"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. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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