It was a new home on the outskirts of san antonio, Texas. My mom, my sister, my dad, and I had just moved in. It was a old little thing with five acres in a rural town. Anyways, it was the first month and my mom kept telling us not to get up and run around the house at night. At this time, we were quite young, I was possibly eight, she just a few years older than I, and we figured she was just laying some basic ground rules. Well, one morning she got especially mad, and told us to stop playing tricks on her at night and to obey our curfew. Confused, we asked her what she meant. She told us that it wasn’t nice to run around at night, giggling, and wake her up just to run back in bed and pretend we were asleep. I know for certain we had done no such thing, as at the time, we shared a bedroom. We had heard nothing of the sort and kept telling her she was mistaken. It was not until another month had passed that someone in a local bar let slip a girl had died there. Then the giggling and footsteps stopped. Strange.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: 8/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.