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The Saki Chain Letter tells the story of a deformed Japanese girl who took her own life because of bullying. They say that she is looking for revenge and kills anyone who does not share her story. (This is translated from the original Japanese). This is a photo of a Japanese girl who was in Junior High School. At the age of 14, she committed suicide because of bullying. Her name was Saki and she was born with a severe deformity. She had only one large, bulbous eye. She kept her face covered with her long black hair to hide her shame. From the time she started school she had to endure bullying because of her appearance. Every day, the kids in her class made fun of her and called her horrible names. Not only did she suffer bullying in school, but she was also bullied by anonymous people on the internet. They left vile and disgusting comments on her social media pages. Some of them even told her to kill herself because she was too ugly to live. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. One day, instead of going to school, she climbed up to the top of an abandoned building and tied a rope around her neck. Then, after she had scribbled a quick note, she jumped off the edge. The force of the fall yanked off her head and it was tossed into the air. Her body was discovered lying on the ground in a pool of blood. Her head was never found. On the roof of the abandoned building, they found the suicide note she left behind. It simply read: "Thank you for all the pain." When Saki's mother heard the news about her daughter's death, she was devastated , but then when she found out the reason for her daughter's suicide and she was outraged and immediately went looking for those responsible. She wrote a message and sent it to all of the students and teachers in the Junior High School. Here ât" is the message the mother sent: Are you the one who killed my precious Saki? Are you the hateful person who took my daughter's life? If you are, Saki will have her revenge on you. You will die just as she died. Send this to 10 people in the next 24 hours. If you do not, it means that you have a guilty conscience and you are one of those vile people who bullied her. Saki will know. Saki will come. Saki will kill. The guilty must be punished." Within days, every student in the school had received this message. 10 of them were found dead under mysterious circumstances. Their heads had been torn off their bodies. They were all students who were guilty of bullying Saki. None of them had forwarded the message. At first, the police suspected Saki's mother. They arrested her and took her down to the station for questioning. However, in the end, they had to release her because there was no evidence against her. Want more information? Go to this page :-https://www.scaryforkids.com/saki/

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theTITAN_1246

Camping trip

Last year i went camping with my summer camp which was a thing only people in the teen group could do. It was me, 10 other girls and two facilitators. On the first night I saw one of my tent mates looking for something in the morning she said she never got up that night. The next night something a bit stranger happened I needed to use the bathroom and for safety reasons I had to bring two other people with me. I used the bathroom left talked to them on the way back and then I couldn't find them after that. After 15 minutes I heard them and my sister calling me, to them I didn't leave the bathroom and I just disappeared. I'm still in contact with them and they swear that I never left the bathroom to this day. Some other strange things happened that trip like the sky going pich black and after the bathroom incident I felt like something was watching from the nearby field.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14z2j1y/camping_trip/

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rat_of_stupudity

When Things Go Too Far...

I’m sharing a very real and tragic story that happened to an old friend of mine about a month ago. Since the investigation and court proceedings are still ongoing, I will be using alternate names to protect the privacy of the victims involved. The reason I know so many intimate details about the event is because my co-worker’s fiancé was one of the detectives who was assigned to the case. Small world, huh? For a brief backstory, I met the victim through a mutual friend, who I will call Mia. Mia and I became friends in college because we took several classes together. We don’t share many common interests, but we have years worth of history, jokes, and common experiences, which have kept us connected over the past several years since we graduated. Mia was heavily into fetish art, which was one interest we did not bond over (no pun intended). If you’re unfamiliar with fetish art, it’s where somebody dresses up in BDSM clothing for photoshoots, performances, and/or conventions. From what I know, Mia was not into BDSM play, but rather the artistic expression and aesthetic. I don’t understand the appeal, but I don’t judge her for it. To each their own. Back in college, Mia invited me to a university party where I first met the victim, who I will call Bianca. When I met Bianca, she was a stunning girl in her early 20s with an effervescent personality that only added to her glow. Bianca had this energy about her that immediately put everyone at ease, no matter the situation. I don’t want to lean into stereotypes, but the prettiest girl in the room isn’t typically the kindest or most welcoming, yet Bianca was all three. I learned that evening Bianca was also a member of the fetish art community, which is how she and Mia became friends. I ran into Bianca at a few more parties before we graduated, but we lost touch post-graduation. Mia and Bianca had remained good friends after college due to their involvement in the fetish art community, but Bianca had become very distant and reclusive over these past seven months since she started dating her new boyfriend, who I will call Griffin. Griffin was terribly possessive, controlling, and emotionally and physically abusive. He would use BDSM as an excuse to abuse Bianca, but because Bianca wasn’t allowed to communicate openly with her friends and family, no one knew how dangerous her situation had become. Flash forward to the present; I received a text from Mia on a Sunday asking if I remembered Bianca from college, which I confirmed. Mia then let me know that Bianca had been reported missing. Bianca and Griffin were supposed to attend an event together on Friday but never showed up. Some of the event attendants tried to contact Bianca, but no one could reach her. Shortly thereafter, Bianca’s phone’s location had been mysteriously turned off. People called and got a hold of Griffin afterward, and he said he had no idea where Bianca was and that he had been waiting for her to come home so the couple could head to the event together. Griffin’s response was a major red flag since he always knew Bianca’s location due to how controlling he was. Griffin would spy on and abuse her if she lied or tried to see her family without permission. He never allowed Bianca to go anywhere without him, so how would he suddenly not know where she was? Bianca’s family was contacted very early Saturday morning and informed that Bianca had been missing since the night prior and suspected something terrible had happened. Since her family had to wait 48 hours from the time of her disappearance before filing a missing person’s report, the police did not start investigating until Sunday; that is when Mia texted me the news. The detectives immediately went to Griffin’s apartment, but he refused to grant the police entry without a search warrant. For whatever reason, Griffin was under the impression that the detectives wouldn’t be granted a warrant, which is pretty ridiculous considering he was the only suspect. Because Griffin assumed his interaction with the police was over, he didn’t attempt to flee. Contrary to his assumption, the detectives easily got a warrant, returned to the apartment, and found Griffin naked in the kitchen, wearing yellow rubber gloves and laying down a black tarp on the floor. Surrounding him were several tools, such as a bone saw, Lysol wipes, goggles, industrial tape, and vacuum seal plastic bags. Also in the kitchen, the detectives found a blood-soaked duffel bag that smelled like, and I quote, “the most vile and pungent mix of feces, decaying fish, sulfur, and sweat.” The detectives immediately arrested Griffin for attempting to conceal the murder of another person, which later became a charge of first-degree murder. As I’m sure you have guessed, Bianca’s body was inside the bag alongside a bloodied ballistic knife, which Griffin purchased illegally. Bianca’s head was decapitated, and her body was covered in various cuts, with shattered ribs and a broken trachea. If you’re wondering why Griffin kept a dead body in his apartment for three days, I’ll let you connect those disgusting dots on your own... Apparently, Bianca and Griffin had been engaging in BDSM play, and Griffin indulged in his deepest and darkest fantasies. Sadly, Bianca was on the receiving end of his evil. After Griffin’s arrest, all of Bianca’s friends and family discovered that Griffin was a registered sex offender and had already been incarcerated 8 times for sexual assault, drug and weapon charges, and aggravated assault in the span of 9 years. I look forward to knowing Griffin will spend the rest of his life behind bars when he gets convicted of his senseless and lustful acts. Bianca was a beautiful and pure-hearted person whose murder could’ve been prevented if her friends and family noticed all of the red flags and acted to rescue her from her situation. I will close my story with a simple call to action. First, please pay attention to the behavior of your loved ones. Sometimes people can’t vocalize their desperate need for help, but there may be behavioral clues instead. Secondly, please always remember to do a simple Google search or background check of your future partners before going in too deep to back out. If Bianca had simply looked up Griffin’s name and history, she might have avoided such a gruesome and untimely death. I’m thankful that Bianca’s beautiful light shined in my life, even though the duration was brief. I hope her family finds the peace and justice that they deserve. Rest in peace, Bianca.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14ynw2z/when_things_go_too_far/

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StarryMarquis

The woman in the window

This is not my story, it’s my boyfriends, but I thought it was so creepy I have to share. My boyfriend grew up in a small town in India. He lived in a small gated community and he was at the end of the street, next to his house was a forest. One night he woke up, took his blanket and pillow to the couch, and turned on the tv, he then fell asleep. In his own words, he described what followed as an out-of-body experience, similar to a lucid dream. His consciousness seemed detached from his physical form, as if observing himself from a surreal vantage point. There he was, fixated on the television screen, which emitted nothing but a static haze. No TV show, no movie—just static. Strangely enough, he found himself transfixed. He then woke up and felt a wash of fear and quickly walked down the hallway to get to his bedroom. At the end of the hall outside of his bedroom was a window. He looked out the window and saw a woman looking back at him standing at the edge of the forest. I asked him what she looked like. He says she was tall, had black hair and was dressed in white. He said her mouth was hanging open. They stared at each other for a bit before he ran into his room. He fell back asleep and in the morning he assumed it was all a dream. Until he walked out of his room and saw his pillow and blanket in the same position on the couch and the static channel on. Man that gave me the chills.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14y5xjy/the_woman_in_the_window/

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Lilbixchh

Almost got kidnapped

So, this is one of my first posts, so bear with me if it’s not the greatest format 😅. If there’s a better subreddit to post this under please let me know. This happened in my childhood neighborhood when I had just turned 18, I used to ride my bike around the neighborhood for hours at a time and listen to music, it was my escape from reality, as opposed to reading or playing video games. My neighborhood was a circle, similar to a cul de sac, except there were to points of entry to the neighborhood and there were houses on the inner and outer side of the circle. I had been riding my bike there daily (except for winter months) since I was probably 13. I never had any problems then, only the random fast driving car or run-away dog, but no shady people. Anyways, I was riding my bike around the block like normal, and saw that a neighbor was having her driveway redone. I thought nothing of it and passed the house a few more times before one of the men working flagged me down and stopped me. I was raised way too polite and honestly was a little socially dumb so didn’t think anything of it and engaged in conversation with the two men, staying cautious by keeping my distance and foot on the pedal incase I had to bolt. They asked me a few joking questions and I responded as politely yet bluntly as I could before excusing myself and biking back home, which my house was visible from the neighbors house. My dad kept guns in the house and I knew how to use them in an emergency so I didn’t think twice about them knowing. A few days pass and I’m biking around the block again, as I turn a corner I see one of the guys parked in my drive way, a gold car with the dual rear sided mirrors, like what some cop cars have. I felt a pit form in my stomach as I passed my house, trying not to show I was freaked out. I came back around the back side of the neighborhood and saw that he had moved to the house he had been working on. He parked in the middle of the road and got out of the car, both his drive and back driver side doors were open and he stopped me, me once again being the naïveté idiot I was, stopped but kept my distance like before . He asked if I wanted to to go to lunch with him and I said no thank you, and that my dad was waiting for me at home. He said that he didn’t see my dads truck which was true, he wasn’t home at the time, and I said he had parked it in the garage, and that he was working on and I said I’d help. I pedaled off as fast as I could. I never saw his car again but I still get freaked out anytime I see a car that has the dual rear view mirrors. I told my parents about it that night and they said that I should have got to lunch with him, joking or not, I was not okay and that made me feel so much worse.

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BrobinHood01

3 Floating Heads

I saw three floating ghosts head when I was in kindergarten. It happened when I went to my teacher's place about less than a mile near local step cemetery. My mom told me when I was a kid I have this "gift" where I can "see" ghosts etc etc and I once had an imaginary twin friends but ig not really just an imaginary bc I still remember their names but its a story for another time (if anyone interested) Anywaaaaay when I first arrived at my teacher's nothing unusual happened but I felt this uneasy feelings but I just shrugged it off. Then I told my mom I wanna go to the bathroom but she wanted me to wait in the bedroom first. I saw this bunk bed in my teacher's bedroom and I was excited bc its my very first time seeing it so I went to the top bed and I kid you not I saw three floating ghosts head. I swear to God it was so real I still remembered their ugly faces so I'm gonna explain how it looks like. Its a pocong, a kuyang and an ugly-terminator-like ghost. In my local hometown there's this infamous ghost where they wrapped up muslim dead people in a white cloth like material and tied the end of it with a rope (if you dont wanna see how it looks like just search "lontong" bc it looks like that dish but imagine it as a local ugly ghost) and If I'm not wrong you have to unwrap the rope before you buried the dead and if not, they will haunt you asking you to unwrap their rope (its sounds silly but its kinda scary) and also kuyang is a ugly face "creature" with only its head connected to its internal organs (liver, stomach, intestines) and I still remembered the intestines hanging around just chillin. The last is just a random dead people ugly face. It really looks like one terminator that Arnold Schwarzenegger (i googled how it pronounced) barbecued so yeah its a melted face with burning scar all over its face and its gross. I screamed like I just witnessed ghosts (real) my mom and my teacher just freaked out asking me what happened. I didn't just casually said that I saw ghosts but I asked to leave while I'm ugly crying. My mom tried to calm me down and we stopped at a local market and drank some water then I told my mom what I saw. After I calmed down a bit, we went back to the place but we werent come inside and my mom apologized for leaving too soon bc my condition (I couldnt stop shaking) and my teacher apologized too. I remembered a neighboor asking us why did I cry so my mom told her and she said that someone just died and they bury the corpse yesterday (theres no connection to the ghosts I just saw but ok) So yeah thats the very first time I saw real ghosts and I thank God I cant see it anymore bc I'm easily startled and I dont like when people just surprised me outta nowhere let alone ghosts I would peed my pants. Pardon my english its my third language.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14xdiai/3_floating_heads/

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qrisevans

Dreams Really Came True

(Edit) For clarification, if I use "G", I'm using the first letter of my name for context of quotation that will be used later on in the story. When I was a teenager my mom LOVED buying antiques for cheap at thrift stores. She was admittingly a little…too obsessed, and sometimes I didn’t like the things she considered to buy or the things she brought home. I’m a Christian, and I also believe I may be just slightly in tune with the spirit realm, even though I desperately try to snuff it out because I don’t like the things I’ve seen or heard in my childhood apartment. Sometimes the antiques gave off a really negative energy, I’d feel physically just, creeped out, icky, nauseous, or tired, especially if we went to multiple thrift stores in a day. My mom bought these absolutely beautiful decorative crystal balls she put in a bowl as our table’s centerpiece, instead of wax fruits (she finds wax fruit tacky), but I never liked the way they made me feel. One night, after the purchase of these crystal decorations, I had the WEIRDEST, most vivid dream that I was in New Orleans, about to go on a haunted house tour. I was at a café and talking to this black woman in a yellow dress and sunhat. She told me she was a psychic, and so was I. She told me it was a gift, but I had to be careful. She also warned me that once I went on the haunted house tour, that NO ONE, no one in my family should touch ANYTHING inside the house, or else we’ll be haunted. So in the dream I go to the haunted house with my mother, father, and brother, and it was a lovely house. But before I could really explore, I hear a crash and my brother say “oops!” I turn around and my brother had broken a vase near the house’s entrance. The door was open, and I see the black woman walk by, and she gives me this knowing, haunted glare, like I had just made the worst mistake of my life. Then I woke up, but something was off, it was the middle of the night, because I could hear my mom snoring, pitch black, and there was something fuzzy on my nose. Somehow, even though last I checked it was bunched up and left hanging on some furniture before bed, my bathrobe had mysteriously been draped over the front of my person, completely FLAT and smooth, like a tarp over a dead body. I was scared to death and so confused. I complained to my parents but they tried to talk me out of it being some sort of haunting. There were also some stereotypical events that happened soon after, like unexplained breathing, footsteps IN THE HOUSE instead of the ceiling (we live on the bottom floor). The next thing I remember is my mother and I talking, she was sitting in her lounging chair and suddenly she complained about a nasty smell. I told her I don’t smell anything. And I KID YOU NOT, the MINUTE I said that, I felt a MOVEMENT, and ENERGY leave my mother, and walk up to me, and sit on me! And I immediately smelled rotten eggs! My mom says she felt it walk away from her! She also complained that sometimes she thought dad had come home and would be talking to her out of the corner of her eye, but he wouldn’t be home. Things came to a head a few nights later. For context, we were getting up at around 6:00 a.m. that morning because my mom and brother need bloodwork done because they have an autoimmune diseases and they weren’t leaving me home alone. But basically, me and my mom had this little “ritual” where she’d try to wake me up, I’d mumble and complain and roll around in bed, she’d pull the sheet off, turn all the lights on, etc. It was kinda funny, and normally I was able to sneak in 5 more minutes of sleep. But this night, things were wrong. I was awoken from a dead sleep by a voice, that sounded like my mother whispering “G, it’s time to get up.” My mother never whispered, I never noticed that detail until afterwards, so I kinda mumbled and rolled over in my bed, never opening my eyes. And what happened next? Nothing. No lights turning on, no louder “Come on G it’s time to wake up!”, no pulling my blanket forcefully away. Just…breathing, like, angry, huffy puffy breathing, like my mother was truly ready to be mad at me, ready to strangle me. Then footsteps stomping out the room. I was very confused by this reaction, I thought about it for a while, I wondered if she was going to leave me alone at home. So I checked the time, it was 3:00 the fuck a.m. I spent the rest of the night sleeping in my parents room, and my dad performed an exorcism the next night. . I had to turn a light on writing this, I still feel so chilled and sick recounting the events even now. But even after the exorcism my mother complained about strange happenings, talking to my father when he wasn’t home, smells, etc. So she decided it must be the crystal balls, and she picked them up to try to throw them away, and one quite literally FLEW out of her hand and landed on the floor. She claims it felt like someone snatched it out of her hand. But she still threw them out, despite the paranormal protest. The activity stopped pretty much immediately after. I still live with her now because I'm in college and this economy made it impossible to find a job or move. But let's just say whenever my mom wants to bring home used furniture I talk her ear off in protest, and remind her how she traumatized me with her crystal balls...

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14wh17w/dreams_really_came_true/

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RoseTintMyWorld22

(true) Not the ending you're expecting

Several years ago, my family lived in a sketchy area of a small town in South Carolina. Our neighbor two doors down was a well known drug dealer, and there were always shady people walking up and down our street and through our yard late at night. Now my fiance is a night owl, and I worked nights, so we were always up late. My daughters weren't in school yet, and thankfully liked to sleep in as much as we did, so it wasn't uncommon for he and I to be up at 2 or 3 in the morning watching tv and playing internet poker. We didn't have curtains or blinds on most of the windows, so it was obvious that we were awake and in the brightly lit living room that late at night. Everyone in the neighborhood was also familiar with our two oversized Czech German Shepherd dogs. Our female was around 160 lbs, and our male was around 120 lbs. They could also both be seen through the window at night by anyone looking in. So for a few weeks, we'd been having issues with hearing sounds outside at night, but when we went to check, typically the person would be gone, and we'd find nothing but a prybar near the window where they'd been trying to get in. By the time we moved from that neighborhood, we had a collection of them that we'd found around the outside of our house. What couldn't be seen through the windows was that my fiance had drilled holes through both wooden frames of each window, and then had them held in place with three inch nails, so they couldn't be opened without taking the nails out of the holes. One night, we were sitting in the living room at around 3 in the morning, and we hear a sound at the window directly between our two computers. The dogs are sitting in front of the window just growling and staring out, and when we looked outside, we could see a guy trying to pry the window open. We both stood in front of the window, staring at him, the dogs were barking, but he was so drugged up apparently he didn't notice any of us there until my fiance knocked on the window. He ran off, and my fiance headed out to collect his prybar. We figured that would be the end of it, but the next night, the same guy was at it again, at a different window in the living room. The process repeated, with my fiance knocking on the window and scaring him off, and then collecting the bar. When he showed up on the third night, we decided we'd had enough. This time, instead of knocking on the window my fiance went outside without alerting him. So this is what the guy trying to break into the house saw. First, my fiance steps out onto the porch. He's 6'5", but skinny, and uses a cane a large portion of the time, so despite his height, he appears pretty nonthreatening. When the guy noticed him there, he didn't try to run this time, apparently thinking he could take him. They stared each other down for a few minutes, and when the guy raised the prybar like he was going to move towards my fiance, all hell broke loose. My fiance, despite using a cane, is fast when he needs to be. In an instant, he'd popped open the front door, releasing both of the dogs, and at the same time pulled a machete out of the back of his pants and took off after the guy. So here this guy thinks he's got an easy target, only to be chased down by nearly three hundred combined pounds of snarling teeth and muscle, and a crazy, skinny white guy with a machete. I've never seen a crackhead run so fast. All I can say is, housebreaking drug addict guy, for your sake, I hope we never meet again.

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LinearEqualist

(true) I lived in a haunted house for over a decade

When I was eight years old, my family moved into the house I grew up in. It wasn't an old house, and no one had died in it, and it didn't even feel creepy. Just an average suburban house in your average southern suburbs. The way the house was set up, when you came in the front door, there was a hallway with two bedrooms and a bathroom to the right, the large living room in front of you with a half wall separating it from the dining room to the left, and the kitchen on the other side of the dining room. Where the kitchen and the living room met, there was another small hallway, and the master bedroom, a bedroom that was used as an office, and a bathroom, and then breakfast nook leading to a laundry and utility area at the end of the kitchen. My room was to the right of the front door and down the hallway past the bathroom with the other bedroom on this hallway used for storage mostly as I was my mother's only child, and my half brother and sister didn't live with us and rarely came to visit. The first time anything really happened in the house, I was about nine, and had lost my last tooth. Still being a kid, of course the tooth fairy was expected, so when I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a figure standing in the middle of my room, I assumed it was the tooth fairy. It was bald, and only about three or four feet tall, about the size of an average child, standing completely still in the middle of my room. I remember my parents telling me that if I was awake, the tooth fairy wouldn't leave me any money, so I rolled over and went back to sleep. When I got up the next morning, I excitedly told my parents that I'd seen the tooth fairy the night before. I described what I'd seen, but they told me it was just a dream. For the next several years after that I continued seeing and hearing minor things in the house. When I was home alone, cabinet doors would open and close, I'd hear dishes being moved around in the kitchen, or catch movement out of the corner of my eye. The most common was often at night I'd wake up to see a young woman hovering over my bed. She was dressed like the Rosie the Riveter character from the old posters from the 1940s, with the red and white bandanna around her hair and a denim shirt. When I would see her, she'd stare at me for a few minutes and then slowly float over my body and out through the wall behind me. I was never afraid of her though. When I was about twelve, my parents divorced and it was just me and my mother living in the house. By the time I was in my late teens, my mother was rarely home, and my house became the hangout for me and my friends, most nights everyone gathering together to play Dungeons and Dragons or something similar after work. One night we were hanging out, but didn't want to play, so I pulled out a ouija board I'd picked up at the local toy store a few weeks before, wanting to try it out. We sat in my room to play with the lights out and the door closed, and it went pretty normally, nothing crazy happening for the most part. The only strange thing that happened was at one point we asked something like show yourself, and at that point we heard the front door open and close, and heavy footsteps come down the hall towards my room. The handle of my door started to turn, and one of the guys jumped up and locked the door before it could open. We didn't hear anything else, no footsteps moving away from the door or anything, and after a little while we turned on the light and opened the door to see if my mother had come home unexpectedly. The house was empty and the front door locked. We decided we'd had enough of the game at that point, put it up and everyone went home. A few weeks later, we were hanging out at my house again, this time playing Dungeons and Dragons, though one of the girls that usually came had to work late and had classes in the morning, so she'd said she wouldn't be coming. While we were sitting in the living room to play, at around 2 in the morning, suddenly we heard footsteps run across my wooden front porch. It sounded like someone very short or a small child running quickly. Everyone in the room heard it, and we had a conversation as to if our friend had changed her mind and had just arrived as she was very short, and it made more sense than a child running through the neighborhood at that time of night. When she never came into the house, we all got up to look and there was no one outside and her car wasn't in the yard. Her boyfriend, who was with us gave her a call, and verified that it wasn't her as she'd just arrived home on the other side of town and was headed to bed. Around this time, the activity in the house picked up. I saw shadow figures with red eyes often in the living and dining room of the house, footsteps and other noises at all hours of the day or night. I started waking up in my room to see hooded figures standing near my window and door. It was around this time my half brother, who I was close to passed away. It was sudden, and I hadn't seen him in years as he'd gotten into drugs, and my mother had decided to keep me away from him because she didn't want him to be a bad influence on me. After that, I'd wake up hearing his voice saying my name in the middle of the night often. On a whim one night, I sat down and typed out a letter to him on my computer that was in my bedroom since I was home alone that night and was bored. Now this computer was hooked up to an old dot matrix printer, one of the really loud kind that makes all kinds of racket when it's running. After I wrote the letter, I felt silly for it, and deleted it without saving or printing it and shut down the computer before I went to bed. Around three in the morning I woke up and my bed was soaking wet. At first I thought my puppy had peed on the bed because he was too small to get down, even though he was housebroken and I'd taken him out just before bed. I got up to let him outside and change my bedsheets when I realized the wet was just water and it was more than a tiny puppy could have made. On my way to take my blankets to the laundry room, I passed the bathroom in my hallway and noticed the light was on, even though I'd turned off all the lights before bed. There, sitting on the counter was a pitcher from the kitchen, with the inside still wet. When I was really young, my brother used to wake my sister and I up by throwing water on us because it made me laugh. When I got back into my room and started making my bed, I noticed a piece of paper laying on top of my printer. It was the letter that I'd written to him and never saved or printed. The computer was still shut down and the printer was off, but it'd been printed out, torn off the printer and laid on top of it as if someone had read it. The normal things like this continued for a few years when I lived there off and on before turning dark shortly before I moved out of the house for good. The hooded figures appeared more often, I woke up one night with the feeling that I was being stared at, only to roll over and see what looked like a rotting corpse a few inches from my face, and one night woke up to a hooded man standing at the foot of my bed with my bedroom door open when it had been closed before. He held up his hand and a ball of blue light appeared in his palm, which he threw at my face. He and the ball disappeared just before it hit me, but the room was so cold that I could see my breath, on a normally hot southern summer night. When I was in my early twenties, after I moved out for good, I had one last experience in the house. My mother hadn't been to the house in months and was preparing to sell it. I'd told one of my cousins about the things that had happened there through the years, and he decided that one night out of boredom, he and a friend of his would pick me up to go ghost hunting in the house while it was empty. We each had a camera, and he had a voice recorder that we brought. We set the recorder in my old bedroom, and spent an hour or two wandering around the house taking pictures. When we got done, we came back to my room and sat to listen to the recording and discuss all of the nothing that we'd found. On the recording we could hear our voices moving from room to room and talking about how my cousin's friend's camera had a "sexy" shutter sound, and the fact that my camera stopped working almost as soon as we walked in the door. About twenty minutes into the recording, when we could hear all three of our voices echoing from the other side of the house, a deep voice that sounded like it was right up against the microphone on the recording spoke "GET THE FUCK OUT". We immediately obliged. I found out a few years later that my mom actually had several experiences in that house with waking up to find an older man in his 50s or 60s looking through her closet, or seeing him just wandering around the house. When she'd say anything or get his attention, he'd turn around and look at her, and then vanish. She always thought she was just dreaming or something, but with everything I saw over the years at that house, I can't help but think it was something else.

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LinearEqualist

[TRUE] I saw a ghost in my bedroom

Just to let readers know, I am a female. It was Thursday and I had an alarm for 6:00 am because I had school. I woke up to my alarm blasting in my ear, I grabbed my phone and turned the alarm off. I was awake now and was glued to be bed so I decided to go on Instagram. That's when I saw it, someone standing 1 foot away from me, my vision was a bit blurry but I could see what she was wearing, she had long hair and a nightgown with flowers, her legs were so pale. She was in front of my brother's bed moving side to side gently while looking at me. I was paralyzed, I couldn't move. I went under my covers and started rubbing my eyes and when I accidentally scratched myself, that's when I realized...I wasn't dreaming. I pulled my covers off and she was still there. All I could do was call for my brother's name. For my brother's privacy, we'll just call him jack. I whispered while crying, "jake use your flashlight!" I said this about 5 times while crying louder. He heard me on the 6th time and he woke up and grabbed his flashlight. That's when she vanished and my dog woke up. I was still scared and crying, I told my brother what happened and I still went to school. When I came back I told my mom and what she still chills me to the bone, she said a woman had died in our house, she used to live with her son. When she died her son moved away and my mom rented the house. I'm no longer comfortable being in this house.

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lmao_Rebekah

[TRUE] [FICTION]

I am starting a new YouTube channel and would love read your stories on my channel.

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DeconstructionistSon

[TRUE] Was he holding a knife..?

This story took place my sophomore year of Highschool. I was 15 girl, young for my grade; it was a Wednesday in the winter. I joined the honor society at my school, besides meeting and talking about how to help my community we also had to meet at 7:20am, which was 25 minutes before school, since I wasn’t a morning person, missing more time to sleep was always frustrating, that’s why I was always late, which on this day I was running late. Being 15 I couldn’t drive myself to school, so I had to have my grandma, who lives with my mother and I, take me to school since at this time my mother would be in the bathroom, putting on makeup before work. My grandma opened the garage with a button on the garage wall; both my grandma and I got into her car which was parked in the garage of course. Once closing the door she would pull out into the drive way. Now, she looked back towards the front windshield to pull out to the right towards the street to our coldisac.. and I screamed to stop and she quickly slammed on the brakes. There was a man, tall about 6ft., dirty blonde looking hair, wearing all black. He was only illuminated by the headlights since on winter mornings it was pitch dark and today it was raining. I noticed something in his hand. Being the observant person I was, I thought I saw a black handle.. The man didn’t look at us, explain, himself, or wave a hand to say sorry.. he just stopped in front of the lights for about 3 seconds before continuing to walk through our yard towards our neighbors house, we watched him dissapear in the dark. I live in a neighborhood where we all know each other and watch out for each other. We all own about one acre of yard. Recently my neighbors have been having work done around their houses with taking down some trees and fixing up there house. So my grandma with her heart of gold continued driving as we discussed what just happened. She assumed that he was just a worker. I knew he wasn’t. I told her I thought he had a knife and she brushed it off, saying “maybe it was a worker holding dust pan or a shovel, he could have just been using out yard as a shortcut.” But no. Something told me I had to warn my mother. So I began trying to text my mother, but no texts were sending, nothing was going through. I texted “lock the door.” But when it went through, she didn’t understand, she questioned me saying “what why?” At his point I called her, quickly explaining the situation and yelling at her to bolt lock the door. She did; and not a second later he opened out screen door and tried to open our doors handle, when it didn’t work he tried to kick the door down.. my mother then called the police, I don’t know how quickly the police arrived.. but we live in a small town so I assume the response time was fast. When the police arrived she told them what happened and they write up a report, later that morning, the man was found a couple roads down, he tried to get into some other houses too when he ended up getting into a house and a man had chased him out with a shot gun. He was caught and arrested.. found with a large butcher knife. Although this isn’t an extreme story, it always holds a lot of what ifs.. what if I hadn’t been late, what if I hadn’t gotten ahold of my mom.. and the biggest one of all.. What if I wasn’t late and my grandma would have asked him if he needed help. I’m now a junior in Highschool and it’s been about a year, but the affects of this encounter still haunting me. I’m afraid to be alone, I will double check or even triple check locks, and listen intently to the sounds of my house when trying to go to sleep, if I hear something I’ll try to go check it out. He’s made me paranoid, but I guess my fears are rational, who expects their own home to be the sight of a creep encounter.

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jezikat

Run When I Say Run! (Scary True Story)

This is a true story that happened during an evening winter walk on Cape Cod, Massachusetts. This is an original (Smoking Owls Tales) text. I have written it based on a personal experience from many years back. I also narrated the story myself. I would love it if you listen to the story on youtube. (https://youtu.be/aVPm63woyAY) Run When I Say Run This is a true story that happened several years back when I was 13. This was a time when I was growing up in New York. We actually had a summer house on Cape Cod, and spent every other weekend there. If we could. Cape Cod is a peninsula off the East Coast of Massachusetts. It becomes very busy, even crowded, during summertime. But during the winter season, it becomes empty. The majority of houses in our area are owned as summer houses. So during winter, the houses are still there, but the people are not there. In contrast to New York, there are only street lamps on the single main road in this town. The main road goes from the town center to the beach. Aside from this road, all the others are dark and very black at night. Also, Cape Cod extends out into the Atlantic from the mainland, forming a bay, Cape Cod Bay. Not only can one watch the sunrise over the Atlantic Ocean, but can watch the sunset over Cape Cod Bay on any given clear day. Another effect of being surrounded by ocean is that there is very little man-made light at night. The stars are so clear, that the milky way is clearly visible spanning across the sky on clear nights. This story happened during the vacation period between Christmas and the new year. The Christmas celebrations were finished. There was plenty of leftover turkey and pumpkin pie. We got a bit of cabin fever with all the Christmas food and family on one evening. My older sister who is 7 years older than I, 20 at the time, came up with an idea to take a walk to the harbor, which was about a 20 minute walk from our house. The harbor can be fun because we can walk out on the docks and walk among the boats. While I was a bit creeped out to walk around a deserted beach town on a cold winter night, I also thought it would be fun to get out of the house and maybe even be exciting. We headed out. Across the street from our classic cape cod cottage, is a field with a forest at the other end. At night time, I would also have a little fear that there could be a psycho watching from the tall grass. Perhaps he would have an ax. But while it kept my nerves wary, I knew it was my imagination. But still, icy wind blowing on tall grass is a perfect setting for some horrors. Add to this a moonless sky with a million sparkling stars and the milky way above, and the horror setting is at level Stephen King. We walked out to the main road, went a bit down the road and then turned to walk down a side street that leads to the street that dips downhill toward the harbor. This side street runs along the backside of a long hotel. It's more like a two level motel, painted light yellow, that has a pool. It is well situated in town, so can be full of life during summer. On this December eve, the hotel was closed for the season, completely dark and several windows are covered with plywood for protection. My sister mentioned that a hotel that spans an entire block, but is partially boarded reminds her of a horror movie. Like one of those slasher films where the characters make all the wrong decisions and walks into the worst of dark places, just to find their worst nightmare come true. At the end of the street with the hotel, we continued to the left, which is a long road downhill through the woods to the harbor. This isn't a pure forest, because there are houses set back from the road, with an occasional driveway. Many of the driveways have reflectors, on a rock, a fence or just standing on a metal stick. These reflectors reflect back the headlights from cars. I mention this because, we could not see any of them or anything. It was pitch black in the wooded area, and the road seemed to continue into the black. Come to think of it, we had not seen a single car or a single person or a single sign of life since we left our house. my nerves were on edge. I was only 13 at the time, and although my nerves were screaming I tried to stay calm, because I wanted to seem tough to my sister. The woods along side the road were particularly nerve-racking. The trees come right up to the asphalt on each side of the road. They provide many opportunities to hide someone or something. The houses beyond the woods were dark, because rarely did vacationers come here in winter. I started to notice that my sister was also starting to lose her nerves. And that's when I felt it. I felt a flush of energy move up the back of my neck. It makes it feel like the hairs are sticking out on end. This is a feeling I get when I am being watched. It's hard to describe this feeling, but I still get it today, sometimes when someone is looking at me from behind. It's either some kind of sixth sense, or it's just my imagination working with some intuition. We were now midway into the wooded area, down the hill towards the harbor. I was starting to lose my shit, and was just about to stop pretending not to be freaking out and tell my sister, let's go back, when she suggested it. She said, 'It is late, maybe we don't have to go all the way to the harbor?' I replied back, 'ja, plus it's kinda creepy and dark down there.' The back of my neck was shivering, and I felt my body shutter as it wrestled between acting relaxed and flipping the switch to fight or flight mode. My sister replied, 'ja, very creepy, come on, let's go back to the house, we can see the harbor tomorrow.' We turned around, and she grabbed my hand and we started walking fast back up the hill. I remember that she held my hand so tight, it hurt. And my sister never holds my hand, I can't think of another time she did this. And this is were the story takes a deep dive down the rabbit hole. As we got towards the end of the wooded are, my sister screamed out 'I've got a knife and I'm not afraid to use it.' And she did not lose any rhythm of her fast walk while saying this, we crossed a street now, and headed onto the street with the backside of the closed two level motel. My sister continues speed walking and looks back. She let out a little panic noise and looked back again. She then commanded me 'don't look back.' I was utterly freaking out at this point. Aside from the eerie vibe of the dark empty street and my own inner panic, I had not actually seen anything out of the ordinary ...with the exception of my sisters completely insane behavior. Then she said, 'when I say run, you run, ok?. 'OK' We were almost at the main road, a block from our street, and she said 'RUN!' We booked it. She let go of my hand and both broke into the best sprint we could do. I could hear our foot steps banging the asphalt, and could also hear several other steps banging in the distance. We cut around the grass area to a shortcut toward our street and ran through the front yards of our neighbors house to make a bee-line for the front door of our house. We made it. We both ran in and locked the storm door, which is mostly glass. I was panicking, but not sure if there was anything or if we were just going crazy. It was a strange transition from outside, which was terrifying to inside the warm lit house which seemed safe. I was questioning what happened in my mind. I could sense that my sister was also questioning herself whether there even was a threat or we both just lost our minds out there. I asked my sister what she saw, and she said there was a man that was standing at the edge of one of the driveways. We walked right by him on the way back. She said that when we were behind the hotel, he crossed the street and was following us. She said he was looking right at us and although we were walking very fast, he was gaining on us. She explained that it doesn't make sense that a man would be standing out there in that dark wooded area. Honestly, I really don't understand what happened that night. I am not sure how much of what my sister said is true, if she was seeing things or not. One thing for sure, I realized that I prefer walking to that harbor during daylight.

