I can hear them. I don’t know who it is, but I can hear them giggling. Whatever is hiding above my bed knows I’m here. I just know it. “Don’t look up.” I whispered, “Don’t ever look at the roof.” Mama told me when I was little that it was dangerous to look at the roof. She won’t tell me why though. “Hehehe” Another giggle! I can’t take it anymore! I opened my eyes, my jaw dropping as I stared at the monster above me. “It’s… it’s a child!”
Authors Note-
Sorry, I’ve never written horror before, but this looked fun so I made an attempt!
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