My mom was acting stranger everyday. She was secretive, distant, and had a funky smell that never left. I started to hear her voice in my dreams.
“Sss, I’m coming! Sss.. Watch out!”
I woke up, and looked around my dark room, but there was nothing to be seen; so I went back to bed. The next morning my mom was acting strange. I decided to give her space so I went outside to play. When I opened the door I walked into a giant spider web and tripped. As I fell, I heard crack, crack, crack. I looked down at the ground and saw a smashed egg, my yard was filled with them. I went inside and decided it would be best to tell Mom.
“Our yard is filled with eggs! I accidentally broke some, and there was a giant spider web on the door!”
“You did what? Go to your room, now!”
That night I heard the voice again, “My babies! You took them… sss!”
I woke up, but nothing was there, again. The next day mom was in the kitchen and dad had already left for work.
“How did you sleep?”
“Fine,” I said.
I swear the voice is hers, so I did not say anything. Tomorrow will be my birthday, and I will celebrate by finding out what is wrong with my mother.
“What are our plans for my birthday?” I asked
“I’m not sure, why?”
“Just wondering,” I said shortly. I continued by making my way to the door, this time I checked for the spider web.
“Mom look! Another spider web!” she turned around quickly and snapped.
“Sss.. Stay away from, sss… That… sss.” I noticed that her eyes were red.
“Mom, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Her eyes returned to their normal bright green,
“Yes, I’m fine, go to your room.”
I was not asleep yet when I heard the voice,“Sss… I know you know!”
“What? Who are you?” My lights turned on, my mother stood at the bottom of my bed, her eyes blood red and her body swaying like a mirage.
“Dad!” I screamed
“Don’t bother, I already killed him, you’re next!”
“No, you don’t have to do this!” Just then a snake’s body with a spider’s head came slithering out of her ear. My mom’s body went limp and she fell to the ground.
“What did you do to her?”
“I made a home in her brain and now she is dead!”
“What?”
“Your mother was a victim… sss… She had… sss.. No control over any of it… sss!”
“Stop don’t come any closer!”
SSSS!
To Mr. Dugan’s class: I am enjoying your scary stories! I enjoyed being in your classroom in September, and will try to keep following your blog.
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