I don't know why but for some reason I just couldn't fall asleep. It was midnight and my parents had already gotten to bed after watching much of our favorite show but I was still wide awake.
As I tossed and turned for the longest time, I noticed a sound coming from somewhere in the house. Of course, this just made it even more difficult to fall asleep but I tried until I heard a much more obvious sound, this time coming from my room.
I tried ignoring it the best I could, I really did but it was getting harder and harder to ignore by the minute. Soon there was even scratching clearly coming from my walk-in closet.
I kept telling myself that it was nothing, at least I wanted to believe it, but as I finally dared to look up at the door, it slowly became to creek open. Very, very slowly.
First a hand. A big slimy hand with long, sharp nails came out along with a pair of two glowing red eyes.
I looked away as fast as I could but it was too late. Whatever had been hiding in there, came out faster than I can even blink and jumped onto me. As if to suck my soul.
And I woke up. Petrified and sweaty, I looked around my room, glad to see no life-sucking monster.
I turned to look at the clock and was annoyed that it only read 11.59. For a moment I thought about a deja vu and soon realized what it was when my alarm clock struck 12 and I heard my closet door slowly opening.
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Short Horror Stories
Short StoryEver since we were young, our parents have told us various tales and f ghosts, demons and creepy tales that will stalk your room if you don't listen to them and go to bed. But as we grew older, we stopped believing in all that nonsense. After all...