I was only 4 when we moved to a haunted house. The house did look beautifully new, and precious, but cheap. Everything was perfect, until my brother started walking into my room, and stare at me as I was sleeping, and tilted his head. This started to happen occasionally. Every single night, I knew so, because the weird feeling woke me up. Until one day, on the news, it was reported my brother jumped out the window last night, at precisely 03:00am. It was, apparently, planned. I felt happy, because this would stop, but bad! I still loved him but he was too.. Creepy.

But that night, I could've sworn I saw him. He did the same thing he always did before he was announced "dead". I got goosebumps, I felt shivery, and petrified. I was crying myself to sleep, knowing he was watching.

The next day, I woke up, I couldn't see anything at all. Until my mother and father screamed, screamed when they saw my eyeballs had been ripped out and lined next to each other on the same exact side I get out of bed. It haunted me, the past few nights, the same thing happened. He was ripping my features off, one bye one. Night, by night.

Story is told by Mariam

sweet nightmareв? 

really spooky


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