When I was a kid I would race up the stairs as fast as I could, like a silly game. Well, I must have been five or six at the time. I'm not sure, but I know that I was very little at the time. Somewhere along the way, a voice at the top of the stairs started to whisper to me. It would make bets with me such as, "I bet you a penny that you can't make it up to the top of the stairs." I don't really think that there was a certain amount of time or anything. I recall just sitting at the top of the stairs having conversations with the voice. About betting of course.
Eventually the voice (it was like a whisper of a mans voice not mine) started to bet my life. Instead of pennies, It would say "I bet your life that you can't make it to the top of the stairs."
As I got older, it stopped. I never really thought about it. I never told anyone. Until one night I was sleeping over at my brothers house and we were telling "spooky stories". Out of nowhere I started talking about he voice. My brother got quiet. "Did it make bets with you?" He asked.
We looked at each other horrified.
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Short Scary Stories
Short StoryThis book contains stories that is perfect for telling at sleepovers. But, beware. These stories contain truths that you may not want to know. Beware. And brace yourself.
