When I didn't bother asking my grandparents about the boy. They would just freak out. Same as always, he day was the same as yesterday. Play, eat and finally sleep.
The same time as yesterday, I would hear the same sound returning. I wanted to ask the boy some questions. The courage would come back again and I skipped over the edge to reveal to boy under my bed again. He was once again sleep.
What would happen if I woke him up???
I couldn't imagine on what horrors would haunt me of I ever him up. He still wore the same clothes as yesterday and still was in sleeping position. He was still looking ill and he still had the icy blue lips.
I crawled bacl once again under the covers and fell in a deep slumber....
YOU ARE READING
The Boy Who Looked ill
Kort verhaal(i know I said I write romance on this account but I can't help myself but put a short horror so....enjoy ;-) ) what would you do if you had this happened to you???
