I went home and stayed off school for a week. On the day, just as I was eating my breakfast, the doorbell rings.
I answer, and a tall, thin, boney woman stands before me, clenching a wet tissue, eyes puffy and red.
"Hello. I'm Patricia's mother. I just wanted to say that-" She breaks off into a slight moan of sadness before she can finish.
"I, I... I'm so... I..." I mumble
I burst into tears and fall into her arms
"I'm so sorry." I whisper.
"Please child, don't be, you'll soon be seeing her in Hell."
How was I to know that her parents were psychos?
The tissue rushes into my face. I see now it isn't damp with tears, but another substance. Chloroform.
I black out.
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Bullies In Boxes
HorrorA gruesome short horror story. Probably not ok for young children. Rate, vote and follow!