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Robbers stopped by 4th graders

Okay, this is my first time posting on reddit but plz bare with me! In fourth grade I had a best friend named Jenny (not her real name) and every day after school we would hang out. It was awesome because Jenny was actually neighbors with my grandmother, and everyday I would go to my grandmothers house after school. We had MANY after school adventures and would either hang out at her house, or in front in my grandmas yard. My grandmother, and Jenny, both lived at the end of the street (it was a dead end). It was great because all of the neighbors knew each other and it was often you would see children casually playing in the street (as my cousins also lived on this street but not important). This neighborhood was, and still is, very nice, quiet, safe, and comfortable. One day after school, I was alone at my grandmothers house when I saw an unfamiliar car pull up to one of my grandmas neighbors house. It immediately took me off guard as i hadn’t seen this vehicle before. I went out into my grandmothers front yard when I saw two men get out and approached the neighbors home. I was very confused and concerned, as I have never seen these men before and because the home that they were approaching had been abandoned for a while- although still an elder mans home. Moments later, Jenny comes over to my grandmothers house, she was going to ask me if I wanted to play (as we did everyday). Jenny noticed the concerned looks on my face in the direction of the home and asked me “what’s going on?” I told to her about the two men that had gotten out of the unfamiliar car and how they went up to the presumably abandoned home. Jenny then went on to explain to me that the man who lived there was currently in the hospital, and was having health problems (as I said, the neighbors were all pretty close and aware of each other). Jenny and I then ran into my grandmothers house and grabbed some paper and a pen, and wrote the license plate of the strange car. After we did so, we were becoming increasingly curious, as we were as kids, and began trying to see where the men exactly went. We got closer to the home that we believed they were ransacking and that’s when one of the men spots us. We BOOKED IT and being the unknowing and immature kids we were, we giggled and laughed for some reason that I don’t even understand. In front of my grandmothers house, there is two long narrow vertical Bush-like trees. Jenny and I (being curious and immature) hid behind these as we continued giggling (I’m honestly not too sure why we didn’t just go into my grandmothers home as the door was actually before the bushes, but we were curious I guess). We peered our head out trying to see where the men were, and that’s when we saw that they have actually have gotten in their car. They were now both SCANNING (almost) EVERY INCH of the area as they were driving back up the street. Only looking back at this I feel like at this moment we were in danger. For some reason, we didn’t feel like we were in danger and continued giggling. The men left after this and never returned. The men were obviously taken off guard, and I’m honestly still not 100% sure what they were doing, or why they seemed like they were scanning the area. My only two guesses on why is either they were looking for us, or looking to make sure other people didn’t see this. I’m really not sure. They clearly didn’t like the fact that two 10 year olds had noticed whatever it was they were doing. Jenny and I gave some surrounding neighbors the license plate we wrote down and alerted them about what happened- I don’t think they took us too serious. Those dudes who were up to no good in the neighborhood, let’s not meet again please. Or else they might have a story for r/nuclearrevenge

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/ko4mi8/robbers_stopped_by_4th_graders/

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LuvBruno

New drinking buddies in the dorms.

I went to college at a state school that was just far enough from my parents' house that I could justify living in the dorms. I was still close enough to where I grew up that I could go home on weekends. And I was close enough that my friends from high school could come visit me in the dorms. I had been in school for about two months and a friend from high school, Evan, was visiting me on a Saturday night. Though we were both 18, Evan (who had older brothers) managed to bring a pack of beer with him. There were no big parties planned that night, so we played beer pong with the friends I had made in the dorms, then played some video games. In short, a pretty uneventful night. At around 10pm, Evan suggested that we skateboard around the dorms and see what else was going on (Evan borrowed my roommate's skateboard). As we were skateboarding around, we noticed two good-looking brunette girls who were sitting on a bench. Being the suave 18-year-olds that we were, we awkwardly skateboarded around their vicinity until we had an opening to say something to one of them. We ended up telling them that we had been drinking beers earlier, and they mentioned that they were roommates, and that they had a bottle of whiskey in their dorm room, which was in the building just next to where we were standing. This seemed like a godsend of an opportunity, as just minutes before, we had been playing beer pong in a room full of guys, and now two attractive girls had just invited us to their dorm room to drink. We followed them into their dorm room, cracking jokes and laughing the entire way. As promised, when we got to their dorm, one of the girls pulled a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey out of their closet, along with some red cups. They poured two cups -- one for me and one for Evan -- and handed them to each of us. I noticed that Evan's face expression had become more serious and, as he put the cup up to his face, it went from serious to fearful. He looked at me and said, "we need to go." He stood up and waited for me to do the same. As we began our exit, the girls assured us, in an aggressive tone, that there was nothing wrong with the drinks, and that we were only afraid of drinking. Once we left and had skated a good distance, Evan stopped to explain all of the red flags that I had missed. First, the dorm room was completely empty other than sheets and comforters on their beds. There was nothing on the walls or on their desks and, while Evan couldn't see all the way inside of the closet, there seemed not to be much inside. I hadn't paid any attention to how odd it was that there was almost nothing in their dorm room. Second, the girls only poured drinks for us -- not for themselves. And third, Evan said that, while he had had Jack Daniels many times before, something smelled off about the Jack Daniels that the girls gave us. When we got back to my dorm room, we told everyone about what happened, and they agreed that it was odd. The creepiest aspect of all, however, is that I never saw either of those girls around the dorms, or elsewhere, again. Their dorm room was in a different building than mine (with a different keycard), so I couldn't easily go check things out. To this day, Evan and I occasionally bring this incident up and wonder whether we might have escaped some unknown fate.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/knn8zl/new_drinking_buddies_in_the_dorms/

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Kendrick_LaVar

10-year-old and 14-year-old stalked by red truck

Hi, first time poster here. On mobile so I’m sorry for the formatting. Back in 2013 I used to have a best friend who we’ll call Sadie for this story. Sadie was 5 years older than me but had a late birthday. We used to frequently have sleepovers at her house and often go to the gas station near her house to get snacks for the night. One summer night (I can’t remember the time exactly but I remember it was still pretty light out) Sadie and I were returning from the gas station with snacks in hand. We live in one of the most dangerous cities in British Columbia and it’s pretty hilly in some areas, her area in particular was super hilly. So hilly to the point that when you’re crossing the street you can hear the car coming up the street before you can see it. We were about 2 houses away from her place as we were crossing the street. I remember being halfway in the street as a red truck came hightailing towards us. Luckily Sadie and her long legs had already made it across the street and swiftly pulled me out of the road before I could’ve been hit. Immediately after, Sadie and I both looked up at the top of the hill to see where the truck had gone. The driver had made a u-turn and was just sat at the top of the hill, idling. Sadie, being a quick thinker, grabbed my wrist and ran as fast as she could possibly make me. We started barrelling towards her house which was now a house away. I remember peering back at the top of the hill and seeing the truck beginning to turn in the direction we were running just a street over. We crossed the last street before making it back to Sadie’s and as we crossed I looked back up the street to see if the truck was following us. It was already speeding for the next street over because I guess they assumed we didn’t live so close by. Luckily her and I safely made it back to her house. However we never actually got to get a glimpse of what the driver looked like or matter of fact, their gender. And since they were driving so quickly and erratically we couldn’t see their license plate. We never told her parents or called the police because of those reasons and also partly because we were both understandably shaken up by the whole thing. I forgot about this situation until today. It disturbs me so much to think; what did they intend on doing? So to the person in the red pickup truck, please let’s not ever meet again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/knlzoz/10yearold_and_14yearold_stalked_by_red_truck/

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Jazzlike-Ideal-7579

My stalker tried to kill my girlfriend

I had blocked this story from my memory until my girlfriend reminded me of it a couple days ago. I started dating my girlfriend at the end of my senior year and before we started dating, I used multiple dating apps. In many of my dating app profiles, I had my Snapchat listed so that people could add me. This is important. Nothing led to anything with the dating apps, I’d talk to people for a bit and eventually the conversation would die out. When I began dating my girlfriend, I had deleted the apps but never deleted my account, meaning people could still see my profile and my Snapchat in it. I realized this after a few people would add me, but it didn’t go anywhere because I’d tell them I had a girlfriend. As you would imagine, they conversation would end there. But there was this one guy that added me, let’s call him Adam, and he asked me if I was available. Being straight, I was used to guys adding me, so I gave him the usual response: “Sorry I’m straight and I have a girlfriend”. I expected him to leave me alone but, he didn’t. At first the messages were normal: “How was your day?”, “What did you do today?”. Simple stuff like that. Being the nice guy I am, I responded because I thought this guy just wanted to be friends, and having a gay friend is okay with me. Then the message progressively got more creepy, he started asking questions about my girlfriend and not the basic questions. Questions like, “Do you guys have sex a lot?” or “Does she like you’re good in bed?”. I simply responded with “Those are kind personal questions and I don’t feel like it’s right for me to share my dating business”. Adam would always apologize and not talk to me for a few days, then he would hit me up again and ask creepy questions again. I eventually told my girlfriend about the situation; and for those who don’t know, my girlfriend is super sweet but she is also very aggressively protective over me. So she adds this guy and basically tells him that he needs to leave me alone. Unfortunately this enraged Adam, who responded with saying that “I need to dump this bitch now because she is a cunt”. Naturally I defend my girlfriend and block Adam. Everything was cool for a week until another account added me. The guy’s name was Tyler and he was super chill. He was super nice to me and respected my relationship with my girlfriend. As the days go by I start to notice that Tyler’s vocabulary was very similar to Adam’s. I wasn’t sure about it so I didn’t make any assumptions that it was him. So I gave Tyler’s snap to my girlfriend who adds him to investigate. As soon as she adds “Tyler’s” snap, “Tyler” flips out on her, which confirmed that it was Adam. As soon as this realization is made I block him again. From here everything goes quiet from Adam for about a month. So I live in the Suburbs of Chicago and both my girlfriend and I live down the street from each other. So naturally we do see each other a lot and both our families are really good friends. On top of that our families would also house sit or pet sit for each other. Anyway, a month goes by until I get a letter with no address or name on it. Just my name on the front. I open it and to my shock and horror, it is basically a love letter from Adam. The premise of the letter was basically him saying that he loves me and he wants me to run off with him. The letter also takes a very sexual turn halfway through, with him describing what he wants me to do to him and him to do to me. At this moment, two horrifying realizations hit me; one is that he knows my address and two, he dropped that letter off himself meaning that he is in my town. I immediately call my girlfriend who is equally as shocked as I am and after consulting with my parents, we call the cops. Unfortunately since I had blocked as well as removed Adams social media information; and that the letter had no return address, there was nothing we could do about it. Day after day letters would keep appearing in my mailbox until they also started appearing in my girlfriend’s mailbox as well. Her letters were far worse than mine. Adam wrote of how much he hated her and how much he wanted to hurt her. He also stating many times of the ways he would inflict pain onto her until she broke up with me. Like me, she took this to the cops and again they could do nothing about it. My girlfriend’s family had plans to go to Hawaii for vacation, and I was to house sit for them. The first couple days went fine, until around one or the last nights of the week. As per usual I was over at their house, watching Tv on the couch, when the power went out. Mind you in was around 1:00 am, and it was pitch black when those lights went out. The next few seconds were silent, when I heard a window smash from the office. To understand this more, let me give you the layout of the house. When you entered the front door to your left was the living room, straight ahead was both the kitchen and stairs, and to the right was the office and dining room. On the upstairs level, as soon as you reached the top of the stairs, a bathroom was straight ahead and my girlfriend’s room was on the right and the other bedrooms were on the left. Immediately I shot up grabbed a kitchen knife and ran upstairs to hide while a called the cops. I quickly got into my girlfriend’s room and slipped into the closet. As soon as I was able to contact the operator, I heard the pounding of the intruder running up the steps. Thankfully I had relayed all the information to the operator in time who then stayed on the phone as we both remained quiet. The intruder took a left when he reached the top of the stairs which gave more time for the cops to arrive and for me to get ready just in case I needed to defend myself. A few minutes go by until I heard the intruder start walking toward my girlfriend’s room. In the only few precious second I had, I slipped out of the closet and positioned myself next to the door. As soon as he opened the door and started to enter the room, I took the kitchen knife and drove it into his shoulder. A young man screamed in pain as I heard a heavy metallic object make a large thud as it hit the ground. From there I bolted out of the house where I was met my four squad cars and cops with their guns raise. I through my hands up shouting that he was upstairs in the right room. A few minutes go by and the intruder was dragged out, still streaming in pain. With the siren lights flooding the street, I got a glimpse of his face. It was Adam. And I was informed later by an officer, that metallic thud was made my him dropped him hand gun. Adam was from Texas and had traveled up to My state to be with me. He had rented a room at a local motel and would put letters in both my girlfriend’s and my mailbox daily, he would do this in the early hours of the morning; which was confirmed by the security footage of motel he was staying at. That night, Adam had plans to killed my girlfriend and her family so I would chose to be with him. He managed to pry open the power box the switch off the power to her house along with neighboring houses. And broke in with the intent of her being there. Well unfortunately for him, she was enjoying a tropical vacation. To be honest, I have no idea how this outcome would be different if they did not go on vacation. And I am grateful that I still have my girlfriend as well as her family alive. So Adam, please stay the fuck away from my girlfriend and me.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/kmzjd6/my_stalker_tried_to_kill_my_girlfriend/

