My son woke me around 11:50 last night. My husband and I had picked him up from his friend Billy's birthday party, brought him home, and put him to bed. My husband went into the bedroom to read while I fell asleep watching Lost .
"Mommy... he whispered, tugging my shirt sleeve.
"Guess how old I'm going to be next month?"
"I don't know, darling."
"How old?"He smiled and held up four fingers.It is 7:30am now. My husband and I have been up with him for almost 8 hours.
He still refuses to tell us where he got the fingers from.
YOU ARE READING
short scary stories
ParanormalThese are short(ish) stories. From the internet or from friends and family. Or myself. please enjoy... and don't get too scared...will ya?
