My parents are hesitant now, using “last chances” sparingly. The neighbourhood cats with gouged out eyes showing up in his toy chest, my dad’s razors found dropped on the baby slide in the park across the street, mom’s vitamins replaced by bits of dishwasher tablets. Every time without fail, it all starts again. Charlie has been back home several times, each shorter in duration than the last. I always beg for them to give him one last chance. When I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering his confine to a dark room in an institution. That I am lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like undammed rivers. My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is.
I hate it when my brother Charlie has to go away. ‘I hate it when my brother Charlie has to go away’ by horrorinpureform
I overhead one tech say “yup, it’s human.” Human? What’s human? “Ma’am, where is the material you removed from the walls already? This isn’t wallpaper you were removing.” 2. We notified the police who naturally sent out the crime scene team. Sure enough each name was for a missing person with dates to match. Curiosity got the best of me one night when I Googled one of the names and discovered the person was actually a missing person, the missing date matching the date under the wallpaper! The next day, I made a list of all the names and dates. I don’t know about you but I kinda make a game of peeling, on the hunt for the longest piece before it rips.Under a corner section of paper in every room is a person’s name and a date. The best feeling is getting a long peel, similar to your skin when you’re peeling from a sunburn. The previous owner papered EVERY wall and CEILING! Removing it is brutal, but oddly satisfying. He’s in charge of the “new” construction – converting the kitchen in to the master bedroom for instance, while I’m on wallpaper removal duty. We bought an old house, my boyfriend and I. If you’re looking forward to a night of sleeplessness, read on. In our quest for the bizarre and the twisted, we stumbled upon a scary short stories on Reddit and we knew that we had to share it with our readers.
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