I was in my bedroom and I heard my sister calling me from the kitchen. My sister lives abroad.
Last night I had an itch that would not let me go to sleep, and I knew what it was; however, as hard as I tried, I could not reach it. So, I stood up all night cursing the person that forgot to take my toe tag off before I was buried.
It touches me, and I shy away from it.
It comes closer, but I see no one.
That old unreliable outboard motor suddenly surged forward throwing me overboard while I was still tying off the cord on the disgusting smelly chum bag.
I could feel the nylon cord tightening around my ankles as I was being dragged through the murky deep, fish guts steadily leaking from the hessian bag when I came to the harrowing realisation that I was now human bait.
Unfortunately, I have never known my mother. She had already died long before my birth.
I just bought you’re new iPhone 6 and tried to take a selfie for 3 times. I viewed the 1st photo and saw something blurry and black was beside me, in the 2nd photo the black object started to become distinct until the last one was actually horrifying. I saw myself died.
It is 10:42 at night, so stressed at work, tired, alone and almost out of energy. When a picture dropped right in front of me, it was a picture of me, and someone behind me.
I awake to the perfect darkness of my room when I feel my cat resting on my chest, and have since been frozen in terror from the shocking lack of fur when I pet her. After half an hour, my eyes have adjusted to see the gargantuan insect with a fuzzy tail between its mandibles.
Having just bought a new pair of glasses with thick frames, I got used to seeing something out of the corner of my eye, however, sometimes when I take my glasses off, I can still see whatever it is. And it seems to be getting closer.
It was nearly midnight when I finally finished boarding up the doors and windows. I thought I was safe and let out a sigh of relief but then I heard the dead child giggling behind me.
I thought that if I couldn’t see it, then it couldn’t see me. I was wrong.
I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first I thought it was coming from the window, then I heard it come from the mirror again.
When I arrived at my uncles house was to not go into his daughters room, on my way to the guest room I looked through the keyhole and saw an eye staring back at me. My uncles daughter passed away 2 years ago
My eyes look sleepily from side to side as my daughter lay in her craddle.As I go downstairs I check the window,there she lay her eye whites black and her pupil white “why are you still here? You know you murdered her.”
The girl heard her mum yell her from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. As she got to the top of the stairs, her mum pulled her into her room and said “I heard that too”.
They thought it was a good idea to sneak into the school at night and change their grades until muffled laughter came down from the dark classrooms in the empty hallways. The laughter sounded way too young to be the school’s current students.
Its 2AM and i’m woken by the sounds of a girl crying. Im too scared to let her out.
Ever since she brought that damn clown doll in the house there have been strange things happening. That night however, was even worse; as she lay her 13 month old baby in her crib in the dark bedroom, the baby’s eyes got really large, and then she held her finger to her lips and whispered, “Shhhh…” at the closet door.
I am awake since a long time now, half an hour, maybe more, but I don’t want to open my eyes, because if I do, I know that I will see her sat on the side of the bed.
Like every nights since her death…