I should have known right from the beginning that there was something wrong with the deserted diner especially after ordering their special steak. The meat tasted strange , the waitress was staring continuously at me with a perpetual smile on her face & a butchers knife sticking out of her apron.
I went on my phone and saw pictures of me sleeping. I live alone.
As I was stumbling in the night to get the the washroom, I felt my dog brush against my leg. But then I heard my dog barking upstairs at something else.
As I walked into the room the perfect stillness of the air took my breathe away. Then the wind chime hanging from the ceiling started singing softly.
My mom watches kids in a daycare and there is a 4 year old boy and his little sister who is 3 months old. Today I saw him singing “Dumb Ways To Die” to her, as he shook her back and forth really fast. when I told him to stop he covered her mouth and nose with his hand. I pulled him away from her and he said “she’s MY baby!” …
My last thought before the man in the backseat slit my throat was that the man in the other truck was trying to warn me
“Honey, are you back yet?” I ask, as the living room door opens behind me. Someone appreciatively whispers “No…” into my ear.
When I first able to hear again I would often talk to myself when I was alone, just to enjoy the sound in my ears. I stopped shortly after, once I starting hearing replies to my conversations.
They told me not to build my house on a supposed graveyard. I believed them the night I heard knocking beneath my feet.
“I’ve forgotten to turn off the car lights yet again” I think and reach for the car keys. Then I realize that in the darkness outside my window no rear lights are glowing, but two red eyes staring at me.
My bedroom door was closed and blocked by a bookshelves. At 2am she was stood looking at me after throwing clothes around my room with door closed and the bookshelves still blocking the door, I have no sister or daughter but there the girl stood.
Having a light burn out is creepy enough when you’re living alone. Having a light turn on is even worse.
I woke up in the middle of the night and heard my sister breathing in the bed next to me. I then remembered she had stayed at a friend’s house for the night and wasn’t home.
This morning I opened the curtains to find a bloody hand print from the outside of the window. I live on the third floor.
Imagine a fearsome creature, neither man nor animal, with matted fur, spotted with clotted blood, having razor-sharp claws and teeth, big, strong, virtually impregnable and with greedy glowing eyes. Even this being would be afraid of what’s outside your door waiting for you to already come out.
After twelve long hours and being covered in mud, the man finally came home to hear his wife cooking in the kitchen. He thought what a waste of time if she already dug herself out.
I was tightly tucked up in bed with the glow of the nightlight illuminating the corner, as I begged my father to check for monsters in the cupboard opposite.
He closed the bedroom door and I switched off the nightlight and pulled myself into the blanket. It was then I heard the heavy breathing. He forgot to look under the bed.
My husband finished shaving in front of the bathroom mirror, rinsed his face and dried off. As he reached for the light switch by the door across the room, I could see his reflection pressed against the glass, leering…
As I was driving home from work today, I kept on hearing a peculiar rattle and scratching sound coming from the trunk of my car. I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO KEEP STILL IN THERE!
I always did love your face and everything about it. That’s why I’m wearing it now.