The Story of You

The story of you
This is the story of you.

i know what your thinking: "a story about me, so cliche" but no its not about you, just about you. not you as in the person who's reading or listening to this, but just about you. you was a little boy and liked to collect sticks that looked scary in any way. One day he found a gigantic stick with a scary face on it next to a big stone covered with leafs and vines, so you picked the stick up and brought it home, you knew thats his parents didnt want a stick in the house so he sneaked intro his room and put it under the bed. that night you didnt get much sleep, he heard noises that sounded like... wispers. that morning you woke up with a cut in  his left leg and you was sure he didnt have that yesterday, but you didnt remember anything from last night so he thought he had cut himself with the branch. the following night the same thing happened, but the wispers were lourder but still not loud enough to hear what they say, and when you woke up he had a cut at his other leg. you had the idea to place a camera so he could see what happened. the following morning you wanted to check out the footage of last night, but there was no footage to be seen. you asked his parents if they turned of the camera and deleted the footage but they said they didnt even know that he took a camera to his room. that night you wanted to stay up to see what happened at night. 23:57: a fog spread across the room 23:58: the wispering starts 23:59 a sound of sqeaking can be heard. at 00:00 something came out of under the bed, it was the stick, but it had arms and legs and rotten skin all over it, the smell of rottened eggs spread across the room. when you looked at the creature he saw it had bloodshot eyes with some places where there just was nothing. you tried to scream but just a soft sqeak came out. the creature looked at you when he tried to hide under the bed. the creature laughed like thunder that strook. you tried to call for help but it didnt work. you waited until it got quiet and looked at the clock, it was 01:00. you didnt sleep that night and the following morning you told his parents what happened and they asked where he found the stick. you brought them to the place where he found the stick and all the color vanished out of the faces of the parents. they told you to throw away the stick. when you asked them why they said '10 years ago, a little boy died from getting a stick on his head, they say that the stick is possesed by the spirit of the boy.' you forgot the events fastly and never took a stick home ever after.