This story other like any other story that I may post, is not scary, I might edit it to be kinda but this is just a story.anyway let's get this started,Once upon a time there was a little boy about 4-5 years old. he loved to go in the trunk of the car, of course it was one of those big cars that you can see the trunk from the backseat, and one day he slept there after a LONG day and woke up to find himself still inside the trunk, and looking outside  the window, he found that it was daytime, and not sunset like the time he slept, and after thinking about it for a bit he thought "they forgot about me..." the poor boy tried to open the backseat door with tears in his eyes,but it wouldn't open. he lay down and saw his life flash before his eyes, then he remembered what his hockey coach had said "never give up whatever happens you got that? now get up and be a man" and he said to himself "I won't coach!" and so he tried opening all the doors and the last door he tried was the driver's door and it opened! the boy went sprinting out to his house, ordered the elevator and patiently waited for it to go down and when it arrived he went inside it tried jumping up to number five,  his floor, but he couldn't reach it, thinking it's no use, he sat down and looked around, left right... and he saw the stairs, quickly going up to his floor, but in the middle of the road, he heard a sound, remembering all the things his mother told him about the stairs, he got scared. The sound was getting closer, closer, closer, and as he hid behind the plant, the guy went down the stairs, and with his heart in his throat, he went up to floor 5 jumped up and pressed the doorbell, and his mom's sound came and said "who is it?" and he said his name she opened and scooped him up in her arms where have you bean all this time? and he told her the whole story, this story took me 10 mins to make, because that little boy was me.