Scary Short Stories

I Heard Them

I heard them scratching. I heard them shrieking. I heard them laughing sickly.

But I didn't say anything.

Night after night. I heard them.

I didn't say anything. I didn't want to go to an insane asylum.

When my mom asked why I didn't look too good, I told her I couldn't sleep.

But it was because I heard them at night. If I went to sleep, they would come closer and closer. And eventually, they would reach me.

So I lied. If I told her my room was haunted, she wouldn't believe me.

When I first heard them, I called my mom into my room. The noises were ear-piercing, but my mom didn't hear a thing.

One night, my eyes were peeled open. But I couldn't take it for much longer. They were already close. Close enough for me to see them if I didn't keep my eyes glued to my ceiling fan.

One night, I saw one. Out of my peripherals. It was hideous. But I kept my eyes glued.

One night, my sleepiness took over.

One night, they got to me.

But I didn't say anything.