"Mama? Can you read me a story tonight?" A little boy sat up on his bed.

"Of course, Ken. What would you like me to read today?"

"Uhm…" The little boy, Ken turned towards a shelf and pulled out a dusty old book.

"Mama talked about vampires, werewolves and Frankenstein's monster so… Mama will read this today!" he showed the book to his beloved mother.

The book was covered in dust, and the yellowed pages were speckled with dried red dots.

Perhaps it was red ink? She thought.

The book was entitled 'Ghouls'.

"Okay, Ken. Are you ready?" She glanced over to her boy, tucked comfortably between the blue sheets and the soft mattress.

"Let's start…" she began flipping the pages.

"Once upon a time, in an old village far away, there lived a boy…"


"The end."

"Ken?" She closed the book, satisfied with reading to her child.

"… Ken?" Her little boy didn't go to sleep.

He sat up, his back towards her.

"Are you alright, Ken?"

"Mama."

"Yes, Ken?"

"Read it again…" Ken's head twisted abnormally towards his mother.

"Ken…?" This time, a little afraid, she spoke out.

"Mama…"

Her little boy was smiling…

His irises black, his pupils red. His face was covered in blood.

He was chewing something…

She glanced over at little Ken's left arm.

It was gone.

Missing, ripped away.

The bed was pooling with blood.

The little gap between Ken's neat rows of teeth were little pieces of skin, of flesh, of blood vessels…

This wasn't her boy… What's going on?

"Ken…?" She started to shift her chair against the wall, her palms matted with cold sweat.

"Ken?!" This was but a dream, wasn't it? Her little boy was never like that.

"Mama…" He smiled, his pearly white teeth now drenched in gore. He liked it. He liked flesh and blood. His smile was inhuman, his cheeks were starting to tear from his smile.

"I said…" From the corners of her eyes, she noticed the book she had read.

"Read it again…" Ken shouted, pouncing at his mother.

Her eyes were lost…

The book…

It was gone.


Well, i'm sorry but i will not continue this story. i personally feel like i'm writing for a scene in The Conjuring (hahahahahahahahaha i wish.) but tell me if you like this kind of stories, and i'll write more. is this story bad, i wonder? perhaps... perhaps... i did not write the rest of the ''storybook'' onto the internet. but if you want, i'll write the storybook. DON'T LET YOUR KIDS READ THIS MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAH.

bye.