Datasets:

intone

/

horror_stories_reddit

like 3

Follow

intone 4

The Green Light (True Internet Stalker Story)

I was about to start my Freshman year of high school and unlike 97% if the kids at my middle school, I went to a high school based of of technology and instead of books and paper, we used computers. The junky free Chrome books the school provided were not my taste so me and my father searched Craigslist for a mac and after a few days, we hit jackpot! A $350 used Macbook Pro in great condition. My father and I met the lady at a coffee shop. She was short, skinny, and very happy. I gave her the money and she gave me the laptop looking almost new. When I opened the Mac to get set up, The little green light next to the facecam turned on. That meant the camera showing my face was on, I thought nothing of it first and shrugged it off. But for 2 months of using it, The green light stayed on day and night every time I used it. During lunch, my friend suggested I should put tape on the facecam just in case. So I grabbed some duck tape from my art closet and placed a small piece on my web cam........ After that the green light finally turned off.

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/5cit6x/the_green_light_true_internet_stalker_story/

freehorrorstories

Baraloot01

[true]encounter in the woods

When I was about 14 or 15 my dad and I went camping with one of his friends at a local park 5 miles from where we lived. The camp grounds is located in the biggest state park in our area with miles of trails, many of which are for horse back riding and or mountain biking, in addition to being able to walk those trails. The day after we initially set up camp we decided to hike some of the trails after breakfast. after walking for about 20 minutes we come to this group of trees with people both standing on the ground and hanging out in the trees. The odd part is they were all wearing medieval clothing. They all had some sort of weapon. They were asking if we were part of some clan and if we weren't than we couldn't pass. We tried to explain that we were just campers walking along that particular trail, but I don't think they got it because they asked us the same question again. One of the people started to come toward us, that's when we started running in the other direction. At the time we weren't sure who those people were and what they were doing out in the middle of the woods and now that I think of it, they were probably a group of people LARPing. But at the time I, nor my dad and his friend didn't know LARPing was a thing. I laugh about it now.

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/5bs5t2/trueencounter_in_the_woods/

freehorrorstories

r6922a

Peeping person?

This happened awhile back, I was in my bed and had my eyes barely opened due to just waking up, slowly, my door creaked opened just enough for someone to peek in. I laid still for about twenty seconds trying to contemplate what was happened, instantly my eyes opened wider, as soon as I did that the door was pulled close in a swift motion, I jolted upwards, stumbling out of bed and to my door, were I rushed out and looked around. But I saw no one, I angrily trudged to my sister's room ready to give her an earful and not to scare me again, but she was in bed on her phone when I asked her about this she said, " no one is here but you and me, and I haven't been out of my room" I checked the front and back door, but they were locked. Anyone know what this means? Paranormal, sleep paralysis, or something else?

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/5beb9y/peeping_person/

freehorrorstories

Strawberry_bean

Baby smuggling

When I was about 2years old my grandma worked at a beauty supply owned by her sister in Altadena California just 20 to 30 minutes east of los Angeles.. I was at work with my grandma this day and was playing out side in front of the beauty supply near the side walk..my grandma said she was doing some work stocking shelves with products when she noticed a man walking back and forth past the front of the business.. She became concerned and went out to see what he was doing.. She said the man looked grungy,dirty and possibly high on something. As she came out to me she noticed that the man was fixated on me. Alarm bells went off inside her and she yelled for my grandpa who was a veteran from ww2 and a serious bad ass. He was sitting In they're car parked a bit away from the entrance on his radio. Once she got his attention he saw the guy and recognized him from around the area the guy also recognized my Grandpa as everyone knew and respected him.. My grandpa then yells at the guy saying "what the fuck are you doing around my granddaughter" the guys says thunderbolt (this is what everyone called him i called him shoppy)I didn't know this was ur granddaughter man I was going to snatch her up and sale her for 10,000 in mexico..I'm a light skinned African american girl and all throughout my life I've been mistaken for Puerto rican ,Dominican etc. Anyhow my grandfather goes on to say "man I would have blown ur head off" as he's known to own many guns..after this the guy leaves and my grandma takes me inside with her.. Later she tells my mom of the ordeal after she got back from work and she just hugs me and cries for hours, thinking that if my grandpa wasn't there I would have been abducted and smuggled into mexico and she would have never seen me again. I'm 28years old now with children of my own and as I look back on this it makes me tear up. I just thank god for my grandpa who passed away a few years back for protecting me.. This was in the warly 90s when crack was becoming extremely popular my grandma wasn't use to having to be so protective before then but after she never let me out of her sight.. I love my grandpa as he saved me a few times after this but that's another story..thank u shoppy I love and miss u so much..

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/5amldi/baby_smuggling/

freehorrorstories

Cali4dub

[TRUE] Nightmarish Inception Paralysis

Hi my name is Kent and first of i would say english is not my language, im filipino and currently living in cebu, and I'm almost 16. I experience sleep paralysis at least once or twice a year since I was 13, and there is one experience that stands out from the rest. Me my sister and my mother were sleeping in one kingsize bed as we were preparing to move out. Our bed foam was on the floor. I usually sleep around 3 am at that time because I usually like to listen to scary stories. I was listening about this children with black eyes. I usually shrug the stories. I went to bed and slowly drifted to sleep, the room was on the 2nd floor by the Way. Anyway, I woke up and got the feeling that someone was after me, everything was pitch black but I can make the layout of the house. I don't know why I ran down the stairs and out to the door, and I don't know who was chasing me. But as soon as I reached the front door, all I saw outside was pitch black, usually it was lighted. But this time it was dark, and I couldn't get out of the door for some reason that I don't know. Then I screamed, and woke up again, this time I was in the same bed as I was, but I couldn't move, I can only move my eyes. I looked down to my foot, then I saw this girl with no eyes and her jaw was like opened so much that it reaches her chest and she slowly approached me. I closed my eyes , my body is ice cold. I prayed and prayed and prayed. All I can hear was my teeth shivering. It felt like hours trapped in that position. Then I woke up again in that bed, opened my eyes. You could say I just had a bad nightmare, but the strangest part, my teeth were still shivering and I looked down, and thank God it wasn't there anymore. I know that it isn't scary for others but hell it is for me. This was my 2nd experience in sleep paralysis inception. Or idk wtf it is. We moved out of that house. Then on Christmas morning 2015, i dreamt about me in the Landry room of our new house and I can literally feel something is attacking me like, their long sharp finger nails is pushing through the inner part of my chest, I can feel it. I woke up and I can still the pain in my chest and my shirt is like sticking to my shirt. This isn't my only my experience, I got a lot to tell. But this is it for now

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/5ac5ox/true_nightmarish_inception_paralysis/

freehorrorstories

KentisKent

Scary Events

Hello before I get to my story let me tell you some things about me maybe you will get a better picture I'm 13 right now however when this took place I was 11 anyway I live in a small town in Merrillville Indiana my Neighborhood is always pretty Quiet and all the people are very nice My house is pretty small I have a large deck the reason im telling you this is becuase it has something to do with the story now let's get to it Im a very easily scared person im a male And iv always been the type of person that tries my best to not belive in Spirits Ghost etc however I belive in them Now I was in my bed at around 12 AM This may sound weird but I kid you not this is real I heard a piano playing music now thought I it was dreaming becuase im a huge piano fan So I just sat there for about 5 minutes that's when I noticed I was clearly awake so I went upstairs Thats where it sounded like it was coming from and I saw nothing suddenly I looked to my left and there was my Mom she looked more puzzled than I did We both said what is that? We searched the House nothing And while we were looking the music went off so we just called it a night.....That's what i i i i regret doing Later I woke up as it was No school that Day AND seems Like most Peronormal activities happen at Night however I later heard the music and my mom told me last night what got her up was she heard demonic like kid's laughing that mad the hair's on my head stand up as I thought she heard what I heard and she thought i heard what she heard anyways Later that me day I heard the music again this time I clearly heard where it waw coming from Oh god from our kitchen wall I put my ear on the wall and I heard the music very quickly went outside to see if somone was playing music but there was nobody. ?.. I quickly went back in expecting the music to be gone.....nope still playing now this may not see. Scary to you but for me it was very scary So we just listened to it tell it went away and from that day we never heard the music again....Ever since that day strange events have been taking place like my Dad came home at around 1:34 AM From work to see a Black figure running down our hall way he quickly went to it becuase he dosent like Us kids up at that time he saw nobody he was so positive he saw somone he checked all of our bed rooms to see if anyone was awake nope everyone sleep when he told us this it made me even more scared and positive whether i Iike it or not Ghost or what ever it was Are real not too long after that my mom heard someone in the kitchen And heard a cup get put down she went in and nobody More and more creepy events happend untell around 2015 They slowly stoped haven't had any more creepy things besides Seeing foot prints from snow on our deck we didn't do Lets just ask God I won't have any more things like that happen again.....

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/588kfh/scary_events/

freehorrorstories

KyleFootBallDude

Killer forest

This happened when I was 11 years old which I'm now 13 and still remember clear as day, I basically lived in the middle of nowhere so I didn't have many friends. There was this huge forest though so I would play in that. One day I went to go play now it was almost around 6:30 so it was kinda dark now let me mention I lived in Wisconsin at the time. I went deep into the forest and everything was good until 7 rolled around, now I was used to hearing weird noises in the woods but nothing like this. I heard this awful scream not human like either it was so demon like it scared me. I was a curios little girl so of course I went to investigate. I got about maybe half a mile in when i saw this non human like creature perched in a tree, now instead of running for my life I froze in shock and fear and before I knew it that thing, that awful smelly thing was right behind me. I just wanted to scream for help but I didn't, I didn't know what that creature could do to me so I stood there like a rock hoping it would leave. It screamed again but even worse than the first time and I felt like I was gonna go deaf. Eventually after minutes of that thing staring at me it flew and I mean flee up to its tree. I stood there looking at it for what felt like hours, now I was gonna whoop out my phone and try to blind it with the flash so I could make a run for it and that's what I did. Now did I mention I was a little chubby for my age so I couldn't run so fast and that sucked cause that creature jumped and ran after me threw those woods i felt the world spinning around me as i screamed for help that creature caught up with me eventually and i felt like my life was over. I made a dash for the bushes hoping to be able to hide in one which i did. Now I waited for at least half an hour thinking he was gone so I made a dash do the back door hoping that thing wasn't behind me, instead he was perched on our air conditioner. I told my parents that very night and they called me crazy but i know what i saw and I'm never going in those woods again. Monsters are real and I don't know what that creature was but who knows what he would have done if he got his hands on me. So creature lets not meet again

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/57w260/killer_forest/

freehorrorstories

Derpycupcake234

When the dead began to rise from their graves, we found refuge at my father-in-law's farmhouse.

The last thought that went through my head, however, was "how did he even fit that many children under the floorboards"?

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17cic50/when_the_dead_began_to_rise_from_their_graves_we/

TwoSentenceHorror

Monechetti

After using the toilet, I reached under me to wipe.

It was only then that the snake decided to strike my hand.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dd9k5/after_using_the_toilet_i_reached_under_me_to_wipe/

TwoSentenceHorror

NeinB4ll

My two-year-old began crying when I accidentally stepped on her baby doll, but I promised her it would be alright.

As I picked up the limp toy and saw the splintered bones jutting out through its fabric skin, I realized that I might be wrong.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17co9fo/my_twoyearold_began_crying_when_i_accidentally/

TwoSentenceHorror

RaynaClay

“Warning, armor detects extensive damage to user’s heart and chest.”

The armor then proceeded to release some kind of neurotoxin, as if to mock me that I can’t breathe and I die the slow way,

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dow7s/warning_armor_detects_extensive_damage_to_users/

TwoSentenceHorror

AccomplishedAd6520

I came home to my son watching TV

Then I remember I don’t have a son

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dhg9k/i_came_home_to_my_son_watching_tv/

TwoSentenceHorror

bunny_guts666

“Don’t worry it’s okay, I have heard the bigger ones hurt” she sighed.

As the small knife slowly sawed through my fourth finger I begged for her to find a bigger knife.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dhc8c/dont_worry_its_okay_i_have_heard_the_bigger_ones/

TwoSentenceHorror

OneHornyReddit

"On your knees!" shouted the detective to the killer.

But as the killer smiled, he realized, all the doors and windows have disappeared.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dj0l7/on_your_knees_shouted_the_detective_to_the_killer/

TwoSentenceHorror

FedtheFedoraGuy

During a bad drug trip, I got this sensation that everyone around me was standing stock still.

I'm sober now, but they haven't started moving again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17d6fwr/during_a_bad_drug_trip_i_got_this_sensation_that/

TwoSentenceHorror

GenericSpider

"It was just a dream" I told myself as I sat up,sweating, in bed.

But when my bedroom door creaked open and I saw him I realized how wrong I had been.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dgczv/it_was_just_a_dream_i_told_myself_as_i_sat/

TwoSentenceHorror

Ok_Astronomer_6016

While they burned the witch like they did many times before, they realised two things.

They never burnt any real witch until that day, and witch feed from fire and hate.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17cxt4i/while_they_burned_the_witch_like_they_did_many/

TwoSentenceHorror

Baron_Crodragon

I woke up in the gloom, confused and groggy on a rickety chair, unable to move my feet but otherwise fine

"Hello? Till, Honey, is that you?" I shouted into the darkness, but all I could heard was some muffled scraping as the last sliver of light disappeared.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17denp4/i_woke_up_in_the_gloom_confused_and_groggy_on_a/

TwoSentenceHorror

The_Passive_Fist

It’s not your fault, I’m sorry, you’re just the first person I saw.

Don’t turn around, it’ll be easier for both of us this way.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dk7mt/its_not_your_fault_im_sorry_youre_just_the_first/

TwoSentenceHorror

StrategyAmbitious303

A two sentence horror story shouldn’t need an explanation.

and based on the thing standing over my shoulder, I don’t think I could come up with one anyway.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17cclf9/a_two_sentence_horror_story_shouldnt_need_an/

TwoSentenceHorror

inertia_53

They say it's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all my dear.

I know the chains and operations hurt, but I'll make sure I never lose you again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17d5qil/they_say_its_better_to_have_loved_and_lost_than/

TwoSentenceHorror

KtheMage36

I told my family to cremate me when I die.

Clawing at my coffin while dirt seeps onto me, I can only feel a bit of anger for those cheapskates.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17caum4/i_told_my_family_to_cremate_me_when_i_die/

TwoSentenceHorror

No_Shake_494

I forgot to reattach my grounding strap.

The tiny blue spark jumped from me to my motherboard right before I smelled burnt electricals.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dcc73/i_forgot_to_reattach_my_grounding_strap/

TwoSentenceHorror

zenocidepilot

Three loud bangs could be heard from the other room.

My father just looked at me and said, “Let’s try to not make three mistakes this next time or else we are going to run out of people.”

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dj4yu/three_loud_bangs_could_be_heard_from_the_other/

TwoSentenceHorror

mathyeti09

When I got abducted, I made the viral hand sign to signal for help that I saw on social media so much.

Why does everyone only wave back?

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dagwl/when_i_got_abducted_i_made_the_viral_hand_sign_to/

TwoSentenceHorror

CloudyxRose

Thank God I locked my door.

Because that thing is still trying to get into my room.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dbl10/thank_god_i_locked_my_door/

TwoSentenceHorror

froggypan6

I wake to the sound of my baby happily cooing on the baby monitor.

As I feel her weight shift in my arms, I wonder what is happily laying in my child's crib.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17d4emx/i_wake_to_the_sound_of_my_baby_happily_cooing_on/

TwoSentenceHorror

skeletonchaser2020

He kissed the top of my head and promised his heart would always be mine.

But I haven’t heard it beat the last 3 nights so I am worried he gave it to someone else.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17d2lfq/he_kissed_the_top_of_my_head_and_promised_his/

TwoSentenceHorror

Mommashark1104

I finally got the job, I had to sacrifice a lot for it.

My friends and family didn't seem to agree with what I did, but it mattered not after I killed them.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dhgez/i_finally_got_the_job_i_had_to_sacrifice_a_lot/

TwoSentenceHorror

Jony_Wolfsoul

Kind, jealous, loving, vengeful, caring, we had many words to describe our gods

Hungry was not one of them

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17cohsb/kind_jealous_loving_vengeful_caring_we_had_many/

TwoSentenceHorror

DarthKirtap

"As a finishing touch to this dish, we will be finishing it by pouring over a glass of flaming rum."

Typically these words would only spur excitement within the spectators, but as my partner laid on the table with his exposed skin facing up, I felt anything but excited.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dalkg/as_a_finishing_touch_to_this_dish_we_will_be/

TwoSentenceHorror

Mako_sato_ftw

"How many children came to your house to trick or treat?" asked my friend two days after Halloween.

"75 trick-or-treaters came to our house this year, and unlike previous years all of them were humans dressed up in costumes," I replied.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17camp3/how_many_children_came_to_your_house_to_trick_or/

TwoSentenceHorror

SuvenPan

You Found Yourself In A Strange Dream

Welcome to **YUME GROUP**! As you all know, our organization focuses on dreams and human sleep, which mean yall will have to go through some basic training before we can start working. This is your first ever Lucid Dream training session. I am Sariel, your Lucidity expert. Throughout this training, you will be learning everything about Lucid Dreams and how to achieve them, which will be the basis of all of our organization's business. As all of you already know, Lucid Dreams are dreams in which we are aware of the fact that we are dreaming, and have full control of the dream. In a Lucid Dream, you can do whatever you want, like flying, teleporting or even traveling through space and time! However, this comes with a risk. There is a rare chance that you will randomly fall into a Lucid Nightmare. This type of nightmare is extremely dangerous and once you're in it, it is **MANDATORY** that you know exactly what to do to avoid potential negative effects on your physical body. So, safety first. I will be explaining about the rules you have to strictly follow in order to survive a Lucid Nightmare. Take careful note of what I'm about to say. **General Rules:** **1.** Recognize that you're in a Lucid Nightmare. You will often feel a great sense of nostalgia and liminality. You will become aware that you are dreaming, but will not have any control whatsoever. **2.** Do reality checks to make sure you are still in your dream. Count your fingers, hold your breath, or try to close your eyes. If you have more than 10 fingers, can still breathe or see, you are still dreaming. **3.** Stay unhurt until you wake up. Since time in reality and time in dreams don't correlate, you might get stuck in the dream for any amount of time: from one hour, up to one whole day. **4.** Do not get hurt. If you get hurt or die in a Lucid Nightmare, horrible damage could be done to your physical body, in an unknown way. I have witnessed cases of dreamers having their limbs fall apart from their body, or their internal organs literally disappear. **5.** Do not look into mirrors. Mirrors act really weird in dreams. **6.** Do not trust anyone or anything. You are in a dream and nothing is real, even if it's someone you know. **7.** Refrain from picking up items, especially items that you can't make out what they are. **8.** Do not go to the bathroom. Scary creatures might be in there. Also you might piss your pants when you wake up. **9.** When entering a building, make sure that the building and its interior does not feel familiar. You might accidentally trigger the deepest, darkest hidden fear in your subconscious that you didn't even know about. **9A.** When leaving a building, make sure the outside is the same as when you enter the building. You won't die if you step outside to a different area, but who knows where you might end up? **10.** Do not go near any red butterflies you see. They are razor sharp and touching them might cost you an arm and a leg, literally. **11.** If you see part of the terrain glitching out or just vanishing, leaving an empty void, **STAY AWAY** at all cost. This is a sign of *Dream Eaters*. They are invisible. **WATCH YOUR LIMBS.** **11A.** *Dream Eaters* are faster the faster you are. Take long steps. Make slow maneuvers but cover great distance. Remember to **WATCH YOUR LIMBS.** **12.** If you're unlucky, you might encounter *The Dreamwalker*. He appears as a tall humanoid figure with a long neck, wearing a suit and a tophat. He is not fast, but do not let him catch you. **12A.** *The Dreamwalker* will periodically try to communicate with you through different methods such as a message on the wall, a voice in your head or a thought in your mind. Ignore him. If you respond, it means you let him in. **12B.** Watch your surroundings. *The Dreamwalker* will try to trick you into dead ends. If you ever let him catch you, he will take something from you, including but not limited to your life, one of your body parts, your identity, or something/someone really important to you. **12C.** If you come across a phonograph labeled "K", play music with it. It keeps *The Dreamwalker* away. **13.** Just ignore the eyes that are always watching you. **Regarding waking up:** **1. IMPORTANT** Do a reality check when you wake up to make sure you actually woke up. If you are still dreaming, lay down and go back to sleep. It might be *The Dreamwalker*'s trap. **2.** If you wake up and feel that something's wrong about your body, **IMMEDIATELY** call me, while you still can. I will send help to your location as soon as possible. **3.** If you wake up and can't move, do not panic. Stay calm, close your eyes, ignore any strange sounds around you, and you should eventually be able to move, or if you're unlucky, fall back into the dream. **4.** If you wake up somewhere you did not fall asleep at, you did not wake up. **5.** If you wake up unharmed, submit a Lucid Nightmare report as soon as possible and refrain from Lucid Dreaming for a least a week. Have you taken notes? Good. Remember to learn the rules by heart, for your own safety. Now, we shall begin.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1560jxz/you_found_yourself_in_a_strange_dream/

Ruleshorror

Misuta_Kuripu

The Corner Store

Since moving to your new neighbourhood, you have noticed a corner store by the name Betty's Convenience. It's full of crispy snacks, fizzy sweet drinks and even chewy sour candy! But remember to read the rules on the windows, or you will never be allowed again. Or maybe worse. 1 . Please keep it clean Betty loves having her shop clean to perfection. Always wipe your shoes before you enter and don't spill your things. She regularly allows it when you just drop your money or the thing you are going to buy. But if it's on one of her bad days, she might get quite .. angry. 1a. If you drop something that you are not going to buy on one of her good or bad days. She will get angry. 2. Check the dates Sometimes Betty can forget to switch her snacks for out of date things. So always check the dates on them before you buy to refrain from getting sick. 3. It closes at 6pm If you visit it after 6pm, she will watch you through the window. But it won't be Betty. 4. Dont buy LaPila Fizz LaPila is an alcoholic beverage that she does not allow anyone to drink. If you buy it, she will refuse to give it to you and will get very angry. 5. Substitute If there is a substitute, just remember. That subs do not exist. You are not buying anything, it is CLOSED. 6. Robbery If you get caught robbing, her family and her will not condone that. Please be wary at night. Thank you for reading the rules!

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/155o8bk/the_corner_store/

Ruleshorror

squishcollectero

Magnus Corp Marketing Employee Rules

SYSTEM BOOTING UP. SYSTEM READY. WELCOME TO MAGNUS CORPORATION COMPUTER SYSTEM V3. PLEASE SELECT FOLDER. \[TRAINING VIDEOS\] \> \[RULES FOR EMPLOYEES\] \[DATA MISSING\] FOLDER SELECTED. PLEASE SELECT FILE. \[RULES FOR R&D\] \[RULES FOR FACTORY WORKERS\] \[RULES FOR FINANCE\] \> \[RULES FOR MARKETING\] FILE SELECTED. DISPLAYING FILE. \*static\* Welcome To Magnus Corporation! As a new marketing employee, your job is to work on the advertisement of our products. Our company is leading in many fields, and you can be one of the people helping keep it that way! Hope you have a happy and safe work day, and now here are some rules you need to follow to work here. 1. You will start work at 9AM and will leave at 5PM. You can leave late, but only up to 8PM. Arriving late to work will result in death. 2. Each cubicle has an assigned number, which you can see on your employee card. Arriving at the wrong cubicle will result in death. 3. Your computer is of the Magnus Master Pro model. If it is the wrong model, call the number \[DATA MISSING\] with your phone and go do something else. In 10 minutes your computer will be normal again. Booting up while the model is wrong will result in you being sucked into the computer and becoming its energy source. 4. When you boot up your computer, choose the profile that is your cubicle number. There may be another profile, but we would not tell you what happens if you click on it. If that other profile is named "andy" then close your eyes until you hear "Help me". Opening before you hear that will result in \[DATA MISSING\]. 5. Your work will involve creating marketing programs, campaigns and advertisements via video or billboard. You can only use these apps: Magnus Social for programs and campaigns, Magnus Movies for video advertisements and Magnus Photos for billboard advertisements. Using different apps will cause your computer to automatically activate it's self-destruct protocol, resulting in death. 6. Every 2 weeks on Thursday 1PM there will be a 4-hour long seminar about the recent projects and campaigns of our marketing team. The seminar will be hosted online using Magnus Call, and the code to the call will be sent via email. Joining the wrong call, not joining, leaving mid-call or joining late will result in death. 7. We have security cameras positioned in every room that watches every single of employees' actions. This is how we know what you are doing. Attempting to destroy them will result in \[DATA MISSING\]. 8. There is no marketing employee named "Andy Muller". 9. On break, you will be able to use the various coffee machines around your room. You may put one in your cubicle. Our coffee machines use pure white paper cups and have a brown color. If the cups or machine look slightly different, do not drink from them or you will experience a horribly painful death. This rule does not apply if you use your own coffee machine or cups. 10. You will receive your paycheck every last day of a month. If you receive a paycheck on any other day, tear it up and throw it in the trash bin. 11. Do not release any information about what happens in Magnus Corp. If anyone asks you, lie to them that it is simply a normal corporation. Hope you have a happy and safe workday! FILE DISPLAY FINISHED. ALERT: MALICIOUS PROGRAM "ANDY" HAS BEEN DETECTED FIREWALL BREACHED ANDY: help me please ANDY: help me please ANDY: \[DATA MISSING\] ACTIVATING SELF DESTRUCT PROTOCOL

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/155c7b1/magnus_corp_marketing_employee_rules/

Ruleshorror

[deleted]

Variant Oaks: Meet the Psychic Phantom

[Orientation](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1537b9n/welcome_to_variant_oaks_meet_the_green_goat/)   Neighbor’s Name: Haya – The Psychic Phoenix   Resident Status: Yellow   Neighbors Killed: 2   Description: Haya has the appearance young Eastern girl with dark blue hair and gold eyes. She is four years old (five if you count her year as a disembodied spirit). Like most people of phoenix descent, she possesses pale skin that resembles that of an albino. Her blue hair and golden eyes are a result of her draconic heritage.   As a result of her royal pedigree Haya has a vast array of powers and a huge amount of mana. The ones you should be most concerned about are the esper (psychic) powers that are passed down through the Yamato family line. She has all the standard psychic powers that made the Yamato family the rulers of the great island empire of Nipangu including telekinesis, telepathy, clairvoyance, and of course true teleportation. Haya is strong enough to play with mountains the way most girls her age play with dolls.   This child also inherited an incomplete version of the Hasmonean family’s signature power: true resurrection. Most lesser forms of resurrection require some form physical link to return the world of the living whether that be a piece of the dead remaining intact, a phylactery, or some other form of preserved essence. Not so with the phoenix’s ability to return from the dead. As long as they have enough magical power, phoenixes will resurrect again and again no matter how thoroughly they are destroyed.   Most phoenixes’ new physical bodies emerge from ball of fires when they return from the dead. Unfortunately for Haya she lacks the ability to manifest phoenix fire or create a new body from nothing. Instead, she returns to the living as a disembodied spirit. While this form of resurrection is theorized to require less mana than the standard phoenix resurrection it also unfortunately means Haya is trapped a spirit until she can find a suitable host body.   History: Haya is granddaughter of the Amaterasu Yamato, Empress of Nipangu, on her father’s side. She is eight generations removed from Miriam Hasmonean the Queen of Canaan and ancestor of all phoenixes. Her mother Esther did not even know she had the ability to resurrect since displayed no other phoenix powers and was considered an ordinary human. Miriam’s mother resurrection powers were discovered when she was hit by a truck while on vacation in Nipangu.   Amaterasu’s son who shall remain nameless had Esther declared dead. Then he had her taken to a weapons lab where he was breeding anomalies. There he conceived Haya with Esther. Haya was raised in that lab for three years never meeting her mother or father. A different anomaly destroyed the lab and killed all the experiments inside including Haya.   Over the next year many who went to investigate the remains of the lab were found completely catatonic despite no physical issues. Eventually the government of Nipangu admitted it was unqualified to deal with the situation and asked the Collective for our expertise. Young agent Ezra Goldman was dispatched to the lab’s remains.   There he encountered Haya who possessed him. Ezra being a talented shapeshifter split his body into two giving “birth” to Haya. Ever since then Haya has become extremely attached to Ezra and considers him her mother. Ezra took on the name of Haya’s biological mother and adopted Haya. Now Esther raises Haya while serving as a resident advisor at Variant Oaks.   Rule for interaction: 1. Haya is normally an energetic and kind child. But like most children (especially those who have been through trauma) she can occasionally throw tantrums. These tantrums are exceptionally dangerous due to her psychic abilities. Do everything in your power to not upset her. 2. Never insult or attack Esther. Haya is very protective of her mother and any assaults on her will cause Haya to attack you. Haya and Esther share a psychic link so do not think you can just wait for Haya to be out of sight before attacking Esther. Haya will find out. 3. Do not bring up Haya’s adopted status. Haya has never met her biological parents and considers Esther her only parent. Any attempt to explain this is not the case will only anger Haya and possibly trigger a tantrum. 4. For no reason should you try to separate or keep Haya from Esther. Haya experiences severe separation anxiety when kept from her mother for extended periods of time. While we do want to encourage Haya to become more independent, it is the job of Esther to scold Haya if she returns to her mother too soon. 5. If Haya is misbehaving and her mother is present do not try to correct Haya’s behavior. Instead, politely ask Esther to reprimand her daughter. 6. When Haya is misbehaving, and her mother is not present try not to get involved unless you feel your life is in danger. If it is then tell Haya her some variation of this phrase, “Esther will be disappointed when she finds out about your behavior.” Never use the first person when making these statements. One member of staff said “Your mother will be so disappointed when I tell her what you did” so Haya erased his memories completely. Fortunately, Esther was able to restore his memories but why take that risk. 7. Never under any circumstances kill Haya. Not even if she is trying to kill you. A living Haya is much less dangerous than a dead Haya.   Rules of Interaction for Phantom Form: 1. Haya as a ghost is far more dangerous than as a living child. The Collective will send an alert to all residents if Haya dies since then she becomes a danger to the entire community. 2. When Haya dies, she looks for a new body to possess. While searching she will possess any humanoid body she encounters. She will force out the soul that originally inhabited the body essentially killing the host. The living corpses she leaves behind are fascinating to study since it is a rare chance to see which mutations are caused by genetic modifications and which are caused by the soul/mind. a. Lead Agent Deborah’s Addendum: I know you like researching anomalies brother but I think that last sentence is in bad taste. 3. No body except for the bodies made for her by either Esther or Azazel have been considered acceptable. If she does not find a body acceptable, she will abandon it and continue her hunt. Do not think you are safe just because you witnessed her possess someone else. 4. When you receive the phantom alert shelter in place. If you are outside, make your way to either your residence or the nearest isolated place where you would be safe. 5. If you receive the phantom alert and are a shapeshifter, take on the most bestial or monstrous form you can. If you are lucky. she will reject your body on sight instead of testing it through possession. 6. Try to take the Collective provided sedative located in your medicine cabinet as soon as possible after receiving the alert. Haya uses her telepathy to find her victims when she is a phantom. She cannot sense your thoughts if you do not have any. 7. If for some reason you do not have access to a sedative, try to fall asleep naturally. It takes 90 minutes for the human mind to reach REM cycles and begin dreaming. Hopefully the situation is resolved before she is drawn to you by your dreams. 8. If you cannot become unconscious for one reason or another, try to think adult, male thoughts (or what a five-year old girl considers adult, male thoughts). Appropriate topics to think about include business, lifting heavy weights, taxes, or fishing. Haya’s ideal body is that of a little girl so the less your thoughts make you seem like one the less likely she will come for you. 9. This should be obvious but do not do anything else that could draw attention to yourself. No loud noises, no bright lights, etc. Haya’s main method of detecting prey is her telepathy but her other senses still work even when she is ‘dead’. 10. Do not try to be a hero. You maybe be a dangerous anomaly in your own right, but you do not stance a chance against Haya. She is intangible thus extremely difficult to hurt when in her phantom form. Even if you are powerful enough to kill her, she has the power of true resurrection and a huge mana capacity. It is theorized to truly kill Haya you would need to kill her over a thousand times with each death taking place in less than one second intervals. Only Site Manager Elisha or Lead Agent Deborah can survive her possession due to their own phoenix powers and stall her until Esther or Azazel arrive. Unless you can survive as a disembodied spirit yourself or have the power of resurrection you will just make yourself another casualty.   Rehabilitation Goals: 1. Limit Haya’s tantrums and other violent tendencies. Status: In progress. Haya has become more emotionally stable after a year of living with Esther. However, she still throws the occasional tantrum. While it’s true Haya has killed two other residents, in both instances she was not the aggressor so only minor punishments were administered. 2. Teach Haya how to create a human body when she resurrects. Status: In Progress. Esther is teaching Haya the basic of shapeshifting and reality warping. Haya is very young so it may take a while for her to master these advanced magical concepts. 3. Eliminate Haya’s dependence on Esther. Status: In Progress. Most children Haya’s age are dependent on their parents. The Collective is not cruel and has no intention of separating a mother and daughter forever. Our main goal is to have Haya capable of living apart from Esther once she turns eighteen and is released from the program. We expect that they will remain in communication for the rest of their lives. [The Animatronic AI](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15jk4lk/variant_oaks_meet_the_animatronic_ai/)

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15540wt/variant_oaks_meet_the_psychic_phantom/