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Naterichards47

Strange encounters out on the road

One of my first posts on here. But I've always had a fascination with the dark and mysterious aspects of life, so I figured I'd tell about some of the strange characters I've met on the road. This one was by far the weirdest. I used to be a OTR truck driver that drove with another guy. This job only lasted a year in total, but within that year I had some strange encounters on the road. One of which was another truck driver that decided to take his shirt off at a fuel lane and proceed to wash himself with windshield wiper fluid during one of my breaks. Despite some of the weird people or off kilter types there was one guy that creeped me out more than anyone else. Hes one of the main reasons I stopped driving in the first place. The interaction happened at night. We were driving a load down to California set to arrive the next day at night. I had arrived at a rest area in Arkansas at about 3:30am, just having finished my drive time and getting set to take my 10hr break. It was dark, light rain was pouring, and the rest area in particular was down a bit from the highway and completely encircled by trees. Perfect spooky atmosphere for the interaction I was to have. I clocked out for the night, did a quick scan around and hopped out and locked the truck. The rest area was pretty quiet, a few sparse cars in the car parking lot and a couple of semis that decided to sleep here for the night. An assortment of benches around with some canopys over them to shield from the rain. I was walking to the restroom to take a leak when I saw a man in the dark smoking a cigarette and sitting on one of the benches. Walking past, my anxiety raised a bit (but not enough to set up alarm) and decided to keep heading to the restroom. Handled my business, washed my hands and headed back to the truck. The man was still seated in his original spot, but his body language told me he was now watching me. His face was shrouded in shadow due to the overhead light, but his whole body turned as I walked past. Getting slightly paranoid, I picked up the pace back to the truck, hopped inside and quickly locked the door. Figuring the worst of my anxiety was over, I decided to turn the radio back on to finish one of the comedy shows I was listening to and finish the beef jerky I had bought from earlier. As I raised the jerky up to my mouth my periphery sensed some movement and I looked up at the benches for that man. He was no longer sitting at the bench... but was now perched underneath the light post about 10 feet from my truck. My anxiety flooded back and sensed something was off, something about his posture was bothering me like I could sense this man didn't have good intentions. I shut the radio off at this moment and stared back. This guy didnt move at all, the shadows covered most of his face but I could tell he was staring in at me. This stare down felt like it lasted for 10 minutes straight, he didn't even lift his arm to take a drag from his cigarette that was still lit. Feeling like this situation was too strange, I called to my co-driver who was sleeping in the cab. "Ugh.... What dude?" He said, still waking up. "Hey man, I finished my shift, but there's also this dude staring down me and the truck outside" I hear him move about and peek through the cab curtain. "What dude?" I look back, and the dude is gone. I freak out and scan all over, and when I look in the drivers side mirror the man is now walking slowly towards the back of the truck, cigarette in mouth. "Looks like he's walking around the truck" I say. "Wtf? Really? What side is he on?!" Co driver says confused. At this point the dude had circled the back of the truck and is now walking up the passenger side. "He's on the passenger side now" I say. I slid over to the passengers side and grabbed my knife off the dashboard just in case. My co-driver finally sees him walking up in the passenger side mirror. The guy stops right by the passenger door and starts peering into the lower window of the passenger door. (For those that don't know, semis tend to have a window on the lower part of the passenger door so you can see if any cars are in your blind spot on that side) Considerably freaked, I yelled out "what the fuck do you want asshole?" Which made the man leap back and step on his tiptoes to try and peer in to the higher window, he could see me looking at him now. He had to be in his 50s or 60s, skinny ish man, with bright blue bugged out eyes, he had a deranged look on his face like confusion mixed with malice. My co-driver says "Can we help you??" Upon hearing that there's two of us in the truck, the man abruptly straightens up and walks off. Leaving both of us as confused as ever. Co-driver threw on his clothes and sat in the drivers side. I recalled my experience with the guy up to that point and we just sat and watched him. We noticed that every single time a new vehicle arrived he would walk to whatever light post was closest to the new arrival and stand there. We sat for about 30 minutes debating whether we should call the police, since this guy didn't actually do anything besides acting like a creep. When we finally decided to make a call, we watched the man check his phone, shake his hands in frustration and SPRINT back to one of the cars in the car parking lot and peel off into the night. That was the last I had ever saw of him. What confuses me the most is what his intentions were. I was quite bigger than he was, if it came down to an altercation it's likely that he'd only have the upper hand if he had a weapon. If he had plans to steal the truck, we have logs and gps coordinates on our truck at all times, our systems alert our fleet manager if we're driving off when we have no time on our clocks. Plus what the fuck was this guy doing out at 3:30am in a shady rest area? My best theory is that rest areas aren't watched very often by police, and this one happened to be out of view due to the tree coverage between the rest area and the highway. This guy seemed to have picked this spot for that particular reason, as for what plans he had after: abduction? Theft? Violence? I'm not clear. I'd like to hear what you guys think and what interactions you've had. But to the creepy fucker lurking around that arkansas rest area in the middle of the night... Lets not meet again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/kn6kto/strange_encounters_out_on_the_road/

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Silentartisan

Even in the Best Neighborhood....

Posted this to r/creepyencounters first but this is the first subreddit I ever got invested in and realized after the first posting that this was the true place to post it. So here we go. Overall: I almost got assaulted by 3 men outside my work in a 'safe' area So this happened about 3-4 weeks ago and only now, as I'm stalking hot posts, did I think to post it. I live in the bible belt south, so daylight savings takes our sunset from around 7 or 8pm to about 5:30 or 6pm. So during the winter months, if you're out past 5:30, you're in near darkness other than street lamps. I live in a rather nice area, up and coming if you will. To my east is {redacted}, a city that was just like my own little piece of home some 20-30 years ago. It has since filled out, hit it's prime, and died down (meaning drugs, homeless, etc.) Where I live is right in between {redacted} and {redacted}. Our school district is {double redacted}, our mailing address is {redacted}, and our city of residence is {redacted}. Through all the redactions, I live between three different places somewhere in the middle of nowhere. We're a bunch of neighborhoods, churches, and convenient stores just outside {redacted} city limits. Our high school is surrounded by farm lands, but our neighborhoods are all fast food and parks. Overall, considered a safe place to live and you get called spoiled if you say you live there cause mansions surround lower to middle class homes. So I work at a vet clinic about 2-4 blocks from my house. Quick to work quick to home. It's handy. Now, I live with my parents (17F), and usually have a ride from them. But I myself, do not drive. I'm a kennel tech for reference, which means I take care of all the dogs and cats, clean the floors and counters, wash dishes, do laundry, and take out all the trash, so I'm usually there so long I lock the place up. I work what's considered a night shift but I'm usually only there till 7-7:30 at the latest when we close at 6. For later in the story, every door and window in our building is made of bullet proof glass because we get dogs of upwards of 200lbs come in, and it took one broken window for Dr. {redacted} to decide we were getting something safer and less sue-able. Like I said before, I live in bible belt south, so Daylight savings hits us hard. It's always dark when I leave, even if I get off at like 5:45. One night, after a particularly long shift, I left absolutely pooped. Our kennels and runs were filled to capacity and Greg (who no longer works with us) had dropped his shift and not told anybody. So I (a 17 year old girl, 5'3, with an addiction to sugar and caffeine) chugged three Monsters and told my boss I'd do it on my own, hoping to impress her. Big fucking mistake. I ended up there till around 8; late as shit for anybody working as a kennel tech for a vet clinic that treats only cats and dogs and stops taking walk-ins at 5pm. So when I finally finish, I do last rounds, tell the dogs and cats goodnight, start the last load of laundry in the dryer, and make my way out. I clock out, set the alarm, lock the deadbolt, and take two steps before I see three dudes loitering about 300ft away at our mailbox. Keep in mind, this is a residential area. There is nothing but neighborhoods. There was absolutely no reason for anybody to be at the clinic; there's perfectly good convenient store and CVS just down the street for that. For some additional context, {redacted} is slowly losing it's 'spoiled' rap because they're building apartments all around. To anybody that owns a home and has to pay taxes or keep an eye on property value, apartments are an absolute nightmare. They bring down value and area safety for good reason, though some of you will very much argue with me on this. The moment the first apartment building opened, assaults, kidnappings, and sex trafficking reports shot up like the fourth of July; 10x the girls 'running away', 10x the neighborhood break-ins, 10x the assaults etc. Me and my mother got away from my abusive dad when I was 12yrs, having lived in the slums of {redacted} before she remarried. So having that fear of your neighborhood not being safe was something that we were sad to have to see again. Back to the story. I walk out, 3 grown ass men loitering at our mailbox. I've just shut the door, had to body slam it shut, and *thunk*ed the deadbolt into place. All of this is very loud and by the time I've turned around they've seen me. I lock eyes with one for a solid 30 seconds. He's tall, broad shouldered, and his hood is high enough I can't see his face. Immediate red flags shoot through my entire body and my heart skips. I do what I've always been told to and simply try to walk around them, giving them a wide berth. I take a solid 8 steps and hear feet smacking the ground. The first step I hear is all it takes for me to turn on my heel and f\*\*\*ing book it for the door. My key was clutched in my hand wolverine style cause I walk home with it like that (thank god), so I fumble with the lock for a moment and finally undo the deadbolt. I slip inside and feel my heart drop out of my ass when one of them snatches at my sleeve just as the door slams on his fingers. I've never been so relieved to hear someone scream in pain and been so happy that thing weighs 300lbs. I didn't enter the building gracefully, promptly tripping through the threshold in my desperate attempt to remove him from my sleeve (though he wouldn't have been able to hold it for the weight of the door, even if he'd gotten a grip,) and face planting. I immediately start into a panic attack, hyperventilating and sobbing as I try and get away from the door as fast as possible on all fours. I freak out even worse when I see blood on my hands and on the floor. I'd cut my lip open on one of my teeth and smacked so hard on the ground I busted my eyebrow. At this point, the alarm is blaring, dogs are barking, and these three men are banging on the back door's window (thank god for bullet proof glass) and screaming obscenities at me. I have never felt such fear and seen such evil intent than in the eyes of the guy in front of the trio, looking at me through the glass like I was a mouse to eat while he screamed that I was a wh\*\*e and would 'get what was coming to me'. In my incomprehensible and panicking state, I never turned off the alarm, I just curled my ass under the counter and sobbed until they stop about 15 minutes later. I guess right about then was when the cops showed up because if you don't turn off the alarms in 30secs or less, it alerts the alarm company, which alerts my boss who tells them whether to turn off the alarm or send help. I was found completely unresponsive to sounds or light and, from what I'm told, 'wigged out' when a police officer touched me. I don't remember anything after crawling under the counter and my memory starts again when my parents got there. They caught the three of them buying finger splints at the CVS two blocks away because apparently, the one in the front who tried to snatch my sleeve broke three fingers in our big ass door. Another also kissed concrete like I did our tile, which isn't important, but afterwards I found it mildly amusing even pieces of shit are clumsy. I ended up getting two stitches in my lip and a staple in my eyebrow. I later learned that apparently they'd been watching me for at least a week; they pulled the surveillance tapes and found out they'd been waiting at the side of the clinic almost every day, but never did anything because I'd either had a ride home or two of my bosses stayed and chatted until 30 or 40 minutes after we closed. All three had warrants out for their arrests for drug charges and assaults. One was even linked to multiple car break-ins in the area. None will be walking the streets any time soon, though I have their court dates in my calendar notifications because I've been asked to testify in court as a witness and victim to assault since I had to get stitches. I have agreed. Long story short? Don't walk home alone, get a ride if you are able, always check before leaving a building, and never try and 'walk around'; just go back inside. So, creepy fucks who made me almost shit myself and cost my family about $500 in medical bills and about $300 in psychiatric evaluations, lets never meet after the court dates. ​ Edit: I still work there and it's the best job I've ever had

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/kmyfcm/even_in_the_best_neighborhood/

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Big_Masterpiece_902

Group of meth addicts outside of my apartment door, got violent.

