Month: December 2020

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People Share the Scariest Stories They’ve Heard (or Lived)

We all know some creepy stories, whether we’ve experienced them ourselves (eep!), they happened to a friend, or we read or watched them as they were spun by a professional of some sort.

If they’re truly creepy, then we also love to share them – because who wants to be scared alone – and these 10 stories are bound to get your heart rate up, at least a little.

10. Short and not-so-sweet.

“The shortest horror story:

The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock on the door.”

Frederic Brown

9. Ew, David.

My heart is full, I’m your new best friend even though we haven’t known each other long. Your loved ones will also get to know me as well which I am so excited about. You may not always see me, that’s ok – I always see you. I promise I will be with you through thick and thin. You let me in, I love you too.

I’ll be with you when you sleep and your co-pilot when having drinks with your mates. I’ll sit next to you in church and we’ll give thanks for each other. You’ll always know I’m with you and I am so devoted to you. Yes, I’m more famous than Brad Pitt but that doesn’t bother you. When I’m around you I feel like an Oscar winner.

Looking forward to seeing you more often this year

Yours forever,
COVID

8. When you don’t know what to say.

The slit-mouthed lady. This is a Japanese legend.

There is a lady who was married to man.

She was accused of loving someone else and it was true.

She loved someone else and was about to divorce her husband.

So he grabbed a knife or scissors and cut her mouth wider.

He later on regretted it so he stabbed himself to death.

People say that if you are walking alone, you might find a woman with a surgical mask.

She will ask , Am I pretty.

If you say yes, she will cut your mouth like hers.

If you say No, she will kill you with her weapon.

In order to escape her or distract her is to either say she looks average, or to distract he with money or hard candies.

7. I do not like that.

Almost every time i go to see my Gramma, she tells me one story that happened to her

She was coming home from work one day and she saw something on the road. it almost looked like a person wearing all black, she couldn’t see his face. So she gets out of the car and hesitantly walks over to the man and says, “sir? are you alright?”

The man stands up and towers over her. He’s around 7′ maybe. The man tells her, “someone you love is going to die in 3 days, 3 months, or 3 years” and he disappears. completely dumbfounded and shocked, my Gramma gets in her car and speeds down the road, and returns home that night.

3 days later, my grandpa died. Drowned in a quarry.

6. Why are they always wearing sailor hats?

I was in my old school with some friends, and then we saw a little blue ghost in the hallway.

He had no legs, just the face of a boy with a sailor hat and a white shirt, with the little sailor cape thing.

5. Previous life?

So i woke up in some kind of dark grey room with a few cages, as a girl (idk why?), with an old fashioned police officer and some other men. It came out all of us woke up here and didn’t remember anything. then we hear a creepy as giggle from above, and a doll fell one on of the men, and started ripping him like paper, then throwing the body (it looked like person made out of some ripped up mummy but with flesh).

It happened to the rest, but i managed to survive. Then the doll went in the cage with all of the bodies, and they started sticking to it, makin a giant man with long arms and pointy fingers. then me and the thing teleported to some kind of gate and thing started breathing loudly and pulled its hand towards me.

I woke up and started crying, but then i heard the deep breathing again, and couldn’t move or breath. came out it was my dad breathing! (i was sleeping in the same room as him and mom)

4. That is terrifying – and inescapable.

Taxes.

Freaks me out every single time.

3. Only reasonable course of action.

So I was probably around 5, 6 1/2, I had this cinderella doll and a doll that looked like a twin of Annabelle. One night I was cleaning my room, I put the Cinderella doll in my closet. I closed the door and continued cleaning all of a sudden I hear this giggle, now yes the doll makes noise but what freaked me the most out was there weren’t any batteries in the doll.

I ran downstairs crying and told my dad what happened, the next day we got rid of it.

Now I’ll tell you the story with the Annabelle doll. So this happened probably a week after the Cinderella one. I was watching Netflix on my dad’s tablet and as im doing that I see in the corner of my eye this figure of a little girl playing.

I look up and she’s looking at me, by now I freaked the heck out, I stand up and ran as fast as I could to turn on the light and bam she was gone. I put the “Annabelle” down on my bed and ran downstairs. When I came back up the doll was gone, she was about 1ft bigger than me so it was kind of hard to lose, I looked everywhere but never found her until one day…

I was outside and I had to take a bath cause I was dirty for playing in the dirty, muddy rain. I came inside took a bath and went into the room, she was laying on my bed, I went to go say thank you to my mom and dad for finding her. But they said they didn’t find her.

It freaked me out so bad we didn’t get rid of her, we burned her.

2. Ghosts, man.

Lived in a house where:

Stomping up and down hallway most nights

Cups/glasses/cutlery shivered occasionally

The cold water would suddenly turn boiling hot

All the doors slammed and wouldn’t open when female flatmate hopped out of bathroom in house alone

Female flatmate saw people staring through her windows twice. (She only lasted two weeks in the house)

My alarm clock which didn’t work (used it to tell time, not wake me up) would start blaring then turn off as soon as we walked in the room

NOBODY could sleep in the lounge; rugby playing manly men would end up on the floor in somebody’s bedroom, or walking home

The neighbours congratulated us when we lasted three months – we’d been the longest tenants in years. Although a lot of folks that lived with me didn’t last long either.

