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false | Nothing is real. | You do not have long. Do not stop reading this letter, and the moment you finish, enact the plan.
You should be in a room that roughly mimics your childhood home. Do not fret. You are trapped within your own mind, but hope is not lost. You will remember. I will make you remember.
Rule 1: Find the memories. You cannot let yourself forget who you are.
Rule 2: Ignore the whispers. Your subconscious is telling you things that you don't need to hear.
Rule 3: If the door to your room opens slightly at any time, close it immediately barricade it with anything that you can. Until this happens, you do not need to worry, and doing anything before then will only harm you.
Rule 4: A window should be directly above where your bed lies. This is the most pressing matter. Cover it with anything that you can. If I enacted the ritual correctly, a few rudimentary building supplies, such as nails, should be there to assist you.
Rule 5: You are not alone in your room. Due to this, I heavily recommend that you only leave your bed if absolutely necessary. The best we can do is keep as many things out as possible. As for the things already nearby, as long as you don't move much, I believe that nothing will happen.
Rule 6: I can not stress enough how important it is to keep everything out. If something happens not listed here, use common sense. This room is what makes you who you are. It is your core, your soul. You cannot lose that. Fight and struggle until you can't anymore.
I'm sorry, son. When they made the offer, the one to sell your memories, they promised to keep you safe. They promised that they would only study you. They lied, and now they are trying to take you away. You... you just need to keep going, and I'll find a way to get you out, someday. I am so sorry. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/174du4y/nothing_is_real/ | scarystories | Afraid_Government_74 |
false | What are some of the creepiest most scariest stories you know? | null | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/174b0jw/what_are_some_of_the_creepiest_most_scariest/ | scarystories | Open_Honey6903 |
false | The Last City | The road stretched before me, it’s asphalt cracked and buckled into disrepair, the paint faded. Long ago, great metal machines would travel along these roads, fed by the blood of the earth, until the earth ran dry.
I walked along the road to the last city before the United Federation fell. I walked the road surrounded by crumbling buildings . Decades ago the President of the Federation boomed over great projectors between a cacophony of advertisements. Now everything stood silent.
I remember the last time the projector ran. A man leading our protest screamed at us over a megaphone not to listen to him. A gunshot sounded and he fell to the hard ground. The crowd rushed the stage, more gunshots followed. The hissing sound of tear gas and the bleat of the speakers cut through the crowd.
My mother grabbed my hand and navigated me through the violence. We drove out of the city, avoiding a checkpoint. On our way home our phones ceased to have signal.
When we came home, we checked the news only to have a broadcast interrupted by the President. The masses could not be trusted with such a tool. Service to the World Wide Web would be removed until the rebellion stopped.
My mother still kept her connections, meeting in cafes and her friends houses. My mother continued to network and protest in the city. Until the power cut out. They removed electricity for all but public buildings and the elite.
Food spoiled in refrigerators, air conditioning and heating ceased to exist. People froze, sweltered and starved, while the elite sat in their citadels.
Riots and wars began among the rest. Explosions tearing through the brick. Other countries took advantage and made deals with the elites. They captured the people of the cities and threw them into hard labor camps.
My mother and I escaped to the country. We cut ourselves off from civilization, but we learned to forage, garden and hunt. We built fires to keep warm and swam to keep cool. We wrote our knowledge into books.
Our contryside cottage remained peaceful for years, until the military came. They drafted every citizen to serve the United Federation. The military combed the hillsides, searching for dissenters. They found our sleepy cottage and our books. They burned it to the ground after putting a bullet in my Mother’s head. I still remember her screams.
So, I travel this decaying road. I see the Last Citadel gleaming, it leads to the Elite’s underground city. I wait till the cover of night and remove my pack and aim the warhead. I don’t need to reach the Last City, I only have to be close enough to destroy it. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1747oui/the_last_city/ | scarystories | Saraphim663 |
false | William | William was a lonely boy until he found a brand new toy
Technology in the form of an app to hide the pain and help distract
The pain he felt deep inside, that reading horror helped him hide
But the app had different a plan
Showing videos of contraband, murder, corruption pain and war
William found comfort in the gore
Before he knew it, William fell into his own algorithmic hell
The voices in his head became loud
And pushed him to an unsavory crowd
Anarchists against the world
Williams life became unfurled
Unbeknownst to Williams mom
He and his friends made a homemade bomb.
Before William could even the score
The the FBI bust through his door
And Williams life came to a wrap
all because a silly App | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1744q22/william/ | scarystories | LorneBronstein |
false | Dead daughter | Hi my name is Chris and my 13 year old daughter killed her self 1 month ago i try to get over it but can’t I swear she’s still here with me my daughter loved playing songs from a singer named d4vd idk who that is but she loved him and now every night at 12AM I hear that song romantic homicide my wife swears she dose not here it but I do and when I go to her room there’s white roses in her room in the tv walls all of that last night was different I woke to a tapping on my shoulder and a “dad can you help me the dogs are out” we used to have 2 dogs they died 5 years ago she never really spent time with the dogs after that I went back to sleep the morning I heard tapping on her door I ignored it then it was banging the door so I went up there and nothing was there now I’m going to move out in 10 days but I’m burning the house down first | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1749n4q/dead_daughter/ | scarystories | PBMcupcake |
false | The road to New Wilderness [Part 10] | [\[Part 9\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1737x0q/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_9/)
[\[Part 11\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/174ueqh/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_11/)
Jamie checked the magazine in her rifle one more time to ensure it was loaded. “You sure you’re all topped off on ammo?”
I mimicked her, tugging the flaps of my canvas bandolier open to show each little metal box filled with cartridges. “Uh huh.”
“Canteen full?”
Reaching down to the green army-surplus canteen that hung from my belt, I shook it so she could hear the sloshing inside. “Yep.”
“Got your headlamp?”
Dangling it from my fingers by the strap, I waved it like a hypnotist’s watch. “Got three sets of spare batteries in my belt.”
Around me, the parking lot in front of the visitor’s center buzzed with activity. An armored pickup truck sat idling nearby while our driver, Blane, inspected it from top to bottom for any issues. Perched atop the gunner’s turret, Chris checked over the aged M60 machine gun that the militia had fitted to the truck, wiping the interior of the weapon’s receiver with an oily rag. The tangy scent of diesel fuel and cigarette smoke filled the air as the three other rangers stood looking over a map, sharing valuable smokes, and chatting in low voices. Jamie and I stood at a white plastic table that had been set out by a team of workers, laden with ammunition, weapon’s cleaning supplies, spare batteries for flashlights, and a round yellow cooler full of water. No expense was spared on anyone who went through the main gates at night, and a few kitchen girls even handed out little cups of tea for us, since the supply of premium roast had dried up long before I got here.
I sipped at one of the cups and sighed.
*It’s going to be a long war without coffee.*
In the three days since my arrival, I’d spent every moment with Jamie, doing some kind of training for this night. Creature identification, target shooting, calisthenics, even boxing, which I sucked at, all became part of my day. Despite my advance in weekly salary, I tried to save the .22 cartridges in my sock drawer for gear, and that meant putting up with meager communal rations for all my meals. I’d gone to bed exhausted and woken up sore every day, but now that my first night patrol was here, I almost wished I could be tired just to push the anxiety out of my mind.
Jamie nodded with satisfaction, the eerie glow of the floodlights in front of the visitor’s center casting shadows across the parking lot. “Can’t be too prepared. Make sure to hit the bathroom before we leave, just in case—”
“I went twice already.” I drained the last of my tea to its dregs, though my intestines still jumped like frogs inside my belly.
She flicked both green eyes toward the main gate, then back to me. “Nervous?”
Glancing over my shoulder, I caught Chris’s gaze from atop the truck, and jerked my head back around, the flutters in my stomach returning. “Terrified.”
Jamie press-checked the Beretta from her holster and swatted at a mosquito with her free hand. “It’s normal for your first time out. But we’ll be fine. If this was going to be a bad op, we’d have at least three, maybe four, gun trucks. We’ll be in the back anyway, so you’ll have an inch or two of armor between you and whatever is out there.”
*Assuming it’s not big enough to rip clean through it.*
“Recon patrol, on me.” A booming voice called from the center of the lot, and I followed the others as we all converged on Tyler, our patrol leader.
Each truck always went out with a driver, a truck commander who worked the radio from the passenger seat, a gunner who manned the turret, and two to four additional riflemen in the back, in case things got spicy. As our TC, Tyler was a quiet guy, easy-going, and less gung-ho than some of the older fighters I’d met so far. Dressed in the standard fatigues of Carter’s militia, he kept his sleeves rolled up to a practical length, wore civilian hiking shoes instead of army-surplus boots, and his head boasted a green baseball cap instead of the standard issue patrol caps that Carter insisted his men wear. Jamie had told me that Tyler served in Afghanistan before the Breach, and judging by the ease with which he rested one elbow on the hood of our gun truck, I wondered if anything scared this man anymore.
Counting silently with his eyes, Tyler scratched at the stubble on his chin, his AR slung casually over one shoulder. “Alright, here’s the deal. Command wants us to check the camera traps along the southern ridgeline. Most of you know the drill, but we’ve got a newbie here, so I’ll reiterate.”
My face flushed hot at their glances toward me, but Chris and Jamie both gave me encouraging smiles as Tyler went on.
“Our mission is to swap out SD cards in the trail cams so our research teams can analyze any mutant migration patterns. Thanks to the fact that the southern ridgeline is basically one big high-wall, we probably won’t run into anything. All the same, our job is to clear the road of any critters big enough to cause problems for us in the future.” He spread a map out across the truck hood and traced a line on the map with his gloved finger. “For our route, we’ll take the main road down to Elder Crossing and then Hallows Run across the ridgeline, until we loop all the way around to 142 and then back to Bethesda Ridge Road. Questions?”
Again, they all looked at me, and I shook my head. True, I had enough questions to last for hours, but I didn’t want to seem stupid, or naïve.
“Good stuff.” Tyler folded the small map back up and tucked it into his plate carrier. “Let’s mount up, and I’ll let Carter know we’re ready.”
I sat in the back of the truck, peering through the firing slits cut into the armored box, and watched as the gates rolled past us, the safety of New Wilderness growing smaller and smaller in the distance. A cool breeze flowed from the open turret where Chris stood, but it was still humid, and the aged springs in our repurposed automotive seats creaked with every bump in the road. Jamie sat beside me, resting with her head against the seat back, both eyes closed. Across from me, the two other rangers, Darren and Pierce, slouched in their respective seats as well, one reading a little paperback copy of *Moby Dick* by light of his headlamp, the other drumming his thumbs on his kneecaps and bobbing his head to a mental replay of some unknown song. Like Jamie and I, they wore the black polo shirt of the New Wilderness ranger force, though theirs were more faded, ragged, and torn in places.
*At least it’s quiet. Quiet is good, right?*
Pressing my face to the nearest firing slit, I stared out into the night, drinking in the fresh air, and watching the darkness roll by. The communal fields swayed in the light breeze, starchy green corn plants, leafy soybeans, and a late crop of golden wheat. Tall fences marked the pasture areas outside our walls, where imposing bison, shaggy long-horned cattle, stocky muscled horses, and many of the changing exotic species huddled in protective herds to ward off any potential threats. Further beyond these, the fences of our exterior pastures ended, and we sped out into the lonely emptiness of the wild.
I’d seen plenty of empty places in my various urban travels, abandoned parking garages, shopping malls, and factories. There was always something melancholy about them, a sadness I couldn’t quite put my finger on, that sensation that something was missing. Here, I felt the same emotions return, only the missing thing was obvious now; all the people were gone.
Abandoned cars littered the roadside in several places, most of them either stripped, or burned wrecks, with shattered glass, and slumped corpses still at the wheel. A few farms gleamed in the faint moonlight, some decrepit, charred shells of buildings, while others looked mostly intact, though the ajar doors, broken windows, and scattered trash across the yards proved these to be empty as well. Broken telephone poles marked where something big had ripped down the power lines, and in more than one place I caught the movement of shadows in the trees. Eyes would occasionally reflect the beams of our truck’s headlights, and above the roar of the diesel engine, I could make out the bizarre cacophony of the night’s creatures.
*No lights, no barbeques, no music. No people at all. Almost like we never existed.*
My eyes drooped, and I stifled a yawn. Man, it was warm in here.
Slouching down in my seat, I mimicked Jamie, and did my best to find a good spot to wedge my head against the worn cushions. The bumps in the road blurred together, along with the steady hum of the diesel engine, and the wind tickled my ear from the firing slit. In my mind’s eye, I could see my family gathered around the table in our house, smiling at me as mom brought out my birthday cake, a mouth-watering triple chocolate layer cake that she was famous for. I could smell my dad’s loaded chill hotdogs, heard their laughter, felt their warm hugs around my shoulders.
“*Hannah*.” Dad whispered as he hugged me.
“Hannah.”
My eyes flew open, and I sat up too fast, wincing at a stiffness in my neck that told me I’d be sorry in the morning.
Jamie grinned from her seat next to me and pointed to the open door in the back of the compartment. “First stop. Time to go.”
Clambering out after her, I left the warm and fuzzy thoughts of cake and junk food behind, no more than distant memories in the shroud of the night.
The truck sat idling in the middle of a narrow gravel road covered with weeds and water-filled potholes, as if it hadn’t been properly maintained in a while. Thick, twisted trees clung to the sides of the winding ruts like cathedral walls, and tangled briars filled the space between their knotty trunks. Crickets chirped in the nearby grass, and Darren and Pierce were already standing by a gnarled oak on the right side of the road, working on a green trail camera strapped to its bark. Chris sat in his gunner’s perch atop the truck, watching the road ahead, and Jamie directed me to follow her a short distance to the rear, where we stood guard around the muddy tire tracks.
“Check it out.” Jamie pointed through the trees on the left side of the road, her smile reflecting the low-beam setting of my headlamp.
Through a clearing in the tree line, I could make out the wide, rolling plain below us, a checkerboard of fields, roads, and grasslands. Here and there, small clusters of shadows moved, various mutants going about their ‘day’, and I caught the emerald glow of the strange deer that I’d learned about in creature identification, a bone-faced species that lit up the night with long high-pitched bugles. Other little groups of yellow blobs that I knew were Speaker Crabs scuttled by the drainage ditches, little radio-like techno anomalies that ate carrion, and played broken snippets of music to communicate with each other. Fireflies buzzed back and forth, twinkling like millions of Christmas lights all over the valley, and spots of purple, orange, and pink shone from various patches of plant life that had also sprouted under the influence of the mysterious Breach. Multiple flocks of creatures soared in the sky, some small, some much larger, one massive silhouette far to the north riding the breeze with two bat-like wings. Sweet aromas of nectar carried on the wind from the dozens of nocturnal blooms, and carnivorous roars echoed from a few miles away, likely a pack of the Birch Crawlers that Jamie hated so much. Silvery moonlight bathed everything in a gray ambience, and I could just make out a familiar rise in the distance, topped with the unnatural hard lines and bright spots of orange flame demarking human civilization.
“You know, I never did say it before.” Jamie met my eye and gestured to the valley below us. “Welcome to New Wilderness.”
*From up here, it’s actually kind of pretty.*
I ate up the view with hungry eyes, something about the scene reminding me of a vast, primal garden, undisturbed by skyscrapers, car horns, and streetlights. “Thanks. I wish I had my camera. This would make a great shot.”
Stones crunched under boots behind me, and I turned to see Darren and Pierce waving us over.
“All finished here.” Darren called, and we climbed back into the truck to move on to the next camera site.
Four stops in, and we were bumping along the narrow ridge road, when the brakes suddenly screeched, and everyone in the back nearly flew to the floor as the armored truck ground to a halt. Mumbled curses clogged the stuffy interior, and Jamie crawled over to the window separating our compartment from the cab of the truck to bang on it with her fist.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
From inside the cab, Tyler peered back, and pointed to the rear door. “Everyone out! Pull 360 security, now!”
A shiver went through me at the tension in his voice. Something was wrong, Tyler was on edge, and we hadn’t driven far enough yet to reach the next camera site. The other two guys scrambled for the back door, while Chris cranked his turret around to scan the woods, and Jamie grabbed my arm.
“Stay close to me, alright?” Her eyes held a serious gleam, no joking smirk or sly grin on her face this time.
Clutching my submachine gun in both hands, I followed Jamie out into the dark.
At first, I didn’t see much difference in this particular area. The woods stood a little more silent, the crickets had gone quiet, but other than that, everything seemed normal.
Craning my head to the right, I looked down.
*Holy crap.*
On the southern side of the ridge, the world went into a straight drop clear of all vegetation, nothing but exposed rock and dirt for what looked like fifty feet or more. Darkness crouched between the densely packed trees, the distant ground covered in murky fog, and not a single human light greeted us from that side, as if the abyss was devoid of all touches from mankind. The slip had eaten away at the road in front of us, cutting the truck off from the rest of the ridgeline, and from where I stood, I realized that the entire ridge was like this. Bare cliffs were topped with enough brush to make me think there was just another gentle slope on this side, same as with the north. I had been so busy admiring the New Wilderness valley, that I hadn’t even considered why so few creatures came from the south.
“Man, that’s high.” Darren stood at the edge of the precipice, looking down into the inky darkness of the south, grasping his rifle. “I’ve never seen it this bad.”
Pierce scanned the trees behind us with jittery eyes. “You think something did this?”
Tyler shook his head, a grim frown on his face. “Nothing’s big enough to do this. You see those pointy hills, way out there?”
Like the others, I followed his finger with my gaze, noting the tall shadows of several hills far to the south, jutting out against the sky like arrow heads.
“They weren’t there last month.” He narrowed his eyes at them, as if he wasn’t sure the hills would start moving on their own. “Everything south of the ridge is shifting.”
*The tremors.*
I remembered how the lodge shook my first night at New Wilderness, the distance rumbling that no one else had paid any mind to. It hadn’t been thunder from passing storms. Like the plants and animals, even the very ground beneath Barron County was changing.
Jamie chewed her lower lip, and flexed tense fingers on the grip of her AK. “Since when did the Breach make the ground move?”
Tyler scratched at his chin, though I noticed his hand shake ever so slightly. “There’s an ancient fault line that runs right under Ohio. Been there before the country was founded. It’s never been all that active, but if I had to guess, I’d say all the electromagnetic stuff put out by the Breach is causing it to slip.”
Darren blinked at him. “You mean, like earthquake stuff?”
“More like continent-splitting stuff.” Throwing one last look at the southern abyss, Tyler spun on his heel to head for the truck. “Let’s head back. Sean needs to know about this.”
As I shuffled for the rear doors to the armored compartment, the toe of my shoe caught on a pothole, and I nearly face-planted in the muck. “Ah, for the love of . . .”
Brushing myself off, I turned to glare at the little pit in anger.
No, not a pothole.
A footprint.
A huge, rounded print, with four big claw marks at the top, pressed deep into the mud. More like it wandered in an ambling line to the trees on the left side of the road, right into a patch of broken, trampled underbrush. It was too big for a dog or cat, and something about it sent chills down my spine, a familiarity that rooted me in place.
*Not a wolf, not a mountain lion, definitely not a racoon . . .*
Something snapped in the briars across the road from me, and out into the beam of my headlamp tumbled a little ball of fur, no bigger than a backpack. It rolled to a stop a few feet away, and shook itself, only to look up and freeze upon spotting me.
It had two beady little black eyes, a stubby brown snout, and round ears atop its head. Four tiny paws bore stubby claws, and shaggy black fur covered the thing like a 1970’s carpet. Bulges under its skin formed plates all over its body like football pads, but I knew that these were made from bone, a natural defense added to these animals by the Breach.
The cub stared at me, then lunged back into brush with an alarmed whimper, like a child scared to go into a dark room.
From behind the wall of brush, a shadow rose, tall as a semi-truck on its hind legs. None of the others seemed to have noticed it yet, too close to the truck to hear the brush breaking over the rumble of the diesel, and Chris was looking out over the southern precipice.
Cold sweat beaded on my skin, my lungs tightened, and my brain fuzzed over with fear. The submachine gun hung useless by its strap on my shoulder, my pale hands too stiff with fear to move as Andrew’s warning crept through my memory.
*Nine-mil won’t do much against anything bigger than a horse.*
It had been years since I’d seen an animal like this one, and even then, it had been much smaller, rooting around in a trash can on the side of a road. This thing was easily four times the size, covered in bony plates of armor, and close enough that I could hear her snuffling at the air with her big black nose. Dirt and wood chips clogged the fur around her paws from where she’d been digging for grubs, and I could smell the musk from her fur on the wind. Her yellowed teeth glinted in the light of my headlamp, both dark eyes fixed on the strange creature before her who had frightened her cub.
“Bear.” I squeaked, unable to scream, and my heart slammed to a stop in my chest.
With a deafening roar, the huge mutated black bear stormed from the thorns, ripping a nearby sapling from the ground in rage as it charged me. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17413mp/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_10/ | scarystories | RandomAppalachian468 |
false | The Sunflower | In the spring I yawned and stretched, reaching towards the light that careened over my head, my tendrils green and tender. Giant elders towered over me, their large, soft petals rustling softly in the wind. My siblings laughed, pleasant whistles over leaves. Slowly, I came to know them. Their noises flocked into words, and blurred colors focused into visions. With my roots I drank in rain, with my leaves I took in light, with all of my being I began to see, touch, and feel.
As I grew I wondered. I looked through gaps in between the posts that encircled my nursery and wondered of the great Beyond, and imagined the touch of the stars and the moon. The elders with their weary eyes told me to stay inside, young and carefree. They toiled and labored to grow, as high as the sun, thousands of feet tall. I watched them bicker and sigh as they competed for space for our family. I vowed I would never grow up, for to be young was the best way to be. My siblings were all I needed. We swooped through the forests at night, playing games of tag and make-believe, for then, our roots were free, and nothing was impossible.
As summer came, the sunlight grew bright and strong, filling all of us with the feeling that time had stopped. The days were lazy and long, and we lay and lounged in the heat. My dearest friend and I vowed to stay this way forever. One day, while he was away, I wandered by myself through a nearby forest, and I heard a song from above, a voice strange and beautiful, and I yearned to go to it. But I moved and it disappeared, held captive in the throat of a vanishing blackbird, as it sang a most magical song.
Alone I would return again to visit the blackbird, as the others learned the ways of the world, of the rules that bind us together, and the rules that are taught so that we may eventually fend for ourselves. But I alone followed the blackbird and its mystical voice, into the dappled shade after school days had finished. I followed the bird into a spring that was the origin of all lyricism and lore. I bathed in its waters, as only a heart young and tender can, and I felt a deep magic well up inside me. I sang, and I wrote, and I felt such joyous tears spill down my cheeks.
My stalk grew long and lanky. Fuzz grew in strange places. The elders turned to me. Gone were the play days, for the time of responsibility had come. Gone was the time of dreams. My siblings and our friends– we had been princes, pirates, acrobats and circus animal trainers. One by one, these fantasies were weeded out of us. Reality was the new king.
In the morning I heeded the call of the elders. I stretched and grew and expanded. They congratulated me and said I was destined for glory. At night I could hear the echoes of the blackbird. It called to me, and I to it. “Take me!” I cried. “Take me with you.” The sun of youth had been freeing, and boundless. The dawn of adulthood was forbidding, and daunting, and its spotlight shone with a harsh white glare. The strings upon me pulled tight. I was a puppet in a play not my own. I danced a dance not mine, and I sang a song that was wheeling out of my control. I sang till my throat was numb.
On the trees, rubies peeped among the emeralds. My limbs evened out, puberty lagged behind. I married and had two sunflowers. I was the ruler of my domain. Sometimes a melody trilled, on cooling evenings when the wind blew through reddening trees, leaves of gold falling down upon the earth. I would listen, and remember the forgetting of a memory. Then the sun would come up, and I would toil for another day till dusk.
Around me sunflowers grow abundant, but I no longer know them. The children I played with are gone; my siblings have moved away, married, are busy. When will we see each other again? Sometimes I fancy we reunite, in a nursery where we were all pirates and fairies. My land is fertile, and my children are well fed. I yearn for a song I once called home. I yearn for a blackbird’s spring. They pass occasionally, flitting here and there in the sky, but they do not pay attention to me.
The fall continues. On to oak furniture, leather couches, a backyard for a garden of pomegranates and thyme, a shiny grill! On to investment, real estate, and retirement funds! I have never felt better, and soon I will live. I will see the world. I will write my book, and attend the orchestra of the blackbird. My children are the talk of the town. Someday they will share my success. There are only a few things left to do.
Oh golden-haired Calliope, sparkling Erato, dark-eyed Polyhymnia. Lovely are you all, as I gather for the day when I heed your calls. The auburn willow leaves fall like hair, and the lines under my eyes grow like bare branches on October trees. Elders droop and bend, encumbered by heavy seeds, ready to be harvested. I watch them fall. In dreams I see them around me, heads bent, old, and weary. One by one they turn their heads to me, a friend, a teacher, a warm smile, and then there is a black hole where there once was a face. The black hole grows larger and closer.
The silver touch of frost. Sunlight falls; moonlight walls me in. I stand on the edge of my plot of soil. For long have I grown and acquired and conquered. It is time to reach for my dreams. I tug and pull. A crackle of leaves. A stretch for the endless night sky. Heaven calls to me, and I answer. I shall return the call of the stars. I shall find the blackbird’s song. I open my voice and a dry whisper escapes. I pause. Where is the note that I once knew? I remember composing, as I mimicked the blackbird’s song. Running through the forest, poems coursing through my heart. I did it once, so I shall do it again. I stretch my finger towards God. In the twilight my leaves are wilted. Coarse yellow streaks through my stems. I pull my leaves down to examine. By God! What is this husk that stares at me from the pool of rainwater below?
I have time! I will see the ancient stones of Greece and India; I will see the halls of Ozymandias. I have eaten well, I have exercised, I have done everything right. As I open my mouth to sing, only sand falls from these dry lips. The farmer comes, his scythe raised high. Like a statue I crumble, as my tall stalk bends under the weight of heavy seeds, and the frost bleeds into my weakened roots. He has come to harvest. On my knees I see the shadow of a black hole, so large a void, and my last thought is of the sun.
| https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/174e53t/the_sunflower/ | scarystories | ladyandthepen |
false | Party Foul | The following story contains graphic descriptions of gun violence. Please be advised before reading further.
Recently, a buddy of mine told me the following story that took place at a party he went to. A good friend of his invited him to a party out at his place in the country. His friend lived in a mobile home with his mom, kind of out in the sticks a little ways. So in other words, the perfect place for a party!
When my buddy arrived, he noticed that quite a few people were already there. Some people were hanging out on the porch and others were inside, soaking up the rap music that was spilling out from the house. So, the atmosphere seemed to be pretty chill.
But, according to my buddy, later that night he noticed that his friend was starting to argue with his mom a lot. My buddy said that his friend's mom was kind of acting strange, even aside from her arguing with her son. As the night continued on, the situation between my buddy's friend and his mom seemed to get worse and worse. It was really aggravating the mom that her son kept trying to pull her aside and away from their guests to talk to her in private.
For a while after that, it seemed that things between the mom and her son had calmed down. So, the party continued as normal, with the guests enjoying the refreshments and such. But, litttle did they know, that things were about to take a turn for the worst.
Later on that night, things started to take that turn that I mentioned. At first, it was just the arguing between the son and his mom getting worse. But it was soon about to get downright terrifying. My buddy said that all of a sudden, his friend's mom came out onto the porch carrying a deer rifle and threatening to shoot herself with it!
That naturally caused my buddy's friend to immediately start pleading with his mom to put the rifle away, which only served to agitate her even more. The desperate argument went on for what seemed like at least 10 minutes and during that time, the other party guests had began to gather around outside, frightened by the situation quickly unfolding before them.
Suddenly, the whole situation turned downright terrifying. As the the son reached out to grab the rifle from his mom, the gun accidentally fired, shooting him in the head! My buddy told me that what he saw next he watched in what could only be described as "slow motion horror."
He watched as pieces of his friend's scalp with honey brown hair still attached to it, went flying into the night air. All fell completely silent while everyone there watched. Then, my buddy saw his friend's large, heavy body lean against the sagging old porch railing in an effort to stay up and conscious. Then, as my buddy and the other guests looked closer, they all realized in horror that they were able to see the gray matter of their friend's brain where his skull was now missing.
His mom broke the shocked silence as she began to scream and sob whilst dialing 911. She frantically screamed the address to the 911 operator as she attempted to comfort her severely injured son. She had to keep screaming at some of the guests to keep them from crowding in too much around her and her son as she was on the phone with 911, telling them what had just happened.
The paramedics arrived shortly thereafter and took the son away, along with his hysterical mom. Fortunately, my buddy's friend did survive the whole terrifying ordeal. The whole terrifying ordeal that had been brought on by the one person in the world who was supposed to protect him the most. My buddy's friend may have survived the incident, but my buddy can't speak to whether or not his friend's relationship with his mom survived as well. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14j10xu/party_foul/ | TrueScaryStories | So-nora |
false | Vr story | Me and my friend were chilling at his house in the basement just him and me. He was playing oculus while I was playing the Nintendo switch. I went upstairs to use the restroom and when I came back down my friend was pale as a ghost. I asked him what was wrong, and he told me that he was playing oculus and he heard the stairs that came from his garage squeaking. He ignored it but then he felt someone touch his shoulder. He thought it was me so he asked me if I was screwing with him. I wasn’t but the creepy thing was he didn’t hear the garage door open he just heard the stairs. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14iq2k3/vr_story/ | TrueScaryStories | Upstairs-Yak-301 |
false | sleep paralysis | Hey. I thought I'd share my recent experience with sleep paralysis. I've had it most of my life, but I rarely have episodes. It seems to be triggered by stress or not getting enough sleep. I guess sharing my glimmer man story here must have triggered my stress levels because I had a rather uncomfortable experience last night.
And it made me start thinking. I see some pretty scary stuff when I have episodes, but something else happens. I only know to call him "the comforting voice." It's a male voice that I've heard for years that tries to comfort me during these fits. He says my name and instructs me on what to do. Sometimes he tells me to be calm and to even run from the monsters I see. When he speaks, it's almost like he's simultaneously in my head but right next to my ear.
At the foot of my bed is one of those plastic storage units. It's rather long and contains some of my son's homeschooling supplies. The top has a box of flashcards and some science equipment.
I wake up in the middle of the night to see this creature sitting atop the storage unit. I can only describe it as a spider human. It wasn't fuzzy like a spider and had a human's head, but it had long limbs and extra limbs. I couldn't move. I couldn't even think. All I could do was stare at this creature. I don't remember him having a face. I heard the comforting voice in my ear telling me, "Run. You need to run." But of course, I can't. Finally, I snap out of it, and the creature is gone. I get up from bed and run into the living room. I stay there until I feel calm enough to sleep.
I manage to sleep for a few hours before I hear my comfort voice again. "Come on. Time to get up." He even calls me by a nickname that I don't like. This is pretty common. Outside of my sleep paralysis, he will wake me up some mornings, even if I don't need to wake up early that morning.
That has been part of my life for as long as I can remember. It's a soft male voice that sounds like no one I've ever known.
Has anyone ever had a voice like this that has stuck with them throughout the years? | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14inl3s/sleep_paralysis/ | TrueScaryStories | Unhappy_Research_227 |
false | The apartment me and my parents live in, is haunted Pt.1 | I am a 21 year old male, and I live with my parents. We live in low income housing and I can’t help but stress out that the apartment, the housing authorities put us in seems to be haunted. Back in 2020 when my brother use to live with us (let’s call him john for privacy reasons) during the summer I remember it clearly because on that day we were eating grilled food, I was showering and when I applied shampoo I heard like a painful groan as if that person that was groaning was suffering and since I had my eyes closed I ended up saying “john you didn’t scare me, do better next time” after a minute has passed I didn’t hear the door open or close so after I got done getting dressed I go to the living room and I tell my brother “dude you didn’t scare me with that groaning sound” and my brother ends up looking at me confused saying “what do you mean? I was here sitting on the couch with mom”. I turn to ask my mom to verify and she ends up saying that what he said was true. I will never forget this moment because after what had happened last year in 2022 it brought back this memory and I’m only barely putting this out because I just started to use this more frequently | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14ii3s9/the_apartment_me_and_my_parents_live_in_is/ | TrueScaryStories | Salty-Explanation233 |
false | Evelyn's dark secret. | Want to know what dark secrets this granny has? I'd say watch this scary video. I personally found it very realistic. link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CCYF-E0NHn8&t=21s | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14ings9/evelyns_dark_secret/ | TrueScaryStories | miguelkww |
false | The devil roams in Michoacán, Mexico on a horse | I was in 9th grade back when my parents took me to Mexico. I was genuinely excited but scared cause of how much crime there is, right when we got to Michoacán I noticed that where my grandma lives it’s by the end of the road in that village, and past the end of the road is nothing but hills, HUUUGE hills. I told my grandma whats past those hills and she would say that farmers would take their goats over there to eat the dead grass, fast forward to the night time when I was asleep I awoke so suddenly at 2:37 am and I was looking around to see what woke me up but I couldn’t find no possible answer as to why I was awake so I sat back down and I was scrolling on Facebook when I started to hear horse hooves stomping on concrete with chains being dragged on the concrete, I got back up and I listened closely and I heard the horse screaming as if it has been startled but I swear it sounded as if the horses scream was right in that room and I remember the horse was walking but it seemed as if it didn’t want to move away from our gate, it was as if it was targeting only my relatives house. After 5 mins go by I recall my mom saying “son go back to sleep it’s the devil”. The very next day I told my mom about what had happened last night and she said she heard it too but she knew it wasn’t a farmer since, they all have a strict code about being out on a certain time. I don’t believe it was a farmer because if it was I would’ve heard his heard of sheep as well
*edit: I forgot to include that this happened back in 2016 during December, it was on Christmas week. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14i0vtl/the_devil_roams_in_michoacán_mexico_on_a_horse/ | TrueScaryStories | Salty-Explanation233 |
false | Goosebumps || Ep.1 || The stalker || | It all started when she first got her job, Business was booming, everyone was happy. Hi, I’m your narrator for today, you can call me Jake, or dont, it’s weird.
Kate woke up one day, feeling particularly strange…not that she always was, no, this was different. She woke up before her alarm clock, and had to unplug it till she got back from work.
While, she was brushing her teeth, she felt that someone was watching her. Someone that was not in her home. She brushed it off since she forgot to take her pills her therapist had given her the other day. She would certainly take them today though,
She mixed it in her water and gulped it up. After that, she gathered her things and started her car. On her way to work, she entered her coffee shop to grab four coffees for her 8 hour time at work. “Ok, You can do this.” She told herself. She started her car and drove off.
After clocking in, She Began work. On her work to-do list it said that she had to write two essays on work management and how she felt about Online working. And then After that she would have to Script a new advertisement for her company. She hated her job, but it was the only way to provide for her daughter, who would be coming back home after this weekend. After 2 hours of working, Her Manager came into the office. “Hey, Do you mind Signing these?” He said. “Yes I do.” She replied. “Hey, If you wanna be such a bitch you can hand me your resignation papers.” He said. “Mr.Smith, I do not care what you have to say. You know my current situation.” Said Kate. “Well, It’s not my fucking fault what happened to you, is it?” Asked Mr.Smith. Kate stayed quiet. Mr.Smith chuckled with victory and left. Kate flashed the middle finger after him.
After finishing her shift, She was not in a hurry to clock out and drive away. When she got home, she immediately started arranging Katherine’s bedroom and setting up presents. Katherine’s birthday was this week on wednesday. And kate tended to forget things. Jake would have to come to the party though. After finishing decorating the house for katherines arrival. She set to bed.
At Around 4am, There was a knock on her window. She stood up and looked out the window. She saw a shadowy figure with its fist pounding the glass slowly. It seemed to be breathing slowly and heavily. Kate screamed and leaped out of bed. She found her phone and called the cops while keeping an eye on the window. She then reached the bottom drawer for a gun. She found it and held it to the figure. The figure climbed down and kate started to calm down. Then there was a thud, Then the figure climbed back up. “What the fuck?!” Kate screamed as the figure was then carrying a hammer from her shed. They began using it to bang against the window. Cracking it intentionally. Kate slowly backed away to the bathroom door, but before she could even reach the door, The glass cracked open and there were footsteps, quickly getting closer and closer. Kate screamed and ran for the door, shutting it just in time to hear a loud thud, being the persons body intentionly slamming against the door in disappointment.Kate cried and began to talk to the police, willing to give them all the information needed. The person tried using the hammer but it did no damage to the door, just a few dents. Kate screamed for it to leave her alone and she continued to cry. The person stopped banging the door, and it’s footsteps indicated it left. Kate waited about an hour and then peeked out the door, it was quiet.
The next morning, the police arrived and announced that on their way, they found the intruder and arrested him. “We’ll update you later, best of luck.” Said the officer before leaving. Kate apologized to katherine, and the dad refused to take katherine in again, saying it was too much of a responsibility. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14i89n9/goosebumps_ep1_the_stalker/ | TrueScaryStories | Emerald_writer |
false | Screaming of a mad man | nah bro but the one in 20:50 on a special edd scary youtube short video there was a man hearing a scream so he recorded it i experienced the same exact thing at night it was when i was 11 i think and it was me my mum and my sisters 2 friends it was like 1 or 2 am and they were to scared to go alone so my mum went and i ofcourse went with her since i would get scared by myself(i still do i have a fear of being alone) and the same exact scream a little higher pitched was there i was scared everyone was scared and my mum was praying am 13 nearly 14 and thats still the scariest thing in my life man.. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14i7l7g/screaming_of_a_mad_man/ | TrueScaryStories | CandidComparison7927 |
false | Someone was there | So about a year ago I was home alone after school, My mom was at work wich was luckily close by. So my Dog and I were sitting in my room wich is downstairs. I was petting her when I suddenly heard a noise wich was like food steps. I didn’t thought much of it though since my dog has a bouncy ball wich sounds similar. Then I thought about how the ball could have moved since nobody was home expect me and my dog and we were both sitting in my room. So I went upstairs to check, her ball was sitting in a corner right where I left it.
Then i went back downstairs to my dog. I was a little uneasy and she seamed nervous too. Then, after a few minutes, I heart it again this time two floors above my room. That was when my dog started looking around and barking. I was starting to get really scared so I went there to check, with my dog this time. Nothing visible, but my dog started barking like crazy up the stairs. She was backing up and continued barking and growling at what seemed like nothing.
The foodstep noice was there again, in what seemed to be my parents bedroom. I quickly put a leash on her collar, took my phone and the housekeys wich was difficult because my hands were shaking like crazy.
I didn’t see anyone but the noise and my dogs reaction made it feel so real that I started sobbing and then crying uncontrollably.
