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here lived mum and two children. But once mum has returned from work with a red stain on the person. Every day this stain grew more and more, has occupied all person, and mum has died. Before death she ordered children for what not to go at night on a cemetery. Next day at night the boy has heard a voice. He ordered to rise, put on and go to the boy on a cemetery. The boy has gone and was gone. For it searched, but have not found. Then the same voice has heard at night and the girl. It has risen, has put on and has gone on a cemetery. There to it towards there was a woman in a white dress and with a red face. It was mum of the girl. She has stretched hands and wanted to seize the girl, but that has seen that the person of mum is a red leather mask. It has seized it and has broken from the person. The mask in her hands has cried and was scattered, and mum has thanked the daughter that it has released it and has gone to the tomb, and the girl has come back home.

I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, Daddy, check for monsters under my bed. I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, Daddy, theres somebody on my bed.Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bars music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasnt in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friends phone to call mine. After two rings someone answered, gave out a low raspy giggle and hung up. They didnt answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause and headed home. I found my phone laying on my nightstand, right where I left it.Dont be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet, but never look up, she hates being seen.Little Emily vanished last year. Now theyre pouring new sidewalks in my neighborhood, and Ive found her name in the wet cement, written in remembrance. But it was written in reverse. And from below.I dont know why I looked up, but when I did I saw him there. He stood against my window. His forehead rested against the glass, and his eyes were still and light and he smiled a lipstick-red, cartoonish grin. And he just stood there in the window. My wife was upstairs sleeping, my son was in his crib and I couldnt move. I froze and watched him looking past me through the glass. Oh, please no. His smile never moved but he put a хэнд up and slid it down the glass, watching me. With matted hair and yellow skin and face through the window. I couldnt do anything. I just stayed there, frozen, feet still in the bushes I was pruning, looking into my home. He stood against my window.There's nothing like the laughter of a baby. Unless it's 3am. And you live alone.The deepest point of the ocean bed is 10,916 metres beneath the surface. According to our equipment, we should have reached it three kilometers ago.I woke up to hear strange knocking on glass. At first I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.My daughter wont stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and beg her to stop, but it doesnt help.I cant sleep, she whispered, crawling into bed next to me. I woke up shivering and clutching the dress she was buried in.Welcome to your new house, said the agent as he left, handing me the keys. As I turned to close the door, I heard a child laugh and say, Welcome indeed.He took the little girl with the promise of sweets. They found the body a few days later, ripped to shreds, but they never found his head.