isOriginal
bool 2
classes | title
stringlengths 1
299
| text
stringlengths 2
40k
⌀ | url
stringlengths 55
111
| subreddit
stringclasses 7
values | author
stringlengths 4
20
|
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
false | I heard something in the night and I need help figuring out what it is. I can’t seem to find an animal that sounds like it | I was outside at around 12:30 am listening to music through my phone with my dog and in the distance I hear this low pitched sigh. It was pretty deep and loud and didn’t sound like any animal I’ve ever heard. I thought it may be a deer but I doubt that some deer sound like a fucking demon. If anybody could let me know what this is it would be gladly appreciated idk if this is the subreddit to post it on but it scared me as much as anyone. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/149w3t2/i_heard_something_in_the_night_and_i_need_help/ | TrueScaryStories | CenturionIsGoated |
false | I saw someone standing under the street lamp across from my home. | If you were to ask me if I believed in the paranormal, I'd tell you I'm on the fence about it.
If someone were to tell me a house is haunted, I wouldn't believe them unless I myself experienced something out of the ordinary. I believe that creepy things do happen, but I like to go into situations with the mindset of trying to rule out every possible cause before I come to a conclusion. If I can write something off as just coincidence or my mind playing tricks on me then I will and I'll leave it at that.
This experience though was a little different. I still don't know what exactly happened really, and it hasn't happened since.
I was on a discord call with some of my friends. It was late at night, maybe 10 or 11, and I decided I'd start going about my nightly routine and get settled in for the night while on the call. I muted myself and went to brush my teeth, got my pillows all set up on my bed and went to close my blinds on my window. That was when I noticed a man standing under the street lamp.
I couldn't see his face despite nothing really obscuring it, and he was wearing a suit. He wasn't too particularly tall and I don't know what really stood out about him other than just him being there. I don't know why it gave me such an off feeling.
I unmute myself and sit back at my desk, letting my friends know about this and joking around about how maybe his uber is late, or maybe his wife kicked him out. We also gave him the very creative nickname Suit Man.
After a few moments I go back to the window to see if he's moved. He indeed had moved. He was now standing in front of the across the street neighbor's backyard gate, which was visible from where I was due to it being located near the garage door. The longer I looked at him, I began to notice a couple of odd things. First of all, he wasn't facing the gate and he was standing completely still. Second of all, I'd noticed that he hadn't triggered the neighbor's flood lights, which came on automatically when someone or something moved nearby. You had to cross over the driveway to get to the gate, which would set the lights off.
At this point, I'm a little freaked out but still really intrigued and so I decided to grab my phone and try to take a picture, however when I turned to look back at where this person was, even though I'd only looked away for a few moments to grab my phone and pull up my camera, he was gone.
I just decided "fuck this" and closed my blinds. I stayed on that VC most of the night since I was a little freaked out still and didn't want to try going to sleep anytime soon after such an odd encounter.
Although this was pretty creepy in and of itself, the weirdest part came after this. For a few months after this, I would hear someone whistling while walking down the street at the exact same time each and every day. It stopped recently and I haven't heard it since, nor have I seen Suit Man, but I'm hoping that's the end of it.
I'm hoping by telling this story I don't make him show up again. That would be freaky. I'll post an update if something else freaky does happen though. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/149jmlq/i_saw_someone_standing_under_the_street_lamp/ | TrueScaryStories | AshKetchep |
false | Something spied in my siblings and I in the woods | (Context)My siblings and I live in the pretty rural countryside with only two neighbors, one to the front of our house and one the the right side of it. To the left of our house we have pretty dense woods. Neither of our neighbors have children.
It was late spring early summer and we had decided to play hide and seek in the woods as we would do pretty commonly. We had been going for a few rounds and it was my younger brothers turn to seek, so me and my sister decided to hide together. We crossed the creek and hopped over logs until we found a pretty wide tree to hide behind.
We waited a few seconds and we heard my brother say “ready or not here I come!” I motioned her to stay quiet and get behind me to stay hidden. We sat there for minutes while I peeked around the side of the tree to watch my brother.
At this point I’m locked into the game and I’m not paying attention, my sister nudges me and it caught me pretty of guard so I look over and she’s pointing at one of the trees near the abandoned shack behind us. I look to where she is pointing and I see what appears to be a kid anywhere from 10-13 peering around the tree looking towards us. The first thing i notice is that he was wearing a green and white striped shirt. I looked at his face but saw nothing. His head was there, but he had no facial features. Like a blank canvas.
Quickly I got up and pulled my sister along and ran back towards the house. My brother was still looking for us so as we passed we just told him to run, and he did. We ran inside the house to tell our mom what we saw, she brushed it off as our imagination but we insisted that we saw it. To this day I don’t know what it was but my sister who saw it first is convinced that it had no face I saw it only for a second so what I saw could’ve been just my mind playing tricks but I still wonder what it was and why it was just watching us | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/149pi1p/something_spied_in_my_siblings_and_i_in_the_woods/ | TrueScaryStories | Open-Dish-8371 |
false | I never thought I would help catch a murderer. | The story I'm about to tell you is 100% true, this happened sometime in November of 2010, I was fishing with my friend Rico in a lake near the Country Club of Miami. To no surprise, we never caught anything. We were ready to give up until Rico noticed a blue case by the shore that was covered up poorly by some leaves. As we got closer, the smell was horrible. Rico was actually about to throw up. I had a high tolerance for foul odors so I went up to the case and opened it. I never thought I would ever see this in my life, in the case, was a human body part. It was hard to tell what part it was due to how horrible the plastic bag was wrapped around it, assuming it was trying to hide the body part. We called the police to which surprisingly they arrived very quickly and the area was soon a crime scene investigation. A couple of days past by and of course since I'm curious about the situation, look for news articles online and it turns out the body part we found was a male torso, and it was one of the two other body parts we had found. The other two were hidden in different parts of Broward County. To make matters worse, the body parts were from the same person, and the guy who killed him didn't have a motive, he just killed him. Turns out the police were struggling to find clues to catching the murderer because at the time there were other separate incidents similar to this one and after we called about the torso, they had more information and were able to locate and arrest the murderer. Till this day he remains in jail but it's still a pretty scarring situation considering I have never seen a dead person, let alone a body part. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/148nt1c/i_never_thought_i_would_help_catch_a_murderer/ | TrueScaryStories | Historical_Ad_4256 |
false | I Was Almost Kidnapped by a Gay Pedophile | This is a scary story for me personally. Because I MIGHT not exist here and now if the culprit got what he wanted. It happened back in Jakarta (Indonesia) in 1980s. I think I was about 4-6 years old. The details are blurry but I remember my mom took me to accompany her to a small Buddhist temple near our home. Don't think of large open temples like you saw in kung fu movies. No, this is a small building with bathroom-tiles-like high walls. It was nestled in a small busy neighborhood, populated by both "the real native" Indonesian and "Chinese" Indonesian.
My mom did teach me not to talk to strangers, even if they offered me candies. Inside, the temple, she left me to pray. And I just played in the outside (still within the high walls of the temple though). The door was tall, solid, and made of metal, painted in red. I had gone there many times, and usually nothing happened. But on that fateful day, a man peeked from a slit (meant for hands to unlock it from the outside) and talked to me. I forgot what he said but I remembered he offered me candies. I knew what my mom said BUT I somehow opened the door for him! And went outside.
Outside the temple, there were a row of becaks (Becak is like a rickshaw but the driver sits backward and he pedals it like a bike). Yes, he was a native becak driver. He took me to his becak and sat inside. I forgot the details but I remember sitting on his lap. He did not let me escape! He scolded me and grabbed my little arm. And it all happened in public! In broad day light.
To be honest, I didn't remember if he had a hard-on or not. But if you use logics, you will come to think that he MIGHT HAVE an erection. So that's why he forced me to sit on his lap and didn't want to let me go. Perhaps he might even rub it against my buttocks. If it happened, I'm glad I did NOT remember it.
It felt like forever but then my mom rushed forward and screamed. She rescued me. And it was such a commotion. It didn't last long though because we were then back inside the temple and I was scolded by her. I was both sad and scared but I'm glad she rescued me.
IF the becak driver had taken me away (instead of making me sit on his lap outside the temple), I might not have been here. He might have raped me and killed me or made me a beggar. Yes, there are some real sexual criminal cases involving gay pedophiles in Indonesia, with DEAD victims. Thinking of that makes me shiver... | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/148tsue/i_was_almost_kidnapped_by_a_gay_pedophile/ | TrueScaryStories | South_Translator3830 |
false | Creepy lady in the woods | Throughout many years theres been a bunch of rumors going around people seeing some wierd shit in this one forest not too far from me. I have been in this forest a bunch of times before and theres been some wierd random shit there. Me and some friends once found a bed, a closet and some candles just in the middle of nowhere. But this one day we were playing basketball after school on a summer day. The court was right by our elementary school and right behind the court was the forest. At some point one of us airballed and the ball rolled down into the forest. I went to get it and as I walk into the forest I see a lady in a white dirty jacket holding a white plastic bag and what looked to be a knife. She was about 250 meters away from us so it was kind of hard to tell if it was a knife or not. I remember her just starting towards us. And my dumbass of course tried to shout "What are you doing" and didnt get a response. After about 20 seconds she walked deeper into the forest. My friends were pretty spooked out but I wanted to investigate. We continued to play basketball for a lil bit and the next day at school we went into the forest to look for her again. After walking around for a while we found a white plastic bag, which we presumed was hers since it had the same store branding on it as she had. It was closed and we decided to open it. We found a voodo doll looking thing made out of styrofoam and the head was a cabbage head. Everything was held together with needles. Of course the idiots we were we decided to destroy the doll and mess with it. This story isnt that scary but I just wanted to share it as its kinda wierd. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/148f54u/creepy_lady_in_the_woods/ | TrueScaryStories | Bersk23 |
false | Paranormal activity? | A few years back me and some friends was at our friends house watching TV. My friend had decided to go ahead and charge her phone. Then out of nowhere her charger gets thrown out of her phone and down a staircase, the wierd thing is the phone didnt move a centimeter. It was an Iphone charging on an Iphone charger and if you have an Iphone charger youself you know that an iphone charger wont just slip out, especially not at a speed like that. The charger fell from the sofa and down the staircase at one hell of a speed. When we went to get the charger the tip of the charger had been bent. I dont even think I or anyone else in that room couldve thrown a charger at that speed down the staircase to the point where the tip bended. After the charger got thrown down her dog started acting crazy too. It started barking going upstairs and then came down kind of whining or whatever you call it. The dog seemed hella stressed. This all went on for about 15 minutes. This isnt anything too scary I just dont understand how a charger randomally flies down the stairs like that without the phone moving a bit. My friend who lived there has also claimed that shes heard and seen some wierd shit before too, and me personally doesnt really believe in paranormal shit like ghosts and stuff, but this one incident doesnt sit right with me… | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/148far8/paranormal_activity/ | TrueScaryStories | Bersk23 |
false | My Friend Sussy | My Name is Deveney Rodwell
I was only 7 years old when i experienced my first paranormal activity. My mother always told us my grandmother’s house was haunted but we never believed her. She said when she was younger she would go into her bedroom and see a little girl leaning over her bed and crying. When my mother would ask her if she was okay. The little girl would turn around with her head down and walk out the door. My grandmother never “believed” her, and it wasn’t until recent years that my grandma admitted that she aswell seen the little girl and “others” in the house.
My story begins when I was just seven years old. I was playing with one of my favorites dolls that my grandma had. It wasn’t just a flimsy old doll it was and old antique porcelain doll. She had medium length curly blond hair, a long white night gown looking dress, and a pink headband bow in her hair. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my short little life. Every Time I was at my grandmas I would run and grab the doll, that I would call Sussy, and run around the house and play with her. I would always hear my grandma yell behind me, “Be Careful, Sussy.” I always thought I just didn’t hear the words in between “be careful” and “Sussy” and she was telling me to be careful “with” Sussy but now I know there was no with, she was telling Sussy to be careful with me.
On the particular day that terrified me half to death, it was quite stormy outside, and I knew I would have to play inside with Sussy today. I climbed down what felt like the longest stairs ever, to my grandmas basement where she decided to put Sussy before I got there. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I seen Sussy sitting in the chair by the fireplace.
“Hi SUSSY! It’s very stormy outside so we can’t go on the swings today. What should we do?” As I finished my sentence and grabbed Sussy off of her chair I heard a noise come from the playroom. “Good Idea Sussy, we can play house in there.” I held onto her and ran into the playroom closing the door and turning on the light behind me. I spent only a few minutes playing house with Sussy when the lights began to flicker. “Wow, Sussy what do you think that was?”
As soon as I finished my sentence the lights shut off completely and I heard just a little “It was me.” Sussy was the only one with me in the room so I knew it had to be her. I dropped her on the ground and ran straight towards the nearest closet. I ran into the closet and slammed the door behind me. I reached up and turned the closet light on. I was relieved to be in there, safe from what was ever out there. I slowly moved to sit down on the ground and wait until I could leave safely when I heard a small laugh from behind me. Scared half to death I slowly turned around just in time for Sussy to jump at me.
THE END.
| https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/69ix0e/my_friend_sussy/ | freehorrorstories | racer49er |
false | (TRUE) Scariest experience with my friends ever. | I'm 14, and this happened to my best friends and I about 3 or 4 years ago. It was my friend, who I'll call Anna. It was Anna's birthday. So she had invited me, and our other friend who I'll call Sandy, to go to our schools park and hang out. Now you should that our whole school is on top of huge sewer pipes, and surrounded by woods. We were goofing off at the edge of the woods, when we had found a trail we've never seen before, and being the trouble makers we were, and still are, we decided to go see where it lead to. Sandy lead the way, being as she was the most reckless of the 3, Anna and I took it slower on the other hand, because we didn't know what we would find, where it would lead to, or what would happen.
After what was about 5 minutes of walking, the path came to a small bend. We went around to see a small stream, which had about a foot above it, on of the old pipe openings, it was open tall and wide enough where we could fully stand up in it. I remember things the older kids would tell Anna and I on the bus about these pipes. The one that scared me the most was about the Pipe Man. The Pipe Man was said to live in the pipe, and anytime he got hungry, he would go and kidnap little girls, sexually assault them, kill them, and eat them. Then he would bring what was left of them to some of the trian tracks running though town. So of course me being the scared little shit I was at that age, I got really uneasy. Sandy and Anna though, they wanted to see what was down there, in the pipeline, and kept trying to convince me, until they did. We went maybe 3 or 4 feet in, but it got to dark, and we couldn't see. The smell, it smelt so bad in there that we were gagging, and had to get out.
Naturally being Anna's birthday, Sandy and I were sleeping over her house. At this time, we were all curious about what was in the pipe. So as we left the front to the trial, Anna took off her hat and put it in front of the trail. We had planned on coming back in the morning, prepared this time. Her mom agreed to letting us go back. Another fact about these woods is, they rap around and lead to the old state school cemetery, so that made everything creepier, knowing that there could be more bodies, hidden in the pipe, that there was no room to berry.
The next morning when we go to the park, and went to find where Anna had left her hat, it was gone. So we put it off as some jerky ass kids took it. We still found the trial of course, and couldn't hold our excitement, or fear as we approached the bend. Putting on our mask, (so we couldn't smell the horrible smell), turning on our flashlights, we entered. We walked pretty far down the pipe before things got weird. We could no longer see where we came in, and we were finding what we assumed to be animal bones, although Anna and I also kept the thought of the Pipe Man. Sandy of course the leader, walked about 15 more feet ahead, before stopping, and screaming. Anna and I of course have never heard her scream like that before, and ran up to her. We looked at what she was pointing at, and couldn't believe our eyes. It was Anna's hat! Her fucking hat was way down in the pipeline. Covered in this red liquid. We ran out of there faster than we've ever moved before, leaving her hat behind. We made it out of the Pipe panting, and gasping for breath. Never have i ever been so scared.
But the story doesn't end here. Before we even started back up the trail, we heard a branch snap behind us. I was the one to turn around, to see a tall man, who was very dirty looking, and had very messy hair. We ran again all the way up the trail. As far as we knew, our worst fear came true, the Pipe Man was real. We could have been his next meal, but we were lucky enough to make it out alive, except for some scratches here and there from running into branches.
Sandy, Anna, and I have never told anyone this, and we will all probably denie it if asked about it. The park has sense been torn down, but the trail remains. None of us will go down there ever again. But Sandy and I have no problem playing sports right at the football, and softball fields, just as long as there are adults there with us.
So Pipe Man, if you're watching this, we best never meet. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/69icoj/true_scariest_experience_with_my_friends_ever/ | freehorrorstories | AsthmaAttack18 |
false | (True) The House and The People Along the Road | The House
These are two separate stories, but they both have something that is connected through my blood. When I was younger my mother explained that one of my great grandmother's was a Roma or a European gypsy; yeah i'm related to Esmeralda. Any way when I was a sophomore in high school my family and I were looking at homes because we were moving. This one home we went to was a nice one story home in a big open area. The previous owners had died and were eaten by their two rottweilers.
We were walking around the property and it was a nice day. Warm, sunny with a slight breeze, and I was just getting this feeling of something wrong. I don't know how to describe it other than saying that I felt that if we stayed there any longer something bad would happen. By the time I managed to convince my parents to leave and we got into the car I was all but in tears. My dad was yelling at me to stop crying and my mom was was yelling at my dad to stop yelling. I don't really remember all I really remember is that I just wanted to get away from there. My sister and best friend at the time were both freaking out as well. I never looked back at the place and I hope I never come across it again.
The People along the road
I'm nineteen and this year a few month's my mom and I were on our way to a Dicker and Deal. I was going to be getting a laptop I'd had my eyes on for a while there. Any way where Dicker and deal is placed is in the not so nice part of the town. As we were driving me and my mom noticed this couple. The man seemed really unsteady and was propped against a telephone pole while the woman seemed to be trying to prop him up and simultaneously yelling for help.
I looked at my mom and she looked at me. "Do we help them?" I remember asking her, "When you and I get the same feeling I think we should." was her response. We pulled over and I went up to them and asked if the needed a ride. They said yes and I began to clean out the back seat of our car a old police vehicle. Now I want you to understand that for my senior year of high school I took a Criminal justice course and during it i learned a little bit about what Drunks and Junkies sound like and the man while incredibly unsteady sounded by no means drunk or high. As I was going back to help move them to the car I heard them laughing and I once again got that feeling of something incredibly wrong. The woman asked us to move the car around to the street and I get back in the car to tell my mom.
As were starting to do as they ask I start shaking like a leaf and crying slightly because my gypsy is screaming that I need to get the hell out of there and my body was trembling from fighting the Flight instinct. My mom asked me if I want to go through with this and I admit that I don't. I'm the type who generally wants to help and feel's quite bad when I can't be of more use to help someone. My mom end's up calling the police and has some cop's come to see about them and we leave, but in the wrong direction so we have to drive back by the end of the street they were on. When I looked out of some morbid curiosity they were gone. As I said before neither reeked of or acted like they'ed indulged in booze or drugs. And the drive had only been about ten minuet's there in back for our driving error so really they shouldn't have been able to move that fast especially if the man was as physically unstable as he was acting. I don't know what happened to them or where they are now, but Sir, Ma'am let's not meet again. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/68n58p/true_the_house_and_the_people_along_the_road/ | freehorrorstories | RomaGirl101 |
false | The moving chair, (Before the Baby foot step's.) Year possibly 2008 - 2012 | I was an little, when I first encountered my first ghost experience, This is about, how I could have been dragged, by any chance, This is driving away from my mind, but I can remember clearly 90% of everything.
It start's like.
I was sitting down in my couch on my dad's stomach, I laid their watching an show called, "dirty jobs" It was the episode where I think they grow coffee bean's with donkey poop. But I have my dog by then, I would believe he is the same age as me, if that is possible. But I get up to join my dog on the floor, I continue to watch the show, it goes into commercial break, after the show come's back on, 10 second's later, just inches away, 4 to 5 ruler's away, this chair to the computer chair's, DIRECTLY move's fast on the carpet, I caught it in action while half way. But I didn't know what to think, of what I might have saw, because I was so little. I am going to repeat this again but in an different way.
-as I look behind me, the chair to my computer desk, move's out with in second's, in this form of how it moved, was on carpet, it acted out as if were on stone or tile. as I, My Dad, And also Dog look behind me, we catch an glimpse of it moving, as we all had seen it moving at the middle of it, as we look we are so confused, My sister nor my mother wasn't there. we were extremely confused at this point, but then my house had this, like eerie vibe, as if you just got booed like, if you failed at something, then I felt an another thing, which, made me think that something was going to drag up the stair's, but also I felt something watching me, just an corner out of the house window-
You would think we would stay in an corner and watch out for anything, or grab an camera, phone's were barely great those year's, but also, we didn't ever encounter an ghost related moments before that happened, so we then just did what no one should do. "Brushed...It...Off" But, nothing happened after that, so we just went back to watching TV, with the chair, at the other side of the wall.
Extra detail: I used to be an roleplaying type of kid, but where that chair stopped, was never what I later thought now. Because I used to play -Red Fraction Guerrilla.- but that one spot played something In my child hood. I connected to that spot. The thing is, I used to call an guy jenkin's, which their is an guy named that in the game, I would always say, "what's up Jenkins, got me the good stuff" or "Jenkin's keep driving don't stop or they will get us" this was just me roleplaying when I was little, I would go in the same spot the chair was, Before it moved their. To think it now, I really think, their was something named "Jenkin's" that really lived, on the Navy base that I lived on, but I just thought that now, but what could be the tie's to that.
I would role Play, with an non-person named jenkin's that doesn't exist. but also, the chair moving in the same exact spot I would go to as "HQ" OR "HOMEBASE" maybe, this dead person, helped me get through my role play, but also told me, we got another attack at the HQ. I'd wish that I could do the role play still, but I don't remember what I did after that either. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/687b4v/the_moving_chair_before_the_baby_foot_steps_year/ | freehorrorstories | BionicMadMaxR |
false | The lake at night time | I take girls to the lake at night time. I love the lake at night time looking up at the stars and forgetting about all of the things that make that dark part in my brain active. I practice the way of the skin-walker. It was taught to me by my mother and grandmother I am not very good at it but I am getting better. All I need is 6 more girls and my true power will truly be recognized. What is this power you say the power of Soul taking. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/66uxhz/the_lake_at_night_time/ | freehorrorstories | caasidark |
false | [TRUE]Whitlock Lake's Mystery | To understand why my mother and I where out at whitlock lake i have to give you a little background on us. My mother and I run a wreath business in a quiet Northern Michigan town. Violent crimes are virtually nonexistent. It was fall, around this time of year the forests in Michigan become rich with color. This day was full of warmth and color. Instead of buying pine cones for decorating wreaths, we decided to go foraging for them in our local woods. I knew about Whitlock lake from my high school days. Some of my friends and I went out there a couple times to party. It's a small camping area with about 3 sites. This lake is connected to another bigger lake a few miles down the road. It is in a small old logging town called Jennings, pop. 20 maybe a little less or more. The times I went out there as a high school student it never had a strange feeling in the air. The day my mother and I went to forage, the air was thick with fear and we felt like we were being watched. We thought maybe it was just a small woodland creature hiding and watching...waiting for us to leave so we continued. About an hour goes by and we decided to move on. We moved to where the forest meets the water. There are cute tiny little baby pine cones that we use for our table top wreaths. Shortly after we found ourselves at the edge of the lake, we heard a few gunshots from across the lake. We live in Northern Michigan people are getting ready for hunting season around this time of year so we shrugged it off. We got into our car and moved down the trail. When we got out of my car, I noticed quite a few shotgun shells on the ground. Again, it's not uncommon to find shells of any sort on the ground this time of year, we continued. We were at the end of the trail with the last two campsites on either side of the trail. We continued foraging for about 20 more minutes. As we walked across the trail to the next site, we noticed something very strange. At the opening of the campsite we noticed a tall 5ft or 6ft wooden pole. On top of that pole we saw two leather straps wafting in the wind. To us that was strange, why would someone want leather straps on a pole? Of course, we put it out of our minds and continued. A short while later we stumbled upon an old beat up mattress that looked like it had been there for a while now. As we got closer to the mattress the ground around it was very mucky. As soon as you stepped somewhere you sunk about a half a foot down. People dump garbage in the woods a lot up here. When we started walking past it to get to the pine cones on the other side, this horrible smell seeped into our nostrils. We both looked at each other at the same time and got the hell out of there. By now we're scared out of our wits. As we were driving out of the trail-head, we were met by a guy in a red cadillac type vehicle. The look on his face scared the bejesus out of us. Maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was all in our heads. I would like to think that my mother and I have a good sense for that sort of thing and we got out of there just in the nick of time. Needless to say, my mother and I have never been back to the lake and don't plan on going back. About a week later I couldn't hold this event inside myself anymore so I called the cops and recalled the incident as best as i could. They said they would look into it, and i haven't heard anything since. This happening still haunts me to this day. I'm always thinking about what may have actually happened out there. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/65svkr/truewhitlock_lakes_mystery/ | freehorrorstories | jmiller199023 |
false | Babysitting horror story | This is a very true story. I am 16 and a girl, and in my home town there's a lot of old house from the 1800's, but mainly there are new houses. I just happened to get a babysitting gig with another girl because their kids were hard to take care of. Now I wasn't very familiar with babysitting, seeing as I have only took care of my cousin from time to time. Anyways I went to the house after picking up the girl who was helping me with the kids, let me just say this house looked like a murder house from the 1800's, but I shook off the feeling and went in and met the parents. Also the girl and I were working from 4-11pm. Also Halloween was the next week, so this just makes it even more crazy. The kids and I got along great and I could keep their names straight unlike the other girl, she did nothing but play on her phone, she didn't help with the kids. Things were fine until 9:30pm I had put down one of kids and the girl put down another one, we had one kid left and he was old enough to go to bed on his own. Once all of them went to bed, some shit happened and we still can't explain how these things happened. The first thing that happened was, it was the intercom that was in the parents office and basement, static and weird moans came from it and the basement had footsteps running around and moving plastic bags. I heard a grown mans laugh where the kids were at and I bolted up the stairs as fast as I could as a motherly instinct to protect them, when I got up there they were all fine and they had a guard dog to protect them up stairs but you never know what can happen. Things just got even weirder those things kept happening and the girl I was with hid in the bathroom and was no help. So I got another dog guard since I wasn't down stairs a lot due to my runs to make sure the kids were safe. Big mistake that dog was evil, it bit me and the girl, the kids as well which is why it was left outside. But I had to do something to protect the girl even if I disliked her, I still didn't want her to die. The parents came home at 11pm and we told them everything and well the dad went to the basement and saw the intercom was turned on and the girls food bag (which I saw her throw it away) was down there. Which was freaking creepy as hell. I wasn't scared because somehow I have always been fearless. But I am still trying to figure out why the hell those things happened, I'm looking into seeing if there were anyone murdered at that house. We have a lot of haunted places where I live, and I decided to post my story of paranormal activity, which I don't believe but it was just too weird to be human. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/65ka4e/babysitting_horror_story/ | freehorrorstories | zballetdancer16 |
false | Marco Philey and the 55 |
I don't want to waste my time, so I'll just get to the point. It was a warm June 7th. We were out on some errands when we saw it. An old abandoned house with a for sale sign. I thought that we could use this house as a backup as we already have trouble paying for our current house.
I know, I know, it's a horrible idea. But what choice do we have? Either risk paying overdue or buy a shitty- also, very _cheap_- house. Seemed like the smart thing to do. Well... as you'll soon find out, we regretted it.
Within a month of buying it, we started going to the damned beast. From the second we pushed open the frail, crumbling door, the worst possible smell came billowing from the floorboards. It was like an animal-no, a hundred animals- died right in front of us and tore themselves apart.
As we searched the area, my roommate Matt said jokingly,"Hey, you never know Tom. There could've been a murder here." Big mistake. _Big_ mistake. Because just after he said that, he opened a closet. What he was met with smelled worse than the entire fucking house. As he opened it, a swarm of tiny little fuckers flied out and fled. Roaches, flies, and other winged insects made their way out through the chimney.
He screamed like a little bitch for about what seemed like an hour. Only it was three seconds. Meh. Enough to make me deaf in one ear. I smiled and said,"Speak of the devil."
He glared at me through his green eyes.
We called the cops but they shook their heads. "Sorry, kid. But this body has been here for about 56 years," he turned to his comrade," tell Orambo we found the guy."
Matt, still throwing up, finally had the strength to ask,"What guy?"
"Marco Philey. He went missing years ago. From Connecticut. Never thought he would end up _here_."
Connecticut? We're in Washington... How does that happen. If only...
"Hey Sarge! Take a look at this!" The call came from upstairs. The officer frowned and proceeded to walk up the flight of stairs to the next room. We followed.
I wish we hadn't.
Lying there, on the floor of the upstairs bedroom, were 55 rotten, torn up, decomposing bodies.
"Whew. That's a eye load, isn't it, Copper?"
"Why is there 55?"
"I don't know..." he grabbed his radio and peeped into it. "Madison. Any files on uh... 5543 Arrelan Avenue?"
We heard a squawk in return," Let me get that for you...."
We waited for about 30 seconds.
"Sarge get the fuck out of there."
"Why?"
"There's a murderer lurking in that house he'll-"
The police immediately pulled out their guns. I had no fucking clue what was going on. They searched the house, keeping us in between them as we couldn't be left unguarded. The searched the whole house. We left, and they made us stay at the police station.
It wasn't for about 3 days that they got the bastard.
He was caught when he tried bringing a butcher knife into the home. Then the police surrounded him. He went through a tunnel and escaped right into the hands of the cops. He wouldn't give up and swung at a cop. They blew him to bits....
But.... But just thinking about it... We could've been his next victim. We were actually scheduled to meet him the day he was caught. If we didn't.... We would be dead. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/65gfiv/marco_philey_and_the_55/ | freehorrorstories | robinlegai |
false | (True Story) Why I Had to Run Away | It was 5 o’clock in the morning and I was tired as all hell. I had just finished having a six-hour fight with my mom, that ended in me throwing her against a wall--after she tried hitting me in the face with a broom. “I’m calling ya daddy bitch!” she said 5 seconds after her head hit the wall. That phrase meant that I would have to live with my dad (who she thought was more hellish than her). Although this was the first time any of our fights have gotten physical (and the first time I hit her back), this wasn’t the first time she threatened to call my father.
This seemed to be the pattern: She would go too far in one of her infamous tantrums, it would become too much for one person(me) to deal with, I would call my father, he would come get me; after a few months of being happily away from her, she would call child protective services and remind them that she still had full custody, then off again I went to deal with her pill-induced rages. This happened more times than I care to admit. The few times the police were called and our living conditions were investigated, she would always get her way; In everyone’s eyes, I was a disrespectful teenager who needed to learn his place in the world. In contrast, she was seen as a single mother who was trying to do the best for her child.
It didn’t help that I was black either, and every police officer my mom called, treated me as such. “Get your ass back in the house!”, “You should be happy she’s trying.”, the police officers would say (but she wasn’t trying, she was unemployed and happily consumed the pills she couldn’t sell) The police wouldn’t even come inside the house. Every time they came, my mom made sure to meet them outside, so they wouldn’t see the filth that had taken over our home.
Anyway, back to the story: After the fight, I tried to calm my nerves; I knew the next day would consist of more fights, more drama, and a ton of lectures from adults who had no idea what they were talking about. Not a minute after I laid down, I heard the voice that caused me time and time again to go out of character: my mother’s voice. Echoes of exaggerated “Mhhhhm”s and “Yeaaa”s were being yelled from the next room. She was cackling and laughing with her equally annoying best friend, Reginald. From what I gathered, she said how she was going to walk into my room, throw a duffle back at my head and tell me to “get the f***out” out of her house.
