Short horror stories

A little girl that looked like me

When I was about 12, I went snooping through a closet and found photos of a little girl that looked like me, but seemed to have been taken a good 10 years earlier. I took the box to my mom, who told me that we would talk about it later, and to go outside to play. When I brought the pictures up later, she denied I had ever brought her a box, told me to stop making up stories and go to bed. I was confused and very hurt, but something told me to leave the issue alone.

About a year later, I was visiting my mom's oldest sister when I heard someone calling my name from upstairs in the house. I assumed it was my cousin. I got upstairs and came face to face with the little girl that looked like me. I felt stuck. Like I couldn't move my feet or open my mouth; but I also felt... sort of warm. Almost cozy. Loved.

Suddenly she let out a scream and took my mom and dad's wedding picture off the wall, and smashed it on the railing. Then she just vanished, and I started to cry. The only way to describe what I felt was incredible loss.

My aunt found me crying, and demanded to know what was going on. I told her the whole thing, the pictures, the girl on the landing... And she went shock white.

I begged her to tell me what was wrong, and she started cussing about my mom. I finally wore her down and she went and found a photo album. Turns out that my mom was married previously and had a daughter named Megan. Megan was 11 when she fell down the cellar steps... At my aunt's—which had been my mom's house originally. She was taken off life support a week after the fall.

My mom couldn't cope; she left her husband, they sold the house to my aunt and uncle, she moved across the country, remarried and had me and my siblings. I tried several times to talk to her about Megan, but she freaked every time.

I had a sister. Have, I guess. She's probably still hanging around auntie's, waiting for my mom to deal with her death.