Scary Short Stories

I thought she was human

I carry out the plate of cupcakes, and knock on Mrs. Fredricksons door. She opens the door. "Hello bright eyes!" How are you!"

I smile as she lets me in, "Great! Just thought I'd stop by!" She has me place them on the kitchen island. "Would you like some coffee?" She asks, grabbing a pot from the brewer.

I nod, and she poors me a cup of steaming black coffee. I smile, sipping it. She leans on the counter,"Hows the little one?" Referring to my now 13 year old daughter.

"Attitude, but she's a sweetheart sometimes and that's all that matters. "I'll be going on a trip soon, I wont be back for a while." She says, pointing at a picture.

On it is a beautiful postcard of Hawaii. I smile,"That'll be nice! When will you be back?" I ask, taking another long sip of the coffee. She shrugs,"Probably not for a while. It was nice to talk, but I need to get packing." She says.

I give her a hug, and start heading back. My other neighbor, Daniel, grabs my arm. "Hey! What's up?" I ask. He looks at me oddly,"Why do you keep going to Mrs. Fredricksons house, She died two months ago!"