Scary Story, Horror Story, True Story, Ghost Story True Story, Ghost Story
Sep 29, 2026 · 23 min · 14 segments
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I had told her I was going to a costume party and she had agreed.
Later that day, the sky turned dark and it started getting stormy.
I went back to my mother, but to my surprise, she changed her mind.
I felt bad and I still couldn't handle that she still treats me like a baby.
I will be 18 in a few months, and my mother still treats me like I'm an eight-year-old.
I stormed to my room to text my best friend, Cheryl.
I told her not to bother picking me up and that my mom wouldn't let me go to the party.
Cheryl was a party freak, so she advised me to sneak out later and texted me the party's address.
I thought about it for a while, but ended up agreeing to Cheryl's advice.
I knew I had to make my mom stay out of my room, so I wore my pink nightgown and pretended to be asleep.
My mother came into my room and found me sleeping.
She patted me on the head and said some prayers as she wished me a good night, turned off my room light and shut the door behind her.
I sneaked out.
On my way to the address, there was a nice and classy restaurant but it wasn't a party, I thought to myself.
There was not many people there.
I sat down in front of a couple.
A waiter approached to take my order.
He was tall and handsome.
I smiled as bright as possible and I asked him about the costume party.
I showed him the address Cheryl had sent me and he told me I wasn't at the right address.
I had told her I was going to a costume party and she had agreed.
Later that day, the sky turned dark and it started getting stormy.
I went back to my mother, but to my surprise, she changed her mind.
I felt bad and I still couldn't handle that she still treats me like a baby.
I will be 18 in a few months, and my mother still treats me like I'm an eight-year-old.
I stormed to my room to text my best friend, Cheryl.
I told her not to bother picking me up and that my mom wouldn't let me go to the party.
Cheryl was a party freak, so she advised me to sneak out later and texted me the party's address.
I thought about it for a while, but ended up agreeing to Cheryl's advice.
I knew I had to make my mom stay out of my room, so I wore my pink nightgown and pretended to be asleep.
My mother came into my room and found me sleeping.
She patted me on the head and said some prayers as she wished me a good night, turned off my room light and shut the door behind her.
I sneaked out.
On my way to the address, there was a nice and classy restaurant but it wasn't a party, I thought to myself.
There was not many people there.
I sat down in front of a couple.
A waiter approached to take my order.
He was tall and handsome.
I smiled as bright as possible and I asked him about the costume party.
I showed him the address Cheryl had sent me and he told me I wasn't at the right address.
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