She had taken everything from me, but I refused to let her take my dignity and unpreparedly put me out on the street. I packed a bag as quietly as I could, tiptoed down the hallway and silently unlocked the door to leave. I was off into the night. I didn’t know the neighborhood all that well; This was our 5th apartment within the last 3 years, so after the 3rd one, I just stopped bothering to learn routes altogether. I walked around aimlessly for about 4 blocks; I didn’t care where I was going, just as long as I got away from that apartment.
I was using the time to think of what would happen the next day, when what seemed out of nowhere, a man popped up from down the sidewalk. I gave out an involuntary “what the fuck” and took a step back. I didn’t know if he was trying to purposely scare me or if he was just a homeless person about to ask for money. He had a long beard, a bald spot I could see from a mile away and a brown paper bag. I recovered myself, I couldn’t afford to look scared in a neighborhood like this; I lowered my head and turned around to find another route, but tripped in the process, spilling all remnants out my bag. I tried to gather all my stuff that fell, but the guy was getting antsy, coming closer and closer. I was only able to gather my iPad and a pair of underwear before I decided ‘fuck it’ and ran off as fast as I could. The street was dark and I felt my contacts falling out. You never know how truly cold the world is until you’re caught without a jacket.
I ran a full block before I had to catch my breath. I was tired, crying, furious, alone and scared. I couldn’t do this anymore. I decided to turn back and go home when the same man (who I thought I out ran) started limping towards me.
He looked tired too, but determined to catch me. “What the fuck do you want old man!?!”, I thought. I could see the sun starting to rise. I thought maybe if I just kept running, I would eventually find a police officer to help get me back home; But that was a useless idea. They would see a sweaty, black teenager running down the street holding an iPad. What if they thought I stole it? What if they actually believed my story, but put me in jail anyway for running away? In the middle of running for my life, I heard the most southern voice any man could have, “You Renée’s boy right!?!”. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned my head around, making sure to keep my distance. Why does my mom have to know everyone in this town? I thought.
“Yea!” I said, trying to muster some kind of authority in my already shaking voice. “Why you out here?” he said, slowly and slowly approaching me more and more. With every step he took forward, I made sure to take two steps back. “She know you out here?” he asked.
I don’t know why I responded, I don’t know why I didn’t just keep running. “Nah” I said, trying to match his accent and obvious illiteracy. He zipped down his fly and said “She ain’t gotta know either.” .
Remember earlier when I said my mom sold pills? Well, a horrid epiphany crossed my mind: he wasn’t one my mom’s friends, he was one of her customers.
A grin started to spread across his face that still haunts me to this day. His eyes were a jaundice yellow, almost cat like. I‘ve never seen eyes that looked so hungry. “You help me out, I help you out.” he said still slowly approaching me. “Get the fuck away from me!” I yelled as loudly as I could. With what little energy I had, I turned away, preparing to run again. I hadn’t even made it three feet, before I heard sirens blaring from around the corner.
The bearded man took off. After seeing him run, I had another terrible realization: he could have caught me at any time; Hell, he was a lot faster than I was. Who knows how long he was watching me before he popped up from around that corner? The police brought me back to my mom’s house, completely ignoring my warning about the homeless pedophile.
Most of my prediction came true. My mom was the one who called the police; The officer said they’d been looking for me for almost four hours, 30 more minutes and they would’ve had to issue an amber alert.
I was sent away to live with my dad for three months, it was pretty chill and a lot more calming than I was used to. My mom got arrested shortly after, I still don’t know what for, but my guess is she tried to cheat the wrong person out of their pills.
I’m 20 years old now and I still think about that homeless man’s surreal grin and how far I would’ve got, had it not been for those sirens. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/62vn22/true_story_why_i_had_to_run_away/ | freehorrorstories | 2ndwriter |
false | Devil at Church. | This is not a story but actually happened to me. I was at church one night. I live in small KY town where there is nothing no hope no jobs nothing but churches. I was at one one night and this preacher put his hand on my head and prayed God would reveal himself to me. I got up cause all the jumping and shouting scares me and feels nothing of God moving more like the perks kicking in than anything else. I went out to smoke. There was little creak in behind church I walked back behind there. The hair stood up on my neck and I got the feeling I was behind watched. I noticed across the stream was a pair of red eyes. They did not seam evil just maybe intrested. I stared what had to be hours but felt like minutes. Nothing no movement no blinking nothing. Someone else walked out to partake in a healthy stick toops and I looked back and the creature was gone. After talking and smoking we both went back in the church. I never saw the eyes again.
| https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/62sptn/devil_at_church/ | freehorrorstories | Autky |
false | TRUE {Skin Walker Sighting} | To start this story off and to give a little insight about me, I am a 18 year old female who grew up in Michigan and have lived in the country for as long as I can remember. And for heads up this is a long story so bear with me... Now back to the story.. On one particular hot summer weekend me and a couple friends including my boyfriend, let's call him Tony and my older brother let's call him brad, decided we were gonna go camping for the weekend since it was such a nice warm week. Tony's parents had owned a cabin way out in Ludington surrounded by a huge wooded area with a personal lake and no neighbors for at least 4 miles. But being stupid teenagers we didn't really think about that. All we were ready for was to party like any normal teens would. Well after being there for two hours our fun had started. Tony's friends had bring tons of alcohol and weed to last us for the weekend so we wouldn't be bored since we had no service and only movies to watch. After it got around 12 am and was pitch black we had a huge bonfire going, It was a total of six people including me and Tony. As we talked and laughed about up coming events in our lives , we were so distracted that we didn't notice that my brother had literally frozen his eyes on to one section of the woods. Mind you we were all intoxicated and high at that time. Eventually our talking ceased when Tony realised his friend and my brother had an emotionless expression. "hey dude. You alright?" He asked Brad. Silence. Brad didn't reply or even make any movements that would indicate he heard him. After that I started to get scared as well as the other two girls there. It took alot for my brother to act that way. Eventually I was the first to catch on that he was excessively staring into a certain spot in the woods. I turned my head and followed his gaze the best I could. And when I finally caught on to what he was staring at my heart dropped. There right fucking there, was (at first look) a dog. At least that's what I thought. It was some persons dog that wondered off. But then my Brain kicked in and I realized there wasn't neighbors for miles. So how could there be a dog? My mind started to race while Tony still tried to get brad to speak or even move. In one motion this thing stood up tall. And when I say tall I mean fucking gigantic. It had to be at least 6ft tall. Everyone seen it then. How could you not.? The other two girls and the other boy with us gasped as they finally grasped why my brother was as still as a stick. No one moved for what seemed like hours. Tony was the first to talk "No tail" he mumbled. No one heard what he said but brad. And I swear to you when I say his eyes widen as big as pan saucers. That freaked me out immediately. "what did you say?" One of the girls asked. "It. Has. No. FUCKING tail" he hissed at her. My heart beat stopped. He was right. There was NO tail on this thing. Suddenly my clouded alcohol mind cleared up in a fraction of a second when I finally realized what this thing was. Now I understood why my brother was basically shitting his pants. This thing was a skinwalker. My instincts kicked in right then and there but before I could nope the fuck outta there the thing let off a terrible stinch like rotting meat before screaming inhuman like. The sound was enough to scare the fuck out of everyone. My brother was the first up out of his chair, and started shouting native words to the creature why I told everyone to get the fuck inside. No one questioned me when they seen just how dead serious I was, especially Tony. He's never seen me so scared so he knew it was a bad situation . We all hi-tailed it into the cabin with my brother in tow still shouting native words at the creature which seemed to keep it at bay while it gave us enough time to get inside. He slammed and locked the door before turning all the lights off and grabbing a special ash from the kitchen counters and started throwing it at every window and door while chanting. Of course he had everyone freaked out and basically in tears at that moment. After he was done no one said a word for a long time. All of us still in shock. He grabbed our dad pistol and had it posted by him for hours. Everyone was entirely too shaken up to even questioned what happened. We must've fallen asleep eventually because I woke up to my brother packing all our stuff into the two cars early in the morning. I understood why. We had native family. We knew what we were dealing with and we knew it would come back and maybe not alone. Before we left I did a blessing on the cabin and spoke a few calming words to the still very freaked out girls. We left as soon as everything was packed up.
To this day we still haven't explained exactly to our friends what happened that night. And they never bothered to ask us either... | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/61wck3/true_skin_walker_sighting/ | freehorrorstories | QueenOfHorror666 |
false | Question | May I repost these in my blog? Is any interested or okay with that?
http://nathanneuharth.blogspot.com | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/61gsvf/question/ | freehorrorstories | Galabram |
false | The restroom had a weird smell... |
It starts on one cold, October day. I was walking around. Even though I was wearing my parka, I felt a tiny bit cold. My dad was pulling some stuff from his truck. We hiked about 3 miles with my two brothers. Josef, who was my older brother, and Miles, my younger, were with us. Josef is about 17 and he's a senior in high school. Miles is about 12 and is still and annoying brat.
We decided to camp out today because the house was being cleaned due to a funky smell coming from the bathroom. Dad said it would be done in about 3 days, so we decided to take that time to get out of school and camp out. Our dad, about 42 years old, is pretty cool. For a single father, he is pretty laid back. He doesn't care what we do as long as we get good grades and stay in school.
He was... different today, however. Kind of like the time mom walked out on us... He barely spoke and spent alot of time in his room. He would make frequent trips to the bathroom, with buckets of what I thought was puke. Today though, Josef noticed too, but shrugged it off as just a mood swing of sorts.
As we set up camp that night, we noticed we had no signal. We tried to tell Dad, but he said we would be fine, as he kept his shotgun with him. It was about 3 in the morning, a clicking noise come from his tent. We didn't know what it was, so we ignored it. Later on, our little brother couldn't quite fall asleep, so we decided that three of us should go walking. We weren't scared of the woods or darkness, so we went deep into the trees until we reached the river.
Stones to throw, fish to catch. It was perfect. We decided to go there. That's when we heard the gunshots. We stood there, wondering what could've happened. We ran back to the tents, quietly scanning the area. Our dad sat back against his chair as he sobbed. We were just about to walk over to him when we noticed the blood coming from the tents.
Wait. Not blood. Kool-Aid. We watched as he cried. Within minutes, the entire fucking area was surrounded by the police.
Someone else must've heard them.
We looked in disbelief as they handcuffed him. We ran to him, and as he saw us, he cried harder. As they took him away, they searched the tents. As we looked as well, we saw 2 giant shot gun holes in the sides. Those were our tents! He... tried to *kill* us... The police eventually took us into custody and explained the entire thing. When my little brother was 2, I was 5 and my older brother 7, my mom tried getting custody of us.
No one knows why, but she tried to get the fuck away from there. But what hit us the most was the fact that she didn't leave... She was there the entire time. She didn't leave us like Dad said. She was... Underneath the bathroom. It hit me. The dread in my father's eyes, the buckets of puke, the frequent visits to the bathroom... He killed her.
He killed her and stuffed her in the bathroom for a whole fucking decade. The thought haunts me. It was a week after that he killed himself. He didn't even get a lawyer. He drowned himself in the toilet. We spent 3 days in custody. We were then sent to our Aunt Lennie, but she died about a month ago.
Now we are being adopted by two parents. Nice, sweet people. Fairly young, compared to Dad. There's one odd thing, however. They used to have children. And there's a funky smell in the bathroom... | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/61bwy3/the_restroom_had_a_weird_smell/ | freehorrorstories | robinlegai |
false | Creeper at the gas station (true) | As I mentioned in my other creeper post. I look younger than I really am,thanks to my height of 5'0 and the fact I don't age like normal girls.
I only just remembered this story when I was talking to my mom. February 11Th was the night of the Valentine's dance I was attending, I had worn my mother's golden prom dress and my friend Anne had a white and pink dress. This is important information, Anne's dad was our chaperone so after we got in the car he drove to the gas station. He asked us to both go pay for the gas but since Anne had no idea what to do I did it. Upon approaching the counter the man had greeted us "where are you pretty ladies headed too?" Since he had a bit of a broken English tone I tried to be polite "we just got back from a dance " keep in mind it was around twelve in the morning now "oh I should have went, maybe I could get me some pretty ladies like you two " he had a smirk on his face now. Anne and I are already freaked out so we just excuse ourselves so we could look at some keychain.while we're whispering about how creepy he is I catch him peeking over the counter to look at us multiple times. Suddenly he started talking "so how old are you pretty ladies? About eighteen I guess" we are no where near eighteen, we might have looked a bit older thanks to the heels and makeup we wore but that's it. I'm older than my friend by a year so I was still 14 and she was 13 but our birthdays where just in a few days, mine come before hers and hers was the day after mine. Anne started to tell him our ages until I spoke up and said "actually we gotta go " and dragged her outside. I'm not gonna end this with the whole let's not meet thing but I never actually saw him after that night. I know this is not that scary but it freaked us out. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/60xdzl/creeper_at_the_gas_station_true/ | freehorrorstories | Strawberry_bean |
false | [TRUE] The Shadow Man | {While this isnt an encounter or anything this has been said to me that this is a spooky story}
I was always a kid with a short fuse, i was somewhat violent but never towards people, always just objects such as pillows or walls, but i have been told that i would say things i shouldnt.
I was often told to watch my actions and since i was about 7, i am now 17, i have had dreams about this man who i had named The Shadow Man, as all you could see was his outline of a man with a hat on and his red eyes and white pointy teeth, kind of like a killer clown. The dream would start out with me in the darkness and then i would look down to see my hands with blood on them and then i would see heads and faces of my friends and family, it wasnt stated but i knew i was the one that caused it, even at the age of 7, then all of the sudden i would hear a chant of "Watch your actions" and the voice was mine, but distorted. After the taunting few minuets of this all of the sudden i would see the Shadow Man and his creepy ass grin would widen, then i would see a dagger either in my hands or one of the victims and if it was the victim i would grab it but then as quick as i blink the shadow man would then stab me and then say his last words, that send chills down my spine to this day, "All actions have consequences" the last words i hear before "dying" which resulted in me waking up but it wasnt in a panic.
A few years later i decided to write a poem for it and i wanted an image so i just googled "the shadow man" and i read that other people have also seen the same kind of man i described, but not the exact same, ive told other people in my life about this dream and man, a hand full of them can tell a similar tale, either from their own experience or from someone else they know, each time someone told me about their story, it just made me uncomfortable, not from the actual creepyness but because the stories were not of /My/ Shadow man, just the thought of the fact i might be attached to this tormentor of my childhood makes the entire experience so much worse.
to this day ive wrote two poems and the second one has been someone successful, so im creating a short film as a visual representation of the poem, it will be done near the middle of the year.
If you would like to read the poems i will post them.
but i have calmed down so i dont get the dreams as often but the last words were "All actions have consequences" even now if i hear someone say "watch your actions" i feel uneasy and go silent.
But remember people, All actions have consequences.
| https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/60upuj/true_the_shadow_man/ | freehorrorstories | JuneCannon |
false | [TRUE!] My parents haunted house. | Please someone help us.
We don't know what to do, it's getting so bad in the 20 years this by far the worst. Both of my parents grew up in haunted houses and of course my siblings and I have all grown up in a haunted house as well.
At first my parents thought my brother's just had a imaginary friend his name was Joe and he lived in the closest.
my brother woke up screaming in the middle of the night I was a baby so I don't remember (but I've seen pictures) my parents ran in there and he had blood all over his sheets and three very long cuts down his back.
they had bunk beds and my other brother was on the bottom, my parents said he was so pale and wouldn't say a word.
Things calmed down for a really long time until I was about 10.
I had one of my friends staying over and we were staying up really late playing games and doing what little girls do.
we started to hear scratching coming outside of my door I had a cat so I thought it was her I went to open it for her but no one was there so we shrugged it off.
Then it started again and the door knob started to jiggle and it slowly opened and there was dark figure standing there looked like it was out of breath it's shoulders were going up and down
Then it lunged at us and we screamed my parents came running.. nothing or nobody was in the house. She never stayed again and stopped being my friend shortly after. 9 years later just little things were happening nothing to scary.
My boyfriend (now husband) went off to basic and i still lived with my parents I was only 19 I had my dog Zeus was sleeping on my bed with me he is a yellow lab.
It was about 6:30 in the morning and I had to be up at 8:30 for work. he woke me up by growling then I heard a weird voice in my ear speaking a language I didn't understand
when I started to open my eyes it started growling in my ear I opened my eyes fast and my door slammed.. my dog was standing over me with his hair standing up looking like he was about attack something.
everyone was at work and I heard banging around coming from my parents room I got Zeus off of me.. I jumped out of bed and ran to my parents room.
cabinets were opening and closing fast and things were getting thrown everywhere around the room and it wouldn't stop I went to run out and the door slammed shut..
my dog now running around the house barking and growling started running into the door i said fuck it and ran out of there grabbed my work clothes, my dog and got the hell out..
I dropped my dog off at my friends and went to work early.. when I got home my parents room was destroyed.
my mother was crying and my dad was pissed, I told them everything... we decided not to talk about it again and went on with the rest of the day..
My brother still lived my parents as well.. that night my door kept opening and closing and I kept hearing running in the hallway so I thought it was him, i slipped on my slippers and stomped to his room.
I was going to yell at him to knock his stupid shit off but when I opened the door he was snoring.. I woke him up and made him promise it wasnt him..
he told me to leave his door open to see if he sees anything..
I'm half way down the hallway my brother yells at me to run to my room and not look back but of course i turn around instead..as I turn around i see a large black figure standing in his doorway staring at me...
It had large red eyes..
just staring at me..
I froze and started to whimper, my brother being the protective big brother came charger telling the thing to leave me alone when he got to it it disappeared..
My brother ran to me and led me to my room and slept on the floor that night to stay with me..
I didn't sleep.
Now a year later I'm 20 my husband is away for the army at the moment and we are waiting for our plumbing to be done at our new house.
last night we had a bad rain storm..
I woke up to growling again but I couldn't move.. out of the corner of my eye there was the figure with red eyes again just staring at me..
Thunder started and it opened its mouth so wide it could of fit my whole head in its mouth, it had huge sharpe teeth and a long skinny tongue it started to scream my ears started to ring I wanted to cover them but I couldn't... my dog half growl and whinning starts to bark.
My parents came running in covering their ears but stopped in mid run when they saw the thing..
my dad came running to me anyway and picked me up and carried me to his room with my dog following.. zeus had his back to us so he could face this thing and he never took his eyes off of the figure until it was out of sight.
I Finally was able to move and I started crying and shaking uncontrollable my brother lives here as well with his girlfriend..
We heard her scream than she started banging on the door so my dad opened it and she came running in crying and shaking.. we start to ask where mike is..
Before she can answer he came out the room on his hands and feet with black eyes, just staring at us.. we all froze none of us knew what to do.. my brother then popped his neck and started running for us..
My dad slammed the door shut and locked it. my brother started to run against it. my mom is screaming for it to get the hell out of her house and just kept repeating this while throwing things and stomping then it goes quiet...
my dad opened the door and my brother was passed out in front of the door with his nose bleeding.
When my brother woke up we told him everything. He didn't remember a thing he remembers hearing screaming then it all went black. He tells us all sorry and then stays quiet the rest of the night.
Nobody slept last night we all called in and tried to figure something out.. now it is the next night and its 11 at night and we are hearing growling and scratching threw the house.. we cant do this again.. please help.
I'll keep you all updated as soon as I can.
Thank you. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/5zu2rv/true_my_parents_haunted_house/ | freehorrorstories | SLBDSSB3614 |
false | ALMOST KIDNAPPED!! My TRUE Life Story | This happened to me one crisp, autumn morning while I was walking to my bus stop when I was a freshman in high school. I played the cello (still do), and, my school orchestra had signed up to play in a local school orchestra festival that day.
So, I was a bit dolled up with makeup, a nice, twisted hair due, a floor-length black dress, and a pair of shiny flat black suede shoes. I decided not to take my cello and use my school's cello instead to avoid the risk of damage and theft. Well, it turns out that my cello wasn't the only thing I needed to worry about being damaged or stolen that day. . .
I said goodbye to my family as I rushed out the door, binder in arm and backpack in tow. When I got past the edge of my lot, a white, unmarked delivery van without a license plate drove past me and slowed down for a moment, as if the driver was looking at something.
Warily, I quickened my pace as I watched the van drive to the end of my cul-de-sac and turn around. I noticed that the van was hanging back a ways and going very slowly. I thought, "Okay, this is creepy," and walked even faster.
Then, the unthinkable happened. I tripped over my dress and my binder went flying out in front of me, spilling some of its contents.
I heard the van speed up behind me as I scrambled to pick everything up with my bloody hands and run away, but, it was too late. The van had caught up to me. . .
The driver opened his window. "Are you okay? Do you need a ride to school?" he said. He looked to be about 35-40 years old, had ear-length reddish-brown hair, brown eyes, and a skinny build. His eyes were bloodshot, and his movements were very fast, as if he was tweaking out on some sort of stimulant.
"I'm fine," I said. "Just leave me alone."
"Are you sure you don't want a ride?" He called as I walked away.
"Yes I'm sure! Now, stop bothering me before I call the police!" I exclaimed as I tried to run away.
Thankfully, my dad's friend was working in his front yard and came to my aid when he realized that I was in trouble.
The creep tried to convince him that he was just trying to help me, but, seeing how distressed I was, and the fact that he kept following me put up his red flags, and he didn't buy it. My dad's friend told me to run inside and get washed up while he called the police. As I did so, the creep tried to get out of his van when my dad's friend slammed the door shut, saying, "If you get out of this van, and you try to hurt that girl, I will beat your sorry ass. You need to leave. Now!!"
I told my dad's friend that I still wanted to catch the bus, thinking that being among friends would help me calm down.
So, he agreed to watch over me until the bus got there. There was one other girl at the stop, and that was of some comfort, but the creep had the nerve to come back.
When he drove by the second time, I ran for the nearest ditch and started sobbing. I was scared for my life. I had previously been in a 6.8M earthquake, and this experience was ten times scarier than that. The other girl at the stop ran over to me, asking what was wrong, and I told her what had just happened. She staying there with me until my dad's friend raced down there in his truck.
We waited until the bus came to make sure that the other girl and the other students who came later got on the bus safely. Once I got to school, I told the campus police officer what happened and tearfully gave him the best description of the creep and his vehicle as I could. Thankfully, he was caught later that day while I was at school, and I thanked the campus police officer profusely for getting that search started. Turns out, the creep had been living in my neighborhood for about a year. He could've been watching me for that long, and I didn't even know it. . .
This is an experience I would not wish on my worst enemy. For months afterwards, I was so afraid to walk by myself in my own neighborhood that my parents had to walk or drive me to my bus stop and wait for because going by myself meant having flashbacks and embarrassing panic attacks. This creep may not have taken me. . . but, he took away my ability to feel safe, and, it took me a long time to gain that back. To the creep who did this to me. . . Why???
| https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/5zpe2s/almost_kidnapped_my_true_life_story/ | freehorrorstories | cellogirl11 |
false | [TRUE] The disturbed spirit of the dead girl | I never was a person who had normal dreams. Usually they are pretty strange and most of them were action and adventure mixed up with lots of things that I did in the day or the past few days. Never have I had a dream in which I felt dread in my spine or that crippling fear in which it's usually described in most of creepy stories.
Enough about that, let me introduce myself. I spend most of my days listening to creepy pastas while playing video games. Most of them are about action combat and adventure. Usually there is gore or dismemberment and blood. That never affected me much, since you know, it's a video game. It's not real. Your brain knows when it's real or not, despite the graphics being that good. About the creepy pastas, they are very mild at best for me. When I started to listen creepy pastas on youtube they were about the paranormal, spirits and such. And they were mostly from Japan, so I got pretty spooked and excited to listen to some more. Looking in the web, I started to realize that the american ones are from stalkers, weird people, murders, rapists and home invaders. That might be scary for whom they are happening, but since I am black belt in judo, I tend not to fear others despite the fact that I know I cannot win everybody. But they are people, people can get hurt and killed pretty easy. So I listen just for the story.
But since you are here, let's talk about my weird dream that I had today. Before you can understand a little about the dream, I didn't have much opportunities having sex with the opposite gender so it's a bit rare but not uncommon of me to dream about having sex with a girl. Today was no different. I was dating a gorgeous japanese girl and we went to a crowded mixed restroom to have sex. Don't ask, I don't know how dreams work either. After some time there, I asked her if we could go to a more private place, she said she had one in her house and so we went there together. The creepy factor started there. The house was really old and dilapidated, as if nobody lived there or didn't care about the place for a long time. She went to the backyard of the house with me and said they had a subterranean room where her sister died. She had to pump water for the room because it was flooded. As she was pumping the water from a hole, her dad came up and started to tell me how the room was. The bed was attached to the wall because of her sister's fits. I asked him what kind of fits and he said she would usually move uncontrollably on her own as if having a seizure while screaming so they have to pin her to the wall with the bed. While he was telling me that, I started to fell a chill down on my spine. That crippling fear that killed all my hornyness right at the spot. No way I would have sex in that haunted place don't know how many feets below surface where a girl, apparently, possessed died. As I was summoning my courage to talk to my date, her dad said he thought it was ok and entered the black stair case near the pump. That place was dark, lacking any kind of light. I didn't want to go there but her dad went without hesitation. While he was going down, he was describing how the place was until we couldn't hear his voice anymore. Right after that I felt my stomach drop and nauseated. Something was not right here. They were waking up something that shouldn't be awoken. For some inexplicable reason, my mom showed up and went in the same place that the guy went, doing the same thing that he did. But her voice suddenly stopped and right after that, the guys body and my mother's body burst through the pump hole. They were bloody and dismembered, as if hack into pieces as easy as you cut a juicy and tender meat with a sharp blade. I felt a deep sorrow for my mother and started crying like a baby. My legs couldn't support my weight. I didn't have enough strength to go on because of my mother. Weirdly, I muster some courage and as I was looking back, my date was also in the same state. Looking in front of me again, found a pile of bodies in the same way. I felt an unnerving panic with dread. I had to get out of this place or I would be the next. Who knows who were this invisible threat, maybe her sister's spirit who had made a pile of bodies as easily as you make a pile of meat. I sprinted away from the house but the gates were locked and for some odd reason, I was push back into a room inside the house with the door locked. I was on fight or flight response. I didn't care about anything. I knocked down the door and was in some kind of living room, of course the other door was locked. I have to break the window glass to get out. Cut my hand in some shards but managed to break free. Sprinted away until my lungs burned. After that I was awoken by my parents saying that a family member, who was young I dare say, just died of heart attack. Never in my life I had this kind of horror dream. A chill went down on my spine as I was recounting what happened to them. Who know what would have happened to me if I stayed in that creepy place. Guess I just had my paranormal story that I always wanted. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/5yuacv/true_the_disturbed_spirit_of_the_dead_girl/ | freehorrorstories | Saitoshiba |
false | I ate pizza | I ate pizza
| https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/5xkn6x/i_ate_pizza/ | freehorrorstories | Bigbadwolg89 |
false | [TRUE] I'm afraid it wasn't just a dream. | I already posted this one under /offmychest because it took me too long to find *this* subreddit, and because it's been weighing on my heart. I've only been able to tell my sister (I'll call her Michelle) because she gets dreams like this too.
I **really wish** this was something I could put on /nosleep. Believe what you want, but to me this is 100% real.
For the past ten years or so, I've been having some dreams that partially or totally end up happening in real life. At first, they were silly, trivial things. The first one I had was back in early 2007. I was just finishing up middle school, and my sisters and I were semi-obsessed with Disney Channel shows. My dream was a harmless, "hanging out with celebrities" dream. That particular dream featured the Sprouse twins from The Suite Life. In the dream, I walked into a room where they were wearing fake-muscle-suits--one in red, and one in blue--and flexing in the mirror. I was confused and asked, "What are you guys doing?" They whirled around quickly and replied, "Nothing!"
A couple of months or so later, an episode came out where they became superheroes--*in red and blue muscle suits.*
Unfortunately, I hadn't taken to writing down my dreams until after this incident, so I don't have any proof that I dreamt it before it happened.
Another one was a vague dream about spending the day with a guy, walking around, talking, and having fun. I didn't remember his face when I woke up, but I remembered his hair--he had a very pronounced cowlick at his forehead--and how it felt to hug him at the end, and how real it all felt.
Literally two or three months later, I ran into a friend of mine at a local amusement park (we were both there for school field trips, but for completely different purposes, and from schools three hours apart). I ended up hanging out with him for the whole trip until I had to leave. When I hugged him goodbye, my dream flashed into my mind. This trip was exactly the same as my dream, down to his hair and the hug. On the bus ride home, I stared out the window in shock. This one *is* documented in my journals, and I still get goosebumps when I think of it.
The dreams took a turn for the unexpectedly dark some time later. My sisters (Michelle and Lizzie) and I made friends with two English kids through a writing website Lizzie and I used. These two kids were really goofy and funny, and after talking to them for a while, they told us that one of them (I'll call him Mike) had had cancer and was in remission. A while later, they revealed that the cancer was back, but Mike was going in for treatment again.
Cue the dream.
I dreamt that we (my sisters and I) went to visit them "across the pond." I hung back with Mike's mom while everyone else played in the yard. I asked her about Mike, how he was doing. Quietly, she told me that this time, the cancer was terminal. He wouldn't make it.
We got the same news in real life a couple of months after that. He and Lizzie were really good friends, and she took it hard. I think she still writes "Dear Mike" at the beginning of her journal entries, and it's been almost 6 years.
I've started to recognize the dreams that are potentially "real," and I had one two nights ago.
In the dream, a friend of mine was crying. At first I didn't know why, and she didn't tell me, but then I realized her baby bump was gone.
She'd lost her child.
I hugged her tightly for a long time before I woke up.
Right now, my friend is 5 months pregnant and due in July.
I'm *praying* that I'm wrong about this dream. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/5wl0c5/true_im_afraid_it_wasnt_just_a_dream/ | freehorrorstories | literal_semicolon |
false | Creepy neighbour from my childhood | I literally JUST remembered this guy, so am quickly writing it down here so I don't forget it.
For a little background this happened in Florida. 2004-2006 yeah I'm an early 2000s kid. So I was around 5-7 years old (female), while my older sister was a few years older than me. I am a French-American and grew up over seas, so visiting my grandparents in America had always been an interesting experience.
The neighbour was a very old skinny man from what I can remember, who had a wife. We never really saw the wife much besides her trimming the hedges and occasionally staring at my sister and I while we ran around our backyard.
To make sense for the following events, my grandparents used to live in the house they moved into, so when my grandparents moved they went one house over. I remember having had left a few toys in that old house and have always wanted to go in there on my own time and try to get them back, this never happened.
I remember on several accounts this old man would try and coax my older sister and I into his house. Sometimes he would try this with us separately and another time he would try to get us individually to enter his house.I was just at little kid at the time but I do remember certain things in detail.
There was one encounter with our neighbour that I'll never forget. One time I was playing out in the backyard looking for lizards and what not, when I saw the neighbour waving at me. I remember watching him for a bit before trotting over to him, he seemed to be signalling for me to come into his garage.
Right before I did so, my older sister appeared behind me and grabbed my hand. She told me off for almost going into our neighbours property. When I told her what happened, I remember she looked over at him. The old man began to say things like, "Your dog is in my garage. She wondered in here, come get your dog. I'll even give you two some candy" and stuff like that.
After a few minutes of this I had grown kind of bored and sat down on the grass. I remember my older sister leaning down a bit to speak in my ear and she said something like, "When I say so, we run got it?" I just nodded in return, wondering why we would need to run.
As my older sister stared the man down, he soon began to start walking out of his garage. The neighbour began to talk about candy, our dog and other things while he began to approach us. I remember looking at him in confusion as the man began to approach us. Seeing this my sister whispered "NOW!" to me as we both began to book it back to the house, with the man screaming at us to come back.Once we ran inside my older sister told my parents what happened and they confirmed we should never talk to the man ever again. Oh and by the way the dog was in the house the entire time, she was fine.