I've never posted here. I've lurked and heard the stories for years but never posted. This story isn't really all that intense but, it's one of many I have and I figured I'd start smaller. ​ I used to live in a real rough area. I'm talking a super low income apartment complex in south-eastern Tennessee that had been raided by DTF (local police thing, Drug Task Force) and cleared out multiple times in the past. The apartment complex was pretty spread out with a lot of roads linking them all together. This place was almost like a small village I guess, because most people in the complex would wander around outside or sit outside their apartment and just socialize.. or do shady shit. Lot of small meth labs, dealers, that sort of thing. I didn't tend to have a lot of problems because as a former addict myself (opiates, not meth) I didn't tend to be the snitching or moralizing sort. As long as whatever fuckery you were up to didn't impact or involve me, I could give a damn as long as nobody was getting actively harmed. So that's who I was, the quiet gay guy who lived with his (at the time, in a totally different, much healthier relationship now) boyfriend and four cats who didn't fuck with anybody but on the few instances I'd been fucked with I'd been known to not back down so I wasn't often (keyword, often, it did absolutely happen from time to time.. obviously) fucked with. People also didn't tend to start shit with each other there, mostly just outsiders and while I didn't make friends I was at least a known member of the community as I lived there for about two years. ​ I didn't have the option to move out, I was poor as hell and between me and my ex I was the only one working. I was able to keep us and the cats fed and the bills paid but that was literally it.. and sometimes I struggled to do that, at least the bills part, can't say any of us ever went hungry even if what we were eating was very low bar. I drove a shitty old 2001 Jeep Grand Cherokee at the time. This was the sort of vehicle that every time you got in it and turned the key, you'd usher a small silent prayer to gods you didn't believe in hoping this wouldn't be the day it finally stopped starting. The vehicle had a ton of problems some of which I'd managed to fix on my own, others not so much. That said, it was my lifeline, the only way I had to get to work (public transportation was very expensive in my town as it was a rural-ish area with not many options in the first place) and other places. ​ I'm not quite sure how this happened, but somehow word got out that I was trying to sell my Jeep. This was obviously not true because I needed the thing and knew it wasn't worth enough to sell in order to assure I could buy another vehicle. None the less, I started having people approach me about it, offering me painfully low sums of money (like $100 and shit like that) before I'd turn them away. I tried my damnedest to kill the 'for sale' rumor but it persisted up until the day I moved out of the state and never looked back. So one night, toward the end of my tenure at the complex, after me and my ex had split and he moved out.. I was alone and gaming on my PC. I believe I was playing Tekken. I heard a loud, frantic series of knocks at my front door. These apartments were small and shitty, so it was within visible eyesight (the door) of my bed in the bedroom.. and this dude was knocking LOUDLY. I get up, already sketched out because of the hour, grabbed a knife I had and looked through the peep hole. I couldn't really see anything because it was so dark, so I talked through the door. ​ I asked who it was and what they wanted, in a commanding almost aggressive tone because I wasn't trying to look vulnerable. For reference I'm just under 6 foot, around 220 pounds and I'm by no means small or weak. That said, I am also not a one man army or some kind of substantial badass, I'm as human as anyone else and while I'm not one to run away from a fight I'm not the idiot sort to run toward them (at least not anymore) either. I heard nothing at first, so I asked again. Nothing again. I stood there trying to listen for a few minutes before returning to the bedroom and a few minutes later I heard the knocking start once again. This time I went to my window to see if I could see anyone outside at all, and I saw several shadows lurking near my Jeep parked just outside. Now at this point I was worried they were gonna try to break into it (would be real easy considering the back window was out and covered by tape and bags) or steal it, so this time I actually opened the door. ​ Standing in the little alley / hall thing in front of my door (the complex had 4 doors in each building but I lived alone in that unit and it was the last unit on the hill before hitting grass and a hill, so the thought that someone nearby might join up with me if the shit hit the fan was non-existent.. so I was very on edge) was a group of three individuals. I only recognized one, who was standing in front of the other two. I'd seen him around the complex and knew he lived there. I'm still packing the knife but I'm not brandishing it at this point, I ask again what he wants and what the hell these people are doing knocking on my door at 1AM and lingering around my Jeep. He said he heard it was for sale and wanted to come buy it, offering me the pitiful amount of money he had on him (legit like $30) for it and said him and his boys were just checking it out. I told him that one, the Jeep isn't for sale despite what he'd heard and two, even if it was I wouldn't sell it for that low of an amount. ​ As you can probably predict, he wasn't happy about this answer. I could tell this dude was bombed, he had all the telltale signs of meth influence going on and just generally had that 'look' about him. Scabs, twitchy, malnourished with hardly any bodyfat, bloodshot eyes with constricted pupils, the whole shebang. He mouthed off something at me which was so slurred and accented that I couldn't really understand it. I didn't respond, just kept staring him down before eventually telling him to please fuck off. After hearing this, he gestured for his buddies to come over and now I had 3 people standing shoulder to shoulder in the hallway leading up to my door doing their best intimidation stances before the guy asked in a real fucked tone 'you sure about that boy?' before I said 'yes the fuck I am' after which I revealed the knife and ejected the blade from the handle. This was a larger knife with full knuckle guards and a spike on the bottom, not your typical small pocket knife by any means. His response to this was to call me a pussy for bringing out a weapon, to which I responded something of the lines of 'says the dude who came here 3 deep' which he laughed at. ​ The sight of the knife didn't put him off at all. I guess he figured I'd be too scared to use it or that they could rush me before I got the chance. When I saw them inching their way forward I sprung into action and started wildly thrusting and slashing the blade around in their general direction with wild abandon, showing I had zero issues with potentially killing or injuring one of them. I knew I wasn't likely to win a 3 on 1 fight even with the knife, but I made it damned clear that if I was going down I was taking at least one of them with me. They backed up and started spewing shit talk at me including calling me a faggot (I was known to be gay, even if most people act surprised when I tell them) and other choice words but I kept moving toward them as they backed up showing that at this point they either were gonna leave or someone was getting stabbed. By the time I got to the end of the hallway to the lot where my Jeep was parked I noticed two more people standing by the Jeep and internally swore at myself for just not going back inside but I was in to deep now. ​ At this point I went all in and started yelling at the top of my lungs, acting like a bloodthirsty lunatic who was just out to hurt people in a similar manner to how people try to scare bears away. I was just trying to be as loud and as threatening as possible to really sell the idea that even if they took me out, at least one of them might end up dead as a result.. and to be honest I fully intended for it to go that way if the shit popped off. One of the guys by my Jeep then brandished what looked to be (too dark to tell) a piece of wood at me as a threat, to which I had the quick wit to respond to by saying 'swing that at me and I'll shove this knife so far up your ass you'll wish you brought a better weapon' which I remember specifically because one of the other guys thought that was the funniest shit in the world and started laughing. Not in a 'you won't do it' sort of way but in a manner that seemed like I was genuinely entertaining him. I was so hyped on adrenaline my response to this was to slash at him as he was one of the closer ones to me, at which he swore at me before running off and all the rest followed suit. ​ After this I went back inside and stayed awake until sunrise to assure they didn't come back before finally falling asleep on the couch by the door so I could hear if anything else happened outside and hopefully wake up if it did. Nothing more happened and the next day after I saw the guy who initialized the standoff with me as I was getting home from work. He followed me up to my apartment where I parked and apologized for what happened. He said he was high (big shocker) at the time and also drunk so he was feeling extra stupid, I told him it wasn't a big deal (it's sad how commonplace shit like this could be in this complex, even if most of them tended not to fuck with their own, we had enough people passing through to assure it happened regularly and not everyone followed the unspoken rule of not fucking with the other residents) and not to do it again. He then quickly approached me and hugged me in this real 'bro' sort of manner. I went along with it and told him to have a nice day before going back inside and settling down. No more incidents with him or his buddies ever again after this, though it was not the last time shit popped off there involving me before I moved.. just the last (And only) time with this guy and his friends. Even though I played it off as not caring, it was mostly just to avoid further conflict. So.. ​ To the whacked out methhead and his friends who decided it was in their best interest to intimidate me into selling my vehicle for like $30.. let's definitely not ever fucking meet again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/kmf03i/group_of_meth_addicts_outside_of_my_apartment/

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MNaumov92

Don’t worry this isn’t a human spine

This is the tale of how I became a Let’s Not Meet for two mothers and some small children. I live in Nevada close to some beautiful and occasionally sketchy trails. The area is mostly Bureau of Land Management aka public lands, so people can pretty much do whatever the fuck they want up there... you might come across abandoned cars and electronics with dozens of shotgun holes, or a bobcat/mountain lion den. Being an evolutionary biology PhD student I’m obviously far more interested in the latter, and there’s this one spot in a canyon where some predators like to frequent. I virtually always find cool bones there, and this one Friday afternoon was no exception. I’d just had a seriously rough week, barely slept or showered, and decided to go for a hike to take the stress off (and maybe find some cat prints or bones to add to my morbid naturalist collection). Sure enough, I came across a large, extremely well preserved spine and attached pelvis... it appeared to be from some kind of medium sized quadruped, possibly a coyote or a small deer. Naturally I picked it up with the intention of carrying it back to my house and asking my mammalogist roommate for an ID. Perfectly normal stuff, you see. What I failed to take into account is that the trail to get back to my house cuts through a park. A children’s park, complete with a super fancy playground... the kind I would have drooled over as a kid. So there I am, walking through this park with my mystery spine proudly slung over my shoulder, when I make eye contact with two mothers sitting on a bench as their kids play on the structure. They look thoroughly disturbed, and I am struck by the realization of how terrifying I must look... a bedraggled 20 something year old emerging from a canyon and making my way toward a group of toddlers whilst wielding a large vertebral column of unknown origins. If humans had hackles, these mothers’ hackles would have been raised. One of them got up to walk closer to her children, so I felt the need to say something reassuring. I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head, which was: “Don’t worry, this isn’t a human spine.” Immediately after these words left my mouth I realized that’s probably exactly what someone carrying a human spine would say. Dumbass. Accordingly, the mothers did not look reassured in the slightest, and some of the children were starting to notice me as well. At this point I panicked and tried to mentally work out how to backpedal... do I tell them about how I know it isn’t human because human pelvises look different? Then they’ll wonder why I’m so familiar with human pelvises, which is because I taught anatomy and physiology and also because I’m an evolutionary biologist, so I know about the pelvic modifications that enabled humans to be bipedal, but of course they probably won’t understand/ listen to any of this because they just want the creepy spine lady to get away from their children. In the end I said nothing else and just kept walking. The mothers’ eyes did not leave me once... I even chanced a backward glance when I was at the opposite end of the park and they were still staring at me, one of them appeared to be talking on her phone. So, to the poor mothers and children who thought they may have encountered a murderer descending from the rugged hills of Nevada, I’m truly sorry for becoming your Let’s Not Meet. But honest to god, it wasn’t a human spine. Cross my heart.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/km99e9/dont_worry_this_isnt_a_human_spine/

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janebaddall

Followed by a car full of potential kidnappers

Hey all, before I start I’d like to give a couple details about me. At the time of this story I was just finished my sixth grade year and was very athletic, and took runs everyday. This encounter occurred in the summer, and what comes with summer? Heat. So instead of running in the day when it was hotter I began running in the evening when the sun was down. On the day of the encounter I followed my normal routine, I told my mom I was going to start my run and then began to listen to my music on my iPod Shuffle. Now the way my neighborhood works is that there is only one entrance which doubles as the only exit as well. I live in a suburban area so main road that passes the entrance on my neighborhood isn’t very busy, but it isn’t empty either. On the day, I was running down the “main road” of my neighborhood that all the small streets branch off of. I was close to the entrance and could clearly see all the cars passing by. ( I am also clearly visible to all cars passing by) I remember watching this grey Honda car slam on its brakes at the entrance on my neighborhood. This was done so fast and so hard that I heard the tires squeal over the song I was listening to at full volume. I brushed it off as someone following directions that most likely nearly missed my neighborhood’s entrance. The car then began up the road I was running on going extremely slow at least ten miles an hour under the speed limit. I could make out three shadows in the car through the darkness and little light from the houses porch lights. Two at the front of the car, and someone in the back seat. As I passed the car I saw the driver side window was down. I gave the car a smile and a wave and I turned down a small street that branched off the road I was running on. Now I remember feeling extremely on edge so I checked over my shoulder. I saw the car turn around in the middle of the road and then slowly turn down the street I was running on. Again I chalked it up to misinterpreting directions and tried not to think too much of it, but I really began to freak out. As a girl of my age I always would jump to the worst possible outcome. I wasn’t very tall and only stood at about 5’2 so I knew that I could be easily manhandled if the people in the car had any ill intentions, but I knew that was very unlikely so I tried to tell myself to calm down. I reached the cul de sac at the end of the street so I was now running on the opposite side of the car. They were still going very slow. What I do next may have saved my life and I can’t imagine what would’ve happened to me if I didn’t. As the car and I were about to be right next to each other I paused my music, but kept my earbuds in, giving the illusion that I was still listening. As the car and I got closer I heard the two men speaking. One of them actually tried to speak to me, yelling hey or something like that, but I didn’t reply because I knew that it would blow my cover and they would know that I was able to hear them. As the car drove a little bit behind me and out of my view I heard one of them say, “We will get her when we turn back around.” I froze. Get me? I felt like something dumped a bucket of freezing water on my head. I knew they had to go around the cul de sac still, so I did the only thing I could thing of, I sprinted. As I ran down the street I looked over my shoulder and saw the car had already went around the cul de sac and was now going a lot faster after me. I turned into the main road of my neighborhood and ran. I passed my street and just ran as fast as I could towards the end of my neighborhood. My house was the first on my street so I knew they would see where I lived if I tried to go home. I was scared to death and was running for my life. I had no idea what I could do to get away from these people so I just pushed my body to go as fast as possible. I continued to check over my shoulder hoping maybe they wouldn’t be there, but they were. They were right behind me and I distinctly remember, they were silent. I had imagined them yelling at each other that I was going to get away, but they were chasing me in silence. To me that was creepier than if they were to be yelling. When I ran down the last street in my neighborhood I started running through backyards. That was the only thing I had left to do. I heard the car slam on its brakes, turn off its engine, and three doors slam. My heart beat sped up. I was so convinced they were going to begin chasing after me through the backyards. “Get back in the car. We won’t find her like this.” My heart dropped. As I heard three doors shut and the car engine start up again. Now that I was running through backyards I would have to run across the streets too. This was the scariest part for me because I would be very visible to the people in the car if they were to be driving down the main road. I remember staring at the street trying to decide whether or not I should try to wait it out or if I should just book it home, I went with book it home. I didn’t even check my shoulder as I ran through backyards, jumped over fences, and ran across the streets. I was just waiting for car lights to light up the area around me, or for arms to wrap around me, but it never happened. Somehow the car must’ve turned down the wrong streets or completely missed me and I truest believe that is the luckiest thing that has ever happened to me. When I got to my house I wasted no time jumping through the door. Once I slammed my door shut I sat on the ground and thought about what just happened and what could’ve happend. I never ended up telling my parents until years later, or calling the police. But if they are still out there, I hope they’ll locked up somewhere so they can’t ever terrorize a child again. I can’t imagine what they would’ve done to me if they ever caught me. Needless to say let’s not meet ever again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/klzb7q/followed_by_a_car_full_of_potential_kidnappers/