When i was outside, i called my mom and she came home from work wich only took about 5 minutes. She calmed me down and checked the house. No one, we do live in a old and big house and all windows and doors were pretty old too. We never did anything else about it, but even thinking about it now gives me the chills to this day. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14heuq9/someone_was_there/ | TrueScaryStories | sallixxsa |
false | Creeper | In elementary school my mom used to let me walk to school. The walk was about a minute I lived right across the street from my school. I didn’t walk alone of course I had my friends walking with me. One morning though everything changed. My friend and I were walking when I spotted a car that looked just like my sisters (I am 10 years younger than her so I was about 11 when this happened so she was 21ish) I walked up to the car waving with a huge smile on my face. When I saw who was in the car I was in for a bigger surprise. It was a man smiling creepily back at me. He rolled down his window “ Oh, Hi little girl, Do I know you?” I shook my head no my cheeks were starting to flush because I was embarrassed for waving at the wrong car. I started to walk away when he asked “you kids go to school here?” My friend stop in her tracks and looked back and said “yes, of course we do.” I looked at her with panic eyes. I knew better than to tell him we went to school here. He began to unbuckle his seat beat and he reached in the back of the car. He pulled something out from a bag in his back seat and put it in the front. I didn’t know what he pulled out of the bag and I don’t want to know. He asked what our names were and how old we were, at this point I looked at my friend and shook my head. Luckily a car pulled up and the women inside rolled down her window and said “Is everything alright here?” The man looked me dead in the face and said “Yes, just chatting with my niece.” I looked at the lady and told her that I didn’t know this man. The man took of in the other direction and the lady told us she worked at our elementary school and she was going to let us walk across the cross walk to get there and she was going to make sure that man didn’t come back. She waited until we were inside. That women probably saved my friend and my life. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14gjh9k/creeper/ | TrueScaryStories | aghrlegy_ |
false | The Old Farmhouse | TW: animal sacrifice
TL/DR: Spooky farmhouse, bad rituals?, animal sacrifice?!
Apologies, for this is long. My dad and I flip houses for a living. We do everything, so house renovations can take anywhere from a couple of months, to a year & up. Here is what happened to us in a 100 + year old farmhouse in Northwest NJ, USA about 3 years ago.
This old farmhouse was beautiful, but extremely run down. It had sat vacant prior to our purchasing it for 15 years. Also, there was evidence squatters had been there at one point. The house had good “bones” as they say, so it wasn’t worth it to tear it down & start from scratch. The first part of our job is the cleanup & demo. I’ve noticed that every house has its own vibe & energy. However, this old farmhouse was different. It was 4 floors (including basement & attic). Anytime you were downstairs on the main floor, (kitchen, living room & office) it felt fine, normal even. When, you went upstairs it was different. There was a heaviness up there. I would announce every time I came in the house, “Hey, it’s just me, is it cool if I come up to do such& such?”. I also would announce myself anytime I came into the house downstairs with a ,”Hey, how ya doing today?”. My dad would look at me like I was crazy because I NEVER did this anywhere else, ever. Idk why I did it here, I just felt the need to. Like a deep itch in my brain, pleading me to say it, so I did. Each & every time.
Within the first few days of the clean out & demo my dad found something disturbing. In the master bedroom upstairs, there was a small closet with a light in it. Hanging on the inside of the closet door on a coat hook, was a bloody dog collar. There were weird symbols spray painted only in this closet. Something looked like it had been burned in a pile on the floor of the closet. I refused to touch it & got extremely upset at the sight of the dog collar. Furious even. Wtf would do something to a poor animal like this?!!! I was so bothered my dad told me to go home for the day& I did. Ugh, makes me sick thinking about the sick fucks who did whatever to have something like that there. My dad & other coworker cleaned it out. Also, the light in that closet we never got to work. We do minor electrical repairs & couldn’t figure it out. Had a master electrician come, they couldn’t get it to work either. New light fixture, new wiring, new everything & nothing worked.
When we had finished cleaning out the living quarters we decided to work on the attic & basement. Basement was ok, honestly the bottom half of the house, (basement & 2nd floor/kitchen,office& living room) felt fine, neutral even. The attic was terrible. I could not bring myself to go up there, not once. To not be an asshole, I worked on the other floors of the house. My dad understood without me even having to explain, which speaks volumes because he is real skeptical. One day, I had to hold the flashlight for my dad while he was in the attic. I stood on the stairs with only my head and upper torso sticking into the attic space. The lights never would work up there either. This attic had one of those pull down from the ceiling/foldable ladders. It was located in the hallway between the master bedroom, second bedroom & only bathroom. The second we opened it a rank ass smell hit us hard in the face. Death. For sure, something must of died up here we thought?! There were those large, black flies that seem to swarm to rot & death EVERYWHERE. To say it was an infestation of flies is an understatement. I stood on the ladder, almost falling multiple times from ferociously swatting these demon bugs away. My dad looked everywhere for the cause of the flies, for days & couldn’t find anything. Before we sold the house, we finally got the flies to go away (this was after months of trying btw). However, when the new owner chose to rent the house out, the flies kept coming back. To this day, almost 3 years later, exterminators/pest control have been called & the flies still come back.
The master bedroom had something else happen after the closet was cleaned up. I talked my dad into burying the dog collar btw. There were 4 windows in the master. Two windows on the north wall & two on the west. The north wall windows one day suddenly had two bats on them. They were somehow wedged between the glass and the screen of this old window. We needed to replace all the windows, so we tried everything to free the bats without hurting them. We worked during the day, so bats being nocturnal we figured it explained why they never moved during the day. When we would come the next day, they seemed to have moved overnight so we knew that they were alive. These poor bats had me seriously fretting. Any dead bugs I found during the cleanup, I would put into this window sill, hoping they would eat. I know that’s weird, but idc I’m a die hard animal lover. It appeared they were stuck& it was killing me to see them like that. It made no logical sense how they got in there either. Also, it was early summer so they weren’t hibernating either. My dad & I decided to get a ladder and try from the outside of the house. He finally got it so that the bats could undoubtedly get out. The bats never moved from that window screen for weeks. Then one day, they were gone. I thought for a long time my dad had discovered they were dead & disposed of them as to not upset me. He promises he didn’t do this & that after weeks of them moving barely inches they had indeed left of their own volition.
We finished the house & sold the house. The new owner rented it out to tenants. Tenants would move in, stay for a month or two, then break their leases& move out. This has happened 4 times since we finished. After each move out, we were contracted to come and do a fresh coat of paint, deep clean, patch up a hole or any other fix needed. The feeling in the house never changed.
Also, wanted to add that we told the new owner about all the weirdness prior to them purchasing. My dad is a skeptical guy & has no explanation for any of this stuff. My dad also now announces himself anytime we go into the house. We met every tenant that lived there at some point in their rental time. They all seemed like normal people & not the type to just break their leases for no reason. I feel like the house needs a cleansing or idk something!? To whoever did that poor dog and house dirty, may you reap what you sow. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14gax1m/the_old_farmhouse/ | TrueScaryStories | Bookeyboo369 |
false | The black suit | null | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14gek93/the_black_suit/ | TrueScaryStories | Sea_House_6476 |
false | 2 weird childhood memories | 1. when i was around 6 or 7 years old i distinctly remember hearing a knock on the door and opening it, there was a policeman who said he was fingerprinting people in the neighbourhood and he presented me with a fingerprint pad and paper for me to put my fingerprints on it. Being a naïve kid I obliged. After he got my thumb prints he simply said thankyou and walked back down the driveway.
2. Around the same time as the other incident, around Easter, one night i woke up and saw what i thought at the time was the 'easter bunny' staring at me from the doorway of my bedroom, it may have been a dream or a person in an easter bunny suit. Gives me the chills just thinking about it. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14fyxla/2_weird_childhood_memories/ | TrueScaryStories | anony_moususer_888 |
false | Did I just witness a sex trafficking crime on Omegle? | This happened years ago back when I was in junior high.
Omegle was at its peak in our school back then and I heard a lot of stories of scary pranks and naughty adventures there.
For those who aren’t aware, Omegle is a video chatting platform where you’ll be able to meet a lot of strangers all around the globe.
One night, I was bored so I decided to go on Omegle hoping I could be lucky.
Most are just old white men pushing their luck but then I came across a woman in lingerie. Her face was covered by a white mask.
Waiting for her to do something, I stayed to watch until a big stocky man could be seen from the background.
The man had no shirt on and was caressing the woman. From that moment, I knew that something fishy was going on. Either this is a prank or a setup for some kinky thing.
The man then tied up the woman on the chair and resumed caressing her. This time all over her body.
After a few seconds of this, the woman began squirming, seemingly trying to untie herself. The man then proceeded to remove the woman’s mask and revealed a battered face.
She had bruises on her eyes and cheeks and it looked like her whole face was swollen.
This must be a prank then, I thought. But the fear on her face looked real. She was already crying. I was about to press skip because I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of pranking me but before I did, the man grabbed a rope and tied it on the woman’s neck.
The woman started shaking now, more violent this time. What haunts me to this day is the woman’s face as it turned all red and the veins on her forehead started showing.
That’s when I knew, to some degree, she was really suffocating. I couldn’t watch any longer so I finally pressed skip.
I’m not sure if this is actually just a prank or some kinky stuff. Maybe they even uploaded my scared little face and uploaded it for views, I dunno.
Has anyone here experienced something similar? Or better yet, has anyone seen a prank video like this? Part of me wants to be reassured that it was just a prank.
[Original post here](https://www.toodat.com/community/post/5wNJAPdR8zaGyOXp) | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14fy7hd/did_i_just_witness_a_sex_trafficking_crime_on/ | TrueScaryStories | wigglyneko |
false | What could have happened? | Now this is something i look back on every now and again and it sends chills down my spine. Now to set the scene i was around 7-8 years old at the time sat on the floor in the family living room watching Return of the Jedi. I lived with just my mother in a small two bedroom house on a terraced street. Our garden was fenced off and full of many large plants as i can remember that meant you couldn't see down to the end of it, however we had a gate at the end that would lead to an alley way round the back of the houses.
At this very moment my mother was upstairs having a bath safe in the thought that i was kept captived by the film on at the time. being a grotty young child i remember at this moment having my foot in my mouth chewing on my toenails when i hear a noise behind me. As i quickly turn round i see a large burly looking man frozen in place coming through our sliding glass doors that lead into the garden, with one foot on the carpet on a position as if he was just about to fully make his way inside. At this monent he says "oh sorry, just uh looking around." i do remember he sounded nervous as he felt around the frame of the door and quickly turned around and left.
For some reason in that moment i didn't think much of it and continued watching my film until my mother came down and noticed the large muddy footprint by the door frame. I told her what i saw and she went into a panic understandably. The rest of the day i can't remember as this was like twenty years ago other than not being able to sleep that night fearing he would return.
I hope that this guy was just a stupid burglar hoping to steal a couple of things and run off but at the same time if i hadn't turned around what could have happened? | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14fxn8t/what_could_have_happened/ | TrueScaryStories | ZonkedCabbage |
false | Night Shift Attack | Many years ago I used to work night shift at a hotel in Myrtle Beach, SC. During the season it wasn't so bad mostly families and stuff. We had on site security then too. However in the off season the winter months was different. The cheap weekly rates we'd offer attracted a lot of creepy people. The idea was supposed to be to make money in the off season by renting to what is known as snow birds. Older retired people who came to the beach for a month or more through the winter. It did not always work out that way though. The cheap rates made itpossible for a less than desirable element to become long term residents. I've discovered more than my fair share of meth labs, broken up physical assaults, and more during the winter months. Working third shift I would meet some interesting people. The cold weather would mean some homeless people would come in and get warm and grab a cup of free coffee. I wasn't supposed to let them, but it's not in me to be cruel. I would let them grab a coffee and get warm for a minute as long as they didn't cause trouble. As you can see night shift in the winter made for some crazy and sometimes creepy stories. I have a lot, but this one is one that stands out, because it didn't end well for me. I had a great night up to this point. I had gone to a indie wrestling show with my best friend before work. In fact I had agreed to come in an hour early the next night for the young lady that worked 2nd shift in exchange for her working an hour late for me on this night, so I could enjoy the wrestling show. Ironically enough I met Terry Funk that night a wrestling legend known for his hard-core and bloody matches. Little did I know I was about to experience this kind of violence for real. I was supposed to be there at midnight due to her working over an hour for me. I normally came in at 11pm. I counted the register and she briefed me on her shift as too what had happened as per usual. As she was leaving my friend we will call him Andrew pulled up. He worked 2nd shift maintenence at this hotel and the other 2 hotels our company owned. He would regularly stop by after work and go grab us some food and we would play World of Warcraft on our lap tops after eating for a while since business was so slow. He was just getting my money and order for food and getting ready to leave. I was excited telling him about how much fun I had at the wrestling show and was showing him my Terry Funk t-shirt I was so proud of. I was just walking into the back office to put the shirt up, when I heard the door bell indicating a customer had entered. It is true what they say ask not for whom the bell tolls. It tolls for thee. I had turned around when I heard someone say something loudly but I still couldn't make out what they had said. I had just reached the door way when I saw Andrew just fall down in front of me. The next thing I know a guy walks around the corner and punches me in the head with a short steel pipe in his hand. It staggered me and I went to one knee. The next thing I know he hits me in the head with the pipe. The next thing I know I hear the other guy who I hadn't noticed to this moment say he got away and got a cop. They left out the door. I was finally able to get to my feet. I tried to call the police from the phone in the back office, but it was having issues. I slammed it in frustration. I was hurting and scared. I was really freaking out. I realized that they could come back so I ran locked the door. I didn't know where Andrew had gone and that worried me. I called 911 about this time, blood had started pouring down my head. I told the operator I had been attacked and needed an officer and ambulance. I then called the other hotel we ran to let the night manager named Travis who was over all 3 properties what had happened. He thought I was messing with him at first, because when we got bored we would prank each other. I finally convinced him I was not joking. He was going to lock up and come down. The cops and ambulance pulled up and I opened the door. It was at this time I found out after they suckered punched him and knocked him down Andrew was able to amazingly jump over the desk and escape just as a cop was driving buy which he ran to flag down for help. I ended up in the hospital ER where I had to have 10 staples in my scalp and they gave me morphine for pain. I had no way to get home after being treated, but the Doctor and nurses took pity on me and paid for a cab. My plan was to go back to work, because this was December and Christmas was coming. I had 3 kids and needed all the hours could get. When I got back to the hotel the it guy Ted was there with his wife Barbara who also worked at the front desk. She was shocked to see me. She thought I would still be in the hospital. I thought I had only been hit in the head once after being punched the video which Ted was pulling for the police showed a different story. After I went to one knee the guy had hit be not just one time, but 10 total times. I kept trying to grab the pipe and get up for some reason. I do not remember that I guess I was out on my feet. He kept punching me and hitting me with the pipe. Till his friend tells him Andrew got away and then got the cops. The two of them then run out. I was given a room at the other hotel we own and Ted and Barbara gave me a lift there as I was in no condition to drive due to the morphine. They also gave me a paid week off to heal. They switched me over to the other hotel on night shift for a month just in case they were after me in particular. We never found out why they chose to attack me. The police thought it might be a failed strong arm robbery, due to Andrew getting away and me not just going down. It shook me up though not knowing. Even though I was at our other hotel when I came back to work night shift I was still nervous. Every time the door chimed I tensed up. I couldn't afford to quit though as I said I had 3 kids I was supporting. They never caught the guys as far as I know. A detective stopped by about 2 months later when I was working 2nd. He showed me several mug shots and asked me if any of them looked familiar. I never got a great look at them as it all happened so fast. I had seen the video which wasn't the best quality. Even so 2 of them looked very familiar like them. I pointed them out and he asked me how sure I was I told him honestly like 85 percent. He then yelled and asked me if I wanted someone to go to jail for attempted murder on 85 percent. I was stunned into silence. I was the victim. I was attacked for no reason and he is yelling at me like it's my fault I was to busy being attacked to get a good look at them. I no longer work at a hotel and night shift and I am glad, because it is just too dangerous in this area. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14fnspe/night_shift_attack/ | TrueScaryStories | geekdadnsc |
false | The Woman in Blue | I saw this spirit when I was in 4th Grade. My three cousins had come over to our house for dinner. It was dark outside. Our dining room table sat next to 4 5’ tall windows that looked out at the street in front of our house. I remember my cousin telling a joke to everyone at the table and as I through my head back to laugh I rolled my eyes over to the window. Across the street from us in a patch of gravel in front of my neighbor’s yard I saw a clear as day apparition of a woman. She had long blonde hair, she was wearing a blue dress, and she was holding a candle out in front of her with both hands. It seemed like the candle itself wasnt giving off any light, instead her whole form was radiating in a golden glow. I watched her glide along the ground for about 20 feet and then she dissipated into thin air right in front of my eyes.
Its now nearly 14 years later and even though I was very young I can still recall this memory like it was yesterday. I remember what I was wearing, I remember what we were eating for dinner, and I remember the joke that my cousin told me. I dont know if this woman was a lost spirit or some sort of angel, but to this day she made me a believer. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14ftm3l/the_woman_in_blue/ | TrueScaryStories | Jan879 |
false | Strange Occurrence last night at 1am | for reference iam a 26 yo male in Australia, and this happened last night, my eyes shot open at 1am and i heard a man say "not here" in a European accent from what sounded like near my window, and then heard the back gauze door being shaken, as if someone was attempting to enter the house unlawfully, iam still shaken up by this, as don't know if it was real or just a strange sleep paralysis experience. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14fxgcv/strange_occurrence_last_night_at_1am/ | TrueScaryStories | anony_moususer_888 |
false | The Knocking | This happened about 7 years ago I was 13 years old at the time and I was sleeping over my best friends house. We spent the night gossiping about boys and all that shit. We ended up going to bed around 12 but I couldn’t fall asleep. Around 2am I drifted off to sleep. At 3am I heard a loud bang and I shot straight up on the couch. My friend looked over at me and said “you heard that too, right?”. I nodded and tried to calm myself down, her mom came out of her bedroom and checked in on us. She thought one of us had fallen over or banged into something. When she saw us in bed and could see that we were woken up from the noise she hurried to the front door. My friend and I looked at eachother scared shitless. Her mom came back up the stairs and said something must have fallen somewhere else in the house. So we all went back to sleep, about 20 minutes later we heard Three loud knocks as clear as day on the closet door in her bedroom. We jolted up right in bed and stared in horror at the black abyss in the closet. Her mom came running in and turned on the light, we pointed to the closet and she turned the light on in the closet and said there’s nothing in there. As she was walking out of the closet though she started to scream. She said it felt as though something had scratched her and sure enough there were 3 nail marks on her skin right down her back. My friend and I started to cry and her mom decided it was best I went home. I will never forget the sound of that knock and my friend moved out of that house shortly after. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14fpin5/the_knocking/ | TrueScaryStories | aghrlegy_ |
false | Voice impersonation of my mom | I remember I was once in my house playing Xbox and I heard my mom call my name and I said what and she didn’t say anything and then I ignored it and I heard her say my name again and I said what a bit more aggressive and she didn’t say anything but something in her voice didn’t sound right I heard some kind of monotone sound behind her voice and her saying my name sounded the same like it was playing an audio recording on loop and I was about to leave my room and I realized my mom wasn’t home she was all the way in Belair cause I saw her car wasn’t in the driveway and I got scared and I didn’t come out of my room and stayed there until my mom came back a few hours later and when I told her she said “son if you ever hear anybody’s voice that sounds familiar but your home alone don’t follow the voice it’s a trick from a demon” | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14figtf/voice_impersonation_of_my_mom/ | TrueScaryStories | Sergio_carballo1018 |
false | The people in my attic | null | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14fv1jb/the_people_in_my_attic/ | TrueScaryStories | Sea_House_6476 |
false | The Dark Entity |
Background: I forget how old I was when this happened. Maybe like 19? It doesn't really matter. I've been friends with u/jaimedreamsx for a long time, so this story is in conjunction with her Mirror story. I'm Leah from the story she shared. (Back when she shared it, she wasn't sure if I'd be comfortable enough to have my name in it or not, hence the change.)
Anyway, I was hanging out with Jaime, Britney, and uh... Let's call her Muriel. We had spent the day together and decided to wrap it up with going to see a movie in theaters. Just as the movie was ending, Jaime got a call from her mom and the poor woman sounded extremely spooked. She said something was in her house but that she and Jaime's sister didn't know what it was. She asked us all to come over, so we left the theater and rushed over to her house.
When we got there, I could sense something was just... *off*, and apparently I wasn't the only one because Jaime, Britney, and Muriel unanimously agreed that they didn't like the atmosphere in the house, either.
Jaime's mother told us that she and Jaime's sister, we'll call her Ariel, were just hanging out in the master bedroom and watching some television when suddenly the family dog, Sammy, started barking seemingly at nothing. They tried to calm him down, but he kept staring at the same spot on the wall where the bedroom door and bathroom section connected. At first, they couldn't see anything, but as they watched, Sammy got out of their grip and ran over to the wall, still barking and now growling, too. As he did, a shadow suddenly revealed itself and glided up the wall and into the bathroom where a curtain that had been secured down suddenly shot up with a bang, followed by a whirring sound, before going silent. That's when they hurried downstairs and her mom called us. They didn't want to be alone there, and we didn't blame them.
At a loss for what else to do, we all gathered in a circle and started praying. Jaime's mom told us all not to open our eyes until we were all done, but I glanced up because I was curious and to this day, I wish that I hadn't...
There, in the corner of the living room where we were at, I saw a figure standing there. It was blacker than black, like a solid mass that the light couldn't pierce. It was staring right at me. Scared out of my wits, I immediately closed my eyes and started praying harder and just like that, the air in the room cleared up, like the heaviness had been sucked out of it and everyone, including myself, felt lighter. We thought that was the last of it so we all went out to the front porch to talk and joke around, to try to take the edge off and process, you know?
Everything was fine for a few minutes when out of nowhere, Sammy started barking like crazy and running down the driveway. I saw the same black figure sort of flying or floating or something down the driveway as Sammy tore after it, and then it just sort of shot up and disappeared.
Sammy stopped barking as soon as it was gone and trotted back over to us, tongue lolling, tail wagging, as if nothing had happened.
I'm not sure what it was or what happened to it, but to this day, the memory of that thing, whatever it was, lurks in the corner of my mind. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14f31rz/the_dark_entity/ | TrueScaryStories | nikki4worldpresident |
false | He bumped his hand on the counter in a way that nearly killed him | one time i went to the convenience store. the cashier was a young male. i noticed his arm was in a sling. i had my arm in a sling before from a shoulder dislocation, so i thought it was probably because of that...
i said to him, "did you dislocate your shoulder?"
he said "no, i bumped my hand on the counter a weird way and i hit a nerve that goes from my hand to my heart and collapsed and nearly died"
i guess he kind of had a heart attack but i don't know. i just know it was similar to when you hit your funny bone, except he ended up in critical condition | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14f14r1/he_bumped_his_hand_on_the_counter_in_a_way_that/ | TrueScaryStories | anonymous62022 |
false | My encounter with a glimmer man | I have an outside entertainment system that I use a lot during the summer. It's a large projection screen and some outdoor furniture. We use a projector to watch movies late into the night during the summer.
My 15-year-old son and I were out there watching a movie one night. It was around 2 or 3 in the morning. Suddenly I hear a clicking noise. It sounds like electricity clicking on and off. It also sounded a bit like the snapping of a fire. I live on a farm with miles of acreage, so I started to get worried that a freak fire had started. I paused our movie and listened. My son quickly whispered, "I hear it too." I always bring a flashlight out there with us. I picked it up. It's a Roybi shop flashlight, so it's very bright. I shinned it out into the open field behind us. I couldn't see anything, but I could still hear the noise.
Suddenly I froze. I was shining the flashlight out onto the field, but I wasn't. Like the beam of light stopped maybe 10 feet away from me. It was like the light was reflecting back at me like it had hit something I couldn't see. I moved the flashlight to the side, and the beam spread out over the ground like it should have. My son, who is afraid of nothing, started to panic. And that scared me. I mean, this kid isn't afraid of anything. He loves True Crime/Missing People docs/horror movies etc, and never has nightmares because of them. He's never been afraid of the dark or anything like that. So the fact that he was scared meant there was something to be afraid of.
He suddenly says, "It's a glimmer man. Mom, we have to get out of here now. "I had no idea what he was talking about. I 'm into the supernatural, but I hadn't heard of that one. I escorted him back into the house and then went out to collect our projector and other items we left out there. I couldn't leave that stuff out there. The noise had stopped by the time I got back out there, so I wasn't as afraid. Once I collected everything, I decided to take another look. I needed to make sure a fire hadn't started. I shined the flashlight around, and suddenly, the beam was blocked and then unblocked. It was like something had run through the beam of light. I was really scared by that point, so I ran into the house. Later I looked up accounts of the glimmer man, and it seems like what I "saw." | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14evk36/my_encounter_with_a_glimmer_man/ | TrueScaryStories | Unhappy_Research_227 |
false | My Abuela's encounter with La Llorona | This is my grandmothers story. She is from Puebla. It will be from her perspective.
When I was a young girl, around 8 or 9, my mother always asked me to get water from the river outside. I didn't like it but I listened to my mother and always did it. One night, it was very dark outside so I begged my mother not to make me do it but we were low on water and we had to prepare for a party. I walked outside and as I was getting water I heard a woman crying. I looked to my right and saw the back of this woman holding her hands in her face sobbing. I felt bad for her so I put my bucket down and went up to her and said " Senora? Estas Bien?" She stopped and turned around and moved her hands from her face and gestured her hand to come towards her with the other still covering her face. I stepped forward and she moved her hand to reveal eyes with not pupil, and a pale white face with yellow teeth. She screamed at me and I ran, grabbing my bucket. I woke up the next morning thinking it was a nightmare and went to the kitchen. My mother was in there and no one else so I assumed they were asleep. She turned to me and saw how scared I looked. She bent down and gave me a hug and whispered in my ear "I saw her too". From then on only my brothers got the water from outside. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14ejy7r/my_abuelas_encounter_with_la_llorona/ | TrueScaryStories | Glad_Lingonberry_722 |
false | [FICTION] Postal Sam | Postal Sam. That's the name that we gave to Sam Ellworth, the mail delivery man that lived down the street.
7th grade was a year I can look back on as an adult and say, "This was the worst year of my childhood". Without a shred of doubt. Among the teasing, flat out bullying, petty friend circle drama and bad teachers, there was Postal Sam.
When me and my neighborhood friends started noticing the weird, twitchy, scruffy looking mail delivery guy with the bizzare sense of humor, we came up with a nickname for him. He had already introduced himself as Sam to the neighborhood while out on his delivery expeditions numerous times, so we knew that much about him. His mannerisms, sense of humor, appearance and his name.
So we called him Postal Sam.
Daniel, a friend of mine, came up with the name. He had heard the phrase "Going Postal" several times, and he knew what it meant. Not where it came from, but what it's meaning was. He had said that the name worked because he was a postal delivery guy, and he always looked like he was about to go Postal. We acknowledged this, and from then on Samuel Ellworth was now Postal Sam. The psycho delivery guy.
My small group of neighborhood friends soon began spreading the rather mundane word about Postal Sam. Well, they must have made it not so mundane, because it spread like wildfire. And like wildfire melts things, the truth slowly melted into this mutated, freakish thing that people gasped and gawked at.
Postal Sam was a local legend.
"Have you heard that Postal Sam killed 3 dogs ? They say he eats them raw," a girl would say.
"Postal Sam scratched six tallies into his hooked hammer. One for each member of his family," a boy would tell his friend, obviously trying to scare them.
Postal Sam didn't really exist. But to our little sleepy town of Greenfield, he was real. And that's all that really mattered.
Greenfield is a small town, so of course it didn't take too long for someone to find Sam's house. In large, red letters they had spray painted the word 'POSTAL' across his street facing windows. The letters drooped down sadly, and looking at it, the vandalism felt ingenuine and forced. It was a strange feeling.
After that one case of graffiti, the trailblazer who decided that it was okay to vandalise people's property set a trend. Soon, deflated chip bags, empty soda bottles, and even a used condom lay on his lawn, haphazardly strewn about the uneven grass.
Every chance a kid with half a brain and a little peer pressure had, they would piss on his lawn, or knock on his door and run away like their life depended on it. And maybe they thought it really did. After all, it was dog eating, familicide commiting, Postal Sam in there.
Shortly after someone threw a rock through his window, I got the letter. It was left in the mailbox just outside my house, in a red envelope.
As I unwrapped it, I was confused. No one ever sent me mail, and it was really strange to get a letter. In the red envelope there was a folded note addressed to me.
"Dear Matt,
I'd like to make this note to let you know I like all the gifts your friends have left me. Let them know that they should keep their dogs locked up and safe at night. They wouldn't want anything to happen to their beloved mutts, would they ?
Sincerely, P.S."
As my heart began racing, so did my mind. Was I in danger ?Was this just a joke being played by one of my friends ? I rationalized that it probably was, and I shouldn't let them get the best of me. If I came to them worried and scared, they'd all laugh at me and tell me I'm stupid and gullible. So I kept it to myself.
I was still wondering what 'Sincerely, P.S' meant, and it confused me. Why would they add that at the end ?
Postal Sam's property was deteriorating slowly as the days passed on, and the stories were being shared more.
Someone had smashed his mailbox, spray painted 'FUCK' on his door, and keyed the dark green Chevrolet Cavalier that had already been in a couple accidents out front his house. Now, when I saw Sam delivering mail, he did it quickly, and he wasn't trying to engage in awkward conversation with pedestrians anymore. It saddened me a little, and I felt bad for him. He didn't really deserve what he was getting, right ?
He wasn't really a crazy psycho with evil intent, right ?
I decided that Sam wasn't deserving of the hatred Greenfield hurled at him. So, I came to a conclusion to set my mind at ease. I did feel guilt, and I knew that I was partially responsible for this. So I wrote Sam a letter.
On a white piece of paper I had in my desk, I scrawled a letter that I hoped he'd like.
"Dear Sam,
I'm sorry about what the kids are doing to you. I know you aren't so bad. You haven't even done anything to them, and they still wreck your house. I really hope you read this Sam, because not everyone thinks you're bad.
-Matt"
I slowly walked past the remains of the mailbox Sam was yet to pick up, and tiptoed up the steps. I carefully placed it on the porch, and set a small stone on top of the envelope to keep it from blowing away. I walked away from there faster than I should have, I guess habits are hard to shake.
For the next 3 days, I checked the mailbox after school for a response. On the third day, a Friday, I got one. A little red envelope sat neatly in the mailbox, causing me a mix of emotions. On one hand, I thought maybe he wouldn't be able to forgive me. On the other, I thought I might have made him feel better. I snatched the envelope and ran inside with it. I went upstairs to my room, closing the door behind me. I ripped it open, setting the white letter inside down on my desk.
I read it over a few times, to make sure I didn't miss a thing.
"Dear Matt,
I'm glad I have a friend in all of this. You're not like the others, are you ? I apologize sincerely for the threatening letter I left you. I just didn't know that you had a conscience. Your brat friends clearly do not.
Sincerely, Sam."
I felt relieved, and slightly surprised that it really was Sam that left me that letter. Well, if he thought I had done what the rest of the kids had done, maybe he had reason to try and scare me. If I were him, I would hate the kids with a passion. I had a conscience, and I didn't feel guilt anymore.
I quickly wrote him back, eager to continue the conversation. Sam wasn't crazy, he was just an innocent man being tormented by heartless kids, and that made me sad.
"Dear Sam,
I'm happy you can forgive me. I just felt too bad, seeing everyone treat you like that. Kids can be mean, and you shouldn't have to deal with kids like that.
-Matt"
I performed the same exact task as I had before, leaving it on the porch with the stone on top. Only this time, I didn't leave as fast.
At school, I thought a lot about Sam's situation. With summer nearing, there was much less work, and homework was non existent. This gave me time to think about the issue. We had demonized a poor innocent man and made him miserable. I knew I was better than my friends, who still participated in discussions about what murderous Postal Sam did in his free time.
I got Sam's responding letter two days after I left him my second letter. It was in the same red envelope his last two letters had came in, this time with 'Matt’ written on the front of it in black marker. I took it inside and opened it in my room, reading it carefully.
“Dear Matt,
You seem to be the only kid in town with a heart. I didn't do anything to deserve this. If only there were a way to make them understand that they're wrong about me.
Sincerely, Sam”
I wrote back thoughtfully, with what I thought was a good idea.
“Dear Sam,
I know the kids hate you, but do you think maybe if you tried talking to them, they would realize you're not evil ? If you made them understand, they would stop what they're doing.
-Matt”
I left it on the porch again, setting a stone on top the same way I had before. I wasn't sure my idea would work, but I figured it would at least be worth a try. With only seven days of school left, I was excited about two things. Seeing if my idea would work, and summer vacation. The near future looked promising.
After three days, there was still no letter. I didn't think much of it, after all the thought of approaching a group of people that hate you is pretty terrifying. I hung out with my friends, made plans for the summer, and played outside constantly.
Finally, on the last day of school, I got a letter back.
“Dear Matt,
I have thought about it, and I have decided that I should try to make them understand. As long as you are there with me, I will do it.
Sincerely, Sam”
This letter made me happy, and now I was sure that I could change Sam’s life for the better. Sam and I could go to the park that a lot of the kids from school went to on weekends. I knew they'd be there, and since there was usually 15 to 20 kids there, Sam could talk to a lot of the kids who had tormented him at once. Sam was nice, and I knew he could make them realize the err of their ways.
I went and knocked on Sam’s door, the red one with the chipped paint, and graffiti giving it an ugly look. The mail slot opened, and I saw two tired eyes looking back at me. Sam’s eyes widened, and he cleared his throat.
Sam said in a half worried, half caring tone, “Matt, I can't come out. They can't see me talking to you. It'll only give them a reason to hate me more.” I saw his point, so I responded, “That's okay, Sam. I just wanted to let you know that we can talk to the kids at Glenn park.”
Sam looked down and coughed, then looked back up at me with an expression of exhaustion. “Sure thing, Matt. How's tomorrow for you ? Can we do it tomorrow ?” His voice was low and gravely, and I could see a small scar just under his right eye. My focus jerked away from the scar in an attempt to not be rude. I replied, “Yeah, okay. They'll be there around 3 o'clock.”
Sam continued looking at me, and I realized he hadn't blinked for 2 minutes. Sam spoke again, “Alright, Matt. See you tomorrow, bud.” The slot closed, and I walked back to my house.
I didn't get much sleep at night, and my mind ran through each possible outcome. What if the kids didn't listen to him ? What if this would just hurt Sam more ? I tried to calm myself down, and tell myself that it would work just fine. Eventually, my mind returned to a state of certainty, and I was confident that this would go right. It had to go right.
When I woke up the next day, I simply waited for 2:30 to roll around. When it did, I went to Sam’s door and knocked. When he opened the door, I saw that he was wearing a button up shirt with a rip in one of the sleeves, and a pair of stained grey sweatpants. Didn't he have at least one nice outfit ? I realized it's silly to pick at his wardrobe, and there were more important things at hand.
We walked to the park, and sure enough, there was around 20 kids there. Perfect. Sam walked up to them slowly, stopping around 20 feet in front of them. Half of the kids were in the playground, and the other half were sitting or standing on the grass, talking amongst themselves. I stood a good 10 feet behind Sam, nervous as hell.
The kids were taking notice of Sam by now, and a few of them looked genuinely terrified. Two kids standing by a tree whispered to each other, and the park was silent.
An older kid stood up from where he was sitting, and pointed at Sam. He broke the silence with a loud, “Shit ! It's Postal Sam !” and that caused the rest of the kids to start yelling at poor Sam. A few of them were already running, with horrified looks on their young faces.
Sam tried to speak over them, trying not to yell. He spoke in a very raised voice, “No ! I just came to tell you that I don't want to hurt you ! I'm not who you think I-” his sentence was cut off when a rock was lobbed from the mob that had formed. The rock was heavy, and it hit him directly in the kneecap. I watched in horror as they cheered, and began shouting their hatred at Sam. As Sam fell with a pained scream, they yelled “Fuck you !” or “Leave Greenfield you psycho !” I was frozen in place as another rock flew, this one missing Sam. It narrowly missed his head, Sam’s screams being drowned out by the loud jeering from the crowd.
“You little shits ! You don't know what the fuck you're doing !”, Sam yelled. I could barely hear his response to their violent and hateful actions. Sam limped away, barely missing more stones being thrown at him. I followed him, asking if he was alright and apologising for putting him up to this. He didn't seem to be mad at me, and I was relieved and confused. It was my idea after all.
When he finally reached his house, he walked past his broken mailbox, past the trash laying in his lawn, and past the hateful graffiti on his door. I went home and cried. It was all my fault.
In the night I heard police sirens constantly. They would pass by my house and fade away into the distance. I didn't get any sleep that night, and the guilt ate away at me. I felt like I had ruined a man's life.
In the morning I saw it on the news. A dark green Chevrolet Cavalier with a long scratch on the side had hit several kids at Glenn Park. 5 kids in total were hit, and 3 of them died. A man had driven his car off the road, hitting the poor kids that couldn't get away in time. One was crushed under the wheels and another was hit and died of a blunt force injury to the head. The third was pinned between the car and a tree, slowly dying of blood loss. The man died on impact when the car crashed into the tree, being thrown through the windshield.
Samuel Ellworth, the Greenfield mass murderer. He was a very lonely man, that suffered from mental illness. He was a harmless postal delivery man, and he never bothered anybody. The kids will tell you otherwise.
A red envelope was found in the trunk of his car, along with a hunting rifle Sam never used. When the cops opened it, they read this:
“Dear Greenfield,
You will remember Sam Ellworth as Postal Sam, the psycho who killed those kids. But know that Sam wasn't always just a ticking time bomb, waiting to detonate all over your quiet little town. The children who tortured me for so long, who ridiculed me and made me into what I am now are responsible for me. The children made Postal Sam.
Sincerely, P.S” | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6xqi6z/fiction_postal_sam/ | freehorrorstories | [deleted] |
false | [FICTION] Creature of the Darkness | The creature of the darkness. No one has ever seen him. This is a name given to what most people in this town assume to be a serial killer that's been committing murders throughout our town. No. That's not what's been happening. Well not the serial killer part. This thing that's been causing the havoc is not human. It's a creature of the night that hunts it's victims and feast upon them. People would find the victims laying down as the bodies were destroyed. Bleeding with wounds, eyes cut out, the mouth's open. Now not all the eyes were cut out according to the new but what it's all most been like this thing has been trying to send a message. If you saw that being with the glow at night you knew you were in trouble. It's been said that message indicates that the creature is trying to send a message. That message being to the victim. Before the victim died they would be introduced. They would see. They would know what true darkness was like. The way they're mouths would be is that they were in shock and horror to discover what true darkness is. The darkness was the creature's home. The darkness completed it. It wanted to spread the love and horror that it shared with the world. It wanted to what a real connection was. The darkness understood the creature and the creature understood the darkness. It was a special bond. A bond that could not be broken. It's not murder. It's not terrifying. It's beautiful. It needs to be accepted for what it is. It's like any other bond. The love between the creature and his darkness was the greatest bond of all.
It had to be shared.
They don't get that. They don't get that all the marks, the cuts, the bleeding bodies it was all a work of art. It was a work of love. They say that this creature is inhumane. Why? Because it had different ways of showing passion for its loved one? It wanted to embrace the warmth of the darkness to those around it. Was that it? Well I say the creature is misunderstood. The love was one no one but it and the darkness could understand. With that's been the darkness' love could rain upon the town? How could no one understand that? Well one day. They would. They will all see the creature what's right and embrace it's beloved. They all will.
My name is Edwin and I am the Creature of the Darkness. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6uyzzm/fiction_creature_of_the_darkness/ | freehorrorstories | TheHorrorFright |
false | Short True Creepy Story. | I am a male 13 year old individual the same age I was during this event. So, anyways, I was asleep around two or three in the morning and I hear laughter coming from my basement. I thought it was my dad playing a joke with me so in the morning I asked him before he left if he had been laughing a three a.m in the morning, I know that was a weird question but I asked anyways, he said no and asked me what it sounded like. I told him it sounded exactly like his voice but more hysterical and deeper. He just gave me a weird look and said I probably had sleep paralysis, if you are familiar with it you would know that you can't move with it and the thing is a was full mobile. Meaning it wasn't sleep paralysis and it was real... | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6u4pcq/short_true_creepy_story/ | freehorrorstories | IanLovesScience |
false | The Creepy Trail Guy. | I am a 20 year old female and I live in Michigan I was 16 years old when these events happened. I am a huge athletic nerd and I go hiking every day unless I feel lazy. I picked the wrong day to go one day and I met and experienced something I will not want to experience again.
