The Big Book of Urban Legends (Not so big yet)

Red Crayon

A newlywed couple just returning from their honeymoon decide to buy a new house. This couple's quite happy for getting such a nice house for such a cheap price. Basis for every scary story am I right? Anyway, they liked the area, the neighborhood was nice, and the house wasn't far from the city.

One day, the man spots a red crayon on the floor. Perplexed, he picks it up. This couple doesn't have children. So why is there a crayon on the floor?

"Perhaps the last residents left it behind," He murmured, tossing it in the trash.

The next day, coming home from work, he sees the crayon laying in the same spot as the previous day. He decides to ask his wife. Her face grew pale. She answers, saying the crayon appears in the same spot, and has been since they moved in. No matter how many times she throws it away when she's cleaning, she finds it in the same spot again the next day.

The husband stands in the hallway, the red crayon at his feet, trying to wrap this phenomenon around his mind.

Something's not right.

As he ponders, his eyes fall on the furthest reaches of the hall. The wallpaper was torn, revealing a board on the other side.

He makes his way to the end of the hall and taps on the wall. A hollow noise emerges from his tap. Curious, he peels off the wallpaper, despite his wife's protests.

Laying behind the wallpaper are two rickety wooden sliding doors. Nailed shut, should I mention. He fetches his toolbox and pries off the nails, one by one. As the last nail forces out of the doors, he sets his hammer aside. He pulls open the doors to reveal a hidden room, a small windowless one at that. Much like a closet. His wife gasps, clasping her hands over her mouth. Scrawled in red crayon...

'Mommy I'm sorry please let me out, Mommy I'm sorry please let me out, Mommy I'm sorry please let me out.'

There was no body.