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Strikers91

Guy nearly shoots me in a public area and broad daylight and blames me for missing his shot.

For starters, sorry for any mistakes. English isn't my first language. I've posted on another subreddit before on something unrelated. I was original, going to submit it there. I wasn't sure if it was the right subreddit to submit it on. If I should move it tell me, thanks. Now let us begin the tale of how I almost died and was blamed for it. Before, I continue, I must inform everyone of the layout of the street. Our street back then was one of the ones that had a lot of construction going out at the time. The apartment we lived in was next to a building that was being constructed. Next to the construction site, there is a small wooden shack. I originally thought it was abandoned due to never seeing anyone come in or out of it. I usually pass it due to one of the places my family prays is behind the construction site while the second on the street is way further so, we always used the one behind the construction site. This entire event occurred around three years ago during my last year of middle school. At that time in my life, I was expected to go to the grocery store that is next to the building where my family prays. I've done this at this point many times and never encountered anything that could be a threat to me; how wrong I was. When I returned from school I was tired due to it being the last day of mid-terms. My mom immediately asked me to the grocery store that was stated to which I happily agreed. I went to the grocery store with some cash but was still in my school uniform and my phone. I get a call from a friend of mine and where both speaking English due to our school enforcing foreign languages more than the country languages and because we got used to using it more. That is when I encounter the main reason this entire thing ever began in the first place. I just want to state something really quickly. That is I don't judge people on any aspect and that I don't see anyone more or less important than the other and you find out why I said that. While I was passing through the narrow path next to the shack which is accessible to everyone. I see a man getting out of the shack but I don't really focus on him. That was until the guy got a hunting rifle with him and points it at me. I've not ashamed that I screamed and with my country language asked him what the hell is he doing. When he hears me speak my country language he gets a confused expression plastered all over his face. He says' boy get away from my food.' I'm now the confused one. I don't know what he is talking about and a part of me thinks he wouldn't shot a kid in broad daylight. Well That all washes away when that psycho actually shots his actual real rifle in the middle of the street. In broad daylight! He then says in anger' you made me a mess, what is your problem you (he then throws some choice words I prefer not writing one for several reasons).' He later says 'that those damn pigeons keep coming on top of his shack.' I just stare at the guy and tell him what the actual hell. He said your fine and not be an idiot and run to my mother or else.' At that, he points his gun this time at me. I thank god every day for sending me my savior who is a guy who usually hangs around the area of nearby cafe and me and my dad have met him before. He questions why I'm pointing a gun at a kid. This man was 6.5 while the guy with the gun 5.5 or something around those lines. He quickly gets intimidated and points his gun at the man in which angers his posse of friends who happened to see their friend and a minor in danger. Now a group of 10 adult men is surrounding this guy. The guy tries something that would make his day a whole lot worse and says his military and that they should back off or they will suffer greatly. ( In my country the military has some serious power and pissing one of them can get you in some serious problems.) ( I should also mention impersonating an officer could cause as much if not more trouble.) We informed him we had everything on video(lie, but worked) He quickly scuttles of never to be seen by us again and he dropped his gun which is taken by one of the group members. I end getting my stuff not telling my mother until yesterday about what happened. I was shaken up by the event and would suffer from nightmares where I would feel the impact of the bullet in my chest. So that's how I almost died. If you read this far thank you and sorry for any grammar mistakes like I said English isn't my first language. For the record, I looked up gun laws in my city and found out it's illegal to own a firearm unless you work in the police or military. Stay safe everyone and enjoy your life with your loved ones. For, the crazy gun-wielding maniac with a guy who thinks it's okay to shot a loaded gun in a public area and nearly killed me let's not meet ever again you psycho!

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/km39ao/guy_nearly_shoots_me_in_a_public_area_and_broad/

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cryptidhunter256

Creepy Santa Man

This happened when I was 13 (I’m a girl) and in the eighth grade and the middle school I went to was about a 15 minute walk so not very far. For context, my older brother and I grew up in East L.A in a small house that had a metal gate and both the front and back doors had a black metal screen door and a wooden door. During the day we would always leave the wooden door open and have the black metal door closed and locked. Except this day... That day I came home from school and had about an hour before anyone else would be home. I was really thirsty so I rushed inside, grabbed a drink, and sat down at the kitchen table, which was about 10 feet away from the front door. I heard the metal gate open and was surprised as no one should have been coming home that early. I got up to see who it was and I saw an older man probably in his 60s. He had short white hair and a long white beard. He was wearing an AC/DC t-shirt, torn jeans and sunglasses. I remember thinking he looked a lot like Santa Claus, but dirty and creepy. He knocked on the metal screen door and asked if my parents were home. I was a dumb kid and said they weren’t. He got a smile on his face and said that he collected donations for needy children. I said sorry but I didn’t have any money. He said sometimes children donated old toys. I said I didn’t have any old toys to donate. He insisted that I must have some toys I didn’t want anymore. He was beginning to creep me out and I noticed I hadn’t locked the door when I came inside. I tried to keep my cool as I slowly and very carefully locked the door- I kept him talking so he wouldn’t notice. A minute or two later he wouldn’t leave so I decided I would pretend to check for toys and then say I didn’t have any so he would hopefully leave. I told him I would go check, and as I turned and took a few steps down the hall I clearly heard him yank at the door trying to open it. I didn’t want him to know I had heard so I kept walking down the hall and into a room. I didn’t have a cell phone and the only phone in the house was in the kitchen. I thought about what to do and decided to stick with my plan. After about two or three minutes I walked out hoping he had left. Nope, creepy Santa man was still there. I told him sorry but I didn’t find anything. He sighed and said alright he would check another time. He left and walked across street. I watched from the kitchen window peeking through the blinds as he just stood there staring at my house for about 45 minutes. My brother and a few of his friends finally came walking down the street. As my brother came inside and his friends kept walking down the street, the man walked walked around the corner and disappeared. I told my brother what happened and he walked outside to look, but creepy Santa man was long gone. When my mom came home we told her what happened and she called the police, but they said to call back if he showed up again. Thankfully he never showed up, so creepy Santa man let’s not meet...

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/kld5tg/creepy_santa_man/

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peanut913

Creeps by the Beach: A Saga

I seem to be a magnet for creeps and weirdos, and since I got such a positive response on my last experience I figured I would share a few more with you all. I'll be writing in order of letsnotmeet-ness, so scroll to the end if you only want the scariest. Background: These all took place outside my home at the time, which was on the literal last block of a major city, right across the street from the beach. The building was framed on 4 sides by: The beach, the woods, a construction site, and a few other sleepy houses, as well as a MUNI line (think the subway but above ground). It's the very last stop on the MUNI so unless you catch it the right time of day, or at the height of tourist season, the area is basically empty on the sidewalks. The house itself has an intial patio door (which doesnt always fully close if you don't slam it) and then an entry area, with a staircase and leading up to a second locked door that leads to the apartment. Experience #1: I get home from work one day at about 9:00PM, and immediately get into a small spat with my roommates. After about 30min, I decide to leave the house to cool off. I had planned on sitting on the porch outside, but, as I looked across the street at the ocean I decided it would be more peaceful there. I had never been to the beach at night, for safety, but as I looked at the well-lit parking lot and no one in sight, I decided it would be alright. In the one block span from the beach to my home, there was a little wooded path the started on my street and dumped you out at the crosswalk for the beach. It also intersected with another pathway that took you down the coast. I sat for a bit, everything was fine and after a while I started the ~1min walk back on the little path. All of a sudden, I look up and see a man walking briskly on the intersecting path, looking right at me. I speed up a bit and try to ignore him and as we hit the section where the 2 paths intersect, I end up being about a foot away from him. Hey calls out to me "Hey, I wanna talk to you". I ignore him and after a few more steps he reaches out his hand and grabs part of my hair, saying "Hey, come here!" I immediately yank my hair out of his hand and book it the last block, sprinting to my house and I can hear him running behind me. I turn the corner sharply and am briefly out of his sight. Luckily, the initial entry way to the patio had been left open by accident and I run in thru the door and slam it shut. I hear his footsteps stop outside, followed by silence. As I go upstairs and look thru our front window, I see him walking away into the construction site. Experience #2: I had a friend that lived a couple blocks from where I was, along the same stretch of beach. After hanging out one day, I decide to head back home around sunset. I've walked this route many times and It's just barely light outside still, only a 5min walk so I figure I'll be home before dark. As I cross the intersection from their house, I notice a white van parked on the corner that is not usually there (covering a little garden I like to look at on my way back). I can just barely make out 2 people in the front seat. I think odd, okay, whatever, and pull put my pepper spray. I cross the street, passing the van and now have my back to it. As soon as my foot hits the pavement on the other side of the street, I hear the van start up. I turn my head just slightly and see them (illegally) turning on to the street where I am now walking. They creep the van beside me slowly, just behind me but within my peripheral vision. I decide to stop and let them pass- I pause and pretend to be looking at my phone, and see them stop driving immediately. This was a nope from me and I broke into a run, the van following me, toa small vintage motel about 1 building away, that I know has an open-enterance courtyard, and so as I approach it I turn quickly into the yard, and run up to an archway entry for a unit. I stop at the first few steps, catching my breath, and I open my phone front camera to use as a sort of mirror to see what the van is doing. They had backed up to the entry of the motel, and sat there for a few minutes. Then, the one on the passenger side opened the door and started walking towards the motel, his phone flashlight on, and I immediately pulled my own phone back, listening for his footsteps and readying myself to start banging on the motel door, hoping someone is inside. I wait in the silence for a long time, long enough for it to get dark. I finally look out again, and both the man and van are gone. I call an uber to take me the last 2 blocks (sorry uber driver). Never saw them again. Experience #3: I have a friend over, and we want to dab (form of smoking weed). It's about 10pm. My roommates don't like dabbing in the house because of the smell, so he and I go to his car parked out front. We're in there, having a good time when I notice a person walking down the block, pulling on car door handles. I notify him and we watch as that same person comes up to his car, and yanks on his back door. He honks his horn and they back up for a minute, then walk up to his driver window and knock on the window, making a motion to roll it down. Just as I am about to tell him DON'T, he rolls down the window a bit. The person is clean and normally clothed, and asks what day it is, and then what time it is, to which my friend answers. They then stand there and stare at us as he tries to usher them away, even offering them money. Without saying anything, they walk away down the block and once they reach the intersection between the construction site and woods, they roll their head back up to the sky and just start SCREAMING at the top of their lungs, as they back away out of sight. I take this opportunity to dart back inside my house as my friend watches, making sure to close the patio door. A few hours later, one of my roommates comes home very drunk, and as we figured later, they failed to make sure the patio door shut all the way. Morning time comes, and I wake up in an empty apartment. I open my phone and have a singular message from my roommate from THREE HOURS AGO, stating that when they left for work this morning, there was a person they didn't know sleeping inside the patio area. They thought it was a drunk person who lived in the neighborhood and entered the wrong house by mistake and evidently did not find it enough of a reason to call me or wake me up. I immediately go to the entry of our apartment, pulling the door open fast. To my surprise, the person who had been talking to us in the car the night before, is laying casually across my staircase, fiddling with something. I scream HEY loudly, and they immediately hop up and run out my patio door. I run down the stairs after them and open the door. They are standing across the street, just smiling at me and giggling. They then give me a little wave, and run off. I close the door hard, and go back up the steps to see what items they had left. Sitting on the steps was a few coins, some weird wire type objects (think a Bobby pin after you've bent it into a straight line) a lighter, and a pocket knife. Never saw them again. Unrelated to my stories, but shortly after I moved from that area 1) A teenage girl was abducted from that same corner where I saw the van 2) After a car chase, police found a severed head in the freezer of a house along my block as well (can link the article to this one) I also got a lot of questions regarding calling 911 on my last post and wanted to clarify- I am from a rural area and have had many bad experiences with cops abusing power, and have been raised to always be wary of police. I've also had situations that were severe enough that I DID need to call them, and they didn't help me. So, that is not really a thought that goes through my head when dealing with these situations and have learned how to take care of myself or utilize community resources for other situations. These all happened years ago and it's pretty wild to look back on, and remember how terrified I felt in these times. So there's my stories, hope you all enjoyed.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/klcirv/creeps_by_the_beach_a_saga/

