Don't be afraid to read🎃🕸️ Scary short stories: Alone


Waking up alone, just like yesterday, just like the day before. It’s been 2 months since my parents sent me (or that’s what I’ve been told) to this scary orphanage. Maybe 3, I’ve lost count. At first, when those grim women took me against my will in that gory van it didn’t bother me. I was walking down the street on Halloween day, so I thought it was just a silly joke my parents had planned. They were there, sitting next to me. But as soon as I saw their pale faces I knew something was happening, something with a terrifying background.

I haven’t seen them since then.


Nuria Jiménez Hernández 2BB

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