Scary Short Stories

The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Sings A Lullaby While I Sleep #FearFest

24th March 1977 Today I say hello to a new future. But before that, I need to go back to the past, one last time. I need to tell you about my Mother. Growing up, it was just the two of us, so we were really close. We moved around a lot, like we were […]

You Cannot Run From What You Cannot See #FearFest

Every night, I dream the same dream… and every night, death gets closer. I’m afraid to fall asleep, not knowing if I will wake the next morning. So every day, I move to a new place, hoping to outrun it, though I cannot run as fast as he. It begins the same way. I find […]

He’s Watching You #FearFest

He speaks to me. Follows me wherever I go. Watches my every move. He even lives me with me. Or he would, if he were alive. I want him to go, but he stays. It started off innocently at first. Just a shadow, just a reflection, just a whisper. I didn’t mind. It was somehow, […]

She’s In My Bed #FearFest

When she told me she’d never let go,  she wasn’t lying. So every night I’d wake up to sound of her footsteps, footsteps that made the floorboards creak. And hear her calling, “Come out to play.” Mum doesn’t believe me. She says it’s because I miss Sarah that I feel her here. But she never left. […]

Are You Afraid Of The Dark? #FearFest

I could feel her there, growing up. Glimpse her hiding behind closed doors and open closets. But the older I grew, the bolder she got. Then began the tremors. The slightest of touches. Fingers moving across my skin. Calling my name, in the dark. Like a lover. Are you afraid of the dark? I am. You […]

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