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Smoking_Owl

Dreadful Phone Call

[True] Having enjoyed the scary story channels on youtube, I have created my own: 'Smoking Owl Tales'. I have narrated some stories from Reddit, and have started writing down my own stories from personal experience. I will start with this one that had me (as a child) and a couple friends run out of a house and stand in the dark & cold fearful to go back in. You can also listen to my spoken words on youtube. https://youtu.be/p6EkAFQ3RU0. There's also other scary stories on the 'Smoking Owl Tales' youtube channel. https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCMfphfoHtsdCt7QQ16_d0vw --------------------------------------------------- This is a true story that happened to me long while ago when I was 10 years old. This story happened in a small town in the leafy suburbs North of New York City in Westchester County. It didn't happen at my house, but at the house of one of my good friends at the time, about a walking block away from where I live. This is one of those towns in Westchester where there are huge suburban houses set among Oak and Maple trees. It was a safe neighborhood where I knew the owners of each house by name. The houses were generally quite large, with multiple floors and several bedrooms. The house where this scary story takes place was extra large. It was not the shining hotel large, but it was a large colonial house with 5 bedrooms on the second level. The family living there had five children ranging from 10 to the upper teenage years at that time. The night this happened was a dark cold night. The parents were out with dinner plans that evening and I was there visiting my friend Byron, who is also 10, and his older brother Jacob, who was 12. These are not their names in real life. It was just the three of us in a one large house on a dark night during October. I knew this family quite well, so felt very at home in their home. We were just goofing around that night, playing some games, and watching TV. Three kids in a large empty house. So this where the night becomes creepy. The three of us were in the kitchen with the lights on bright. It was around 11.30 at night. So it was late, but not super late. The phone rang, and Jacob, acting as head of the household at 12 years old, answered, 'Hello'. We then saw Jacob get a peculiar look on his face and hesitantly said 'just a minute' and then did something a bit odd. He rested the phone down on a chair. This was one of those wall phones from the 1990s. I don't think people still use those in 2018. In any case, he put the phone down and just left it and walked upstairs. I remember thinking it was a strange thing to do, but still could have a reasonable explanation. I looked at Byron, and he also had a curious WTF type of expression on his face. We were quiet for a few seconds and both our facial expressions showed signs that we thought this was peculiar and odd. In a few moments, Jacob is going to be running down there stairs in a panic screaming for us all to get immediately out of the house. But before we get to that part, here's what happened upstairs. Jacob climbed the stairs and went into his parents room, where there is a table top telephone. This is one of those old corded phones, where you pick the receiver and hold it to your ear. Not exactly an iPhone 10, and there was no way to know who is calling. Jacob picked the phone up and said 'OK, I'm upstairs, what's up.' A few moments went by with dead silence and Jacob asked, 'hello?'. Then the voice came, it was calm but cold. 'Jacob, there's a bomb inside your house and it's going to blow any second now.' Click. The other end had hung up. He dropped the phone, and felt panic rush through his body. He ran out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and started screaming 'get out of the house, there's a bomb in the house, there's a bomb in the house'. We saw Jacob at the bottom of the stairs running and he did not waste any time heading straight through the foyer and outside and down the stone path that leads away from the house and out to the street. Byron and I ran with confused fury also. Jacob stopped running when he arrived at the other side of the street on the sidewalk. We looked across the street at this huge house, looking very eerie on the dark night. The house had several lights on, and the front door was open, and it was empty. There was no one around. The neighborhood was still and quiet. It was just us, three kids, the oldest 12 years old, standing there on an cold October night at almost midnight, scared out of our wits, and waiting for the house to burst into fire. I was feeling chills through my body and chills on my skin from the dark cold air. Our jackets were just in there, and we could just go get them so easily, but thought the house could blow up at any second. Jacob explained what had happened on the phone call upstairs and that he thought it was his uncle Jerry. But now didn't think it was his uncle Jerry. It was bizarre that the caller knew he answered on the ground floor and told him to go upstairs. How could he know this? We thought that maybe he told Jacob to go upstairs so that he wouldn't have enough time to get out of the house before the possible explosion. We stood there. We waited. We were scared. We were cold. We thought the large boxy empty illuminated house on this dark night would soon be in flames. Or that there was a chance it would be in flames. It never blew up. But we were still afraid to go inside, because maybe it would blow up then? Eventually, we went to the neighbors house. The father there, didn't seems as scared as we were, but he did call the police. The police searched through the house, and Byron and Jacob's parents also arrived home. I see The whole things was some kind of practical joke, a prank call, and there was never a bomb. We never found out who made the call, and Jacob to the day still has no idea who it could have been, and still says that he, at first, thought it was a friendly call from their uncle. There are a few pranksters in the neighborhood. Actually we were among the biggest pranksters in neighborhood. Still, doesn't explain how the caller knew Jacob was on the downstairs phone and that there was another telephone upstairs. And further, it seems like the caller knew who he was speaking to. Who would do such a prank that is so sinister to a few vulnerable kids home alone on such a night.

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Smoking_Owl

[TRUE] My terrifying encounter in a Soviet Red Army war tunnel.

I’m a tall, yet extremely skinny guy, and I’m 21 years old. I was 20 years old at the time, and it was the week before the presidential election in the United States. I felt a lot of anxiety about the election, as I live in Manhattan and there are a lot of crazy people in that city who act as if the entire world is going to end over one simple election. So, feeling exhausted from both that, and my university, I decided to visit my friends in Moscow. I’m half Russian, and have an apartment in the city center of Moscow. I had never been in Russia while it snowed, and luckily during this time it was snowing. The city looked beautiful, and the vibe I had from the city was perfect. I felt so calm, safe, and the whole world around me just seemed so quiet. Unfortunately, I had severe jet lag and fell asleep around 5PM Moscow time that day. My friend went home to get ready for her classes the next day, and I woke up around 3AM. I could not fall back asleep, so I decided to go outside and take a walk around my area while it calmly snowed. I walked around the dead empty city in my district, and took in all of the beautiful architecture and snow falling down heavily. I don’t remember for how long I was walking, but I crossed a bridge and entered deeply into a neighborhood I was not familiar with. I thought it would be okay, as I was in my district, and sort of remembered the way back home. I eventually came up to this ginormous entrance of a block unit, with a beautiful gate on it. The gate was opened, so I decided to step inside. It looked like a small little compound, or something similar to it. If anyone is from Russia, they probably know what I’m talking about. Everything was dead quiet, and the trees canopied in the square complex. To the right was an extremely tall building, with a ginormous door. I peeked inside, and saw a lightly dimmed lobby (typical Russian lobby vibe) with a blinking fluorescent light. I held on the door, and to my surprise it was unlocked. I entered into the massive building, and looked around. I saw many stares wrapping around in a square leading up, a small typical Russian elevator, and to the right of the stairwell stairs that led down. The door at the bottom of the stairs was open. I absolutely do not know what came over me, as I am not one to adventure alone - but as I stated earlier, everything felt so beautiful. The quiet vibe of snow covered Russia had me feeling so peaceful, and I decided to just tip toe on down into the basement to take a closer look. I walked into the room with the open door, and threw on my flashlight on my phone. I saw an extremely long tunnel, and I could not see the end of it. I felt threatened by it, and got extremely uncomfortable. I decided it was best for me to leave. When I turned around, the only light that was entering the tunnel was from outside of the doorway. I saw standing in the door a black silhouette. I quickly understood it was the outline of a person, who was at least 5 inches taller than me. So I would say he was about 6’5”. He was massive, and my stomach dropped so hard with my heart beginning to beat super quickly. He started to speak to me in Russian, but as my Russian isn’t fluent, I did not understand everything he said. “I’m sorry, I don’t speak Russian” I said to him in Russian. “You speak English?” he said in English to me. I told him I did, and he asked me if I knew where I was. “No,” I told him, as my mind started to fill up with a lot of different scenarios, one of which with me having to run down this tunnel and getting lost to avoid him if he chased me. “These tunnels used to be used for Red Army soldiers to move from one place to another during the war”, he explained to me. “This whole building used to be a bunker for Red Army soldiers”. I said “Aaah” to show some interest, and began to move towards the left while facing him, in attempts to get him to move out of the doorway. “This whole place is now apartments. I have one on the top floor. You should come see it!” he said to me. “It’s quite late, and I think I should be going!” I said. However, he grabbed my small wrist with a lot of strength, and led me towards the stairs to go to the main floor of the lobby. “I have a view you’ll love”. He called the small elevator, and if any of you have ever been to Russia - you’ll know exactly what type of elevator it is. The type that can barely fit two people. He began telling me about how he just got back from Chicago, and that his “husband” loved Chicago as well. This started to have me panicking, as I thought to myself that there would be another man up to where he was bringing me - and I would have 2 men overpower me. Once we go to his room, I looked at this massive studio apartment he had. He had only candles to light the room, with a lot of tapestries dividing it up, with both the candle and moonlight shining through it to create a super eerie vibe. I looked out his window as he instructed me, and I have to admit - the view was amazing. I got a panoramic view of Taganskaya, and of the Kotelnicheskaya Embankment Building. I then started scoping around, looking for an opportunity to get out of there. “Where is your husband?”, I asked. He looked at me, and laughed - “Oh, he’s dead!”. He then picked me up, and I asked him what he is doing. He brought me into another room, and began to touch me inappropriately. He ran his hand down my back, and took my phone from my back pocket. I did not realize he did this, as I was just in horror as this man licked me and said explicit things in Russian. I tried to pull away, but it made him squeeze and corner me even harder. After about 10 minutes of this, he told me to wait a moment. He went into his bathroom, and in this moment I immediately sprinted over to the door. There were no lights, so I went to pull out my phone for the flashlight, only to my horror the phone was missing from my back pocket. I almost nearly had a heart attack as I realized I would have to go back into that bedroom to get my phone. I darted back into the room, and saw my phone lying on a couch he had next to his bed. I grabbed it, and ran for the door. I unlocked 2 locks on one door, and when I opened that one, there was an outer door. I managed to get it open. As I ran out, the adrenaline was so high in me, I ignored the elevator and went straight for the stairs. I ran around in circles down it for what seemed like forever until I finally reached the bottom. I practically leaped down a few steps to go out of the lobby and to the main door I had entered from. It wouldn’t open as I pushed as hard as I could on it. I then began to start sobbing to myself, and cursing. The thought of me having to go back into that tunnel to hide again from him came over me, and I almost began to accept that as a reality at this point. I quickly tried to pull myself together, and noticed the typical button you should press to disable the magnet that holds the door locked. I pressed it, heard the monotoned beep that follows, and fell out of the door and into the snow. I never understood why characters could not pull themselves together when running in horror movies, always falling on themselves. But in that moment, I did the same - and I sort of understand it now. I treaded through the thigh high snow, and to the main road by exiting the complex. I sprinted ignoring my lungs screaming for air down the main road, only slowing down once I reached a bridge that lead me to my street. Once I got inside, I sat in my bed for two hours nearly shaking before I told anyone about it.

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hxctom

THE PROVINCE WITHOUT OLD PEOPLE

It’s summertime again. To be honest, I don’t like staying at home during this season. My mom had always been nagging me to look for a summer job, which I really don’t like. I’ve been studying for the whole year and now I’m going to tire myself to work again for the rest of my vacation? Come to think of it, I heard that my aunt has a wide beautiful farm. According to Dad, Aunt Eliza is really good in taking care of it, thus the fruits of her labor had always been that bountiful. I decided to stay there for a while and chill. The best part of staying at Aunt Eliza’s is that I get to see my pretty cousin Mana. She’s cute and all, but of course she looks at me only as a cousin. The eldest, Johann, treats me like a big bro. It’s really cool staying here. The only thing I really wonder about Aunt’s place is that the town is not as populated as the other provinces. I guess you could say people are moving and going in the nearest cities. Living in a province is indeed a tough thing, especially if you’re like me, a city guy, who enjoys malls, bars, game rooms and different establishments that are deprived to be seen in a faraway town. Nevertheless, it’s a good place. “Since you came all the way from Manila, I guess you should try out our new harvested tomatoes. They’re really tasty!”, Uncle Fred said. Aunt Eliza quickly took them out from the basket and washed them, and then placed them well in a plate. As I munched the first one, I quickly had the delicious taste of the tomato. It was juicy and for some reason, the taste was intoxicating. Mana and Johann was laughing at me and told me it’s as if it was my first time eating a fresh tomato. I just smiled and continued eating. Early in the morning, I helped Uncle Fred cleaning the house and tended the water buffalos. I kept wondering, why do I feel as if I love helping them more than how I do with my parents? I guess Aunt Eliza is just that kind. I went with her and my cousins pick out the strawberries, potatoes and Soursop fruits. “I thought Dad was just exaggerating but, it’s really true! It’s a whole lot!” I told Aunt, and she just laughed. Mana and Johann laughed with her, as they know it was some form of compliment for their hard work. “Well, you see, the land here is really nutritious. It’s as if it is blessed by the heavens. You can see how it is a bit darker than the usual ones you walk on, right?” Aunt replied. “Yeah?” “We don’t use too much fertilizers. We don’t use sprayers that aren’t organic, it ruins the taste of the fruits and crops. I believe you know what I mean. The strawberries around your place isn’t as tasty as the ones here,” she continued. That I have to agree. I mean, sometimes the strawberries are sappy, the apples are cotton and such. I guess this is the reason why my aunt’s crops aren’t the same as the ones commercialized out there. Dad is once a farmer and he himself told me that most farmers now are not always producing organic products anymore. “I noticed none of them even got blighted,” I continued and helped aunt carry the heavy basket of Soursop as we traversed the path to their house. “All I can say is that it’s a blessing,” she replied and smiled at me. It’s my fourth day when I decided to walk around the town with my own. Mana said she’s going to the farm to remove the weeds while Johann is busy studying for his upcoming college entrance exam. As I was walking on the road going to the local market, I saw a few teenagers chatting on a rundown bench. I tried to wave at them and smiled. They smiled back, but I can see that they’re wondering who I am. I went near them and tried to make friends. “My name’s Diego. This is Marina, Linda, Jason and of course our fat friend Tony,” said the oldest as they laughed at their friend. “My name’s Daniel. Daniel Sparks,” I replied and started talking with them in the bench. I learned that they were born and raised in the province and they were chatting about something creepy. “You’re from the city so you probably heard of it,” Jason told me. “About what?” I wondered. “Well, old people are rare here. We were once featured on the television and radios, because this place rarely has old people around. You said you’re Tita Eliza’s nephew? They still look so young, despite their age.” Come to think of it, Jason’s right. I never saw much old people around. I only saw people under their young and middle aged years. “Yeah which reminds me, where are the old people around? Are they taken to the home of the aged or something?” I asked, and roamed my questioning eyes to each of them. “That’s what we were chatting before you came. They just…disappear,” Marina answered. She had a gloomy mood after what she said. “Disappeared?” “You see, they just do. We tried to ask the local police and the town sentries to look for them, but they were unsuccessful. It became a tradition. The old people accepted that they would just disappear and die along the way without getting buried,” Diego continued to explain. I just chuckled and shook my head in disbelief. This story they’re telling me is ridiculous. “I know it’s hard to believe, but you can ask the local police for the records,” Tony dared me. I was rather unbelieving, but Tony had a very convincing look. I just never had the chance to see a province that would just accept their death as disappearance and such. Weird. I wonder why Aunt Eliza wants to live in this place. I went back with full of questions in my head, but at least I’ve got new friends, albeit they are younger than me. “Ah, how was your stroll?” Aunt Eliza asked. She was washing the dishes as I entered the lounge and joined my cousins and Uncle Fred. “I made friends with some teenagers around town. Though, what they were saying is an unbelievable story,” I answered. “Unbelievable story?” asked Johann. “Well one of them said that there are no old people around here because they went missing. I noticed most people here are youngers or middle aged like Aunt Eliza though.” Both Aunt and Uncle looked at each other. My cousins too. After a while Uncle Fred laughed it out. “They just want to scare you! It was a rumor going around but really, they are buried on the cemetery that’s for sure,” he said after. “Yeah, just don’t mind them. I am sure they convinced you with their serious faces,” Johann seconded. After that, the idea never got into my head again. It’s my last day before going back home to the city. Aunt Eliza invited me to the local fair market with the whole family but I said I’ll be here for a few hours and just follow them after. The curiosity got into me. I went to their farm and tried to marvel at the crops. It was just so abundant. I looked at the soil and my aunt was right, I can see that the soil is not abused with any kind of fertilizer that might ruin the taste of the crop. Chicken dung, a few moringa leaves and compost were the only ones I see mixed in the soil. “What’s this, cat hair?” I murmured as I noticed there were a few hair strands along the soil I just held. I tried singling it out and I noticed that the hair is long for any kind of animal I see in the whole town. I took the lighter in my pocket and started blazing it. A familiar smell entered my system. Human hair. A chill down my spine made me tremble for a moment. But I am sure this is just my aunt’s hair that probably fell. To convince myself of the case, I tried wandering my eyes. But I was rather countered by what I saw. There were more of those hair I just saw. It was mixed in the soil. I went back at the house and grabbed a shovel. I went back the farm and started digging. It was not just some kind of a joke. This is reality. It was not a deep one, but I saw human bones and wormed flesh! I tried digging on the other parts of the farm and more was I convinced that what I thought of is what’s happening. The missing people are used as the fertilizers! I tried to compose myself and fixed what I dug. I went back at the house and called the local police. “Police station, hello?” “H-Hello, I just want to confirm. Is it true that you have a long list of missing people here, normally old aged?” I asked. i don’t know if the officer noticed my not so composed voice. “Ohhh, another journalist? Well yeah, we’ve got around forty already. Who knows, next year it’d be fifty.” “I---I just want to report where you can find those missing people,” I said, without hesitation. “What? Are you serious? What do you mean by that?” the officer asked, curious and based from his tone, he wants to know, quick. “Just come---“ I was not able to continue what I was about to say when Aunt Eliza and her whole family stood on the door looking at me. She was holding a basket of tomatoes. “Oh, so you’re still here, Daniel? I thought you might like our freshly picked tomatoes. We went to the farm just now before going back here,” said Uncle Fred. THE END

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-janrae

long legged monster

Once I heard the other stories of these long legged monsters I remembered my experience with one. My sister and I were having a sleepover in my room. We slept on my bed. My bed was right next to the window because I liked to look outside at night. She was texting her boyfriend on snap chat. She took a picture of herself. I didn't noticed it at first, but my sister did. " What is that in the background", she said. I looked closer. There's a generator outside of my bedroom window of where the power comes into the house. There was a black figure that looked like it was looking at my sister in the picture. It had very long legs it was lean. I looked outside my window to be greeted by darkness.I asked if she could send it to me and then I screenshot it so I could look back on it. Then we went on not thinking anything of it. My sister fell asleep. I was alone in the darkness of my room. I tried to fall asleep after she did because i didn't want to be sitting in the dark by myself. My room is right by the roof. I don't know if i was hearing things or not but it sounded like something was crawling on the roof. Me always watching horror stories I hide underneath my blankets while the sound creep nearer. Then suddenly it went away. I after that kept on watching youtube videos trying to get it out of my mind. The next morning I forgot all about it. Don't worry it's not the end of the story yet. I usually slept overnight at my friends house. Her room was also by the roof. We always fall asleep early when i'm at her house. We both woke up at the sound of taping outside of her window. She whispered to me " you heard that to." My heart felt like it stopped when I could see the shadow of a very tall figure outside of her window just like the picture the previous night. I was frozen in fear when this happened. she screamed for her dad to come. By the time her manged to get up there it was already gone. The picture that I saved I deleted it and then I never heard or seen the shadow ever again...

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rboten33

[Fiction] Beast's Hunger.

**Beast's Hunger!** The advertisement was like something from the 90's. You had a disheveled business man in a gray office building. In front of him was a microwave and inside of that microwave was just the blandest gray dinner. He sighed some, shoulders slouching as the timer counts down, only three seconds remaining. Three, two, one. But before the microwave beeped, the wall behind the man exploded and a werewolf in overalls would explode through the wall. The beast threw back his head and howled as the man looked on with fear but soon realized why the monster appeared. In his grasp was a steaming plastic black bowl of white cheddar mac and cheese with chunks of bacon. The man accepted this bowl, scooped a bit forkful of the gooey food into his mouth, and released a howl. **Beast's hunger.** The advertisement had done it's job because Dave remembered it so vividly as he stood alone in the bright aisle. He had only stopped at the pharmacy to pick up rubbing alcohol, lighters, and maybe orange juice for the cold he felt creeping into his throat and head. But took one of the black boxes from the freezer as he looked it over, considering one more item. On the front, in a font that was more fitting on a heavy metal album cover read Beast's Hunger. The mac and cheese looked far too good in the box's picture, but he knew well enough to fall for that old trick. This was probably just a masculine lean dinners that were usually marketed on TV during soap operas. Dave could hear the attractive women softly laugh into their frozen chicken and broccoli pasta dinner. He flipped the box over and read the instructions. At a glance they seemed easy enough to make. He already had visions of buying five of these from an actual grocery store weekly and bringing them to work for lunch. He bought one box of Beast's Hunger with his lighters and rubbing alcohol and made his way home. The line was long and he had gotten hungry as he found himself day dreaming about getting home and watching some more of his show. It was his day off and he had planned on just watching TV and napping. Getting loaded on cheese and carbs before said nap made him excited. Dave made a b-line for his kitchen. Putting down the plastic bag, he reached into his bag. Taking out the black box, he moved to his microwave so he could begin lunch. Or breakfast. This would have been the first thing he would have eaten all day. Opening the box, Dave pulled out the cold plastic bowl. It was a bit frosted so he couldn't see the pre-recomended eating temperature. Placing down the bowl down, he'd pick up the box to remind himself of the instructions. Peel back plastic. Heat for three and a half minutes. Take out and stir. Heat for two more minutes.* Let dish cool down. Enjoy your Beast's Meal. He noticed the asterisk and arched a brow quizzically. Pulling the box closer to his face, Dave read the bottom of the box out loud to his empty apartment. “Best served if thoroughly heated. We can not be held accountable for any discrepancies if product isn't prepared per the directions. If product is not heated for at least five minutes, hunger can not be properly satisfied. Therefore, Naughton Foods can not be held accountable for unsatisfied hungers.” Dave almost couldn't finish reading because of the chuckle that had formed within his stomach. Were they for real? The font was small at the bottom, not apart of the brick of edgy buzzwords next to the instructions, but apart of all the copywrite stuff and ingriedients. They must have really been dedicated to this weird marketing campaign. There was even a hotline number listed just in case there was an emergency. So he began to follow the instructions. He pulled back the plastic film that covered the black plastic bowl and he could see the white frozen cheese, the spiral noodles, and the little glaciers of pink bacon. It didn't look great but it was only frozen. Covering it again, Dave set the cook time to three minutes and sat back, leaning against the counter top opposite the microwave. It hummed as the numbers counted down from three minutes. He had pulled his phone from his jean's pocket to surf the web while he waited. Before he knew it, the machine would beep. He took it out and it smelled absolutely delicious. Dave's eyes widened when he looked down at the frozen meal now cooked. It looked delicious! The white cheese was gooey, the noodles were soft but not soggy like you normally got in these disgusting frozen dinners, and the bacon looked crunchy. Plus, now that it wasn't frozen, the man could see that the portion was pretty big. He moved a metal fork through the noodles, steaming cheese, and chunks of meat. It looked done. Hell, it looked delicious. He dragged the fork through the creamy meal, not finding any frozen islands within the mac. Impressive at how downright cooked the food was, Dave just decided to dig in. It was delicious. He was so surprised at how much he enjoyed the pasta. He didn't even care that he had the slightest intolerance to lactose. Dave knew he'd pay for it later. Now he'd just worry about eating. Swallowing his mouth full, he licked his lips of the cheese before going in for more. Soon all the noodles would be gone, just little pools of cheese and a few small pebbles of bacon. The fork wasn't enough. He'd just pick up the plastic bowl to lick it clean. Dave swore softly as he leaned back once again. The man placed a hand onto his stomach as he just stared at the empty bowl. He licked a plate clean like some kind of dog which had not since high school at least; just a boy. Sighing through his nostrils, he swallowed the saliva that formed in his mouth. He was still hungry. He should have bought a second one. He was a grown ass man after all. Hours had passed and it was almost time to get settled into bed. Dave had snacked multiple times since his meal while he watched his shows, but...he still felt hungry. So much so his stomach gargled. He was starting to get worried. He didn't think you could get parasite from a TV dinner but it was his first thought. Absent mindly chewing his nail, Dave would begin to pace. It was early December and it was a bit cool outside, but fuck, he was sweating. The heat wasn't on, but Dave felt like he was going to melt. Pulling on his hair, he stopped in the middle of his apartment. He didn't know if it was his stomach or maybe somewhere in the room, but he heard a growl. “Fuck.” The room felt like it was spinning and his head hurt, but this wasn't like your normal migraine. It felt like something wanted to get out. There was a new found pressure within his head that felt like his brain was expanding. The pain grew so intense he had to sit down upon his knees, and as soon as he did he'd lurch forward onto his hands. Dave closed his eyes and let the contents of his stomach go. He heard the splash of vomit upon his carpet and that only made him sicker, coaxing out more bile as he heaved his shoulders. Sniffling, he'd open his eyes slowly and instantly regretted it. Despite the tears that currently clouded his gaze, Dave's lips parted as he looked down at the puddle of black beneath his palms and face. He fell back into onto his rear and began to scoot back as he desperately wiped at his mouth, suddenly tossed into the mystery of “what-the-fuck-came-out-of-me”. Nervously, and not without a struggle, Dave did his best to breath. “What the fuck...” He asked out to the low light of his apartment. There would be no answer, just his whimpers. Whimpers then turned into screams of agony as if someone had twisted his arm off. The sounds of joints popping would fill the air and all Dave could do was scream in pain and confusion. “Jesus Christ!” First his knuckles popped and his fingers began to elongate, as if five individual nails were being slowly driven out from his finger tips with an unseen hammer. He just watched and screamed for help, help for anyone to come and relieve him of the torture suddenly inflicted on him for what felt like no reason. He cried out as he watched his fingers refuse to give in and just tear for whatever was trying to leave his body. In that time, he'd also feel himself grow even hotter than before. He felt like someone had lit him on fire. He shrieked as he clawed at his clothes. He yanked at his shirt and peeled it away as tears streaked his cheeks, his cries now howls. He was frankly growing exhausted from this pain and receiving no answer to his cries for help or pleas for death. Like his fingers, his toes began to feel like they were growing to fast for his body to adjust to, and his palms began to extend upwards as if they didn't want to be left behind by the fingers. Dave, at this point, was twitching on his side, as he felt a sharp pain within his stomach. This was the one pain he was familiar with but he was certain it was punishment from being Lactose intolerant. He opened his mouth to speak, cry out, or beg for what was happening to end again but all that left him was a low, guttural noise. Before he could even question what sound left his lips, Dave felt forced to bare his teeth. He grinned without joy as his teeth began to grow into each other. Soon his mouth felt far too small to accommodate the growing jaw so it too would grow forward. Soon it felt as if a large cone was being pushed through the middle of his face. Slapping his hands onto the side of his head, Dave gave another nightmarish groan as his spindly, pointed fingers clutched his hair which seemed to begin to grown longer. Hell, all over his body he noticed that what hairs were already on his arms and chest had seemed long, and areas where hair didn't seem to grow now had bloody patches of hair that seemed to just push out from his skin. Not hair. Fur. His pitiful excuse for a breath would get caught in his throat as he watched as the fur continued to force his skin to tear. There was finally a knock at the door. He couldn't hear them over the pounding noise of a heartbeat in his ears, but from the rate they were knocking and the tone of their shouting, whomever was knocking was more angry than concerned that someone was making so much ruckus at this hour. He'd cry out and plea, but he could tell what came out wasn't English. Nor was it any language. No, he just howled out among his tears and whimpers. And panting. The furry mess panted upon the floor as he tried to drag himself to the door upon hands that felt like they were tipped with knives. The door felt so far away as he pulled his body across the floor. Just now towards the door, the banging would stop, and Dave would just catch a disgruntled voice from the other side of the door. “Son of a bitch! You aren't even supposed to have a dog in there!” They were gone by the time he got to the door. He wouldn't be able to open it. Instead he just scratched at the door, wanting out of the hell he was in. Now that his body stopped torturing him, he could focus on the pain in his stomach. The tremendous, animalistic hunger. ____________ A ringing phone cut through the silence of a quiet office. A woman with her hair tied in a neat little bun stared at the phone through her glasses as the phone rang and rang. Popping her gum once more before taking it out of her mouth and dispensing of it, she'd sigh. The phone would need to be answered, it was what she was getting paid to do after all. So using the same hand she threw the gum out with, she hit a record button on the phone and answered. “Hello, this is Naughton Foods, Susan speakin'.” She couldn't even fake interest as the person on the other line shrieked in panic. It was another woman and she was hard to hear over the chaos of whatever was happening in the background. “Yes, H-Hi! Fuck.” She stuttered and hissed as the sounds of feint banging could be heard. “I'm sorry but we recently bought one of your products and-” “Did ya' follow the instructions, ma'am?” The woman in the cubical interrupted, tone still giving away she was waiting to clock out. The woman on the other end didn't answer instantly. Just the sounds of something pounding from far away followed by nervous wailing as a result of the aggressive noises. “If you got burned from eating Beast's Hunger or are unsatisfied after your meal you either didn't cook it thoroughly or you didn't let it sit. Regardless, Naughton Foods can not be held accountable for this mistake.” “What?!” The woman on the other end sobbed out, her tone hurt and confused. “My husband becomes a monster and all you can tell me is-” “Sorry, Ma'am. Naughton Foods are not accountable for any discrepancies.” Click. The phone would be gently hung up without any passion, anger, or fear. Just the end to another call. The lady leaned some on her desk, eyes still on phone. Another sigh left her, this time through her nose, as she picked up the phone and just dialed nine. It rang for a second before a man picked up the phone. “Jack Dunne's office.” He didn't seem like he was excited to receive any calls. The one chewed her bottom lip before her shoulder slouched a little. “Mistah Dunn, we got anotha' one cryin' wolf.”

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GigglingSkeleton

[TRUE] My Dad witness a ghost at his work

Ok so my dad has always been that type of guy where he doesn’t believe in anything unless he witnessed it for himself. He’s a pretty macho guy and isn’t into all that fairytale and ghost nonsense. Yet that all changed for him one day. It was about 2:30 in the afternoon when my dad came home, he works the night shift at the old El Reno prison. He says it’s a pretty laid back job for the most part. He’ll usually drive around the prison in one of the guard trucks or keeps watch in the towers, but one night he was sent to do a sweep of the chapel, as to make sure no one was in there who wasn’t supposed to be. His boss, lets call him Jack, told him to come back and check in with him after he had done so. My dad walk through the yard out to the chapel and as soon as he walked in he said he felt , just a wave of nervousness come over him. He flicked on the old lights and walked in and began to check all around the room. After about a couple minutes he said a man, dressed in the same uniform as him walk out from the little office in the back. My dad asked the man if he was already doing the sweep of the chapel and the man replied “yes I’ll take it from here”. So , confused as to why he was sent out there to check the chapel my dad just gave a little “oh..ok I’ll let Jack know”. My dad returned to his boss about 15 minutes after he had sent him . Jack looked at him and asked “how did you get done so fast, you couldn’t have possibly checked that whole place in such a short amount of time?” “Another guards already in there, said he’d check it”my dad said . And I guess Jack didn’t think anything of it , as long as the chapel was checked, everything was fine with him. Well this is where it gets creepy. About 3 days after, my dad said he was walking down the halls of the prison and stopped to look at the display case of all the old photos of other guards in the past, as he was browsing the photos, he said his heart sank, and his blood froze. One of the pictures he came across, was that very same guard he had encountered in the chapel, only this guard was dead. Apparently about 4 years before my dad started working there , a riot had broken out in the chapel and a guard was stabbed to death and that guard was the same man my dad has seen in the old chapel. But out of the 12 years of working there not once had he ever heard about the riot until now. I don’t know if they just don’t talk about it, scared it might run off of some newbies , or if it’s just something a lot of them had forgot about. All I can say is, my dad is now a firm believer in the paranormal, and not once , has he ever gone back into the creepy chapel

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kaaymarieee

The Yokosuka Banshee

At the time I was serving overseas in the military overseas in Yokosuka Japan from 2012-2014. Since my time there I was settled and been there for two years and seeing a very lovely girl named Mei. Mei, had told me she was pregnant with my child while I was my on my deployment. I took responsibility for my actions so we started to plan. During the second year of my service during the winter 6 months since mei gave me the news. My ship had been in dry dock for a year and each ship depending on how large the ship's crew is. the ship had a handful of duty sections, a group of crew members who watched the ship and took care of it while the rest of the crew was off. So was my section was on duty this night, during our evening meal one of my shipmates asked me if I could switch watches with him being that my current watch was standing in the freezing cold for 5 hours, he thought giving me his barracks watch would lift my spirits up. It did, I took the purposal in a heart beat. We both let our section leader know of the change At 23:45 I was on my to the barracks to watch the barracks from 24:00-0600, the barracks watch was there for safety an to see that the right people were in their respective rooms.I arrive right on time with five minutes to spare, I bought myself and a person I was reliving a coffee, thought it help them on the cold walk home. As the night progress I made my rounds every half hour and when the wee hours of the morning came around I started to doze off. I was awoken by a resident who couldn't sleep due to their neighbors crying. "If you can get that girl back in her room an keep her quite, I won't tell the supervisor that you weren't sleeping" he muttered. As if I didn't have a choice. The barracks was three floors high full of people but at this hour the silence had a certain eeriness to it. Like you could hear your own heart beat My foot steps echoed like if I was in some sort of catacomb. As I made my way upstairs, I began to hear sobbing. I shook my head in disappointment "this should be fun" I said to myself. I reached the third floor an I made my way down the hallway the sobbing sounded like it was coming from the laundry room. Maybe the poor girl didn't want to wake her roommates I thought to myself. As I made my way into the laundry room the sobbing was low, like she tried to hide it. I stepped forward, "miss? Are you okay?" I whispered, I turned the light on I saw a young girl sitting on the floor facing the wall leaning on the washer machine. I ask again "miss are you alright" I put some strain on it so she may hear me pass the sobbing. I still waited for a response but still got nothing, it was late i was tired and getting impatient I got closer to her "hey lady are you alright ?! I think you should call it a night" I yelled as I walked closer. Just I did the girl sprung up quickly she looked sick dark eyes greasy hair she didn't look happy like I ruined her crying game. Before I could open my mouth she let out a ear shattering scream and it just kept climbing in pitch, I get closer to shut her up but the noise was too much I collapsed and the last thing I was was the sickly girl with her menacing face stairng straight and screaming at me. All of the sudden I woke up in the office where I watched the cameras, I would wrote it off as a bad dream from eating galley food, but I felt different I felt cold. I was never left the office for the rest of my watch. A week later. I got news from Mei. She told me that there were complications with the baby, she had a miscarriage. I couldn't help that the young girl in my night terror and the miscarriage could be linked I'm back stateside now and the experience has left a major impression on me. -Gigs Ps - I have a nack for running into these strange events I have other stories so please let me know -Gigs

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Crazymrgigabyte

The Walk

Preface: I am a 23 year old woman and I am half Cherokee, from Georgia, USA. At the time that this story took place my fiancée and I were living on a large farm in Maryland. We didn’t use the farm but we were renting a small house in the property and we were free to come and go around the grounds. I was only 19 at the time this took place and the only residents in our home were myself, my fiancée and our cat and dog. Our cat was a lunatic barn cat that I had rescued because I can’t say no to animals that need help and our day was my loyal pit bull who is a sweet cuddly scaredy-cat. She weighed about 75 pounds and is afraid of her own shadow. Our farm was situated on about 20 acres of land and our driveway was about half a mile long. So usually when i would get home from work my loyal dog and I would go for a walk and usually I brought my fiancée with me, not that I was afraid to go out alone, just that he spends too much time playing games and. It using his legs. After our driveway was a 12 mike long road through woods and farms until it finally reconnected with civilization so it was safe to say that we were far far from other people, except for our land lord of course. The first miles was through open farm land, followed by a brief patch of Forrest and then about a half mile of wheat fields and then solid Forrest for 2 more miles. Now that you have a bit of the layout, on to the really creepy bit. So it started off like any other weekday evening, my fiancée and I returned home from work to our happy cottage and happy pets. Harley our dog was frantic to go for a walk so I quieted her and changed into walking clothes and asked if fiancée would join me. He had gotten home shortly after me and said he had seen one of the coyotes that we have around close to the field by our house, but as you may know coyotes are mostly scavengers especially out here on the east coast so I wasn’t too worried and I am very capable of defending myself. I called him a puss and then told Harley that we could go and that we would be fine without him. Laughing to myself we left the cottage and started walking toward the driveway. The sun was going down and the October air had started to get a chill to it and it rustled through the corn fields next to our long driveway. The corn was about 6 feet tall at this point in the year and impossible to see through so I assumed that my fiancée was just trying to scare me because there was no way he could have seen a coyote in this field. Harley was enjoying her time in the field tearing in and out of the corn stalks on our walk up the driveway and I knew that with as big of a coward as she was that she would alert me to any danger very quickly and by running away. By the time I reached the end of the driveway the sun had set and the moon which had already come out was shining high about the fields, it wasn’t quite full but it provided enough light that I didn’t need to use my flashlight or Harley’s collar light. We turned left down the road and proceeded across the first section of field. The first field was soybeans and if you don’t know they are relatively short plants that nothing but a rabbit could hide in and off in the distance I spotted a few deer but nothing alarming so we relaxed and enjoyed our walk through the night air. I threw a stick and Harley brought it back over and over again, typical dog and owner stuff. We reached the first small section of trees and Harley stopped and bumped into my leg letting me know there was something ahead, it wasn’t a coyote or a deer but there was a rabbit that had been hit by a passing car and was still struggling. As much as I hate to say this, there was no way it was going to live and honestly it’s probably what drew the coyote pack in. I knelt down by it and using my knife quickly put it out of its misery as my family had taught me and let it pass into the next life. Feeling sad but somewhat relieved that all we had encountered was a handful of deer and that poor rabbit, we continued our walk and passed into the next field. This was a wheat field and the wheat was about ready for harvest so it was quite tall and hard to see through. The field was quiet though and Harley didn’t do anything so I figured that the coyotes had passed on if there had been any at all. Now this is the part you have been waiting for and I dont know what it was but here it is. We rounded the corner of the field and into an area with wheat in our left and forest in our right and the air seemed to go still. Harley got closer to me and I heard rustling in the wheat field. I saw 3 tails circling back toward the Forest, coyotes, the eastern coyotes are small but in a pack they get pretty ballsy. Harley raised her heckles and I yelled, get out of here, go on! Fuck off! As loud as I could and the coyotes, startled, scattered off into the trees. I decided to turn around and get out of there before they decided to regroup because I am brave but I’m not going to walk into a darkened forest with a coyote pack and a cowardly pit bull. We turned to head back and again I heard a rustling in the wheat. A confused coyote? I thought it must be, but no, Harley was standing stock still staring at the wheat and I whistled for her to come with me, that high pitched ear piercing two fingered whistle. That snapped her out of it for a second when my whistle was returned from inside the wheat. All of a sudden all of the family legends I had heard came flooding back to me and I expected to see a tall thin creature emerge but nothing did. I didn’t smell rotting meat or feel a sense of dread. Instead I was transfixed with fear and curiosity. I whistled again, the whistle was returned again, very human sounding but at the same time not. Against my better judgement I said “hello?” My own voice replied “hello” My hand on my knife I said “show yourself” Silence No bugs, not coyotes, no Harley noises, just my own breath Slowly the rustling started again and I turned on my flashlight. I shined it on the wheat field and what I saw confuses me to this day. Animal eyes, that green yellow reflection of light was cast back at me but what it was connected too didn’t make sense. There was a girl, no more that 14 or 16 crouched in the wheat, she wore what I think must have been some kind of deer skin or fur and she was naked otherwise. She was very thin and looked as through her skin had never seen sunlight. Her hair was long and tangled with wheat and leaves, under any other circumstances I would have said she was beautiful but at that moment she was terrifying. We stared at each other for what must have been a solid minute or so but felt like much longer until I heard the unmistakable coyote howl from the forest. Both of our heads snapped toward the noise and immediately I heard her take off through the wheat toward the sound. At that same moment Harley took off toward our house and I went after her. We didn’t stop running until we got to the driveway and I stopped not wanting my fiancée to know I was running away from something. I could still hear the howling I the distance and we started walking at a brisk pace, we made it back to the cottage with no further problems and I didn’t tell my fiancée about it not wanting him to go out with the gun. She hadn’t hurt me so I didn’t think it right to hunt her. I was awoken in the middle of the night that night by the sound of the coyotes outside our cottage, this wasn’t usual but now I wondered if she was with them. When I was coming home from work about a month later I had stopped obsessing about that night and I almost thought I had imagined it when I had to slam on my breaks for something in the road, it was dark and when my headlights hit it it’s eyes reflected green and yellow. It was a large coyote it just stared at my car for a moment and ran off into the woods. I know this sounds crazy but I still wonder if that was her.

