Short Horror Stories

I | Mabel

In first grade, I heard someone at the door. It was 2AM.

They banged and banged.

Suddenly, I heard glass break.

I hid under my bed for what seemed like forever.

Footsteps only surrounded me.

I was horrified.

About ten minutes after I was sure whoever that was had left, I got out.

I was seven and scared.

Needing to tell my parents, I rushed to their room. I saw broken glass where I was running by.

I looked inside of their room.

In shock, I started to cry at what I saw.

A note that read,

"We're so sorry honey, but there was an emergency at work we had to leave for. We'll be back at 6:30. - Love you, Daddy and Mommy."

I started to cry loudly, running back to my room.

As I sat down, I tried to sleep.

It was now 3:30.

The door opened.

"Hey honey! I'm home! Come here!" Someone..or something that sounded like my dad said.

It wasn't my dad.

It couldn't have been.

It was 3 hours earlier.

I hid under my blankets.

I heard horrifying sounds as I waited.

Specific..gross footsteps wandered my house for forever.

They never left.

Until it was finally 4:23.

It left.

My dad wouldn't have left.

He would've came back with my mom.

I knew my mom wasn't with...whatever that was.

They wouldn't have told me to come here.

They wouldn't have announced their arrival.

It was 3:30.

I was supposed to be well asleep.

At 6:45, the door opened.

I was still awake.

My dad and mom were home.

The real ones.

"Mabel?" They asked.

They didn't know why I was up.

I knew it was them.

I rushed to hug them and cried hard, explaining everything.

To this day..seven years later..I don't know who that was, and neither do my parents.

The feelings that haunted me that night still haunt me to this day.

I still find it so weird that happened.