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People Share the Absolute Scariest Stories They Know

Scary stories are perfect for every time of year, to be honest, so even if you’re thinking they don’t quite go with the holidays, well…I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong.

If you love creeping yourself out, these people have got you covered, so grab some popcorn and enjoy!

17. Nope. Don’t like that.

This story is called 13.

Timothy was riding the train home. It was dark and he was the only one in the train as far as he could tell.He sat down, put in his headphones and opened his notebook. 12+1=, he wrote, but that’s as far as he got because he heard a noise. He looked up and there, sitting in a seat that had been empty before was a little girl. she was at the end of the car so Timothy reckoned he just hadn’t seen her. He sat back and closed his eyes, but a minute later, he opened them again, and there the girl was, sitting in front of him.

“Hello.” she said. “My name is Annie.”

Tentatively, Timothy looked around, then turning to the girl he said, “Hi. I’m Tim.”

“Hello Tim!”

They sat there in silence until a few minutes later Tim said, “Annie, do you hear that sound?”

“No” Annie innocently replied.

“Oh okay, I must be hearing things.” Tim concluded.

A few minutes later he asked again, “Annie are you positive you can’t hear that noise, it’s louder now?”

“No, I can’t.”

“I sounds as if it’s coming from outside.”

“Is that so.” Annie replied.

Reaching toward the window Tim said, ” Here let me stick my head out the window and try to hear it better.”

“Alright.”

“Annie come here with me, it’s louder.”

So the little girl stuck her head out the window to listen, but as she did, she felt a cold hand grab her from behind and shove her out. Timothy chuckled as the girls screams faded away. He opened his notebook to it’s last page. 12+1= 13.

16. Not bad, not bad.

Every few days when I look into the mirror, I see a new person next to me. They have a face of terror, and are gone the next day. This has been going on for a few months, but I still refuse to move out of this apartment. One day, when I looked into the mirror, I didn’t see a face of terror. I saw a calm person, just looking. I then realized that the people in the mirror were real this whole time, for the figure placed down a book. They wrote-

“Who are you?” and so I replied.

“My name is Natalie Dean.”

“You mean, the one who died here, 4 months ago?”

That’s what stopped me. The people I had seen weren’t the ghosts or spirits, not even my imagination, and they weren’t trying to terrify me.

I was the dead one, and I was the one putting terror on their faces.

15. That’s dedication.

A man and his wife were hiking in the mountains. It got dark and they hadn’t found their way back to their car yet. They decided to look for a spot to stay the night, like a bed of dry leaves or a grassy clearing. They came across an old shack. They went inside and found the bedroom. They fell asleep, but woke up only a few hours later to the snapping of a twig.

The man asked out loud “Who is there?” No reply.

He said “Clap if there is someone there.”

No reply. They were just about to fall back asleep when they heard a loud CLAP.

The man said “Alright, clap once for no and twice for yes.”

Clap! Clap!

The man said “Are you a man?”

Clap!

“So you’re a woman then?”

Clap!

The man looked nervously at his wife.

“Are you human?”

Clap!

At this point they were very scared. The man had just one more question.

“Are you alone?”

Clap!

The man was quiet for a while.

Finally, he said “Clap once for each of you out there.”

There was silence for a moment.

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14. This is not at all normal.

So on the last Halloween that I dressed up (creepy Alice in the Wonderland) I was walking with my friends when we walked passed the park.

Now the park has a huge green hole and it’s pitch black. Me and my friends were talk when we heard laughing out in the field. I stopped but my friends didn’t really care. Then all of the sudden a horde of clowns appears and grabs me off the sidewalk.

I scream and my friends are trying to get me away from them but there were too many of them. At this point the clowns are laughing and pulling me farther into the dark field. I started crying and the creepiest clown frowns and wipes the tears of my face making me flinch into the person behind me. The clown asks if I really know what it’s like to really live in the dark.

I cry some more then my dad comes out of nowhere and grabs the guy that is holding me and punches him then I fall onto the ground. My mom comes out of nowhere and pulls me to her and we get out of the horde. The police are there and I had to go to the hospital to calm me down.