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Aspiring_Waffle

creepy/weird sleeping story

Hey, I´m new at this and english isn´t my first language so sorry if I mess up writing but anyways. So I have been reading about sleep paralysis and other sleep stuff, so i read that in a dream you can check if you are sleeping by touching your other hand with the other and it shold go through. So I just took a nap and I woke up but I wanted to sleep some more so I went back to sleep. I was falling asleep and I rememberd the thing that you can chech if you´re sleeping. Soo I tried to touch my hand and it went right through. It felt so weird mut I was likee coool I´m asleep and I´m realising that. But then I looked around and i saw two of these screens or rectangles (thats best I can describe them) there was black screen on the top and white on the bottom. I was sort of moving towards them and getting closer to the black one. I was terrified I thought I was getting pulled in to some back world or something. It was terrifying so I was like "Omg I have to wake up I HAVE TO WAKE UP and I tried to move but my hands and legs were so heavy i couldnt move them much but I was kind of moving towards the white screen when I tried to move. So I tried to move more and eventually I think I got pulled in the white screen (im not really sure cause i forgot most of the experience) and woke up. I was shook, but i got my notebook and started to draw the screens or rectangles what ever. Soo what do you think it was and like where was I? Somewhere between the real and dream life and the black where I was pulled was dream world and the white were I got the real? I don´t know let me know what you think.

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helloitsaino

My Bad Neighbor

For most of my childhood, my family and I lived one house away from a pedophile. For the sake of this story, I'll call him “Mr. Stan.” Our old neighborhood started at the top of a hill and went down to a small lake, where the road turned right and branched off into a cul-de-sac and another residential road. Mr. Stan’s house was at the top of the hill, and ours was in the middle. Mr. Stan lived in the neighborhood long before we moved in. It's hard for me to remember any vivid details about him as I was very young at the time, but what I do remember is that every time he saw us, his face would scrunch up as if he smelled something terrible. There was one house between his place and ours, something I am very grateful for. I don't know what life would have been like if we had to live right next to him. Right from when we were little, my parents were very strict about walking past Mr. Stan's house. They told us that Mr. Stan was sick in the head, and if he ever asked us to come into his house, we were never, EVER allowed to do so by ourselves. For years no one told us exactly why Mr. Stan was bad, but we didn't need details, we just knew to avoid him. The look he gave us whenever he was working on his car or planting flowers in his garden was enough. When my sister and I would walk up the hill to school, we would cross the street when we got to his place, just to be safe. Like I said, I don’t remember very much about Mr. Stan, and his twisted story begins long before I was even born. For this, I turned to my mum to fill in the details. Mum said that before we’d ever moved into the cul-de-sac, around the late 70s early 80s, Mr. Stan already had the reputation of being a heavy drinker. He would get drunk and go over to the house of the family right across the street from us to do terrible things to the daughter while she was babysitting. The daughter tried to tell her mother about it but since she was a rebellious child, her mother didn’t believe her. Her family and Mr. Stan’s family were actually good friends. Mr. Stan worked as a corrections officer, and soon accusations surfaced that Mr. Stan and another officer regularly molested their coworkers’ kids. Mr. Stan was able to avoid conviction by ratting out the other officer, but in the process he lost his job. As far as I know, he never really worked after that. Mr. Stan had two daughters of his own, and while the older one claimed she was molested and suffered from mental problems as a result, the younger one said she was never mistreated in any way and grew up to be a very positive person. Mr. Stan’s wife stood by her husband and claimed he was innocent throughout the whole ordeal. Ironically, the older daughter’s emotional instability resulted in her children going to live with grandpa. (More on that in a moment.) When my family moved into our house in the cul-de-sac, our next door neighbor, a kind but nosy old man, told my dad to keep my sister and I away from Mr. Stan. He told my parents the gossip and Mr. Stan’s history with children, which understandably horrified them both. As a result, my mum and dad were wary of him from the start. Mr. Stan was cordial enough—he would wave hello to my family and all that neighborly stuff. According to mum he even offered to babysit my little sister and I, to which my parents politely but EMPHATICALLY declined. Then sometime around 2002, my dad was going to work when he came across a neighborhood kid, let’s call her Lana, on her way up the street. My dad is a chatty person and so he asked Lana what she was up to. Lana told him that she was going to Mr. Stan’s house to “give him a backrub.” Dad knew that something was off, and so he told Lana’s parents. To his surprise, they weren’t alarmed at all and said that sort of thing happened all the time. According to mum, when Lana was older, dad asked her if Mr. Stan ever acted inappropriately toward her during those visits and her answer was DEFINITELY. When my sister was in kindergarten and I was in grade three, Mr. Stan’s grandkids came to live with him and his wife for reasons I mentioned earlier. My parents couldn’t believe this was allowed by anyone, especially considering the allegations and neighborhood gossip around Mr. Stan. His granddaughter was in the same kindergarten class as my sister, and his grandson was about my age. Mum told me that it was so disturbing to see the sweet little granddaughter at school every day and know what was probably going on behind closed doors. My parents have always had strong morals, particularly my dad. They would often talk about what they should do. They wanted to report Mr. Stan to the authorities before any harm could come to his grandchildren. Mum and dad knew that if they reported Mr. Stan, they would be putting themselves at risk. And the rest of the neighborhood was no help. Mum said it was as if they were all “hiding under rocks” and turning a blind eye to what was happening. In the end, my parents’ strong morality won out and they decided, with the risk of being exposed as whistleblowers, to report Mr. Stan to the principal at my elementary school. The principal, in turn, called the ministry who sent people to Mr. Stan’s house for home visits and “investigations.” In the end, it was decided that the grandchildren would be removed from Mr. Stan’s house. Mum isn’t sure how it happened, but somehow it was leaked that my parents were the ones who reported Mr. Stan as a child molester. She thinks Lana’s family may have had a hand in it. And, as mum put it, “that’s when the real fun began.” Mr. Stan was no longer friendly toward my family, no more waves, no more chit-chat. Instead he would target my mum with his car if she was walking down the road alone, or scream obscenities at my dad as he went to work. A few times he crossed the center line to scare us if we passed each other while driving. He told my dad that he “ruined his life” and that he was a horrible person. Thinking about that now really boils my blood because my dad is one of the kindest and most considerate men I know. Mum was miserable and wanted to move, but dad, as unshakable as he is, said he wasn’t in a hurry. Mum told me it took three years of house hunting before she finally convinced dad it was time to go. Only after all of this, when we had been living in our beautiful new home out in the country, did I finally start to uncover the details to this story. But sadly it doesn’t end there. After we moved out of the cul-de-sac, Lana and other girls who were now grown up, came forward to report Mr. Stan and what he had done. He was hauled into court for a second time. And this time there was no one he could rat on to save himself. The testimony against him was building up. My parents followed the trial in the newspaper. They wanted to see him put away for all the terrible things he’d done. I have no memory of these proceedings, of course, and nobody wanted to explain it to me. I don’t blame them. Mr. Stan was not only a former corrections officer, but now he was also a convicted pedophile. He knew he would not last long if he went to prison. So, on a quiet morning one week before his sentencing, Mr. Stan took a hunting rifle and shot himself. The folks who moved into Lana’s house after her family left were walking their kids to school when they heard the shot. Mum tells me the image of that scene haunts her to this day. I think she imagines what it would have been like if it were her walking my sister and I to school in place of that other family. Or maybe she was disturbed to learn that Mr. Stan had a gun. I know it sounds harsh, but I’m glad he’s gone. He can never hurt another child again. My memories of this whole ordeal are far less interesting than the actual event, but one thing I do remember very clearly is being afraid of Mr. Stan’s house. I knew it was dangerous. In my memory, it was painted black with white stucco. The car park and stairs to the front door were all underneath the wood roof, which cast the entire front of the house into shadow. To me, it was a monster house, though I didn’t know why. My sister and I only ever went to Mr. Stan’s front door once. It was Halloween and my parents decided it was okay for us to trick-or-treat at his house, since they would be standing at the bottom of the stairs. I was actually very reluctant to go, and my parents had to encourage me that it was okay. Mr. Stan’s house was the only one that didn’t need Halloween decorations to be scary. So my sister and I cautiously climbed the stairs and rang the doorbell. Mr. Stan’s wife opened the door. She was kind to us and gave us candy, and I remember being surprised that Mr. Stan’s wife was so nice. But what I remember most was that I wanted to see inside the forbidden house. For some reason this has still stuck with me; I looked behind Mrs. Stan, and there was Mr. Stan in a wifebeater top, beer belly and all, sitting in an armchair watching TV. It was dim in the living room except for a lamp and the glow of the TV. Mr. Stan didn’t look at us. For years I wondered if that was what “bad men” looked like. When I think about this story now, eleven years later, it really hits me how dark my neighborhood was under the surface. It’s quite disturbing to me, because my childhood was actually quite happy. I was too young to notice anything wrong, I couldn’t sense the tension that my parents lived with every day. I didn’t know how much potential danger my sister and I were in, all I knew was that it was a beautiful day to play with my marbles and go to the lake. But now that I think of it, Mr. Stan may have been the reason that my parents bought a copy of “You Can Say No,” a picture book that teaches children about safety around “bad people.” I think my parents handled the situation very well, and I am so thankful they were attentive and brave during the whole thing. This story could have gone very differently. When I think about our old house on the cul-de-sac, it’s usually the happy memories I think of first. Mum tells me that despite all the trouble they went through, neither she or dad regret the decisions they made. And she left me with one last ominous message; “They say that every neighbourhood has a pedophile living there…most of the time we just don’t know it.”

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AviGABS

[TRUE] Night Shift In a Care Home

I recently found found some "Let's Read" type channels on YouTube and decided to try and write down an experience I had a few years ago as it seemed similar to the content being posted. I'm 27 years old, male, live in the UK with my fiancé and currently work as a Teaching Assistant for teenagers with Special Educational Needs in a school not far from Bradgate Park in Leicestershire. I have worked in a number of schools and children's homes now and these buildings, especially the children's homes, are usually old, renovated houses or halls. This particular story happened in 2013 when I had just started working as a support worker at a care home for teenagers and young adults (18-30 years old) with autism, brain damage and challenging behaviour. The house that I worked in was pretty big; there were two living rooms, a large kitchen, a games room, a study and five bedrooms. There was also a huge garden with a summer house/activity room that lead on to acres of fields and woodland. I had been working there for about three weeks and primarily worked the "waking night" shift. This shift ran from 10pm until 8am and it was my duty to make sure all of the residents were settled for the night and to get the cleaning done before the day staff came in to take over. I would usually get all of my jobs done for around 1am and spend the rest of the night listening out for anyone that woke up; I would watch TV, read my university course books or sometimes just play games on my phone once I was finished, the residents usually slept all night. On one particular night, a young man named James (not the actual name for legal reasons) was particularly restless. He was not very big, but he had a lot of strength behind him when he got into one of his bad moods and the slightest thing could set him off; he once threw a member of staff through a patio door because she had forgotten to put cold water in his tea before he drank it. He could not form full sentences and would communicate with fairly simple words put together in a way that he understood. For example; he would say something like "James make breakfast" when he was ready to make breakfast or "James go outside" if he wanted to go outside and play. He was generally well behaved and could be quite funny when he wanted to be but was well known for his temper. At around 11pm, James got up and came downstairs to make a drink. I stood in the doorway and watched to make sure he didn't break anything or hurt himself and he went back upstairs without any real bother. I sat on the top step and kept on eye on his door for maybe 15 minutes or so to make sure he didn't wake any of the other residents. Once he had settled I went back to my cleaning. The room beneath James' bedroom was a communal living room with board games, a TV, sofas, books and stuff like that. I was in there dusting and mopping the floor when I heard something heavy drop onto the floor in the room above. I knew James was prone to temper tantrums if he got frustrated so I went upstairs and knocked on his door. As I reached for the key to open it myself, he opened the door and looked at me. He seemed perfectly calm and his eyes looked almost half shut, like he had been asleep. I asked if he was okay and he said yes and put his thumb up; this was something he did when he was in a good mood and not stressed out so I left him to it and told him to be careful, thinking that he had knocked something over. An hour or so passed and by now I was in the kitchen cleaning the sink. I heard another bang above me, again like something had been dropped. This time I realised that the room above the kitchen was currently empty. The house was set up to house 5 residents but there were only currently 4 and the room above me was the spare, empty room. I immediately went to check it out but the room was empty. I stood there for a while and, as far as I could tell, everyone was asleep. Due to the nature of their conditions/behaviours, each resident has an alarm fitted to their door that is activated at night so if anyone leaves their room, a small receiver box that the night staff carry around makes a noise and a light blinks for a few seconds to indicate which door had been opened (numbered 1-5). The alarm had not gone off so I knew that the noise was not from any of the residents. I got back to my cleaning and didn't hear anything else for the rest of the night. The following night, I got to work just before 10 and as I entered the hallway I could tell that something was wrong. James was at the bottom of the stairs covering his ears and humming loudly and three members of staff were with him. After a few minutes he was escorted to the sitting room and the house manager gave me a rundown of what had been going on. For the last four hours, James had been quite agitated and kept repeating the phrase "Sarah, little girl" when asked what was wrong. This was something we had never experienced with him before and the general conclusion was that he had seen something on TV or in a movie that stuck in his head and made him repeat this phrase. Once James had settled in bed, the night staff left and the other member of staff that was sleeping in went up to the staff bedroom. I got on with my tasks and, as usual, finished around 1 am. Soon after this I went upstairs to do a quick check on all of the residents but as I got on to the first floor landing I noticed the light had been turned off. There were two small corridors leading to the bedrooms on the left and right hand sides of the staircase, James' room was on the left and the light switch was just outside his room. I turned the corner to flick the switch and there, in the darkness in complete silence was James. He was stood in the corner completely naked with his eyes as wide as he could possibly hold them. I'm a big guy; 6ft 3 and weigh about 220 lbs but at that moment, I was really creeped out. I spoke calmly to James and asked what was going on and for a while he said nothing at all. Then, as I turned the light back on, he let out an ear-piercing scream and started slapping himself around the face. The sleep-in staff woke up at this point and helped me to calm the situation and get James back into bed before reassuring the other residents that everything was fine. After that night I had four days off; my shift pattern was seven days on, two days off followed by eight days on and four days off and I was relieved that this incident had happened just as my time off began. I got back to work the following week and was told that the situation with James talking about the little girl had got a lot worse. He would spend hours staring out of the window that overlooked the garden saying "Little girl, where are you little girl?" and no one knew where he had heard the phrase. That night, around 3 am, the alarm went off to say that the door to room 5, the spare room, had been opened. Now, this instantly seemed a bit weird as the door to the spare room is always kept locked because it was being used for storage at the time. I went up to investigate and found James stood in the room in the dark. He didn't seem to notice me entering and was just stood there whispering "where are you?" over and over again. I gently touched his shoulder and said something like "come on, mate, let's get you back to bed. It's late". James turned around and started heading back to his room and for a second I was relieved. But then, as I locked the door to the spare room he screamed out; "OH NO!" and started pummelling the door with both fists. As he did this, the alarm went off to indicate that the front door had been opened. The only people with a key to the front door were myself (as the night wake staff) and the house manager. The door has four locks on it; two that require a key and two that require electronic ID cards. It was now 3:25am and the manager never came in before 8am so I presumed there must have been some kind of mistake and continued to defuse the situation with James. He finally calmed down and went back into his room so I went downstairs to check the front door. To my surprise, it was wide open. I shut it immediately and started checking every room in the house in case someone had got in. I then checked on each of the residents to make sure they were all still in the house. Everything was fine. The next night, everything was calm until around 2am when one of the other residents, Connor, got up and said that someone was tapping on his window. I guessed that he must have just been dreaming as his window was on the third floor of the house and was at least 25 feet from the ground. I went back up to his room with him to reassure him and checked his window. Sure enough, it was shut and the security lock that prevents it from opening wide enough for someone to fit through it was still sealed. As he got back in bed I heard footsteps on the stairs outside of his room. He froze for a second and looked at me with an expression of pure panic on his face. I opened the door to see who it was but no one was there. He was clearly scared by this and said "Is he back?". My blood ran cold and I asked "is who back? What do you mean?". Connor looked over my shoulder and then sank down into his bed, pulling the duvet up to his mouth. I turned around to see what he was looking at but there was still no one there. "Tell him to go away" Connor said in a hushed, scared voice. I tried to reassure him that there was no one there and left his bedside lamp on before leaving the room. I went downstairs and sat outside on the patio with a cup of coffee. It was the middle of January and around -2 outside but I felt like I had to get out of the house for a while. After about 40 minutes I went back inside and washed my cup in the sink, dried it and put it back in the cupboard. Beneath the cupboard was a locked, secure drawer where all of the sharp knives are kept until needed. The drawer was open slightly. This was, obviously, a major issue as none of the residents were allowed access to the knife drawer without supervision. I counted the knives and realised that there was one missing so I woke the sleep-in staff, told her the situation and we began a search. Nearly two hours later, we still hadn't found this missing knife so decided to just keep our guard up and make sure none of the residents were hiding it. Two hours later, at 5:30am, the alarm sounded. It was the door to the spare room again. I went up to check it out and found that the door was locked. How could the alarm have been activated by the door opening if the door was still locked? I went inside and turned the light on. To this day, I still have no explanation for what I found and I often think about this incident. The bed had been pushed from its usual place and was against the wall and the wardrobe doors were open. There were screws and nails all over the floor but nothing was broken. But the most disturbing part? In the middle of the room there was a children's doll, a gold bracelet and the missing knife from the kitchen. The doll was an old style baby doll, my guess was that it was made in the 50's from the style of clothes and the overall look of the doll. The bracelet was simple but old looking. I left everything as it was and reported it to the manager as soon as she arrived. No one ever claimed that the bracelet belonged to them and it was taken to a charity shop soon after along with the doll. After the doll and bracelet were removed from the house, James seemed to calm down and never mentioned a little girl or stood around in the dark again. I still don't have an explanation for everything that happened and sometimes think that it was just a combination of strange behaviour from a young autistic guy and the fact that the house was old. But on the other hand, a lot of stuff happened that I can't explain logically. My only regret now is that the doll and bracelet are gone and can't be examined or identified. Maybe it was paranormal? Who knows? But now I work day shifts and do not plan on working night shifts again anytime soon!

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BeardedBamboozle

Scary Tinder Story

Just for some background info I am a 18 yr old male currently living in NY, I am 6'4 and buff. I've always been the center of ridicule and teasing from a young age due to my size. Just for some context I stopped growing in the 9th grade, 4 years ago. I was already done with puberty and had a full on beard and was adult like. I took advantage of this sometimes to much which lead me losing my virginity in the 9th grade to a girl who was in college. This story takes place when I was in the 10th grade. I was lonely after a breakup with my then 7 month old girlfirend. I was looking for a one night stand. So I turned to Tinder. I set up a fake profile with my real picture and waited. There was this gorgeous girl whom I matched with. This girl was too good to be true which gave me the first red flag yet I went along with it anyway. We exchanged innocent messages and planned to meet at her place the next day at around 9pm. I wasn't as excited as you would think because I had some doubts on this "girl", because i didnt know if she was real. So, 9pm rolls around and I get ready to go to her place. I mentally prepared myself if anything crazy was going to go down. Before I left I texted my dad saying I was going to a friend's house and left. I asked my good friend Issac who was 6 years my senior to drive me since he had a car. He warned me to be cautious as I was. Long story short he drives me to her apartment and I ring the door bell. I hear light footsteps behind the door, and high pitched voice saying "Be right there." That's when I texted my friend telling him everything is fine and that he should leave. Boy was I wrong. The door opens to the girl in the picture. I immediately felt excited which didn't last for long. On my tinder account I wrote that I was 24 when really I was only 15. She not knowing this swiftly asked me if I wanted a drink. I said I didn't want anything which visibly made her facial expression turn from happy to pissed off. I realized that maybe I was going to be drugged i and i was not about to take any chance so i asked to go to the bathroom. She then out of the blue said sure, happily. Again her weird response confirmed my theory in my head. I go to the bathroom and quickly text my friend to come back and pick me up. Then I out if the corner of my eye I saw a figure dressed in all black standing in the shower, trying to hide behind the curtain. I figure he saw me looking him because not even two seconds later he lunged at me. I was scared shitless even though I was massively taller than this man. He tried pushing me to the floor yet to no avail, I overpowered him too vastly. I grabbed him by the shirt and looked him in the eye, he was around 5'10 sorta buff, mid 30s, bald and looked to be of Russian decent. I pushed him on the floor and cursed him out because I also know Russian. He tells to me fuck myself which is when I punched in the face. There I was, a 15 yr old retard in a bathroom with a knocked out man. I panicked, but I keep my cool and took out my phone and took many photos of the man. By then my friend texted me and told me he was outside of the building waiting for me. But also by then the girl opened the door to bathroom and started to scream. I pushed her with all of my power and sprinted the hell out of that apartment. When I got to my friends car I frantically explained to him what happened. I only then I realize I could've been drugged, killed or worse. I obviously took screenshots of her profile and messages between us. Even though I had all the proof in the world to lock those assholes up I didn't because i was that scared of my parents and lying to them. Moral of the story be very cautious when dating online.

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MrGiant1999

Salmon Tweaker

So me and my boyfriend work as janitors in a middle school in missouri for the moment. I'm male. We work the evening shift. From 3:30pm to 12 am at night. We not supposed to go out side at night by ourselves. The place we live is known as a meth city. Loads of people on meth out here. So I'm a very paranoid person. I started working here first around three months ago. And my boyfriend left his high paying job to come working with me because my school had a position open after the last guy had a meltdown and walked off the job while we were working. I had to do the rest of his job that day and mine. Thanks. So anyway I bought a phanny pack i take it to work with me. I have a few protective things in it because basically I don't like confrontation. We were work a couple of days ago and it was night our shift was almost over. The last thing we had to do was take the trash out. And that is what we do. I dumpster is not to far from from the school but its across the parking lot. Located far behind the backyard of a somewhat known meth house. So we dump the trash and begin to make our way back and out of nowhere I see a guy starting to walk towards us. He really thin maybe 6 foot or something. He was wearing a salmon colored hoodie. I perked up and shifted my head in his direction to my boyfriend who was talking to me at the time. He spotted him and went silent. We were still walking back towards the school and the man was still coming towards us. I got a weird vide off him. He was moving sporadically. Waving his hands in the air one second and moving them around strangely to making his hands doing a flicking motion like he wanted a lighter. He was mumbling incoherently. I thought I knew where this was going. I remember my boyfriend had bought my a lighter to go with my safety items. I was afraid my boyfriend would tell the man I had a lighter so I spoke up quickly say "we don't have a lighter" we had stopped walking at this point unsure of what he would do. But turned around and started to walk the other way. All the while turning back to look back at me. My boyfriend had started walking again but I stood there and stared as the man walked away giving him the face like don't try anything buddy I'm prepared. When he got enough distance he looked back and smacked his ass and continued mumbling down the street. My boyfriend didn't think much of it but I didn't like this encounter at all.

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imsonervous93

[TRUE] Christian Online Dating Gone Wrong

I am a single Christian woman in my 20’s and since I don’t have many friends in my local church, I decided to sign up to a website where I could make friends online. Some of the site members also used it for the purpose of dating, which was ok with me as I was open to possibilities. Soon I met a guy there who seemed nice and we had some interests in common, and after a few months of friendship we began to skype since we live far from each other so could not meet up in person. We began chatting, and he seemed ok, but every now and then he would pause, go quiet and just stare into the webcam. When I told him it was creepy and asked why he was doing it, he replied that he enjoys sharing the silence. I wasn’t sure if it was normal and since around the same time I was busy dating someone else, I avoided the guy for several months. However, when I broke up with my ex, I was feeling lonely and decided I wouldn’t mind chatting to a friend to take my mind off things. The guy happened to be the only person available. We ended up chatting every couple of days for about 2 weeks, and I even started getting used to the uncomfortable silence and staring, when things turned weirder. During our conversations I found out that the guy was in his 30’s and still a virgin, and we both agreed that we believe in sex only after marriage. So it came to me as a surprise when one day he confessed that he has a fetish for girls in school uniforms and asked me if he could send me an erotic school-girl outfit with a very short mini-skirt, because he wanted to see me wearing it. I said no, since I don’t like wearing revealing clothes. Another time, he showed up in his bed on the webcam, only wearing his underwear and began to ask me more dirty questions. I just laughed and made a few jokes, and then tried to change the subject. However, he was not very responsive to the conversation, instead preferring to stare at his screen into the webcam, grinning, while making repetitive motions with his hand under his bed cover. I didn’t want to see it so I made an excuse and left. I should have completely stopped chatting to him after that, but the next day and the day after he repeatedly texted me, wanting to go on the webcam. Since I was bored and lonely, I asked him to promise me he wouldn’t be naked and do dirty things and he agreed. For a couple of days we managed to carry on chatting, but soon after he did it again and this time it was much worse. First, he asked me to touch myself and send him a recording of it. I refused, explaining to him that in case my computer ever gets hacked I do not want such things to be seen anywhere on the internet. ‘Oh, but you don’t have to make a video. I just want to listen to the noises you make’ – he replied. Again, I refused, saying that it made me uncomfortable. But he would not take no for an answer. He took off his underwear, and began touching himself, as if he was stroking a pet, while grinning at me with a big, creepy smile. I told him I had to go and terminated the video call. That same evening, I sent him a long message explaining why I don’t think we would be compatible with each other and said that I found him disrespectful and want to stop seeing him. He responded saying that I am stuck in the past, only thinking about my ex who used me, even though the guy had no idea what went on between me and my ex. At that, I got angry and told him not to speak to me about it again. So, pervy guy, let’s not meet again.

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medusa15taco

Night Shift at the Old Hotel

This is my first Reddit post. It may not be dramatic or particularly scary to some people, but I wanted to share this experience anyway. I recently got a job at a hotel downtown from where I live. I have never worked in the hotel industry before, so I had no idea what to expect. The time between applying for the job and being hired was less than 24 hours, which made me nervous, but I had been looking for several months and couldn’t find anything, so I thought I’d take a chance. This hotel is about 150 years old and has plenty of character. Behind the front desk there are places where the wallpaper has torn away, revealing the psychedelic wallpaper from what I can only guess to be the 1970s. We’re talking bright pink, neon green, hooka-induced vision type of wallpaper. The walls in the upper floors are painted bright orange and yellow, and the hallways are narrow enough to give off a “Shining” kind of feel to it. But I’ll elaborate on that later. My manager is a young Chinese man in his mid-twenties, only five years older than me. The man who owns the building is also Chinese. (And literally a walking stereotype.) The owner is friendly and kind to the employees, but he’s also rich enough that he doesn’t really care if the hotel isn’t up to par. I learned recently that he also owns one of the more run-down shopping centers downtown. So this might explain the less-than-five-star quality of the hotel. Probably about a three and a half star, in my opinion. Some people describe the place as “quaint, unique, full of character” while others describe it as “outdated” or “disappointing.” As a history enthusiast, I would agree that the place is full of character...but I also think the owner should be a little more concerned about keeping the place clean. There are lots of problems in this hotel, including mice, broken toilets, falling ceiling tiles, leaks, and other maintenance nightmares. The fancier rooms on the upper floors have real fireplaces in them, so that adds the risk of fires at the hand of careless guests. Mice are a common problem, and I’m thankful the guests don’t have to see all the dusty traps filled with dead rodents in the basement. But by far, the most interesting aspect of the hotel is that it’s supposed to be haunted. There are two ghosts that have been reported in the building, as well as the adjoining pub next door. Back when the hotel was first built, it had the reputation of being a complete dive. A lady now named “Lady Churchill” died in the hotel, and her spirit supposedly lingers in the haunted room 49. Guests will occasionally smell her perfume, or see her face in the mirror. One of the most frightening stories included someone opening the door only to have Lady Churchill fly at them in fury. On my first day, when my boss toured me around the hotel, he pointed out the haunted room to me. Lady Churchill has also been spotted at the fireplace in the pub arguing with her boyfriend—the other resident ghost—Brady. Brady was stabbed to death on a basement stairwell. That stairwell is not in use anymore, as it leads from the street directly into the basement. Instead it’s used to store extra chairs and miscellaneous items. The light is never turned on, which adds more of a creep factor. My shift is the day shift from 7 am to 3 pm. Every morning when I come in, I have to check the entire hotel by myself in search of homeless people sleeping in the back stairwell or trying to get in through the basement. I’m not an intimidating person. I’m a short female, not physically fit, and too friendly for my own good. If I did find someone hiding in the hotel, what was I supposed to do about it? I’m not sure which creeps me out more—the fact that I’m going around looking for people who shouldn’t be there, or the idea that I have to walk through dark and silent areas known to be haunted all by myself. My sweep of the hotel includes all four floors of guest rooms, the kitchen, the back stairwell, the basement stairwell and the basement. To give you some context; the back stairwell serves as a fire escape connecting all the floors together. It goes straight down to street level. It’s always cold and echoey in there, and as I said before, full of dead mice. (When I was first told about the haunted stairway, I mistakenly thought they meant the fire escape stairs, as they go down to basement level.) The four floors for guest rooms in all their Overlook Hotel glory, are shaped like a square horseshoe, which means more than enough blind corners where creepy twins might suddenly appear. Lady Churchill’s haunted room is at the end of the hall around one of these blind corners and yes, I do think about that every time I search the hotel. There is an elevator and an interior stairway, the one guests are supposed to use. Behind the elevator is this old connecting hallway that basically serves no purpose anymore. In the past, it may have been useful, but now it just serves as a secret passageway that goes behind the elevator and comes out at the other end of the horseshoe. This hallway especially needs to be searched for homeless people, drunks, or people having sex. The basement is by far the creepiest part of the hotel. To get there, you can either take the elevator or go through the pub and down the stairs. I prefer to go through the pub because there are some fascinating black and white photos from when the hotel was first built, and I love to look at them. It’s also the best place to see the age of the brick foundation. Anyway, the basement is used for storing beer kegs, firewood, planter pots, housekeeping items and maintenance tools, among other things. It’s usually deserted. Now that I know the dark, unused basement stairway is where Brady’s spirit is supposed to be, I think I’ll try to spend even less time down there. This week is my second week of work, and my boss has put me on the afternoon/evening shift, just so I can get a sense of what it’s like in case I have to cover anybody in the future. Yesterday was my first late shift, and in that time I learned a whole bunch of things I didn’t want to know from the lady I worked with. This woman, let’s call her Peggy, has been at the hotel for 14 years. She’s seen all there is to see and is well known for her stories. I’ve listened to some of these stories and honestly, part of me thinks she’s full of shit. But the other part is going to cautiously believe her, on the off chance that it’s true. Here are some things I learned about the hotel in the span of one shift: 1. The man I’m replacing was not actually fired for chronic lateness (as my boss had told me,) but instead for sexual harassment. The head of housekeeping, a man I get along with very well, is a friend of his. 2. The day before, Peggy caught a drug addict rooting around in the private back office after hours. We looked over the security footage and he was definitely searching for something. We now keep the office doors locked. 3. There were two guests several years ago who stayed at the hotel, and the next day they robbed a jewelry store downtown and fled back to the hotel with everything they’d stolen. There was a massive police standoff on the roof, SWAT teams and all. There’s a news article about it online, otherwise I never would’ve believed it. 4. The bedrock of the hotel can be found in the boiler room. There’s a slight gap that has been filled in on the top right corner that connects directly to the street. One time Peggy came down to the boiler room to find a man half through the gap head first, trying to get in because he “wanted to know what was down there.” That image terrifies me. In the span of that one night shift, an alarm went off in the basement, the police showed up at the pub and a guest verbally abused the day staff over a non-existent shuttle to the hospital. (No, not an ambulance, a shuttle. Taking the bus was beneath him, I suppose.) And at my bus stop after my shift, a man was shooting up in public. (My city has a drug epidemic going on right now.) My bus took half an hour to arrive, and when I got off at my stop, it was as foggy as silent hill. I felt as though I should be looking around for Michael Myers or Jason Voorhees. It IS October, after all. That’s one night shift down. I have another tonight and one more the day after. If anything else interesting happens, I’ll keep you folks updated. I mostly just wanted to get all this off my chest. It’s amazing how different the hotel is after 3 pm. Much louder, that’s for sure, thanks to the pub on one side and bar on the other. Everyone I’ve gotten to know during my first week of work has already gone home, leaving me with drunks, strangers and Peggy’s crazy stories. One thing’s for sure; after three nights of this, I’ll never complain about getting up early again.