At the time I just thought it was a weird encounter and tossed it aside. Several times after that I remember the neighbour trying to get me to follow him inside, when I had gone looking for golf balls and had wondered too close to their house. This always ended in me tempting death and waiting till he was a few seconds away from grabbing me, before I darted back to the house. Either that or my older sister would come to rescue me.
When I was around 9 years old (2008) he old man died. From what I don't really remember, I think it was from something to do with his heart. To be honest at the time I didn't care at all, I was happy he was gone so my older sister and I wouldn't get creeped on anymore. After his death his son came and got his wife (the mom) and they moved out.
Now that I think about it this was very creepy. But at the time I didn't think about it much I guess. What I wonder about now is why did he want my older sister and I to come into his house/garage? Why did he lie about the dog? What was he planning to do with us? | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/5vloxa/creepy_neighbour_from_my_childhood/ | freehorrorstories | KittenKnightt |
false | (True) There was something knocking at my door | This happened about 2 years ago, nearing the end of September. My aunt and her friend decided to fly up to New York from Panama to enjoy their mini vacation with my parents and I. Although, many strange and paranormal experiences have happened to me ever since I was little, this event stayed with me and affected me more than the other experiences. Here's the thing, many things have happened to a lot of my family members, specially my aunt and her friend..we'll get back to that later though.
So, it was around 10:30 at night, keep in mind that my old neighborhood was a very calm and quiet place. Since I live near the country side not much action happens in the neighborhoods. The neighbors were either elderly or young couples with smaller children. None that could cause trouble around the neighborhood. There were only about 20-25 houses in the entire neighborhood I lived in.
Moving on, the three of us decided to stay up late to watch scary movies while my parents slept upstairs in their room. My aunt's friend was sitting near the slide doors leading to the backyard while my aunt and I were sitting in the bigger couch near the front door. I was sitting on the left side where the door faced, and my aunt sat on the right side of me, which meant I was closest to the front door. We spent about 10 minutes debating on which movie we should watch. After those 10 minutes we finally chose to watch 'Odd Thomas', which wasn't really a scary movie but it was about a guy who could see spirits and demons...what a coincidence.
We were only 2 minutes into the movie when I had a sudden urge to look at the door, I glanced back at my aunt and her friend only to see them staring at the door as well. I look back at the door for about 5 seconds and then a loud bang came and then another one following after and then a third one. All 3 bangs came from the front door. Almost as if 5 people had just body slammed into the door 3 times, I thought it was going to fly off of its frame. My first instinct was to run to the kitchen and grab a knife but as I was about to do that my aunt grabbed me by my shirt and told me to stay down. As I look to my right I saw my aunt's friend with her knees to her chest rocking herself back and forth while my aunt just kept her gaze towards the door. While all three of us kept our attention to the door, next to it there were two small rectangular windows on either side of the door. The right window had a small curtain and the left side was being covered with a small decorative tree. The small curtain had a gap in between of it because it was glued onto the window from the top area to the bottom area leaving the middle part lose. At the moment of the bangs it caused the middle area of the curtain to puff up slowly. And then quickly press against the window leaving it wrinkled.
After that we were all silent. All of us were terrified. My aunt denied being scared, but at that moment I could see nothing but fear in her face. I wanted to run upstairs to get my parents but I was too afraid to go up the stairs because it was right in front of the door. All I could do was text and call them but they were too deep in their slumber to hear their phones ring. My aunt told the two of us to calm down and dismissed it as the wind. We all knew it couldn't have been, but in order to stay calm she made up that excuse. And I must say that it was totally cliché.
The next morning I told my mother about the previous events. She brushed it off by saying it must've been a bear or a deer. Another cliché thing to say. We both went outside to inspect and found my mom's decorations near the front of the door thrown off to the side. There were no scratch marks or bumps on the door. Everything seemed normal except for her decorations laying on the side.
When the three of us looked at the door the night of the event, there wasn't anything that could've caught our attention. Since the woods were 40 meters away from my house we would've heard the trees moving with the wind but we heard nothing. The movie was playing at that time but it was strange how we all felt a sudden urge to look at the door almost as if we knew that something was about to happen.
The bangs were extremely loud and caused me to jump up from the couch. It couldn't have been kids playing a prank on us because I'd been living there for about 3 years and nothing like that had ever happened. Plus I knew the neighbors well enough to know that they'd never do such a thing like that. There were exactly 3 bangs, one After the other one could've honestly caused the door to fly out of place but thank God it didn't.
What about the curtain? The only explanation we could come up with was that the impact of the bangs created the wind causing the curtain to react that way...but why did it inflate slowly if the bangs were rapid and then suddenly cause it to go against the window so fast after the bangs were over?
My aunt thinks that the wind must've been knocked off of its course, that's why we didn't hear the trees moving, and created huge columns of wind and that must've caused the door to move so much. The gust of wind must've gotten inside the house from the cracks of the door leading the curtain to puff up.
Personally it doesn't make sense and sounds like total bs to me.
She also mentioned she saw a shadow outside but she doesn't have an explanation for that. I didn't see a shadow outside though.
My mother came up with an excuse as well. She said it might've been a deer or a bear. But why would a deer or a bear bang their head or entire body for that matter into a door? Like I previously said, there were no scratch marks to proof it was an animal. No animal could've caused those 3 loud bangs. We've had deer sightings in that neighborhood before but none that have acted in such a strange behavior, usually they would all run back into the woods. Bears are out of the question, not once have there been sightings of them. I should also mention that we had the lights from outside on. Why would an animal come that close to a house, specially a door that is clearly being illuminated by a light?
Like I said before, animals in general are out of the question.
As I mentioned before, my aunt, along with my mother, have had experienced many unexplained events and they believe in the paranormal...I think the only reason they tried to make up an excuse for this situation was to prevent me from becoming paranoid and afraid..it's pretty late for that now since I've had my fair share of experiences as well. Now to my aunt's friend, my aunt told me that when her friend was younger she suffered from really bad night terrors. She said she saw things. Demonic identities as she described them. She'd wake up screaming and crying...it was traumatizing for her. Her family had always been religious and they prayed for her every night and slowly those things haunting her went away as she grew up. That really creeped me out and led me to believe that she might've brought or attracted that 'thing' to my house. Or maybe it could've been something else.
I hope this never happens to me again.
Please let me know if you guys think it might've been the wind that could've caused those three extremely loud knocks at my door or an animal...or some kind of creature.
| https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/5swfgj/true_there_was_something_knocking_at_my_door/ | freehorrorstories | Unique_individual20 |
false | My encounter with Sarah Pitt. | I live in a small suburb neighborhood in Washington state. All my life I had lived there and my neighbors were good people except one. When I was 6 years old, my mother had started her own art entertainment business and my dad was a salesman so my parents at one point decided to get a babysitter for me since they were gone all the time during the summer.
My mother asked my neighbor Heather if her teenage daughter Sierra could babysit me and she would get paid. From what I recall, Sierra was a very down to earth person like she was so serious all the time. My mother let her be my babysitter for 3 months.
She would only come over for 30 minutes a day and when she was there, I tried to talk her into playing a board game or something with me since I was so bored being left alone at the house. She never responded to any that I said which I just thought was strange since all of the other people that I had met acted as if they were happy to see me but she seemed as if she was so depressed that she chose to ignore me. She would come to my house, and just make me one bowl of mac and cheese or a sandwich a day and nothing else. She wouldn't even get me a bottle of water.
Over a week of babysitting, she would come over less and less which meant I was feeling very lonely and was often by my self for hours on end. It was almost like she neglected me for some reason like I was a prisoner of war or something. By the end of the summer, Sierra had turned 16 and all ready was pregnant. She decided to leave her mother Heather and go out and live with her boyfriend who had recently moved to Phoenix, Arizona.
She left and Heather was devastated because Sierra never told her that she was moving to Phoenix. Heather became very ill after this and eventually died in her own home due heart failure only a year after Sierra had left. I never heard anything about else about her and to be honest, I was glad she was gone because I never really liked her at all since she chose to neglect me when she was "babysitting me".
4 years later, I'm watching the news with my dad and a story comes up on the news about some single mother who had left her children to die in a trailer park in Mesa, Arizona. Apparently , this woman had left her 2 children in her trailer in the woods to starve to death with no water or food whatsoever to live with her new boyfriend. One of those children died as the other one barely survived. A person who was driving through the desert in Mesa had noticed a trailer in on the side of the road. This person had pulled over and heard screaming coming from the trailer and found a horror show. She had abused, neglected and tortured her own children over the span of 2 years. The trailer had no air condition and one child died.
They showed a picture of the woman and it was Sierra. Sierra didn't want children so instead of giving them up to foster care or CPS, she decided to kill them and collect life insurance policies she had on them. She had committed the worst act that a mother could do to her children. It still shocks me to this day that a person could have the ill will to do something to a child especially one of her own. I do not know what she was convicted of but I do know that she was sent to prison. I still feel so sorry for those children who had to endure the neglect from their mother.
Here are some articles and documents about the case.
http://www.columbian.com/news/2012/nov/16/former-vancouver-woman-arrested-after-child-died-i/ https://dcs.az.gov/sites/default/files/Mary_Jimerfield_8_25_2012.pdf
This was her mug shot:
http://the-mugshot.website/mugshot/AZ/Maricopa-County-Sheriff-Office/2012-Nov-06/1995867/Sierra-Pitt | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/5pdqfv/my_encounter_with_sarah_pitt/ | freehorrorstories | AndtotheDrew27 |
false | Call from my Uncle | In the Summer of 2005, my oldest brother got a phone call from our Uncle who lives in another country. You might say that’s not really that odd but my brother had strayed away from our family long before that, when he turned 18 to be exact.
He moved out, started his own life, got into drugs, went into debt and all but ruined everything he had going for him.
My parents were very supportive of all of us and my mother tried to keep in contact with him for years. It was really weird because we had begun to give up on him, he wouldn’t answer our calls and although we kept in touch with our cousins when they moved out of the U.S. we never really discussed my older brother’s life.
So you can imagine our shock when he suddenly came home as if he was a different person. He was smiling when he came up the stairs, hugged and kissed my mom and hugged my other older brother, my older sister and me. And then he told us what happened.
He had gotten a call from our Uncle Al while he was on his way to his drug dealer. It was mostly weed and the occasional something stronger. He had been off of it for 6 months but he was feeling very stressed from over working to get out of debt, he thought that maybe a little bit wouldn’t have hurt.
When Uncle Al called him, it was about 3 in the afternoon. He said they had the most wonderful conversation, that Uncle Al was proud of him for changing his life around and that he was going to be okay. There’s was more to the conversation but I forgot most of it.
After they hung up, my brother had a complete change in heart and mind and decided to come home instead and stay off of drugs. He was suddenly happy and couldn’t wait to see us all and even asked us to forgive him.
We were all happy for him and my mom was thinking about calling Uncle Al to talk to him about it when suddenly my dad came home, crying. I had never seen my dad cry before in my entire life so this was really scary to see him like that.
He then told us that Aunt Mary called him in a panic and that Uncle Al died in a terrible car accident early that morning on his way to work.
My older brother showed us the call at around 3pm from my Uncle’s number and my Aunt later confirmed that the phone was destroyed in the accident, his car was literally crunched like a tin can.
| https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/5oso9h/call_from_my_uncle/ | freehorrorstories | suddenlyonfire |
false | [TRUE] I found out someone was stalking my friend. | So, at the time I was about 20 years old, male, in college, typical things going on. Personally i've always been that type of weird person myself but it's a lot of more showing i'm not one to be messed around with more than anything.
So it's about around January, i've got this friend I had recently met and for all purposes i'll call her Miranda. So Miranda had while walking down a hallway with me, and another friend i'll call Jake, had accidentally bumped into this rather tall guy. I myself am six foot 3 while this guy was 6 foot 5, Miranda was shorter around 5 foot 4, Jake was short but african american, fit, looked like he could whoop some ass. I'm decently built, like an old style wrestler from the late 1800's to the 1900's early. This guy was tall, curly brownish hair, don't quite remember his eye color but he was white.
So she bumps into him and he turns to her, saying. "You know that bump was pretty hot, I bet your hair would smell nice going down my drain at night." So creeped out as well most of my friends being decently easy to scare social awkward people, she ran off so Jake stepping up to the guy says. "I will whoop your ass if you ever talk to her again." I'm standing here like this guy is pathetic. So he looks down Jake stating with that kind of stare like he knows he's superior but isn't. "I'll eat you with a bowl of cornflakes field worker." So I hold Jake back because it was clear he was ready to fight him. I look to the guy with a blank stare back and go. "You know, those cornflakes would be mighty fine with all four of your limbs chopped off for soup, wanna step into my dungeon slut?" This weirdly shocked this tall guy and we did end up learning his name from other women. So we can just call him James.
So the next few days he was asking my friends about Miranda just normal questions but visibly being creepy while doing so. So later me as well Miranda were hanging out in her room, it was light out for once, she hears a knock on the door so she goes to look through the little eye hole things some college dorms have for their doors. It's that guy standing there with well a sign that he was turned on in the lower region of his body. So freaking out she froze up, I noticing this walk over to see this through the eyehole, so not gonna lie i'm pretty weird but i'm not stupid. So I usually carry a knife on me, either in my pocket, or if I need to hide it better, strapped on my body, because paranoia is a bitch. So I pull it out, then open the door quickly as I had my friend go into her bathroom. The guy goes "Oh it's only you asshole." I lick my lips, holding out my knife and look at him. "Leave or i'm going to cut you and drain your blood until you die piggy." So he looks alarmed at this runs off and I can't say for sure but I thought he had a rag in his hands behind him so i'm just assuming he planned on well the whole does this rag smell like chloroform play on that had I not been there. I talked to my friend after and we reported him after though more she did because I mean the whole part of me having a knife on those grounds would have no went over so well.
So I ended up staying for another term of college, decent scores in the courses, this dude had left my friend alone for about two months. The last time he tried anything, my friend Miranda was walking with Jake as well another friend who is just as tall as this guy, pretty skinny, six pack, to be honest I found this friend hot. I'll call him John. So the guy steps out behind a corner and tries to grab Miranda by the arm and what happened next I expected. Don't know exactly who did it but either it was Jake or John, had got the guy on the ground they stomped him out pretty good, the guy was brought to the hospital and charges were filed. So about a month later as I ended up leaving half a term early, came back a few weeks later for graduation, found out that this guy had been let go of police custody as well since the college wasn't the greatest they didn't have camera proof of him even doing any of this. He had been sighted outside the windows at night looking in on people, no clue if they ever found him after but it's just kinda weird this happened all I know is during all of this, this guy usually left any room I walked into because I might have outcreeped the fucker to the point that he avoided me which I found cool I guess.
I'm 22 going onto 23 now and my friends graduated from their courses too, and every now/then I hear my friend Miranda always thank me for being so weird to protect her from this guy. Which is cool I guess cept i'm usually just this weird I just don't act on it. | https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/5ossc9/true_i_found_out_someone_was_stalking_my_friend/ | freehorrorstories | Thefriendlymisterg |
false | If you have seen yourself inside your home, please do the following... | 1.) Upon your first sighting, back away slowly and do not make any noise if you can help it.
2.) Hide in a safe place that you hardly go to normally. Under your bed will do just fine.
3.) Keep them in your sight as much as possible, make sure they don't leave. The door will disappear if they do.
- If they try to escape, fight them harder than you've every fought or think you could fight before. They must be completely destroyed. Squeeze their eyes, peel the flesh from their bones if you must.
- Fight smart too. They know your tricks, but it is you or them.
4.) They think they are real, don't let them see you or know of your presence. They will fight harder than you ever thought something could to stay "alive".
5.) Stay awake the first night, you will have work to do...
6.) Once they are asleep in your bed, slowly and carefully set your belongings slightly ajar or "off" in some way that you would notice if you were them.
- For example: Set the silverware in different places, flip the toilet paper on the other side, put your couch a few feet to the right or left. Anything to make them think twice about every little thing.
7.) Once you have finished, hide under your bed again and wait for them to wake up. DO NOT FALL ASLEEP.
8.) They will likely notice something is weird once they wake up. This will distract them enough for you to make your escape, or your victory.
9.) If you choose to make your victory, strike quickly while they're distracted. Fight hard, be brutal. Leave no trace that they once looked human. Don't listen to their tricks or manipulations. It is you or them or you or them or you or them or them or you or them or y
10.) If you choose to escape, make sure they are as far away from the door as possible, plan out your previous antics the night before accordingly.
- Once you open the door, slam it shut behind you quickly, they can move faster than you think once they hear it open.
- The door will disappear once you close it, leaving just the wall behind.
- They will scream and scratch and beg and cry and shout. Do not listen, show no pity. If they wanted to live they should have been strong enough to beat you. Pathetic creature...
- Walk away and claim your freedom.
It is you or them. | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15e4heq/if_you_have_seen_yourself_inside_your_home_please/ | Ruleshorror | WalmartBrandJesus |
false | You got hired as a Driver! Hear are some instructions | Well if you're hearing this, congrats! You got the position. Sorry, I couldn't make this tape tailored specifically to you, we were considering a lot of candidates for the position... anyways, this company prides itself on how fast we can make long distance deliveries. In order to help you meet our expectations, I made this tape. So,
Number 1. Always wake up early in the morning so you can make the most of daylight. It's usually when visibility is best, you can drive fast, less caution, et cetera etc cetera. You can see anything that comes out of the ditches during the day.
Number 2. You may have noticed your truck has two radios. Ones for music and ones just for communication. Make sure you keep your communication radio on at all times, tuned to channel 96.6, important messages will come through this radio... assuming of course there are any important messages coming through.
Number 2a. Kind of a partner to Number 2, but don't play your radio too often. You gotta remain aware, especially at night or when there's less visibility outside your truck.
Number 3. To stay on schedule, try to avoid stopping your truck if you can really avoid it. Wild animals and... other things have been a problem on your route for a while now. Don't want you getting bit, or worse. If you have to stop your truck, and you have to get out to take a bathroom break, when you get out, just do a quick walk around your truck, make sure there's nothing slinking around waiting. After that, do your business as quick as you can and get back in.
Go fast... to stay on schedule.
Number 3a. Never get out during the night time, or when visibility is limited. Animals like attacking from fog or the dark, you know? Plus, you have no idea what could get into your truck when you can't see so well.
Number 3b. DO NOT ]trust the square brackets[
Number 4. In the mountains it can get pretty foggy this time of year. It'd be a scenic route if you could see any of it. At night, or when it's foggy and you can't see well, keep going at a steady 45 miles per hour. It's about as fast as you can safely go, if anythings chasing you it'll just barely be slower.
Number 5. If something is chasing you and It catches up to you, switch your music radio OFF, turn off lights in your cabin and make yourself very hard to see. Chances are It won't see you there and It'll stop chasing. DO NOT STOP. Your "schedule" depends on it.
Number 6. In the event that somethings in the road, best to just hit it. You're in a semi truck, anything that'll be in the road IF you followed the rules correctly will lose that confrontation. If you didn't... ]no no, you'll be fine.[ Just don't look in your rear view mirrors.
Number 7. When you exit the mountains, keep your music radio off for the rest of the trip, and no matter what the signs say, keep your truck going at least 45 miles per hour.
Number 7a. After you leave the mountains, AC is a must have. It's crazy I know, being the start of fall and all. Keep the air flowing though. It can get hot in your truck and It likes warm environments. It'll chase you longer if your trucks hot.
Number 8. If you find yourself on a long stretch of road with no markings, check your GPS. If it's relocating, punch the gas. Speed away as fast as you can, and you'd better hope you noticed you were in a loop fast enough enough enough enough enough-
Number 9. Assuming you did Number 8 right, your GPS will finish rerouting and you'll be directed to stop somewhere nearby. It's safe at this point, you can continue as normal.
Number 10. Once your first delivery is done... QUIT THIS JOB AND NEVER LOOK BA-
]Thank you for listening to this training tape. Feel free to re play if you're confused about any of the rules and I hope you'll make deliveries with us again![ | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15dj7bf/you_got_hired_as_a_driver_hear_are_some/ | Ruleshorror | -MrMikey- |
false | Have you been doing your nightly checks? | We all need to keep our eyes out to make sure our town is safe, so please remember to do the following before going to bed tonight.
1.) Keep your doors locked and flash a light through the keyholes to avoid brinch infestations.
- If you keep hearing scratches in your ears and/or the sounds of your mothers death, flash a light through each one again and then your ears for good measure
(Nasty little buggers think they can feed off our fears and happiness, eh? We'll show them whose boss!)
- If you do sense you're starting to feel a little down though, head to the doctor and they'll get you sorted out. Deafness beats death any day!
2.) Keep your mirrors covered from 8:00pm to 3:59am
- Make sure you have an alarm set right at 4:00am to remove the covers if you want to keep your eyes next month
- For good measure, make sure not to look at any of them until 6am, though. The family likes their privacy
3.) Make sure your spare child is still in the basement
- Any day now he'll come reaping and we do not want to make him short-handed
- It is imperative that your spare child thinks they are wanted and loved. Give them a treat every so often and don't forget to say "I love you" once a week, no matter how much it hurts your throat
- They. Aren't. Human. Anymore.
4.) At 9:00pm, check the windows to make sure the seekers are still behind the glass
- If they are, keep staring at them until they lose interest and fade away. It should only take a few minutes
- If they aren't, save yourself by locking yourself in the nearest room you think is empty until morning. The authorities will know what happened when they see the blood outside. Your family's sacrifice means our safety
5.) Feed the wall-beast
- We still aren't sure why but each home seems to have its own beast inside the walls. Give it a sliver of meat before you go to bed by tucking it in a small hole near the floor. It should be obvious where it is
- Missing a single night will be your last. Remember the phrase you learned in grade-school: "Else be deceased, give a feast to your beast!"
6.) Don't look up from 10:00pm - 11:00pm
- The extra-dimensional ceiling spiders like to make themselves known so they can hunt at this hour. Looking up will activate their predatory response, and even if you survive, your mind surely won't
- It's best to just make sure you and your children are asleep by this hour
7.) Check under your bed before going to sleep
- You might find a spare seeker. They should fade once you look at them, but don't dare fall asleep without making sure if you don't want to risk being a vilomah
- This goes without saying, but check your children's beds before they fall asleep too
8.) Finally, make sure your family still has their correct face before locking any doors
Keep our town safe by keeping yourself safe! | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15d9ln8/have_you_been_doing_your_nightly_checks/ | Ruleshorror | WalmartBrandJesus |
false | Rules for dating my brother and coming home for dinner with us | Oh,Hey! You're my brother's new partner? Oh,no. Don't worry,I think you're lovely. But we have some rules in this house that some of his exes didn't follow and..Let's say they haven't been seen in a while..
Rule 1:When you get to our house,Don't come in unless I or my brother let you in. IT likes to fool visitors. Wait for the person or creature to close the door in your face and then knock again. Repeat until one of us opens the door for you.
Rule 2:If you smell cooking,You can go sit wherever you want to. But,If you smell blood,Immediately head to my room. Nowhere else is safe. Not even my brother's room. Stay there for 15 minutes,then you're safe!
Rule 3:Do me a favor,Don't follow the rules with smiles at the end. SHE still is obsessed with my brother and wants you dead.
Rule 4:Go compliment my mother's cooking. She doesn't like you,She's a complete boy mom and hates anyone who comes between her and her precious son. If you don't,She'll poison your food.
Rule 4.5:Mama loves you,No need to compliment her cooking :)
Rule 5:I may be the least favorite child,but the creatures here like me,So be nice to me.
Rule 5.5:Be mean to me,Nobody likes me :)
Rule 6:Father likes you,he's your best bet besides me to survive. I know,Your boyfriend should be defending you,but mom's cleaning toxins have gone to his head so he can't do much.
Rule 7:Here are the creatures you should and shouldn't talk to or interact with. If they're beside mom,Don't even spare them a glance. If they're beside me,You may talk or look at them,They like you! Please be nice to them. If they're beside father,You can look at them,just don't talk to them. If they're beside my brother,God bless your soul. Those are his exes that failed to follow our rules and want revenge.
Rule 8:I nor anyone in this house cares if you do or don't like the food. Eat it. As long as you complimented mother's cooking,it won't be bad.
Rule 9:Don't give my brother any affection around our mom. You may give any type of affection infront of the creatures here or me and father. Melissa and Melanie always will keep them in their place.
Rule 9.5:Give affection infront of MaMa. She like it :)
Rule 10:Melissa and Melanie were our older sisters. One of my brother's exes accused Melissa of throwing away mom's food,And when Melanie tried to defend her,They were both killed by mom and the ex was killed as well. Don't be afraid of them,As long as you're nice to me and him,There's nothing they will do to you.
Rule 12:Don't go into anyone's room but mine and my brother's. That's one way to get killed by the creatures,my mom,or Melissa and Melanie. You might see something you're not supposed to. I barely escaped alive last time.
Rule 13:Don't go to the basement,They roam down there and it smells like a c0rpse down there. Dad works down there as well so you can only go down there if you're accompanied by him. You may watch him work,but don't touch his tools. If you do,He'll leave you down there and lock the door,letting THEM have their way with you.
Rule 14:If a little girl tugs on your pants/skirt/dress,Look down at her and tell her she looks like a princess and give her a headpat. She'll tell her mom about it and she'll protect you. They are Kelly and Kristen. The only ex of my brother who will somewhat like you. She was a teen mom and when mom found out..She butchered Kristen and cooked Kelly.
Rule 14.5:Be mean to little girl. She bad! :)
Rule 15:When dinner is done,Wait for mom to leave before offering your food to the creatures. They might take it and will be too full to eat you.
Rule 16:Walk upstairs with me and my brother,If we ask you to get something from any room but ours,Ch0ke my brother and slam my head into the wall. That's not us. We will be up in a few minutes,You're welcome to talk to any of the named ghosts/creatures I mentioned. Just make sure if you talk to Kelly or Kristen,You followed rule 14.
Rule 17:When I come up after the events of rule 16 may have happened,Make sure to look at my hair clip color. If it's purple,You're okay and you can spend the night with us or leave,Everyone will agree with your decision automatically. If it's yellow,Ask about our older sisters,they're banned to be talked about,but they'll know what to do and make sure you get out of this house alive,Which does mean you won't be staying the night. If it's Blue or black,Push both me and my brother aside and scream. Run as fast as you can. To save some time,call out for the named creatures or my father.
Rule 16.5:Stay the night no matter hair clip color. Color does not matter :)
Rule 17:When we all sit down,Mom will come up and ask us if we want dessert,Say no for all of us. She'll poison yours,She adds these weird violent pills to my brother's,And I'll somehow forget I'm allergic to the sweets we have. I know,Mom purposely bought those to make fun of me and so when I forget about my allergy,I'll have a reaction and die.
Rule 18:If you feel someone's hand somewhere on your body,but both of mine and my brother's hands are far from you,Stay still and close your eyes and try not to breath. I'll eventually notice and you may open them back up when you feel them leave you.
Rule 18.5:Keep eyes open anD brEathE lots :)
Rule 19:If you hear us mention any siblings we have,pretend you know about them and laugh with us. Mom's food makes us really loopy and makes us believe in people who don't exist. The only siblings we had were Melissa and Melanie. We don't have any more. You'll risk us turning on you if you don't play along.
Rule 20:If you're safe,here's what will happen with both scenarios.
If you stay the night,You are safe and can leave the next morning. Don't say goodbye to anyone alive other than me. My brother is unstable in the mornings and will mistake you for the ex who took our sisters away from us. He killed her. He wants our sisters back. Make sure to say goodbye to Melissa and Melanie,And make sure to say sorry about the "accident". Kristen and Kelly will follow you home and prevent you from getting hurt. Please don't question how they got in your car. Don't even acknowledge them.
If you leave after dinner,Say goodbye to me,father,mom,my brother,And say one final goodbye to the creatures. Mom won't hear the last goodbye,so you're good. Leave the house and don't mention the dinner to anyone else. Nobody here or anywhere will remember you leaving or you coming to our house.
Now that you've read the rules,Get ready! Don't be late! | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15d20qm/rules_for_dating_my_brother_and_coming_home_for/ | Ruleshorror | SevereMeat5603 |
false | Precautions and survival guide for The Backrooms | After the recent government finding of a new phenomenon called ‘no clipping’ where one is able to fall out of reality and into the backrooms, a seemingly endless maze of hallways, we have set up new precautions everybody must follow to stay safe. They will be listed below. More rules will be listed below the precautions in the case that you have no clipped into the backrooms.
[PRECAUTIONS]
RULE 1: If you are in a previously unexplored place, then suddenly feel deja vu, evacuate
RULE 2: If you feel your legs start to wobble, along with a nauseous feeling, carefully sit down on a solid seat. Take small and careful steps. Make sure not to fall or lose balance. You may stand back up once you feel less nauseous. Evacuate the premises once you're back up.
RULE 3: If you are in the dark, then feel like your being watched, walk to your nearest source of light. If you do not do this quick enough, you may feel a hand grab your ankle. You must ignore this. If you struggle or make any signs of acknowledgment you will be pulled into the backrooms.
RULE 4: Do not visit Liminal areas. A Liminal area can be recognized by a sense of eerie deja vu, like an old playground vaguely resembling a childhood memory. If you are in one, read the rules about surviving the backrooms below.
RULE 5: If you hear nostalgic music randomly playing from an unknown source, cover your ears and evacuate.
RULE 6: If you smell something that reminds you of old memories, like your moms cooking, ignore the smell and evacuate.
RULE 7: If you see a face you vaguely remember but don’t know why, do not confront the person.
RULE 8: If you see puddles in the middle of a sunny day, do not jump in it. It is not a puddle.
RULE 9: If there is a new area to your house that previously was not there, evacuate the house. Do not come back until the following morning. If it is still there, grab stuff you need and don’t come back to the house. It is now in what we call a reality shifting zone.
RULE 10: If you see suspicious writings on your walls, do not listen to the voices.
SIDE NOTE: If you have encountered anything mentioned above, contact your local authorities once in a safe area.
[HOW TO SURVIVE THE BACKROOMS]
RULE 1: Don't make noise. Once you fall in, quickly walk away from the area you fell. Do not run, unless in circumstance listed in rule #3. Every sound you make gets it one step closer to you.
RULE 2: If you have a camera on you, you can use it to gauge your safety. If camera quality is clear you are safe. If distorted, it is coming near.
RULE 3: If in the case of encountering [DATA EXPUNGED], this is the one exception to run. If your lucky you can outrun it.
RULE 4: If you see arrows on the walls, ignore them. They mean nothing. Following them would be futile.
RULE 5: Read any writing on the walls carefully. Any messages asking to stand still are traps. You must run.
RULE 6: The government has not established a stable or sustainable way to enter and exit the backrooms. You must find an exit on your own.
RULE 7: There is the occasional locker or cabinet in the backrooms. Looting these can give you water, food, and other materials. If you find holy water, keep it for rule #11. These also have a chance of being traps. Make your decision wisely.
RULE 8: If you see a door with an exit sign above it, do not trust it. It will lead to another area of the backrooms, and cause you to have to venture through other ‘levels’ of the backrooms. The real exit will look like a small square in the wall with a ladder leading up to it.
RULE 9: Once you have exited, be prepared to land.
RULE 9.3: If you have landed in the middle of a neighborhood built on grassy hills, run to the nearest house. It will turn dark soon.
RULE 9.5: If you made it back to reality, please report your experiences to local authorities. If you have obtained any footage, please share it with local authorities.
RULE 9.8: If in another room with 3 doors as an option, NEVER EVER pick the one that says exit. After ruling that door out, it’s a 50/50 chance. Choosing the wrong door will loop you back into a deeper part of the backrooms.
RULE 10: If you see other people, or remnants of a shelter, turn back immediately. Do not look at the roof or walls. They are not turning blood red, and they are not melting. Look directly at the floor until the walls turn to normal color in your peripherals again.