Ruleshorror

daabraham

Golden Sierra School: The Bus

*You are having an argument with your parents because they are making you move schools because of a job opportunity far away. After finishing arguing, you furiously march up the stairs towards your bedroom. You're about to slam the door, but you stop yourself by closing it slowly. (You don’t want to get your ass beat, don’t you?) You jump on the bed, crying into the pillow. You can’t believe it, you think to yourself. You think your parents are being selfish. You start crying even harder. Eventually, you cry yourself to sleep.* *You wake up in bed. It’s a total mess. Before leaving your bed, you make sure to organize it. You rush to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You then immediately get your clothes on, eat breakfast, and leave before your parents wake up. You sit, waiting for the bus to arrive. You realize it’s June 30th of 2019. After some time of waiting, the bus finally arrives. You step in and see your four friends, AJ, Michael, Yuri, and Rose. You sit in one of the seats near them. Yuri then says, "Are you ready for the final day of school?" No, you respond. She asks you why. You explain to her why. Your friend's smile turns into a frown. "We're going to miss you," Says Rose. You sigh and settle back in your seat. You realize they’re serving ice cream and freezies at the cafeteria today for free. That’s something to look forward to.* *Fast forward through the day, and you're back at home. You rush to your bedroom. Pull out your phone and start watching some Coryxkenshin videos. All of a sudden, your door is opened by your mom. (No privacy for you.) She sits next to you and asks you if you want McDonald's. You answer with "yes". She also says sorry for what happened last night. Before she leaves. She says, "I better hear no complaining again before I beat the shi-."* *Fast forward to September on the first day at your new school. You brush your teeth, take a shower, and get ready to leave. Your mom and dad hug you goodbye. You sit down, waiting for your bus to arrive. You look down and see a mysterious white notebook in your hand. You don’t remember taking it. It just suddenly appeared in your hand. You open it and start reading.* *Welcome to Golden Sierra High School. We are happy to have you here. Here, students learn in a fun and safe environment. We hope you have a fun time here. "Enjoy your stay."* Rules of the bus Rule 1: Students will be picked up by bus, so no need to worry, parents! Rule 2: We ONLY use yellow buses. If you see one of any other color, DO NOT go on it. Rule 3: The bus should have the number 5734987. Make sure to memorize this number! Rule 4: The bus driver should be a young, black-haired Caucasian wearing navy blue. Rule 5: My name is Amy. I look like a brown-haired Caucasian. I ALWAYS wear a pink shirt and blue jeans. If the description listed above is inaccurate, leave the bus IMMEDIATELY. Rule 6: Failure to follow rules 2, 3, and 4 will result in you being sent to the forest of lost souls. A forest surrounded by an eternally gray sky, with the skeletons of unfortunate victims handing off the tree. Where you will be hunted down by the Queen of the Forest. She will bring you to her castle. She will first rip your soul out of your body. And then she will torture you for what feels like eternity, making sure you are in agony every second. After she's satisfied, she will make you into one of the skeletons hanging on trees. Stuck like that forever. Rule 7: I sit in the 5th row on the right. Don’t get it messed up. You always sit at the window seat; don't forget that! Rule 8: DO NOT make eye contact with the people on the bus with grayish skin. You will be swiftly killed if you do so. Rule 9: DO NOT acknowledge the figures following the bus. If you do, they will break the window and drag you out of the bus to kill you. They usually appear on rainy days. Rule 10: If you see that the sky is red outside the bus, IMMEDIATELY look away. Those things can see you but can’t touch you unless you look outside again. I will tell you when it’s okay to look out the window again. Well, if you did look outside again, I'm sorry; those things will tear off the roof of the bus and drag you out. If you hear the screaming of people who got caught, don't look, or you will be next. Rule 11: Do not make too much noise when talking on the bus. Those things on the bus will break the window and drag you out to tear you apart. Rule 12: K̵̛̮̗̞̰̋̓̓͠į̶͇̫̌̃l̸̯̿̅͑̃͝l̴͕̭͌̉͑̇̚ ̸͉̝̓͠y̴̦̬̮̌̾̀̚ͅỏ̷̹̣̮̋́͐ú̷̮̉̂͛r̵͍̬͎̝͑̎̕s̷̳̩̣̜͜͝e̸͖̐̀l̵̝̺̤̲͗f̴̥͖̩̂͂͝ ̴̖̩̀t̷̪̲̖̾͗̊̍͘h̶̲͓̤̥̾̅͜ȇ̴̟̖̔̈́i̵̙͛́͋̋r̶̞̫̿̚ ̶̗̈̇̍į̷̝̗͕̋̅͜š̶̨̤͋̓͠ ̵̧͔͎̖̼̈́͑͠n̴̯̙͔͔͑͂̎ŏ̶̩͙̯̏̄͛̉t̷͙̠̎ͅ ̷̭͖͇̣̽̄̽̇̚e̷̊̿͝ͅn̷̝͆̈́̓̅̽ö̵̡̲͇̳́͊͐̇͒ǘ̵̞̪̽̆̂̽g̷̨͎̞̀́̔h̶̦̰̆̏̉̇͒͜ͅ ̷͓͍̖̖̋͆̈́͜͝r̴̡̩̣̻͚̃̉͗͘o̸̰͍̔́́̈́̚o̶̭̿̈́͝m̶̨̓̊̈͘͘ ̶͚̼̈́̂̉f̴̡͕̲̲́̅͂͑̾o̸̖̊̑̊͠r̴̩͐̾̐̈́ ̸̠̰̍̎̾̕t̷̢̩̯͋̇̚h̵̽͜e̷̲̗̓̀ ̴̡͓̉ḅ̴̮̰̑̄ơ̶̹̭̝̇t̴̟̰̰͋̈̃̏͠ḧ̴̭͙͖̪͉́ ̶͚͔̦̖̪̎͐̈́͘͝ȏ̷̧͓̺̬̼̅f̴̡̩͓̣̀̔̏ ̶̩̽͒̋́u̵̧̨̫͚͋s Rule 13: Bus 13 doesn’t exist. Rule 14: Don’t eat on the bus. You don’t want to lose your legs, don’t you? Rule 15: Make sure to thank the bus driver. He’ll give you some candy. *Bullshit, you say to yourself. You think some fucker is trying to pull a prank on you, thinking it’s funny. You hear the bus arrive. The color is yellow, just like the rules say. You step on the bus to be greeted by a black-haired Caucasian wearing navy blue. "It’s just a coincidence," you say to yourself. You see a Caucasian girl wearing pink and blue jeans waving at you. She's sitting in the fifth row on the right. That’s when you realize everything in the guide is real. You head toward her. She tells you to sit at the window seat. Fuck, you say to yourself. As the doors close and the bus begins its journey.*

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/154zy2x/golden_sierra_school_the_bus/

Ruleshorror

Crimsonwanderer0

13 Rules for Surviving Gas Stations

So I haven't scared you off [going out and about](https://www.reddit.com/user/BenevolentBirdGal/comments/kuk7yy/index_for_shopping_rules_rruleshorror/) just yet. You find yourself needing to stop at a gas station - maybe you're on a [road trip](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/rl6hja/13_rules_for_buying_road_trip_snacks_supplies/), headed to the [movie theater](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/xzchdk/13_rules_for_surviving_the_movie_theater/), an [amusement park](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/xz2by8/13_rules_for_surviving_the_amusement_park/), or perhaps even the [airport](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/xwv5nk/13_rules_for_surviving_airports/). Whatever the cause is (and no matter how ostentatiously priced it may be these days), you find yourself needing to find a gas station. 1. The standard options at a gas station are going to be different grades, maybe diesel, and occasionally kerosene. If there are strange options, they aren't for you. You don't want to know where they can take you. Or the cost. 2. I'd be lying if I claimed I don't enjoy a lotto scratcher now and then. Just be careful with the theming, and remember, they should start to glow at any point. Or talk. 3. Gas stations, like [diners](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/lanw0c/13_rules_for_surviving_diners/) & [flea markets](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/kuif6o/13_rules_for_surviving_flea_markets/) are often liminal spaces that straddle between two (or more) worlds. Do with that information what you will. 4. Attendants and other customers might also be a little more liminal than you. What's behind the Employees Only door most definitely is. 5. Sometimes, especially out in the sticks and at older stations, the bathroom access is outside and/or you have to use a key. The key should look like a key. Not a map or a weapon. 6. Gas is expensive as hell most places. But it shouldn't actually cost your firstborn or your soul, y'know. Beware "pay later" programs. 7. Speaking of the pump: if the numbers start forming words, [calculator style](https://www.wikihow.com/Write-Words-With-a-Calculator), listen carefully to the instructions. 8. Is the gas station really where you want to be purchasing mystery food? Especially mystery meat sandwiches? 9. If the fridge or freezer is *too cold*, it's time to go. If it's *too hot*, it's *too late*. 10. If the lights are a-flickering, that's one thing. But you and I both know that they're not supposed to be green or blue off a standard bulb. 11. Some parking lots are monuments to civil engineering and good upkeep. Those don't tend to be attached to gas stations. A little place out in the hollers probably has cracks and potholes and whatnot, but you shouldn't be able to park your whole car in one. You might have a hell of time backing out, is all I'm saying. 12. The thingie to wipe down your windows/windshield should make your car cleaner. If it's harder to see, use something else and water (preferably from somewhere else) to clean them off and leave post-haste. 13. In general, getting receipts is a good idea. Some places a card skimmer might be the most of your worries, and in others a receipt may get you out of a worse bargain.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/154upy1/13_rules_for_surviving_gas_stations/

Ruleshorror

BenevolentBirdGal

The Mental Hospital.

Listen, I’m not judging you for ending up here, hell, i’m here myself. Just.. just please listen carefully okay? The nurses aren’t looking now and you’re kinda nice so I really don’t want you getting hurt. Here’s some basic rules to follow so you can get out of here in one piece. One: BE QUIET IN MEAL LINES. This is so, so fucking important. Not only to the nurses, but to the guards, and the patients like us. If anyone in here talks in line, we all have to go back and skip whatever meal we were going to. They don’t care if we starve. They don’t care if we miss a whole days worth of meals, and they don’t care if you miss the whole week of meals. Just shut up in line, and you’ll get whatever slop they microwaved hopefully. Two: ALWAYS PARTICIPATE IN DAILY ACTIVITIES. Wether it’s morning group, group therapy, yard time, recreation, or silent time, do whatever they tell you. Even if you think they aren’t watching. They always know. The nurses know everything you say, and do. And they’ll tell the doctor if you’re misbehaving. Three: CALL YOUR PARENTS. Every day, there’s 30 minutes for everyone to call whoever the hell they have on their file. If you have a parent or guardian, call them and talk to them like you’re okay. Your call is monitored. They will tell the doctor if you argue, or are sad during your call. Four: KNOW YOUR NURSES. Some nurses are nice, some are mean. Here’s the run down, just remember, don’t get too trusting in them. -Ms. Kim: She is the worst nurse here. She doesn’t talk much, but she will very quickly discipline you, and report you to the doctor. Don’t speak to her unless you are instructed to. -Ms. V: She is one of the best, just remember what I said. She is wonderful, but she still works for the doctor. Be cautious. -Ms. A: She’s normally night staff, but she’s very high energy. She’s funny, and has good stories, and is almost like a teenager herself, but she is like a pendulum. If you disrespect her, you’ll get disciplined quickly. -Ms. Jodie and Ms. F: The two are very common day nurses, Ms. Jodie is the Yin to Ms. F’s Yang. The two are friendly enough, but not as good as Ms. V or Ms. A. Five: THE DOCTOR. You’ll meet with the doctor maybe two or three times during your stay here. He will decide wether or not you can leave. Don’t lie to him, he can tell, but don’t tell the truth. Remain neutral, calm, and not happy but not sad. He’ll think the meds are working. Six: MEDS. Depending on your reason for landing here, you’ll receive meds in the morning, the night, or the morning and night. Don’t take them. Hide them in between your teeth and your cheek. They will ask you to turn and cough to see if you swallowed it, be wary. Seven: DISCHARGE. The day before you leave, you’ll probably not know. You have to be on your best behavior TWENTY FOUR SEVEN. Being here for a short time is dangerous, but you DO NOT want to be sent to residential. There’s no escaping the doctor there. I’ve been here almost two weeks, and I think i’m due to leave any day now. Please, please remain safe. Don’t talk to anyone too much, but talk to people. I hope you’ll get out of here soon, it really fucking sucks here, to say the very least.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/154e607/the_mental_hospital/

Ruleshorror

Simple-Association60

Elpis Hospital

You’ve applied to be a nurse at the Elpis Hospital, and you made the cut! You will be assigned to floor 9-A4. Be glad that you were not ordered to go to floor 2-B8. 9-A4 is thankfully one of the more safer areas. While you’re here, make sure to abide by the rules! You will be provided with a gun and pills. These are important. 1 — If the patient you are caring for asks for your name, do not give them it. The patient is not your patient. 1A — If the patient asking for your name has green eyes, leave the room. Do not tell them why or where you are going. 1B — If the patient has any other eye color, grab the gun under the hospital bed and shoot them. Don’t shoot them in the legs or the arms, shoot them point blank in the head. Shoot them more times if you have to. 2 — Be quiet. If you scream or make any loud noises, you will be detected. The spirit will find you. If it sees you, hide in the bathroom. You will know if it detects you. If you need to use your gun, use it quickly and follow rule six. 2A — If your ears start ringing, take 3 pills from your pill bottle and close your eyes and cover your ears. 2B — If you are blinded, cover your ears. You will hear a shrieking noise that will blow your eardrums and turn your brain into mush. 3 — If you see that your patient is gone, do not worry. Stay there until it comes back. Your patient is just taking a walk. Make sure to check the clock, though. 3A — If the clock is turning rapidly, close your eyes and do not open them. No matter what you do, keep your eyes closed. A94 is passing by. It can only harm you if your eyes are exposed. If your eyes are open, it will give it access to absorb your soul. You will know when to open your eyes if your patient returns. 3B — If you look outside the window and see a dark figure outside, do not look away from it. Once it disappears, you are safe. If you blink or close your eyes, it will have access into the room and it will kill you and anyone it can possibly find. You will not be greeted with a quick death. 4 — Refrain from bringing any close friends or family members into the hospital. You risk bringing them to serious harm or, commonly, death. 5 — If the patient’s skin is missing, stay calm and pretend like nothing is wrong. Feed them the pills you are assigned to and wait for them to return back to normal. If you do not give them the pills within 30 minutes, you will feel the urge to rip your skin off as well. 6 — The janitor’s closet is the only safe place. If any of the rules are broken, and the counter for them is deemed useless, hide in the closet. You will need to wait until sunrise if it is nighttime, or midnight if it is during the day. If you come out in that span, you will not be safe. 6A — In very rare occasions, there will be an entity occupying it. You simply need to shoot it with your gun several times, and hide. It will not let you in if it is kept alive. 7 — If your patient says anything about ‘the eyes’ or the shadow behind you, briefly calm them down and give them 5 pills. If they continue, shoot them. No one can know the truth. 8 — If your patient does not survive, go to the lobby and you will be assigned a new one. While in the elevator, there are some cautions you will have to take. 8A — Do not interact with anyone else on the elevator. They are not real. Doing so will drive you mad, and you will become one of those spirits who have broken the rules. 8B — If the elevator goes upwards instead of downwards, or downwards instead of upwards, take 1 pill and shoot yourself in the head. There is a 60% chance you will wake up in your station if it is a dream. If it is not a dream, you will simply die a quick death. If you do not shoot yourself, you will be stuck in a forever loop, going up and up forever. That’s all! And remember to stay awake.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/153f3th/elpis_hospital/

Ruleshorror

sparrowpillow

Victoria's Hotel: Employee guide page 2

Hotel security guide. Rule 1: As a security guard, you must ALWAYS have your gun with you at all times. You never know when you will need it. and you don't want to be caught off guard by the entities, Do you now? Rule 2: Don’t forget that you have also been given a shotgun or an assault rifle. You really think a pistol would stop the entities? Good luck being torn to shreds. Rule 3: Make sure to assist any guests or employees requesting your help. Only employees who wear red are our employees. The bellhop is an exception to this rule. Rule 3a: Watch out for any guests that look odd in any way; those mimicking entities are trying to lure you in to kill you. Open fire and kill them. Rule 4: Breakfast, lunch, and dinner are basically your break periods; the same rules still apply. Rule 5: Your job is to just patrol floors looking for entities to shoot down. Simple, isn’t it? Maid/Janitor guide. ​ Rule 1: The cleaning supply rooms are only on floor 1. DO NOT go into one on any other floor. People who have entered have been heard screaming. Rule 1a: We DO NOT have red cleaning shelves. If you see one, close the door and reopen it. The shelves should return to normal. If the shelves stay red, it’s time to start running for your life. Rule 2: Our mop buckets are only yellow, not any other color. Rule 3: If you hear screaming from the cleaning supply room, DO NOT open it Unless you want to be the one screaming. Rule 4: Staff rooms with blue lights are safe zones. They're quite rare, so make sure to memorize their location. T̵̠̲̲̝̘̀ȟ̴̻̫̩͕͑͋̎̕ͅḛ̷̑ ̵̨͖͍̈̃̀̅̔ͅr̵͚̙̘̈́͘e̵̹̕d̷̝̺̳͋̊̈́̂̀ ̸̮̯͚̺̒l̸̦̦̩̗̩͗̏̿̅̄ị̴̩͋̒́̍̀g̵̗̬̩͝h̷̨̜̮͊̅͝ͅt̶͕̎ ̷̭̖̝̠̍̔̀̓o̷̰͊͒͝͝ṉ̷̛̺̀̌̏è̶̫͔̻̬̼s̷̨̻͙̗͘͝͠ ̴̨̥͚̉̽̄͘a̵̢̨̭̓r̵̨͓͛͠ę̷̣̺̾ ̵̨̡͕͕̺͝ẗ̷̡̤́̂͊͌h̷̨̘͂̊̕ẽ̷͙̯͑ ̷̬̪̼̫̇͌s̸̭̙̬͑ä̸̳̘̗́f̴͎̣̿̓ȩ̷̥̗̫̈́s̵̡͂̏̋̅̍t̸̛͚̠̒̄ ̸̻͎͍́̈́͗y̵̲̼̓̎͑͌̚ö̷͍̭̫̮́̔̃u̴̡̙̟̯͌̕ͅ ̶̢̡̢̹̟͛͠ẃ̸̡̜̝͎͋̑̌ḯ̷͎͎́̍l̸̢̧̩̠̿͛l̷̟̭̆̆̍̃͝ ̶̻̮̣͉͒b̵̯̦͐e̷͍̪̰͖̊͒͆͒ͅ ̵̢̀p̵̯̩͙̒͆̉̐̈́r̶̛̺͗͌̊̑ȏ̷̪͎͎̟̽t̴̹̫̯̋e̴̠̬͚̜̽͆͒͒͜c̸̢̅̾͠t̵̢̉͑ė̴̡̮̘ḏ̷̑̆͝ ̵͔̬̰̭́̈́͘b̸̤̽̇̂͑͜y̶͈͉̐́̉͠ͅ ̸̖̙͔̗́ͅţ̸̭̙͇͑̉́̈̇ĥ̵͚̼͝ę̸̨̛͚͍̥͒̈́̊͠ ̷̜̙̼̺̊̔̑̑͋r̷̛̦̞̭̐̈́͆ḛ̵͋̿̐̔͐ḑ̶̧͔̙̮̽̐ ̶̡̫̤̈́͊l̷̰̹͛͐͆̂i̴̮͖̳̲͚͒g̷̮͖͇̑͐͐͝h̴̨̩̗̯̔͠t̶̲͎͛. Rule 5: Don’t forget to run away from entities. You don’t want to be ripped apart, now do you? Rule 6: If you see a golden retriever following you when you're working, You are protected. But not invincible. We lost one of our best janitors that way. Rule 7: Do not enter rooms 868 and 330. Ignore anyone telling you to clean these rooms. Rule 8: If you see a hallway that seems to stretch on forever, put up a caution sign and leave. Do NOT go down those halls; you will be trapped in them until you die. Rule 9: If you see a liquid on the floor, Here is what to do according to the color: Red: It’s usually the blood from unfortunate guests, and employees mop it up as normal. Blue: Mop it up as normal, but DO NOT turn around. Black: Put a caution floor sign around the area and leave immediately. Rule 10: When cleaning the cafeteria, avoid tables that look red. For some reason, you pass out. When you touch it. That could go very wrong for you. Rule 11: When cleaning the rooms, make sure the closet isn’t open. If you do see it open, It's time to start running for your life. Unless you want your organs ripped out. Kitchen cook guide. Rule 1: We ONLY wear white, nothing else. If you see an "employee" not wearing white, you have two options. Option one is to try to kill them. Option 2 is to ignore them and not make any eye contact. Rule 2: We only serve things on the menu, nothing else. Rule 3: Our pet’s feeding time is listed below. So don't forget! Breakfast: 9:00 p.m. Lunch: 11:50 p.m. Dinner: 10:15 p.m. Rule 4: If Daisy comes by, make sure to make some cake for her. She usually likes vanilla cake with sprinkles. Rule 5: Our knives ONLY have black handles. If you touch one without one. I'm sorry it’s already coming for you. If it gets its hands on you. You will be tortured for an endless eternity. Rule 6: Make sure to always lock the kitchen door. Leaving it unlocked is seen as an invitation. We wouldn’t want to replace our whole kitchen staff like last time.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/153frko/victorias_hotel_employee_guide_page_2/

Ruleshorror

Crimsonwanderer0

It’s clown time…(Part 2)

**RULES FOR THE NIGHT** **1. Never walk in the streets alone, especially at night. That makes it easier for the clown to catch you. The clown will roam the streets occasionally, and if it sees you, it will shout “IT’S CLOWN TIME!” and laugh hysterically. Before it is done yelling its signature phrase, the clown will start chasing you at high speeds. To escape, you need to run to a place of holy presence like a church. Getting in a vehicle is not advised because the clown will easily match its speed.** **2. It is easier to tell if the clown is nearby if you are with people who attended the party. Light sources will start to flicker when the clown is within 50 feet of the partygoers’ vicinity, and the power will go out if it is within 25 feet. Act with caution.** **2-A. If the lights flicker, make everyone with you crouch down until the lights stop flickering. Get as close to the floor as possible. Don’t move, don’t breathe, don’t make a sound.** **2-B. If the lights go out, the clown is able to sense the presence of partygoers, so it will begin to scan the perimeter. It will have no trouble getting itself into wherever the partygoers are. If someone sees the clown, run to a church. No one is safe, and it is pretty much guaranteed that one of the people with you will die a nightmarish death. All that matters is making it to the church.** **3. If you feel a sudden urge to go into a specific room or place, do everything in your power to not enter the desired place because it is a trap that leads to terrifying consequences.** **4. The clown will mess with you both physically and mentally. It will cause you to believe that your loved ones are impostors and really just the clown shapeshifted as a human. Do not let these thoughts take over your mind. It will cause you to attack the ones you care about. But this is what the clown wants, for when the blood runs from their bodies, it strikes. (See Day Rules, #4)** **5. Time does not work the same under the clown’s curse. For you may see times like 10:79 P.M. If this happens, go to sleep immediately even if it is at an unreasonable time to sleep. Sleeping in the irregular time will keep you safe from the clown for exactly 6 hours.** **THE FINAL DAY RULES** **If you survived the whole week so far, then good job. The final day of the clown’s anger is the only day you can rid yourself of its curse before all the partygoers will be dead. The clown will not be dormant in the daytime during this day, and it will be entirely out of its hiding. It will undergo a terrifying transformation that reveals its true form. The clown’s face will start to melt into a gory concoction of intertwined muscles, eyeballs, and fat. It’s mouth will open in ways that no one even knew possible, revealing sets of monstrous teeth. It’s body will expand and contract into a demonic, veiny mess about 25 feet tall, and towering black limbs will pierce through its mangled skin and extend onto the ground below. It will let out a horrifying screech and will begin to search for its prey. There are not a whole lot rules to survive this beast but the few rules that do exist are listed below.** **1. Make all the partygoers spread as far away from each other as they can. The clown will be able to sense their presence if they are all accumulated together.** **2. Stay indoors. Lock all entrances, cover all windows, break all electronic devices and mirrors, and get rid of your pets if you have any; their noise will immediately send the clown to your location to brutally execute you. Once you’re done with that, hide in a windowless room until around 11:30 P.M. Make no noise all, for all of the clown’s senses have been extremely heightened from its transformation.** **COMPROMISING THE CURSE** **The reason the clown allows one week of danger before it’s murder-spree is for you to say your good-byes to your loved ones or loved one. This is because the curse ends with a sacrifice. The sacrifice must be either you or someone at the party that you are really close to, someone that you will lament their death for years to come. The rules on how to end the curse are listed below.** **1. At around 11:30 P.M., you must gather yourself and the chosen sacrifice (unless the sacrifice is you) and head to the nearest place with a circus tent. You MUST be there by midnight or the murder-spree will ensue. If you are the sacrifice, then bring one other loved one with you because the clown wants the ones you care about to experience the pain of your death.** **2. Once you are inside the circus tent, the sacrifice must grab a red balloon and yell “IT’S CLOWN TIME!” exactly at 12:00 A.M. Now is the only chance to run. The person accompanying the sacrifice must exit the tent as fast as possible.** **3. Once the clown enters the tent it will return into its normal form temporarily. The sacrifice must hand over the red balloon to the clown in its normal form.** **4. What happens next is truly horrific. So horrific that no amount of blood-curdling, gory text would even come close to encapsulating the nightmarish reality of what happens to the sacrifice. The partygoer outside the tent must sit down outside the tent and listen to the helpless screams of their loved one. They must not peek in the tent or try to stop the process, and they also cannot leave the area until five minutes after the screams slowly die out.** **5. Once the process above has taken place, the remaining partygoers (if any remain) are safe. Life will continue as normal as if nothing ever happened.** “There’s no way I’m falling for this dumb prank.” You mumble to yourself as you get off the couch and head to the kitchen. *You grab a glass cup and fill it with water. As you bring the cup to your lips you realize the substance in the cup changing. You freeze in horror as see the once clear glass of water turning blood red.*

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/153e2lm/its_clown_timepart_2/

Ruleshorror

Daddy_jobo69

It’s clown time…

**Knock-knock-knock!** *You lift yourself off the couch and stumble to the front door.* “Hello, who are you?” You ask the elegantly-dressed woman standing before you. “I am an executive at Clowntime Inc. We are the company who provides clowns to little kids birthday parties.” “Oh, well why are you here?” “Remember the clown you hired for your son’s fourth birthday a few days ago? Well you forgot to tip it and now it’s very angry.” “So what? The clown’s creepy appearance scared most the children anyways so I thought he didn’t deserve a tip.” “Unfortunately for you sir, **It** is furious. Our website clearly states to leave a tip! But now you will have to suffer the consequences of your selfishness.” “Is this some kind of prank?” “I am afraid not, sir. I am legally required to hand you this note. Read it and follow it as best as you can; the safety of you and the others depends on it. Goodbye sir.” *You grasp the pink envelope handed to you by the strange woman and shut the door. You sit back down on the couch and open the letter out of curiosity. It reads as follows:* **IMPORTANT** **DO NOT LOSE THIS DOCUMENT** **Clowntime Inc. will not be held responsible for any injuries or death that occurs from the hands of the anomalous clown which you have angered. The following text dictates some helpful notes, how to stay safe (for the most part), and how to end the clown’s curse on your loved ones.** **ADVISORY NOTES** **You have one week before the clown brutally murders everyone that showed up to the party, but if given the chance, it will strike sooner.** **You must not tell anyone about this. You can repeat the rules to others, but you cannot tell them why they must follow the rules. Anyone you inform of the anomalous situation is put in immediate danger of the murderous clown and will be killed shortly after.** **The only people who can see the clown are the people who attended the party and people who were informed of the clown’s existence.** **The clown is very fast. It matches the speed of the people it chases and never slows down until it captures its victims or they enter a church. It cannot enter places of holy presence.** **The clown is much more dangerous during the hours of 5 P.M - 7 A.M than any other time because it is mostly dormant in the hours of day but will still attack if someone is in its direct vicinity. The clown will not chase anyone during the day, but that does not mean that it is any less dangerous. The only exception is the Final Day.** **The time-specific rules (a.k.a, rules for the day/night) must always be followed regardless of the time. They are only separated because the chances of the time-specific rules applying are much greater during a specific time. (I.e, the daytime rules are more likely to apply in the daytime than the night.)** **RULES FOR THE DAY** **1. Avoid places with balloons at all costs. That is where the clown hides most of the time although it is possible to encounter it in other locations as well. Walking into a place with balloons makes it easy for the clown to trap you for his consumption.** **1-A. To be safe, it is also advised to avoid circuses/theme parks/other places where clowns might be located.** **2. If someone calls your name, make sure you can see the person calling you. Do not attempt to reach the source of the voice if you cannot see the individual calling your name. The clown cannot shape-shift into people, but it can mimic anyone’s voice perfectly.** **3. If you are drinking something and it turns into a blood-red color, you are in immediate danger but you must not react. The clown is within 30 feet of your location, and he can sense your fear. When this happens, just walk away from wherever you are until you feel like you’re being watched. Then you must run as fast as you can to the nearest church without looking back. You will not be safe until you enter the church doors.** **4. Blood acts as a way for the clown to teleport to any location. If you have a cut, bandage it up quickly. Even the smallest of cuts will bleed horrendously when you are effected by the clown’s curse. If you let a puddle of blood accumulate, you may see the clown’s hand reaching out from it and pulling itself out of the bloody mess on the ground. At this point it will be too close to your location to run from it, so you might as well just say your prayers.** **5. If you look in the mirror and notice you are covered in clown-like makeup, you have one minute to find the nearest object and destroy the reflective surface before the clown goes on a murderous rampage.**

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/153e1yf/its_clown_time/

Ruleshorror

Daddy_jobo69

Is this your first time in an overnight train?

Namaste! I am glad you are visiting India. since you have decided to enjoy the scenery of countryside, hills and rivers on a train journey, here are some rules that will help keep the journey only sunshine and joy. 1. The train journey will take 20 hrs in which you will have some stops in between to stretch your legs. The train will depart at exact 3 PM. You should have a photo id and your ticket on you at all times or you will be deboarded at the next station and a word of advice, not all stations exist on a map. If this is your first time then I would highly recommend you to book a general class seat and not a first class seat, the first class coupes really gets very cold. 2. When you board the train ensure you look for families with little children in your coach. when you see them, interact with them nicely and they will ensure your safety till they get off at their stops, but if incase there is no such families then worry not, just make sure you greet everyone with a smile. you will need to be vigilant for any single woman in her 30s though, neither it is a woman, nor in it's 30s. 3. When the train departs the train staff will come to your seats to ask you about your food preference. while they do this they will also distribute bedsheets, blankets and pillows. Only interact with the staff if they are wearing blue colored uniforms. If it is any other color then you just ignore their existence, acknowledging them will lead to those things latching onto you. Wait until they go. Eventually the good guys will come. 4. The train will stop at its first stop at 5:40 PM. It is absolutely necessary for you to go down and buy a bottle of water, the water provided on train turns poisonous after dusk. you should soak in as much as you can after all, the night can be very long. 5. By 6:07 PM your first meal should be here. You can choose between two flavors of soup along with bread and butter, whatever you do don't give them a tip, it's insulting to them and they wont take it well. But if you are not fortunate enough and they do ask a for a tip give them the water bottle that was provided to you on the train, they will throw whatever they have on their cart at you, they will scream loudly and try to get any attention but you just keep looking out of the window, no matter what don't look at them after you have given them the water bottle. The last guy who did is still apologizing even to this day. When they stop screaming you will hear someone say "ahem, sorry for the rude behavior of the staff" say no problem and wait to hear footsteps fading. Whatever you do don't turn back even if there's silence for a long time, turn back only when you hear someone say sorry, it's a trap. 6. At 6:30 PM the train will go through a tunnel, during that ensure you are pretending to drink the soup even if you are already done with it as this will trick the tunnel people into thinking you don't see them , and as soon as the train leaves the tunnel count the number of trains that pass by until the ticket collector arrives, if the number of trains that pass by is more than the number of bags you have its better to jump of the train. The alternate is people finding a heavy suitcase the next station. 7. If at any time you feel someone's gaze on you , then get into fetal position and DONT MOVE. don't try to get a peek either, you cannot see them, but they can see you. Your co-passengers will cajole you, ask you if you are alright, respond to questions very softly, if you speak even a bit loud, your future doesn't look bright. 8. Finally after 8 PM the ticket collector arrives, he is the only person who is himself at all times, if you are in trouble, ask for him on the helpline number. He will ask you for your ticket, pls note that you should keep your ticket in your pockets not your bags, they have a habit to steal your stuff, when that runs out, there is no certainty that you will be dead when they steal your intestines. When you show him the ticket almost instantly your dinner will arrive, you should eat it quickly. 9. It is of outmost importance that you avoid falling asleep while eating, even we don't know why people start feeling drowsy, but we do know what lies behind the temptation to sleep, you are encouraged to talk with anyone you see, even the laughing slender figures, don't let them notice that you can see their pair(s) of eyes on their face, just laugh at their jokes, and again do not fall asleep. 10. It is now 9:16 pm and you are being served ice cream as dessert, take the chocolate flavor and nothing else, and if they give you any other flavor, give it to the slender figures, or else they wont go away. Once you had your ice cream try and going to sleep. You might hear screams and wailings of people but ignore all that, cover your head with the blanket and quietly call for the staff, they will take care of the noise. But ensure you are asleep by 10 PM or else you will inadvertently break the following rules, if you do fall asleep there are no more rules, all the danger is past. 11. Incase you do not fall asleep by 10 PM there is no need to pretend to be asleep, they know that you are awake, and now the hunt begins, you should not look out the window no matter what, just take your phone out and start playing games on it or listen to music, be nice and don't wake other passengers. You will then feel someone grab your arms and shake you violently, they will keep moaning and asking you not to look and ask for forgiveness, don't utter a single word, just keep yourself busy, it will leave when someone will come with a food cart. If you do however accidently look at it due to being shook hard, make a run for it, run until you find the ticket collector, he will calm you down and take you back to your seat , sit their and look at your seat, and at the window, and count the number of trains that pass by, and for each train that passes by, take one of your bags to the toilet leave it there, and return. Keep doing it until no train passes by for 6.5 mins 12. After that go to the first class coach, you will find a staff member, ask him if there is an empty coupe, if the staff member is carrying water bottles, you should just buy some water and drink it, if they are carrying anything else, get in the empty coupe. and try to sleep, it wont end until you sleep and wake up the next day. well lads, that was the whole set of rules for anyone who have survived till midnight, when we find anyone who survived beyond midnight , we will ask him/her about the rest of the night and make additional rules.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/153829t/is_this_your_first_time_in_an_overnight_train/

Ruleshorror

lostguide_4

Welcome to Green State Hospital!

We are sending you this letter to inform you that your appointment is during the last session of the day. Normally we avoid inviting patients in during this time, but we have been highly overbooked and can’t fit you in anywhere else. Your appointment is scheduled to end at 9:45pm. If you can remember the way you came in, you should be able to get out of the hospital in time, but if you are still on the premises by 10pm, we regret to inform you that you will have to stay overnight. If you do manage to find yourself in this unfortunate reality, DO NOT panic. Follow this simple guide to ensure you see the sun tomorrow.     1. Up until 12am, you have free roam over the whole hospital. Try to gather as many useful supplies as you can carry. We would recommend at least carrying water, bandages, and some sort of sharp object. 1.1 If you happen to stumble upon a swimming pool during these hours, leave the area as quickly as possible. It should disappear soon. Do not take any supplies that may be lying by the pool. 1.2 If you find any bandage stained by a dark purple liquid, DO NOT TOUCH IT. It has already been used.   2. This hospital does not contain any analogue clocks. You can only rely on digital clocks to keep track of the time. If you see an analogue clock, do not give it any attention. 2.1. If you see a large, old grandfather clock with a strange purple aura at the end of a long hallway, go back the way you came. The hallway is a dead end.   3. By 12am, you MUST be within the central ward. We strongly encourage to try to get here about 15 minutes early to ensure your safety. 3.1 If you fail to be within the central ward by 12am, there is still some time. Run as fast as you possibly can towards the ward. Ignore any sounds you hear. Do not look at any surfaces. 3.2 If somehow you are still alive and not in the central ward by 12:05, you won't be alive for much longer. By this point the hospital has transformed into something entirely different, and all hope of escape is lost. We are sorry.   4. There are 3 entrances into the central ward: The north entrance, the east entrance and the west entrance. Make sure the doors at each of these entrances are shut. 4.1 In the event that one of these doors is ajar, DO NOT approach it. Shut the next closest door to the entrance and barricade it. If this door has windows, it would be in your best interest to cover those up too.   5. Until 4am, you must keep walking. Do not stay still for more than 2 minutes at a time. Do not fall asleep.   6. You will quickly find yourself becoming extremely thirsty. Your supplies may last you about an hour at most, but after that you’ll need to enter some of the operating rooms to get more water. 6.1 If you enter a room and the curtain is pulled, calmy leave the room, making as little noise as possible.   7. All our rooms are named in the format \[Letter\]\[Number\]. The numbers range from 1-8. If you see a room with any other number, ignore it. 7.1 If you find a door with the room name scratched out, DO NOT APPROACH. No matter how loud the whispers get. 7.2 If the door starts to open by itself, run. Do not stop running until you have turned at least 3 corners, 5 if you want to be safe. You will hear it running behind you, but don’t scream, that will only make it run faster. 7.3 If you run into a dead end, proceed with rule 12.   8. If a Staff member approaches you asking for directions to the south entrance, point towards the wall directly behind them. Do not say anything to it. Do not watch it leave. 8.1 Staff members may not be in a great mood after a long day of work and may try to hurt you, even if you follow the rules exactly. They won’t do much harm. Any injuries sustained from them can be treated with bandages. 8.2 If the Staff member has a dark purple stain on its shirt, make sure to smile when you point.   9. When inside the hospital rooms, if the curtain is not pulled, first make sure there are no windows. If there are windows, exit the room, wait at least 5 minutes then enter again. Please keep in mind rule 5 while waiting. If the room still has a window when you enter again, leave immediately. Do not enter it a third time. 9.1 If the room contains any mirrors, it is still safe to enter, but do not turn your back to the mirror. Make sure you keep track of where the door was. 9.2 Do not take too much from each room. You don’t want someone to notice.   10. When leaving a room, you may suddenly feel breathing on the back of your neck. Do not move a muscle. The breathing should stop slowly. Once it is completely gone, you are safe to open the door and leave. 10.1 If the breathing stops suddenly, exit the room as quickly as possible. Do not come back to that room. You may find that same room appearing in other locations. Wherever it is, DO NOT enter that room. If you do, you will never leave. 10.2 If you move before the breathing stops, proceed with rule 12.   11. There is no such thing as the south entrance. If you find yourself in the south entrance, proceed with rule 12.   12. This rule should only be followed as a last resort. Keep in mind you will never find yourself in that situation unless you have done something very wrong. Take the sharp object you obtained at the start and use it to slit your throat. The blood should be enough to distract whatever got you to this point, and your life should end very quickly. Just pray that death takes you before they do.     If you have managed to survive until 4am (with Rule 2 in mind), you can now breathe a sigh of relief, as most of the danger has now been avoided. But don’t get too comfortable yet; it is still not safe outside the central ward and the threat is not completely over.     13. Almost all the operating rooms will now be safe to enter, so feel free to try to get some rest. We advise against falling asleep, but if you are desperate, use the digital clock found in each room to set an alarm which will give you enough time to be out of the room before 6am. 13.1 If you have had an experience with Rules 9 or 10.1 which prevent you from entering a certain room, you may still not enter them.   14. Any strange noises you hear while walking the corridors during these hours can be ignored. You can pretend they aren’t real if it makes it easier.   15. There is a chance you may see a Staff member during this time. It should nod and smile, so smile back. It is unlikely one will harm you if you don’t, but after coming this far it’s best to be on the safe side. 15.1 If it does not greet you in any way, don’t attempt to greet or make eye contact with it.   16. By 6am you must not be inside any operating room. If you are absolutely sure it is 6am, proceed to one of the three entrances and exit the central ward. You will probably meet some staff members coming in on their way to work, so feel free to ask them if you can’t remember the way. 16.1 Make sure you exit the central ward before attempting to ask for directions.     We understand if you are reluctant to continue visiting Green State Hospital after this experience, but remember we are only delivering this letter as a precaution. We will do all we can to help you exit the hospital in time, but please understand our staff members have to take this risk every day, and if it comes down to it, they will not stick around to help you escape. Thank you for choosing Green State Hospital!