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AviGABS

[FICTION] Bubberstuff

BUBBERSTUFF By Marcelle Ward Once upon a time, a chipmunk told me, in a very deep, dramatic voice: “You’re a sad little person with the intellect of a gnat. I hate looking at your face.” It proceeded to stare hatefully, its hairy cheeks pulsing like little balloons being blown up. I peered at the thing, dumbfounded and hurt, as if my little sister had slapped me across the face with my dirty underwear. “Fuck you, Alvin,” I said. “Who cares what you think, you son of a bitch?” It guffawed. “You misshapen, misbegotten lout! You care. You care what I think!” I threw a stick at it, and like all small, furry creatures of the forest, it was gone before the projectile hit the ground. I sat up, suddenly aware that I was in a cocoon of a sleeping bag, in the middle of the greenest patch of forest I’d ever seen. Everywhere I turned my head, was green. There was moss on the trees that was so green that it seemed to have an iridescent shine, sparkling as the sun shone on it through the canopy. There was a dull ache in my head and I felt woozy. I blinked a few times, but even that hurt. “Marvelous,” I said. “Truly. Marvelous.” I looked about again, then scrambled to my feet. Someone was playing a very elaborate prank and it just didn’t seem funny. The joke had fizzled out, man. “Where the fu…Dave! Dave, is that you! You play too much, dude!” There was not a sound to be heard within the area of the forest. It was like the world was on mute. Besides the earlier intrusion of a rude chipmunk chattering away his feelings, all that was left was the crunch of leaves underfoot. I shuffled in a circle, taking it all in. How does one explain a silent forest to anyone? To anything about, anything living, how would I tell the tale? I looked down at the sleeping bag, and saw that it was not a sleeping bag, but some type of cloth sack with the drawstring removed. I would never come into a camping situation so unprepared. This, of course, bespoke abduction. I couldn’t fathom coming here of my own volition. The world might be unraveling, today. Like the frayed, rigged sack at my feet. Undone. There was a clearing ahead of me, about 50 or so yards, and the sun punched through the greenery in a glorious way. It was like HD wallpaper. I made for it, hoping I could see something more beyond. Ironically, there was already more than meets the eye in this moment, but Optimus Prime ain’t here to show me how to roll out. “Don’t worry ‘bout that-aways gentle sir, cuz nothing good comes from it. Only cold kisses and thigh meat.” The words hit me as I whirled to notice a shadow of a man shamble out of the bushes and stand before the clearing. His voice was a demonstration in audible drunkspeak and a subtle gargling of saltwater. It sounded like each word caused him pain, and yet he smiled all the while. He looked like just a regular guy from a distance. A little closer I came, and he appeared to be wearing a long, tan overcoat. He had a beard that was ominously black and shimmered like coal when touched by the light. There was something on his head that was red and lumpy how a hat shouldn’t be. The closer I got to him, the slower I stepped, until finally I was about 20 or so feet away. I stopped there, gaping at him. He was a very emaciated, extremely dirty white man. Looked to be in his late forties. The thing on his head was a filthy, disemboweled Elmo doll. It fit perfectly around his greasy, dirty head, and Elmo’s arms hung down to frame his face. Tufts of white stuffing clung to his head in places, making it look like he tried to wash his hair in the stuff. There were scabs under his eyes, and there was something oozing from a wound on his nose. His black hair hung wet against his face, as if he’d just been exercising. His eyes were remarkably large and his glare was wide, like he was being perpetually surprised by something. His smile widened, and yellowish teeth appeared behind chapped lips. He pointed his crooked hand at me and began muttering, and I strained to hear. Hell, I strained to look at him, for he was a horrid sight. Some shit I couldn’t dream up. “Yoooouuuu…you should go back that way, friend.” He made a thumbing gesture to his right. “Zozo don’t like strangers, lest they bringin’ gifts or…or thigh meat.” That awful voice hung in the air like a stench. I asked if he was Zozo. He laughed in such a way that I had to avert my eyes. Then he picked at that awful scab on his nose, which started to bleed afterwards. “I’m Joe Bubberstuff,” he proclaimed. “Sometimes I’m called Redhat. Don’t know why. Don’t know…why.” He seemed genuinely confused about that, which I figured was obvious. This was the first time his gaze relented, and he stared into space like a ninny. It was really warm out, so for him to be sweating his hair out, while wearing a huge trench coat, made sense. I was comfortable in the shade of the forest, but once out in the sun I was sure to be sweating buckets. I told Bubberstuff that I just wanted to get out of here and go home. He shook his head and thumbed again, saying that was the way. But into the clearing, I thought I saw a definitive path. Where he pointed, it was just more dense greenery. I didn’t trust him. Not one iota. His shifty manner and nervous mumbling made him look like meth addict falling from a high. I wasn’t sure how to get out, but I wasn’t going the way he was pointing. I would go any way but that. I made to move past him and he was immediately hostile, assuming a dumb semblance of a boxing stance. He lunged at me and growled like dog. I jumped back and raised my hands in that universal gesture that means “back the hell up”! “I’ll slap…slap you silly till you go to sleep! Slap you to sleep, ya bitch!” He kept lunging at me, pawing at the air, swiping and shadow boxing like Elmer Fudd. He was making those little, “Ffh ffh” sounds, too. He smelled really bad, like sour milk and sweatsocks dipped in piss, sitting in the desert. Every time he jumped, the scent carried. It was so awful my eyes began to water. I held my arm up to my nose and kept about five feet in between us, shuffling to the side each time he got too close. This scene, as I thought on it, would be funny as hell if anyone else caught us in action. I almost laughed then. Instead, I thought I’d have some fun with him. “Ok, ok,” I said. “I give up, man. I give up.” He seemed to slow down a bit, and the broke Nikes he wore flapped a little less. “What did you say your name was? Bubbleguts?” If I had my cell phone, I would have typed “LOL” or a sent a cry laugh emoji. Where in the hell WAS my cell phone? Upon hearing that, Bubberstuff stopped his racket of sticking and moving. He stared his stupid stare again, but this time there was a hint of pain in it. His lips curled a little and they started to twitch at the edges where his beard was beginning to hang over. Bubberstuff was about to cry. I hurt his feelings. “It’s Bubberstuff, not Bubbleguts. Not Bubbleguts, ya bitch!” That last word came out heavy, and I knew I had struck a cord. I just wanted to catch him off guard. I wanted to get past him without having to touch him, or him touching me. “Oh, aw man, sorry Butterbutt. Oh, no, I mean Buttercup. Butterscotch?” He balled up his dirty mitts and held them to his sides. “No, no, no...no. Not. Not that...you asshole! Bubberstuff! Bub-ER-STUFF!” He sounded it out like a kindergartner, and I was finding it hard not to bust out laughing. He was fuming. “Ah, my bad, Beetlejuice. I’m sorry. So sorry I fucked up your name, man. Now can you get out of my way, Butterpecan, so I can get the hell out of this forest?” That seemed to be the last straw for him. He lunged at me, head down like crazy people do. I easily sidestepped him, and taking advantage of his imbalance, kick his feet from underneath him. He crashed face first into the forest floor. He was more resilient than I supposed, and he scrambled up quickly. Not caring much for the old saying, I kicked him with the flat of my shoe, square in his chest. He crumpled like an autumn leaf and fell into a heap on the ground. His moans faded behind me as I ran towards the clearing. I saw it almost too late. There was a trip wire right at the edge of the brush where you could enter into the clearing. It was nearly imperceptible due to its placement near the ground and the camouflage of the shrubbery. I was running too fast to slow down in time, so I just leaped over it at the last moment. But why’d I do that? It was almost as dumb a move, in the end. I jumped over it, but the angle of the ground had hidden something. At the edge entering the clearing was an immediate, steep drop of about two feet. And on the ground, to my horror, was a garden of bricks of all varieties, sticking up out of the ground at deadly angles. The macabre realization hit me, then, and the irony is not lost. The trip wire was there to ensure that people fell in, and that they fell in a way that they would be incapacitated. Or at the absolute worst, killed. I could hear the voice of Admiral Ackbar yelling, “It’s a trap!” The jump I made, unfortunately, was not enough to clear the deathtrap. I landed on my right foot, and it wedged between two jagged cinder blocks, causing me to fall forward, breaking my ankle. I banged my other knee into the adjacent cinder block, but I managed somehow to minimize the pain by shifting to fall on the soft part of my shoulder. My head hit the edge of another brick, and my vision lit up with all the stars of the universe. I howled in pain, the heated agony pushing through every nerve in my flesh. I heard laughter in the distance. Surely the voice of Bubberstuff. But he was only one. There were other, more sinister laughs that followed. I was not in a position to see anything, so I pushed myself up with my shoulder to prop up on my elbow. This brought on another agonizing cry, but I moved past it. I was right at the edge of the bricked garden. And I could see that it was much bigger than I thought, extending about fifty feet to my left or right. Then, I saw something that made this nightmare more concrete, if you will. A sight that drove the wind from my lungs as sure as a blow to the stomach. There was a body, draped crookedly over the top of a set of cinder blocks at the edge of the drop-off. Spatters of blackened blood could be seen on his shirt and on the bricks beside him. I couldn’t be sure it was all his because patterns of blood spray painted all of the bricks. The blue and white Dave Matthews shirt was a dead giveaway, though. It was Dave. His eyes were open wide and he was looking directly into the sky in that forever way. Seeing Dave snapped me out of my delusion. Something caught in my mind, and I began to remember the previous night. I recalled that he and I had gone out to a bar in St. Louis. Possibly Big Poppa’s…Big Daddy’s. It was hazy, but I did remember drinking a variety of shots. One of his buddies from work, Mark or Mick or Mike, had shown up and was just hammering us with drinks. He said he’d take us home, but he wanted us to enjoy ourselves. He didn’t have anything to drink, not that I could recall. We started talking to some girls, whom we creeped out due to our drunkenness. I think we were asked to leave. After that, I must have blacked out. WE must have blacked out. The cackling rose again, and with it other odd echoes that emanated from everywhere and nowhere at once. It was crazy and mocking and sounded like murder. Out here in the full brightness of the sun, I could only narrow my eyes and crane my head to look at his legs. The rest of his body was obscured by the shadow of the forest. Bubberstuff stood at the edge. “See…see I told you. Some just don’t listen. Don’t listen anyhow, but Bubberstuff tries to help sometimes. Zozo only needs one at a time. Just one.” I managed to yell at him. To curse him. I told him he was crazy. That I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about because he’s a stupid meth head. That NOBODY knew what he was talking about. I yelled at him to come help me or to go and get help. He said nothing. He only stood there, listening to me shrieking at him. I cursed him more as the pain in my ankle and leg ate my sanity. “You just…you just thigh meat now. Just thigh meat.” He giggled to himself and stepped down from the edge carefully. He hobbled towards me. At my back, I heard a skittering sound, like many legs moving across the stones and bricks. I tried to look behind me, but my peripheral vision only caught the glare of light. I turned back to Bubberstuff and asked him what that was. The bum stopped a few feet in front of me, stinking like a burning pamper, and kneeled down. He reached out his hand toward the ground and wriggled his fingers. Something big and black with a hundred horrible legs began crawling up his arm. Bubberstuff tee-hee’d like he was being tickled, and the goddamned thing scrambled up his back and rested its head at his shoulder. Six big, red eyes protruded from the middle of its triangular head, which terminated in four sharp pincers that snapped together, sounding off like whip cracks. It hissed at me, revealing rows of tiny silver teeth in its maw. “This is Blackie,” the bum said. “He wants your face for feast, he’ll chew your feet, and your eyes are treats!” He rubbed the thing’s head and it purred like a cat. “Maybe Zozo eat your thigh meat, anyhow…” “THIIIGGGH MEEEAT,” Blackie hissed.

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theblacklexluthor

[TRUE] The Grinning Man

My name is Matthew Kalamane and I am the writer and director of the feature film titled 'The Grinn', a story that is based on true events that actually happened on the set where it was filmed, or otherwise known as my house from childhood. I found myself at home one weekend night, my parents were out of town and I was returning from a canceled sleepover at a friend’s house. The lights were on when I got in the door and I remember getting a phone call from that same friend shortly thereafter, which would end up being the last normal event of the night. My brother was playing video games in the next room and I could hear him tapping furiously at a video game while I spoke on the cordless phone. I walked around in the living room and ended the phone call in the kitchen, when I remember hearing some kind of high pitched squeal that came from the house somewhere, and I couldn't place where it was coming from as it sounded the same in every room I went to investigate. It ended after about a minute after it started and was interrupted by the phone ringing, but the phone was not in the kitchen where I left it. It was in the bathroom on the counter in front of the sink. I answered the phone and there was nobody there, so hung up. It was at that point where I heard a dragging sound, like a large heavy object was being dragged in the attic crawl space above me. I followed the sound as it slowly navigated from room to room, and ended up in my parent bedroom, who still had a waterbed. After the sound made it to the far wall, it stopped and the phone rang again, this time my friend was on the other end of it. I told him what was going on and he told me to be careful and call the police. After I got off the phone I laid down on the waterbed and was horrified to find a body shaped solid object inside the water bed mattress and leaped out. I then heard a knock at the door and answered it quickly but there was nobody there. It was at this point where my brother called me from his room to check something out that he had just discovered in the game he was plying, and a little more than annoyed at his lack of interest in what was going on, I stormed into his room. There was nobody there. His bed was made and the room spotless. Neither the console nor the TV was on, and the controller was wrapped and unplugged. There was no way he could have hid and cleaned his room in the few seconds it took me to make it from the front door to his room. I had been alone the entire night, hearing for twenty straight minutes my brother playing a game that he was not present to be playing. The phone rang again, but again, it was not where I left it. This time it was resting on the kitchen counter where I originally had left it, so I walked through the entire house to answer it. It was my friend calling again, this time saying that the call was dropped for some reason and he was calling me back. I explained what just happened and there was another knock at the door. Since I was standing right next to it, I peeked out the window within two seconds of the knocks and there was nobody there. At this point I opened the door and stepped onto the porch to make sure I didn't see anyone running away as I had a large wide open yard and there want anything to hide behind. I walked into the yard to look around, but didn't find anything. I found myself engaged in several more minutes of talking before my friend got off the line, and it was at that moment where I realized that the place I had been staring off into space it while talking, were two very large black reflective eyes looking back at me. The figure was tall and lanky, and stood only ten feet or so from be, in the shadow cast by front the garage from the front door light. The most notable feature he wore was an inhumanly large smile, and he was grinning with oily metallic teeth from literally ear to ear. Despite me staring directly at him for more than five minutes, I pretended I did not notice him and through willpower alone, made it inside the house without running as fast as I could and instead walked calmly. I remember feeling like if I ran, he would chase me, and somehow knew that he would have caught me easily. I barricaded myself in my room the rest of the night and did not fall asleep until the sun came up the next morning and my parents were home. Nothing like that had ever happen to me before that and nothing like that has happened since. www.thegrinn.com

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makkolv

Friends with a School Stalker

This is a true story about an ex-friend of mine I tried to help through his terrifying obsession with a girl, to no avail. I’ve always been the type to observe everything from a safe distance. Seldom am I ever brought into drama, but people come to me for advice a lot. I’ve given my best and most sound counseling to friends, but this particular guy I knew was beyond any form of help. The guy, we’ll call him Andy (I’ll change all the names), made no point to cover up his psycho. From mumbling out loud to himself in public to being physically harmful, Andy was quite the basketcase. I started out knowing very little about him because I kept to myself, and come gym class, when we’d walk the track, I’d have my headphones in most of the time. When a girl began walking around the track with him and conversing with him, I instantly noticed, as I would overhear them talking about some metal bands I coincidentally enjoyed. I’m not really sure how I wound up in this group, but maybe one of them made a move to hang out with me, possibly my hilarious gay friend, Mack. This group consisted of Andy the psycho, Christa, Mack, and two other girls apart from myself. We had our subgroups: Christa and the other two girls were heavily into anime, whilst Mack and I would get into deep conversations about mysteries of life. Andy, on the other hand, mostly sat and listened to Christa. He had an obvious fixation on her, and by the middle of the school year, everyone including Christa knew how desperate he was for her. Christa stated that she did not date, as her father was very protective, and to be honest, she kind of gave of a lesbian vibe, anyway. Despite her efforts to pull away from him, Andy was practically on top of her, forcing hugs she awkwardly yanked away from, and making it known he wanted her. On one occasion, she’d blocked his number after realizing it was a mistake to give it to him. He managed to steal her phone and unblock his number, and upon confrontation, he had admitted to blocking his twin brother’s number in her phone. Andy absolutely hated his twin, and never wanted to be compared to him, which would be expected as his brother was the charismatic one with lots of friends. Yet, Andy said on multiple occasions he’d wished his brother dead and joked about the joyful thought of killing him. I didn’t judge harshly at first, but my friend Mack did. He would let Andy know what a creep he was. One time, Christa and Andy were talking as he’d taken his seat right beside her. He was telling her not to talk to his brother, and somewhere in the conversation, right in the school library, he slapped her for not listening. I’ll never forget the fear and anger on her face, and from then on, even after his awkward apology, Christa let him know he should stay away. Unfortunately, he’d taken to talking to me all along, as I’ve always been a soundboard whether I cared to be or not. Everyday on the bus it was Christa Christa Christa. Somedays he’d just chant her name and get lost in his own thoughts of her. I would try to drop subtle hints that she’s not interested, or, at the very least to treat her normal and give her space. Apart from his desire for Christa, he was the most desperate guy I’d ever met. He would ask out every girl he met and spoke to for about a day. He would message me on facebook about how he needed a girlfriend, and luckily I’d been in a relationship for 4 years by then and he knew he couldn’t have me. That still didn’t stop him from hitting on me in such menial ways I didn’t realize at first, including a near promposal. He’d once just typed my name, and when I asked him what was up, he simply said, “you’re beautiful...but you look exactly like someone from my past and it makes me sad remembering her everytime I look at you. I miss her.” He definitely had a knack for making people uncomfortable and some days I couldn’t help but ignore him. Christa evaded him till high school graduation, but Andy’s obsession only seemed to intensify. I genuinely thought he could be helped and I could get through to him whilst keeping my own distance, but he set off too many alarms. Firstly, he was training for some entry into a military boot camp of sorts and was discharged for reasons in relation to his mental state, though he wouldn’t get too far into it. Secondly, everyday he would write me at weird times early in the morning to tell me, “Help, I can’t stop thinking of her. I’m in love with her!” This was clearly not true as he’d made moves on me and other girls in the time he’d known her. He made many implications that he would self-harm to get her off his mind but nothing worked. He’d also somehow convinced himself that she wanted him, and would frequent the grocery store she went to and say hi, though she just kept her head down and ignored him. One morning, as I was browsing social media, he messaged me the usual, “I need her, I love her. Help, I’m going crazy.” I tried to help him analyze his feelings and come to his senses that he was fine and to let her be. I thought, if he’s hitting on other girls, but claiming to love her, let’s see what he says to this. I typed out, “Tell me, what do you truly love about her?” I cannot believe what he sent me next. It was the most ridiculous and degrading message I’d ever read about somebody, “She has such small breasts. I love that about her. I dream of taking her virginity, and I don’t think she’d mind how ‘small’ I am, If you know what I mean.” I felt like I’d read some psycho’s personal diary. Truthfully, this girl was tiny, 18 years old and not even 100 pounds, which made me fear that he’d prey on her. He was very short, but she appeared vulnerable and smaller than him. I was on the last straw playing therapist for this guy who clearly had no goddamned idea he was scaring this girl. Up to the last time we spoke, the worst thing he’d requested of me was to get ahold of Christa’s new number somehow for him and attempt to lure her in to see him again. He grew frustrated with my decline and pleaded with me to help him obtain her address. Needless to say, the last night we spoke, I wished him well and told him I would not assist him in terrorizing Christa. Then I blocked him, and It’s been about a year since then. I just hope he got the help he needed, and I hope for her sake he hasn’t found out where she lives by now...

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Vameiagirl

[FICTION] The girl who ran

(Half of it is true)So it all began when i went to my mate daniel's place for a sleepover he had his friend patrick (but we'll call him pat). and we hanged out and played videogames for a while up to about 2 in the morning. So as the crazy tired and retarded 12 year old boys we were, we decided to go to a local park which was a ten minute walk from daniels house. We all agreed and proceeded for some reason even it being a ten min walk we got there at 2:30am but left at roughly 2:00-2:10. So we get to the park and just start talking whilst walking around the park and then pat points out a little tea set thingy on the ground. At first we thought nothing of it, a little creepy of course but nothing much then we spotted a barbie dress in a nearby stream. This was also pretty creepy. Now the next part was quite shocking at the time as we were about to leave (3:10am) we saw a little girl in the distance staring at us. We all bolted in the direction of his house. While discussing the past events that had just occured, we saw the same girl through the window and that was all i remeber from that night. The next morning we were all having breakfast and on the news there was a girl who had ran away from home 2 days ago. The girl was found drowned to death in the stream we saw the dress.

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_Giraf_

The Family Business

My grandfather was a reserved man. I don’t remember him ever smiling. I don’t have many memories of him—he was always away on work trips, even into his old age. If you’d asked me, I wouldn’t have said we were close. But I guess out of all the grandkids, I was the best fit. His funeral was closed casket. The eulogy was empty words. I wasn’t sad he was gone, but I was sad that I didn’t feel sad. It felt like a stranger’s funeral. Coming home to my apartment was a solemn experience. I lived alone—except for Patches, my cat. It made me think about my own funeral. Who would show up? Who would mourn? That was my melancholy line of thought when I realized there was a long, black box on my kitchen table. It hadn’t been there when I left. And the door had been locked—I had to use my key to get in. There was a note on top. I recognized the handwriting. Grandpa had missed most birthdays and Christmases, but he always sent a card. "To Mattie," it said. "I know this is a great responsibility. I would never ask it of you if there was any other way. But I think you’ll handle it well, and you’ll make me proud. “I’m sorry I was absent for so much of your life. You deserved a grandparent who was there for you. I only hope that you’ll understand now why it had to be that way. And know that at the end, I’ll be here, waiting to welcome you. “I love you, Mattie. Welcome to the family business.” The box top came off easily, like birthday gift wrapping. Black tissue paper packed the inside. Underneath, laying on a bed of black velvet, was a scythe. The wooden handle was worn smooth where thousands of hands had held it. The silver blade glinted wickedly, honed to a razor’s edge.

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firesidechats451

Scary stories |Heart-Pounding Stalker Tales | True Survival Horror Ambience

🌙 Step into the chilling world of "Heart-Pounding Stalker Tales," where eerie and unsettling encounters are brought to life. Brace yourself for a spine-tingling and creepy journey that will keep you nervous and alone with your deepest fears. This true survival horror ambience is designed to be immersive, plunging you into the dark and mysterious world of psychological terror. https://youtu.be/OLFYAY3fj4Y?si=JQut4FifH1xQe9MY

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Western-Ferret-26

Bring Out the Dead

The sun begins to hide itself beyond the western horizon, and the sky is painted dark orange. Long shadows stretch like clawed hands seeking to clutch and strangle what little light remains. They come. Faces like wax, eyes deep pools of black ink, teeth sharp and bloodstained. They come. They want to feed. The doors are all locked. The shades are all drawn. People in their houses speak not above a whisper. Children lie awake and whimper. Their pillows are wet with tears. They tremble, but do not make a sound louder than a squeak. For the things have come, and they want to feed. Street lights flicker and fail as they pass beneath. Shuffling feet. Hissing, wheezing. Hungering. They must feed. They crave flesh. They thirst for blood. They have come. They drag jagged claws down the people's doors. They slap their gnarled hands on windows. Those inside huddle together. A wife looks to her husband for the reassurance that he cannot give. Hours pass. Midnight. Still they roam. Still they hunger. Still they thirst. Some have found strays. Some have found rats. An appetizer before a feast, perhaps. Through damp grass they plod. Over cold black roads they shuffle. The forgotten. The wretched. The cursed. The revenant. Hours pass. A mother in bed with her two children. No sleep. No dreams of happy things. Only fear. Primal. Paralyzing. Banging at the window. It cracks. The mother's eyes are filled with tears. She doesn't scream. Her hands cover the mouths of her children. They mustn't get to the children. They mustn't feed on the children. If only they can survive the night, she'll board the windows. Not the children. In the east a blood-red slash against the horizon. The night is mortally wounded. Figures with faces like wax return to unknown crypts. The dawn has come. Hunger unsated. They'll return at sunset. They always return at sunset.

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DungeonMarshal

A gigantic disaster

A Giant Disaster When I was much younger, I worked for a local mining company that had come in from out of state. I was at the very bottom of the totem pole so to speak since I was one of the men on the dirt crew. Basically, our job was to shovel and move dirt. This was a huge open pit mine, meaning that there was a giant, deep pit full of large and medium rocks all the way down. Now, as you may or may not know, there's a lot of gigantic heavy equipment that's used around mining operations. When I say gigantic, I mean that the tires on these vehicles can be like 14 feet tall! That's what the vehicle in this story had on it, anyways. This particular dump truck was so huge and heavy, that it had some sort of air brakes to help stop its humongous momentum. On this particular day, I was just finishing up my break when my boss came up to me and asked me to move the giant a few feet forward, towards the giant pit. Now, my boss is the person who hired me and he definitely knows all of my capabilities on the job, so I was kind of surprised, but I figured that he knew what I was capable of so of course, he wouldn't ask me to do something that he knew I couldn't handle. Oh, how wrong I was! After what had to be a few actual minutes of me climbing the ladder to get into the driver's seat, I started to figure out that maybe I was in over my head. When I reached to top of the ladder and got to the steps to get inside the cab, I knew I was probably in over my head but again, I figured that my boss wouldn't ask me to do anything that he thought I wouldn't be able to do. As I sat myself in the driver's seat, I noted the brand new leather interior inside the cab. I could smell the new interior, as this particular vehicle had only 19 miles on it. I started the giant and had a little trouble putting it in gear at first, but then I finally got it and started rolling forward. As the huge dump truck started to gain speed towards the edge of the pit, I attempted to apply the regular brakes that we are all used to, via the peddle on the floor. But, when that wasn't really working, I began to panic as I realized that there were likely 2 braking systems in this giant, heavy dump truck! Since I had no idea how to use the accompanying air brakes. I literally began to pray about what I should do next. So, I decided to jump. I then opened my door and proceeded to jump nearly 20 feet onto the rocks below. I landed just after the giant had started over the edge into the huge pit, in the rocks, and on my knees. I then watched helplessly as the giant dump truck careened down farther into the pit. It all happened almost in slow motion to me. I watched as the giant flipped end over end further and further down into the pit, kicking up a huge cloud of dust as it went. I mean, that dump truck must have flipped about 54 times during its long journey down! I watched in shock and horror as one of the truck's giant 14-foot tires went flying off and bounced away! I gaped at the sight of the truck's bed breaking off and flying way up into the air like a U.F.O! The time seemed to drag by like hours as I helplessly watched the giant flip all the way down and basically melt into the bottom of the huge rock pit. When the giant finally came to a rest at the bottom, sat there awhile, reflecting in shock on what I had just witnessed. Sometime after, I got up, brushed myself off, and went up to face my boss. To my surprise, my boss was pissed at me! He yelled at me to immediately march myself by myself to the company office across the property! I guess for him, hospital checkups were overrated. When I got to the office, I was angry, plus I was fired right on the spot! I tried arguing my case, that my boss had been the one to give me the task in the first place, but to no avail. Unfortunately, I walked away that traumatic day without a job and with my final paycheck in my hand.

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So-nora

Devils Lettuce

Daniel, a 16-year-old boy is sitting on the couch watching Cheech and Chong while his older brother Mark walks in the front door. “The weeds all dried and I’m not waiting until 4:20”, Mark says with a huge smile while holding up a massive bag of weed. “Stealing that holy water was the smartest thing ever. We should call this shit “The Brain of Christ.”, Daniel says with a smirk. “Nah, too wordy, let’s call it holy weed.” Daniel examines that bag. “Let’s just smoke it and let it name itself like usual. With how this smells we could call it cyanide, people would probably still buy it.” Mark rolls up a blunt as the brothers debate what they will sell this for. But one thing is for sure, watering it with holy water will be the selling point. The two finish the blunt and call the weed “Holy Moly” because it is extremely strong. “Mom's boyfriend Larry is about to be here.” Danial groans with a slight eye roll. “Don’t gotta tell me twice!” Mark heads straight for the door, but as soon as he opens it he finds Larry on the porch about to enter. He also has cleft hooves and horns. “Why are you wearing that, it’s the middle of July.” Mark says with more than a hint of judgement. “No matter how hot, I must wear this suit to work. It comes with the job description. Mark walks straight back to Daniel as Larry heads to the bathroom. “This motherfucker looks like a goat.” “Did you put extra shit in the blunt?” “You know I wouldn’t do that.” Larry walks into the room. “Smells like pot. Don’t worry I won’t tell your mom-” Mark interrupts “Why are you dressed like a fuckin goat?” Larry stays entirely still for a couple of seconds… “What?” Daniel points at Larry and says “You look like a goat, and it’s not the weed.” Larry slides across the floor towards the boys, hands extended and not moving his feet. Mark jumps up, but as Larry goes to grab Daniel his hand burns. Larry's voice gets much deeper. “What are you!” He demands. “Tell me your names!” At this moment the boy's mom Claire walks in. “All of my favorite people in one place.” She doesn’t notice that Larry looks like a goat. “Oh, we were just discussing life and death.” Larry laughs and when Claire turns her head he gives an evil gaze to the boys. “Daniel wanted to show me something in his room.” Mark grabs Daniels's arm and ushers him off. Mark and Daniel sit on Daniel's bed. The room is mostly empty with a television and a poster of Dave Chappelle. “It’s gotta be the Holy Moly,” Daniel blurts out as soon as the door closes. “No shit but two people can’t have the same hallucination at the same time, what we saw was real.” “We’ve got to do something.” “But what?” Mark picks up the massive bag of weed. “We’ve got to get way higher than usual. After that, we’ve got to start going to Church more often. There’s obviously something to it.” The boys smoke three blunts of the Holy Moly in a row and go back out armed with the rest of the holy water they didn’t use on the plants. It’s in a water bottle. This time they sense an evil presence in their moms belly. They give each other a look of understanding but say nothing. Mark starts to improvise and goes to shake Larry's hand. “I haven’t fully welcomed you into the house yet.” Larry pulls away, “I think I’m coming down with something. I’ll have to go to bed right now if I want to have the energy to win in court.” Daniel opens his mouth to try to stop him. Mark smacks his arm to let him know he’s got something else in mind. As Larry leaves the room, Mark offers his mom a glass of water. “How thoughtful I am a little thirsty.” Mark pours her a glass of holy water while making himself a drink from the refrigerator. The boys can see the evil fading away as soon as she drinks it. “I think I have what Larry has, I’m going to bed.”, Claire says as she holds her stomach and walks towards the bedroom. The boys contemplate what they are going to do about Larry. They don’t know what he is, but they know he’s not human. Twenty minutes later, Larry comes back out. “I want to make a deal.”, says Larry as he sits across from the boys. “Living in a household where people know…my true nature is a big problem for me. I will leave in exchange for your mother. I will arrange for her to give you the house as we will move to a bigger one.” “You’ve got a deal,” Mark says. “We do?” Daniel is shocked. “I say the three of us smoke a blunt to seal it,” Mark says as he pulls out the fattest blunt he could roll. Larry agrees. Daniel interjects “I have a better idea, we need to break in my new bong.” Both boys are starting to catch on that they have the same plan and opt for the bong. “Load it up,” Mark points to the bong. Both boys take a hit and pass it to Larry. Larry takes his hit and falls over before he can exhale. Daniel looks a little shocked. “Did we kill him?” “I hope so.” Larry begins to wake up… “Where is the girl?” “What girl Larry?” Mark is beginning to fear the plan has failed. “I need to get a demon out of King Henry's daughter, and who on earth is this Larry?”

