Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit.
I didn't see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn't ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.
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Urban Legends and Creepy Stories
HorrorIf you like a nice horror read than this is a book for you. This is a collection of old urban legends of all countries and creepy stories written by many people. Some may be true, some may be false, you never know what is ahead. Updated once a wee...