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alldayaday420

Almost Kidnapped walking to Dollar General

So this is short but I thought why not post it. I am currently 15 but was 13 at the time. I looked older than I am so people confuse my age a lot. This happened almost 2 years ago while I walking to the store. ​ I live 10 minutes from the Dollar General and went to get some food cause I was hungry at around 5. The sun was starting to kinda set but I went alone anyway (like an idiot I know). I get about halfway way there when a blue car (a ford I think) slows on the highway and calls to me to come closer. Like an idiot I walk back a bit but not to much. I don't remember what he said but it was something along the lines of get in the car. Me freaking out I just start walking again and he pulls into a church parking lot I was walking by. He just parks there yelling at me to come here without getting out. I was wearing wedged sandals so I stopped took them off and bolted. ​ I ran behind the church and walked a toward the front where the car was still parked. He never got out so I didn't see his face but after about 5 or 10 minutes he finally left. I don't know why but I decided to still go to the store. I was still jumpy so I bought my stuff and left. On my way back I didn't see the car again thankfully. When I got home I told my family but they all brushed it off saying I was probably just over reacting. I didn't walk to the store again for 4 months and I still get pretty paranoid if I see a person walking the same directions as me for a while. Yeah, creepy guy in a blue car lets not meet again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/kk9uwq/almost_kidnapped_walking_to_dollar_general/

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SadisticCat99

Creepy Christmas encounter in the forest

UPDATE: Went back and found a tape marking on one of the trees, a very small hideout (more to store things than to sit in), as well as some cut-off part of a backpack! First post here, this just happened about one hour ago, so my memory is fresh! First off: I am living very rural, in a small village with maybe 10-15 houses, but close to the highway (you can drive there within maybe 5 minutes), and also about 10 minutes away from the town. If you cross the street, it just takes you about 10 min walk to reach the forest. First Christmas day. In the afternoon, my partner and I decided to go for a little digestive walk, as we were really stuffed from all the food. It was about 17:00 and already dark when we left, and we had a big and bright LED flashlight with us. I also took my camera and my flash, as I love taking pictures of nature at night. We decided to walk on a little country road towards the forest and then turn right, following a small graveled cycle track close to the forest border, which connects our village and the next (maybe 15-20 minutes walk between villages). In the middle part of the track, you have to walk through a small bit of forest. It's rather dark and the trees are very high and quite dense. When we entered, I saw our flashlight reflecting on something and recognized a car being parked there on the side of the track, close to the trees. This struck me as odd, as cars are not allowed to drive there and the path is very narrow and hidden, so I was a bit cautious. My partner pointed the light inside of the car and it seemed to be empty. I also noticed the windows were frozen, so it must have been parking there for a while. A bit in front of the car I spotted a tree with an intriguing structure, and I asked my partner to point the flashlight towards it, so I could focus better and photograph it with my flash. After I took a few images, my partner told me: "Uhm, there is someone standing behind us in the middle of the road, he is looking at us." Nobody was following us the whole way - I kept looking around and behind us occasionally, because at this time in the evening and close to the border of the forest there are boars sometimes (and it's mating season, so they are more aggressive than usual). Indeed there was a man standing behind us, staying out of the flashlight's reach. He wasn't saying anything, just standing there and facing us. At first, I thought he might be startled, as it may seem a bit weird if someone's just taking photos around your car (it was not even legal to drive on that path with the car!). I decided to get up and confront him from a distance, explaining to him that I was just taking photos of that tree. He didn't react and still just stood there. I then went on to ask him if he needed some light, and he replied that this wasn't necessary. It was odd, but I was still calm, sure about there being a normal explanation for his behavior. Nonetheless, my partner and I decided to just GTFO and followed the path leading to the next village (it was maybe 5-7 min until we reached it). I remembered the letters on his license plate (not the numbers though, unfortunately) and googled it, and it turned out that he was from a city about 6h away from our village. Mind you, the country I live in is in a very strict lockdown right now, so you are only allowed to travel (even by car) if you have very urgent reasons. After we reached the first lantern of the next village, we looked back and observed the car driving a bit out of the forest, turning around, and going back inside. I was able to see that he parked there again and turned the lights off, he didn't leave the forest. We then went home on a much longer way than initially intended, as I didn't want to go back there for obvious reasons. Our flashlight battery died on the way and my phone battery was low, so I didn't want to call the police back then, but I called them as soon as I arrived home and gave them all the details (big regret that I didn't memorize the whole license plate, but it was just so surprising that I seriously didn't think about it! Also, it only occurred to me as really strange when I thought about the frozen windows and that he could impossibly have walked behind us - plus him having no light and not responding. He did seem to be sneaking up on us when I sat down to take the photo). I think I was very lucky to have my partner, the camera, and the bright light with me. I don't want to imagine what could have happened if I was alone. So, creepy guy sneaking around in the forest, let's not meet! EDIT: When I told my housemate, she theorized that he may have been spying on the houses very close to the forest border, as you can easily look into their backyards without being seen (you have to walk a bit up the hill and further, about 5 min). I think it's likely. I had the thought of photographing the car when I entered the forest part of the path, but somehow I felt unwell about it and decided to not do it, despite it being an interesting scene. In hindsight, I believe this saved me, as he must have hidden behind the trees close to the car and forest entrance. If he was really planning a burglary (or worse dumping a body), I think it's not unlikely he may have attacked me if he realized I had a potential photo of his car with a recognizable license plate.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/kk3khu/creepy_christmas_encounter_in_the_forest/

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Z4160

I picked up a homeless hitchhiker let him and his dog ride with me for over 700 miles, bought him food and he threatened to kill me when I questioned his wellbeing.

This just went down like an hour ago. So I guess I found out why people don’t pick up hitchhikers now, as I was driving from Texas to Cali, around an hour after I started my drive I saw this guy with his dog on Route 66 in the middle of nowhere atleast 3 miles away from even the nearest gas station. It’s cold and I wasn’t in a rush so I decided to ask him if he wanted a ride turns out he was trying to go to a city in Arizona that was only 20 miles off my route so I offered to let them join the trip. He was chill seemed normal and looked like he cared for his dog. His original story was that he started walking in Mississippi after “some bullshit reason” he lost his job and everything went down the drain so he walked/hitched to Texas where he got stuck for 3 months and was trying to get to his mom so she could help him out. I bought him food after asking if he ate which he said he hadn’t. Ok them good deed endorphins are hittin just right and I feel like I’m doing a good thing. After around 200 miles he tells me he just called his mom while I was refilling my gas and apparently she went to LA for vacation so he would just ride with me until I got to Cali...ok kinda weird and sporadic but I didn’t pay it too much mind. We chatted and again seemed pretty normal until we got to Arizona. He starts bringing up trump and how the election was stolen by pedophiles during this timeline...ok red flag but I just ask him to drop it as I don’t like to talk about politics. He then ask if I could just drop him off at his quote “2 girlfriends” at his house which he got after his mom passed and he inherited in a town in Arizona, he said he called before hand and they are expecting him(after 3 months away). Also he mentions almost like nothing during a earlier convo that he has mild schizophrenia. I started putting it all together, oh shit I don’t think he even has a coherent goal of what he’s doing. So when we get the AZ finally and we’re on the last 10 miles to his now 1 girlfriend which he claims he loves I start to wonder am I about to drop a mentally ill man off 2 states away in the middle of nowhere where it’s about to get freezing temps tonight. Oh and plot twist HE APPARENTLY DIDN’T EVEN HAVE A PHONE. As we got to his “girlfriend’s house” I told him hey want me to wait here just in case she isn’t home(thinking I could atleast talk him to letting me drop him off at a nearby homeless shelter or something). And exactly what I thought happened happened. “I guess I got the wrong info and she doesn’t live there my other family members live there though, yeah let’s just go to Cali to see my mom”. As he sat down in the car which I have driving with him in for over 9 hours. I told him that maybe he isn’t is the best mental state at the moment and his mental illness could be playing tricks with him. He flipped his shit out of nowhere and said if I bring up his schizophrenia again he would kill me. He wasn’t threatening at all so I simply said bro I don’t feel comfortable driving you to Cali but don’t want to leave you and your dog in the about to be freezing cold, do you atleast want me to drop you off at a homeless shelter. “Fuck it I’ll just walk to Cali myself” he said in the mountain town of Arizona where it’s about to be freezing cold and he has no money, food or water with atleast a 10 miles down a pretty uninhabited road and I’m pretty sure he didn’t have family that lived in the house that he went to. And he just left with his dog and I sat there dumbfounded and then left as there was nothing more I could have done at this point. I don’t know where you are dude but I hope your safe and get fucking help for you and your dogs same.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/kjt7j0/i_picked_up_a_homeless_hitchhiker_let_him_and_his/

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longpenisofthelaw

Meth addicts chased me down in a car and tried to abduct me

This all happened about 2 years ago when I was 25(f) it's a long story, but background and context is important, also first time poster so I hope this all makes sense... I used to work overnight shift in a hotel. It was a cruisy job, I worked alone and after my audit was finished, the rest of my night was free to Netflix and occasionally do the university work I intended to. I lived a 6 minute walk from the hotel and often used my 1am break to walk back home and grab dinner or a phone charger I'd forgotten. I know.. not the smartest idea.. but I'd been doing this walk home and back at 1am for years without an issue, until this night. At 10pm I would walk to work; I wouldn't describe the street I walked down as sketchy or dangerous, though there was 1 house I passed on this walk which I knew some dodgy characters resided in, and after a while I figured from the amount of people who would park outside the house for only a few minutes, then return, they were likely drug dealers. So on this particular night, I left for my walk to work at 10pm and noticed the dodgy drug dealers house surrounded by a number of police. I thought nothing of it, just figured they had been caught for their activities, and continued to walk to work. At 1am on my break I headed off on my usual walk home to grab dinner, I was a little curious as to what had happened with the drug house so I glanced at the house a few times on the way past to see if anything seemed out of place.. it didn't, but unbeknownst to me, this glance was a big mistake. After dinner at home I started on my walk back to the hotel. As I walked down the one long road ending in the hotel, a car began driving erratically next to me. First they slowed right down and passed me, then suddenly hit the brakes and jerked the steering in to the gutter as if to park, before speeding up again and repeating this twice just ahead of me. Eventually the car comes to a complete stop about 100 metres ahead of me on the opposite side of the road to which I'm walking; the driver got out and crossed the road to stand directly in my path, whilst the front passenger got out, rounded the back of the car and opened the back door on the drivers side and just stands next to the open door. Hell no. Abso-fucking-loutely not I was going to continue walking towards that set up! So I turn around and start walking back in the direction I had come.. then the driver starts to call out to me "come back, where are you going?" His calls got angrier and more aggressive, so I took off at a sprint back in the direction I came aiming to take a right down a street separating the 2 blocks of straight road that would take me back to the hotel. I rounded the first corner just as I heard the car doors slam and the tyres screech. I rounded the second right, slipping on the grass, running faster than I think I ever have, I could see the hotel, only 1 more block to sprint, but halfway it was too late, I heard the car roar up beside me, a massive stitch in my side and had no choice but to slow to a walk and initiate plan B; talk fast. It was a man driving, shirtless and skinny as a rake, I still remember the matted, long, black dreads and almost completely black eyes. A woman sat in the passenger seat, same skinny, drawn look to her face, covered in scabs and pin pricks for pupils.. fantastic, meth heads. They were both yelling at me demanding to know what I was doing walking at night. "I work at the hotel and just went home for dinner, leave me alone". But they persisted, getting more aggressive with the yelling and suddenly the woman jumps out of the car, runs infront of it to get right in my face, almost getting run over by her boyfriend in the process. She starts screaming in my face that I'm a liar and what am I really doing? Meanwhile, the man takes the car down an alleyway just next to where they had caught up to me. He got out of the car and started calling down the alleyway "come to the car", she's completely erratic now demanding to know the truth as to why I'm walking at night. I'm freaking the fuck out trying to figure out what the hell is going on and the woman says "I know you're lying, why are you walking? Some shit has gone down here tonight". I began to connect the dots, the drug house, the police earlier that night, my 2nd glance at the house, 2 meth heads.. "I know" I told the woman, taking her completely off guard "like I told you, I walk to and from my work, I saw all of the police around that house at 10pm". Finally.. She sees reason! "Our house was run through with guns earlier tonight, you seemed suspicious when you walked past and were looking at our house" she tells me. It all makes sense, these crazy meth heads think I'm involved with the people that robbed their house! Meanwhile, the man had heard none of this exchange and was storming back down the alleyway towards me. He was angry. He pushed his girlfriend aside while she tried to explain the situation, and started on forcefully verbally interrogating me. Too bad though, he didn't believe my story. Next minute, he takes a hammer out of his pocket, holding it menacingly between us, he asked again, why was I out walking? I tried to explain again but he was only getting more angry. He turned around and handed the hammer this girlfriend, before pulling a handgun from his bum bag and asking me yet again, why was I out walking? I began explaining again, a little more desperate this time for good fucking reason. I hadn't even got a few words out before the woman completely freaked out at the man for pulling the gun and got in his face telling him to put the fucking gun away. In amongst all the chaos I took my opportunity, I wasn't asking permission before I turned and sprinted the half block back to the hotel, leaving the meth heads mid domestic. After I got back to the hotel, had a smoke.. or 3.. and processed what the fuck just happened the realisation dawned on me. The man's intentions had I continued to walk towards the open back car door would have been to abduct and potentially torture information I didn't have out of me with a hammer.. all down to a wrong place, wrong time scenario. Still kinda gives me chills when I think about the what if's. So, meth head woman, thanks for potentially saving me from an abduction/ bullet wound, but let's not meet again. And meth head dude with the gun and the hammer, let's, also, definitely never meet again!

