Friday Scary Story, October 24, 2014

It's finally quiet.

The banging has stopped.

If I move an inch...  He will escape.  He is so much stronger than me.

I am the only one here.  Everyone else is gone.

I am getting tired.  He is counting on that.

Think.  Think.  Think.

I thought he had forgotten about me.  That he had decided to leave me alone.

Puppets.

Some people think they are fun.  I don't know why.

He belonged to my grandmother.  She kept him locked up.   I wish I had never let him out.

One of his glass eyes is cracked down the middle.  But, I think he can still see.

I tricked him into the closet.  He's going to be angry.



I wish I was someone else...