Short Horror Stories

Street Lights

Tiffany lays down on her warm, comfy bed, ready for a good night's rest. She glances out of the window, looking at the familiar orange street light that always seems to bring her comfort. But something catches her eye, something different than usual. There was a dark figure walking in the distance. She sits up for a better view, trying to make out who or what it was. The figure walks under the light, appearing as if it was a clown. It then waves at Tiffany and points in her direction, that was when she noticed the knife in his hand. In the blink of an eye the figure vanished, only to appear in her room, breathing down the back of her neck.