I was in my backyard playing with my brother, when I noticed two dolls. There was one boy, and one girl. It looked like they were hanging by their necks from the tree. I pointed it out to my brother. He saw them and mumbled something about a bad omen.
"We need to break our own." He said.
"What?" I asked.
"Our own. You break the girl and I break the boy. Come on, before it's too late!"
He broke his with ease, but mine was harder. My brother offered to help. Big mistake. He broke it all by myself. I noticed he started to get smaller. His skin hardened and he looked like he couldn't move. A few seconds later, my big brother, was now a doll. I picked him up and cried. When I started to cry I noticed he started to get bigger. All my surroundings were too. I realized that I was shrinking. My skin was getting harder.
When I couldn't move, I saw a lady walking towards us. She picked me and my brother up and hung us from the tree and walked away.
We're still waiting.
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Short Scary Stories
Short StoryThis 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.
