Short scary/sad stories

The Hate List Pt.1

I came home from work one day to a note on my porch, not in my mailbox but on my porch. I walked up to my porch steps hearing the familiar creek and bent down to pick up the letter and slowly opened it afraid that when it opened that it would swallow me whole. When I read what was inside the letter sent chills through my spine and tears prick my eyes.

I hate you. When I say that I hate you I mean that I want to rip apart your skin one arm at a time, I want to torture you until you will do my bidding. I want you to die.

I would be lying to say that I wasn't scared. I was terrified. I quickly retreated back into my house and locked the door behind me before going into my kitchen and grabbing the largest knife that I had and running to my room and barricading the door. As the morning sun beamed through my window I was still shaking, deciding that it would be best to be around people I got changed into new clothes and went to work. People gave me strange looks when I walked through the halls, was it my face? my body? or was it obvious that I was terrified for my being, probably all of the above? let's hope that was just a prank.

I returned from my day at work to find another note on my porch, my stomach dropped as I walked up to my steps and picked up my foot bringing it to the familiar wood, dreading my walk to my front door. The note read.

You really didn't have to stay up all night because of me, really, although it is flattering you look dead, something that I wish you already were. Get some sleep, I promise I won't watch you tonight, or will I?

I didn't sleep that night as I rushed back into my room and barricaded myself again awaiting a sleepless night.