Creepy story

"You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen. As you are heading down the stairs you hear a whisper from the closet saying “Don’t go down there honey, I heard it too.”
      I step away from the closet in sudden fear. I stand, frozen in the middle of my room. I don't know whether to listen to the voice in my closet or the voice in the kitchen. I can't figure out which one is real. I squint my eyes and try to think. I decide to try to talk to the closet voice. 
  "Mom?"
  "Yes, baby it's me." 
  "If it is you then why are you hiding in my closet instead of trying to protect me from the other one?"
  Silence.
  "Mom?" I ask again.
  "I'm so sorry honey."
  "For what mom?"
  "To keep you safe. I had to go through torture and I didn't want you to see me like this."
    My mother steps out of the closet and she is tall and thin. Her fingers are like spider legs and her smile is like that of a poorly carved Jack-o-lantern. 
  "I'm just kidding darling. She's down there, healthy and actually calling you down," she laughs. "Better see what she wants," she says as her smile broadens and she flicks out her long serrated fingernail. I stand frozen trying to scream. "Well, what are you waiting for? Run."