Sleep did not come to me easily that night in the cabin in the woods for the portraits on the wall only portrayed the deformed, the decrepit and the damned. Sleep has never come easily to me ever again, for when I had woke I found no portraits, only windows.
There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.
They delivered the mannequins in bubble wrap. From the main room I begin to hear popping.
The longer I wore it the more it grew on me. She had such pretty skin.
My daughter won't stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn't help.
Carol never wore her safety goggles. Now she doesn't need to
The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.
After working a hard day I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didn't know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.
My sister says that mommy killed her. Mommy says that I don't have a sister.
When I finally grabbed her in the darkness, I swam back to the surface. It never occurred to me how fast the ice could freeze over.
Don't be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.
The doctors told the amputee he might experience a phantom limb from time to time. Nobody prepared him for the moments though, when he felt cold fingers brush across his phantom hand.
You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen. As you are heading down the stairs you hear a whisper from the closet saying "Don't go down there honey, I heard it too."