Scary Short Stories (Cause I'm That Type Of Person)

Walls

Miley and I are best friends. We always did everything together. We had sleepovers often. We were so close, that we could go over to each other's houses unannounced and would still be welcome. We felt like family. We lived in a small town just outside of Salt Lake city. Everyone knew everyone there and Miley and I would often hang out with our friends from school.

One time, we decided it would be a good idea to spend the night at a house that was supposedly “haunted”. We didn’t believe in that sort of stuff, so we had no problem going. We met up at her house and packed up all our supplies. We told her mom that we were heading out and left for the house. 

As soon as we got there we saw an eerie glow coming from the house. A bone chilling screech came from the direction of the house. I mentioned to Miley that maybe we shouldn’t stay the night. She then proceeded to call me a chicken and run inside. I followed her inside the house when the door shut behind us. Miley told me that I wasn’t being funny and needed to open the door. I told her that I didn’t close the door and she rolled her eyes and walked over to the door. She turned the doorknob and tried to push open the door, but something was holding it closed. She looked at me.

“Did you put something against the door so we couldn’t open it?” She asked, a little annoyed with me.

I told her that I didn’t, wouldn’t do that, as I didn’t even want to be here in the first place. She went to look for another way out while I tried to get a phone signal so we could dial 911 to get us out of this house. I tried going upstairs, which was my fatal mistake. I heard singing coming from a room down the hall. Being the naturally curious person I was, I cautiously proceeded to the room. It sounded like a little girl singing.

“All around the mulberry bush. The monkey chased the weasel. The monkey stopped to pull up his socks…”

The singing stopped. I looked into the room but didn’t see anyone in there. I stepped away from the door when I turned around I felt something wet drip on my head. I slowly looked up. 

“POP GOES THE WEASEL!” The little girl was on the ceiling!

I screamed and ran down the stairs and the girl followed me. She was fast! I finally got a signal and texted 911 to come get us. I screamed for Miley. I ran into a room and blocked the door. Lucky for me, Miley was in there. 

“What?” She asked.

I explained everything. From the singing to the girl being on the ceiling. We needed to get out of here! The girl burst into the room, cackling like a witch. She grabbed Miley’s ankle as we started to run and dragged Miley up the stairs and into a room, locking the door. My fear was overcome with determination to get Miley back. I pounded on the door and tried to ram it open but all of my attempts were unsuccessful. Suddenly the front door was broken and firemen rushed in and carried me out. I kicked and screamed. I wouldn’t leave without Miley! I pried their hands from me and tried to run back to the house. My mom caught my hand 

“Why do you want to go back in? They just got you out!”

“I won’t leave without Miley! I won’t!”

She calmed me down. “Who’s Miley?”

I stopped kicking. “You know, Miley! She is our neighbor! She was just over at our house last night.”

“Miley isn’t real.” My mom said. 

I didn’t want to believe her, but it made sense. How my parents never acknowledged her, and people always gave me weird looks whenever I talked about her. I opened my eyes. Going through my memories is good for people like me. I looked around at the white walls around me and wondered how I ever ended up here, in this… this… asylum.