Scary Stories

There's a hand at my window

No wait... that's just our tree. Sucker has grown pretty big and- is that a man standing at my- oh my god its just my jacket. I think I'm being too paranoid about this. I'm going to sleep.

I wake up the next morning and head downstairs for breakfast, my dad smiles and hands me a plate of eggs and bacon.

"Dad do you sometimes mistake things in your room as scary things?"

"Not really sweetie, why do you ask?"

With a chuckle I reply "You see last night I thought I saw a hand at the window when it was really the tree and i thought i- what's wrong, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Hon.... we cut down the tree two days ago."

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A/N

I just wanted to say thank you once again for reading, voting, and taking time out of your days to comment. I hope you all are enjoying the book so far! If you're interested I have another book that I am in the process of writing. It's about infamous serial killers so if you're interested...do give it a read. Thank you all, have a good day!