My daughter woke me around 11:50 last night. My wife and I had picked her up from her friend Sally's birthday party, brought her home, and put her to bed. My wife went into the bedroom to read while I fell asleep watching the Braves game.
"Daddy," she whispered, tugging my shirt sleeve. "Guess how old I'm going to be next month."
"I don't know, beauty," I said as I slipped on my glasses. "How old?"
She smiled and held up four fingers.
It is 7:30 now. My wife and I have been up with her for almost 8 hours. She still refuses to tell us where she got them.
YOU ARE READING
Short horror stories
Terrorguys just to let you know, a lot of these are not mine so don't criticize me for it I'm not into the writing spirit which is why my last two ended hopefully this one will go for a lot longer thx P.S. CUSTOM COVERS MIGHT BE ACCEPTED
