Believe it or not, I am a skeptic. Cringing at the noise, he crept slowly across the room and down the stairs to investigate. As Tom approached the shadow, he hesitated for a moment, and then stepped into its darkness. We will walk through this together.”, “I was nine,” said Tom quietly, looking down at the floor between his hands. Could it still hear the echoes of that peace as it resonated in the work of his own hands this very day? You can read more about it and change your preferences, Get the best of Bored Panda in your inbox. “My deepest regrets, Tom,” said William. I looked for a way to get to her, but the fire had caught on the hay and blocked my way up. One day, as he was grinding the last store of winter wheat into flour when there came a knock at the door. It was my brother. It’s for this reason that in reading dozens and dozens of scary short stories, old and new-ish alike, I quickly realized I was far more drawn to the former. This was our second house in we had in Ohio, the first house was about to streets over from our second house. Tom’s face froze as hard as the snow-covered ground outside. You’re friendly but distant. He’d like that. She makes this insane sound. The seeds of the story were carefully planted and when the reveal finally does happen, everyone realizes they should’ve seen it … “Get out. She’s in here’ and I pulled the covers up to my neck and just looked at my mom terrified. So then I started to pay really close attention to it. He pulled his hand up to his face and scratched his chin. To this day, I like to think that Buster just wanted to say goodbye and thank me for trying to love him in the only way a child knew how.” –gutenmorgenbaltimore. Realizing what he had seen, he began to tremble. I think it went on for a couple of years and we learnt just to kind of live with it as it wasn’t every day. Frozen like his spirit so many years ago. As Tom turned his attention back to the locket, he began to change; the age began to melt away from his hands, the wall around his spirit began to crumble, and his grief began to fade. After that, there’s only darkness.” Slowly, Tom turned his eyes to look at Lynn for the first time since he had begun his confession. It was just me and my cousin… definitely freaked me out and I rarely ever go visit my aunt anymore. Learn more about working with Thought Catalog. My light turned green I glanced both ways waited the appropriate second and stepped on the gas pedal… It would not move. More fiction writing may be a ways yet in my future, but I appreciate the compliment! The office frustrations of an unassuming middle-aged man quickly spiral out of control in this tale by the author who brought us the deceptive story "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.". I get up from my computer to see her standing in the doorway facing out, her back to me. We're asking people to rethink comments that seem similar to others that have been reported or downvoted, By using our services you agree to our use of cookies to improve your visit. What else does a person need?”, “How about paints? That’s when I freaked out and ran the half mile up to the office. After all, he had spent a lifetime learning to ignore what he really felt. He lay down by my head and let me pet him until I fell asleep. Furious. The Literary Master’s Circle had gathered once again in Tom’s attic for its regular meeting—every third day, without fail. Opening them, he returned to the safety of life as it was: a shuttered room where the light from a dingy lamp in the corner shed an off-yellow glow that cast a reassuring flatness across the room. That’s no problem.” Lynn glanced around the room trying to grasp at something to say, “I noticed,” she cleared her throat, “the last time I was here that you have a lot of books—and they are in exceptional condition given how old they are.”, “Thank you,” said Tom. One night, we ran out of ice-cream upstairs and my mom told me to go get some from the downstairs freezer, so I took the keys to the 7th floor’s apartment and since it was dinner time, no one was there. That there had been an accident and they needed help. Centered on the oval table around which they gathered lay an old copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. Even though I can’t explain it, I’m convinced something bad would have happened to me that night if I had ignored that feeling and gone anyway.” — vivian_lake. “How could you know that? Always avoided coming for birthdays etc. Now, there’s nothing scary about that movie, but if it were to happen in real life, there isn’t a person on earth who wouldn’t be afraid. I called her apartment land line and was told the people who had lived there had moved out (she had 3 roommates) and didn’t leave a number as to where they went.