Little Bobby knelt and prayed every night by his bed with the moon shining on him from high in the sky outside his window.
He called the moon “Mr. Moon” because of the face smiling down on him.
One night, after he said his prayers, he looked out to see Mr. Moon standing right outside his bedroom window.
Mr. Moon wasn’t smiling anymore.
Note- I submitted this story to an ultra short story contest in 2015 and won story of the month, much to my surprise.
I actually had to trim it a bit to fit the 50 words or under qualification.
The gentleman who runs the site said it was the scariest story he had read!
You can visit the site and see my story here.
I highly recommend the site for bite-sized fiction – 50wordstories.com