It was eventually knocked down years later but construction of flats stopped half-way thru.

1. What did I just read?

This is a true story.

My friend got her foot stuck in the toilet (don’t ask) my boyfriend peed into the toilet and flushed the toilet the nail of her big toe came off it was scary, disgusting.

We called the the fire brigade they took the toilet off the wall and ambulances my friend to hospital.

I am no longer with that boyfriend.

Happy to have found these weird little tales, how about you?

Link us your favorite scary story down in the comments!

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This Man Wonders How Many Days He Needs to Floss to Trick His Dentist Into Thinking It’s Been a Lifelong Habit

Flossing is something that some people do regularly, I hear – but just as often, it’s something people fudge to their dentist about how much they actually take the time.

This query was posted in Reddit’s No Stupid Question forum, and honestly, it’s information we’ve all probably wondered at some point in our lives.

Just how many days could we floss before an appointment and manage to convince our dentist we’ve been flossing every day forever?

Read on for some pretty enlightening responses!

13. Dentists think they’re so funny.

You can save time by only flossing the ones you want to keep.

12. Just a few weeks…maybe.

I started a few weeks ago after having never flossed consistently and my gums stopped bleeding after about a week of consistent flossing.

For cases of mild gingivitis this is the answer. Ultimately though, if you already have calculus(tartar), flossing will not remove it and your past sins will still visible. But if we see healthy pink tight gums, we are happy.

However, if you have periodontitis, flossing will most likely not be enough and we’re gonna have to go scrapey scrapey.

11. They’ll toughen up.

A lot. But it can help if you floss well and rinse with diluted hydrogen peroxide.

Do your gums bleed when you floss? If so, you probably already have plaque beneath the gum line.

Don’t let that keep you from going to the dentist. They can do a deep clean and you can start your flossing routine after that.

10. Spoken like a true dentist.

2 weeks of flossing can show a big difference.

The best day to start flossing is yesterday; the 2nd best day is today.

9. That’s one way to win…but not for your teeth to win.

The trick is you go to a different dentist for a cleaning before you go to your main cleaning.

8. No regrets? I’m in.

10 days give or take and you will see significant difference. Factors that come into play are when you have tarter build up or deep pockets in your gums. So for example, you get your teeth cleaned regularly 6 months like we recommend, so flossing about a week or so before will bring down inflammation because you probs don’t have significant tarter buildup.

If you haven’t visited the dentist in some time and there is significant tarter then your gums will most likely not bounce back until it’s removed. You’ll definitely see a difference maybe less pain or bleeding but the tarter will continue to irritate your gums until it’s removed.

Moral of the story: floss nightly, save money, save time, save teeth, you won’t regret it

7. No shame in the plaque game.

Dentist here.

If you’ve never flossed in your life, you likely won’t have good flossing technique anyway. You will likely have buildup then that can’t be removed by a couple weeks of flossing.

We aren’t judging you. Actually, some hygienists I know will roll their eyes at nice clean teeth and will fight for the patient with heavy buildup. There’s something so satisfying about removing calculus. Mmmm.

You’ve just got to remember that mouth stuff is ALL WE DO ALL DAY ERR DAY. Save the teeth embarrassment for your Mechanic or something. Not the dentist.

6. Some people are just lucky.

I hadn’t gone to the dentist in 5 years and recently got them cleaned.

My dentist told me I had really strong teeth genetically. Not entire sure what that meant but I did have tarter build up as I only brushed once in the morning.

Since going to the dentist though I have brushed twice a day and flossed too. I think I notice a difference in my gums but I’m not entirely sure yet.

It didn’t take too long to clean, 30 minutes to do my whole mouth.

5. Good habits are as hard to break as bad ones.

On a side note, I’ve been flossing everyday since going to the dentist 7 months ago and they were quite impressed with the improvement today when I went in for a cleaning.

I simply started flossing in the shower and it has been a habit for nearly 7 months now.

4. Not as long as you’d think.

I had not gone to a dentist in 10 years. Gums were bleeding every time I brushed.

Only had 4 very tiny cavities, and one significant one. They took care of one side of my mouth at a time, cleaned all the tarter pockets.

After about 7-10 days, my gums were no longer bleeding, even with flossing.

3. Dentists do get a bad rap.

Totally depends on the person. Some people are more susceptible to tooth and gum damage than others.

Honestly, dentists don’t care. The whole purpose of their job is to clean your teeth because you can’t. Your teeth are strong enough that if you take regular care of them and don’t eat stuff that eats away at them, you can go your entire life without a visit to the dentist.

Since most people don’t do that, dentists exist, and they’re happy to help.

2. Timing matters.

Yes of course. You won’t overdo flossing (unless your gum is already irritated don’t keep picking at it). Brush/floss nightly because it’s the most important time. Our mouths get dry at night and the soft plaque (white fuzzy stuff or grittiness on teeth) sticks and hardens creating tarter. This stuff sucks. It’s loaded with bacteria and causes significant damage if left prolonged.