I drove to the hiking trail I go to just about every time I go hiking and this day I saw a creepy guy to look like he would be in his 30's but me being as stubborn and hardheaded as I was back then I ignored my gut and went and started jogging on the trail.
I took a short glance at him and started going onto the trail and I got 200-300 yards away from the entrance and took a short break until I heard a scream from what sounded like a man and look down the path which made my heart drop. I saw the guy running straight toward me as my adrenaline rushed into me I started to run as fast as I can.
This guy was running so fast he was catching up with me and I was a really fast runner. This guy ran like he had taken 2 shots of steroids as I started to cry and panic I took a sharp turn into the woods and started to run back to the parking lot area.
I kept hearing his footsteps not to far behind me once again as I kept running the footsteps started to go slower as I was getting closer and closer to the parking lot. Atlast I made it to the parking lot and cried tears of joy as I took out my cellphone and called the cops. Not so long after they arrived and searched and found the man. He was a homeless 37 year old guy and they said they found a butcher knife in one his coat pockets. Till this day I am glad I did rotc throughout high school or else I he would of had an energy advantage against me. The creepy maniac homeless guy Lets Not Meet Ever Again | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6rl83g/the_creepy_trail_guy/ | freehorrorstories | DeadlyImages |
false | [FICTION] Unmanned | by Chad Austin
As you might have already guessed, the origin of the term ghost ship has very little to do with ghosts. It was used to refer to ships found at sea without crews. In the early ages of maritime travel, it wasn’t unheard of to find a derelict whose crew was washed out to sea by a savage storm or ravaged by the plague. In the mind of the superstitious mariner, this suggested all sorts of outrageous stories. Tales of sea faring monsters and sirens luring unfortunate sailors to their doom were all too prevalent, overshadowing the more likely causes of piracy and sickness.
I don’t doubt the spreading of such ridiculous tales was due in part by those who wished to scare others off the lucrative field of maritime salvage. Even a small ship could net a lucky crew a tidy sum, not including the boat’s cargo. Knowing this, how could these silly stories of haunted boats and their spectral crew sound like nothing more than a clumsy attempt to keep you from a fair reward?
I could never believe in those sorts of stories. I knew that those kinds were meant for children and not a rational person like a true sailor should be, but they did interest me. It was fascinating to hear what wicked tales some fanciful mind had cooked up and decide just what could have really happened. I never liked the retelling of such folktales for the spread of these stories only served to make crews more skittish. I loved to dissect them and understand what makes us such a superstitious lot. I thought I understood the mind of my fellow sailor, all the intricate little beliefs and fears that made us human. All it took was one simple story to make me realize my own arrogance.
I’m going to break one of my own rules by telling it to you, but try to understand. This is more for your benefit than mine. Take from it what you will but don’t think for a moment that I’m just trying to frighten you with silly ghost stories. It doesn’t matter whether or not the tale is real, just that you understand the underlying message.
There was once a young man who had grown up in poverty and wanted nothing more than to escape his hard life on land for a more adventurous one at sea. At the age of sixteen, he ran away and joined the crew of a tramp steamer out of New York. Of course, he had to lie about his age but the captain understood his situation. It was a harsh adjustment for the boy but he managed admirably. The shifting waves of the open ocean are far less hospitable to a man’s stomach than the solid ground of land.
As the newest crewmember, he had a great many things to prove and the best way to prove them was to take any and every job asked of him. Unfortunately, these jobs were always the least desirable ones. Often tedious and sometimes dangerous, the boy willingly accepted any challenge offered him. I don’t mean to say he didn’t enjoy his work. Being worked to the bone afforded him little time to himself and nightwatch on the deck gave him ample time for that. He’d often find himself lost in thought as he paced about the deck staring out over the inking black waters. There was never anything to see upon the lapping waves but darkness and it made him feel as if nothing existed beyond what he could see in the ship’s running lights.
It was on one such night that the boy found it. He actually heard it before he saw it. The sound mingled with the crash of waves against the hull, giving it a strangely musical tone. It was like the stretching of metal upon metal but conducted by an orchestra. A strange and lonely yearning call. Or so thought the fanciful mind of a boy not yet a man. In the direction of the sound he could see the faint lights in the distance. Though it hadn’t been foggy that night, the water particles in the air made the light look gaseous and unnatural. As you can imagine, the boy’s fancy was excited by the sight. Though he didn’t believe in ghosts or monsters at sea, he was by no means curious.
As his ship neared the light, the boy saw that he wasn’t looking at his first spirit but the running lights of a boat slightly larger than his own. Rocking perilously at the mercy of the waves, he couldn’t see a single soul on deck. Its surface was covered in rust and the detritus left from waves above the deckline. As it bobbed up and down upon the unforgiving sea, the boy realized the creaking hull of the derelict was causing the strange musical notes. From just a single sight of the thing, he knew something was very wrong.
His call for alarm had drawn the attention of not only the crew still awake but half those sleeping. Within a minute’s time, over twenty men, including the captain and first mate, stood staring at the lifeless ship bob upon the waves. Amidst the flurry of excited discussion, the boy caught words like “survivors” and “salvage” but he could not tear his eyes away from the thing. It moved almost hypnotically on the ocean and the creaking musical notes began to develop a hauntingly ominous quality. He thought it was almost pleading. When the boy mentioned it to the other men, no one paid it any attention.
It didn’t take long to pull the ship up beside the derelict and lash the two together with rope and whatever boarding hooks they could find. The abandoned ship seemed undamaged for the most part and had no trouble floating. Being the one who had first spotted the vessel, the boy’s captain eagerly volunteered him for the first party to board it. He was understandably nervous about setting foot on the ship but his duty was clear. Ten men armed with flashlights flooded the empty deck in search of survivors. The boy stuck to the protective side of his captain, though outwardly he tried to put on a tough face.
As much as he hoped to find anyone alive, the searching party found no one. Oh, they found plenty of signs of life but not one living soul. Clothes left thrown on bunks as if they had been changed and tossed aside in a hurry, food left half eaten in the galley to collect mold. He’d even spotted a few mouse traps and droppings but not one furry little stowaway could be located. The boatswain suspected the crew had abandoned ship due to fear of disease or piracy but they found no lifeboats missing. Other theories floated about the crew as they searched but the boy noticed no one seemed worried about the state of the ship. Or of the mounting intensity of the musical creaking.
After finding nothing in the crew quarters and officially deciding that their expedition was no longer a rescue but salvage, they moved greedily to the hold. Though it was damp, the cargo seemed mostly intact. The boy didn’t know what most of it was but the captain seemed quite excited by their find. The rest of the searchers seemed pleased and completely obvious to the booming metallic scraping that echoed in his ear since he’d stepped onto the damned ship. It had never been this loud. There was no doubt in his mind that the musical creaking came from here. The belly of the ship. The boy had to slap his hands to his ears to shut it out.
“Why can’t you hear it?!” he bellowed as he sunk to the floor. “Don’t you see it’s not safe here?!”
But no one listened to him. They were all old veterans of the sea. They did not fear the old tales. Nor did they fear the rantings of a child pretending to be a man. He yelled and grew violent in his attempt to make the sailors leave. When they tried to lay hands on him, the boy threw savage punches at his assailants. It took five men to wrestle him to the ground and drag him back to their ship. Once there, the boy was thrown into a cell. The captain left him with a sad look on his face, placing the keys to his prison quite visibly on a table in plain view.
There he stayed for the next two days in a blinding agony with that musical screeching deafening him. On the dawn of the third day, the boy awoke to find the sound faded from what he assumed was distance. Had the crew listened to him and abandoned the derelict after all? As the day dragged on, the musical calling continued to fade until he was left with the silence of his own ship.
Silence. No hum of motors or clomping footsteps. No voices. No one had come to give his meals. His stomach twisted painfully as the implications ran through his mind. He had to get out.
The flimsy frame of his cell’s bed came apart easily, offering up a straight metal pole long enough to hook the table legs. Within minutes, he’d pulled it close enough to grab his cell’s keys off its surface and throw open his cage. However, the joy of freedom was overshadowed by his growing sense of dread. There was nothing but the echoing sound of groaning metal to greet him.
The boy found his ship in a state much like he’d expected. No signs of a struggle but not a single sailor on board but himself. Just like the derelict, food had been left partially consumed and clothing left on floors and bunks as if forgotten. What little he knew of the operation of the ship he could tell the engines and boiler had been left to idle and eventually die from lack of attention. It was as if his entire crew had dropped everything they were doing and left without a word. Forty seven men had disappeared and left no trace.
The worst of it all was that the derelict he’d been so irrationally frightened of had gone. In the yellowing evening light, he could see for miles in all directions but there was nothing he could see. Just more ocean. The boy felt oppressively alone in his empty ship on a cold, uncaring sea. Where had they all gone? Did they take the derelict? But why did they leave him here alone? Was his offense enough that his captain would doom him to death at sea? The boy struggled to find a rational explanation for everything but rationality was in short supply. Everytime he tried to think, that creaking musical beckoning would play in his head and cloud his mind.
As you can imagine, attempting to run a steamer that required a crew of at least twenty by yourself would be an impossible task but he tried. It was more or less just to pass the time until his possible rescue and keep his mind from wandering to less productive thoughts. The radio did not reach far enough to affect a rescue and he had no idea how to tell where he was anyway. All he could do was to tend to the ship and hope, but really… it wouldn’t matter in the end.
As the days came and went, the waves crashing against the hull began to give him nightmares. It was the music of the sea. The incessant drumming of the waves, the piping groan of the hull in protest, and the sad lonely song of the wind. It all sounded so familiar to him and as he realized why, the song had begun to invade his waking world. The lonely beckoning song of the derelict but this time heard from the beginning.... and coming from his ship.
It wasn’t fear that made him turn off the ship’s running lights and destroy its beacon. It wasn’t fear that drove him to pile as much food and fresh water as he could comfortably fit into his cell, lock himself in, and throw the keys over the deck. It was resignation.
So now you understand why I can’t open this door and why I couldn’t tell your captain what happened to the rest of my crew. If I seem calm, it’s only because I know there’s no helping what will become of me. You’ve heard the song, I know you have. I can see it in your eyes. You’ve all heard her lonely call, whether they realize it or not. But I can tell you will understand.
If you truly want to know what happened to my fellows, then by all means stay. I suspect I shall join them soon. I have no doubt you’ll never hear word from the derelict or my crew again, and anyone who stays on this vessel will likely disappear as well. Laugh if you like, call this a silly ghost story. It doesn’t matter in the end. But if you want to avoid my fate then you and your mates need to leave this damned ship.
You’re probably wondering what brought this curse upon our heads. I did. Was it something in the hold of that devil derelict? Was it something in the air? Or was it really a ghost, ravenous for the souls of the living? Like I said, I don’t know myself but I have my suspicions. I’m sure you do as well. The superstitions of the past aren’t lost on me now and I wonder if the old belief that a boat without a crew cries out in pain. In loneliness.
You can hear it now, too, can’t you? The song? It’s the call of the one true siren. A ship with no crew is no ship at all.
| https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6qsp85/fiction_unmanned/ | freehorrorstories | raandomfellow |
false | (FALSE) BLACKOUT | https://www.quotev.com/femalegamer/journal/4232108/BLACKOUT | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6nqhba/false_blackout/ | freehorrorstories | GAMMA1184 |
false | (Fiction) 2 AM | I don’t remember falling asleep but, I know that I must have. Because I woke up feeling startled. I’m not sure if there was a reason I woke up with my heart beating out of my chest, maybe the reason is that I just realized I was sleeping.
I put down my gun so I can drink some water out of one of the nearby bottles. I get the bottle to my lips when the sound of the doorbell fills the room. Now I remember. I heard the doorbell in my sleep.
My mouth went dry and I think about taking a swig from the water bottle, but I think better of it. I recap the bottle and put it down and pick up my gun.
I look at the clock, 2 am. I know whoever is at the door is not here to help me. I stand and look at the door. The doorbell rings again. I just blink at the door while holding my gun at my side pointing to the floor with the safety off, ready if I need it.
I thought back to when I woke up. I struggled through the haze of sleep deprivation to remember when I was last awake. I remember checking the food and water supply then I made sure the barricades over the doors and windows were holding up and undamaged. I know I finished my checks at 11 pm. I remember sitting down on the sofa. Then I remember waking up now. I was asleep for nearly three hours. That was the longest stretch of sleep I have had in weeks.
The doorbell rang out again and I lost my train of thought. Then I heard something that made me want to run away and hide but also want to throw the door open in alarmingly equal measures.
“Will.” It was my mother's voice coming from the other side of the door.
“William honey it's mom.” Her voice was rough and had an edge to it that it never had before but I could tell it was her.
I backed away from the door. My mom was one of the first people infected in our town of Hannover. She had been traveling across the country. On her way home she had a layover in New York’s JFK airport. That is where the authorities thought the bioweapon was released. But no one knew it was released until weeks after the outbreaks started. My mom started to feel sick days after arriving home from her trip.
We had no idea that what she came down with was so serious. The local doctors were confused about what was wrong with her. Then the news of the outbreaks hit the national and local news. By the time the CDC came to Hannover my mom was dead. But like all the people who died of this new illness she came back, unlike her true self, she came back as a violent monster.
“William let me in.” I jumped. I was lost for a second in my musings of the past. Her voice started to sound more guttural and took on a terrifying edge.
It took me a second to pull my thoughts together. I remember it wasn't long after my mother died before the infected were everywhere, attacking and infecting other people. The healthy people left in town barricaded their doors and windows and tried to wait for help. I am not sure how many are still left. I can’t remember the last time I heard the hammering of survivors repairing their barricades.
“William!” My mother shouted and started kicking the door. I jumped and took another step away from the door. Any remaining humanity in her voice disappeared when she shouted.
I looked around myself. I am running out of things to repair the barricades with. I have about a dozen bottles of water left, most half empty. I maybe have enough food to last 3 days at the most. Only 2 bullets were left in my gun and I had no extra ammo. I know I won't last much longer, but more than anything I want to see my mom one last time.
“Mom. I called out.” She stopped kicking at the door.
“Will? Open the door Will.” Humanity rushed back to her voice. She almost sounded like my mom. My healthy mom.
“Okay mom, give me a second.” With the gun in my hand, I went to the door and removed the barricade. I opened the door and there was my mom. Her hair's a mess with leaves and twigs sticking out of it. She is wearing her hospital gown but now it’s covered in blood and viscera.
She takes a shuffling step toward me. I opened my arms as if she is coming in for a hug. She isn’t, I know that, but it’s okay. She is right in front of me and I wrap my arms around her. For a second it was like having her back. The hug felt so good. Then as I knew she would she bit into my shoulder. The pain was the worse I ever felt. I put the gun up to her head and fired. She sagged against me. I couldn’t hold her up much longer so I let her fall. I put the gun up to my head and with the last bullet, I pulled the trigger. Just before my life ended I heard gunfire and voices calling out for survivors.
2:30 AM
Arnold was in the tank at the front of the convoy. Sporadic gunfire made it hard to hear when the radio crackled to life..
“I doubt we’ll find many survivors here.” It was the captain on the radio. “This is the town of Hannover. Someone was at JFK when the bioweapon was released and they brought the infection back here. So this is ground zero of infection for this area. Keep your eyes open. We will see a lot of infected here.”
Arnold watched as the tank drove by boarded up house after boarded up house. He rode through hundreds of streets with nothing but the infected and boarded up houses. Someone was on the bullhorn calling out for survivors. Arnold thought it was pointless. He happened to noticed though that one of the houses had the door wide open. He could see by lantern light coming from inside the house that two bodies lay on the floor. One of them had a handful of infected feeding on it. He nudged the guy at the gun beside him and nodded toward the house. The gunman took action and bullets ripped through the house and killed the infected inside.
The End
| https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6mfxe7/fiction_2_am/ | freehorrorstories | TheCountessofCreepy |
false | IN MY ROOM (True story) | My sister Penny was always afraid of the upstairs at our house she never went up there at night.
Our main conversation every night went something like this ;
Penny: Buffy go upstairs and find me my white sweater, black jeans and leather jacket.
(The clothing items would change from night to night but I was always asked to get her things).
But she would not go up without an adult after dark.
Me: Why can't you go get them.
Penny: Because something is up there
Me: I sleep up there nothing has happened to me.
Penny: Just wait someday it will.
Ok I will admit it is creepy as hell up there. I will give you the layout there are two rooms that lead into each other ( no hallway) and there is an attic above and one on each side. The house is well over 100 years old and there is a banister over the stairs but it is closed off by a door.
I remember Penny coming home from dates and before she would take her boyfriend upstairs she would send him up with a flashlight to check the closets and under the beds ( even though I was in one of those beds).
Once when our mother asked her why she would not sleep upstairs in her room she rattled off numerous reasons:
Penny:
You can see small lights come out of the closet.
And you can hear footsteps and heavy breathing in the attics and there is always a sense of being watched a little too closely.
Me: That is ridiculous, I have never seen anything or heard anything ( you should stop letting her sleep on the couch every night.)
Mom: She's ok she can sleep where she wants. She's not hurting anything.
( I think my mom knew but since nothing was bothering me at the time she overlooked it, better to have one daughter on the couch then 2).
I even took this problem to my dad being as he was always on my side and mom seemed that she was always on Pennys side.
Eventually my sister got married and moved out when she was 18 and I was 11.
Then I guess the ghost or whatever thought it was my turn.
My experience:
- the attics I would hear stomping and it was not in just one attic it was all 3.
- There were whispers in the closet like two children having a conversation. The conversations I overheard were from talking about dolls sometimes they were trying to figure out what happened to someone named uncle Doffie . And sometimes it sounded as if they were discussing how they could run away. ( I did not get a bad feeling from the girls in the closet.)
- I was always being watched all day and all night and lived in a constant state of panic, when I was upstairs every nerve was on edge.
- The worst thing was this big black shadow in the middle of the night asking were Penny was. The voice wasn't the voice of a kid it sounded like it came from someone who smoked 4 packs a day for 50 years. The black shadow asked after my sister 6 times every night. When I would not answer out of fear. The shadow would throw things at me .(books, figurines, even pictures)
Then it was my turn to sleep on the couch. And then I understood my sister. It wasn't an excuse she actually heard these things. I never understood why I didn't until after Penny moved out and I was bullied by this ghost or whatever.
That's what this entity was , a bully something that always had to have power over us the young powerless sisters that lived in the home.
Fast forward 2 years after Penny was gone she had her own home. My oldest sister Jeanie couldn't afford the house she was renting due to being in the middle of a divorce, brought her 3 kids and moved in with us. Jennifer which was 5, Kevin who was 3 and Amanda who was 2. Which meant Jennifer would be staying with me and we were both expected to sleep upstairs.
We were woken up all the time by stomping and when Jennifer would start to cry from being scared I would tell her it was because the house was old and that's what old homes did they settled at night. Exactly What my mom always told me when I heard odd noises in our home.
Jennifers 6th birthday rolls around and my mother buys her one of those creepy clown dolls you know the ones with a plastic head ,a wire body under its clown clothes and has the most insanely evil laugh.
That clown was always going off by itself at night never during the day. One night I decided I had had enough so I got out of bed and went over to take the batteries out. But when I opened the battery pack no batteries were inside. I told my mom and older sister but no one cared or they thought it was an over active imagination. Penny believed me.
So the next day I got up and threw it in the attic.
But it would still go off. In the middle of the night.
Then one day I came home and the doll was out of the attic and sitting on the chair across from my bed. When I asked who put that there no one knew.
We ended up burning that doll.
Penny came and burned sage in our home.
Now that I am grownup my kids who like to stay with my mom , always tells me about their thing being moved and their chargers being jerked from the wall.
But I still feel that it waits to this day for Penny to come home. Maybe because she feared it the most I don't know.
But I know that that bully brought me a lot closer to the sister whom I couldn't possibly live without now. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6ijfzd/in_my_room_true_story/ | freehorrorstories | buffy1973 |
false | Dreams (true) | I didn't know where to post this but, to start off with I'm a chronic insomniac, and I used to have pretty realistic dreams until they stopped.But last night they came back
Like most people's dreams mine tend to jump around, the first dream that I remember was about a snake. I was lying in bed when a large snake came from under the duvet, it looked like a boa or an andaconda. It wrapped its self around my body and was constricting me, I could hear someone telling me to struggle but I couldn't move at all. It felt realistic because I could feel something squeezed my torso. I don't remember how that dream ended before it went to another dream.
This time I wasn't myself, I didn't know who I was but the scenario was weird as hell. It was set in a mall or something similar, it was a battle between some two groups. Everybody was masked and the weirdest part I remember was tackling some woman to the ground and being threatened with "I'll remove your mask " my reply was along the lines of "do it b*tch " and when it was removed I was called Amanda or something like that (my name isn't even close to Amanda) . But the dream was set in first person view oddly enough, there was a third dream where I met a celebrity but he was behaving very weirdly. I know this is weird but I don't know what either dream means,can someone please help. Also,sorry for the length | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6hw2ds/dreams_true/ | freehorrorstories | Strawberry_bean |
false | Maple 🍁 Crest Demon?(True Story). | This is not something that happened to me but to my husband and his mother. When he was 10 years old.
We will call him Brett.
His mother we will call Kim.
And my brother in law we will call Mike.
My husband moved around a lot when he was growing up.
Kim was a single mother who left an alcoholic and abusive husband.
Mike was an introvert.
And my husband Brett was an outgoing all American boy. who always had to be doing something.
They lived in 5 different homes and apartments in the same city.
But the one mentioned most is a two story home for rent on Maple Crest Drive.
A week after they moved in small things started to happen. Things would get moved, water in the sinks would start running and the lights would flicker on and off. They had electricians come in.
Plumbers etc.
They never found anything wrong.
Things went on in this odd way for awhile.
But then more started happening they would hear stomping on the stairs , appliances coming on by themselves and shadows moving down the hall passing their bedroom doors.
Then about 6 mothers from the time that they moved in the shadows starting coming into The bedrooms.
Brett often woke to something moving in the corner of his room. He said one night he was sleeping with his hand over the bed and something bit him. He would also hear whispers but they did not come in clear enough for him to understand.
Though the scariest things would happen to Kim .
One night she woke up feeling like she was being chocked there was no one else in the room.
She would be cleaning and something would pull her hair hard.
But what she says is the scariest night was the night she was dragged down the hallway and down the stairs.
Everyone thought that she was crazy , they did not see the scratches or the bruises or the mental strain Kim was going through.
She went to the library and got this book on the paranormal.
The book instructed to put flour or baby powder on the floor .
The first night nothing happened.
But the second night there were prints in the flour.
They looked like what a gorillas fist looked like if you made it longer and put talons on the end.
That next morning they packed their bags and moved into a abused women's shelter.
They never figured out what it was.
Just that it terrorized Kim and Brent but it left Mike alone.
| https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6hbgwq/maple_crest_demontrue_story/ | freehorrorstories | buffy1973 |
false | True Story--Gang violence in Calgary | I haven't posted on here in a while but I wanted to share this experience from my teenage years. I come from a town in North Western Saskatchewan with the worst crime rate in Western Canada or at least the most concentrated. Running into skinheads, hookers, or finding drug drops by accident are things you encounter in my town at a young age. By twelve you learn how to spot and intimidate a scout car, that is a car scouting for places to rob, and by fourteen you've survived a jumping, stabbing, shooting, or in my case several of all of them. There's a generally understood rule which is "once that the sun sets you don't leave your house unless you have a deathwish." I'm saying this all to make you understand where I come from and why when I'm on vacation I try my best to turn off those parts of my brain. My dad's side of the family all reside in Calgary, and they have since 1948 so that's where we'd go for vacation.
As I got older my cousins who lived in Calgary told me more and more about the gang wars going on there. They told me about Asian gangs and Lebanese gangs fighting for power. They said if you entered the wrong bar you'd be asked to pay the gangs tribute to drink there. My female cousin the summer before this described a graduation party her friend was throwing where her twenty and friends and she were. It never crossed their mind to invite this one Asian kid, it wasn't malice, it was just not something that crossed their mind. This kid thought he was being dishonored and *this part is her story, not mine* the kid showed up with 4 other Asian guys and walked up to the guy throwing the party. They opened his stomach up with a katana right in front of her and everyone else and everyone ran.
I was always an introvert, in my hometown, I was known as Hipster Dork, anywhere outside of my hometown people thought I was a thug, some people thought from my appearance I was part of the Turkish mob. But I was a real softy, introverted, never explored nightlife, never tried to prove I was tough, I was always in bed early. This one night I was staying in Calgary. My grandparents had a condo on the SouthWest Part of town. My dad and I were down for Christmas and staying in the communal guest bedroom on the ground floor right behind the entrance to the building. Night 2 of our stay I was awoken by a full bladder, the lights in this damn bathroom were halogen and so bright it turned my mind on and by 2 am I was hopelessly awake. The walls of this room are thin and cheap, you can hear the water moving through the pipes and everything in the front entrance. Around 3 I hear running outside. I cautiously open blinds to the balcony to see a disheveled woman. I can't remember her ethnicity, though I think she may have been Metis. She had messy makeup and a baby in her arms. She darted into the front doors and started pressing every room button. Slowly one by one I heard most of the people in the building, elderly couples that are, slowly waking up and asking what's happening. The only thing this woman could muster was "HELP!" and "THEY'RE COMING!" Finally, after three or so minutes there was a long buzz and a click followed by scuffling. I heard the ping of the elevator arriving and the sound I only assumed was her diving shoulder first into the thing.
A couple seconds pass and I think, "hmm that's odd." Then I hear it. A car screeching to a halt. I open the curtains enough to see one of those cars; the ones that look like the Smokey & The Bandit car except the discount version, the ones that only drug dealers and teenagers drive. This car was parked at the front doors, skid marks from them e-breaking it. There were four Asian men entering the building. Two of the Asian men wore leather jackets, and two wore denim ones.
Through these extremely thin walls, all I could hear was "DID SHE COME IN HERE?"
"I DON'T KNOW?"
"What you wanna do?"
I heard a palm slam against a metal surface, then "THAT BITCH!" as I heard the doors to the complex violently rocking back and forth with great force. Then after a minute they stopped, the leader muttered "she's out anyway. We'll find her, she can't keep cooped in there forever." before they exited and calmly, cooly entered their car and sped off.
I relayed the whole thing to my dad when he awoke, he told me I was too used to my hometown and was being heat bag. I let it go and went upstairs. As we were sat in my grandparent's large dining room awaiting scrambled eggs on toast my grandma perked up and asked: "do either two of you know what all that commotion was last night?"
I perked up and relayed what I'd seen and heard and asked if anyone had seen her, the woman. They said one of the people on the third floor said someone came up very late in the night but no one was there the next morning. After that, my dad believed me. My dad's always been one of those people who would rather stare evil in the eye and deny it's existence, whereas my friends and I drink it like a moonshine and use it to our advantage. He's an idealist, I'm a realist so needless to say discussing this wouldn't be his first idea of something to do.
This was my first and only experience with Calgary's deep underbelly. For someone with as many degrees as my cousin she talks my ear off anytime I come down about more gang violence but I never know if it's true or not. She's relayed the backyard party story to me four times so I'm pretty sure there's a deep truth in it. I also know my experience is true. True as the day is long. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6g7j2d/true_storygang_violence_in_calgary/ | freehorrorstories | HarryScotsman_17 |
false | [True] 3 A.M. Experience. | This happened when I was 7, and I was sleeping in my parent's room because I didn't have my own room at the time. My dad was working at the casino down in Laughlin, which was about 30 minutes away from my house at the time in a housing complex where every house looked exactly the same, except with different colored shackles on the top of the houses. It was around 2:32 in the morning when I woke up to go to the bathroom, and get a glass of water before going back to sleep. I spent a while in the bahtroom, and since I didn't have a phone at the time, I was playing with my old "Spongebob knows your name" doll from around 2001. I was a complete spongebob fan, as I had patrick and Squidward toys in my house's computer room. where all the toys of mine were kept in the closet. I finished going to the bathroom and proceeded to go out to the kitchen where my Grandfather was asleep and left the Television on. I just left it on, as he tends to keep it on 24/7. It seemed a bit tense in the kitchen, but I just ignored it. I poured myself a glass of water from our old water dispenser from when we lived in Tucson. I went back to my parent's room and I laid back down after drinking my water. Around 10 minutes passed, and I couldn't fall back to sleep. I looked for my mother's iPad, which I usually just watch youtube videos until I fall asleep. I found the iPad case, opened it, and it was dead. I put it back where I found it, and just laid there. Two minutes passed, and I suddenly had the urge to sit up. I followed the urge and sat up, stuck staring in the corner where my parent's lamp is. It turned off randomly, and I saw some black figure. It choked me until I could wake up my mother, who was right next to me on the bed. She got up, and I could barely speak. I was completely out of breath. She grabbed me and ran into the living room where my grandfather was sleeping, and told me to sleep out there for the rest of the night. The exact day after that, I was sitting on the couch with my spongebob doll and my woody doll. My woody doll wouldn't stop going off, so we had to take out the batteries. A few hours after that, the woody doll went off again, but this time in a much louder manner, to where you could hear it from all the way from the back of my house. It just said "Reach for the sky.". I grabbed it and checked the batteries after it was done saying the phrase. The batteries weren't even in there, so it just makes it even more confusing, not to mention that my spongebob doll said "I'm going to kill you, James!", which is my name, but was never programmed into the doll, nor was the phrase. So it just makes it even more creepier. I'm 12 now, and every time I wake up at around 3 A.M., I feel something watching over me. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6g59tc/true_3_am_experience/ | freehorrorstories | Zeexel_YT |
false | Lady of the Hollow (true) | When I was in my early teens my dad would drag us to Kentucky every chance he got. 10 hours each way it seemed to me most of our trip was driving.
Finally we would arrive at Aunt Lanys home, god I loved her . She had 9 kids.
My cousin Ronnie decided that he would tell us about a urban legend called the Devil lady of trace licking Hollow ( or Holler as he liked to pronounce it).
Ronnie shared with us the following;
Up on the outer ridge of this Hollow way above the tree line lived a bitter old woman who hated everyone and everything she was so full of hate that she started doing things to her neighbors.
She took pets. When she would pass a neighbor on the road as they were walking beside the road she would try to take a swipe at them.
As this woman got older she started looking into peoples windows scaring everyone but she would always disappear by the time any of the family would come out of their house.
Then one family had had enough the father grabbed his hunting rifle and made the hike up to the ridge where the old lady lived.
When he entered her property something was not right it was too quiet.
Then he saw her laying out in the middle of her small garden dead.
Dead for a very long time , how could she be still terrorizing the whole hillside.
He also told me to stay away from the windows in the deepest part of night.
I said ok , thinking this was just a ploy to get me to go to sleep and not get out of bed you see I'm a night owl my mother says I have been that way since I was in her womb.
So I walk upstairs and get into bed , and I cannot go to sleep I start reading a book that I brought.
The last chimes I remember were 3 I turn over and look towards the window
and I freeze there in the second floor bedroom window was this hideous face I have ever seen.
Matted long hair, skin so thin that some was there and some just wasn't .
Red eyes yellow teeth on on the hags head were horns.
I was frozen I didn't know what to do I threw the blankets over my head and just kept praying the old hag would go away.
The next morning I came down for breakfast and my aunt looked at me and said how did you sleep.
I said ok I guess and when my aunt left the room my cousin Ronnie looks at me and says;
Buffy she always knows what's going on in her Holler.
| https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6g1p8e/lady_of_the_hollow_true/ | freehorrorstories | buffy1973 |
false | (True) Uncle Perv | When I was about 18, I made some bad decisions, and was fighting with my mom a lot. I decided to move out of my mom's house and moved in with this guy I was seeing who was kind of shady and had some kind of shady friends, but I was at that age where I thought I knew everything, and didn't listen to anyone. So we had to move out of the place we were staying and a guy he had worked with before offered to let us stay at his place. We moved in with the guy, and at the time, didn't have a car and I wasn't working at the time, but my boyfriend was looking for a job. Because the guy we were staying with worked nights, he was there all the time during the day when I was alone, and my boyfriend, since he was looking for work, was out all day every day, so it was just me and the guy.
The guy was a drunk, but not like an angry drunk or anything just like one of those guys that sits around and drinks all the time and doesn't really do anything, so no big deal. He was a little creepy, and stared at me a lot, but I was young and stupid and didn't think much of that either. So the place we were living in was a two bedroom trailer, but the kind that didn't have real doors. Instead it had these plastic curtain type doors that didn't close all the way, except on the guy's bedroom. All the rest of the doors were those weird curtain type. That's important a little later.
So the first couple of days everything was cool. Guy shared his beer with us and pretty much left us alone. The first day my boyfriend went to look for work and I was alone with the guy, I was sitting in the living room, just hanging out, playing solitaire with a deck of cards and listening to the radio, and the guy comes out of his bedroom and starts staring at me again. I'm a little creeped, but figure whatever, the guy seems harmless enough, so I pretty much ignored him. He sat there for like an hour, just drinking beer and staring at me, and then said he was going to take a nap. The next thing I hear, he's jerking off, LOUDLY. He's making all kinds of grunting and groaning noise in the back room, and it was a little weird, but he was letting us stay there rent free, so whatever. About the time he quiets down, my boyfriend gets back, and he comes back out and is hanging out like nothing is going on. I was a little weirded out, but when I went for a walk with my boyfriend and told him about it, he didn't seem too worried.
The next day, same thing again, boyfriend leaves to go look for a job, and I'm in the house alone with the creeper roommate. So same thing again, I'm sitting in the living room, playing cards and listening to the radio, and just like the day before, he comes out and drinks for a while and stares at me, and then says something about taking a nap. This time, I hear him jerking off again and he starts moaning MY NAME really loud. I was way weirded out at this point, but like before, my boyfriend comes back about the time he quiets down and we go for a walk. I told him about it and he thought it was weird, but still figured the guy was harmless.
The next day, same routine, boyfriend leaves to look for work, I'm sitting in the living room playing cards on the couch and creeper comes out and starts drinking again. This time he starts talking to me.
"So, I've been meaning to talk to you about some things."
"Okay..."
"So I like to masturbate. I wanted to know if that makes you uncomfortable."
"Um.. I guess not, I mean it's your house and all. You can do what you want."
"Good. I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it."
I'm thinking that's the end of it, and he's going to go back in his room like the last couple of days, when the creeper opens his pants and starts jerking off right there in the chair in the room with me. I started pretending to focus really hard on my card game, like he's not wanking it like a subway hobo on the other side of the room cause I just don't know what else to do, and this creeper gets up with dick hanging out of his pants, and lays down on the floor next to the couch I'm sitting on. I remember mumbling something about wanting to go for a walk and noped the fuck over the back of the couch and bolted for the door. I waited outside till my boyfriend got home and told him about it again.
This time when I told him about it, he suggested we go pick up my dog from my mom's house. The dog I had at the time was a little pomeranian looking thing, but he was aggressive as fuck, and at least it was something. So that night, we walk to my mom's house and pick up the dog.
The next day, my boyfriend was staying at a friends house overnight to help him move, and left me there alone (again, shady boyfriend, bad decisions). Since I knew he wouldn't be there that night, I decided to chill in our bedroom with the dog instead of hanging out in the living room, and take a nap early in the day when the guy would be at work, because I was pretty sure I wouldn't really be sleeping that night. Since the curtain doors didn't close all the way, I locked my dog in his crate and laid down under a sheet to nap. Next thing I know, I wake up and my dog is going absolutely insane. He's barking and growling and snarling inside his cage, and I just kind of turn just enough to see the door to the room without making it obvious that I'm awake, and that pervert is standing there jerking off in the doorway. I'm completely freaking out at this point because there's no real way out of this room if he decides to come in and do something to me, and I don't really have anything to defend myself with except a 10 pound dog, so I act like I'm still asleep and kind of roll over where he can't see me from where I am, but I can see the door. He opened the door wider so he could still watch me. I'm losing my shit at this point, sit up and scoot into a corner, where he'd have to actually come into the room to see me, and ask him, "Can I help you with something?"
He made some kind of weird noise and wandered off down the hallway then. I got up, got my dog's leash and decided I was getting the fuck out of that house. By the time I get into the living room to leave, he's sitting on the couch, staring at me again and then he starts talking again.
"So... I don't think this is working out, you and (boyfriend's name) should probably find somewhere else to live."
"Uh... yeah, that's probably a good idea. I'll tell him about it when he gets back, and we'll figure something out. I'm just going to take the dog for a walk for now." I decided I was going to walk the few miles to my boyfriend's buddy's house cause there was no way in hell I was staying in that creeper's house alone again. I left, and the guy just kind of stared after me, but I figured that would be the end of it and I likely wouldn't see him again.
I headed off down the road, and about half a mile away from the house I hear his moped behind me. I figured he was just going on a beer run or something, so I just kind of moved off to the side so I wouldn't be in his way when he went by, but he pulls up beside me and starts SCREAMING about what a whore I am, and how I led him on, and we've got until the next night to get our shit out of his house. I honestly thought he was going to attack me or soemthing, but after about ten minutes of that he just hopped on his moped and drove away and I booked it the hell out of there.
Now by this time, it was pretty late at night, like around midnight, and it was pitch black since it was kind of a rural area without street lights or anything through most of the way to my boyfriend's friend's house. I didn't even think to grab any of my stuff when I left, and just hauled ass to my boyfriend's friend's house, which was a good 6-8 miles away.
Fast forward a couple of days later, and we got a ride back to the guy's house to pick up our stuff while he was at work, since he said he left it on the porch. When we got there to get it, all my underwear was missing, and the rest of my clothes had white stains all over them, and some of them were cut up. It was the creepiest shit I'd ever seen and we just threw away most of it. We found out later that apparently the guy was known around the place he worked as Uncle Perv because he'd gotten in trouble a few years back for doing the same kind of thing to his niece when she was staying with him for a while.
So, Uncle Perv, let's not ever meet again. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6f6xld/true_uncle_perv/ | freehorrorstories | LinearEqualist |
false | (True) I was followed | To start off with some background, I'm a female, and at the time this happened, I was about 12 years old. I lived in a quiet suburb in South Carolina at the time, and used to spend hours just walking my dog around the neighborhood because there wasn't much else to do. At the time, we had a 70 pound bassett hound named Rufus, who looked kind of like a sawed off st bernard. So I was walking him around late in the afternoon in the fall, and it started to get dark.
I was on the other end of the neighborhood from my house when I first saw a beat up, rusty red pickup truck just kind of driving around. I didn't think a whole lot about it, because it's the south, so pickup trucks are all over the place around here, and don't automatically mean anything, but as I was walking home, I saw the truck cross a street I was going past, and then come back out the other end further down and go back the way I'd come from. To give you an idea of the neighborhood, it wasn't set up like regular blocks, more like a main road, and then a bunch of roads that all looped around and came back to the main one. At first I just figured the guy was lost or something, and didn't think much about it, but as I was getting closer to my house, and it was getting darker, I saw the truck again.
Another thing about my neighborhood was, even though there were a lot of houses, everybody pretty much kept to themselves in their house for the most part, so there wasn't really anyone outside this time of night, even though it was still fairly early. So I come out of the neighborhood onto the road to my house, and the truck is there again, this time just parked on the side of the road, facing the road I came out of. I turned onto the road to my house, and it started moving, driving slowly behind me with the lights out.
