When I was little, I got sick with scarlet fever. We were very poor, so my mom and dad left me home alone while they went to work. They figured I would be fine home alone. My room is the only one upstairs, and it doubled as my moms sewing room. The sewing machine was right at the foot of my bed. I was lying in my bed when I heard footsteps downstairs. Thinking it was my dad, I called out.
"Dad?"
No answer. Soon after I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Silence. Then the sewing machine went off. It looked like something was there, but it wasn't. The pedal was pumping furiously. I hid under my covers and waited. It never stopped. All the sudden, anger flooded through me and I got out from my covers and hurled whatever I could at it.
By the time it was over, my nose, eyes and ears were bleeding. I passed out and woke up with a preacher peering over me. Later on I found out the "preacher" was an exorcist.
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Short Scary Stories
KurzgeschichtenThis 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.
