* This is a collection of short scary stories, not a full book. Well, hence the word "stories" hahaaa.. Right, I hope you enjoy! Feel free to comment! *
My mother is heating up dinner in the kitchen. A few slices of old pizza for the two of us. She never cooks anymore. We've been eating pizza for the last few weeks now. I can't stand the stuff anymore, but I won't complain. I can't complain.
The pizza is on the table now. My mom sits in the chair beside me and looks at me. Smiling that smile. Always smiling. She never stops smiling. Not even when she cries.
She cries at night. It keeps me up most nights. I'm starting to get used to it now though. I don't know exactly what she cries about, but I have an idea of what it might be. Can't be sure, but I won't ask, I can't.
Mom is feeding me now. Cutting up the pizza, putting it in her mouth, chewing it up and making me drink it. I used to throw up when she first started doing this, but i've gotten used to it. I'm even starting to feel a little bit grateful. Even though I'm like this because of her.
I'm alive today because of her. I'd rather be dead. I can't tell this to her though, I wasn't always like this. She made me like this.
Dinner is over and its time for bed now. She doesn't brush my teeth before bed. Or after. I've gotten used to that too. She tucks me in bed and reads to me. She holds the book open and smiles for 10 minutes.
She's getting ready to sleep. She undresses herself and gets on her hands and knees. I try to stare at the ceiling and ignore her. She crawls on the floor until she is by my bed. She stares and smiles.
Staring.
Smiling.
Staring.
Then she slides under my bed. That's where my mother sleeps.
