Mini Scary Stories

Mother! (Long story)

Today is July 2, 2013. (This isn't true)

When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for a while in a charming old farmhouse. We lived exploring its dusty, old corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost.

We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings, Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we'd find a cup that hadn't been there the night before. Mother had left them there, worried that we would get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us.

Sometimes while Betsy and I are watching Television, Mother will move a little brown chair across the room over to us. It will be laying down and she would push it across the room towards us. "Thanks Mother." Betsy and I would say. She just wanted to make sure we could have a place to sit down.

Also, Mother would give us a long rope, that reached the roof of the mansion. We could tie it to the tree outside and do tricks with it. We could play tug of war too, (except I would always win.)

One day, we got a newspaper. It said, "Today we remember the ones that had died on July 2, 1378 in the mansion. Their Mother poisoned the milk in their cups at night. The two children died and the Mother hung herself on a little brown chair. Please take a moment to remember these two children, Besty and I."