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Scary Story: "I've Always Been Afraid of My Little Sister..."

Karina White | October 08 2018

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Scary Story: "I've Always Been Afraid of My Little Sister..."

By Christian Stastny


I’ve always been afraid of my little sister. I know that sounds like I must be a pussy. Jackie is five years younger and she’s always been an introvert, but she sees things. Even now at seventeen she is still tied to mom’s apron strings, never leaves the house and still sees things.


Everyone thinks she’s special. She’s always told crazy stories and when we were younger she sometimes got me in trouble by telling our parents the most bizarre things about what she saw. She lied a lot. I was always innocent and she had to try and drag me into it.


Dad told me one day that she’d told him about an evil spirit in her room. Jackie would come down for breakfast in the morning with scratches on her back and face. She’d murmur to herself and we could hear things like, “Nasty demon.” Mom was upset and took her to doctors who said that she was doing it to herself and was showing signs of schizophrenia.


One time, Dad found bird beaks that were still dripping blood – scattered and left in strange places around the house. They were stuffed under cushions, inside coffee cups and poking out of the air vents. He followed the trail of tiny feathers and drops of blood all the way back to Jackie’s room. He went nuts that day.


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