Mary walked through the front door. It was another bad day at work, everyone pitied her, and she hated it. She knew she wasn't the smartest person around, but it didn't mean people could just miss-treat her like that. It was all they ever did, and that was something that couldn't be appreciated.
She threw her purse on the couch next to the door, in a fit of anger, before stomping over to the kitchen to make herself something to eat. On her way there, she looked down the hallway and saw that Shannon, one of her children wasn't home yet. Usually when her children came home the doors would close behind them. Josh's door was closed, but Shannons was nice and open.'
"Making lunch, what do you want?" She called down the hall.
"Ham sandwich." Josh called back.
Teenagers, always with their secrecy. She thought to herself. He's been like that for the past five years.
She made similar lunches for Dan, her husband, as well as herself.
She just had to hope Shannon would be home soon. She's late.
About five years late.
But she will be home soon, Mary knew it.
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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...