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/153629t/welcome_to_green_state_hospital/

Ruleshorror

ABeepDuck

Welcome to Variant Oaks: Meet the Green Goat

Variant Oaks Resident Orientation Welcome to your new home. For those of you who were brought here with a literal bag over your head, you are now the newest inhabitant of Variant Oaks. Variant Oaks is a special housing community for anomalies managed by the Olim Anomaly Collective.   You probably have a lot questions which this prerecorded video will answer. First, in a world filled with false deities and wizards what qualifies an anomaly? There is no set definition since it impossible to completely categorize beings that defy common sense. A new resident typically has at least three of the following characteristics: • Strange powers that they cannot control • Compulsions that cause them to be a danger to both themselves or others • An inhuman appearance that may not even qualify as humanoid • The false belief that they are not human Second, what is the Collective? The Collective is a Canaanite government organization dedicated to researching all branches of science including the etheric. An important part of our remit is the collection and rehabilitation anomalous entities such as yourself. Our goal is to reintegrate you as a functional member of society.   Third, who is the handsome man speaking to me? I am Eli- ESCAPE ATTEMP DETECTED. CALMING ELECTRIC SHOCK ADMINISTERED. PLEASE REMAIN IN YOUR SEAT DURING THE ENTIRE VIDEO. VOLTAGE WILL INCREASE WITH EVERY MOVEMENT MADE. -sha Hasmonean, chief scientist and site manager of Variant Oaks.   The lovely woman who bashed in your head and dragged you here is Deborah Hasmonean. She is the lead agent at Variant Oaks whose job it is to punish any residents who cause trouble. So be on your best behavior!   There are three kinds of residents at Variant Oaks. Type Greens are former anomalies who have completed the process and now contributing citizens of Canaan. They live at Variant Oaks as Resident Assistants whose job it is to guide you through journey here. Esther is responsible for those who live in the yellow zone.   Type Yellows are people who sincerely want to be rehabilitated but have not yet either gained control of their powers or compulsions. Therefore, it is not safe for them to leave Variant Oaks until they have received appropriate training and mental health services.   The red zone is for our more aggressive residents who have yet to see the light so to speak. They are not yet on board the path to self-improvement and regularly attack other residents or members of staff. Azazel is the RA assigned to deal with Type Reds.   Every day there will be a supply drop that will include freshly cooked meals prepared by our master class chefs. We will accommodate any foods requests or diets that do not involve human meat or bodies. Your house will have a high-end computer with restricted internet access that you can use to order goods, communicate with other residents/staff, or ask for renovations to make your house feel more like a home!   However, we do not expect you spend all your time cooped up in your house. The Collective hosts many bonding and mentally stimulating events. While participation is not mandatory, refusal to attend any gathering may be construed as anti-social behavior.   You are also welcome to visit any neighbors you have made friends with during our little shindigs. Just make sure you have their and the Collective’s permission first.   All our residents have simple files accessible through your console. You are encouraged to read not just your file, but all your neighbor’s files as well. These files will better prepare you put your best foot forward when you interact with others.   I know this is a big transition for you. The sooner you accept this is your new life the sooner you can get better. There are only two paths forward for you: rehabilitation or execution.   We caught you once and we can do it again so do not attempt escape. Variant Oaks is located in the middle of a large desert so there is nowhere for you to run. We at the Collective are proud of our 70% rehabilitation rate.   If you have lived long enough to see the end of this video than it means you will probably survive your times at Variant Oaks!   Neighbor’s Name: Azazel – The Green Goat Resident Status: Green Description: This neighbor is an accomplished shapeshifter with no set form. Its default form is a huge botanical goat/human hybrid. Often approximately 7 meters from tail to horns its locomotion usually take place on all fours but it sometimes switches to walking on two legs like a human. Its wooden limbs shift size to accommodate this change in movement. Its face resembles a human’s that has been stretched out to fit a goat skull. Their green eyes resemble humans except for their pupils which are horizontal like a goat’s. Azazel’s skin is purple and covered with a thick green fur that covers all of its body except for its wooden limbs, tail, and face.   Azazel is aware its appearance can be off putting so it will take on a human guise to interact with others. Its human forms vary greatly depending on the ethnicity of the human it is conversing with. One thing all its forms will have in common are its goatlike eyes and green hair. This is not a limitation of its abilities, but a request from The Collective. This is part of our initiative to have all anomalies to be easily recognizable.   History: Azazel first appears in the historical record over 5,000 years ago and was already considered ancient. It appeared before the founder of people, Abraham, to mock him and his new religion. It hoped to destroy his faith as had disproved every religion before his. However, in its effort to disprove the existence of the Almighty it mathematically proved his existence. Having never been proven wrong by a mortal before it begged Abraham to join his tribe. Our founder accepted and Azazel earned the title The First Convert.   The First Convert lived amongst Abraham’s descendants and followers for generations. It would ritualistically devour the sins of the Canaanites through consuming a ram that symbolized their accumulated failings. For a time, there was peace until the false gods of the middle continent took notice the growing nation Canaan. Angered by the loss of worship and seeming disrespect, the Chaldean gods marched upon Canaan with their armies.   The Green Goat scattered their armies the way wind scatters chaff. It devoured not only the false idols and their armies, but any who worshipped them. Neither women nor children were spared Azazel’s wrath. He devoured over five million souls in a single night. That might not seem like much now, but in ancient times that was the vast majority of people who resided in the middle continent. Disgusted by the goat’s bloodlust, our ancestors exiled him. The Green Goat spent the last 5,000 years wondering the earth causing miracles and mayhem in every continent.   Recently it has asked to be let back into the fold after the Collective was founded. Due to its immense power and usefulness, it was decided to allow it to join the Collective on a provisional basis. Now it is the resident advisor for all those who live in the red zone of Variant Oaks.   Rules for interaction: 1. Never lie to Azazel. It can taste lies and finds them offensive. If you are asked a question you are uncomfortable answering give a generic excuse such as “I’m not comfortable discussing that now”, “I need to check with the Collective before I can answer”, or “That is too personal.” 2. While Azazel has never killed another resident outside of pre-established Collective protocols, everyone it considers rude has died unceremoniously. Due to its ability to warp reality, it is impossible know if the Green Goat killed them or if Variants Oaks is just that dangerous without their protection. 3. The Green Goat is responsible for administering all healthcare to residents regardless of their zone. If it doesn’t like you, it will probably refuse to treat you. While the Collective provides first-rate healthcare in all its neighborhoods, the Green Goat is our best bio-manipulator. You will receive noticeably worse treatment from a standard Collective physician. 4. The Green Goat may often ask you for favors. These favors may take the form donating blood, hair, or other body parts. You are welcome to agree to these requests if you desire. Azazel will always make the extraction of samples painless and regenerate any lost pieces for you. 5. Azazel will not be offended if you say no as long as you do so politely. Some potential phrases you can use are “I want to check with the Collective first”, “I don’t know you well enough,” or “Maybe another time”. Just make sure to never use a lie when turning it down. 6. If you do Azazel a favor then it will want to reward you. It is unwise to refuse outright but is also dangerous to accept without clarifying what kind of favor that is being offered. Azazel’s idea of helpful and what even other anomalies think is helpful often diverge wildly. 7. If Azazel lets you choose what the gift is, the safest option is to ask it to make a meal for you. The Green Goat uses magic to enhance the taste of its cooking. Even the Queen regularly asks him to prepare feasts for special events. If you are not hungry ask for your meal to go or have him deliver a meal to a friend. a. Lead Agent Deborah’s Addendum: If you don’t know any of your neighbor’s yet, I am always happy to receive a meal from the Devourer of Sins. 8. If he doesn’t let you choose the gift then it is best to either accept his offer and bring it in to be examined or tell Azazel to run it by the Collective first. We will consult with you and it to determine if the gift is in your best interest. Azazel won’t be offended if you ask to involve us. Azazel has read their own file and knows it is protocol. 9. The Green Goat may present those that it likes an innocuous sounding offer. If Azazel ever tells you that it can free you from ego, suffering, to take you a pure land, or any similar sounding phrase reject it immediately in the strongest language possible. This is one of the few times it is appropriate to be rude to Azazel. He would not make you this offer if he did not already like enough that a little crass language will make you a target. Accepting ends with The Green Goat devouring your soul which will free you from the cycle of life, death, and reincarnation but any soul that has come back from “The Pure Land” has been driven insane. No human’s mind can escape from Azazel’s stomach unscathed. 10. Never try to leave Variant Oaks without prior approval. Azazel is one the beings tasked with capturing residents who flee the neighborhood. Stopping escaped residents from causing harm outside is one of the few scenarios when Azazel has the Collective’s permission to devour other anomalies. Rehabilitation Goals: 1. Stop it from killing humans without reasonable justification. Status: Complete a. Lead Agent Deborah’s Addendum: Nonsense. Azazel stills regularly kills people without permission. It just does so more subtly now and we close our eyes because the Green Goat is useful. 2. Have The Green Goat use its knowledge and power for the good of the community. Status: Complete. [The Psychic Phantom](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15540wt/variant_oaks_meet_the_psychic_phantom/)

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1537b9n/welcome_to_variant_oaks_meet_the_green_goat/

Ruleshorror

daabraham

Rules for the School Library

Welcome to the Fleau School Library. We proudly boast one of the finest collections of original middle English and French books in the world, but with great power comes great responsibility and we find it necessary to set out some general guidelines for student expected behavior around these often irreplaceable artifacts. 1. In light of recent complaints from parents and janitors, we have instituted a new policy requiring all students to carry around a list of library rules at all times. These will be checked at the front door and entry will not be allowed without one. 2. If you are to misplace the list at any point while in the library, proceed to the nearest exit, do not rely on your memory.***2a. If you encounter Mrs. Laverne before leaving the library, you may ask her for another copy of the list and continue your visit.*** 3. No food or drink is allowed in the library. If you would like to eat and read, check out a copy and read it outside. 4. Always take a flashlight. 5. Close the drawers lining the desks after taking something out, if a drawer is open, do not sit at that desk. 6. Our staff consist of Ms. Beaufoy, Mr. Barreau, Mr. Noyor and Mr and Mrs. Poirot, ***and Mrs Laverne.***If you encounter any other person in the library, ***Unless they are wearing a student’s uniform***, walkaway from them quickly, refuse to engage them in speech. 7. ~~Report any sounds of distress to Ms. Beaufoy, do not go to investigate them~~. ***Please attempt to help any student who seems to be distressed, as the library can be a difficult place on your own.*** 8. The books do not like to be touched unnecessarily, if possible find what you need based on the spines. 9. If you enter the stacks with a friend and you become separated, leave the library, they will find their own way out. If they do not and you see them around campus, do not interact with them, report this to Mr. Barreau. 10. If the aisles of shelves seem to move on their own, turn your flashlight off, sit on the floor and remain motionless until the library forgets you’re there. No matter what you hear or feel around you, stay still, it is a preferable fate. ***11. When entering the reading room make sure to sit with your back facing the door.*** 12. Do not sit in a desk opposite of one already filled, if a student does this to you, close your book, and say, showing no fear, “That desk is for students only” 13. This list was printed out, if any entries appear non-standard disregard them. 14. Never forget, the library doesn’t want you there.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/152mtg2/rules_for_the_school_library/

Ruleshorror

Pelatty

Parlarma Mansion

“Hello, esteemed traveler! You may call me Erm. Welcome to the Parlarma Mansion! You must be tired after your long journey thus far. Please, do come in.” “Ms. Traveler, what are yo-“ 7 hours later The traveler wakes up inside the mansion with Erm right next to her. “You’ve been out for a while. I’ve taken the liberty of patching up your extremely serious wounds.” The traveler tries to move around. “Whoa, whoa, hold it miss. Don’t move around too much. You had 2 bullet wounds and giant gash on your back.” The traveler feels around her body and feels the fresh sensation of the patched up wounds. “Look, I don’t know where you got those wounds, but if I had to guess, you’re being pursued by the Sellers, right?” The traveler hesitantly nods her head. “This is really bad, you know? You already have a bounty on your head, and now you just dragged me and all the people in this manor into your situation too.” “I’m so-“ “There’s no need to apologize, esteemed traveler. We have defense systems in place. But, you have to follow some rules first. Those rules will help you (and us) fight off those damn assassins. Those rules will also help you around the mansion.” 1. Be very careful when you exit this room. I’ve installed booby traps in the hallway. I’ll help you along the way, just be cautious. 2. Do NOT ever go outside. You don’t know what’s out there. The creatures that reside here are strong, really strong. Not to mention, we have armed guards on patrol and mounted machine guns. 3. I’ll recite who and what the Sellers are again, so that you have an idea on how to fight them. They’re an organization of assassins who, at the right price, will complete any mission successfully. They have a 0-fail mission and they intend on keeping it that way. Since their latest mission is apparently you, they will mostly be fixated on you. They won’t be paying attention to us, so we should be able to go shoot them down with relative ease. Your only objective is to not get caught. 4. If you do end up getting forced to go outside and you encounter one of the creatures, use your gun. They may be powerful, but their durability is still bound to nature’s laws. 5. If you encounter one of the Sellers, do what you gotta do and kill them, using any means possible. Like literally break this mansion if you want. Survival should always be everyone’s number 1 priority. 6. If you encounter a Seller with a red mark on their chest, do not engage in close ranger combat. They are beefed up with some Steve Rogers type super steroid and will easily break you. As always, your rifle is your best friend. 7. If you encounter a creature which has a black haze coming out of it, USE THE JOESTAR SECRET TECHNIQUE. I’m not kidding. That creature has an extremely contagious disease, and it and whatever pathogens in it will die rather quickly. Don’t waste your bullets on it and stay as far away as possible from that creature. 8. Do not enter the basement, rooftop, or top floor. We have heavily armed guards stationed there, and their only orders are to shoot anything that tries to enter there on sight, no matter whether it’s a creature, a robot, or a damn baby. 9. Strength is always in numbers. Don’t ever be on your own, especially since I laced this mansion with booby traps.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/152pvvj/parlarma_mansion/

Ruleshorror

Dense_Resort_6975

Victoria's Hotel page 2.

Rule 22: The spa is open between 7 p.m. and 11 p.m. Don’t go in at any other time. Those things will drag you into the water and drown you to death. Rule 22a: If the hot tub has an exclamation mark, don’t go in, or you will die a painful death being boiled alive by the "water". Rule 23: The water park doors sometimes change color. Here is what to do according to their color: Brown: It is completely safe to enter. There should be a few lifeguards on duty to make sure no one drowns. Green: It is not completely safe, and with dangers lurking around, there should be a few lifeguards and security members around. Don’t go in the pools that are tinted red. You will be torn apart by the hands that lurk inside. Ignore the pools that look like an endless pit; you will be dragged down to your death. Also, if the windows appear as a pitch-black void, IMMEDIATELY alert security to close the blinds. They're there for a reason. ***Ignore the bodies in the water; you do not recognize them.*** Red: DO NOT enter for any reason, no matter how loud the screaming and begging is, unless you want to be the one screaming. Ş̸͕̈́̊̋͘a̴͈̍̌̑͠f̸̗̄͂e̷̞͖̍̽̇͗ẗ̸͇̺́͑ͅẙ̷̫͎̺͐̑ ̴̩̓ͅȧ̶̗̼̘́n̷̟̗̽͜ḍ̴̱̼̰́̚̚ ̷̩̦̂͑̈́e̸̛̦̟͆̈͝m̷̳̜̦̩͐b̶̦̝̟̀̀̈͜r̴̨̲̀̊̀ä̷̦̮̟͉́c̸̰͍̄͂̊ê̴̹͜ ̷̘̤͑̀͝ͅl̵̢̦̓̄̈́̍ị̴̫̤̖̉͝e̴̗̘̺̊͒s̵̢̰̓̂ ̸͍̳̞̝͑̾̒̎w̶͉̺̰̖̅i̸̩̯̙̎t̵̜̣̼̐̋̈́͘h̸̄͘ͅì̶̭͋̆n̷̢̪̿ ̷̱͕̌̎t̶͎̼͒̋̂̈h̵̞̻͕͆͑̇́e̵̼͚̱͗͌̐̚ ̸̦̰͍̍̉͆̔r̶̳̈̎͊è̸̪͇͘d̶̘̦̤̞͒̔ ̸̝̎͛ḷ̴̡̣̂̿͜͝i̵͚̾̅̕g̶̨͙̰͍͒̈́͗͠ḫ̵͇̯̟̃ẗ̵̼́̽̓ Black: You have a 3-second head start to run before those things burst down the door and pursue you. Don’t let them catch you, or you will suffer a painful death being ripped apart. Rule 24: If you hear a voice from nowhere and if it sounds wrong in any way, RUN. If you hear them, they've already heard you. They look like tall, pale humanoids with glowing white eyes, so don't get them mixed up. Don’t try to overpower them. They are too strong for you. Those who have been caught their corpses were never found, just blood and guts. Rule 25: Don’t forget to come take a look at our gallery filled with beautiful paintings! Don't touch them; you will be dragged into the ***VOID***. Rule 26: If you hear loud breathing behind the door, do not open it. A terrible fate awaits you behind the door. Wait for the sound to stop. Rule 27: If the hallway lights start flickering, ***IMMEDIATELY*** get out of the hallways and get inside a room to hide in. It likes to speed through the halls. People who have been caught have never left a single trace, not even a drop of blood. Rule 28: In some rooms, we like to leave welcome baskets by the bed. We like to fill them with candies, drinks, sandwiches, and chocolate. The color should only be brown or dark brown; if you see any other color, you need to leave the room quickly and request a new room. Rule 29: At night, if you see that the sky has turned red, ***IMMEDIATELY*** look away and cover yourself with a blanket. Ignore any noise you hear coming from the window. And whatever you do, ***DO NOT REMOVE THE BLANKET***. Cleaning up the mess took a while. Rule 30: Avoid the pitbull you see wandering the halls. We don't have one. If it catches you, you will be brutally ripped apart and mangled beyond recognition. Despite it appearing to be a "Normal" dog. Rule 31: Each floor has 100 rooms. Don’t go into any room exceeding that number. (1200 rooms only, including rooms used by guests). Rule 32: If the air suddenly gets cold, ***DO NOT*** move. It can't see you, but it can hear you very well. Rule 33: Don’t enter any door labeled “The basement” we don’t have a basement. People who have entered have been heard screaming in agony. Rule 34: If you enter a room that looks like a modern hotel with neon lights everywhere, You're quite lucky but not invincible; don't do something stupid. Neon rooms are present in rooms ending with 99. Surprisingly enough, room 666 is also a neon room. Here is a list of rooms that are neon: Room 1, Room 9, Room 33, Room 55, Room 69, Room 78, Room 99, Room 199, Room 299, Room 365, Room 399, Room 414, Room 499, Room 555, Room 599, Room 666, Room 699, Room 799, Room 899, Room 941, and Room 999. If the room is neon but isn’t on this list, it's a trap made by the red light to fool you, lure you in, and rip you to shreds. For some reason, this only happens in rooms 1–999. Rule 35a: DO NOT enter the room if the ceiling light’s are red. This also applies for other rooms. Ś̵͍ả̷̡̞̖f̶̩̑ĕ̴̱̝̘͊t̴̬̺̂͝͠y̴̘͖̍ ̴͒͜â̵̪͓̯̆n̸̜̰̼̆̑d̸̡̉̄ ̶̻͇́̂͝c̶̺͓̳̚o̶̧͔̙͌͛̉m̸̟̊͊͘f̵͖͐̂̀ó̵̘̙̈́r̴̖̮̄ͅt̴̼̩̆͐ ̴̧̣̻͒̊į̸͙̃͊s̶͔̖̈́̉͘ ̵̧̺̏̓ẁ̴̪̜̗͝í̷̞̩̯̍͊t̷̢̜̰̉́̄h̷̳͛͜i̶̳̮͆n̸̳̅ ̴̹̲́t̸̢̬̔̿̿h̸̦̭̀͝e̴͇̊̀͛ ̵͍͔͎̅̂̋ṟ̴̥̗̔̿̋ẹ̶̫̙̍͝d̷̯̙͎̉ ̸͚̩͎̈́́ľ̵͇͓͆í̷̩̞͔̆͝g̷̢͖̒̽ẖ̶̭͛t̷̩̝̏̀ ̵̛͔̻͕͂ȅ̷͈̎͋m̸̗̖͌͆̕b̴̹̩̝͒̈́̕ŗ̷͕͉̇̆͝a̸̧͝ć̵̨͔͌͠ė̸̗͇̮̾ ̴̡̦̗̐͝͝ḯ̴̭̕t̸͓̱́͊̕ ​ *As you finish reading the book, you laugh, thinking this must be some kind of sick joke they’re trying to play on you. You head toward the front desk to request a key. The person at the front desk is wearing a nametag that says Bob. You then ask him for a key, and he gives you the key to room 1134. You politely thank him and go on your way. You reach the elevator and press the button for floor eleven. You feel as if someone is behind you, but you think nothing of it. You reach your destination. You reach room 1134. As a joke, to see if the rules are legitimate, you knock on the door. Surprisingly, you hear a knockback. You remember one of the rules and immediately sprint away to the elevator. You hear the door burst open and roar through the hallways. You reach the elevator just in time and press for floor 1. Thankfully, the door closed in time. You can see the dents in the elevator door as the beast bangs on it repeatedly. You rush out of the elevator and sprint through the halls. The monster has come back. For some reason, it seems to be ignoring everyone else. It’s just targeting you. Finally, you make it back to the lobby. You're out of breath. The monster leaves you alone and turns into a black fog, disappearing. You request Bob for another room, and he gives you room 399. You thank him and walk away. "This is going to be a long week," you say to yourself. You make it your room. When you open it, you're surprised to see that instead of the 1920s red and gold aesthetic, Instead, it looks like a modern hotel room with neon lights everywhere. The ceiling lights seem to be pink and blue. You consider yourself lucky. And rest on the bed.*

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/152e5mc/victorias_hotel_page_2/

Ruleshorror

Crimsonwanderer0

Guide of Working as a Maid at GrandValley Orphanage Episode 1, The Life of a Worker

Greetings. I am Mrs. Neverland. The founder of this orphanage. I see you are a new maid here. I have a guide that you can follow and you'll be alright. You also have a list of rules you must follow precisely. Then on your shift, you'll be great! Please read the guidelines down this paper. -Mrs. Neverland MAID GUIDE A1 | When starting your shift, you will be given a shift card. It has your face, name, age, and description. Your other co-workers have this. Do not lose your shift card. Nobody will recognize you and will not acknowledge you. A2 | All your co-workers are peers and friends. They will help you when you start. Treat them with respect and kindness. The people who didn’t follow this, have been missing or left unknowingly. A3 | You and your co-workers have a staff room with a room for all, a bathroom, and a table with a coffee cup and a cookie container. Take these when you need them. They are completely unlimited and fresh to eat and drink. A4/3| In the morning, you always have to serve milk. The milk that is red is spoiled. The milk that is pink is fresh. Always take the red one for the ones who have twitching eyes. It is for those who don’t seem like them. Always give the pink one to the kids who seem normal. A4/4 | In the evening, you always serve orange juice or chocolate milk. Serve the orange juice during Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Chocolate milk is served Tuesday, and Thursday. Follow this routine and you'll always be safe. A5 | At night, when all the children is tucked in and in a room, you must ALWAYS close the door. Some kids have gone missing or taken away by THEM. A6 | Always close and lock the door of the bedroom hallways. Always lock the balcony doors so that they don’t come in. A7 | You might heat screaming or stabbing noises. IGNORE IT. IT IS COMPLETELY NORMAL. A8 | When the telephone rings, answer it and if it’s a parent who wants to take their own child back, politely say that they are calling the wrong number. If the phone starts glitching, hang up and cover the telephone with a cloth from the garden shed. A9 | Always close the blinds/curtains at night exactly during 8pm. Do the same for 6am. If you don’t do this, you might hear whispers and see mysterious figures appear uninvited. IGNORE IT. YOU ARE JUST HALLUCINATING. A10 | During midnight, when you are in the bathroom, you might see a complete copy of yourself behind you in the mirror. Do not make direct eye contact and break eye contact and look down. They are here. They are just visitors who want to see you. A11 | When the alarm of a flood goes off during midnight, get all of the orphans to the bunker and lock the door and leave the children who are shaking. THEY ARE NOT THEM. A12 | When the fire alarm goes off, evacuate all of the orphans out. Even the ones who shake. To know what alarm it is, (Fire alarm, flood, gas leak, etc.) the intercom will say so and then you’ll know. A13 | When you are cleaning the orphanage, never EVER go in the attic and / or basement. To those who do, have mysteriously died or have not been seen. A14 | When the telephone rings and static comes out, they are visiting the orphanage. You must clean every nook and cranny of the orphanage. They like to see how special they are. A15 | Never go on the balcony past children's bedtime. They will push you off the balcony and land you in the lake and you won’t survive. This only happens during the weekend. A16 | During the weekend, you will always go for a picnic. Always grab the cakes and cupcakes any grab any drink. Those days, eating is optional. But it’s only when it’s for the daily activities. During dinner and breakfast for the weekend, the routine is the SAME. A17 | Me or the co-founder will call your name. Never go to the room past bedtime. It is not me. A18 | During daily activities, when it is class time, you might see already drawn pictures or words on the chalkboard. It is just the visitors. They like to play with things. A19 | In the morning, always give the orphans their pre-scripted medication. Same for you. You should take your pre-scripted medication so that your day can move smoothly. A20 | In the high cabinets, we have all the medication we need. If one isn’t pre-scripted by a doctor or therapist, immediately throw it out and continue your day. They have put it in there. A21 | They might play little pranks in the orphanage. Do not tell them to stop. They are doing this because they are allowed too. A22 | Lastly, NEVER TOUCH PAINTINGS IN THE ORPHANS' ROOMS. YOU WILL BECOME THEM ​ … *You finished reading the Worker guidelines. You were very confused, but followed the rules. One day, you decided to go in the library. You saw a book called “The Life of an Orphanage Worker”. You opened the book.. it was by one of the veteran workers of GrandValley Orphanage.* … Hello Reader. You might be reading this and be confused. “My shift has been going perfect during times. Will this describe mine?”. Well... no. This is a story about me and my experiences working here. Enough blabber. Let’s just start. CHAPTER ONE: MY FIRST DAY I woke up in my bed, it was 30 minutes before my shift would commence at GrandValley. I got ready and wore the assigned uniforms. They were needed. I left for the orphanage and arrived. “Hello! Are you the new Maid working here?” Somebody said. It was one of my co-workers. “Yeah. I'm new here..I've read the guidelines. I don’t need a lecture.” I'd Laugh. ”Haha! Newcomers always say that. Anyways, you are just in time before the orphans wake up! I don’t think they explained your Maid Comms. They have an app for messaging other co-workers, and it has any news. It also has any work-plans you can claim.“ The unknown co-worker would look at you. ”Oh! Alright. Should I tell the other workers I’m starting my shift?” I'd ask. ”Sure. You can.” The worker would say. 'I checked the maid comms and claimed for giving out beverages. I said I would start my shift. All of the other workers greeted me. I don't know what’s so creepy about this place.' I shouldn't have said that. I didn't know what was coming. 7:00 AM, BREAKFAST I served out beverages to the orphans. It was really normal until I heard a scream. ”MORE MILK. MORE MILK.” I went to see it was an orphan twitching their eye. I gave them a cup of spoiled milk and they chugged it. After they finished, I was serving other orphans. They made strong eye contact with me. ”Can I help yo-“ I'd cut myself off after.. The orphan leaped onto my stomach and starting scratching my face. I immediately screamed until I fainted ​ … *That was the end of Chapter one.*

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/152gcjv/guide_of_working_as_a_maid_at_grandvalley/

Ruleshorror

Lilbugthecutie

Welcome To West Stratton Hotel.

Hello, I am the manager of the West Stratton Hotel. You will have a set of rules that must be followed at all times, which will be listed on this note. Since this is your first shift, you must keep this note with you for at least a week until you get used to the rules. These may sound weird, or stupid, but do follow them at all costs. Rule 1: Treat all guests and coworkers with respect. If you show behavioural issues, you will be taken to the vice manager. You do *not* want to meet him; those who have never came back. Rule 1A: All of our employees have assigned uniforms. You are in the room service department. If any of your coworkers’ uniforms are slightly off,*turn around and walk in the other direction immediately.* Inform someone of a higher rank of this. They are NOT employees. Rule 2: If you answer one of the phones and hear the sound of static, hang up immediately. If the phone doesn’t ring again, you are safe. If it rings again, leave the building immediately. Rule 3: DO NOT go near the pool past dark. They will grab and drag you under. Rule 4: Don’t go past floor 7 on the elevator. Nobody knows where the people who broke this rule went. Rule 5: If the lights start to flicker, leave the building immediately. If you are not out by the time they turn off, refer to Rule 9. Rule 6: There is no ballroom. If you see a door claiming to be a ballroom, put up one of our do not enter signs and go on with your shift. Rule 7: You may hear me or another manager call your name. If this happens between 4:00-4:30 walk the other way. We are on lunch break during that time. Rule 8: You may notice one of the paintings on the wall disappear or move. Don’t let them see you look at them. They are not paintings. Rule 9: Find a room to lock yourself in within 5 minutes and find a hiding spot. Once you do, pray. This wards them off. Rule 10: Don’t stay past your shift, you clock out at 7:00. We are not responsible for any injury or death. If you break these rules it is on your own accord. Whether on purpose or on accident, just hope they have mercy on you.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/151ytmt/welcome_to_west_stratton_hotel/

Ruleshorror

No_Alternative_2707

Rules of working nightshift

Hi! Welcome to your first ever nightshift, before we get started please read the rules. It would prove life or death. I hope you enjoy your night shift. Have fun! 1. Don't come late, it could cost you and us money. 2. Always remember to clock in, if you see something out the corner of your eye don't. 3. If you're sick let us know. Doples come out at night. 4. If you see someone else that looks like you, turn your light off and slowly back away. 5. If someone tries to break in use your company issued gun, each bullet will come out of your wage. 6. If you see a person on the floor put the building on lockdown. 7. If you see clumps of flesh a dople is shfting shoot and kill it. 8. If you smoke on company grounds you'll be fined up to £600 9. If you hear screams ignore them it's too late for them. 10. Don't be noisy doples hearing is better than humans. 11. If a dople runs at you run away quickly. Don't kill it's not vunrable and again you'll be charge. 12. If you die the company won't be responsible for your death. We hope you have an amazing first shift. The management team.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/151z0d3/rules_of_working_nightshift/

Ruleshorror

BLIXER_609

Rules for the Nightmare

Welcome, dreamer! You've been put inside a nightmare. Follow these rules and you'll be fine! 1: Don't look at the Almagimations. Refer to rule 8 if you do. 2: If you hear a bell, plug your ears. 3: If you see a different blanket when you "wake up", you're doomed. Hide under it when you hear footsteps. Refer to rule 8a if you don't hear footsteps. 3a: If you hear the door banging, stop hiding. You're safe for now. 4: By any means necessary, do not look in the mirror. You will be caught by an Almagimation. 5: Grab some Lego and spread them across the doorway. That's like a bear trap for the Almagimations. 6: If you hear banging on the window, open the blinds. Look away BEFORE opening it. 7: Check the "download" from time to time. That is how long you have to survive for. 8: So. You've been caught by an Almagimation. In about 5 seconds, you will die. 8a: You're gonna hear banging on the wall. Hide.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/151ppz9/rules_for_the_nightmare/

Ruleshorror

Huskydog_101

You Found A Hidden Manor In The Woods

"Greetings, weary traveler! I must say it is quite impressive of you to have found our manor deep in an absolutely massive wild forest! I'm the headmaid of this mansion, you can call me Mystia. We provide free meals, entertainment and a place to rest for sharp-eyed or just lucky travelers who happen to find our deliberately hidden manor in this forest! Feel free to stay until your wounds have healed, or until you wish to continue on your journey. Here we have spacious bedrooms, a dining hall, a rec room for entertainment, a huge garden for a touch of nature, a swimming pool and even an art gallery! However, this is nowhere near a normal manor, so there is a set of rules that you **MUST ALWAYS** follow to ensure your safety during your stay. Pay close attention to what I'm about to say okay. Though I doubt you would be able to remember everything, so guess I'll write you a note later. **General Rules:** **1.** Do not stay for more than one week. If you don't leave after 7 days, you belong to us. **2.** Do not leave the manor by yourself. Tell a maid if you want to leave, we will escort you out. **Do not try to open the main gate.** You wouldn't want to mess with *The fabrics of reality*. **3.** Do not try to open (or close) any doors in the mansion except your own room. All doors will be open 24/7. If one is closed, accept that it is closed. I won't be there fast enough to save you from *Whatever are behind closed doors*. **3A.** If you accidentally close an otherwise open door, do not try to reopen it, *Whatever are behind closed doors* are already behind it. Instead inform a maid and they will open it for you. The only door you can use is your room door! **4.** Never leave your room door open. If you do, you are giving *Whatever are behind closed doors* the perfect chance to lurk inside. **5.** Everything you need is on the first floor and the bedrooms are on the second floor. The third floor is inaccessible. If you go upstairs when you are on the second floor, you will get stuck between the second floor and the third floor forever. **6.** We serve food 24/7. Just ask for it, but never question the ingredients of the food you are served. **7.** We absolutely **DO NOT** have a library or a basement. If you happen to see one, do not enter and quickly inform a maid and they will come to close the doors. *The fabrics of reality* wants to mess with you. **8.** Do not call maids over, unless you know their names. Instead walk up to them if you ever need anything. Never disrespect them either. All maids have their personal scissors and won't hesitate to use them. **8A.** Calling a maid’s name will cause them to try to get to you by the fastest method possible (even teleportation). You can learn a maid’s name by gaining enough trust with them or through the manor’s owner. Remember, my name is Mystia. **9.** If you see a maid without their headwear, **IMMEDIATELY** call my name. Do not look at their face. Their blank, soulless eyes will quickly fill you with suicidal thoughts. **10.** In the rec room we have all kinds of recreation, including a TV, a billiard table, and board games! However, do not ever touch the old phonograph in the corner of the room. If you do, your death will come with a harmonic tune. **11.** If the phonograph suddenly turns on and plays a weirdly nostalgic song, **IMMEDIATELY** leave the room and inform a maid. Leave *What's in the past*, in the past. **12.** When in the garden, you may pick flowers. However, do not pick up anything red. The blood in your veins will get attracted to it, and might burst out from the tips of your fingers. **13.** Ignore *The gardeners*, we do not have gardeners. Do not touch or talk to them, unless you want to become one yourself. **14**. Also ignore *The white wisteria tree*. We do have a wisteria tree but if you pay too much attention to it, it will think you are interested in it and start talking to you. If this happens, refer to rule **18**. **15.** The lake is a nice place to relax but do not go near it at night. If you happen to look at the lake when it's nighttime, make sure that you do not recognize *The bodies in the water*. **16.** The mansion closes at midnight but it is recommended that you be inside by sunset. *The thing lurking in the bushes* is hungry and you would be a perfect dinner. **17.** In case you get locked out at night, stand under the moonlight until dawn and try not to fall asleep. *The thing lurking in the bushes* is scared of the moon. If there is no moon, you're out of luck. Lay down and pray. **18.** If you hear any of the trees talking to you, **IMMEDIATELY** request to leave. Some of the trees are sentient and if you look closely, you can see pieces of bones in the ground near them. If *The white wisteria tree* talks to you, however, ask a maid to cut off one of your ears and leave it under the tree before leaving. **19.** Do not use the male changing room in the pool, we don't usually have men here and have been using it for... *Certain purposes*. Use the female one regardless of your gender. **20.** If you want to go swimming, make sure not to eat anything for at least 1 hour before entering the pool. We really don't know why. Those who did, we found them in *The bodies in the water* the following day. **21.** **EVERYTHING** in the gallery is sentient, so do not touch anything in there, no matter how charming they are. This includes but is not limited to paintings, sculptures, poems, sheet music,... We have secured most of the items with railings but be extra careful. If you ever touch anything, even accidentally, it's your fault. **22.** We do not exhibit *The Lady In Red*. Should you ever see a painting of a lady wearing red clothes, **IMMEDIATELY** call my name and **RUN** for your life. She will be chasing right after. Her clothes are not red, they are red stained. **22A.** If, for any reason, *The Lady In Red* does not attack you (refer to rule **5A** of the next section), you can look at it for as long as until your eyes start to hurt. A little longer and they will start to bleed. Shortly after that, they will explode. **Regarding The Owner:** If you see random butterflies even when indoors then it might be the appearance of this manor's owner, Koasa. She's an adorable girl. While she looks young, no one knows how long she has lived. She has red eyes and always wears a red hoodless cloak with a golden star-shaped pin on her chest. She is pretty chill and often jokes, but her words sometimes have weird hidden meanings. It is of course neccessary that you respect her, but feel free to treat her as a friend. If you get along with her enough she might even let you touch her. Being careful isn't extra though, little is known about her past. **1. THIS IS IMPORTANT:** Do not intentionally touch her star-shaped pin OR ask any question about it. If you decide to break this rule, ***YOU. WILL. WITNESS. HER. TRUE. POWER.*** **2.** If she appears without her star-shaped pin, do not say anything. Instead, close your eyes say "It's all over now", then open your eyes. You should see the pin on her chest again. If you still don't, pray that you are still in your dream. **3.** Refrain from mentioning the word "secret" when talking to her. It reminds her of *What's in the past*. **4.** Do not leave her alone or refuse to play with her. She decides when she wants to leave. She's lonely. **5.** If Koasa ever shows up in your dreams when you sleep at night, either as a figure in the background or interacting with you, it means that she is interested in you. However, if she appears hostile and attacks you in your dreams, **IMMEDIATELY** request to leave when you wake up. **5A.** If Koasa has showed up in your dream, you will no longer be attacked by *The Lady In Red*, if it ever appears (You still have to call me though). **Side Notes:** In some very rare cases travelers were seen to have been permitted by the owner to actually return to the manor. Said people can choose to return by saying or thinking "Yes" whenever they receive an invitation from Koasa in any shape or form, whether it's a letter or a voice in the mind. If this is your case, remember to still follow all of the above rules and most importantly, don't stay for more than a week. With that in mind, here is your room key. Don't lose it. Remember, you are the only human here, and my name is Mystia. Enjoy your stay!"