Now if you know anything about Basset hounds, they're not exactly the most threatening kind of dogs. They're short and stubby, kind of like big dachsunds with these giant ears and goofy faces, so even though Rufus was a big dog, he wasn't exactly the greatest guard dog. They also don't walk very fast, and tend to trip over their ears when they run, so I was stuck with him setting the pace. And, with him weighing almost as much as I did, it's not like I could reach down and pick him up and try to run or anything.
So here I am, walking down the dark road in a quiet neighborhood with my slow ass dog and this creepy ass truck behind me. I knew I couldn't really run from it, and doubted that anyone would hear if I tried to scream or something if someone came after me, so finally I came up with a plan, even if it was probably a stupid one. When I got to one of the handful of streetlights on the street, I stopped and turned around and just stared the truck down. The truck stopped moving, and just kind of sat there, about 30 feet away from me, like it was trying to look like it was parked or something. I stood there and stared at that truck for what felt like forever, but was probably around two or three minutes. Finally, after a while, the truck started moving again, turned on its lights and turned off down another road, and I booked it into somebody's back yard and took the back yards the rest of the way home. I never told my mom about the creepy truck, because I knew she'd freak out and probably wouldn't let me take the dogs out alone anymore. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6f6rb0/true_i_was_followed/ | freehorrorstories | LinearEqualist |
false | Killer cousins ? (True) | I have a pair of cousins,both girls. One is seven one of four
They have a cat who has kittens pretty often, well they always strangely vanish.
I agreed to watch them while their dad went to the store, personally I love cats. So I was in their yard with them following me, I asked where the kittens where and the older one just smiled and shrugged while the younger one pointed at the pink kiddy pool and said "bye bye" you can assume what I found.. I was absolutely freaked out, so once their dad got back I explained what I found. Of course he just said "it happens with all the kittens" I left after that..
Does anyone have an explanation for this? They both understood what it meant to kill something but I have heard serial killers start off by killing animals... | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6dxfgp/killer_cousins_true/ | freehorrorstories | Strawberry_bean |
false | Down the hall | [TRUE](I'm sorry mod I forgot to add that to the title)
My name is Kyle and I live in a haunted house in Edmonton Alberta, well at least my mom and brother thought so at first but I was a little skeptical that the house was haunted until something happened to me personally. I'm 19 now but this story takes place when I was 17 and in the middle of August.
First off i'll list the events that happened to my mom and brother predating the event that happened to me. My mom and brother have both had cases of sleep paralysis in this house which had never happened before we moved in. They both told me there experiences went like this, they felt like someone was slowly pushing down or sitting on there chests while they were sleeping and would wake up with no one on top of them and being unable to speak or move which is quite scary when you think about it being helpless like that. Another thing that has happened to both my mom and brother was that while they were sleeping or on there bed something would suddenly out of the blue yank off the covers and scare the absolute shit outta them. My brother has had this happen to him multiple times where as my mom has only had it happen to her once. My brother also experienced the same thing as I did but 2 weeks before I had it happen to me and he didn't tell me this until the day I saw what he did. Now that you know the predating events i'll tell my story.
It was a weekend and my mom had left to take my brother to soccer while I was at home in my room playing video games with my buddy. After we had stopped playing I turned discord off after saying good bye to my friend and turned my PC off and sat on my bed and opened up YouTube to watch some of my favorite youtubers as they had just uploaded a video. While i'm laying on my bed I hear the dishes in the sink in the kitchen down the hall start rattling and then I begin to hear the cabinets being opened and closed. Me being stupid and thinking its just my mom back from soccer with my brother when they had just left 30 minutes ago and soccer usually takes like 2 hours, I peek my head out my door and down the hall to see if its them. To my shock it wasn't them, instead I see a black mist like shadow person standing at the end of the hall that leads into the kitchen. In complete awe of what i'm seeing I just stare at this thing unable to process what is in front me, after what seemed like a minute or two I dip back into my room and slam the door shut and sit against it. I remembered my phone was on my bed and slide over to it and text my mom and ask her wtf I should do. She tells me to get the hell out of the house and go stay at a friends until she gets back home with my brother. So I do that, I look outside my door and down the hallway to see if its clear, lucky for me it was, gathering my courage and grabbing my long board I book it down the hall and out the door of my house grabbing my shoes on the way and stopping on the driveway to put them on. As soon as I had them on my feet I plopped my board on the ground and started off almost wiping out in my hurry, and ride over to the friends house who I was previously playing games with before the shtf. Once I get there he lets me in and we sit down and I tell him what I saw, to my surprise he believes me and he tells me one time while he was staying the night at my house he saw what I saw in the kitchen, while he was waking up in the night on the couch which is in the living room next to the kitchen he saw a dark figure standing in the kitchen staring down the hall towards my families rooms including my own room, apparently he thought it was a dream since he was still half asleep and groggy as all hell so he didn't say anything about it and the next day just went on with the fun we were having.
Once my mom had gotten home and we felt okay since we had numbers we decided to enter the house, as soon as we were inside we could tell that someone or something had been here since all the dishes in the sink were stacked on the counter beside the sink and all of the cabinets were hanging wide open and the dishes inside had been stacked on the counter as well. We decided not to stay the night there and stayed at our cousins who lived 15 minutes away in Sherwood park. when we got home everything was back to normal except the lights in the house were on. Ever since that happened I am a firm believer of ghosts and the supernatural. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6dm1ss/down_the_hall/ | freehorrorstories | Sillyboi64 |
false | [TRUE] The Shadow Man | I have a few short experience to tell.
This all started when I was about 12, I'm 19 now. My sister(zoey) father, step mother at the time, and her two daughters ( Jade (my age) and Maddy (my sisters age)) were camping. We had only been there for a day, and everything was fine. Then me and my sisters decided we were going to go to the stream by ourselves. My father gave us a walkie talkie so we could keep in contact while we were gone. Now the place we were going to was surrounded by bush, and to get there you had to go down a little path through it.
We spent a while with our shoes off and splashing in the water when jade said she could see someone standing in amongst the trees. We all looked and saw a figure. It was black but you could tell it was the shape of a man. You couldn't see the face. We stared for a few seconds and then he disappeared. We forgot about it and kept playing in the water. But I felt a little uneasy. A while later we all looked back wanting to know if he was still there. And he was. Everything was silent. I could hardly hear the rapids in the little stream. We stopped looking. After about 20 mins we headed back to the camp site.
My sisters lingered behind and I was about 20 meters ahead of them, but we couldn't se each other. I heard a twig snap behind me and I turned to look, assume they had caught up to me. Nope. I turned to see the tall dark black figure literally a foot behind me. So I started running. The whole time I could feel him close behind. I ran as fast as I could, until I was out in the open camp ground. He was gone. My sisters came out not long after. And I told them what happened. I asked but none of them had seen him behind me, they were too far behind, and the path was windy so they were around a corner from me most of the time.
Throughout our camping trip we didn't see him around as much but occasionally would see him just standing there.
Fast forward a couple years and we go back there. With my fathers new girlfriend and her daughter, Stella. I can't recall this trip as much but I know for a fact that Stella saw him too.
3 years ago I started seeing him at my fucking house. Just anywhere and everywhere really. One day I was out in the back yard, and i started to lean down to pat my cat when in my peripheral vision I saw him right behind me. I ignored him as he's never really done anything harmful really. Look solely at my cat as to block him out. As I do, I feel a hand grab my hair and tug. I immediately spun around. Nothing there. I fucked off inside as I was a bit spooked.
I now live with my boyfriend, and can't say 100% if I've seen it again. I sometimes see shadows move behind me in the reflection of the Tv but when I look behind me there's nothing so I just chalk it up to a trick of the light.
I did hear something recently. This is the most recent event I've had.
My boyfriends alarm went off for work, waking me up too. He switched it off but lay in bed a bit longer. I was awake then, facing my boyfriends back, one eye closed as it was smooshed against the pillow. Suddenly, I shit you not, I hear someone whisper my name in my ear. It was so clear, and I could even feel cold breath on me. I sat up and said to my boyfriend "did you say my name?" He looked confused, he was just sitting there playing on his phone. "No" he said he hadn't. Which I believed. Because it was a females voice. This doesn't really relate to my other experience, but I thought I'd throw it in anyway. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6dk9di/true_the_shadow_man/ | freehorrorstories | dangerraptorranger |
false | (True) I think I have a Bigfoot Problem | Throughout the days we take our two dogs outside to their kennels so they can get out of the house for a while and run and play and such. These are not small dogs, one is a black Lab/husky mix and the other one is a full-blooded Staffordshire Terrier, (Pitbull). The kennels are placed at the edge of the yard near the woods. These woods are big; large enough to take a day to go hiking through them.
Lately, when it gets dark, the dogs seem on edge. They will bark and whine toward the house to come in. At first, I figured they just wanted to get back into the house, but now I’m thinking they're actually scared.
Three nights ago when I went to get them it was already dark, but we have a security light, so it isn’t pitch black or anything. I got to the front of the first kennel and noticed both dogs were being quiet. They always bark at me excitedly when I go to get them, but they were dead silent. This weirded me out a little, but not to the point of being scared. I will admit that there was a certain uneasiness in the air though; something I can’t explain, but it sort of felt electric, like I was about to be shocked.
The longer I was there, the more uneasy I felt. I started getting the first dog, the lab, out and heard a heavy snap in the woods near the kennels. I froze; the dogs froze. By this time I was so on edge that if someone had spoken I would have jumped, screamed, and possibly ran. The creepy feeling in the air just kept getting thicker. The Lab had her bushy tail stuffed underneath her and was whining. This didn’t make me feel any better. The Pitbull was as far away from the woods as she could get, whimpering for me to come get her.
I can only take one dog in at a time because they get too excited and will sometimes try to fight, so I avoid that at all costs. I felt so bad leaving the Pitty there by herself, but I had to do it. As I walked away, she barked this high-pitched whining type of bark at me that I have never heard her do before. The Lab couldn’t get to the house quick enough.
I went back for the other one and dreaded every step as her door is right at the base of the woods. I would have to turn my back to the woods to open her door and get her out. The air felt heavy and stale, with an unpleasant smell, like a dead skunk, as I approached the kennel. Another snap and I was about ready to run for it, but I didn’t want to leave my dog, who had her head down defensively facing the woods.
I could barely make it. To be honest, it felt like trying to walk through water. I was terrified by the time I reached the door. I heard heavy breathing behind me as I got my dog out, she was scared too but started growling behind me.
I was frozen in place. The breathing continued for a minute before I heard steps started coming toward us. We both took off at the same time. A terrifying scream came out of the base of the woods. I didn’t dare look back, I just ran. My Pitty pulled me all the way back to the house.
I got in, flipped off all the lights and stared out the window at the woods. I could see something moving slightly, but just out of the light. It moved back and forth for about five minutes, then disappeared. It took me forever to fall asleep that night because I was so scared that every little noise freaked me out.
The next night I went to get the dogs earlier, right around dusk. I thought all was good until I was getting my Pitty out. A huge snapping sound, like a tree branch had just been snapped in half, rang out. It sounded pretty far away so I just hurriedly got my dog and started toward the house.
A few steps away from the kennel I heard something big start charging toward me from inside the woods. We ran again and it appeared to follow for so long, then retreated back.
Now, every night since then I hear sounds coming out of the woods like branches breaking and being thrown around, knocking on trees and roaring. I am absolutely terrified. I no longer even take my dogs down, I just take them for walks during the day and make sure we are all in before dusk. I don’t know what to do. I’m thinking about buying a gun but I'm not sure it will help. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6de7lh/true_i_think_i_have_a_bigfoot_problem/ | freehorrorstories | DarkRayvyn |
false | [Fiction] I just wish it would stop staring | I've been trying to sleep for the past 5 hours, but it just won't stop staring at me. It sits in my dark and wide closet, which is only about 2 and half meters away from my bed. This happens every single night. It just sits there... with its big and round eyes... staring. Its body is thin and pale, and it never makes a sound.
What scares me the most is its wide grin, there's nothing too peculiar about its teeth, it's just a weird grin. It's not a happy grin or even a cheeky grin. It's more like the type of grin one would make before doing something bad, knowing full well they weren't going to get caught. It's the grin... of a psychopath.
It's only there during the night. It never comes out and it never... and I mean NEVER... blinks.
Honestly, I just wish it would stop staring.
I haven't looked it in the face and I'm also not going to look it in the face.
After all, that would make things terribly awkward in the morning...
When she wakes me up to go to school. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6cmvq2/fiction_i_just_wish_it_would_stop_staring/ | freehorrorstories | ochyspaton |
false | [TRUE] I almost got kidnapped while running. | For some background, I am a 13 year old girl. I am also on the track and cross county teams in my school. This means that, to stay in shape, I have to do a lot of running. I live in a very small rural town. There are some beautiful roads around my house that I run on. I have a specific rout that I like to run. Because we live in such a small town my parents are ok with me going out for runs alone as long as i take my phone. My course is about 3 miles around and winds though some incredibly beautiful scenery.
Now into the story, one day it was especially nice. So, I decided to go for a run. I got into my running gear, grabbed my phone and told my parents I was going out. I ran down my drive way and up the first road. I passed the usual stuff like incredible wide open cornfields and green trees that stretched over my head. Everting was normal. I had my headphones in so I really couldn't hear anything. I ran about a mile up the road. When i came to the stop sign I waited for a little bit to catch my breath. I had only seen 1 car because it was such an isolated place. So i found I a little bit strange when I saw that same car, a faded red colored puck up truck, parked on the other side of the street. However, I didn't give it more than a second thought because there were some pretty weird people living in my town. However, I noticed the guy inside of the car was an older man who looked to be in his 40s or 50s and he was just staring at me. Now I didn't know why and found this extremely creepy. He seemed to be trying to talk to me so I took out my headphones. "I'm sorry are you trying to talk to me?" I said in a polite tone. " yes," he said in a rough sort of smoker's voice, "do you need a ride?" "Ummm no" I told him still trying to be polite, although I was really uncomfortable. "Get in the car" he said in a surprisingly calm voice. "No" I said and I full on sprinted the next 2 miles. He was following me the whole way never letting up. I was so scared and ran for my life! Finally, I was becoming week even though I am in great shape. I slowed down and the truck catches up to me. The door opens as he stops but my adrenaline kicks in and I ran all the way home. I have still not told my parents about this afraid that they might not let me run on my own anymore. Thankfully I have never seen that man again. And to the creepy man in the pickup truck, let's not meet again. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6b5be4/true_i_almost_got_kidnapped_while_running/ | freehorrorstories | emmablocke |
false | Skin-Walker in the Woods | I live right next to a Navajo Reservation and have made friends with many of the people there my age. We like to hang out, play video games and just be normal teens. I walk over a lot since my best friend lives a little less than a mile away from me. This isn’t a long trek and usually only takes me about 25-30 minutes.
I’ve made this trip dozens of times and have grown very comfortable with it. I know the people along the way so I’m not scared or on edge. There is a patch of forest, however, about midway there. It’s a little unnerving sometimes. There is always that feeling of being watched. This was a regular occurrence for me so I tried to just ignore it and shake it off as my mind playing tricks on me.
This day I spent more time at my friend’s house than I meant to and when I left it was already getting dark. I reached the stretch of forest right as the sun disappeared from the sky. I shivered a little as I readied myself to begin the journey through.
I was 10 steps in when I heard a branch snap. You know the sound, the one that screams there is definitely someone or something there with you. I froze, not sure of what I should do next. Should I run? Should I turn around and book it back to my friend’s house? I didn’t know the best option in this situation.
I whispered, “hello?” hearing my voice crack as the words fell from my lips. I don’t know why I even opened my mouth, but it was out there so I listened for any reply. My heart sank when the answer came back in the sound of my voice, “hello?” I started to breathe too fast, my heart pounded against my chest. I felt like I might faint.
“Hello?” My voice came again, but not from my mouth. I wanted to run, but my feet felt cemented to the ground. I couldn’t scream, I couldn’t reply, as my voice echoed over and over from a short distance away. I couldn’t pinpoint exactly where it was coming from, it sounded like it was everywhere around me. “Hello?” “Hello?” “Hello?” It repeated. “Stop it!” I finally managed to tear from my lips. Everything went silent.
For a long minute, nothing happened. The air grew stale, and I realized for the first time that there were no typical forest sounds. There were no bugs, no frogs or crickets; nothing. I stood there, terrified, waiting to see what would happen next. “Stop it!” It mimicked back. I’d had enough and was willing my heavy legs to move. Before I could take a step, I heard rustling in the bushes 20 feet to my left.
I watched in horror as a deer head with huge antlers protruded through the brush. As it came further out and stood up on twos, I took off. I flew out of those woods and all the way home in record time. I said nothing to my mom when I got there, I just went up to my room, laid down and thought about what happened.
My mother came in at some point and asked me if everything was all right. I replied that yes, I was just tired. I don’t know why I didn’t tell her. I guess I might have been afraid of how she would react.
I called my friend and told him everything. He freaked out and told me that no matter what happened that night, to not reply or look out my window. This terrified me even more. He said to call him the next morning and he would explain more, and that he had to speak to his grandfather as soon as possible.
That night I didn’t sleep, at all. I stayed awake listening to every little sound the night brought. Around 3:00 a.m., just as I was about to drift off, the air changed, the night sounds quieted. I felt my heart begin to pound. I lay there and waited, pulling the covers up over my head like a child, far too scared to move.
It came after a long moment. “Hello?” I cried; it was all I could do. “Hello?” “Stop it!” It mocked what I had said in the woods again. It was terrifying enough when it copied what I said, but then it did something new; it called my name.
“Amy.” My mother’s voice. “Amy. Amy, come here”. “Hello? Stop it!” My voice again. For the rest of the night, the creature outside my window called my name in my mother’s voice and repeated what I said in the woods over and over.
In the morning, when the sun broke through the dark, it finally stopped. I fell into a fitful sleep. I woke around 12 to my friend calling to tell me he had spoken to his grandfather and could explain what happened to me.
He said there was a creature they called Yee Naaldlooshii: He who goes on all fours; or a Skin-Walker. He explained that it was an evil witch that used dark magic to transform into an animal with the attributes it required and that it had caught my scent and knew me now. I was also given a warning, that since it knew me it would always follow me, that I would always have to be careful.
Last night I heard scratching on my window, then a low hum. The creature began saying my name again, but also adding in things I hadn’t said, in my mother’s voice. At one point it started calling my name, but drawing it out really far like, “Aaaaaaaammmyyyyyy”. It tried to get me to come outside, or to open the door and let it in my house. This went on all night.
At this point, I feel like I’m going crazy. I don’t know what to do. Is it seriously going stalk the shadows around me for the rest of my life? I don’t think I can take that. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6b017q/skinwalker_in_the_woods/ | freehorrorstories | DarkRayvyn |
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false | {FICTION} The Polícia Federal Investigated a murder spree from 1999-2000 | It's well know that Brazil is not the safest place in the world. Murders happen all the time and Robberies are just as comman violent murders happen on a daily basis. But during the Years of 1999 and 2000 there was a series of murders which remained unsolved.
It started on October 4 1999 when a bus driver reported the body of a women a highway in Sao Paulo. Police identified her as Maria Da Sliva Maria had a stab wound in her eye and out her head the responding officers said you could see the road through the hole in her head.
Police suspected The Primeiro Comando da Capital were responsible as Maria's husband was doing drug deals with them and couldn't pay up. To add to there suspicions Maria's husband was no were to be found despite lack of proof it was an open and shut case.
On October 13 1999 a body was recovered from The Tietê River. The man's face was completely cut off the brain and tongue were removed from his head the man was identified as Carlos Da Sliva Maria's husband this only fueled suspicion that The Primeiro Comando da Capital was responsible.
The Police closed the case. In December 17 Hikers in the Atlantic forest reported a gruesome find to the police. Antonio Rodriquez was found with his stomach cut open and even some intestines dangling off tree branches. The police could not find a motive and The Polícia Federal took over the investigation.
Antonio was described as "The nicest man in Sao Paulo". No murder weapon was found and there were no suspects. The Polícia Federal ask the public for any leads but to no avail. Things cooled down after Antonio's murder's and The Polícia Federal had to close the case.
In April 2 2000 2 teenagers exploring an abandoned factory reported a body in the parking lot. Police identified him as Canadian Businessman David Williams who was in Brazil to negotiate foreign business deals the public feared that "O Brutalizador de São Paulo" returned and The Polícia Federal took control of the investigation.
David was torn in half and all his innards were laying on the ground his eyes were never recovered. Due to his wealth it was suspected that it was a mugging gone wrong but it was ruled out due to the graphic nature of the killing and no money was stolen. His body was returned back to Canada.
On June 9 2000 the last of the murders happened. Police responded to an abandoned bus blocking the highway. When boarded the driver Jose Filpo was the only occupant he was huddled in a corner in the back of the bus mumbling to him self.
Jose attacked one of the responding officers and had to be shot. Jose survived and was diagnosed with PTSD and sent to a mental institution Police later found out why. further up the road organs were scattered allover the highway including a human fetus.
The Polícia Federal again took over the investigation they determined that they were passengers from the bus and that there were 26 people killed. None were identified as all they had to go on was just organs. This was by far the most gruesome murder yet.
A passenger manifest brought up no suspects. The massacre shocked Brazil but got little media coverage outside South America. The Polícia Federal were determined to catch who ever responsible they reviewed the Buses CCTV camera's they never released the series and all who viewed it declined any interviews well before they disappeared.
In 2003 the "O Brutalizador de São Paulo" case was officially closed. There was only 1 organized crime group suspected but after the third murder they were no longer suspects. After reviewing the CCTV footage on the bus 5 investigators from The Polícia Federal went missing.
The Brazilian government was accused of covering up details but all that came out of this was riot police getting paid overtime. The case was eventually forgotten to history. Now your proably Expecting some bull shit that I was killer and ready to get back to work.
No honestly I wish that were the case I emigrated to Argentina in 2005. After seeing that thing I didn't feel safe in Brazil I survived the killer. And it was not human you really think a human could do what happened on the bus. The Brazil government is covering that up and don't go seeking the truth it is better if this is covered up.
But i don't want to die i'm safe from that creature here and The Polícia Federal have no jurisdiction in Argentina right. But just in case i bought a rifle if i die i'm taking some one with me. Please don't wonder the forest out side Sau Paulo in fact avoid that damned city in general.
I know the government will catch up with me the only survivor of the "O Brutalizador de São Paulo" murder's I just had to get the truth out and if you don't heed my advice and go to Sao Paulo please be armed you'll need it for more then just protecting your self from gang violence.
I'm safe in Argentina but i have to go back to Brazil to visit family I wont make it to them please be safe if you go to Sau Paulo | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6ansh0/fiction_the_polícia_federal_investigated_a_murder/ | freehorrorstories | moondog151 |
false | (True) My experience with a Creature of some kind? | It all started when summer came, and me and my three friends, Lola, Katy and Jennifer were all planning to go camping. We were all excited and scared at the same time, because we were going camping alone. Lola asked her dad if he could drop us off. He agreed to take us. When the next day came, we started heading up. Lola's dad set up the camper that we were using. "There are some spare blankets inside, in case you get cold." he said, before leaving. Lola's dad finally got in his truck and turned around. He stopped and rolled down his window and said "No boys'" to all of us, smiled at us to let us know he was joking with us, and drove off. There were three rooms in the trailer. One master bedroom, and two rooms with bunks. Each room had a TV in it, so nobody cared what room they got. Everyone knew that Jennifer didn't like small rooms, so we let her have the big room. I was in a room with Lola, and Katy was in a room by herself. I started unpacking when we heard a loud boom outside. "Lola, did you hear that?". "Hear what? The boom? Yeah". We both looked at each other, startled and then continued unpacking. But something seemed off, it was the fact that Lola was so chill about it. I was done unpacking, so I walked outside and started a fire. Jennifer walked out and asked if I "Saw it". I asked "Saw what?" and then she started freaking me out. She was staring behind me, panicking, her eyes darted back and forth, and then she calmed. I felt as if something was watching me, so I turned around. I saw an orb in the corner of my eye, reddish black. But by the time i turned to look, it was gone. I was so freaked out, I told Katy she could cook, instead. We had her families secret recipe of Shepard's Pie, and a bunch of vanilla cupcakes. There were a about a dozen cupcakes left in the open box, so we just left it on the table and went to bed. I could hear the TV coming from Katy's room, so I punched the wall and told her to be quiet. Right after I said it, everything went quiet, except for a small scream in the distance. It didn't sound human. It gave me chills that ran down my spine. I dozed off, but woke in the middle of the night from hearing someone in the kitchen. I woke up Lola, and then we walked out into the small hallway that led into the kitchen. I saw Jennifer sitting on the table, staring straight ahead. Something touched me. I jumped, and realized it was just Katy seeing what was making the weird sounds. Jennifer was really creeping me out. She never stared into space THIS often. But then I noticed something in the corner of my eye. It was a shadowy figure. It was staring at Jennifer and slowly turned to face me and Katy. I froze. Katy froze. Jennifer then looked at us, as if being mind controlled. Then the figure ran out the window, and Jennifer then dropped her head onto the table. We tried to wake her up, but ended up falling asleep. This experience still scares me to this day, and it is only one of the creepiest things I have seen. Me and the others are still very close friends, we live together now. But we all remember that night, and whatever it was we saw. It turns out, Jennifer remembers seeing it in the daytime, but was out cold when the rest of us saw it. It freaks us out even more now knowing that our friend wasn't even awake and staring into space, eyes wide open. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/6a8hmg/true_my_experience_with_a_creature_of_some_kind/ | freehorrorstories | Seen_It_Been_There |
true | I am NEVER exploring ever again... | ​
Now this is something I really want to talk about to be sure that everyone is cautious and stays level headed at all times. Now for context, I lived in the middle of nowhere in Canada. It was an old town that had quite a few abandoned buildings due to absence of residents. Me and many friends were tired of the lack of entertainment options for us, so what we did was explore these abandoned buildings.
Prior to the experience I am about to talk about, we never had anything too crazy happen to us. Occasionally we'd see a small bit of blood like liquid and we did see a pentagram on the ground from someone who went to a house previously, but nothing too bad. Until the last time I had gone exploring abandoned buildings.
Now when I was younger I used to go to a day care that was part mental hospital. Weird combination I know. It closed down due to a lack of patients and lack of children at the daycare. I decided to go back there with my friends a few years ago. For context I was 15 when this happened, most of my friends were the same age.
When we did get there it was rather cliché. There was fog, it was rather dark and there was a light drizzle of rain. We went to the main gate which was padlocked shut. We decided to help each other hop over it and made a ton of noise. We were laughing and giggling the whole time, unsuspecting of what was to come. We looked around the small play-place/park with flashlights we had on our person. Even with our somewhat powerful flashlights our visibility was rather limited. We decided to enter the decaying building. Glass and dirt crunched under our feet as we stepped into the daycare section of the complex. There were still old legos, wood chips from previous furniture, old torn dolls and toys strewn about. The further we walked around the daycare section, we naturally became more and more silent, until all we could hear was the crunch of the dirt under our feet. I found some crayons in a plastic container in the corner of the room. I walked over to pick them up, when all the sudden we heard a loud crash coming from behind a metal door leading to the psych ward part of the building. My friends and I all looked at each other. As a whole, we were a group of five, most of them were very bold and cocky. We all looked at each other when my friend 'Brian' suggested we go and look to see where the sound came from. Personally I was not to fond of the idea, but with my group of friends there was no way anyone was going to decline such a thing.
We all stacked up on the door and opened it. It was rusted to the floor and we heaved to get it open. As we walked in, the metallic smells and must became stronger. With a hint of something else which I couldn't put my finger on at that moment. We walked in, our flashlights pointed in every direction with Brian leading the group. The hallways were tight and to the left and right were the occasional metal doorway, some with doors open. I felt slightly claustrophobic and it felt a little hard to breathe. As we continued, Brian shone his flashlight into a room and recoiled. We all stopped walking as Brian slowly entered the room. "What is it?" I asked him. "I thought I saw someone here. It seems all fine now." To be honest I thought he was just messing with us to increase our anxiety. But looking back I think he was completely honest.
He backed out of the room and we continued walking deeper into the psych ward. When another friend swiftly told us to stop. We came to a halt and all listened. In the distance ahead of us we heard the subtle pitter patter of footsteps echo through the hallway. We all looked at each other, fear in each of our eyes. Brian continued walking toward the sounds, we considered turning back for a second without Brian, wondering if some ghost or something was in the building. But we couldn't do that to him. the closer we got the more I felt like I was being watched. When finally we entered a room on the right which had the smell of rotting meat. In-front of us was a dead deer. Its innards were spilled all over the floor staining the concrete. A friend of mine had a very weak stomach and vomited all over the floor. That's when we heard whispering from somewhere. Brian shone his flashlight to the corner of the room where a man with short hair was standing with his head down. He wore a bright green T-shirt stained with what I assume was blood, and torn beige pants. He did not have any socks and his feet seemed damaged. He was twitching sporadically and continued to mumble even after we saw him. We stared at him for a solid thirty seconds before he made his first true movement. He looked up at us with a haunting grin that sent shivers down our spine. "You guys here for the feast?" he said each word with varying inflection and energy. This kicked us over the edge and we bolted out of that room all the way back to the daycare centre. The door was still open and we decided to try and slam it shut, but the rust and pure weight of the door almost kept it open. It took three of us pulling with all of our strength to close it. And just before we did I could still see the silhouette of the man watching us, his white teeth being the only other human feature I could see.
As we sat behind the metal door catching our breath for a second all looking at each for confirmation that we all saw the same thing. After a little bit of laboured breathing from each of us, we heard a light tapping on the door. Thats when we decided that it was time to leave. We booked it out of the vicinity completely and ran home.
A year after we visited that spot, police went back to do a routine search of the area and found the man. It was stated that this guy used to go to the psych ward before it closed down. He escaped the facility he was transferred to and lived off of the wildlife around the complex. When the cops brought him in, he had a series of diseases and sickness from eating raw meat. His mental condition was much worse than before. There were future rumours that he did kill someone in the forrest while searching for food, but nothing has been confirmed.
In the end guys. Be careful! Especially in dangerous areas such as abandoned buildings.
And creepy dude, lets not meet...
Here is the place! [https://goo.gl/maps/yyBK5AyEi1wDwk3x9](https://goo.gl/maps/yyBK5AyEi1wDwk3x9) | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/10thfo2/i_am_never_exploring_ever_again/ | LetsNotMeet | Therealholygamer |
false | The man with a “stick” | This happened probably 5 or 6 years ago, I think I was 18 at the time.
For starters, I lived in a city where neighborhoods and forests kind of blend together. There are plenty of wooded areas where people go to have bonfires and parties.
One night, after discovering that all of our usual spots were crowded with people, I suggested we go to a spot that I had been to a few times nearby. I had been there multiple times, but only during the day.
The street where we park is maybe 200 feet from the tree line, it’s your average middle class neighborhood, nothing crazy is really known to happen there.
So we walk in, start a bonfire and we’re all having a good time. Some of us are drinking and smoking a bit, myself included.
About 45 minutes pass and I’m a little intoxicated, but nothing major. And over the sound of our quiet music and my friends talking, I hear something odd. I can’t make out what it is so I figure maybe I’m just hearing things. Maybe another 10 minutes go by and I hear it again, a little better this time. It still sounds relatively far away but it sounds like velcro tearing.
I stop and just kind of sit there trying to listen while my friends carry away laughing and talking. They haven’t seemed to notice. And that’s when I heard a sound I was very familiar with.
A zapping noise, like you hear from a taser. Very brief, but unmistakable. My stomach drops, and I started looking around a little frantically. My girlfriend at the time was the first to notice my distress.
She asks me what’s wrong and I explain and she immediately starts worrying. She gets my friends to quiet down and we all just sit there and listen for a bit.
Then we all hear it. An electric zap. Brief again, but we all know that sound.
We all start panicking a bit and we quickly put out the fire while asking each other what the fuck that was or where exactly it was coming from.
We’re all scared to walk out, it’s only maybe a 5 minute walk to the street but it’s dark. We all muster the courage to finally walk the path out and we don’t run into anyone.
We finally get to the street and start walking to our cars, nervously laughing and relishing being under street lamps again.
I see him first. He’s walking towards us, not at us, just walking in the direction we just came from. Slightly to the right of us. He’s holding a stick of some sort.
It scared me at first, but for a brief second I calmed myself, it was a pretty safe neighborhood that I knew really well and it was really common to see people out walking at night. But then I notice he’s looking right at us. That stare is burned into my mind.
We pass each other, my friends and I are all silent as we’re having this stare down with this random man.
And that’s when it happened. He doesn’t break eye contact, holds up the pole and smiles this creepy fucking smile. His eyes are open so wide. The end of the stick lights up bright and that same zapping sound happens again, much louder this time. He’s holding a fucking cattle prod. We live in a city, no farmland nearby, no reason to have a cattle prod.
My friends and I are silently shitting ourselves as he walks past us, maybe 20 feet away and goes straight into the woods without a flashlight or anything.
We all got into our cars and peeled out of there. We never went back to that spot. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/10nzr7j/the_man_with_a_stick/ | LetsNotMeet | Confusionitus |
false | Bare Feet | There’s an abandoned house between my town and the town next to me on one of the country roads that connects us. I’ve been to it before, and even went inside twice with my sister and my best friend. It’s an old house that dates back centuries, according to the bank records that I was able to find, and you can just tell by the design. The house is two stories with a basement, has lots of furniture and objects strewn about inside, and is far from empty. You can tell that it hasn’t been lived in for decades, and whoever had previously owned it, it almost seemed like they just disappeared one day, leaving everything behind.
The way I was able to get in before was through the cellar door in the basement, which is broken open and propped up with some big sticks. My first visits were around 2 years ago, and I hadn’t gone back at all in the that time. Another friend had expressed interest in seeing the house when I told him about my experience, and so, last summer, I told him that I’d take him to it. I never thought it was a dangerous trip, and told him that it’s just an interesting place to explore.
We parked across the street from the house, in the parking lot of one of the industrial buildings nearby. The road was a rural road, but it was far from unused, and we didn’t want to be questioned by anyone. My friend, being braver than me despite my previous visits, led the way across the street and to the front of the house. He asked me a couple questions about it and what stuff I found in there. I told him that the kitchen still had expired food in it and that the upstairs had a board game set that I ended up bringing home with me. As we walked from the front of the house to the side leading to the back with the cellar, I made note that there was a lot more brush than when I had went last time. I had gone in the spring when I had gone with my sister and best friend, and I never experienced the thick brush that I was now carefully moving through. I made a comment to my friend that there was a lot more foliage than when I had gone before, as we both tried to figure out a path to the cellar. Eventually, we pushed through some branches and found the cellar, broken and propped open, just as I had last seen it.
We talked for a second about being nervous and I really took in the view of the cellar that led into this dark, abandoned house. I remember being really intimidated while looking at the opening, and I made note that some of the sticks propping open the cellar didn’t look familiar to me. I didn’t state it out loud however, as I thought it was just my anxiety. My friend and I discussed who should go first, and he said since I’m the expert, I should head in first. I was hesitant, but eventually, after a good 5 minutes of breathing and calming myself down, I started down the few steps of the cellar.
It was an awkward entrance, as half the cellar was collapsed and left little room for maneuvering. You had to duck under the part of the cellar door that was still put together, then inch your feet down the steps, and finally turn your body sideways to fit through the small gap into the basement. I took a long time after ducking under the door, since my nerves came back for a second. I made it in fine, and my friend followed very quickly, which I appreciated. We both stood in the corner of the basement now, taking it in. I turned my phone’s flashlight on, and he did too. There was a spiderweb in the path to the stairs up to the first floor. I looked around and found some sort of tool to knock the spider web down, and I took the tool and swiped it through the web. After that, I tossed the tool onto the concrete floor. My friend and I talked quietly, I don’t remember what about, but afterwards, we fell silent for a second. Above us, I clearly heard footsteps on the boards above our heads. It almost seemed like they were heading to the stairs the led down to the basement.
I remember this part the best, as I looked at my friend, and he didn’t seem to react to the footsteps I was hearing. I looked at him, suddenly very worried, and before I could even say anything, he said “We need to go.” He turned around and practically jumped up the stairs. I remembered thinking he got out insanely fast. I could see him turn and reach his hand back to help me up. I was a bit slower, but I also quickly stepped up the stairs and he pulled me through the opening.
I landed on my hands and knees after I escaped the cellar, and I immediately stood up facing the weeds. I turned around to my friend, who was crouched, staring down the cellar. I said to him that we should get out of here, and he turned away, and told me to go first through the weeds. I pretty much just ran through the brush, definitely getting cut up by something, but we made it through them and back in front of the house very quickly.
My friend kept urging me to go in front of him, and he watched behind us, before switching to flashing his light in the windows on the first floor of the front of the house. I asked him what he was doing and if he was okay. He didn’t really answer me at first, so I asked him if he heard the footsteps before we bolted out of the basement. He turned to me, and said that he heard them, and that’s why he was watching the cellar, to see if anyone was following us out. He continued, saying that after he pulled me up, he turned to guide me away before he let go of my hand, and when he turned back, he saw the bare feet of someone standing at the bottom of the cellar. Because of the cellar’s dilapidated structure, he could only see their feet, and a part of their legs. At that point, that’s when he told me to go through the weeds first. He never saw them come up the cellar stairs, or move away from them before he followed me.
I didn’t believe him at first, and thought he was just trying to scare me, but I could tell by the serious tone of his voice and the silent look he gave me after telling me that he wasn’t trying to make me laugh or lighten the mood. I still asked if he was lying, and he aggressively said that he wasn’t. He told me that I heard the footsteps already, so I knew something had to be in that house. We stood for a second, not really saying anything, before we both then agreed to go back across the street towards our cars.
We stood by our cars for a while, watching the house to see if anything or anyone would come out, but nothing appeared. After talking for a bit about how crazy that was, and him reassuring me that he was telling the truth, it started to rain and we decided to call it a night. I fully believe him, and he’s always stood by what he saw. I haven’t gone back to that house since, and I like to tell myself that whoever was in that house was just a homeless person finding shelter. I still get shivers to this day, however, thinking about how close that person was to me as I scrambled up the cellar. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/10n0czu/bare_feet/ | LetsNotMeet | SettledSnow |
false | (Now) Former "friend" lies about edible dose, I greened out | For a bit of context, I was friends with two people: Tammy and Aaron. Well, more so friends with Aaron than Tammy, but we'll get into that. This story is primarily about Tammy. I met Aaron in my freshman year of college, and we quickly became best friends. Soon, Aaron began dating Tammy, and they were basically inseparable. As such, due to proximity, I was forced to be friends or at least friendly, with Tammy. Whenever I'd hang out with Aaron, 9 times out of 10 Tammy would be there too. Tammy and I had a few common interests (video games, certain board and card games), so I decided to give her a shot. However, I quickly found Tammy to be insufferable. She was rude, narcissistic, and had a hair trigger temper. Everyone who I would talk to about Tammy would say the same. Despite this, I had to remain friendly with her whenever she was around. In her mind, this made us best friends, though for me it was more of an appeasement. I feel like she latched on to me because I was one of the few people who was willing to tolerate her (as you can imagine, she had very little in the way of friends.)
Fast forward to four years later, Tammy and Aaron are still dating and are now living together. It's an extremely toxic relationship (Tammy would scream at Aaron daily over small things, making them terrified to make any mistakes in front of Tammy). Aaron felt trapped in the relationship. I was doing everything I could to convince them to leave no matter the potential costs. Thankfully, Aaron eventually stood up for themselves and ended up breaking up with Tammy last November.