RULE 11: Hands may occasionally stick out of the walls and attempt to grab you. If you are untouched, walk away. If they touched you, your body will obtain 3rd degree burns on the touched areas. Simply pouring Holy water will heal the burns. If they manage to get a grip on you, it’s too late…
This is the end of the Backrooms precautions and survival guide. Stay safe out there.
I stand up, holding my rifle closer to my shoulder now. I wasn’t fucking told any of this shit when I signed up for the job.
“Yo, Drew, look at this shit!” A man in an oversized yellow hazmat suit walked over. I handed him the paper. “I’m thinking we head back to the fucking portal. I ain’t getting paid enough for this.” Drew took a second to read the paper.
“What the fuck? This is dated back 20 years ago, back in 2023! They told us that they knew nothing about this place. Let's go, and keep the paper on you.” I nod.
As we walked back to the portal I heard a noise behind me. A footstep, that’s all it was. I turned and saw a tall creature, made or held together by wires I couldn’t tell. I ran, hoping Drew would get the message. He started to run. Every step got harder and harder in these suits. They were extremely hot, and weighed 50 pounds. The rifle and backpack didn’t help.
We ran until we reached where the portal was meant to be, but it was missing.
“What the fuck! Where’s the goddamn portal!” Drew yelled.
“I don’t know, I’ll radio for an extraction team!” I pulled a radio out of my backpack, still sprinting.
“We need immediate extraction, there’s an issue with the portal, send in a-“ I realized that the radio didn’t turn on. I silently cursed and threw the radio behind me.
We kept running till the end of the hall, where instead of the right turn there was originally, it was a dead end. I turned and pointed my rifle at the thing, breathing heavily from exhaustion and fear, and emptied my magazine. It did nothing to stop the thing. I couldn’t do anything else, except rip off the camera they stuck to my chest and say my final goodbyes. | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15c6859/precautions_and_survival_guide_for_the_backrooms/ | Ruleshorror | Ryansgame13 |
false | Welcome to the Frontline! | Congrats you have completed your basic training, and now you are a soldier in the frontline. The rules here are quite different from what you've learned in basic training. They are here to help you, follow them, and you might even enjoy your time here:
1.Always listen to your commanders. Disobeying them will result in either joining the cleaning squad or providing the commanders with a "gift" they choose.
2. If you find the gift request unreasonable, refer back to rule 1.
3.Don't leave the base at night. We cant see your name-tag at night but they can.
4.When you open the radio you might hear people crying for help. it's too late for them. If they mention a location, report it to your commander.
5.Please don't bring a camera to the base. The base and frontline are considered classified areas.
6.The food around here isn't of high quality. stick to these rules for your well being:
a. Only food from the base dining room is safe. Consuming the snacks from the vending
the machine will cause a temporary memory loss and your comrades might get hurt.
b. Don't eat from the stew in the dining room. Some soldiers like it, but it's their and the
Plumbers' problem.
7.If you see any prisoners, they are just the hygiene squad ; they are in charge of cleaning the base. avoid speaking with them or you will know how we make the stew.
8.Please wear your uniform and name-tag when exiting the base. Also, bring your weapon, water, and a snack in case you get hungry during your mission.
9.Anyone outside the base without a uniform AND a name-tag is an enemy and must be shot.
10.In case an enemy surrenders, you don't need to report it to the commander; you already know what to do.
11.An unarmed enemy is still an enemy. The most dangerous enemies are those that look similar to your family or someone you know; it means they have entered your mind. Enemies might even wear the looks of children.
12.We understand that service on the frontline can be challenging physically and mentally. The clinic is always open and our doctors are experts. They are committed to make your pain disappear by any means necessary.
13.in case of death or a serious injury one of our doctors will inform your family. As mentioned above, our doctors are committed to make pain disappear by any means necessary.
Thank you for your service.
| https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15c2avb/welcome_to_the_frontline/ | Ruleshorror | TheLegendOfRabbit |
false | The Neon Mall | *You wake up in your bed, and everyone's still asleep. You get out of bed and go to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You go downstairs and start watching some TV. A few minutes later, you hear footsteps coming down the stairs. It's Eian. He waves 'hey' and heads into the kitchen. A few minutes later, Eian emerges with some toast and sits down next to you. He chows down as you continue to watch TV. Then, Amy appears from upstairs and gives a casual 'hi' to both of you before making her way to the kitchen. Pretty soon, Amy's calling your and Eian's names to come to the kitchen, so you two get up and head over to see what the fuss is about. When you arrive, you're met with a delicious sight: pancakes, waffles, sausages, bacon, and cinnamon rolls all laid out before you! You grab a chair and munch down, with Eian doing the same. You give props to Amy for being a master chef, and she graciously thanks you. In the next moment, the rest of the gang arrives, and they're all mesmerized by the deliciousness of the breakfast. They also sit down and begin to devour the food.*
Fast forward to 11.p.m.
After going to the mall in the afternoon. You and the group decide to go again at 11.p.m. Fast forward again to 5:00 you and your friends head back to the mall. But a few seconds after you step in everything fades into an empty void. A few seconds later everything returns to normal. But you're not in the same mall anymore. There are blue and pink light’s everywhere. And the lobby is quite massive. You and your friends see a book in your hands. You open it and begin reading.
Hey there, welcome to the neon mall! We've got all the stuff you could ever want! Our food court has tons of great choices for you. Plus, we've got bright pink and blue neon lights all around the mall - it's awesome! Take a look at these rules to make sure you stay safe.
Rule 1: Once you're inside the mall, you can't go back out until 11:50. If you try to leave early, you'll be stuck in the VOID, a fate worse than death.
Rule 1a: If you don't manage to get out by 12 o'clock, you're stuck! The doors are impossible to break, so you'll just have to spend the night inside. Hopefully you make it through the night and if you do you can disregard rule 1.
Rule 2: This mall is like a never-ending maze that can randomly switch up its layout. For instance, one time you might find a hallway in a certain spot, but the next time there's no hallway. The lobby and food courts, though, always stay the same. This could result in you getting lost or killed by an entity.
Rule 3: At this mall, we don't have your typical security guards; we've got knights straight out of the 16th century! Their armor is a bright blue color with a cool blue glow, and they have long blue capes to complete the look. If you see a guard that doesn’t fit this description, run; it isn’t a real guard. They are quite chill and social.
Rule 4: Stealing from stores isn't worth it - the security guards will come after you with their swords. Don't even think about trying to take them on, they can lift an insane amount. like 3000 pounds! Don’t even think about damaging them either.
Rule 5: Stay away from that girl in the black dress. If you do end up talking to her, run to the guys' bathroom right away, even if you're a girl. That thing still has some manners.
Rule 6: We don’t have Starbucks here, we only have Tim hortons. If you spot a starbucks it’s not real. Quickly turn back and walk away.
Rule 7: Our only Tim Hortons is by the food court nowhere else! If you see one anywhere other than the food court it’s not real.
Rule 8: Tim runs our Tim Hortons. He's got brown hair and eyes, and he's always rocking the Tim Hortons uniform. If the above description isn't right, just close your eyes and count to ten; the real Tim should be there. If you don't, you better be ready to meet your maker.
Rule 9: Definitely show Tim some appreciation for everything he's done; you don't want to get on his bad side, do you?
Rule 10: If you're lost or on your own, watch out for the creatures roaming around during the day - RUN if you see one of them. Even if you're in a group, they won't hesitate to attack, and if they catch you, you're done for. If you do find yourself being chased, find a security guard.
Rule 11: Stay away from the dude in the navy blue suit and fedora. Don't even think about talking to him - if you do, you'll become his puppet and never escape his grip till you die.
Rule 12: If your seat is making weird noises in the food court, get a security guard right away. You might not be able to spot those things, but they're definitely after you - they're scared of security guards!
Rule 13: Gary doesn’t exist.
Rule 14: Our staff has to wear either a pink or blue t-shirt paired with blue jeans. If the description listed is incorrect, it’s not a staff member Start running or die.
Rule 15: If you see a staff member missing their face, Please don’t acknowledge it. You wouldn’t want to become one, would you?
Rule 16: Don't even think about going after the smell of cinnamon! People who have done that have disappeared without a trace.
Rule 17: We don’t have antique stores. We will never have antique stores.
Rule 18: If you're trying to enter a store or restaurant, Look at the logo. If it looks off in any way, for example, if the McDonald's M is red instead of the usual yellow, Or it's misspelled. Walk away; it's not a real restaurant or store. It’s a trap set up by the corrupt.
Rule 19: If you see anyone with gray skin and red eyes, stay away! We call those people the corrupt, so don't get too close if you don't want to end up like them. If they start coming your way, just run!
Rule 20: You don't have to pay for the vending machines; just look out for the ones with blue labels. Don't use the ones with red labels; It’s not going to be a good time for your insides!
Rule 21: When inside a store with mannequins. Please get what you need and quickly leave. We don’t want to make the mannequins impatient. We don't want to have a broken neck, do we?
Rule 22: If you're at the gardening shop, don't follow the sound of a woman humming. Unless you want to be past tense!
Rule 23: When playing laser tag you should be greeted by a person in a GREEN alien costume. His name is Marv. He will explain all the rules. Listen carefully, it could save your life.
Rule 23a: When you're in the laser tag maze, don't wander off; it's pretty huge in there.
Rule 23b: When playing in the maze, watch out. You and the other players aren’t the only ones there.
Rule 24: Also when trying to buy a product check it first to see if it looks off in any way. For example it could be misscolored.
Rule 25: If at any point the neon mall's background music changes to a distorted and more sinister track, hide as quickly as possible and do not come out of hiding until you hear the music return to normal.
Rule 26: If you hear voices calling out your name while exploring the mall, do not trust them. They are trying to trap you.
Rule 27: Avoid mirrors when possible. If you happen to look in one, check your face; if it seems distorted in any way, cover your eyes immediately.
Rule 28: Do not go into any rooms that are completely pitch black. They may be hiding something dangerous.
Rule 29: If you see a neon mall employee acting strange or not themselves, get out of their line of sight immediately. They may be under the control of something or someone else.
Rule 30: If you encounter any locked doors, do not try to force them open. What lies beyond those doors is a mystery, and it is best not to find out.
Oh, and not to forget - we have an indoor golf course, bowling alley and ice skating rink too!
Make sure to stay near any other wanderers that you stumble upon. The neon mall is a large and labyrinth-like structure, and it's easy for one to get lost there. Strength in numbers is necessary for survival.
*"This is absurd," you curse under your breath. You and your friends begin exploring the neon mall, completely oblivious to the time.*
*When you notice it's almost midnight, you rush to the nearest exit, desperate to escape before it's too late. But your efforts are in vain, as the doors snap shut at the stroke of 12:00 AM.*
*You let out a weary sigh as you realize you're trapped in the neon mall until the next morning; the doors will open again only then.*
| https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15c4r8f/the_neon_mall/ | Ruleshorror | Crimsonwanderer0 |
false | Trampoline Park rules | Hey there! Welcome to Levitation, a trampoline park and soft play for kids and adults, big and small! While we strive to be the perfect place there *are* a few rules to ensure your safety and ensure you return home with minimal injuries.
1. Listen to the safety video
I cannot stress this enough. They know when you don’t listen, they will trick you into disobeying, leading to severe injuries.
2. Don’t trust anyone
They can take any form. Like I said they will trick you. If you came with someone check for even the slightest hint of them not being who they say they are.
3. Pay no mind to the tall ones.
They are here to protect you. They think you can’t see them, you would want it to stay that way.
4. If you hear something whispering in your ears listen to what they have to say.
4.1. If they say anything to do with jumping immediately run to the soft play. There is a separate set of rules for this place, I will include them at the end. Stay here until you hear the word go. That means it’s now safe to go back to the trampolines.
4.2. If you cant make out what they say best thing you could do is go anywhere that isn’t the trampolines. We cannot help you here, we cannot ensure you will be okay.
4.3. If you hear the words run, ball or fall go to wherever those words are associated with, run is the long trampoline at the back, ball is either dodgeball or basketball and fall is the foam pit or the air bag. Once again, stay here until you hear the word go. That means it’s now safe to go back to the trampolines.
4.4. Anything else please leave the building. We don’t want a repeat of the time we almost had to close.
5. Don’t eat food.
While our cooks are great at what they do, the food might be tampered with and it’s not worth the risk.
6. Ignore them.
You may see things, they may be disturbing. Ignore them, it’s for your own safety. You don’t wanna know what happens if you don’t.
Soft play rules
7. Do not under any circumstances go down the tube slides.
While, yes they are fun, these are the worst places to go. No one can see, meaning the actual humans here won’t know you’re in danger and they will have their feast.
8. Never go in the wrong section.
There are 3 sections of the soft play, toddlers, children and teenagers/adults. If you have a child you may go in the toddlers and children’s section, as long as you stay with them at all times. They don’t like it when the wrong people are in the wrong place.
9. If you have a child they will not be in danger
They like children and will not harm them. This is why you must stay with your children in a soft play, they will never attack infront of a child.
10. Never get lost.
They will take advantage. They will aproach you, they will pretend to be a worker there to help. Don’t go, find your own way out. If you choose to go with them that is certain death.
I hope you enjoy your time at Levitation! Oh and one more thing. Check your car when you leave. You don’t want to bring an unwanted guest home.
*you finish reading the rules as you look down at your child. Beginning to see tall figures.*
*the lady at the counter giving you the trampoline socks says* “Have fun! And don’t listen to the video. It’s useless” | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15bcrfq/trampoline_park_rules/ | Ruleshorror | mais_corner37 |
false | I’m taking care of a local farm for a few weeks. They left me a strange set of rules | A few miles north of me, there’s a little family-owned farm. The family takes a vacation in July, though, and they posted a job listing for a caretaker. My job would include feeding the animals, making sure the irrigation is working, and harvesting some crops. It’s a small operation, so it’s not fields and fields of stuff. Plus, they were offering *two thousand dollars.* At the time, that seemed like an amazing deal.
Now, I’m not so sure.
See, the Gershons left me detailed instructions in the envelope, along with half of the stipend. And as I sat down to read it, I realized that it sounded a little… strange.
**Dear Emily,**
**Thank you for taking care of our farm! To ensure your safety and happiness (and the animals’!), we’ve included a list of instructions and tasks.**
**1. Please feed the goats and chickens at 6 AM sharp. They get pretty cranky if it’s not on time :)**
**2. You will need to prune off the floricanes in the raspberry patch. To do this, cut the canes (branches) that are “woody” and have already fruited. Wear thick gloves because there are thorns. If you do get cut, immediately head inside and call Dr. Livesey to make sure your wound is not infected.**
**3. The sunflower field is easy to maintain and brings beauty to our farm. However, if you ever see a sunflower that isn’t facing the same direction as the others, immediately head inside. Do not return to the sunflower field until the following day.**
**4. The farm is, as you know, surrounded by forest. Sometimes we get coyotes, foxes, or other wild animals prowling about the grounds at night. Don’t worry—the animal pens are completely secure and there is no need to check on the animals if you hear anything at night. In fact, we recommend you do not leave the farmhouse between sunset and sunrise.**
**5. Do not enter the corn maze. Even if you hear noises coming from the maze, that sound like a child crying, do not enter. The corn maze is not open to visitors yet. It’s most likely the bobcats in the woods.**
**6. Do not be alarmed if you see the goats awake in the middle of the night. They are semi-nocturnal and often wake up to roam, graze, or use the bathroom.**
**7. You may help yourself to any of the fruits or vegetables you harvest, however, do not eat the apples from the northwest corner of the orchard.**
**8. We no longer use scarecrows. If you see one, please return to the house, lock all the doors, and close all the curtains. Stay inside until the following morning.**
**9. Make sure to always stock the farmstand twice a day: in the morning, and again in the afternoon. At night, take all unsold produce inside and store it in the refrigerator.**
**10. We do not own any pigs.**
**Thank you so very much, Emily! – The Gershons**
I glanced out the window. The sun was hanging low over the trees, orange rays filtering through the forest. *Dammit, if I’m not supposed to be out after dark because of the wolves or whatever, I better get cracking.*
I walked over to the goats first. They huddled close to me as I filled their food bins, staring at me with their weird slit-pupils. I tried to get it done as quickly as possible—goats, honestly, freaked me out a little bit. As I hurried away, one with black-and-white fur pushed its little face through the fence. *Maaaaaa,* it bleated, staring at me.
The chickens were more skeptical of me, staring at me and letting out long *baaaawwwwwks?* as they bobbed their heads. As soon as they realized I had food, though, they came over and pecked the ground. They were pretty cute, actually.
I locked the gate and turned back towards the house—
I froze.
Across the field from me stood the field of sunflowers. Bright golden petals and dark centers, swaying slightly in the wind. But while all of them tilted away from me, facing the dying sun, one of them—near the edge of the field—was instead facing me.
I stared at its pitch black center. *Didn’t the note say something about that? Go inside, if one of the sunflowers is pointing a different way?*
I locked up the chicken gate. Then I strode across the grass towards the old farmhouse, still carrying the bag of chicken feed. I was halfway to the house when I turned around again.
I wish I hadn’t.
The sunflower was still facing me. Even though, based on my path, it shouldn’t have been.
I picked up my pace towards the house. *Oh, come on, what do you think’s gonna happen? That sunflower is gonna chase after you and murder you?* My brain knew it was stupid, but there was something instinctual, a gut feeling, that forced my legs to pump harder. I didn’t even bother dropping the feed off at the shed—I raced into the house and locked all the doors.
*Phew. Safe.*
I took a final glance out at the sunflower. Then I went into the tiny kitchen and started some water boiling for pasta. By the time I was sitting down to eat, I was shaking my head. *So stupid. Afraid of a sunflower.*
\*\*\*
Something woke me up in the middle of the night.
I sat up, my neck aching from the crappy pillow they’d left for me. I looked around my tiny bedroom, but nothing seemed amiss. Well, of course there were things amiss, like the peeling paint and the light bulb that flickered and the clogged toilet. But nothing *different.*
I yawned and checked my phone. 3:12 AM. Sighing, I settled back into sleep.
But before I drifted off, I heard it. A small, high-pitched noise.
Coming from outside.
I slowly forced myself out of bed and walked over to the window. Underneath me, the farm sprawled out into the darkness—but it was distorted in the old glass, shapes and colors bleeding into each other like running paint. I flipped the window lock and pushed it open, the wood squeaking loudly in my ears.
I listened.
Silence. Then—
*“Help me.”*
A voice. A child’s voice.
Coming from the direction of the cornfield.
*That’s no fucking bobcat.*
My blood ran cold. I stared out into the darkness, at the cornfield on the edge of the woods. Hoping that it was just some lingering dream or something. But as I stood there, the cool summer breeze wafting into the room, I heard it again.
*“Please. Help me.”*
The voice wavered, as if the child was crying. I squinted into the darkness, staring at the cornfield. *I have to go out there.* I remembered the Gershon’s rule—but there was *no way* this was an animal.
“Hey! I’m coming, don’t worry!” I shouted out the window.
Silence.
And then a rustling sound. I squinted at the cornfield—and I could see the stalks moving, as something moved within them. “Stay where you are!” I shouted into the darkness. “I’m coming to get you!”
The cornstalks continued to move.
And every muscle in my body froze.
The amount of corn moving… there was no *way* it was just a small child in there. The corn was swaying, dancing, roiling in an area maybe ten feet across.
And it was making its way towards the edge of the field.
Rapidly.
I shut the window. Then I closed the blinds, my heart hammering in my chest. I raced downstairs and checked the locks. And then, finally—when I was sure I was safe—I called the police. But they wouldn’t even come out. “There are no missing children in the area, and what you saw was most likely a bear,” they explained calmly.
I think they must know all about the Gershon’s farm.
So now I lie here, in my bed, listening the *snaps* and *rustles* of the cornstalks. There is a chair wedged under my doorknob. I’ve triple-checked all the locks.
And all I can do is wait for dawn. | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15at9x5/im_taking_care_of_a_local_farm_for_a_few_weeks/ | Ruleshorror | BlairDaniels |
false | Essential Requirement For Dog Walker Inc Employees | To: \[Name Redacted\], new recruit assigned to Area 19
Ah I see you are the new recruit we hired to walk the dogs in Area 19. Before we can allow you to start walking the dogs of our clients, you are required to read this set of rules to ensure your safety and the dog's safety as well. You also need these rules to ensure that you survive every shift here. Good luck to you! The list of rules is enclosed in the second envelope that was delivered with this letter. At the end of the letter with the rules, you will be able to find more information that can aid you every shift.
\- A letter from HR
Rules For Dog Waking: Area 19 Edition
Rule 1: When picking up a client's dog, make sure to arrive on time or at least 5 minutes early. Arriving too early or too late will get you punished not by the company but the clients themselves.
Rule 2: Always greet the clients with a warm smile and make some small talk before leaving to walk the dog as the clients always love keeping polite individuals... alive
Rule 3: Area 19 is littered with different plants. While walking dogs, always avoid the apple trees marked in your map of Area 19 since there have been many reports that dogs start to act differently near them. (e.g. starting to act rabid, trying to run back to the client's home, visible unrest etc.)
Rule 4: When you are walking dogs, only walk 3 dogs at a time since walking too many dogs at once will attract The Predators.
Rule 5: Sometimes the owners of the dogs will give you a ziplock bag filled with doggie treats. Accept it but DO NOT FEED THE DOG WITH IT. The treats you receive are modified to release spores that when an individual breathes it in will transform them into the aforementioned Predators. Every time you start your shift you must bring 2 large plastic bags with dog treats to use instead. Submit the bag of treats that were given to you by the owner to the receptionist at the Main Office of Area 19 so that these dangerous treats will be disposed of properly.
Rule 6: While you are walking dogs, individuals may walk up to you and the dogs asking if they can pet the dogs. Before giving a response ask for an official ID such as passports, drivers license and government-issued IDs though if it is a child allow them to pet the dogs for only up to 15 seconds. If they are able to present any of the IDs listed above then allow them to pet the dog for only up to 10 seconds to prevent your walk to be impeded. If the individual is unable to present an official ID then you are in grave danger. Repeatedly chant loudly with your right hand's palm facing the individuals face "Abi hinc immanis creatura. Non hic amplius appare!" until the individual runs away or disintegrates into ashes. After this bring back all the dogs and say that your boss has called you for an important meeting.
Rule 7: When you are on your way to return the dogs back to your owner, make sure no one is tailing you. If you see a shadow following you or you have a feeling of being watched, close your eyes for 15 seconds then open your eyes to see that all dogs have been safely returned to their owners then run as fast as you can to the safety of the Main Office of the area you are assigned to before it catches up to you. If it does get you then you should not fight, the more you don't struggle then the quicker and painless your death will be.
Rule 8: After you walking shift ends at 6 PM, you need to go to the Main Office of your area to do a Mental Health Assessment Test to determine the condition of your mental health since there are many anomalies in Area 19 that have a negative impact on one's mentality. If you pass the test then you will go to the 4th floor of the Main Office Building and enter your cubicle to submit a summary of your walking shift including the names of your clients and dogs that you walked during the day. You would also need to submit a full list of anomalies you experienced and the location of the anomaly so that the anomaly may be eliminated. Failing the test will require you to stay in the office's Mental Institution so that you may fully recover mentally to be able to continue working.
These are all of the rules you need to follow during your walking shift to be able to survive and confirm the safety of yourself and the dog.
Extra Information
The Predator - A group of monstrous creatures that were once human employees of Dog Walker Inc that made the fatal mistake to feed the dogs the treats that were given to them by the clients that released The Spores that transformed them into the Predators after breathing it in.
The Spores - Fungal Spores found in treats that are given to employees from the clients that will hijack and edit the genetic code of the human after entering through the nose and spreading all over the body through the respiratory system. When it hijacks the genetic code of the human, it will replace the normal human genes with those of The Predator, changing the human's appearance, nature, size etc.
Clients - Individuals that just want their dogs to be walked when they aren't able to. Keep in mind not all clients are humans
Dog Walker Inc - A company that helps their clients walk their dogs when they are unable to do so themselves. Also secretly a company that actively attempts to eliminate all anomalies inside Area 19 and other areas registered to have anomalous activities.
The Predator Support Group - Members of TPSG are the clients who aren't considered humans. They are a mutated forms of Predators that are able to shapeshift to disguise themselves from Dog Walker Inc agents to spread the Spores to transform everyone into Predators and overrun the world. | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15awddd/essential_requirement_for_dog_walker_inc_employees/ | Ruleshorror | ARandomEmployees |
false | Rules for house-sitting my farm property. | Hello and welcome to Kennedy Farm! I will pay you for your troubles once I return from my vacation. Now, I am supplying you with a set of rules for you to follow while watching the property. I will also add some basic details to help. And a small disclaimer, you are not allowed to tell anyone about any events that happen while you are here. You don’t want to know the consequences.
During your stay, you may see different people arrive at the farm. I’ll tell you who they are and any other details about them.
Person 1: Janice
Janice comes over to the farm every single day to check on the animals. You can trust her, don’t worry. If you need a favour from her, just wait until she is finished with the animals.
Person 2: Charlie
Charlie is my nephew, and he likes to spend time with the farm animals and grab some fresh fruit from the garden. He does like to be left alone though, so be mindful. If you ignore him you should be fine.
Person 3: Abby
You may see a woman dressed in old ripped clothing from around the 18th century. If she comes to the front door of the house and knocks, let her in. She’ll go to the kitchen and make some food for you. But if she goes to the back or side doors, politely ask her to leave. If she doesn’t leave, go hide somewhere upstairs, she can’t go up there.
Person 4: Sierra
Sierra is someone you want to avoid. She does not like being interrupted and especially does not like being seen during her activities. You will know when she arrives on the property because the TV in the living room will turn to static. When she arrives, if Janice or Charlie are at the farm, call them into the house calmly. They will understand, don’t worry.
Those are the people you will encounter.
If you happen to see anyone besides them, lock all the doors of the house, grab a weapon and hide. If Janice or Charlie are here when this happens but not in the house, I’m sorry but you have to lock them out. That is the only way you can be safe.
Now, onto the basic rules.
1. Everyone on the premises must be near or in the house once the sun goes down. Any closer to the crops, and they’ll find you.
2. You are not to interact with any of the animals (unless you are asked to by Janice) besides the barn cat Freddy, and the watchdog Thomas.
3. There must be food out by 10AM and 5PM each day for the dog out, earlier by a few minutes is fine but no later.
4. Never under any circumstance should you be going into the cornfield. The second you enter they will know of your presence and deal with you accordingly.
5. If you are being too loud on the property, there is a chance that they might hear you. If this happens, you will feel the wind becoming stronger and the sky will grow dark around the farm. Your only chance is to get in your car, start driving and hope to your god that you get to the gate before they do. This especially applies when you are alone outside.
6. Every 30 minutes during the day, you must check if the barn doors are open. If so, close the doors and check for any loose animals. (unless Janice is working in there.) If you see any simply call for Janice and hide inside the house.
7. If any problems occur, don’t bother calling the police. The service isn’t good around here and by the time the call goes through, they will have already found you.
Well, I believe that’s everything I need to tell you. If you have any questions, try and text me, it will go through eventually. | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/159t52v/rules_for_housesitting_my_farm_property/ | Ruleshorror | Cheekychunkyman |
false | Office Guidelines Quiz | To test your knowledge on this office's ruleset, we will have you take a mandatory quiz. Failing to score at least 70% will terminate your employment.
1. If you hear crying, you should ...
A. Investigate. >!Wrong answer. You will never be seen again if you investigate. (-2%)!<
B. Hide until the crying stops. >!Correct answer. (+12%)!<
C. Leave the building and go home. >!Partially correct. Note: Don't go to your home if you are escaping, they will follow you, (+6%)!<
2. When a red light flashes, you should ...
A. Go to the shelter. >!Wrong answer. The shelter is filled by creatures ready to tear you apart. (-3%)!<
B. Kill yourself. >!Wrong answer. No, this is not a shitty r/Ruleshorror story. (-5%)!<
C. Stay still and don't make loud noises. >!Correct answer. They are startled by sounds and movement. (+15%)!<
3. When a green light flashes, you should ...
A. Run out of the building. >!Correct answer. You can outrun them, trust me. (+15%) !<
B. Hide under the desk. >!Wrong answer. They will find you. (-4%) !<
C. Keep working. >!Partially correct. Has an 8% chance of failing. (+5%)!<
4. If you oversleep and left in the office, you should ...
A. Escape the building using a source of light. >!Wrong answer. Those at night are sensitive to light and won't hesitate to kill you. (-7%) !<
B. Stay where you are, go back to sleep. >!Correct answer. They will leave after 6 AM. (+14%)!<
C. Stay awake and monitor your surroundings. >!Partially correct. This won't leave you dead, but you will be losing your sanity. (+8%)!<
5. If a pizza party is ongoing, you should ...
A. Run. >!Correct answer. It is not a pizza party. Wait for a bagel party or any other party. (+15%)!<
B. Eat the pizza. >!Wrong answer. It isn't pizza. Prepare to lose one of your kidneys. (-3%) !<
C. Report to management. >!Partially correct. They won't believe you, but there is no harm to report it. (+10%) !<
6. You will be paid by ...
A. Cash. >!Wrong answer. You will not be receiving any cash from any human here. (-8%)!<
B. Transferring money to your bank account. >!Correct answer. (+15%) !<
C. Check. >!Wrong answer. They now know your name. (-8%)!<
7. When you hear strange noises above you, you should ...
A. Look up. >!Wrong answer. You lose your eyes. (-6%) !<
B. Go to the employee lounge and hide there. >!Partially correct. You will only lose one finger. (+1%) !<
C. Shed some blood and run.>! Correct answer. They will be satisfied with your sacrifice and leave you alone. (+14%)!<
&#x200B;
This marks the end of the quiz. Please proceed to the office if you have passed the quiz.
&#x200B;
&#x200B; | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1595g01/office_guidelines_quiz/ | Ruleshorror | someguyinthefridge |
false | Rules for caring for my cats | Hi! Thanks for caring for these 3 while I'm out of town. Here are a list of rules to follow to taking care of Evie, Ollie, and Marlin. :)
1: Make sure they are the right cat. Ollie is black with a blue collar, he also has a teal bow on his collar. If the bow has fish, congrats! It's the right one. If it doesn't, then you've got the wrong house. Evie is gray with some white, she had a pink collar. It is hard to see it with all her fur, so look at her forehead. If it has an orange stripe, you got the right one. Wrong house if she doesn't. Marlin is a tuxedo with a green collar. Make sure he has that. Keep in mind that Evie and Ollie are both very big. Don't worry, they are just Mainecoons. Ollie should be the same size as Marlin, and Evie should be bigger than Marlin.
2: Feed them twice a day. Though Ollie is technically a kitten, he needs to eat a bit more than Evie and Marlin. Make sure they all have half a can of wet food in the morning, and same for the night. Except Ollie should have 1 full can. Feed Ollie's food in the blue bowl. The other cats will eat eachother's food, but that's alright. Just keep Ollie's food in the blue bowl.
3: NEVER LET THEM OUTSIDE. Lock the doors, keep the windows shut, just never let them outside. If even one gets out, refer to rule 3a.
3a: If you are reading this, congrats! You've earned a one-way ticket to the afterlife. It is best to stab yourself with one of the knifes in the kitchen before the coyotes get you. You cannot escape the coyotes, and they will make sure it hurts. You don't want to end up like Ernie.
4: Don't pick up Evie. She is very temperamental. It doesn't matter if you'll get a cute photo since she is so big, just don't pick her up. If she scratches you, then cut of the skin surrounding the wound. If she bites you, call me and tell me that she bit you. It is best to leave the house after this, you'll rot anyway.
5: Make Marlin trust you. He's very shy, so try feeding him treats. He'll protect you at night.