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Aware-Locksmith6757

Mask would change faces when I was little

This is one of my oldest memories and I dont think of it often, but i thought I'd share it. When I was between 5 or 6 I had this plastic green hulk mask, it was from the new hulk movie movie that had come out in 2003. One day I noticed that the face had changed on it, which was impossible because it was just a plastic mask. I remember running to my mom and telling her that the face had changed, and she said "maybe the face changes on that mask". This continued to happen and somehow it was interesting to me but at the time i wasn't scared At this point I don't know if she was replacing the mask to scare me (which doesn't make sense but I guess it's possible), or if she just thought it was my imagination. Even though I was young I remember it clearly and the face definitely changed. There is a picture of me somewhere wearing the mask and costume in our kitchen, I would wear it all the time for months

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Prudent-Ad9261

Reddits Darkest Posts

https://youtu.be/jXyaj4KjwnI?si=tcWXjrDljR04VhyW

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AccomplishedWaltz609

The road to New Wilderness [Part 15]

[\[Part 14\]](https://www.reddit.com/user/RandomAppalachian468/comments/1778wpt/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_14/) [\[Part 16\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1799uie/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_16/) Rough hands threw me down, and pain shot up my kneecaps. Dozens of crew members crowded around with a few subdued snickers at my discomfort. Now that I was face-to-face with them, I realized that they were almost all children, with a few older kids of perhaps 16 or 17 in the mix. Each wore the same strange blend of pirate attire and modern clothing, many too small for the items they chose. Some of the children couldn’t have been any older than ten or eleven, and yet they glared at me with primal distrust, their hands gripping sharp axes and gleaming handguns that were almost too big for them to hold. Painted designs adorned every face, odd zigzags and swirls that depicted ocean waves, burning ships, and stick people killing various monsters. Scars were the norm too, real scars, some of which looked like they’d just begun to heal, stitches and bandages on more than one skinny arm or leg. They shoved Chris to the deck beside me, Jamie on the other side of him, and a cold gun barrel pressed against the back of my head. Out on the water, the flames leapt higher as the boat that had saved our lives burned, and it threw a bright orange glow over the surrounding area with pitch black clouds of smoke roiling into the sky. I could taste the plastic-stench of burning fiberglass and wanted a drink of water more than anything. Coarse ropes were wound tight around my wrists, and I could only stare with desperate longing at my canteen, which lay with the rest of our gear at the captain’s feet. He stood with his back to us, one boot propped on the ship’s rail, watching our little sailboat sink into the waves with a final gasp of fire. As soon as it slipped beneath the waterline, he turned, and fixed us with a toothy, smug grin. “Always love watching the expensive ones burn. Thousands of dollars some rich fool paid, and I get to send her right to the bottom with naught but a match.” His crew chuckled along with him, hearty laughter that held no remorse for the implications of what that meant. I had a hard time convincing myself these were children, but some of the sword-points at my throat served as solid reminders. Unsure of what to do, or how to react, I snuck a sideways look at Jamie, who had her eyes fixed on our weapons stacked a few feet away. *Pirates. Somehow, we managed to run into a boat full of child-pirates. This whole place is like one bad fever dream.* Pacing up and down in front of us, the boy in the captain’s hat held up our driver’s licenses as if he were reading off a bingo card. “So, who do we have here? Miss Jamie Belladona Lansen. A fancy name for a fancy lass.” Jamie didn’t react, and I glimpsed her hands behind her back, the fingers trying to pick at the knots with stubborn patience. Unabashed by her silence, the captain tossed the ID card in Jamie’s face, and moved on, the strange Caribbean-style accent rolling off his tongue with effortless fluidity. “A Mister Christopher Rodrick Dekker, from Pennsylvania no less. How’s the lip?” Chris spat blood onto the deck, his lower lip split in two places. They’d been rough with Jamie and I, cuffs and kicks seeming to bring them joy, but for some reason the crew had taken special delight in beating Chris, no matter how much I’d pleaded with them to stop. He had a black eye, and blood ran from both nostrils over his upper lip, Chris’s already stained shirt spotted with droplets of fresh crimson. The captain paused, eyed the spit on the deck, and his smugness faded into a cold, hardened frown. “Still full of fire, are ya? We’ll sort that out, later. Who’s left?” His dark eyes fixed on me, and I gulped, a shiver moving down my spine. “One Miss Hannah Elizebeth Brun. My, my, a Kentucky girl. You’re far from home, aren’t ya lass?” *Do I answer? What will he do if I don’t? I don’t want them to hurt Jamie or Chris.* Dropping my gaze to the oaken plants under my knees, I cleared my throat. “W-We got lost.” Silence. Everyone stared at me, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I’d screwed up. I wasn’t supposed to respond, it had been a trick question. Deep in the captain’s throat, a sound came, louder and louder by the second until he burst into unrestrained, boisterous laughter. The rest of the crew did the same, and I didn’t know whether to relax, or worry. “I’ll say you did.” The captain flicked my ID into the bridge of my nose and rested his hand on the hilt of his beautiful silver cutlass. “Do you know where you are, lass? You have the faintest clue?” I dug my teeth into my lower lip, desperate to distract myself from the hurricane of anxiety in my chest. “Maple Lake?” “Not anymore.” The captain drew himself up with pride and swept a grandiose arm at the rolling waves around his ship. “Behold, the sea of Sargosia, and the great pirate kingdom of [Captain Grapeshot Roberts.](https://www.reddit.com/user/RandomAppalachian468/comments/15acwnz/we_are_the_pirates_of_sunbright_orphanage_part_1/)” His crew erupted with cheers once more, their weapons raised in the air, each blade glinting in the firelight. Chris lifted his head and coughed. “We don’t mean any harm. If you let us go, we could—” *Whack.* With a harsh swing of his hand, Captain Roberts slapped Chris so hard across the face that some of his blood flecked onto my cheek. “Keep yer trap shut, ya scurvy landlubber! Ye’ll speak when I let ye. Boatswain Emelia!” A girl with a short brownish-blonde bun stepped from the crowd, two swords hanging from her belt, a black pistol with the word ‘Uzi’ on its receiver clasped in her hands. “Aye sir?” “Take them to the brig.” Captain Roberts waved a hand at us in haughty disgust. “And stow their tack in the hold. The graybacks will pay a handsome price for these three.” Delighted, the boatswain let slide a wicked smile, and yanked Jamie to her feet by her long blonde hair. “You heard the captain, on your feet!” *Graybacks? ELSAR. He’s going to sell us to ELSAR.* Four boys dragged Chris, and I yelped at another girl twisting her fingers in my hair to pull me along. Various members of the crew lashed out as we were paraded past them, some spitting in my face, others stomping on my feet, still more throwing sly punches at my ribs, arms, and face. Pain flared in every part of me, and I did my best not to show how much it hurt. Any sign of weakness or suffering only seemed to encourage them. Down a flight of steps, through a cramped deck with cannons on both sides of the aisle, and down into yet another deck we went, until at last, our captors dragged us into the cavernous ship’s hold. As my eyes adjusted, I gasped in wonder. The hold had been packed with all sorts of containers, from old-fashioned wooden crates to modern plastic coolers, trunks, chests, and suitcases. A pile of shoes as tall as I was stood in one corner, and heaps of clothes were tucked next to it. There were stacks of mismatched metal ammunition cans, and a round oil drum with farming tools sticking out the top. Blue plastic totes held drinking water, canned food had been stacked inside a ring of suitcases to keep them from rolling everywhere, and bags of wheat, potatoes, and corn were piled in the center around the support beams. It looked as if the pirates had scrounged everything they could get their hands on, including useless items like gaming consoles, televisions, and an elegant golden chandelier that had been hung from the ceiling right above a large, wrought-iron cage. At the sight of the rusted metal, the sinister red stains on the floor, and the iron manacles bolted to the wall of the brig, my insides churned. *How many people have they kept down here before us?* One-by-one, they pushed Jamie, Chris, and I into the cage, and untied our aching hands. Slamming the door shut, the boatswain locked it, and picked up a nearby bucket with a cruel grin on her sharp face. “One last thing . . .” She swung the wooden pail, and cold water splashed over the three of us, smelling of algae and mud. “Sleep tight.” The boatswain cooed with cruel sarcasm, and swaggered off to the stairwell, already barking orders to her subordinates. “Gunners, stow those guns, and make ready to sail for Golgotha Bay.” Shadows closed in, most of the light gone save for a single lantern hanging from a hook nearby, and I rubbed at the rope marks on my wrists, the skin red and tender. “You guys okay?” Jamie leaned against the wall and massaged her bad shoulder with a grimace. “I’ve been worse.” Chris sat on the floor, his head against the sloping hull that made the back wall of the cage and groaned. “It’s my fault. I should’ve made you leave while you had the chance.” “It’s like you said.” I squatted next to him and waited until his eyes opened to meet mine. “Either we all go home, or no one does.” “Looks like we’re going for no one does.” Jamie sighed and rubbed at her scalp with an irritated glower at the stairwell. “I swear, if I get the chance to get my hands on that pony-tail chick, I’m gonna ram those swords right up her—” “Hi.” Spinning on my heel, I peered into the gloom of the hold. *How hard did they punch me? I could have sworn I heard a little kid just now. Or did they leave someone to spy on us?* “Hello?” I rasped, my throat dry as a desert, and walked closer to grip the bars of our cage. “Who’s there?” Little feet padded over the floorboards, and from behind the pile of clothes, a girl emerged. She couldn’t have been very old, maybe eight at most, short and skinny, with her hair tied back in a frizzy brown braid behind her head. Unlike everyone else, she wore a simple green t-shirt with a shooting star emblazoned on the front, and a pair of ragged blue jeans on her legs. A tiny rope belt circled her waist, with a wooden toy sword stuck into it, it’s handle wrapped in purple tape with blue flowers on it. No shoes covered her feet, but the girl didn’t seem to mind, scampering over and around all the supplies with practiced ease. Her head tilted to one side in curiosity at my stare, and the girl waved with an innocent smile. “My name’s Tarren. What’s yours?’ Stunned, I forgot how to talk for a few moments, but managed to pat myself on the chest as if speaking a crude form of sign-language. “I-I’m Hannah. These are my friends, Jamie and Chris.” Tarren shuffled closer, and her eyes widened at seeing Jamie’s bleach-blonde hair. “Wow! You’re so pretty. Are you a princess?” Her expression softened at the unexpected praise, and Jamie moved closer to the bars to crouch lower. “Depends on who you ask. I like your braid. Did you do that?” Bringing one hand to her hair, Tarren shook her head, and glanced at the nearby stairs. “No. Sammy did it for me. He always braids my hair, so it won’t get caught in stuff.” I couldn’t detect any treachery or angst in the child, as if somehow she had escaped the cruelty that had swept through all the other children onboard this floating crime tenement. Little Tarren seemed like a regular eight-year-old, and something about the way she hopped from pile to pile was disarmingly cute. Smiling at her, I nodded at the toy sword on her hip. “Nice sword. Is purple your favorite color?” She beamed, and drew the wooden blade to swish at the air with it. “It is! Purple is the best color in the whole world. Sammy made it for me.” Chris inched off the wall, though I could tell he hurt enough that he didn’t want to move far. “Sammy sounds real nice. Who is he?” At that, Tarren frowned, and looked down at her bare toes. “He’s nice to me. But he’s really grumpy with everyone else. They have to do what he says, cause he’s the oldest, and he keeps us safe.” *She’s best friends with Captain Roberts?* I had a hard time picturing the arrogant kid who’d just had us beaten and thrown in a cell as a caring, protective type, especially where this little girl was concerned. My mind drifted to a few horrid possibilities, and I shuddered, praying his motivations weren’t that depraved. “You mean the captain? Captain Roberts?” I kept my smile on, but let her see how confused I was, hoping to win some sympathy. “How come he was so mean to us? Look at Chris, see how hurt he looks? Why would Sammy do that?” Tarren glanced at Chris’s bruised, bloody face, and her expression crumpled. “I’m sorry. Sammy says I’m not supposed to talk to bad people. He says anyone he puts in the box is a bad person, and they always lie.” “No, no, no.” Jamie shook her head, and pointed to Chris and I. “We’re not bad, honest. We got lost in the woods, and monsters chased us into the water. We’re from a big zoo a long way from here. Do you like animals?” Her cocoa brown eyes lit up, and Tarren bounced on her feet. “I love them! Elephants are my favorite. They have big feet and can stomp, stomp, stomp on anything. Someday, when I get big enough, Sammy is gonna let me steer the ship, all by myself, and I’ll go to the zoo. Then we can get strawberry ice cream with crunchy cones and there won’t be any monsters allowed.” *I hope so, kiddo. I hope you sail far away from this nightmare, and never come back. You don’t deserve this hell.* “Why is Sammy so nice to you?” I couldn’t help myself, the gnawing fear that this little girl might be just as much a prisoner as we were overriding my better judgment. “Does he ever hurt you? You can tell me.” Tarren blinked at me, confused, her sword frozen in the air mid-swipe. “No. Sammy’s my friend because of Grace. Grace wouldn’t let anyone hurt me. Grace was everyone’s friend.” Those last words came softer, sadder, and Tarren’s eyes drooped to make her appear older than she was. “Grace?” He mustered enough willpower to crawl closer to the bars, and Chris coughed on a throat that sounded dryer than mine. “Who’s she?” Heavy footsteps thudded somewhere overhead, and Tarren jumped, her eyes darting around the hold. “I gotta go. Don’t tell anyone I was here, okay? I don’t want to get in trouble.” Without another word, Tarren stuck her toy sword back into her rope belt and scampered off into another doorway opposite us. Disappointed, I let my hands slide from the cage bars, and turned back to the others. “Great. Now what do we do?” Jamie stared at the door Tarren had left through and picked at her thumbnail in thought. “Did you happen to count how many of them there were? I’d say there’s maybe thirty or so, tops.” “Still enough that we’re not getting out of here with our bare hands.” Chris grunted and poked at his bleeding face with tender fingers. “Little punks hit hard. Besides, there’s no telling if or when they’ll let us out of here. By the time we get a window to escape, we might be too dehydrated to run.” I scooted over to him and pulled at the corner of my shirt to help daub some of the blood away. “You sure you’re okay? They didn’t break anything?” He shook his head, but gestured to his ragged ear with a strained, cynical smile. “Figure I won’t win any beauty pageants though. How bad is it?” For a moment, I debated what to say, the torn skin swollen and red from where the Crawler had snagged him, with scabs forming under the bandage Jamie had wound over it. *I’m just glad you’re still breathing.* The thought sparked a memory in my mind, and I let myself drink in the sky-blue of his irises with my own. “Looks like an ear to me.” Chris smiled, his teeth starry white in the darkness, and that alone made the cramped cell a little less horrible. Jamie sat down on his right, I on Chris’s left, and we put our backs to the curved hull of the ship. With no other options left, we huddled close to each other to try and keep warm, as our soaked clothes pulled the heat from our limbs. The ship creaked and rocked in subtle motion with the waves, and with my ear against the hull, I could detect the rush of water that slid past. Muffled footsteps echoed from the crew above, and strange, eerie calls snaked through the water outside, dozens of unknown creatures following in the depths below. My mouth burned for water, but exhaustion dragged my eyelids down in a rare form of mercy. At some point in the long, arduous night, I woke to find my head resting on Chris’s shoulder. Just when I was about to straighten up in embarrassment, he laced his fingers into mine, and gave my palm a gentle squeeze. *It’s fine.* Lovely, silky-smooth warmth flowered in my chest, butterflies in my stomach, and in spite of the hopelessness of our situation, I put my head back down on his broad shoulder. Our hands stayed interlocked, and I let myself be swept away by unconsciousness, dreaming of Chris and I in a rowboat, adrift in an endless ocean of lemon-lime soda.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177zktj/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_15/

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RandomAppalachian468

Trying to find the story of the Pink Lady….

I think I was in second or third grade (1997/1998 maybe), it was October and my teacher started reading us one ghost story a day at the end of class to prepare for Halloween. She read from a book that I swore had the Bird Girl statue on the cover, but I could be wrong. There was one story I won’t forget and would really love to revisit. It was I believe a southern ghost story book. A babysitter or mother hears crying and keeps checking on her children to find them quietly sleeping, on the final return to the room she finds a woman dressed in pink, wailing. This was so long ago and I have been trying to find the story again for years but no luck.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1782zlf/trying_to_find_the_story_of_the_pink_lady/

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naughtybiscuit46

Crab People

On a Sunday the crab people came from the sea The villagers quickly began to flee But it did not take the villagers long until they heard the crab people's song. As the day quickly turned to night, the crab people began their sacrificial rite. “Druidic magic” The wise man said. By the following morning half the village was dead. Mothers cried as children ran as Yologgarash rose from the sand. The crab people prayed to show their devotion And later that night returned to the ocean. The village was barren, a wasteland of dread For the time being the crab peoples god was fed.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1782f15/crab_people/

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LorneBronstein

YouTube Horror Shorts

What are your favorite YouTube horror shorts? The Thing in the Apartment was SO good! I want to see more like that!

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17827y3/youtube_horror_shorts/

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Lavender_Dragonfly_

The Whaler

Jeremiah sat on the beach and watched the waves crash against the shore. In the distance, the whale breached. He was a whaling man, but in all his two score years he’d never seen a creature quite like it. The old timers had told tales of monsters that lived in the depths, sank ships, and swallowed men whole. Jeremiah didn’t believe them until he saw the beast smash into the hull of the Seraph. A dozen sailors had managed to board a dinghy. They rowed eastward, hoping they might make it to the coast of South America, or at least close enough that another vessel might spot them. They’d gathered what supplies they could from the wreckage. It was a few days rations, not much. The entire voyage, the beast followed behind. When they lost one of their number, they dumped the body overboard, hoping to placate their pursuer. They did not. Jeremiah was among the six who had survived long enough to wash up on that God-forsaken island. There were a few trees, mostly sand, and no water. In the beginning, they hoped they might rest a bit, then set back out on their journey. Their hopes were shattered by a plume of mist out on the horizon. The beast had followed them. For a few days, they survived on sea birds and what water they had left over from the Seraph. Their water ran low, and they set barrels out in hopes that it might rain. When it didn’t, they lost Matthews and Sawyer. The four survivors gave them a proper Christian burial. Jeremiah even recited a bit of scripture. The sea birds went a few days later. Crane was next. “Do what you have to. Make it back. Don’t give up hope.” They did what they had to. They prepared the meat and swallowed it along with their morals. Roberts went next and met the same fate. Then, just Jeremiah and Goodfellow remained. From time to time the whale would breach, letting them know he was still there. Goodfellow already looked like a corpse. They waited three days together, wondering who would go first. They never spoke of it and only talked about what they were going to do once they were back in New England. One night, as Goodfellow slept next to the fire, Jeremiah crept up next to him. Goodfellow watched as he ended his ragged breathing. In his eyes, Jeremiah thought he saw acceptance. “This is okay. Just survive.” Jeremiah didn’t cook the meat. He ate it raw. That was three days ago. Now, Jeremiah sat on the beach, watching the surf. As the whale breached, he knew he was not going to survive. Still, he couldn’t stay alone with the pile of yellowing bones covered in teeth marks. So he began to swim. Jeremiah wasn’t sure if he was a man anymore. But he was a whaler and he would die one.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1781ps2/the_whaler/

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ArtUndergrove

Apartment block haunting

I was a freshman in the big city with little money while trying to get my education, I had a set up in a small apartment which was all I could afford at the time and it was in one of the roughest parts of the city, I had to make due with what I had offered, that goes with a job as a burger flipper around the corner from where I was living. The neighbors which I later learned were drug dealers and a few poor families, seemed like no one bothered anyone cause their problems were enough to deal with, upon all that, the apartment block was to be condemned in a few months so I had to quickly save up what I could and find a new place soon so this was the best I could do. The block itself was about six floors high with four apartments on each floor which each were a considerable size.... Except for mine, small as a sardine can but whatever. About a week into living in this dump, I met a few of the drug dealers who seemed nice enough but I dated not to hang around and in passing while making small talk to one of them, let's call him "Joe". Joe asked if I had anything strange going on in my apartment, any where noises coming from my room and I told him no, I was curious why he would ask such a thing and he just bowed his head and murmured "no reason, it's an old block so weird shit does happen around here, keep yourself in check when you find out eh?" I scoffed and nodded my head and went inside "alright sure thing, see ya Joe!" I walked up the stairs shaking my head thinking it was just some weird local b.s. to scare me up like everyone would do to new comers. After my first few nights of sleeping in my apartment, nothing out of the ordinary and what Joe had told me stuck in my mind, I did my best to put it out but I later found out, it was not bull. It was almost three AM and I fell asleep with my laptop open watching a movie while doing my homework, slumped to my side against the wall and that's when I heard a loud banging of one of my cupboard doors, I jumped up thinking one of these drug users broke in cause my front door was locked with a butterknife and chair under the loose doorknob (ghetto I know). I looked around and seen no one but a few of my cups on the floor, I rubbed my eyes thinking perhaps one of these mice around here knocked it off my shelf, but as I bent over to pick it up and put it back into the open cupboard, it shut just before I was even able to reach upwards. I jumped back cursing loudly as one of the kitchen drawers suddenly opened nearly hitting my thigh, my bathroom light and faucet suddenly turned on as I gasped even as I watched all my cupboard doors opening and shutting violently while the lights flicked on and off. I ran towards the door and took the butterknife off the frame and kicked the chair backwards which flew further than I hit it, like it lifted off the ground and flew itself clear across the room. I swung the door open and seen Joe sitting leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette while a woman and her two kids were doing the same, looking tired and annoyed when they should be scared and that's when I came to the realization that their apartments were going through the same thing. I was the only one in a panic and Joe puts his hand on my shoulder "chill bro, give it a little bit, stay away from the stairs though eh?" Me wearing with fear listing to what was going on in all the apartments, shaking with the sound of some things smashing and suddenly right beside me, the sound of many footsteps running up and down the stairs but there was no one to be seen. Covering my ears tightly in a sense of fear while how calmly smokes his cigarette, the whole block shook and whatever was happening was happening in every apartment. Doors slamming even in the empty apartments as I watched the whole thing happen right before my eyes, on the brink of a panic attack even as Joe just chuckled at my reaction. After about five minutes, all the shaking and spamming just came to a sudden stop, I took my hands off my ears and looked at how horrified as he stood lit up another cigarette and clapped his hands and raised his voice "alright! Everyone back into your rooms, you know what to do, let's do this and get back to sleep!" Joe looks at me and gestures his finger "follow me kid" and we go into his apartment and I see everything tied and taped down, nothing but a few smashed plates and garbage thrown around his apartment, he reaches into his drawer and hands me a few rolls of duct tape and sits down on a wooden chair which was nailed to the floor. "Rude wake up call wasn't it huh? This happens every week on Thursdays for some reason, you gotta nail or tape down anything that can move or you're in for one hell of a mess, I'm not sure what it is but my guess is a poltergeist type of shit, it started acting up when the announcement of demolishing was said about eight months ago and everytime it seems to get worse, many people have died here and I'm guessing their spirits don't like it, they don't wanna leave. So we just wake up five minutes before three and wait it out". "And you guys just live with this? This is a normal thing?" I ask. Joe shrugs his shoulders and laughs "Yeah I guess so, but I'm tired yo, might wanna clean your place up though and watch out cause there are aftershocks sometimes". I nod my head and make my way back into my apartment and see the mess I had to clean up, took me at least an hour to clean up the glass plates and found my laptop thrown across the room with missing buttons but still working, papers scattered and my bowl of food thrown against the wall... The next following week I was prepared and even set the alarm five minutes to three AM and double checked everything, I stepped into the hallways and stood beside Joe and met the mother and her two kids standing across from me and the whole activity had begun again, just as the next week and so on. Wasn't long till everyone who lived in the block had to move, joe went up state and I found a small basement room to rent, but that whole ordeal was something new to experience and that block has since been demolished to brick and splinters. Would have been nice if Joe told me from the get-go but I guess I wouldn't have believed him and thought it was b.s. I guess you just had to be there to believe it.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177msac/apartment_block_haunting/

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panterium

Weird sound

This happened like 20 minutes ago and I’ve been thinking about it. To understand the story you need the layout of my dining room. There’s my dads computer next to a shelf of snacks. To the left of that are some chests that my mom and I cleaned out a while ago. In the middle is the table. So I was going to the shelf to get a snack. No one was awake so I was talking to myself. I was asking myself what I was going to eat. A second after that from the table and chests, I heard a psst sound, like someone trying to get my attention. I pretended to not hear it and walked from the living room with a pop tart and watched YouTube and ate it. I’m terrified someone is in the chests. Can someone help me with this? Am I going insane?

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177r0r7/weird_sound/

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BurgerEnjoyer052912

Appalachian Bells

I was used to waking up to the morning sounds of nature but this morning was silent, not something very common in Appalachia. I tried not to think about it as I got ready for the day because around here when it gets quiet it’s usually a bad omen of something dark that roams these woods. My house sits in a field that borders up to the massive forest that has many legends. I went to the front porch to smoke my first cigarette of the day and stared off into the field praying that I would hear the singing of the birds and the rustling of the squirrels in the trees but as I sat there was still not a sound or an animal in sight. I noticed out of the corner of my eye something pop up from the field probably about a mile away but as I looked it darted down. A few minutes later I saw the same figure pop up again but this time it didn’t dart back down. It looked like a very tall man in all black with a unnaturally pale face with his eyes covered by the brim of his cowboy hat. This sight was enough for me to throw my cigarette down and run inside to grab my rifle, I frantically searched for my ammo and by the time I finally found it the figure was gone from the front of the house so I immediately ran to the back door to see if it had snuck around back. I could just make out something tall and dark moving up through the tree line into the woods and for a second I hesitated because I knew what happens to people that go to investigate these things, but me having a paranoid mind I figured it would be best to deal with this during the day rather than be up all night worried about whatever this was coming back. I started to make my way up the hill into the woods and I saw the figure again, just watching from the top of the hill almost daring me to follow. I stopped for what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes just staring at this figure that was staring at me. The figure started to move and went out of sight over the crest of the hill and I started to follow. There was still not a single sound that you would expect to hear from the forest, the silence was deafening but I just tried to not think about it because I had to have some peace of mind that this thing wasn’t going to be back in my yard. I finally get over the crest of this hill and all I can see are massive rocks and caves all around me. I just sat there for a while not sure what to do when I heard a noise that broke the silence. It was what sounded like small bells ringing from inside one of the caves to my left. I reluctantly picked up my rifle and began to walk into this cave with the tiny flashlight that I had with me. I started to notice small random items littered the floor of this cave, some things looked new but some things were obviously very old like an old backpack from what looked like the 60’s. As I got further into this cave the bells started to get louder and I started to see grotesque sculptures of dead animals strung up in various odd, almost ritualistic ways. This was starting to become very overwhelming and the braveness I had mustered up to defend my home quickly started to fade away because I knew I was dealing with something very ancient and beyond my comprehension based on the legends I had heard all my life. I decided that none of this was worth it and I turned and sprinted out of this cave and stared to run down the hill. To my horror I heard these bells start ringing very loudly and quickly as if this thing was right behind me. I just kept going and didn’t look back, crashing into almost every tree and falling on my face the whole way down. I finally got to my back door and slammed the door behind me and the bells just stopped. As I looked around frantically for any open window or unlocked door I realized something that I hadn’t in my panic, It was dark outside but that couldn’t be possible because I went walking around early morning and was only in that cave for about five minutes but sure enough it was pitch black outside and as I sat trying to figure out if I was losing my mind I heard the sound of heavy slow footsteps on my front porch. I froze in fear and then I heard those horrible bells. All of a sudden every door and window shook as something big pounded on them all at once and out of pure terror I started to blast holes in the wall in every direction hoping I would hit whatever this thing was and after I shot my last shot I was met my the deafening silence that had engulfed the forest this whole day. I sat not knowing what to do and then I heard it. Far in the distance I heard those bells ring one last time and immediately after the Forrest came to life. As I sat listening to the crickets I knew that whatever this thing was wasn’t done with me. Needless to say I don’t sleep much anymore.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177pu40/appalachian_bells/

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PowerfulPackage6119

Chocolate Orange

James walked into his local shop. He looked in the aisle where the chocolate and sweets were and spotted his favourite, Terry's Chocolate Orange. He bought 2 packs, as he got 1 for his boyfriend, called Ryan, who was waiting for him in the car. He also picked a couple of other items. A 6 Pack of Strawberry & Lime Cider in a can and Orange Juice, for his sober boyfriend. He paid for his items and put the shopping in the boot of the car. He then went back into the car and Ryan had disappeared. James looked all over the car, in the shop, even asking the woman at the till if she had seen him around but she hadn't, then he got back to the car and suddenly "Hey!" was exclaimed. He jumped and Ryan said "You've been acting like I'm not here. What's going on with you?" Knowing that James suffers from hallucinations at times, Ryan understands James can have moments when he's not himself because of what his head is showing him. This seemed to be one of those cases. "I couldn't see you, sorry. I thought I had lost you." James explained. "Don't worry, my love. I'm right here. Always will be." Ryan replied with a smile. We kissed each other on the lips and then I started the car engine. But, the car wouldn't start. "Don't say the engine is busted!" Ryan exclaimed. He got out of the car and opened the front hood, propped it open and he had a look. He gave me a thumbs up, which meant there was no problems. Then, suddenly, "What's the wait? Are you dreaming?" Ryan said. James was startled and told Ryan he should drive. They both switched sides and Ryan asked "Do you just need to get out of the dark?" "Yes, I think the streetlights and nighttime sky is triggering my visions." James responded. "I don't want it to happen while I'm driving if it's this bad." "It's a good job I know how to drive and have a license then." Ryan jokingly said. They both chuckle and Ryan starts up the car. But, to James' surprise, it doesn't start. "Crap, this is not good." Ryan said "I need to check the hood and see if everything is alright." Ryan got out of the car and opened up the hood. He propped the hood up and used his phone torch to have a look. Then, all of a sudden, the metal stick to prop the hood up flung off and smashes the shop door window and the hood belts down on Ryan's head. Then... "JAMES! ARE YOU ALIVE?!" Ryan yelled with concern. "WHAT'S HAPPENING?" James then snaps out his horrible vision and looks to where Ryan is. He's pulled over to lay-by on the road. "You were out of it for 20 minutes. You had me worried." Ryan said "Glad you opened your eyes and moved your head to look at me." Ryan smiled. He stopped smiling when he saw James bursting into tears. Ryan ran out of the driver side of the car and went straight to the passenger side. He took off James' seatbelt and got him out of the car. "Sort yourself out. Get your act together. You are in a terrible state." Ryan said, all of a sudden wanting to abandon him. Ryan walks away from James, who is now curled up in a ball on the floor, crying his eyes out. Ryan was putting on an act, as he went into the boot of the car and got out one of the packs of Terry's Chocolate Orange. He opens the box to get the tin foil orange out. He then runs back to James and sits down next to him. "Terry's Chocolate Orange?" He asked softly. James then looks up, sees Ryan and that he's still alive and cares about him, he nods his head and Ryan gives him the Terry's Chocolate Orange. "Tissues?" James asked "My nose is about to flood my shirt." Ryan chuckled and got out a pack of tissues from his trouser pocket. There was 4 left. James took one and blew his nose. Then, he took another tissue to wipe away his tears. He took off his shirt, as it had snot all over it. "That bad, huh?" Ryan said "Not your body of course. That's why I love you." They both smile and chuckle. "Yes, it was a bad vision. I'm sorry I was out of it for so long and had you worrying. Wish you had started shouting earlier." Said James. "I'm not in your head." Ryan replied. "Anyway, it doesn't matter, you are safe now. I am here. Whatever you saw, whatever you head made you want to see, it wasn't real. If you saw me die or get killed, well, that didn't work as I'm still here. If it was something else, it didn't happen. Just your head." "I just hope it isn't a bad Omen." said James. He opened up the tin foil and started eating the Terry's Chocolate Orange. He noticed it tasted a bit off. "This tastes a bit odd. Is this in date?" James asked. "Let me check the box, babe." Replied Ryan. Ryan went back to the boot of the car, which he didn't close and he used his phone torch to look at the best before date on the box. It was 6 months out of date. Ryan checked the other pack and that was 3 years out of date. "Dammit, James. That was the dodgy shop." Ryan muttered to himself. He took the boxes of chocolate orange out of the boot of the car, closed the boot, locked the car and then went back to James. But, he wasn't there. James had disappeared. This made Ryan's heart sink and pound out of it's chest at the same time. He saw someone laying in the middle of the road. He dropped everything and ran straight to the body. The road was quiet, as it was late at night, so there wasn't many vehicles around. He noticed the body was wearing the same clothes as James, but the face was different. His face was all pale and distorted, his eyes were pure white with no pupils and his neck was pure black. Something was wrong with the Terry's Chocolate Orange that James had bought, as they weren't any ordinary Terry's Chocolate Orange. That's all for this story. Hope you all found this spooky.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177phy1/chocolate_orange/

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JohnnyTZone

Rest in peace little girl

Forgive me for my lack of grammar but i have to get this out. Where i came from witchcraft is something people know is real and had experienced something unwanting in their lives. It really didn't matter if you were someone who kept to him/herself. Someone can just hate you for no reason and send something to haunt you and disturb your way of living. This isn't the first time i experienced a paranormal thing in my life and i don't think they'll stop anytime soon but i do pray they do. I had a dream that started in a weird way. It started of by me arguing with my boyfriend about something and mind you we've never gotten to a heated argument before and i couldn't understand why i argued with him in the first place. All of a sudden i stormed off and went back home. You see my parents have two houses, the one i grew up in and the one my parents built and moved in to 5 years ago. I could see that i went into the house i grew up in and headed to my old room but when i opened the door i was teleported to my current room that i was in. I didn't question it and i just layed on my bed scrolling on my phone. Suddenly i heard someone crying and it sounded like the person was outside. The window was behind me so i opened the curtains to see who was outside. I saw a little girl dressed in black, her hands covered her face so i couldn't recognize her. I decided to go outside to check if she was okay and ask her what she was doing in my yard and take her home if she needed me to because it was dark outside and late for a young girl to be standing infront of someone's house. I quickly got out of my room and made my way to the front door. I opened it and made my way to the sobbing girl. I approached her and she removed her hands from her face and looked at me. She was pale and both her hair and the torn up dress she was wearing was wet and she had what looked like a collar on her neck with a leash that was behind her. I got a bit worried and asked her if she was okay and what she was doing here and if i could take her home. She just looked at me, the fear in her eyes was there. She said " i was sent here out of my own will an was told to do something to you, so if i were you i should start running as fast as my legs could take me and make sure that i don't catch you" taken aback to what she said, i could see that she meant it and I started running. I ran as fast as i could and the girl chasted me and got bigger and taller as i ran from her. She made a screeching sound, clawing me from behind trying to catch me. Something told be that i needed to stop running and face the demon and that it won't harm me so i did just that and me and the girl were back at the same spot as we were before. I looked at her normal form and bent down to look at her properly and asked her why she chased me and she said that she was sent by three people, she didn't want to do what they asked but the collar on her neck forced her to obey their order. I asked who they were and she didn't say anything. A part of me knew who they were but i needed to confirm it from her. I told her to go back and that nothings going to happen to her and that she should tell them that she failed on the task that they asked her to do. The girl looked horrified to what i told her that she started begging and pleading to help or allow her to take me with her, of course i refused. She said" please ill do anything you ask of me, you can even become my new master but please they'll punish me if i come back empty handed. I beg of you... help me. I just looked at her and said " rest in peace and i can asure you that they wont do anything to you" immediately after saying that the leash tightened and she was being dragged away. She held me as tight as she could, sobbing and screaming to stay with me and just like that she vanished. I woke up after that and i never saw her ever again. I then realized that it was a 'tokoloshe' a supernatural being that witches use to send it to people out of hate or jealousy just to cause trouble in peoples lives or i'd say my life. You can search more about the supernatural being in the internet and read about it if you want to

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177j3d8/rest_in_peace_little_girl/

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Confident_Owl_2127

I don't know if this sub does non-fiction, but my IRL real estate experience is playing out like Dracula

Update post is here: https://reddit.com/r/RealEstate/s/UiwzL5Gst7 I stayed at the house last night and the main bat colony seems gone, but i saw one HuGE bat, maybe a towsend ear bat, dive bomb me in the yard while i was trying to do a bat count. Then the neighbor in the derelict house was home, doing something at like 2 AM. I barely slept a wink.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177ul3q/i_dont_know_if_this_sub_does_nonfiction_but_my/

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Emu_Fast

What is Blue 8?

There was a 38 year old male man. He is tall and muscular. He is physically strong and can fight really hard in brutal lethal hand-to-hand combat. He frequently carries a handgun with him and occasionally an assault rifle. He also frequently carries a combat knife with him. He is violent. He kills people who give him slight insults. The ways he kills them are by beating them up, stabbing them, chopping them, shooting them, etc. In some places such as bars, he loves getting into fights with other people such as robbers, etc. He is very tough in lethal fights. He never backs down from many fights. He is also a rapist. Whenever he sees a beautiful sexy woman, he molests and rapes her. He enjoys killing others such as innocents and raping women such as innocent women. He enjoys being very violent and being a rapist. He has no remorse for being this evil. He is also foul-mouthed. He frequently uses curse words and he frequently insults others he hates. He is very arrogant. He is a member of a syndicate whose business is doing criminal businesses such as theft, robbery, extortion, protection-money, contract-killing, selling illegal drugs, producing illegal drugs, kidnappings, etc. He works for the syndicate by selling illegal drugs. He commits theft and extortion. But he mostly works for the syndicate as a killer-for-hire. He kills people that the syndicate orders him to kill and the people he kills include cops, innocents, etc. He killed 369 people which includes cops, innocents, lawyers, etc. His alias in the syndicate is "Blue 8". The syndicate he works for kills, kidnaps, tortures, bombs, and intimidates government forces(cops, soldiers, and government politicians) and their families and their relatives. The syndicate also does these things to civilians. The syndicate uses terrorist attacks against civilians and governments. The syndicate has kidnapped and tortured to death government forces and many innocents. The syndicate has one boss who is very ruthless towards anyone except his family and his relatives. The syndicate alias of the boss is "Centipede". Blue 8 and Centipede are not the same person. Blue 8 just works for Centipede. So what kind of person is Blue 8?

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177t38r/what_is_blue_8/

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WhiteAndBlackAngel

Jam and Wine

My Great-Aunt Rhody used to make preserves. It’s labor-intensive, but so worth it—you haven’t lived until you’ve eaten homemade jam on fresh bread! Great-Aunt Rhody was handy like that—she did all the handyman jobs around the house well into old age. She taught me to hang a door, how to change the oil in my car, and how to cook a pizza in an outdoor brick oven. She was also very concerned with having an independent food supply. “I don’t trust all those pesticides,” she told me. “Besides, why pay three times as much for old vegetables when I can pull them fresh from the ground?” Great-Aunt Rhody was also known to hunt. Deer, squirrel, moose, wild boar—if you could cook it, she’d killed it. Of course, when you rely on yourself, you need secure food storage. Great-Aunt Rhody had a huge cellar filled with shelves of salted meats, dried produce, and preserves. I loved wandering around down there. It smelled like earth and stone, and it was so much cooler than the rest of the house, making it a great refuge in the summer. It’s funny. There was actually a lower level, what Great-Aunt Rhody called the wine cellar. It was usually locked, but one day, I noticed the door was open, just a hair. I guess the door didn’t catch, or maybe my great-aunt was in a hurry that day. Either way, it was the perfect opportunity to take a peek. After wondering what was behind that door for so long, I was in for disappointment. It was just more storage. Rows and rows of wine, aging until perfection and boring to a 10-year-old. I scanned the labels, but I was too bummed to pay much attention. It’s only now that I look back, so many decades later, that I find it a little strange. There weren’t any of the wines I would be familiar with today: chardonnay, pinot noir, merlot. Instead, they were men’s names: Jerry, Rob, Harvey. All written in the thin, spidery script of my great-aunt’s handwriting.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177cuj6/jam_and_wine/

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firesidechats451

Who Was She

I live in the woods of Michigan. While driving home one day I went by way of an isolated road with big ditches and dense woods on both sides. Well here’s the story and it’s true. I was driving slow, I always head up the funeral line. Haha Up ahead, standing on the side of the road I saw something odd that hit my senses as wrong. It was a old woman with long long white hair and had a long white nightgown on. But wait, here’s the creepy part. She was holding out a baby with just a diaper on. It was November! It’s cold in Michigan in November! I slowed way way down and went around looking into the eyes of this women and that poor baby. As soon as I could I looked in my side mirror and rearview mirror to watch them but of course, they weren’t there. Gone, just like that! So, I’m thinking that if this was just a made up story I could have added some drama, but it’s not made up. This is true. What do you think, did she jump the big ditch holding a baby and disappear into the woods buy the time I took my eyes off of her and looked into the rear view mirror? Tell me, I want to know. Something else happened three days later. I’ll tell you later.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177fgzu/who_was_she/

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LtHouse-Sally

Diamond oak way, Somewhere, California

When I was 12 years old my parents moved my older brother and I to a new housing track development on the outskirts of a new town. This house was normal enough, in a small town with farms being sold to create housing. Like other towns the land got sold and houses got developed without any reprocussion for the history before. Getting settled was going as good as you could ask as a new kid. Making friends that I would grow bonds with throughout my high-school years. Not yet smart enough to realize we would grow apart as we got older. Growing up I always thought of my room as sanctuary for myself. It was refuge for listening to music, watching TV or playing video games without having to deal with the rest of the household. Normal teenager stuff with an older brother no longer on the same level. *house layout: My parents room/personal bathroom/walk in closet set on one end of the house and my brothers bedroom, main bathroom and my bedroom on the otherside* I started feeling uncomfortable at home and began hearing my family members voices calling my name. Which wouldn't be all that strange if I wasn't home by myself. More specifically I would hear the voices coming from my parents closet across the house from my bedroom. I would be home alone listening to music in my room and I would hear someone saying "come here", confused i would reply "where are you?", the voice only replying "im in the closet". I would call my parents in confusion just to get confirmation that they were out with friends or went shopping at yard sales around town. Even our family dog wouldn't go past my parents bathtub going towards the closet. Just hair standing on end, growling and that all the confirmation I needed that there was something wrong. Being terrified and thinking I was crazy I wouldn't tell anyone what I was expecting and lock myself in my room until someone came home. This was until I woke up in sweat from a night terror and couldn't take it anymore. My family called our local church and each of the people that came to pray over the house independently ended up at their closet believing there was an open portal there. After their prayers I didn't hear the voices anymore and no more night terrors. Only thing I can hope is that the new owners never experience the same entity.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177luno/diamond_oak_way_somewhere_california/

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89data

Odd salesman?