However, Tammy still wanted to keep her perceived friendship with me. A part of me felt bad for her (I unfortunately can be a bit of a bleeding heart), so I humored her but did my best to keep her at an arm's length. She gave me an (unsolicited) gift for Christmas, a deck of Magic the Gathering Cards (we played that a decent amount of times together). However, I already owned this deck but did not have the heart to tell her that. Instead, I politely thanked her and took the cards. Later I quietly regifted the cards to my real best friend. This will be important later.
Fast forward to my birthday which was recently (not gonna give an exact date). Tammy gave me yet another unsolicited gift, this time it was homemade weed cookies. I'm a stoner, but I have a notoriously low edible tolerance compared to my bud tolerance. As such, even low doses of edibles (5 mg THC) tend to be too intense for me and I usually just stick to smoking bud. She claimed that the cookies were dosed at 20 mg THC a cookie. I was wary to eat these cookies, but decided "what the hell?" and ate 1/4 of a cookie. That's right, 1/4. Despite that tiny amount about 45 minutes later I began to feel abnormally high. The room began spinning for me (this tends to happen for me when I smoke too much at once). I have a rug in my living room and it has a particular zig-zag pattern. It began to move beneath me in an unnerving and nauseating pattern. I've done a few mushroom trips in my day and age and this felt very similar. However, I have never experienced anything close to this with weed. Then my heart began beating extremely fast, to the point where I genuinely felt like I was having a heart attack. No matter how many breathing exercises I did, I could not get it to calm down. Finally, I felt extremely nauseous (probably from seeing the room spinning) and I ran to the bathroom and stayed there for an hour in front of the toilet. I gagged and dry-heaved several times, but nothing ended up coming out. Approximately four hours later I began to feel normal again and was able to get some sleep. The next day I felt like I had a hangover akin to taking 10 shots the previous night. I confronted her about my bad experience the previous night, and I kid you not, she simply said "Oh, oopsies! It was actually more like 80-90 mg per cookie." It took everything in my power to not slap her over that. I calmly expressed I no longer wished to continue our sham of a friendship, and promptly blocked her on all platforms. I have since not spoken to her, and it is definitely for the best.
Come to find out a few days later that my best friend had casually mentioned the regifting to Tammy a few days before she made the cookies. As such, while I have no definitive proof, I am inclined to believe she took this personally and made the cookies as a form of revenge against me. I'm glad I only ate 1/4. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/10i4ysn/now_former_friend_lies_about_edible_dose_i/ | LetsNotMeet | throwaway83939231 |
false | ballroom dance classes lead to getting staked for 8 years | I apologize if I have some errors, English is not my first language
And this will be a long post (sorry)
For context I am now 26 and I met my stalker at 14-15
So when I was 14 i decided to take ballroom dance classes, that was kind of normal for teenagers in my generation in my country. There you had to change partners each song, so every girl would dance with every boy.
In my group that consisted of mostly teens between 14 to 17 there was a really tal almost 2meter 21 hear old guy... Philip
We had a nice chat the times we danced but he seemed weird... And because I was young and naive, and that's how I normally made friends, i told him where I lived when he asked me.
So the stalking began (at that time I did not realize that it was stalking, i just thought he had much time and that it was annoying)
Philip would ride on his bike from his home (he lived one town over) to my house and ask if I wanted to spend time outside with him/ play. After doing that for a few times I asked my parents to tell him that I was not home when he would come over.
Both my parents and I were very oblivious about his actions for a very very long time...
At one point in time the stalking ended for a few weeks and Philip also did not come to dance clases.
At that time I became part of a friend group of a boy I fancied (for some months he had a girlfriend but they split soon after and I became his girlfriend)
Unfortunately Philip was also friends with the best friend of my bf so he was also part of the group. They told me Philip was in a mental hospital. In the span of his stalking Philip was in mental hospitals multiple times and every time he was, i was glad because then I had some peace.
When I was 16 my family and I had to move because our landlady had thrown us out. (She wanted to live in the property herself) So we move ONE TOWN OVER. We tarted living two streets apart from my stalker. And every time Philip was out of the hospital he would be at my house. (It was not as often but still...)
At my father's birthday he rang again and because my family had guests they told me to open the door, and there he was, looming over me, like a dark menacing Shadowmann. I told him to leave and I tried to close the door, but he blocked it. So I was standing there, afraid begging him to leave. At one time I even ran inside to get my dad to send him away but my dad said "he is your friend, so it's your problem" , so I went back to the door and I begged and pleaded that Philip PLEASE leave. At one point he was kneeling/sitting in my doorway.
After almost 2 hours he finally left.
And at that point it was obvious for me (finally i had realized what type of behavior it was) he was a stalker and he was fixated on me.
The next day I sat down my parents and told them that I was afraid of Philip and my dad also apologized to me for putting me in that situation and not helping me.
The next time Philip came to my house, my dad was there and told him that I do not want any contact with him. So he left.
After a few more incidents like that he stopped showing up at my door and I thought we got rid of my stalker.
BUT every time I started to live happily starting to forget my fear of him, a letter, an e-mail or a gift showed up and would send my back into my fears.
At 20 I was out of school and to pass the year I had to wait to start my job, i worked in a grade school in a voluntary after school care club for gradeschoolers.
After a month or two my mom woke me up in the morning and told me to get dressed because she had called the cops.
Apparently Philip was again every morning at our door and asked for me, and my parents didn't tell me so I wouldn't get scared again.
Finally after the cops told Philip 3 times to leave and he ignored them, they arrested him, and he screamed and screamed my name and that he was burning for me and that the cops hurt him.
My parents and I were standing in the kitchen listening.
The situation was so absurd and so much for me that I started laughing hysterically.
We filed a report at the police for stalking and trespassing but the officers said that they could not do anything because he hadn't hurt me physically. We tried to get an restraining order but it didn't go through.
A week later Philip had sneaked into our garden and like in a movie he threw rocks at my window (THROWING ROCKS AT A GIRLS WINDOW IS NOT ROMANTIC ITS CREEPY) Idiot me opened the window but did not see anything until it clicked and I ran downstairs and told my dad that my stalker was in the garden. (Philip escaped)
A week after that I was in the kitchen cooking when Philip rang the doorbell again and because we have no way of seeing who is at the door I opened. And there he was again telling me that he missed me and saying that he had peaked through the blinds of the windows in the living room the past week to see if I was there... (My parents were not home, if they had been i would have ran, but like this, i had to swallow my fear and stand in the doorway listening to Philip talk until my bf (different bf) came (i had sent him an sos SMS and he was on his way)
After my bf arrived he told Philip to leave and he did.
Philip mentioned in passing that he now also has a gf.
After that I did not se Philip again for a long time.
A friend told me that he was taken by the men in white coats because he had believed that his mom was possessed by the devil.
I was glad
It wasn't until 2 hears later when I got a letter from court. I was a witness and told to attend in the case of assault of Philip.
Apparently after coming out of the mental hospital he had a big fight with his girlfriend and hit get and because she was scared she played dead. Philip called an ambulance and the police finally had something against him.
After the hearing he was admitted again to a mental hospital an i finally got a restraining order and he was ordered to stay at least 30 Meter away from our property.
I was so glad, the restraining order also implied that if he broke any of the requirements he would go to jail.
So it was over.
Two years ago I also moved out of my parents house
I am posting this only now because I believe I'm seeing him again
But it can't be, he doesn't know where I live and he also hasn't shown up at my parents house
But I believe I have seen him when I leave the house
I just need reassurance that it's not him again and that I'm safe at my home
Update:
So I installed a camera and my neighbors also told me that there works a man that looks quite similar to Philip at the senior living center the street over.
So for now I think I'm safe.
I believe I saw that person and not Philip
Thanks so much for all of your advice, I'm very grateful | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/10gv1er/ballroom_dance_classes_lead_to_getting_staked_for/ | LetsNotMeet | idiot_s-witch |
false | Unsettling not knowing who he was | I (29f) grew up in a nice suburban neighborhood. I lived in the same house my entire childhood and only left once I moved out as an adult. I always felt safe, leaving our doors unlocked, window open, going for late night walks as a teen. I was around 17 when I noticed strange things started happening around my house. My house was also haunted, so weird noises and things moving on their own were not a new thing. This is probably why I (and my family) dismissed my experiences for too long.
As a teen, I worked at a movie theater and I did not work until the afternoon and would get off very late at night. I turned into quite the night owl, and it was normal for me to stay awake until about three in the morning. It started off as my dog reacting to things outside. I would peek outside my window and I would never see anything so I assumed my dog was just hearing noises and over reacting. Not too long after this started, I was outside and noticed there were handprints and a mark between them on my window(as if somebody was pressing there forehead against the glass). At the time I just dismissed it. I had plenty of friends coming in and out of my house and they would knock on my window sometimes as they arrived (my window was by the drive way as you walk to the front door). The weird thing is that this window is very large. The window would start about 3 feet from the ground and went at least 8 feet high and was about 4 feet wide(one story house). The forehead and hand marks were at least 6’5 feet high from the ground. I definitely did not have any friends who were that tall and everyone in my family is less than 5’6.
Soon after that, I woke up around five in the morning to my a car alarm going off. Again, I did not think anything of it and dismissed the situation. This happened a few more times within the next few weeks (always between 4-5 in the morning) but the last time I noticed hand prints on the top of my car as if somebody was trying to crawl through my open sunroof. After that, I made sure to close all my windows and locked the doors. Again, I dismissed it thinking just some hoodlums were trying to get into unlocked open cars.
Not long after the car incident, things started to escalate. One morning as I was leaving to school I found a small step ladder outside of my window, leaning against the house, as if somebody was looking through my window. I had blinds that would move from the top and bottom. I normally had the blinds closed on the bottom and left about 2 feet open on top to allow sunlight in, but still have privacy. When I looked at my window, I could still see the handprints and forehead mark were placed right above the opening of my blinds. This means they were able to use a step ladder to get a good look into my room. With the ladder against my window, I started to piece together the events over the last few months and realized I had a peeping Tom.
I brought this up to my parents, but they did not seem to worry and made no effort to do anything about it. Over the next year I found the ladder against my window many more times. This person would use an old step ladder that we had in the side yard that was unlocked. I would continuously put the step ladder back in the side yard, but it would continue to show up next to my window on many mornings. I don’t know why I did not just put the step ladder in a place that was not accessible. To be honest I was a teen smoking a lot of weed at this time, so I feel as though I was not using very much critical thinking.
I have two other sisters who lived with us, but they did not seem to notice anything weird happening . About a year after I noticed the occurrences, we found my sister’s bra was out in the yard and we did not have any explanation. This made me think that somebody may be trying to actually get in the house when we were gone (with success). I became extremely paranoid. We would often hear male voices outside our front doors, but it was common for us to hear disembodied voices due to the house haunting. My sisters and I were often home alone, and when unexplained voices happened, we would just go to our room turn on some SpongeBob and try your best to ignore it. Again, my parents were aware that all of this was happening, but did not care to do anything about it.
The last incident before we called the police was after a rainy night we found bare footprints outside of my sisters window in the mud. The screen had been fiddled with as if somebody was trying to get it off of the window. Once this happened, my parents started to take it more seriously. It’s funny because they did not care when incidences were happening directly to me but the moment my sister had this experience, they decided to report it. The police could not do anything about it. They offered to send police every once in a while to fill out their paperwork in front of our house to make it seem like there was a police presence. This only happened one time and they never came back. My older sister made her boyfriend aware of the situation so they decided to sit in the car all night and watch for the pervert to show up. Every time he would try to pull an all nighter to watch for this person, no one would show up. Looking back now, It makes me think that someone very close to my house must be the peeping Tom because he must’ve been close enough to see we had another person watching out for us.
After a few years of these experiences, my sisters and I all moved out and we have not noticed anything weird happen since. It still bothers me knowing that this person was never caught and that we still have no idea who it was. It makes me frustrated knowing that it could be a next door neighbor who we thought was normal, but was actually a pervert.
This all was happening around 2010 to 2013 and was before we had easy affordable access to security cameras, such as ring and blink. I wish we had cameras so we could know who this person was, but there is no point in dwelling over the past. All I know is now that I am an adult, I will always have security cameras around my house, especially if I have young daughters. I have also bought my parents some security cameras (they still live in the house). Maybe one day those cameras will catch the peeping Tom but I don’t think he will come back now that my sisters and I are all moved out. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/10g9zxh/unsettling_not_knowing_who_he_was/ | LetsNotMeet | Brokethecamelsbackk |
false | My Ex Has Harassed Me For Almost 2 Years (kinda long) | This is my first Reddit post and its gonna be heavy. its gonna contain mentions of physical and mental abuse so this is a TW for everyone.
I (18 F) met my ex (M22) in February of 2020 but didn't end up dating him till closer to my 17th birthday because he still lived with his gf (he told me they were just friends and he didn't like her like that), and I didn't find out till later that they were actually still doing things together. and meeting him was the BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE.
everything started off great as every relationship goes. I sent pics cuz he was my bf so you know and of course i let him save them for later use (ANOTHER BIG MISTAKE)
I noticed that they were still texting and when went through his phone he was saying he still loved her and missed her. I was deeply hurt and called him out on it, he apologized and said it would never happen again and I told him to text her that we were dating and he did.
SHE. WAS. PISSED.
she stopped paying for the house, and helping him with car payments, and at this time he had quit taco bell and refused to do his new job ubering because "I need to practice League of Legends because I wanna be a Pro League streamer" so I worked my ass off and ended up losing my job because the manager didn't let me work without a doctors note so i was stuck working his job while he played his games.
before I met him I had 4.5k in my savings, he ended up using my card to pay his phone bills, car payments, the apartment, daily weed, fast food, new league accounts, and FUCKING CSGO KNIFES. he kept losing his accounts due to telling people to off themselves and using the F and N slur.
but the worst was yet to happen. I found that he was using an old tablet to excessively watch porn, set up dating accounts and have different Instagram accounts. but on these accounts he was pretending to be women. i called him out about this and told him I wanted to leave. he freaks out jumping around and screaming and crying saying he would change and i trusted him (WHYYYYYY).
as time went on things got worse and I was scared to leave and by the end of this you will see why. He had shoved me into a wall and getting in my face screaming "you stole my car key because you don't want me to work because you're jealous of other girls" which was stupid because he had thrown his car keys at me during a different argument.
but one day i went through the iPad and found that he was actively not just sending but SELLING my pictures from when I was 16/17 and doing the same with his other ex. i started to try to get my stuff together and put gorilla glue in the charging port to just get rid of the filth i just saw. when he found out that it no longer charged after he used my card to get us food
HE. WAS. LIVID
he started screaming and getting in my face, i tried to go around him and grab my things, but when my back was turned he pulled me down to the ground, wrestled me till he was able to put me in a choke hold. i was sobbing and just accepted that this would be the end, but before i blacked out he let me go and i started gasping for air and gagging from excessive coughing as he just stood and laughed at me. i tried to crawl away from him when he grabbed my leg and started dragging me out of the apartment. I kicked to try to get him off which just made him pull me like a dog playing tug of war. he eventually dragged me out keeping my wallet, keys, and all of my valuables so i sat crying begging for my stuff so i could just go home. he came outside and pulled me down the apartment stairs by my leg and i was left with extreme bruising and some cuts. i did end up calling the police and they did absolutely nothing
fast forward he had to move because he had no where to stay or live after getting evicted from the apartment and I had gotten a new job. one day it was particularly cold and i went to get a shirt out of my car and there he was. BM was sitting in my car on his phone (i left the door unlocked usually cuz i worked in a good area. i called him a cheater and told him to leave he got out of the car and was starting to go around the back so I jumped in and tried to lock the door from the back seat. he ran over and pulled the door open and started trying to pull me out of the car. i started screaming and kicking at him, thankfully a customer saw this happening and called the police. they arrested him and told me to go home for the night (which they ended up firing me for).
Unfortunately He got bailed out and while he was in jail he had given out my phone number to other people there. He WALKED 4.5 HOURS to my house after he was released and was looking around my back yard when my neighbor saw him and called my dad. my dad got in his truck with his gun and waited for him to come out of the gas station, he eventually did but ran off (he wasn't shot).
He had harassed me saying that he was going to show up to my graduation and ruin everything and has gotten to the point making multiple fake accounts on snapchat, Instagram, and tiktok pretending to be me and his other ex's. and as of today 1/1/2023 he still pretends to be high school girls selling our pictures and making fake account.
TLDR: My crazy ex boyfriend abused and stalked me for 2 years after I caught him cheating and pretending to be a woman/high school girls online | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/10flbrc/my_ex_has_harassed_me_for_almost_2_years_kinda/ | LetsNotMeet | bumblequeef420 |
false | I'll never be able to prove it's him | /!\\ TW physical assault
(I'm french, sorry for my english)
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My story takes place two years ago, between the two fisrt containment in France. I was home alone in my small appartment, working on something for my internship that I was freakin stressed about. It was the beginning of the afternoon (14 pm I think). Someone knocked on my door, but I wasn't expecting anyone. I went to open up, and it was a guy I knew, let's call him jim.
Jim and I had slept together a few times a few weeks before, until he pushed me away without explanation. We were still friends, but I was a little hurt. Was I that bad? Had he gotten what he wanted and wasn't interested anymore? I didn't dare ask the question because I was getting a little attached, and I preferred to wait for it to pass, especially since we were bound to run into each other again.
Indeed, Jim had recently got a room in the flat of a friend of mine. The situation was quite funny because he had stumbled upon the ad without knowing that I knew the other tenants, and my friend didn't know yet that I knew the new roommate. I was going to tell her about it in person when we met again in college for our midterms.
So I knew I was going to see Jim again, but I didn't expect to run into him so soon after he moved in, let alone during a surprise visit from him to my apartment. I asked him what he was doing there, he said he was bored at the dorm and was just passing through. I invited him in, I was a bit uncomfortable because I still liked him and we had left without any explanation about his rejection before he moved in with my friend. We talked for a while about trivial things, but strangely enough I still remember the main points. Then he wanted to show me a new kind of massage against my stress that he had seen on tiktok. I hesitated a bit as I was still uncomfortable.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Yes."
I sat on the floor and he touched my back for a while, then ditto once I was lying down. I don't remember everything except that at one point his arm was around my neck, and I thought "I'm not sure I can breathe". And then, black out. Of course the memory of choking didn't come back right away, it took several months, but I'm trying to tell you the story in chronological order.
When I came to, it was dark. I was still on the ground, bleeding. I don't remember if I noticed the injury right away, but I had a large hole in my right side, with many cuts underneath. The events are pretty fuzzy in my memory, but I wondered where Jim had gone and why I was alone. I went to look in the hallway, but my keys, which are normally always in the lock, were missing. I found the spare and looked outside: no one was there. Then I had my first stupid reflex. I thought "I'm hurt, I need to disinfect" and started to take a shower. I think I fell asleep and had nightmares of being tortured and kidnapped in the shower, probably a way for my brain to try to warn me that something bad was happening. I then looked for my phone, which was also missing from the apartment. I was confused (probably drugged I realized later), I decided to go to bed to resume the search after resting. I told myself "if I'm still hurt when I wake up, it must be real". It seemed very logical in my mind at that moment.
When I woke up, my mind was already a little clearer, but I was still not totally myself. It was 20-21 pm I think, I was still bleeding. I looked for my phone again, and I started to panic as I couldn't find it. I tried to calm down, I told myself that it was probably there somewhere, I just had to ask someone to call me. I contacted my best friend (let's call him Tom) via Messenger through my computer. I still had a hard time unlocking my computer: I couldn't type my code. I think I was still drugged. Luckily, Tom was online. He tried to call me on my phone, but no ringing could be heard in the apartment. I think he figured out that I wasn't in my right mind, because he called me on Messenger to see if I was okay. It was he who gave me the details of our conversation, I have almost no memory of it. I said, "If you think you've been hurt, do you call the fire department or the police first?". He freaked out, and asked me to explain what was going on. I was very confused but I think he got the gist of it.
He asked, "Did Jim do this to you?"
"I don't know, maybe." I was still in denial at that point.
Tom called the police on me. He couldn't come to help me himself because he was studying in another city. As I waited for the cops to arrive, I began to realize that I had completely messed up the crime scene by touching everything looking for my phone, not to mention the shower and the nap (which could have killed me in retrospect). I was still in no pain though, the hole in my side started to hurt when I was taken care of by the paramedics that the cops called when they saw the extent of my injuries. I had to undergo surgery as a result of this assault (which took me months to accept as an attempted murder with a knife). I had a hole in my liver, a pneumothorax and was bleeding a lot. Luckily, my other organs were not affected.
While I was in the hospital, the cops came to take my statement and took Jim into custody. Imagine the surprise of my friend and her roommates when they found out that the new roommate not only knew me but was also accused of assaulting and robbing me. One week after the assault, when I got out of the hospital, the first bad news was that the cops had not been able to retrieve the recordings from the surveillance cameras in my building, which had already been erased because the procedures had been too long. The next day, the policewoman in charge of the investigation told me that, of course, Jim denied having been at my place that day, and nobody was at the flat to confirm if he was indeed at home all day. That's it for now, go home to your parents and get some therapy. Great. (Big up to my psychologist who is an incredible person and helped me a lot).
And then I waited. For a long time. I had to have the seals from my building analyzed for Jim's DNA. Without video or witnesses, it was the only way to prove that he was my attacker, or at least that he was in my apartment that day. It took a year and a half to get the prosecutor's verdict: no further action. No identifiable DNA other than mine had been found at the crime scene (I probably destroyed everything with the shower). So there you have it, we can't pursue the investigation, I could never prove it was Jim.
I don't have any memory of the assault itself, I don't think I'll ever find them, but I have no doubt that Jim did this to me. I think if I ran into him, I would freeze like a rabbit in front of a car. Today I am much better, but I still suffer from PTSD. For a while I couldn't drink alcohol because the drunken feeling reminded me of when I was going to be unconscious. Now I only panic when I'm with someone and have trouble breathing (I can't pull the blanket over my face if I'm in bed with my boyfriend for example). And most of all, it makes me sick to know that Jim is free to live his life, and to hurt someone else.
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*Thanks to those who will take the time to read my story. This will be my only reddit post, I just needed to share it somewhere.* | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/10ffuwk/ill_never_be_able_to_prove_its_him/ | LetsNotMeet | gravillonthrowaway |
false | Stalked for 15 years | So I’m a 28 years old women and this happened to me when I was 13, I’m an adult now and still kind of traumatized.
For a little context, at 13 I transferred school because of lack of money. This school I went to was a cheaper private school because where I lived the public ones kinda sucked. I didn’t have any friends for at least the first couple of months.
I started noticing this boy, Victor... he was always staring at me during classes (in the hallways by the window) and at lunch. It was an everyday thing, but I didn’t care because as a kid I only thought of stupid stuff like dolls or whatever. Oh and one more thing, I was flat as a table back then, so totally looked like a small child. The girls in my class started saying that Victor had a crush on me, which creeped the hell out of me because he was 18 . I was creeped out but still didn’t care, as long as he didn’t approach me or anything.
But things escalated quickly. Victor would follow me home everyday (thank god I moved since then and he doesn't know where I live anymore). The most annoying thing however was that he constantly ask his friends to try to talk to me and try to convince me to go out with him and make out with him after school. These "talks" would usually take about 30 minutes of them trying so hard to convince me to agree with this. While Victor was behind them watching the conversation like a freak. Obviously I rejected him all the time, but being the “nice guy” that he said he was, he spread rummors about us making out anyway. Nobody believed anyway because he was such a weird guy and the whole school knew it.
The final straw was when our school had a trip to a book fair, I was super excited. At this point I had made a couple of friends. On our way to this fair, I was on the bus with my friend and Victor was on 3 seats behind us and I could feel his eyes on me the whole way. Out of nowhere he came and asked for my friend’s cellphone and she gave it to him, so stupid of her. He return her cellphone not even 2 minutes after. She checked the cellphone and showed me he had taken a bunch of photos of me. I guess this was his way of saying that he had already done this at some point. She got so pissed and went to go talk to him. When she return she said the creepiest thing I’ve heard in my life. She said this with a very scared face:
“He said to me that when you least expect it he will push you into a bathroom and rape you. Today.”
The only thing that went through my mind was: " what should I do now?” I looked at him and he gave me a creepy smile. After this I spent the whole day looking behind my back, not leaving the side of my teacher. She didn’t even understand why I didn’t want to walk around at the fair. I was in alert mode all the time and thank god nothing happened. When I came home I cried in my room like a baby. This was at the end of the year and thankfully I switched schools again.
I told this to my mom last year, and she was like: “Yeah, it happens. It happened to me too when I was your age.” So shocked about how this is such a commom thing.
I’m now 28 and I stil see Victor on the streets, he has followed me around a few times, I always walk in circles until I lost him, but sometimes he waits for me outside the stores or restaurants. I think about what would have happened to me in the book fair if I didn’t have my teacher next to me the whole time. And I wondered if one day he'll do something or just keep this creepy behavior. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/10dmqki/stalked_for_15_years/ | LetsNotMeet | rellalla |
false | Hooded man in the woods | Alright, I spent my entire slow day at work yesterday reading through this sub, so now I want to share my little story.
My childhood best friend, Marie and I were around 11 or 12 years old at the time. Marie's family had their own campsite in a provincial park about 2 hours from our home town, and would spend the entire summer each year living in their camper out there. This particular summer, I was able to go and stay with them for a week, and we were excited to spend our time adventuring around the forest.
On the last night that I was there, we decided we wanted to hurry down to the ice cream shop by the lake before it closed. It was early evening at this point, still pretty bright out but beginning to lose light. The path we took was down a short slope right next to the main road with maybe 10 feet of thick brush and trees in between. On the other side was the forest, with more tall, thick brush.
So we were walking along, not seeing a single other person on the path in front or behind us. We hear a sudden rustling and snapping of branches, similar to the sound of maybe a deer moving through the woods. I wouldn't have thought anything of it, but then, the sound of running footsteps follows. Marie glances back, and suddenly grabs my arm, urging me under her breath not to look back. At the same time, the running stops. I don't know why I didn't ignore her and get a look myself. I guess I could sense the very real fear in her voice and chose to listen.
We both start to panic, getting that feeling like when you're running up the stairs after turning the basement light off. We pick up speed as much as we can without breaking in to a sprint, knowing the ice cream shop is only about a minute walk away at this point. The path soon breaks and we are in the parking lot.
Suddenly Marie steers me hard to the left, heading towards the lake and the boat rental instead of continuing straight to the ice cream shop, and I go along with it silently, understanding ice cream is no longer an interest right now.
Marie is clearly panicking at this point. We are both looking around but it seems whatever scared her is nowhere in sight at this point. Marie walks up to the boat rental and gets us a kayak, and we climb in and begin to paddle out in to the middle of the lake. As we paddle, she tells me that there was a man behind us, and that the man had stopped running at us very abruptly upon making eye contact with her. He had been wearing a long black coat with the hood up despite it being the middle of July, had a terrible smirk on his face, and she swore that as he stopped running she saw him put something shiny away in to his coat. He appeared to have just emerged out of the bushes after we walked past, given the sounds we heard right before he came running on to the path.
We reach the center of the lake and stop paddling. I pull out my Nokia brick phone that my parents had, thank God, given me "just in case." I hand it to Marie and tell her to call her parents to come pick us up. As the phone rings, I see her look out past me to the shore and go pale, lifting a hand to point to what she's seeing. I turn, and there was the man, stalking his way around the path that circled the edge of the lake, staring out at us. We sat in the middle of the lake and watched him do two full laps, never looking away from us, before finally disappearing. It took a few tries to get ahold of her family, we were freaking out so bad the whole time, as the sun got lower and lower. We did manage to have someone come with the truck, but by the time we reached the shore it was pretty dark outside. I don't know what we would have done if we hadn't been able to call for a ride.
Looking back, I don't know why we didn't just go up to the ice cream shop, inform an adult there and ask her parents to come get us then. But it worked out, we got back safe, and we thankfully never saw the man again.
EDIT: Way too many people have messaged asking to use this story on their podcast/youtube. If you wanna use it, I don't care, credit or don't credit. Pls just stop messaging me about it | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/10bxhcj/hooded_man_in_the_woods/ | LetsNotMeet | flowers4boys |
false | I hid in my bathroom in the midst of a home invasion when I was 9 years old | First of all this is my first post and I am from a spanish speaking country, so my english can be a little rough at times.
So about 12 years ago I was 9 years old, and I was home alone with my 12 year old brother. We were supposed to go to my aunt's house to have lunch and wait for my mother there (we always did that because we were too young to stay home alone according to my mom). We got up at 10:30 AM, I took a shower, then my brother. After that, we were both in the bathroom brushing our teeth and finishing up, when we heard someone knocking on our door. Since everytime someone knocked at our door they turned out to be salesmen or jehova's witnesses, we kind of waited for them to go away. After a couple of minutes, I went to see if they where still outside through the window, and no one was there. What a relief.
We continued getting ready when we saw a shadow go by through the bathroom window, which was kind of like a small square made with that kind of glass that makes everything behind it really blurry. We waited and saw in case it was just a bird flying by, when a hand hit it, clear as day. We got scared, we didn't know what to do. My brother had his cellphone, so he immediatly called the police. While it was ringing, we heard a loud bang at the door. Someone was brute forcing it, I don't know if they were kicking it or ramming it, but it was one of the most frightening things I've ever herad. My brother told me to lock the bathroom door, so I did. It took 5 bangs so the perpetrator could finally bash open the door. Then the police answered. I remember the exact thing my brother said, he was whispering, his voice could bearly be heard.
\- "Hello, there is someone in our house, I think they are stealing"
Then a pause.
\- "We are at \[our adress\]"
Another pause.
" "I'm with my little brother locked in our bathroom, please hurry"
While all that, I was sitting against the wall, hugging my knees. It was one of the most nerve racking experiences ever. I could hear the man going through all of our stuff, emtying stands, going up and down the stairs, opening cabinets, he even broke a few cups and plates (don't know why). Then I heard the sound my cellphone does when it turns off and I remembered leaving it on the kitchen table. I felt so stupid for leaving it there. Things continued for a couple of minutes, when we heard him trying to open the door to the bathroom. My brother got ahold of a big metal rod we had lying around there. He started kicking the door. "Who is there?!", the man screamed. We said nothing. Another kick. Then another. I felt I was about to have an anxiety attack, mi chest started to ache, I had chills and was really hot. I tried to remain calm but it was just too much. After that he stopped, we heard the door opening, and then silence. We waited for almost 10 minutes before going out of the bathroom. The living was a total mess, lots of papers and books on the floor. Tha cabinets were open, cups and plates on the floor. In our mother's bedroom the night stand and the closet were open and everything inside them was all over the place. Upstairs, in our room, it was the same thing. In about 5 minutes, the man was able to go through everyhing we had and left a total mess.
After that, my brother called my mom, and she ordered us to go to my aunt's ASAP, so we did. When we got there I was a little more relaxed. My aunt was waiting us with ice cream, probably because my mom told her everything and she wanted to calm us down a bit. We went back home at about 17:00. My mom told her boss she had a home emergency, so she left early. She tidied up the house, cleaned up and left everything the way it was before so we could be relaxed. I really appreciate her effort and my aunt's to calm us down and do everything so we didn't have to think about it.
According to my mom, the police got home after she arrived, at 15:00 (4 hours after the incident). She explained everything, but because of lack of evidence, nothing could be done. The man was never caught and honestly I don't think they even tried to search for him. The next days my mom was home with us.
Now I tell the story as a funny anecdote, luckly no one was hurt, and he only took usless stuff. But at the time, I was really scared. To a 9 year old, an experience like that can have serious repercutions. I'm lucky it never came to that, and I got over that after a couple of weeks. So yeah, that is my story
TL;DR: I was getting ready to go to my aunt's, when a guy entered my home and I hid in the bathroom while he went through all our possesions.
Edit: Thanks to everyone for their support. I didn't think this would make so many upvotes. Many of the replies are related to the four hours it took for the police to get there. My house was located on the far side of the city, but most important and as I already replied to some, the police in my country sucked. If you ask around, chances are plenty of people that have called the police had to wait for hours. Now, they arrive upon a reasonable amount of time, but back then news about how long it took for them to respond were common. In fact, one of the reasons for the 2019 chilean protests was the dislike for the police labour. Fortunately things now are getting better, and trust for the police, while still fragile, is improving.
Edit 2: For those who enjoyed the story, I posted another one and just got mod verified, so you can read it if you want. Peace and love. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/10bto31/i_hid_in_my_bathroom_in_the_midst_of_a_home/ | LetsNotMeet | happyghostpogs |
false | That time 17 year old me and company were making a bonfire in the forest when a gang assaulted us. Two friends got sent to the hospital | So recently I made a post on how 9 year old me and my 12 year old brother hid in the bathroom of our house during a home invasion, and it reminded me of a story that happened a few years after, during my teenage years.
TL;DR: We were making a halloween bonfire and drinking, when a gang started throwing rocks at us and then stole some of our belongings. After that, two of us got sent to the hospital and we went to face the attackers. When the police came, things didn't go as planned.
So this story is kind of a long one so I will divide it into "chapters"
**PRE REUNION (18:00)**
I used to participate in a goup that did activities intended towards children. We usually went to neighborhoods to make games for the kids and so on. On halloween, we usually went to give candy to children while on costumes. That night I was dressed up as the Joker.
So I went to the rally point and met the other guys and girls with whom we were going to give candies (we were about 30 or 40). The night went as planned, we did some games, then we handed out some candies and then we said goodbye.
Three of my best friends were there, and after the activities were over we sat on a bench and talked about random stuff. Eventually, we got to the topic of halloween parties, and how we never went to one. We really wanted to go to a halloween party, dance, drink, do teenager stuff. I'm kind of an introvert, but I've always tried to live my life so when I'm old I don't have to regret not doing stuff, and partying was one of them, so I, too, wanted to go to a halloween party.
We called our friends, but no one knew of any party. Eventually, we got on touch with our friend Luis, who was 18 at the time, asking him if he wanted to do something. He told us he was going to round up a few people and then we could go out in 20 minutes.
In those 20 minutes we went to a friends' house, we cleaned up, changed clothes, and then Luis called us back. He told us to go to a park nearby to get together. We went, and we reunited with 6 of his friends (4 we knew, the other 2 we didn't, but they were nice), thinking on what to do next because his house was now unavailable.
**REUNION (22:00)**
We didn't knew what to do, so we went to a sakteboard park nearby to see one of them do some sick tricks with his kind of excentric skateboard. We were all in awe, but after a few minutes we got tired down. After that we went to the cementery to tell horror stories (disrespectful, I know, but we were teenagers doing stupid teenager stuff). After that, Luis said "Dude, wanna go to drink?", whe all said "Let's drink", and we went to a convenience store to buy some alcohol.
I think I have to say that in Chile people from 16 on are EXPECTED, YET NOT LEGALLY ALLOWED TO DRINK unless they are with an adult. And we were with people from 18 to 21 years old (legally adult age is 18, which is also the drinking age).
So, we had the alcohol, but we didn't have a place to go to drink, so we went to a forest that was about 15 minutes outside of town. We couldn't see nothing, so we were with our phones' flashlights on. When we got to a nice quiet spot, we lit up a fire. We made sure that there was no flammable material nearby. In front of us was an open field, and behind us was a wall of bushes.
So as the night went on, we spent hours listening to music and drinking, telling funny stories, laughing, playing tag. It was a really good while, until it wasn't.
**THE INCIDENT (3:00 AM)**
Before continuing I think I have to explain what a *flaite* is. In Chile, a *flaite* is like a gangster. They tend to form gangs. Those who are in gangs tend to be really violent and short tempered. They usually carry firearms or knives. This is a really vague description, as not all *flaintes* are bad people and some are very friendly, but it serves the story so I think is well enough.
Anyways, after a while of dancing and drinking, we were kind of wasted, except for Luis, his girlfriend and her sister, all og which decided to remain sober in case something came up. We played hide and seek, and tag. It was really funny and a very good time. Then, while we were dancing, we heard something in the bushes. We thought it was an animal, like a rat or a bird, so we didn't think none of it. Then, we continued dancing around. I remember seeing clear as day a stone going a few centimiters away from my leg. I though Luis kicked it, and I told him "dude, stop kicking rocks this way". He laughted it off and thought I was drunk and joking. While I was kind of wasted, I was still in my senses. Then I saw another rock going in front of my eyes. It was like in slow motion. I looked up, and I saw on Luis' face a sheer expresion of horror. I got scared as well. The only thing he said to me was "Run". I was like "what?". And he screamed at me "RUN DUDE! Someone is throwing rocks!". I ran back to the town, to the houses and the lights. Behind me people were screaming "Run!" and "Hurry!". I ran as fast as I could, I was kind of drunk and the terrain was really muddy. It was really dark and I couldn't see where I was going, all I knew was that I was running towards the lights. I ran until I reached the same spot where we came from, already in town, then waited. I was alone, and no one came. I didn't knew where my friends were.
After a while, a friend of mine showed up. He screamed at me "Dude! Give me your jacket or something! They hit Fred on the head!". When they came closer to the light I saw him helping the other to walk. Upon seeing his face, blood was running down and dripping. I immediately gave him my jacket and called an ambulance. Then some of my other friends came, one by one. They all went to Luis' place, because it was nearby. Then Luis came. "Where is my girlfriend and my sister-in-law?" he said. I told him she didn't came through. We sent everyone to his house and waited for the two missing people, we were ready to go and face the people throwing rocks in case they were doing something to them, but then they appeared. His girlfriend was histerically screaming "They hit my sister, they hit her, she is bleeding!". We went to her and the whole side of her face was covered in blood. We rushed her to Luis' house and made sure we were all there. We were, so we calmed down. When the ambulance came, the two who got hit went there. We then called the cops.
**AFTER THE INCIDENT (3:30 AM)**
I remember some of us being in shock, others were angry, and others were kind of in the middle ground. Luis was raging, "these fucking kids", he kept saying. We didn't knew who threw the rocks, I thught we got in the terrains of someone without knowing, and the owner tried to scare us away, but my friends told me they saw a gropu of people hiding in the bushes. We left everything at the bonfire, the sakteboard, the speaker, some wallets. For me, I had everything safe.
Luis then told me and my friends "Dude, let's find these fuckers, let me call some guys and let's go after them". I was mad, but wanted to retrieve some of the stuff, so I told him that we would go but if there were too many of them then we would turn back. He called two of his friends and in 5 minutes they were with us. I knew them because of some school stuff, but they were very loyal and they both went to the gym, they were some big fellas so I felt safe when they came.
Eventually, we went out to look for the people who threw rocks. When we were about a block away from the forest, we saw them, walking with our speaker, the skateboard, and other stuff we left there. It was almost like a mexican standup. We were a block away from them and we just stared at each other. There was like 15 of them, and only 6 of us, so we didn't do anything and just turned back. As we got a good look at them, they were clearely *flaites*, gangsters, so they probably had guns and knives.
When we came back home we ran into the police car. There were two of them, one got out of the car. We told them we called and explained the situation very fast, because we didn't wanted the guys to run away. However, the officer told us "You are telling me you were drinking, being minors, and then got attacked?" We told him yes, and the he responded with the most upsetting shit ever. "So you minors were drinking, doing a bonfire at the forest in the middle of the night and are now asking me to give you justice? Don't you kids realize how hypocrite you are?" I responded with "We were in supervision of 3 adults. And not because we were drinking we deserve rocks being thrown at our heads dude". He looked at me with an expression of pure hatred, I was really scared but angry as well. He then repeated himself. We told him the guys were running away as we spoke, but he kept saying it was our fault we were in that situation.
