My little brother's imaginary friend, Roger, lived under our coffee table. Roger had a wife and nine kids. Roger and his family lived peacefully alongside us for three years. One day, my little brother announced that Roger wouldn't be around anymore, since he shot and killed himself and his whole family.
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Babysitting
Short StoryFrightening things that children have said to their babysitters... (Stories not mine. Ctto.)