6: Lock the door at night. The coyotes can still get in, but this will make it harder for them. The cats can get in and out even when the door is locked, so don't worry. If Marlin trusts you, he'll sleep on the bed with you. It is very important that Marlin on the bed with you.
6a: If Marlin is by your feet, pray that he likes you enough to protect you.
6b: If Marlin is by your torso, he won't protect you fully. Make sure the door is locked and the blinds are closed, this should stall the coyotes enough for Marlin to make his decision. He should protect you.
6c: If Marlin is by your head, congrats! You are safe. Give him pets regularly throughout the night to ensure he stays by your head
6d: If Marlin is on the floor, refer to rule 3a.
7: In the morning, there should be a different cat outside. If there isn't, you are lucky.
7a: if the cat is white with big black spots around his body, tell him that I am not home. It may seem stupid, but it will save your life. Ernie misses me, and will come back when I am there.
7b: if the cat is anything else, tell them they have got the wrong house. They'll understand.
8: Play with the cats. Grab their toys, their tunnel, and some catnip. Put these down in the living room, and let them do their thing. Marlin may not join, but he will be there for the catnip. Marlin never plays anymore. Failure to do this will cause them to turn you into their new toy. You do not want this to happen.
9: When you leave, give the cats a hug. Evie may hiss, but she won't bite or scratch. The only exception is Marlin. Tell him that you will miss him, and that you love him. Then, scratch his chin. He'll make sure the coyotes won't get you on your way out.
10: Call me when you are a mile away from the house. This will make sure the coyotes can't track you.
Thanks for agreeing to this, I'll make sure to put in a good word for you :) | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/158xk18/rules_for_caring_for_my_cats/ | Ruleshorror | RandomRat197 |
false | Rules for the Red Rose Theater. | Hey there! Great decision joining the team here at the Red Rose Theater. We don't get a lot of new hires, but I'm sure everyone will welcome you. So, uh, if you're reading this transcript I'm assuming you've signed the contract and, uh, I just wanted to give you a little heads up, y'know, a couple of rules we all like to follow.
Uh, so I'll just list those out for you.
1. Refrain from entering the dressing room around 2 AM. It's when The Performer chooses his costume, and you don't wanna interrupt him. He may call out your name sometimes, just ignore that.
2. If you see a figure on the stage, don't mind it. That's just Maria, she means no harm. She's just dancing.
3. If Eric (the guy at the front counter) asks you if you've seen James, just tell him "no". That'll keep him off your back for a bit. If he responds with "Oh really?" or something like that refer to Rule 5.
(Side note: James isn't employed here anymore. He died 5 years ago.)
4. Maria may sing sometimes. Just let her do that, it'll keep The Performer away.
5. You're allowed to... "get rid of" any staff that's acting suspiciously. Especially Eric. If he's acting weird, just push him down the stairs or bash his head into the counter. He'll be fine, don't worry. Make sure he's bleeding red, though, or else it didn't work.
6. Don't trust the whispers by the dressing room. It's him.
7. If The Performer tries to take you over either try to find Maria or hide in the break room.
8. Don't go into the basement, no matter what. Even if other staff tells you to - refer to Rule 5.
9. If The Performer gets into your mind, it is advised to off yourself immediately. You'll be fine (probably) and it'll get rid of him... it might still hurt though.
10. You should generally avoid going to the bathroom. If you absolutely must, do not use the third stall. It's where Eric keeps his "shrine". And be quick. Don't stay longer than you have to, or The Performer will notice you. You can tell if he's spotted you by the rumbling in the vent. Leave immediately.
11. For your own sake, I wouldn't recommend listening to Maria's song that closely. The lyrics will most likely be about her life... and death. So, just focus on the melody or play the piano alongside it. She likes it when someone does that. There's a paper with the notes to her song in the break room.
Uh, I realise that this is a bit unorganised, but I hope it'll get you through your shifts. And, God, do I hope that you don't work the night shift. Uh, anyways ‐ See ya then.
–Eleanor | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1589hj9/rules_for_the_red_rose_theater/ | Ruleshorror | redbull_addiction |
false | Rules for Using My Public Kitchen | Hello there! Let me tell you about my public kitchen. I have a passion for cooking, so I built a big kitchen to cook to my heart's content. Now, after 20 years, I finally opened a restaurant with a bigger and better kitchen. I was wondering what to do with this kitchen since I'm busy with my restaurant. I decided to make this kitchen available for charity cooking and such things for free to anyone. This is also my way of sharing my passion for cooking with other people.
Before using this kitchen, there are some rules that you will have to know and follow. Please pay attention to these rules.
Rules:
1. Make sure you're cooking for a good cause, like feeding homeless people, providing food for schools, providing food to charity organizations and shelters, etc. If you use the kitchen improperly, it may get angry and sabotage your cooking.
2. Do not use the largest knife. It will not chop your food, it will chop your hand instead.
3. Use gloves, the kitchen hates unsanitary food handling and will burn your hand to "sanitize" it.
4. If you use fridge #4, don't be alarmed if you see someone there. Just put your food int he fridge and move on. If you can befriend the person, he may help you, he is a pretty good cook.
5. If you use the stove, do not turn it to the highest heat. It will burn down the kitchen.
6. If you find extra ingredients in random spots, an entity is watching. Do these actions according to the number of extra ingredients:
6a. If you only see one ingredient, put it on a random fridge and move on.
6b. If you see two or more ingredients, put all the ingredients on fridge #4. The person in the fridge will take care of it.
6c. If you fail to do rule 6 in 1 minute and you hear screaming, hide under any table. Losing a foot is better than going missing.
7. Do not use tap water, if you do so, the food will be contaminated and anyone who eats the food will be vomiting from every orifice.
8. Clean any cooking equipment that you use. If you fail to do so:
8a. First time, you will be warned by hallucinations of monsters.
8b. Second time, the hallucinations will come true.
9. Thank the kitchen after using it. If you don't thank the kitchen, it will be angry, and the knife mentioned in Rule 2 will hunt you, and trust me, it will succeed.
10. Lastly, just have fun cooking. If the kitchen senses your passion, it will help you by putting ingredients in the right place, adjusting the heat for you, giving tips by writing on the wall, etc.
That's all! Good luck cooking, and have fun! | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1584fq5/rules_for_using_my_public_kitchen/ | Ruleshorror | someguyinthefridge |
false | New Springs Academy- Swimming Pool (PART 3) | *Ever thought that regular sporting activities just weren't for you?*
Then you should join the swimming class! Anyone can enjoy the pool regardless of your physical condition or your swimming ability!
Please read the following rules to make sure that the pools stay nice for everyone!
&#x200B;
1. At the academy, we have 2 pools, one in the pool house and one small one in the sports hall. **There are no other swimming pools in the academy**. If you see one that is not in a regular location, consult the priest.
2. Do not enter any body of water without permission. You must be accounted for on some form of a list, as members of staff cannot solely rely on seeing you enter the water.
3. The pool house opens at 9:00 am every morning, and closes at 6:25 pm at night. As stated in the main list of rules, please ensure you are not in the pool outside of these times.
4. Our main pool has a shallow end of \~2.5 feet and a deep end of 13 feet. Only swim in the deep end if you are fully confident in your abilities. If you are not a strong swimmer, you are not likely to survive in the rare event of an emergency.
5. The pool in the main sports hall is too small for regular use and serves purposes that are not sports related. Students are forbidden from using it. Those who have chosen to disobey have not yet been found.
6. **Do not urinate in the pool**. No matter how badly you need to go or how comfortable you are, it will always be a bad idea. Urine is one of the bodily fluids the entities can detect.
7. You cannot enter the pool if you meet any of the following criteria.
\- Have any open wounds (cuts, nosebleeds etc).
\- Have consumed food within 20 minutes of pool use.
\- Feel nauseous, or have expelled any food up to 3 hours prior. If you suspect that you may be sick in the pool, **please exit immediately**. Bile is not as obvious as the other bodily fluids but the food in the dining hall can amplify its detectability.
8. a) The male changing room has 4 shower stalls, 10 cubicles and a general area while the female changing room has 5 shower stalls, 12 cubicles and a general changing area. At the moment, two of each cubicles are marked as out of use. They can be used but are not considered private. b) Check that the number of appliances is consistent with the information stated after using the pool. Follow PS Action Plan in the event of additional/removed appliances.
9. Be mindful of others by not leaving your belongings and clothing in a mess. We cannot ensure that your items won't be tampered with if you don't organise them.
10. As embarrassing as it is, we kindly ask all female students who are on their period to avoid the pool. The entities can smell you more clearly, no matter how sure you are that you won’t leak.
11. After your class is over, ensure you are ticked off your teacher's list and make your way to the changing rooms. Ensure the safety of the room and follow the PS action plan if necessary.
12. When the pools are being cleaned, you will not be able to enter it until the next morning. We recommend that all swim items are taken with you. If you happen to forget the item/s you are not likely to find them again.
13. It is very important to note that missing 6 swimming classes consecutively will get you removed from the class.
We pride ourselves on keeping the pool one of the safest areas in our school. Remember to follow the rules and spread kindness!
Pool Scenario/PS Action Plan
* Blood, Urine, Bile (BUB) - If you are at risk of emitting any of the bodily fluids, call over the lifeguard and vacate the pool immediately. It is much better to be embarrassed for that moment than for you to not say anything and suffer because of it. Wait in your respective changing room for further instruction.
* Changing Rooms
* If you have entered after a BUB breach, you will not have to worry about the number of cubicles as whatever you count is going to be incorrect. The number of shower stalls should be fewer or the same as the expected. If there are more shower stalls than the expected number there is nothing you can do. The entities in the water have decided to follow you. You should pray for a miracle, or that they decide to eat you instead of being taken with them.
* Most people will at some point in time count fewer shower stalls and cubicles but are not considered to be in harm's way. There is however a very small chance you may be leaving reality and would be lost to the void. This rarely happens and there is no cause or prevention for this event. | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/158bdol/new_springs_academy_swimming_pool_part_3/ | Ruleshorror | karen-grace-fullman |
false | Rules for MapleBay Library | "Have you ever felt the need to read one of your favourite books, but no libraries seem to have it? Well, that is the case for many of our customers and members, but at MapleBay Library we stock up on every recommendation we get and buy every book we can. We can gladly guarantee that more than less you will find the book you have wanted to read without paying any money.
Our memberships are only 2 dollars a month! Isn't that great, any amount of books you want and desire for one 24 dollars a YEAR! Thank you for watching our advert on MapleBay."
You turn off the television in complete shock. The book you have wanted to read for YEARS, could possibly be in this library. The Wolenwol , a story of a man in a forest. You can't get enough, you have read reviews on reviews longing for the day you will finally read, look even TOUCH the book. You jitter your teeth in excitement, ready for anything. Little did you know that this library would have regulations that would possibly end you.
You arrive at the library, stoked more than ever. Your pupils have gone wide and you honestly feel dizzy in a way. You open the door to the smell of fresh, warm paper and sticky cobwebs. In the corner you notice many people, deep in their imagination and relying on the words to guide them. You can't wait to get the book, you can even SEE IT on the shelf right there.
You take the book and pay for the membership. You can't wait to read it at home, gosh! But wait, a lady in a uniform stops you.
" Hello sir! My name is Melanie, I am your librarian assistant here to inform you on the regulations before you read your book! Here's a copy of the IMPORTANT rules. You will not allowed to come again if you do not read these rules. We know. "
You scoff, whatever. Who cares about rules.
You suppose you can read it, but you continue to amp up your excitement.
RULES [ ABIDED BY * LAW * ]
1. Please return books in 3 weeks after borrowing, any later than that and your membership will be unrenewed and you will not be able to visit again.
2. Don't visit the underground library, the library there is of old books and is prohibited to basic members. You must get a staff member to guide you through there, you may get lost or even hurt so please don't take the risks.
3. Children under 18 are strictly not allowed to be around here unattended due to violent outbursts by things that reside in the library. All children must be attended by a Responsible adult who is not under the influence of anything.
4. Spiders in the corners of the ceilings are extremely hazardous and full of venom, we are saving up to get rid of then but in the meanwhile please do not engage with any spider or incest - like creatures.
5. Do not visit after 7pm, the members that visit during late hours are regularly not human and despise you. You will get injured and stalked. Do not call the police or us if anything is watching through your windows of through your hallway. It is not our responsibility if anything dangerous happens to you of the residents in your home. You have signed up to agree with these statements for becoming a member so please abide and you cannot use this in court, they've tried.
6. Some books that deem unusual please head to the main council, many inhuman members tend to place their books around and not clean up. These books are highly disturbing and may contain pictures of ..... people..
7. If you see an inhuman resident at regular human times DO NOT ENTER, THIS IS A EXTREMELY HOSTILE ENTITY. We do not speak of it, we do not look at it, we ignore it, okay?
8. Jars of eggs are just souvenirs, they are bit rotten they are just not human eggs. 😀
Thank you for becoming a member!
Your face in shock, you slam your book on the floor and drive away. You forgot to return it, hm?
* don't look out the windows * | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1587csm/rules_for_maplebay_library/ | Ruleshorror | squishcollectero |
false | The rules to my Roblox Game | # Welcome to my game
Hii!! This game is a work in progress, but I'll add more updates as the game grows!These are a set of rules you must follow to get the best experience playing this game. Make sure to read them or I'll have to take action :(
1. Be respectfulYou must be respectful to everyone you see, anyone who is ru***d***e will be punished acc***o***rdingly.
2. There are tools give***n*** ***t***o build
3. You can use the tools given to you to build anything you want! Anything inappropriate will be punished accordingly.
4. Always at 3:00 pm, the game will shut down for updates. Leave if it does not kick you from the game by any chance during this period. **you risk getting seen.**
5. The game may increase your brightness when you ***join***. It's an issue with your ***h***ard driv***e***. It will go away ***s***oon.
6. If you ever notice the sky outside turning a different color, go into a different room until the sky turns normal. Do not go outside to check on it
7. T***here*** is a low chance pop-ups will appear that contain the thing you love most. Whether that would be money, a car, or a vacation to someplace. Just click the X on these pop-ups. This is the most common way they will bait you into their clutches
8. Should you click it, don't take your hands off your mouse, or device. It will deglove your fingers upon removing it. Destroy the device and then it is safe to remove your fingers.
9. If you see a person with an identical username to yours, or a similar avatar to yours, destroy the device and call 911. This is not a human. I did not code this.
10. At 7:59 pm, you may hear breathing. This is a low chance to happen, but if it does so, get up off your seat, and ***run***. He is slow, so ***~~we~~*** he cannot catch up in time.
11. If you ever see a humanoid figure running toward your in-game character. Grab a weapon. This isn't for defending yourself. Use it before he uses you
12. Should you be caught, hope to god he doesn't do anything too bad, because it ***control***s you like a voodoo doll, so whatever is done to that character will be done to you
13. At **4:53 am**, there's a chance ***you*** will be kicked. If this happens, make a new account. Uninstall Roblox. He's tracking your location with that account you were just on.
14. >!If you try to exploit in this game I will slit your throat!<
And that's all for this game! Hope you enjoy playing it, as it took me a long time to make these rules. As of writing this, there are 3 players playing the game. I'll post this in the Discord server now, and have fun! | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15716lo/the_rules_to_my_roblox_game/ | Ruleshorror | QuackerZith |
false | Golden Sierra School: The School | *After that crazy bus ride is finally over, you consider yourself lucky. You scurry out of your seat and thank the bus driver. He rewards you with some candy. You exit the bus and follow the crowd of people to the yard. Amy pops out from behind you, greeting you with a hi. You greet her back and continue following the crowd into the yard. When you enter the yard, you see some kids playing basketball. You spot an area with large rocks covered with trees to block the sunlight. You head to that area to sit down. After all, it is quite sunny outside. You settle down, pull out your phone, and start watching Coryxkenshin videos. Amy sits nearby, staring at the trees. The school does have a breathtaking view with a mountain in the background.*
*You realize you forgot about the rule guide and that it had a page 2. You pull it out and continue reading. ( We don’t want to die, do we now?)*
*If you managed to make it through the bus ride, congrats! Now have a look at these school regulations and you should be all set.*
Rule 1: When the bell rings, you have 3 minutes to switch between classes. Push or shove people out of the way if you must. Once the 3 minutes are up, the classroom doors are locked by the teachers, and anybody attempting to enter will not be let in. And the Principal, Vice principal and 5 other assistants will be roaming the halls.
Rule 1a: I apologize if you were unable to arrive at class on time. You can't get away by hiding in the toilet because they always look there. Run as quickly and for as long as you can. If you're fortunate, you might find a classroom with blue lights. Blue-coloured doors lead to these rooms. If you're caught you will be brutally ripped apart.
Rule 2: Ignore the screaming of the unfortunate students who have been caught.
Rule 3: The principal enjoys conducting regular inspections of the classrooms. DO NOT make any noise when she comes in. Do not respond to a student's screams while they are violently torn apart if you hear them making noise. Unless you want to experience the same torturous demise.
Rule 4: Everybody here also has a guide helping them, so no worries.
Rule 5 :If you sense someone's breath on the back of your neck, promptly locate me and resist the urge to look behind you.
Rule 6: If the lights go out, start running fast and look for an area lit up by a blue light. Those things will stay away from it so you'll be safe there. You may not be able to see or hear them, but rest assured they are there. If they catch you, they'll pull you into the darkness and all that will be left behind is your blood spilled on the floor.
Rule 7: If you spot a dude wearing a black sweater, it's probably best to stick close to him. Some entities seem to be scared of him for some unknown reason - I wonder what it could be?
Rule 8: Make sure to submit your assignments on time. If you don't have a good reason for being late, you'll get sent to ISS and you won't be getting out anytime soon.
Rule 9: Here's what your day looks like: Language from 9:10–10:45, Social Studies from 10:45–11:25, English from 11:25–11:45, and lunch from 11:45–1:00. Math from 1:00–1:40, gym from 1:40–2:00, Art from 2:00–2:30, and science from 2:30–3:20.
Rule 10: Lunch ALWAYS starts at 11:45. Do not enter at any other time. Those things are waiting for you.
Rule 11: Definitely don't get on the bad side of the lunch ladies. They'll make sure you get what's coming to you, and it won't be pretty.
Rule 12: We only serve food on red trays. Anything else will liquefy your organs.
Rule 13: Room 13 does not exist.
Rule 14: Don't ever go to the library by yourself! If you happen to be alone, get outta there ASAP. Those creepy things in the library like to attack people who are alone.
Rule 15: Before outside for lunch, take a look outside. Depending on what you see, that'll determine what you should do. Below is a list of what to do.
Cherry blossoms: Check out the amazing sight of cherry blossoms - no need to worry about anything!
Green trees: Watch out when you see green trees, even though it may seem safe. Be careful of the people walking past the yard; they aren’t human. If you acknowledge one, you better sprint back to the school as fast as you can, because you've got five seconds to make it. If you do make it back, don't even think about stepping foot in the yard until the next day at lunch, or you won't make it out alive.
Rain: Let's just stay inside the school so we don't get soaked.
Trees with no leaves: Don't even think about going outside - there's a good reason why and trust me, you don't want to find out what it is!
Fog: DO NOT go outside. The fog will consume you and you will never be seen again.
Black trees: Get to the cafeteria and immediately alert everyone. You've got 20 seconds before those dark figures start storming the school and start killing students. Find a room and cram yourself in there. Bathrooms are no good during this, so don't even think about it. Make sure everyone gets in the room and shut the door. And keep it quiet! Don't open the door for any voices, or you and everyone in the class will get an agonizing ending. Seriously DO NOT make any noise. They will bust down the door if you make too much noise. When the light’s turn blue, you’ll know it’s over.
Rule 16: If you hear a really loud scream that sounds like a monster, everyone in the cafeteria needs to hide under the tables ASAP. The cafeteria is pretty spacious so the tables should be able to fit most of the people. You've only got 15 seconds to get under the table before the beast comes in. Whatever you do, don't make any noise. If you do, you and everyone else under the table is gonna be toast. If you're wondering, it looks like a 15 foot tall figure with long, muscular limbs. It has huge hands and long fingers for grabbing whatever it's hunting. It has a huge, glowing grin, a thin torso, and thin legs. But it's seriously quick! It should be gone after a few minutes.
Rule 17: Don't even think about drinking any red liquid from a plastic water bottle you find. If you do, you'll hit the ground in terrible pain, your eyes will pop out of your head and you'll be blind, your stomach will explode and your insides will come out, your skin will melt, and you'll have a hard time breathing before you eventually die.
Rule 18: If you spot the principal or vice principal coming your way, make sure to give them a friendly hello. Otherwise, they'll be sure to give you a hard time. Don't be fooled by their human appearance - they're definitely not human.
Rule 19: If you don't behave, you'll be in big trouble! You'll get sent to the principal's office, where they'll give you a really hard time. It'll feel like it goes on forever. They'll make you suffer - like skinning you, boiling you alive and taking out your insides!
Rule 20: No vaping in the bathroom, they’ll make sure to especially torture you the most.
Rule 21: If you also misbehave in class, the teachers will reveal their true forms. And brutally tear you apart and mangle you.
Rule 22: You gotta be out of the school by 3:30 or you're toast!
Rule 23: If you see a girl in a black hoodie running towards you, better start running! Don't risk it or you will end up in the forest of lost souls.
Rule 24: Don’t even think about bringing guns here. They will disappear upon entry.
Rule 25: If you and your whole class suddenly end up in a hallway with red lights, sprint right away! Monsters will be after you and if they catch you, it'll be a super painful demise. This hallway is 10km long, so you better run fast!
*That should be all we hope you have a fun time at our school.*
*You mutter to yourself, "The next few years of my life are gonna be a nightmare." The bell rings and you run into the school and into your first class. You quickly make your way to your seat and sit down. The lesson starts up soon after. Time passes and you hear a knock on the door. The teacher goes to answer it and you see it's the principal. She walks into the room and heads to the bottom left corner. You stay quiet, like the rules say, and then you hear a sneeze. Right after that, you hear the principal's footsteps and a female voice shouting "NO!" You then hear the sound of flesh tearing and someone screaming. You don't even dare to peek; you don't want to get the same punishment. A couple minutes after that, the principal leaves to go to another class. When lunch rolled around, Amy suddenly appeared and said hi. You greeted her back, and the two of you went to the entrance of the yard to check out the trees. You opened it to find that the trees were pitch black, and it totally freaked you out. Amy grabbed your arm, and you both dashed back to the cafeteria. You shouted about the trees being black, and everyone started to panic and run out. Then dark figures started storming the school, killing students. You and Amy rushed to the nearest classroom and got everyone inside, then shut the door. People were banging on the door and begging to be let in, but no one inside the room even dared to open it. After what felt like forever, the light turned blue, letting everyone know that everything was okay again.*
*After that, everybody started to leave the classes and you saw dead bodies everywhere. The janitors were already getting rid of the mess and one of them said hi to you before getting back to work. You followed the crowd to the cafeteria and it was back to normal. Then, at 12:50 you heard a loud scream and everyone went under the tables to hide. Suddenly, you heard the wall being smashed and giant footsteps. You were so scared that you didn't even make a noise, and Amy put her hand on your mouth to stop you. You heard the people at the other table making noise and then the beast ripped the table apart. You heard everyone under the table screaming and you almost laughed because you remembered a funny meme from a YouTube video. But you stopped yourself. After a few minutes, the beast was gone and you all breathed a sigh of relief. The bell was about to ring so you quickly ate your food and left. You just made it to class in time when the bell rang.*
*Four years later, it's 2023, and you've finally graduated from that awful school. You hop on the bus that's going to take you out of this place for good, but you've got to be careful to follow all the rules, or else you've gone through all this for nothing. You sit next to your buddy Amy like you always do, and the bus ride begins. It's more intense than usual, with the red sky appearing five times, like it's trying to test you. But you made it, and when the bus stops and the doors open, you give Amy a hug and thank her for everything. She says, "You're welcome," and you can't help but shed a tear. You wave goodbye and get off the bus. When you walked up to the front door, your parents were waiting for you. They gave you a big hug and congratulated you. You thanked them and headed into your room. You sat down on your gaming chair and jumped into the game with your friends.*
*Your mom opens the door and says she and your dad are going away on a trip for a few days. It's pretty far, so she tells you to order some food and invite your friends over. You say sure, and she leaves. You hit up your buddies and ask if they want to come over. They're all down. AJ asks if you're going to bring any friends from that hellish school you went to. You say yes and tell them you're ordering pizza and drinks. You tell them to arrive at 9 p.m. At 9 o'clock, your friends all manage to show up at the same time! AJ brought Timbits, Mary brought Lipton ice tea, Yuri had two bags of chips, and even your two new buddies, Eian and Amy, came along. You were so surprised when Amy showed up with McDonald's and a Grimace shake for everyone—it won't hurt to try it, right?*
*You guys have a blast watching movies, cracking jokes, and playing truth or dare!*
*It's way past midnight, so you all decide to hit the sack. You all crash in the same room. Then, just as you're about to drift off, your dad rings you up and tells you that the trip might be extended. He also lets you know that he and your mom are staying at a hotel. You ask him what it's called, and he says, "Victoria's Hotel". You tell him goodbye and ask your friends if they want to go to the mall tomorrow; they all agree. With that, you all fall asleep.* | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/156r8ub/golden_sierra_school_the_school/ | Ruleshorror | Crimsonwanderer0 |
false | How to survive in the catacombs | I looked around to make sure there was nothing around me, the candlelight was still burning bright. I picked up and dusted off the strange book I found lying on the floor. The book appeared to be very old, wrapped in leather with intricate patterns on the front but no words. As I opened the book I noticed a lot of the pages contained pure gibberish, the words were still in English but made no grammatical sense. Most of these pages were extremely short, just a few random words at most (phrases like “orange banana turkey”). I found a quill in one of the pages, sort of like a bookmark. On the page where the quill was I found the first instance of text in the book that was actually comprehensible. It went as follows:
—------------------------------------------------------------------------
TIPS TO SURVIVING IN THE CATACOMBS:
Yes, you aren’t the first to get trapped here, and you certainly won’t be the last. I am in the same predicament as you are, and so was whoever first brought this book in here, whoever that might be. We used to be a group of 10, now I am the last one standing with no chance of escape. Hopefully This will help you survive long enough to maybe find a way out of here.
This rule is the most important. Never under any circumstances should you go into the dark. The candle doesn’t work in the dark. They live in the dark. Never go in the dark. Never.
The creature’s eyes glow. Never look into its eyes
Never go backwards. The further backwards you go the harder the wind gets. The harder the wind gets the harder it is to keep the candle alight
Your family is not in the catacombs. Keep repeating this sentence to yourself. Make sure you believe it.
Keep the quill safe. It never runs out. Its safety is essential.
Don’t start writing in the book until the candle runs out. Once you start writing they will find you
Don’t stop moving. The darkness follows you.
Once the candle goes dark, immediately start writing. DO NOT STOP WRITING. DO NOT WRITE GIBBERISH, IT CAN TELL. DO NOT LOOK AWAY FROM THE BOOK
These are the following areas I have already explored. Use the map. Expand the map. It’s too late for me but someday one of us will escape.
—------------------------------------------------------------------------
That was the end of the note, followed by a map of the catacombs. The map he had was very detailed and included various structural identifiers. Over the next few days I expanded the map greatly, but no exit was found. Slowly my candle got dimmer and dimmer, until it faded out.
I immediately opened my book and started writing this. I could feel the creatures moving slowly towards me. When I stopped writing for a second to collect my thoughts it moved at a breakneck speed. I have been writing for 20 minutes now but it keeps getting closer. I can now feel its claws slowly digging into me from all directions.
It’s pitch black and I can see nothing, I can only feel the quill and the page in a way I've never felt any other object. I can see perfectly everything I write, crystal clear. How can it be so visible without even the slightest glow on anything else? The pain is now becoming excruciating. I think the best ending I can now hope for is a merciful, quick death. It feels like the creature is moving in slow motion, hopefully when I stop writing it will move fast and kill me fast. I only hope you have better luck than I did at finding the exit. | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/156krfg/how_to_survive_in_the_catacombs/ | Ruleshorror | theworstredditeris |
false | Rule for being home alone | If you are reading this, then you are most likely home alone. So I’ve listed a few rules for you to follow by in order to stay safe.
1. At 8 PM, you will hear a knock at the door followed by begging and crying to be let in. Do not let them in, no matter how human they sound. If you let them in, refer to rule 15.
2. At 8:30 PM, you will most likely start hearing footsteps from the attic above you. Simply ignore it, and you will be okay.
3. At 10:00 PM, go into the basement. You will see 6 corpses in front of you. If you see any number of corpses other than 6, turn off all lights, get into the fetal position, and stay there until 10:30 PM
4. Bedtime is 11:00 PM. if you hear strange noises from the attic, please just ignore them.
5. If you are reading this, congratulations, you didn’t go to bed at 11:00 PM. Abide by the following rules or face a fate worse than death.
6. Ignore the tapping on your window.
7. Never turn on any lights. If you do, you will be stabbed in the eyes.
8. If you hear screaming coming from downstairs, hide. If the screaming gets closer, refer to rule 15.
9. Don’t bother trying to eat or sleep until 6:00 AM when we get home.
10. Never open the closet past 11:00 PM for any reason no matter how serious it is.
11. If you look outside your window and cannot see the moon, get under the blankets and stay there.
12. If you see me or anybody you know standing at the foot of your bed, refer to rule 15
13. Don’t go upstairs or downstairs at any time unless you are obeying rule 3.
14. If you start hearing whispering, ignore it. If you hear it whisper your name, refer to rule 15.
15. Keep a sharp weapon with you at all times. The things that will happen if you break these rules are far worse than a simple death. Do not hesitate to end your life.
I hope you have a fun time being alone for the first time. Make sure to follow all rules. | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/156mmk3/rule_for_being_home_alone/ | Ruleshorror | Dry-Counter-5757 |
false | RULES FOR AUNTS HOUSE | Welcome my dear cousin! You've reached the ripe age of 12! How monumental! This does mean some things have changed for you and there are new rules to follow. Don't worry! Your dear oldest cousin will guide you!
AUNT
Remember how she looked so sweet and unasuming? How she was short and round and always made those delicious blueberry pies and always wanted to talk with you? That's not the real her. She chooses to look and act like that because she doesn't want to scare the youngers.
1. IMPORTANT: For the love of all that is holy. DON'T COMMENT ON HOW SHE CHANGED. YES HER NECK IS LONGER THAN WHAT SHOULD BE HUMAN. DON'T. POINT. IT. OUT. IF YOU DO, REFER TO THE BOTTOM TEXT OF THE ENTIRE RULE LIST
2. Unless it's urgent don't talk to her. She's not as happy to talk to you now that you're 12.
3. Don't talk to the littles unless they do first. Aunt would rather you stay with your age group
IMPORTANT:
4. When you do talk to her refer to her as Aunt I or Aunt anything else and refer to the text at the bottom of these rules
NIGHT
Remember how the only rule when you were 11 or younger at night was to be in bed by 9 p.m? Yeah it's different for us older kids now.
1. Be in your or someone else's room by 11 p.m. I know sweet right?
IMPORTANT:
2. Some nights we have "sibling/cousin nights" these nights all of us that are 12 or older go to someones room and just talk raid the fridge and pantry at 10 PM and have a general good time, but only if Aunt I will allow it. The last time we did it without her permission she had something to say...
IMPORTANT:
3. If you're outside of your or someone else's room after 11 PM refer to the rules at the bottom of this list
IMPORTANT:
4. If you're too loud she'll walk into the room you're in and let you off on a warning. If you do it again refer to the rules at the bottom of this list.
CONSEQUENCES.
Unfortunately you disobeyed one of the important rules we can't help you now here's what to expect and what will happen to us, your parents, and anyone else you know.
