surprisingly scary short stories

The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window. I live on the 13th floor.

I cant sleep she whispered, crawling into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.

I begin tucking her into bed and she tells me, Daddy check for monsters under my bed. I look underneath for her amusement and see her, another her, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, Daddy theres somebody on my bed.

The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 1:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 1:06, I heard my closet door creak open.

There was a picture in my phone of me sleeping but I live alone.

She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasnt.

My wife woke me up last night to tell me there was an intruder in our house. She was murdered by an intruder 2 years ago.

She went upstairs to check on her sleeping toddler. The window was open and the bed was empty.

I put my hand on the wall to guide my way in the dark. Then I felt a heartbeat.

I cant move, breathe, speak or hear and its so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.