Apparently the horde of clowns were all sex offenders and they were going to take me away to a motel where another dozen of sex offenders were. There were a total of nine clowns in the field and eight more at a motel 2 miles away. So moral of the story is stay home lol.

13. The witching hour.

Usually when I slept at midnight nothing happened, but when I slept earlier… Well, let me tell you.

It started one night, probably around the month of January. I live in this small house so there wasn’t anything that creepy until night fell. As I walked to my bed, I could see a shadow behind me, not mine, but a shadow looking like a demon.

In order to determine if nothing was there, I returned and looked at the shadow but found nothing. I came back to bed and layed down. As I turned around, I saw something really weird. I saw a doll-like shadow with glowing eyes. I turned the other side and then again back to see that the shadow was gone.

I finally turned off the lights, hearing strange sounds as I slept.

12. Just say no to the Ouija board.

I decided to go with my friends last Halloween and you just have fun together. we were gonna go to a haunted house then go trick or treating then have a sleepover. my friend, let’s call her friend1, said we could have the sleepover at her house. my other friend, let’s call her friend2, got us tickets to a haunted house so we were all ready to go and have fun.

friend1s parents were not home but we were fine with that. we went to the haunted house and trick or treating and things were normal. but when we got back to friend1s house that’s when things got…weird. friend2 brought an ouija board so we could “contact the dead”.

we were playing with the ouija board and we jokingly asked if someone was there. it moved to yes and we started to snicker because we thought someone moved it. we asked if it was a nice ghost and it moved to no so we started to joke more about the ghost. we stopped playing with the board and went to watch scary movies.

we were in the middle of jaws when friend2 got up to get a snack. a few minutes later we hear a loud scream me and friend1 go to see what had happened and friend2 was freaking out we asked what was wrong and she said she had seen someone in the house. we were home alone. we looked around where she said she saw the person but no one was there. we told her she was probably just tired so we decided to go to bed. I woke up at 2 in the morning because I smelled something.

I got up off the floor(where I was sleeping)and went towards the smell. when I got closer I realized it smelled like smoke and fire. I ran and woke up my friends and we ran out of the house. friend1 grabbed her phone and was calling 911. I turned around and looked at the house and saw that half of the house was now on fire.

I looked around then noticed that in the window of the attic of her house was a tall black figure.when the fire department arrived I look at them and then looked back at the window and the figure was gone.luckly the fire department got in control of the fire and me and friend2 got our stuff back. but we never found out what had caused the fire.

11. Never eat something you can’t identify.

Once there was an old hermit living alone in his cabin in the woods with just him and his hunting dog, rover. One day he went out to hunt and gather his dinner, he had only found some fruits and berries so dinner would be small that night. But just as he was going to turn back he came into a clearing, where a great black beast with a jet black coat and a long thick tail lie. Before he could thing he raised his hatchet and brought it down on the beasts tail. The beast helped in pain and glared at him with its piercing red eyes before running off into the brush.

When the man got home he had a great meal from the beasts tail and ate better than he had in weeks, he soon fell asleep with a full belly. But later like night he was awoken, he could hear a scratching coming from the door “??????ℎ, ??????ℎ, ??????ℎ” he was frozen stiff with fear “??????ℎ, ??????ℎ, ??????ℎ, ?????“ the door clicked open and the great beast from before stalked into the room and climbed onto his bed in a ominous scratchy voice it said “???????, ???????, ?ℎ??? ?? ?? ????????“ “I don’t know where your tailypo is! Rover!” He yelled at his dog, the dog leaped the beast and chased him out until he could hear no barking anymore.

