The Bad Dream
"Daddy, I had a bad dream" You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness – it's 3:23.
"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"
"No, Daddy"
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of you room.
"Why not sweetie?"
"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mummy's skin sat up." For a moment you feel paralysed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.
YOU ARE READING
Creepy Short Stories
HorrorA collection of my favorite creepy tales! I did not write any of these. All credit to the original authors.