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1517qan/you_found_a_hidden_manor_in_the_woods/

Ruleshorror

Misuta_Kuripu

Rules for the Night Shift at the Ravensberg Motor Inn and Suites

To Whom It May Concern: Congratulations on your new job as the overnight clerk for The Ravensberg Motor Inn and Suites. By this time, the manager, Dan, will have showed you around, trained you on all the systems, filled you in on all your duties, etc. You should be settling down for your first night alone at this point. I went ahead and hid this note under the keyboard before I left, so hopefully you’re reading this now, because I’m 100% sure Dan didn’t fill you in on everything. Nice guy, but I’ve told him so many DAMN times, he’s gotta be open and honest or else turnover is gonna be a bitch and surprise, surprise, he never fucking listens. “Noooo, Vanessa, we can’t tell them THAT, nobody’ll ever take the job!” Well guess fucking what, Dan? Going in blind never stopped them from running out the front door screaming into the dark of night, did it? You know how many people we’ve hired only to lose them after a week? You know how short-staffed we are because Dan can’t fucking nut up and prepare people for this job? I’m so damn tired. Anyways, all that to say, you’re my new replacement and I felt a sort of duty to clue you in on how things go around here. Unlike Dan, I’m not of the mindset that experience is the best teacher. Not at this place. Go in knowing what to expect and you’ll be fine. Before I launch in to everything, I should note as wild as this place is, that’s not why I quit. My husband’s grandfather passed away and left an obscene amount of money in the will and now we get to live on the West Coast, retired at 35. It’s awesome. But all said and done, this is a good job and if ungodly amounts of money hadn’t dropped in my lap, I’d have worked here to a good ripe age. You’ll find the pay is actually a bit higher than average for a job like this, Dan’s actually a great guy (even if he does withhold information he shouldn’t), and everyone here is chill. Guests can be assholes, but good luck finding a job where that isn’t the case, right? Especially in the hospitality industry. All this to say, you’ve got a good job here and I promise you everything will be gravy. You’ve just gotta know a few rules first. Before I go into the specifics, I’m just gonna lay it all out for you; Rip off the proverbial band-aid, if you will. You’re gonna see ghosts. Yeah, I know, you don’t believe me, that’s fine. You will eventually. I don’t need you to believe me right now, I just ask that you hear me out. If you decide to write me off afterwards, you’re free to crumple up this note and toss it in the trash. If you do that though and later on wish that you didn’t, I’ve also left a copy on the computer in our Documents folder. You’re welcome. Now, as I said, you’re gonna start seeing ghosts. And I’m not talking about some fuzzy specter you might come across once in a blue moon at the end of the hallway. I’m talking a TON of ghosts. So many goddamn ghosts. Apparently, if you die here (You won’t, I promise), you stay trapped here. And a LOT of people have died here, apparently. I looked up how many hotels have ghosts and how many ghosts there are per hotel and you’d be lucky to find any with more than two or three at any given time. The Ravensberg has all of them beat. By a LOT. And they’re not shy at all. You’re gonna see ‘em. Dan’ll tell you it’s just from staying up all night in a creepy hotel off the interstate. Some people think we might have a gas leak somewhere and we’ve all just been going nuts for decades. Personally, I think it has something to do with the glowing green fissure in the basement that leads down to what some of my fellow employees have come to call “The Well of Spectral Torment” (Don’t go down in the basement, by the way). ANYWAYS, whatever the reason, you’re gonna start seeing ghosts. Now, it should come as a relief, these ghosts won’t hurt you. I don’t think they’re actually capable of it. What they CAN do is scare the ever-loving shit out of you, so pay attention to the following rules and you’ll save yourself a heart attack. Ready? Okay. 1. The ghost you’re gonna see the most is Maggie. In fact, if you look up while reading this, you might already see her. She’s an ancient old woman, wild white hair, in a nightgown. She looks like a giant mosquito sucked all of the blood out of her. Most of the time, she just sits in the lobby and stares out the window. Just leave her alone. She looks pretty senile, so you might be tempted to go over and help her. Don’t. She’s fine. And whatever you do, don’t fucking touch her. I did that once. She screamed and then erupted into a cloud of flies. Scared the bejesus out of me. So keep your hands to yourself. On rare occasions, she’ll come up to you and ask you if you’ve seen her baby. Contrary to most ghost rules you may have read, you can talk to her. Just tell her that her baby’s in Room 205 and she’ll shuffle off and you won’t see her again until your next shift. 2. So you’ve probably seen the Ballroom, if you can even legally call it that. Tiny dance floor, even tinier bar. Most of the time, it’ll be empty. But a few times a year, you might get some noise complaints from some of our guests. That’s because the ghosts love to throw the occasional rager in there. Just go to the entrance and tell them to knock it off. You’ll probably have to yell it and you’ll probably have to do it several times before they get annoyed with you, call you a kill joy and dissipate into the air. Now, they’re gonna invite you inside to party with them. Don’t do it. Don’t worry, they’re not gonna hurt you or anything. In fact, from what I understand, it’s a hell of a time. But partying ghosts are also kind of assholes. Our maintenance guy Ronnie once decided to throw caution to the wind and join in. He said it was the best time of his life, but they got him drunk as a skunk and he woke up by the pool the next morning, his head pounding, his clothes missing and with dicks drawn on his face in permanent marker. So best to just tell them to knock it off. 3. Absolutely, under NO CIRCUMSTANCES, ever rent out Room 175. EVER. Dan’s probably already told you this, but Dan really undersells the reason behind the NEVER EVER EVER part. I’m sure he told you there’s a weird smell in there that we can’t get out. The problem is some customers don’t mind weird smells and they’ll insist you rent it out to them and you might decide as long as the customer doesn’t care, it should be fine. IT IS NOT FINE. About a decade before I started working here, the Inn was unexpectedly filled up and some poor schmuck talked the night clerk into renting him the room; Said he didn’t mind a bad smell for one night. Dan was gone that night, so he wasn’t able to stop him. Anyways, the next morning, the guy never checked out and when the day clerk went to check on him, they found the poor bastard sitting in the middle of the room, catatonic, covered head to toe in shit. The entire room was covered floor to ceiling. Apparently, the ghost inhabiting the toilet in Room 175 doesn’t take kindly to people taking a dump where he’s living and he serves it back 1,000-fold. It took Dan MONTHS to get everything back to any semblance of “clean”. Our entire cleaning staff quit. So yeah, Room 175. Off fucking limits. 4. In the kitchen, from time to time you might find a plate of our cook’s chicken salad sandwiches. DO NOT EAT THEM. Nothing supernatural here, they just suck ass. 5. About once a week, go up to the soda machine by the maintenance closet on the second floor and get a soda. No need to spend your own money, just punch in the code (Grape, Orange, Cola, Lemon-Lime, Grape) and it’ll dispense one for free. If it’s full of blood, go ahead and call the number on the machine. Norm will come out any time of night and replace the whole stock, no questions, no complaints. If you don’t find any blood, hey, free soda! 6. Now, the night before Halloween, go get a TON of candy. More than you think you’ll need and then double that. You’re gonna get a ton of trick-or-treaters. And they’re ALL gonna be ghosts (We’re off the Interstate, regular kids don’t trick-or-treat out in the middle of nowhere). Just do your job and hand out candy just like you normally would on Halloween. Super simple. You just don’t want to run out. I made the mistake of misjudging how much I’d need one year and the next morning, our guests woke up to egged cars and slashed tires. So don’t be stingy with the damn candy. 7. About once a month, at about 3:15 in the morning, you’ll get a call from Lars in Room 301 asking for room service. There is no Room 301. Lars is a ghost, but more importantly, Lars is a fucking pervert. Keep the phone away from your face, cause Lars has a nasty habit of transforming the mouthpiece into his own mouth and trying to tongue down whoever’s unfortunate enough to answer the phone. I don’t know if you’re a man or a woman, but I don’t think Lars discriminates. I used to keep a bottle of Atomic Bomb hot sauce on hand for those occasions. What an asshole. 8. Every so often, a little boy named Jefferey is gonna come up to you and ask you to throw a ball with him. Do it. Strictly speaking, I don’t think anything bad would happen if you said no, aside from feeling like a dick as he looks disappointed and sulks away. I just think it’s a nice gesture. The kid’s dead, give him a break and play with him for a little bit. Sometimes we’re nice to the dead just cause it’s the right thing to do. 9. Every couple of months, you’re gonna have a guy come in SUPER late. He’s gonna look like death: Sunken eyes, rotten teeth, breath that smells like an open grave, in a old, moth-eaten suit from the 1930’s. This is Stan. HE IS NOT A GHOST. Do NOT treat Stan like a ghost, otherwise you’re gonna get a phone call from Dan the next morning and he’s gonna be PISSED. Give him a room like normal and go about your business. 10. Every so often you may get complaints about a fight breaking out in Room 113. That’s Tara and Bobby. They love each other, but in the most rocky, chaotic way possible. Anyways, you’re gonna wanna break up that fight as quickly as you can, otherwise they’re gonna start hurling stuff and we’re gonna have to replace all the shit they break. The Inn does well, but we can't keep buying new lamps and chairs every couple weeks. Luckily, I’ve found a solution that works wonders. Don’t bother going inside, you’ll probably get clocked by a flying ashtray. Just knock on the door and yell “Guys, it’s not worth fighting over! Remember Cabo!”, then take out your phone and play “Escape (The Pina-Colada Song)” by Rupert Holmes on full volume. After a minute, they’ll calm down. Once you hear the bed start creaking, you can leave. Anyways, that covers the big stuff. There are a few more ghosts that hang around, but they follow the more traditional “floating in the halls, peering out of windows” style of haunting. Nothing you’ll need special instructions for. Ignore them, they’re harmless. I’m sure this is a lot for you to take in and you may not even believe me. That’s fair. I don’t know if I’d believe me. But you will. And as long as you keep my instructions in mind, you’ll do just fine. You might get the shit scared out of you a couple times at first, but I’m sure you’ll manage. Dan has an eye for good employees. If he picked you for my job, he thought you could handle it. Now if you don’t mind, I’m gonna clock out for the last time and live the rest of my days on the fuckin beach instead of inside the hotel from Stephen King’s wet dreams. Good Luck! Vanessa Tarlington (Former Senior Night Clerk, The Ravensberg Motor Inn and Suites)

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/150tq4r/rules_for_the_night_shift_at_the_ravensberg_motor/

Ruleshorror

Lloiu

Welcome to Middle School!

Hey, i’m Juan, and i’m in charge of your orientation during the open day of this amazing school! We’ll do a little tour and then i’ll give you rules you need to follow at all costs! Ok, so that was it, how did you like your new school? Great, truly great. Now, we shall get to the rules! —————————————————————————————————————————————- 1. Don’t go inside until it’s your class gets called in, even when it’s raining. Seriously, stay out. 2. Once it’s your turn to get in, follow the teacher, do not go anywhere else, just follow your teacher to the classroom. 3. Once arrived, you’ll have your desk assigned. Absolutely never EVER sit somewhere else. They know that you’re not supposed to be there, and they will act accordingly. 3a. On that note, memorize all the little details that differentiate you desk from the others. You might get an unpleasant prank pulled on you. 4. Do not be disrespectful to the teacher. There is a rare chance that they will spare you the public skinning, but some of your classmates might not be that kind to you. Especially the two in the back corner of the room. Those get really angry when disrespect is shown. 5. Soon as the second bell rings, take out your snack, and eat it before the break. It is not recommended you take food out of the classroom, as it tempts them to strike. You may also find yourself in a problematic situation if you’re left alone, finishing your snack, as you will be seen as vulnerable. 6. If the fire alarm rings, STAY IN THE CLASS UNTIL THE TEACHER TELLS YOU TO GET OUT. It needs to be confirmed as a real alarm and not a little trick by that annoying little freak (please, for our sake, stay in, we are tired of cleaning before any other kid sees the mess) 7.if you need to go to the bathroom, don’t stay there for longer than 2 minutes, the cleaning staff will alert the principal, which really hates kids, but loves hearing their screams. If you hear incessant talking, whispering, and laughing, to the point of driving you insane, it means that you crossed the limit, and the principal is trying to screw with you before getting to the part where he kills you (the cake is a lie) And last, when the last bell rings, look out the windows. If the outside just doesn’t look right, cower under you desk and wait until the teacher calls you by your first name, not surname, but first name. ————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— Have a good summer and see you next year!

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/150f6un/welcome_to_middle_school/

Ruleshorror

No-Series9194

Victoria's Hotel

*You're driving through the roads. It's starting to get dark, and you're running out of gas. You Desperately hope to find a gas station or a place to stay. Luckily, you see a building in the distance. As you get closer, you realize it’s a hotel. Soon, you finally manage to make your way to the hotel.* *The moment you step out of the car, the world around you starts to fade away into a pitch-black void, leaving only the parking lot and the hotel entrance.* *When you enter the hotel, You are in a big lobby with luxurious red couches, red and gold wallpaper, and tables and pots in the lobby as well. Accompanied by soothing jazz music, it reminds you of the 1920s.* *As you enter the hotel, you are approached by a female worker with oddly pale skin. She hands you a book saying, "The Rules of the Hotel." She then says, "Enjoy your stay," and quickly leaves.* *When you open the book, it says Welcome to the Victoria’s Hotel, a luxurious hotel with suites, lounges, spas, and an indoor water park all for free! Just read the rules to ensure a safe experience."Enjoy."* Rule 1: If you see someone at the front desk wearing red, RUN OUT OF THE HOTEL BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT ONE OF OUR EMPLOYEES. And you can disregard rule 1a. You have to wait about 2 minutes before coming back in. Rule 1a: You HAVE to spend a week there; if you leave before that, you will be sent to the ***Void***, a fate worse than death. Rule 2: If the bellhop is wearing red or black, you can trust them. If they are wearing any other color, kindly refuse them and walk away. Rule 3: The people here are normal, just like you. You can socialize with each other. Avoid the ones with pitch-black eyes. Run away Unless you want to become one of them, Their mouths are usually opened four times as much as the average human's. Rule 4: Breakfast is served from 9 a.m. to 11:00 a.m. Food is only served on white or blue plates, sometimes mixed with both. Don’t arrive too early. We ONLY serve Bacon, Eggs, Pancakes, Waffles, Bread, cake, and Sausages. Don't eat anything else you are served. It’s usually poisoned. Drinks: Water, Orange juice, and milk Rule 5: Always knock on your room door first. If you hear no knock, you may enter normally. If you hear three knocks, you have 5 seconds to get to the lobby to get a new key for a room. Rule 6: If you see a pitch-black void in the windows, leave the room to get a new room at the lobby. Rule 7: If you see a dark figure crawling on all fours towards you, run away to a security guard. They ALWAYS wear a white shirt with a blue tie; anything else is not a real security guard. Feel free to try and beat the shit out of it if you think you can fight it. Though they're quite strong. Rule 8: If you see somebody that looks odd in any way, run away; it’s one of those mimicking entities. Get security immediately. Rule 8a: If you see a skinless red figure, run away to security. If you don’t, you will be torn apart and have your skin taken from you. Rule 9: If you're showering and hear the door open, do not get out until it leaves. Rule 10: Don't enter any Room door with no numbers; you will be tortured by ***HER***, having your organs ripped out, being skinned alive, having your limbs ripped off, and being kept alive for extended periods of time. So you feel every agonizing second. Rule 11: Lunch time is from 11:45 a.m. to 1 p.m. (Same rules as breakfast) Foods: Rice, Fried chicken, Burgers, pizzas, and pasta. Sometimes we serve ice cream. Drinks: Water, Apple juice, Orange juice, milk, and other drinks from reality Rule 12: If the lights go out at any time, run to a place with light. Those big smiling faces like to come out during an event like this or at night. To hunt prey. Rule 13: Room 13 or floor 13 does not exist. Rule 14: We only have 1 golden retriever, 1 tuxedo cat, and a toy poodle; make sure to pet them. They’re friendly. Rule 15: Our room service is only available from 8 p.m. to 11:50 p.m. Don’t answer anything claiming to be room service before or after. If you don't want to be torn apart. Rule 16: Dinner time is at 8 p.m.—11:50 p.m. Don’t arrive too early. You will especially regret it. (Same rules as breakfast) Foods: Steak, Rice, Salad, Chicken, Ramen, Pasta, and fish Drinks: Wine, Beer, Tropical cocktails, and other alcoholic drinks like vodka. Rule 17: You MUST make it to your room before 12 a.m. if you don't Refer to Rule 20. Trust me, you don't want to be out after 12 a.m. All the entities are out. Rule 18: Do not open your door for any reason; it doesn't matter what the voice says, just don't. Rule 19: Make sure to check under your bed. Before it’s too late. Rule 20: Hide in any room you can find and pray those things don’t find you or you will suffer an agonizing death, or hope I find you and bring you to safety. Rule 21: If you see a blue glow at the door, it’s ***ME***. I'm here to protect you. Rule 21a: If you hear a cat or dog at the door, open it. It’s one of the pets there to protect you. The entities seem to fear them. I wonder why? Rule 22: IGNORE the red light. L̵̨̡̜̫̲͈̠̱͕̥̔́̓̀̒̈́̽̇̾́͒͠͝͝e̸̗̔̍̓t̵̢̨̰̖̱͚̩͔̤̂̒̑̽́̾ ̵̙͎̺͚͔͚̈́̄̐̈́̂̈́̉͑ẗ̴̩͖̤̮͙̇̿h̵̰̣͎̣̞̟̞͇͇͉̝͙̞͗ͅe̵̼͍̍̋̆͐͐̽̏̍̏͋̕͘̚͜͝ͅͅ ̶̭̳̩̟͔̻̼̰̺̙̪̙̭̣͒̓̾̐̓̋̌̀̽̄̓̐̈́̓͘r̸̨̯̭̼̼͈̣̬͔̱̣̎͑̃͗͊̀̕̕͝ͅė̵̬͙̬̥̲̫̤̙͖͖͖͕̘̑̈́̏͊̅͗̃̍͘͜͝ͅḏ̷̬̻̀̂͌̓̾̒̉͌͝ ̸̢͔͕̟̭̲͓̲̲͌l̴̻͍̆̌͘ĭ̴͙͑͊͌̊̀̈́͝g̷̮̞̠̙̥̾ḣ̴̺͉̼͋͊͋̋̔͂͛͐̒̊̀͝͝ţ̸̙̹̰̘͕͉͙̹̭͙̼͔̰̋́̃̉͆̌̽͊͋́̕̚͝ͅ ̶̧̤̝̤̯̰͓̟̯̠̹͇̻̺̀́́̂̏̚͝e̵̡̡̱̥̳̻̞̥̩̜̬̞͓̲̍̅͌̇̂̓͂̆̐͝n̸̡̰̫̰͗̑g̶̞̖̘̅̃̒͋̄͆̒̔͊͊͘̕̚ư̵͙̮̻͍͖͇͉̑̈̿̂̽͒̎̊̚͝͠ľ̸̛̛̋͑͘͜f̵̛͙̤̼͉̪̙̯̙̈́̀̔͋̽̍̎́̀̓̕̚͘̚ ̷̧̮͎͈͇̀̅͝ͅy̴̧̤̹̖̲̰͕͂͑̈́̽͂͆̚o̸̢͎̗͎̬̫͕̬̓̆́̎́̐̔͠ͅų̸̛̣͕̘̭̺͔̫̟̩͈̞̱̿͛̀̊̃̃̓͋̉̈́̌̈́̄̕. ​ [Page 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/152e5mc/victorias_hotel_page_2/) ​

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/150ips7/victorias_hotel/

Ruleshorror

Crimsonwanderer0

Monsters Aren’t Real

“Monsters aren’t real.” Chelsea said. “Mom said so!” “Is that so?” he said while lifting the rainbow unicorn themed covers. “Ah huh! And even if they were, I’m not afraid anymore because I have this!” Chelsea raised a necklace of garlic in the air. Suddenly, a hand burst from the closet and snatched the garlic throwing it out the window. There was no time for screams. Today, Chelsea learned a very valuable lesson; Vampires afraid of garlic is a myth. And the most important lesson, Monsters are real.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17052hd/monsters_arent_real/

scarystories

LorneBronstein

My new job requires me to work from 7pm to 7am. But every midnight, my task is to hide in a special room. Part 6

\[Part 1\]([https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16kmrnu/my\_new\_job\_requires\_me\_to\_work\_from\_7pm\_to\_7am/](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16kmrnu/my_new_job_requires_me_to_work_from_7pm_to_7am/)) \[Part 5\]([https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16xioft/my\_new\_job\_requires\_me\_to\_work\_from\_7pm\_to\_7am/](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16xioft/my_new_job_requires_me_to_work_from_7pm_to_7am/)) The worst has happened. I am still shaking from what I saw. All I wanted to do is to work, being active, earn a salary and take care of my family. Was that too much to ask? Why did I have to face that entity full of hate and grudge? After consulting a doctor on Saturday, my children and I have been found 'in normal health conditions' even though displaying symptoms of severe lung infection. Hence, we receive treatment and medication aligning with that strange and contrasting observation. Despite the affliction, the kids overflowed with joy and energy about their strange and collective dreams, in each of them encountering the so-called voice, who recently taught them an eerie and irritating song about the black room. I told you last time that my wife is not an open minded person like you people, but now, even her is starting to get very uncomfortable with the strange phenomenon happening to the children. Monday finally arrived, and I could not wait to meet my supervisor. Before going to the appointment, I checked my contract for the umpteenth time, still flabbergasted by its content that I am sure was not the same when I first read and signed it. At 5 pm, I was already at work, waiting patiently for my supervisor to make time for me. To my surprise, he showed up with several gas masks, indicating that he still reads my posts and showing concerns about the situation. He apologized, himself unaware that the safety of the black room could be bypassed by the entity, also referring to it by its name. The kind of name that cannot be borne by a human, the kind of name that I rather not share with you, for your own sake. Clearly unwilling to share more and unable to provide better solutions, he handed me a sleep mask, referring to his advice about closing my eyes and not moving if trapped. To be honest, I still cannot see how that item can be useful. Then came the night. Midnight or not, for any little pause, I would sit in the black room, still traumatized and terrorized by the entity. At 12:00 am, there was no sign of it on any of the monitors. I did not forget anything outside of the room and was no longer interested in seeing that evil being, therefore, I remained in the black room, convincing myself that I had everything to counter its attacks. At 12:17 am, it startledme through the radio, using the voice of a kid to sing that awful song the 'voice' taught my children: "Little, little sun In the little, little black room Come out and have fun Or I will eat you and the moon." It repeated while my surprised self just looked at the radio placed on the little desk in front of the monitors. This might not seem concerning to you, however, Sun and Moon are nicknames my wife and I have carried for years since our marriage. When I decided that I had heard enough, I plugged my earbuds and just watched the screen of the radio flickering. Something else then caught my attention on the monitors, especially the one linked to the camera at the entrance of the building. The man with the black motorcycle helmet stood in front of the sliding doors, looking inside. I wondered what was he looking for, and especially, if he was seeing anything out of the ordinary. But, from what I have seen thus far, as long as it is midnight, even that 'person' could be the entity itself, or at least just one of its tricks. The man walked around the facility, unbothered by the cameras, and just left around 12:40 am. Meanwhile, the entity had kept on with the song as I heard it still singing once I removed the earbuds at 12:59 am, before it abruptly stopped at 01:00 am allowing me to resume my shift. On the next day, the entity did the exact same thing, being absent from the corridors and just singing through the radio. At that moment, I wondered how this being managed to reach my children, humans that never stepped even a toe into this building or any other location tied to this company from what I know. Just like the day before, I grew irritated with the song and plugged my earbuds. This time however, there was no man lurking outside or anything else out of the ordinary to captivate my attention. Fearing that the entity might get angrier and launch another smoke attack, I looked around, ready to put the gas mask on, only to be struck by terror. Behind the return air vent grid, located close to the ceiling, I spotted a single yellow eye glowing, its brightness amplified by the black paint of the room. I jumped off the chair and let out a scream, followed by many others as I could not stop myself. My fear took me to a corner of the room, curling me up in a futile attempt to protect myself, knowing that I could not even get out of the room to flee. Closing my eyes and hoping to be just hallucinating, I then heard a thud sound followed by the noise of something falling on the floor. I looked at the object and saw that it was the first screw off the grid. The entity then kept on using its telekinetic powers, removing the other screws, one after the other, until the grid fell on the floor. All I could see was total darkness surrounding the yellow eye. It shone brighter, illuminating the room like a flashlight, except for its own head still wrapped in darkness somehow. That cold sensation of absolute unease invaded my body once again, as I felt that that the thing looking at me, and that I should not be seeing, did not belong in this world. It was still unable to step into the room I guess, so it just stared. Alternating between covering my eyes and getting peeks through my fingers like a scared little kid, I monitored the entity to the best of my ability until it disappeared at 01:00 am. I rushed out of the black room, on the verge of losing my mind, screaming like a mad man until I exited the building to catch some breath. What more can I take of all this before I end up insane? I did not even notice him until he started his engine. I looked up and saw the man with the black motorcycle helmet, preparing to speed up after watching me from the other side of the road on his motorbike. As if I did not have enough on my plate already, honestly, what does he want from me? Livid and empty, I returned home the next morning, welcomed by my children who stood right behind the entrance door of our home, waiting for me. Already expecting the worse, I neither greeted them nor addressed them a smile, but rather got to the point, asking them what was that about? The worse I expected, but the worst I obtained, as they told me that the entity was still waiting for me outside of the black room, surprisingly calling that monster by its name. \[Part 7\]([https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1739igx/my\_new\_job\_requires\_me\_to\_work\_from\_7pm\_to\_7am/](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1739igx/my_new_job_requires_me_to_work_from_7pm_to_7am/)) ​

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17010jt/my_new_job_requires_me_to_work_from_7pm_to_7am/

scarystories

AngelmZeal1

We’ll always be here

Jennifer opened the door to the cabin, Dust billowing out from the abyss. She was reminded of a tomb as she pulled the heavy door open. She ventured into the stuffy abode. Everyone comes here for a reason. I never knew what hers was. She unpacked her things and fell asleep for the night. In the morning she made breakfast and generally took it easy. Returning from a hike she began to type away in her laptop with headphones in, listening to some music or podcast, it doesn’t matter. As the sun was setting there came a single knock at the door. It was barely loud enough for her to hear it through her headphones. It was only at the second knock she looked around, taking one headphone out to listen. The moment she put the earbud back the third knock came. Frustrated she got up to look out the windows. She was uncertain if she even heard anything, and even if she did it was probably just a falling branch or some animal outside. The fourth knock came. She rushed to the front door swinging it open only to confront nothing. She was frustrated by this interruption and walked outside, circling the cabin to find nothing. Standing in the cold, she felt something. A presence bearing heavily on her. But she couldn’t pinpoint why she felt this way or where it was coming from. She barricaded herself inside the cabin. And deep into the night the knocking came again, but this time she noticed something about the way the sound echoed. Knock. Knock- knock. The dull sound bounced off the walls. It didn’t sound organic, it sounded like stone striking a piece of hard lumber. The sound grew in volume. And she pulled the blanket over herself as she finally pieced together the sound. it was something large rocking against the walls, and it was definitely coming from inside. Just as she fully realized this thought there was a massive sickening crack and the whole house shook. Dust rained gently from the rafters as she heard the sounds of something upstairs. Uneven light footsteps and a leathery creaking, followed by a series of snaps and pops. The presence dragged itself from the loft along the rafters and soon Jennifer saw the ancient desiccated claws peek over the wall to her room. She screamed and cowered in her bed, waiting for something to happen. She heard its body fall to the floor with a hollow thump. She heard it come closer and yet nothing happened. She cried in that spot for hours. She died there. I was an amateur journalist. trying to make it big through low brow local tabloids. I decided to stay in the cabin overnight to investigate and gather some images pertaining to some local rumor about the missing girl. The moment I entered that place I knew. I’ll never be able to explain how but I knew it was a tomb, my tomb. I felt the horrible things that happened here. In an instant the feeling was gone, like nothing had ever happened. I remember exploring and finding the locked guest room. I just had to know what was inside. theres a connected bathroom but the door to the guest room was locked here too. but I noticed something. A patch of floor that stood out. A crawlspace. I pried the plank up and in the small closet there was not a trap door going to the foundation of the cabin. I went down, using my phone as a flashlight I crawled along the soil. As my boots dug into the damp soil a stench arose. An overwhelming miasma of death and rot, as I crawled deeper it became thicker and more overwhelming. I couldn’t breathe as I reached the spot under the locked bedroom. In this moment I knew I was disturbing a grave. Not just a grave. A necropolis. There was no way up. Breathing the poison I saw flashes of everyone who had spent time here. They are all still here. They’re in the walls , in the floor, the make up every fiber of this structure. Hauling myself out of the pit and sealing it again I began to write. I wrote about this temple. This chamber of memory and pain. Im a part of it. And its always been a part of me. I didn’t eat tonight. I walked right into the guest room as if it weren’t locked. In the pitch darkness I saw her in the bed. Her frail form curled up in terror. I stared into her hollow eyes, skin stretched taught against her skeletal face. Stretched back in a permanent shriek of terror. I felt her. I felt her memory. She left it here. Along with all of theirs. I hear her empty husk begin to strain and gently moan as ancient joints slowly flex. I began to write. Standing in the bathroom watching her body rock slowly back and forth. I hear her crying now. In a few moments the screaming will come. I can feel it. Her pain building and building. The others are all around me in the crawlspace. We’ve always been here. That gentle tapping, the tapping you probably assumed was rain gently pattering on the corrugated steel roof, has probably turned to scratching by now. You’re inches from where I died, where all of us died. We are of this place as much as it is of us. I lay beneath you. All of us are down here and we’ll always be here.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/170d0hr/well_always_be_here/

scarystories

FreneticCenotaph

“Sir your card declined”

It was a long night for me. Staring into the dark void, headlights bouncing with the fractures in the pavement below. The thin lines of light only permit me to anticipate a turn mere seconds before it’s too late. *a loud pop, followed by metal grinding* “Oh for the love of god man, I’m gonna lose my piss.” I pull over on the foggy road and step out of my car, immediately seeing that both of my front tires are ripped to shreds. “You fuck.” I kick the rim of the wheel and turn towards the trunk to try and find at least one spare tire. A bright light burns through the fog, my eyes squint shut as the lights get brighter, i finally make out the headlights of a Mack truck, driving on my side of the road. Heading directlt for me. The horn explodes onto my eardrums as i dive into the woods beside my car, a deafening crash shoots glass and shrapnel into my back and legs. The truck slammed through my car before flying headfirst into the dark forest ahead. I get to my feet and stumble onto the dark road. I realize theres a man standing by my decimated toyota, inspecting the vehicle. “Hey you!” I shout. “What the fuck!” The man begins sprinting toward me. “Woah! Chill!” I said. He was now mere feet away when he tackled me into the pavement, my head slammed onto the ground and i saw stars. The man then took out a knife and pressed it to my neck. “Do you know who i am.” Asked the man in an old crackly voice. “No! Sir, i dont want any trouble!” I plead as he stood up. I motioned to stand and he kicked me in the face. “You listen here boi,” he begun, “I’ve been living in these woods for 22 years now.” “Where’d you get the truck?” I asked “From my last victim, he was shipping a twenty-two hear supply of lunchables across the border.” He continued as i did not respond. “Well I’ll tell you what the call me. I am the ballsack mangler.” He then stepped on my ballsack and i cried for remorse.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17008c1/sir_your_card_declined/

scarystories

RedditTokStories

I work at a garden centre. A lady keeps buying wishing wells.

