Short Scary Stories

Letter from the Ritual- Part 1

Part I

Dear Emma,

It is five thirteen in the morning and this is all your fault. I'm at the top of Orpheus Street right now, waiting for a bus in the freezing cold. All the stars look bleached out in the dead black sky. This is the worst idea I've ever had.

I did see an opossum this morning, though. That was awesome. And mildly terrifying. Have you ever seen one of those? Be thankful if you haven't. They have these tails. These long, weird tales. Not enough attention has been focused on opossums as nightmare fuel potential. Believe me, that potential exists.

Sorry. I have a tangent problem. You know that.

So, anyway, this is your fault. You're the one who you kept telling me to read more creepypasta. Grow a pair, Stuart, you'd say. It's just a scary story on the internet. That's all. Read it. It's not going to kill you.

Well, today is the day I find out.

Last night, I was alone and bored and trying to scare myself. My dad's out of town at some convention in Las Vegas. I know I didn't tell you. I'm sorry. I couldn't. I know you, Em. I know you'd try to make me have a party and that's the last thing I wanted. You know me. I hate everybody.

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- Aria