Short stories.

It was around midnight and Frank was home alone, watching a horrormovie in his room. Four teenagers at a sleepover. Suddenly all the lights went out... Just when it got scary the electricity went out. 'Fuck, not again.' Frank whispered. He looked for his phone an turned on the pocked light he had installed on it. 'Candles, wher does my mom keep the candles?' he asked to himself. 'Downstairs in the kitchen.'
Slowly, using his phone to see where he was going, he walked down the stairs to the first floor, almost tripping over an empty soap bottle. 'Why does no one ever clean? Goddamnit.' He basicly fell off the stairs to the ground floor, falling over his own feet. 'God Fucking Damn It.' he said rubbing his head. He went to the kitchen and found the candles. Just when he was about to lit one he heard a strange noise coming out the livingroom, it sounded like something falling on the floor and breaking glass. Frank quickly lit the candle and made his way to the livingroom, and there was a broken vase on the ground, the flowers laying in the broken glass. 'What the...'
More noises, coming from upstairs. 'What is going on?' He went upstairs to check if everything was alright. Everything was, until he got to the bathroom. The mirror was broken glass covering the floor. He heard more noises coming from his parents' bedroom. His mother's jewelry box was on the floor, jewelry all over the floor.
He felt a cold breeze and his candle went out and saw an open window, the full moon shining through, making creepy shadows on the wall. He closed the window and tried to lit his candle again. Pssssss! the candle was lit. But there was a face covered in blood inches away from Frank's. For a moment it felt like he couldn't move. But when the face opened it's mouth Frank ran, to his room and locked it. He stared at the door, afraid that it would somehow dissapear. 'You're safe, Frank, you're safe.' he whispered to calm himself down.

'No you're not...'

He turned around and felt a sharp pain in his stomach. The face dissapeared, leaving the knife in Frank's stomach...

Frank woke up covered in sweat. It was just a dream. He pulled the covers off of himself and looked at his stomach. It was covered in blood, a knife sticking out of it. He heard the sound of breaking glass in the bathroom...

It wasn't just a dream....

Notes

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