1. We will forget you exist infact you don't anymore
2. Aunt will want to 'talk' to you, don't try to fight her that just gives you a longer and more painful death.
3. Let's just say those delicious blueberry pies she made very rarely are you and anyone else who disobeyed.
4. If you get a quick death she just makes you drink something that makes you fall asleep so you won't be in pain.
5. For the slow death? She just skips the drink and starts the process of making you into a delicious blueberry pie while you're still conscious. When you finally die? When you get bit into by one of us at dessert.
HOPEFULLY YOU FOLLOW ALL THE RULES SO YOU DON'T READ THE CONSEQUENCES TAB! HAVE FUN IT'S A SIBLING/COUSIN NIGHT TONIGHT! AUNT ALLOWED IT! | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/156auoe/rules_for_aunts_house/ | Ruleshorror | ImplementMaterial457 |
false | 13 Rules for Surviving the Botanical Gardens | After visiting a space as detached from nature as a [gas station](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/154upy1/13_rules_for_surviving_gas_stations/), perhaps you've decided that your next [outing](https://www.reddit.com/user/BenevolentBirdGal/comments/kuk7yy/index_for_shopping_rules_rruleshorror/) should be the botanical gardens. Public gardens are beautiful, wonderful spaces. If there's anything I've written that I'm not trying to talk you out of visiting writ large, this is it. With that being said, a few tips on safely traversing the plants:
1. There are many good reasons that a particular section of the garden might be roped off. Maybe the plants need time to recover from being stepped on/pollinators being scared off/shade being cast from people's shadows. Maybe the dryads want a stretch. And they don't like party crashers.
2. Seriously, don't follow the pretty girls in the moonlight off the garden path.
3. For the love of all that is good and green, don't carve your name into a tree.
4. Don't step on the flowers. Aside from basic etiquette in a public place, those aren't show thorns on most plants. And most plants can't be reasoned with.
5. Don't take plants unless you have specific instructions that it's cool. The gardener might be the least of your worries.
6. Many botanical gardens don't want you there after dark, or at least unguided/off-trail/not on special days. Consider perhaps from the perspective of that which lurks, the closest thing many metro areas have to a dark forest is a closed garden.
7. Plants are generally labeled. They are definitely labeled when carnivorous. If you hear a chomping plant, it is time to leave. Or it probably was time to leave a half hour ago.
8. Re: labels, sometimes they'll have scientific names in Latin. Good, normal. Occasionally it's not a name - too long, fails the vibe check, summons a human-sized insect. Bad, leave.
9. Some botanical gardens will have old buildings that have been repurposed. They shouldn't literally be made of plants and have a faint glow.
10. Fences - Are they keeping you out or something else in?
11. Many gardens will have rivers. They are not intended for swimming unless otherwise marked. What lurks on the bottom cannot be unseen, even if you make it back to the surface.
12. It's charming to have a butterfly land on you. Less charming when they stalk you around the gardens well out of their habit. If they're following you about, it's a hint to skedaddle. If they swarm - and I mean really swarm, all you can see and there can't possibly be that many, you've missed a hint.
13. Petals are going to be on the ground in a garden. Obviously. Maybe they've even fallen in shapes. But should they really form words, much less poems? | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1568sz5/13_rules_for_surviving_the_botanical_gardens/ | Ruleshorror | BenevolentBirdGal |
false | The Closet. | Hey neighbour! It seems you have moved in to the house next door. I used to live in that house, I loved it! But the rent got to expensive. It's really nice and clean, isn't it? Well, I have got a secret. You know that room, in the back? Well, it's a bit... different.
In that room it contains a closet, like any other room, right? Well, that closet is a bit different. And no it's not that you can fit less clothes in it or things like that. It's...different in other ways.
So, I know this sounds unusual, but I need to tell you a few rules about this closet. And take it seriously! I don't want you to get hurt, or any ... thing.
Rule 1, Close the door at night.
I advise you to always close the door at night, if you leave the door open spider's and other things will want to linger inside of your closet. And you don't want to feed him anymore.
Rule 2, If you hear a knock, ignore it
It doesn't matter where the knock is, on the door, the windows, on your head just ignore it. If you do ignore it, nothing will happen. You will just go back to bed as normal and wake up as normal.
Rule 3, Wear simple pyjamas
Brightly coloured pyjamas attract mosquitoes into your room, and other things. But if you do wear them, just keep the blanket over you at all times. You don't want a mistake happening.
Rule 4, At exactly 2.33am on any random night you will hear your "mother" call you.
Remember, this isn't your mother, and don't call back. At daytime, inform your mother to visit your room to let you know about something. Sometimes, he likes to play dress up in search of something new.
Rule 5, The eyes.
They will watch you.
Rule 6, Mr Como
Mr Como is a man that visits every month, he will spray his special spray into your closet and for that night only, he will not be there. Take that to advantage.
Rule 7, Don't sleep past 4.20AM
Thats his witching hour. He likes to hop around and look for unsuspecting visitors around your home.
7 A.
This is the great advantage of the Closet. He will protect you from any intruders. Not because he solemnly wants to protect, more often he just wants a change of taste.
Well I am glad you're informed, thanks neighbour! 👋 Bye. | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1566bx8/the_closet/ | Ruleshorror | squishcollectero |
false | Rules for camping in the woods | So, you and your friends have decided to go on a camping trip in the woods. Here are some things to keep in mind.
1. Do not show or mention this paper to anyone else in your group. It's better if only one person knows the rules and acts as a leader to avoid conflict and create a more enjoyable camping experience.
2. Bring a weapon for protection. A gun is ideal, but really anything can work as long as you're reasonably skilled with it.
3. Make sure to not leave any litter behind since it can be dangerous to the local widlife, and food waste may attract predators.
4. Hunting is forbidden. Some of the forest's creatures may be attracted to the smell of blood.
5. Make sure you stay close to your group and not get separated. *One of you may end up replaced.*
6. Be inside your tent by 10:00 PM. Predators may come out at night to hunt humans.
7. Make sure to extinguish any campfires you set to avoid a forest fire and to not attract unwanted attention.
8. If you hear a wolf howl, remain silent. Control your breathing until you hear it howl again.
9. If you hear a loud crash, grab your weapon and run into the forest. There's no time to get the others. Just get away.
10. If you see one of your group in the forest, *they are not real. Use your weapon.*
*11. It will fight back. Do not let it get the upper hand. If it kills you, you will never be found again.*
*12. It might try to convince you that it is real. It might try to convince you that you are fake. It might even mention the rules. Do not listen. They have been replaced.*
*13. Keep moving. Do not trust anyone you see. Fight them. Kill as many fakes as you can. Try to find your way back to the trail. It's the only way out.*
*14. When you leave the forest, the others may not be there. That's okay. You survived, after all. If someone else runs out of the forest, you know what to do.*
*15. Do not tell anyone what happened. They will not believe you. They will think you killed your friends. Act as if they simply disappeared.*
*16. Come again soon. Bring more friends. Maybe the trip will be better this time.* | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1565txy/rules_for_camping_in_the_woods/ | Ruleshorror | TurtleKing0505 |
false | The Hotel p6 | August 1st:
So sorry for not updating in so long but not much has happened, things have been somewhat calm.
A girl named Elise started working here, not to sure what she does though just seems to hover, maybe she’s night shift and just hangs out here? Who knows.
I realized I had a few spelling errors in my last entry, I’ll work on it sorry to whoever may be reading this.
Oh! Victor just stormed in the other day with his goons of psychos, how they got here who knows but he demanded that we started supplying him with 10lbs of ramen? Like what the fuck, who wants,has,or needs 10lbs of ramen.
Oh and the best part if we did give it to him the “reckoning” would come a pawn us, we just through him out and now I gotta new shiny accessory in case a “reckoning” appears orders from boss man himself.
My new toy is a 357. Snub nose for those wondering, kicks like a bitch tho. Again sorry for the short update and I will again soon.
August 3rd: Had to use my 357. Today, boss man had me clean room 107 on the 10th floor, didn’t know we had a 10th floor but duty calls.
The 10th floor is normal enough besides the puke green carpet, complimented by a piss stain yellow wall, walking down the hall gave me a funny feeling though, not like I was being watched just almost seemed like a dream, like reality is crashing at every moment.
I approached the door near the end of the hall reading the number 107, opening the door I see two octopus like tentacles just laying there surrounded by green blood, stepping further into the room and putting on a pair of gloves, sighing at my misfortune I pick up the arm? Leg? I don’t know the tentacle when it springs to life wrapping around my neck.
As I struggled to un suction the tentacles wrapped around my throat it slings and fights eventually throwing me on the floor
But what I land on isn’t hard it’s quite slimy it took all of two second before realizing shits getting worse, grabbing my gun i put the barrel just under the arm in a way it wouldn’t hit me if it went through and pulled the trigger when the once puke color carpet turns into a color of green and red as the giant octopus un camouflages and let’s out a deafening screech.
Slowly stepping back I take aim and fire another shot hitting it in what I would call it’s stomach, when it grabs me by the feet faster then my mind could comprehend and throws me into the bathroom sending me crashing into the mirror slicing my back.
Groaning I pick myself up wincing at the pain and shoot the octopus 3 times in the upper area hoping to hit wherever it’s brain is when it finally flops, limping over I check my cylinder and see one unspent bullet, putting it to its eye I pulled the trigger.
I started picking up where I left off but this time it’s way more then just 2 arms, grabbing a saw I cut the giant beast into tinier bits and gave it to big boss, he just had me give it to the chef saying something about not letting food go to waste but honestly I lose Interest when he said sushi, just ew besides the fact of raw fish, I just put six lead holes into him it’s bound to get someone sick, or maybe the alien octo beast thing is poisoned so many factors, will update when something worth updating happens although I realize now that, that’s subjective since apparently my life is strange. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/172aywx/the_hotel_p6/ | scarystories | BlackPepper445 |
false | Those With Power | They drowned Lizzy in the pond by the mill. The reverend ordered her hands and feet bound, his eyes like coals, his words like stones.
“If she be a witch,” he said with the voice of God. “Then she will rise. If she be innocent, she will sink, and Lord have mercy on her soul!”
They asked, just before they pushed her in, for Lizzy’s last words. She looked at the reverend.
“Don’t trust the dead to keep your secrets,” she said, the fire of her fury curling over every word. “And God may rest my soul, but the Devil will have his due.”
Everyone stood and watched. The initial wave was loud and white, but the ripples that followed were soft, serene. As the surface returned to its usual calm, the reverend declared her innocent.
There was no funeral. No plot. No headstone. The pond became Lizzy’s tomb, where none ever paid their respects.
Well. Besides me.
She’d come to me, before. There was no one else to turn to. Her blood hadn’t come for two months, and who knew what he’d do if he found out.
She was afraid when I told her what needs be done, but she was more afraid of him. She didn’t scream, brave girl—though she wept, when I rose from between her knees and said it was over. She did not want to see the contents of the bloody cloth and bid me dispose of it.
All that pain, and for nothing. I suppose he saw her as a liability—or perhaps he grew bored. She was older now, used, and there were younger buds to pluck.
I am not vengeful. I would not have survived so long if I revolted at every injustice. But no one visits that still pond by the mill. No one speaks Lizzy’s name, not even in whispers. And no one pays any mind when the reverend asks the girls, their breasts mere bumps under their chemises, their hips boyishly slim, to remain after Sunday service for a private word.
I am not vengeful, but I cannot hold this power and do nothing while others abuse theirs.
Blood magic is a grave endeavor. Volatile, but impossible to guard against. It takes hold of the innermost workings of a man, corrupting from the inside out.
I am not vengeful, but when she bid me dispose of the bloody shame he put inside her, I hesitated. I’d hoped this day would never come, but I could not be sure.
Someone needs to teach these men. To make an example. The dead will not keep your secrets. God may rest your soul, but the Devil will have his due.
And yours is not the only power to fear. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/171vleo/those_with_power/ | scarystories | firesidechats451 |
false | My Friends and I Explored the Local Redneck’s Land, We Found Something Horrifying | My Friends and I Explored a Local Redneck’s Land, We Found Something Horrifying
Just about every town has a Kenny Whitefield, a strange man living on a huge plot of land surrounded by “No Trespassing” signs and too many weapons. They come in all shapes and sizes: preppers, conspiracy theorists, rednecks. It doesn’t matter why they choose to live out in the woods, but one thing’s for sure, the people in town are going to spread rumors about them.
That’s the way it was with Kenny. Rarely seen off his homestead, he became a sort of local boogieman. Sometimes you’d see him coming down the road in his beat-up old truck. You could hear him coming too. The man must’ve hated mufflers. When my friends and I were younger, we’d run and hide whenever we heard him coming until he passed by. It was probably just our imagination, but it seemed like he slowed down whenever he drove past like he was watching us.
Of course, as you get older, you become less scared and more curious. We ended up going out to Kenny’s one night just looking for something to do.
Jared, Tyler, and I had a way of hyping each other up. Our teachers always told us that we were good kids when we were separated, but when the three of us got together all hell broke loose. Our reputation often preceded us, especially after we were banned from the town library.
I was whispering… Dumb old bitch…
Anyway, by high school, there weren’t a ton of places left we could just hang out. Folks would see us coming and immediately suspect we were up to something. Usually, we were, but hey, we were kids, what else are kids supposed to do?
I think it was Tyler’s idea that we go explore Kenny’s place. We’d heard so many stories about it, we wanted to find out which ones were true.
“They say he’s a freak, that he’ll eat whatever he can get his hands on,” Tyler said, “When I was a kid, our neighbors, the Wilkies, had a dog that went missing. Mike Wilkie is kind of a little freak too, but there was like, a fear in his voice when he told me that his dog was last seen around Kenny’s place. He thinks Kenny must’ve cooked him up for dinner.”
“Dogs dude?” Jared said, “Nah, I heard he straight up ate his wife. It was like, some sort of cannibalistic ritual or something.”
“For real?” I asked.
“For real, dude. At least, that's what Daniel Moore told me last year.”
“Dan’s full of shit. No way Kenny had a wife.”
“Nah, Dan knows what’s up. His parents knew Kenny. I think they went to high school together. He totally had a wife. They say she just disappeared one day. She was kooky as hell, too. They say she was like a real-life witch. Into devil worship and stuff.”
“I heard she had blood cancer or hemophilia? Something was wrong with her blood.” Tyler chimed in.
“What?”
“Yeah, she got real sick. That’s why Kenny is so obsessed with blood.”
“Kenny’s obsessed with blood? I’ve never heard that.”
“I mean, that’s what they say.”
“Who’s they?”
“Just them, dude.”
“Whatever. I still don’t believe he had a wife. Who would marry Kenny?”
Whatever was said about Kenny didn’t stop us from hiking up the road toward the edge of his property. Kenny lived just outside of town in a wooded area. You could tell which property was his by the big yellow “Trespassers Will Be Shot” sign hanging up in the trees.
“You think that’s for real? Like, can he just shoot us?” Jared asked.
“No,” Tyler said, “You gotta have a weapon or something like that. Even if it's posted, you can’t just shoot people. Or, that’s what I heard from Blake. He and some guys were camping a while back and accidentally wound up camping and drinking on some guy’s property. He was chill though. Let ‘em go.”
“Yeah, and you think Kenny’s gonna be chill?” I asked.
“Who knows? Maybe?” Tyler shrugged and started into the woods.
We crept through the woods slowly. Every twig and branch that cracked beneath our feet made me tense up. Even if Kenny ate dogs, I wondered if he might have some around guarding his property. Suddenly, Tyler froze in front of me.
“What the fuck is that?” He whispered, pointing up into the trees.
Up on one of the branches, there appeared to be a wind chime. It was stark white against the trees. In the moonlight, we could make out that it was made of bleached bones. It looked like a bird’s skull dangled in the middle. As the pieces struck together they made a dull thudding sound.
“What the fuck?” I whispered.
“We’ve got to get out of here!” Jared only half whispered.
“No way, man! We made it this far. Who knows what kind of fucked up shit Kenny’s got out here? We’ve got to check it out.” Tyler said.
“Fuck that! I am getting out of here!” Jared turned to leave.
“No. We’ve come too far. I’ve at least gotta see the house,” Tyler said. “Harper, who are you going with?”
I thought for a moment. Scared as I was, I really wanted to see what Kenny’s house looked like.
“Jared, go back to the road and wait for us. If we’re not back in like, 20 minutes. Go get help.”
“Help? Like who, our parents?”
“Fuck no! Like Daniel or someone. Dan’s got a car, right?”
“Okay, 20 minutes.”
“We’ll be back. It’ll be fine.” And with that, Tyler and I went deeper into the trees.
The wind picked up and the sound of clacking bones filled the woods. The bone chimes were everywhere, on almost every branch.
“How did he get all these bones?” I asked.
“Must’ve taken him a while,” Tyler said.
On some of the trees, there were carvings, deep carvings. From a distance, they kind of looked like those initials in hearts that teenagers sometimes carve. But as we got closer, I saw that they weren’t initials, but strange symbols. I expected pentagrams or something like that, but these were different. They almost looked like letters, just a little off.
It wasn’t long until we found the house. I was shocked by how totally normal it looked. It wasn’t even a log cabin or something weird like that. It was just a normal double-wide with green siding perched between some pine trees. The old pickup was parked out front, rusted with red paint peeling off in patches. Beside the house was a little shed and farther back a small garage.
I crept up next to Tyler. He looked at me and smiled.
“Dare you to peek inside.”
“Inside? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“C’mon. Or are you a baby like Jared?”
“We never said anything about looking inside. We need to go back.”
“I wanna see in. I’m just gonna go peek through the window.” Before I could protest anymore, Tyler started moving toward the house.
As we got closer, more and more of the stranger details stood out to us. Almost every tree had a symbol carved into it, sometimes in multiple places. Bones were everywhere. Multiple bone wind chimes hung around the house. Something that looked like an evil dreamcatcher hung outside the front door, a spiderweb of animal skulls, tufts of feathers, and smaller bones all woven together. One of the trees we passed by had what looked like a deer skull hanging on it. As we passed by, I could see that it too had symbols carved all over it.
“Tyler, I’m seriously ready to go. Something is not right here.”
“Go back then! I’m gonna go peek in the window.”
I stayed where I was, watching Tyler approach Kenny’s house. Not far from me was the shed. It was old and dilapidated like it might fall over at any minute. It was covered in carvings. Bone chimes dangled on each corner of the roof. It was tied with a rope that had little pieces of paper hanging from it. The door was covered with stickers that looked like they had Chinese written on them. There were also about half a dozen crucifixes as well.
“Tyler,” I whispered. But he was already too far away. That’s when I heard it.
“Help.”
It was faint, very faint. It sounded like a woman’s voice and it sounded like it was coming from inside the shed.
I tried to ignore it. It must’ve been the wind. It must’ve been my imagination. This place was weird. It was just playing tricks on me.
“Help.”
My heart was pounding. What the fuck was I supposed to do? I could go back to Jared, we could call the police, and then what? Would they believe a bunch of kids that admitted to trespassing? I found myself moving toward the shed. Tyler turned back to look at me. I could see him mouth, “What are you doing.” I motioned for him to come back.
“There’s someone in there,” I whispered.
“No fuckin’ way!”
“Yeah, I just heard them call for help, I think.”
“What are we gonna do?”
“How am I supposed to know? I guess we should help.”
We made our way up to the door of the shed. As we did, I heard the voice again. Someone was definitely in there and they were definitely calling for help.
The door came open easily. It wasn’t even locked. Tyler used a pocket knife to cut the rope. The stickers peeled as we opened the door. The door creaked open and a sense of dread set over me.
Inside was worse than I could’ve imagined. I thought I might actually throw up. The walls of the shed were lined with crucifixes and the bones of what I hoped were various animals, some old and yellowing and others bleached white. All of them appeared to have carvings.
The woman sat in the middle of the room. She wore old tattered clothes and a cloth bag over her head. Ropes bound her hands and feet. On the ground surrounding her were more symbols carved into the floor. Around that was a dark red ring that I guessed must’ve been dried blood.
“What the fuck?” Tyler whispered.
Suddenly, the woman lashed out.
“I knew it!” She gasped, “I knew it! Someone’s there! Someone’s finally come! Please, he’s crazy! You have to let me out!”
“O-okay lady. We’ll get you out!” I said.
I ran over to her and began working on the ropes. They were old and frayed. Tyler made quick work of them with his pocket knife. I was surprised the woman hadn’t been able to break free from them. When we finally got the ropes off, the woman stood shakily.
“Let’s get out of here!” Tyler said, “We’ll get you to the police or the hospital or wherever you need to go.”
The woman continued to shake. She was chuckling. It started as a low rumble, and then slowly grew into a maddening laugh.
“Finally. Finally! I’m free!” The woman reached up and took the bag off of her head. Her face was contorted into a wide, jagged-toothed, smile. Her eyes were bright yellow, like a cat’s eyes. I nearly fell over when I saw her. Then, we heard the sound of a shotgun being pumped.
“Get away from her, boys.” It was Kenny.
I’d never seen him up close before. It looked like he was still in his pajamas. He held the shotgun in his hands that was leveled at the woman. Tyler and I listened and scampered away from the woman.
“Oh, Kenny. We haven’t gotten to talk face to face in so long and this is how you treat me? And I was just about to forgive you for keeping me tied up all these years.”
We hid behind Kenny, our boogie man turned savior.
“W-What the fuck is she? What the fuck is going on?” Tyler said. Kenny actually smiled at that.
“That’s a long story. Right now, you boys need to get aw-” The thing lunged at Kenny and there was an explosion of noise as he fired the shotgun. The woman flew backward against the wall of the shed, adding her blood to the blood already splattered on the floor.
“Holy shit!” Tyler yelled. He was covered in splotches of blood. Kenny must’ve had some extra powerful rounds in his gun. He cocked the gun and the shell casing popped out.
“Oh my god! Is she dead?” I asked.
“Nah, take more than that to kill that bitch. Bought us some time though. Don’t know why you boys are out here, but you need to fuck off, quick.”
There was a gurgling noise from the corner of the shed. The woman seemed to be breathing again. Her skin was stitching itself back together.
“Run!” Kenny said. We made it about 10 feet from the cabin when we heard another shotgun blast. The woman lept on him and knocked him to the ground. Her arm was a bloody stump, blown away by the shotgun, but she was still smiling.
“Kenny, Kenny, Kenny. You haven’t been to visit your wife in so long. You’d rather just keep me tucked away in the shed? Pretend I don’t exist? Well, I do exist, Kenny. And do you know what it’s like to be trapped in that shed? It’s been so boring. Now that I’m out, let’s have a little fun.”
There was a sickening popping sound. Kenny screamed as the woman tore his arm off.
“This one should do.” She held the arm up to her own bloody stump. Her flesh seemed to pulse forward and latch onto Kenny’s arm. Once the arm was attached, she flexed all of the digits and clenched her fist. Kenny lay on the ground, continuing to scream. “Yes, this will do nicely.”
The woman leaned in close and caressed Kenny’s face. “Shooting your wife? How awful. What will people think, Kenny? What have you done to your poor Julie?”
“You’re not her!” He grunted. “Don’t even pretend. Don’t even say her name! You’re not her!”
The thing leaned in close so that it was face-to-face with Kenny. It’s mouth opened and a large tongue flopped out. It licked him with it, and then quickly retracted the tongue back in its mouth with a snap.
“Maybe you’re right.” The thing reeled back, it’s mouth open wide.
“Run!” I yelled to Tyler. We both sprinted through the trees. Behind us, there was a cracking noise as the thing tore into Kenny. His screams stopped.
“Jesus Christ!” Tyler shrieked.
“Just keep fucking running!” We did our best to follow our original route. Soon, we heard the footsteps- No, something worse than footsteps. The lady, the thing, whatever it was, was tearing through the trees after us.
As we began to run past the first bone chimes we’d seen, Tyler tripped. He hit the ground hard. I did a 180 and rushed back over to him. I hoisted him off the ground as quickly as I could, but not quick enough. The thing was right behind us. Its tongue drooped down out of its mouth, long and forked. Slobber and blood dripped from her gaping maw.
“We’re gonna fuckin’ die! We’re gonna fuckin’ die and it’s all my fault!” Tyler yelled. I closed my eyes. Then there was a shriek. When I opened my eyes, I saw the woman flying backward. She smacked hard into the ground.
“What?” She growled. Then, she snapped her head upward. She started to chuckle when she noticed the bone chimes hanging in the trees. “Kenny was more clever than I thought. Bird bones. A relatively poor substitute for human bones, but good enough it seems. Kenny never had it in him to take a human life. Poor bastard.”
Tyler and I just stared at her. She paced at the treeline, like a tiger in its enclosure at the zoo. She stared up at the bone chimes, shaking her head.
“He never was as good at magic as his wife was. But in the end, not too shabby, Kenny. I’ve waited a long time. I guess I can wait a while longer. Those talismans won’t hold forever.” With that, she turned and skulked back into the darkness, leaving Tyler and me alone.
“What the fuck was that?” Tyler asked.
“I have no idea.”
And I still don’t. We tried to tell Jared what we saw, but he never believed us. Even though Tyler was covered in blood, he never believed it. Of course, he was never brave enough to sneak back out to Kenny’s house and see for himself.
Rumors spread around town about Kenny’s disappearance. Some people said he’d died and his spirit was still haunting the grounds of his house. Others said he was still up there, but that he’d finally completely lost it, and that he must be building a bunker up there or something, finding some way to completely isolate himself from society. Only Tyler and I know the truth.
I drove by once before I left for college. The yellow “No Trespassing” signs had been replaced with a new one. It was a sign from the county saying that the property had been condemned. I wonder if whatever inspectors the county sent out there saw that thing. Maybe it hid from them while they looked around the place. Or maybe the bone chimes finally fell, and that thing is loose out in the world somewhere. I don’t like to think about that, but the thing was right. Those chimes won’t hang forever. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/171nvzb/my_friends_and_i_explored_the_local_rednecks_land/ | scarystories | ArtUndergrove |
false | Reliving a Nightmare | Horror Story | https://youtu.be/p3d2\_nmu3fQ
A horror story based on a real dream... Enjoy 👹 | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17256ax/reliving_a_nightmare_horror_story/ | scarystories | Easy_Middle_7261 |
false | The Transformation | “I don’t feel so good.”
“Perfectly normal. You may experience dizziness and shortness of breath but that too will pass.”
“Does it always come on this quick?”
“The nature of the drug and how it varies from person to person is still unknown.” He smiled at me.
“That’s why you’re here after all!”
My head began to spin uncontrollably.
“I feel like I’m going to puke. Do you think we can loosen the straps just a bit?”
“Afraid not.” He said in a chipper tone. “As I’m afraid the transformation shall begin shortly.” | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/171u5fm/the_transformation/ | scarystories | LorneBronstein |
false | What is this? | I was sitting on the couch on a calm day no no nothing but out of nowhere this big gust of wind pops up and my phone freezes and it starts making a weird sound | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/171wmmq/what_is_this/ | scarystories | CULTYAKUZA |
false | The hand | My house growing up was next to graveyard but I was never afraid of it nothing about the occasional presence seemed malicious it just felt mournful like someone looking for a loved one that they would never find. One day as a kid I felt sick so I was just laying in bed and I wanted to get up to get something but I feel a could hand press down gently on my forehead seemingly bidding me to lay down and sleep.
This is my first story sorry if it’s bad it did happen to me when I was around nine. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/171uzgo/the_hand/ | scarystories | Borbs_arecool |
false | I was going to the kitchen to make soup, hoping it wouldn't turn into scary soup. | When I finished making the soup.. I realized it turned into scary soup.. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/171qc5n/i_was_going_to_the_kitchen_to_make_soup_hoping_it/ | scarystories | imsoSILLYaaa |
false | Scary Shadows : Mysterious Encounters in the Haunted House #horrorstory ... | Welcome to The Haunting Hour channel, where we delve into the realms of horror and the paranormal. In this video, we unravel the truth behind a spine-chilling YouTube Shorts clip that has left viewers questioning its authenticity. Join us as we analyze the footage, evaluate the acting, and uncover the secrets hiding within this unsettling video. Could it be real or simply a clever hoax? Watch till the end and brace yourself for a truly haunting experience. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/171xpgu/scary_shadows_mysterious_encounters_in_the/ | scarystories | amazing-master-egy |
false | Text message | Was that you, Jonathan?
Read a text message from my mom
What?
I replied
Were you screaming in the hallway?
N- No... no mom, I wasn't
Close your lights and lock the door NOW!
In a hurry, I shut down my pc, closed my monitor, locked my door, and hid under my bed
*BUZZ*
My phone vibrated
I hurriedly switched it on to see a message from my mom
Sweetie, can you call the police? It's outside my room!
I quickly closed the messages app and dialed 911
911, what's your emergency?
Hello... there's an intruder in my house, and they're standing outside my mom's bedroom. I- I don't want them to kill her...
I whispered
Can you give us your address?
I- I don't know the full address
Ok, just stay with us until the police track your phone
Ok... ok
After what felt like 5 minutes, I felt a vibration
NO!
My phone died, I was forced to sit in silence, drown in worry as I pray that the cops managed to track my location and hope that they're on their way
I sat in silence for what felt like hours when all of a sudden
*BANG*
The door to my mom's bedroom was kicked in. All I heard next was a high-pitched screech followed by my mother screaming in pain
I started to silently sob as I heard my mom being ripped apart, I eventually gathered myself up and decided to make a run for it
I slowly opened my bedroom door and stepped outside, I froze in terror when I saw a hideous creature, standing right in front of me. I broke down in tears as I saw it, covered in blood with an eye sticking out of its mouth
I knew it was the end of me when it started to let out a horrific screech, but all of a sudden
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
Detroit police, open up!
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
This is the Detroit police department, open the door NOW!
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
OPEN THE DOOR N-
HELP ME, PLEASE!!!!
I yelled out
The creature pushed me aside and leaped at my bedroom window as the officers kicked in the door
I ran down the stairs and hugged the policeman as I broke down in tears. He took me to the car as his partner ran up the stairs, gun in hand only to find broken doors and windows, a skeleton, and a carpet covered in blood...
As for me, I'm much better now, my father came back from a business trip which saved his life that night, we arranged my mother's funeral and it should take place next week on the 13th of October. I'm seeing a therapist now... to help with the nightmares I now have each night. I just can't forget my mother's screams as that thing ripped her apart, piece by piece...
I just pray that I never have to encounter that thing ever again in my life | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/171jncc/text_message/ | scarystories | iloveeeeemycat |
false | The road to New Wilderness [Part 7] | [\[Part 6\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/170qwhc/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_6/)
[\[Part 8\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/172evuy/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_8/)
The cafeteria of the New Wilderness visitor center hummed with the low roar of breakfast rush-hour. Cutlery clinked, voices mumbled in two-dozen separate conversations, and chairs scraped on the tile floor as people came and went. Pots and pans banged loudly behind the nearby kitchen doors, from which floated the heady aroma of cooking food. Outside the nearby windows, the sun barely crested the perimeter wall, sending soft golden rays into the room, and the cold plastic of the chair stuck to my bare calves.
“Here.”
I looked up from my almost empty plate to find Jamie pushing her little yellow square of cornbread my way. “You don’t want it?”
She threw me a conspiratorial wink. “Gotta ease you into the insurgent life. Besides, I know where we can get better stuff. But you still don’t want to skip your breakfast ration.”
My first morning at New Wilderness had been a long one so far. Jamie let me sleep in for an extra two hours past the standard wakeup, but I still woke up exhausted. Upon reaching the visitor center where breakfast was served, I’d been confronted with a harsh reality; my days of generous breakfasts with mounds of gooey pancakes and crispy bacon were long gone. With a little over 300 people living inside the fort walls, food was strictly rationed, and everyone but the night rangers had to be up at 5:30 to start the day. Power to lights, air conditioning, and wall outlets was cut off from most buildings during the daytime to conserve power, and already I could see the humidity fogging on the cafeteria windows. My meager ration of one fried bison patty, one square of cornbread, and a serving of stewed beans seemed to disappear all too quickly, and I fought pangs of homesickness at the thought of dad’s legendary grilling skills.
