I use to stay up late at night with my best friend called Tim. To my mom he was just an imaginary friend but to me he was real. We were best of friends but, as I got older Tim started getting creepier and scarier. He would always want me to go into the basement to play with him but my mom wouldn't allow it.
One day my mother found an old photo in the attic and asked me if I knew anyone on it she moved immediately when I pointed on a little boy saying that's Tim.
People say a family lived here before us with a little boy named Tim. He wandered into the basement and never came out.
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Short Scary Stories
Kinh dịthis book is a collection of all different types of horror stories, guaranteed to give you nightmares. Most of these scary stories are originally made by me for the world to see.