Not to mention if you leave food or bacteria between your teeth each night it just cultivates and will basically go after your teeth for nutrients aka cavity. Same thing on the surface of your teeth. Floss whenever and however much but make sure to do it at night to disrupt the bacteria and destroy their homes. Fight the plaque before it fight back

1. Hahaha good one.

This reminds me of when I went to the dentist and he asked when did I floss last?

I was like “bro, you were there!”

So I’m going to have to do some firsthand research here.

Dentists, weigh in with your gleaming thoughts in the comments!

We want to hear from you!

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People Share the Ways You Might be Able to Tell Someone Is a Genuinely Good Person

People are good at acting like they’re nice and normal but the truth is, there are plenty of people who are really good at faking it.

If you’re watching closely, though, sometimes you can pick up on the little things – like these 14 specific acts – that can tell you exactly who you’re really dealing with.

14. The extra mile.

Once I was telling this guy a story.

He was listening with all his attention. 2/3 of the way through I realized I had already told it to him and asked him why he didn’t stop me.

He said “you were having so much fun telling it”. That is an extra nice person.

I felt a bit foolish but he made me feel like he just genuinely cared.

13. Because someone has to pick it up.

If they are working on something and drop small trash (bits of paper, tape) they pick it up and throw it away

12. Trusting other people not to be awful, too.

Not stealing money you find.

A lot of people in my family have found decent amounts of cash that people have misplaced and returned it. I just would feel terrible if I lost up to a paycheck in cash and someone just swiped it.

My cousin, when he was a preteen, lost his wallet in Walmart and it had the money in it to buy him a Nintendo Wii or something when they were brand new.

My uncle had basically told him too bad, so sad. And when they got home, my aunt was so livid with my uncle. She drove back to the store with my cousin and Walmart made an announcement and the wallet and all the cash was returned.

11. People who do this are jerks.

They don’t ruin your jokes.

And that’s a big one.

10. Be inclusive.

In social settings, they notice when someone is kinda left out and they find a way to include that person in the conversation or whatever fun is being had.

I remember when I went out with my older sister and her friends once when I was about 15. I was pretty shy and quiet. They were all chatting about other friends and in-jokes but one of her best friends would keep taking a few seconds to explain the background to these stories or jokes to me.

It was a small thing but it brought me into the group instead of sitting and listening to a bunch of stuff I didn’t ‘get’.

I endeavor to do the same whenever a new person is in a group with me now.

9. That’s definitely someone you want to keep on your good side.

My friend sends thank you notes to their dentist.

8. Especially if it needs to stay cold.

If they decide they don’t want to buy something, they put it back where they found it instead of just leaving on a shelf somewhere else.

7. And also makes the interruptor feel like a douche.

When in groups, someone interrupts you, and after they finish, that good person says ”X, you were saying?” showing genuine interest and compassion for getting interrupted.

6. Or in any parking lot.

When they find the credit card that slipped out of your pocket in a shady parking lot, they go out of their way to find you and return it.

5. Moments to live for.

They look engaged when you speak to them, and are patient if you’re struggling to explain something.

I’m so used to feeling like I have to “sell” my conversation points to hold anyone’s attention that someone actually asking me to expand more on my thoughts really takes me off guard.

4. Because what’s the hurry?

When you’re walking together and someone is slower, they match that person’s pace and wait if a crosswalk is ticking down until the next cycle.

It’s amazing how few people will do this, and how many will simply keep going, not noticing that someone else has fallen behind.

3. They’re comfortable with themselves.

When conflict arises, they seek peace by being introspective.

In addition, they seek to resolve the dispute directly with that person as opposed to gossiping or triangulating.

2. A bottom line.

The shopping cart is the ultimate litmus test for whether a person is capable of self-governing.

To return the shopping cart is an easy, convenient task and one which we all recognize as the correct, appropriate thing to do. To return the shopping cart is objectively right. There are no situations other than dire emergencies in which a person is not able to return their cart. Simultaneously, it is not illegal to abandon your shopping cart.

Therefore the shopping cart presents itself as the apex example of whether a person will do what is right without being forced to do it. No one will punish you for not returning the shopping cart, no one will fine you or kill you for not returning the shopping cart, you gain nothing by returning the shopping cart. You must return the shopping cart out of the goodness of your own heart. You must return the shopping cart because it is the right thing to do. Because it is correct.

A person who is unable to do this is no better than an animal, an absolute savage who can only be made to do what is right by threatening them with a law and the force that stands behind it.

The Shopping Cart is what determines whether a person is a good or bad member of society.

1. Sometimes that’s just muscle memory, but still.

They clean up the table to make it as easy as possible for a waiter/ waitress.

I’m definitely going to be keeping my eyes open from now on, just in case.

And maybe I’ll try to do a few of these acts myself. You know, just for some extra points if I need them some day.

What traits do you look for? Share those with us in the comments!

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People Share the Ways You Can Tell if Someone Is a Good Person

We all have our litmus tests for deciding whether the people in our lives are actually good people. Do they do charity work, are they good parents, loving children, the sort of neighbor who would feed your cats when you’re away?

There aren’t reliable ways, though, right? Things that work for every person in more than one scenario?

Maybe not 100%, but people say these 15 very specific things are as reliable a tip-off as any.