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/kjdq3x/meth_addicts_chased_me_down_in_a_car_and_tried_to/

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VanLifer333

The Lawyer's motel-The worst breakup

Pretty recently, my lawyer friend indulged me with another one of his stories. As previously, I have conveyed the fact that my lawyer friend tends to befriend some of his more troublesome clients. I think that it's because of his fatherly instincts taking over, since its own children have grown up and moved on in their lives. This particular friendship in today's story, is a bit more complicated though. Since this story involves two of his clients. One of those clients was a woman named Jenny, whom the lawyer briefly dated. Jenny was somewhat of a hot mess, given some of her life choices and bad habits. Do to her faster, looser lifestyle, the lawyer didn't really jive with her so well After the split with the lawyer, Jenny began to date another one of the lawyers clients, and he was also staying at the motel. So, I think it's safe to infer that he also knew, and understood Jenny's lifestyle choices. However, he was quite depressed at that time, so he appreciated Jenny's upbeat energy and Speedy life. Despite being almost total opposites, the pair quickly became Inseparable. And for about one year, the young couple precariously entertained what would eventually become a pretty tumultuous relationship. Of all of it's fire and ice, the relationship provided a seemingly perfect breeding ground for the young couple to become co-dependent on one another. For a lot of the time all that was going on, the lawyer heard all about it and as a result of me also being a good friend of his, I heard about it as well. The more the lawyer and I heard, the more convinced we were that it was indeed, a toxic relationship. The couple seemed to have knock-down drag-out fights, which started to came more and more frequently. After about one year together, the fights and arguments started to progress from bad to way worse! On one of these particularly terrible nights, Jenny and her boyfriend got into a particularly terrible argument. The police were called out to it initially, but by the time they arrived, Jenny's boyfriend had already taken off. Apparently, he took their shared Honda car and just drove. As he drove, Jenny called and texted him angrily and excessively. She continued her angry tirade for hours into the night. Eventually though, exhausted both emotionally and physically from crying out of anger, Jenny fell asleep. As the next day began, it unfortunately brought devastating news with it. The lawyer was the first to receive the terrible news. He then informed Jenny, and she immediately broke down completely. For the previous night had encapsulated truly horrific events. Jenny's boyfriend had their Honda car that previous night, along with a generator. He then placed the generator in the front seat with him. After that, he took to duct taping a section of a garden hose to the tailpipe of the vehicle. After he finished with all that, he sealed himself in the vehicle and started it along with the generator, then he awaited his demise. Jenny, the lawyer and I were all devastated by that loss. The victim, the new Love of Jenny's life, didn't have any family left. It is quite tragic that drugs and a love fueled rage can have such a permanent and devastating effect. On not only their lives, but also the lives of the people around them.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/un1f2b/the_lawyers_motelthe_worst_breakup/

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So-nora

Him. - A short scary story about a particular hallucination my partner dealt with. Written by me.

I had a platform bed when I was little, up until i moved home from college, like my brother's bed. All of my memories of that bed was that if anyone ever needed to look at me, they'd be able to look me in the eyes, always. My mom would stare at me while I slept, while it wasn't for bad reasons, it still scared me. After I told her to not do it, she'd still continue. One time, waking up, I found her arm underneath my pillow, she said it was nothing. You remember the old Scooby-Doo cartoons? There was an episode where the monster was a headless man. He wore an orange dinner jacket, with a red ascot, and rode a penny-farthing bicycle. I was so terrified of that particular episode that I started seeing Him. Still fresh in my mind, I can still see Him. In elementary, He'd not walk, but hover into my room, like He was riding a "spaceship"; a big disc, controlled like a riding lawnmower, driving through my parents room out of their closet. As I got older, He would simply stand there. He'd alternate between the Surgeon Clowns, during my medical issues, beings that would stand around my bed, which was pressed up against the wall. When they'd appear, they'd pull my bed out and surround me, laughing, holding surgical tools in their hands, never using them, but repeating a "stabbing" motion, mores o just a gesture of moving towards me, until I fell asleep. When I slept on my left side, I'd see Him. When I slept on my back, I'd see the clowns. I don't know why I combined two of the scariest things in my mind. If I didn't behave my mother threatened to take me to the hospital. When I was younger, I was really scared of going to the doctor and being injected with needles. She'd put it as a "behave", but it was more of a "stop freaking out". Once I had a really bad ear infection, to the point where it felt like my head was going to explode. My dad came into my room while I was crying, saying "If you don't stop, we're gonna take you to the doctor so he can put a big needle in your ear so you stop crying" He never explained why it would help, just that he wanted me to stop crying. The pain was still there, I'd just cry less audibly, because I didn't want to go to the hospital. One time I was at the circus alone with my dad. He'd point down to a bunch of clowns. He picked me up, and said, "If you don't behave, I'm going to sell you to the clowns" I wasn't doing anything. It was dark, and I was sitting down quietly. I started freaking out about the clowns. They approached closer. He said, "Here they come." My Mom comes back with my brother, seeing me cry. She asked my dad what happened, he said, "I don't know, she just started crying" As I started getting older, I'd stop sleeping with thinner bedsheets, because somehow in my brain, I figured that thick bedsheets could block me from feeling anything outside. I had no AC in my room, whatsoever. I would sacrifice sleeping comfortable just so I couldn't see Him. If I stuck my head under, no one could see me. That was how I was able to combat the Headless Man. Because of Him, I learned about sleeping under the covers to avoid the monsters. But even If I hid under the blanket, it'd keep me safe from feeling them, but I knew they were still out there. I just didn't want to see them. I still felt like things would touch me. After a while I stopped being scared because other things were taking precedence; the hanging man, the shadows, my grandfather. When I got to high school, I sort of stopped seeing Him, I stopped being scared actually. All through elementary and middle school, I would see Him, but not during high school. That was the time I started seeing shadows more than anything. I never saw the Headless Man in college. In high school, I started sleeping with my head where my feet used to be, I didn't want to see grandpa again. During college I'd sleep that way too, not because of grandpa, but because I told myself I liked the fan. It was still hot in my room, after all. I'm guessing that's why the Headless Man came from my brother's room instead. One night after moving back from college, I felt like I had to choose between seeing the Headless Man or the nameless pair of eyes behind my window. I chose Him. I saw the Headless Man come out of my brother's room, and I only ever saw legs. I knew it was him, I didn't have to see his full image, I knew he was there. I'd see Him walking towards me, but when I closed my eyes and opened them again, He'd "restart" in his path; breaking in His stride to go back to the entrance of my brother's room to walk towards me again. Kind of like He was teleporting. I felt like I couldn't move, just laying there, watching Him repeat endlessly, until the next moment it was bright outside, and I could get up. I don't remember falling asleep or waking up. I didn't even know if what I experienced was a dream or not. That was the last time I saw him. When I was younger, I knew that if I didn't fall asleep during a certain time, I'd see Him. There was this time during elementary I would have bad insomnia. I'd go to bed in the summertime, and wake up at midnight, staying up til 6 in the morning. Telling myself, "I knew I had to be awake, I had to go somewhere, make it quick. He'll get you" Once I got there, I couldn't leave though, he'd be looking for me. If I went to sleep, they would go away, I don't know why but I knew they would. I never saw him outside of my bedroom. I'd hide in the kitchen, Peewee was there, I had water. If I left the area, He would get me.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/ulize2/him_a_short_scary_story_about_a_particular/

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SavanaDoesIt

The Weekend I Can't Forgot

The one thing I learnt that weekend was to never stay up past 3 am at a Canadian cottage next to a forest and a haunted lake. When I was 13, I had this friend named Veronica. We both were obsessed with scary stories and legends. One weekend she invited me to stay at her cottage. We had lots of fun during the day. We went swimming, hiking, kayaking and played video games. When it got dark we decided to try and stay up all night but first we wanted to see if the Canadian legend of the Wendigo was true. We waited for it to get darker and then we told her 16 year old sister that we were going to go to the forest to see the windigo legend was true. Her sister believed in this kind of stuff but was too scared to see if it's real. She called us insane and said it was a horrible idea. But nevertheless I grab the flashlight and my friends hand and we ran to the woods. The legend says to summon the Wendigo you must whistle in a Canadian Forest at night. Lucky for me I didn't know how to whistle so Veronica had to be the one to do it. She did and then we stood there, as quiet as we could be. 5 seconds go by, 10 seconds go by. We were about to calmly walk out of the forest but then we heard a twig snap. The snap was followed by a noise that sounded like a moose noise mixed with a human groan. We ran back to the cottage as fast as we could. We didn't tell her sister anything we just went straight to the room we were staying in. We were bored so she told me about a legend that was going around the neighbourhood. The legend claimed that if you go to the lake at 3am and tap your foot in the water three times something will try to pull you down into the water, if there's no one there to help you, you're doomed. For some reason we decided that we would try it. We snuck into the kitchen when everyone was asleep to get some ice cream and coffee in order not to fall asleep. Eventually 3 am arrived. We did what the legend said but I only felt something touch my foot. After that we thought the rest of the night was gonna be normal, but boi, were we wrong. We changed our minds about not sleeping at all and got ready for bed. We were too scared to turn the lights off so we just turned them down, but maybe it would have been LESS scary with them off... About an hour later I still couldn't sleep. I turned to Vera and opened my eyes... Hers were wide open. I ask her what's wrong but all she said was "don't look in the corner." But I did. I saw a tall black figure standing there. I looked back at Vera. She asked "i-is it g-gone...?" We both looked back at the corner. It was in fact gone. "L-looks like it" I said. We didn't get any sleep that night. The worst thing was that we had to stay there another night...

