Creepy stories. Eduard Uspensky - The Worst Horrors: A Fairy Tale
4 of the creepiest horror stories of our childhood. You will turn gray like the first time!
Remember when we told each other in the camps about the red hand and black curtains? And there was always such a master of storytelling, from whom a familiar story took on the contours of a long and exciting thriller no worse than King’s.
We remembered four such stories. Don't read them in the dark!
Black curtains
One girl's grandmother died. When she was dying, she called the girl’s mother to her and said:
Do what you want with my room, but don’t hang black curtains there.
They hung white curtains in the room, and now the girl began to live there. And everything was fine.
But one day she went with the bad guys to burn tires. They decided to burn the tires in the cemetery, right on an old grave that had collapsed. They began to argue about who would set the fire, drawing lots with matches, and it fell to the girl to set the fire. So she set fire to a tire, and smoke came out and straight into her eyes. Hurt! She screamed, the guys were scared for her and dragged her by the hands to the hospital. But she doesn't see anything.
At the hospital they told her that it was a miracle that her eyes were not burnt out, and they prescribed a regimen - to sit at home with her eyes closed and to always keep the room dark and dark. And don't go to school. And no fire can be seen until he recovers!
Then mom started looking for the girl’s room. dark curtains. I searched and searched, but there were no dark ones, only white, yellow, green light ones. And black ones. There was nothing to do, she bought black curtains and hung them in the girl’s room.
The next day my mother hung them up and went to work. And the girl sat down homework write at the table. She sits and feels something touching her elbow. She shook herself, looked, and there was nothing but curtains near her elbow. And so on several times.
The next day she feels something touching her shoulders. He jumps up, and there is nothing around, only the curtains hanging nearby.
On the third day, she immediately moved the chair to the far end of the table. She’s sitting, writing her homework, and something is touching her neck! The girl jumped up and ran to the kitchen, and did not enter the room.
Mom came, the lessons were not written, she began to scold the girl. And the girl began to cry and ask her mother not to leave her in that room.
Mom says:
You can't be such a coward! Look, I’ll sit at your table all night today while you sleep, so that you know that there’s nothing wrong.
In the morning the girl wakes up, calls her mother, but her mother is silent. The girl began to cry loudly from fear, the neighbors came running, and her mother was sitting dead at the table. They took her to the morgue.
Then the girl went to the kitchen, took matches, returned to the bedroom and set fire to the black curtains. They burned, but it made her eyes leak out.
Sister
One girl’s father died, and her mother was very poor, she didn’t work and couldn’t do it, and they had to sell the apartment. They went to grandma’s old house in the village; grandma had died two years ago, and no one lived there. But it was decent there, because a neighbor cleaned it up for money. And the girl and her mother began to live there. The girl had a long way to go to school, and she was given a certificate that she studied at home, and only went to take all sorts of exams and tests at the end of the quarter at school in the regional center, so she and her mother sat at home all day, only sometimes they went to the store, also to the regional center. And my mother was pregnant, and her belly was growing.
He grew for a long, long time, and grew twice as big as usual, so the child was not born for so long. Then my mother seemed to go to the store in the winter, and she was gone for almost a week, the girl was completely exhausted: she was scared at home alone, the windows were black, the electricity was intermittent, there were snowdrifts up to the very windows. The food was running out, but her neighbor fed her. And then late in the evening, or at night, there was a knock on the door and my mother’s voice called out to the girl. The girl opened it and her mother came in. She was all pale, with blue circles around her eyes, thin and tired. She gave birth to a child and held him in her arms, wrapped in some kind of shabby skin, maybe even a dog's. The girl quickly closed the door, put the child on the table, and began to undress the mother - she was very cold, she was all icy. IN iron stove the girl lit a fire, near this stove they warmed themselves in the evenings, and sat the mother in an old armchair, and then went to see the child.
I slowly unfolded it, and there was such a child that it was immediately clear that this was not a newborn or even a baby. There's another girl there three years old or four, the face is small and angry, and there are no arms or legs.
Oh mom, who is this? - the girl asked, and her mother said:
All babies are ugly at first. When my little sister grows up, everything will be fine. Give it to me.
She took the baby in her arms and began to breastfeed. And that girl sucks her breast as if nothing had happened, and looks at the first girl slyly and maliciously.
And their names were Nastya and Olya, Olya - the one without arms and without legs.