*He and mom are probably worried sick right now.*
Crunching down the buttery cornbread, I pushed the feelings away, and smiled at Jamie in between bites. “Thanks. So, what are we doing today?”
Jamie drained her glass and nodded toward a dry-erase board on the far wall gridded off with tape, names and instructions written in each box. “Every day, you check the work roster. It’ll show where you are for the next week or so, but sometimes things change. Just because you’re a ranger doesn’t mean you won’t get crappy jobs, especially for things like wall repair, or mending pasture fence. Besides, if you work during the day, they won’t schedule you for a night op unless it’s a dire emergency. Sean makes the roster every week, and updates it daily, so if you’ve got a problem, take it up with him.”
We turned in our trays and trudged out into the rising heat of the day, the humid air already sticky on my skin. Thankfully, we didn’t have to wear the uniform shirts unless on patrol, so Jamie and I both sported cotton t-shirts, and loose athletic shorts that made the temperature much more bearable. Jamie left her AK in our room, but still wore her pistol belt everywhere she went, and I felt somewhat out of place walking around empty handed.
Turning left to head back toward the lodge, Jaime pointed things out as we went, daylight bringing the fort to life. “Just about every building has living spaces in it, so always knock whenever you go anywhere. Rangers have the lodge, mechanical garage, and armory; workers get the campsite and cabins. Researchers stay on the other end, in the clinic and animal buildings.”
We looped through a narrow asphalt driveway that cut between two rows of square, gray-painted cabins, where people moved to and fro-going about their work. Some of these also carried guns, but they seemed to be more older people, pregnant women, and younger children. Groups hacked weeds from the gardens that occupied nearly every available space between the residential buildings, including several large plots outside the row of houses. Others headed off toward the signs leading to the animal barns, or toward the front gate to work in the larger fields and pastures that ringed the fort. Even from inside the walls, I could smell the starchy green corn fields in the morning breeze, and there were neat lines of beans, pumpkins, potatoes, carrots, and onions all up and down the little roadway. Small wire coops with little flocks of chickens dotted every backyard, and occasionally I spotted a roving dog or cat prowling for rodents among the crops, though there were far less than I’d expected to see. An old woman busily milked a tan-and-white speckled cow by hand right next to the roadway, and four young boys ran in circles to herd a stray piglet that had escaped a backyard pen. Despite the modern clothes, weapons, and asphalt, it felt more like stepping back in time than the world I knew. No one held a cell phone, no lawnmowers roared, every child of all ages seemed to be outside, and the people threw themselves into their work with backs bent in the wavy glare of the morning sunshine.
A group of what looked like junior-high age girls watched us go from where they sat on a porch step, mending clothes by hand with needle and thread, and whispered to each other, pointing at me.
Unnerved, I stuck closer to Jamie, and avoided their gaze.
*You’d think I was wearing a sign or something.*
“Rumors spread fast.” Jamie cut through a side path in one yard, and led me out toward a larger, open area. “It’s a small community, and everyone knows when a newbie comes in. They always have eyes the size of watermelons when they see this place.”
Stepping out from the housing row, I almost let my jaw drop.
A long building made from cinder blocks sat to my left, with the words ‘Shower house’ painted over the two doorways, one with a male stick figure on the door, the other a female. A laundromat stood on the opposite side of the building, and not far from the shower house sat a campsite ringed with half a dozen campers and vehicles. But those weren’t what caught my attention.
Dozens of big tents were pitched in a circle about 50 yards square, and a small crowd moved amongst them, voices calling out and chattering on the morning breeze, along with savory smells that made my stomach rumble.
Her grin at my expression bordered on the giddy, and Jamie waved me on, plunging into the morass. “Welcome to the market. Come on, let’s see if the kabob stand is open.”
*Kabobs?*
My mouth watered at the aroma of cooking meat hanging in the air, and I followed, slipping through the various groups of people to let my curious eyes wander.
It seemed you could buy almost anything here, each tent bearing a table in front of it for goods exchange, often with more hung on wooden racks behind them. One woman sat behind a loom in her tent, weaving gorgeous bits of colorful cloth, which two more women stitched into dresses, blouses, and pants to hang up for display. Another stall held a grizzled old man surrounded by cages, filled with various rabbits, birds, and even strange beasts like salamanders with three sets of legs, and turtles with glowing purple spikes on their shells. A burly man in a shed beat red-hot metal into shape with a hammer and anvil, his forge roaring with flames in the background, the *tink, tink, tink* of hammer-stokes almost rhythmic in its effort. Handmade garden tools adorned his merchandise table, shovels, hoes, axes, and several things that I only recognized from a few times I’d been to country-themed restaurants in the big-city. Other vendors hawked their wares to passers-by like something out of a medieval village, calling to me with warm smiles and sing-song voices.
“Shoe repair, any size, any make!”
“New gardening tools, pre-sharpened!”
“Herbal medicine! Cure headaches, nausea, and bug-bites!”
*If only mom could see all this. She’d spend a fortune here.*
Not bothering to hide my amazement, I jogged after Jamie, wishing I had my camera. Maybe this place wasn’t so bad after all.
I found her standing by an open-sided tent, occupied by two round-faced women in aprons who worked a big stove made from patched-together sheets of scrap metal. An old green chalkboard hung from one of the tent poles, with prices scratched in neat white lines. Heavenly smells of baking bread, frying meat, and spicy stew hit my nose, and already a line was forming behind me.
“You like fish?” Jamie called above the din, as she dug into a pouch on her belt.
My face flushed hot, as I realized I didn’t have any money, my empty wallet back in our room. “You don’t have to—”
“Two fish kabobs.” Jamie arched her hand over the table in front of the stall and proceeded to drop fourteen shiny little cartridges into a round plastic jar at the end of the table. This jar had many such rounds in it, tiny as a pencil in diameter, and no coins or paper dollars that I could see.
Confused, I watched as one of the women speared several golden-brown chunks of meat onto two wooden skewers before wrapping them in flat dry corn leaves.
“Here you are, darlin.” The woman beamed and waved the next person behind us forward. “I can help whoever’s next.”
I waited until we were a few yards away to start in on my kabob, the delicious fish tender and juicy with a slightly peppery flavor. “Wow, thank you. I thought food was being rationed?”
At my words, several people snapped their heads around to glare at me, as if I’d screamed some kind of horrible slur at the top of my lungs. The fish stuck in my throat, and I fought a nervous tingle in my spine.
*What did I do now?*
Jamie took me by the arm and gently, though with enough urgency to make me understand, guided me away from the numerous angry stares. “Don’t say stuff like that in the market, okay? This is Worker territory, and people here get really upset if they think the old rationing system is going to come back.”
She stopped in between some tents, where there were less prying eyes, and went back to devouring her own kabob in gusto.
Frustrated at having caused a scene only a few hours into my first day, I nibbled at my fish, and glanced over my shoulder in unease. “I don’t get it. What old system?”
Jamie paused to lick at the grease on her fingers, already halfway finished with her food. “Basically, food from the fields and pastures outside the walls is part of the communal ration fund. Like our corn fields, the bison herd, that sort of thing. Everything in the market is stuff people went out and got on their own or grew in their own gardens. Part of Sean’s market reforms.”
I looked down at the fish in my hands, still confused. “Reforms?”
She finished her kabob and tossed the leftover skewer and greasy corn leaf into a nearby metal drum that seemed to be set up for such reasons. “It’s kind of a long story. Come on, we’ve got to get you to the armory to meet Andrew. I’ll explain on the way.”
Scarfing down more of my food, I tagged along, grateful to get further from the earshot of others. We crossed back toward the visitor’s center, where people passed us back and forth on the paths on their way to whatever jobs they had for the day. It amazed me how, in the daylight, this place seemed so much bigger, with so many people crammed into it.
Another building caught my eye further to our left, tucked against the perimeter wall. It had a strange, almost makeshift roof built over it, and the walls looked discolored in places. No one moved in or out of it, and where the front door should have been, there was only a yawning dark hole.
“What’s that?” I craned my neck to see it better.
Jamie stiffened, her eyes regarding the dilapidated little building with something like pain in the emerald irises. “It’s the old check in building. Our first commander, Randy, had his office in there.”
The fish turned over in my stomach at her response, and I tried to think of a sensitive way to ask her more. “So . . . was there a fire?”
“You could say that.” Jamie snorted, an angry, almost bitter expression on her face. “It was the first and only time ELSAR tried to hit us from the air. Two helicopters came in one morning and dropped rocket on us. Both hit the check in building. Carter’s militia scrounged some anti-air rocket launchers from a convoy we’d ambushed days before, and they fought the choppers off, but not before the building collapsed. Randy and three others died in there. We built a roof over it and left it as a memorial for all the people we’ve lost so far.”
Kicking at a loose pebble in the gravel path, she cast a glance around, as if to ensure there weren’t others nearby. “Carter took over as commander after that and tried to run things like back in his military days. Everything was handed over to the administration, everyone worked every kind of job, and he had absolute authority. When he decided to attack what he thought was a weapons convoy near the town of [Collingswood,](https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/14h920e/i_survived_the_collingswood_massacre/) no one could speak against him, even when Carter’s plan called for us to herd mutants right into them like they’d done to us.”
A few workers walked by, and Jamie stopped talking until they left, her suspicious glances making the hairs on my neck stand on end.
“Turns out, it was a humanitarian mission to bring food, meds, and water in for the municipal government. The mutants got out of control and attacked the town instead. ELSAR had to drop bombs in order to stop the stampede. We lost 26 rangers that night, and Carter wouldn’t let us try to rescue anyone out of the flames. Collingswood burned, with all its 5,000 people.”
*Mother of God.*
I blinked at her, unable to speak. A whole town, destroyed? How? It didn’t seem possible . . . but yet I knew that in this place, anything was possible.
She sighed and tugged at the belt on her waist to adjust it. “We tried to keep going, but Carter’s system meant no one could forage for extra supplies without his permission. Even if they did, it would be confiscated for the central fund anyway. Food began to run out because no one wanted to risk their lives only to have their stuff taken from them, and when we caught people hording rations, Carter ordered us to shoot them.”
My feet stopped before I could think to, and I almost fell over in shock. “Wait . . . *us*?”
Jamie cringed in a shame that rivaled the way she’d looked during the story about her brother. “Yeah. At first, I supported Carter, even when he started the crackdowns, because I thought it was the only way to survive. I wanted Bill’s death to mean something, even if I had to follow someone I didn’t always agree with.”
I searched her face, noted the way Jamie avoided my gaze, and swallowed hard. “So, what did you do?”
“I managed to avoid firing squad duty for a while.” Jamie stirred the rocks with the toe of her boot, her tone low and morose. “But I still helped with arrests. I was scared they’d turn on me if I refused. All that changed when they dragged one of my friends to the firing line and ordered me to shoot. I couldn’t bring myself to pull the trigger, so they put me against the wall with him. Luck was on our side though. Sean had secretly gotten a bunch of rangers, workers, and researchers together to force a vote on New Wilderness leadership. They marched on the armory at the last second, and Carter’s men refused to fire on them. Turns out they were tired of starving too.”
We started up the road between the animal enclosures, and Jamie pulled a steel canteen from her belt to unscrew its cap. “Sean was voted in as acting commander in a landslide. He passed reforms that made the Assembly a permanent part of the park’s government, and changed how we handled supplies and job positions. We still have communal fields and livestock for now, since we don’t have a lot of that to go around, but people can have their own small gardens and animal pens around the living quarters, and whatever they can scrounge from outside the walls is theirs to keep. Only .22 cartridges can be traded as currency, since we need the rest for fighting, and those who bring stuff in from the outside have to contribute a small amount toward the kitchens as a tax. Everyone works, but you can change factions whenever you want to, as long as you still pull your weight. It’s not completely free, I know, but its way better than Carter’s system . . . and we haven’t had to shoot anyone since.”
Mind spinning, I accepted the canteen when Jamie held it out for me and gulped down the cold water. “Jeez. So that’s why he was angry with Sean last night?”
“Exactly.” Jamie rubbed at her left hip bone as if the belt chafed without proper trousers to hold it in place. “Sean made it so that the commander has to get votes from two of the three officials who lead each voting faction to take action on things, and each faction leader can be voted out by the Assembly. Dr. O’Brian leads the Researchers, Ethan Sanderson leads the Workers, and Rodney Carter leads the Rangers.”
“Carter?” I stammered and looked around to be sure no one else was close enough to get angry at my words. “But . . . I thought the whole uprising thing was to get rid of him.”
“And we barely did it without a full-blown civil war.” Her eyes took on a jaded gleam, as if Jamie were reliving a day without sun or warmth. “It was Sean’s way to keep the peace with Carter’s supporters and prevent anyone trying to get revenge. But Carter thinks his centralized system can work now that our numbers are fewer, and he's been a thorn in Sean’s side ever since the emergency election. Ethan on the other hand is one of Sean’s best supporters, but he wants to go back to the freedoms we had before the Breach, where everyone has their own land outside the walls without communal rationing. Dr. O’Brian wants to keep things the way they are, but she also wants to ban mutant hunting, so her teams can study them better, which would keep us from clearing out more farms for food production. To make it worse, not everyone in each faction votes along their group lines. Some researchers vote ranger, some rangers vote worker, and some workers vote researcher. Everyone wants something, and since the Assembly meets once a month to discuss and debate, people get nasty.”
Remembering how hateful people were about politics the few times I’d been on social media, I let out a slow breath of unease. “So, that’s why you didn’t want me to say anything back there?”
Jamie grinned, a rueful, tired smile. “Uh huh. Our first ever general elections are in a few weeks, and this whole place is a powder-keg because of it. Sean’s doing his best to hold it all together, but the only person everybody listened to was Randy and . . . well . . . you know what happened there. Between the mutants, ESLAR, and our own squabbling, we’re lucky there’s anyone left in New Wilderness at—”
*Crash.*
I didn’t have time to respond, as the large metal fence to my right exploded, the pipes rending, the wire shredding. A massive gray shape barreled out of the hole and flung its head to free itself from the tangled ball of mutilated steel mesh. Dust rose in a cloud from its tramping feet, and tremors shuddered through the ground at every step it took, two thick pointed horns on its square nose. Both ears of the creature were laid back on its long, broad head, and two dark brown eyes regarded me with wild distrust.
*Oh man.*
The breath stuck in my chest, and Jamie froze, her eyes wide.
“Don’t. Move.” Her hand snaked toward the brown flap on her pistol holster.
I’d seen a rhinoceros once before at the zoo in Louisville, but they’d always been napping, or walking lazily around their feed troughs. This one snorted and pawed at the dirt, shouts from the background growing as more people ran toward the animal. Something had to be wrong with it for the creature to just shove through a reinforced fence line, and it took every ounce of willpower I had not to turn tail and run.
Between my fingers, the greasy remnants of my kabob slid out of my grasp and hit the gravel with a soft *thump.*
Its big head swiveled my way, and the rhino let out a low rumble.
Jamie whipped the handgun from her belt, and in a split second, the rhino charged, its footfalls shaking the ground, the massive front horn pointed right at my chest. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/171lfp8/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_7/ | scarystories | RandomAppalachian468 |
false | I talk to dead people. They told me the truth about sleep paralysis. | I’ve always heard the voices. Most of the time they’re soft and gentle and I don’t mind them being there. I admit, I enjoy their company. At first they seemed like random echoes and cries but as I got older I realized they are not random in the slightest. I am talking to dead humans. They talk about everything, but it seems as though there are things they can’t talk about. I’ve made a list of a few general rules but that is a story for another day.
I laid in bed. I don’t normally have much trouble getting to sleep now. I used to. The voices were just too loud. But now I’ve gotten used to them and over time I’ve convinced them the settle down when I sleep. I can still hear them when I’m asleep, just not as distinctly.
Tonight was different. When I did finally get to sleep, the voices weren’t jumbled and random. I heard every word with great detail. They spoke of the sea. I saw myself standing on a beach in a dream. They spoke of mountains. The image changed to a valley landscape, green and lively. Lastly, they spoke of the wind. I was high above the cold night clouds, feeling fresh, wet wind on my face.
Then they spoke of nothing. They were silent. The wind stopped and the image faded to darkness. It was like I was watching a broken projector. I new image formed from static. My bedroom ceiling. I saw the room form from the top down.
Am I awake? I reached for my phone. Nothing moved. It was as if I didn’t have arms. Startled, I tried to sit up. Nothing moved. I tried to speak. My mouth didn’t open. I began to panic. I fought the force holding me down, but there was nothing to fight. My head was spinning. My body seemed to move with it. It felt like my weight was shifting in circles.
“Wake him up.”
“He should stay still.”
“It will pass.”
Again, they fell silent. My bedroom door opened.
“Don’t look him in the eyes, Joey. He will leave.”
They’ve never said my name before. Hearing it for the first time made me realize that.
I into the room came a giant being. As he progressed through the room, he unfolded. His upper body covered most of the ceiling. His arms bent backward at the elbows and dragged on the floor behind him. I closed my eyes. I tried to scream. Silence.
The voices were still quiet. As crazy as it sounds, I believe they were hiding from it. I heard a loud animal noise, like an elk, but it wasn’t in my ears, it was in my head.
“Keep it out!”
“Don’t let it in!”
They were panicking, too. It had found them. It had yet to approach me. I opened my eyes. It was observing me as if it looked straight into my soul. I believe it did. In my head I heard banging. Like a door being forced closed while something tried to open it. It was breaking into my head and the people were keeping it out. It let out another cry, this one much louder. It was wounded. I opened my eyes again and saw it fumbling around my room. It was in complete agony. It made its way out of my room. It was free of my head. I snapped back into reality. I reached for my phone again, this time successfully. I used its light to look around the room. My breath and heartbeat were panicked and irregular. The door was closed. Everything was normal.
I asked them in my mind about what had happened.
They spoke among themselves, arguing. Finally, the voice of a man spoke out.
“Your mind is powerful. It’s why we’re here. They want to infect it. We must protect it or we have failed our job here. Ask no more. I’ve said too much.”
I asked no more. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/170wuxb/i_talk_to_dead_people_they_told_me_the_truth/ | scarystories | Apollo13___ |
false | There Is A Mouth Waiting For Me | There is a mouth waiting for me,
Beneath deep murky water.
A gaping chasm, ringed with teeth
Ready for the slaughter.
&#x200B;
I see it in my dreams at night,
These visions of my death
I feel much more than just fright,
To think of my last breath.
&#x200B;
It isn’t death, it isn’t dying,
That disturbs me so completely.
The thing I find so terrifying,
Is the thing that waits so deeply.
&#x200B;
“I’m not afraid,” but I pretend,
For these visions from beyond,
Tell me somehow that my end,
Lies at the bottom of a pond.
&#x200B;
Sometimes there aren’t any eyes,
When I see it as I sleep.
A formless, nameless, flesh disguise
For the thing beneath the deep.
&#x200B;
And other times I see them clearly,
Submerged but locked on me.
Giant eyes, human nearly,
Always predatory
&#x200B;
I try to not give the fear control,
To give myself a break.
But if I trip or stumble and roll,
And fall into a lake,
&#x200B;
There will be a mouth waiting then,
And I know that it’s my fate.
I don’t know how, I don’t know when,
But I know there’s no escape. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/171fc3n/there_is_a_mouth_waiting_for_me/ | scarystories | This-Potato-3768 |
false | Night of the Zombie Cats #cats #reading #halloween | https://youtube.com/watch?v=HqmFCeIpZeg&si=zo3MzzU3E\_I-c8PX | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/171cumn/night_of_the_zombie_cats_cats_reading_halloween/ | scarystories | readinggimp |
false | Lady in the room | So this still baffles me, but when I was a kid, we moved into a new house, and — while the realtor was showing us around — I saw a lady sitting at a white dresser in a pink room. She even waved at me. When I asked my mom who it was, she just brushed me off because she was trying to listen to the realtor. The weirdest part of this was that, once we moved in, we found that there were no rooms painted pink in the house. My family just brushed the whole thing off, despite my being adamant of what I saw.
Anyway, fast-forward a few years, I'm in high school at this point, and we start renovating the house. While stripping the wallpaper in the master bedroom, we found out it was painted pink. This still low-key freaks me out. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/170dbna/lady_in_the_room/ | scarystories | ffreyareyy |
false | Hallowed Ground | Something lived in the crumbling ruins of the old King’s Grove Church. Well, perhaps “lived” isn’t the correct word—something inhabited the ruins, and though no one could say exactly what that something was, there were rumors plenty. Every adolescent lad had some story of visiting the premises at midnight and witnessing a tarrying figure; the ladies at the well-kept and actively used Blessed Cross Chapel whispered of a plaintive cry that emerged from the fog-laden cemetery on overcast nights. Everyone had a theory or a story from a friend of a friend, but no one, when pressed, could say for sure what lurked in those dark and rot-pocked halls.
There was certainly something. Even passing the place under the noonday sun, one couldn’t avoid a shiver of primal fear. As though the basest animal instincts—or perhaps the shuddering of the immortal soul in the presence of something abominable before the celestial powers—warned against venturing further.
Unfortunately, I seemed inherently flawed in this respect, for the presence of these very feelings drew me to the place, though I knew intellectually it was best avoided. It was a perversion in my very nature—when something was forbidden me, I immediately felt the need to obtain it. The thing that haunted the ruins, it seems, was no exception.
The church grounds looked macabre in the afternoon light, the battered monuments drenched in the dying red sunshine. The chapel itself was dark, broken windows gaping holes through which a damp wind whistled, cold, somehow, despite the spring air. A normal person would have turned and ran, overcome by the goosebumps that wind stirred along their arms, at the back of their neck. But it only whetted my appetite, and so, aching with the thought of the shivers to come, I ventured through the rotting door frame.
Even with the setting sun bleeding through the holes in the roof, the church was dark. Pews rotted in rows, the wooden floor sunken in places. The cross adorning the far wall had fallen from its perch and now rested upside-down behind the altar. The sight of it sent another pleasant chill down my spine, but it wasn’t what drew my attention.
A figure lay prostrate behind the altar, their knees tucked underneath and arms stretched forward in supplication. Their long, black hair lay silken and gleaming down their back, and their white cloak lay spread behind them. They were murmuring something, voice quick and clipped, though I couldn’t make out what; they lay with their forehead pressed against the ground, words muffled by the decaying floorboards.
I could hardly breathe, taken aback to find someone within the abandoned chapel. It seemed wrong to disturb them, engrossed in supplication as they were. I took a step back, intending to ease my way out, but alas! The rotted board beneath my foot creaked, the sound splitting the quiet atmosphere.
The hurried murmurs cut off abruptly, and my heart pounded with terror at being discovered. Slowly, the figure sat up, hair rippling in the fading light, so stark against their white robe.
I ought to have run, but I couldn’t, my mind a prisoner in my frozen body, forced to watch as the figure stood, towering above the pulpit, the altar, the desecrated crucifix. What I’d taken for a robe shuddered and spread into two wings, so enormous they blocked out the fading daylight.
“Who dares?” said a voice. Though no more than a whisper, it reverberated in my chest, leaving me gasping and trembling. “Who dares disturb my penance?”
I wanted desperately to apologize, to plead, to explain—but I couldn’t form the words. I could only watch, afraid to even blink, as the figure stalked toward me, wings outstretched as though to envelop me. Their face, though deeply angered, was perfection, and their eyes glowed with an inner fire. I could only gaze upon their countenance for a moment before looking away—it was akin to staring at the sun, after images lingering behind my eyelids even as I longed to look again.
Fingers caressed my neck, leaving burns in their wake. A gentle hand lifted my chin.
“Look at me.”
I struggled against the order, but was powerless against its might. Through eyes narrowed to slits, I gazed at the figure’s countenance, tears streaming down my face.
They were beautiful.
More beautiful than the sunrise. More beautiful than the snow-capped mountains. More beautiful than a choir, voices raised in worship. They were—God help me—the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. So beautiful, I thought I would die.
“Daughter of Eve.” They bent their head, their breath ghosting along my flesh, scented with myrrh and frankincense. “Oh, how my Lord torments me! Has He sent you here to test my devotion?”
I could not answer, my mouth dry, my limbs trembling. Sweat poured from my brow, my flesh aching as though sunburned, even beneath my layers.
“What a cruel Master,” the figure breathed. Their lips brushed mine, and blisters rose in their wake, blood pooling in my mouth. “I cannot deny you—may I be damned for eternity, I will enjoy your beauty, God’s perfect creation!”
They lowered their head, mouth meeting mine. I twitched in their grasp, skin peeling, eyes scorched into blindness, throat parched and raw. And yet.
And yet, even as agony overtook me, I opened my mouth for more. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/171236m/hallowed_ground/ | scarystories | firesidechats451 |
false | The Rats | I never thought I’d find myself at this accursed place again. Every step I took up the decayed, crumbling path was filled with resentment and malice. Every stone that made up the path was brimming with forgotten memories, never to be uncovered again. And yet, there I was, at my childhood home.
Ever since the incident, I vowed never to return. Not after everything that happened behind those godforsaken walls. And yet. There I was.
As I made it to the front door, my hand reached towards the doorbell. Despite everything, I chuckled at the absurdity of what I was doing, after all, I knew that no one would answer. After what had happened, I was convinced that no human would reside behind those doors.
After collecting my thoughts, I slowly pushed the door open. I cringed at the menacing creak of the door as it ground against the vinyl floor. All of a sudden, the door jammed. I pushed harder, yet it felt like the door was pushing up against something large. Fortunately, the door was open wide enough for me to slip inside. I poked my head in and instantly noticed an overpoweringly rancid stench wafting from behind the door. With great difficulty, I squeezed the rest of my body through the door and turned to examine what the door was stuck on.
My stomach lurched at the sight. Black spots dotted my vision and my head reeled in fear. There, behind the door, lay the corpse of a rat the size of a German Shepherd. Terrifying memories flashed through my subconscious. Memories that I had tried over the years to bury as deep as possible. It seemed I had failed, as now they burst through the soil of my mind and flooded through every inch of my body, sending me to my knees. Not able to be in the presence of the corpse anymore, I stumbled to my feet and lurched through a nearby door. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe. This proved to be a mistake as this room smelled even more noxious than the last.
I opened my eyes and took in the scene in front of me. I was in the kitchen, where my mother spent most of her time. She had always kept things in perfect order, spices lined up in alphabetical order, pots and pans hung on the walls, all spaced exactly two inches from each other. Now, it was a hellscape of variously sized rat corpses hanging off benches and carpeting the floor. Most had maggots feasting at their tender flesh, yet some had become complete skeletons, devoid of flesh or arteries. Eyes watering, I dashed wildly out of the kitchen and up the ornate stairway that led to the bedrooms. I could’ve left the house right there, gone back to my normal life, yet I needed to know what happened to my mother. The thought plagued my every waking moment, as well as my very dreams. The smell got even worse as I walked up the stairs. Every step sent deafening creaks reverberating throughout the house. As I made it to the second floor, I discovered that it was pitch black. As I fumbled around for the light switch, I stepped on something warm. Eventually finding the switch, I flicked the lights on, delighted to find that the electricity still worked. However, my delight was instantly abolished as I realised that I was up to my ankles in rat carcasses. I plugged my nose and shut my eyes, slowly trudging through the sea of bodies. I knew when I had made it to the door. It’s very essence called out to me. I reached my hand towards the sleek doorknob and opened the door. Nothing could have prepared me for what was waiting for me inside the accursed room. The stench increased tenfold, yet there was something different about it this time. As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I heard it. The sound of chewing. I tried to back away from the room but my feet glued to the spot as a pair of huge, red eyes appeared in the darkness. My hand reached for the light switch. The weak lightbulb flickered on. The world crashed in around me. I sank to my knees, and then to my back. My eyes burned, my ears rang. Out of sheer shock, my brain couldn't process my surroundings anymore. Because there in front of me, lay a malformed rat the size of a cow gnawing on what could only be my mother's corpse.
| https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/170zy1z/the_rats/ | scarystories | Jebthemagician |
false | A Dreary London Town | When it first came no one knew
then it took a child or two.
One to two became three to four
until the children were no more.
The town searched long after the sun
To find a man, a wolf in one. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/170znvq/a_dreary_london_town/ | scarystories | LorneBronstein |
false | Granny Evelyn and The Cultists | The rumors about Granny Evelyn had circulated in our neighborhood for as long as I could remember. People whispered that she was part of a sinister cult, that she dabbled in the dark arts, and that she performed satanic rituals in her old, decrepit house. Of course, I had always dismissed these stories as mere gossip, the kind of tales kids tell each other to spook themselves during sleepovers. But one fateful night, my curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to investigate the rumors for myself.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows on the streets as I crept through the darkness towards Granny Evelyn's house. My heart thudded in my chest, and the chilly autumn air seemed to claw at my skin. The wind carried whispers of the neighborhood's fears, and they echoed in my ears.
I approached the ancient, dilapidated house, the creaking wooden porch signaling my arrival. Peering through a cracked window, I saw a sight that sent shivers down my spine. Granny Evelyn, draped in black robes, stood at the center of a dimly lit room, surrounded by others in similar attire. They chanted in a language I couldn't understand, and the room seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy.
As I watched, my heart racing, the chanting reached a crescendo, and Granny Evelyn raised a wicked-looking dagger high above her head. My breath caught in my throat as I realized what they were doing. They were summoning something. Something dark and malevolent. Panic gripped me, but curiosity kept me rooted to the spot.
And then it happened. I stumbled over a loose floorboard, my foot hitting the ground with a thud. Granny Evelyn's eyes snapped in my direction, and the chanting abruptly ceased. I knew I had made my first mistake. Because it wasn't a summoning they were performing; it was a containment ritual. The room trembled, and a low, guttural growl emanated from the shadows. Something monstrous and nightmarish began to emerge from the darkness, its eyes glowing with malevolence.
I turned to run, but it was too late. The beast lunged forward, its hideous form tearing through the cultists. It was a creature straight out of my worst nightmares, and I could hardly believe my eyes. Granny Evelyn, now heavily injured, reached out to me, her voice quivering with desperation. "Close the gates!" she cried.
I sprinted for the exit, leaving the gate wide open in my panic. Fear surged through me, paralyzing my thoughts. I couldn't comprehend the gravity of my mistake at the time. I needed to escape, to get as far away from that monstrous entity as possible.
As I burst onto the streets, the air thick with the scent of death and chaos, I couldn't bring myself to turn back and close the gate-- my second mistake. It seemed like a trivial detail amidst the horror, but I would soon learn that it was anything but.
The gate, it turned out, had an enchantment, a form of secondary security designed to keep the beast contained. But it only worked when it was closed. The creature, now unleashed upon our world, roamed the neighborhood, bringing chaos and terror in its wake.
I had two chances to prevent the nightmare that followed, but fear and ignorance had clouded my judgment. As I stood there, watching in horror as the beast's monstrous form vanished into the night, I knew that the consequences of my actions would haunt me for the rest of my life. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/171206y/granny_evelyn_and_the_cultists/ | scarystories | A_E_Lambanog |
false | There's a spoon in my kitchen that defies gravity. | The spoon floats above my kitchen countertop. I don't remember when it appeared - I think it's always been there, choosing to be ignored.
Once I noticed it, I was immediately afraid. How could a spoon float? How could a physical object go against everything I have ever been taught?
The spoon does not care what is possible; It is a spoon.
It floats upright, with the handle pointing to the floor, and the bowl towards the ceiling. It almost never moves - It has no need to; It is a spoon.
It seems so mundane and simple, but how can something so peculiar be anything but terrifying? This single object defies everything anyone has ever known. A magician may perform tricks, but this spoon is doing something that no human has ever been able to perform - By defying nature in this way, it goes against every rule the universe has ever had, and brings the nature of reality into question. But how can this be? It is a spoon.
