I lost my daughter an year ago but I can't help but miss her still. Everywhere I go I see small pieces of her. I sometimes mistaken other 7 year old girls as her. I didn't say goodbye and I really wanted to so this afternoon I went to this psychic store and she gave me candles and the normal type of corny things to communicate with the dead along with this ancient book with these weird foreign words that I had to recite. When I went home I gave it a go and nothing happened. I slumped into bed with disappointment and despair, this may sound stupid but I was actually hoping for at least something. When all I got was nothing.
I couldn't sleep well. It was so difficult for me to. I kept stirring and struggling to drift off to la-la land but I just couldn't.
I turned to the left and opened my eyes. I saw my clock that read 3am, but that wasn't what I was really focusing on. My full focus was on the dirty china doll seating on my table looking at me.
That doll belonged to my daughter and I burried it with her.
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I'm Watching You (scary short stories)
HorrorHighest Ranking #261 in Horror... Creepiest bonechilling stories made up and taken from other sources by horror fanatic who has nothing better to do than scare people shitless. Most of them are originally mine, and others I get random scary stories...
