Short Stories For The Dark

The Painting

My family and I were visiting my grandma for the weekend and as the sun was going down I was getting more tired from lack of sleep from over working. My grandma said I could sleep in the basement guest room, however my younger brother was already asleep down there therefor, I had to be quiet as not to wake him.

So I went into the room and decided to not turn on the light and to just craw into the bed. I was about to sleep until I realized an odd painting. I've never noticed it before. It was of an ugly old man who looked like he hasn't taken a shower in a while. I tried to ignore it as just an weird painting and tried to sleep.

I have never slept worse in my life...I felt like something or someone was watching me.

When I woke up I looked at the painting to get a clear look at it.

However, it was a window...all I saw was the clear and sunny morning.