A short horror story from the Five Demons Collection
Sitting on the sofa, I watched my parents get ready to leave. I knew they were just going to the store, but I still hated it. Being home alone wasn’t something I was comfortable with. The house always seemed to be louder when everyone left, and much more ominous. Every sound was the creak of a person or thing lurking about. Every groan from the pipes were demon moans.