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/ujkcuz/the_weekend_i_cant_forgot/

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mili_cherry

The Ghost of Bellamy Bridge.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/ujbser/the_ghost_of_bellamy_bridge/

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BeliCro101

the red women

Okay I've been suffering from sleep paralysis for a number of years and it's been fairly tame up till recently , shortly after my dad's death who died early September, it's changed and become far more vivid and terrifying. I am aware that stress, anxiety and grief can all be factors in triggering or enhancing the problem. I allways know when it's coming , I sleep on my side and when it starts a low pressure starts from my shoulder down to my chest, usually it would be the odd moving shadow or a loud bang, or a whispering kind of voice would follow that scary but not terrifying, and I kind of got used to after a while. Recently it's got really bad. Okay the first time it changed I'm lieing on my side looking out across my room, the normal pressure on the side starts, I glance over to the centre of the room and there is something crouched there as I try to make out any distinctive features it bolt's and dives under my bed , all I know it moved on all fours and looked humanoid. One time a withered hand appeared a violently tryed to grasp at my face, another time I saw nothing but heard a low female whispery voice behind me saying "your not gunna make it" and giggling. Then came the most recent ones this was a month ago I got home from a busy day at work and lied down as I did that same pressure, I wasn't exactly in the mood for this, I just wanted to rest and not see terrifying stuff so I kind of struggled against it trying to force myself awake, big mistake because it just made it alot worse. I looked up into the centre of my room and there it was, it was tall thin, shoulder length hair, gaunt with blood red skin and its eyes had this weird like lumenous look to them like a light as its slowly going out. I could tell it was female by the build of its body, but I could be wrong, but this thing was angry, it started walking towards me shaking its head while doing so rapidly that it became impossible to tell if it still had two eyes or four, and was screaming in anger at me, it sounded like a cat being tortured. The dream ended when it reached me. The most recent time was this week I had a long busy week, a couple of days ago i crashed out, I had multiple hands reaching for my face this time and that same female voice appeared at the same time almost in a dismissive, almost mocking way " ive had many people carve my name in their chest" I have zero idea what that means, trust me Ive looked, turns out I'f this isn't my mind trying to mess with me then the red lady creature likes being cryptic about who she is, if anyone has come across that in folklore or just in general I would like to know, I'm pretty sure it's stress related but I'd be interested to know if there's any thing else to it like I've read something, somewhere and forgotten , thank you.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/uiz9fw/the_red_women/

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deltahybrid123

The Apple Eater

When I was 10 I did scouts. My 2 best friends at the time, Jasmine and Ava, were in the same group as me. These scouts activities were held every Tuesday from 6pm to 8pm. Once we went on a field trip to an apple picking farm. By the time we arrived it was slowly getting dark. Thankfully I had my flashlight, however, neither of my friends did. At one point some of the kids started complaining that there were wierd, human like bight marks on some of the apples. My friends were just talking to each other when I got the idea to go see if there are any good apples on the trees next to the woods. I went up to Ava and Jasmine and said "hey guys, I'm gonna go see if there are any good apples over there, I'll be back in a bit." I thought they heard me but later on turns out that they didn't. I went up to the trees next to the woods but all I saw were old, rotten apples. That's when I heard foot steps behind me. I turned around but no one was there, so I turned back around and that's when I noticed a fresh bight mark in the apple that wasn't there before. That's when I heard Jasmine and Ava calling my name. I ran up to them and told them what happened, I even showed them the apple. We heard the motor of the tractor being turned on and looked back to see the other scouts getting on the hay ride. We ran as fast as we could and while running we heard the sound of foot steps behind us but didn't look back. Once on the hay ride we all kinda looked back at the tree at the same time and noticed a tall dark figure in the spot where we were standing just a minute ago. (Today I no longer have contact with Ava and me and Jasmine rarely talk) I also have many more stories and will post them soon

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/uivqpg/the_apple_eater/

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mili_cherry

who (or what) came into my house

this happened a long time ago, i was around 10 and my brother was 12. we lived with my father at the time, who was very neglectful and mentally and emotionally abusive. he would leave my brother and i in a tiny one bedroom apartment for weeks on end without visiting or leaving much for us to survive. on this one particular night my father comes to this apartment my brother and i lived in very late, around 11pm. we’d been expecting him to arrive, as he typically would come at this specific time (if at all). to avoid him we made sure to be in bed, lights off. the apartment we lived in was shaped like a letter u. first came the entryway, then the living room, dining room, and lastly a small corridor that led to the bathroom and single bedroom (the bedroom being on the other side of the wall of the entryway). when our father arrived home, i was wide awake and i listened intensely. he set a few bags down, placed his jacket on the living room couch and entered the bathroom, which was located directly next to the bedroom where my brother and i slept. i heard him shut the door, do his business, turn on the bathroom faucet and turn it off. there was an extremely long silence after that. then, something happened that i still can not explain. i heard my father enter the apartment again. he did the same sequence of events over again. now, i could see the lights of the bathroom under the bedroom door as a result of them being next to one another. my brother and i had turned all the lights of the apartment off before going to bed, and so i knew with absolute certainty my ears were not deceiving me. the bathroom light was still on from the first version of my “father” entering the apartment and doing his business. this second version of my father seemed to not take notice. eventually this second version of my father left the bathroom, turned off the lights, and left the apartment. my brother and i immediately reached for one another to confirm that the other was awake, and that this in fact was not a dream. to this day i still have no idea what this was, and we don’t talk about it.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/uhxdt3/who_or_what_came_into_my_house/

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mmmmmjjjjjjjjjjjjjjj

The Sleeping Man

I've been using stories from this subreddit for my YouTube channel, Crimicide, for a while now and I think it's time I tell one of my own stories. When I was younger, 13 or 14, I used to hang out at my local library a lot. It was the only place I could get online. I made a few friends there over the years. One day, a friend of mine and I decided to walk to GameStop and browse, maybe grab one of their $5 PS3 games. On our way, we saw a truck parked in front of a Big Lots which normally wouldn't be worth noting but Big Lots was closed that day and it was the only vehicle there. Another thing that stood out was the man sitting in it. We looked at him curiously and we were a little worried since it was a very hot day that day and the temperature was easily in the 90's. We decided it would be rude to wake someone up who probably was responsible enough to at least have the A/C on while he slept and we moved on. About an hour later, as we're walking back, we see the same truck only this time, it was surrounded by police who were taping things up. I asked one of the officers what happened and he told me this. "Someone called in about a guy that was sitting here for a couple days. Turns out he died two days ago. Heart attack." That actually shook my friend and I a little. It doesn't sound like much but it was such a weird experience to see someone who looked like they just pulled over for a nap only to find out we were looking at a man nobody knew had died

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/uhvlvv/the_sleeping_man/

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Low_Indication_4215

The Girl and The Piano

This story takes place at my neighbors house when I was a young teenager. In 2010, my family and I moved into our house that our cousin use to own, we live at the end of a dirt road, all our neighbors are family. Right up the road is my other cousin who was my age so we were good friends, so we use to hang out all the time and I have many horror stories with her and with things I've experienced on my own. The neighbors house I'll be referring too in this story is our closest neighbor and they are also our cousins. So whenever I walked to my cousins house who's name I'll refer to as L, I'd have to pass by my neighbors to go see L. One night I was walking home from L's house, and as I got to my neighbors house, I stopped dead in my tracks. They have a set of glass doors right out front of their house but they always had the blinds down, they were never raised. But this time...the blinds were raised and the lights on but this was late at night and no other lights in the house were on. The people who live there is my grandma's cousin and her youngest son who is about 15 years older than me. But what I saw scared me so intensely I couldn't move... I saw a young girl with long black hair in a white gown, her back to me as she played the piano. I had never seen her before and no new cars were in their yard. After standing there outside watching this girl play the piano, the song playing loudly enough to hear outside... my heart was racing and then I quickly ran the rest of the way home which wasn't very far. The second I got home I texted L and told her what I saw and within minutes we agreed to meet right outside my neighbors house so she could see the scary sight. It just took a few minutes for both of us to make it to my neighbors and by the time we did, there was no song, no lights and the blinds were once again pulled all the way down. My cousin and I were even more freaked out and after some talking we went home. The next day we asked our family if they seen the girl come or knew who she was and they said there was one girl who fit that description... but she was dead and she died locked up in a mental institution before we were even born. I wasn't close to my neighbors as I am now so years went by with that mystery, only recently as an adult did I ask them about that night and they never had a girl there like that ever and not only that, the piano hasn't worked in years. They felt just as freaked out as I was when I told them what I saw because they never had no girl over and to this day I have never seen her again, but the memory of that time will never go away. I have many more stories to tell because I have a gift of seeing demons and going through things most others don't. My great grandma also could see things and those stories I will tell as well. But this is the first story I wanted to introduce first. What seemed like an innocent sight of a young girl playing the piano was really something unseemly. After playing her song, she vanished and wasn't seen again... at least not by me.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/uh9bur/the_girl_and_the_piano/

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Chuan_From_Socko

Drunk Stalker 1998

This story goes way back to 1998 when I was 16 years old. I was with my 2 other friends, who I will call Ben and Jake for privacy reasons. So it was a late summer evening on a Saturday, and I was sitting in my room listening to some 80s rock as teenagers back then would do. I got bored after some time and went outside to meet Ben and Jake. We were chilling in Ben´s garage for a while and drinking beer and smoking some pot. We got bored pretty quickly and went out to do some teenage shit. I remember we were walking down this narrow path by the woods and down towards a lake. Back in the late 90s, there was a popular hangout spot for teenagers there, so we were hoping for seeing some other kids there. When we arrived there was no one there except the sound of the crickets out in the tall grass. We sat for a while on a bench and just talked for about 15 minutes when Jake wanted to go to an old fishing hut by the lake. We all agreed on going inside and exploring it. We entered the hut. While Jake and Ben were walking around and breaking shit I couldn´t shake the feeling of being watched. We went upstairs where there was an old wooden boat lying there, with a fishing net over it. We were kind of checking it out when all of a sudden we heard the wooden door to the hut creak open. We could hear heavy footsteps entering down below, followed by heavy breathing. We all stopped dead in our tracks and almost held our breaths. There was around a 5-second break that felt like an eternity when suddenly a man spoke in a drunken voice. Stranger - I know you´re heeere... Ha Ha - Come out, come out wherever you are. You little BRATS! The heavy footsteps started to walk towards the stairs as the old floor creaked underneath. Jake went inside the wooden boat, and the rest of us followed. We put the fishing net over our heads and didn´t move. The man arrived upstairs, and we could hear him stumbling around. Stranger - I can hear youuu! Ha Ha We were sitting dead still but I could feel the fear in all of us. The man was walking around and moving stuff. I was thinking of a plan to escape without being caught, but we literally were like sitting ducks. Suddenly we could feel the fishing net being ripped off. Stranger - HERE YOU ARE! Jake reacted the fastest and pushed him away so the man fell onto his back. We all ran like hell out of there and through the tall grass into the woods. We could hear the man give a chase but gave up, probably due to his drunken state. We all went back to Ben´s garage and fell onto the couch of exhaustion. Jake then told us that the man dropped a knife when he fell to the floor. We all just sat in shock for the rest of the night. To this day I can´t help myself but wonder what would happen if Jake didn´t push the man.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/ugqxxq/drunk_stalker_1998/

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Sea_Joke5886

Weird Weekend experience #2

I'm sorry for not making the part 2 of this sooner but here it is now ​ Okay i'm sure some of you at least heard of the Wendigo or even a Skinwalker which i'm not even sure what to call this experience, so basically this was a few hours after the first part of the story. ​ It was getting late out and it was now around 12:00-3:00 in the morning, me and Anonymous were still a bit freaked out about the forest experience. But we still wanted to encounter more unsettling things ​ so we did ​ Time still was going by quite fast and we decided to start heading back, well that got sidetracked once again due to all of us splitting up. Now this is where the whole Wendigo/Skinwalker takes place, Me and Anonymous go together again and ended up following one of our friends {Kyle}. We followed them up a road {which wasn't the normal way} and were brought back to the warmth of what should've been safety. Even tho we were now back to familiar surroundings it still didn't fit right with us, I could tell that even Anonymous was a bit uneasy. And it continued to get worse, as me and Anonymous walked it felt like somebody was watching us from all around. We lost track of "Kyle" and even started to feel unsafe to continue walking, we were also still missing somebody. ​ So me and Anonymous waited until we met up with person then decided together we'd all head back and hope that Kyle would be waiting at the house. Before heading there I heard a voice quietly say "Shh" it was nothing like anybodies voice I heard. once we entered the house it was clear that Kyle wasn't back yet and that he'd probably make us go find/get him, I still had a bad feeling about going outside so just before we did I grabbed a bat. ​ When I was searching for it Kyle came up behind me panting then started to pull me towards the others. ​ {Ok I honestly don't know what else to put since that is basically the end of this story.} ​ ! ! Also i'm sorry for the shit spelling and just how crappy these are I'm sick and tired at the moment so it isn't the best! !

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/uh5tmo/weird_weekend_experience_2/

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Go0ra

Followed in the woods

Hello all, hope you are doing well today. Last night was one of the scariest experiences of my life. Here's the story: i left around 8pm to go to a smoke shop. Sun set much faster then I expected. This particular shop is near a bike trail that I like to take home. So I got my stuff from the shop and began my walk home. I get onto the bike trail and it's more or less pitch black, besides the street/shop lights bleeding in from the street. About 10 mins down the trail these two men almost completely in the dark look at me. I look back at them. One man says "hey brotha" I then respond with "hey man". The same man then says "I gotta question for you" and begins to walk towards me assertively. I walk away, not running as to not raise suspicion. I hear careful footsteps behind. I continue my walking pace but pick it up a bit. Once I'm pretty sure I've made some distance, I look over my shoulder. I see two flashlights dash into the brush, seemingly trying not to be seen. I take the first path that lead into a neighborhood. I managed to get away but there's was a chemical smell in the air(on the path) that one of my discord friends suggested that it was crack, due to the rubber like odor. In closing, don't go into dimly lit areas at night. Edit: anyone who would like to narrate for a YouTube or anything else, feel free. Please DM me a link as I'd love to hear the story narrated!

