The heat of the fire is intense. Warm and intoxicating. Or it would be if my house wasn't on fire around me as I hear my child scream down the hall.
"Hush little child don't be afraid, mommas gunna be on her way"
A high pitched ethereal voice carried through the house to all our ears.
What the hell is going on. I get out of bed to my door but I can't leave my room.
I reach my hand through the door to the frame and grip it. But I can't get through.
I can see my child crying on her bean bag chair.
I squint not recognizing the figure holding my child and stroking her hair.
I look at my clock, it's midnight.
I bolt upright sitting in my bed. Shaking badly. Just a dream. That was just a dream.
I look out my door and see a child's figure standing in the door of my child's room.
It's head turns around with fire where it's eyes are supposed to be.
"Are you ready for play time?
Are you ready for fun?
I think it's time we had add some rum."
That ethereal voice said as it lit a match.
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Horror / Scary Stories
HorrorEach may vary in size or scare factor. Everyone's threshold for being scared is different. Some may be very scary or just slightly goosebumps ridden. I am trying my hand at horror/scary stories. I hope all enjoy and are spooked. Yes I will be wri...
