Mike walked into the house, groceries in hand, after coming back from the store. He entered into the living room, and made his way forward, throwing his key's onto the dish by the door. "Honey, I'm home!" He shouted out mockingly. He walked up to the closet, and opened it, expecting to put his coat in there. But he found something else when he opened the door. His wife sat at the bottom of the closet, looking absolutely petrified.
"There is... Someone in the kitchen." She said slowly.
His protective instincts kicked in. He dropped the bags, and picked up the bat that was kept in the closet. He then made his way, slowly over to the kitchen. He paused by the entry way for only a moment, bat raised and ready to strike. And then, he jumped into the kitchen.
There he saw his wife, huddled against the corner with a knife held in her hand. "Honey..." She started slowly. "There was something in the living room..."
Mike looked at his wife, confused, but only for a moment before turning back around to look into the living room. There was something standing there, looking at him.
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Creepypastas
Horrorstories to be told around the campfire. Original stories by me, yes I did write all of them. I would like to take this time to thank all of you who are enjoying these stories. It means so much to me. I love writing, and I love writing creepy stories...
