There used to be a house on my street everyone called the witch house,it was rumored to be the most haunted house on the block...one day me and my sister decided to go into the house to try and spend the night...I can tell u we DID NOT spend the night there.That night,just as I was getting into the sleeping bag I had brought,I felt something watching me...I looked into the corner of the room we were in,just where the light of the moon didn't hit,I saw a tall,dark figure,staring at me and my sister,I grabbed my sister and ran out of there,we left all our belongings and refused to go back,not even in the morning...just recently I've been having dreams of seeing the same tall dark figure in my room,I'm getting scared because he keeps coming closer every night,he stands at the foot of my bed,I can see his melted face...I'm very terrified by this because the day before these dreams started...the witch house burnt down,and a body with the same melted face was found...
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The witch house
HorrorI submitted this story to snarled so if u find it on there just know I made it!!