"I started sleeping with the flashlight next to my pillow where no one could touch it without me, hopefully, noticing. I liked the comfort of having it within reach. Especially when a chorus of scrapes woke me up a week later. It sounded like a dog scrambling across slick ice—chaotic and desperate. The noises ended with a solid thud. I grabbed the flashlight, not even realizing it had been turned off again, and flashed it around." https://anchor.fm/thewarningwoods/support www.patreon.com/thewarningwoods www.instagram.com/thewarningwoods Copyright 2022 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories Subscribe for more creepy horror stories! Scary stories are released every Thursday at midnight CST.
"I started sleeping with the flashlight next to my pillow where no one could touch it without me, hopefully, noticing. I liked the comfort of having it within reach. Especially when a chorus of scrapes woke me up a week later. It sounded like a dog scrambling across slick ice—chaotic and desperate. The noises ended with a solid thud. I grabbed the flashlight, not even realizing it had been turned off again, and flashed it around."
Copyright 2022 Miles Tritle | The Warning Woods Horror Stories
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