One night at 3 am, there were flashing lights outside my bedroom window (which is on the second floor) and a strong smell of incense. I was creeped out, so I woke my mom up (who is the most skeptical person ever) and asked her to keep watch while I closed the windows. At first, she was grumbling about being woken up, but she remained silent when she came into my room. I closed the windows, then we both went to bed.
The next day, I felt pretty foolish about letting my imagination get the better of me, so when I saw my mom, I said, "Hey Mom, I'm sorry about last night."
She replied, "It's okay, I saw it too."
I froze and asked her what she was talking about. When she realized I hadn't seen anything, she refused to tell me what she saw and just kept changing the subject. It's been 8 years, and she still won't tell me
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The Midnight Hour
HorrorThink you can handle horror? Try and get through these stories without getting nightmares. This is a collection of Short Horror Stories. While reading them, at the middle of night, might I add, I nearly peed my pants. Hope you enjoy. I overhead on...