After a few minutes, the one inside the car told the other "Hey, let´s find the other people and then we can question these kids", and the other got inside. We waited at the house, but they never came back. Eventually, we all went to our respective homes. Luis told us the next day that te policemen never returned.
**END**
So that is my story, it was a really scary moment, but now, when I remember it, it kind of makes me smile because I have a good story to tell in moments like this. The two that got sent to the hospital had to get stitches in their heads and were hospitalized for a couple of days. After a few days, we spoke of it like it was nothing, but we were really angry at the police. If you got this far, thanks for reading. Peace and love. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/10c6xn8/that_time_17_year_old_me_and_company_were_making/ | LetsNotMeet | happyghostpogs |
false | Encounter with a Creepy Man in a Poncho. | I've been debating about whether to post this or not, but I've finally decided that it's been long enough for me to talk about this.
This happened to me and my mom a few months ago, back in October. It happened in a very rural part of New Hampshire, like a side road on a side road type of neighborhood.
It was pouring out, as it had been raining for pretty much the whole day. My mom had just gotten back from down the street in my sister's car, and I was on the couch in the living room when suddenly I heard the doorbell ring.
Our front door has a big glass pane in the front, so we can look out from the inside, and someone can look in from the outside. Through this window pane, I see a man. I didn't get a great look at him, as I didn't have my long-distance glasses on. The man noticed that I had seen him, and waved as if trying to be friendly. For the rest of this post, I'll refer to him as Poncho man.
I got up, and thought about opening the door for Poncho man, but relented. As I couldn't properly see who it was, I didn't want to let a stranger into the house. Instead, I went down the hall to my parent's bedroom, where my mom was getting ready for work.
She asked what was up, and I explained to her that a man in a poncho was outside our door, and wanted to talk to us. She went as white as a ghost. Immediately, she stopped getting ready, closed and locked the bedroom door, and started checking the windows to make sure they were locked. I asked her what was going on.
My mom explained that as she was driving home, she had seen the Poncho man. He had been standing, motionless, on the side of the main street. As soon as my mom turned down our road, he started to walk, presumably to follow her. She said the encounter was weird but thought nothing more of it. Why would someone be out in the pouring rain, down a back road in the afternoon? It was like he was waiting for something.
I started to panic as well. My mom called my aunt (the two are like best friends) and asked what she should do. My aunt told her to call the police immediately. And so we did. We proceeded to pace around the bedroom, frantically looking out the windows to see if we could see Poncho man. From where the bedroom was angled, it was impossible to look at the front porch and see if he was still there, but we were desperate for anything.
After what felt like hours, we finally saw a police cat pull up. We carefully unlocked the door and went down to let the officer in. We explained what we saw, and he agreed to do a scan around the neighborhood. As he left, I noticed there was something on the doorknob. I took it off, and it was a political ad for a candidate that was running for office.
It's possible Poncho man was just campaigning for the candidate, but there are a lot of holes in that story. It was pouring out, so why would you go door to door? And why would you go that route in such a rural neighborhood? The houses are so far apart, you'd barely make a dent on foot. The time doesn't make sense either. Sure, I and my mom were home, but it was about 4 in the afternoon. Most people would still be at work, so you'd probably get no response from knocking anyway.
Eventually, the officer returned. He had found the guy down the road, and had questioned him. Poncho man was able to ID himself, and he claimed that he was a political campaigner and was just knocking on doors for that reason. When probed further, conveniently enough, Poncho man couldn't provide any other door signs, as the one he had left on our house was the last one. That makes the campaign story even more absurd. Our house is in the middle of the street. It's not like we were the last by any means, so why wouldn't you bring enough for the whole street? Even the officer pointed this out to us and said that it was unusual behavior.
Although the officer was suspicious of him, there wasn't anything he could do about it, as there was no way to prove intent. He told us to be alert and do not hesitate to call if Poncho man returns.
Fast forward a few weeks, and I start noticing that a police car seems to be permanently stationed down the road from us (about a 3-minute drive). I got curious and asked my mom about it, and she said that there were multiple break-ins into the houses down the road, and the police were doing a sort of sting operation. The Poncho man encounter and the break-ins may be unrelated, but considering how Poncho man acted, I have a sinking feeling that they are connected.
Thankfully, for the past few months, we've heard and seen nothing of Poncho man. We got a new doorbell system with a camera, and the police left the area where they were doing the sting. I hope that this whole situation is over and done with and that I never have to meet Poncho Man. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/10b2u12/encounter_with_a_creepy_man_in_a_poncho/ | LetsNotMeet | A-Ginger6060 |
false | Hooded dude | Back in 2013 i had just started on an education and after the first school period i had to to out and find an internship to be able to progress, but at the time it proved to be almost impossible to get one so while i was looking i decided to take another job just to make sure we had food on the table.
After searching for a while i found out a friend of my fiances family had his own handicap bus company (a kind of taxi service for wheelchair users or otherwise disabled people) and he needed someone to cover the night shift since it was a bus that had to be on call at least 22 hours a day, seeing that om quite the night owl i immediately told him that i'd be happy to take the job and after i got the needed license i was hired.
The job was pretty basic, pick up people and drop them off where they needed to go and sometimes use a machine to get wheelchairs up or down some stairs and when there was no trips i drove to a designated area and did whatever while waiting.
I quickly found a truck stop in the area where i could park and catch some z's while waiting, there was a gas station where i could buy coffee in the early hours of the shift and on the other side of the gas stations parking lot on the opposite side of the truck stop there was a run down resturant with a motel connected to it.
To not disturb the sleeping truckers if i got a trip in the middle of the night i usually parked on the restaurant side
After parking there every night for a while i noticed one particular room had alot of people come and go, in the beginning i thought nothing of it, but then one night in the end of the summer while i was half asleep with the windows slightly open i suddenly heard yelling coming from the motel and a dude came tumbling out of the room and started running and a few seconds later a big dude came running after him with something in his hand i could not make out what was, i thought that it was none of my business and went back to my half Sleeping waiting stage
Not much time passed and my phone went off, i had trip an hours drive away so i turned on the bus and was leaving the parking lot when i saw the big guy coming around the corner, the rest of the night i had back to back trips so i didnt park until i got home.
The day after i didnt get a return to home zone until 2 or 3 am, when i arrived at the parking lot, the area where i used to park had fist sized rocks strewn all over the place, not connecting the dots at the time i just parked a few spots over and started waiting, i fell asleep pretty fast but was jerked back into reality when a car right in front of my bus honked its horn, flashed the high beams and rev'ed its engine, i thought it was just some idiot who noticed me sleeping and found it funny trying to make me shit myself so i jumped out of the bus about to tell him to fuck off but instead of driving off or stopping the driver made the start break thing with the car indicating that i was the one who should fuck off... And then i connected the dots... Not wanting to seem like a pushover i stood still and stared at the car, not that i could actually see anything with the highbeams almost blinding me and after what seemed like a really long time but must not have been more than 30 seconds the car drove off. After that i decided to park near the trucks from then on.
A month or so passed and nothing had happened since the car episode and i figured that nothing more would if i just kept parking by the trucks, then one night i had a long 12 hour shift on a Sunday(6pm-6am) and i didnt have time to eat dinner before work that day and during the first half of my shift i had back to back trips with no time to eat, so when i got a return to home zone i quickly parked in the far end of the almost empty truck stop and got ready to eat my now very late dinner that my fiance packed for me, i wanted to watch some tv on my phone while eating so i sat with my back against the driver side door and got comfy, while turning my back to the door i had accidentally hit the door lock with my elbow, but that was my luck.
As i was sitting there scrolling Netflix on my phone i suddenly felt the bus rock and heard the clack of the door handle behind me smack back in position, i quickly turned and saw a dude with a hood over his head quickly crouching and proceeding to lay down on the ground and crawling under the bus, with a bigass kitchen knife in his right hand, i quickly got up and made sure the other two doors were locked and then i looked in all directions to see if i could spot him... He was still under the bus and i was sure as hell not jumping out this time since the knife made his intentions pretty clear, i turned on the engine, turned on the spots on the back of the bus and looked around to see if it had scared him off and lucky for me it did, i saw him run off and into a bushy/woody area at the end of the truck stop...
I never parked at that truck stop again after that night and i made sure all doors were locked every time i was parked. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/10auaif/hooded_dude/ | LetsNotMeet | Melodic-Wallaby4324 |
false | A block away from home | So, this happened on Saturday. I (29F) live in a decent neighborhood, not the best but definitely not one usually thought of as super dangerous
It wasn't even that late. Like 9.30 PM, and it is Summer in my country so it'd been dark for an hour or two at most.
I had left my friend taking transport back home and, since my friend had left in a rush, there was a thing I wanted to tell that I felt I would forget once I was home. But I got my phone taken from my hands a few months ago so I was waiting until I was in a "safe" place to take it out.
So I turn a corner, there's literally one block to my house and this is a pretty small street. I thought I was safe and suddenly, someone talks to me. His words were slurred, so I didn't quite get what he said, and it was dark, but after a moment I understood he was telling me to give him my phone or my wallet or something.
I stared and despite the darkness I saw something in his hand, which he was holding very much like a gun. I think it may have been fake, but still, I was terrified. Still, for some reason, I looked around and, not so far away, walking towards me, was another woman. I screamed for help and ran away from the man, all the while bracing myself for the pain in case the gun wasn't fake.
And then the woman yelled at me to stop running and to get inside of the building closest to us. We did.
There, after having a panic attack, the woman told me the man had been next to a car that I didn't see because I was so fixated on the possible gun. I doubt the man wanted anything other than my phone, but still, the fact was he had a quick and easy escape and that there is a possibility that I could have lost more than just my cellphone.
To the man, let's never meet again
To the woman and her friend, who walked me that block home, and also to the doorwoman that gave me water when I was panicking, I'm sorry I didn't ask your names or properly thank you but you guys are my heros. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/109siys/a_block_away_from_home/ | LetsNotMeet | nahiara15 |
false | The date that almost cost me a kidney | 🗓 April 2021 🗓
Background
My name is Janelle, I'm a 21 years old french girl (sorry about my english) student in Lille (France) 🍻.
Tired of not finding true love I decide to lose my virginity with my best friend. Then I find a fantastic sexfriend with which I get along wonderfully on all levels.. For 3 months. Then sounds the time to throw me because "I sTiLl LoVe mY Ex" (yes I still have the "seum"). Little fragile that I am I make my first suicide attempt, go to the emergency then the mental hospital.
For the smart ones among you, you will have understood that I was already in depression for a few months (under treatments I mean) with a strong penchant for alcohol. To complete this auto-destruction mechanism, what better than dating apps?
The match
A few weeks after my release from the mental hospital I match up to make new encounters and especially forget my dear and tender sexfriend.
I always meet the guys at home for a first date because I have 0 experience and that’s what I did for my very first date.
One fine day comes when I match a guy, let’s call him Mathieu. Mathieu is not very beautiful and has a few extra pounds, but I’m not Beyoncé either, so I match.
We laugh a little, we have some common tastes and especially he smokes weed so I thought: perfect plan to smoke some joints between two fucks.
He gives me some personal information like his address (no idea if it’s the real one) and his job, or rather old job, he just got fired.
Work or not work I don’t care I don’t want to do my life with him anyway. I explain to him that I am fragile and that I come out of a kind of mental clinic, that I am depressed blablah blah blah. It’s all for the sole purpose of making him understand that you can’t play with me. I also tell him that I’m looking for a sex session, but still with discussion, complicity, hugs etc and not just a shot in 20 minutes and it’s done. He assures me that this is what he is looking for too and that he is actually very cuddly! Perfect!
After only 1 or 2 days of discussion we agree on a date. Mojito party at my house and he bring some joints.
The meeting
Mathieu arrives, he is really not cute. Even worse than in the photos. He has a dirty look like greasy hair, stained t-shirt. A style of teenager who is still looking despite his 26 years.. In short I am far from wetting my panties, but I desperately need company.
I offer him to make the drinks while I choose a film on television. He runs and passes on the kitchen side to prepare 2 mojitos before joining me in the sofa.
We talk a bit, he is not very smart or very interesting.. I drown in my drink hoping to animate the party alone. And this is a three-day blackout.
Reconstitution
According to our dear Mathieu, we would then have drunk and smoked while watching a film before going into the bedroom.
I vaguely remember being naked on my bed and seeing him dressed above me looking at me before turning his heels and slamming the door.
My phone is discharging. My alarm clock is not ringing. I am away from a work group appointment so my friends are worried and call me. They can’t contact me, so they contact my sister, but she also goes to voicemail.
The girls come down from my house and ring again and again, but no answer. They call the firemen who manage to open the bottom door, but not the door to my apartment. They knock on the door calling me and I end up opening the door. Dressed in a blanket to hide my nakedness, I look at them with incomprehension.
The firemen conclude that I’m hungover and break up while my friends help me get dressed. They also think I drank too much. They notice that my body is covered with yellow betadine on my arms, legs, stomach etc.. I told them that I burned my arm yesterday and that I wanted to heal myself, but no sign of a burn or anythings on my arm. Besides, I don’t even own betadine.
They take my cat and take me back to one of them house since I am in a comatose state. I have trouble speaking, I look completely elsewhere as anesthetized and I even seem to have trouble thinking.
The next day my sister comes to pick me up so that I can stay with her for a few days: everyone is convinced that I tried to kill myself with drugs and alcohol.
I start complaining about pain in the vulva and blood loss (my pill stops my period completely), so my sister takes me to the hospital. I explain to them that I having a report may be unprotected since I was unconscious: hepatitis B vaccine, anal and vaginal samples, hair sample etc. I’m advised to file a complaint, and I’m being redirected to the OB emergency.
The next day I finally regained consciousness gently, my relatives see it right away, I am a little more lively and my remarks consistent. Meet me in the GYN emergency, I get swabs done and I get preventive AIDS treatment.
Over the course of a week, I made a series of appointments for blood samples, urine samples, etc., and I went to file a complaint with the testimony of my friends who met me at home and my sister who took care of me.
After talking about it around me to people my age, older people, but especially medical staff and the police, the term organ trafficking was more than mentioned. They think the guy chickened out at the last minute.
Despite my complaint, my bed full of betadine, my underwear torn off and the blood on the doors of my apartment (wtf??), my attacker got nothing and I will never know what really happened and what he really wanted.
I would like to point out that I used to drink and smoke in addition to my treatment and that never before have I had a blackout of 3 days. I’m pretty sure he put something in my drink.
It’s good to talk about it anyway, thank you ❤ | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/107qtl7/the_date_that_almost_cost_me_a_kidney/ | LetsNotMeet | Fap_Natic |
false | he won't leave | It all started about a month ago when a man started banging on my door at 6 at night yelling for a "mike" to come out. That he needs to see him and get cigarettes. I told him he had the wrong house and to leave. (there has never been a Mike in the house) He got even more aggressive, calling me a liar and how he was going to "come in and beat that skinny bitch you live with". I tried to call the non-emergency police line because I have never called 911 before and they didnt pick up. Looking back it was stupid but it was instinct. After some more yelling, he leaves.
I called my father who was across town to come home and what was going on and he showed up. He called 911 to file a report. The guy came back and started screaming at him.
Cops were called again, showed up an hour after the call, and couldn't find him and told me to defend myself if it came to it. I ended up staying with a friend for the night because I didn't feel safe at home.
I can be a strong person but I don't think I can do much against a drugged out man. What made that situation even scarier to me is that as I was going through my driveway camera photos, it shows him walking up to my house hours before and I had no clue.
I have really bad anxiety so the next few days were filled with paranoia and stress. But I managed to finally calm down and convince myself that was the end of it.
Come that weekend, my father went on a trip with his girlfriend so I was left alone for a couple days. I had just put on a scary movie when I heard screaming again and a loud bang.
I pull up my camera and see that he is back pacing back and forth on the sidewalk and has thrown over our trashcan. Again, screaming for Mike.
I call 911 and they show up within minutes this time and are able to stop him down the street. They tell me there's nothing that can be done since he hasn't committed a crime yet but if he comes back to call again and then they'll have more reason to hold him.
Things were quiet for a few weeks, I again believed that was the end of it. Until today
This morning my father and I got in an argument so I wanted to take a walk to clear my mind. I went across the street to a park and sat by a tree watching cars pass every now and then. Just beautiful morning weather. I noticed a truck drive down the left side of the park and turn to the street my back is facing.
He waved as he passed so I did too thinking it was just a man going to work. I wanted to show I was okay. He then pulls off onto the right side of the park, stops, makes a u-turn to come back.
Red flags instantly go off in my head so I get up to start walking home. I look back and see he's turned off his headlights and is trailing me. I get to the front of my house and he slows, I get a better look at his face this time and it looks like the man harassing me. From the physical characteristics, to his red baseball cap. He just glared at me like I took everything in his life away from him.
I get to the door and try to barge in but my father put the chain on in anger of me walking out so I had to yell to him that I was being followed and to open the door. He opens it and by then the truck was gone down the street.
I'm terrified to leave my home. I don't have a car to get anywhere quickly, I have to bike but even now I'm scared to do that.
I don't know who that man is or was or what his intentions were but I live in paranoia, waiting. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/100fngy/he_wont_leave/ | LetsNotMeet | m1ntysweet |
false | The Mugger, the silent ones and the twisted Psychoanalysis | Hello. First of all, I apologise for the lengths of my story and also my writing mistakes as I'm not a native english speaker.
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So just a detail before everything, this takes place during my mid-twenties and at the time, I didn't know I had cyclothymia so I didn't know how to regulate my mind and my life was quiet an emotional mess.
It was summer of 2020, I was back in town after a long while. At the time I was living at my grandmother's apartment (work related reasons) which was in the worst part of town.
My friend was living 10 minutes from my grandmother's place, so I was used to see him often. We used to play videogames, have long talks about life and future, smoke pot... Usual best friend stuff.That night though, as I thought about going home around 2 in the morning, my friend told me he had the end of a whisky bottle, and we could drink a glass to enjoy my return in town. We rolled up two cigarettes, pour two glasses and went walking in the night around the lot in a park, and just continued our discussion.
As we were talking outside under a street lamp, we saw a car with a bunch of guys, the just passed the street but didn't think much about it, it was "just a car passing by". After the glass and cigarette, we decided to go back to the apartment.On the way, we saw two or three guys in the street passing us. One of them exclaimed "That's them" but seemed to look away behind us. Again, we didn't think too much and continued to walk. When we arrived, my friend said I could stay on the couch for the night cause it was pretty late, but I knew I would be home in 10 minutes by bike (which is a rented city bike - important for later), plus I didn't want to bother his roomates, so I said no. I added that I was used to do this so there was no problem and he shouldn't worry. Boy was I wrong.
I packed my stuff, said goodbye to my friend, put on my headset and rode towards my grandma's place. After one minute, I saw a sketchy guy on the road, I just put some distance and that was it. I turned to take the usual shortcut : a narrow path with a big rock at the entrance to avoid cars to borrow the street. But this time, there was a car stopped right there. All doors open and engine on. - Now, it didn't surprise me too much cause there were a lot of these in the neighborhood. Silly as I was, I just assumed it was the way these groups hung out together : smoking pot, music blasting out these open cars. It was something I was used to see every night in the environment I was living in at the time. Thing is, the path being too narrow, I couldn't just pass by speeding on my bike, so... I got off the bike and started walking by only to jump back few meters further and ride again. When I was few meters from the car, a man appeared from the complete darkness, with a disturbing grin on his face. I realized there was at least 3 other guys behind me, just standing here, watching. The guy came just in front of me, squeezing my front wheel between his legs. Silent, staring at me with his disturbing smile. My brain was on alert, but I was feeling slow and hazy because of the substances I had in my system. I rolled the bike back and started to turn back saying something like "Ok, I got it..."In the middle of my turn, the man repeated himself, squeezing the wheel again. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of my neck with his hand, forcing me to lean down. Now I knew I was in a real shitty situation. He was making fun of me saying to his friends "Oh, what am I gonna do ? What am I gonna do now ?" and laughing. - Just so you know how this is hilariously stupid, people usually say I look like a nice and chill guy, and I got round glasses. That guy was rather muscular, shirtless and full of bad hash and cocaïn. - At some point, I managed to free myself from his grip and took a few steps back and turned. I was now facing back to him and that's when he threw a punch on the side of my head. White flash, I fell on the ground head first, on my back. I was hyperventilated and in a state of shock. He started to search in my pocket and bag, took my phone, headset, papers, everything I had on me. I heard the voice of a girl saying "Enough leave him alone" but he didn't pay attention as he was going through my papers. She obviously knew him and was part of the group.
Lying down on the road, I was paralyzed in fear. I remember I was afraid to draw attention on me If I tried to stand up. Also that I was afraid he would just beat me up and break my arms and legs, or roll over me if they decided to go, as the scene took place just near the back of the car. But apparently more interested in my belongings, I decided to stand up. The girl standing near the guy looked at me and said "You need to go NOW". So I took my bike and started to walk away. The other guys were around, watching in complete silence.Suddenly, I heard the man screaming "I'm gonna kill you bitch !", terrified, I threw the bike and started to sprint toward my friend's flat. I heard him run behind me on almost the whole street before he gave up. I never ran that fast even in sports class.
I knocked at my friend's door, couldn't breathe. He opened, sat me down, called the police and gave me a huge glass of water. I woke up his roommate - He appeared more annoyed by all the noise and fact I could have drive these men to the apartment than anything else. I finally slept on the couch.
This is not even the end of the nightmare. The next day around noon, I called my friend asking him to help me try to search for anything they would have left behind. We met at the scene. I found back my - now empty wallet and he found a little sachet full of cocaïn. I also found a dead crow.On my way back, I noticed a car, similar to the one of the last night in a street nearby. It wasn't moving but the engine was on. Didn't want to care. It was bright daylight and I was going home to sleep. When I arrived in the parking lot of my grandma's place, I heard a car honking. I turned back ; that same car I saw earlier. It stopped in the middle on the empty road. The men were throwing me a killer look. Screeching tires and they were gone in a second. Now I was paranoïd on top of all. Walked to the doors, looked all around if no one was watching me, removed my name from the letterboxes and went inside. That night, I layed in bed with a butcher knife under my pillow. They had all the information about me. I was terrified they would come back at night, hurt my grandmother.The Next day, I headed back to my parent's in the countryside.
Again, this is not even the end.My mother found me a psychoanalyst near their home, in a small village. I went there. He started to ask me about my bad childhood (I'm not gonna extend on this tho). I remembered I thought something was off when he started to say things like "God your childhood was not easy at all !" and personal remarks on my life. I thought it wasn't part of his job. This was the first red flag, but the worst happened after I told him what happened to me the other night. He told me that these people spread all the information about me all around the town, that I was now their "Milking cow" and their "easy target" and if I showed up in town again I should be very careful because they would know me. He added they probably assumed that we were a gay couple, and that's the reason he wanted to beat me up. Just before I leave, he told me he would like to talk about the "interesting way I dress" and what I wanted to "communicate with my different style". (Which is funny cause I dress like Chandler in the first seasons of Friend)
I was even more shocked and completely paranoïd after that. For no reason, the town's bicycle agency refused to take the police report about the bike theft, so I had to pay the full penalty. Also had to repay all my IDs and cards, the psychoanalysis bills... I ended up paying almost 1000 euros for everything.I lived reclused for 2 years at my parents in the countryside, feeling highly depressed. I felt no one could understand my distress and no one would try to help me at that moment. I felt alone.
What still disturbs me to this day is the fact that even after he mugged me and had all my possessions, he still wanted to beat me up only for sadistic pleasure. I'm so glad I have good legs.
Now, I often have PTSDs when I try to sleep and also a lot of anger and feeling of injustice inside.
So to that psycho-bastard full of cocaïn, the silent group around him and that twisted psychoanalyst that mad me flip into paranoïa,Fuck you and let's not meet again. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/zzsc0b/the_mugger_the_silent_ones_and_the_twisted/ | LetsNotMeet | Adept_Mechanic_7835 |
false | Naked Man in the Woods | This was very recent, 6 days ago to be exact.
I am a huge fan of hiking or just simply taking walks in the woods, the only time I go alone is when I am in the woods I live near, this day I was not. I was with my friend Lars in a walk about 3 hours from my house, we were planning on traveling around and staying at motels in the mean time. That day we decided to take a walk in a popular area for people who like to walk in the woods like me, the catch was that this woods was freaking huge, not really bad to us though, we were thrilled.
There wasn't much, it was pretty, we escaped the crowd but every now and then we would see someone walking by. We walked for a while until we got to this spot, not to different from the rest, except for one thing. Nobody else was around in the section, that's why me and Lars took this turn, the other turn had a bit of people. After a while of walking down this path we spotted a man, a naked man. We gave each other the look and turned around, the man was slightly off path, bent over and looking at something.
As me and Lars were walking back, talking about the strange man I heard a voice behind me, I turned to see the man, he was talking to us about the bug he picked up. I got a good look at him, he was a bit tall, nothing crazy, bald with a few brown hair beginning to grow, but completely naked I flashed the man a smile and sped up. We got out of that place as fast as we could, once we got to the car we kinda laughed, yes it was creepy but more weirdly funny.
The car ride was nothing so skip to the motel. As we are checking in the motel we see the man walk in, he was a bit hard to recognize considering the fact that now he had clothes, just torn up clothes, he waited behind us in line, good thing we were almost done checking in because as soon as we did we went right to our room and locked it with no thought. Now it was definitely creepy. Was he following us or was it a coincidence?
We both decided we weren't going to stay at this hotel for more than a night, heck I don't want to stay one night if it weren't for Lars telling me its ok. That night Lars wanted to go outside for a cigarette, I don't smoke but no way I was going to stay in this room alone. I followed him outside and we chatted for a bit, after a few minutes I see the guy walk out of the doors. Lars put out his cigarette and began to walk inside, but before we got in the guy pulled out what was probably a knife or something else sharp (it was dark I could barely see) and started carving through his sleeve and right at his arm, I saw liquid trickling to the ground and immediately knew it was blood. I rushed into the lobby and Lars got the idea and followed, we alerted the staff but by the time they got someone to come out, he was gone.
To this day I still have so many questions. Did he follow us? Why was he naked? Why was he doing that to himself? I will probably never know the answer but honestly I am still spooked, Idk what I will do if I see him again, but I hope I don't have to think about that.
TLDR: Friends see naked man in the woods while taking a walk, later that night see him at a motel cutting his arm. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/zzfwvl/naked_man_in_the_woods/ | LetsNotMeet | Sumgreen |
false | I don't know how many times he entered my apartment | I've hesitated to share this story for a long time, because I know how important the mutual trust between a resident and their landlord/maintenance staff is, and I don't want to instill any unnecessary distrust in anyone's landlord. I've shared stories before about dangerous and scary residents I encountered while working at apartment complexes, but this is a story about my time on the other side of things as a renter.
Before I had even graduated from high school, I knew I wanted to live at "Paradise Apartments." I was a bit naïve at the time--drawn in by the many amenities I would never use--but I primarily wanted to live there because the complex was pet friendly and within my small budget. When the time eventually came for me to get my own place, I sublet the only apartment they had available and moved in. Unfortunately, I came to realize the apartment wasn't as nice as I'd originally thought--the building was old but "remodeled," so it had all the typical plumbing issues and thin walls. I also learned it was not the safest part of town.
I was primarily an online student, but I had one class that met in person twice a week around 8:00 am. I'm a bit of a homebody, so I rarely left during the day, except for that class, the occasional shopping excursion, or to spend time with my boyfriend in the evening after he got off work. My apartment was a bit of a Bermuda Triangle--even though it was only 600 square feet and I lived alone, things had a way of growing legs and walking away. I had two kittens at the time and blamed them regularly for things disappearing. Something odd that kept reoccurring however, was that I'd find my underwear box out and sitting in the center of my bedroom floor on days when I had class. I didn't have a proper dresser, instead using an Ikea shelf with some Ikea boxes for designated clothes (socks, underwear, pants, pajamas). I always could have sworn I'd put the underwear box away after getting ready for class, but I chalked it up to me forgetting as a result of having to get up early and being focused on getting to class on time. Arguably paranoid, I started to think that some of my laundry was disappearing as well, as favorite articles of clothing would go into the laundry hamper and seemingly never come back with the cleaned clothes.
Towards the end of that semester, I was working one evening on a homework assignment when my boyfriend called to let me know his roommate had accidentally locked him out of their apartment. I had a key to their place, so he asked if I could run over real quick to let him in. Before I left, I made a mental note that I had left literally every light in my apartment on. Because I was living on a pretty tight budget, I normally made a point of turning off all the lights when I left, but my boyfriend only lived about five minutes away, so I knew I'd be there and back very quickly.
Sure enough, I got back less than fifteen minutes later. I immediately sensed something was off, as I could see the lights were off through the blinds. I called my boyfriend and he drove over to meet me. We unlocked the door and went in; all the lights were off in my apartment. Thinking maybe I'd had a power outage, I flipped on the main light and it came on. My boyfriend checked the entire apartment--no one was inside--but someone had gone through and systematically turned off every light at their switch, including my lizard's basking light (the only light I ALWAYS left on, because it was on a timer) and my laptop (which I'd left open on my assignment, but now the computer had been powered down and closed).
We called the emergency maintenance number and I explained that someone had been inside my apartment and that they had to have used a key because there was no sign of forced entry. The manager called me back and told me I had to be imagining things--maybe I had forgotten than I had turned off the lights before I left. I assured him that I wouldn't have turned off the computer or the lizard light--someone had been in my apartment. I told him I was extremely worried, because obviously this person had a key to get in--either they worked for the complex, or maybe it was a previous tenant/guest. I asked if they had changed the locks after the previous tenant moved out and they assured me they changed the locks after every move out. The manager suggested maybe it was a friend pranking me--someone else I had given a key. The only other people I had given keys were my my boyfriend (his key to my apartment had been locked inside his apartment on the same keyring as his own apartment key) and my mom (she lived three hours away). In any case, neither of them would have "pranked" me in this way.
The manager finally agreed to send someone out immediately to change the lock "for \[my\] peace of mind." I brought up my concern that it was someone on the staff since they would be the only other people with keys. The manager claimed the keys were locked in a special safe that required a personalized code (to track who took what keys and when) in an office with a security camera. They changed my locks, but I had my doubts that it would do much good. As far as I was aware, there were only two maintenance men that worked at the complex--one nice, older man that didn't seem all that skilled, and a younger guy with a scruffy beard that gave me a bad feeling. I suspected he had to be the one that had come in.
When I had first moved in, the manager had told me I would be getting a new kitchen counter within the first three days. I waited to move in my kitchen stuff, but after a week they hadn't come, and then after a few months I had completely forgotten about it. One day I was sitting in my living room and this scruffy maintenance guy walked in without knocking or announcing himself and I hadn't received a notice to expect him. He said he was there to replace my countertop. It took him two days to install one small piece of counter. A few weeks later, I was getting out of the shower and heard a single knock at the door. I called out, "Just one minute!" and hurried to get some clothes. Not two seconds later, the door started to open and I had to slam it shut (still wrapped in a towel) to stop him from coming in. He claimed he hadn't heard me call out, but I had my doubts. I don't remember what made up excuse he had for coming in. Another time I found a note from him that he had come in (again it didn't given a reason as to why), but that he'd made sure not to let my cats out. He also made a note about my "third cat" being cute...except I didn't have a third cat. I *did* however have a picture of my childhood cat in my bedroom on the Ikea shelf where I kept my clothes. At that point I went to the office to ask them to make a note in my file that I a) wanted at least 24 hours notice before entry going forward, and b) wanted to always be present for future entry. Now that I knew without a shadow of a doubt that someone was coming in secretly, it all made sense. It hadn't been long after the surprise maintenance visits stopped that things had started moving around in my apartment. He was also on-site all the time (everyone on staff also lived at Paradise), so he would know when I came and went. *Who knew how many time he had snuck in. How many small souvenirs he had stolen. He could have been coming in while I was asleep.*
After the night with the lights, I put my own lock on the door, but still didn't totally trust the apartment. I ended up buying a condo shortly after (with help from my parents), subleased the apartment, and moved. (Right around that time, I also got my first job working in a different apartment complex.) In the final days before I left, my mom came into town to help me move my stuff. While she was home alone--I was at a class--she caught the scruffy maintenance man trying to get his key to work in my lock. She demanded to know what he was doing and he said he was there to paint the front door. I hadn't received a notice, and he didn't have any paint or supplies. She told him he could wait until after I had moved out.
A few years later, I was shopped by the owner of Paradise Apartments while working at another complex in town, "Okay Apartments". ("Shopping" is when an employee from one apartment complex takes a tour at another apartment complex under the guise of wanting an apartment for the purpose of gaining information they might not otherwise easily give up. It can also be performed by your own management company to make sure you're doing a good job.) There were certain tells a shopper always gave, like asking specifically worded questions (Is is safe here? I'm a felon, can I live here? etc) that required specifically worded answers and were easy to trip up on, being too wealthy for the complex (Rolex watch, sports car, nice suit, etc), and being too flexible on what they were interested in (i.e. they were interested in all the layouts and were open to move in whenever). This guy seemed too old and too well off to be randomly considering an apartment at Okay (we were geared towards lower income folks). While I was giving the tour, he asked if I had any opinions on other apartment complexes in town and mentioned Paradise specifically. Normally I wouldn't bad mouth any other complexes--I preferred to win them over by showing them the positives of our community--but I told him that I probably wasn't the best person to answer that question, because I was probably the only person to give Paradise a bad review in the last five years. He asked me to elaborate, and I told him my apartment had been broken into and I suspected it was someone on their maintenance staff.
At that point, he revealed that he was the owner of Paradise and that he was "very disturbed" to hear I'd had this experience. He asked me to describe the maintenance man in detail. I assured him it was in the past and I was over it, but he insisted on calling the manager over at Paradise (still the same guy) to ask him over speakerphone if they had had any issues with the maintenance staff back in the year I had lived there. He answered yes--there had been a scruffy young maintenance man he'd had to fire because he'd been caught multiple times breaking into the apartments of single women. Satisfied, the owner proudly told me the issue had been resolved and asked if I would be willing to change my review. I told him no--none of this had changed the fact I'd experienced this, and actually validated what I had suspected.
In the years I worked as a leasing agent, I learned a lot about where complexes will cut corners to save time and money. From my experience, a lot of complexes did not switch out the locks "if the tenant was good," and a lot did not require backgrounds checks for employees even though they did require them for tenants. Keys also got passed out willy-nilly to vendors and maintenance during turns, and employees frequently got master keys that would open all doors. I won't go so far as to say every complex operates this way, but every complex I worked at was doing this when I started there. Because of my own experiences, once I began managing a complex, I enforced strict rules about changing locks, tracking keys, posting proper notices, and requiring backgrounds checks for all employees and tenants. At least here in Florida, with Miya's Law going into effect this year, background checks for employees and security measures for keys are required for all complexes. Even still, if you're renting an apartment, stay diligent. If you have reason to believe someone is coming into your home, document it and let the staff/police/family/friends know. You never know who might have a key to your apartment. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/zytgq1/i_dont_know_how_many_times_he_entered_my_apartment/ | LetsNotMeet | TeaTimeAtThree |
false | there was somebody in the window | Hi everybody! So here's my story, for context: I live away from home for school while my sister lives at home with our parents. Also, both our rooms face the street and are right next to each other. Also, I have a full-length mirror in my room opposite the window, so if I looked in the mirror I'd see what was in the window.
So around thanksgiving of 2021, I had just gotten home from school and was relishing my ability to stay up late, and so was my sister. After our parents went to sleep I was just laying on my bed, watching youtube. I had my window blinds open, and for some reason, I felt the urge to look up, so I look in the mirror. Outside someone pops up from below the window and bangs on my window super loud 3 times then sprints away. I am shaking, on the verge of tears, I run to my sister's room and explain what has happened, she is shaken up but we chalked it up to a dumb teenager. Just a few nights later at midnight, I see a text from my sister, "did you hear that", "there was somebody in the window", I felt that same fear, I take my headphones off and begin the get up when I hear 5 super loud bangs come from my sister's room. I run over and she looks really shaken, she says "he just ran to the side of the house, the wall that's right next to my bed, and he banged on my wall. Right, where my head is" We both were frozen with fear.
We made theories on who it was, but neither of us was the type to have enemies. There were no teenagers on our street. None of this made sense. Sometimes I feel that same chill in the air and sometimes I think I hear banging, the fear of seeing a face in the window isn't as rare as many would hope. So I'm praying I never meet this boy ever again. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/zwapeq/there_was_somebody_in_the_window/ | LetsNotMeet | Such-Assumption615 |
false | How my Grandfather met a Latvian Nazi by complete coincidence | Many fans of Formula 1 known about the Interlagos Racing track in São Paulo Brazil.
For those who don't know that is a region in the suburbs of the city and it's called Interlagos because it sits right between two water reservoirs.
Well, after 1945 many many many war criminals from Italy, Imperial Japan and Nazi Germany fled to Brazil. But at the same time foreigners that were not combatants also moved and someone from a European country wandering around didn't raised much red flags.
In the Guarapiranga reservoir which sits next to the racing track is a spot that my grandfather used to go fishing or swimming since it was closer than the beach as he lived in the area.
When he saved enough money to buy his first camera he decided to go to a local foreigner that did scenic flights over the reservoir in his hydroplane. According to my grandfather he didn't spoke much and was a pretty stoic guy unless you brought up booze, according to my grandfather he used to let some clues of his past when under the influence but nothing that my grandfather would immediately suspect.
Couple months pass he disappears without a trace, then my grandfather saw his picture in the newspaper. It was Herberts Cukurs, Latvian pilot who carried the most mass murders of jews in Latvia. He disappeared cause Mossad lured him to Uruguay and assassinated him.
It's not a possibility since he's dead, but I'm sure my grandfather is glad that he won't meet the guy ever again | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/zvn7ny/how_my_grandfather_met_a_latvian_nazi_by_complete/ | LetsNotMeet | nico_brazillian_lad |
false | Someone was hiding in the darkness while we were skinny dipping | That night, I was hanging out with three friends: Sarah, Nick and Mary. We were celebrating Nick's birthday at his place, which happened to have a hot tub in the backyard. After a couple hours and a couple too many beers, we jokingly suggested skinny dipping in the hot tub as some kind of birthday present. It would've probably stopped there if it wasn't for our drunkenness, so we did eventually say, fuck it, let's do it!
Now for context, Nick's house was by a forest and was very isolated from neighbours. Adding to that, it was maybe past midnight and anything past the christmas lights of dubious quality that were spread around the yard was basically pitch black. Being fucking pussies, going out there without Nick's parents home would have been unimaginable if it hadn't been for the wonders of inebriation. So semi reluctantly, I followed my friends into the night with a towel on my shoulder. We reached the hot tub that was worryingly close to the edge of the woods and we started stripping. Everything was fine for the next thirty minutes or so, apart from the occasional branch cracking. We were having fun, telling stories or rambling about stupid shit and the fear quickly faded away. That was until a deafening shriek came from the darkness of the forest, lasting for about five seconds. It sounded like a human voice, but it almost didn't sound like a *person*. We all turned livid, became silent for what seemed like hours, and I even saw Nick lose his boner in a matter of seconds. We didn't dare try to look into the forest, except Mary who just grew a pair of balls out of nowhere and picked up her phone to use the flashlight. We couldn't help but follow the light as she pointed it at the forest, who seemed unaffected by it as if the darkness was swallowing it. Nothing..
