There are such stories in which, at first glance, there is nothing special, but for some reason they are forcing you for a second to measure from sticky horror. And then you do not want to let go.
Night guest
I managed to keep the cry, seeing the body of my father on the floor in the office, who died recently in the car accident. And failed when his father rose and moved to the table.
Do not turn around
"How do you do it, Pa"? - Margot joyfully stared somewhere behind my back. In response to my questionnair I explained. "Well, I'm talking about your shadow. It is crying and substitutes the horns. "
Return
I woke up from my wife's whisper. She lay on his side, staring at me with an empty look and povered something incoherent. "Cute, quiet, I'm here" - I reached for her to calm down, but suddenly I disassembled the words: "Rise! Leave me alone, please "! Here I remembered that he died three years ago.
So it was necessary
I burned all dolls, although my daughter cried and begged it to do this. She did not understand my horror and did not want to believe that this is not me every night I put dolls into her bed.
Grandmother
Cute, do not be afraid of the dead grandmother. Himself will be - no anywhere. Page under the bed, in the closet, in Chulana. Well? Made sure? Stand !!! Just do not raise your head to the ceiling! Grandma hates when they look at the focus!
Faceless and unnamed
When we bought a house, I suggested that scratches on the inside of the basement door left a big and not very educated dog. The day before yesterday, the neighbors said that the former owners did not have a dog. This morning I discovered that scratches became more.
My favorite capricious baby
The last month my daughter crying and shouts at night. I have suffered for a long time, but then I still went to her grave and asked to stop. She did not obey.
Sweetness or nasty?
My name is John. I am six years. I love Halloween very much. This is the only day, more precisely, the night in a year, when parents bring me out of the basement, remove the handcuffs and allow you to go outside the street without a mask. I leave candy, I give me meat.
Autumn Clane
I stood at the bedroom window, looked at the crack on the frame and thought that it was time to replace it for a long time. A smiling wife and a man whom she now calls her husband. "Spelling this damn Clane! Saw, scratches glass and spoil look. " - The curtains that we bought a week before my death went down, and I left one again in cold darkness.
One who always steal next
I heard the son loudly crying into his bedroom and ran to him to calm down. "All is well, son! All right"! - I whispered, but he shouted even more and it seems to me at all. Probably because he seen who hid behind my back.
Angel
The girl with nickname "Angel" appeared in my contact list five years ago. She says that he lives in America, so it is convenient to go on the air at midnight. We chat until the morning about any nonsense. Somehow she left a message: "Seryozha, do not sit today in the blue Mazda." When the same evening colleague suggested throwing up to the subway on his blue Mazda, I refused. Correctly made - a wagon drove into the car, and the guy was not very long ago. "Hi, angel," I write her every night. "How are things in California"?. "Hi, Seryozha," she answers. I wanted to call an angel angel (so call ... more precisely called my girl who died five years ago), but I understand that it is impossible to do this. I am sure - she knows what I know.
Late
While the daughter sleeps, run to the store for bread. Then back through the garages. I do not notice the border, I fall, I hit my head. I jump, flying into the entrance. I open the door of the apartment ... near the window - someone's old woman with a strangely familiar face. "How long did you go, mom," she whispers. I drop on the floor Baton. He is absolutely fresh.
97 candles
- He again congratulated me happy birthday! - Dreaming hands I stretch your mother with a Small phone from a long time. - Son! How much can you say that this is someone's bad joke. - Mom strokes me on the head, puts a festive cake on the table. Today is 97. And my mother is still thirty. On her dress in which she was buried.
Yaiayphos.
My double is very awkward, so you have to do everything slowly and carefully so that he managed for me. When she is mistaken, I help her as I can. Yesterday, for example, I cut, the twin did not react, and I had to urgently sink a scratch so that she did not notice and did not upset. She is cute. Her name is Sofia. She calls me with his reflection.
My secret friend
"In no case do not go to the long storage room," Mom said. Of course, I immediately pulled her key. She discovered the loss, began to shout, stupid with her legs, but when I told her that I hadn't reached the storage room, she calmed down and even gave me a couple of dollars for chips. If it were not for two dollars, I would ask her about the dead boy from the pantry, so similar to me, and finally would find out why she cut her eyes and saw his hands. Posted by: Jane Orvis