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Author<\/h2>\nMichael T. Guidry<\/p>\n
Michael T. Guidry is a young college student and author dedicating his life to writing brilliantly crafted tales of horror and imagination. He currently resides in North Carolina, and has lived all across the United States. He has been writing since first grade and hopes he has improved since then. Inspired by the works of legends Stephen King, H.P. Lovecraft, and Edgar Allen Poe, Michael’s dream is to become a house name in horror and in general fiction. He believes that his writing improves every day.<\/p>\n
If you read what’s within these pages, I can guarantee you’ll be saying your prayers before bed.<\/p>\n
‘Short Scares for Before Prayers’ showcases college student Michael T. Guidry’s ability to induce fear and spine-chilling stories in a matter of minutes. This collection of horrific short tales contains nearly thirty well-crafted and terrifying situations that are sure to keep your eyes wide open as you read them- and while you try to sleep after.<\/p>\n
This anthology contains a guardian angel that isn’t so innocent or imaginary, extreme weight loss techniques, recurring nightmares, terrifying valentines, an all-too revealing palm reading, a deathbed confession that guarantees something far worse than death itself, and much, much more.<\/p>\n
The length of the stories inside range from a few simple sentences to six pages long, each designed with the intent to terrify and disturb. Turn to any page you wish, and it doesn’t matter if you’re tucked in- nothing will save you from the monstrosities in this book.<\/p>\n
My daughter was six when she first mentioned her Guardian Angel. He was like her imaginary friend. \u201cI tell him all my secrets, daddy.\u201d she said to me. \u201cHe always helps me with my problems.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s wonderful dear.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every night I\u2019d bend down at her bed and pray with her. \u201cThank God for the angel.\u201d she\u2019d remind me each time.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, Lord, for Rebecca\u2019s Guardian Angel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every morning after, she\u2019d tell me that the Angel said thanks. \u201cHe\u2019s really from Heaven, daddy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, that\u2019s where all angels come from.\u201d<\/p>\n
Similar conversations carried on for about three months. She would get fruit snacks or candy bars, saying that the Angel was hungry. When I asked her why she had chocolate on her face, she told me that the Angel was nice and shared. I would laugh, pat her head, and send her off to bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome pray with me and the Angel, daddy!\u201d Rebecca would call. So I did. We were preparing to go on a long drive to see my parents. My wife was sick and would need to stay home. \u201cPray that the Angel will stay with mommy and protect her too.\u201d Rebecca asked me.<\/p>\n
\u201cLord, please let Rebecca\u2019s Angel stay and guard mommy.\u201d I prayed.<\/p>\n
The next day, we were on the road, listening to music. When we stopped for lunch, I called home to check on my wife. There was no answer. I left a message telling her we were about two hours away from my parents\u2019 house.<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy must be sleeping.\u201d I told Rebecca, who had asked to speak with her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to ask her if she liked my Angel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sure she does, honey. He\u2019s watching over her, remember?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, he said he would.\u201d<\/p>\n
When we reached my mother and father\u2019s, I called again. Still no reply. I was slightly concerned, but if she wasn\u2019t feeling well, she might still have been asleep. Perhaps her illness had gotten worse.<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s pray for mommy.\u201d I told Rebecca, hoping to calm myself down. \u201c. . . And Mister Angel, please keep mommy safe.\u201d I finished the prayer, just in case Rebecca was worried as well.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy angel can\u2019t hear you silly.\u201d Rebecca said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d I asked. \u201cHe always hears me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, that\u2019s because he lives under my bed.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy angel came through the window, and said he was from heaven. Now he lives under my bed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my God.\u201d My mother covered her mouth. She ran to her phone and dialed 911.<\/p>\n
I had to think rationally. \u201cHoney, can you see the angel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course! He wears clothes like you! He said it\u2019s to hide his wings.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe police are on their way to the house.\u201d My dad whispered in my ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry daddy, he said he was going to protect her. He promised. He even said he\u2019d sleep under your bed tonight, just for mommy!\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart was frozen in my chest. I couldn\u2019t move. Couldn\u2019t breathe. I called home again, knowing no one would pick up the phone. The police would be there soon. I tried one more time.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d Oh my God. It was my wife. Her voice was groggy and sore.<\/p>\n
\u201cHoney, get out of the house. Now. The police are almost there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat, why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRun out. Now.\u201d I could hear the faint echo of sirens through the line. They were there. It would be okay.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay I\u2019m-\u201d I heard the phone drop, and a scream.<\/p>\n
\u201cANN! ANN! ARE YOU THERE? ANN!\u201d My mother started crying, and my father took Rebecca out of the room.<\/p>\n
I heard men yelling, telling someone to put their hands up. I heard gunshots.<\/p>\n
In the days that passed, Rebecca was asked many questions. The first of which involved a picture of a man. They informed her of who he was, what he did. They asked if she knew him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re lying.\u201d Rebecca sobbed. \u201cOf course I know him! That\u2019s my Guardian Angel!\u201d<\/p>\n