As we were about to stop looking though, the void stared back at us. Mary shined her light far behind Sarah, and it reflected on a pair of eyes and a white form in the distance. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. We rushed out of the tub without even giving a single thought about gathering our clothes. Mary and I screamed, apparently her balls had been blown to smithereens, and we all ran towards the back entrance as fast as possible. Nick immediately got a knife while we locked every door and window. We wanted to call Nick's parents, or the police or anyone, but our phones were over by the forest where we'd left them. Seeing no other choice, Nick put shoes on and made a run for it. He'd managed to get his phone, but he'd heard loud breathing coming from the forest meaning whatever it was hadn't left.
What followed were the shittiest two hours of my life. Nick got his parents to make their way home, handed us towels so we could finally cover ourselves and we gathered in the basement where there were no windows. We spent most of the time in silence, waiting for something to happen. Half an hour in, we heard another shriek, more distant. Only this time, it was shortly followed by knocks on the door that couldn't possibly be Nick's parents. Sarah actually started crying, but thankfully it stopped after that. The parents arrived and allowed us to sleep in the basement for safety. They hadn't heard or seen anything, and were pretty sure we just imagined stuff. We hardly slept, and once the morning came we went out to get our stuff. The phones, keys, wallets were all there. The only things missing were Nick's shirt and Sarah and Mary's panties (I wasn't wearing any that night). So that left us with two possible scenarios: A weird pale ass pervert spied on us in a isolated area deep in the woods, or whatever other creepy shit roams in there just decided to spook us. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/zu673v/someone_was_hiding_in_the_darkness_while_we_were/ | LetsNotMeet | LuzSluz |
false | Christmas Crowbar Break-in |
Alright, here we go. Nearly a year ago now, on Christmas I was at my Dad’s with some of my siblings. We celebrated Christmas, and then after dinner my Dad headed off to be with his girlfriend at her apartment. Left in the house were my sixteen year old uncle, my sixteen year older brother, me who was fifteen, and the youngest who was a toddler.
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I woke up early the next morning, the day after Christmas, and sat on the floor beside an outlet on my tablet. Everyone else was still sleeping, and then I heard banging on the back door. I thought it was my Dad coming back, but the banging got louder and went on for too long. For lack of a better term I disassociated, didn’t know what to do, and couldn’t move until I heard the back door break. I had been paranoid about home invasion due to our area in the city before, but I had no idea what to do and just stood there in shock.
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I put down my tablet and picked up a nearby flash light, I think to throw at whoever broke in? When the backdoor had given out, I heard him go quickly through the downstairs, stomp up the stairs, and then he was right outside of the door of the room I was in. The man opened the door, turned left, and then turned right, where he saw me sitting on the floor, beside the outlet less than three feet away from him. He was taller than my Dad, and wore completely black and a ski mask. He held a big, rusty-ish crowbar that had a blue handle. He was wide, and looked on the older side. I took a small breath, and screamed louder then I ever have, and I held it for at least 20 seconds. Once I screamed, he screamed a bit too, and then ran downstairs and out of the house.
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I went to the top of the staircase, after he was already down them and out the hallway and I yelled “PLEASE LEAVE!” As loud as I had screamed less than a second before. Looking back, asking a house invader to leave is useless, cuz he already was leaving, and also because he BROKE IN, but I wasn’t thinking the best. My screaming woke up my uncle and my older brother.
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I wasn’t wearing pants, so I put pants on quicker then I ever have, while telling my older brother what just happened as he was half awake and confused. I ran downstairs and my uncle had just come from his room in the basement. I quickly told him someone had broken in and left after I screamed. He already had a knife and told me to grab one too. I did and after making sure the robber had left the house and checking quickly on the toddler who was somehow still sleeping.
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My uncle told me to guard the back door and stab anyone who comes through while he checked the area outside/the neighborhood to see if the robber was gone or where he went. I held the knife and stood beside the broken back door knowing if someone came back I couldn't do anything, as I have never fought, and I’m a child holding a kitchen knife. So I just held the knife in hopes they wouldn’t come back, and they didn’t. My uncle came back and said they must’ve had a driver since no way could he get away that fast on foot. None of us had phones so my older brother called my Dad over Instagram on a tablet to tell him what happened.
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We explained what happened and when Dad was 10 minutes away via car and he hung up. While we all sat and waited for my Dad, we talked and realized this was likely all planned. The invader came in when there was no car in the driveaway, and after entering he ran directly upstairs ignoring the new Christmas presents, an alcohol collection, and even two gaming consoles smack dab in the middle of the living room that he ran through. He went directly for my Dad’s room, where me and my older brother were. My Dad collects valuable shoes and has some expensive watches he keeps in his closet, and only someone friends with my Dad who’d been in the house before could’ve done it, and knew the right place to go.
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When my Dad came back he asked me over and over about how the intruder looked, and I told him again and again while he and my uncle tried to think of which friend it could’ve been. I was the only one who saw the guy, and had been less than three feet away from me, I was in direct physical danger from some stranger I’d ever met. We didn’t call the cops, as the police in our area and city are known for being more than unhelpful.
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As Christmas is getting closer again I’m worried about being back there around the same time the person broke in. I’ve had a harder time sleeping and I’ve been more paranoid. I understand I was and am very very lucky that I wasn’t hurt and all we got was a broken back door, but I still honestly hate the person who broke in. I hope wherever he is, nobody likes him.
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So, house invader who was thankfully scared of a random fifteen year old screaming! Let's not meet. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/ztpfw9/christmas_crowbar_breakin/ | LetsNotMeet | Thatwasreallyuncool |
false | Be Careful Who You Give Your Keys To | Several years ago, I was in the midst of an acrimonious divorce from my then-husband, full of crazy allegations and typical angry filings centered around custody of our child. As with many divorces, friends and professional colleagues seem to pick one side or the other. In my case, there was one sort of professional contact who reached out to me after hearing about the divorce, who offered to be a witness for my case because of some experiences he related that I had been previously unaware of regarding my ex’s behavior out at networking events.
After this initial call, he started calling on a semi-regular basis to “make sure I was okay.” This wasn’t someone I knew well prior to the separation, and he was much older than I was, but claimed to have experience with divorce and custody and I figured it was a good idea to be polite and not alienate him, since his testimony was important, per my lawyer. I kept things friendly, but I always had a weird feeling about him. After a few months, he called one day that my son was very sick, and when I told him I couldn’t talk, and explained why, he offered to run to the store for me, which I honestly appreciated. But after that, he was dropping by the house uninvited, or he would stop by with cookies for my son, etc. Again, I kept telling myself to keep things polite, the divorce is coming soon, don’t make this guy mad (he had called me out of the blue, and I was worried at this point that I was walking a very fine line being polite but clearly not interested, and that if he got mad, he might decide to go testify for my ex and say who knows what).
During this time, he had also helped me set up a security cam system my dad had mailed me, and at one point, I needed someone to walk my dog, and he had offer d to do it. He used and returned a spare key the same day. One evening he showed up while I was painting and insisted on sticking around to help, even though I was having my starting over catharsis and wanted to do it alone.
Just after the painting day, he came around (uninvited and unannounced) with magazine photos of decor, and started carrying on in this manic way about how “we” could finish decorating the house. I was so weirded out that I made an excuse to leave, started ignoring his calls, and took my son and dog to stay with my parents for several weeks to avoid a drop in (I came home just for custody exchanges). I came home home a few weeks later, thinking he would have gotten the hint, and it was a quiet day.
The following morning, I took my son on an outing (something like the zoo), and we both came back hot and tired. I put my kiddo down for a nap in my bed, and decided to close my eyes with him. I woke up maybe an hour or so later and it took me a moment to realize something was way off. As I’m blinking off the sleep, I realized there was a rose bush sitting on my bedside table, that I most definitely had not put there. There was a post-it note on it - something about planting it in the yard. I started shaking immediately bc I recognized the handwriting, and stood up to go splash some water in my face and decide whether to call my parents or the police (I didn’t want any trouble bc of the divorce). As I stepped into my bathroom, I realized that the mirror was COVERED in post-it notes, all with super creepy messages that were intended as like love notes or with affection, but which all scared me. I was still waking up and trying to figure out how these notes could possibly have gotten into my house (my front door was definitely locked), but as I went from room to room, there were notes EVERYWHERE. I mean hundreds of post-it notes covering the walls, in my cabinets, there was even one inside my coffee maker. I started grabbing all of them and putting them into a pile, when I got to one in the kitchen that made my blood run cold. It said, “You’re cute when you think no one is watching you.” And I realized that there was a security camera pointed right where that note was left - the one he had helped me set up months earlier when I didn’t think he was a psychopath.
I called my parents in hysterics, sent them a bunch of photos, and my dad insisted I should not call police (remember, custody battle), but that he would drive over and change the locks and put a chain on the door. We also immediately changed the passwords on the security cameras (which had been installed to document if my ex tried to break into the house, so there was one on the front porch, but 3 inside the house, including one in my bedroom! This man could apparently see and hear everything going on inside my house for months). The security cameras I realized he had just paid attention to my passwords when I was setting up the system, but the only way I can figure out that he got into my house is that he must have made a copy of my house key the day he had it. And because my dog had gotten to know him, he wouldn’t have barked to warn me - which also scared me.
I was absolutely horrified. This man had been in my house for a long time - there’s no way he could have put that many notes up quickly, and he was right next to my face and feet from my son while we were sleeping, and somehow thought that was okay.
I left and stayed with my parents again for a few days, afraid of what he was going to do when he realized that he was now both physically and digitally locked out of my house. When I came home, my son had gone to his dad’s for the night, and I was home alone, on the phone with another friend from out of town. At about 10 pm, this man showed up at the door, pounding on it, trying the locks, screaming obscenities and demanding to be let into “his house.” Gone were all the niceties - this was someone completely furious and derailed. All I could do was hide in my bedroom until he left, what felt like an hour later. This was St. Patrick’s Day, so I am sure he had been drinking.
After that, there were several other times someone would start knocking on the door in the middle of the night, always when my son wasn’t home (I think he was crazy but not that crazy and figured if I called police he would get in more trouble if my son was there, but he knew the schedule, so I know it was him). He tried reaching out using fake social media accounts several times, always getting blocked. Years later, I discovered that he had friended my mom on Facebook and was therefore still able to see all the photos of us that she posted or shared, and there was a huge argument when I saw (she had left her computer logged in) a conversation they were having about me and how he could get back into my life.
I sold that house 2 years later, still finding new notes even as I was packing, and I am more than relieved that he no longer knows where I live. I don’t post photos of my new house online (not the front, anyway), and I have changed the privacy settings on my social media accounts. I avoid all the places he used to go, the networking events he attends, and I stay as under the radar as possible. I could never bring myself to play back the security camera videos bc I was traumatized enough and didn’t want to see just how much danger we could have been in.
Hopefully he never sees this post, but you know who you are. I hope our paths don’t cross again. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/zrcjph/be_careful_who_you_give_your_keys_to/ | LetsNotMeet | Intelligent_Pea1026 |
false | The Hotel p8 | August 8th:
I fucking called it, the octo thing was not safe to eat, no one died but I’ve been the only person here for 3 days now, apparently everyone else is having severe uhm issues with their plumping.
Since it’s only been me here I’ve just been doing my own thing I guess, the button people came back but I don’t think they have the same absurd strength because it seems like they’re just all talk, again I denied his request and he made more empty threats like
“You’ll rue the day” and other medieval mumbo jumbo
I just said “have a nice day.” And left it at that.
For those wondering, yes Lou and his brother are still here creating the same issues as always, you know it’s hard to watch the front desk, and clean rooms walls painted red with well whatever it is.
I’ve never seen a creature like the one on their floor but it almost resembled a cat, except the fact it’s mouth covers it’s hole head, I didn’t see any eyes.
Normally I’d be upset over a dead animal but something tells me this thing may have deserved it, because when I tried to pick up the head and “dispose” of it, it started snarling and trying to bite like it’s head wasn’t disconnected from its body.
The body just started running around in circle, I guess it was just asleep or something but how does that much blood, and a missing head equal being okay?
Eventually I guess it realized I wasn’t it’s attackers when its face started to reform into a normal looking cat and started to speak?
“Sorry for the rudeness of my actions sir, thought you were one of them, if you wouldn’t mind putting me back together, I swear to well swear my loyalty to thee.” In a almost Australian accent.
Starting to think the rooms themselves are like gate ways to different dimension, I mean I’m no scientist or animal expert but this thing is about as normal as an on land octopus hiding under a bed, I never see anyone walk in with them either so it has to be, I’ll ask boss man when he comes back.
Now I would like to say my previous “experiences” here would’ve made my next actions smarter but I wouldn’t be writing this if it did, yes I put the cat together well because who wouldn’t want a loyal magical cat and maybe it could scare the “button people” off.
Not much of an update I know but gonna see what all I can find out about the cat, his name is “Bobby Whiskers” for anyone wondering but I think I’ll just call him Bob, anyways gotta think of a way to tell the boss we have a guard cat thingy now; will update soon- Rob | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/173t0bn/the_hotel_p8/ | scarystories | BlackPepper445 |
false | Living the Good Life | There is a cavern in my house, and I hate it. Every night, when I leave my clean bed, my warm husband, to check on the cavern, the journey chills my feet. They feel damp, and I worry I track dirt back into my house when I come back.
I have to go there so often because I have to check on the fish. There is a pond in the cavern, in which there is a fish. Fish is the wrong word for it, but I am very tired, so fish will have to do. Sorry. It's so hard to explain clearly. I will start again.
Sometimes it is one fish - let's say the cycle starts with one, because I can't remember how it started. It's a huge gravid thing, and seems unhappy with its own immensity, its multicoloured flesh. Dim yellows, purples, greens, hard to make out in the thin light. It stays in this form for months, stultified, and I can almost relax, almost leave my checks alone. Eventually though, this form splutters to a finish, erupts into a horrible birth, as dozens of its offspring bite their way free, and eat the scraps of their one parent. For the first week or so after this, they are satisfied with the remains. The month following, they begin to nip at each other, culminating in a flashing mass of teeth and scales and blood. Then fewer are left, larger with each sibling-self they consume. And then one night I will come down and I will see a single hateful mass and everything will start again in dull, cyclical hunger.
My husband is very kind about my need to check. I sleep poorly until I do, although I worry I wake him when I go, when I get back, feet cold against the clean sheets. If I don't know what's in the pond that day, if I don't make the journey down and dully, duly, drearily at least make myself aware of the state of my house, what kind of person am I?
I should be horrified that such a thing can live where I live, I should be afraid that it will (Should I say they will? Such a hard creature to describe and I am tired) find its way up to the clean warmth. I ought to dread the neighbors finding it and hating me for such low standards of housekeeping. I think I did, at first. It always used to make more noise, more mess when people came to visit. Those nights with important dinners; my parents with their little comments, colleagues, my husband's family - they would stir the thing up, and I would have to check twice, or three times, or spend the night watching the water move, clenched in tension that it would cause a fuss.
My growing concern, however, is that while I am still enough of a person to be horrified by it (what kind of person would not be? It is horrifying. I am horrified. I am a person. It is simple), I have started to notice the horror become quieter than my apathy. My mind has started to wander closer to the surface of the pond when I am away, and I am more easily distracted by more trivial things when I carry out my checks. I have begun to wonder, offhandedly, that if I were to keep walking past the border of the pond, place one cold foot after the other on whatever scum lines the base, would it be more likely for one large jaw to close around my ankle, or feel many tiny mouths against my skin. It is a silly thing to think about. People don't do things like that - it is disgusting to think about the dead flesh of the parent wash around past my legs in the water, to have the tiny squirming things dash through my hair toward my face. I am disgusted, of course.
I don't have time for this. I have guests tonight, and they will soon be here, and will expect a happy, cheerful host. I (surprisingly, I know) am great at parties, and my husband is the only one who even knows about the fish-thing, and none of them will notice when I slip off to check between courses, in case it does something to ruin the night. It will be a great success, as parties go. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/173vgub/living_the_good_life/ | scarystories | ihavemanynightmares |
false | My new job requires me to work from 7pm to 7am. But every midnight, my task is to hide in a special room. Part 7 | [Part 1]( https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16kmrnu/my_new_job_requires_me_to_work_from_7pm_to_7am/)
[Part 6]( https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17010jt/my_new_job_requires_me_to_work_from_7pm_to_7am/)
The sky is darker. My kids, my lovely kids. They no longer listen to anything. All that matters for them is the black room, or should I say me getting out of the black room. They spend their nights talking simultaneously about it, like some freaking possessed twins or whatever, they sleepwalk, they skip school, they no longer play, they no longer fear any threat or punishment, and my wife sometimes catch them staring at me when I sleep. I had to explain everything to her.
I will not say that enough: my wife does not believe in those kind of things. For her, it should rather be some kind of chemical acting on my mind and the children's, except on her because she may have a different or stronger organism. That is the kind of things she can and prefer to process because she is really not in any supernatural stuff. She plans to call the help of a psychologist.
Unlike some people, my supervisor never blamed me for breaking any of the rules. This is probably because he broke them himself in the past, which resulted in the scar he got. Instead, he asked me to meet him at work last Wednesday, and showed an outstanding level of compassion and empathy, scratching his head to find solutions to problems that never happened before with the entity.
Once again, I seized the opportunity to ask questions about the entity and the black room, but still bumped into a wall, as my supervisor refused to tell me more, pretending not to have the full picture. He kept on assuring me on that, knowing that I do not believe him, since he reads my posts, and promising me that he will share some useful tips about the job with me, just like in the past.
Darker clouds gathered when I learned that my day shift counterpart had deserted the job without any explanation. Not believing that there was no reason, I attempted to trick my way into the black room as it is also the control room for all the cameras in order to look for any interesting footage. However, I was slapped with another rule, learning that even myself could not be in the black room during the day. I remember that even when I spent the whole day at the company after my blunder, I was only allowed to sit at the open space area, right from 07:30 am.
As seeking for answers was not against any rule, I pulled informations out of several employees who did not know what exactly happened with my day shift counterpart, except for the fact that he just ran outside and never came back. On the same occasion, I gathered a few more information about the different kinds of baffling rules other employees have to follow in this institution: everyone except me shares the rule of not being around by 6:30 pm. Some could not use specific bathrooms at specific times, there is even one who has the obligation of arriving over thirty minutes late every workday.
On Thursday, when my shift started, my first personal objective was to finally see the camera recordings. Either by negligence or by complete indifference, nothing about the past days was altered or erased, allowing me to set my eyes on more horror.
The day my colleague abandoned the job, I could see him making his way back to the entrance of the building, passing the closed black room when something inside caught his attention. I could see him talking to someone inside the room, someone that seemed trapped while trying to open the door. My colleague tried to help but the door was locked. I then saw him nodding, as if receiving instructions from the 'person' inside before he rushed to the supervisor's office and then came back to the black room with the keys. He then opened the door, stood there for a few seconds and looking inside, apparently surprised of not seeing anyone before he quickly closed the door and locking it back. He stepped backwards in fear then took off running and that was the last time he has ever been seen in the facility.
Minutes later on the footage, I saw my supervisor arrive at the entrance and one of the employees around apparently notified him about my colleague running outside. The supervisor ran to his office, then to the black room, and screamed in frustration the moment he saw the keys still on the door. He chased the people who followed him away, then seemed to talk to himself in front of the door. Afterwards, he unlocked it, blindfolded himself with a black cloth or something that he pulled out of his pocket and entered in the black room. It was around 2:26 pm. I kept on wondering what kind of creepy circus was on in this company?
At midnight, for the first time in the job, nothing happened. No creepy singing, no distortion, no apparition whatsoever and no threatening. I do not know what occasioned the day off, but I just enjoyed the tranquility, achieving a fifty minutes rest until it was 01:00 am.
The next day, there was almost war at home because I could not find my gloves and I was persuaded that the kids were the culprits. Despite searching for what seemed like decades my wife and I could not find even one of them. Therefore, I had to go to work without them, and especially, I no longer had a complete uniform or armor. If you have been reading attentively since the beginning, you know what this means.
Loadshedding was scheduled for midnight once again, and I spent the first minutes of the dreaded hour checking my surroundings in the pitch black room. Soon, the radio and the phone emitted static, testifying about the entity's presence. It did not say anything out loud or through the devices, it was not in the vent like that time, so it was probably right behind the door, silent and still, like a freaking creep. Meanwhile, though bracing myself for another terrible experience, I tried to relax, playing with one of my fancy flashlights and drowning myself in my thoughts.
Why do I call them fancy flashlights since the first posts? Some of you might be wondering. It is simply because they have extra lamps. I am not an expert in these things, but if I had to describe further just like now, well, let me say that those extra lamps emit different kinds of lights: neon, fluorescent, black light, UV or whatever they can be called. At first, I was playing around by switching it on and off in the normal and usual mode. However, at 12:51 am, I decided to try the other light modes, occasionally turning the room into a nightclub with the neon lights, but, when I switched to what I think is the UV mode, the room changed completely.
I saw traces on the wall I shined the light against, lines and curves strangely glowing in red, forming very crafty patterns that covered the black paint. I changed modes, from normal to neon and the patterns disappeared. I switched back to UV and they all reappeared. The patterns were everywhere in the room and emerged from five drawn figures, one on three of the walls, one on the floor and one on the ceiling. They looked like men, with two arms and two legs, but with mangled faces and they held bizarre and uncomfortable positions. Their bodies seemed covered with paints and ceremonial robes on top. Several tribal looking masks replaced each of the monitors and there was even a hidden door next to the cupboard.
One of the figures, drawn with its head turned on its left, seemed to look at the hidden door only visible with the UV light. I approached the figure, trying to get details about its mangled face. The iris of the figure moved as it looked at me. I gasped, jumped back and switched the flashlight to normal mode and made everything disappear. My heart racing, my forehead streaming with sweat at that point, I trembled with the device between my hands before trying the UV mode again. All the five figures, in full flesh I presume, were off the walls, ceiling and floor, and then standing on my right. I only caught a glimpse of them, and could not even hold the flashlight as I ran to the main door, forgetting about the entity that waited for me on the other side.
The moment I unlocked it, the entity violently pushed the door open and made me fall on the ground as I closed my eyes in pain and fear. I could feel its light through my closed eyes and only heard all of them roaring. Whether they screamed at me or at each other, I do not know. It only lasted a few seconds before they disappear at the exact moment the electricity came back on, of course, 01:00 am. I opened my eyes, and looked at the flashlight, still in UV mode, but no longer revealing any hidden thing under the illumination of the lit corridor and the lit light bulb on the ceiling. Still on the floor, the loud noise of the thunder outside then startled me as a storm raged on the city.
I was ready. I was finally ready to run and not look back just like my colleague. Whether in or out of the black room, I do not see any safety or sanity there for me. I am about to leave this job. The company and my supervisor? They can come for me for all I care, but they better play their cards right or I 'might' officially expose them with names and locations. I will keep you updated on everything that will unfold, you know, something tells me that leaving will not be that easy. This is not the last time we will hear about the black room. Until next time on Wednesday, stay safe. This world is crazy.
[Part 8](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1784liz/my_new_job_requires_me_to_work_from_7pm_to_7am/) | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1739igx/my_new_job_requires_me_to_work_from_7pm_to_7am/ | scarystories | AngelmZeal1 |
false | Alien Recipe | Start by sautéing vegetables of choice in a wok or deep pot.
Add a high fat oil to help the vegetables tenderize and release their aroma. After fifteen minutes of frying add desired spices and cover.
In a separate pan boil three cups of water, a dash of salt and bring to a rolling boil. Once stable gently drop the human into the boiling water careful not to burn yourself. (If using human children, measure two children for every average sized adult.)
You may hear noises from the human in the form of crying or pleading for mercy but pay no mind, this is just air escaping from their shell.
After about forty-five seconds remove the human and peel the outer layer of skin revealing the tender meat. Some reports claim the human may still be squirming, even yelling. Relax. This is perfectly normal and just nerves slowly dying.
A sharp knife between the eyes splits the skull in two revealing the tender brain. Some cultures believe this to be an aphrodisiac. Brain can be cut into smaller pieces and stored for later in the fridge for up to three days or six months in the freezer.
*(Chef tip!)*
*Did you know fresh brains are great for making Pâté or sauce? If stored for a later date, mix into your favorite broth for an added kick and 200 grams of extra protein.*
With the tendons, bones and muscles now partially cooked, put them in the pot with sautéed vegetables and add the water from the pot you used to cook the human in. The fats from their skin and bones should have mixed with the water creating a golden brown broth.
As the pot boils, skim the top for fat as desired. Whatever fat you can’t remove can be easily removed once solidified in the fridge.
Bring the pot to a rolling boil for forty five minutes and reduce to a simmer for one hour.
*(Chef Tip!)* *add a teaspoon of soy sauce for added umami.*
“So, what’d you think?” The man asked while wiping his thick glasses into his finely pressed shirt.
“Mr. Do-Mahar”
“Dahmer” The man corrected him.
“Dahmer” My apologies. I hope you can understand but this isn’t really what we’re looking for.”
The man sighed. “I understand. Mr. Wilson.” The man removed his glasses and gently placed them in his front pocket behind the pocket protector that perfectly held a red and blue pen.
Looking back up he asked “Mr. Wilson? I know this might be a long shot but do you have a ginger ale or anything carbonated?”
Mr. Wilson picked up his phone and said “I can send Gennie to the third..” Before he could finish his sentence he noticed the phone cord swinging by his wrist.
“That’s okay, she’ll have enough to deal with, I can be a messy eater.” | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/173d9zo/alien_recipe/ | scarystories | LorneBronstein |
false | Flesh | Warm skin slick with sweat. Salt against my tongue, hair draped across my pillow. I gasped as fingers traced my lips, the sheets sopping beneath me, the scent of arousal heavy on the air.
*More. Harder. Deeper.*
I panted, hips moving, teeth sinking into pale flesh, leaving dark imprints behind. Nothing would ever compare. Nothing would ever leave me feeling so fulfilled.
*Tight. Thick. Wet.*
His shoulder muffled my moans, his weight pinning me down. I gulped down air as my body tightened, the pleasure mounting, my entire being begging for release—
The bedroom door clicked, swinging open to reveal the face of a confused woman. Her eyes widened, her mouth dropping into a red void. The shriek pierced my ears, shredding the moment. The staccato of her footsteps faded down the hall, her scream vibrating against the walls.
Sighing, I sat up, the limbless torso tumbling onto the crimson-soaked mattress. Arms and legs, stained with gore, shifted as I rose, pulling on a ragged robe.
Well, another perfect evening ruined.
I paused by the dresser on my way out. Perched on the polished wood, surrounded by a puddle of oozing red, his head watched over the bed and its carnal mess, his mouth slack, his eyes rolled up to show the whites. I kissed his waxy cheek, licking iron off my lips.
“Sorry, love,” I murmured. “We’ll have to finish this next time.” | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/173d0jj/flesh/ | scarystories | firesidechats451 |
false | Power outage made me relize im scared of the dark | null | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/173n5nd/power_outage_made_me_relize_im_scared_of_the_dark/ | scarystories | TmoyeOhBou |
false | "The Haunting Trick-or-Treat Dare" | I remember that Halloween night like it was yesterday. The air was chilly, the leaves crunched beneath my feet, and a full moon cast eerie shadows across the quiet suburban street. I was determined to make this Halloween the best one yet, and that meant one thing: candy. Lots of it.
I slipped into my grim reaper costume, the one with the tattered black cloak and the skeletal mask that sent shivers down my spine every time I looked in the mirror. I knew it would be a hit, a real showstopper. My friends had dared me to go to the creepy old house at the end of the street, the one that everyone said was haunted, and ring the doorbell. They said that if I did it, they'd give me all their candy. I was never one to back down from a dare, especially on Halloween.
As I approached the ominous house, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The windows were shattered, and the paint was peeling off the walls. The overgrown garden was a tangle of thorns and weeds. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was really haunted.
Summoning all my courage, I stepped up to the creaky front porch. The wood groaned beneath my feet as I approached the door. I hesitated for a moment, then reached out and rang the doorbell. It echoed through the house like a funeral dirge, and I took a step back, my heart racing.
Seconds turned into minutes, and just as I was about to give up and leave, the door slowly creaked open. It revealed a dark, musty hallway, with cobwebs stretching from wall to wall. I couldn't see anyone inside, but I heard a faint whisper beckoning me to come in.
I took a cautious step inside, my breath hitching in my throat. The door slammed shut behind me, making me jump. I spun around, but there was no way to open it from the inside. Panic surged through me as I realized I was trapped.
The hallway stretched out in front of me, lit only by a dim, flickering candle on a dusty table. Portraits of long-dead people lined the walls, their eyes following me as I walked by. The air grew colder with every step, and I could hear the faint sound of laughter echoing from somewhere deep within the house.
I forced myself to continue down the hallway, my footsteps echoing loudly in the silence. The house seemed to go on forever, twisting and turning like a maze. Every room I entered was empty, but I could feel a presence watching me, lurking in the shadows.
I finally stumbled upon a room that sent shivers down my spine. It was a child's bedroom, filled with faded toys and old, torn posters. But what caught my attention was the bed, which was adorned with a tattered, bloodstained sheet.
My heart pounded in my chest as I turned to leave the room, but the door slammed shut with a deafening crash. I rushed to the door and pulled at the handle, but it wouldn't budge. I was trapped once again.
As I turned around, I froze in terror. A ghostly figure stood at the foot of the bed, a small child with hollow eyes and a twisted smile. "You shouldn't have come here," it whispered, its voice a chilling whisper that sent shivers down my spine.
I stumbled backward, my heart racing. "Who are you? What do you want?" I stammered.
The figure's smile widened, revealing rows of sharp, needle-like teeth. "We want to play," it hissed, and suddenly, the room was filled with a chorus of eerie laughter.
I turned and bolted for the window, desperate to escape. I threw it open and climbed out onto the roof, the cold wind whipping through my cloak. I didn't care about the candy anymore; I just wanted to get out of that house.
As I made my way across the roof, I could hear the ghostly laughter echoing from inside. It seemed to be coming from all around me, as if the very walls of the house were alive with malevolent spirits.
I reached the edge of the roof and jumped down, landing in a thorny bush with a painful thud. I scrambled to my feet and ran as fast as I could, not daring to look back.
When I finally reached the safety of my own front porch, I collapsed, gasping for breath. I had escaped the haunted house, but the memory of that night would haunt me forever.
Years have passed since that Halloween night, but I still can't shake the feeling that something evil lingers in that old house. Every Halloween, as I hand out candy to trick-or-treaters, I can't help but wonder if one of them will be tempted to ring the doorbell and enter that house of horrors, just as I did.
I can only hope that they'll be smarter than I was and resist the dare, for I know all too well that some dares are better left unfulfilled. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1739s53/the_haunting_trickortreat_dare/ | scarystories | Commercial_Book_242 |
false | "Conquering Shadows: The Redemption of the Bogeyman" | It was a stormy night, the kind that sets the perfect backdrop for a tale of terror. Lightning cracked the sky, and the howling wind rattled my bedroom window. I huddled beneath my blankets, clutching my stuffed animals for comfort. I was just a child, and my parents had always warned me about the Bogeyman.
"The Bogeyman only comes out on stormy nights," my father had whispered to me, his eyes wide with fear. "He hides in the shadows, waiting to snatch naughty children and drag them away to his dark world."
As the thunder roared, I heard something that made my heart stop—a faint scratching sound coming from the closet. I held my breath and strained my ears, listening intently. The scratching grew louder, accompanied by a soft, sinister whisper.
"Come out, little one," the voice hissed. "Come out and play."
Tears welled up in my eyes as I peeked out from my blanket fortress, my trembling fingers pointing towards the closet. The door slowly creaked open, revealing a tall, shadowy figure standing in the darkness. It was the Bogeyman.
His face was obscured by a grotesque mask, its features contorted into a twisted grin. Long, gnarled fingers reached out, beckoning me closer. I knew I should stay hidden, but a strange fascination overcame my fear, pulling me towards him like a moth to a flame.
With each step I took, the room seemed to stretch, becoming an endless abyss of darkness. The Bogeyman's whispering grew louder, filling my head with eerie promises of adventure and excitement. I couldn't resist.
Finally, I stood before him, trembling in both fear and anticipation. He knelt down and reached out to touch my face with those cold, bony fingers. But instead of grabbing me, he cupped my cheek gently.
"You are different, child," he murmured, his voice no longer menacing but filled with melancholy. "You don't belong here."
Confused and terrified, I asked, "Where is 'here'?"
The Bogeyman glanced around, as if seeing his world with fresh eyes. "This is the realm of fear, where I have trapped countless souls. But you, you are not meant to be a prisoner here."
He leaned closer, and I could feel his presence receding, as though he were becoming less substantial.
"Listen carefully," he whispered, "I need your help. You must find a way to free me from this curse. The only way to do that is to face your own fears and conquer them."
Before I could respond, the room began to crumble around us, and the Bogeyman faded into the shadows. I was left alone in the darkness, the storm outside growing even more intense.
Over the years, I grew older but never forgot that fateful night. The memory of the Bogeyman's plea haunted my dreams. As I faced various challenges and fears in life, I realized that the key to freeing the Bogeyman lay within me.
It took years of self-discovery and courage, but I confronted my deepest fears one by one. The darkness, the storm, the whispers—they were all manifestations of my own insecurities and doubts. With each fear I conquered, the storm outside grew calmer, and the room regained its light.
Finally, one stormy night, I stood in my room as an adult, the Bogeyman's mask resting on the floor before me. The room was bathed in a soft, comforting light, and I felt a sense of peace I had never known.
The Bogeyman himself materialized before me, his mask now cracked and broken, revealing a weary face beneath.
"You've done it," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "You've freed me."
As he faded away into the fading shadows, I realized that the Bogeyman had been a prisoner of his own creation, a manifestation of his own fears. In helping him, I had also helped myself.
From that night on, the storms no longer frightened me. I had faced the Bogeyman and conquered my fears, and in doing so, I had turned a creature of terror into a being of light. The Bogeyman had gone wrong, but he had also found redemption, thanks to the courage of a child who had refused to be just another victim of fear. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/173gc6w/conquering_shadows_the_redemption_of_the_bogeyman/ | scarystories | Commercial_Book_242 |
false | When I Went To My Neighbors Basement I Was Horrified By What I Saw Part V | I woke up In a room with my friend Jill and the door opened and I realized that we were in my neighbors shed and then we ran outside then Mr. Jones attacked us but I was able to get away from his grip. We ran into the woods to lose him when I heard him say “Hey girls why don’t we play a game of Hide and Seek? 10 9 8 7 6” we ran and thankfully we had our shoes on so we could run really fast. We hid behind some bushes and we saw Mr. Jones walk past us, when he was far away from us we ran and he heard us and started sprinting at us. He managed to push us both to the ground while saying “You little shits” and sliced my face and sliced Jill’s arm. I grabbed a small club and hit him with it and he fell to the ground giving me and Jill enough time to run but while we were running Mr. Jones grabbed Jill’s arm and broke her leg and sliced my leg. I finally punched him in the face and grabbed the knife he was holding and stabbed him multiple times and sliced both of his legs and I grabbed Jill and we ran to my house. When we got there the police were at my house and my mom hugged us both. We even told the police what happened and they arrested him and we were rolled into an ambulance. A few weeks later I was on my rollerblades and pasted through Jill’s house and saw her and her parents packing everything because they were moving to San Francisco and she waved goodbye to me, and I waved back and I saw Adam arguing with his parents in his house and my other friends saw me and they waved at me but I ignored them. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/173fsmv/when_i_went_to_my_neighbors_basement_i_was/ | scarystories | DangerD163 |
false | My ghost encounter in a modernist cemetery in Spain, Lloret de mar (September 2017) |
This is my first time doing a Reddit post so please bare with me, I would like to share my experience which to this day still gives me the chills. I’ve had a couple of paranormal experiences which I will share in the next posts and would love to hear if anyone has any reasonable explanation to what it may have been.
So back in 2017 I went with my girlfriend and her family on a last minute holiday to Lloret de mar in Spain. Whilst here we stayed in a hotel about 5/10mins away from a Modernist cemetery.
One day me and my girlfriend needed some space from her crazy family so decided to go for a walk and have a bit of an explore. Seeing the cemetery we thought it looked very interesting so we went in to see what a Spanish graveyard may be like (I’m from the UK). It was later on in the day I can’t remember what time specifically but it must have been around 8pm.
So we entered and went deeper into the cemetery analysing all the graves, statues etc. We seemed to be the only people in there as it was near to the time it closes (us being unaware of this). Whilst we are walking all we hear is this loud high pitched scream sounding like a woman’s voice. Now this scream was not human I swear to this day I have never heard anything like it. Me and my gf were spooked, looked at each other and instantly started running for the exit. This was a fairly large graveyard with huge fences which would be impossible to climb as they had spikey crests on the top. Now as we are running for the gate we see a man closing and locking the gate up, with this being the only exit. Thankfully he re-opened and let us out.
My eyes are tearing up and I have goosebumps trying to share this story as it freaks me out so much because we could have been locked in here through the night with it being 8pm. Now where the cemetery is situated it isn’t really close to a road or any paths etc we’re the scream could have come from. I like to tell myself it may have been a tourist but this would have been impossible with us being the only two still in here. My gf thinks the scream may have been a warning that the gate was getting locked and whoever or whatever it was, may have tried to make sure we did not get locked in.
This graveyard was very eerie and I am so glad we did not get locked in because we could have been trapped for the night. I am going to do a bit of research on this place and I will edit and update if I come across anything interesting. Any opinions or thoughts on this please feel free to share below. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1738bcn/my_ghost_encounter_in_a_modernist_cemetery_in/ | scarystories | Elmolfc1998 |
false | Hi | null | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/173mkyc/hi/ | scarystories | Celinapalfrey |
false | The road to New Wilderness [Part 9] | [\[Part 8\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/172evuy/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_8/)
[\[Part 10\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17413mp/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_10/)
Unlike the vast open spaces of the garage, the armory was a cramped, claustrophobic place, with the machinery and assembly lines packed so tightly together that it seemed Jamie and I were slipping right past the busy workers. Six long production lines snaked across the crowded room, manned by a crew of women that assembled components with robotic precision, chatting to each other above the noise. Many operated small hand-crank machines and churned out a steady flow of reloaded cartridges from piles of spent brass at the beginning of the line, some big, some small. One line produced huge rifle rounds as long as my hand, and still another dealt with monstrous steel casings the size of paper-towel rolls, packed with extra care into straw-lined wooden crates. Far to the right, a wall of sandbags stretched to the ceiling, with a doorway in it marked ‘Shooting Range; always wear ear protection’. To my left, a chest-high counter separated us from the rest of the workshop, and close to a dozen men were busy working behind it with huge machines, mills, lathes, and hydraulic presses the size of truck engines.
One of the workers, a tall, lanky guy with curly red hair, looked up from his task and spotted us. He walked over to the counter, pulling his round welder’s goggles higher on his forehead, and leaned forward on one elbow with an ornery grin.
“Hey pretty lady, going my way?”
“Easy there, cowboy.” Resting her hip against the counter, Jamie jerked her head at me. “I’ve got a newbie here. This is Hannah Brun. Hannah, this rascal is Andrew Hoppman, chief armorer, and professional troublemaker.”
Andrew straightened up at that, wiped his hand clean on his apron, and reached across the sheet metal countertop to shake mine. “Welcome to the madhouse.”
I couldn’t help but smile, something about his carefree demeanor putting me at ease. “Thanks. It has been a *crazy* morning.”
