Whee I live now, I see some scary stuff. A ghost that I personally named Steve lurks around the house, a black figure that runs from room to room. There was even a case where my mom said that she saw it crawl under my bed.
Now, as I'm writing this, my mother just freaked out because she saw it go into the bathroom.
I've never really see it, but I believe it's here. I've only seen it once. It ran from my room to my brother's room. But it as only once. Never again did it appear to me.
Black figure? That's bad. White or blue is good. But when it's black, it's a demon.
But just now my mother said that it was white.
But lemme tell you this; the core of where this "Steve" demon comes from is my hallway closet.
My mother said one day she decided to sleep on the couch bed, and she said she heard heavy footsteps, like boots, walking towarda her from the hallway. She then said that when she opens her eyes, something dark was looking down at her. Freaked out, she took her quilt and pillow, and shuffled to the room.
I long to see Steve one day. I look for him, calling go name, but I never see him. Maybe today, July 19, 2016 will be the day that he shows himself to me.
I'm not afraid. I'm curious.
... is that a bad thing?
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Scary Short Stories
ParanormalThis is a collection of scary stories. All are true and were experienced by me. When I say true, I mean TRUE. None are fake, and all have been experienced in real life, some in real time. Read if you're up to it!
