You're laying in your bed, slowly drifting off to sleep when you hear your mother whispering your name.
It would be comforting if you didn't live alone. And your mother hadn't died when you were seven.
YOU ARE READING
The Little Book of Spooky Stories
HorrorA collection of super-short spooky stories for Halloween (or the other 364 days in the year). 🎃
:|: Thirty-One :|:
You're laying in your bed, slowly drifting off to sleep when you hear your mother whispering your name.
It would be comforting if you didn't live alone. And your mother hadn't died when you were seven.