I was lying in bed by myself, nodding off to sleep, when I rolled over and saw someone standing in the corner of my room. He didn't even bother trying to hide himself... He just stood there,staring at me. it was too dark to make out a face,but I know the figure of a man holding a knife when I see one. I was too scared to scream, so I just lay there in my bed, accepting my fate. He walked over, his boys on my carpet breaking the already horrifying silence, and leaned down to smell my hair, and caress my face. After a minute or two of it, he walked out of my room. I waited half an hour to call the cops, filed a report, and the man didn't show up again. I had so many questions; was this just a random thing? Did I have a stalker? Am I a murder or sexually abuse target?
I went to the police station again next week in hopes of finding out more, thinking of the atrocities that could be my fate. As he held me and let me cry into his shoulder , he softly whispered into my ear," You smell different when you're awake."
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Horror stories
Short StoryStories that will make you look over your shoulder. Never go into the woods at night. And never go to sleep again. You have been warn.. The goals under each chapter is for the overall book. Not for each chapter.
