8:30 pm Put the kiddo to bed about a half hour ago, typical night at our house. The wife just got out of the shower and is getting ready for bed. I go into the bathroom and hug her from behind and tell her I love her. We share an intimate kiss, and suddenly our attention is turned to the silly toddler giggle coming from our son charlies room. We walk over to his room and see him sticking his hand under the door like he sometimes does during the day as his own way of playing hide and seek. I kiss my wife and tell her Ill put him back to bed and she should finish up in the bathroom. She goes away and as I reach for his door, he quickly pulls his hand away from the door and his giggle disturbingly changes quickly to a sad sob. I hear a fast paced pitter patter of toddler feet running back to his bed. I open the door, concerned. Charlie? I question softly. No response. I walk over to his bed to find him seemingly fast asleep. I place my hand on him and to my surprise feel an oddly warm liquid on him. I held my hand into the faint light to catch a glimpse of what I assume is Probly just urine as he sometimes wets the bed. I catch a glare of a red substance and I realize its blood and Charlie isnt breathing. Suddenly the quick pitter patter of toddler feet is behind me as the door slams shut, locking me inside. Theres a scream from the bathroom then a disgusting squish of what I can only assume is my wifes guts spilling onto the floor. I hear the twisted toddler giggle again. As it giggles more and more, it gradually deepens into a satanic hysterical laugh. Now instead of toddler feet, I hear loud thuds of foot steps coming towards the door. As I back up away from the door, I hear a loud bang. The door splinters, allowing a small Ray of light in, shining on my sons lifeless bloody body. The satanic laughter stops. I sit here alone in my sons room, too scared to go near the door. 11:30 Its been over an hour since the last satanic laugh. I can hear sirens in the distance. Assuming my neighbor heard the screams and called the police, I actually feel glad to have escaped whatever murdered my family. As the police knock on the door and threaten to break it down, I hear the satanic laugh one last time. Right behind me. I feel the warm breath on the back of my neck, and the deep growl.... ~JessieMonster~
Posted on: Thu, 07 Aug 2014 03:23:55 +0000
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