And this Olya herself already ran and jumped perfectly, that is, she crawled very quickly, on her stomach. And she jumped on it, and she was able, like a caterpillar, to stand up and use her teeth, for example, to grab something and pull it towards herself. There was no way to save her. She knocked everything over, gnawed, spoiled it, and mom told Nastya to clean up after her, because Nastya was the eldest and also because mom was now feeling bad all the time, she was sick and even slept strangely, with with open eyes as if she was just lying there in a faint. Now Nastya cooked for herself and ate separately from her mother, because her mother had her own diet for nursing mothers. Life has become completely disgusting. If Nastya didn’t eat and didn’t clean up after the dirty little Olya, then her mother would send her either to get firewood or to do her homework, and Nastya spent the whole day and whole evening solving problems and writing exercises, and also taught all kinds of physics so that she could retell everything without stumbling over a single word. Mom did almost nothing, she kept feeding Olya or resting between feedings, because a nursing woman gets very tired, and everything was on Nastya, and washing Olya too, and Olya squirmed and laughed disgustingly, it was also a pleasure to wash her off the poop. But Nastya endured everything for the sake of her mother.
So a month or two passed, and the winter only became colder, and everything around was in snowdrifts, and the light bulbs that hung in the rooms without chandeliers flickered all the time and were very dim.
Suddenly Nastya began to notice that someone was approaching her at night and breathing over her face. At first she thought that it was her mother, as before, looking to see if she was sleeping well and whether the blanket had slipped, and then she looked through her eyelashes, and it was Olya standing upright by the bed and looking at her, and smiling so much that her heart was in her heels. .
Then Olya noticed that Nastya was looking, and said in a disgusting voice:
Who asked you to watch when you shouldn’t? Now I will bite your fingers off. One finger per night. And then I’ll start eating my hands. And this is how my hands will grow.
And she immediately bit off Nastya’s little finger on her hand, and blood flowed from there. Nastya lay there in a daze, but she jumped up from the pain and screamed! But mom is still sleeping, and Olya is laughing and jumping.
Okay,” said Nastya. “I still can’t do anything with you.”
And she lay down as if to sleep. And I even fell asleep.
And in the morning Olya pooped herself again, and her mother told Nastya to wash her. It’s good that there was still firewood in the house, because due to the snowdrifts it was already impossible to reach the woodpile and the well too. Nastya took water for the bath directly from the snow, scooped up the snow with a bucket and heated it on the stove. The wound from the bitten finger hurt a lot, but Nastya didn’t say anything to her mother. I took Olya and began to bathe her in a baby bathtub that they had found in the attic when they were moving. Olya, as always, wriggles and giggles, and Nastya began to drown her. Then Olya broke up, fought terribly, bit Nastya all over, but Nastya drowned her anyway, and she stopped breathing, and then Nastya put her on the table and saw that her mother was still looking at the stove and did not notice anything. And then Nastya lost consciousness because a lot of blood was leaking from the bites.
During the night, the house was so covered with snow that the neighbor got scared and called rescuers. They arrived and dug up the house, and found inside a fainting girl with bitten hands, a dead mummified woman and a wooden doll without arms or legs.
Nastya was then sent to an orphanage for the deaf and dumb. She was actually mute and spoke to her mother with her hands.
The girl who played the piano
One girl with her mother and father moved into a new apartment, very beautiful, large, with a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, two bedrooms, and in the living room there was a German piano made of cherry wood. Do you know what polished looks like? Cherry tree? It is dark red and glistens like blood.
The piano was very necessary because the girl went to the community center to learn to play the piano.
And on new apartment something strange happened to the girl. She began to play this piano at night, although she had not really liked it before. Played quietly, but audible.
At first, her parents didn’t scold her, they thought she’d play enough and stop, but the girl didn’t stop.
They enter the hall, she stands near the piano, notes on the piano, and looks at her parents. They scold her, she is silent.
Then they began to lock the piano.
But it’s unclear how the girl still opened the piano every night and played it.
They began to shame her and punish her, but she still plays the piano at night.
They began to lock her bedroom. And she, who knows how, gets out and plays again.
Then she was told that she would be sent to a boarding school. She cried and cried, they told her, give her your honest pioneer word that you won’t play anymore, but she was silent again. They sent me to a boarding school.
And the next day, someone strangled her mom and dad during the night.
They began to look for who could have strangled them, and asked the girl if she knew something. And then she told me.
