When I was 5 years old, I remember seeing him. Or his shadow at least. My parents said I was making things up.
When I was 8, I remember hearing him and his "friends" taunt me. My parents said I was being overdramatic.
When I was 12, I actually saw him for the first time, he had a broken face, dry blood was all over him and he had no eyes. My parents said I was tired.
When I was 16, I heard my parents blood curdling screams. But I thought, maybe I was making things up, or being overdramatic, perhaps I needed more sleep? All I remember is that I was smiling.
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Short Stories For The Dark
HorrorSome great stories that I love! Hope you guys love them too! Please let me know about any mistakes and or comments on what y'all want. Enjoy! Thanks to @bloodyturtle for this amazing cover!
