Spooky Stories

Puck had been begging for spooky stories all week, stories from my childhood that creeped him out. Eventually, I ran out of tales to tell. By Thursday night at the dinner table, Puck turned to other sources.

“Dad! Do you have any scary stories from when you were a kid?”

“Sure I do. One day, I came home and…”

Puck could sense a flop when he heard it coming. “Uh, Dad? I think I’ll just have Mom tell her scary stories again instead.”

“But wait,” Oxbear cut back in. “Listen. It’s so scary. One day, I came home, and… there was NO FOOD IN THE HOUSE!”

Puck just dropped his head into his hand, and laughed.