My mother used to explain to me as a little kid, that a monster from the basement would slowly crawl nearer and nearer to me if I wasn't asleep by ten, and when finally reaching me, eat me alive. I would now it was coming because it would make a kind of Kerplunk-Kerplunk noise. I always believed it, even now. I wanted to see if it was true, so I stayed up in bed reading. Now it was 9:59 and I watched the clock as it quickly changed to 10:00. The moment it turned 10:00 was when I heard the first Kerplunk. Every two seconds, Kerplunk, Kerplunk. I was having a full on panic attack at this point, as it slowly drew near. I yanked the covers over my head, hoping the little children's trick would work. I was crying by the time the noise was at the foot of my bed. Slowly my covers at the foot of the bed were lifted up. Before I new it, I could feel pieces of my limbs being torn off. Somehow though, I couldn't move. I was stuck there as the creature slowly ate me piece by piece. Me only being stuck there, watching it eat me. Guess I should have listened to my mother.
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MY SHORT HORROR STORIES
HorrorI mean, legit in the title. Some might not be mine. I do not take ownership of all these stories. Some are though, written by me. Btw image not mine. Not that scary sry.
