He took the little girl with the promise of sweets.
They found the body a few days later, ripped to shreds, but they never did find his head.
I sat enthralled watching the movie alone at home.
And then the child on the screen turned to me and asked for popcorn.
It's been watching me for a while now. Sometimes, I catch glimpses of its reflection on my computer screen, but I dare not turn around.
Every time I close my eyes, it moves closer.
I am finding it so hard not to blink.
As I rode my bike past the old woman on the deserted highway, I wondered what she was doing there alone. As I looked in the rear view mirror to check, I saw her sitting in the back smiling at me.
'I'm not a stalker,' whispered Jack to himself. 'Stalking implies motion, but I have been standing over her, watching her sleep, for hours.'
The night watchman latched the last door, out the last sliver of light from the street lamp. 'You missed one,' breathed the darkness on the back of his neck.
'Welcome to the new house,' the agent said as he left, handing me the keys. As I turned to close the door, I heard a child laugh and say, 'Welcome indeed.'
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Really Short Horror Stories
HorrorA collection of horror stories I created. They're short, so you can go through them real fast.
