Short Creepy Stories

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When I was at school, I wandered into the forest. A little girl wanted me to help her get the axe out of her head. She is now my best friend. But everybody calls her imaginary. One day my mother told me if I continued to insist this girl was real, I would need to see a psychologist. The next day, my mother was found dead with what seemed like an axe wound in her head.