"Daddy, I had a bad dream."
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it's 3:23.
"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?", you say to your daughter.
"No, Daddy.", she says.
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not, sweetie?"
"Because when I came here a few minutes ago, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up."
For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift."
Via.
2 comments:
Thanks a lot, you bleepity bleep. I went to the site you found and started reading some of the stories and now I am FREAKED OUT but I can't stop reading them because I love scary stories.
But I also want to climb under my desk and hide.
Yeah I don't know what it is about scary stories, but I can't stop reading them either. The one above is easily the best one though. I wish I knew where it came from.
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