Every night the noise would wake me up. And every night I would see the boy under my bed. Each time he would be asleep. And each time he would look the same. And every morning he would vanish without leaving a trace...
I will couldnt bring myself to my grandparents so I still kept it to myself. The boy got creepier each night I saw him. He looked.... peaceful and........ dead!!!
Well that can't be true....right? I mean he looks real but....in a ill way. But how does vanish every morning and appears every night. Maybe Friday is the night I'll ask him questions......
YOU ARE READING
The Boy Who Looked ill
Historia Corta(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???