It was not she who played the red piano. Every night she was woken up by flying white hands and told to turn over the notes while they played the piano. But she didn’t tell anyone, because she was afraid and because no one would believe it anyway.
Then the investigator tells her:
I believe you.
Because in this apartment lived before pianist. He was arrested because he wanted to poison the government. When they arrested him, he began to ask that they not hit him on his hands, because he needed his hands to play the piano. Then one NKVD officer said that he would make sure that the NKVD did not touch his hands, took a shovel from the janitor and cut off both hands. And from this the pianist died.
And this nkvdsheshnik was the girl’s dad.
Wrong girl
A girl named Katya has a new teacher in her class. He had evil eyes, but everyone praised him very much because he spoke in a kind voice and because if a student did not obey him for a long time, the teacher invited him to drink tea, and after tea the student became the most obedient child in the world and spoke only when asked. And all the students in the girl’s class became obedient, only the girl herself was still ordinary.
One day, the girl’s mother sent the girl to take some purchases home to the teacher that he asked her to make. The girl came, the teacher sat her down to drink tea in the kitchen and said:
Sit here quietly and don't go into the basement.
And he took the purchases and went with them to the attic.
The girl drank tea, but the teacher didn’t come. She began to wander around the rooms, looking at photographs and paintings on the walls. She was walking over the stairs to the basement, and the ring that her grandmother gave her fell off her finger. The girl decided to quickly take off the ring and sit in the kitchen as if nothing had happened.
She went down to the basement, looked around, and there were basins of blood all around. Some contain intestines, others contain liver, others contain brains, and others contain eyes. And he looks, the eyes are human! She got scared and started screaming!
Then a teacher entered the basement with a large knife. He looked and said:
You are bad, worthless, wrong Katya.
He grabbed Katya's braids and cut them off.
From this hair I will make the hair of a good, proper Katya. And now I need your skin. I’ll give the right Katya the glass eyes that your mother bought for me, but I need real skin.
And he raised the knife again.
Katya began to run around the basement, and the teacher stood by the stairs and laughed:
There is no other way out of this basement, run and run until you fall, then it will become easier to skin you.
Then the girl calmed down and decided to cheat. She went straight at him. She walks and shakes all over, and suddenly nothing happens. And he will kill her and put her in basins, and an obedient doll will go home instead.
And the teacher still laughs and shows the knife.
Then the girl suddenly tore the beads from her neck, which her grandmother had also given her, and how she threw them in the teacher’s face! Straight into the eyes and mouth! The teacher recoiled, his eyes were bloodshot and he couldn’t see anything. He tried to rush at the girl, but the beads had already fallen to the floor, rolled around, and he slipped on them and fell. And the girl jumped on his head with both feet, and he lost consciousness. And then she crawled out of the basement and ran to the police.
The teacher was then shot. In another city where he previously worked, he replaced an entire school with walking dolls.
Hungry doll
One girl with her mom and dad moved into another apartment. And in the children's room, there was a doll nailed to the wall. Dad tried to pull the nails out, but couldn't. They left it like that.
So the girl went to bed, and suddenly the doll moves her head, opens her eyes, looks at the girl and says in a scary voice:
Let me eat some red stuff!
The girl was scared, and the doll said it in a deep voice again and again.
Then the girl went to the kitchen, cut her finger, took a spoonful of blood, came back and poured it into the doll’s mouth. And the doll calmed down.
On next night all the same again. And on to the next one. So the girl gave her blood by the spoonful to the doll for a week and began to lose weight and turn pale.
And on the seventh day the doll drank blood and said in its terrible voice:
Listen, crazy girl, don’t you have any jam at home?
Stories told by Lilith Mazikina
Illustrations: Shutterstock
I remembered another one a little story. The man who told it to me spent half of his youth in the north, every year he went to one of the White Sea biological stations built during the USSR. The Russian North is wow, ahhh, cool! You can catch the Northern Lights, endless bright nights...
But the strange story he told me could have happened anywhere where there was winter, a forest and a night road.
From the village and the station (I don’t know what kind of regular bus, maybe it stopped there) to the base, that is, the biological station, the hero of my story used to walk along a familiar road through a forest. He walked there day and night - it was impossible to get lost, there was nothing to be afraid of. In his opinion.
And then one night he returns to the station.
