Short horror stories

The Candy Man

"Daddy, who is Candy Man?"
"He's not really a man-"
"Then why's he called Candy Man?"
"Well, what I was trying to tell you is that, he used to be a man, but a very mean one."
"Why does everybody talk about him, isn't it fake?"
"Some say it's fake, but in Europe they believe it's real."
"So, never say his name more than 2 times in the mirror past 2:00am?"
"Yes sweetie, now promise me you'll never play with these type of demons..."
"I promise daddy I will never play with bad people."
"Ok, now time to go night night."

I was only 7 at the time. My father would work late shifts so the only ones in the house would be my granny and me. He would come back exhausted and it would be in the late afternoon. My mother passed away because of a brain tumour when I was 3. I don't really remember much of her but I remember she would always tell me a bed time story before I went to bed. My dad carried that tradition on. Until one night when I was 8 he was getting ready to leave and I watched outside the window, as a car picked him up then they drove off down the dark road.

A few days after me and my granny realized he's never coming back, ever. It's so sad to think someone would just leave their child like that. That's why I think something happened to him, he would never just abandon us. Our telephone wires were cut off and we had no cellphones because my granny didn't know how to use them. So we stayed inside most the time. The only time I would leave the house is to go pick up groceries from the local food delivery store. I didn't go to school because my dad said homeschool is better and safer. 

My father always told me not to ever play with demons, or black magic. The reason is because when he was a child, his sister was playing in the yard and was laughing. She said she was playing with Mary and she said that Mary had special powers. One day when his sister went in the yard the tree she would always sit at swung a branch at her and it stabbed her. She was killed. Her last words were, Mary stop, I'm sorry.

I was a curious girl so I would often question about all those urban legends. My father would give me a story that would scare me so that I wouldn't play with them. But after he disappeared I had nothing to stop me so I tried stuff. I would talk to my mother with the Ouija board and she would tell where to find things, like my fathers credit card, old photos of her and me, and small things like a pair of earrings that she used to wear. It was harmless, I thought.

One cold afternoon when my granny was sleeping, I snuck down to the basement to get the board. I asked my mother where my father was and she replied a, R U N. I didn't know what it meant but I stepped back from the board and watched it shake. I ran upstairs and hid in the bathroom (because it was the only room that the door would lock). I was sitting there for a good 10 minutes then I heard banging in the living room. I didn't dare to go look but I prayed my granny would be ok. Just then I heard something right above my head. I looked up scared and I saw the mirror starting to crack. Then a strange force pulled me up onto my feet so that I was facing the mirror. I looked in it very carefully then saw a faint face of a man. It came closer and I could see it had what looked like candle wax melted all over his face. I took a step back and he reached his hands out and grabbed me.

It was cold and dark.

I tried looking around to see where I was but, nothing. I couldn't see anything. I was trapped...