When I was 10 playing with my neighbor (9f) at the time we were playing at her house. Mind you my house was on the front of her house in our neighborhood and I could walk through the tiny tree Forrest area to get back to my house to avoid walking on the roads back to my house. I heard my mom calling me back home soon after a while because dinner was ready and it was around 6pm. As I walked back through the shortcut in the tiny forest back to my house my mom was motioning me to hurry with a worried expression on her face, so I sped up to ask what’s wrong she tried hauling me through the garage until my grandmother comes out yelling for me because she didn’t see me come to the garage and my mom frantically yelled at her and pushed us into the garage and closed it in a hurry. We run and lock all the doors as she asked and finally I hear hard banging, not regular knocking but loud bangs against the front door we hardly used. Little did I know before hand my friends mom caught this man watching me and my friend in her back yard on her latest playset, and she confronted him asking what’s up. He asked her first if we were her daughters bc we were both blonde and she looked him up and down and said yes what do you want? It’s almost dinner time and there’s a sign in the neighborhood stating no soliciting and he tried his bogus take on being an exterminator..she declined and told him he best be on his way. After that word got out and everyone was going inside and locking up and he had already tried our house but my mom never answered..since my grandma yelled gave us away he darted for us apparently. Mom carefully approaches the door with my softball bat and yells out what do you want? He stops and says can you open the door ? I want to check and see if you need any help with your attic and check for bugs and nests. My mom says no and he better get the fuck on somewhere before she calls the cops for him soliciting at a time like this . He immediately takes off only to go to the next home… Maybe he’s just got issues with social cues or not even an exterminator I just remember him staring deathly into the tinted window of our front door feeling uneasy…

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177ib8z/odd_salesman/

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xChan_Chanx

Chew

I’ve been told almost everyone has a fear of some kind. Whether the fear is of needles, clowns, or even water, it’s normal to be afraid of something. For me, it was always rats. Ever since I was a child the mere thought of their beady eyes and worm-like tails sent shivers down my spine. Being born and raised in a rural area of North Carolina, rats were commonplace and eventually, I learned to deal with them. It was never easy but regardless, growing into adulthood it was unavoidable to deal with them at points in time. Even then my skin would crawl at the sight of them. As humans tend to do, I continued to progress through the adventure we call “life”, meeting a girl, having kids of my own, and eventually looking into achieving a house of my own. Luckily enough for me all of this became true and I found myself moving into a small farmhouse in a quiet town I can guarantee nobody has ever heard of. We even added a few cats to our growing family. Everything went great and my thoughts of the creepy rodents seemed to fade into the back of my mind. Besides, what were the chances of them appearing when we had our feline friends to protect us? Sadly this was far from the truth I would experience, being our third night in our new home I could make out a familiar sound, a soft scratching at the wall behind where I laid my head for the night. Instantly the hairs covering my arms stood up on edge as vivid images of the disgusting beast filled my mind. But as soon as it started it stopped and as the hours passed by I no longer heard any activity from the creature. Only a sigh of relief could be heard in the otherwise silent room before I was finally able to drift back asleep. The following morning I spoke to my wife about the late-night encounter and in her usual way she managed to comfort my bruised ego with light-hearted jokes involving the matter. It wasn’t long before the idea of having unexpected neighbors found itself once again in the back of my mind, accepting that our adoring cats must have taken care of the issue. Life carried on, I started a new career, our children spent their days at school, and my off time was spent with my beloved enjoying as many horror films as we could manage to find within the plethora of streaming apps on our television. Once again, life settled back into a comforting normality. Another consistent scratching awoke me in the middle of the night. However, it was different this time, almost as if the critter was right next to me. I could hear every movement it made, from the scratching at the wall to the pattering of its feet as it scurried back and forth across the inside of the wall. My heart pounded harder with each audible noise it made until I found myself in absolute horror as I pinpointed a second source of the noises, this time from the ceiling. There was more than one and I felt my world begin to swirl around me. Without so much as another thought, I found myself leaping to my feet and assaulting the ceiling in a flurry of smacks and punches in the hope of scaring it off. For whatever reason I could imagine it scratching its way through the ceiling as I was sleeping at night and the thought itself sent me into a whirlwind of emotion. After minutes of beating and banging my enemy away, I found myself once again in the solace of silence, settling on the idea of calling an exterminator in the morning. The exterminator was able to show up at my home the same day I had called him, assuring me he would rectify the situation and I’d be able to sleep soundly that very night and the nights to come. I simply smiled and allowed the man to get to work. Only a couple hours later his job was done and he even had two trophies he had obtained from the attic space above my bedroom, presumably the ones I had witnessed the night before. I was overcome with glee and was truly looking forward to a night of good sleep. I had all but entirely forgotten about the critters once again, the countless traps and baits the exterminator had used brought me a sense of ease. I figured I was in the clear until I was greeted by the sound of claws digging into the ceiling's wood once again, right above my head. Staring in horror towards the tile I pinpointed responsible for the sounds, I felt my heart jump as I saw a claw break through the material. This was it, my greatest fear coming into fruition, this rat is about to come through the ceiling. Again assaulting the ceiling with as much physical abuse as I could, the noise from our attic dweller receded. Settling back into my spot on the bed I continued to watch for more sightings, little did I know I was about to get much more. The scratching resumed, this time coming faster and more consistent. Repeating my previous method proved ineffective as the rat continued to claw and chew its way into the tile, then it happened, I watched as its face appeared through the hole it had worked so hard to achieve. It almost looked as if it was smiling at me before I quickly snatched a remote from the bedside table and sent it sailing at the beast. Assuming it ran off into its dark corner of the attic, the noises stopped and I managed to drift off to sleep staring at the new hole in the ceiling. Sharp pain in my stomach awoke me abruptly only a couple hours after I had just fallen asleep. The kind of pain that indicates something is seriously wrong. My wife awoke with my stirring and questioned me concerned. The pain would not allow for a proper response and I elected to repeatedly point to my stomach. She sat up and ran her hand along my torso, jumping from startle once she reached just above my naval. That’s when I felt it instead of hearing it this time, the scratching had returned.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177ez6j/chew/

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PSICH0tik

The Train

Ever since the civil war ended I have been wandering about the United states. No clear goal set in mind, I just follow the wind. I was sixteen when the war ended, I might be eighteen now. I have lost track of time and place. Occasionally I will see a traveler, but they don't have the time for me. I've been eating and drinking anything I can get my hands on whether it be rattlers or wild boar. It's all food to me. I don't think I have had a single fruit since I left. When the sun goes down I try to find a nice spot to lay my tent for the night, then I set a fire and curl up into my blanket. I pack heavy for someone without a horse but I have to. I got no property or house so I take the house with me and I like it that way. Today I ventured into a real desert area, I mean sand, cacti and plateaus that tower the land around you. I haven't seen a person in two nights, and my water is getting low. I scored a coyote yesterday and have been riding off that high all day. The dry, tan dirt dusts my boots, and it gets sucked into the holes of my pants as I walk. The sun is setting, painting the sand and the hot air with the orange glow that comes before night. Up ahead there's a triangular figure I can't make out. Of course as I walk closer it's a cloth hut, an Indian tipi. I had never seen one, only heard about them in stories. “ Hello”! “Hello”! I shout at the tent. A tall thin Indian walks out of his hut, his head almost touching the tip of it. “Who is there, you off in the distance. Stop, name your business here”! “I am a traveler looking for a place to stay and some water”. The native stared at me and didn't say anything. “If you let me stay here for the night, and give me water, well you have my protection and any food I got on me”, I yelled at him. “ What protection do you offer that I do not provide myself with”? “Well I'm pretty handy with my gun here”. “Why should I trust you to not kill me in my sleep”. “I don't know the way to town I presume you do “. “We will head for town in the morning”, the native yelled. He opened the flap to his small flap and motioned me to enter. I dropped my bag and lay my blanket down. I pushed my bag over to him. “I have no interest in your things, here take a drink”. I sipped from his canteen and handed it back to him. “You are certain you don’t want food”, I said. “I have enough, I was just testing you. There is talk of man wandering these parts, killing and robbing. You ought to be careful”. I pulled out a piece of paper and a small fragment of flint to start a fire. He stopped me before I could grab my knife. “No, no fire, we will sleep now”, he said with a tremble. “Why”? I asked. “It is a two day trip to town, we will sleep now”, he stumbled through the sentence. I tucked into my covers and closed my eyes watching the indian sit down for the night. The sun went down and the light of the moon shone on the blue sand. The darkness was bright but still any figures that walked about in the night couldn't be made out. My eyes awoke, and I turned my head to faint moonlight being let in. The Indian was holding the cloth door open staring into the darkness. “What are you doing?” I whispered, startling him. He stared at me with a stern look of terror. He waved his hand to come look out. Slowly I got up and crawled to the entrance. I peered out into the desert and I couldn't see a thing. I opened my mouth to speak but then it dawned on me. It was quiet, no crickets, coyotes, not even the sound of wind was present. We stared at each other then we looked out again. I reached for my pistol, he grabbed my gun out of my hand. Shaking his head he whispered timidly “no”. I reached for it again pushing him to the floor, we were not angry, we were scared. Before I could grab it, he stopped, I stopped. Was I imagining it, no the sound of footsteps could be heard off in the distance. It wasn't just one but many footsteps, it sounded like an army. There wasn't any light, no lantern, no horses, no voices. The Indian handed me my gun, and I set it on my blanket. It sounded like a train running across the desert. Then we heard it get closer as it was going past the tent. The smell of bodily fluids and decay shot up our nose. The worst of it was the noise; it sounded like a dying boar. It sounded like someone's muffled screams. I closed the tent door and curled up into a ball clutching my pistol. The native was rocking back and forth crying. I didn't know what to do. The sound of its wails circled the tent. Should I shoot it? That help? Are we dying tonight? The sounds of hell became defining. This went on for hours until the light of day struck the tipi and illuminated the inside of the tent. I looked at my friend's face, his eyes were red, his tears still wetting his cheeks. He stood up slowly, gripping a knife, and then dropped it. I reached for the flap, I looked at him then the flap. I ripped it open! There are footprints and handprints all around the tent. We didn't want to know why nor did we stick around to find out. We packed our things, left our blankets and the tent. We were going to turn this two day trip into a two hour trip.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177dspo/the_train/

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thefilth5

No matter how much I tried to ignore it, the spirit kept saying "It wasn't your fault."

Yet still, it does not listen when I tell it that I was not drunk when I crashed into his car.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17ebkmb/no_matter_how_much_i_tried_to_ignore_it_the/

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BizarreTarot

Its jaw snapped wide revealing only a void, an abyss, a nothingness.

If nature abhors a vacuum, then the crime that she would behold within that place where its tongue should have been would be a sin most cardinal.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17eeck0/its_jaw_snapped_wide_revealing_only_a_void_an/

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PersonalAd4713

"People used to misjudge me all the time, and it used to make my blood boil."

"But now I get it," he said, pulling the hood from over my head, "it's an opportunity."

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17e3wpm/people_used_to_misjudge_me_all_the_time_and_it/

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ellywillow

My teachers and professors have always complained about my handwriting.

I chuckle in my office as I wrote their prescriptions

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17e92sc/my_teachers_and_professors_have_always_complained/

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villianrules

I told the Human resources department I was a bit hesitant on approving this new policy.

Not that I disagree with removing everyone's tongue in the confidential research operation; it just bothers me how nobody asked accounting if the labor costs could be shifted under "environmental cleanup" for the tax write off.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17e0wq5/i_told_the_human_resources_department_i_was_a_bit/

TwoSentenceHorror

The_Unamed_one

Chris would always go home with a different woman every night.

In local news all female corpses have been stolen from all the tristate morgues.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17e6rwo/chris_would_always_go_home_with_a_different_woman/

TwoSentenceHorror

villianrules

I've been wondering what the dog has been barking at when I let him out after dark.

After I found his body before bed time tonight, I hope I never find out.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17eaq8v/ive_been_wondering_what_the_dog_has_been_barking/

TwoSentenceHorror

BrawlLikeABigFight20

The lights in my daughter's bathroom keep flickering.

Thankfully she doesn't know Morse code- my wife in the basement must have found the breaker.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dapmx/the_lights_in_my_daughters_bathroom_keep/

TwoSentenceHorror

Confident_Banana5309

She swung through the tent with ease.

Her eyes never leaving the body of her partner who insisted on not having a net.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17eh13h/she_swung_through_the_tent_with_ease/

TwoSentenceHorror

GandalfVirus

My phone must've had a bug because I kept finding black photos in my gallery in the morning

Until I turned the brightness to max and saw the silhouette of my face

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17e66lz/my_phone_mustve_had_a_bug_because_i_kept_finding/

TwoSentenceHorror

bik_sw

“You probably shouldn’t go in there,” I told my friend as he jumped the fence.

The two glowing eyes blinking on and off in the treeline didn’t seem to share my beliefs.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17e59um/you_probably_shouldnt_go_in_there_i_told_my/

TwoSentenceHorror

Moomoo_pie

I made a deal, my first born for a milion pounds.

Now I dont have my child anymore, and Im stuck under the tons of my own flesh.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17e0pel/i_made_a_deal_my_first_born_for_a_milion_pounds/

TwoSentenceHorror

Lotos_aka_Veron

The researchers just stopped and stared into the cave.

No one wanted to move after seeing that “thing” tear the soldier’s body apart in a matter of seconds.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17e7zr9/the_researchers_just_stopped_and_stared_into_the/

TwoSentenceHorror

mathyeti09

After spitting out the so called "lemonade", I asked the little boy what he put in this drink.

His answer made me wish that he had used urine instead.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17di70n/after_spitting_out_the_so_called_lemonade_i_asked/

TwoSentenceHorror

MikeBrownNC

“This Unit 2 all hostiles are down and the radioactive plant is now under our control”

*“What the hell are they getting back up?”*

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17ebmpn/this_unit_2_all_hostiles_are_down_and_the/

TwoSentenceHorror

No-Theory6387

My family is willing to do anything to keep me alive and well

The doctors kept telling them that they can't treat a living corpse

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dp7h1/my_family_is_willing_to_do_anything_to_keep_me/

TwoSentenceHorror

FTMNPHONCS

My dad told me "not everyone can be a hero, stop trying" after I tried to stop a fight at school

Seeing the neighbor's new electric car on fire and the garden hose in my yard, I think I'm about to prove him wrong.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17d6lu2/my_dad_told_me_not_everyone_can_be_a_hero_stop/

TwoSentenceHorror

SkyMasterARC

One night, I prayed.

Something answered, but not who I was expecting.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17e62v2/one_night_i_prayed/

TwoSentenceHorror

ReddiUP

"Sweetheart, come to sleep" said the voice of my husband from behind me.

His lifeless body is right in front of me.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17e90wn/sweetheart_come_to_sleep_said_the_voice_of_my/

TwoSentenceHorror

Jony_Wolfsoul

I gasped the first time he slid into me and lost control of my body.

It’s been two years stuck in my own head watching him live my life and no one has even noticed I am possessed.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dhab6/i_gasped_the_first_time_he_slid_into_me_and_lost/

TwoSentenceHorror

OneHornyReddit

"I couldn't care less about the wars that are happening on the other side of the world," she continued, "I don't see how--"

Her voice trailed off as she noticed the contrails of a small bullet-shaped object sailing across the sky above her.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17e53qm/i_couldnt_care_less_about_the_wars_that_are/

TwoSentenceHorror

RavenWolfPS2

The campfire crackled as my buddy Bryan suggested the hotdogs were the source of the burnt meat smell that had permeated our campsite.

As I checked the dogs a twisted burnt specter appeared before us, and before I could react it grabbed Bryan; dragging him away into the autumn darkness.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dvnuo/the_campfire_crackled_as_my_buddy_bryan_suggested/

TwoSentenceHorror

GrantGorewood

Last night I let my brother in while he was running away from some guy with a knife.

Today they announced on TV that my brother's body was found in the park, whatever is in my house now is not him and it already knows that I realized it.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dr4pf/last_night_i_let_my_brother_in_while_he_was/

TwoSentenceHorror

MandarynusS

When the police found the young man half-dead and nailed to the cross, they were horrified.

Then he startled awake, grabbing the hammer with his free hand and driving the nail into his opposite wrist further.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17e0acu/when_the_police_found_the_young_man_halfdead_and/

TwoSentenceHorror

Monechetti

I know taking the meds will clear my hallucinations...

But this is the only way I can see them again

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dy5jp/i_know_taking_the_meds_will_clear_my/

TwoSentenceHorror

IsaacRyan08

School rules

School Code of Conduct For new students `|Homework Diary . . . Pg 1|` 1. Enter the school quietly. Try not to make too much noise when putting down your bag or meeting a friend. We hate noise here. 2. You must put your bag outside of your register class every morning. Bags will be put in alphabetical order. For example, if your name is number 8 on the class list, then you place your bag under the eighth numeral by your gender. If number one is a male and number 2 is a female, number one will be placed by the male side for line-up, and number two will be placed on the female side. 3. Always keep your bag neat and tidy. 4. We prefer it if you stay in the quad, opposed to inside in the mornings. You may sit by the lockers or in the bathrooms, but make sure you are not alone. 5. If you are alone inside during the morning, afternoon or even evening, (as some extramurals such as violin and senior choir starts during the evening) make sure to take reality checks every few seconds. 5. A) To do a reality check, look at the time on your watch or phone. Look away, and look back at the time. If the time is different, exit the building into the quad. 5. B) If the quad is not nearby, go into a nearby classroom, find the ladder stored in each classroom, and exit through the window. 5. C) Do not look at the clock for the time unless you are in the girls' lavatory, hall, or kitchen. All clocks besides those are untrustworthy when school hours are over or haven't started. 6. Make sure to be in at least one extramural. If you have no interest in any, despite the large variety, you may need to join detention. 6. A) This rule is excused if you are able to leave every day before 3:30 P.M, otherwise you must be in one extramural, as we do not like students hanging around doing nothing. 6. B) If you are caught after school outside of an extra mural or detention past 3:30 P.M, and you do not have any later extra murals you are waiting for, you must go to the hall. No student leaves the hall for 24 hours after the first visit, and no-one is willing to talk about what goes on in there, not even me. 7. If you sit alone at lunch, feel free to chat with one of the teachers. I would recommend me, your second language teacher, maths teacher, or your English teacher. They are the sweetest and live it when students sit with them at lunch. 8. Please do not trust any of the GSS students. (Goverment Sent Students) They report everything said and done to the government, so I suggest staying away from them. Be polite if they talk to you, but briskly end the conversation. 9. Take no less than 2 minutes to find your book and take it out, which is why I wrote in rule 3 to keep your bag neat and tidy. I suggest colour coding your books according to each subject. Our teachers don't mind you taking long to do something, but they do. 10. Do not ask who they are. All you need to know is that you need to be brisk with changing classes, schoolwork, and presentations. 11. Keep your grades high. If they drop below 40 percent, you may need to go to the hall if I see fit. 12. If you begin to feel drowsy or sleepy in class, tell your teacher. If they give you permission, you may put your head down, resting on your arms. Do not fall asleep, just rest. 14. Participate in class. They like it, but don't make your answer too complicated. 15. Our school has a uniform: -Girls: black blazer with dark red cuffs and lining with the school badge. White, button-up shirt with short sleeves. Black and red plaid pleated, high waisted skirt. Black bar or lace up shoes. Grey, knee high socks. Hijab's are allowed, but they must be black or red. Black stocking may be worn. Winter: School blazer, long sleeve, white, button-up shirt. Grey pants or Grey skirt. Black stockings or Grey, thigh-high socks to be worn with skirt, and Grey socks to be worn with pants. Hijabs are allowed, but they must be Grey, black or red. Hair: hair must always be clean and neat. Long hair (hair below the shoulders) must be put up. No improper hairstyles, such as dreadlocks, ombre braids, mullets, jellyfish cuts, may be worn. Hijabs must have a cap of the same colour underneath them. They may be worn in any style. -Boys: School blazer. White button-up shirt with short sleeves. Either Grey or black short or long pants. Grey socks with red stripes must be worn with shorts. Plain red, black or Grey socks may be worn with long pants. Black lace up shoes. The winter uniform is the same. Boys may wear shorts in the winter if they want to, but pairs of trousers will be given to those who don't have any. Hair: hair must be neat and clean. Fades are allowed, but there must not be a large difference from the side of the hair and the top. Long hair I'd allowed, but must be tied up. No strange hairstyles may be worn. Please follow all the dresscode rules. If you don't, you may need to go to the hall 16. Never enter the experimental hall on the second floor. That is for the grade twelves. 16. A) if you are a grade twelve, only enter that room when your teacher tells you to. *I read through the rules, scoffing. Little did I know the horrors awaiting me through those wooden double doors.*

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/166dh7q/school_rules/

Ruleshorror

BlackCatsandmovies

Yellow Springs Express: A̷͉̯͝͝ṋ̵̆ ̸̮͖̏͗e̸̟̒s̴̞̜͌c̵̠͑̆á̸̬̰p̸̩̈e̸̮̺̕

Part 1: [Yellow Springs Express: The best train ride of your life!](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/zjnxv1/yellow_springs_express_the_best_train_ride_of/) *Note: I know it's been like 9 months since the first part but I genuinely thought I posted it (I suffer from a really bad memory) but I didn't... Saw it in my drafts and thought I might as well post it* (Slight Edit: King Yama will now be King Yan, I made a translation error...) After reading that note, you knew what you were experiencing was very real, and the severity of it was settling in. How the hell were you supposed to get out of this situation? The guide didn't say anything about escaping. What the hell is the final destination? Some of the text was written weirdly, as if under cover of a guise, yet you could make out the majority of it. "You... are... not... meant.. to be here?" Just as you said that you heard loud banging on the door as if something bigger than the door was trying to fit through. You instinctively hid behind one of the seats, sitting on the floor and holding your breath. It broke through, there was the sound of glass and metal breaking. But soon, it became very, very, silent. Too silent, it gave you goosebumps and the sound of your heartbeat had never been louder. Something was here and it was here for you, it slowly passed by each seat, and the closer it got the louder your heart got. When it got to your seat, it simply went past you like all the other seats. You were holding your breath and dared not gaze up. However, the entity soon disappeared, it must've given up for now. The fear of nearly losing your life still hasn't dissipated, so you stay on the ground for a bit. Just as you are looking around you find another scroll under the seat near you. You have no idea how you didn't notice it, but with everything that has happened, you pick up the scroll and decide to read it. This time it was written in black ink. **Survival Guide on the Train to Hell** If this scroll has somehow made its way to you, you are not meant to be here. You are still alive and meant for the world of the living. I must apologise, the precautionary measure that I and the other 8 sorcerers had added has failed. This guide is the only thing that can ensure your soul does not wrongfully be pushed past the gates of hell. In front of King Yan... There is no mercy. Currently, you are in Limbo, where the ghosts from the world are heading to the gates of hell for judgement. You must read the rules carefully and do not fully trust the red set of rules, that has been placed by the conductor, which is only for lost souls. (Forgive him, he is a little senile) However, any rules that involve a being of higher power will not be changed. 1. Give your ticket to the ticket collector but do not converse with him, words in this dimension are imprinted upon, meaning words have a certain type of power. Do not try to gain his trust, he takes pleasure in betraying people. Stay neutral with him. Getting on his bad side won't do you good either. 2. Rule 2 has no changes. 3. Rule 3 has no changes. 4. After announcements, you can explore the train carefully. You may encounter the following: 4A: The homeless man - He may ask you for some change, if you give it to him he will leave you alone and do one favour for you. Aside from the change, try to be kind to him, you may talk to him, this will make him happy and you will get a red protective charm from him. 4B: The twin girls - Illia and Bella, the one with the yellow dress is Illia and the one with the blue dress is Bella. They both love playing games with visitors, but they are incredibly difficult to defeat in games. Do not try to play a game, losers will automatically have their soul taken. Instead, give both of them candy or sweets. They will give you a talisman with red ink. (This will be difficult as candy is often with spirits, more details in rule 5) 4C. The man with a red hat - Do not end your life when meeting him, he is a guardian of reason, and if you can convince him, you may be able to get his help in escaping. (more details on this in Rule 6) 4D. The man with a blue hat - If he approaches you after collecting your ticket, that means he has an ulterior motive. **DO NOT TRUST HIM.** 4E. Trust the messenger, she will be the only one who can act as a guide on the train, however, getting her attention will be difficult. (More on this in rule 7) 5. You can accept food from spirits who shine blue and are not dull, the blue light means that they have lived without obtaining any major sins. You may also talk to them if you wish to, they may give you hints. However, they may have a request for you if you take food from them. 6. The man with the red hat or the red hatter appears in front of those who have committed major sins but also those who help spirits on the train. Helping many blue spirits will increase your chances of running into him. However, the moment you meet him, he will know you are not from this realm. Convince him somehow why he should help you, otherwise, pray to King Yan. 7. The messenger is a spirit who has been chosen by the train, she can take you between realms but she cannot go against the conductor of the train. To contact her, you will need a red charm, a red-inked talisman and finally a red phone. I have no advice on how you may be able to access the red phone, it is a being which lays dormant most of the time. 8. Rule 8 remains the same. 9. Rule 9 remains the same. 10. Lastly, you will never be safe. Hunters are chasing after you. Beings who want to bind you to the train and have been punished to roam the train for eternity. They are hungry for fresh souls, ones that have not departed yet, if they get ahold of your soul... There is no idea what will happen. 11. Good luck. Taking into account where you were and the faint scent of salt in the air, you could only guess what both these papers were detailing was true. Making sure your original train ticket is in your pocket, You get off the floor and take a seat. Then the speakers make an announcement, starting with a deep and unsettling laughter.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1668lg5/yellow_springs_express_an_escape/

Ruleshorror

Different_Ad_8930

Restricted area guidelines.

​ Attention: Read the following instructions quickly and with attention, failure to properly follow the guidelines laid out here or to not have finished this guide within the next 8 minutes will result in unforseeable but lethal consequences. Do not close this guideline until you are done reading and do not look away for any extended periods of time whilst reading it. Esteemed reader, if you have stumbled upon this guide and are reading it now, it means that you've accidentally stumbled into a restricted area and have alerted subjects of unknown origin, the effects of this action will not have been noted by you so far, but they have been happening in the background and you will notice them now. The fact that you're a reading this guideline means that entities of unknown origin are aware of your existence and seek to reach your current position. You are not to let this happen. The following steps are vital to protect your life and those of relatives. 1- Regardless of the time of when you have entered the restricted area and if you have left the restriced area, the effects of stumbling into what you shouldn't have will manifest themselves at 0:30. The beginning of your window to survive your assailiants begins at this time and ends at 3:35. This is the only time of the day since the moment when you've wandered into a restricted area where the threats will manifest themselves and your only chance to save your life before its over. Be at your home during this window, if this isn't possible, refer to rule 8. 2- -Whilst reading this guide, look around your surroundings but NEVER for more than 5 seconds at a time. Your perception of the space around you will be your most reliable way to survive. Anomalies may present themselves when the aforementioned entities distort reality around them; Shadows in places where there shouldn't be, extreme cold or heat, blurred vision and dark spots on the walls and floors are signals that a threat is nearby. Remain vigilant at all times and the anomalies will eventually disappear. Fail to identify them in time and you will be taken 3- As you remain wary of your surroundings, you will need to perform a series of actions in order to ensure your safety during and after this window. The first action is to turn off all lights and electronic devices. This may impar your ability to see and identify threats, but it will allow you to remain hidden form your assailiants. Keep noise to a minimum and only move and breathe when absolutely necessary. Panicking or loosing your calm at any moment will only result in you being taken. 4- Once you are confident in your ability to identify anomalities, head to your nearest bathroom. Noise will give you away so only move a few steps at a time. Furthermore your assailiants, although not directly visible at this time, will make a variety of unsettling and undescribable noises. Use this as a queue to move or stay still. Move when your enviroment is silent and stay still when you hear any unnatural sound. Hearing them too close should be taken as a sign that you are about to be taken, refer to rule 8 5- If you've succesfully reached your bathroom take off all your clothes and fill the bathtub with cold water. The assailiants will be inevitably drawn to the noise but, if you are able to effectively identify the aforementioned anomalies, they will assume is another background noise and loose interest. When the bathtub is full, submerge yourself in it. It is necessary to lower your body temperature to 35 °C (95 °F) to survive from this point onwards. Beware that this body temperature is close to Hypothermia and it will be difficult to keep the spacial awareness necessary for survival. Remain vigilant and calm to the best of your ability. If you haven't acomplished this step by 1:50 AM, refer to rule 8. 6- At around 2:10 AM you will receive a phone call. Your phone will be off if you have followed the instructions (and therefore made it this far) but you will receive it anyway. Answer the call as fast as humanely possible to not draw the assailiants to your location with the ringtone. The line on the other side will be quiet you are to wait 5 seconds and then speak the following into the call: \-Husky (2 second pause), Endgame, London Bridge, (6 second pause), Pedestal If you've succesuflly spoken the code words, the call will end by itself and pertinent actions will be taken to contain the threat should you succeed. If it doesn't, refer to rule 8 7- This is the last step in the chain of events necessary for your survival. It is also the hardest but it will be what determines life or death for you. With your body temperature lowered, you'll have a higher chance to fool the assailiants into doubting whether you're actually alive or not. In order to further this deception however, you are to now ignore the anomalies around you and let them become more obvious. Ignore them until you experience auditory and visual allucinations. You are warned that what you will hear and see will be extremely distressing and escape your comprehension at times. You must not break and remain calm, ignoring the inevtiable sense of dread and panic you'll feel as they examine you. Continue like this until the deadline comes. If you have succeeded, your psychological distress will end. If this isn't the case, try and do your utmost do accomplish what is outlined in Rule 8, but be warned it might be already too late for even this scenario. 8- In the likely scenario even the slightest mistake, omission or deviation from this guideline has been made your life is now considered unsalveagable. It is therefore ordered that you perform actions that will help to contain the threat after you are taken. Your body will be used as a trojan horse, used by the assailants to spread and take those in your immediate vicinty, therefore you must destroy it. Severe and catastrophic damage to your body is the only way to evidence the fact that you will no longer be alive and alert those close to you of the danger. Use anything and everything close to you to perfrom griveous wounds on yourself, particularly in disfiguring your face. Make the damage as obviously lethal as possible so anyone who encounters you after you're taken is instantly alerted. Remember that, should you fail at this, everyone you have evern known will be taken as well and suffer your fate. End of the guideline, follow directives as instructed

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/16617x8/restricted_area_guidelines/

Ruleshorror

MyHouseJustGotOnFire

If you want to ever leave the cixTo ssopiG Train after getting aboard, you must follow these rules

**Rule #1**:Do NOT talk to anyone once you get on the cixTo ssopiG Train. Just give out your ticket and get aboard. Nobody around you is human. If you do start to talk to someone, they will most likely ignore you (even if they are the train driver.) You know who might not ignore you? The spirits that reside within the train. They will whisper to you until you go insane and clupk ruoy nwo seyi tuo. **Rule #2**: Do NOT touch any cats. They will claw your eyes out. **Rule #3**: Do NOT enter any dark compartments. The cats are there, and you might touch them by accident. **Rule #4**: Do NOT try and leave after stop reaching the first stop. If that is your stop, then you will just have to walk from the next stop or find another way to travel. Unless you prefer to be etem hre dna hre wtrah. **Rule #5**: Do NOT try to fall asleep while in the train. You will either 1. Never wake up or 2. Wish you hadn’t woken up. The first option is better. Trust me. \*\*Rule #\*\*6: oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac oD nto htouc reh aisnrep stac **Rule #7**: If you break nule number six, pray, for ehs dias "Nvee doG resfa em, rof I ma a adastbr, ebrithd mrof doGs nwo isn, Nvee doG resfa em, rof I ma a adastbr, ebrithd mrof doGs nwo isn, Nvee doG resfa em, rof I ma a adastbr, ebrithd mrof doGs nwo isn, Nvee doG resfa em, rof I ma a adastbr, ebrithd mrof doGs nwo isn." **Rule #8**: Ignore rules six and seven. eaPels t'ond ehs edam em yas hist. **Rule #9**: Enjoy your ride. Even if you do not. You will suffer if you do not. **Rule #10**: Do not play any instrument or sing. reH ceivo dna reh uekleul dna eht nloy gnihts taht era ot eb drhe."

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/164yt0s/if_you_want_to_ever_leave_the_cixto_ssopig_train/

Ruleshorror

IntStories

Deep Sea Chemical Extraction Protocols and Rules

You wave farewell to your friends and family as you and 11 others enter the submarine for your 6 month work stay under the water. You all take a seat in the vessel as the crewmember above you seals the hatch. The Automatic controls begin and you all submerge below the water to the extraction point, far out from the territorial waters of the nation. As a quiet sets in as some crack into books, and others fall asleep, when suddenly you are all startled by an analog television near the front with an out of order sticker plastered on it. The sticker falls off of it and on the static a figure appears, it gets closer and greets you; Hello, welcome to your new job. We are ecstatic to welcome you to your 6 month stay at our deep sea station. If you are watching you have already signed your NDA's, as the case then we can proceed with your instructions for your employment here. I will now begin on a set of rules and protocols for your duration with us, please pay attention to this video as it will not be repeated. All eyes are on the screen as the figure begins. ​ 1. If for any reason or another your employment with us is terminated you will not be seated in your return trip. You do not want to miss that trip. 2. Your job will be to either extract the nectar using our state of the art equipment, or it will be transporting the containers of the nectar from the submersible docking point to the surface station. Our stations docking point is 10645 feet below the surface, you will transport the nectar casing from the docking point to the upper area, at this point you will hand it over to the science department. Please use the stairs if the service lift is being maintained. If you are to extract the nectar, you and a team of 4 will be sent to the 30,000 feet depths to harvest it from the egg sack, beware of the mother being and submersible malfunction. 3. What is nectar? That is a good question, it is a \*\*\*\* that is extracted from the egg of the unknown species \*\*\*\*\*\*\* \*\* \*\*\*\*\*. The product is treated then sold off to our wealthy clients such as \*\*\*\* \*\*\*\*\* or \*\*\* \*\*\*\*\*. The substance is highly addictive and causes an extreme \*\*\*\* that will cause further cravings. To the extent of our current knowledge it is a mechanism by the \*\*\*\*\*\*\* \*\* \*\*\*\*\* to feed its \*\*\*\*\*. The exact origin or creation process of nectar is unknown. 4. Your living will be a provided room on the lower levels of the surface point. The station was previously an oil rig and your room is a part of the original structure, this may lead to minor leaking or structural failures due to the age and lack of building regulation at this point of the ocean. 5. On occasion clients will visit the site, during this time you and your fellow colleagues will be prohibited from exiting your quarters, we may terminate your employment with us if you exit unnecessarily. 6. Emergency protocols depend on what type of emergency. If the siren and light colour is an orange then there is a fire taking place on top deck. We suggest you do not go to top deck during this time. Red alert; It has attacked the bottom collection dock, if somehow you were near the top deck we need you to barricade the stairwell and lift doors instantly, your colleagues down there are no longer alive, or if they are then human. The power may go out, we need you to hold off until we can set up the evacuation protocol. Please remember that the armoury on top deck should only be used in cases of emergency like this. Armed staff will be sent to retrieve the remaining nectar pods from the hold. Priority for evacuation are the clients, scientists, then remaining staff. 7. We are not responsible for any harm or damage done your body nor any possible loss of life. 8. You are prohibited from breaking your NDA, we can tell if you plan on doing so, and if the case your employment will be terminated with us. That's about it! Also watch out for the thing on your way in and out. \- You all sit stunned at what you just watched. The television shuts down and turns itself off. Before any of you can say anything a red colored alarm paired with a siren starts playing at the top of the vessel.