15. No talking behind the back.

I know my boss is a good person because he’s never said anything mean about a rude client or competitive business.

It’s always, “those guys do awesome work, that guy is just the best man”.

14. There are people who don’t do this?

They wait for you when you bend down to tie your shoes.

13. Even bugs.

How they treat animals when no one is looking.

Especially stray animals and wildlife.

12. Litterers are the worst.

They keep the trash with them until they find a dustbin.

11. That’s extra!

They pick up nails, screws or sharp objects they come across from the parking lot or road so people don’t get flat tires.

10. They pay attention.

I grew up in the Midwest and eventually moved to a bigger coastal city. I never really noticed how much friendlier people were in the Midwest until I visited after a couple years of being away.

I was walking around downtown trying to find a certain address when a random person walked up to me and asked if I needed help.

That’s when it really struck me how different the culture was where I grew up compared to where I moved.

Those types of people are the best.

9. I am so bad at this.

Someone who remembers a tiny detail about your life or something you like and brings it up in convo much later on.

8. They make room for you.

When someone noticed you were going to talk in a group but get cut off then later they say “you were about to say something, right?”

7. Those are good people skills.

When in a group of people walking, they make sure nobody gets left behind by spacing themselves between the leaders and the stragglers and keeping an eye on both.

6. Just checking in.

Sticking around and showing up when your friend is in a bad way– even if they have been in a bad way from a long time.

You don’t have to cook them food every night. But check in so they know you care about them.

After experiencing a tragedy, I realized how fair weather the majority of the people I had in my life were. It doesn’t make me angry so much as sad and disillusioned.

5. Definitely better than the opposite.

They say good things about people behind their backs.

4. This is my favorite personality trait.

They can admit when they are wrong about something without getting angry or defensive.

3. Not having to ask is heaven.

Quietly helping you with stuff without prompting/asking for help.

2. That was unexpected.

When a person can set a positive environment.

Unnecessary anecdote: Once my friends and I were playing a drinking game (kings) where you had to make up rules that are normally supposed to make people a little uncomfy.

That night, my sweet friend set a rule that you have to give a compliment before each turn… 20 people ended up crying, supporting each other, and reminding everyone of their worth.

That’s a good person, and that goes down as my favorite college memory.

1. It doesn’t have to be their thing.

Even if they don’t quite understand or relate to a topic you brought up, they ask follow up questions. Bonus points if they don’t seem particularly interested in the topic, but they still remain invested in the conversation since you’re excited to talk about it.

It always flusters me when I’ve accidentally bored someone or stalled conversation, so the fact that some try to keep it running to avoid awkward silence feels really sweet to me.

I have to say, I think I agree with most of these!

Do you have a short list of ways to tell who you’re dealing with? Share them in the comments!

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People Tell the Scariest Stories They Ever Heard

All of us have heard a story that really sticks with us – the one that creeped you out so much you’ll never forget it.

So good that you just have to tell other people so you can scare them too.

Now, these 15 people are taking the opportunity to share all of the rest of us, too, because the internet!

15. Hard to blame them.

We go to Knott’s. It’s time for the log ride, and the decorations are 100 times scarier. My dad (sweet, gentle man btw) laughs at my fear and starts messing with his knife, making small cuts on his hand – not enough to hurt – and wiping the blood on my face.

Fully knowing that I am squeamish! Then he picks me up and throws me at a figure with an axe. The scary decoration comes to life and chops me in half as my dad’s log floats past. I am unable to die.

I scream for help and wail in excruciating pain, but everyone on the ride thinks that I am a decoration too. Even when Halloween is over, the workers just think that I am a faulty one that can’t be turned off. Year after year passes, with me suffering unnoticed by the world wishing for death.

I am always brought out as a decoration until the workers tire of me and toss me in a bonfire to be rid of ” the broken junk.” Finally my spirit ascends to heaven, where I can rest in peace. And I wake up.

I still don’t ride the log ride at Knott’s Berry Farm anymore.

14. Chills down the spine.

One night me and my friend decided to go on a walk around her neighborhood. We walked up to a park, and were running around the front of it acting crazy. Except then, we stepped on a wasp nest, so we decided to walk back.

When we were walking back, a car drove past us, driving really slowly, and with all of the windows down. We kind of thought the car was creepy, so we crossed the street to be next to the houses.

That was when the car drove up the street again. So we ran into a bush just to be safe, though we assumed the car had just made a wrong turn. Except I didn’t get all the way in the bush, and the car saw us. So as we started walking back down the street again, we saw the car passing us again.

By now we had deduced that it was likely following us. We ran into someone’s yard, who was working on their porch.

And we stayed with them until the car had gone away. So anyways, that is my story.

13. Ghosts are no joke.

Stomping up and down hallway most nights

Cups/glasses/cutlery shivered occasionally

The cold water would suddenly turn boiling hot

All the doors slammed and wouldn’t open when female flatmate hopped out of bathroom in house alone

Female flatmate saw people staring through her windows twice. (She only lasted two weeks in the house)

My alarm clock which didn’t work (used it to tell time, not wake me up) would start blaring then turn off as soon as we walked in the room

NOBODY could sleep in the lounge; rugby playing manly men would end up on the floor in somebody’s bedroom, or walking home

The neighbors congratulated us when we lasted three months – we’d been the longest tenants in years. Although a lot of folks that lived with me didn’t last long either.

