"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 wan't to climb in to bed and tell me about it?"
"No, Daddy"
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barley make out your daughters pale form in the darkness of your room.
"Why not sweetie?"
"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up." For a moment you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
YOU ARE READING
Scary stories.
ParanormalAnything I find interesting, I do not own any of these. Credit to their owners.
