You get home, tired after along day's work and ready for a relaxing night alone. You reach for the light switch, but another hand is already there.
There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping. I live alone.
She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn't.
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."
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.
They celebrated the first successful cryogenic freezing. He had no way of letting them know he was still conscious.
I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, "Daddy check for monsters under my bed." I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, "Daddy there's somebody on my bed."
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.
I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At firstr, I though it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.
The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door.