I always thought that this was one of the best “creepypastas” I had ever read – short and unnerving, as good as any short horror or scary story ought to be! Enjoy!
THE BAD DREAM
“Daddy, I had a bad dream.”
You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness—it’s 3:32. “Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?”
The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter’s pale form in the darkness of your room. “Why not, sweetie?”
“Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy’s skin sat up.”
For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can’t take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.