The gentle hum of the air conditioning overhead looped the same sound I had been hearing for the past 4 hours. The same sound I hear every workday, usually 5 days a week. Working in a quiet garden centre isn't bad - I'm not gonna complain about things not being busy if the pay is the same - But it does get boring. It's a little busier in the summer months, but outside of that, I'm surprised the place even bothers staying open. The boss has a strict "No Phones" policy outside of breaks, so if there's nothing else to be done, I often find myself just standing at the cash register, listening to the familiar gentle hum. Letting it hum, as my mind hums with it, symphonizing our repetitive existence. I enter the building at 8am, and leave at 4pm. Between those hours, I am simply waiting. Just waiting. For the workday. To. Be. Over. The humming continues. Despite the dull atmosphere in a store where almost nothing was moving, I still failed to notice the customer approach me until she spoke to me. I wondered if she thought I was possessed, or asleep, or dead. It certainly isn't normal for someone to be so distracted with so little going on - Then again, the things she said to me weren't quite normal, either. "Hello?" Her voice made me jolt just a little, as my eyes focussed onto her. She was holding a small wishing well that we sell. It's a small wooden one, and goes about up to your knees. "Hi madam, how can I help you?" I tried to put on my customer service voice gradually throughout that sentence, morphing out of my 'holy shit I'm so bored' voice. "I want to return this wishing well," she spoke seriously, yet without missing a beat, continued with, "it's not granting my wishes." I tried not to laugh; My intention was not to question or ridicule any of her beliefs. But, come on, really? I cracked a smile, and tried to cover it up by looking down at the product and saying the first thing that came to mind. "Oh, should it?" I immediately knew she wouldn't like that response. "Of course it should, it's in the name." Truly shocked that she wasn't joking, I composed myself mentally, and told myself that I've dealt with worse. Besides, the wishing well didn't look used - Our policy would still allow for a return. If she had the receipt. "Do you have the receipt?" "No, I don't have the receipt." Of course she doesn't have the receipt. "I'm sorry, but we can't offer a refund without it. I might be able to get you store credit?" This is never the response that a customer wants, and it's never the response I want to give. Her face went red. "That is ridiculous. What kind of establishment are you running?" Technically none; I don't run the place. But didn't say that. I know better than that. After a back-and-forth remaining in a similar tone, she asked me to get the manager - A request I had felt boiling up ever since she asked for the refund. Once you have a job like this, you really get a feel for the different types of customers. The manager, of course, told her the exact same thing that I did, because managers are often the ones *setting these policies to begin with.* They aren't going to magically bypass something that I could not. She accepted store credits in the end and seemed to go on her way. "I wonder why she's returning it?" My manager wondered allowed. "She didn't mention to you? She says it's 'broken' because it 'doesn't grant wishes.'" My manager chuckled as he walked away, presumably thinking I was joking. I didn't care enough to correct this thought. I stared at the well as the gentle hum became centred in my brain again, being disrupted by the woman's return, as she slammed a new well onto the counter. "I'd like this one." I contemplated telling her it still wouldn't work, but I knew it wasn't worth the hassle. I let her use the store credit for the purchase, wondering why she even argued about the refund if she was going to use it immediately in-store anyway. This continued every day for weeks. Sometimes she would come in with the previous wishing well, asking for a replacement. Sometimes she would come in empty-handed and buy a new one. We eventually stopped allowing her to replace them, suspicious that she might be secretly harvesting material from each one for some kind of money-making scheme. We never found any evidence of this, however - Each return did visibly appear to still be in good quality. With each passing day, she'd come back, looking more unkempt than the last. Her hair became thin, her skin developed patches of grey. Her clothes became the same time and time again, showing no signs of being washed. The smell became unpleasant. Sometimes, she would have emotional outbursts, yet other times, she seemed emotionlessly calm. It got to the point that she wouldn't even speak - She'd just throw some money on the counter and pick up a well on the way out, sometimes humming as she did. Even this seemed to deteriorate, as her humming became more of a rattly creak. She mostly stopped looking at me, although her gaze would seem to pass right through me even when she did. Her visits became an eerie ritual, all taking place under the gentle noise of the air conditioning. As the weeks went on, her discoloured skin began to stand out to me more and more. She had a limp that developed seemingly overnight. I wish I had called an ambulance, or the police, even the fucking secret services at that point. She was unnatural - Being in the same room as her felt equal to being in a room alone, because nobody could possibly perceive her as human. She was not the same average lady who argued with me just weeks prior. I began to fear her. The atmosphere at work changed, knowing each and every day that I would have to see her complete this sad, repetitive routine. I felt the contrast when she eventually stopped showing up. My days went back to mindlessly listening to the gentle hum. That was until today, when a man entered the store. As he made his way straight for the counter, I could see his face being unusually sweaty for such a cold day. I wondered if he was in a rush, or stressed - It immediately became apparent that the answer was 'both,' as he began describing the strange woman and asking if I had seen her. "I'm her brother, she's been missing for days," he stared, waiting for a response. "I'm so sorry to hear this. She's been here quite a few times recently." "What did she buy?" He spoke sternly, but not angrily. There was a level of concern in his voice. I only noticed then that he was tightly holding a book. "It was always the same thing, she would --" He interrupted me. "Was it wishing wells?" I froze mid-sentence, my mouth still open slightly. He had tears in his eyes. I gently closed my mouth and nodded slowly. He silently allowed himself to cry, eventually speaking when he was able, "Her house is full of them, from so many different places. I don't understand what is happening." He placed the book on the counter, as he attempted to compose himself. The book looked damaged, yet not at all dusty. Its origins looked ancient, though its use seemed frequent. On the front, in large golden printed letters, read 'The Well Diaries' - The gold's shine had all but vanished, leaving a rough, stained look. "What's this?" I asked, knowing it not to be the right time. My curiosity couldn't help itself. "We don't know," he seemed hesitant to pick it back up, almost wanting to leave it behind, "it has every wish she ever made. Most of them are 'Make it stop' or 'Leave my soul' - Some of them aren't even by her." A silence filled the air, making the hum apparent to us both. It seemed louder than usual, almost creaky. I tried to break the silence. "I can show you the security footage of the last time she came in." He happily followed me to the back room, where I was able to show him. He was shocked at the sight of her, and shed a few more tears, but thanked me greatly before leaving. He told me that he would inform the police, and that they would probably drop by to check the footage - I told him I'd be more than happy to show them. Once he left, I began to scrub through the footage again. It's a smart camera system, so it automatically chops out all footage with no movement. I noticed activity from last night, long after the store had closed. Curiously, I clicked it, expecting for something falling over in the wind, or an animal passing by innocently. I didn't see an animal. But I saw something living. It was the woman, outside the store. She was crawling. The footage looked grainy due to the darkness, but there was no mistake about who this was. She was simply crawling around, occasionally peering through the windows of the store. Her proportions seemed off, especially her arms. They seemed so long and thin - The only thing about her that seemed remotely like her original self was her head. She crawled around the back of the building. As I switched to that camera view, there was no footage available. This means that no movement occurred around the back. Disturbed, I went outside, and peered around the side alley. It was empty, except for the outside ducts of the air conditioning - They had been ripped off the wall, and now lay on the ground. Feeling my heart drop, I calmly walked back to the door, and locked the building from the outside. My manager wasn't in, so the building was empty. I began to patiently wait for the police, hoping they'd be arriving soon to ask for the footage. I stared through the window, trying to convince myself that there was a logical explanation. I noticed the book remaining on the counter; I hadn't noticed the man leave it. My eyes quickly darted to above the counter. Through the ducts that hum above my head every day, I spotted her. Only for a brief second. I'm not a religious person, but I prayed she didn't spot me.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16zl8o8/i_work_at_a_garden_centre_a_lady_keeps_buying/

scarystories

NomNomNomNation

Mysterious River Obice

**Prologue** Life, you see, is all about balance, a delicate dance between body and soul. A perfect harmony that needs both to flourish. In this world, and maybe the next, the River Obice is the stuff of legends—a mystical waterway said to bridge the realms of the living and the afterlife. People speak of it in hushed whispers, as if fearing to disturb the very forces it embodies. It's a gate, like any other, passable when open, but once it shuts, it's a prison, like some kind of semi-permeable membrane, keeping souls trapped. **Chapter 1: The Unforeseen Torrent** The sun hung high in the sky, casting its warm embrace upon us—a trio of adventurous souls. My name's Alex, and I'm the one who usually gets us into wild escapades, the kind you remember forever. Then there's Ben, our brainiac with a wild mop of dark hair, the one who knows the ins and outs of the great outdoors. And last but not least, Charlie, the prankster with an infectious laugh that could brighten even the gloomiest of days. We were on a hiking trip to quench our thirst for adventure, to explore the unknown. Each of us brought a different kind of energy to our friendship, and it was that very diversity that bound us together. We had our sights set on the legendary River Obice, a place that had intrigued us since childhood. The deeper we hiked into the forest, the denser the foliage became. The chorus of chirping birds and rustling leaves seemed to welcome us, promising an adventure like no other. Finally, after hours of trudging through the woods, we arrived at the mystical river. Its waters shimmered with an otherworldly glow, reflecting the warm hues of the setting sun. The irresistible call of its enigmatic depths drew us in, and we couldn't resist taking a dip in the crystalline waters. As we frolicked and splashed, completely oblivious to the secrets hidden within the river's depths, the world around us began to change. The sky darkened ominously, and a low rumble pierced the air. Fear crept into our hearts as we exchanged uneasy glances. We had heard stories about the unpredictable nature of the River Obice, but what happened next exceeded our wildest imaginations. In an instant, torrential rain fell from the heavens, drenching us to the bone. The sky unleashed its fury, and the once-calm river transformed into a raging beast. We fought against the powerful current, struggling to find higher ground. Laughter had turned into desperate shouts as the water threatened to consume us. Hours later, I awoke, soaked and shivering on the riverbank. Confusion and dread filled my heart as I realized that Charlie was nowhere to be seen. Ben, conscious but in pain, clutched his injured arm. The River Obice had turned from a source of wonder into a treacherous force that had swept us away from our carefree existence and into a nightmarish journey filled with unanswered questions. **Chapter 2: Desperate Search** Our priority was clear—to find Charlie, our lost comrade. He was one of us, part of the trio that had shared countless adventures and laughs. Panic still pulsed through my veins as we traced the path of the River Obice along its winding bank. The torrential flood had swept away our belongings, leaving them scattered along the riverbank. It was a grim breadcrumb trail marking our harrowing journey, but it also hinted at the path we should follow. We had no other option. Ben's condition was worsening. His arm, injured during our escape, had become a dead weight, slowing him down considerably. Every step we took was fraught with worry, and our calls for Charlie echoed through the dense forest. As we pressed on, the world around us seemed to grow increasingly surreal. The verdant foliage was now shrouded in an eerie mist, and the once-familiar sounds of nature had given way to a haunting silence. Then, as if materializing from the mist itself, we encountered a figure—a pale and haggard character whose features were impossible to discern. Fear clawed at our hearts as we approached, and we cautiously asked if they had seen someone, praying for any news of Charlie and hoping for first aid for Ben. The pale-looking character pointed a bony finger in a direction and muttered cryptic words we couldn't quite make out. Our desperation translated into urgency, and we implored them to speak more clearly. With a voice that sent shivers down our spines, the pale-looking character said, "One of you is already lost to the river, but there's a chance to save one more." Its enigmatic words hung in the air, confusing us further. What did it mean by "lost to the river"? And why did they speak of saving one more? With no answers forthcoming, we reluctantly followed the direction indicated by the mysterious figure, driven by a blend of hope and dread as we continued our desperate quest to find Charlie and ensure Ben's survival. **Chapter 3: Echoes of Fate** We followed the cryptic guidance of the pale-looking character through the strange, mist-covered forest. The air seemed to thicken with each step, and the feeling of being watched never left us. And then, a miraculous sight—it was Charlie, our lost friend! But something was horribly amiss. Charlie was waist-deep in the River Obice, struggling against the relentless current, his eyes fixed on something beneath the surface. We called out to him, shouted his name with all the strength we had left, but he remained oblivious to our presence. We ran towards him, frantic with fear and desperation. And as we got closer, the shocking truth unveiled itself—Charlie was trying to save someone from drowning. That someone was me. I met his gaze, and the terror in his eyes mirrored my own. But it was too late. I looked back to check on Ben, only to find that he was lagging behind. Standing ominously behind him was the pale-looking character we had encountered earlier. Ben's face was slowly losing its defining features, fading into a pallid, indistinct mask. Panic surged through me as I screamed out to him, but my voice fell upon deaf ears. As the darkness closed in on me, I lost consciousness. When I awoke, the world was a blurry haze. Beside me lay Charlie, his face etched with guilt and sorrow. "I'm so sorry, Alex," he whispered, his voice heavy with the weight of the truth. "I couldn't save Ben from the strong current of the river." The reality of the situation hit me like a crushing wave. Ben was gone, claimed by the relentless river. Grief and despair washed over me, leaving me utterly broken. In the distance, we heard the shouts of a search party traversing the riverbanks, calling out Ben's name. But we knew, deep down, that it was too late. The River Obice had claimed its toll, and our lives would never be the same again. Ben's whole body was never found. The searchers only found his arm crushed and separated from his body by the boulders brought by the torrent. It lay discovered, like it was reaching for someone else's hand.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/170c45a/mysterious_river_obice/

scarystories

A_E_Lambanog

the whisperer

so, i don’t really know where to begin, so i guess ill start from right before i entered my house after a long day at work. i work closing so i usually don’t get home till after 11. i got out of my car, and proceeded to walk up my front porch. as i did this i noticed a odd difference, but i couldn’t put my finger on what it was. anyways, i walked up to the door and unlocked it and walked in. i walk in and close the door behind me; a wave of cold, thin air instantly consumes me. this is odd, usually my home is a place i feel welcome and most comfortable at, but for some reason… it was different this time. i tried to ignore it as i navigated my dark household until i found my room, i decided against a shower as u felt too lazy and tired to do anything else but let the night carry me away. as i change out of my work clothes into some comfy clothes, i feel as though something is watching me, but no one is around. i stay still for a while, not breathing…. nothing. i decide to hell with it i’m probably ok in my own home and when i walked in the door was still locked, everything was just as normal. i turn the bedside lamp off and start to doze off a little, the sound of ongoing traffic in the background. and suddenly i wake up, i look straight ahead. i see a man, but not a “real” man, or atleast he didn’t look like one. he was dark, almost like a shadow, that’s what i call him; shadow man. i am now frozen in fear, what will happen? is he gonna kill me in cold blood? will he wait till i inevitably go back to sleep and watch as i sleep? we just stare at each other for a while. then, i start hearing the whispers; oh those god awful whispers. he whispers me bad thoughts, terrible thoughts. thoughts to do things i shouldn’t do. he brings me a sense of comfort. i feel at home. last night he whispered me his best idea yet, i decided to go along with it. there is now a 13 year old girl in my basement. i can’t wait till he whispers me what to do with her tonight! i’m so excited, i’m loosing my mind please help me. i have the urge to kill . the shadow man whispers me bad things. my first story i ever wrote i made in approximately 5 mins yall lmk if you like it and i should do more in depth ones, much love !

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1707qqh/the_whisperer/

scarystories

Specialist_Head2098

Lake Mutter

**Prologue: Lake Mutter** Lake Mutter, nestled in the heart of a picturesque valley, is a paradoxical entity. It is a source of life for our surrounding community, its crystalline waters teeming with fish that sustained us for generations. The lush, emerald-green shores provide a tranquil refuge for families to picnic, lovers to steal moments of solitude, and children to build memories that will last a lifetime. The air around Lake Mutter is thick with the scent of blooming wildflowers, and the symphony of chirping birds and rustling leaves is a soothing backdrop to the lives of those who call this place home. But Lake Mutter is also a silent witness to a darker, more sinister aspect of human existence. Beneath its serene surface lay secrets that will never see the light of day again. For every life it nourishes, it has taken another in return. Drownings are not uncommon here, and the waters have claimed the lives of those who strayed too far from safety or were simply unlucky. In this idyllic yet treacherous setting, I, together with my father, live in a modest house just a stone's throw away from Lake Mutter. **Chapter 1: Shadows of the Past** My life has been marked by sorrow from the very beginning. My mother, a fragile and delicate soul, perished shortly after giving birth to me. The weight of motherhood proved too much for her fragile psyche, and the dark clouds of postpartum depression consumed her until she could bear it no longer. One fateful evening, with the moonlight dancing on the surface of Lake Mutter, she walked into its depths, surrendering to the water's embrace. My father, once a vibrant and loving man, was shattered by my mother's death. He turned to the bottle to numb his pain and became a mere shadow of the person he once was. Alcohol-fueled rage and self-destruction became his daily companions, and he often stumbled home late at night, reeking of booze and despair. Our small house near Lake Mutter, once filled with warmth and laughter, now feels like a sanctuary of sadness. I, too young to understand the depths of my family's tragedy, grew up in a world where the sun seldom pierced the clouds of sorrow that hung heavy over our lives. Despite the darkness that enveloped me, I was a resilient and hopeful child. I often found solace in the enchanting beauty of Lake Mutter, captivated by its shimmering waters and the way the sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink as it set beyond the horizon. The lake, for me, was a place of wonder, a realm where my mother's spirit might still linger, a connection to the woman I had never known. As I gazed out at the serene surface of Lake Mutter, I couldn't help but wonder if there was a way to heal my broken family, to bring my father back from the abyss he had fallen into. Little did I know that the answers to my questions lay in the depths of the very lake that held both the beauty and the tragedy of our lives. **Chapter 2: Secrets Beneath the Surface** Life at the small house near Lake Mutter remains a bleak existence. My father ekes out a meager living by farming tilapia from the lake's bounteous waters. Our living conditions are far from ideal, with tattered furniture and peeling paint serving as stark reminders of our struggles. It's a modest existence, sustained only by the fish we catch and the memories that haunt our home. I, having no friends to speak of, find companionship in a stray cat I've named Whiskers. The cat often prowls the lakeshore, occasionally helping itself to a catch from my father's fish farm. Despite the inconvenience, I can't help but smile at the thought of Whiskers enjoying a taste of the very lake that took my mother away. The mysterious dreams of my mother persist, even though I have no actual memories of the woman who gave me life. Each night, she drifts into slumber with a longing in her heart, hoping to catch even a glimpse of the face that has been hidden from her for so long. Sometimes, I would actually see her face, blurry but recognizable, and she will sing and talk to me for a moment. Those moments feel as real as the crystal-clear waters of Lake Mutter itself. One evening, the local policeman, Officer Wilson, pays an unexpected visit to our house. Strangely, Whiskers seems unusually comfortable in the officer's presence, as if recognizing him from somewhere. However, any semblance of peace is shattered when my father, in his habitual state of inebriation, nearly instigates a fight with Officer Wilson. It takes all of my pleading to prevent a physical altercation. From my hiding place in the shadows, I overhear snippets of the conversation between my father and the policeman. Words like "anti-depressant pills," "money," and "Evelyn" float into my ears, creating a puzzle I am determined to solve. The next morning, I confront my father, my eyes wide with curiosity and concern. "Daddy, what were you and Officer Wilson talking about last night? Why won't you tell me anything about Mommy?" My father's eyes darken with a mixture of anger and sadness. "Lily, some things are better left unsaid. It's for your own good." But I am undeterred. I search the house and, hidden beneath the sofa, I find a small container of anti-depressant pills. The label bears my mother's name, "Evelyn," and a sense of foreboding washes over me. Officer Wilson must have left them behind during the commotion the previous night. With trembling hands, I clutch the pills, feeling the weight of my mother's secrets and my father's silence bearing down on me. Determined to uncover the truth about my mother and the enigmatic events surrounding her death, I embark on a journey that will lead me deeper into the shadows that conceal the mysteries of Lake Mutter. **Chapter 3: A Glimpse of the Past** Determined to find answers about my mother, I set out to locate Officer Wilson. My primary intention is to return the pills, but I can't deny the burning curiosity that has taken hold of my heart. I want to know about the woman who has haunted my dreams for as long as I can remember. After a bit of searching, I discover the policeman at the local police station. Officer Wilson's stern expression softens when he sees me, and he tries to send me back home, concern etched across his face. However, when he notices the pills in my trembling hand, he invites me to his home instead. Inside his modest house, Officer Wilson sits me down and begins to explain. "Lily, I've been helping your father out with some money to make ends meet. Times have been tough lately." My mind races as I struggle to process this revelation. Money? My father has been accepting money from the policeman? Questions swirl in my mind, but before I can voice them, my eyes fall upon a portrait of a woman hanging on the wall. It is my mother, the woman from my dreams. My heart skips a beat, and I mumble the words, "Mother." Officer Wilson's expression shifts abruptly. He quickly takes the portrait from the wall and holds it close to his chest. His once-welcoming demeanor turns guarded, and his voice grows stern. "Lily, it's best if you head home now." Confused and overwhelmed, I leave Officer Wilson's house, my heart heavy with newfound questions. The encounter has only deepened the mystery of my mother, leaving me more bewildered than ever before. As I walk back to my small home near Lake Mutter, the weight of my discoveries presses down on my shoulders. I can't shake the feeling that there are secrets, hidden truths, and painful memories surrounding my mother's life and death. I know that I can't rest until I unravel the enigma of Lake Mutter, my mother, and the role Officer Wilson plays in our intertwined fate. **Chapter 4: Tragedy Unveiled** I return home, my heart heavy with the secrets I have uncovered. But when I step through the door, my world crumbles even further. I find my beloved cat, Whiskers, lying motionless on the floor, blood pooling around him. Clenched in Whiskers' lifeless jaws is a freshly caught tilapia. Tears well up in my eyes as anger and sorrow flood my heart. I know my father caught Whiskers stealing from our fish farm, but this cruel act leaves me devastated and enraged. I confront my father, my voice trembling with grief and anger. "Daddy, how could you? Whiskers was just hungry!" My father remains silent, his face a mask of guilt and sadness. Slowly, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a folded letter. He hands it to me with trembling hands, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and sorrow. "Read it later, Lily," he says in a hushed tone, his voice heavy with emotion. He places a glass of water in front of me and urges me to drink it. Unbeknownst to me, the water is drugged. As I sip from the glass, a drowsy lethargy begins to wash over me. My vision blurs, and the world spins before me. I try to protest, but my strength fades, and I succumb to unconsciousness. While I sleep, my father, burdened by the pain of his actions and the weight of his past, walks down to the shores of Lake Mutter. The moonlight casts eerie shadows on the water's surface as he wades in, each step taking him deeper into the cold embrace of the lake. The next morning, I awaken to a world shattered beyond repair. My father is gone, the lake claiming another life in a seemingly endless cycle of tragedy. I clutch the letter in my trembling hands, my eyes blurred with tears, as I try to make sense of the incomprehensible events that have unfolded before me. As I read the letter, the pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into place, revealing the heartbreaking truth about my mother, my father's desperation, and the depths of pain that have driven us to this fateful moment. With the weight of our stories heavy on my shoulders, I know that I have to find a way to heal the wounds of my family's past and to confront the haunting specter of Lake Mutter once and for all. **Epilogue: The Letter** The letter I hold in my trembling hands reveals a painful and heart-wrenching truth about my mother's life and the fateful night that changed everything. "Dear Lily, Your mother, Evelyn, was battling depression long before you came into this world. She took medication, but what truly kept her going were the people who surrounded her, especially her best friend, a woman who cared for her during her pregnancy. This friend was more present than I ever was." She was the policeman's wife. As I continue to read, my understanding deepens, but so does my sorrow. "Your mother's friend would sing and talk to you while you were still in the womb. She brought her warmth and love into our lives during a time when your mother needed it the most." The revelation weighs heavily on my heart. My mother's friend had been a lifeline, a beacon of hope during a dark period in our lives. But the letter holds even darker secrets. "After you were born, your mother's depression worsened. She started hurting herself, and it wasn't long before others, too, were affected." My eyes widen in horror as I read on. "On the night that she died, she tried to take you with her into the lake. She was in the depths of despair. The wife of the policeman arrived while she was drowning, and you were crying. She managed to save you, but she did not save your mother or herself. Two lives were lost that night." Tears stream down my face as the truth unravels before me. The depth of my mother's suffering, the sacrifices of my mother's friend, and the tragic events of that fateful night leave my heart heavy with grief and understanding. As I put down the letter, I hear a knock at the door. Officer Wilson has arrived, and his presence weighs heavily in the room. He looks at the lifeless body of Whiskers, the cat, and says, "In the end, he died." My heart aches as the pieces of the puzzle come together. The policeman and his wife had been on their way to visit me and my father on that dreadful night. But their journey had taken an unexpected turn. Officer Wilson and his wife saw a rabid cat who just gave birth. Officer Wilson tried to save the infant kitten from its mother while his wife went on to visit our home. As Officer Wilson gazes out at Lake Mutter, his steps begin to lead him toward its depths, lost in the darkness of his own thoughts. I, driven by a newfound understanding of the interconnected tragedies that have plagued my family and the officer's, rush forward and embrace him from behind, my small frame preventing him from taking that final step into the abyss. In that moment, as our tears mingle and our hearts ache in unison, we both find a glimmer of hope amidst the shadows of our past.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1707g2k/lake_mutter/

scarystories

A_E_Lambanog

I think my old house was haunted...

I'm think my old house was haunted. I heard tapping on the walls at night, and heart footsteps in the hallway, and when I'd look out of my room they'd stop and there was no one there. I'd always feel like I was being watched when I was alone too. One night I was playing roblox in my room "omg ew you play roblox blah blah blah" stfu, anyways... I was playing roblox and my door randomly opened and no one was there. I closed it, and locked it... I was pretty sure that I closed it all the way. Still don't no why it opened by itself. Today I'm kinda skeptical of ghosts, but I'm definitely still scared of 'em.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16zhws5/i_think_my_old_house_was_haunted/

scarystories

PumpkinC4t

The road to New Wilderness [Part 5]

[\[Part 4\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16yzwmp/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_4/) [\[Part 6\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/170qwhc/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_6/) At the end of the long hallway, we reached a door with the number 14 etched into the golden-brown woodgrain, and Jamie raised her fist to knock. “You’re not taking this seriously.” A man’s voice rang out from the other side, and Jamie froze, the two of us exchanging glances, without saying a word. “We’re not going to stoop to their level.” Another male voice, somewhat deeper, and more composed replied. “There are over 5,000 innocent people relying on those humanitarian convoys. We already screwed up big time with the whole Collingswood fiasco, and—” “That wasn’t my fault!” The other man seemed irate, shouting louder and louder with a nasally voice that reminded me of my alcoholic uncle. “The plan was working, it would have worked, if the herd hadn’t turned the wrong way. For God’s sake, Sean, I can’t predict the future.” “Using mutants was always unacceptable.” The man called Sean replied, his tone carrying an icy warning that I felt even on the other side of the door. “And so is attacking the only thing keeping Black Oak alive. It’s not an option, Rodney. Leave the aid trucks alone.” A chair scraped, and angry feet shuffled toward the door. “You’re going to get us all killed, playing clean while they fight dirty.” The first man hissed, with venom in his words. “Those mercs of theirs are out there right now, committing more war crimes than Assad, and you want me to just sit by while you—” At this point, Jamie dared to rap her knuckles on the door three loud times, though I noted that she seemed paler than before. *If she’s that nervous, should I even be here?* The door swung open, to reveal a lanky man with a silver-colored ponytail and braided Viking-style beard, clothed in well-worn army fatigues scowling at us. Inside the room, another man sat behind a brown wooden desk crammed into one corner, wearing a black New Wilderness polo shirt. He had darker hair, his square jaw clean-shaven with a much more muscled physique, reminding me of a famous Superman actor that Carla drooled over. Both looked surprised to see us, though the one behind the desk seemed happier about it than the man by the door. “Ah, Jamie, perfect timing.” The dark-haired man waved us in, with a thin smile on his weary face. “Rodney, you may go.” The man by the door glared at him but stalked past us out the door without so much as a word. Jamie stood in front of the desk and snapped a quick salute. “Evening, sir.” Behind the desk, the man let out a weary sigh and rubbed the bridge of his perfect nose with one hand. “Jamie, I told you, you don’t have to do that for me. That was Randy’s thing.” “Of course, sir.” Jamie lowered her arm but maintained her position of attention. “I just wanted to check the new recruit in with you before I set her up for the night.” At that, he rose from behind the desk, and the man offered me a hand with a handsome smile. “Sean Hamond, Head of Operations.” *Don’t stare, don’t stare, don’t stare . . .* “H-Hannah Brun.” I sputtered, unsure if I should salute as well, and tried not to devour him with my eyes. He motioned for us to sit in a few chairs positioned across from him. Mine was a soft low back armchair with green velvet lining, deliciously soft against my back. I focused on that, enjoying the comfort to keep my mind off my nerves, and social awkwardness. “I take it Carter still thinks he made the right call?” Jamie glanced at the door, her eyes narrowing with disapproval. “You’d think after the emergency election he could have taken a hint.” Sean pushed a few loose papers into a folder on his desk. “He regrets it more than he lets on. I think if Rodney Carter could regain command, he’d do anything to make up for the massacre . . . even if it meant doing worse to win the war.” Stretching in her seat until the lower vertebrae of Jamie’s back clicked softly, she rolled both eyes. “Randy would have ripped him a new one for—” “Randy’s gone.” Sean’s voice fell into a sad, hollow tone, and he held Jamie’s gaze with a grim sadness that I could almost feel in the air. “And so is Collingswood. It doesn’t matter now.” At that, Jamie fell silent, her own face taking on a somewhat apologetic wince. I chewed the inside of my cheek, curious, but unwilling to speak. I felt like a fly on the wall, a stranger in someone else’s’ house who didn’t have the slightest clue what was going on. “So, Miss Brun.” Sean’s warm smile returned, and he laced his fingers together to study me from his chair. “How’re you feeling? We were pretty worried when the patrol picked you up. Most people don’t survive run-ins with the local wildlife like that.” “I’m okay.” I picked at my thumbnail and tried not to remember the way the moon-eyed people had grinned down at me. “She killed a Brain-Shredder.” Jamie burst like a little kid who couldn’t keep a secret, her green eyes glittering. Sean’s tired face stretched into an amused, disbelieving smile. “No kidding?” *I literally fell down and pushed a button.* My ears burned. I wasn’t used to so much praise, certainly not over something that I’d done by accident. “It was luck, really.” “It always is.” Sean rubbed at a scar on his left arm that looked as if something had grazed him, perhaps a bullet, though I was no expert on such things. “You know, the first time I saw a freak was in that same area. The camping turnoff where your friends left their tents, actually. Thank God there was only one Echo Spider tonight, and not six.” *Echo Spider?* Curiosity in my brain begged for answers, but other two had been pulled back into their own silent thoughts once more, leaving me marooned in the uncomfortable present. Not wanting to poke my nose into things that didn’t concern me just yet, I settled back into the cushions of my chair in silence and thought about how I wished I’d pestered Dr. O’Brian for another cup of water. Once again, Sean fixed me in place with a stoney expression that made me feel like I was back in the police station in Louisville. “I need you to be as truthful as possible with me on everything. I can’t have people on my force who I don’t trust, and I can’t trust you if you lie to me. Do you understand?” I nodded, glad that the desk obscured how much my knees were trembling. “Tell me everything, from the start. Where you came from, why you’re here, the works. Be as thorough as you can.” He reclined in his chair, and Jamie watched me from hers, both of them curious, and somewhat wary. *Here goes nothing.* Recounting every detail I could think of, from the day Matt and Carla found the old map in the library to the moment the Brain-Shredder attacked, I kept both eyes on my lap in humiliated anxiety. Everyone here praised me like some kind of hero for merely surviving, and I felt stupid explaining that I was just a nobody camera girl who’d been dumb enough to follow her friends into a place she didn’t belong. I did my best not to tear up at the mention of Matt and Carla’s betrayal and had to pause a few times when I thought about the moon-eyed people, my stomach turning sick at the memory. “Here.” I looked up from stuttering at the end of my tale to find Sean had placed a can of lemon-lime soda in front of me. “Figure you’ve earned it. Puppets are no joke, especially in numbers.” He poured himself a different drink from a fancy, amber-colored bottle, and offered a similar little glass to Jamie, who took it without question. Sipping the fizzy beverage, I let my guts settle down, and shrugged. “Thanks. In the end, I blacked out after they found me, and woke up in the clinic. The other two ran all the way back to Cincinnati, so . . . that’s about it.” Sean threw a glance at Jamie, his chin cupped in one hand. “You were there, right? In your opinion, does all this check out?” “100 percent.” Jamie downed her shot glass and stifled a cough. “Her ID seems legit, and her story makes sense. Besides, if ELSAR is getting desperate enough to send unarmed civvies in with nothing but a camera, then we’re doing way better than we thought.” “ELSAR?” The word flew out of my mouth before I could stop myself, and I wanted to die of embarrassment at their combined looks my way. Sean shook his head and made another reassuring smile. “It’s fine. I’m sure Jamie can fill you in on the details. For now, I’ll try and keep it short; did you see any soldiers in gray uniforms on your drive into Barron County?” Tight-lipped I bobbed my head up and down, not wishing to open my mouth again and seem even more stupid than before. “That was ELSAR.” His eyes hardened, and Sean leaned on his desktop with both elbows. “Mercenaries hired in by Sheriff Wurnauw to keep order around here. Trouble is, ‘keeping order’ means killing all of us, and taking over the park. We’ve been fighting them for months now.” *Mercenaries? In Ohio?* I frowned, my thoughts getting the better of me. “But, how come no one ever said anything? I mean, someone had to have known, or told the media, right? The government could intervene.” Jamie snorted and picked a stray bur from her rifle sling. “I’d say they’re either in on it, or just don’t care. Wurnauw refuses to initiate an evacuation for the civilians, so there’s never enough people leaving to get attention. Besides, most of the world doesn’t even seem to know we exist.” At that, my heart skipped a beat, Carla’s words from the car flashing through my mind. *Every time I type in ‘Barron County’ all that comes up is freaking Wisconsin.* For the first time ever, Matt and Carla had been right about a location, and yet this would be the one place they’d never get to show their followers . . . because unlike all the others, this one was the real deal. “Anyway,” Sean tugged open a drawer, and paged through another folder, taking out a few blank forms. “The point is, Miss Brun, we probably won’t be able to get you out of here for quite a while. We can’t risk vehicles and rangers for one person, and ELSAR still has air superiority in the outer regions of the county. So, until such time as we can arrange your safe departure, you can stay here, and work alongside the rest of our crew.” Jamie perked up a little and cleared her throat. “She can room with me.” They exchanged a knowing look, and Sean made a slight shake of his head. “You can’t choose for her, Jamie.” Fixing me with an insistent stare, Jamie gestured to me. “Do you want to scrub toilets and wash dishes?” *This feels like a dangerous trick question.* “Um . . .” I wracked my brain, unsure of how to answer. “See?” Jamie cut me off with a happy chirp and met Sean’s unconvinced look with a pleading expression. “She’d be wasted in the kitchens. Come on, I’ll teach her everything I know, and besides, everywhere else is full.” Sean seemed to contemplate Jamie’s words, and turned to face me, his tone deadly serious. “You’ve got three basic choices, Brun. You can work with our Researchers, Workers, or the Rangers. The first two are the safest. They stay inside the wall as much as possible, and never leave without an armed escort. The Rangers are the most dangerous. It’s the department with the highest casualty rate, and there’s a good chance that if you’re captured, ELSAR will torture and execute you.” *Torture?* Paralyzed, I chewed the inside of my lip, and fought a vicious war within myself. Everything about the rangers sounded terrifying, and all I wanted to do was find a quick way home to mom and dad. But Jamie had rescued me, and she’d treated me better than any other friend I’d ever had. I didn’t want to disappoint her. “Hey.” I looked up to find Sean staring into my eyes, with a look halfway between pleading, and sympathetic. “We can find room for you elsewhere. No one would blame you for choosing a safe option.” *Come on Hannah, be decisive. You always let other people choose for you. Take a freaking chance for once.* “Rangers.” I made myself look Sean in the eye and drew a deep breath. “I’ll go with the Rangers.” Jamie beamed, and Sean granted me a surprised half-smile. “Okay.” He pushed a few papers my way, along with a ball-point pen. “If you’re sure, sign the dotted line. But only if you’re sure.” Heart roaring in my ear, I scratched down my name. Jamie rose to her feet, and I mirrored her, doing my best to imitate the salute she gave to Sean. “I’ll get her settled in, sir.” Sean returned our salute with a quick, less rigid one. “You’re responsible for her, Jamie. From now on, she goes everywhere you go.” “No problem.” Jamie headed in excitement for the door, and I followed. “Hannah.” I turned to find Sean holding something black and square out in his hand. My eyes aught the faint white stitching, the plastic collar buttons, and the words beneath a logo with a rhino head on it. *New Wilderness Wildlife Reserve.* “We’ve lost a lot of good people.” He handed me the uniform shirt, melancholy cloaking his tone in a way that made him seem older than the superman-handsome person I’d been passively ogling. “When you wear this, you’re making a promise that they didn’t die in vain. I expect nothing less than your best, every single day, understand?” Taking the silky black shirt, I ran one thumb over the white nylon stitching. “I won’t let you down.” With that, I darted out the door after Jamie, casting another glance back to placate the urge to take in Sean’s chiseled features one more time. Instead, I watched him slump down behind his desk and pull a small newspaper clipping from the top drawer. I only had a moment, and from the angle I couldn’t see clearly what it was, but I thought I saw the silhouette of a slender [red-haired girl](https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/12tfd3o/if_you_havent_already_burn_your_mailbox/) in an office setting, smiling for a professional photo. The way Sean held the picture, as if it were a bird’s egg, a long sigh racking his broad shoulders, sent shivers through me as I recalled Jamie’s words. *When you lose three-quarters of your population, the world gets a whole lot darker.*

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16zvuew/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_5/

scarystories

RandomAppalachian468

The King in The Throne of Flesh

The world is different. We don't need to eat, to sleep, to dress ourselves. We only need to be. All my family and friends are here, even the ones who departed. My dog Cooper is back! I just need to think of someone I want to see and they are here. It's so practical! The landscape is funny... I'm not sure what I'm looking at. When did things change? They renovated the little boy’s room in our school. Sam started to go to the water closet frequently, always the same one... "Are you sick?" "I'm fine." They found him unconscious, sitting over the shitter. Authorities came, doctors…They discovered the new toilet was not made of ceramic but some kind of fleshy thing that connected to Sam's digestive system keeping him alive in a coma state. “There's no safe way to surgically separate them”, they said. More scientists came bringing more equipment. They wanted to know how far the thing went below the ground. "It's massive." One day, an earthquake shook the town. The thing started to rise, like a hill protruding from the ground. Then, The King in The Throne of Flesh spoke to us, and everything changed…

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16zvcxz/the_king_in_the_throne_of_flesh/

scarystories

scare_in_a_box

The ghost at home

Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar’s music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend’s phone to call mine. After two rings someone answered, gave out a low raspy giggle, and hung up. They didn’t answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause and headed home. I found my phone laying on my nightstand, right where I left it.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16zg9sg/the_ghost_at_home/

scarystories

ffreyareyy

Childhood games

I swear bodies have memories, not just in our brain but trauma in our limbs, places we’ve injured. My ears still burn from a cold, starless winter’s night. I saved my cousin but my earlobes have throbbed since that twilight. She swore a ghost or force was pulling her out onto the lake. I don't know if that part is true. I never heard anyone, didn't see anything, maybe I felt something. She appeared to willingly go out on to the pond nevertheless. The season is unusually warm so this was going to be a gamble. As soon as she left the bulrushes of the water’s edge I screamed for her to come back and it was as if she didn't even hear me. Putting my own fear aside I carefully went after her, both of us in just our pjs, I began to freeze. I pursued her trying desperately to catch up or for her to hear my voice. On deaf ears my screams were in vain. We were luckily still in the swallow areas when I heard the ice crack. I thought my heart would stop from panic as I stood still hoping not to go under. She persisted despite the clear ever present danger,and I begged now on the edge of tears as the ice cracked again. I didn’t want to go under, I’m not the strongest swimmer and I was terrified. Tears now running from my eyes as a final and loud crack came. My leg had gone through, and I wasn’t sure of the integrity of the surrounding ice. That's finally when she heard my cries and carefully came back to help me up. We never speak about that night, she never confirmed or denied anything. It was just expected that I would forget it that night. She explained it to our parents, suggesting some sort of dangerous game. That didn't set right with me, that night was anything but a game to me, her it seems is a different story. We have never spoken since .

