Scary Sunday

First Scary Sunday

So for Scary Sunday I will be telling a scary story or giving scary facts but today will be a story. *These are stories that I have heard, they may be true and I will recount them to the best of my ability.*

It was a bad night, my wife and I had been fighting about how our house is so much smaller than our friends home’s. I decided I didn’t want to spend the night at my home so I went over to my buddies. He said I could spend as much time as I need at his home. He was one of my friends that had a large home. Over some beer he told me he had three guest rooms but only ever used one and his room was right across the hall. After a few beers we went to bed.

I couldn’t fall asleep, too much was going through my head and there was this noise on the other side of the door. I couldn’t take it anymore so I got up and tried the door in the hall, it was locked. I went to his room and saw he was asleep but I woke him up and asked him why the door was locked, he said it was where he kept valuable stuff. I told him that I heard a noise and he said if I hear it again I should wake him and we’d check it out. I thought that was reasonable so I went back to bed. I heard shuffling around and what seemed to be a voice up against the wall. I went to his room again and said I heard something again. He got his keys and went to the room next to mine, he unlocked it and entered the room. The bed had marks on it that showed someone had been sleeping there, we where hit by a breeze and saw the window was open. We looked around, there were bags in the closet and his valuables were gone. He got this terrified expression on his face and rushed to the hall, I was confused but caught on to what he was doing and followed, I got in the hall and he opened the door, as he opened the door we saw a dark figure hop from the window sill to the patio roof. He was about to jump out but I stopped him and we ran out the back door. The figures were no where to be seen.

Upon closer inspection he saw the bed was covered in drops of blood and his meat cleaver was on the ground soaked in blood. While we were having beer he was talking about how food goes so fast and yet he was so skinny. It all made sense now, he guessed that they had been homeless drug addicts staying there for a week or more. As far as we know they were never caught.

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