It was eventually knocked down years later but construction of flats stopped half-way thru.

12. True story??

A neighbor of mine was telling me and my wife about a market that he used to go to.

-He said that there were a lot of interesting shops and stalls so one weekend we took a trip there. This is where it all began.

We looked around the shops and the stalls and there was a lot of interesting things. we bought quite a lot of stuff. Our hands were full of bags. we sat and ate for a while and then we carried on. As we got to the end of the market there was one little curious shop that i see. I like curiosity shops so this one caught my interest. It had dirty dingy windows each panel about the size of an A4 piece of paper. Inside the windows there were little curious items so we went in. It smelled old and musky. There was another customer in there when we entered but when he saw us he quickly turned and left.

We thought nothing of it and carried on looking. I was looking on this certain shelf and there was one thing that caught my eye, it was a candle in the shape of a human head. it looked so realistic and detailed that i decided to buy it. I took it to the counter and rang the bell. Not long after a short man in black clothing came out from nowhere. I said “hi” and he then just smirked and served me.

For some strange reason he put the candle in a wooden box and nailed it shut and then said “you don’t want that to get damaged, do you?” again with an unusual grin. When we got home we unpacked the bags. As I unpacked the bags I see the box and decide to open it. there it was the candle I had just purchased. When we were settled the wife said why don’t you light it? so I lit it. we watched it burn for a few minutes then settled to watch the TV. we watched our Programme then I started dinner. I was in the kitchen when I heard my wife screaming. I rushed in to see what was happening and after what I see I didn’t have to ask. The candle had melted and what was under the wax revealed a preserved human head!

I nearly fainted after what I saw. I called the police and reported it. I explained the details and whereabouts of the shop I got it from and they went to investigate while one copper stayed in my house.

A few hours later they came back. they explained that there was no such shop and never has been. They questioned the neighboring shops and they said the exact same thing. When they studied the head they found out that it was the head of my neighbor!

They found him dead in his home that morning without his head.

I just couldn’t explain how that could be. Anyway me and wife got questioned and arrested for it. my wife is now doing 10 years and me 15.

I am now into my 7th year. I have to finish it here as I have got to go back to my cell now but before I go, only buy small normal candles

11. That’s nuts.

I was an idiot and went to a haunted mortuary. The Old Butterworth mortuary in Seattle, WA, USA. It is CRAZY haunted. Look it up.

A large number of the people who went through as Butterworth customers were victims of Linda Laura Hazzard. Look her up, too, for a shiver or three. As you might imagine a bunch of the ghosts there are starvation ghosts. Add one shield free anorexic and… Well, I knew I was followed home by Someone. I kept seeing her in reflections where nobody was there to cast one. So I get home and I tell my pagan best friend that I was followed by a ghost.

She did some religious things that I don’t exactly remember? There was smudging, and some salt water and she told me to sleep in hematite rings.

I wore four to sleep that night.

I had a dream that I woke up and saw a person, *that* person who followed me home, staring in through my bedroom window. In the manner of dreams I looked at my hand and one ring, my right hand pinky ring, was full of holes.

The next day I went to take a shower and put am my rings in a little dish. When I got out I knocked the dish over. Only one of my rings broke. Bet you can guess which one.

10. Simple question, simple answer.

A man went to an hotel, staying in a room with a locked door.

The hotel worker said not to look in there.

At midnight, the man heard something strange coming from behind the door.

He decided to peek through the keygate.

He saw plain red, nothing else.

He went down to the hotel worker and asked what was in there.

She answered with “A ghost with red eyes.”

9. Mobs are always scary.

“Run.” they were coming from everywhere. Behind the trees, bushes, and up from the ground. They were surrounding me. I tried to run but couldn’t. My legs were frozen. I tried to scream but couldn’t. And all I could see was the ground crumbling away beneath me. And all I could hear was “join us” in a raspy whisper.

“I’m falling.” I cried as the ground beneath me gave away. I shot up from bed in cold sweat. I got up to get a refreshing drink of water. All I could hear in my mind was the raspy whisper. “Join us” I shook off the weird tingly feeling and went outside to a clear open field, in the middle of the forest. I usually come here to calm myself, or when I’m overwhelmed.

There was a girl there. “I was hoping you’d come here,” she said in the same raspy whisper without turning around.The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I turned and ran. My house was off in the distance.but every step forward seemed like a step back I knew it was no use. But I kept trying. The ground giving away every second. Until I realized i’m running in place.

“Join us” the girl turned around to reveal her face. A fleshy face. Full with teeth and black slimy drool I fell into a black abyss forever to be forgotten. I realized I had fallen in front of my house. How that was possible, I do not know.

I got up. I went to my house MOM DAD! I was relieved to see them. But when they turned I saw the same fleshy, toothy slimy face as I had seen before. “You’re one of us” No this couldn’t be right “WHERE ARE MY PARENTS!” I screeched.

The Nightmarish version of my parents murmured “gone” I broke down onto my knees. And wept. Only to see I was crying black slime. “No” I gasped. Surprised to hear my voice. “No, no NO” I screeched “yes” “you’re becoming one of us”. The nightmarish people laughed a malicious laugh. “No” I whimpered, “No.”

