I tucked my four-year-old daughter into bed at night. All day she was talking about her new friend. It was, of course, her imaginary friend because we lived in a rural area.
"Goodnight, Mommy," she said tiredly.
"Goodnight, my angel," I replied and kissed her smooth forehead.
"Wait!" She yelled just as I was turning to leave. "Kiss my friend goodnight, too. He's sleeping next to me."
Just to make her happy, I leaned down in the empty space next to her, lips puckered and all, when, although there was nothing there, I felt my lips brush against soft skin...
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Scary Stories
Horrorsᴘᴏᴏᴋʏ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs! ʙᴇsᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ! ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀɪᴛᴇ sᴄᴀʀʏ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴋ sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ, sʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴇʜ sᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ! ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴠᴏᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀʀᴇ! ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs! ᴀʟsᴏ, ᴛʀʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ...
