Mommy told me never to go in the basement. But I really wanted to know what was making that crying sound. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy so when mommy wasn't looking, I opened the door and walked down a bit. I didnt see a puppy and then mommy yanked me out and yelled at me. Mommy never yelled at me before so I cried. Mommy told me never to go in the basement again and gave me a cookie. I felt better after the cookie so I didn't ask why there was a boy in there. I didn't even ask why he had no arms or legs.
On my 5th birthday I heard the sound and I wanted to see what it was. I remembered mommy telling me not to go there but I saw mommy go there yesterday so I decided to open the door and take a small look. Maybe it was just my birthday present! I opened
the door and tiptoed down until I was at the bottom but I didn't see a present. Instead I saw a big metal cage and the boy was in it. He was crying so i knew he must be sad. Then he said, "help". Was something wrong? I called mommy and I heard her coming down the stairs. "Didn't mommy tell you not to go in the basement?" She said. She then took out a knife, "now you're going to have to join him."
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Short horror stories
HorrorHighest rank: #7 in horror A couple of spine chilling horror stories, some made up by myself, some you can find on the internet. No copyright intended. Over a selection of 80 stories for you to read in the dark preferably, alone.