8. A children’s book?

“Nobody Here But You” from a book called Kids’ America by Steven Caney.

It’s about a wicked old blind man who gets visited by a “thing” one evening and dies of fright after attempting to escape it.

7. I bet it was real.

When I was in eighth grade about five years ago I was asleep when I got the feeling I was being watched.

Instead of doing the normal thing and pretending I was asleep I opened my eyes and sat up.

At the end of my bed standing up was the figure of a person.

It was completely dark and I couldn’t see facial features.

The figure was wearing a hat and what looked like a cape.

I got light headed and fell back asleep. I don’t know if this was a dream or reality.

If it was a dream it was very vivid since I can still remember it.

Five years later I still can’t explain it.

6. This is why I don’t go camping.

When my friend’s dad was around 17 years old, he decided to go camping with about 8 or so of his friends. This took place in the Wisconsin forest. When they got to the site, they decided to split up to collect firewood in groups of two, and meet back at the site in around 20 minutes. One group wasn’t back right away, and since they were a couple, they just assumed they were fornicating in some bushes, and cracked a couple jokes about it. After around an hour they decided they should probably go look for them, and headed off to search in the area they had been collecting wood.

They saw behind a bush part of the girl’s bloody shirt, and the man’s shoes were lying scattered around the scene. They quickly rushed back to their car so they could drive to the park ranger’s office, which was about 5 miles away, and report the incident. However, they found that their gas had been syphoned, so they had no choice but to walk. On their walk back to the office, they saw a semi pass by with one driver and two faces pressed up against the window, which they believe were their friends begging for help.

The two friends were reported missing and have never been found to this day.

5. A creepy little tale.

15th June, 2016, in a field surrounded by crisp sea air and windswept trees

The silence was cold, and in the dark i shuddered as my mind filled with thoughts of what creatures lurked in the darkness, waiting to pounce. out of the silence, i heard a ghostly whisper that said ‘come when the bell tolls thrice’.

I stood, very confused, and walked away from the voice, being careful where i stepped. i had walked for probably around an hour, then i started to see pale gold dots in the distance, and heard the sounds of horses and carriage wheels.i picked up my pace a little, until i reached a village. the houses were small and quiet, with no light coming from them, no horses to be seen, though the lights were still lit. i ran along the dirt paths and winding alleys between houses but i saw nobody, nothing.

I sat where i was, while constantly vigilant of my surroundings. in the dark i spotted a bell tower. and remembered what the voice had said: ‘come when the bell tolls thrice’. i checked nobody was coming and ran towards the bell tower. there was a rather torn looking rope hanging from the bell. then, everything went fuzzy and i fell to the floor. confused and strangely dazed, i got up, but realized, the village was full, it appeared to be early evening, but, based on the attire of the villagers, i had somehow reversed time…

I got up and walked over to an old woman perched on a step outside a house, and asked her: ‘excuse me ma’am, what day is it?’. the woman heard me, and replied ’15th October, 1856.’ my heart skipped a beat and, panicking, i thanked her, and ran to the bell tower. a young man with a horse and carriage nearby, walked up to the bell tower, and rang the bell once. in a state of panic, i ran down the village path, all the way down to where i first heard the voice.

The bell rang twice more before i got there. thoughts filled my head: what would happen? Who’s the voice? how is all this happening? why? as i panicked, i heard a ghostly voice again ‘you will suffer for this’. nothing happened for a few seconds…

Suddenly, everything began to spin, and slowly faded into darkness. i felt the cold, wet, mossy ground, then nothing more. it must’ve been a while before i regained consciousness, but when i awoke, everything ached, i was weak and dizzy, though i staggered to get up. trembling, i stood and surveyed my surroundings. then it hit. bizarre visions, of me, dead, hung by a rope, bleeding, then more visions of my friends, rotting, having suffered the same face.

I regained a grasp on reality, realising I wasn’t in the field i was in before, rather a smoky, brick house with a rotten wooden door, with an auburn fire blazing away across the room. the door startled me as it creaked open. heavy footsteps entered the room.

The smoke cleared a little as i squinted at the face. an old man, with a bit of rope loosely tied round his wrist like a bracelet. he had a knife around his waist, which he slowly took, raised above me, and plunged deep into my arm. i screamed in pain, but he stabbed again, and again, until darkness filled my vision, everything went hazy, i sank into nothing, i was dead.

4. Asking for trouble.

Jake and his brother David were ghost hunters. Not the ones that go around sucking up ghosts in backpack vacuum cleaners, but ghost hunter that actually wanted to talk to the spirits. They had many ways of talking to them but their favorite was to go right up to the tombstones and ask the spirits to come out. Now listen closely, because this is the story of where it all went wrong.

It was a full moon, but the clouds shrouded the moon so much that only a faint sliver of light was to be seen. The brothers climbed over the wall into the graveyard and were cautious, for they weren’t allowed in after dusk, and if the keeper found them they could be in grave (lol grave, get it?!) trouble. They found the largest most ornate grave and began to set up the recorder. They were afraid to shine their light on the name etched on the tombstone, so they began without looking.