Until now, I have twice successfully turned to the same whispering grandmother for help, who twice poured out my fear on wax. And both times were connected with my, presumably, dreams. And they took place in different dormitories.
1. My grandmother died that summer (oncology). Lately, our relationship with her has been so-so: she was very weak and was in pain, which is why my grandmother was nervous. Yes, she lived with her grandfather in our private parental home. The relationship between our family members was out of control. Hate from morning to evening. Therefore, I dreamed of getting away from them all as quickly as possible.
My dad told me this story. It happened at a chemical plant in our city around 1982-1983 with a man from his team. I myself have little idea what an industrial zone is from the inside, since I have worked in the trade sector all my life. But I’m speaking from my father’s words...
His team consisted of about ten people. The team is friendly - simple Soviet men. They could have energetically waved sledgehammers, or they could have sinfully knocked over a glass of vodka at work. Well, sometimes they stole socialist values at their own peril and risk. And in their brigade there was a man of about forty - Alexey. He himself lived outside the city in the adjacent village in a country house.
This incident happened in the late eighties. I knew all the participants in the events described personally. And the main character told me the details later.
Knowing that I was going to put her story on paper, I asked to change the name. Which is what I do. Let's call the girl Galya.
At that time, Galina was twenty-five years old. She served at the Headquarters of the Ural Military District in what was then Sverdlovsk. She was on good terms with her boss, he made an effort, and she, a nonresident, was given separate room in a departmental dormitory on Vostochnaya Street, near the Shartashsky market. Non-family people were rarely afforded such luxury. All her unmarried colleagues and girlfriends huddled two or three in a room. Galya was also unmarried, but she was lucky.
This story happened to my friend Tanya several years ago. In those years, she worked in a funeral home, taking orders and filling out documents, in general, doing the usual routine work. Their labor functions she carried out the work during the day, and other employees stayed at night. But one day, due to a colleague going on vacation, Tanya was offered two weeks to work at night shift, and she agreed.
In the evening, having started her shift, Tanya checked all the documents and phone number, talked with the employees who were on duty in the basement, and sat down on her workplace. It got dark, my colleagues went to bed, and there were no calls from clients. Time passed as usual, Tanya was bored at her workplace, and only the cat, which had taken root at their work and was considered a collective cat, brightened up her life a little, and even she was sleeping at that moment.
In 2009, I was in the hospital. The room was for six people. Two rows of beds with a passage in the middle. I got an old-style bed with an uncomfortable broken mesh (you lie like in a hammock). Bed guards made of metal rods. We hung towels on them (although this was not allowed). Because of the uncomfortable bed, my legs stuck out slightly into the passage. I wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of someone quietly tapping on my leg. It flashed through my head that I was either snoring or my legs were getting in the way. I looked and there was no one in the aisle or by my bed. Everybody sleeps. I thought that the woman from the bed opposite was bending over and I couldn’t see her because of the shield.
When my aunt got married, her mother was no longer alive. The wedding took place in a private house, the toilet was in the garden. When it got dark, the groom decided to run there slowly. He opens the door, and there is a woman sitting there. He was embarrassed and quickly closed the door.
I stood there thinking for a while and remembered that it seemed like all the guests were in the house or nearby, there shouldn’t be anyone in the garden. I opened the door again, and there was no one there. He screams and runs. They barely calmed down. When he told what he saw, the relatives realized that he was describing the bride’s mother in exactly the clothes in which she was buried. They decided that she came to see her son-in-law.
It was at night, the cat, as usual, slept at the feet. I also fell asleep. And suddenly I woke up with some very unpleasant feeling - either fear or cold. I open my eyes, I want to get up, since I can’t sleep, and then I catch the eyes of a cat - warning me and with its ears pinned somewhere to the side nearby. I turn my gaze in that direction and see a huge, foggy-gray, but very dense creature sneaking across the room. With something like a face with closed eyes. He moves towards the window, holding his hands out in front of him, like a man in the dark - by touch.
I couldn't even scream from horror. And suddenly this creature felt the gaze, slowly turned around and clearly began to sniff. Then the cat silently released his claws at my leg with all his might, and I turned my gaze to him. The creature immediately lost interest, walked to the window and disappeared.
The cat soon fell asleep, and I shivered in bed until the morning, afraid to even get up to turn on the light.
