Margaret
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Margaret
When I was little, I had an imaginary friend named Margaret.
She wasn’t like the others—she didn’t have that hazy, make-believe quality that faded when adults walked into the room. She was real to me. More real than she should have been.
Margaret was beautiful, with long dark brown hair and deep, knowing eyes. She always wore the same blue dress, covered in tiny flowers. We spent hours together, mostly sitting on the stairs, whispering and laughing.
But there was one thing that always unsettled my parents.
I would never let anyone step on the stairs without warning them first.
"Watch out!" I’d cry, throwing my arms out to stop them. "You'll step on Margaret! You'll hurt her!"
My parents humored me at first, stepping carefully, pretending to avoid the invisible girl. But sometimes, I saw the way my mother’s expression would shift, her smile faltering—especially when I spoke about Margaret’s strange promise.
"I won’t be here forever," Margaret told me one day, her voice soft and certain. "But don’t worry. You’ll see me again. In 14 years, I’ll be born."
I didn’t understand what she meant. I was only a child.
Margaret appeared less and less as I got older, until eventually, she disappeared altogether. My mother told me I just "grew out of it," that I stopped mentioning her around the age of five. I don’t remember letting go. I don’t remember choosing to forget her.
Years passed. Decades.
Then, in my early 30s, I met a woman at work. She was warm, kind—there was something eerily familiar about her from the very start.
Her name was Maggie. Short for Margaret.
We became close friends, almost immediately. It felt like we had known each other forever, like there was some invisible thread pulling us together. One day, in passing, she mentioned she was exactly 13 years younger than me.
That night, as I lay in bed, a memory surfaced—Margaret’s voice, whispering in my ear all those years ago:
"You’ll see me again… in 14 years."
My heart pounded. It wasn’t an exact match, but the difference was barely a year. A single year.
Could it be possible?
Had I met Maggie before she was even born? Had I known her as a child, when she was nothing more than a whisper waiting to exist?
To this day, I have never told her about Margaret.
But sometimes, when I see her out of the corner of my eye, I swear I can almost picture that pretty blue dress, covered in tiny flowers.
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not my story, but my girlfriend's.
- Classical house party, but just kinda friends. Classic drinkin and smokin' just totally vibin'
- one of the girls brought a Ouija board, and took her friends upstairs to play with it
- party continues, kinda winding down a little but people are still having fun
- girlfriend has a "you're gonna need this" superpower, where she'll see an innocuous object and get the intuitive message "You're gonna need this", and when she doesn't bad things happen where that thing would have come in useful.
- before the party they visit Michael's or some shit like that, and she walks by the candles and sage and something else. She buys that.
- all of a sudden screaming, from upstairs. Like blood-curdling.
- Hope begins the cleansing ritual.
- girlfriend & co. check upstairs but the door is locked from the inside.
- door eventually opens and one of the girls walks out kinda looking calm and sinister.
- one of the girls is agains the wall, sitting, as if she had been beaten badly. The other girl is standing in shock. There was a piece of *heavy* furniture moved across the room, that no girl could have moved by herself.
- sinister girl walks down the stairs through the hallway and faces by girlfriend.
- Blows out the candle
- My girlfriend, without breaking eye contact, relights it.
and that's when she blacked out.
- woke up on the couch in the morning feeling fine.
I think you're on to something here,Mark, scary stories are a Winner for the writers and the readers. Let me be the first to Congratulate you, and will reStack ASAP 💥 💯👍