“Oh spirit, come and speak to us” Jake began. There was nothing.

“Spirit, tell us your name.” Nothing happened, but after a second, a faint scratching sound came from behind the tombstone. Scritch, scratch, scritch, scratch.

“Oh spirit, speak your name” Jake said again. Scritch, scratch, scritch, scratch. David glanced at his brother, beginning to ask if he should shine the light on the stone, but never finished his question, for a great black darkness arose from behind the tombstone. Scritch, scratch, scritch, scratch, was the noise that echoed from deep inside the shadowy figure. All too late, the brother realized something was wrong, and the shadow engulfed them and pulled them into the grave.

The next morning, as the keeper was making his rounds, he noticed the recorder on the ground.

He picked it up and pressed play. This is what he heard;

“Spirit, tell us your name.”

“None speak my name for they will not see light again if they do.” said the raspy and spine chilling voice that emerged from the recorder.

“Oh Spirit, speak your name.”

“Again, none speak my name for it is forbidden from the tongues of man. Now, I shall rise.” said the same voice, with an edge of excitement.

The screams echoed in the keepers ears as he walked to his shed and tossed the recorder into the piles with many others.

3. Imagine waking up to that.

A soft hand touched her shoulder shaking her lightly from her slumber. Her eyes opened slowly as the hand left and a grown flitted across her face at the lit candle sitting two feet from her face. The candle was in a tarnished, beaten and weathered brass candleholder with more green than brass showing. A single loop for one finger stuck out of the back of it as tarnished as the rest, thinned and slightly bent from years of handling. Wax had built up around the base of the candle with bulging wax lines running down the length of the candlestick from it’s use.

Frowning deeper she wondered why there was a candle there when someone just could have turned on the lights. Footsteps ran near her making the floorboards groan at the passage as they popped back into place. Awake now she jerked up wondering how the hell someone could make so much noise on carpet as she looked around the room. She froze, shock washing through along with a small burst of adrenaline that flushed through her like a small bolt of electricity. This wasn’t her room. This was a room she had never seen before. Her hands shook as she reached for the candleholder, getting her finger hooked into the grip and bringing the light closer to her. The light shook as she looked around the shaking in her hands making the shadows dance and morph into things only her imagination could define.

The musty scent of mildew seemed to emanated from everywhere as she looked around her. An end table was the closet thing to her, streaked with white and black lines, the wood swollen and rotten looking. It looked as if it has met the wall as pieces of it lay scattered while the price itself looked half broken apart and laying on it’s side, it’s drawers missing. Looking behind her she let out a soft breath as a wall was there. It was pitted from things being thrown at it but it was still whole, though the wallpaper was stained, torn, and she couldn’t make out a pattern on it. Getting to her feet she put her back to the wall and looked at what she could see of the room.

The small amount of illumination the light brought showed distraction, age, and rot. Furniture like the end table looked as if they had been thrown by rage or desperation. The wood was stained and swollen as it had been destroyed by water. She lifted her candle and looked at the ceiling but it looked as intact as the wall. A movement had her letting out a help until she realized it was attached to her arm.

“What the hell?” She looked at her arm before looking at herself.

She was in a night dress that looked like something out of the old family photos from people in her family she’d never met because they lived long before her. The off white gown fell almost to her feet, the neck gathered by small cords of silk that had a small bow leaving the neck opened to almost her shoulders. The sleeves were gathered at the wrist and elbow but extra fabric made some kind of decorative almost poof between her shoulder to elbow and elbow to wrist. The fabric wasn’t starched so the poof just left dangling excess fabric on her arms. She caught sight of bare feet and shot the room a hesitant look.

The furniture wasn’t the only thing everywhere. Paper, small broken objects, shards that glinted looking like glass, clothing, cloth, cords from curtains, the ground was littered with destroyed things. She curled her toes at the thought of even stepping on what smelled like mildewed and rot riddled clothing let alone something sharp. She held the candle out again and looked for someone or something that would tell her where she was or how to get out. After checking close to her and not seeing so much as a mouse she slid her foot against the floorboards. It groaned, that groan making her freeze as it echoed around the room she was in.

She held her breath as her heart started racing, her body freeing as she strained to hear anything else as the groan faded. Her heart pounded again her ribs as she took small short steady breaths.

2. I’m all in with haunted dolls.

PENELOPE’S DOLL

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Penelope. Her parents spoiled her, and she got everything she wanted.

One day, Penelope’s 9th birthday, her parents got her a doll. It was an ugly doll, with a tattered white dress, tangled brown hair, and fake blood on her neckline. Penelope hated the doll, but she kept it. When she pulled the string on its back, the doll said “I love you!”.

But, one day, Penelope pulled the string and it said “I will kiiiiillllll youuuuu”. Penelope was terrified. She threw the doll in the trash… But that night, in bed, Penelope heard a sound on the stairs… “3 steps awaaaayyyy…” Penelope screamed and her parents scolded her. The next night, she heard “2 steps awaaaayyyy…” Penelope went to inspect and saw a suspiciously doll-like shadow disappearing around the corner holding… a dripping knife.

Penelope screamed again and went to her parents. Her parents were dead. There was blood everywhere, and on the wall, inked in blood, was ‘YOU’RE NEXT’.

