Category Archives: Short Story of Childhood

The Horror of My Night

A book named “the classic horror tales for children” lies on my desk, next to my bed. Mom must bought it today. She always put some new books next to my bed so I could easy to read before I sleep. … Continue reading

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“What’s that, Mom?”

As I child, I asked my mom everything. I imagined, maybe the floors and the walls are filled by small micro-organisms, it made me put a little bit more concern when touching the wall and kind of afraid feeling. Imagining plenty … Continue reading

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