Growing up, my parents added onto our house, and my bedroom was the only one upstairs. My sister and I had shared a room at one point, and still to this day extraordinairily close, so it wasn't uncommon for her to wander into my bed or vice versa.
I woke up in the middle of the night to see a hand scrabbling around between the edge of the bed and the wall. I immediately assumed that my sister had slept in my bed and had fallen off the edge. The hand was grasping the side the side of the bed reaching, like it was trying to grab something desperately, in a blind panic.
Thinking my sister needed help, I looked over the edge of the bed, and there was nothing there.
I scurried down the stairs and slept in my sisters room that night, where she was sleeping peacefully, without incident.
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Short Scary Stories
Historia CortaThis book contains stories that is perfect for telling at sleepovers. But, beware. These stories contain truths that you may not want to know. Beware. And brace yourself.
