Short Scary Stories

There's a Monster in the Closet

"Mummy. Mummy." I screamed as I ran down the hallway. It was dark and I could hear my sister dying. Her screams echoed over my own as I ran down the hall.

I didn't make it to my parents room. Mummy and Daddy had come out of their room, Mummy behind Daddy, Daddy with a long shiny stick. "Son, whats wrong, what's that screaming!" Mummy swept me into her arms and raised me up while shining the torch ahead. I couldn't speak, and just pointed at the bedroom I shared.

"Honey. Stay behind me. I'll look." Daddy was so brave, but even he stopped when he saw chunks of my sister on the floor, many bloody knives and the trail of gore leading to the closet, hand prints on the handle. The screaming continued from inside.

Mummy flashed the torch around the room, over the beds, then turned on the light. She stood close to Daddy and they both looked around the room. Mummy then turned to me. "Where is your brother?" I still couldn't talk. But I raised a hand and pointed.

There was a Monster in the Closet.