It looks ordinary - Its reflective metal shows no signs of age. Every day, I check if the spoon is still there. It always is. Sometimes I think about touching it, but I can never bring myself to try. I don't think it would allow me anyway.
I miss my best friend. They could not see the spoon.
"Look," I showed them, the week it appeared, "do you see it?"
His blank expression, staring right through to the countertop, showed me that he could not see. Perhaps his mind could not comprehend it, or perhaps he was not chosen to have this revealed to him. I should have never attempted to show anyone - Unveiling the spoon is not my decision to make.
Before he could speak, the spoon moved. The only time it ever has. It lodged itself under his eyelid, only the handle still visible, protruding from the small gap in his eye socket. The handle tilted upwards, putting pressure onto his eye, until it no longer remained in the socket.
We were both probably screaming, but I don't remember. My mind was too broken to hear.
Blood poured to the floor as the spoon continued to move inside his head, as if it were searching for something. It moved effortlessly, like digging ice cream out of a pot.
After what seemed like minutes, although may have been closer to mere seconds, the spoon returned to its original position, completely clean. The crystal-clear reflection of the room remained on its surface, no hints of the horrors that took place just moments prior.
At first, my friend fell to the floor. Then, suddenly, he was no longer there. I didn't see him disappear, but I didn't look away, either. It was as if different parts of reality seeped together, closing around him. The whole room looked as it always had. I began to wonder if I was crazy - Had anything even just happened? Things were happening too fast for anything to seem real; Things still don't seem real now.
I never saw my friend again.
I've never told anybody what I saw. I'm not even sure how I would.
Today, as I entered my kitchen, I stepped over the spot where my friend had once been. The spoon was next to me - I tried to ignore it, as I often do. But somehow, I couldn't look away. Something in the spoon caught my attention.
In the inverted reflection where the bowl curves inward, I saw my friend lying at my feet, in a puddle of blood. His eye lay next to him.
I tried to look away, but I was not allowed. The privilege of ignorance was taken from me, as I relived the events that took place against my friend. Yet all the while, a single thought lodged into my brain as the spoon had once lodged into his.
"Why is this happening to me?"
This kitchen utensil doesn't care what anyone thinks. It exists as a portal to the unknown - The only connection between reality and unexplainable terror. It could have been any object, *any* physical thing. But here it is, manifesting in my kitchen, a few feet away from where I make sandwiches.
It is not a spoon. It is a herald of darkness.
[===](https://reddit.com/r/BriteWrites) | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/170g47d/theres_a_spoon_in_my_kitchen_that_defies_gravity/ | scarystories | NomNomNomNation |
false | The road to New Wilderness [Part 6] | [\[Part 5\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16zvuew/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_5/)
[\[Part 7\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/171lfp8/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_7/)
“Home sweet home.” On the plush second-story corridor, Jamie stopped by a door with the number 25 stamped in shiny gold colored metal and pulled a key from her pocket. “I’ll get Andrew to make you a key tomorrow. It’s not like we have a lot of thieves around here, but it does keep people from walking in on you naked.”
I blushed despite myself and tried not to think about the time I’d walked in on Matt and Carla in the hotel shower. They’d been too ‘busy’ to notice, and I’d run back out in an instant, but the images remained burned into my mind.
*A key sounds great.*
The room was spacious, with two twin-size beds on opposite sides of the main area, a door on the left leading to a small bathroom. Decorated in knotty pine, the walls and ceiling reflected the golden light from the central ceiling fan with a cheery rustic glow. A soft gray carpet covered the floor, and two windows flanked a wooden door that led out onto the upper deck, white curtains pulled to either side of it for privacy. It smelled of oranges, likely from the scented candle that burned on a corner table, and one side of the room had much more of a mess than the other. Oily rags covered a desk, along with various hand tools and a bottle of gun cleaning solvent. Mismatched socks, a discarded pair of pants, and a stray tank top draped across the floor, and a poster on the wall sported some muscled professional boxer, his sleek torso gleaming with sweat as he threw a right hook at his opponent.
“Behold,” Jamie walked to the cluttered side and held up her arms like she was revealing a master artwork. “My glorious lair! The other side is all yours, so feel free to add to the decorum.”
I smiled, and crossed over to the other side, which was noticeably well-kempt, the bed made up in smooth cotton sheets and a blue blanket, with one fluffy white pillow. The wall had a white canvas with ‘Being yourself is beautiful’ scrawled across it in swirly script, and the scented candle burned merrily on the nightstand. A line of shoes stood arranged just-so beneath the bed, the desk at the foot of it clean of all debris, with a few decorations here and there like flowers and butterflies. “Wow. Did you do all this?”
Jamie kicked at a sock on the floor, and her shoulders sagged. “No, that’s Melissa’s side.”
*So, you already have a roommate?*
Frowning, I pulled back the hand I’d extended to touch one of the ornate decorations. “But when she comes back—”
“She won’t.”
Jamie almost whispered it, and the pain in her words hit me like a freight train.
My eyes widened.
*Oh.*
“Her patrol vanished a while ago.” Jamie tried to make a casual grin, but her green eyes glistened with the beginnings of tears that she quickly blinked away. “Once you’ve been missing for more than a week, there’s no point in looking. But, hey, forget about that. I’ll get you a towel so you can shower.”
While she stepped into the small bathroom, I pulled open the dresser at the foot of my new bed and felt my heart twinge at the rows of neatly folded shirts, khaki trousers, blue jeans, and socks. [Melissa.](https://www.reddit.com/user/RandomAppalachian468/comments/156wfam/the_difference_between_monsters_and_men/) The name rang through my head as I ran my fingertips over the various items, guilt pooling in my chest. It felt like grave robbing, a horrible violation of someone I didn’t know, but felt immensely sorry for, nonetheless.
*Thunk.*
An object struck one of the windows from outside, and I almost jumped out of my skin.
*Thunk. Thunk.*
My blood curdled, and I swallowed down a whimper. No, not an object. Something was on the other side of the curtains, tapping on the windowpanes from the outside. It didn’t strike me as human, not from the erratic pattern of its taps. But it knew I was in here. It was watching me.
Watching . . . and waiting.
I took a hesitant step forward, reached for the curtain, and my skinny white fingers shook like leaves in a thunderstorm.
Something brushed my shoulder, and I yelped in surprise.
“Whoa.” Jamie held up her hands, her face a mix between an amused smirk, and a worried stare. “Easy, it’s just me. Still jumpy, huh?”
“I-I heard something.” I pointed to the window, too worried to be embarrassed. “Out there, tapping on the glass.”
Jamie’s smirk evaporated, and she squinted hard at the door.
*Thunk.*
It came again, the noise from outside, and Jamie eased over to her bunk, tossing the towel she held onto her sheets.
Picking up her rifle, she edged toward the window, and pushed the safety lever down with a muted *click.*
I backed away, my heart pounding, and looked around for something I could use. There weren’t any other guns in sight, and I didn’t know how to use one anyway. Instead, I snatched a nearby lamp from the desk on my side of the room, and hefted it in one hand, ready to hurl it with all my might.
Her throat moved with a nervous swallow, and Jamie tip toed up to the window, pushing the curtain aside with the muzzle of her Kalashnikov.
She froze for a moment, and my heart skipped a beat.
“Ha!” Grabbing the curtain with her free hand, Jamie threw it aside to reveal the windows and door. “Caught you.”
Outside, perched on the exterior window ledge, sat a bird.
Or at least, it looked like a bird.
It had black feathers, and a body much like a crow, but where the head should have been rested a weathered cellphone, its touch screen cracked, the plastic case chipped. A tangle of strange metal cables and wires snaked from the back of the phone to the rest of the body like a spinal cord, flesh and metal melded together in a sea of greasy black sinews. The bird part of the body hopped, flapped, and moved like a regular bird, but the cellphone part swiveled all around without hindrance, its screen flashing a constant parade of fuzzy white static.
*Ring-a-ling-a-ling.*
It chimed with a generic default ringtone, and shuffled on the railing outside, before spreading both wings to swoop into the night sky. A nearby tree lit up with more ringtones, dozens of distant white squares flaring to life, and they soared into the sky in a horde of eerie off-tone chimes.
Clutching the lamp in my pale hands, I stared.
*Am I seeing things?*
Jamie relaxed and shook her head to herself with a chuckle. “Ringer-Heads. Annoying little freaks, and loud as all-get-out when they’re migrating. But they’re completely harmless, from what we’ve seen.”
I lowered my lamp, feeling both foolish, and more than a bit shaken. “That thing had a cellphone for a head.”
“It’s a techno.” Jamie switched her rifle safety back on and leaned the oiled weapon in one corner. “A cross between machine and animal. Like I said, they’re harmless. Probably saw some of our light and got curious.”
I sat down on my bed to steady my quaking knees, tight anxiety welling in my chest, threatening to close my airway. “I . . . I don’t feel good.”
At my voice reaching a cracking point, Jamie crossed the room to sit next to me. “It’s okay. Believe me, the first time I saw what was going on, I didn’t sleep for three nights in a row. But you’ll get used to it.”
Outside, the ringing of the strange birds reverberated in the night, and I shivered. “And if I don’t? Jamie, I really appreciate all this but . . . what if I’m not ready? I don’t want to go back out there.”
Hanging my head, I avoided what I assumed would be a look of disappointment.
Jamie rose to her feet, walked to her own cluttered desk, and picked up something from the mass of papers and books. “Last October, we lost a ranger to the Breach. Few of us knew what we were dealing with, so we blamed the girl who was with him. She tried to tell us the truth, begged us to listen, but no one believed her. Poor thing was so heartbroken that she went out one night to prove the monsters were real . . . and she disappeared too.”
In the distance, thunder rumbled, as though the world knew this story better than the humans who lived it, and Jamie walked over to yank the curtains shut once more. “Everything went wrong after that. Night after night, more freaks began appearing, attacking people, animals, anything they could devour. It was like the Breach had been holding back, and now, it was hitting us with everything it had. Plants became mutants, and scrapyard junk turned into monsters. Nowhere was safe.”
Jamie turned to hold up a picture frame in her hand, though I couldn’t see its face yet, and her own expression twisted into a furious snarl of loathing. “When we pleaded for help, the sheriff turned on us. Wurnauw came with dozens and dozens of ELSAR soldiers, sending the freaks right into us in waves. We fought for hours just to hold them back. I drove one of our war machines on the front line. Bill drove the other.”
Sinking down on the bedside next to me, Jamie placed the photo in my lap. It showed her in a New Wilderness uniform next to a smiling man with a long surfer-dude haircut, who’s facial features were eerily similar to Jamie’s.
I held it, and though it couldn’t have weighed more than a dozen ounces at best, I felt as though a ton of bricks had fallen onto my shoulders.
Watching the photo in my hands as if its memories were still fresh, Jamie grinned with a smile that held no joy. “After our parents died in a car wreck, Bill dropped out of college to raise me. He could have played professional football, moved to some big city high-rise, and ate steak dinners every night, but he chose to work at the quarry, rent a trailer, and eat ramen noodles so that I wouldn’t be alone. When prom came, and my jerk of a boyfriend dumped me for Patty Newsom, Bill went with me so I had someone to dance with. He was my superhero, my best friend, the only family I had left. When it came time for us to face the Birch Crawlers, Bill led the way.”
Outside, another deep rumble echoed in the distance, and a slight tremor shook the floor, rattling the glass in the windows. I had no idea what would cause something like that, but a part of me didn’t want to know, especially since Jamie didn’t react to it at all.
Tears pooled in her eyes, and Jamie’s voice began to rasp against painful emotions. “They tore him apart. I couldn’t stop them, couldn’t reach him in time, so I just sat there and puked until Bill stopped screaming over the radio. Everyone has lost someone but losing my brother . . . that’s a hurt I didn’t know was possible.”
My veins pulsed, and I shoved a guilty lump in my throat down. I didn’t know what to say. All through high school I’d complained about how much my life sucked, being an only child, being single, being plain, being ‘poor’ though I’d never been able to explain why I thought we were. But this shattered everything I’d whined about before, a destitute feeling that made me wish I could go back in time and slap my past-self for all the negative comments at the dinner table.
*I had a nice home in the suburbs, with mom, and dad, and loaded chili hotdogs, and . . . and Jamie had none of those things.*
She wiped at her face, and Jamie shut her eyes, forcing herself to calm down. “Thousands of people have died since then. ELSAR controls most of the north and the entire outer border, making escape impossible. The fact that your friends made it out at all means they either got lucky twice or are already being tracked. The mercs specialize in hunting people down, so my guess is you’re safer in here than your friends are out there.”
Ashamed of myself, I dug my thumbnail into my palm. “I’m sorry, I . . . I didn’t know.”
“Don’t be.” Jamie nudged my shoulder with hers and did her best to smile, though it seemed strained, like a painted face on a china doll. “Like I said, no use dwelling on all that. But there’s nothing wrong with being scared, alright? Everyone here is. All that you can control, all that you can be sure of, all that matters, are your choices.”
Taking the picture back, Jamie replaced it on her desk, where she drew the handgun from her belt, and began to disassemble it. “You should get cleaned up and try to sleep. Sunrise will come sooner than you think, and we’ve got a lot of work ahead of us. I’ll be here if you need anything.”
She went to work cleaning the pistol, and I gathered some of Jamie’s dead roommate’s clothes so I could duck into the bathroom. Outside, more ringing echoed against the dark sky, along with shrieks, caws, croaks, and roars that hissed in my ears like static. The tremors had quieted down, but something deep inside my brain told me they weren’t gone forever. Despite the coolness of the lodge’s air conditioning, my skin wriggled, and a tension worked itself into my chest that no number of sore ribs could account for.
Leaving the soft, homey glow of the room behind, I dove into the shower, in hopes that the water could wake me from the nightmare I’d fallen into. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/170qwhc/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_6/ | scarystories | RandomAppalachian468 |
false | Drink twigs | (This is not a real story. Also of you are sensitive to stuff such as eyes being stabbed out, tounges being ripped out, and much more violence go.) Katie was sitting in a bar, holding a beer. A handsome man around her age was next to her. He seemed to stare at her with a blank expression. Confused, Katie asks “Uhm, hello? Do you need something?” The man just got up and walked away smiling. Katie was confused and went home. Her throat itched, but she just drank some water and it stopped. However the itchiness came back again and wouldn’t go, Katie went to a doctor the next morning but he found nothing. Katie drank more water. Eventually her eye began itching, just like her throat. Now they both itched, her eye and throat. Katie cut up her tongue and bled from her mouth, she scratched at her eyes and ripped her eyes out, her family couldn’t even come to see her, her face was so warped and scratched.. her lips bloody and her tongue out of her mouth on the table, a man came in and gave her a glass filled with twigs, she didn’t know why but she drank it, everything felt better and her face was normal, she woke up, holding a glass of twigs, her throat was sore, and she was crying, but her family insisted she looked normal and was holding beer… the next day she died. Nobody noticed. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17110pc/drink_twigs/ | scarystories | LuckySorrow |
false | I'm a Private Investigator in New Orleans, I Discovered a Secret in My Own Family That Made Me Decide to Quit (Part 3) | [Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/PageTurner627Horror/comments/16us6lf/im_a_private_investigator_in_new_orleans_i/)
[Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16w8ig0/im_a_private_investigator_in_new_orleans_i/)
**Stardust**
Reine and I watch as Xuan and Lockhart exit the diner. They exchange a brief nod, the weight of their conversation evident in their gestures. Lockhart heads towards a sleek, black sedan while Xuan moves in the opposite direction.
"We can't tail both," Reine murmurs, her eyes darting between the two.
I drum my fingers on the steering wheel, contemplating the decision. "It isn't a cheap horror movie. We're not splitting up."Reine smirks, though her face remains tense. "Who do we follow?"
I take a moment to consider our options. Lockhart, while intriguing, is an unknown variable. On the other hand, based on his conversation with her, Xuan sounds like he's planning something imminent. The urgency in his voice, the sense of purpose — it all points to immediate action.
“We’ll stick to Xuan,” I decide hurriedly, my voice low. “But we can’t just let her go. She’s...” I falter, struggling to articulate the unnerving encounter we’d just witnessed.
“A piece of the puzzle we can’t afford to ignore,” Reine finishes for me, her voice steady despite the lingering fear in her eyes.Reine’s eyes dart to Lockhart, watching her walk towards a sleek, dark-tinted vehicle. “You still have that tracker from the Landry case?” she asks, already formulating a plan in her head.“I do.” I retrieve a small, coin-sized tracking device from the glove compartment. “But how do you plan on planting it?”
She smirks, mischief dancing in her eyes despite the weight of the situation. “We’re in Uptown. It’s a bright day, and there are couples strolling everywhere. We’ll blend in.”
Using the crowd to our advantage, we exit the car and meander towards Lockhart's vehicle. Reine takes the lead, her arm casually looped around mine. To any onlooker, we’re just a couple out for a leisurely walk.
As we near Lockhart’s sleek sedan, Reine leans into me, her head resting gently on my shoulder, her fingers subtly brushing the underside of the car. It’s done so seamlessly that even with my knowledge of her intentions, I barely register the moment she affixes the tracker.
We’ve barely taken ten steps away from the vehicle when Lockhart’s voice cuts through the ambient street noise.
“You there!”
Both of our hearts freeze, and a cold sweat forms at the base of my neck. We turn around slowly, preparing to face the consequences of our daring act. The icy blue eyes of Ms. Lockhart bore into us, and there’s an unsettling glint in her gaze.
“You dropped this,” she says, holding up Reine’s delicate, indigo scarf, which must’ve slipped from her neck during our ruse.
“Oh, my God! Thank you so much!” Reine quickly replies, feigning a thick New York accent, her voice filled with exaggerated gratitude. “I’d hate to come back from vacation and find out I lost it!”
I quickly catch on, and chiming in, I add, “Thanks, ma’am. Always losin’ something, this one. Can't take her anywhere!” My voice is thick with the Bronx twang, striving to mask any recognizable traits of my true voice.
Lockhart's penetrating gaze lingers on us for a few unnerving moments, trying to discern any hint of deception. But then, with a subtle tilt of her head, she offers a polite nod. "You’re welcome," she replies, her accent dripping with British formality. With one last glance, she enters her vehicle and drives off.
As we watch the car disappear into the distance, we exhale simultaneously, the weight of the moment pressing heavily upon us.
“That was close,” I whisper.
Reine smirks, twirling the scarf around her fingers. "Never a dull moment with you, cher."
—
As we return to our car, I key the ignition, and with a glance at Reine, we set off, trailing Xuan’s older model sedan. The route is winding and filled with unexpected turns, leading us away from the bustling neighborhoods of New Orleans and toward the industrialized outskirts. Reine keeps a keen eye on our surroundings, while I maintain a discreet distance behind Xuan.
Soon, we find ourselves near the mouth of Mississippi River, where dilapidated warehouses and rusting factories paint a bleak image of an industry long forgotten. Xuan’s car slows and eventually parks near an old factory, seemingly abandoned.
The factory, a mammoth structure made of old red bricks, is imprinted with faded lettering spelling out “Creole Cotton Mills,” hinting at its former glory days. Towering chimneys stretch upwards, and large windows, some broken, punctuate the building.
We park a few blocks away to avoid being spotted, making our way on foot. The heavy scent of the Mississippi fills the air, mixed with a faint, metallic odor that I can't quite place.
“We need to get a closer look,” I whisper, pointing towards a side entrance. We make our way stealthily, avoiding the scarce light from the lampposts.We approach the side entrance, but it's locked and appears to be reinforced. Given the noise that breaking it down would make, it’s not a viable option. I scan the surrounding area and my eyes catch a broken window on the upper floor, large enough for someone to crawl through, but high enough to be a challenge.
Using a discarded wooden crate, we manage to boost ourselves up. I take the lead, carefully pulling myself up and through the shattered window. A few jagged edges scratch my forearm, but I manage to land softly on the other side.Reaching down, I extend my hand to help pull Reine up. Within moments, we’re both inside, concealed in the shadows of the abandoned factory.
The ambiance inside the factory is heavy, with years of stagnation and decay palpable in the air. The cavernous space is filled with the silhouettes of old, rusting machinery; remnants of a bygone era. I take a moment to adjust to the dim lighting, the soft glow of the moon filtering through broken windows providing minimal illumination.
Patting my jacket pocket, I take comfort in feeling the solid weight of my concealed carry against my side. With potential dangers unknown, it’s a small but significant reassurance.
Reine gestures toward the center of the factory. From our vantage point, we can see strange symbols drawn on the floor, encircling a raised platform. Tools, wires, and strange pieces of machinery are strewn about. This isn’t a random gathering of discarded junk; someone had been working here, crafting something large and intricate.
We made our way towards the far end of the factory. There, we spot deep tire tracks, suggesting that something massive was recently moved from this location. Following the tracks, they lead towards large, reinforced doors that open out towards the river.
Curiosity piqued, we carefully move closer. Upon inspection, the doors show recent signs of activity, with fresh scuff marks and faint residues of a luminescent substance smeared on the edges.
I kneel, examining the tracks more closely. These aren’t just any tracks. I look at the weight distribution. Whatever was moved from here, it was colossal, and it wasn’t standard machinery.
The remnants of a hasty operation are strewn everywhere. Scattered amongst the old factory machinery are smashed electronics and shards of devices that were purposefully destroyed. Piles of ash dot the ground, suggesting the recent burning of documents. I approach one such pile, sifting through the charred remnants with a gloved hand.
Among the discarded blueprints and charred remains of paper, a glint catches my eye. I carefully brush aside the ash, picking up a half-burned photograph, the edges blackened and brittle to the touch. The image is clear in the center, revealing a younger Kira standing next to Xuan. They're not alone—several others stand beside them, all cloaked in long, dark robes, their faces shadowed by the fabric.
Reine comes over, looking over my shoulder. Her sharp intake of breath is audible in the otherwise quiet factory. “Is that…?” she trails off, not needing to finish her sentence.
“It’s Kira,” I whisper, the weight of realization crashing down on me. My fingers trace over her face. She looks so young here. Way before the kids were born. I think to myself, comparing the youthful face in the photograph with the Kira I know now.
Reine gently takes the photograph from me, flipping it over. The handwriting, so familiar, reads: “To new beginnings – KT.” My mind races. KT? Kira Tran? What has she gotten herself involved in? The dots start connecting, painting a picture I’m not sure I’m ready to comprehend.
The muffled hum of conversation reaches our ears, forcing Reine and I to look up from the photograph. The rustling sound grows steadily louder, and instinctively, we move further into the shadows.
We carefully inch our way towards the source of the disturbance, keeping an eye out for any movement. The machinery, covered in layers of dust and cobwebs, serves as an effective shield, allowing us a clear view of the unfolding scene.
As we reach the factory’s loading dock, we see Xuan standing near the loading dock, surrounded by half a dozen figures, their bodies adorned with the same arcane symbols that marked Xuan's face in the diner vision. Their dark robes swish quietly, and the air seems to throb with a palpable energy, thick and foreboding. Lying prostrate on the ground, bound and gagged, is a young man, his face marked by terror. A smashed GoPro camera lies nearby, its light flickering erratically.
"He was snooping around," one of the armed men growls, a hint of amusement in his voice.“I was just exploring!” the young man pleads, his voice muffled by the gag.Urban explorers have become a phenomenon in recent years, thrill-seekers searching for the next abandoned location to document and share with the world. This one unknowingly wandered into a den of vipers.
Xuan glances at the bound man, his face devoid of any emotion. The captive's eyes dart around, pleading for mercy, but the chilling indifference in Xuan's gaze offers no hope.
"Please, I didn’t see anything. I swear!" the captive sobs.
Xuan kneels down, bringing his face inches from the terrified man. "Your fate was sealed the moment you stepped foot here," he says, his voice has a hint of empathy. "But take solace, young one. In death, you shall contribute to the coming of Lua Den."
Before any of us could fully process Xuan's cryptic words, one of the armed acolytes steps forward, holding a syringe filled with a shimmering fluorescent liquid. Its glow seems otherworldly, pulsing as if alive.Without hesitation, Xuan takes the needle and thrusts it into the young man's arm, emptying the contents into his bloodstream. A guttural scream tears from his throat, resonating with pure agony. His body convulses violently, the light from the liquid spreading, turning his veins a ghostly blue.
Every instinct in my body screams to lunge forward, to do something, anything to save the man from the agonizing fate he’s been subjected to. But a firm grip on my arm stops me. It’s Reine.
Her eyes, usually filled with a fiery determination, are filled with uncharacteristic fear.Her terrified eyes seem to say, “We can't take them all. Not here. Not now.”
I watch, paralyzed with horror, as the poor soul's body begins a terrifying metamorphosis. His skin turns translucent, each cell pulsating and shifting as if it's being reorganized by the fluorescent substance. His eyes cloud over, becoming milky white orbs devoid of any semblance of humanity. He thrashes violently on the ground for what feels like an eternity, his screams becoming more inhuman and distorted with every passing second.
Then, as abruptly as it began, it stops. The man's writhing body goes limp, his once human form now a rapidly disintegrating mass of shifting, undulating cosmic energy. It's as if the very fabric of his being is torn apart and reassembled into something... beyond our comprehension.The sight is both captivating and horrifying. A swirling vortex of stars, galaxies, and nebulae takes shape where the man once lay. A gateway to the unknown, a window to the very depths of the universe. And then, as if sucked into a black hole, the shimmering portal collapses onto itself, leaving behind nothing but a few shimmering particles, like stardust.
As the mist dissipates, Xuan calmly steps forward, holding a small vial. With a swift motion, he captures a portion of the lingering mist, sealing it away. The contained essence swirls and pulsates with the same haunting luminescence.
“The Dark Flame awaits,” Xuan murmurs, holding up the vial to inspect its contents. We watch in horror as he adds it to a case containing dozens of similar vials, each pulsating at a different rate, like a chilling chorus. Their ethereal glow paints Xuan in a spectral light. The grim realization hits me – the vials represent a life taken, a soul stolen.
Without wasting any more time, the group moves swiftly towards the riverbank. A motorboat, equipped with high-powered engines, waits for them. Xuan boards first, followed by his armed entourage, the boat's engines roaring to life.
As the boat speeds away, leaving only the disturbed water in its wake, Reine and I remain paralyzed, struggling to comprehend the nightmare we've just witnessed.
The air is thick with a sensation that's hard to describe – a mix of dread, sorrow, and the unmistakable feeling of being watched by something ancient, something beyond comprehension.
[X](https://www.reddit.com/r/PageTurner627Horror/) | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/170mvad/im_a_private_investigator_in_new_orleans_i/ | scarystories | PageTurner627 |
false | Unlimited nightmares | Hello guys, please go to my YouTube channel, i recently started a horror stories YouTube channel, i would really appreciate if you guys give me your feedback on the videos.Thank you
https://youtube.com/@UnlimitedNightmares?si=nOY1NWyg7FD3DgqU | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/170wumz/unlimited_nightmares/ | scarystories | According_Hornet_609 |
false | Top 10 Haunted Places Halloween | null | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/170wihv/top_10_haunted_places_halloween/ | scarystories | Perfect_Dimension303 |
false | As I walked through the abandoned house, I heard a soft whisper in my ear, "You're not alone." | When I turned around, there was no one there, just the chilling certainty that something unseen was lurking in the shadows, waiting. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17djza7/as_i_walked_through_the_abandoned_house_i_heard_a/ | TwoSentenceHorror | Gh0stligh1 |
false | I jokingly said out loud I would sell my soul to win the lottery jackpot as I laid in bed. | "Deal" said the voice under my bed. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17d8dvv/i_jokingly_said_out_loud_i_would_sell_my_soul_to/ | TwoSentenceHorror | The_Unamed_one |
false | When I was a child, I remembered how Mom would leave meat outside, despite us never seeing animals in the area | When I returned home after her funeral, I didn’t expect the skeletal horse sitting there, waiting for food. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17cokti/when_i_was_a_child_i_remembered_how_mom_would/ | TwoSentenceHorror | PokeAlola700 |
false | My child looked at me saying "That man is staring at me." | I looked in the direction she pointed but there was nothing but darkness. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17ddtv7/my_child_looked_at_me_saying_that_man_is_staring/ | TwoSentenceHorror | Tinyman127 |
false | Everyone says that you shouldn't look directly into the sun, what they don't tell you is that you shouldn't listen to it too. | Because while a bright, brilliant light protects you from seeing what's beneath, in a quiet enough place, the sun has a lot to say. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17czh8r/everyone_says_that_you_shouldnt_look_directly/ | TwoSentenceHorror | BluerStill |
false | A guy pushed me into a drain sewage system after I finished my afternoon jog | I wasn't thirsty anymore. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dyyp1/a_guy_pushed_me_into_a_drain_sewage_system_after/ | TwoSentenceHorror | NoobzProXD |
false | I spread my father’s remains all around Disneyland, just as he had wanted. | His body had easily fit in the commercially-sized meat-grinder, and those kids would never even taste the difference. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dfq86/i_spread_my_fathers_remains_all_around_disneyland/ | TwoSentenceHorror | MrPotatoThe2nd |
false | The room was deathly silent as I laid in bed next to my wife. | I hadn’t heard her breathe since I woke up, but I couldn’t make myself check in case my worst fears were confirmed. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17cth2j/the_room_was_deathly_silent_as_i_laid_in_bed_next/ | TwoSentenceHorror | good_tuck |
false | After barely escaping from my brother's criminal gang alive, I decided to live in another country as another identity. | When the bus I took suddenly stopped in the middle of nowhere with all window shades pulled down simultaneously, I knew I had ended up in familiar territory after all. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dabgt/after_barely_escaping_from_my_brothers_criminal/ | TwoSentenceHorror | Upbeat-Serve-6096 |
false | I got a book with an eye on the cover. | Then the eye blinked. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17djal1/i_got_a_book_with_an_eye_on_the_cover/ | TwoSentenceHorror | Strong_Oven_5233 |
false | Ok, Doc. | I’m comfortable with my grip if you are- thought of a wish yet? | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dt02l/ok_doc/ | TwoSentenceHorror | SuperiorTexan |
false | “It’ll be an in an out mission, grab what we need and leave.” | Well we got what we needed but I’m not sure if I want experience the way out. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dmope/itll_be_an_in_an_out_mission_grab_what_we_need/ | TwoSentenceHorror | Nighthunder98 |
false | Sleep never came easy In that cabin with those creepy paintings staring at me. | Sleep never came easy again when I woke up to no paintings but windows | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dc7wa/sleep_never_came_easy_in_that_cabin_with_those/ | TwoSentenceHorror | Yeticub__ |
false | I shuddered as I watched my fingers slowly flex. | Seeing my hand twitch from across the room made my stomach churn. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dfmd8/i_shuddered_as_i_watched_my_fingers_slowly_flex/ | TwoSentenceHorror | B2blackhawk |
false | My guts were telling me something was wrong this morning. | I quickly figured out what was wrong when my guts literally busted, revealing something unholy. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dhm26/my_guts_were_telling_me_something_was_wrong_this/ | TwoSentenceHorror | Affectionate_Rope994 |
false | I just wanted him to know I loved him before it was too late. | His eyes went wide and I held him tightly while the barrier gates decended on either side of the car. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17da87o/i_just_wanted_him_to_know_i_loved_him_before_it/ | TwoSentenceHorror | gorwraith |
false | It was my first time successfully shocking someone back to life! | I should have been elated, but as his eyes looked at my crews every one of us felt our blood run cold. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dgwp8/it_was_my_first_time_successfully_shocking/ | TwoSentenceHorror | OneHornyReddit |
false | “That’s nice,” she said as she saw the old man dancing with a woman through the curtains - “he’s finally moved on from my sister since she died” | After walking inside, she had to admit that the man’s restoration skills were impressive | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17d7iol/thats_nice_she_said_as_she_saw_the_old_man/ | TwoSentenceHorror | lelcg |