By Brad Meltzer
On his deathbed, my grandfather gave me The Goblin Book.
"It'll work for you," he whispered. "It will."
Don't worry. I was confused too. I didn't like creepy old grandfathers who talked in riddles. It was annoying.
But he explained how it worked. How a reader-usually a smart one-would be holding a book, lost in a story. And then the book would feel odd in the reader's hands.
The book would feel heavy, then lighter, then heavy again.
And then the reader would have the oddest feeling of all: that inescapable feeling that someone was watching them.
It was true, of course. That was the gift of The Goblin Book. With it, I could find any reader . . . and watch them through their book.
The best part?
I watched you the last time you were reading a book.
I did.
No, you think to yourself.
But I did. And I'll see you again tonight.
Hi guys! The end of this one probably sounds a bit weird but that's because I had to change it a bit because you're not actually reading a book, you're on your laptop, phone, tablet or whatever it is that you have Wattpad on!
YOU ARE READING
Half Minute Horrors
RandomA collection of very short horror stories. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE STORIES OR THE CHARACTERS IN THEM. I WILL SPECIFY WHO THE REAL AUTHOR IS OF EACH STORY. I GOT THEM ALL FROM A BOOK I HAVE CALLED HALF-MINUTE HORRORS.