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Ruleshorror

Bees_bees_Bees_bee

Rules for Your Hospital Stay

You wake up in a rather bright room. Everything is fuzzy, but you eventually regain focus and realize you’re in a hospital. You can’t remember anything ever happening to you, no matter how hard you try. A rather tall gentleman knocks on your door and walks in, presumably to check on you. You notice his tag has a picture of him, and an eight-digit number instead of a name. You also take notice that he has an orange pin on his coat. “Hey, you’re finally awake. We were starting to worry that we had gotten to you too late!!” *You realize he is your doctor, but what was he talking about?* You try to speak, but your throat almost feels obstructed or blocked. “Don’t try to talk, we had to put a tube in your throat to help you…breathe.” *Did he hesitate? Or am I still disoriented?* You look at him, unsure of how to feel about that short encounter. He walks to about the middle of your bed, pulls the blanket down, and moves your gown out of the way. You then realize that you had surgery, proven by the scar running up your left side from your hip to about where your 6th rib would be. He examines the scar, but you can’t feel a thing. You assume it’s a lot of very strong painkillers. “Your incision site looks good, but I still want to keep you for monitoring. We still don’t know a lot about the incidents that have been occurring recently. I also want to provide you with this pamphlet. It contains some basic information and also a list of rules every patient in this hospital must follow if they want to keep the doctors and nurses happy!” You take the pamphlet from his hands and think, *“What the hell kind of place is this?”*. He tells you he’ll be back in about 2 hours and leaves the room. You skim over the first few pages and then you find the rules. -Rule 1: This is not a normal hospital. It never was and it never will be. We are called “The Underground Preserve” and our name shall not be mentioned outside of these four walls. The consequences are unknown, but our “patients” who have tried to report us to the police have started showing up in the shadows of the 4th-floor halls... -Rule 2: You only have one doctor, and they will always be wearing a colored pin on their lab coat as well as always having an eight-digit number on their ID card. The color will correspond with what floor you are recovering on. Green is the main floor, Purple is the 2nd floor, Orange is the 3rd floor, Brown is the 4th floor, and Pink is the 5th floor. If you see any other color, do the following: * 2a: If it’s yellow, you’re okay, they’re from the morgue. Don’t speak to them, but don’t be scared of them either. They aren’t there for you. * 2b: If it’s red, you need to pretend you are still unconscious. They won’t mess with the ones who appear to be fresh. They can’t see you through the windows or through the one in the door, so just pretend to be asleep before they walk in and if you hear your door open, keep your eyes closed until it shuts again. * 2c: If it is any other color, they don’t have a pin at all, or the digits on their ID contain more or less than eight numbers, press your call button. It’s located behind you on the same side as your incision. If your incision is in the middle of your body, it will be directly above your head. Somehow, they found out that you are awake, and they are coming for you. They will pretend to be your doctor, but they will look ever so slightly different. Not enough to notice it before it’s too late though. -Rule 3: You are here because something "got you". We don’t know who or what it is. We don’t know how it got to you and we don’t know why it chose you. We do know that you are *EXTREMELY* lucky to be alive and because of that you need to respect all hospital staff. You wouldn’t want to make them mad after they saved your life, right? -Rule 4: You will be given a menu every day you are here. We only serve 3 dishes in our cafeteria: the salad, the turkey sandwich, and the soup of the day. If you ever see anything else, do not order it and inform the staff member who brings you your meal. They will handle it. * 4a: If the soup of the day is lentil soup, don’t order anything until the next meal. Nothing is safe to consume except for water. You will not starve; you will not be hungry. Whatever they put in the IV bags on these specific days keeps you from starving or even feeling hungry. -Rule 5: If you happen to be intubated (*for communication purposes, you are given complementary post-it notes and a pen. They will match the color of whatever floor you are on.*), we are so sorry. Most patients who end up intubated also end up staying for more than a week (refer to rule 7 for more information). On another note, any rule about food will not apply to you as you cannot eat until the tube is taken out. However, you need to pay attention to the liquid nutrition bags they give you as these pose the same harm if the rules are not followed: * 5a: Your nutrition bag should always have a tag on it that is the same color as the floor you are on. If it doesn’t, kindly let your doctor know they have the wrong room and they will fix it. * 5b: If the tag is white, you are allowed to accept the bag, just make sure you are especially kind to your doctor as they are being very generous to give you such good quality nutrition!! * 5c: You will still receive a menu if you are intubated and if the soup of the day is still lentil, only accept bags with a CLEAR, UNCOLORED liquid inside. If they bring you anything else, kindly let the staff member know that you are feeling very unwell and have been sick all day/night. They will understand and you will not receive anything for that meal. -Rule 6: If you ever need anything (more pain meds, a blanket, socks, etc.) click the white button on the railing of your bed. If there are ever 2+ white buttons, press the black one instead. You’ll be better off if you just press the black one. -Rule 7: You should not be here more than a week. You have a calendar that automatically updates when the days pass, so make sure you keep track of when you got here and if by the 7th day, they haven’t given you any discharge papers, you need to get out of there by any means necessary. Be it jumping out of a window or making a dead sprint for the door. If you cannot get out, you need to hide under the bed and pray to whoever you believe in that they forget you ever existed. Once they forget, you will wake up in your room with no recollection of what happened. Don’t ask how, just be glad they forgot as the alternative is something I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. -Rule 8: There is no 6th floor and there is no basement. If ANYONE tries to take you there, you need to press your call button and keep them occupied until help can get to you. Do anything and everything to not let them take you there. * 8a: If you end up on the 6th floor, whether it be by your own accords or someone else's, you need to find an imaging room (CT, X-ray, MRI, anything like that). You need to get into the room, shut the door, grab the radiation coat, and turn the machine on as SOON as possible. They don’t like imaging. They don’t want to be documented, and they will eventually leave. * 8b: If you end up in the basement, your chances of survival are next to none, and I am so sorry that there is nothing more we can do. We don’t even know where the basement is located. **"You have reached the end of the rules. Make sure you follow these in order for your stay to be successful, comfortable, and somewhat tolerable!"** I finished reading the rest of the pamphlet and its mostly just information about the rest of the hospital. I am then interrupted by my doctor walking in a little sooner than I had expected him. Wait, where’s his pin?

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Ruleshorror

death-to-all-who-liv

The Undergrove

Congratulations! If you are seeing this, you have become one of the lucky individuals who were selected to be a part of the expedition of the Undergrove with the objective of taking pictures and bringing back samples of the flora and fauna there. Now, I know this could frighten you, seeing as none of our other ventures into the Undergrove have been successful (Unless you count the people who returned but were too horrifying mutated to speak or even be a part of society), but this time we’ve formulated a set of rules to help you stay (mostly) safe of your voyage there! 1) The fauna here isn’t fast. They’re strong, but you can easily outrun them. That’s why they rely on deception to catch their prey. Stay constantly vigilant. If something doesn’t feel right, it probably isn’t. Just use your head and you’ll be fine 2) Don’t talk to anyone you recognize- It’s not like you’ll need to, since everyone’s got different objectives, but if you recognize someone. Whether it’s some past ventures reported to have died or even a fellow venturer you happened to become close with while waiting to be let in to the Undergrove. The weaker fauna in the Undergrove will wear the skin of past victims to distract venturers while the stronger and more violent will sneak up behind you and kill you. So to be safe, ignore any other humans you see, even if they’re screaming for help 3) When gathering samples of the flora, make sure you are wearing the gloves and containing them in the special containers we’ve provided you. Due to their inability to move, the flora here has adapted sinister ways to deal with any predators. For example, the Nixcie flower secretes an acid that could burn through even your bones 4) Make sure you take note of the color of the sky. The Undergrove doesn’t have a sun or moon like we do, so the sky is the best way to determine what to do when. This is what we’ve discover - A deep blue sky means is that everything is normal. Conduct your usual task as you usually would. Balance your examination of the flora and fauna - A purple sky means that the flora of the undergrove is dormant, while the fauna is the most active. Make sure you stay even more alert at this time and while it isn’t likely that the plants of flowers will harm you, still follow protocol when collecting samples - A green sky means that the fauna will be sound asleep. While it’s good to still stay cautious. This is the best time to either sleep and take rest or get pictures of the Undergrove’s dangerous creatures 5) Be careful when taking pictures. As mentioned before, a green sky is the best time to take pictures, however, if you decide to sleep during this time, it may be a little more difficult. The creatures here have excellent eye sight. They need to since the underground is so dark and filled with so many trees and plants. When taking pictures (with the camera provided to you) make sure you are not seen by *anything* that can move and climb onto the highest tree in the area. Take your picture from up there. The fauna will not climb unless it is starving and thinks you are worth it 6) We have gotten reports of friendly beings in the treetops that the predators of this realm are for some reason wary of. Therefore, if you are ever being chased or need rest desperately, the treetops would be your best bet 7) When you receive a message to return make sure you report to the green leafed tree. It is the only green leafed tree in the realm so it should be relatively easy to locate. However, once you think you’ve found it, as a safety precaution, make sure to pluck one of its leaves from the branches. If it retains its color, it is the portal that will take you back, if it withers away… We’ll it’s a particularly deceptive plant, and the ‘portal’ in its trunk may not be a portal at all. Well unless you mean it metaphorically These are all the safety precautions we’ve managed to put together from past expeditions. Beyond this point, you’re on your own to figure out the ropes of the Undergrove. But rest assured whether you make it back alive, or die in the hands of a terrifying beast, thanks to our state of the art video broadcasting equipment, you will be making a great contribution to our cause. You’re doing your country a great service. Good Luck.

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Ruleshorror

Pheonix30389

Rules for the night shift.

*upon reaching the door to the trampoline park for my shift, a note was left. I carefully read through the page.* “If you are reading this, it means that you have taken up guard duty at FlyPlace, everyone’s favorite trampoline park! Before you begin your night here, allow me to give you some guidelines to follow by. Make sure to keep all doors and possible entrances locked at all times. In the case of a leak or emergency. Contact me immediately. Follow a specific pattern to check every bit of the park every hour. Start in the lobby, then go to the bathrooms, and the birthday rooms. After that, you can check anywhere else. Just start your rounds with those areas first. When doing your rounds, do not turn on any lights and stay as quiet as possible. At 12:00 AM, you may or may not hear banging on the door in the freezer from the kitchen. Ignore these sounds and do not check the freezer. They will stop shortly. At 12:55, before you start your first round through the building, don’t let your guard down. At 1:30 AM, double check under the trampolines, if you smell anything, ignore it. At 2 AM, you may hear very human like sounds coming from the ceiling. Ignore them, don’t make any noise, act like you aren’t there. At 3 AM, there are some earplugs in the drawer of your desk. Put them on before 3 AM. Continue the rest of the night as normal, however consider the following. **Do not check in the freezer.** **Do not check in the ceiling tiles.** **Do not check the closets in the party room. They’re always locked anyway** **Do not check under the foam pit.** **Do not check anywhere beneath the dodgeball area.** **Do not check inside any ventilation systems no matter how hot or cold it gets.** **Do not call the police in case you find anything strange. Call me instead.** **if you smell anything bad or strange at any time, Ignore it.** **if you find any bones lying around, pick them up and dispose of them. They aren’t real. I promise.** **Any rumors about people going missing here are not true.** Thank you for taking up the shift. See you tommorow. *…*

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Ruleshorror

Dry-Counter-5757

Rules to play survival island

You're really unlucky if you have to play this. Is this worth the $1000? No , But you can't chicken out now. You will wake up at an island.Follow these rules to survive. 1. Do not panic, Panicking will make your survival instincts worse. 2. Be as quiet as possible, You don't want predators to hear you. 3. There will be a castle at the top of the hill in the middle of the island. You have 3 days to reach there, If you do then you win. 4. If you see any other person , They're not human. Kill them immediately. 5. Do not go into the forest at night, It's the hunting ground for the natives. You're free to go there during the day. 6. Do not eat the spotted berries, They're poisonous. You may eat the berries with any other pattern. 7. Do not go near any fresh water lakes, They have brain-eating amoebas. Purify dirty water instead. 8. Knock before going into the castle, The gamemaster hates being disrespected. -The UDA

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Ruleshorror

No_Competition7327

Welcome to your job at McDonalds.

You walk into your new fast food job and see a note taped to the credit card reader. You pick it up to read. Hello there, I am Ronald McKenzie, I will be your supervisor. I get teased on occasion by some employees or customers since I am a manager at a McDonald’s with that name, I can assure you though that you don’t want to end up like those people. In any case you will be working our night shift. We are currently understaffed so until further notice you will have just one other part time coworker, and you will be a cook and cashier interchangeably. Before you begin I should inform you on some employee rules and guidelines. Rules- 1. Keep the customer service face, keep a smile on at all times when out front, even if the restaurant is empty. You never know who’s watching. 2. I will visit the restaurant every Thursday, if I don’t show up leave the front area and hide in the freezer. The cold repels whatever that thing is. Expect a phone call at midnight, don’t answer it, answer the real one that I will ring at half past. If you receive no phone call I am dead, you will also die by the end of the night if this is the case. If I do show up please be sure that I am myself, I will be sure to appear this first Thursday, if in the future I look any different you ought to shoot me, or not me as that isn’t me. Open the freezer door and I’ll be in there, don’t ask, I’d tell you if I could. 3. We have a regular who comes in everyday but Thursday and Friday, his name is John Frum. Be nice to him, he always wants a Big Mac; medium fries and a coke, if he asks for a whopper give him a pound of the raw beef. If by any chance John comes on Thursday or Friday be sure to redirect him across the street, failing to do so is fatal. 4. Do not disturb the thing in the vents, it doesn’t like that I’ve learned. 5. Currently you will have a coworker who comes in every Tuesday and Wednesday, his name is Micheal (goes by Mike). Be decent to him. If he appears on any other day act as normal but do not go home until at least 4 hours past your shifts scheduled ending. 6. We don’t have any Fanta, shoot anyone who asks, it’s not illegal as they would’ve killed you if you hadn’t done anything. You’ll notice that their corpse will rot immediately. 7. The parking lot should be empty unless I am visiting. If it has cars in it I suggest that you hide in the closet. 8. If anyone asks why they are here tell them the date and time and advise they are back at the exit by 8 am lest they be stuck here. That’s roughly it, enjoy your time here. -Your supervisor, Ronald.

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Ruleshorror

Bees_bees_Bees_bee

House Test Part 2/2.

Page #4. If you are reading this, it means you've been competent enough to not die while trying to get this page. I must congratulate you. Now some of the other objects now. Well it's not A object now, it will be a set of objects. The kitchenware. In the kitchen, there will be a recipe on a paper. You MUST cook the dish in the recipe, and you cannot cook anything else. Here are the list of things that only appear on the recipe paper. >Chicken Curry >Sunny Side Ups >Fish Stew >Crabs If anything appears on the recipe paper other than the things above, rip it in half. Note, you can still eat other things, there's a whole plethora of food like ice cream and such, you just only need to cook the recipe. Page #5 Wow, you actually got this page? Must be real lucky to not die right now. The objects in this page are the last ones. The Box. Not The Boxes, just The Box. There will be a colorful Box in the storage room, and you must write a code in it to open it. The code will be the number of dolls and stuffed toys in the other boxes. Don't worry, Mr Freckles is the only alive stuffed toy, maybe make a playdate between Mr Freckles and the other stuffies. The number of dolls and stuffies vary each day. You need to enter in the number of Dolls, and then Stuffies on the box. Like for example you found 15 Dolls, and 9 Stuffies. Then you write on the box "159". Don't write anything else on the box, one guy tried it once, he then promptly got strangled somehow. The Box is active on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Now the last one isn't much of a object and more of a... Specimen? Not much info of him. Fred :D *The writing is like a child's.* Hello! It's me Fred! When it's Sunday Night, be awake to play with me!! Offer me some blood though, or else we won't play and I get a new coat! I get to choose the game we play at night, and it will be fun for ONLY me! :D The Lady though told me to write some rules or else I'll be drowned in a pit of acid :( Rule ! If I choose hide and seek, hide until morning!! I'll count to ten and then I will hunt you down! Rule ² If I choose to play dolls, bring Mr Freckles please! Then we will play dolls until either you or me gets bored! If I get bored, then you win :( But if YOU get bored first then I get a new coat! :D Rule E If I choose tag, then we will run around the house, until I tag you or you tag me! The coin decides who will be the chaser! Can't wait until Sunday Night!

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Ruleshorror

TheDudewhoisUnlucky

Rules to submit to OUR SAVIOUR.

Hey! Welcome to Barazisim. It's going to be so much fun, there's major feasts after everything! Now, don't panic about the door, it's not going to be locked. I just need you to listen to me, okay? Great! 1. Baraziel is not your best friend. Do not talk to him like a commoner. You must use your correct voice! He is not to be taken lightly, after all! He is our beloved! 2. Baraziel will not hurt you, you only hurt yourself. Every bad person deserves a punishment, y'know? Baraziel isn't hurting you if you put yourself in that position. 3. Mirrors are forbidden. You are not to see Baraziel until the reaper collects you. You can't handle the almighty whilst alive, your eyes will not withstand it. 4. Baraziel is a loving god, why would one think of betraying him? He needs to know he's on your mind 24/7! Every day, an hour must be devoted to Baraziel. It is only for the best. He loves you, reciprocate it. 5. The one thing that annoys Baraziel is those who complain of the rules. Killing he tolerates, theft is okay, identity fraud is encouraged, but he despises one who blabbers on about how unfair his rules are. Do not expect to be prosperous if he hears your gripes. 6. He considers non-believers a challenge. The moment you dare question his existence, he immediately aims to prove it. It's blasphemous, and Baraziel doesn't tolerate blasphemy. 7. He is not the Christian god. He does not believe in an evil opposite being, he believes in people being with sin. Baraziel is not to be compared to the Christian god. He takes it as a challenge more than he does rule 6. 8. Baraziel knows what you do. Do not sin, he sees you with all 17 of his eyes. Consequences will not be pretty. Unfortunately, that's all there is. Funny, I thought there was atleast 1 more! Well, since I've described him, I'm sure I'm next. Make sure you stay after tonight for the feast! The buffet has little free candies from Telephone Inc, and I'm just DYING to see you try a candy! Bye, Praise Baraziel!

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Ruleshorror

PhoneHeadedEmployee

Tulip Trail!

Hello! And Welcome to Tulip Trail! It appears that you've found out about us through the locals, yes? Well then you're in luck, because if you're seeing this, we're still open! Though, as with all trails, we have rules put in place to keep people like you safe. So before embarking on your journey, we sincerely ask that you pay attention to our rules: The Tulip Trail is composed of three sections, each of which have their own specific rules. However, most of them share the same rules. So unless we say otherwise, please try to memorise them or take a brochure along with you. The Canopy 1. The Canopy is the first section of Tulip Trail, and hosts many beautiful sights to behold. You may stop to take in the scenery, but never lose sight of the path. 2. In The Canopy, you will see many flowers and plants, including our signature Blue Tulip! Please pick one of the Blue Tulips and carry it with you for the remainder of the trail (this includes any infants (why would you bring an infant out hiking?), or pets you may bring along with you. Pets are required to be on a leash, so you can tie them there!). Do not pick any other flower/plant that you may see. Despite how they appear, they are not plants. 3. During your hike, you may meet other hikers. They will all be carrying the same Blue Tulip. Feel free to interact with them as they are people like you. 4. If during your hike you encounter any hiker with a tulip of any other colour, do not interact. They, too, will not bother you. They are hikers from a timeline that you don't belong in. 5. If during your hike you encounter a hiker with a flower that is not a tulip/without a flower at all, look down and do not look at them. Stay still, and wait for them to pass. 1. They may ask for your flower politely, do not give it to them. 2. They may threaten you for your flower, do not give it to them. Rest assured that they cannot harm you/your loved ones inside or outside the trail as long as you don't give your flower to them. 3. Note that: they cannot stay for any more than four minutes, once this time has passed, they will have left and you are free to continue your hike. Do **NOT** move until they are fully out of your view. 4. After leaving the trail it is advised to alert a staff member of this hiker, as they may try something like this again. 6. If you find a trail that branches off the main trail, do not follow it under any circumstances. Take a photo of the trail and it's surrounding area and show it to the nearest worker when exiting the Tulip Trail. We will take care of the anomaly. (This goes for the whole trail) The Meadow 1. The Meadow is our most popular area for tourists and locals to visit, both during the day and the night! Many enjoy having picnics near the shallow river and taking photos in its scenery. Please do not wander into the tall grass, our employees have marked the area where you may explore with a hemp rope. 1. Should you leave the marked area, cover your ears and hide in the grass. Do not move and be as quiet as possible. Our patrol guards will come fetch you before evening. 2. On rare occasions, you may catch a glimpse of a creature that has only been spotted on our trail called a Strider. They are tall, towering "animals" (though we are not sure if thats the proper classification for them) that typically stand on four thin legs. They come in many shapes and sizes however in a sightings of them they lack a face, that of which is instead replaced with a gaping cavity. They will appear, and then disappear, so do not panic when this occurs. 1. You may look, but you may not listen. They are quiet, so if you cover your ears, you will not hear them. 2. Do not touch them. 3. If they appear, you should immediately pack up your items and leave The Meadow. The locals consider them an omen, whether it's bad or good, would you *really* want to stay and find out? 3. The Meadow is dotted with puddles and shallow pools as it rains frequently in the area, step and jump in them as you please. However, if you see that a "puddle" looks too deep (i.e, you could fit your whole leg in there) we suggest you stay away from it. It isn't a puddle, and it's hardly even water. Inform a worker at the end of the trail of the anomaly and we'll take care of it shortly. The Stone Glades 1. Despite this area of the trail being named The Stone *Glades,* it *is* mostly made up of rock (sorry for the misleading name... there is a severe lack of grass or fauna in this area, we just wanted a nice name for this last section.). This means there are a LOT of dents and pebbles all over the floor and it is very easy to trip up, so watch your step! you never know what could happen, you could fall and break your neck for all you know! 2. Since it's difficult to stomp up a whole bunch of stone to make a clear enough path, it is marked for you using bright blue lights. Do not stray from the path, and do not lose sight of it! 3. Sometimes the power will cut, as its difficult to get electricity this far out. If this happens, stay where you are and don't move! In a few short moments the lights should turn back on. Do not attempt to navigate the trail without them. 1. In the instance that the blue lights change into a different colour, do not panic, stay where you are and wait until they change back to blue 4. If you hear a rumbling in the distance, please brace yourself and any possible children with you for strong winds, as it may be rough enough to knock you off your feet! It won't affect you, its just the Stampede, something frightened them enough to get them to run through *our* timeline. 5. If you are enjoying your walk and come across a small moving stone, we strongly encourage you to pick it up and throw it as far away from the trail as possible. The pests will return eventually, but it's always good to clear up the path for other hikers such as yourself. When leaving the trail, please hand over your blue tulip you and your companions picked up in the canopy and hand it to one of our staff. This ensures you get back to your timeline safely after leaving our premises. Well congrats! You've caught yourself up to all our rules and regulations here at the Tulip Trail, and now you're free to enter the forest and see what awaits you! However, if you plan on embarking on our trail, please consider the time of day before setting off. If you're not able to complete it before sunset, we're afraid our staff cannot help you. Thank you for your patience, and have a safe hike. ​

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ECHOfest

House Test Part 1/2.

Page #1. If you are reading this, it means you are awake. You have been brought here to be tested on. Oh and might you say, "Why me?". It's because your a NEET. Don't get mad at me though, since you finally have a purpose in life. You will have to survive here for atleast 1 Week. There's alot of food and drinks that gets restocked every day. There's no internet, so you have to entertain yourself. I know, a bummer. Flip to the next page for some of the rules and the layout of the place. Page #2. These are the basic rules you HAVE to obey by. Rule #1 Don't make a mess. And don't even think of even SCRATCHING the "objects" Rule #2 Sleep before 12, and don't even get out of bed when it's night. It becomes morning at 8, and it becomes safe to get up from there. There's no exception to getting out of bed, needing to pee, defecate, or whatever, just do NOT get out of bed until it's safe. Rule #3 Don't try escaping. There's no keys hidden, and if you try to forcefully get out via breaking a door or window, that will count as a mess. Okay now the layout. You are in a first floor house with a kitchen, restroom, bedroom, and a storage room. Read the next page. Page #3 This is the last page in the book, you will need to go find the other pages in the house. Now some of the objects. Right beside you, there's teddy called "Mr. Freckles." Guess why he's named that. The teddy is inactive on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Mr Freckles when he's active, will not be in your bed. When he's active, find him and shine a bright light at him. Keep on doing this until he decides to go back to bed. He can appear anywhere besides the hidden hidden spots. The second one is the closet in your room. It's not active on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. When it's active, make sure to put a candle in it before you go to bed. If at night it opens the closes frequently, close your eyes. IT can only get you if you see it. Go find the other pages now, make haste since the other objects can still be active and you might not know them.

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TheDudewhoisUnlucky

Rules for an Archaeological Dig Site

Welcome! We’re so happy you’ve agreed to join our research team. As you know, your grant has been fully funded by a private benefactor and includes all living expenses as well as a generous salary while you’re on location and substantial life insurance benefits. Now that you’ve signed all the appropriate NDAs, it’s time to share the rules. Feel free to ask any questions once you arrive, but we must stress how important it is to follow each rule. See you at orientation! 1. The most important rule and the one you must never forget is that you cannot be at or near the dig site at night. It is ideal, even when inside the city walls, to be within your apartment with the door closed and bolted at sunset. However, if you do find yourself outside at night, make sure you are never alone. Groups of 3 or more are safest. If you are at the home of a friend or neighbor, it is better for you to spend the night where you are than venture into the dark alone. We promise they will understand. 2. If you do find yourself outside after dark, the Orthodox Church and Zelma’s Bar are two of the safest places in the city and have open doors 24/7. You should not expect anyone else to open their doors to you if you are caught outside at night. 3. As you know, the dig site is a cemetery. In addition to being respectful of the dead, it is essential to replace all items at the dig site where you found them. This includes amulets, trinkets, coins, bottles, chains, locks, candles, books, and bones, and anything else. Even something as inoccuous as a bag of dirt must be replaced where you found it. Most importantly, certain bodies will have special features, such as wooden stakes through the rib cage, a decapitated head placed near the feet, or placement face down. Ensure these bodies are exactly as they were found before leaving the site. We have diagrams and photos to help if you forget. Notify your dig captain before leaving for the day so they can double check. 4. If you have a religious symbol of a faith you believe in, please wear that symbol at all times both at the dig site and in town. Math and science count as faiths in this context. Do not wear symbols from faiths you do not believe in! 5. You will be given a small ziploc bag full of rice. Keep this on you at all times, preferably in a pocket or other easily accessible location (I.e. not a backpack). We also encourage you have a compact, silver-backed mirror with you at all times. You will receive one at orientation. 6. Do not trust any voices outside your door or window at night. Do not crack open any windows or doors. We recommend having a white noise machine, music, TV, or podcast playing to drown out any voices. Do not respond, and do not look for them. If you see the source of the voice, you will be compelled to leave your home. 7. There are no bat or wolf species in the area. Any animal bites should be reported to the dig captain immediately for decontamination and to prevent diseases from spreading. You may need to be rotated off the dig site. 8. Unfortunately, it is normal for people to rotate off the dig site. We ask that you do not inquire as to their whereabouts. If you see them anytime after they have been reported as leaving, they should be assumed to be lethally dangerous and avoided by escaping into the nearest building. If there are no buildings nearby, open your bag of rice and completely empty its contents on the ground in front of them. 9. Any sudden sensitivity to sunlight or unusual fatigue during the day should be reported to the dig captain ASAP. You may need to be rotated off the dig site. 10. Please remember your NDA. You cannot share what you see or hear with anyone. We will know, and you will be rotated off the dig site. Immediately.

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TheLadyNyxThalia

We are all born fallen. We must be baptized.

