It's 3:04 A.M. January 8th, 2002, I wake up to a loud thud downstairs. I get out of bed and head the closet to grab my baseball bat. My wife is still asleep, I walk down stairs and notice the front door and all the windows are open. I step outside onto our front porch. No-one is here, I walk back inside and start closing the windows.
I head back upstairs and notice my wife isn't in bed anymore. "Must be in the bathroom" I say to myself and lay down to go back to sleep. Its 5:08 A.M. I wake up again and notice my wife still hasn't cime back to bed. I get up to go look for her, I go to the bathroom, she isn't there, I go to the kitchen, she isn't there. I looked all over the house and no sign of her.
Her car is still here and she didn't have her work clothes on. I call the police and tell them what's happening. Its 6:02 A.M. when they arrive. They searched the house and said there is no trace of her ever leaving.
They send out a missing persons report. I get home from work and head up to bed. I undress and lay down, I fall asleep seconds later. Its 3:04 A.M. January 9th 2002, I wake up to a knocking sound at the front door. I grab the baseball bat and head down stairs. All the windows and the front door are open again. I walk out onto the porch and see no-one. I go back inside and see bloody foot prints on the steps.
I walk up the stairs, they lead right to our bed and just disappear. The bed starts moving, I kneel down onto the floor and look underneath the bed and I see my wife, tied up and gagged, she's covered in blood and is very much dead.
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Horror Tales
HororMuch like Fairytales, but without the happy endings. Short stories told as the victims themselves. Please read, vote and ask any questions you have.