This incident also happened at night, more precisely, already at 5 am. I woke up from a short ring at the door. My first thought was, what if something happened to my relatives, who else would have come at that time? I rushed to the door, sleepy, and asked: who is there? Silence. I didn't see anyone through the peephole. I looked at my watch and went to bed. And as soon as I lay down, the second call immediately came.
Then I foolishly opened the door without asking questions. Behind the door stood something tall, resembling a gray rectangular silhouette of a man without a neck, without arms, with darker outlines of eyes and mouth. And on the spot chest there was an opening in which it was raining. At this point I thought clearly, even without fear - everyone is going crazy, they’ve arrived. And yet she asked: who are you? Somehow I almost heard the answer: Shadow. I'm coming to you. Can I log in? I answered: no. She slammed the door and went to bed. That's all. There were no more calls.
I did go to the doctor later. I was glad that the roof was in place, but I still don’t know what it was.
A friend of mine and her friends, having gotten tipsy, decided to summon the “spirit of Pushkin,” even though the aunts were already adults, all at least 40, but such childhood had come over them.
We had fun and fooled around. Nothing succeeded. But it started at night. It was at a friend’s dacha, and everyone spent the night there. Windows and doors began to open on their own, the radiators rattled, as if they were moving a stick back and forth across them. The peak was when a certain “force” pulled off the blanket from one of the ladies. Another received a blow to the cheek and even had an abrasion. It ended up that I had to send the priest out to clean the house. Oh, he swore! He said that they “let in a restless spirit.” But I cleared it, everything stopped. But the friend and her friends all quarreled with each other. And from scratch.
Oh, it’s better not to tell me, they won’t believe it anyway... When my father died, my grandmother, my mother and I decided to lie down in one room; in the other there was a coffin. Grandma quickly fell asleep, and my mother and I lay still and thought, thought, thought... And suddenly we clearly heard our father’s snoring. From the very room where his body lay. My mother and I were numb, she squeezed my hand, “Did you hear?” - “Yeah” - “Oh, mommies...”.
The snoring lasted 10-15 seconds, but that was enough for us to not leave the bedroom for the rest of the night. We left only when friends and relatives started arriving early in the morning. Still no one believes. But we couldn’t have heard the same thing, could we? And also, when they brought my father to the monastery for the funeral service, his face changed, it became more peaceful, it seemed that he was smiling. And this was already noticed by everyone who saw him off from home and attended the funeral service.
I was 15, my second cousin was 16. The house that his father built was at the stage of walls. The basement floor was already ready, the floor boards were “rough” - with considerable gaps between them. The passage to the ground floor was closed by an old street door - very heavy. We climbed in there with the neighbor girls and a battery-powered tape recorder. They didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t take pills. Summer, seven o'clock in the evening. At some point, the music ended and we heard someone approaching the gate from the street side, then the folded hook jingled and we heard footsteps - a heavy man's gait.
We hid. Then this someone came into the house and went through the rooms. We heard footsteps - but through the cracks in the floor we could see that there was no one in the house! Then the steps started to leave, we rushed to the vents in the foundation to see who it was - and saw no one. The steps died down - we crawled out of the basement: the gate was closed. The house has been completed. My brother’s wife says that the cat periodically arches and hisses at someone, and the dog freezes and looks carefully at one point.
One day - I was six years old - I woke up as if with a jolt. A dim light fell on the blanket from the side of the table that stood behind the headboard at my feet. Something huge froze in anticipation - it was there, behind the headboard - the light was falling from it! But I didn’t even have time to think about it or turn my head to look...
A chilling sound split the silence of the room. I turned sharply towards the table, and my desperate cry merged with the roar of a monstrous creature hanging over the table. The creature's legs were not visible, but its palms with outstretched fingers were facing me - one hand was at the shoulder, the other extended forward, attacking me... The creature's hair stood up, framing its head in a halo, its huge eyes glowed with anger. Before me is a strange and dangerous creature. I screamed and the vision disappeared. The room plunged into darkness. A frightened father ran up, but due to severe stuttering I was unable to say anything...
After my grandfather's funeral, but before 40 days from the date of his death, we went to the village where he lived for the last 10 years. We went to bed, I started to fall asleep, but I heard some sounds in the hallway, as if someone was walking. I thought: “This is probably grandpa. But he won’t do anything bad to us, he loved us very much.” And she fell asleep peacefully.