He went back to sleep, but not an hour later he heard scratching again “??????ℎ, ??????ℎ, ??????ℎ“ this time coming from the roof “??????ℎ, ??????ℎ, ?????“ he heard at it jumped down his chimney into his unlit fireplace. It crawled onto his bed and stood over him it’s massive jaws curled in a smile, to show of its needlepoint teeth “???????, ???????, ???? ?? ???? ?? ???????“ it said. “ I don’t have your tailypo!” Pleaded the man “????“

The next morning when rover came back to his masters house all there was was a pile of rubble, but in around the rubble he could make out a faint voice “ ???????, ???????, ??? ??? ??? ?? ???????“

1o. That ending!

I hate it when my brother Charlie has to go away. My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is. That I am lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like undammed rivers.

When I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering his confine to a dark room in an institution. I always beg for them to give him one last chance.

Of course, they did at first. Charlie has been back home several times, each shorter in duration than the last. Every time without fail, it all starts again. The neighborhood cats with gouged out eyes showing up in his toy chest, my dad’s razors found dropped on the baby slide in the park across the street, mom’s vitamins replaced by bits of dishwasher tablets.

My parents are hesitant now, using “last chances” sparingly. They say his disorder makes him charming, makes it easy for him to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for him into thinking he is ready for rehabilitation. That I will just have to put up with my boredom if it means staying safe from him.

I hate it when Charlie has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he is back.

9. Never ask for ice cream.

Once there was a king with 6 daughters, ages 2,4,6,8,10, and 12. One day, he took his daughters to the basement of the castle for “ice cream”. He locked them in cages.

The oldest was in the smallest cage, and the youngest in the largest cage (reverse claustrophobia thing). A few days later, the queen asks where her children are.

The king decides to take her to the basement to show her the “heaven” he had put their children into. When she got down there, she saw her children caged up like animals. Her husband then hit her head against the cement wall five times. she died in that basement.

So did her daughters, in a few days.

How do I know this? My great-aunt was a worker at the castle, but she escaped. And now, the king goes around the kingdom, looking for his next victims.

8. Stay away from mirrors.

There was this one mirror at my grandparent’s place at the end of a long and narrow hallway. At the other end of the hallway, there was a bathroom, and the mirror faced it directly. For some reason, every time I went at night and turned on the lights of the bathroom, I had the urge to check the mirror, like I was being watched by someone. It gave me the creeps.

One night, I went to the bathroom as I usually do and checked the mirror. It reflected light but very dimly. It felt odd. I took a glance at the kitchen, which was to the left of the bathroom, and saw a completely black silhouette in the moonlit room. I noped the hell out of there back into my room, and started sleeping with a knife under my pillow (like it would help.)

The place gave me nightmares, and flashes of some bizarre imagery. For example, when I was trying to sleep, an image has struck me that my grandpa was staring at me looking like a demon, with a wry, evil smile. I jumped and looked around, and the doors of my room which led me to the hallway were slightly opened. In the crack, there was pitch blackness, and I got a strange feeling someone was looking at me directly in the eyes.

I hated the place when I was a kid. I still look behind my back at that mirror even to this day.

7. Dog warning.

Sams parents often go out late at night and leave her at home, so they bought her a dog. She was a snow white lab so they named her Snowflake. Snowflake was a great comfort to Sam when she was home alone.

One night after lying awake for an hour or so, Sam heard a dripping noise. Drip. Drip. Drip. Sam went downstairs and turned of all the taps. Before she climbed back into bed she stack her hand under her bed, where Snowflake slept, and Snowflake licked it.

After tossing and turning, Sam heard the drip, drip, drip again. This time she went outside and turned off the hose and sprinklers. She went back upstairs and stuck her hand under the bed again, when Snowflake promptly licked it.

After trying to fall asleep again she heard it. Drip. Drip. Drip. This time she located the sound. It was coming from the closet.

She opened the closet door and saw Snowflake hanging from the rack, her blood dripping onto the ground. Smeared in blood on the floor were the words, “Humans lick too.”

6. Kids and their summoning.

So lately I’ve been hearing about this Slenderman guy, partnered with Jeff the killer, from my friends at sleepovers. As time passes, my friends talk about Slenderman and Jeff the killer more and more.