Penelope was too scared to do anything, so she went back to bed and stayed there all the next day. The next night… “I’m outside your doooooor.” And then: “I’m at the foot of your beeeeeed.” Then Penelope felt something crawl onto the bed and heard “I’M RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!”

And that was the end of Penelope.

1. That one gets me, too.

This isn’t a story, but a movie instead: The Descent.

I could barely watch it, and that’s saying something because I love scary movies.

If it was told as a story I would still shiver.

I couldn’t sleep for hours after I watched that movie.

I can’t say I’m sorry to have heard these, how about you?

Do you have a scary story to share? The comments are open!

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People Discuss the Mental Illnesses That Get Unfairly Stereotyped

There’s been a big effort in recent years to de-stigmatize mental illness in general, which is fantastic.

We’ve come a long way in talking about depression and anxiety, and with normalizing talking therapy, but when it comes to some mental illnesses, the stereotypes are still going strong.

That’s definitely the case with these 16 illnesses, and knowledge is power.

16. It will break your heart.

I have gender dysphoria and as a teen I starved myself to look more like a boy and so that my menstrual cycle would stop (amenorrhea caused by weight loss.) I also felt dirty and being thin made me feel clean and empty.

I hated myself and wanted to not exist. I literally wanted to starve myself into nonexistence. Vanity didn’t enter into it.

15. It’s paranoia, not always voices.

Schizophrenics don’t always hear voices. With mine, I hear people trying to break down my door, trying to open my windows, and movement under my house.

Schizophrenia often involves extreme paranoia rather than evil voices; my Bio Psych professor told us how her BIL, if off of his medication, believed that if he left the house for any reason someone would break in after he left to unplug the fridge and spoil all the food.

14. Sometimes there’s no reason.

Mood/anxiety disorders do not need an objective reason for occurring – you don’t need to have a shit life to be depressed or to be in at any actual risk of something bad happening in order to have anxiety. They can just happen randomly or in connection to things that happened far in the past.

Therefore, the common notions that someone is ungrateful for being depressed or having anxiety or that they’re faking it because they “have no reason” to suffer from them is absolutely flawed and the attempt at “fixing” them by pointing out the good things in somebody’s life is futile and antagonizing.

13. OCD gets co-opted often.

OCD is not about being tidy and clean. It involves rescuing, intrusive thoughts and obsessively cleaning is just one of OCD related compilations. It can seriously f*ck up someone’s life.

An example would be turning a light switch on and off 30 times once entering a room or you fear something terrible will happen if you don’t.

It really annoys me when someone calls themselves OCD because they like a clean kitchen.

12. This makes me angry.

If you get angry and go off on someone they ask, “are you off your meds?”

11. If only it were just that.

That depression only makes you sad. There is a myriad of other feelings, and physical symptoms.

10. Most people are just average.

Mental illness does not make you particularly dangerous or a genius.

9. And it gets worse with stress.

Not everyone with Tourette syndrome randomly yells out obscenities.

8. Usually they do.

That crazy people don’t know they’re crazy.

7. It can happen to anyone.

Most people with PTSD and/or CPTSD haven’t been in the military or a war zone.

6. It’s hard to spot.

People with anxiety being highly strung, or nervous about things.

It can manifest itself in that way, but it’s more like there’s always something at the back of your mind that needs doing, but you’re not sure what. Even if you know what that thing is, you can see the end goal, and maybe even the steps to getting to that goal, but staying on that path requires you to fight with self doubt, and the “what ifs” that plague your mind when you’re on the way there.

Also, you can appear quite well adjusted in social situations, but in downtime, overthink every fucking thing.

5. OCD takes over your life.

It’s not liking your pens in color coordinated order- it’s feeling like if this ‘contaminated’ pen touches that one, your sister will die.

If you don’t hit the light switch an odd/even number of times, you’ll die.

The rituals can literally take over your life, and you know they don’t make sense, but you can’t stop.

4. Sometimes you can’t cry.

Depression isn’t being sad all the time and crying a lot.

Parts of it can be but it’s different for everyone.

Personally, I don’t cry often and I’m not overwhelmingly sad, I just don’t feel things. Everything feels numb.

3. It’s much more complicated than that.

That eating disorders are a vanity thing.

And that people with an eating disorder only “want to be skinny and get attention ”

And that eating a banana is going to heal you.

2. Don’t judge a book by its cover.

Anorexic people aren’t all skinny teenage white girls.

I’m an average weight, adult man and it drives me crazy how hard it is to find support in the professional world because I’m “not thin enough”

1. Depression is rough.

The sheer exhaustion and feeling of weight. On particularly bad days it’s like I’m wearing a 50lb weight on each limb and a 100lb vest.

People love to say “Exercise and nature will cure your depression!” but it got to the point where I had to stop going to the gym because I was routinely leaving in tears halfway through my workout because I just could not physically or mentally do it anymore.

I have days where I can scarcely physically get out of bed. And all those things that are supposed to give you good endorphins – exercise, fresh air, sunlight, food, even sex… They leave me even more exhausted and miserable.

Now that we know better, let’s do better.

No one likes to be stereotyped, after all.

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