Category : Stories

Sub Category : Horror

Many ask how I died, well, let me tell you. A while ago (I don't know when, time is sketchy when you're a ghost.) I was locked in a chest. I guess I fell in. I screamed for hours, but everyone was away. After a while, I gave up. Someone will notice I'm missing. But days must have passed. I was hungry, hurting, sad. My mom and dad had forgotten about me. I wondered if I'd ever get out. So I gave up. Instead of waiting for myself to die, I clawed my face off. Yes, I'm the faceless ghost haunting the rundown house at the end of the street. And yes, that's the house I died in. The house our none happy family lived in. You may hear tails of the people in that house, after their daughter ran away, killing themselves. But that was me. I hung them in their sleep. Right next to each other. But I can't pass on till someone finds my corpse. So fallow me, let me rest. Do as I say, and I might let you live. So now you know, find my body for me, or else.