my mom use to go out every night and leave me in the house alone. i was use to it-my dad had died a while back anyway. she had been leaving me for quite a few years when i perked up the courage to ask her where she went each night.
"i got out to redrum" is what she told me. i asked her what this redrum was and she said it was a drinking bar. thats what i believed for a while onward. she always came home grinning and looking a bit mental: who could blame her-she was out drinking right?
the strange thing was my mom never came back smelling like alcohol, it was a bitter smell- my mom hated bitter wine. then one day it hit me. if you spell redrum backwards.......
well........you know what she went to do.
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the scary book
Horrora book of scary stories that i have collected. i did not write any of these stories. this is my first time writing a book onwattpad.
