Short horror stories

Where's Mommy?

"Where's mommy?" My daughter asked me in the sweetest voice ever.
"Mommy is in heaven with God," I paused. It's been two years and every night she asks the same thing. My wife had passed away two years ago after being murdered. I remember that night, sitting at the bar with my friends, Melanie at her grandmother's while Cara cleaned. When I got home, the door was open, and several police stood outside.
    I shook to get the memories out of my head. Disgusting. How could anyone take her? She was beautiful. Red hair, bright blue eyes, I could never forget her face. After all, I did have a replica sitting in front of me. Our house, once filled with Cara's sweet songs, was now filled with cold drafts blowing through, and creaks of our old house.
"Daddy, if mommy is in heaven, then why is she right here?"