Story 1)

Molly was an only child. She lived with her mother and a pet dog Max. They all lived happily together in an upscale New York apartment, where crime was rare. Sixteen year old Molly felt safe there, until one night that sent chills up her spine and would cost her, her life!

One night her mother went to a dinner party with one of her close friends. Molly was used to being home alone and didn't mind being left by herself at all. Lately however the police had been catching creeps stealing on their block." Are you sure you're going to be ok here. I mean I can stay if you want." said her mom.
"Mom, go ahead, I'm going to be ok. I've stayed home plenty of times by myself." said Molly. " Ok. I'll be back at one. Love you!"
"Bye." said Molly.
About an hour after her mom left she called her friends, and they talked about how school was going. They had just taken a big math test and had done well.
"I'm just glad I don't have to miss my sleep anymore." said Molly laughing.

After hanging the phone up she heard a noise outside the front door. As she got closer the noise got louder. Finally she built up the nerve to swing the door open. There sitting on the stoop was a box addressed to Molly Johnson.

While sipping her hot coffee on the couch and wrapped in a blanket, she opened the box and saw that it contained a puzzle.

It didn't take long for her to put it together. But when she had finished she was speechless. Being just a little drowsy, she hadn't paid any attention to the picture at first. Then as she looked closely she realized that it was a picture of herself. It was a picture of herself sitting on her couch looking at a puzzle. Now what made chills go down her spine wasn't the fact that it was a picture of her that very moment. Rather it was the fact that there was also a man standing behind her with a gun in the picture.
"aghaghaghaghaghagh"Screaming she then woke up.

It was only a dream as she had fallen asleep on the couch. Crying and scared to death, she called her mom's cell. Molly insisted that her mom not come home because of a bad dream and that she just wanted to talk. Then Molly heard a noise at the door. She ran to the door and there sitting on the stoop was another box addressed to Molly Johnson.
I guess you know what happens next!!!!!!!!!!

Scary Story 2)
My friend and I were at my house on Halloween night. Out parents w