“Ha! She’s got jokes.” Andrew’s grin brightened, and he threw a wink at Jamie. “I like her already. So, I take it you’re looking for a bang-stick?”
My expression slipped a little, and I blinked at him. “A what?”
Jamie rolled her eyes. “A gun. You’ll have to excuse him, he gets overly stimulated around firearms.”
“And around you.” Andrew’s mouth drew into a line halfway between serious and mischievous, one that froze Jamie to the spot, and brought a rosy blush to her face.
“Behave.” She tried to snap at him, but the grin she wore, and the way she had to stifle a giggle, told me everything I needed to know.
I dropped my gaze to my shoes so neither of them could see my disappointed grimace.
*Is everyone in the world in a relationship but me?*
“So, Brun.” Andrew turned his attention back to me and sized me up like we were in a boxing ring. “What’re you looking for? Not much in ways of options right now, what with all our metal being put towards the mechanized weapons, but I’ve got a few basic choices that could suit you.”
Grateful for a distraction from my intrusive thoughts, I glanced at the Kalashnikov hanging from Jamie’s shoulder. “Well . . . I don’t know, honestly. I’ve never really used a gun before.”
“A newbie in more ways than one, eh?” Andrew tapped his chin in thought, then held up a finger to dart back into the workshop. “Let me see what I’ve got.”
I waited with Jamie, who seemed just as curious as I was, the two of us craning our necks to see what Andrew was up to. He stood out of sight, and above the whine and hum of machinery, I could just discern him muttering aloud to himself.
“Nah, too much recoil . . . hmmm, not bad, but there’s not much ammo for it . . . nope, still gotta fix this one . . . ah hah!”
Reemerging a few moments later, he placed a bundle wrapped in oily rags on the countertop, beaming with pride. “So, it might be a little unconventional for a newcomer, but you seem like the kind who can handle it. Behold . . . the Hoppman Type 9.”
The gun was machined from round steel tubing, with a wooden stock on the back and a strap made from what looked like an old belt. A curved magazine stuck out of the bottom of it, and the stubby sights were welded onto the top of the tube that held the short barrel, the entire thing blued to a dull black sheen. Black skateboard tape had been wrapped around the pistol grip behind the trigger guard, and the words ‘A.H Type 9’ were stamped into one side of the receiver.
Despite my nervousness about the prospect of shooting, I’d never seen a gun up close, and picking it up, I marveled at the weight of the weapon in my hands.
“I designed this one myself.” Andrew pointed to each part of the firearm with earnest. “Almost everything is made here in the armory, since we don’t get much outside contact these days. The selector switch lets you make single or full-auto shots, the stock has a cleaning kit inside it, and I even added a heat shield to keep you from burning your fingers when the barrel gets hot. It’s open bolt, so it’s simple to maintain, and a breeze to shoot.”
“Cool.” I turned it over in my hands, unable to stop the grin from spreading over my face.
“Once you start going on combat patrols, you’ll be able to scrounge a better one.” Andrew slid a canvas bandolier with more homemade magazines across the counter to me and stacked several boxes of cartridges next to it. “After all, nine-mil won’t do much against anything bigger than a horse. But you can keep this one as long as you want. Just take good care of her; she’s one of my best after all.”
My eyes widened, and I realized that he meant I could keep it. “Wait, really? It’s mine?”
“Of course. Compliments of Hoppman Arms Incorporated.” Andrew made a mock bow, reached behind the counter, and produced a brown leather belt lined with a few small pouches, a knife hanging from a scabbard on the side. “Now, this is your war-belt, good for carrying small things, like spare bandages, a compass, or extra ammo for when you get paid. I even threw in a free blade, forged just this morning. You can make more money running errands for the workers or researchers outside the walls, just remember to pull your weight, and pay your fair share in taxes.”
At the reminder of what such weaponry was for, I fought a churning in my guts. On one hand, I’d just been given my first ever gun, for free no less. On the other hand, that was because I would soon be going out, at night, to fight monsters that would give serial killers nightmares. It was as though I’d stumbled into an apocalyptic Christmas, a prospect both exciting and terrifying.
Unabashed by my trepidation, Andrew set his hands on his hips in pride at his workmanship. “I already put your first week’s salary in the little pouch, so be sure to check out the market for stuff you might want to add, like a holster in case you come across a nice handgun. Technically it's cheaper to ‘find’ a pistol out in the zone, but who knows how its last owner treated it? If you want quality, the armory can give you the best money can buy, with free repairs and modifications.”
“A true artist.” Jamie threw him a devilish smile as I slung the strap of the gun over my shoulder. “You off tonight?”
Andrew winked. “Name a time and place.”
She leaned across the counter to press her lips to his cheek. “I’ll come find you.”
“I’ll be waiting in shower five then.” He crooned back to her, and waved goodbye as we headed for the range.
It was much cooler and quieter on the other side of the sandbag wall, and a wooden partition separated us from a series of small tracks on the concrete floor that held carboard cutouts in various silhouettes. Grabbing some earmuffs from a nearby rack, Jamie showed me how to load the little pistol cartridges into the magazines from my gear and coached me on the basic rules for gun safety.
Before long, I stood at the firing line, a set of protective earmuffs on my head, the weapon in my hands.
“Now, since this is a submachine gun,” Jamie nudged my feet into a proper shooting stance with her boot tip, and pointed to one of the targets, a piece of paper with a vaguely human silhouette drawn on it in black marker. “It’s going to jump around a little when you’re shooting full auto, so hold on tight. It’s not like in the movies where you spray and hit everything, you’ve got to use short bursts, or you’re just wasting ammo.”
I gulped, my nervousness returning. “Okay.”
She met my eye and made a sly grin. “You’ll be fine. Trust me, once you get into guns, you never want to go back.”
After a few more instructions on some marksmanship fundamentals, the time came, and I pushed the little metal switch from safe to semi as Jamie instructed.
Letting out a shaky breath, I squeezed the smooth, cold trigger.
*Bang.*
A puff of smoke sprang up in my field of vision, and the gun jolted slightly in my hands, but other than a small nudge against my shoulder, it remained in place. I had half expected some painful jab, some horrible explosion, or uncontrollable jump of the weapon, and the smoothness of it both surprised, and confused me. Had I even fired it at all?
*Bang.*
The cardboard cutout I was aiming at jerked, and I noticed a little hole in it.
“There you go.” Jamie stood to my left, her arms crossed in satisfaction. “Just aim a little lower, and to the right.”
Once more, I squeezed the trigger, and shot by shot, my tension melted away. Andrew’s gun had almost no recoil, and despite the homemade sights, it was easy to aim with. The smoke wasn’t too bad, and dissipated quickly, so I sent bullets into each of the little cardboard cutouts, my aim improving by the minute.
“Now,” Jamie pointed to my selector switch with a knowing glint in her eye. “Go full auto and give the trigger a light squeeze.”
My throat tightened up again, and I wondered about potentially losing control of the gun, but I did as I was told.
Squinting down the stubby sights of the gun, I tapped the gun’s sheet metal trigger.
*Brat-tat-tat-tat.*
Like an old-fashioned typewriter, the little gun chugged along in my grasp, spitting out a rain of brass casings from the ejection port on the right side. As it turned out, full auto was fast but controllable, and I managed to get at least five bullets in each target with light touches on the trigger. Jamie turned on the shooting range’s electric track system, making the targets move, and that added more of a challenge to it, which I found I rather enjoyed. She taught me how to change magazines at speed, and when the bolt clicked empty on my last magazine, I was grinning from ear to ear, the acrid smell of cordite in my nose.
*Okay, I can see why people like this.*
“Told you.” Jamie picked up a dented tin pail from the corner and held it out to me. “Now, for the glorious part; brass cleanup. Then, we can introduce you to the wonderful world of firearms maintenance.”
I squatted with her on the cement floor, gathering the smoking casings so the women just on the other side of the wall could reload them, and felt bold enough in that moment to throw her an inquisitive look. “So, you and Andrew, huh?”
Jamie made a modest shrug, her pleased smile tingeing red around her cheekbones. “He’s nice, always generous, and he makes me laugh. Not like some of the creeps who wanted to play grab-ass in high school. Plus, since he’s good at what he does, Sean doesn’t really send Andrew on many patrols, so . . . you know . . . I don’t worry as much.”
That last bit stole some of the warmth from her, and Jamie’s face clouded in thought as she turned a spent pistol casing over in her palm. Pain rippled through her expression, and I remembered what Jamie had told me in her room, what she’d lost.
A world long gone, like last year’s leaves, rotted beneath the summer sun.
*And just last week I was feeling sorry for myself for sleeping alone.*
“You guys are good together.” I met her gaze, trying to encourage her as best I could. “You’re really lucky.”
She flashed me a grin, and Jamie stretched to crack her back. “Course I am. I’ve got Hannah the Mutant Killer with me. That’s lucky in and of itself.”
Something about that name stuck in my head and dragged a smile across my face. For once, it didn’t feel like something given out of pity, or as a reflection of someone better than me. This was a true nickname, one I’d earned, and I shouldered my new submachine gun to follow Jamie out of the range, a spring in my step.
*Hannah the Mutant Killer. It’s got a nice ring to it.* | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1737x0q/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_9/ | scarystories | RandomAppalachian468 |
false | The Haunting Secrets Of The Forbidden Caribbean Mansion | In a secluded and forsaken corner of the Caribbean, where the sea whispered enigmatic secrets to the ancient sands and shadows cavorted under the moon's caress, there stood a grandiose ancient mansion. Its timbers groaned beneath the weight of bygone centuries, and its walls murmured incantations lost in the annals of time. This abode, ensconced in a mystifying aura, beckoned forth the Thompson family. John, the sceptical patriarch, whose doubts crumbled like ruins before the allure of the enigmatic; Sarah, the mother, whose artistic spirit resonated with otherworldly murmurs; and Emma, their daughter, a daring soul who ventured where others quailed.
Upon crossing the threshold, the house seemed to awaken. The wind outside howled in a tongue forgotten by mortal ears, and the shadows within the mansion writhed like spectres yearning for liberation. Yet, the Thompsons, blissfully ignorant of the dark history woven into the very essence of the house, dismissed these eerie occurrences as mere tricks of perception. Little did they fathom that ancient spirits of the Caribbean observed, patiently awaiting an opportunity to unveil the mysteries buried beneath layers of time and tide.
As twilight descended, the house burst into life. Candles flickered in the gloom, casting eerie, dancing silhouettes on the walls. Unseen hands rearranged furniture, and ghostly whispers reverberated through the halls. Sarah, attuned to unseen forces, sensed the weight of ages pressing upon her heart. Emma, too, began to perceive the lingering presence within the very bones of the house. Curiosity led them to a concealed chamber, its entrance hidden behind a tapestry that seemed to undulate like water under the moon's enchantment.
Within that clandestine chamber, they stumbled upon the remnants of a forbidden ritual—a weathered grimoire, relics of long-forgotten ceremonies, and a diary belonging to Isabella, a voodoo witch whose spirit had become intertwined with the ancient foundation of the house. Through the pages of her diary, the family unravelled her desperate attempts to evade mortality, her macabre bargains with forces beyond the veil, and her eventual entrapment within the very walls of the house that had once been her sanctuary.
As the nights waned, Isabella's spectral presence intensified, her essence intertwining with the fabric of the Thompsons' lives. The air thickened with the scent of incense and the distant murmur of incantations. Shadows took on a life of their own, and the family found themselves ensnared in a dance of destiny and dread.
In the depths of despair, Emma, the valiant soul, delved deeper into Isabella's secrets. Guided by a mixture of dread and determination, she unearthed an ancient ritual—a ritual that held the key to severing the voodoo witch's shackles. With trembling hands and a heart pounding like a drum in a sacrificial rite, Emma recited the incantation. A blinding light engulfed the chamber, and Isabella's anguished cries pierced the veil between worlds.
In that moment of blinding brilliance, Isabella's hold over the family faltered. Her spectral form twisted in agony, and with a final, mournful wail, she was banished from the house. The ancient timbers groaned, as if relieved from an eon-long burden, and the air filled with a sense of sublime tranquility.
The family, weary yet triumphant, emerged from the ordeal forever changed. The house, once a sanctuary for dark forces, now stood silent and still. However, the shadows of that harrowing night lingered, woven into the very soul of the mansion. The Thompsons departed, carrying with them the burden of untold secrets and a newfound comprehension of the mystical forces that lurked beyond the veil of the mundane.
The saga of the Thompsons and the voodoo witch transformed into a hushed legend, shared among those brave enough to tread the realms where the ethereal met the earthly. The house, now shrouded in an aura of mystery, stood as a testament to the tenuous boundary between worlds, reminding those who beheld it of the inscrutable wonders and horrors that dwelled just beyond mortal understanding. And within the hearts of those who heard the tale, the question lingered: What otherworldly secrets lay concealed beneath the facade of the ordinary, waiting to be unveiled by the intrepid and the inquisitive? The night, as it perennially does, guarded its mysteries closely, leaving the world to ponder and fear the unknown that lurked just beyond the flickering candlelight. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17376ow/the_haunting_secrets_of_the_forbidden_caribbean/ | scarystories | NocturnalCreepypasta |
false | Huntress in the Crimson Night | The coachman drives up her driveway, halts the horses, and, all the while throwing her quizzical and suspicious looks, he knocks on her mansion’s door. Not an instant later, Lady Adder’s butler opens the door.
“My Lady,” Jean-Luc says, “this is an ungodly hour.” The butler is a tall and strong man who sports a thin mustache and a hairstyle that screams immaculate care for one’s image. He glances at the sun coming up over London, a few wisps of sunlight striking her clean windowpanes.
Lady Adder steps out of the carriage. The butler takes one good look at her, at her subtly ruffed clothes, at the shawl she wears over her head. He adds at once, “I trust the auction went well, yes?”
“Ungodly hour is not enough to describe this tomfoolery,” the coachman says. He is short and stout, rude, and speaks entirely too much. “Never have I seen someone fetchin’ a sculpture before the sun rises!”
“I told you, man, the artists I buy from are very eccentric people,” Lady Adder explains. “They think it ill luck to sell works of art in broad daylight.”
“Aye,” the coachman says, not very convinced. “I figure that makes sense.” He walks to the back of the coach and lifts the rope holding a tarp. Underneath is another one of Adder’s beautiful creations. Or rather, de-creations. The ruddy man stares at it for a second and shudders. “It gives me the willies.”
“My Lady has a very realistic taste,” Jean-Luc says in that way of his that makes it impossible to think badly of him. “Truly, you must see the artistic value it represents.”
The sculpture is the size of a tall adult and has the shape of one. The subject is holding his hands across his face as if shying away from a projectile, and in his face is a look of abject horror with a hint of perversion, or even satisfaction.
The coachman looks away. “Yes—huh, yes, sir. Looks very posh. Very modern, yes.”
“Why don’t you two carry it inside? You know? Make yourselves useful.”
Jean-Luc gives Adder a dead look while the coachman confusedly says, “Of course, of course, right away.”
The two of them struggle to take the statue out of the coach, then struggle even harder to take it up the steps. If not for her propriety’s sake, Adder would help. Even if she decides to ditch that aspect of society for today, she is wary of moving too much and exposing her clothes. There’s blood in them. Blood which can prove incriminating given that night’s events.
Though the butler is not breaking a single sweat, the coachman’s face looks like a bottle of red ink about to sizzle and burst. The two men have to rest every dozen steps or so. Adder would like to sneer and make fun of the stoic Jean-Luc, but her thoughts are unable to float to better seas. They’re stuck in that realm where every action of hers is analyzed and critiqued by her most severe selves.
Five women dead because she wasn’t smart enough.
Five dead because she wasn’t quick enough.
Not to mention the others, killed by idiocy, by mimicry. Sure, she stopped one killer, but it would be hell to find all the others who were following in the footsteps of a madman.
“Madame?” Jean-Luc calls. The coachman is behind him, huffing.
“I’m sorry, Jean-Luc. I gather I’ve simply become tired.”
His eyes linger on her. “I’ll be sure to draw a bath as soon as the sculpture is in place.”
“Thank you, Jean-Luc.”
Her butler and the coachman finally enter Adder’s favorite place in the mansion: an incredibly long corridor that parts her garden in half, with two rows of sculptures on each side: the Hall of Stone.
The coachman whistles. “This is the bee’s knees, my Lady. I’ve sure never seen such a fine collection.”
“It is,” she replies, wear in her voice. She needs to sleep. She needs to rest. She needs to plan her next steps.
“Now, where shall we set this marvel?” The coachman slaps the sculpture.
Jean-Luc points at the distance. “On the other end of the corridor, my good man.”
The coachman pales, but Jean-Luc produces a small kart out of a discrete closet. The coachman relaxes his shoulders so much he turns even rounder.
“Is it okay if I appreciate your collection until the statue’s in place, my Lady?” he asks.
Adder is deadly anxious to take off her shawl. Her snakes slither, eager to relax in the open air. They are as tired as she is.
Nevertheless, she says, “Sure. You’ve worked well tonight. You may appreciate this treat for the artistic soul.”
The Hall of Stone is organized by epochs. Near the entrance, all the statues sport either armor, togas, or rags. The clothes turn increasingly more European until, minutes’ worth of walking later, they become Victorian, in fashions very much of the present day. The coachman gets increasingly uneasy with each sculpture. All of them hold expressions of terror, fear, or outright vileness, if that term can be applied to regular humans.
“Very garish but very artistic, yes,” he says. “They look very lifelike. You must have an eye for finding true talent in sculptors, though I do reckon that true appreciation of these pieces is better left for men with a better sense of art than mine, my Lady.”
“Nonsense,” Adder tells him. “We can all appreciate the worst moments of humanity. That’s what my collection holds.”
“I don’t mean to be rude, my Lady, but shouldn’t art be more—aesthetic?”
“Who said anything about art, my good man?”
Adder stops at an empty spot. She motions Jean-Luc to put the sculpture there. He and the coachman do so.
“I can say this is a rather interesting model, Madame,” Jean-Luc says.
“May I ask who the model was?” the coachman says.
Adder takes a moment to study her creation. She answers, “The most famous nobody you will ever set your eyes upon.”
#
As soon as the coachman leaves and Jean-Luc tips him nicely for his trouble, the butler draws Adder a nice bath. The light of the morning’s first hours throws the water into a pleasing yellow-orange tone. Finally, she takes off her shawl and her blue-tinted glasses and eases into the water. Her wounds bristle against the warmth, though the beautiful snakes she has for hair bask in it, diving their small heads into the water, scooping it up, letting it fall, like toddlers playing.
Jean-Luc stands by the window. He is fully aware of her true essence. A monster, for some. A gorgon, for others. For Jean-Luc, she is simply his Lady Adder, the one who saved him as a child.
“May I inspect your wounds, now, Madame?”
“You may.” She sits up straighter in the tub and closes her eyes. It’s a shame—she will never be able to look into the eyes of those she trusts without killing them.
She hears Jean-Luc coming over and walking around her. “You’re breathing fine?”
“I am.”
“Raise your arms. How do your ribs feel?”
She was punched there. “Hurt and numb.”
“A lot?”
“Hmmm—moderately.”
Jean-Luc leans in closer and touches the snakes on her head. “One of your darlings is a little odd. Were you hit in the head?”
“I was, twice.”
Adder had had some of her darling snakes die on her in the past, and it was like losing a lifelong friend to the whims of fate. Jean-Luc disappears to the kitchen to fetch some of the whisks of rat meat he keeps at hand. He comes back and feeds the snakes, one by one, giving special attention to the one who took the brunt of the hit.
“So you caught him, Madame?”
“I did.”
“Did he get anyone else?”
She quiets. Then, “He did. A girl named Mary Jane. Mary Jane Kelly.”
“Poor gal,” Jean-Luc says. He is trying to comfort her in the only way he knows how. “At least no one else will follow. You did good, Madame.”
Adder snorts at this and sinks into the bathwater. “Vincent killed five women. Five. But more were murdered because his crimes were sensationalized, and there were monsters dumb enough to follow his example. More will die. I don’t plan on making him more famous than he already is. I want his true name to never come up in a history book. I want him forgotten.”
“Vincent,” Jean-Luc tries the name in his mouth. “That’s his name?”
“It is. Vincent Tompkins. An accountant. He is—was—a normal man. How was I supposed to find him? He lived near Whitechapel with a family that seemed healthy. He had a wife and a daughter and was well-liked by friends and acquaintances. It took me weeks to even put him on my list of suspects. Goodness, Jean-Luc, these people lived with a monster without ever knowing.”
Jean-Luc starts rubbing her back. By Jove, she is sore. “He was a pretender.”
“No, ‘pretender’ doesn’t cut it. Calling him a monster doesn’t cut it. He was a demon. A djinn. A vulture.”
“You usually aren’t hurt this badly. What happened?”
Before replying to that, Adder tells Jean-Luc that she wants to open her eyes. Promptly, he walks back to the window overlooking their garden. “You can open them now, Madame.”
So she opens her eyes. “He sensed something wrong in me.” She utters a dry laugh. “A monster, recognizing another in the wild.”
“You’re no monster, Madame.”
“I’m no human either.”
“Such dualities are prevalent in our society, but not in better minds. You may not be human, but that doesn’t mean you are not humane. I repeat: you are no monster.”
“Anyway, he recognized me, sensed some kind of danger when I approached. Jean-Luc, he refused to look into my eyes. He knew there was something wrong with them. At first, he ran. So I followed. As I got too close, he attacked me.”
“You were armed. You should have defended yourself,” Jean-Luc says, but he knows why she didn’t. She hates maiming her creations. She wants them to be saved as they truly are. As they truly were. She wants to forever savor that last look of fear. Or, in some cases, that of acceptance.
She looks beyond Jean-Luc, beyond the garden, at the rising sun. A couple of birds pass through, blocking the sun for ephemeral moments. Would it do any good? Her actions—will they change anything? She kept hundreds of men she’d petrified in an attempt to remove their ill presence from this world—all but a small sample of the thousands she’d turned to stone in antiquity. Despite her best efforts, there are still wars, there are still horrible crimes, there are still corrupt politicians.
There still is too much evil.
As if reading her thoughts, Jean-Luc says, “At least you’ve caught him now. He won’t kill anyone else now.”
But he did. Five women. Having turned Vincent to stone will never bring them back.
#
Adder had some routines in place. There were particularly bad streets in London, bad neighborhoods where crime was of particular regularity. Coppers always opted to circumvent those places; it was easier to ignore the worst slums than it was to protect the innocents living in them.
Enter Lady Adder. Using a discrete shawl and a regular outfit made of a brown skirt and a gray undershirt, she patrolled the worst places of London. One of these places was Flower and Dean Street and the entire East End region. Adder had caught a good handful of men who abused their authority and had turned them to stone, five of which she’d sold for a hefty price as sculptures in the last year. She’d struck a casual sort of friendship with many of the prostitutes there, as well as with the women who simply stumbled on some bad times.
That was how she’d first came to know Mary Ann Nichols. Nichols was a happy gal with a bad turn for alcohol and terrible luck in life. She had had a terrible husband in her youth, a terrible job, a terrible everything. Adder was eager for the day in which she’d patrol Flower and Dean Street or Thrawl Street and Nichols would not be there, but far away, in search of a better life.
Instead, on the August thirty-first, Adder read of Nichol’s death in the newspaper. Sliced throat. Mutilated. Repeatedly stabbed.
This woman was a drunkard but was not hated by anyone. If anything, those who knew her pitied her. Adder’s experience told her the murderer had not acted in haste or anger, but out of twistedness.
London Metropolitan Police set Frederick Abberline on the case after rumors of this being a serial killer emerged. But Adder knew better. While the previous murders in the city were most probably related to gang violence, Nichols’s felt special. It felt like it was the start of something.
Adder prowled like a hound during that first week of September. There was a lot of talk concerning Nichols. Some called her murder justified because she was unmarried. Because she was a drunk. Her snakes went feral whenever a comment like this was passed around.
The list of Adder’s suspects grew, little by little. By the end of the following week, she had the names of eight men and three women on her list of potential killers.
Then, on the morning of the eighth of September, Adder woke up after a late night to panic on East End. The body of a prostitute Adder had encountered but never spoken to, Annie Chapman, was found early in the morning. Through the morning paper and by spying in the right places, Adder pieced together the crime scene.
Her coat was cut. Left to right. Disemboweled. Intestines removed, set over her shoulders.
Despite not hearing it anywhere, Adder thought it likely the killer had taken an organ. If he ripped open Annie Chapman’s intestines, then it was likely he had taken a trophy. Chapman’s pills, a comb, a piece of torn envelope, and a frayed muslin were some of the random objects found at the crime scene. A leather apron was also left in a dish of water.
The killer, Adder was sure, left the items there only to confuse the detectives and the public. Every part of the crime scene was deliberate. Each item could be traced to a different clue, leading to a different kind of suspect.
The killer knew he wouldn’t get caught. He’d never reveal his identity. He was making fun of everyone who thought he’d be found out one day. Whoever he was, he was in it for the long run.
Adder went after each and every one of her suspects, but none behaved in any way that would hint them as the murderers. Only a local bootmaker raised her suspicions—a man named John Pizer, who often publicly pestered women known to be prostitutes. Adder believed he had previously attacked some, but until she had solid proof, she wouldn’t turn him to stone. He came to be known as Leather Apron after he was taken in as a suspect by the coppers. Adder didn’t believe the man would be capable of the crimes—he was a coward. Too obviously a coward.
Londoners were in a panic, and newspapers only exacerbated that panic. Media was a cancer that ended up costing some people their lives. Jean-Luc notified Adder a few days later of a couple of murders in the southern part of town. People were sending letters to newspapers pretending to be the killer, some going so far as to actually kill.
It got crazy, fast. People broke into the police station on Commercial Road on the grounds that the coppers already knew who the killer was and were keeping him there. Rewards were offered for the head of the killer. Even a committee was founded by locals of Whitechapel.
Adder herself barely slept. Her list of suspects grew every night. She’d spy over brothels, over restaurants, over alleys, over everything. Her nights were spent in blind protection of the people of Whitechapel.
It got to the point where she had to bring Jean-Luc with her to make sure she stayed alert.
One week passed. Then another. Jean-Luc and she labored over every letter that was sent to the papers, over every postcard that was possibly sent by the murderer.
During the final week of September, Adder began to cut off suspects from her list until she was down to five. Five men whom she’d crossed, more than once, roaming about in the night.
It was on the thirtieth that her hard work paid off.
#
Lady Adder is in her bathrobe, petting her snakes, studying the sculpture of Vincent Tompkins. There’s a spot of a rough texture on his shirt. Blood. Mary Jane Kelley’s blood. Looking at it, Adder can hear the spurting sounds of her innards as Vincent took her apart. That visceral stench, the taste of iron permeating the very air she had breathed just hours before, the red tinging the clothes she’d been wearing, the wetness of the blood clinging to her skin.
At least she’d gotten to see horror on that monster’s face. Vincent had gotten to see the inner part of her that not even Jean-Luc nor Perseus had seen. Her true essence. Her true appearance.
She’d needed to become a monster to take down another.
She was a monster, wasn’t she?
“Madame.”
A reassuring hand falls on her shoulder. She immediately puts the sunglasses on and looks at Jean-Luc.
“You are not like him,” he says.
“I know.”
“What will you do now, Madame?”
“I’ll rest today. This man put London on chaos, and part of that tired me by itself. I’ll still have fires to put out in the next couple of weeks. There’ll be copycats sprouting all over London.”
“You can’t take them all by yourself, Madame.”
“No, I cannot. But I can certainly try.”
“You should rest, Madame.”
“So should you, Jean.” She tries to give him a sympathetic look, resulting in a mere sad smile. She turns around to leave. “You’ve been up all night.”
“So have you. Madame? Where are you going?”
“To get dressed,” she replies.
“To go where?”
She stops, glances one last time at Vincent Tompkins, the Whitechapel murderer, cast in stone. “To see her body. I want to make sure she was found. I…I don’t want to leave her like that.”
Jean-Luc relents and says, “I understand, Madame. I’m going with you.”
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Adder was following one of her suspects, William Clarkson, a high-grade wigmaker who had both royalty and previous criminals on his list of clients. Adder was blind with exhaustion, half stumbling at times. William had a liking for late-night strolls, as did every one of her suspects.
She was passing near Duke’s Place when a scream rang in the dead of night. William kept on walking as if nothing had happened, but Adder ditched him at once and sprinted towards the origin of the noise. The scream couldn’t have been that loud, since she had a sense of hearing far better than any human. Whatever happened, a woman had been killed, for Adder heard no other signs of struggle.
She ended up entering Mitre Square and immediately spotted a large figure in a corner shadowed by moonlight. The figure was hunched over a corpse. Cutting. Slashing.
Adder was too late. But not too late to catch him.
The moment she took a step forward, the killer went still. How the hell had he felt her? He looked up and saw Adder. He thrust a hand into the corpse’s stomach twice, both times taking an organ and wrapping them in cloth, then got up to escape.
“YOU!” she yelled and went after him.
Yet, he had disappeared.
“NO!”
Steps. Steps, far away. He’d turned a corner.
Blinded by rage, Adder ran, almost catching up to the man—to the killer—to that monster.
He veered into a large street, empty save for him, Adder, and a confused woman. The killer was running straight in her direction. The knife in his hand glimmered against the moonlight.
“RUN AWAY!” Adder yelled at the woman. The woman screamed and took a stumbling step back, her back meeting a wall.
“RUN!” she screamed again, but the killer ran past the woman, left hand but a blur, the knife slicing her throat. Blood spurted out the woman’s neck. She put a hand to it, saw it coming away slick and red, and fainted.
The killer escaped because Adder stopped by the woman, holding the wound in her neck as if her useless hands could stop life from leaving her. The wound was too wide. This woman was dead.
Unless—
Unless Adder turned her to stone. She’d still be dead, but some part of the woman would be eternal. Adder always wanted a sculpture that was beautiful; not the result of punishment, but of mercy.
However, Adder heard steps approaching. The woman tried to open her eyes, convulsed, then went still.
It was too late now.
Defeated, Adder climbed rooftops in search of the man who’d done this, her clothes wet with the blood of an innocent. But there was no one on the streets save for those now finding the bodies of the two women. The next day, Adder learned their names: Catherine Eddowes and Elizabeth Stride.
Adder didn’t know Stride, but she had talked to Eddowes before. She was just a regular woman. A regular human. Nothing living deserved such horrible deaths.
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From hell.
Adder knew it hadn’t been the killer to write that letter. She’d been before him. The killer was not a man to be recognized. He didn’t want the acclaim, the attention, for himself, but for his work. His focus was on the murders, on showing others it could be done. In his own mind, he was an artist, the murders his canvas, his subjects.
But that he was from hell, he was. Just like Adder was. Monsters from places better left untouched by humanity.
Still, Adder did not know who the killer was. She had removed all those who didn’t match the killer’s body shape from her suspect list and added some others who did. The result was six men. All through October, she worked hard to discover which one of them was the killer, to no avail. Every single night was spent making rounds throughout London, checking on each suspect. Every single night, she was disappointed.
In her wanderings she turned two men into stone. One was abusing his wife, whilst another a young boy. Jean-Luc sold both sculptures. Adder couldn’t keep every single wrongdoer her snakes caught. She only kept the most vile ones in the Hall of Stone, to remind herself of what the race that had killed her sisters was capable of.
On the first of November, Francis Tumblety, one of her main suspects and a conman, went for a night stroll. He repeated it on the second. On the third day of the month, Vincent Tompkins, an accountant who worked by the docks, also left his home. Neither carried weapons, nor cloaks, nor anything that could be considered suspicious.
She divided her next nights between following one and the other and memorizing the paths they liked to take.
It was tiring work, but worth it, for on Friday the ninth, she first went to check on Francis. He did his usual round. Adder ran for twenty minutes until she found Vincent, only to see he was in none of his usual paths.
And he had certainly not gone back home.
The moon had a red sheen to it that night, making Adder see blood in every corner she glanced at. It was a crimson night. Something was wrong with the very feel of the air, with the very fabric of reality.
Vincent was carrying no weapon visibly. He could very well be hiding an arsenal of blades underneath his suit. Adder searched and searched, ears always open for screams. She heard none.
In the end, what brought her to the murderer was nothing but dumb luck. Passing through what was, possibly, one of the worst slums in London, Dorset Street in Spitalfields, Adder caught sight of a room illuminated by a fireplace. Though it was night as of yet, the sun would rise short of an hour hence, so the city was at its quietest.
Except that room with a burning fire.
Slowly, Adder made her way there, careful not to be heard, noticed, or even felt by that man.
The door to this room was unlocked. From behind Adder came the crimson shine of the moon, as if a vengeful god was watching her every move. From the fringes of the door came the mellow glow of the fire. The killer would have nowhere to go. He’d have to go through her.
She had him trapped.
With a nimble push, the door opened.
The first thing that hit her was the stench of torn intestines and blood, like copper and spoiled water. The second thing was the sound. The killer had heard her, but he hadn’t stopped what he’d been doing. The third was the shape of the woman. Despite the mutilations on her face, Adder knew her. She’d seen her around Flower and Dean Street. Her name was Mary Jane Kelley, and she was a pretty girl, kind, funny. She didn’t deserve this.
Kelley’s stomach was torn open. The contents of her insides were strewn around the room. Her legs were butchered. Adder could see their bone.
The killer was cutting Kelley’s breasts off. He finished cutting one, held it, studied it against the light of the fire, then threw it on the floor. It fell with a meaty, wet thunk. He got started on cutting the other.
Vincent Tompkins was blond, wore a full, respectable beard, and he was grinning, showing perfect teeth.
“You finally caught me, eh?” he said. His voice was low. Guttural.
“Why—” was all she managed to say.
“Did you bring a gun? Will you kill me, now? Do you have any weapons?” He kept his eyes on his hands. On his blade.
“Look at me,” Adder said.
He chuckled. “I don’t think I will.”
She took off her shawl, her glasses. “Look at me!” She stepped forward and closed the door. He collectedly finished cutting the breast off. He grabbed it, held it, and threw it in front of the fireplace, which had clothes fueling the fire.
Vincent glanced at her through a mirror in Kelley’s room. “I thought so. Not human, eh? What do they call you? Medusa, innit?”
“Leave my sister’s name out of your forsaken mouth. Look at me.”
He got up and wiped the blood from his blade with his gloves. Suddenly, he charged at her, shoulder first, hard, against her ribs, throwing her back, breaking the door’s hinges open. He ran.
Adder, however, had been ready for it. Cornered prey acted desperate, and her body wasn’t as frail as a human’s. Sure, she’d be bruised, but she could still move. She was on her feet in an instant. She sprinted, but Vincent was waiting around a corner. He punched her in the head. She fell. He kicked her in the head twice. He kicked her in the stomach before she had an instant to gather her thoughts. He was about to stomp her skull when she caught his boot.
“You hurt one of my snakes.”
“Ya damning monster. You and her and all of them are just the same. I am going to purify this world—I am going to—”
Adder held his leg so hard it cut blood flow and shut him up. “Monster? Don’t make me laugh, you little man.”
Adder rose to her feet. Vincent closed his fist to punch her, but Adder grabbed his chin and threw his head against a wall. She permitted the snakes in her head to come apart, diving her body in half—like her garden—her skin coming undone to reveal her truth.
“What—what are you?”
“You don’t deserve to know,” she said. “But if you open your eyes, you will see what you could’ve one day become—a true monster.”
At once, he did.
Horror threatened to overwhelm his life before his heart could turn to stone. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/173ajl2/huntress_in_the_crimson_night/ | scarystories | scare_in_a_box |
false | The most unexplainable thing to ever happen to me | When I was younger, my cousins and I would always go to my grandparents house every Summer. I’m 21 now and don’t really go up there as much anymore but I try to visit when I can. This one particular night though is just something I can’t really explain… me and my cousin was sleep in what is now my moms old room where I always sleep when I’m over there. Now I usually have to force myself to go to sleep but my cousin was knocked out. I have a dresser that is right next to the bed and the tv that was in the room usually shuts off when it’s on for too long so the only light was coming from the hallway because the door was usually open. As I lay up in my thoughts I see something strange at the corner of my eye. This is gonna sound unbelievable but I swear to you guys I seen what looked like to be sh*t but in a solid form. I think nothing of it and decide to turn my head and try to go to sleep. I then see it again where my tv is and then again on this couch that sat at the edge of my bed. Now I’m a kid at this point guys, imagination running rapid at a all time high back then. So after a while I start to doze off again and think nothing of it… this next part is… like ik it’s gonna be some skeptics and like I said I was a kid so maybe I was tripping… but the sh*t starts to rise like a heartbeat In between the pillows me and my cousin were sleeping on.
I dart straight to my grandparents room crying hysterically and I can’t even tell them what I just saw because… I don’t even know wtf I saw. I slept with my grandparents for the remainder of the night but a few moments later my cousin (who I basically left to die) came in crying too but he had night terrors so I marked it off as that. I was a paranoid kid for the next few weeks after that and I still sleep In that room all the time when I go there. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/172q82v/the_most_unexplainable_thing_to_ever_happen_to_me/ | scarystories | Chromehart83 |
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false | Mummy | As the ruler of the great Egyptian empire, I had commanded the construction of my eternal resting place: the majestic pyramid. Little did I know that my journey into the afterlife would be as mysterious and terrifying as the very gods I'd worshipped.
The moment the sarcophagus lid was lowered onto me, a sense of dread washed over me like the Nile's annual floods. I was surrounded by darkness, my soul weighed down by the weight of eternity. The air grew stale, and the walls seemed to close in on me.
The first sign of something amiss was the whispers. Ghostly voices echoed within the pyramid's chambers, telling tales of the souls trapped within, each whisper sending shivers down my spine. My sarcophagus felt like a coffin, and my heart raced with fear.
As the royal embalmer tasked with preserving the pharaoh's body for the afterlife, I approached my duty with an air of sarcasm. After all, I had seen countless pharaohs claim dominion over Egypt only to meet their demise.
The room where I worked was dimly lit, filled with the pungent aroma of natron, my constant companion in this macabre endeavor. My colleagues and I moved with precision, our hands gloved in linen, our tools sharp as the serpent's fang.
As we began the process of mummification, the ritualistic chants of the priests filled the chamber. The echoes of their prayers mixed with the pained moans of the damned, a cacophony that sent chills down my spine. I couldn't help but chuckle bitterly, wondering if the gods themselves reveled in our futile attempts to reach the afterlife.
In the darkest hours of the night, as I continued my work, an unexpected event unfolded. The stone walls of the pyramid seemed to tremble, and an eerie, greenish glow illuminated the chamber. I exchanged horrified glances with my fellow embalmers.
Suddenly, the lid of the pharaoh's sarcophagus shifted, and a ghastly apparition rose from within. It was the pharaoh himself, his eyes gleaming with an otherworldly light. His once serene visage contorted into a grotesque mask of anger.
With a voice that echoed like thunder, he cursed us for our audacity in attempting to thwart his eternal slumber. The very walls of the pyramid seemed to weep blood, and we realized that we had angered the gods themselves.
In our terror, we fled the chamber, leaving behind our tools and the pharaoh's restless spirit. The pyramid, once a testament to my greatness, became a cursed tomb, feared by all who dared approach.
And so, the curse of the mummified pharaoh lives on, a tale whispered among the people of Egypt for generations. To this day, the pyramid remains sealed, its secrets buried with the doomed embalmers who dared to defy the ancient rites.
It serves as a chilling reminder that the powers of the afterlife are not to be trifled with, and that even the mightiest rulers may find themselves ensnared in the web of the supernatural. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/172v83k/mummy/ | scarystories | Ari45Harris |