When I was little, my family moved to a big old two-floor house. It had big empty rooms and creaking floors. Both of my parents worked so I was often alone when I got back from school. One early evening when I came home, the house was still dark. I called out for my mom. I heard a singsong voice reply, "Yeeeees?" From upstairs. I called her once again as I climbed the stairs to see which room she was in. I got the same singsong reply.
We were redecorating at the time and I didn't know my way around the house. All I could tell is that she was in one of the far ones.
I felt uneasy but that should have been natural because I was in new territory. Just as I was reaching for the handle, I hear the door open and shut. Shortly after I hear my moms voice. "Honey are you home?" I looked at the door in horror and jumped back. I leapt for the stairs to her. I glanced back up the stairs. The door was open a slight crack. I knew I didn't leave it that way. For a small moment I thought I saw something in there, watching me.
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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.
