Short horror stories

Momma's always here for you

I still remember the sweet words that drifted from mom as she'd console me. One particular night I was crying myself to sleep when she came into my bedroom. This was our nightly ritual because she always got home late from work. Momma had made me promise never to tell dad or anyone else about the visits.

"What's wrong my darling, Boy?" She asked, her cool palm pressed against my head.

"It's not fair, why do all the other kids get so much stuff but I don't?

I was comforted by the serene smile she'd always give me.

"Now, now my sweet Boy. You know mommy will take care of you always. I want you to do something for me, just be a patient for a little while. I'll see what I can do, okay?"

I nodded, weeping into the blanket.

"In the meantime I got you something!" She pulled out a blue box with patterns of rockets soaring through the infinite vast of space. It was tied in long red ribbon.

I reached out for it putting the box to my ear as I rattled it slightly, trying to make out what it was.

"Now my sweet boy, you know you can't open it until morning. Put it under your bed." I did as I was told and hugged mom.

I was a crybaby and definitely a momma's boy no matter how silly I acted she was there for me.

That morning Dad woke me up for school. His brown hair was unkempt as he stared at the television in a dull trance.

"Another child has been reported missing, he was last seen at-"

Dad turned off the TV and told me to eat breakfast. On the drive to school I simply looked out the window. We weren't close ever since Momma hid away from him, he's changed. But she'd never hide from me.

We had an assembly at school today, a guy got up on stage warning all of us to be careful and to talk to people we knew. It was weird. .

When I got home from school I went into my room to unwrapping the present. Inside the box laid a pair of Nike sneakers, the same sneakers that my classmate Jared used to wear before he ran away. The shoe laces were speckled with red, but I was happy. All the gifts mommy brought home usually had a stain of red, the nintendo switch that I received the day after the kid Kyle next door disappeared did and the awesome remote control helicopter, as well. I found the expected note that I always did at the bottom of the box. "Momma will always take care of her precious baby boy, no matter what."

Dad's face paled as he walked into my room asking where I got the sneakers from. He didn't even notice momma who was standing behind him, crimson covered knife in hand.

Ooooooookkkkkkkkkk. 😅😅