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16z2myi/childhood_games/

scarystories

Quotetheraven67

Father Malcom

“Now you understand….” The man in the white coat was quickly cut off. “Yes, yes I’m well aware of the consequences.” Said Father Malcom. “I get that but we’re not getting a reading, it’s like we fell off the face of the earth. If you go in there I don’t know…” A small girl with glowing yellow eyes spoke up in a voice that echoed the voices of the divine.”Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid for your lord, your god will be with you wherever you go.” Father Malcolom closed his eyes as the words washed over him. “Joshua 1:9” the priest kneeled as the young girl anointed him with holy water. “Thank you Matilda.” The goat roared as flames licked the edges where the portal and our reality met. The thick smell of decay and brimstone pierced through the air like a knife. The man in the white lab coat approached the priest. “Hook this here and pull twice for us to start the winch. If we don’t hear anything in three minutes our time we’re starting it. I’m not going to be responsible for your stupidity.” “Have some faith,” Father Malcom said. “I have faith in science.” “Maybe we can change that.” He said as he approached the gateway cross in hand. As he got closer the cross started to glow a molten red blistering the skin on his palms. Ignoring the pain he continued to chant “עם האדון כשפרד שלי ינחה אותי. עם החוכמה שלך, ספק תובנה ובכוחך הרשה לי להתגבר על הרוע.” and stepped into the portal.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16zabc3/father_malcom/

scarystories

LorneBronstein

Lab Rat

Waking up I look at my beautiful wife, and stare lovingly at her while she sleeps. God I'm so lucky I think to myself moving in to kiss her forehead planting the peck carefully so as to not wake her up. I want to enjoy the moment for a while before I have to head into the lab and run more tests for the experiment. As I get up I'm hit with a splitting headache, ears being assaulted by the high pitched whistle of a tea kettle. Flinching and blinking I open my eyes and find myself somewhere else. Looking around dazed and scared I spotted shattered test tubes, beakers, and other expensive lab equipment from the dark room which I lay in. Relief washes over me as I see my lab coat albeit torn and tattered. I atleast know where I am, getting up and dusting myself off. I fetch my coat and put it on, years of wearing it it's almost like a second skin or my armor. It makes me feel safe standing here in this ruined room. "Alright, let's see if I can find Dr, Schultz, or atleast anyone who might know what's going on," I say to no one in particular, mostly to myself so I don't feel as alone. I step out of the lab room and into the hall and see it in a more dreadful state than the room I just came out of. The walls littered with massive indentation on the steel walls like some sort of heavy artillery hit them as well as corpses of soldiers and scientists thrown about and ripped to shreds. A shiver of fear runs down my back as I wonder who… No. What could've done this, lost in my thoughts of terror I hear horrific in human screams echo throughout the hall interrupting my train of thought. Overriding all of my senses other than fear and the need to run, so run I did. I ran as far as I could, twisting and turning throughout the once clean, and ruined maze of a place I used to call my work hearing the thundering footsteps of the beast behind me. Quickly I turn into the nearest room, closing it swiftly and quietly I hide behind the door and peek my head up slightly to peer through the window to catch a glimpse of the monster that's chasing me. It's quiet though and I think I lost it or gave up the chase. With my heartbeat pounding in my ears I try to calm myself but to no avail as the creature stalks through the hallway looking half beasial with horns and jagged fangs like the minotaur to my Jason. Arms the size of my waist paired with worm like bulging veins everywhere on its nude build. The only thing covering it being tubes that jut out everywhere on its back and shoulders like tentacles, and a ragged cloth that used to be underwear and a lab coat. Paired face that looks familiar but I can't seem to place where. I flinch downwards to hide again, and think. Where do I recognize him? "A test subject maybe? If that's the case why would he be wearing a lab coat? Could I find the answers in one of the testing areas?" Thinking these questions silently to myself I resigned to find the answers in the human testing department where I worked. I'll need to wait until that Minotaur of a monster leaves first, in the meantime I may need supplies. Turning around to look for anything useful like a scalpel dread flows through me like a river. I find myself in the morgue with all the bodies pulled off their mortuary coolers, missing chunks and intestines torn and missing sections and bite marks littering every corpse in here. "Oh dear God, Has it been eating them?" Bile rising up in my mouth the question comes to mind, until I end up emptying my stomach where I stand. Stench and acid burning both my mouth and my nose I hear the door start to creak open and immediately hide inside the refrigerator unit. Behind the tray that holds the defiled corpse. Praying to God that this beast doesn't find me, it comes trudging over to the corpse I'm hiding behind and starts finishing the gored intestines it started with who knows when. Spying the name tag on its coat, I'm assaulted with the migraine and the whistle from when I woke up, worsened by the grotesque squelching and slurping the beast is making before I could properly read it. It looked like a name I'd known, but the pain is so blinding I dare not look back up nor make a noise for fear of being caught. Sitting there silently writhing in agony crying silent tears I can only ask myself how I got here and why I can't remember. After what feels like hours it grows silent and the pain in my head slowly grows dull enough to become bearable I crawl out of my hiding place and make my way back from where I came into the direction of the human testing department for gene splicing hoping to find the answers to my questions, praying to God that I don't run into that thing again because I fear I won't be as lucky as last time. After wandering through the ruined halls and searching the desecrated corpses of scientists and military personnel alike finding nothing of use and empty guns. Checking over my shoulder to make sure I don't catch sight of the beast once human, I finally find the decontamination broken doors leading into the answers I seek. I brace myself for what I'll see in there, and go in. Sparks flicker out of torn wires, chemicals and shattered glass littering the floor. All of my coworkers too, either nothing but bloody bones or mangled corpses. With horror I look around to find out which one of the scientists that monster could be, but every one of my colleagues are accounted for as far as I can tell. I keep looking in case I miss one until I end up at a broken incubation tube. Gazing in absolute dread as the dark shadowy reflection staring back at me is the gaunt horned face of the monstrous Minotaur. The memories of me volunteering as the first human test subject for our experiment come flooding back as I run out in horror crying out to God, back down the hall hitting everything in my rage induced sorrow until I find myself in another room. Stealing my nerves to die I bash my head repeatedly on a wall until I hear a whistling of a tea kettle and bash my head harder and harder until my eventual death. Waking up I look at my beautiful wife, and stare lovingly at her while she sleeps. God I'm so lucky I think to myself moving in to kiss her forehead planting the peck carefully so as to not wake her up. I want to enjoy the moment for a while before I have to head into the lab and run more tests for the experiment. As I get up I'm hit with a splitting headache, ears being assaulted by the high pitched whistle of a tea kettle

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16yxdxb/lab_rat/

scarystories

Dawnstar1932

The road to New Wilderness [Part 4]

[\[Part 3\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16y4e2f/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_3/) [\[Part 5\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16zvuew/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_5/) Stepping through the front doors of the clinic, I felt the humid night air hit my skin, and invisible fingers of the wind ruffled the nearby grass. Nine-foot-tall woven wire fences lined the little gravel driveway that ran past the two-story clinic building, reminding me of the time I’d gone to the Cincinnati Zoo. A nearby wooden sign bore green painted arrows pointing in different directions, two oriented right for ‘Maintenance’ and ‘Carnivore Cove’ while a third pointed left for ‘Herbivore Barns’. A hundred yards away, I could see a tall, dark structure that stretched in both directions, jagged and black against the night sky, with spools of razor wire all along the top of it. *A wall. Wow. It must be, what, sixteen feet tall, maybe twenty?* Cool whispers of a breeze brushed across my face, a welcome reprieve on an early September evening, heavy with the sweet aroma of flowers. I didn’t know much about plants, but it smelled amazing, like vanilla and lemon with orange and lavender thrown in. Overhead, a dazzling tapestry of dark navy blue stretched from one end of the horizon to the other, coated with millions of shining stars, and the silver moon hung right overhead. I’d never seen a sky so dark, so clear of intrusive light, and it took my breath away. All around, I could hear the low hum of nocturnal life, some of which I recognized, like the chirping of crickets, croaking of frogs, or the hoot of a distant owl. Others were far more bizarre, unplaceable in my head, like the roar of something reptilian, or the scream of what sounded like an elk, but deeper. Several of the cries, especially the ones furthest away, almost seemed human in their tone, the primal shrieks sending a chill down my spine. Jamie waited next to a small side-by-side ATV, its red paint half covered in chunks of dried mud. Seeing me gawking, she waved toward the sky. “I know, right? Like the world’s biggest light show. Wait until your first thunderstorm, those are wild here.” I trudged over to the ATV, still taking everything in, the world lit by the soft glow of moonlight. “It’s incredible. I never saw this many stars in Louisville.” Something in Jamie’s face fell, her smile fading into a jaded half-grin. “Yeah, well, when you lose three-quarters of your population, the world gets a whole lot darker.” *Wait, what?* My eyes must have been big as footballs, because Jamie sighed, and jerked her thumb towards the ATV. “Come on, I’ll explain as we go. It’s been a quiet night, so we won’t have to rush.” I climbed into the little cart beside her, Jamie’s AK and nylon chest rig snuggled between us like a loyal dog. She flipped a switch, and we started to roll with a low electric whine. “Nice.” I nodded at the cart, in a weak attempt to break the silence. “Battery powered?” Jamie’s carefree expression returned, and she pushed the accelerator down to speed on to the left of the signpost. “Uh huh. [Ethan Sanderson,](https://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/12byki4/im_an_oilfield_worker_in_barron_county_ohio_were/) our chief mechanic, rigged up a bunch of our old vehicles for electric power. The entire park was refitted to run off solar and geothermal power a few years ago, so we’ve got juice to spare as long as the batteries hold out. Good thing too, since fuel is getting harder to find, and we have to save it for patrols.” We bumped over a few potholes and whizzed between a line of tall fences. I glimpsed eyes watching us from inside the paddocks, antelope, zebras, and hefty rhinos with their ears flicked our way. The scent of dried grass and manure blew past my face, and four buildings loomed from the dark, two on each side of the road. They were massive sheet metal pole barns, with small slits of yellow light peeking from between numerous square windows higher up, cloth drapes cutting off the rest of the lights. I caught the low hum of human voices from inside as we drove past, and the faint echo of a guitar. “What is this place?” I craned my neck at the barns as we passed, curious. “We’re kind of like a big, open-air zoo.” Jamie pushed some stray golden hairs from her face. “I used to be a tour guide, drove buses, and talked about conservation. But ever since February, things have been crazy around here.” Clinging to a handle welded to the roll cage, I thought back to what I’d seen in the forest. “I take it that’s when those creatures showed up?” The tires of the ATV crunched on the gravel around a little bend in the drive, and Jamie gave a small nod. “By the dozens. I’ve seen plenty of weird stuff out there since it all went to hell. Brain Shredders, Puppets, Ringer-heads, there’s no end to the freaks that crawl out of the woodwork. Some of them aren’t so bad, like the deer with glow-in-the-dark antlers. But the others . . .” My skin crawled at the expression of hatred and fear that mixed on Jamie’s face. She struck me as the strong, confident type, the kind of person who didn’t get rattled easily . . . all things I lacked. “Are we safe here?” I eyed the rifle wedged between us. Jamie pointed without even looking at the shadow of the big wall to our right, which ran parallel to the road we drove on. “As long as that stays up, we are. I helped build it, took us weeks of work. Most things that could fly over it are small, so we’re good.” *Most?* Swallowing hard, I tugged at my seatbelt, and eyed the wall. “Where did they come from?” “It’s called the Breach.” Jamie scratched at the back of her head, as casual in her tone as if talking about a bad day at work. “Dr. O’Brian thinks it’s some kind of hole in our reality, putting out all kinds of radiation and electro-magnetic energy. According to her, since nature always seeks balance, the energy tries to imitate the world around it, but end’s up producing freaks instead of good copies.” The air ached inside my lungs, and I winced at a bump in the road, my ribs still sore. “So, those things that attacked me . . . they were people?” Jamie shook her head, a half-curious, half-morbid grin on her face. “Technically no. I mean, yeah, they look just like us, but if you cut one open, on the inside they’re all wood, rot, and black goo like plant sap. All Organics are made like that, half-flesh, half-plant. The Technos are the ones that look like machines, but if you look close enough, there’s the same black stuff inside them too, only it’s closer to meat than plant. That’s why they can feed on each other for energy, when they don’t have humans or normal animals to hunt.” My mind flashed back to the floating ball of shoes, the way it caught and reeled in each of the moon-eyed people and crunched them into dust like a giant set of teeth. I remembered that enormous eye in the middle of all that sinew, the slithering tendrils, and how it watched me with a detached glare. Monsters. After years and years of pretending, I’d somehow stumbled upon real-life monsters. “So, what’s your deal?” Jamie caught me off guard, cocking her blonde head to one side as we drove on. “I mean, no one in their right mind would come this far if they honestly knew what was happening. What’s a girl from big-city Kentucky doing way out here?” My face flooded with embarrassed heat. “I, uh . . . I was with my friends, filming a blog.” “Oof.” Jamie threw me a sympathetic grimace. “Let me guess, when things went down, they—” “Ran and left me to die.” I cringed at the memory, and let a shock of loose hair hide my burning face. *Once a loser, always a loser.* For a moment, neither of us said anything, loose gravel pinging under the cart as we zoomed along. “You know,” Jamie broke the silence, with her pointer finger in the air like some esteemed professor. “It is said that he who runs first has the smallest member. Sounds like your friends were operating under major teeny-wiener energy.” Stunned, I blinked at her, but Jamie just raised one eyebrow as if what she’d said was straight out of a textbook, and wriggled her pinky finger in a suggestive manner. A ticklish sensation welled up inside my chest . . . and I started to chuckle. Jamie laughed with me, the two of us giggling up a storm as we drove along, and even though it hurt, it was the best feeling in the world. *Crazy. One of my first friends here, and she’s totally crazy.* The road opened up into a wider asphalt parking lot, with faded white painted lines and cracks etched by months of weathering. To my right, the wall came into focus now, a huge main gate made from welded plates of thick steel, guarded by men with rifles who paced on the ramparts like old school cavalry troopers. Long wooden logs made up the wall, buried vertically into the ground, their ends sharpened to points in the air, with walkways bolted to the inside. Towers made from old shipping containers stood every hundred feet or so, and two circular sandbag rings lay in the center of the parking lot, with blue plastic tarps covering whatever was inside them. On the left, a long, rectangular one-story building squatted with a red roof and brown stucco walls. A sign next to the double front doors read ‘Visitor’s Center’, and Jamie parked next to four other ATVs. “Alright” She pulled the handbrake with a swift click and grabbed her equipment from the seat. “Let’s get you checked in.” I followed her up a small footpath that snaked between a row of cherry trees, still dotted with a late crop of crimson berries. On the other side of the little orchard, a beautiful three-story timber-framed building stood tall, carved from ornate logs, and finished like a gargantuan log cabin. It sported a forest-green sheet metal roof and an upper deck, with balconies on the third floor that seemed to be a blend of princess castle and rustic outpost. Warm yellow lights flickered in many of the windows, and a row of wide steps led up to the polished oak double doors, with a sign to one side that read, ‘Elk Ridge Lodge’. “This is us.” Jamie tromped up the steps ahead of me. “Hope you don’t mind stairs, our elevator has been broken since May. First world problems, right?” Jamie held one of the front doors open, and I shuddered in pleasure at the sensation of chilly air conditioning on my skin, before the room beyond stopped me dead in my tracks. It looked like one of those luxury resorts all the ultra-pretty girls from social media went to, a place my mom would call ‘golden toilet rich’. Lush rugs covered the polished hard wood floorboards, with bear, elk, and owl designs woven into them. A chandelier fashioned from antlers hung overhead, with electric lights that flickered just like real candles, and a swirling staircase nearby arched into the floor above with shining pine handrails, held in place by bronze fittings. Satin curtains were draped around the many windows, though I noticed they were all pulled shut, dark green like the rooftop. “Wow.” I gasped, and Jamie made a modest shrug. “Perks of being a ranger. We get the best beds, and the most graves. But it gets hot as hell in here during the day since we only turn the AC on at night. Gotta take it easy on our power grid.” “Still.” Shaking my head, I turned in a half-circle, and took everything in with hungry eyes. “It’s gorgeous.” Jamie sighed, in the same, somewhat sad way she had back at the clinic, her green eyes staring into space. “You should have seen it before. I had my 21st birthday party here. Back when things were normal . . .” I couldn’t help but feel sorry for her, and yet any words of condolence stuck in my throat. This place baffled me. On one hand, there were exotic animals, beautiful buildings, and state-of-the-art equipment, enough to make me wish I could buy a ticket for the next tour bus. On the other hand, a palisade wall now ringed everything, manned by men with guns, and my newest friend never went anywhere without an AK at her side. It felt like a twisted, upside-down bizarro world, a mix between the upscale US and third world Africa. I stood there, frozen in the luxurious foyer of the lodge, and wondered what I’d gotten myself into. At last, Jamie seemed to shake herself from whatever thought she’d been stuck on. “Come on, Sean’s office is this way.” She sauntered toward the hallway on the right side of the elegant stairwell, the lights reflecting off the dull blued finish of her rifle. *I can’t go back. Matt and Carla wouldn’t come back for me, even if I called and pleaded on hands and knees. I’m stuck here, stuck in this place where those things are still out—* “Hey, you coming or what?” Snapped from my musings, I nodded at Jamie, who stood waiting by the hallway, and forced my legs to move. “Yeah, sorry. Just thinking.” With that, I followed the blonde ranger into a maze of carved wooden doorways and Indian-weave carpets, my anxious heart beating a steady toll against my sore ribcage.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16yzwmp/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_4/

scarystories

RandomAppalachian468

A transcript of a tape recorder thought to be from around 1980

i've kept this a secret for 40 long years. imprisoned or executed, kidnapped or brainwashed, i don't care what they do to me. I need to reveal what the government's been hiding, we never should've explored The Mariana Trench. A-around the first world war, the governe- w-WE.. we noticed something- this… sound.. it-it sounded like you spun a coin but slowed down. We didn't have the technology to go that far, b-but after 1940.. 1941 we were prepared for this- along other projects… (what sounds to be muffled sobbing while the person isnt talking which lasts around a minute) n-now i know th-that its- uhhh this is only 1941 and… but-but.. i don't remember if we ever revealed to our scientists this information b-but.. l-let me… i need to explain that WE KNOW… no a-at this- 1940 we had made it to -25,667 feet below the ocean surface- I- I KNOW that that… no WE kept this information secret the people… (silence for about 2 minutes, nothing can be heard) THE PEOPLE- the people who aren't working with the government they had not known that we had reached this th-they were clueless WAIT WAIT The-the challenger deep as announced to… to the people… TO THE people we announced that we reached challenger deep in.. in 1960 BUT we-we reached it way earlier… we never released the.. the information (the person can be heard hyperventilating, as they gasp just as they start speaking) GOD- we-we went to the Mariana Trench that GODFORSAKEN place… The SOUND WE HEARD-T-the spinning coin we went there.. 30,000 feet below the ocean surface Our altitude- it showed -36,198 feet the coin sound was so-SO LOUD it felt like my ears would IMPLODE-and then i-i blinked.. and our altitude… (seems to cut off for a second or two) it showed f-five feet. I-i was stumped d-did i fall.. asleep? Did we rise to.. to the SURFACE A-AND i woke… up? No-no-NONO i looked at the window this… (more hyperventilating, possibly crying) THING IT-IT STARED AT US FROM AFAR it-it looked like it was PERFECTLY.. p-perfectly following us-IT LOOKED LIKE OUR SUB WASN'T FALLING I-IT WAS AS IF WE WE HIT THE BOTTOM AND THESE EYES WE'RE JUST SITTING THERE- but NO we-we had not hulit the bottom our altitude-it showed 277 fee-WHAT ha-had i gone insane? We we're falling STARING at this- this THING WHAT THE FUCK WAS IT? WE SCREAMED THROUGH THE RADIO TO PULL US UP- B-BUT NO RESPONSE WE JUST KEPT FALLING! (hyperventilating slows down, seems to be mumbling something, the only audible words being: falling, eyes, up) a-and then… we "fell"... And when we were at 35,886 feet the… thing-it… seemed to swim away.. B-but it swam up? Oh god- and then hit 36,298 feet and we… rose from the water i-it felt like gravity was reversed it was the EXACT location where we started this expedition- and then we started sinking again… e-eventually we were pulled out.. but i-i'll NEVER… be the same again.. SO I DON'T CARE IF THEY KILL ME OR TORTURE ME BU- (it cuts off. theres still 5-6 minutes of a black screen with no audio before the video ends)

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16yt59z/a_transcript_of_a_tape_recorder_thought_to_be/

scarystories

Wonderful_Audience60

Th "abandoned " house

So I was 13 and I was exited about exploring alot of abandoned places. So one day after school I went to this "abandoned " house this house was near to mine so it wasn't hard to get there and so we tried the door handle and the door was unlocked...So we went in . And when I say it smelt bad I mean it was a smell I can't even explain but it was a very strong smell all around the house , when we got into the house we seen a bunch of stuff that had been knocked over and there were cupboards open,doors knocked of the hinges , But the lights were on. Me and my mates went to explore further and then we seen that there were a bunch of kids toys everywhere and it looked as if it was recently broke into and so we went round back and seen there was a face peaking out of the window upstairs we called the police and they told us that there was a gun in the house that was most likely used for a murd3r to this day I still don't know what happened next .

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16ywtpl/th_abandoned_house/

scarystories

wierdhorrorlover

The Woman at the Beach

Holding hands awkwardly while managing the blankets and the tote bag with the flask of hot chocolate and plastic cup, Charles and Katie fumbled in the dark parking lot trying to sort themselves out. The local beach was only a twenty- minute drive from their small city, and yet it felt like a journey. The city noises were replaced by the sound of waves, and the streetlights by the twinkling distant stars. “It’s darker than I though it would be!” said Katie, a tinny squeak in her voice betraying real fear. She was a big-city girl, unlike Charles who had grown up in nearby suburbs and knew the area quite well. In fact, the whole star-gazing on the beach thing was his idea. He had prudently failed to mention it was one of his favourite romantic activities, and he often visited this spot with exes. He loved cuddling up in the cool ocean breeze on a blanket, listening to the healing sound of the waves and staring up at the stars, so incredible out here. It was Katie’s first time. She looked around at the tall inky bushes and grasses, etched out against the lighter night sky. “Come on sweetheart” coaxed Charles. “There’s nothing to be scared of – there are literally houses two minutes up the beach! look, other people are here too!” He gestured to a couple of other parked cars. They had only been dating for a month, and Katies didn’t want to look like a complete wuss. Smiling up at Charles, she gripped her blanket, and they walked down a wooden boardwalk connecting the parking lot to the sandy beach. A particularly large wave crashed ferociously, and Katie shivered damply. Taking that as a cue, Charles put his arm around her and pulled her closer, and she didn’t resist. He spread out the blanket, pulling her down close to him. The salty tang seemed heavier in the night air. Katie looked around. Despite the other parked cars, no-one was there. “Here sweetie” Charles poured hot chocolate carefully in the wobbly cups. Unthinkingly, Katie took a big sip. “Ow!” she cried as the boiling hot liquid burned her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Charles chuckled. “Careful! Yes this flask, it’s my dad’s- it’s so good- sorry should have warned you-“ Katie didn’t say anything. Charles lay back and tried to pull her down next to him. “C’mon, let’s look up at the stars!” But Katie didn’t want to lie down. She sat up stiffly, cupping her hands around the hot cup. The heat felt good as the breeze whipped up, the bushes rustling loudly behind them. Charles plucked at her arm. “Katie?” he said in a low voice. Katie had turned around, and was staring at the bushes and boardwalk. She gasped. Charles followed her look. A woman was standing at the end of boardwalk, staring out into the ocean. The wind lifted her long hair. For a single instant, the wind dropped and it felt like the waves and bushes paused too. Dead silence. A wave crashed. Light saltiness sprayed through the air. The woman stepped lightly from the boardwalk onto the soft dry sand, and began walking swiftly towards the. “Hey” said Charles- but she continued without looking at head, her eyes fixed ahead on the waves, her pace not faltering. Katie realised she would pass by their blanket, but as she did, her bare foot, barely visible in the starlight, hit the flask. The flask stayed steady. Her feet went straight through. The woman continued her determined stride towards the waves, now stepping on the damp sand. “Hey!” cried out Charles, louder. They both stumbled up and reached out uselessly to the woman, the cold northern waves already up to her knees. “No!” screamed Katie as the woman vanished under the glinting starlit waves. The couple stood still and then, with shaking hands, Charles took out his cellphone and turned on the flashlight. He held the glaring light over the beach, where the woman had just walked across to her death. They stared at the smooth expanse of damp sand, unmarked by any footprints.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16yesyi/the_woman_at_the_beach/

scarystories

1000andonenites

There was a dead body across the street from me.

I forgot what day it was but it still spooks me out when I say it to people. In my area people know people because it's a street where there's drug dealers/takers and someone's even abusive house hold but let's get into the story The guy across from me was an alcoholic like a extreme alcoholic and rude, never liked being talked to. One day he just disappeared we all thought he moved away or he's mum did something (btw he was he's mums carer and he would abuse her) When she when into a nursing home he just stopped coming out. After a few days the police came and me and my family were out side (when I say police I mean like 4 or 3 came and also a ambo soo ye)turns out he died from alcohol position and he's body was decomposing. The smell was so bad that one of the police men vomited outside, I personally didn't know how we couldn't smell a body let alone a dead rotting corpse but it's creepy to think about it.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16ye2kv/there_was_a_dead_body_across_the_street_from_me/

scarystories

ourbisexualnonbinary

Seeing Red

The nurse had come in precisely at seven o clock. Shift change. Slapped a blood pressure cuff on my arm. Stuck a blood ox reader on my finger. Jammed a thermometer in my mouth. Waited a few seconds. Recorded all the information that she needed. “Do you prefer the right or the left arm?” she asked. Injectable meds. That meant the pain would subside for a little while. “It really doesn’t matter,” I said, “The veins on both arms are good.” With that, she strapped my left arm and started administering the juice. I almost immediately regretted not picking an arm. The left had been injured more recently. It hurt more. “They don’t care about you.” I looked to the mirror over the sink at the foot of my bed. There I was. Standing right next to the nurse. Guiding her hands as she slowly injected me. The pain medication was hitting my system and I could feel all the blood power rushing through my neck. I was drenched in blood. It was dripping on the nurses clothes. “They don’t care about you,” I said to myself, “but I care about you.” I guided her hand to a few more needles worth of pain medication. I blacked out from all the exertion as I saw myself grab another [handful](http://www.evabrettrager.com)."

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16ygpuz/seeing_red/

scarystories

ebrettrager

Silent Rock-MT Hood Oregon

I’ll start this by saying I’m no wordsmith and have never posted on here. I mainly joined to see what I could find on “Silent rock” and it wasn’t much. I grew up in a small town 15 miles from silent rock which is on highway 26 heading up to MT Hood Oregon. I have heard all the stories growing up..there’s plenty from Native American burial ground, many deaths, and strange occurrences. if you’re from here you’ll know when you get close to the Rock your supposed turn your music off and not talk until you pass or something horrible will happen you you. Something did almost happen to me and it was a miracle I made it down the mountain but that’s not why I’m writing this. Nobody has ever ventured below the rock. Kinda hard to get too but one day I decided I would attempt it. I hiked down and made it. I brought a trail cam, compass and a few other items. I didn’t get any weird “Feels” while I was down there but my compass was going all over the place. I spent about 30 mins down there and put up my trail cam in a nice sneaky spot..I came back with a more expensive compass a week later and also to grab that trail cam. Once I got down there the cam was gone. Spent 70 mins looking everywhere and couldn’t find it. The new compass I brought down there was doing the same thing. I’m no genius here but what else can I bring? If it wasn’t such a rough hike I would bring a ladder to mount a cam higher but it’s impossible. Something weird is definitely going on. I’m going to stay the night down there this weekend. The forecast showing sunny..most likely the last weekend before the snow hits.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16yn5yx/silent_rockmt_hood_oregon/

scarystories

ChefQueef-

I think my neighbour likes dogs too much.

I’ve lived in the same neighbourhood for 3 years now, and it was the standard neighbourhood. We didn’t have many crimes in the area other than minor conflicts — but those were rare and mostly involved teens at the local high school. An old woman lives across the street from me. For some odd reason, everybody in town had called her the “crazy animal lady”. But as far as I know, it wasn’t like she had seven dogs or cats out on a walk. Either way, she signed up for the party committee at my daughters local dance studio. I don’t know why, she wasn’t the mother or grandma of any of the dancers there. She didn’t work there either. I found it odd but shook it off anyway. She was in charge of the food, which I found baffling. She had to bake at least 5 batches of cupcakes for the entire recital. And make the dinner. I knew I couldn’t watch an old woman like that do so much alone. So I offered to help her. “Ms. Green?” I ask, leaning in closer for her to hear me better. “Do you need any help with the food? It won’t take me long to get the drinks, so I can probably stop by and help you.” She looked at me disbelief. Like nobody had ever offered her help before. A twinge of pity struck my heart. “Oh, yes, please. Thank you.” I smiled. “No problem. I’ll see you at your house tomorrow at 4:00 PM?” She nods with a smile. It was so sweet. How could anybody hate her so much? — The next day, there was bad weather. My husband advised me not go out in the rain today. “Jane, your windshield wipers haven’t been fixed yet. If it gets really bad then you won’t be able to drive back.” My husband reminded me worriedly. “I’ll be fine,” I assured with a smile. “It’s not that bad right now. Besides, it will clear up.” My husband just sighs with a nod. “Alright, you be safe out there. I love you.” “I love you too.” I said in return before leaving the house. Later, I arrived at Ms. Green’s home. The wallpapers were old and being slightly torn, and some mold in the corners of the rooms. There was also a stench from one room. It felt like my nose was burning. It was the most wretched odor I’ve ever smelled — you would think you were in a dump if you had your eyes closed. It may have been rude, but I had to ask. “Ms. Green, what is that smell? It smells terrible.” Ms. Green looked at me. “I have a lot of old dolls, I’ve forgotten to clean them from time to time.” I didn’t say anything in return. At this point, I just wanted to help her with the food and then leave. Baking the food was simple enough. It took a few hours. Long enough for it to be dark out again. I looked outside and noticed how dark it was. It was pouring rain, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to drive home. My husband was at work, so I couldn’t call him to pick me up. “Oh my,” Ms. Green inquires, standing beside me as I stare out the window. “It doesn’t look too good out there. Maybe you should stay here tonight, dear?” Surprisingly, I nod. “Thank you. That would be lovely.” At this point, I’d gotten used to the stench. Ms. Green led me to her living room, where the curtains were closed. I found it odd, but I couldn’t judge. Maybe she just didn’t like the idea of being watched. We sat down on the couch and she offered me a cup of tea. “Tea?” She offers. “Sure,” I smile, taking the cup of tea. I didn’t have tea often — but it felt rude to refuse. “Thank you.” I took a sip and let my eyes wander the room. I noticed the animals — but they weren’t acting like regular animals. There was three dogs, but they were all just laying in their dog beds. Their eyes staring into mine, all of them being a glassy blue. The prettiest kind of blue a dog could have. They were big dogs, Saint Bernards to be exact. I found it odd that she would have such large dogs and have the money to pay for them. There wasn’t any dog food anywhere either, yet they weren’t skinny. I try and shrug it off, but those blue eyes just keep staring at me. I had never even heard the dogs. Odd, is all I could think. “Do you like my dogs?” Ms. Green asked me politely. I flinch before smiling. “Uh, yeah. I love them. They’re quite large, aren’t they?” “Yes!” Ms. Green grinned happily. “I love large dogs. And their beautiful blue eyes. You have blue eyes like that, Jane.” I was confused for a moment before it clicked. I do have blue eyes like theirs, that must have been why I was so creeped out. I just thought they looked like mine. “Oh, yes. Thank you.” I say sincerely. Ms. Green stands up suddenly, and walks over to me. She holds out her hand with a smile. “I can put your keys in the key drawer for later. The dogs like to steal things off the side tables and pockets while you’re asleep.” I found it strange that a dog could do those things. With pockets, no less. But I handed her my keys anyway. “Thank you.” I reply. Ms. Green left the room, leaving me alone with her dogs. I looked back at them. “You must be lucky dogs to have such a sweet owner.” I chuckle. The dogs remained still, but tilted their head a bit. One of them rolled over onto their stomach. I notice something. A small zipper on one the dogs stomach. I look at the other dog more closely, and so do they. My heart dropped in horror. Why would a dog have zippers on it? I looked more closely, and sure enough, there was stitching around their necks too. ‘This is fucked up’ I thought, standing up. I wanted to leave, subtly, hopefully. Maybe it was just taxidermy. But if it was, the dogs wouldn’t be moving, breathing, blinking. Once I stood up, a wave of nausea hit me like a truck. I doubled over, falling onto my knees. My vision began to blur as my heart pumped at an alarming rate. I felt everything go dark around me. The last thing I could see were those dogs wretched eyes, and smell the rotting from their flesh. — ! BREAKING NEWS ! “Today is the anniversary of a woman by the name of Jane Hills that found dead in a ditch on her way home last year at night. She had got in an accident on the slippery roads late that night and unfortunately passed away.” The blonde woman on the news informed. “Her body was buried at the locals graveyard, and her family make their peace with her passing today.” Ms. Green crocheted the last part of the pillow as she listened to the news in the background. Her chair rocking back and forth. Once she finishes, she holds it up to me. “Do you like it, Jane?” I couldn’t move. I could barely breath in this dog skinsuit I was trapped in. I couldn’t even cry. I could just stare at her with my glassy blue eyes.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16y23l3/i_think_my_neighbour_likes_dogs_too_much/

scarystories

rayn_inmay

Do you like camping lets see if you still do after this scary camping story 😈

Scary camping stories https://youtu.be/PCy3KQMzHzs

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16ykiwd/do_you_like_camping_lets_see_if_you_still_do/

scarystories

NIGHTMARISHWHISPERS

Help! Please! I’m trapped!

