Tag: scary

I look at the clock and realize it is 12:07 as I scream and yell, blood dripping down my arms as she sinks her nails deeper and deeper into them. I wake up thankful it is only a dream. My heart starts to pound again after I read the time on the clock, 12:06.

After leaving my mother’s funeral and find out that know one has found her body, we come home and I tell my father that I’m hungry, then he tells me supper will be ready in 20 minutes, 20 minutes later I come into the kitchen, and sit down. My dad lifts the lid of the dish he has made, it looks like chicken legs, so I take a bite, and right after I do my fathers says, “Doesn’t you mother taste great?”

After leaving my mother’s funeral and find out that know one has found her body, we come home and I tell my father that I’m hungry, then he tells me supper will be ready in 20 minutes, 20 minutes later I come into the kitchen, and sit down. My dad lifts the lid of the dish he has made, it looks like chicken legs, so I take a bite, and right after I do my fathers says, “Doesn’t you mother taste great?”

I sweat and pant, and scream, but all that my father says to me is, “Honey you just 3 more years.” Little did I know that my punishment for not coming home on time would be to stay in closet for 3 years.

My science teacher, Mr. John tells us to take a seat, we do, he tells us we are going to be dissecting. My heart starts to pound as I realize we will be dissecting live people.

My science teacher, Mr. John tells us to take a seat, we do, he tells us we are going to be dissecting. My heart starts to pound as I realize we will be dissecting live people.

I recently found a mirror, in perfect condition at the junkyard where I work, my boss said I could take it home, but later I realize every time I go to look at my reflection it’s not me but a little girl in a white dress. I started to get scared to I took it back to the junk yard. Just as I set it down in a pile, the girl pulled me in.

I recently found a mirror, in perfect condition at the junkyard where I work, my boss said I could take it home, but later I realize every time I go to look at my reflection it’s not me but a little girl in a white dress. I started to get scared to I took it back to the junk yard. Just as I set it down in a pile, the girl pulled me in.

i sleep, i eat, i dream. But i can’t speak or talk to people bc they can’t hear me or see me

my wife tells me their is a person in our house but she died 2years ago bc a person was down stairs.Can she warn me?

I was in my bedroom and I heard my sister calling me from the kitchen. My sister lives abroad.