I woke up,the night crushing in around me,I groggily looked at the clock,3:34am.The Television and radio were throwing out sounds of static,loud insistent.My kids must have left them on again.As I reached for the remote,the clock changed to 3:35am and the static became a voice, scratchy as if from an old radio play.Distant yet distinct.
"David? David,this is your father.Time is short.Get out now.Leave your kids and wife, it's too late for them.Head to our old hunting cabin.Go now!"The voice said
My father has been dead for years.I turned to look at my wife.She had already began to change.
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Scary Stories
HorrorThe creepiest short stories you'll ever read. NOTE;Most of the stories are not mine.And some are horror story prompts.