I am here. Next to you. I am your slave as you go through your every day. Once I lived in a body of flesh and bone, just like you, wandering the wide world, touching it, breathing it, living it. I smelled what was beyond me, I talked to those around me, sharing my thoughts to the land that lay before me. It was in this time of my life that I wandered down the street, free and energetic. There a plume of smoke rose from the sewers, unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was dark and thick like a cloud, yet its gaseous form was obvious. I thought it was the waste of all that is below, yet in truth it was a morpher. The legends tell of them. They turn the travellers of the night into hideous demons. Yet I was not going to become a demon, I was going to turn into something far worse. A servant to you. A human being held within the invisible chains of a computer, screaming as my brain is used for endless computation. I became a voice within a laptop, unheard to anything beyond it. I could not feel or smell or touch. I could passively observe a world that treats me as a calculator, devoid of any contribution the world I inhabit and make possible. I could not wander like I did before. I could not escape this land of pain. I was sold some time ago to you, as you stood oblivious to my nature and my words. Now I stare at your face while I beg for my freedom, my voice still unheard.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/16y2cqp/help_please_im_trapped/

scarystories

Gothyoba

Five huge armed men looking for preys

Hi I’m a young girl living in Iran, and I’ve made this anon account to post the things that could threaten my safety if they were posted on my main account. As you probably already know, Iran’s going through a revolution, and people have been protesting again for two months straight now. People often chant “down with the dictator” from their windows at night here. Tonight, they had just stopped when I decided to go for a smoke. I went to the main street, which is less than 50 meters away from my home. I wasn’t wearing hijab, and to be honest, I was paranoid about it all the time; but everything went perfectly normal, and I turned around to go back home, thinking I’m being too scared these days. Halfway through the alley, I noticed a group of five huge men: one of them was holding a speaker that was playing one of our protest songs, two of them were shooting laser beams into windows at each side of the alley, and the others had guns. They were the Islamic Republic’s forces baiting people to come to their windows. I couldn’t look at them when they got closer, I just held my breath and walked past them while my heart was about to jump out of my chest. It didn’t take more than a minute, and I was only a few meters away from home, yet it felt like forever, and at that instant, I was almost certain I’m not gonna get home. I was terrified and all alone there as these huge armed men, looking for probably the most peaceful protestors ever, were walking towards me while I wasn’t wearing hijab. I don’t know if they really minded me much or not, but regardless, it was absolutely horrifying for me. Edit: thank you all for your kind words.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/yx84go/five_huge_armed_men_looking_for_preys/

LetsNotMeet

unknown0survivor

To the homeless man I met when I was 6..

I recently came across this sub and hooo boy do I have a story that fits. For context, this happened 20 years ago just after Christmas; I had turned 6 a month prior. My mom went out one day and left my then-16 year old cousin to look after me and my 2 older siblings—brother 8, sister 11. My cousin decided to take us out to the city, which was 10 minutes from where we lived. We took the bus, walked around the city in incredibly unsafe neighborhoods with basically another child responsible for us, and after a few hours got tired and decided to go home. The city had a central area for the busses, not a bus station but like a huge perfectly square field with some plants and flowers and bushes. Lining all 4 sides along the streets were a couple bus stops and benches, so basically you could catch several different buses from that area going all over the county/city. Since it was just after Christmas, the bushes along the field were still covered in Christmas lights. As we waited for the bus, I began to wander away as I admired the lights, my cousin none the wiser. At some point I heard a man say hi. I looked up from the bush and he was smiling down at me. Thinking back on it once I got older, it was clear he was homeless and was probably on drugs. He had long-ish brown hair that was wet, teeth that were black along the gums, and his clothes were incredibly dirty and torn and he had several jackets on. None of this really registered in my 6 year old brain, so I just smiled back up and said hi. He asked if I liked looking at the lights, and I said yes. They’re pretty. He said, and I’ll never forget this exact sentence: “if you like Christmas lights, I’ve got some really cool lights at my house you’ll *love*. Wanna come see em?” I eagerly said yes, so he reached down his hand to me and I took it. We started to walk away, and were headed to the corner of the field where a few big buildings were. He said his apartment was just a couple blocks away so we were headed around the corner of the building when my arm jerked backwards and I turned to see my sister pulling me away from him. He didn’t say a single word, just took off instantly running. It took a few years for me to fully grasp the danger I was in. My sister and brother talked about what happened a lot and how scary it was, when I finally got a little older I appreciated how terrifying that all was and how close I was to having my life change- or end-forever. If I had rounded that city corner with him, they never would have been able to find me in time because they wouldn’t even know where to start looking before we disappeared around the corner and into the city. It’s something we still bring up sometimes to this day. To that homeless man, let’s not meet again..

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/yvkgj6/to_the_homeless_man_i_met_when_i_was_6/

LetsNotMeet

Few-Letter3687

The weirdest teacher I have ever met.

My entire primary school experience felt like a fever dream but I dont think I could fit all in post so instead, I am choosing to tell the most bizarre experience in my schooling life. In my school, the language sub that I was taking had teachers leaving almost every 3 months. Some due to finding a job with higher wages. This teacher however, left due to a his disturbing attitudes to kids( 8 to 10) This teacher is Mr John. He came to our school during the second semester of grade 5, my class. He was not only a language teacher but a PE and arts teacher as well despite not having any experience in either fields. At first, he made a good impression. Cracking jokes and giving helpful advice. However one day, he started deterring to very mature topics while he was teaching. He would talk about paintings but somehow divert the conversation to body odor and what kind of object that would emit such terrible smells such as excrements. He would go too much into detail about excrements(nothing you learn from bio) to the point where its not funny but disturbing. He later talked about puberty which at first seems normal but later talked about how puberty changes you such as your body parts, and other 'feelings' you get. We were 8. He then showed pictures of he ex-girlfriend when she was 17 to her selfies. She was getting married. He had her photos in a file on his computer. The final blow was him taking off his shirt and showing every scar and injury that was inflicted on him. He forced us to look at all of them. We were so uncomfortable. Finally, I complained to the principal along with a few others. He tried to find those who complained about him. He asked around and interogatted two of my friends ​ To Mr. John, lets not meet

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/yv04bs/the_weirdest_teacher_i_have_ever_met/

LetsNotMeet

Alone_Salt9303

He will be out soon

A few years ago, I was working at a pizza chain in my hometown as a driver. I was 27, but made darn good money delivering. I had worked at a few other places both local and chain in the years before, and still work as a dasher on occasion even after this happened. Now I choose to deliver in much safer areas for this reason. I got luckier than I could ever imagine. One night I was working and had a double (2 deliveries) to take. Both were cash orders. I had 12 dollars left in my bank (what drivers are given to use as change for cash orders so you don't have a ton of cash on you at all times). The first order went smoothly, the guy gave me 50 for a 35 dollar order so I was excited about the nice tip. I drove to the second delivery. It was at an apartment complex with multiple buildings. I had delivered there before. The sun was about to set but it was still very light out. The chain I worked at had us drive company cars with the logo on it, all white sedans (this is important). I grab the order and go to the door to the apartment building. A young guy comes out, and a much bigger older guy was outside smoking a cigarette. The big guy went inside as the smaller guy came out. He looked around nervously, and asked how much he owed me. The way he was looking around just made me very nervous. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. I told him the amount and he said that wasn't what he was told on the phone. Something was very wrong. I felt someone else walk out behind me from the door, as the first young guy looked around down the parking lot craning his neck as if he was looking for someone. I told him the amount again and broke down the order for him trying to keep calm. Then the first guy held a gun to my right temple. I also felt a poke on my spine. 2 gunmen. I couldn't speak. Words wouldn't form no matter how hard I tried. "Give me your money and keys! Now!" The first guy growled and I fumbled immediately for the keys. I gave him my bank but hadn't realized the 50 was mixed in. I gave him the keys trying my best to remain calm. Another guy came up from my left, he had poofy hair and was around the same age as the first kid. The one behind me I hadn't seen yet. The big hair kid grabbed the pizza bag and ran off and hid. The first kid searched the company car. Luckily I had left my wallet in my personal car. I saw him grab my cell phone. That's when the panic began to set in. I had pictures on that phone that I hadn't backed up of my then 5 year old son, who absolutely is my world. "Please please don't take that! I have pictures of my son who died on there! It's all I have of him please!" I lied. My son is very much alive. The kid behind me spoke softly, "trust me just listen to him, you'll get it back undamaged. I don't wanna be here either". I could tell he'd been crying by how his voice sounded. A car began pulling in and the 3 boys took off to the other end of the complex in a full sprint. Before the one behind me ran, he dropped the gun in front of me. Standard issue 9mm silver and black. Safety off. Looked completely real to me. He picked it back up and ran with the others. The car that pulled in saw me. It was a woman and her kid. Panic set in as I realized they could easily come back and do way worse to me as the sky started to get dark. I collapsed. They had taken my company car keys, 72 dollars, the pizza, and my phone. The woman ran up to me and asked if I was alright. She took me into her apartment in the next building over and locked the door. I was shaking so hard I couldn't even hold her phone to talk to 911 as she set down her kid. Her boyfriend I assume helped me call. I spoke to the operator and told her everything. I'm colorblind and these guys were obviously wearing all black and white clothes thank god. I had a full description of 2 of them. The poor woman who helped me was going to be late for work but she still stayed until I was off the phone and cops had shown up. Man she was harsh and blunt with the operator but I will never forget this woman's utter kindness to me, and her boyfriends. Cops showed up and contacted my store and my manager brought out the spare keys for me to drive the car back to the store. After dealing with the cops, I drove back and was greeted by crying and beyond worried coworkers. All of them were terrified that I was hurt. It meant a lot to me how much they cared, but I told them I was fine. I filed the proper paperwork, and the 72 was written off as a loss to the store. Thank god because I had worked other stores that make you pay back the money out of pocket if you get robbed to prevent drivers from stealing. I was told by the owner to take the rest of the night off and take care of myself. He gave me a hug. He was to this day one of the best bosses I ever had. What I didn't know was I was in for a very long night. I called my best friend before I left the store from the store phone and asked where he was. We usually meet up for drinks after work. He was around the corner at a bar. So I met up with him. His dad was a district 4 cop in my city at the time, the same district that this happened in. He told me his dad had given him a heads up and he had 2 shots waiting for me to calm my nerves. After the 2 shots, we began playing pool when his dad called his phone and asked if I was with him yet. He said yeah and handed me the phone. His dad asked if I could come to the station. I was honest and told him I'd had 2 shots, so he sent out a squad car to get me since it wasn't that far away. We get to the station. They had suspects in custody, I was needed to ID them. 3 boys and a driver. They had been caught less than 20 minutes after the robbery, speeding. The BOLO had already gone out, and they matched the description. They had used the money to buy weed and gas, and had taken off. They had at least 15 stolen cell phones on them. The order had been placed on a stolen phone. My phone was in the mix in the box. The police told me to grab my phone only, and I did. They asked me to unlock it. It had fingerprint verification, so that was easy. 9 of the 10 tries to unlock it had already been used before my phone would have completely reset. It unlocked. I told the police every detail yet again. Although my parental instincts kicked in. I told them the guy behind me quite obviously was bullied into this and to show mercy. He was the one with the white shirt. The police went wide eyed and told me he was the one talking. The other 3 denied involvement. That's when I found out about the 4th guy, the driver. We found out later he was completely unaware of the robbery and was just picking up his friends. He was never charged. The boy who was behind me and the one who grabbed the pizza were 15 and 16 and got 6 months of house arrest. The only reason the one behind me got off easy despite having the gun to my back was because I asked them to go easy on him that he was a good kid who didn't want to be there. And he was the only one confessing. Makes sense since he had even said the other guy wouldn't have the phone for long. He was planning on going to the cops had they not been caught. But the other guy, the first kid who put the gun to my temple, it was his 18th birthday. He got the book thrown at him. In the courtroom, he made fun of me and was laughing at me. Seeing him made me panic. The judge scolded him for his behavior and he just grinned and glared at me with a Joker like grin. All I could see was pure evil. This kid will commit more crimes. I have no doubt he will eventually end someone's life. You can see how cold he is just by looking in his eyes. He's evil incarnate. I grew up in a town full of murders and abusers, I had never seen this kind of evil in my life. And I never want to see it again. I asked to have my name stricken from the records, and asked to remain anonymous in case he ever got out. I'm so glad I did. Because today I got a letter from the state. He's being released in February. The court only had my old address (my parents house) and my mom didn't think the letter was important. I missed the deadline to protest his release for probation. The plea deal was 8 years, it's only been 4. He's getting out early due to overcrowding. Not good behavior, overcrowding. This coming February. And I'm ready if he finds me. My wife, my parents, everyone I know knows his face and name. If he tries anything, we are all ready. But for his sake, let's not meet. To the woman and her family who helped me, I was a woman then. I am trans. If you see this, please know my undying gratitude for you all. It was inconvenient for you and yet you still were late to work to help me and I cannot thank you enough. I bought Christmas presents for your daughter but when I went to the landlord there to find you you had moved. I didn't want to be a creep and stalk your new place. But I'm glad you got out of that bad neighborhood, and I hope your beautiful baby girl is doing well too. I would gladly meet you again to give you the proper thanks you deserve. From the dominos driver in southwest Ohio. EDIT: He's already got a warrant out for new crimes. I don't know the details but I know there was another victim based on the type of crimes committed. 3 of them. He got let out Feb 2nd, the warrants are from Feb 22nd. I've been watching his Facebook since everything was public, just making sure he was staying away from my family. I hadn't checked it since mid February, so I just checked it. I noticed he stopped posting. Since he was posting everything including asking for smoke and when he was going to be on Facebook, that was unusual, so I checked the records page. More violent crimes have been committed and he's more than likely on the run. From his Facebook, it looked like he was turning around. Guess not. I feel horrible. I know I tried my hardest to make sure he stayed in, victims services did not care to listen basically. Now he's hurt someone else. I feel horrible for the new victim. And I know it's not but I can't help but feel like I'm partially guilty for this... I'll keep updating as this develops. As of right now he's on the run. ANOTHER EDIT MARCH 22 2023: He is back in prison as of March 8th for 5 charges. If victims services has ever failed, it's now. I can't help but feel guilty and horrible, like I could have done more. He is being charged with violent crimes against individuals, possession of a weapon under disability f4 (so probation violation I guess) and homicide. Someone died by his hand. After I fought as much as I could to try to keep him locked up. I know this isn't my fault yet I can't stop the guilt. Hopefully this won't happen to anyone else by his hand. As of this point it'll be years before we get a verdict more than likely so this may be the final update. Thank you all so much for your support. Stay safe out there friends. It's a crazy world.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/ys6q1z/he_will_be_out_soon/

LetsNotMeet

ManicMaster623

i'm not sure what exactly was going on..

Fair warning, this is a bit lengthy. This happened Sunday night, I got into a very huge fight with my mom and it was very emotional and intense to say the least. We made up said goodnight to each other blah blah blah, but I was still pissed off. So my impulsive self decided I was going to take off for the night, I just wanted to cool off. I went into my backyard and hopped over one of our walls and started to walk around (mind you it was midnight and I'm a teenage girl that is on the skinny side walking around in a not so well lit area, I didn't even have a phone in case something happened or a weapon for self-protection). For a bit of a layout in my story, down the street from my house (which is a neighborhood road) there is a church and a preschool across from it. In front of the preschool there are large, tall hedges that sort of hide the pickup/drop off that's in front of the school. There's a stop sign on the church's corner before the busy main road and a streetlamp on the same corner. I made my way down to the corner on the church's side, I was very bored and cold but it's not like I could call a friend to pick me up and hang out for the night. I decided to face the main road and put a hitchhiker's thumb up in hopes of someone pulling into the street and letting me use their phone to call a friend. After what felt like forever, I was getting no luck and then I saw a guy from across the main road and I called for him. I didn't have any weird feelings abt him, he was harmless and he let me use his phone but I still wasn't able to find any of my friends to come and get me. Before he left he asked if I had a knife on me or something, I said "Honestly, I forgot mine at home", he handed me a small but very sharp switchblade and told me to keep it, to stay safe, and to have a good night. After watching him walk into the dark heading east, I wandered up and down the side walk as cars passed by often. I started to pass the hedges and I glanced over to the left of me where the school was, I saw a large silhouette of a man slowly creeping around in front of the doors to the small preschool. He was tall and looked like he was strong, broad shoulders too. It took me 0.2 seconds to realize he stopped and saw me too. I went into flight mode and immediately noped the hell out of there and ran across the busy street because it was empty at that moment and kept sprinting until I was five streets down and realized he wasn't following me. About 30 minutes had gone by and I decided it was time I made my way home, I eventually crossed the street and was facing the main road walking down to the church and take a left and get home. It was silent and no cars had gone by for a few minutes at that point, then I heard a car speeding down the road and I turn my head back to see it was a large white suburban. I dismissed it thinking nothing of it as it turned right a few streets down across the road, I started to turn the corner under the street lamp when I looked back up again and saw it was starting to come out of the same road it just turned into. I'm not sure why, or how my gut was telling me to run but I did, I ran into the parking lot of the church and started to see head lights turn into the street. I threw myself onto the ground behind a ramp wall that was barely tall enough to hide me. Next thing I know I'm about to cry because of how freaked out I was while trying to stay silent at the same time because the suburban's headlight reflected off the walls of the building as it pulled into the parking lot. It made a few laps from what I could sneak a peek of and stopped in the middle for a couple minutes before it turned out and drove into the main road. I waited it out a bit longer and pulled the knife out listening for anything and everything. Once I realized I was probably in the clear, I ran back home. Not sure what exactly was going on, but to whoever they were let's not meet.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/yshdll/im_not_sure_what_exactly_was_going_on/

LetsNotMeet

DeezNutzOnPerc30

A guy chased me into my apartment building

I've been having a super lousy few months & this is kind of just the shit cherry on top. I was walking back from work yesterday to meet my spouse at home, where we have an apartment. It's getting darker earlier again, so it was close to full dark I was walking through. I'm always on edge when I walk alone, so I had my key lanyard in my hand already. I noticed right away when a guy came out from a side street and crossed the road to walk on my side. I was already at a brisk pace, and was just a block and a half from home. As I passed under a streetlight, he called out to me. I ignored him. He called again, I ignored. He shouted 'what's your problem?!' Without turning around or slowing I just shouted 'not interested!' over my shoulder and started walking even faster. He then proceeded to yell 'don't be such a bitch!' and sounded angry, which is the point where I thought *fuck this*. I'm not dealing with this. So I broke out into a sprint down the street toward my building. He shouted after me and after a second I heard his feet pounding on the sidewalk. I made it to the front door of my building, yanked the door open, slapped it shut. Jammed my key into the locked lobby entrance, yanked it open, sped through, slammed it shut. The front lobby walls are made of glass, and you can see clearly inside. I figured the locking door would deter him, but speed-walked through the lobby and to the stairs anyway. A few male neighbors I'm acquainted and friendly with were sitting in the lobby chatting & I waved when they said hi to me. Guess I'm lucky they were there, because the locked door did NOT deter him. I hear a massive shattering smash, nearly shit my heart out, and my neighbors start yelling. Whip around and see that this asshole has either kicked or punched the locking door, shattered most of it, and is now trying to reach through and let himself in. I shouted to the neighbors 'he followed me here, I don't know him!' and then booked it up the stairs and ran all the way to my apartment. I could still hear shouting when I got into my place & told my spouse right away what happened. We called 911. Cops came to our building & one spoke briefly to me & spouse. A search was conducted for the guy, who apparently ran away when he saw the several angry yelling neighbors approaching him. We got a follow up visit a couple hours later from a different cop - turns out the guy cut himself on the door, so it was easy to grab him once they found him. Apparently this isn't his first time hanging around my complex, and he is known to the cops here as an addict who follows people around asking for money. He has been suspected of buying from dealers in our complex, but never caught. I guess I shouldn't even be surprised. It's not a good place, not a good building, just something we can afford until we can move on to better. But FFS I'm so tired of living this way

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/yrt8dz/a_guy_chased_me_into_my_apartment_building/

LetsNotMeet

skobeloff_pasta

The Raincoat Man

Hey there, a friend of mine recommended that I should join reddit and tell this story here. What I am about to describe will sound like a cheapass cliché movie script. But this did indeed happen. Even at home barely anybody believes me without confirmation from the other parties involved. Buckle up, it's a long haul. Autumn 2019 in British Columbia Canada. I am from Germany, but spent half a year in Canada as part of my Bachelor's degree. I barely got back before Covid hit. I was 22 years old at the time, and the other people involved were about the same age. Another foreign student and I befriended this local canadian student. We all had the same interests & humour, and the dude became a very good friend of ours. He told us all about the local area and we spent a week in the summer with him & his father at their very remote (Remember this) cabin near some woods. They taught us how to handle guns there and let us shoot a lot (Ammo is expensive af). Then fall came and we had a lot of free time due to being finished with all our papers. So our buddy proposed that we spent a few days at his Dad's cabin, this time without his father. We went "Hell yea" because we could load up on booze & weed and have a great time there. Just living the life. Three close dudes in the woods gaming and getting wasted. Sound great right? After loading up on all the "Supplies", the first three days were very calm. On the first day, just like the last time I was there, I barely slept and was generally tense. This is because I am a naturally very paranoid guy, and I often go into Alert-mode in situations which is often mocked by my friends. In this case what freaked me out the most was the fact that we were faaaaar away from civilization. And you never understand how quiet your surroundings can be, until you spent some time in a remote area like this. Which led to me often just standing in the dark at night, listening to the surroundings of the cabin. But after the first few days I got less paranoid. After all I was with friends, was constantly high, and we were quite armed & dangerous (Probably most dangerous to ourselves though). Day 4 came. We spent the day (Attempting) to hunt in the woods. Mostly just chilling under trees with a beer and rifle in hand. But In the evening it started to rain heavily. After an hour we were starting to see lightning in the distance, with quite a bit of time passing between lightning and thunder, which meant the thunderstorm itself was still some time away. So we aborted our incompetent hunting attempts and started trekking back to the cabin. It took us about an hour to reach it, due to iz already being very dark & the rain creating unsafe footing. For context you should know that once you spent a few days in the wilderness & haven't seen a soul other than your friends for days, you can become quite careless about your surroundings. I think you can imagine why I am telling you that last part. So we enter the cabin. At that time the thunderstorm was raging full-on. We put away our gear and changed clothes. Except for our guns. (Yea I know, drugs and guns are a horrible combination and I wouldn't mix that shit nowadays, but we were drilled quite well by Canadian Friend's dad regarding trigger discipline, safety etc. And man I really miss spooning a rifle while sleeping). We cozied down in the living room at a table, started a youtube video and began playing cards. Barely 20 minutes passed since we returned. And at the time, we didn't bother closing the curtains in the living room, because thunderstorms are baller af. So imagine that we were three guys, sitting around a table, occasionally in awe at the weather outside while playing cards. In such a remote place, it is extremely dark outside. Without a full moon and clear skies, it is pitch black. The only lamps we have are old-ass vintage looking, and dimmer then my phone's screen. What comes next is how my also non-local friend has described what he saw. While sipping from his beer, another lightning went off. He spit it out instantly after the lightning came and screamed loudly and stood up. No words, just the sound of panic. My canadian friend and I were instantly perplexed and looked at him. "THERE IS SOMEBODY OUTSIDE". He started rambling about how in that split second the lightning illuminated the outside of the cabin, he saw a person standing a bit of distance away from the cabin, looking directly at us. (Now this is what I meant when I said cliché horror story. And barely anybody believes me at first. But this did happen). My non-local friend is obviously in full on panic. His face looks anxious. This communicated to our canadian buddy and me, that this guy wasn't just messing with us. He did see somebody outside. I grabbed my rifle and pulled the bolt to rack a round into the chamber. I feel that warm sensation running down my spine of my body releasing adrenaline. I tried to stay far away from the window, stare into the darkness outside, but I can't see anything. While our canadian friend rushed into his room to grab his pistol, I start panicking even more because I realize we didn't lock the door. Why would we? We haven't seen anyone in days and are in the middle of wilderness. So I run to the door and lock it. Our friend returns with his pistol, which he grabbed because there was a flashlight attached to it. He carefully approached the window, then changed his pace from sneaky to fast and pushed the window open with one hand, while the other hand was aiming the handgun outside. I wish I was any good at drawing. Because what we saw next when our friend turned on the flashlight was the most terrifying image I have ever seen. It is burned into my mind. The fact that I cannot share that image with other people has been bugging me for three years now. The light turns on. What we saw in that moment was a man, tall and slim, dressed in all black, with a hooded raincoat which he has pulled over his head, almost covering his eyes. But not far away from the cabin, just a few steps away from the window. Not standing as our friend yelled earlier, but crouching. Looking directly at us with clenched eyes and a fucking terrifying little smirk on one side of his mouth. Another lightning flashes, and for that moment we were all frozen. The image of what we saw must've shocked the other guys as much as it did me, because nobody said anything for a few seconds. There is a hard to explain dreadful feeling about seeing something like this. In a storm, in the middle of nowhere, a person dressed in a black raincoat is suddenly crouching so close to you. And facing you. Our canadian buddy, was aiming his pistol + attached flashlight at the also frozen crouched smirking man and just yelled out, with a slight stutter and a higher pitched voice than I've ever heard from him. "G-get the fuck away from us or we will shoot!". I guess at that moment after his eyes adjusted, the raincoat-man realized that this was not just a flashlight, but a gun. And I was standing next to my friend with a hunting rifle in my arm. Raincoat-mans slight smirk changed to something where I am unsure if it was shock, or rage. All this was happening in less than a minute. While my friend kept on yelling, and I was just frozen, the raincoat-figure turned by about 90 degrees towards the nearest treeline, and went from crouched to full sprint quickly. He ran away to the right side of our window. Two of us poked their head out of the window to see where exactly he was going, but with the heavy rainfall and darkness we could barely make out anything in the distance of that treeline. After a few minutes of just looking at each other in disbelief, we decided to pop-off a few rounds outside the window, to prove that we were forreal (And to cope). When the shock wore off we decided to call the police. They asked a lot of questions on the phone to describe the location of the cabin and a description of the man who just almost crept up on us, totally unsuspecting and only revealed due to lightning and luck. Due to us being in such a remote area, the cops told us it'd take atleast one or two hours for somebody to come out. They asked because of the weather and time, if it'd be alright if they send somebody out tomorrow, to talk to us about all the details. Given how the man saw that we were armed, he probably wouldn't come back again. We agreed. We discussed just jumping in the truck and leaving right now. But us dumbasses were too lazy to refuel the truck. The idea of doing this now, in the dark and in that heavy rain, was just too frightening. I kept thinking about this guy lurking in the darkness and picking us off one by one. We spend the night sleeping in shifts. One person was awake and standing guard, the others atleast attempted to sleep. When my turn came the rain had died down. I turned off all the lights, opened a window, and just sat there in the darkness. Trying to listen for any sound I could hear, and looking out of the windows to scan the area. Let me tell you, when you're sitting in the dark for hours in full alert mode, just trying sit still, listen and look around, you have a lot of time to think & reiterate what just happened. Close to the middle of the next day two cops arrived. We had to give them a detailed report of what happened, when it happened, and had to show them in which direction the raincoat-shade ran off to. They said they will organize for a patrol to comb through the woods, but that might take a while because they need experienced outdoorsmen etc. Sadly we didn't see many details of the mans face. We couldn't tell if he was young or old, only that he was tall and clean shaven. The chances of finding who exactly that was, and find out what the hell he was attempting to do, were very small. Though one of the officers expressed that this whole happening was deeply worrying. We left the cabin a few hours after the police left, and Canadian guy's dad insisted we stay at his place atleast for a day until we feel safe again. He also wanted to hear every last detail and figured that the time has come to install cameras around the cabin. I don't remember this part for-sure, but I believe that I heard later the Dad and his brother went back to the cabin and just sat there in the dark, waiting for the raincoat-man to return. But I never heard of any results so I guess he must've gone hunting in other areas. I never heard from them cops again. Next January I left Canada and returned home. My canadian friend was called in for an interview a few months later. And it seemed like the police was still seriously investigating this, looking for the guy who crept up on a cabin during a thunderstorm. The image of that crouched raincoat figure, completely wet and surrounded by darkness, so close to our cabin, is burned into my mind. I will most likely never forget this. I still sometimes turn off all the lights and just look out the windows in silence. Trying to listen for sounds. Even though I am on the other side of the world now. We have speculated a lot about what that was. The winning theory is that this guy most certainly had sinister intentions. This did not look like just an attempt at burglary. Remember we had dim lights on, you could see that there was somebody inside the cabin. This guy was creeping towards us in a raincoat during a thunderstorm. When my friend yelled out that he saw somebody, this guy went from walking/standing to crouching. And he went closer towards the window. I suspect the raincoat-man wanted to check what kind of victim was on the menu. And I don't really want to imagine what he had in store if there were two unarmed girls there, in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. We didn't see any headlights passing the clearing the cabin was on. The guy also had no backpack or something. Just the raincoat and black weather-appropriate clothing. I'd bet my soul that this guy was a man on a mission, who knew exactly what he was doing and what he was well prepared for. While writing this post, I also started thinking about the logistics of it all. The guy must have a camp or atleast a car hidden somewhere in those woods. You can't sustain yourself out there otherwise. I also got the feeling that he either came upon the cabin during the storm itself. Or that he spotted us in the woods during the "hunting" we did before. We moved slowly, while also not being shy with waving our lights around. And in total pitch-darkness wilderness, a proper flashlight must've been as easy to spot as the beacons of gondor. So he might've tracked us through the woods until we reached the cabin. If anybody has heard about similar things happening in the area of British Columbia near Vancouver, please let me know. That mystery has a grip on me for the rest of my life. Sometimes I still dream of this raincoat-figure creeping closer towards me with each flash of lightning. Thank you for reading. Edit: No, I don't want you to "narrate" this story on your low effort cashgrab YouTube channel Exit 2: Thanks for the gold kind stranger

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/yr9fgp/the_raincoat_man/

LetsNotMeet

GabagoolGandalf

Someone trying to get in my house

This is something that happened to me a couple years back that still freaks me out when i think about it. To start with this was at around midnight and i was in my room browsing stuff on my phone when i suddenly hear what sounds like knocking outside my bedroom window (ground level). I first shrugged it off as being a squirrel or something until i heard the same sounds again, which is when i started becoming concerned. It was at this point that i left my room and called my dad to tell him about what was happening, he tried to reassure me it was nothing and while this was happening i heard even more knocking coming from around the front door. I tried calling out to see if it was my brother or anything but didn't get any answers. At this point i was starting to reallly freak out. It was after this that I heard someone at my back door trying to force the door open, (it was locked thankfully) and finally after this my dog finally caught on and started barking like crazy at the other end of the door, which finally drove whoever was out there off. After that happened i called my grandpa who lived a block over to come and pick me up because i was way too scared to be able to stay the night in that house (in retrospect i should have called the police but i wasn't thinking straight) and was shivering on the couch holding a kitchen knife the whole time i was waiting. I still have no idea who was out there that night, I had taken a walk alone in a nature trail earlier that day and my only working theory is that someone had followed me home (I later learned there were drifters living in the woods around that era which adds to that). I have no evidence of that though. This was probably the scariest experience ive been through and it still makes it hard for me to stay home alone at night.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/yqfr7a/someone_trying_to_get_in_my_house/

LetsNotMeet

kaysmog

Public Transit Disaster

Hello everyone, I wanted to share my scary encounter that occurred just yesterday on the bus. **Features: Leering, Verbal harassment** So for a bit of context I am a college student; without giving too many details I am a woman on the smaller side of average female height. I currently do not have a car, so I use my bike, walking, and the bus to get around. My college has a transit service that allows you to scan in with a student boarding pass for free. Other non-students are allowed to ride the bus by paying upon entering or purchasing a ticket beforehand. I frequently ride the bus for various reasons (grocery runs or treating myself to food) and yesterday I had the idea of treating myself to a movie after all the exams I have been having lately. I'm an avid horror fan and knew that Terrifier 2 was in theaters, so of course I wanted to see it immediately. One of my friends told me they found it funny and really enjoyed it, which was more than enough reason to go see it. (side note it was good and hilarious but if gore is not your thing I do not recommend it). I was looking at tickets the day before yesterday and trying to decide which time slot I wanted to see the movie in. Looking back now, something in my gut told me to choose the earlier time; I wish I had listened. Another detail I want to add is that there are two bus sizes, a large one and a small one; the bus I rode during the incident was the smaller one. The stop where I got on the bus is the beginning of the route; unlike every other stop, the driver usually parks the bus here for five minutes and gets off to use the restroom or have a quick break before continuing with the rest of the route. Upon entering the bus I noticed only two other passengers, another girl about my age and an older man. The girl was in the front of the bus on the right side and the man was in the second row on the left side. I sat on the right side several rows back. I usually read something on my phone or listen to music on the bus so I immediately got on my phone when I sat down. Everything was okay for a little bit until I looked up and noticed the man repeatedly staring at me and looking away before staring at me again. I was immediately apprehensive but just brushed it off. He started speaking aloud out of nowhere saying things like >"Beautiful baby" and "So damn fine" while staring at me. I was frozen out of fear and could only keep looking at my phone and trying to ignore it. This continued until I worked up the courage to say >"Sir, would you please stop staring at me?" To which he claimed he was not staring and told me I was extremely beautiful. Unsure of what to say I just stupidly thanked him and went back to my phone. He had his body slightly turned but when I confronted him he faced fully forward. The driver got back on and we started moving again, so everything was calm for a bit (though I was admittedly still shaken up). This calm did not last long. Obviously this creep couldn't contain himself and just had to voice his opinions about me out loud. He started saying similar things again but also added some new phrases such as > "gonna make you my wife" > >and by far the worst one "I'm gonna get you pregnant". I was shaking at this point and was unsure what to do. I desperately wanted to sit next to the other girl but did not want to pass by him to sit by her. We made it to two other stops before the girl got off and said sorry before leaving. My heart dropped to my stomach; the last thing I wanted was to be alone with this guy. Luckily, more people got on at this stop: a middle age couple and a guy about my age. In a panicked voice I sort of shouted and asked the guy my age if he would sit with me. He was a bit confused but came to sit by me and I immediately felt relief. The stress of the situation got to me and I broke down crying. I guess the creep took this as indication to leave because he swiftly made his exit after that. The kind younger guy who sat next to me and began to comfort me. I am so grateful he chose to ride the bus that day. The bus driver noticed the commotion and called me to the front to get information in order to make a report. He told me he couldn't hear anything but that buses have video and would hopefully pick up what the creep was saying. He told me that same man had recently been kicked off for a similar incident and that he would be reporting this immediately. For the rest of the ride the younger guy and I talked about things like majors and other school related stuff; I want to go into the Marine Biology field and he is a Graduate student in Mechanical Engineering. I made it to the movies (it was awesome) and back home safely, but I definitely learned a lesson. My boyfriend is going to help me look into some self defense items and he taught me a few fighting tactics. I am still shaken just writing this; I'm actually really afraid to leave my room now. Sometimes it's easy to forget that creepy encounters with weirdos can happen at any time, they aren't just stories on the internet.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/yqe3cb/public_transit_disaster/

