I used to hear scary noises at night as a child. : Scary Stories – Short Horror Story

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It was never any sort of late night “hearing things” noise, it was more of a targeted noise, one i could hear as if it was targeted to me personally. It would start with what sounded like a man, asking me about my day, where i was, what i was doing, and then he would ask me to leave my bedroom, or open my front door. One night he sounded much more aggressive, as if he was demanding i opened the door, i was a soft child, one that could be easily pressured as i walked out of my bedroom crying with my hand on the door hinge. As i opened the door i glanced at my right to see my cochlear resting on the coffee table.

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