Scary Childhood Story
I’m new here, and I’ve always been intrigued by scary stories. When I saw that members could share their own experiences, I thought I’d write about a childhood memory that still gives me chills.
Back when I was a kid, my little brother and I were playing hide-and-seek. I wanted my little sister to join us, but she didn’t want to play since she was eating, and it was already bedtime. My little brother, though, begged me for one last round before we had to sleep. I agreed, it would help tire me out anyway.
I was the seeker, so I counted from one to ten. As I was counting, I heard my little brother scurry off into another room. Keep in mind, that room was just a storage space for our snacks, basically a pantry. After finishing my count, I started searching for him, checking each room one by one. Then, in my peripheral vision, I saw him.
I reached out to grab him, but my hand didn’t make contact. That was strange because, as a kid, I had a pretty good reach. I saw him dart into a corner near the doorframe. Mind you there was a cabinet in that spot, so to hide properly, he would’ve had to squeeze beside it. But when I looked, he wasn’t there.
I felt chills run down my spine. Something was off, i thought to myself. Without wasting a second, I ran outside to find my parents and asked where my little brother was hiding. They didn’t think much of my question and casually told me, “He’s already asleep.”
My heart skipped a beat. If my brother was in bed… then who—or what—did I just see?
To this day, I still wonder about that night. I’ve even asked my brother about it, but he has no memory of playing hide-and-seek that evening. Even now, just thinking about it gives me goosebumps.
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