5 years have passed since my little baby girl Gwen passed away. Its been hard since i was a single father for the 8 years she was alive. She passed away for no reason. The doctors couldnt find out what was wrong with her. However that is the past. I will always miss her though. But i best keep moving on.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!" I was awoken by someone knocking on my front door. "Who is it?!" I yell, however no one replys. I get up out of bed and walk to the door. I open it slowly and find nothing. I walk out and look around. No one. I turn back to go inside and notice a peice of paper on my door which read "Dear Daniel, Im sorry to inform you that you will have to leave the house within One week, since we have decided to relocate and will be selling the house completly. Kind regards, Anne." I was shocked since Anne had told me she would never move away.
Ive been trying to contact Anne, however she never seems to reply. Ive started to pack everything up but its sad to leave this place. Ive lived here for a while now and I was loving it. I never really thought i would ever have to move out. I guess thats how life is.
Ive finished packing up all of my things and i also found something weird, it was a photo album of me and Gwen, however Gwens face was cut out of every photo. I was creeped out for a while. I was trying to work out who would do such a thing when there was another knock on the door and it made me jump. "For fuck sakes. You scared the shit outta me!" Once again i walk over to the door and open it. "Hey man." The man at the door said in a stoner kind of voice. "Im just tryna sell me house and was wondering if you wanted to have a look since Anne told me you where in need of a new house." I didnt really know how he knew Anne, however i trusted him. "Yeh sure man. When can i have a look?" i asked. He didnt answer for a while. "You can come and have a browse tonight if you want man." He said really slowly. Of course i didnt want to go to some random stoners house but for some reason my mind was telling me to.
That night i rocked up to the house. It looked huge, but it needed some work. It was about 4 times as big as the one i was living in. I walked up to the door and rang the door bell. There was nothing but silence. I waited for a few minutes then knocked. "Hey bro! Come round this way!" I looked to the left seeing the man that was at my door. I walked over to him. "Hey, what did you say your name was again?" I asked forgetting if i had asked him already or not. "Yeh man. You can just call me Jesus." I was curious to why his name was jesus but didnt ask.
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That Small Girl
HorrorA horror story about a small girl, who died at the age of 8, who "haunts" her childhood house and crushes dreams.
