horror stories with twists

hiding in the closet

I peaked out of the the closet, making it creak ever so slightly. I stepped back  and just watched her walk around my room. She then sat on the bed and looked right at me like she was starring in to my soul, but she didn't move she knew I was there. I wanted to get out of the closet to talk to the girl but I knew she would not take my advice. "Lilly" my mother called my name. "Time for your sisters funeral." The girl yelled back an ok and walked to the front door. I suddenly got flashbacks to my death how my twin stabbed me and took my body down to the pond at the back of the house. Just because she wanted to be me. Two days later her body was found in my closet, looks like I wasn't the favourite after all.

A/n sorry this one was a bit short I will try to make them longer. Hope you enjoyed reading this!