“Guys, let’s just stop talking about something that doesn’t exist!” I said in exasperation.”Or….we try to summon one of them…” Sasha replies, smirking.

“I don’t know about that…” Lila whimpers. “I heard that being killed by Slenderman and Jeff the killer is pretty brutal.”

“It’ll be fun!”
“Okay…”

As Sasha goes to get the supplies to summon the nonexistent creatures, I roll my eyes. We could try but they will not come. They don’t exist. Right?

“Alright, here we go!” Sasha squeals cheerfully. Lila looks a little pale but she follows Sasha and I into the dark forest.

Sasha lays out several different knives and hums a disturbing tune. One sounding like in one of those movies where the killer is right behind the victim. The humming lasts for five long minutes. I start to feel uneasy. A few moments of silence follow the humming.

“Ugh, screw this, let’s just go home,” I say, annoyed that I was forced to summon something that doesn’t exist.

A few hours later, Sasha, Lila and I are watching a scary movie(the Human Centipede movie).

“Yo, I gotta pee,” Sasha mutters. “Must’ve been that soda, am I right?”

Lila and I roll our eyes. Sasha’s being incredibly obnoxious tonight.

Sasha goes into the bathroom.

“Lila, you don’t REALLY believe in Slenderman or Jeff the Killer, do you?” I ask.

“To be honest, not really,” she replies. “I only act like it so Sasha can tolerate me.”

We sit in silence for a few moments when a thud make us jump from our seats.

“Oh ,God, that came from the bathroom” Lila whimpers.

“Check on her!” I hiss.

Lila tiptoes to the bathroom and flies back to me.

“Sasha’s dead” Lila gasps. “Her body is mutilated, and her head’s gone. Where her head should’ve been is this black goop. There’s blood on the walls saying ‘go to sleep.’”

“You mean…”

Lila widens her eyes and nods, tears falling down her face.

“Well, let’s go then.”

We walk out of the house when Lila says she forgot her phone.

“Okay, just hurry up…” I whisper.

Lila walks in the house. I can tell somethings not right when she turns around, eyes turning into saucers. The door opens but it’s not her….

“RUN, JASMINE, RUN!!!!” Lila screams as black tentacles grab her and pull her in the house.

I start running and I don’t stop until I’m back at where we tried to summon Jeff the killer. This is horrible. My friends are gone, I don’t have my phone, and all of our parents are out of town.

Tears stream down my face.

Suddenly I start hallucinating. Lila’s throat being slashed. Sasha’s dead headless corpse hanging in my room. I wonder where her head went.

I start to feel as if someone’s watching me. I look around and no one’s there. I suddenly feel the breath on my neck. My hairs on my neck stand up as he says “Go to sleep…”

I turn around and there is a man with bright red cuts on his pale face. His eyes are filled with blood lust. I notice he has something in his hands, something round. Slender man appears right behind him. I look closer to see what is in Jeff’s hands and I realize something….

It’s Sasha’s head…

“It’s time to go to sleep…” Jeff says creepily.

Slenderman inches closer to me and then my world goes dark.

5. The real ones are the scariest.

I was on a 15 hour bus trip from the Yucatan to Chiapas in Mexico with my family. It was late at night, and after several hours of driving we stopped at a gas station to go the bathroom, grab snacks, etc. It would have been like any other trip, however I noticed there was an unusual amount of police. When we got back on the bus, the driver informed us that the police had received a tip that our bus was being targeted for a robbery by Mexican bandits. They would escort us.

We drove and drove for hours up a nauseatingly winding road, on the side of a cliff. One police truck in front of us, and one behind us, armed to the 9’s. I was on high alert, but after a while I dozed off. That was, until the bus came to an abrupt stop. I remember peering out the front window, and seeing a series of large rocks placed strategically across the road. Everything was dark, save these rocks being illuminated by the bus lights.

If the police hadn’t been there, this is what would have went down:

Step 1: Bus driver disembarks, tries to remove rocks.

Step 2: Mexican bandits kill bus driver, or holds hostage.

Step 3: Bandits board bus.