I told my mother later, it turns out she also heard the stomping and also fell asleep peacefully. But my grandfather’s son-in-law (my mother’s sister’s husband, my uncle) stayed up longer than us. He heard the door to the neighboring house slamming and something rumbled in the hallway. And then the door to the hut where we slept opened and grandfather came in. Uncle threw himself into bed under the covers and didn’t hear anything else.
I was 12 years old then, maybe younger, and I was left at home alone. Parents went to visit friends or on some business. We live in a private house in a small village, surrounded by forest.
So I decided to call my mother to find out when my parents would be home. I call and hear voices. I thought there was a problem on the line, I called back again, heard voices again, and listened. And there two people discussed how they like to eat human meat, shared recipes, discussed how best to prepare canned food. Now I understand that it was most likely a very stupid joke, but then it was very scary. It seemed to me that they knew what I heard and would definitely find me by phone number.
I couldn’t call my parents, I thought I’d run into those cannibals again. Alone, the house is big, breaking a window is a piece of cake.
The younger of my two cousins was getting married. I came to invite my mother to the wedding. She asked when the wedding was scheduled. The answer made her tense: this is the day of death of her mother, my grandmother, and, accordingly, the grandmother of my cousin. In response to the remark, the brother replied that it was okay, “this wedding will be a gift for grandma.”
A week before the wedding, the bride's parents arrived at the groom's house to meet future relatives and discuss the details of the upcoming celebration. We sat and talked. The owners wanted to show the house to the guests. We walked and wandered around and went into our parents’ bedroom. The mother of the bride looked at the photographs on the wall and almost lost consciousness; the men supported her when she almost fell to the floor.
It turned out that the day before she woke up in the middle of the night (or thought that she woke up), and next to her, leaning over her, stood a woman in a white robe. The woman said: “It’s not appropriate to do this, we must honor it.” And she left. The future mother-in-law recognized that woman in the photograph on the wall. This was my grandmother.
By the way, they lived only two months after the wedding, then they ran away. The story is not made up.
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that will excite your imagination.1. She asked why I was breathing so hard.It wasn't me.
2. I can't move, breathe, speak or hear. If I knew how lonely I would be, I would choosecremation.
3 . The longer I wore it, the more it grew into me. She had one like this beautiful skin.
4 . I woke up hearing a knock on the glass. At first I thought it was the window until I heard it againcomes out of the mirror.
5. My daughterdidn't stop crying and screamingat night. I come to her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.
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6. I let my little daughter sleep with me at night. I like to cuddle up to her, despite the causticthe smell of rotting flesh.
7. Lights flashed. I covered myself with a pillow so that this timecan't hear the screams.
8. I'm not afraid of the cemetery. This is the only place whereghosts don't haunt me.
9. The problem with getting out is that your parents have no idea where to find you. At the time, when they find this cage, you will no longer be alive.
10. I hear my son scream and I rush upstairs to put him back to sleep. He doesn't believe me when I say that everything is fine, probably because he sees a creature thatfollowed me to his room.
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11. You hear your mother calling you into the kitchen. As you walk down the stairs, you hear whispers from the restroom: "Don't go there, honey,I heard that too".
12. I'm worried thatI may have gone crazy. I'm hallucinating. I saw the man's skin tear and sag and then peel off his body. I watched as what was left fell out from inside. I saw him meet my gaze and grin.
I'm worried that I might be going crazy. But I'm even more worried that I , Maybe, not crazy.
13. I pulled the trigger and watched as my brain splashed across the wall. I did this yesterday.Why don't I die, and why can't I stop?
14 . Growing up with cats and dogs, I was used to scratching noises at the door while I slept. Now that I live alone it has becomealarming.
15. I had a pleasant dream when heavy blows woke me up. After that, I could only hear the muffled sounds of earth falling on the grave through my screams.
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16. I never fall asleep butI keep waking up.
17. I always thought my cat had vision problems. It seemed as if her gaze was frozen on my face. Until one day I realized that she alwayslooks through me.
18. There is a photo of me sleeping on my phone. II live alone.
19. The last thing I saw was the alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she ran her decaying nails down my chest while her other hand muffled my screams. I jumped up, sighing with relief that it was just a dream, but when the alarm clock showed 12:06, I heardthe closet door creaked.
20. I began to put him to bed, and he told me: "Daddy, check for monsters under my bed". I looked under the bed and I see him, another “him,” under the bed, he looks at me, trembles and whispers: “Daddy, there is someone on my bed.”
