It was late, really late. I don't know why i kept ding things like that to myself, Staying up until the waning hours of the night. Yet here i was, Walking up my wooden basement stairs in the complete darkness, oppressing my thoughts and obtruding into my mind morbid images and scary whimsical thoughts of monsters.
I chuckled as i reached the top of the stairs; it was ridiculous to believe in fairytales. I started to shut the door behind me, but just as it was about to close, it sprung back open as it rebounded off of something squishy. I jumped back, and with horror looked down. A sok was wedged under the door and prevented it from closing. I nervously chuckled and threw the sock down into the vasement.
Then it was thrown back, landing at my feet.
I live alone.
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Short Storyhey guys and galls. I realized that the description for this said that I made these up, No I did not. my mum messed me up by confusing me. but these aren't mine, All Credit goes to the Authors who Wrote these. hope y'all like it. comment, vote, favo...
