While rummaging through my parent’s house, I found a short short scary story I wrote eighteen years ago! It was during my Goosebumps™ phase. It was like finding a long, lost treasure. Also, I learned I might’ve needed therapy then.
Below is the story. Just in time for Halloween.
8/24/1994, Weather: Sunny
Joshua was walking home from school, it was getting late. He hurried home just in time for dinner. As he entered the house he felt uneasy. he thought this was silly so he shook off the feeling. His mother greeted him.
Ever since daddy died she seemed a little different. It was really dark now. Joshua finished his dinner. He go’s outside into the darkness. People are still talking about the death of his father. “Death,” thought Joshua, is it dark and scary? A hand grabbed his shoulder. “What the”, Joshua turns around and see’s his father. Before he could scream a darkness swept over him.
He wakes up and he walks to his house. His mother was lying in her bed. He walks to the graveyard. All of a sudden blood gushes out of him, and his guts blow up. it is dark, it is death.