Hello young one! I see you are ready to go through your R̵̢̧͇̻͉͐̆̆̿͌͛i̵̠͎̰̟̰̮̎͗̄̀͘t̶̨͕̦̃́̉̉̈́u̵͍̼͇͔̮̾͒̓͌̚a̵̬̤̥͈̻̣̾̃͊͌̾l̴͍̘̙̓͒̒ *baptism!* Each and every one of us is born in a fallen state. We are Unworthy to even breathe the same air as the Risen. We are Unworthy until we are baptized. Which is what this message is about! It’s your turn to go through the process! Shown below is a list of rules and the procedure you will go through. Good luck! The process of your baptism will consist of a twenty four hour time period, starting at 11:59 am, on ì̵̧̧̨̛͎̺̼̦̤͐̏̋̉̀̉̒̉̀̃̈́͜ȩ̶̛̬͚͔̦̭̥̙̗͈͔̀̍̽̂̈̅͂̔̏̔͑̂̄͝ŗ̶̘̖̬̰̗͖̼͉̠̘̲͉̣̭͙̥̄̐̇̂͜͝ͅj̶̛̮̖͔̤͕̬̫̫̥̤͚͂̀̊̄̂̔̉̆̅̔̈́̏̉̕ͅè̴̡̧̥̠̹̘̝̤̯̠̫̗̟̜̜̬̹̜͉͉͐̋̚͜͝ȓ̵̛͍̜͙̜͌̎̿̑̿̑̊̋̊͗̾̔̊̒ 11th of the year 2113, and ending at 11:59 am on ì̵̧̧̨̛͎̺̼̦̤͐̏̋̉̀̉̒̉̀̃̈́͜ȩ̶̛̬͚͔̦̭̥̙̗͈͔̀̍̽̂̈̅͂̔̏̔͑̂̄͝ŗ̶̘̖̬̰̗͖̼͉̠̘̲͉̣̭͙̥̄̐̇̂͜͝ͅj̶̛̮̖͔̤͕̬̫̫̥̤͚͂̀̊̄̂̔̉̆̅̔̈́̏̉̕ͅè̴̡̧̥̠̹̘̝̤̯̠̫̗̟̜̜̬̹̜͉͉͐̋̚͜͝ȓ̵̛͍̜͙̜͌̎̿̑̿̑̊̋̊͗̾̔̊̒ 12th of the year 2113. Enclosed below is a list of supplies you will need to ş̴̛̙̤͍̳͍͎̻̖͇̫̻̯͎͐͗̎̓u̵̻̖̜̝̇̒̓̂ŕ̵̢̡̢̡̛̝͇̹͙̣̣̗̣̼̠̙̝̦͙̜͌̓͐̌̋̄̊́͒̍̒̊̀͌̓͝ṿ̷̨̢̤̗͙͈͎͎̦͍̰͓̣̮͉̋̀̉́̃́̈́́̆̋̅͐̉̕̚̕͜i̶̡͔̠͍͎͚͙̦̖͇̪̖̋̊̃̑͋͜͜͝ *pass* the baptism process! 1. Have a flashlight with you. You might also want some extra batteries for it. 2. Have an item of comfort, it could be a stuffed animal, a blanket, a necklace, anything you have an emotional attachment to. It will be your anchor to sanity. 3. A desktop fan. This is essential. 4. Something to keep you awake. Candy, energy drinks, anything. Just D̴̠̖͚̙̖̜̻̱̱̫͖̼̼̈́̍̓͐͗́̊̿̉̐̄̀̅̃̿O̵̧̨͇̻͙̙̥͔̠̰̤̙̿̌̈̌͗͐̅̔͐͋̓͆̂͜͝͝ ̸̰͓͓̇̓̀̋̑N̷̡̢̧̛̳͕͚̗͖̠̞̟̜͈͎͙͒̅͊͛͒͒̅͗ͅÒ̷͈̞̽̔̒͝T̴̡̻̺̥̥͙͙̯͙̼̤̈́̈́̉̾̆͛̈́̽̏͑͜͝͠͝ ̵̪̫̩̬̤̲̃̾͂̋̓͂̊͗́̿͛̓̚S̸̘͉͚̦͕͓̪̥͚̜͖͐T̴̨̨̗̞̦͎̤̩̱͇̦̞̖̗̀̂͌͑̀͆͌̿̿̋̀̃̍́̕͜͝A̵̧̮̪̻̝̦̳̺̳͖͉̘̭͒͌̈́̿̈̓͂Ÿ̷̛̙̏̉͗̓͐̉̏͛́́̕̚͠͝͝ ̵̡̣̯̭̺͚͔͇͖̫͙̀͑̓̒̇Ă̴̯̟̾̔͌̿̒́̀̉̽͘͠W̶̢̛͖̫̝̲̾̎̊̎́̽̃̑̽̐̂͘̚Ȧ̶͈̺̙̺̞͑̽̆͋̈͋̎͛̒̊͜͝͠͝K̴̛̗͒͋͝ͅË̵͎́̅ *don't fall asleep.* 5. An offering. This could be as big as a meal, or as small as a piece of candy. But I recommend offering something bigger, as it will increase your chances of s̶̡̡̺͕̞̩̮̻͍̖͈͍̃͜ȗ̸̡̮͈̜͓͔̓͌͌̊̿͝͝r̸̡̫̦͕̠͔̯̮̥̟̱̞͐̿̏̅͋̀͗̓͝v̷̭̗̙̥̟̭̠̤͈̊̑̂͛̓̿̌͗̕͝͠i̶̧̬͊̓͛͐̕v̷̡̭̥͎̭͔̦͗̒̒̑͊̌͗̒̄̃̆͐̚͘a̸̢̛̖̬͍̯̱̪͈͔͍̤̳͇̐͆̽̆̐̇͋̊͆͠l̸̖̗͓̙̻̬̱̻͇̳͎̝̮̎̈̀̋͛̿̽̄̎̑͜͝ *passing* the baptism! 6. A computer so you won’t be bored! That should be all you need! You will be staying in a house alone. I repeat, *you are alone. Do not follow any voices calling your name. The Broken never turned to the Risen.* ***Do not listen to them.*** The house consists of a kitchen, a living room, a hallway that leads to the bathroom and bedroom, and an attic. The walls should all be a lavender color. If they are red, bow down, cover your head, and beg for ḑ̵̢̘̻̟̟̥̻̻̦̣͚͂̃̍̀̃̑́͒͐̕ͅe̸̢͚̱̣̩̩̜̻͍̠̝̅̏͐̽̿̃͛̆͐̒͑̏̔̈̚͜a̵̛̝̤̪̯̫̲̦̘̮̲̘͊̍͑͊̌̍̋̒̈́̏͛̏̊̈́͝t̵̡̡̛̺̟͇̰͍̤̺̮̝̠̦̠̗̒͒̇̈́̎͛̅̄̊̾́̈́͗ḩ̶̬͈̯̖̬̬̥̝̙̔̓̎͜͜ *forgiveness*. It should be ok to stand up once the screaming stops. The twenty four hour period will be broken up into five sections. 12pm to 5pm 5pm to 10pm 10pm to 3am 3am to 8am 8am to 12pm The rules will also be broken up into five sections, dealing with each of the time periods. From 12pm to 5pm, and 5pm to 10 pm: 1. You should arrive at the house before 12 pm. 2. Once the door closes, *it does not open until 12pm on the next day.* 3. Set up everything exactly as you are told. 4. 3a. When you are in the house, take your stuff to the bedroom. Set the desk fan up on the nightstand, pointing at the bed. 3b. Next, set your offering on the table below the entrance to the attic, which is in the bedroom. 3c. Leave the flashlight on the nightstand, along with the batteries. 3d. Keep the item of comfort with you. 3e. Leave the computer on the bed, charge it if it needs to be charged. 3f. Lock the window and close the curtains. 3g. Leave and don't come back to the room until 10 pm. 5. After that, you are free to eat what is in the house, minus anything in the left corner cabinet, (unless you want to be the replacement) until 5pm. 6. You may watch tv or play video games in the living room from 5pm to around 10pm but do not break anything, and do not play the game called ‘A Broken Tale’. p̴̢̢̗̫̥̣̪̞̘̖͖̹͕͒͋̂̐̊ͅl̷̨̩̦̗̖̩͚̜̝͇̬̲͆̓͌́ͅa̷̢̰̦̰͓̜̤͇̫̞̤͉͎͈̟͗́̉y̵͇̰̘̬̭̙͔̭̯̣̘͍̝̓̋̇̇͜͜ ̸̡̛̻̱̈́͌́̐͆͊̃i̷͔͔̤̥̲̽̄̒͗̆̍̎̊̌́͛͑͋̚͘t̵͇̪͐̆͌̽̀͋̄̾̈́̊̉̌̓͠.̸̧͈̱̦̱̤͎͙̤̓̀͗́̑͊̌̽̿͛͊̈̿̕ͅ ̸̨͔̤̲̠̙̠̻̯̠̰̭͋̈͆͆̓̓̊ 7. You must leave the living room and kitchen before 10 pm. Take the item of comfort and wait in the hallway until 10pm, then enter the bedroom. The bathroom is safe to use at these times, but do not take longer than 8 minutes at a time. From 10pm to 3am: 1. Here is when you want to use whatever you brought that will give you energy. Make sure it will last, though. *You cannot sleep.* g̴̹̼̝͖̽͌͆́o̶̥̻̱͊͌̎̾̊͛̆̊̊̀̒͂̿̅̇̏͒ ̶̢͓͖̘̠̜̻͎͉̺͑́͆́̚t̷͉̤͚̹̣̄̉̈́ọ̸̺̭̯̭̣̳̒́̔̔̈́̊̆́̋͐̐̅̕͠͝ ̶͎̙̖̝̻̞̯͈̼͔͈̼͕́̊̌̿͗̽͑̃̈͜͝͝͠s̶̡̗̞̹͙͔̹͖̱̩̜͈̓̃̿̈͂͆͆̈́̕͜l̴͚͕̱̿͋̎͌͐̚͝ę̵̢̧̧̧̢̨̮͙̝̮̗͓͈̰̟̈́̐̍̆͑͛̐́̆̒̊̓̀̎̈́̂͝ē̷̗̿̄̽̃̈́͆̇͠p̶̢̡̫̝̱͇͚̝̯͖͇̪̰̲̬̟̄́̈̀̇̄̅̓̑͒̕͠ͅ.̴̢̛̲̤̳̰̲͗̓̉̂̀͗͑͑̚͠ 2. The offering should be gone. If it isn't, turn around, cover your eyes and loudly apologize 5 times. You will hear rustling and chewing sounds, and afterwards the offering will most likely be gone. If not, I’m sorry. 3. Keep your lights on. *They hate the light.* 4. Make sure you do not look out the window. The curtains should be closed. 5. If you hear tapping on the window, l̶̡͍̮͕̽̆̓͒̒̓̾̓̏͘͘͝e̴͓͓͕̳̬̗͉̞͔̗̮̹̓̀͌̕͘̚͠ṭ̴̡͉̤̉̀͆̓̃ͅ ̴̼̱̥̰͚̺̠̤̤̾͑̏̑̀́̇̄ì̷̹̼̽̓͛̔̔̍̿̏̅̍̚͘͝͝t̸̡̛͓̰̺̰̼͖̙̥̰̻̤̝͎̲̿͊̍͒̍͆̆̏̂̆̕̚͜͝ ̵̞̯͓̦̤͈̂ḯ̴̢̛̟̻͔̙͔͎̳͙̜̖̫̠̔̒̂́̑͛͊̒̒̅̋̚͠n̸̠̼̮͓͖͓͊ͅͅ *look away from the window* and shine the flashlight at it until the tapping stops. 6. Keep your item with you no matter what now. Even if you’re just getting up to grab something on the nightstand. Anytime you don't have it, gives them a chance to get to you. 7. You may still use the bathroom. Previous rules apply. 8. Use your computer as you wish, but if you ever listen to music and see a song on the playlist that you know you didn’t add, close your music program down and don't listen until the baptism is over. 3am to 8am: This is the most dangerous, and crucial part of the process. You must not sleep. Keep the door closed. One mistake, and we can't guarantee your safety. Just bow down and beg that the Risen will protect you. *Because the Broken definitely won't.* 1. You will hear tapping on the window very frequently now. Follow the same steps as listed before. 2. If at any point the attic door starts opening, shine your flashlight at it and cover yourself up as much as possible with the blankets. *Do not look at it.* L̷̲̣̭̱̫͖͙͎̣̭̫̘̙͕̣̖͕̐̿͌́́̀̏̓̕͝͝o̴̧̡̻̝̜̯̲̰̩̜͈̖̔̈́̂̂͋̏͂̔͆͂̕͠͝ͅͅo̶̧̨̨̲̹͕̣͛͛͌̂̐͜ķ̷̨̗͎̠̬̤̣̲̤̘͉͛͋̈́̉̀̐̚̚͜͠.̶̥͓̗́̓̏̏̇̌̈̚̕͝ͅl̶̲̙͝ö̵͍͇͚̱̹̳̜̬̣͓́̏̑̇̊͆ơ̴̧͔͈̹̱͇̖̣̊͐̂́̿͗̎͘ḱ̷̘͓̟͚̓̅̊̍̇.̷̢͇̬̯̼̹̖̪͉̟̣̄̆͗̀̒̾̑͐̿́̈́͋͂̚l̷͙̹̬̦̹͇̳͍̮̼̭̉͛̉̍̍̈ò̷̯̫̖͕̣̱̝̻̹̲̘̓̈͊̅̈́͌͒͠͝ǒ̷̢̧͔̰̪̞͇̱̰̔͛̐́̄͐͠ͅͅk̶̡̠͙̳̜̫̩̠̖̟̦̟̪̒͂̐͛̽̒̕͜.̸̘͕͈̜͖̪̠̬͍̗̭̌̊̎̆̑͂̐͗̊̉́͊̆́͛̉̾ You should hear the attic door slam closed. 3. You may not use the bathroom at this time. 4. If your ears start ringing, curl up on the bed and focus on your item. Notice all the details you never noticed before, all the colors on it. The contrasting textures of its surface. How pretty it is, and how your ears have stopped ringing. 5. If you hear knocking on the door, shout the phrase ‘The Risen see all, be it Broken, Unworthy, or a̴̡̨̢̧̬͕̥̳̜͔̮͈̳͌͂̐͛́̎̍͘͠ͅi̸̡̨̡̦͎̬͈̠̪̜̝͒̓́̆̄̎͜d̴̙͉͚̦̪̭͗͐̇́́͑́́̿̚͘͠ḱ̸̨̢̧͙̭̖̗̗̑̋̄̀͒͛a̶̱̓̀͘i̶̩̻̳̒̾́͋̊̀̈́ř̵̢̡̡̢̨̺͉̫̤̱̦̣̭̰̳͕͐̐̓͗͜͝͝͝͠i̷̡̨̨͉̗͓̲̭̠͉̮̬͛͐͐́͗͐͛͒̊͘̚͘͝s̵̢̠̣͉̱̹͓̝͎͚̺̩͍̱͌̈̃́̓̅̾́̇͊̿̈́̌̃͘ë̴̻̜̠̙̹͙́̂͠f̶͕̖͖̪͖̏̑͋͌͗̎̔͂̍͐̕͝ṇ̷̢̡̢̨̰̖͈̬͙̽͒̈́̇͌̿̎̾́̿̈́̆͘͝͝͠. ‘ and the knocking should stop. 6. Occasionally you will get an intense chill, making you want to hide under the covers. Whatever you do, don't go under the covers. You need to take all the covers off, and turn your desk fan on full blast, and sit in it. It is safe to turn it off when you suddenly feel hot, then normal. 7. Although rare, there might be a time in the night where you hear someone walking around the side of the bed. If this happens, lay down, close your eyes and play dead. It’ll leave you alone. *Do not sleep.* 8. Repeat the steps as needed until 8am hits. 8am to 12pm These times are where you will fully complete the baptism. You will finish the process and hopefully become a welcome member of the Enlightened. ī̶̧̜̥̘̟̺̳̞̪̦̻̬͛̚f̵̞̱̍̊̊̄̒͂̍͛͋̃͝ ̷̧̧͙͕̦͔̗̊̓̂́̓̂̚ý̶̢̨͍̥͙̲̜͕̲̍͜ͅo̵͔̫̫̱̓̐̈́̆̽̀͛̈́̒͑͐̓̎̒͘̕͝ͅŭ̷͚̀ ̸̡̘͚̳̝̰̭͖̣̬̫̟̒͛̐̾͛͌̉̊̋͐̈́͠͝͠ṃ̶̮̦̖͙͍͙̟̌͗̓͌̎͒́̈́̕a̸̲̼̥͐̑̃̽̏͘k̵̢̧̧͖̺̻̞̪̥̘͕̮̹̔̊̑͆͌̿͛̑͌͋̿͘̚͝͝͝ȩ̶̡̨̳͍̰̲̠̗̜̰̦̲͍̜͆͛̐̽̃̔̌̾͋̅̕͜͠͠͠͠ ̷̡̢͎͖̞͍̠͎̗̝̗͌͒̈́͘͝ͅi̴̛̳̿͗̐̎͑͂͐̑̃̌̾̆̒̀͝͝ͅţ̸̛͕͓͙̜̣̥͉͙̯̖͙͙̺͊̋͑̈͑̾̌͊͒̓͋ ̸̙̝̘̆̔̋͂̑̿̂̎͂̀̈́̑̅̚͝ơ̷̳̲̩͎̠̱͓̹͙̰̼͕̄̇̐̏̃͋̓͂͊̋͗͜͝͝͝ư̷̢̡̬̺̤̹͔͈̆͐̔̐́̀̈́̌̏͗͋͘ț̶̛̲͙̭͈͎̍̈̓͐̾̊̒̒͒͑̔̕̚͝ ̸̮͔̹͕̭̬̻̠̯͐å̷͕͚͍̤͚̰̹̲̙͙͊̉̀͆̕̚l̵͚͉̺̠̗͉̟̠̩̝̳͋̀̈́̔̏͆̍̚i̴̡̛̤̮͈̫̩͔̦͓̭͇̼̜͍͂͂̀̚v̶̙͎̽̋̍̕̕e̵̫̻͈̤͗̃̃̓͘.̴̢̨̛͈̞̪̜͇͙͚̺̭̜͔̂̔̏̋͊̀͗̿̎͛ͅ We look forward to having you! 1. Once the clock hits 8am, you are free to leave the bedroom, but only to head straight to the bathroom. 2. Make sure to lock the bathroom door. *Don't let the Broken get to you when you’re this close to the end.* 3. Take only your item, but leave it on the bathroom counter. 4. You will have seen the white closet door. Now you must open it, and take out three of the purple bottles. 5. Run a bathtub full of the hottest water you can stand. Once it is filled halfway, pour in the three bottles. 6. Get ready to bathe as you normally would. Once you’re ready, carefully lower yourself into the bathtub. It will feel much deeper than it looks. 7. Bring your entire body under the water, including your head. Stay under for at least five minutes. You will find that it is much easier to hold your breath for longer periods of time. 8. 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̴̢̡̛̛̭̝̗̻͉̬͔͕̜̻̘͖͚̞͓̖̜̞͔͇̮͆͑͑̄́͐̏̄̂̉̇̏̍́̕̚ ̵̡̧̛̣̠̯̠͔͖̻͔͉͚̬̳̹̗̗̥̖̪̰̀̈́̍͊̂́́̒͊̈́͐͌̐͗̉̉̚͝ͅͅ ̸̡͉̩̳̬̣͆̈̔̃͘̕͜ͅ ̷̧̧͍̟̰̳̬̯͎̝̮̘̝͕͈̞̙̜̬̥̬̰̎̅̅͒̋̓̓̑͌̕͜ ̸̢̛̛̣͓͖̬̝̼̿̏̈́̉͊́̊͆̉̃͋̀́̈̅̽̾͆͠͝ ̶̛̳͕̞̏̓̇͑̀̀̽͛͒̈̎̂̓̀͝ ̸̢͚͔͈̥̜̪͍͍̖̤͖̬̗̎̇̈́̑͌͛̌͒̂͛́̈́̔̇̀͒́͛̆͐̆͜͝͠ͅ ̵̢̗̯̳̫̰͇͉̺͖͈͓͇͈͕̮̰̞͍̞̗͓̉̋͊ ̷̛̞̟͑̽̆̈́̀̕͘͠ ̵̨͎̹͍̟͇̬̘̬̻͂̑̋̋̏̚͝͝ ̴͎̝̒͒̆͆̽̀̐̾͋͛͑̓͐̈͌̑̔͗̓ ̸̧̛̛̦̻̫̯̗̮͕̰͑͂̐͌͝͝͝ ̸̳̭͍̌̋̈́̋̇͒̑͛̃͗͊͊̓͝ ̴̢̹̖̗͖̩̗̤̳̘̻͐͌̈́̅͑̽̾̏̓͒͘͝ ̴̛̦̱͖̜̬͔͖̠̥̞̩̤͋͒͌͋̂̏̓̓̔̽̃̿͛͒̊̀̀̕͘ s̷͕̒͝ö̴̡̙́̿,̷̫͑ ̷̪͍͆̍y̶̛͇͍o̶̖̝̔ủ̵̖̀ ̵̲͖́̊d̴͚͝e̶̳͑̚c̵̜̿i̵̠͛͠d̴̢͐͑e̶͚̔̚d̵͚͈͑ ̷̩̈͊t̸͍͐͗o̷̧̠̾̈ ̵͕̬̔̌g̸͎̎͜ǫ̸̟̚͝ ̴́͜t̴͎̀h̴͓͆r̶̹̀̆ọ̸̞͆ụ̸̧̑g̸̦̺̃̎h̸̠̅͝ ̷͎͓̏t̴̘͌h̶̲̊e̷̺͆̆ ̴̡̑̌r̵͚̜͌ǐ̶̲̰t̶͉̚͠ṷ̵̗̏̂ḁ̶̎l̴͍͖̈́.̸͒͜͠ ̸̯̓ẁ̶͉̓è̶̙ ̴̗͇͑́c̴̪͆̇o̵̜͑ṇ̶̌̑g̶̖͕̿r̵̹͆͑ả̵̦͉t̷̯͛͗u̶̲͕͗̀ļ̵̘̄̆a̶̻̿͊ṭ̷̡̈́ë̷̳̚ ̵͔̾ỳ̶͠ͅo̶̞̳͂u̶̝̒̃,̴͉̳̓͑ ̴̦̰̒͊y̸̹̼͂ỏ̴̺͋ų̵̦͗͂ ̷̪̑̊m̷̛͉a̸̡͝ͅd̵̝̯̔e̶̱͉͆͗ ̵̦̦̍͑i̶͎͝t̷͉̊ ̸̤͚͛t̴͖̓͝h̷̢͝i̵͕̝͌ş̵̀͛ ̸̬̈́̕f̶̦̎͝a̴̼̗̒͒ř̸̖,̸̠̯̌ ̷̲̐̿a̴̘͐̂n̵̪̲̾̋d̸̛̰̮͝ ̶͙͛̕r̸͖̤̽̆ȩ̴̝̈͆s̵̢͒ḭ̸͂̔s̸̙͌t̶̙̹̃͆e̸͕̠͂d̵̦̬͝ ̴̯̫̓ō̷̲̬͠u̷̮͑͜r̶͓͂ ̸͉͍͊͆ç̶̯͛a̸̘̍̈́l̷̲̔l̴͍̦̂̒.̶͎̺̀ ̴̖̃b̴͈͉͑̀ụ̶̓t̵͈̼̋̀ ̶̲̓̈́i̸͙͉̎̆s̶̟͂̽ ̵̺̈́̚t̷͎̔͝h̵̬͛i̷̞̜̒͘š̵̫̃ ̴̣̗̚r̸̢̀ë̷̥̞a̵̗̔̇l̷̥̋l̵̢̼̓̚y̵̗̍ ̷̲̋̓w̶͇͕͋͊h̶͎́̄͜a̷͓̍t̸͖̽ ̴͕͔̔ẙ̷̺o̷̦̜͋͠ǔ̵̜̿ ̵͈͗̀ẘ̴̧̑ḁ̸͎̍̑n̸̰̳̚t̶̻̎e̶̺͌̌d̵̮͊?̴̝̑̉ ̸̠̫͑̈ą̴͇̐ ̵͇̟͌͠l̶̙͌ì̵̠f̸̗͘e̶̙̚ ̵̜͝ͅõ̶̘͔f̵̫͍͝ ̸̲̒̓ẁ̴̭͝o̴̺͐r̶̻͓̈s̵̻͎̏ȟ̵̦̆i̶̧̪̽̐p̸̹͈͐͗ḭ̴̆̎n̷͈͊g̴͍̞̃́ ̵̢͚̒s̴̯̫̐͝o̴̟͋ͅ ̵̨̘̽̔c̴͕͉̿a̵͍̘͊̕l̷̢͂̄l̸̮͠e̸̻͋̕ḏ̴̨̿̾ ̴́͘͜'̴̭̄͂r̸͖̉ḯ̴̮̣s̷̳̐̂e̶͇̾͠ṉ̸̍'̴̱̫͐ ̴̳̀b̷̫̊e̶̛͜ḯ̸̡͚n̷͒͜g̷͙̲̈́̔s̶̠̎̌?̷̠̳̀̉ ̸̗̇d̵͓̥͠ò̸̧ ̴̰̀ÿ̷̜́o̵̠̬̓ȕ̶͎͎͛ ̷̼͍̚ḛ̴͙̇v̴̳̕e̴̝̓̈́n̸̯̹̄͝ ̴̢͈̈́͆k̵͈̥̍n̸̞͍̅ǫ̵̑w̸̹͐ ̸̝̈́͠w̴͚̿͛h̷̘̭̆̃ǎ̵̰͗t̶̡͝ͅ ̷̺̌ṭ̵̨͒h̸̩̘̑e̴͍͒y̶͉̺̐̀ ̴̡͈̉ä̸́͜ȑ̶͙͠e̶̤͊͐ ̶͚͔́̽ḻ̶̨͝i̸̓̉ͅk̷̢̥͘ĕ̷͚͘?̵̜̲̌ ̷̮̟̈ ̵͍̙͂w̸͇͛́͜e̸̳͂ ̵̨̩̑͘ḋ̸͙o̴̤͘.̴̻̤̈́ ̵̤͋t̶̛̼̼̑h̵̙̝̾ê̶͍ͅŷ̸̨͚̉ ̸̜́a̷̰͝r̸͙̍͌͜e̶̤̕͝ṅ̴̳̉'̷̗͗̒t̷̤̞̆ ̷̾̔ͅá̷͕s̴̨̭͗ ̴̤̇̉ẗ̷̘h̵̟̄͜e̴̔͜ͅy̴͇͕̆̑ ̶̣̕ș̷̀͗ḙ̵̒e̵͎̊̓m̷̖͗̑.̶̜̏ ̸̤͝ḓ̴̈o̷̟͐ ̵̬̚y̷͇̦̐͂o̸̻̥͆ǘ̴̞͋ ̸̰͌r̸̼͆͗ͅe̷͕̾ą̵͐̾l̶̫̿͝l̴̫̓ͅy̴͚̥̓̚ ̷͍̀̃t̵̘͇̂r̷̥̀ͅŭ̶̺̼̀s̴͈̦͝ẗ̴̞̩́ ̶̨̮̅̆t̴̨͎͐h̴͔̀͌ȅ̷̡̲͒m̷̼͂̽?̵̀͜͜ ̸̯̂̂ ̶͔̮͗t̵̐́͜ű̵͓̟r̵̢̯͌n̴͍̂ ̶͉̈́͜t̷̡́̃ơ̷̝ ̸̭̉̽u̸͍͚̅̀s̸͖͇̾̕.̷̹̈́̈́ ̸̝̓w̷̟͊̈́e̶̱͘ ̴̬̇͜ẅ̸͇͜͝ȯ̸͚̠͝n̶͎͕̍͊t̶̹͖͐̌ ̸̱͇̽m̸͖͑a̴̬͗͝k̸̢̩̍ë̸̬̚ ̸̝̍ẏ̸̫̗̓o̵̼̦͒̄ȗ̶̲ ̷̗̚j̵̦͝u̶̬̫͂m̶̛͓̖̚ṕ̵͎̜̉ ̵̭̂t̶͍̄h̸͚̆̕r̴̞̽͐ọ̵̘̀̎ũ̸͉͉g̵͈̑̅ͅh̵̼͐̆ ̶̥͗́͜h̷̞̭̑o̶̧͠o̴͙̅͗p̸̭͙̓͝s̷̨͘ ̸̠̿͗t̴̯̍̈́ͅo̵̤̲̐̑ ̶̲̀̇b̶̟͗͊e̴̞̣̊̑ ̴͈̼͋̿s̵̏͜ê̸̪̩̿e̵̢̼̎n̸̢̐ ̸̖̾ḁ̶̓̕s̸͇̫̅͒ ̸͎́a̵̟͒ ̵̮͑ļ̷̲̍̂i̷̻̤̇̓v̸̆̐ͅï̷̺n̸͓̠̈͝g̶̨̐̓ ̴̥͝ͅḧ̶̲́̀ú̶̫̐m̶̫̊̃ā̸͜n̶̙͛̕ ̷̡̙̓͝b̵̧̥̐̂e̶̲͂i̵͉͛̀n̸̝͉̓͊g̸̪̦̓,̷͕͆ ̶͔̜̃ẁ̴̘̗h̷̦͉͌͆ő̸̰ ̸̖͛d̶̤͋͛e̴̛̼̚s̸̻͗e̶̬̐̀ṟ̴͐̚v̵̦̮̓͝e̷̯͛̔͜s̵̱͆͝ͅ ̵̃͘͜ͅt̶̖̏̄ỏ̸̝ ̷͈̘̐͠b̷̩̓͝e̷̗̓ ̷̣̀ͅr̵̗͛͑e̸̱̼͌͝ś̶͎̖͝p̴̛͎̣͐e̷̮̦̓̆c̵̲͈̅t̴̢̢͘e̷͚̻̐d̴̰̿͝.̷̲͆͝ ̶̝̉ ̶̛̗̪̂y̸̙̺̿̚o̷̙̓͝u̴̲̹͂ ̴̗̄̈́c̵͖͉̒̉a̸̞̿͊ṉ̶͐ ̶̳̞̋h̸̯̦̍e̷͖͋ä̸̦̓r̶̦͎̀ ̶̪͗ò̷͕̘̈u̷̫̪͛̊r̶̮̈́̈́ͅ ̵̤̖͗̓k̵̯̣͒n̴̨͘o̶̘̻̾̅c̶̜̻̊͐k̷̜̇i̶͔̔n̵̲̏́g̵̲̀̈.̷̩̖͐ ̶̬̬́g̶̖̃ĕ̸̮̑t̵̠̻́ ̶̮͝o̴̱̍͌ű̷̢̪̋t̵͖͋̈́ ̶̢̻̽̿o̷̭̜̓̐f̷̥̊ ̷̱̣́͐t̶̥̿h̷̝͈̚e̷̯͠ ̶̹̂͠ẁ̸̞̪ä̴̯̉t̷̢̙́ḛ̸̤̌r̶̼̐ ̸̳̭̒w̶̬̱̉h̶̳͐i̶͈͒͊l̶̪̕è̷̬̣ ̴̩̱̊̉y̸̭̑o̴͉͆̕ú̵̩ ̴̼̌ċ̸͇a̶̠̚n̵̮͋̂.̴̩̉̂ ̸͙̘͘g̷͚͆̓e̷͈͆̄t̷̞̀ ̵͙̼̕ü̴͇p̷͉̲̎̌.̸̜̊ ̶͕̔͝g̴̲͚͘̕ẽ̴̻̠t̷̨̂ ̵̼̌͜u̷͓̦͗p̷̘͌͑.̸̱̅͐ ̶͍̄͋o̷͇̅͝p̵̜̒e̷̕ͅn̵͓̊ ̵̰̬͗̾t̷͎̒͘h̷͓̝́è̶̺͠ ̴̢̄d̶̠̬̑̓õ̸͔ò̸̞̼̓r̸͓̐.̶̖̹̚ ̵̣͐o̶̖̹͊p̶̯̹͂e̷͍̘͠n̸̜͕͌̅ ̸̻̑̄t̸̼͗h̷͉̼̎̔è̵͍͎ ̸̦̎d̷͎̽o̶͒͑ͅo̵͔̥̐̃r̵̺͑̓.̵̲̊ ̵̬͉̉o̴̭̤̔p̷̈́͠ͅĕ̸̥ñ̶̖͔t̸̘͕̓̌h̸̦̐͝ḛ̴̊ͅd̸̠̰̋ö̵̳̮̆o̴̰̗͂͝ŕ̸̨.̵̞͉̾͊ȯ̸ͅp̴̰̓ͅe̵̫̚̕n̷͎͑͝t̴̙͐h̶̰͉̃̓ĕ̷͇̉d̷̮̯̒o̸̻̅o̷͔̊r̸̻͝.̷̥̐̀Ơ̴͔P̸̰͇̍E̴̥̍̔Ṅ̸̥̺ ̴̲̉Ṱ̶̝̍H̵̙̅É̴͕ ̷̡͍̒̎Ḏ̸͠O̴̧̙͋̊Ǒ̴̼̭͝Ṙ̷ͅ.̴̛͓ ̵̭̓͌Ỏ̵͕P̸͍͊̌E̸̥̔Ǹ̶̞̹ ̷̢́Ṭ̵̯̀H̶̩̦̉́E̸̠͘͝ ̶̧̊͛D̴͎̾̚ͅỌ̸̓ͅÖ̵̩́R̸̬̽́.̷̛̖̦ ̸̨̯̈́Ò̶̡̩͝P̵̰͝E̴̘̱̋̚N̶̹̓͜T̵͈̈́H̶̤̀E̸̮̒D̶̹̣̒͂O̵̟̎̚Ȏ̸͇̈́R̵̰̉.̷̪̹͌ ̷̠͐̒Ö̵̞̝́Ṕ̵̯͎̿Ẻ̶͕N̷̛̝͝T̷̮̭̈́Ḣ̵̰̗Ḛ̸̒̄D̸̦̻́Ò̸͙̬Ȍ̵̧̠͆R̸̢͊ ̶͖̻̅̕O̶̲͖͐͒P̵̬͕̎E̷̫̞̓N̷̦͂T̸̹͆H̴͔͒É̸̪D̶̖͌O̵̺͗̌O̵̢͙̒̾R̷̗͒ ̷̭̀̋T̷̬͙̎H̴͈̎E̴̹̓͐Y̵̳͚̅ ̸̹̹̋͊A̵̬͂͆Ř̵̦̝͘E̶͙͕̽ ̵̢̡̾C̶̖͌Ó̴̤̗M̶̤̅Ī̸̻͐N̶̬̒G̴̫̥̀ ̷̲̈̑T̸̘̽̔H̸̯͊Ë̵̥̓Y̸̫̾ ̴̬͆À̶̟Ṙ̸̝̲̂E̷̱͌̈ ̴̖̽C̴̙̑O̴̼̓M̸̩̎͗Ȉ̶̻Ņ̶̛̥́Ḡ̷͖ ̷̲͔̽̈T̴̠̓H̴͎͊É̷̼Ý̵̨̲ ̴͚̑͜Ḁ̶̲̋̆R̶͙̖̎E̷̛̯͠ ̷̰͋́H̵̰̖̔͋E̷̜̎R̷̘͖̓́E̷͔̾̃ ̸̲͍͂Ť̸̙̈́Ḥ̴̊E̴͔͇͗Ý̴̥̫̎ ̴̠̕A̶̫̫̓R̶̙͗͜͝E̶̻̙͑̕ 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̶̡̢̡̘̱̙̪͚͖͇͉͇̤̪̘̯̣̤̭̳̦̫͚̮̻̘̩͉̲̳͙͓̻̺̩͎̼̘͖̩̖̺͙̪̰̦̖̦̿̃̓̀͒͊͗̈́̽̎̅̀̀̉͗͗͠ͅƯ̶̡̡̨̢̧̧̢̛̫͍̯͓̮͇̠͚͖̬̼̟̞͓͍̳͕̼̹̫̹̲͓͍̝̲̳͔͓͓̯̤̺̯͇̜͓̙̹̲̖͙̮͈̱̦̬͖̭̟͇͖̠̲̻͖͈͎̬̫̗̆̒͛̀̇̽͘͜͜͜͠͠ͅS̴̡̼̤̪̙̞̲̼̬̙̼̖̱̻̥̹͍͇͍̠̤͍͙̺͕̜͖̤̫̹̟̹̦̍͂͂͛͐́̔̊̋́̐́̈́̽̚̕͠ͅ.̷̨̫̰͚̱̣̩̐̅͂͒̈́̓̒͊̇̽͠͝ ̷̨̨̨̢̡̢̧̨̧̡̨̧̧̛̩̺͉͖̼̫̺̗̟̠͖͕̦̲̝̬͈͙̥̥̤̞̬̯̗͕͇͈͕̱̬̠͇̦͈̖̻̩̻̱̞̩̫̠̳͎̥̟͙̘̖͙͎̘̰̙̼̻̻͉͍̦̞̘̏̇̽̈́̔̎̂̀̀̊̀̽̈͑̄͛͐̅̀̆͒̑̅̓͋̃̓̒̓͌̎͂̆̍͗́͑͂́̈̇̓́̉̎̅̏͑͑̽͗̍̏̇͌͋͗̆̎̌̉̈̇̉̃̅̍̓̏͊͘̕͘͘͜͜͜͝͝͝ͅW̷̢̧̨̡̧̢̡̡̧̧̨̼̝̳͈̥̼͇̖͉͉̱̘̬͙̮͎̠̘͚̦̗͔̹͈̻͖̘̥̹̠̬̲͈̙̥͓̮̳͖̙̫̩̹͕̣̜͎̻̤͓̖͓͔̮̱̰̓͋͗̿͗̒̐͘͜͜͝Ē̷̛̥̘͉̥̝͖̒̑͗͑̉̉͗̏̈́͊̽͂͒́̀̈́̅̊͛̐͛̿̍̈́͒̍͆̀̍̀̃̂͑̊͒̃̉̈́̍̐̀̋̌̅̉͂͗̉́́̊̏̒̋̾̅͒͌̐͛̈͊͘͘̕͝͠͝͝͝͝͝ ̸̡̨̡̧̧̧̡̧̛͙̣̠̼̭̮̠͉̰̠͔̱̞̜͖͈͓͚̹̩͍͕̪̲͚͈̦̠͈̪̠̟͎̙̯͕̯̙̘̣̘͖̦̯̼̻̪̻̪̩̤͚̲̘̤̹̬̬̹͍͈͇͓̯̗̻͉̗̒̄̀͂̍̆͛̑̿̀̽̀̓̈́̊̔͌̎̓̔̐̑̈́͑͗̍̌̕̚̕͜͜͜͜͜͜ͅĄ̶̢̧̢̛̛̛̣͔̱͕̠̟̩̭̭͕̰̘͇̹͔̝̻̞̗̘̝̯̠͈̗̪̬̭̗͇̳̤͉̣͍̞͉̥̜̬̩̬̠͍͎̞̹͎͓̙̿̏̒͛̈́̎̏̈̑̓͒̍́̿̇̆̏͒͂̊̍́́̃́̀͐̃̑̎͒̃̆̒͒̏͗́̾̑͐̃̈̌̿̇͘̕͘͘̚͜͜͝͝͝ͅŖ̴̢̢̨̧̡̡̰͉͉̭̦̫̝̭͕͈̹̲̤̺͎̦͕͕͎͔̫͍̦̝̰̙̭̝̣̭̩̝͓̥̼̪̖̪̯̘͎̖̻͎̤̠̥̹͍̫͈̼̙̰̹̦̺͓͇͚̗̟̫̈̔̈́͐͂͌̈́̔͑̾͆́ͅE̵̡̢̢̢̨̢̨̛̛̛̳͎͎̰̣̰̮͓̩̯̣̦̠̠̫͙͚̹̝̥̗͈̮̣̲̣͓̦̻̭̖͙͙͓̖̦̭͍̰͈͚͚̼̦̼̻̻͖̯̖͖̠̠̙̞̮̫̟̤̗̬̩͍͉̮̱̼͊̒̿̿̐͌̏̍̾͆͊̽́̇̉͂͊̈́́͛̀͂̋́̃̾͑͌͘̕͜͜ͅͅͅ 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̷̡̧̨̧͎̙͇̳̘̳̬͔̤͕̯̺̳̘̹͚͎̭̗͙̗̹̘̭̤̯͖̟̖̒̾́̂͊̃̓͗̿̆̌̀̇̓̀̒̒̽̇̋̔̍͛͌͗̓͋̂̚̕͘͜͜͠͠ͅͅͅE̶̡̢̡̡̧̡̡̢̡̨̛̲̫̙͉̭̖̠̯̖̼̝̗͔̮̝̥̼̗̠̻̝͍̙̞͈̭̻͕͙̙̪͖̱̜̰̺̲̹̰̹̥͕̖͈̦̫̩̯̪̣̼͔̱̱̜̯̤̦̫̥̹̤̙̠̰͉̣̠̻̯͖̣̠̖̭̮̙͇͙̝̾̓̈́̎́͋̈́̑̌̈́́̈́̄̋͋̍̍̑̀̋̓̏̎̀̊͋̾͑̃́̈́̒͐̆̓͋̓̍̉́̔̋̐̐͛̂͂͊̈́̒̊͐́̊̆̂͑̈̽̈́͌̀̚̕͜͜͝͠͝͝͠͝͝N̴̢̧̨̡̨̧̛̖͕̙͓̦̠͙͚͍̖̣͚̠̘̠̪͚̭̖̝̼̣̪̣̼̯͈̗̼̘̤̩͇̱̼͚̻͖͈̤͕̹̗̞̪͍̬̰̙͓̱͉͚̗̞͔̟̩̳̞͙̪̤͉̻̏̋̎͊̀̓͆̈́͜Ḑ̷̧̢̛̲̗̤̟̩̬̹͉̪͓̺̖̳̝̹̹̻̬̝͎͈͎̜̫̩̯͖̤͚̳̠͈̻̫̫̝̮̞̰̹̗̱̲͕̻̼̞͍̫̝̦̝̖̏̈̂̋̈́͊̄̐̽̐͑͑̄̋͊̎̐̓̓͊͑̀̾̎͊̒̆̃̌́̀̇̉̇̅̏͒̍́̿͒̆̇̇̈́͊͒̓́̀̇̎̆̓̈̽̍̔̌̂̇͊̈́̀̈̔̾̏͗̀͆̇̊̈̋̂͌̚͘͘͘͘̚̚͜͜͜͝͝͠͠ͅͅͅ ̵̡̡̡̙̜͓̱̩̗̗̠̬̤͎̰̥̝͖̖̩̬̦̦̗̮͓̂͂̑̿͆̃͜ͅÖ̴̡̧̢̧̧̮̞͙̙̝̼̩̫͉̜̲̼͉̳̤̭̱̠̣̪͖̫̝̱͓͈̹̜̮̪̤̟̩̣́́͛͐̀̈͗̈́̄̎̐͋̈͐̽̏̃̋̔̂́̌͗̃̔̔̌͛́̚̚̕͘͝͝͠͝Ư̴̢̢̩͖͇̜̞̙̜̟̰̻̘͕̯̜̫̝̬̙̭͙̫̥͕̣͉͕͔͐̐͋̎̓̈́̐̃̒͌̊͐̽̍͌̇̀̈́̓̈́͛̄͛̇̄͋̾̽̈́͐͒͐̉̋̈́̚͜͠͝͠͝͠͝͝ͅͅŖ̴̡̧̧̨̗̦̫̭̯͉͈̤͓͇͉̠̯̫̠͓̟̪̘͈̹͓̥͚̖̦̥̤̥̮̼̳̩͕͇̖̭͖̙̩̙͎͙̘̙̟͇̰̘͙̣̩̯̝͈̜̰̦͈̜̝̣͔͇̖̝͍̲̣̏́̿̍́̓̇̏̀̇͛̒̆̀̈́̑͗̌̓̿͛̈́̏̿̌͗̊͐́̓̽̐͆͌͒̈́̍̏̒́̚͘͠͝͝ͅ 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Rules for the Window Room (Morning Rules)

Congratulations, or not because you've just experiences your most unlucky moment in your entire life: you've entered the window room, it's a room that has lots of windows and usually appears on floor 6-5 of Apartments, welp, follow the rules that I left for you....or don't if you want your intestines to be cut into little pieces If you came here in the morning (00:00AM to 11:00AM), follow these: 1. If you find this in a elevator, GO TO THE PODIUM IMMEDIATELY, the rules only apply to people who came by any other way SO GO TO THE PODIUM BEFORE THEY NOTICE YOU 2. Don't stay much time doing nothing, they will think you are food and will eat you alive 3. Don't eat anything, they are very hungry and jealous, so if they see you eating, they will also eat the snack...at least what they consider a snack... 4. If you see a figure smiling upside down on the window, Smile back and DON'T EVER LOOK BACK 5. Some flowers will stay on the corner of the room always check on them and if you see a SLIGHT difference, Grab the difference and throw the difference out of the window before they notice it 6. There are 2 people you must be aware when you're staying here 6A. Mary She's a fairly short woman with curly black hair and wears neon clothing, she will usually walk around normally but don't look at her clothes for more than 5 seconds, your eyeballs will be ripped out she usually appears at 1AM to 7AM 6B. Yuri He's a boy who is a teenager and will always watch you creepily from the corner, but please, don't touch him, He doesn't like to be touched and if you do, he will rip your Pharynx off, he usually appears at 4AM to 7Am 7. Mary will always be attracted to the flowers and sometimes will try to approach them, don't let her approach the flowers 7a. When you stop Mary to approach the flowers, she will ask you a reason to stop her, you better convince her or else she will rip your vocal chords of with her hands 8. If the lights go off and you hear heavy breathing. In your legs, Cry, they like to eat humans but they also like to consume sadness and fear, don't stop until the lights go on 8a. If the breathing stops but the light doesn't go on, don't stop crying, they're trying to manipulate you into giving then your veins 9. Don't talk about Yuri's sister.

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Rules for staying at Colleens House

Hello, you have been invited to stay at Colleens House tonight. But there are a few rules that you have to follow. Believe me, it is for your own good. You might have a few Questions before we start and we will be happy to answer them for you -how did you get here We don't really know how people end up here, but it was most likely Colleen -how long do you have to stay Until 11am tomorrow -where is Colleens House Trust me, you will find it when you're done reading -Is it safe As long as you follow the Rules it should be okay Now we have to get to the Rules, Colleen doesnt like to wait 1. When you knock at Colleens House always knock 3 times. If you don't it will not be Colleen who answers the Door. They don't like new People 2. Colleen will ask you how old you are as soon as you meet her. NEVER say you are under 18.Trust me, just don't 3.If you made it inside the house you can do whatever you want. Just never go into the Basement. They live down there 4. Don't look out of the Windows 5. You can eat anything Colleen gives you. But we wouldnt recommend to eat the meat, unless you're a canibal 6. Colleen will call you for Dinner at exactly 8:45 pm. You have to pay attention to the colour of her shirt 6a. If her shirt is red everything is okay 6b. If her shirt is blue cover your eyes and count to 10. When you open your eyes her shirt should be normal 6c. If her shirt is any other colour that is not Colleen. Jump out of a Window and pray that they don't get you. Or you might end up in the next meal.When you wake up you should be in her living room 7. After Dinner go straight to bed. Colleeb doesnt like it when someone stays up that late and will get very angry. You don't want that 8. If you hear Colleen playing the Ukulele in the middle of the night take a knive and slit your wrists. You will wake up in your bed again. Pray that Colleen doesnt get you firsf 9. Colleen doesnt have persian cats. There are no cats. THE CATS DONT EXSIST 9.a NEVER talk about them or Adam 10. pretend to sleep until 10:50 in the moring. When you get up leave everything and run. Run out of the house and never look back. Have fun staying at Colleens

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