My daughter woke me around 11:50 last night. My wife and I had picked her up from her friend Sally's birthday party, brought her home, and put her to bed. My wife went into the bedroom to read while I fell asleep watching the Braves game.
"Daddy," she whispered, tugging my shirt sleeve. "Guess how old I'm going to be next month."
"I don't know, beauty," I said as I slipped on my glasses. "How old?"
She smiled and held up four fingers.
It is 7:30 now. My wife and I have been up with her for almost 8 hours. She still refuses to tell us where she got them.
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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...