《creepy short stories》


 dinner

    i glanced up at my mother, her tender hazel eyes staring at me, along with six other pairs of eyes, all mixtures of green and blue and brown.


    my stomach gurgled as I patted my mothers arm, still looking up at her.


    i heard the chorus of stomach rumbles from the children behind me.


    "mother. they need to eat. they''re starving. please. give them some food"This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.


    she sighed and looked towards my gaze, a small tear trailing down her soft and wrinkled cheek.


    "Please, darling. they can wait a little longer."


    I shook my soft hair, and grabbed her hand.


    "you know they are starving."


    she smiled, looked up at the ceiling, saying a faint prayer, and then looked back at me.


    "ok dearest. it must be done."


    "yes. it must."


    I gripped the axe as my mother lay her neck slowly on the table.


    we would be feasting on meat for the next few days...

 the family airloom

    some families had dolls, or pictures, or cabinets, things that people have passed on from generation to generation. they had a certain sentimental value to them and seemed to affect everybody in the household.


    our heirloom... wasn''t like others. it was.... a reminder. a grim note that didn''t have the kind of sentimental value you would think. it didn''t make you smile. in fact, if you read it, you would probably think someone was ... plotting against us. or maybe that someone was just messing with us, and we had made it up.Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.


    no.


    we weren''t making anything up...


    and we had proof too.


    multiple had .... seen him.


    but we never spoke of him.


    that was the rule, at least and rules can be broken.


    but .... when he gave us that singular slip of paper....


    that had all of our dates....


    our death dates....


    we kept our mouths shut....

 which one mommy?

    every night, I had a routine.


    I''d turn off the left light, then turn on the three nightlights in the back, the two in the front, and the two by my bed, and then jump into bed.


    i never strayed away from this routine.


    never.


    it might''ve been a sort of OCD disorder, but I had a reason.If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


    you see, my friend Annie would come to visit me.


    she would stand at the end of my bed, her empty sockets and bony teeth smiling at me.


    and I smiled back.


    her wet blonde hair hung from her hair.


    her blonde hair was just like mine.


    she wore a beautiful dress, all soaked, but still a pretty white gown.


    she liked the lights on the way I did it.


    she said she did the exact thing when she was a kid.


    she had the exact same nightlights too.


    it made her happy.


    even when my mother told me to stop talking, I would take to her.


    to make her happy.


    " Annie! quiet down, honey!"


    ok.


    but which one of me was she talking to?

 the lunch lady

    there had been rumors flying around the school, that really just didn''t make sense. although we hadn''t known miss Elly for long, we knew she was nice. she had bright red hair and always wore pink lipstick. she was in the older ages, but she was just as friendly.


    the rumor was she had put her husband in her stew she had made last week. I guess she added some cyanide to according to other people. i wasn''t there yesterday, but apparently, FBI and officers even showed up, asking for Elly Goldenberg. she was arrested, and charged with murder, for her husband, and over sixty other students. Support the author by searching for the original publication of this novel.


    i didn''t belive a breath of it.


    that is... until I got some leftovers from the day before.


    i was about to ask why... so many people were missing when I heard a small plop of something floating to the surface of my stew...


    i looked down....


    and a hazel eye looked back

 our moons

    two glowing neon figures stayed afloat above the milky way, peering through the stars, and moving around the planets with their bright inhumane hands, sorting out the comment s as they spoke in low mumbles.


    " the beings are still working I see?"


    "yes, I believe so. although they have a made quote on quote "new discovery"."This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.


    "so they''ve finally found their "moon"?"


    "indeed."


    the loomed over the earth, circling it, looking through the lives of the people.


    "so, when is the "moon" going to be set into plan?"


    "we believe in twenty or so years it shall collide."


    "ahh. waiting is our only option?"


    " yes."


    so the two figures, glowing brightly, hovering above the living blue planet, as they wait for their giant grey bomb to finally blow, and wipe away the infestation that had grown onto the earth