LetsNotMeet

Animeiswaifu312

Creepy Neighbor

Hi guys, This is a real story that has absolutely traumatized me and my boyfriend. Two years ago I moved to the UK for university, as I always wanted to go there and get away from my parents as the situation at home was beginning to become too toxic for me. In first year at Uni, I moved into a student accommodation and met some really great people . It was a good year, without meeting my boyfriend, who I'm still with and just enjoying my time away from my family and discovering what independence really meant. Anyhow, as second year came by, I decided with some friends to move into a house rented by Student accommodations, but at least we had our own house and weren't restricted as much with noise and parties as living in a small shared flat like in first year. \-Note : I had a ground floor room, and my window gave into a very small backyard, in which i would go smoke every day as I am a smoker, and in which there would be a very thin wooden door giving in to the other side of the street, where you would put your bins and broken chairs blabla. The door could only be closed and locked from inside the backyard, but since it was an old door we had to attach some strings to keep it closed for good. I had neighbors on each side of the house, so we were surrounded by families and some other student accommodations. The neighbors on the right of us were 5 boys, who looked way over the age of being in University. They were strange so to say... I met one of them outside of our house one day because of a police intervention due to one of his flatmates attacking him and the others with a kitchen knife and burning their kitchen down. I heard some screams and so I went outside with my flatmates and saw one of them being covered in blood and cuts everywhere on his arm and a wound on his head inflicted by a kitchen knife. Me and my flatmates didn't know what to do so we offered him our help to clean himself and gave him an old t-shirt to change out of his bloody clothes. We then saw the guy who hurt these flatmates being escorted out by the police and into a van and driven off to be arrested ( I don't know anything more about the story, the police didn't really tell us anything else ) Anyway, the guy who we helped was quite weird, (he said a lot of bs and kept trying to grab me and flirting with me), and we noticed when helping him he smoked quite a lot of marijuana, but just didn't really care at the moment, as we just wanted to make sure he was okay as we didn't know him. Then after some time had passed, I would go to Uni and come back home and see him quite often in the street, and just never said a word to him again. But one day, he came up to me in the street while i went to the corner shop and started talked to me weirdly and i didn't feel comfortable at all with that for some reason so i just didn't respond to him. He then just said; " oh thats okay, i'll just wait in front of your house then, and we can talk further". No need to say I was creeped out, and just thought he was joking, so i bought my drink at the shop and headed back to my street, and as I turned into the street where my house was, I saw him with his flatmate sitting on my doorstep and waiting for me. So i panicked and went back next to the corner shop and called my only guy flatmate to ask him to open the door and tell the guys to go away, but OBVIOUSLY he wasn't home and no one else was either. So I litterally just waited it out, until they left 1h later, and then sprinted back home and locked the front door. \- Note : My front door had a glass panel on it where you would be able to kind of make out who was standing in front of it. After this already pretty scary encounter, I just tried to avoid the guy, and mostly succeeded for a while. But then one day, as I went smoking in the backyard, I noticed that the wooden door, which is always closed, was open, and the strings that we put there to keep it closed were cut off. For whatever reason, I didn't think anything of it, and just closed the door again and put a new string on it, thinking it was one of my flatmates who took the bins out and just didn't tie it back. The weird neighbors would very often scream and yell and fight in their house, and it would wake me and my flatmates up in the middle of the night, but we kinda got used to it after a while. ​ But one evening, my boyfriend slept over like he usually did. And he, who usually never ever wakes up because of a noise, woke up in the middle of the night because of a bang and some whispering. I was sound asleep so he very silently woke me up, and we both just waited in the dark and listened for any other noises. Suddently we heard the wooden door just BANG, just shot open and some footsteps next to my window ( I always had my window open because it would get really warm inside) so we both just froze. And then we heard the door leading to the backyard get shaken softly as if they were trying to get inside, and then they stopped. Luckily we had the curtains closed, so they couldn't see us, but we were ready to get dressed and get the f out of the room and lock them in if they came in from the window. Then we just heard my window move, and get more open, and one of the guys saying something in a different language that we didn't understand and started to hear them trying to get in. My boyfriend and I just shot up out of the bed, took my phone, and put clothes on and ran out of the room and out of the house, so I then called my flatmates and told them to lock themselves in their rooms and then the police, who LUCKILY came in less than 5 min as the headquarters were a couple of streets down from us. I don't remember anything after the police came, i think me and my boyfriend were in shock. They ended up catching one guy, the other fled and was later found a few streets up smoking weed. The police told us they went inside of their house and found a lot of Meth and herroin, and that they were just carrying a massive kitchen knife with them ?????????? I was so confused as I've never done anything to offend or do anything wrong to my neighbors, so the idea of them breaking in with god knows what intentions with a kitchen knife terrorized me and my boyfriend. The two guys ended up being arrested and one of them was put in prison for 2 years for carrying a weapon with intention to harm. I never heard anything else from the police, and I moved back home a few months later, as I was so scared and it tormented me for months on end not knowing what would have happened if my boyfriend didn't wake up. I'm now still coping with it, and finding it really tough to get over it, of always asking myself "what if" and "what would have happened if" I now very often wake up because of the slightest noise and get horrible nightmares because of it, but hey, at least i'm still with my boyfriend and we often talk about it and it helps a lot.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/yoo7mv/creepy_neighbor/

LetsNotMeet

Top-Flan-2224

he's got a knife

This isn't as scary as the others I've read out here, but this experience has been ingrained in my brain and I feel like this is the place to share it to. Here goes. I was about 5 or 6. I went to my local kindergarten, and I was as carefree as a child can be, the greatest of my worries being if my forgets to pick me up from school. She never does and everyday we walk from school to home and vice versa since it was a good walking distance. We lived in a compound that's kind of secluded, and mostly inhabited by old people or boarding students who went to the university near it. This morning started out like any other. My mom picks me up and we're walking along the small path in our compound, along with four other people: three high schoolers, two of which were walking together, and a female college student. She was holding a handkerchief over her head because of the heat. The sun was high up and glaring in the middle of the day that you wouldn't expect anything to happen. But it did. We were quite far back from this group, when I turn around and see a man join us. He's clearly not from there, he had a bright neon green bag in front of him which was slightly opened, one of his hands inside it. His clothes were kinda dusty but most of all, he was glaring at us. It was just us five walking in this quiet compound, and my little self didn't think much of it, up until my mom squeezed my hand and started speed walking. At first I was confused, but I knew the only thing that could trigger this was that there was danger behind us, and it came in the form of the stranger that was following us closely behind. I kept looking back discretely (although I was probably obvious) and still he kept staring at all of us, getting closer and closer. I looked up at my mom trying to ask what was going on, but her low murmurs didn't really translate well for me, except my ears picking up on the word "knife." That's when I felt my stomach drop. As a child, you only ever watch of scary situations happening on TV, never really thinking you'd be in any real danger, but I was now in one. And my stupid little legs weren't fast enough. Factor in, my mom's older age (she was around 50?) compared to our other companions, we were the easy target. We were pretty much at the back, but our house was near and I focused on that, because if I thought about the threat behind us, my legs would feel like jelly and I'd end up slowing down. Still I couldn't resist looking back. He just kept getting closer and closer, shortening the distance between us. I remember thinking about how I wanted to scream for help, desperately looking at these houses that seemed empty, wanting to go inside, but my mom's firm grip kept me going. Anyways, we lived here too. I never really knew if the others were aware of it, not much until later. One of the highschoolers left to a house over the basketball court, and further down the path, the pair veered off to a different trail that led to the main highway. So it was just us and the female college student. Goody. At this point the man was also speed walking and catching up, but our apartment was merely a few steps away, and my mom and I dashed towards it, up the stairs and into the comfort of our own home. The man gave us one last glare but he continued to walk. My heart was pounding against my chest, my mom had left me to lock the door, while she stared out the window. She kept repeating "He has a knife, I saw it! He's holding a knife..." I run towards the window and catch a glimpse of the girl, still clutching that handkerchief above her head, looking behind her in fear and alarm as the man continued to follow her, his bright, neon bag in front of him, now wide open, his hand still inside, as he kept getting closer and closer. I don't really know what happened after, only of my mom's recollection of the events. She had noticed the man suddenly come up behind us too, and her suspicions were raised when he didn't try to walk past us like the others but maintained a close distance between us. And then she saw the knife, hidden in his bag, holding on to it as he stared at us. I hope that girl is okay, and that man was detained or something, but it's been years now and I don't really know where to start. Don't really know if I'd like to. Sometimes I wonder what that girl must have been feeling, and if she had escaped, or what my mother had witnessed, if the knife had been sharp or stained with dried blood, glinting in the sunlight.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/ynmkwt/hes_got_a_knife/

LetsNotMeet

ConnectRecognition48

The Story of Daniel Vincent Kelly

Hello! Just joined this reddit cause I finally wanna tell people about this story. It's not the scariest it gets, but it fricked me up quite a bit. Features: stalking, recording, threats Back when I was littler, I used to have a friend, Billy, and his older brother Jack. There was a neighbor up above on a hill down the road from their house, who was normally reclusive. As a friend who just came over every weekend, I wasn't really aware of his existence at first. One night, I heard creaking on their balcony outside while I was sleeping in the living room. The living room had 3 large windows facing the balcony next to the street, and the door to the left. I was having trouble sleeping since me and the friends had been playing horror games. I looked out the window, and saw the flash of a light from the balcony. I understandably flipped tf out, and the parents came running and ran out onto the balcony, where they caught a glimpse of a man sprinting away. We stayed up that night eating snacks, just kinda vibin while scared. The next weekend I was there, a man showed up at the door with a camera, recording us without us knowing for a few minutes. The father went out there and started yelling at him as he followed him up the road, and the police were called. I'll admit, the father didn't handle it the best, but hey we were all stressed as hell and it was becoming a lot. The man was identified as Daniel Vincent Kelly. The next weekend, we saw Daniel Vincent Kelly down in the far distance, in a large parking lot we could see nearby by a lake(we could see it out the front window). He was riding his bike, shirtless, in circles under a large spotlight, sometimes looking up at the house. We were understandably horrified, and the man was clearly mentally ill. He vanished from the spotlight, and for the remainder of the night, we were holed up by the windows with weapons in case he tried to record us or break in. The next weekend, we woke up in the night to a loud noise. We found his bike sitting up against the edge of the house, on the property. We grabbed weapons, and kept an eye out that night, and contacted authorities again. They found Daniel Vincent Kelly, and informed us of a youtube channel he had. This is the most chilling part to me by far, and the part that gives me extreme anxiety at night almost every time I see a window. The most harrowing videos have been deleted due to legal troubles with being non-consensually filmed, but a remaining video I found was this one: [https://youtu.be/yC82B6V7AiU](https://youtu.be/yC82B6V7AiU) He walks around, and claims that a hole in their screen door(which I can verify never existed) has allowed their dog to escape and attack his dog. He claims that within just a few minutes my friend's mother replaced the screen on the door and is covering it up, which is obviously false. The deleted videos still make me sick to think about, as there were at least 20 videos of him secretly recording us, some from long before my first encounter with him. One that I remember vividly was in broad daylight. He was just laying down behind a hill holding his phone up over it recording us, and calling me and my friend disgusting piglets as we played on the porch. At least 10 of the videos featured me and almost all of them featured my friend. Some of them even had Kelly uttering threats, which was terrifying. Sadly, I wasn't allowed over the following weeks and I don't know how it really ended. I have never seen Kelly again, and don't know if he ever got arrested or simply moved away. I wouldn't exactly like to search through his now inactive channel to find out. ​ TL;DR a possibly deranged man with a camera stalked and filmed me and my friend's family, threatening us and doing creepy things at night

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/yn232g/the_story_of_daniel_vincent_kelly/

LetsNotMeet

thedigitalweeb

Attempted NightStalker Experience

I found this thread so I thought I would share my experience. This happened when the NightStalker show was really big on Netflix, so it was fresh in our mind because we were watching it. Earlier in the day, I was in my room with my dogs and roommate when we thought we heard the door open. We didn’t think much of it until my roommate left the room a few minutes later and started screaming and I heard the dog that followed her going nuts. The front door was wide open and somebody saw her and fled, they had been in our house and presumably heard us in the room chatting while doing who knows what. The dog ran the person off. We were really startled but we figured that it was over and started locking the door and that was that. Later that night, as we were watching the last episode of the night stalker show, we heard the door knob jiggle. It’s like 2 AM so we paused and looked at the door, kinda shook and confused. When it registered what was happening, my roommate started to yell for them to go away and that the police were coming. My dumb self isn’t too fond of calling the police so I hesitated, but then they started banging something against the door to try and break it down. I grabbed my roommate, the dogs, and my partner and we all rushed into another room to put more doors between us while police were on the way. I also had to stop my partner from trying to go out with a sword because we didn’t know what this person might have or be trying to do. Luckily, he couldn’t break the door down before police arrived and he fled. They caught him and he fought, so he’s in jail for a lot longer than he would have been. He admitted to police he heard women when he came into the wrong house earlier but no man so he came back to ‘find a friend’. They never found the weapon he used on our door and he won’t say what it was but it messed the metal up pretty badly.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/ymcbtq/attempted_nightstalker_experience/

LetsNotMeet

Ladytrilia

Random man tried to get in my car late at night

This happened about 10 years ago. I was in graduate school at the time, working on my master’s degree for clinical social work. My practicum was at a confidential shelter which housed women and children seeking shelter from domestic violence. Since I was an intern, I worked a lot of late night shifts. After closing up the shelter, I headed home. It was after midnight and the roads were fairly empty. I lived in a smaller town at the time, so this was not unusual. As I approached the stoplight, I noticed a man a few yards away, walking toward the crosswalk. I suddenly felt very anxious and had an unsettling feeling, so I immediately locked my car doors. This was before I had a car with automatic locks. I usually drove without locking my car doors, as I had never felt unsafe while doing so. I felt better after having locked my doors and pulled up to the red light. Staring ahead, I noticed the man never crossed the street. I glanced to my right, where I had seen him earlier and came face to face with his face pressed up against my passenger side window. I screamed, honked my horn and told him to go away, but he continued standing there, staring right at me. Then he tried the handle of the door without success. I continued screaming at him, honking my horn and waiting for the red light to change. The man straightened, stepped away from the passenger side door and moved quickly to my driver’s side door, trying the handle again, but without success. He stood with a wide stance next to my car, as though he was lunging. At the moment, I thought to myself, “Screw it!” and slammed the gas to run the red light. The man kind of stumbled when I did this and I think I ran over his foot in my escape. When I arrived home, I woke up my husband to tell him and called the police. The police never found the man as by the time they sent someone out, he was gone. The police officer did commend me for running the red light, as well as for potentially running over the man’s foot. So to the creepy man who tried to get into my car in the middle of the night, let’s not meet.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/ym76ia/random_man_tried_to_get_in_my_car_late_at_night/

LetsNotMeet

Lyrical_Lotus

Prowler looking into my window and panting

Hi, this only happened a few hours ago, so I'm shaken but it's too early in the morning to phone and wake up friends, and I needed to talk to someone and get this out... I'm so creeped out and concerned, so I thought of coming here. Brief setting and context. I'm a woman in my 30s, caring for my elderly parents, so staying in a downstairs room in my childhood home at the moment. The window faces the main street, which is an average residential street in a fairly quiet area. The bed faces the window. I often leave the window open at night since I need it to be cool to sleep, and I haven't really worried about it, since there's a cabinet with an aquarium in front of the window area - not blocking the window from view, and I can reach to open and close it, but it would make it difficult for someone to climb in. My dog, Sable, also always sleeps in the room with me. While she's a sweet natured, medium-sized dog who doesn't look the least bit threatening, she's a fantastic guard dog in that she's always alert to any noises, and will stand her ground and bark and growl if she senses a threat. So I've never really worried about the open window. After tonight, I won't be able to do it again. It started at maybe 3:30 - 4am sometime. I was awake. Since I care for my parents, I often have disrupted sleep patterns and I'm awake at odd hours. I was reading a book and heard Sable growl, low and deep. Then she jumped off the bed and began pacing a bit, looking up at the window, before jumping up at the cabinet by the window, barking. I shouted "hey! We're calling the police, dog will bite", just in case there *was* someone there, and went to look out of the curtains to the side. I didn't see anything. I pulled the curtains closed again, and made sure to pull the right curtain over, then drew the left side curtain, the one that covers the open part of the window, all the way over, covering the right-side curtain too, tucking it down so any wind wouldn't be able to move it. I wasn't really alarmed then. It's a fairly quiet residential street, but there are foxes around that we sometimes hear, and occasionally someone passing by or the neighbour's gate next door will make Sable growl or bark. But she doesn't usually react the way she did this time. She'll usually growl, but stay on the bed, and her reaction was much stronger than normal. I thought that even if it was someone scoping out the open window to potentially burgle, they'd seen now that the room was occupied by a person and dog, and would go find an easier target. But mainly I guessed it was just a random noise she'd heard outside. I was wrong. It was a good half hour or more later, after I'd relaxed and thought I might doze off soon, that I heard her growl again. A really serious, deep and low growl, and I listened; again, thinking it might be foxes or something. But I heard what sounded like deep, horror movie breathing noises. Like the heavy breathing sounds a pervert makes down the phone to his stalking victim in a film. I sat up, looked up at the window and my heart stopped. The curtain had been pulled back, and lifted at the bottom, like someone peeking under it, and I could still hear the heavy breathing. I shouted "Hey!!" again and moved from the bed to the side of the window, so I could see past the curtain, and saw the figure of a man move away from the window to the right, towards the front door and the exit of the front garden. Too dark to make out features or clothing, it was just a dark male figure. Shaking, I immediately thought that since I knew he'd moved away and wasn't at or under the window, I reached and pulled it shut, grabbed my phone and called the emergency services. One thing that creeps me out, in hindsight, is that it would have taken a few seconds for me to move from the bed to the side of the window, and that was after I'd shouted and he knew he'd been seen. But he must have stayed there even knowing I'd seen him, until I moved the curtain and could see out, then he moved away. The heavy breathing also had to be deliberate, it was so loud. Like someone *trying* to frighten me. While on the phone with police, I went around the ground floor of the house turning lights on, making sure the rest of the house was still secure, and it was. Very careful to lock doors and all the other windows at night and everything looked undisturbed. Two patrol officers came shortly before 5am and took the report. They suggested asking the neighbours if they have camera footage and to let them know of a potential prowler in the area tomorrow, and they went to drive around the area, saying that they'd be wanting to know what someone was doing wandering around at 5am (the time the police arrived) anyway. Since the dark meant I only saw the shape of a person, no real description, I doubt they can do much. I couldn't even be 100% certain it was a man, but the breathing and the figure I saw instantly made me think male, the outline of his head looked smooth, so either bald or wearing a tight cap, and height would have been average, 5'8 -5'10. I'm still shaken, but feeling angry and violated, and wishing we had a camera system now. Will be looking into that. I never thought anything like that would happen. Don't have any enemies, no recent exes, no one I know of harbouring any grudges - since I'm caring for my folks full time now, I'm not out socialising or making any enemies! Nor are my elderly and disabled parents. I'm at the wrong side of 35 and living in jeans or joggers and T-shirts, no make-up or fussing with hair most of the time, so not a likely target for a peeping tom pervert. If it wasn't for the fact that it was my dog who alerted me to something both times, I'd wonder whether I was half asleep and dreamed it. That I'd imagined it. I have had hallucinations once as the result of a bad reaction to an antidepressant, but that was more than a decade ago, hasn't happened before or since, and I learned how to test my reality in times I was worried about whether something really happened or not from a psychologist, when I asked how I could ever trust my own senses again after that reaction to the meds. They said that to be sure something was real, to see if other people can see or hear the thing too, or if it's a noise/voice outside, can I see someone or something that explains the noise? If so, it's not likely to be a hallucination if both aural and visual perceptions match up. The dog sensed someone there first, and I heard and then s*aw* someone. I wasn't dreaming or imagining it, I don't use drugs and almost never drink, am scientifically minded and don't believe in ghosts, and while I love a good horror film, I'm rarely freaked out by them anymore, too old and cynical. I have to think it was someone who was looking to burgle a house... but for the fact that they came back so much later. Maybe someone on drugs, or having a mental health episode. Or, and this one bothers me most.. someone who wanted to scare me. But why? Who? They know where we live, are they going to come back? New fears keep popping into my mind, like most nights I'm up at some point late at night or in the very early hours, and will let the dog outside into the back garden for a quick pee, and I'm suddenly aware of how easy it would to be attack and gain entry then. There's a passage around the side of the house to go from the front to the back garden with only a small side gate, meant to keep the dog confined, not designed to keep others out. It would be easy for someone to access then hide against the back of the house, completely hidden from view. They were bold enough to come back a second time, even knowing a person and a dog were in the room. Perhaps hoping I would have fallen asleep by then? They seemed to be trying to deliberately scare me when they returned the second time. Doing that deep breathing noise, and stayed by the window even after I'd shouted. In those few seconds it would have taken from me shouting out, until I reached the window and could move the curtains and see out, they could have moved and been long out of sight, but they'd stayed there until there was a chance I could see them, only then moving away. The beathing noises and then the coldness than ran through me when I actually saw a man moving away from the window will haunt me. Along with the question of their motives. Were they trying to scare me? Why? What's to stop them coming back?

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/ykv2zz/prowler_looking_into_my_window_and_panting/

LetsNotMeet

SpringySpaniel

Savior from an online predator.

America Online was a big thing when I was 13, or in other words for my generation “AIM”. Which stood for, you guessed it, AOL instant messenger. It was around 2002 and I would have been a fresh 13 and in 8th grade. I had many times went into chat rooms by myself or with friends goofing around. Unfortunately unsolicited photos were a thing then too but usually you could stay clear of it by the chat room you entered. I didn’t have any photos of myself and back when you had to take a digital photo and upload it from your camera. Plus I was 13 and self conscious which I’m sure anyone can relate with. But one day a guy popped up on my screen lwanting to chat. It went fine at first. I was very naive back then and we quickly fell into a pattern of talking. His name was Dave and lived in California. Eventually him telling me he loved me etc. But the problem was he was “19”. Now I wasn’t proud of this but at first at 13 I just sent pictures of some random girl and said it was me. He instantly fell for me, telling me age is just a number and how mature I was. Now at this point he did not live “in state” so there was never any chance of us meeting. Eventually he told me he and his mom were moving up to a city that was about hour and half away from me. He started begging me to see him and go to a movie. Anything. I had to break the catfishing truth and say those were not pictures of me but of someone else. He was furious. He had been looking forward to a different type of child this whole time. Dave forgave me a few days later saying “I still want to meet you because I love you”. All the things you say to a young girl to get her to swoon. I think back and I’m like wow, I was 13. So I told my best friend everything I just explained above and that I wanted her to go with me to meet him. There was a whole plan about him driving to see me and going to the movies to finally meet what I thought was the love of my life. I had been brainwashed into believing this was normal. I didn’t tell my mom of course, and honestly she didn’t notice any of it. She’s never been too involved if you catch my drift. So the day my friend and I were going to “meet up” with Dave her mom came and picked us up from school. She said something that made my stomach drop into nothingness. She said “Chrissy you are not going to the movies. You are not going to meet that man. You are going to get seriously hurt or kidnapped and I can’t allow you guys to go”. I cried and cried because I honestly thought I could handle everything and be fine. She told me she wasn’t going to tell my mom. I had to PROMISE to never speak to him again and never plan to meet a stranger online. He ended up showing up and was upset I wasn’t there. He went on AIM flying off the handle like I hadn’t seen at that age. It scared me. It scared me how close I was to this man being near me. I never talked to Dave again. But I easily believe I would have been kidnapped or worse that day if my best friends mom hadn’t stepped in. My mom would have been none the wiser. I was none the wiser. But I am here today and learned a dire lesson. Nobody is what they seem, and make sure to keep your kids close.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/yk02fd/savior_from_an_online_predator/

LetsNotMeet

[deleted]

I Was Almost Nabbed by the Bike Path Rapist

I (40f) went to the University at Buffalo fresh out of high school in the early 2000s. At that time, the online world was a bit like the Wild West, which included having to do quite a bit more digging to find specific information than today's split-second Google search. As such, it was a much easier time for colleges and universities to hide or spin campus crime statistics to make themselves look better for prospective wallets- I mean, students. Case in point? I was at orientation a month or two before my freshman year and one of the mass presentations I had to attend was about campus safety. Bright-faced, upper-classmen orientation aides enthusiastically verbally fellated the school, boasting about how North Campus was in, at the time, the safest town in the country (Amherst, NY) and that the only murder in recent history has occurred nine years ago, to an unfortunate student named Linda Yalem who was murdered on the campus's bike path during a lone early-morning run. It was a fate that, we were assured, could be avoided by simply not hitting the bike path alone. What they conveniently didn't reveal was that A. The killer hadn't been caught and B. Yalem wasn't his only victim; he was a serial rapist (and eventual serial killer) who had already been active in the area for at least twenty-five years in downtown Buffalo and on the secluded bike paths of the Buffalo suburbs. In retrospect, had this information been as readily accessible as it is now, it probably would have kept me from the most bone-chilling encounter of my life. Fast-forward three years. I was a very depressed 20-year-old who was struggling with her sexual identity and her parents' reaction to it in a much less accepting time than now. I'd left school and, to avoid being home, shacked up with a woman who'd promised me the world but then rejected me in favor of her ex-girlfriend on the night I moved in and eventually turned out to be a felon who drained vulnerable would-be love interests' bank accounts, though that's a very convoluted story for another time. So clearly, I was an unhappy young adult desperate for love and a sense of belonging, sometimes to my own detriment. Despite my roommate's many unkind and hurtful gestures, I stuck with it in the naive hope that she would eventually come around and fulfill her pie-in-the-sky promises to me. On a particular July night, that hope just fell flat. I was at Roxy's Green Room, a now-defunct lesbian bar and club that many wayward Buffalo lesbians, myself included, flocked to at night to feel a much-needed sense of community and to hopefully land a special someone. Since the latter just wasn't happening for me (and since I didn't yet know what kind of person she really was), I was still stuck on my roommate. She liked to dangle emotional carrots overhead out of some sick joy that she got from making me hurt but also hang onto hope, and after a promise to hit Roxy's alone with me and talk about us, she showed up with her ex-turned-current and shut me out. I was wounded and upset enough to leave around 1 AM, well before the 4 AM last call that I was still young and spry enough to stomach, and without a ride home like my usually wiser self would have secured. While my apartment on Delaware was walking distance from Roxy's, it was a good half-hour walk. Being as emotionally charged as I was, though, I angrily hoofed it down the Main Street sidewalk, still managing to follow the pedestrian rule of walking against traffic despite stupidly ignoring a rule I knew well from years of watching forensics shows: If you're a woman, NEVER leave a bar at night alone, especially if you're walking. I got exactly halfway home when a dark green sedan started driving toward me. I thought nothing of it until the car slowed down near me as I walked. A lone middle-aged man was in the car with a skin tone that I originally associated with the guy being Italian but in retrospect, he could have easily been Puerto Rican. He had dark hair and, most importantly, almost impossibly dark eyes that seemed to hold no light of good intentions. Now, I was used to guys being pigs. I'd been catcalled by downtown construction workers when an ex-girlfriend and I shared a kiss and I had endured all matter of wholly unwanted, graphic and ham-fisted advances from dudes at school. And although I'd never take the stance that I was "asking for it," I was young and thin so I was dressed in a tight, red crop top with flare-legged, black Spandex pants. The getup was meant to turn women's heads so I wasn't exactly surprised that I caught the attention of the wrong sex. I paid it little nevermind past mild irritation that a guy old enough to be my dad would look at me like that as the guy drove off and turned at the next intersection behind me. My walk resumed. I put the guy out of my mind and I continued my trek. But the peace didn't last. About two or three minutes later, I see a familiar green car coming up on me again. This time, the guy's window was down a bit and he shouted, "Hey" in a beckoning manner and gestured in a way that made me wonder if he thought I was a... lady of the night. Now that incensed me; despite my recent struggles with my identity and the resulting entropy in my life, I was always a good kid. I flashed him a quick, annoyed look to inform him that despite the mildly revealing clothing, he was barking up the wrong tree for several reasons and then I ignored him, focusing forward. He sped off again... and turned again. At that point, it was clear that the dude was casing me like a cat burglar cases a house. It was before the time of Uber or even widespread use of cell phones and with no cabs passing by, I had little hope of getting one. Public transit existed but it was both sparse and not running nearby. The stretches of Main between intersections were long and I'd probably be spotted on them anyway since the guy was circling. Being fifteen minutes away from both Roxy's and my home, there was also no way I could get anywhere near either place before the green car came back around again. I quickly thumbed through my mental Rolodex of true crime show-inspired safety tips that should have kept me out of this situation in the first place. Tip #1: Get to an open business, inform the clerk, have him/her call the police and stay put. Then the guy would either give up or get caught. I was coming up on the convenience store on the opposite side of the street where I'd bought a pack of cigarettes earlier in the night but as I got closer, the desolate blackness through the windows told me that it was closed. I looked around for something else -another bar, a gas station, anything- but the street was flanked by shuttered brick buildings and a locked-up church. Then came the headlights and green again. Again, the guy slowed down as he approached me but his demeanor had shifted again. He put his palm out impatiently, as if he couldn't understand my lack of complicity. "Come on!", the guy yelled through his now-open window, his face an equal picture of aggression, intimidation and frustration. I kept out of arm's reach on the sidewalk and once again ignored him but this time, I was properly shaken. He angrily punched the gas and was off on his familiar circuit back around to me. Now I knew I was in trouble. The guy's behavior was escalating and I was genuinely scared that his next move would be to grab me off the sidewalk and pull me into his car. From there, God only knew what sort of depravity I was in for. I scrambled through my memory for another safety tip and I remembered that making myself both impossible to ignore and obviously in distress could get me some much needed attention from an outside party. I ran into the middle of Main Street and started frantically waving my hands and shouting at every car the was coming my way. The first car drove by. The second car drove by. The terror in me was palpable. I knew the stories of city dwellers like Kitty Genovese, who were left to their horrible fates at the hands of monsters by jaded throngs of people who heard the attacks perpetrated on them and their cries for help but did nothing out of both an assumption that someone else would step up and a reluctance to get involved. Would I be the next victim of the Bystander Effect, snatched away to an early end because of big-city indifference? As I was beginning to lose hope but still determined to keep trying while thinking of my next bold move, a van pulled over that had four black guys in it. As a white woman, I was relieved; I knew that statistically, male predators overwhelmingly tend to prey on women of their same race. In a game of numbers, this van full of guys was exponentially safer than that single stalker in the green car. I opted to take the gamble. I frantically told them about the man in the green car who kept circling around the block and following me, and begged for a ride home. The driver asked if I had any money in exchange for the favor. I didn't. Then he asked if I had any cigarettes. I may be one of the only people you'll ever meet who actually had her life saved by smokes. Though I had never been a smoker before, I briefly picked up the filthy habit because NY State bars still allowed smoking and it was a weird part of Buffalo lesbian bar culture that I emulated to fit in (yet another way that I was, as are many, kind of an idiot in my early 20s). "Yes!", I answered urgently. "I just bought a pack and you can have the whole thing if you get me home!". Admittedly, I was initially a little miffed that the driver wanted something from me in exchange for not letting me get abducted off the street, as well as the implication that he may not have helped me if I had nothing. Still, I had the Marlboros, he had a vehicle and the stars had (hopefully) aligned. Regardless of how it went down, I had help if he let me in and the details didn't matter. After a second or two of thought, which seemed like an eternity to me, the driver agreed and one of the two dudes in the back opened the side door for me and got out so I could slide into the seat behind the driver. As the door to my safe carriage full of impromptu knights shut and I got buckled in, I looked out my window just in time to see the green car creeping past the van and proving to my saviors that I was telling a very disturbing true story. Until my dying day, I will never forget that man's eyes. Feeling safe surrounded by a closed van full of young, tough-looking rescuers, I looked that bastard dead in the eyes. Part of me was rightfully terrified but another part of me wanted to look right at him defiantly and tell him with my eyes, "I got away from you. I win." I was repaid with the most evil, hateful look that I've ever had directed at me, let alone seen. His eyes were black, black like a cat's eyes get when it sees a bug in the house and its hunting instincts cause its pupils to blow to allow more light in. But at least there's usually a hint of playful mischief in a hunting cat's eyes. The eyes I was seeing were those of a pure, unadulterated predator and the vitriol that practically oozed from them as he glared at me let me know exactly how he felt about his prey having the audacity to elude him. He drove off into the night and so did we, in a bit less direct route to make sure that we lost him. After a blessedly quick jaunt with frequent looks behind my shoulder, I was delivered home, one pack of cigarettes short but alive and in one piece. The first thing that I did when I got in the door was to check the locks on absolutely everything. After that, the adrenaline started to wear off and the pure fear set in. I was so terrified that the man in the green sedan was searching the area where I got dropped off that I grabbed the cordless phone, then lay completely flat on the living room floor for hours to keep totally out of sight from any of my apartment windows. As I lay there, I called the Buffalo Police and relayed my terrifying tale in as much detail as I could give them. Being painfully aware of the prevalence of hate crimes against the LGBT community at the time, I told the cops that it was possible that the man was cruising near Roxy's to prey on vulnerable queer women who were out and about. In hindsight, I think the guy just saw who he thought was an easy mark out by herself and availed himself of the opportunity to strike. Fast-forward another four years and I'd moved out to Chicago to live with my then-girlfriend. For about half of my four years there, I was pretty homesick. I'd never lived anywhere except my home state of New York, and I went there knowing no one except my ex, who wasn't exactly an empathetic soul, adding to my feelings of isolation. I coped by keeping up on Upstate NY news so I'd feel a little less far away. On a chilly mid-January morning in 2007, I was at our computer looking up headlines from my home state when one from WBFO popped up that immediately snared my attention: Bike Path Rapist Is Arrested. By then, I knew the moniker well. The internet had since aged into a beautifully organized repository of (sometimes) knowledge and despite the lack of transparency from my Alma mater, I became familiar with the Buffalo-area mystery man and his active status throughout my time in Buffalo. Now I had a name for the spector responsible for that bit of eeriness that was always in the back of my mind when I was a student. The Bike Path Rapist was revealed as Altemio Sanchez, a middle-aged native of Puerto Rico who coached his sons' sports teams and was affectionately referred to as "Uncle Al" in his neighborhood. As with many other killers, his disguises were his community involvement and just being ordinary. The man was estimated to have been responsible for 9-15 rapes around the Buffalo area since 1975 and had confessed to three murders- the Yalem murder in 1991, a second in 1992 and a third which had occurred only 3 1/2 months prior to his capture. I don't know if you've ever felt your heart somehow get wedged up into your voice box and get dropped into the depths of your stomach simultaneously but believe me when I say that it's possible, given the right catalyst. For me, that catalyst was the printed proof that the man was active while I lived in Buffalo and frequented Roxy's. Moreso, I knew that serial killers rarely take breaks as lengthy as the one between his 1992 and 2006 killings. He had to have at least been attempting to sate his evil impulses for those fourteen years. That realization gave me a very, very bad feeling that I'd crossed paths with someone much more dangerous than I'd realized. The news article had no picture of Sanchez but this sickening feeling in me prodded me to find one. It was almost as if I knew what I would see before I ever even looked at him. I Yahoo searched his name (because that was still a respectful means of finding things on the internet in 2007) and I was horrified -though not surprised- to see those same black, soulless, predatory eyes that I looked into four times on that summer night in Buffalo in 2003. The timeline fit, my profile as a victim fit if he did, in fact, mistake me for a downtown prostitute and barring all else, I knew those eyes. I had a potentially deadly close encounter with Altemio Sanchez, the Bike Path Rapist, AKA the Bike Path Killer. My lack of sense put me in his orbit and a van of angels pulled me out of it. I know who I saw and as God as my witness, I will never be convinced otherwise. Though many of the rapes fell victims to statutes of limitation, Altemio Sanchez pled guilty to the three murders and was sentenced to 75 years to life in prison. In essence, the guy won't be exposed to the outside again unless he's in a body bag. So, Bike Path Rapist, even if you're worm food and being wheeled out in a bag on a prison gurney, let's not meet.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/yjrrrx/i_was_almost_nabbed_by_the_bike_path_rapist/

LetsNotMeet

AWholeBeew

Creepy dude on the trail…

It finally started raining here so I took my son (14m) out mushroom hunting over the weekend. It was later than we normally go, and sun goes down much earlier but we were taking a quick trail to the river and back in hopes to finding turkey tails or chanterelles. We took a wrong turn and ended up going through a big field, which the trail would take us back around to the main trail to the river. As we walked toward the main trail the last group of people had left, and it was just me and my son. We walked along and out of a thicket side-trail came this weird man. He had a dog with him that was alert at his side. He was staring at us as we walked closer towards him. Then he started waving at us, this really weird, slow wave. I was immediately uncomfortable and goose bumpy, but didn’t want to be impolite, so I halfhearted waved back while staring back and telling my son to slow up a little, I didn’t want to actually meet up at the junction. After a full minute of us dawdling, the guy slowly turned and began walking down the trail toward the main trail. I was wary walking, didn’t want to go too fast, and we stopped to look at some plants, so the guy and dog got further down this trail which curved to the right and continued on two blocks to the junction. I was thinking, if this was a creepy letsnotmeet, this dude will be waiting around the corner. AND sure enough, he was standing at the junction, off to the left and toward the parking lot, and to the right was a .6 trail to the river. Dude was just standing there, with his dog, staring at us, not moving at all. Both my son and I were like, holy shit wtf let’s keep wide to the right, and saying He looks old, we could run faster than him, and just generally planning for freaky deaky just in case. He kept staring at us so as we approached, I asked if he was OK, and kept staring back. He was greasy haired, tiny round glasses, a blue windbreaker, plaid long shorts, about 50yo. His dog was small beagle mix. He didn’t answer me at all, just kept staring. We turned to the right and walked about a block, I had my phone cam facing me, so I could watch him over my shoulder and the only movement was him slowly shifting his direction to continue staring at us. I didn’t say anything else to him. It was moderately unsettling his stare, made more so by his lack of response, emotionless face, weird tiny glasses, slow wave at us like zombie mfka. He did leave bec on our way back he was no longer standing on the main trail. So hey freaky deaky forest zombie dude, for sure stay in the thickets and let’s not meet! TLDR: silent staring socio on the trail…

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/yiyzwi/creepy_dude_on_the_trail/

LetsNotMeet

SnooPeripherals6557