My bedroom is haunted. Ever since I was about five, I've seen things happening that are terrifying. Random toys that aren't mine end up on my floor, my stuff keeps going missing and then reappearing after several days, and the worst is these weird voices that I keep hearing at night. The good thing is, I know these ghosts, whatever they are, can't touch me, because I find fingerprints on everything, but they leave me alone.
I don't tell my parents because I know they'll never believe me. However, I have taken many precautions. I keep things that are meant to ward off ghosts in my room, under my pillow, and I never sleep for too long. I'm very careful, and I've survived so far.
One day, I notice that there are a lot fingerprints that have been building up on my window, and they seem to be spelling something. I squint at it to read what it says.
We are your ancestors we cannot protect you for long there are evil spirits in this house we have been fighting but we have to go now after Thursday we cannot save you anymore you must leave
It's Friday.
YOU ARE READING
...gasp...
Short StorySometimes we love to make ourselves gasp. I understand the feeling and made a nice little book so that you can gasp all you like. Most of these stories are mine, but if one of them isn't then I'll be sure to mention that beforehand and give credit t...
