3 A.M.

3:00 A.M. :

My name is Eric. I’ve had a multitude of nightmares since my early teens. Now I’m 16 years old and things, well haven’t changed…

3:05 A.M. :

“Aaaagggghhhhhg!!!”

The loudest shriek I had ever heard in my entire life just came from literally nowhere. I had no idea what to do. I was more confused than scared. My room was an unexplainable amount of darkness at the time. A strange hooded figure with nothing but glowing red eyes under the cloak appeared. This “thing’s” words will forever haunt me. “Eric, I have come for you. Your life, family’s and friend’s are now all mine!”

3:20 A.M. :

Every light in the house came on. What the f**k just happened.

3:36 A.M. :

I am so f*****g terrified. Now there is this giant mannequin in my room. Scary part is, it’s literally hovering over my bed just staring at me with blank eyes and an expressionless look on it or whatever it is, it’s face. I can’t do this anymore, I need dawn to come and fast…

3:59 A.M. :

“Dawn is approaching. Eric and the rest of the Jones family all are gone. Long gone. Remember, don’t ever disturb the demons during the Witching Hour.”

4:00 A.M. :




-Eric?
-Eric?!?!
-Where the hell are you?!?

4:05 A.M. :

R.I.P.
Eric Jones
Loving Son
04/11/1999-04/11/2018

  • Nash Daniel

    If he died then how does anybody know this

    • Daniel Di Benedetto

      So true lol

  • Puddin Tane

    Just one question. Why do all you writers find it necessary to use the “f” bomb in excess when writing??? I find it so annoying and sooo unnecessary. It ruins the story before it even has a chance. 2 stars, just for the excessive use of the “f” bomb. And I never made it half way through.

  • Nash Daniel

    Obviously this is your first story cuz you can’t take criticism