Step 4: Rob, Rape, Kill.

I was 17 years old, white looking female, (I’m a halfie, and the rest of my family is Mexican, or looks full Mexican) and even then I knew what would have happened to me. Kidnapping for ransom would definitely not have been out of the question, and rape a high guarantee. We were in the middle of nowhere on a bloody fucking mountain. If the policia weren’t there, would I be here to tell this story? Probably not.

4. Chills!

Aaron wasn’t sure if the chill that went up his spine was from sudden drop in temperature, or that he had spotted ??? in the mirror.

And he wasn’t sure if her appearance and the sudden drop in temperature were related.

He wasn’t even quite sure who she was. She just kept appearing in places that he went to, staring blankly at him.

Most of the time Aaron paid her no attention, but this time, it was different. She just couldn’t be in the musty old basement with him.

He turned slowly around, and as he did, the lights started dimming. By the time he was facing the other way, everything around him was pitch-black. Everything, except of course, the eyes staring back into his.

3. Never anger a lady.

There was a wife of a samurai, and she was very beautiful. Her husband discovered she was having an affair and flew into a rage. He took his sword and slit the sides of her mouth and said “who will find you pretty now?”

She died and became a malicious spirit. She appears as a beautiful raven-haired woman wearing a surgical mask and a brown trench coat. She typically chooses children as her victims and will only appear to you if you are alone.

If you are walking alone at dusk or night and you see her standing under a streetlight, she will approach you and ask you if you think she is pretty. Say “no” and she beheads you. Say “yes” and she will tear off her surgical mask, revealing her hideous gash.

She will ask again. Say “no” and you will be cut in half with a giant pair of scissors. Say “yes” and she will take her scissors and deform you so you have a gashed mouth just like her. If you run she will catch you.

The only way to escape is to confuse her long enough for you to get away.

2. Try not to scream.

2020.

1. Singing kids. *shudder*

It was an average night at camp. They were showing us the lion king as they did every year. Me and my friends were bored, so we sneaked off into the woods right before hakuna matata.
We made a fire, and started telling stories.

Nancy went first. She told a pretty good one about a girl who died in a horrible car accident and came back from the grave. Then Scott went. His story was about a spider that bit somebody in their sleep and turned them evil. It was so bad.

Nancy started joking around and threw a spider into the flames, exclaiming that it would “come back and bite us in our sleep!” we all started laughing. Then it was my turn. I was halfway through my story, when Nancy stood up. Her eyes rolled back in her head, she grinned a strange grin.

We told her to sit down and stop playing around. But she didn’t. Instead, she started to sin…. “Brothers and sisters, they nights grow cold. Come with me to the fire~”. As we watched, she walked to the fire, and threw herself into the flames. We tried to scream, to get up and help her, but we couldn’t. It was like we were turned to stone. All we could do was watch her burn, all the while singing. “Brothers and sisters, the nights grow cold. Come join me in the fire~.”

Suddenly, Scott stood. His eyes rolled back, just like Nancy’s. He began to walk to the fire, singing. “Brothers and sisters, the nights grow cold. Won’t you come to the fire~.” With that, he plunged into the flames. “Brothers and sisters, the nights grow cold. Come to us in the fire~.”

I tried to resist. I stood. I walked to the flames, and heard myself singing. “Brothers and sisters, the nights are cold. I shall come to the fire~.” I felt the flames engulf me. It hurt-it hurt so bad. All I could do was sing. “Brothers and sisters, welcome home. Welcome home to the fire~”.

We burnt in agony through the night. We couldn’t die. Just sing in the flames. Only at dawn did we die. They found the bodies later, all burnt and black with ash.

We watched as they collected what was left of us and took them away. We couldn’t leave. All we could do was walk through the woods, unable to be seen. All we could do, was sing. “Brothers and sisters, The nights grow cold. Come with us to the fire~.”

I’m properly freaked out now and I’m not complaining!

Which one of these was your favorite? If you can top it, share your own tale with us in the comments!

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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?

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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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