Short, Creepy Horror Stories ✔️

MY FAMILY HATES ME

Title: "My Family Hates Me"
Author: "Desiree"
Source: Snarled Something Scary
Type: Unknown

I used to think my family hated me. - Maybe 'hate' is a strong word, but I definitely did not feel particularly liked.

I was my parents' least favourite compared to my two younger sisters. They just never seemed to want to be around me or talk to me. - They wouldn't even help me take care of my hamster; Lulu.

I thought I was being paranoid but my parents' could demeanour became more apparent when we moved into a new house. - They gave me the room at the very end of the hallway; secluded and removed from everything else.

They claimed it was so I could have privacy. - But I think it was because they just wanted me far away.

That room gave me the creeps. I remember the first night there; I woke up and heard hushed noises echoing in the walls of my room. I couldn't make out anything they were saying...except for my name. - The many times it came up.

The next morning, I told my mom about the voices and that I thought that the house may have been haunted.

"Hmm, you must've heard the pipes or something," she said, dismissively. - But I know what I heard.

...I also knew that  arguing with her wasn't going to go anywhere. So I decided to suck it up and bury it deep within myself.

I went to bed with such anxiety that night, that I had an incredibly lucid and horrifying nightmare that night.

I was strapped down to my bed, surrounded by dark figures; who were chanting some foreign words over and over again. - And I couldn't move or scream!

I just lay there while these figures sprinkled me with unknown substances.

The next morning, at breakfast, I silently ate while my parents asked my sisters how school was going.

Then Jaime; one of my sisters, turned to me. "Are you still hearing things at night?" She asked. I was actually a little startled by the sudden attention on me.

"Umm, yeah, I actually had a really bad dream last night, it felt like there were people in my room or something,"

My sister then turned to look at my parents.

I felt like they were telepathically talking about me, right in front of me.

Then Jaime spoke again; "Mom, you should give her that stuff to sleep better,"

I was still taken aback by the sudden interest in helping me sleep better.

So, before bed that night, I swallowed the pill that my mom gave me, as an extra precaution, I gathered as many religious things as I could from around the house; crucifixes, paintings, as many as my hands could carry, and put them in my room. - I thought that they would protect me from whatever was haunting me during my sleep.

The following morning, I woke up in a panic.

Everything I had put up the night before, was now on the ground, shattered in pieces.

I knew my parents were not going to be happy. - But I also felt like this was proof that there was something in my room.

So, I ran right out of my room to tell my parents.

"There must have been an earthquake during the night I guess," my mom said. - But nothing else in the house was broken! Only the religious items in my room! - it just didn't add up!

I spent that whole day crying in my room.

Before Bedtime, Jaime came in my room, her hands cupped in a ball. - She hoped on my bed and opened her hands. "Here, maybe Lulu will help you sleep tonight," she said.

I glanced at the door, and back at my sister. "Is...mom okay with that?" I asked cautiously.

"She doesn't have to know," my sister replied slyly.

I thanked my sister, and lay down to bed, snuggling Lulu in my hands. When I'd woke up in the next morning, Lulu had moved.

I felt around my pillows and blankets - but I couldn't find her. I realised that it was an idiotic idea to fall asleep like that with a tiny animal. I figured she must have run out my run under the door in the middle of the night, so I went looking for her.

The rest of my family were already up and were in the middle of breakfast. - I couldn't let them know that I had lost Lulu, so I decided to continue my search after having a couple bites.

- But after swallowing one spoonful of serial - I spit it out onto the table. I suddenly felt incredibly nauseous. I began dry-heaving over the table until I coughed up a small clump of brown fur.

My family immediately stood up and began singing the Lord's prayer.

I felt dizzy, and blacked out.

When I awoke, I realised that I was forcefully strapped to my bed, with my family sprinkling unknown substances all over me.

"What are you doing?! - Why do you hate me?!" I cried, frantically trying to release myself. The expressions on each of my family members...turned to sadness.

"We don't hate you Desiree," my dad said. "we hate who you become at night."

"Umm...I don't understand," I said, my voice hurt.

"You've tried to kill each and every one of us in your sleep," my dad continued. "multiple times,"

"We're trying to help you," Jaime chimed in. "but nothing seems to be working,"

I didn't know what to think.

This whole time I thought that I was being traumatised by a demon in my room...when I  was the demon.

My family didn't hate me...they're just afraid of me.

And I think I am too....