16 year old Anna Parker was just your ordinary teenager. She loved reading, especially scary stories. Her superstitious father warns her not to read scary stories because they would come true, but that was ridiculous. They're only stories, right? *Warning: I wrote this when I was 13/14 so my writing skills were awful. I've since then improved highly so I might add some new stories on here!

Sasha was five when her father first stared molesting her; Ten when he first stared raping her. She hasn't told anyone. Not Ryan, her best friend. Not even her self-indulgent mother. All they know is she hates him and she has plenty of known reasons to; he's an alcoholic and abuses drugs. Her entire life she's kept him protected for fear of what everyone would think. But Sasha is tired of being quiet. What happens when her mother goes out of town, and her best friend decides the reason Sasha hates her father must be revealed? Death is usually spelled with five letters but for Sasha, it's always been three; D-A-D. (Under major reconstruction!) (This is copy righted so I would appreciate it if everyone respected that.)