Mummy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn't see a puppy, and then Mummy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mummy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mummy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn't ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.
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Short Scary Stories
Horrorexactly what the title says Edit: I thought I already had this, but oh well. These stories aren't mine (Except for 'the scariest thing', that was a sort of joke/reliever chapter) I had found them on various websites, Creepypasta websites and others...