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/ug84r1/followed_in_the_woods/

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WildEmployment5047

Booger hollow (true story)

When I was younger me, my mom and my little brother went to visit our grandparents in Arkansas. They lived in the Arkansas river valley. It’s really hot there in the summers. Anyway, we were driving back to our grandparents house. We went through a shortcut called booger hollow. I didn’t believe in anything like that but what I saw gave me the creeps. As we passed a house, I say a huge black figure. In had a slender man type head, long arms, and longs legs. After we got back to the house I could not sleep at all. I kept looking at the front door to make sure nothing was there. Good thing my grandparents have an alarm system.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/ufzf5s/booger_hollow_true_story/

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Rebel_592

Mr.RED EYES nightmare of my childhood

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/ugdftx/mrred_eyes_nightmare_of_my_childhood/

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Apprehensive_Ad_8563

Man who knew my info held me up

This was a few years ago, so I will post as if I was (f23) I was leaving my apartment on a Thursday night at 11 pm to pick up my boyfriend from work downtown in a large city. I left out the back exit to the alley I parked in and saw I car with its lights on up to the right of me- this was not out of the usual as security stayed in this spot on slow nights since there is a 24 hour store front on the other side and we were in the back alley. I got into my car (I had backed in) and the car I had seen blocked me in. At first, I was incredibly confused as a man came out. Then he gestured to a gun in his pocket. Here’s where people would say I could have done so many things-like a horror movie where you know better but they walk toward danger. I froze. All I could do is say NO. I locked my doors. I could have hit the panic button. I could have driven into him pinning him to his car. All I could say was NO FUCK OFF. Somehow, after what felt like an hour, he left. Mind you the complex is built in a U shape around our parking lot. If I had made a commotion, people would have come. He simply drove to the next spot over and parked. I sped off and called 911. I said “ I think I just got held up at gun point”. I was still in shock and never actually saw a gun. They took my claim with a grain of salt and said they would have extra patrol in my area. All I knew is it was a green four door car and a white man with a beard. I picked up my boyfriend and we came home. Now a week later is where it takes a turn- I usually picked up green (legal and for my anxiety) every Thursday. I hadn’t the previous week. When I called this week they informed me that I could not have friends call and order in my name (this was when a medical card was required). They let me know that a man had given my full name, date of birth, and home address to the only place I ordered from at my usual time. They explained that a middle eastern man with no beard accepted the delivery. I asked when this was, and they said around 11 pm the previous Thursday…IN FRONT OF MY APARTMENT. I first asked who the driver was (I knew them all) then explained my situation and asked for the number that had called. I was able to talk to the driver who explained to me that a different vehicle and man had picked up “my” $10 order in the front of my building. I then reverse searched the number and found the man who had held up my car. I found him on Facebook. He worked at a Walmart 30 minutes away. His Facebook was riddled with photos of automatic rifles. I called the police and explained all of this… they did nothing.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/ufw8qk/man_who_knew_my_info_held_me_up/

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kriskere

I'm looking for true scary stories for my channel

Hello, if anyone has any stories they would like to share, you can DM me here, or email me at [[email protected]](mailto:[email protected]) When you submit let me know what kind of story this is, like if its a cyber stalker, paranormal, etc. I really appreciate and look foward to your responses:) Note: Let me know if you would like to be credited or stay anonymous. Thank you for your time. \~Nightmarish Vee

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/ug3lv9/im_looking_for_true_scary_stories_for_my_channel/

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Veewastakenlmao

Weird reptile-like 'foot' encounter when I was younger

Hi, so I wanted to share this story as I've remembered it ever since it happened, there honestly is not much to the story besides the sighting. I always hung out in my parent's room while they got ready for work and dropped me off at school. While my mom was doing her hair, I was playing on the ground with a toy, the door was a sliding door and it was closed with a small gap at the bottom. I swear by this and have nothing to gain from it by lying but I saw some reptilian foot peak underneath the door, I instantly froze in shock and did not say a word. I do not remember if I ever ended up telling anyone, the foot just slipped under the crack like it took a step too close and then out, I immediately slid the door open and nothing was there. Nothing really happened after that, I am not even sure if it was a reptile but all I remember was the foot looked like a lizards foot but large, like a medium sized humans foot. We had no pets at the time, lived in the suburbs in the midwest.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/ufo1ol/weird_reptilelike_foot_encounter_when_i_was/

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Evening-Turnip587

Hello everyone! I’m an upcoming horror narrator on YouTube! If you have any (true) scary stories from the 2016 clown craze or just scary stories in general please send them my way! (All authors will be credited on screen with the name they choose) Sincerely, Jcko.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/ufbcit/hello_everyone_im_an_upcoming_horror_narrator_on/

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stange things going on..

As of a 1 year I've been living at caramut and I have heard crazy things, see i pee outside being on a farm and it not uncommon for me to be up at 3am going for a pee break from gaming ect, the first time I heard something was on 28 October 2021 it was hard to pick on on my phone camera but if you listen closely to this video you can hear growl or something here's the link (https://youtube.com/shorts/zKz16C7JXBo?feature=share) last night I was growled at not 2 metres from my house it was at the tree line, it was a Growl then stomp and the same again, now I've been told it might be koala bears but the Growl just doesn't match up, the Growl was more like a big cat, ok next thing was at 6am it was foggy I could barely see my feet and I heard a step and 2 cracks of sticks when I said something it fell silent I went back inside fast and locked the door at 9am I went to see where the sound came from it was only 20 steps in front of me when I found boot prints in the mud I'm size 10 and my mother is a 8 the prints are 12 in size, the next thing was I'm sitting in my chair playing a game at 1am I know but a lot has been there, anyway clear as anything I hear a sound of disapproval no words but the best I can put is the sound you make when your clothes get wet by accident and it might just be a person you say playing a trick but my mother and I live alone 1hour and 30 minutes from the closest neighbour, I'm not the only one to hear the growling the neighbour said he would hear it too from time to time so just weird I can't make sense of it so maybe someone else can.                 Thanks for reading.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/ufa56s/stange_things_going_on/

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AlphaTUTTER2001

The Knocks

I'm 15 years old and live with family. I'm usually home alone due to the fact that my family is always working. When this first started I was home alone like normal and showering while playing music. My sister was supposed to come home early so when I heard knocks on the bathroom door I thought it was my sister. I said, "yeah? What happened" no reply I was a bit confused but thought she just knocked and simply walked away. Until the second knock. I put my music volume down to hear it she had anything to say. I didn't hear anything and I started to get irritated. A few minutes later it wasn't even a knock anymore just pure slamming at my door. I put my volume all the way down cause I thought my sister didn't like my music but I was pissed. I finished my shower quickly and stormed out to ask her why the hell she was banging on my door. I walked around the house and I was home alone. She got home 2 hours later. I asked her if she got home 2 hours ago and she said no and asked me why I was asking. I never told her why cause I didn't want to scare her. Also, I told my friends about it and they said that in total there was 3 knocks so it must have been a ghost. I'm not too sure, what do you guys think?

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/ueu1c0/the_knocks/

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jaysjays1

Remember the 2016 Killer Clowns??

The killer clowns of 2016 was probably one of the more batshit crazy things we’ve all witnessed. wether or not you had an encounter you were always scared of running into one. Well I was in middle school at the time of the killer clowns. I was definitely aware of them but I didn’t really have social media so I guess I didn’t know how bad it was, I thought people were exaggerating. One night, it was around 9 but it was spring so it wasn’t pitch black but it was quite dark. My twin sister and I were walking home from a middle school dance. We live about a 5-6 minute walk from the school but if you cut through this creek it was only about 3 mins, so we always did that. We didn’t ever get nervous or anything because not much ever happens in my area. As we were walking we were talking quite loud, my sister had just had her first kiss and we had some very important gossiping to do paired with no volume control being excited 12 year olds. We turned the path to the creek to see, just within the light pool from the street light. A clown, just sitting on a bench looking at the floor, sulking and making a weird laugh cry sound. I didn’t know it then but his attire resembled Gacy’s. He was facing our direction, but never did he look up, he had to have known we were there because we were being so loud leading up to this moment. We froze for a second then started running, after so much as 3 steps I looked back and he was still just sulking. We ran the whole way home and i never thought I heard footsteps and when I looked back he hadn’t moved meaning, he didn’t chase us. We had decided not to tell our parents because there were tons of high school boys in our neighborhood and after the fear in our minds had settled down we just figured it was most likely one of them just playing a prank and we thought it was funny then that we had gotten so scared. Looking back now, I probably should’ve told an adult as there are so many things that don’t make sense. Like, if they were playing a prank, why choose a spot you have no idea if anyone will go to, it couldn’t have been a prank on me and my sister specifically because how would they know we’d be there, if it was a prank wouldn't they have chased us? And not to mention his outfit. It very well could’ve been one of my neighbor boys of course who just happened to find that more funny and just accidentally copied that look or added it as a scare factor, but it also could’ve been a crazy person so close to a middle school. I still do believe it was one of the boys though because nothing ever happened, if the clown was a true threat something would’ve happened. The boy probably had a bad taste in pranks. My story was luckily anti-climatic but I’ve heard some crazy ones and I think it’s interesting so if you have a good one, comment it!

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/uewlga/remember_the_2016_killer_clowns/

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Old_Presentation2341

Unnatural "love"

Had to write this post using text to speech in a hurry so I actually can get it out into the world before I have to go to work and forget about this idea at all. When I was 14 or 15 I lived on the second floor of my mom's house one night I woke up with scratches all over my body and I went to go look if like I got nailed by a cat or something and I left the room went to the bathroom came back from the bathroom and next to my bed at my window I saw a girl around my age in the window getting out of it she had reddish hair and one emerald green eye and one sky blue eye I tried to catch her and she jumped out of the window and disappeared and I mean like the moment she left my sight she evaporated. I found a earring on my pillow and I kept it in my hand when I went back to sleep I woke up in the morning and I still had it it did not belong to anybody I knew that wore earrings. When I was 17 or 18 I woke up and felt horrible I went to the bathroom to look at what had happened in the mirror and I was covered in scratches bruises and bite marks in places I can't bite. When I went back to my room the girl was in my window she had grown up she was about the same age as me still she seemed surprised. I immediately went for her and I nearly snagged her but she disappeared from my sight and then poof gone again. I found a necklace on my bed. A few months later I wasn't quite asleep and I heard my window opening I waited and then I shot up covered the few feet to my window was able to grab her hand. She bared fangs at me and forced me to let go leaving scratches in the wood frame of the window. The worst part about all this she still shows up sometimes. I'm nearly 30. TLDR: crazy spooky girl won't leave me alone.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/ueze8g/unnatural_love/

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Apprehensive-Wolf280

The motorcycle

One hot summer day near Northern California, a friend and I were driving to a party that was happening about two and a half hours away from where we lived. We knew the party hosts, so we were heading there early afternoon to hang out and help set up. We were just cruising down the highway with the AC pumping, as it was over 100 degrees that day. As I leaned forward and broke my highway induced trance to turn on the radio, I happened to look up and noticed that we had caught up to a couple of motorcycles. A guy was riding his own bike with a woman on her own as well, cruising a little ways behind him. My friend was from New York and super used to bumper-to-bumper traffic, so when I noticed that he was driving a little too close to the bikes, I spoke up and warned him to give motorcycles extra space because you just never know what could happen. Rolling his eyes, he did back off. As I continued to absentmindedly watch the two motorcyclists, I suddenly took notice of the woman's bike directly in front of us. I had started to see what looked like the faintest hint of smoke coming from her rear wheel. As I leaned forward and looked closer, the smoke began to get thicker and more obvious. Then all of a sudden, her back tire began to wobble! A little at first, then the wheel really started to wobble bad! The events that were to follow took a few seconds, but that few seconds seemed to just stretch on and on. I watched helplessly as her rear wheel began to wobble out of control! The smoking and wobbling rear wheel caused her to start losing control of the heavy bike. Then, the rear wheel just locked up. That caused the front of the bike to swerve out of control. Her front wheel then jerked to the left causing her to completely lose her balance on the bike. Because she was riding at about 60 miles per hour, that loss of control completely threw her off her bike! I watched in horror as her bike went sideways in the lane and tipped over, going right out from underneath her legs. As the powerful, still speeding motorcycle turned and fell out from beneath her legs, she clung to the handlebars until she was almost doing a handstand on the bike. Her stick straight arms started to twist, opposite of her lower body. That twisting motion finally forced her to release the handlebars. I remember watching the giant bike fall and glint off the sun on the bikes chrome, blinding me for a Split Second. As my vision faded back in though, I watched the woman do a back flip and twist midair. Then she hit the hot blacktop head first and did another final spin before her limp and unconscious body toppled over onto the blacktop. Thankfully, she had a full face helmet on, but no leathers. The woman was only wearing a tank top and jeans, probably due to the heat that day. I knew that when she woke up, she was going to be in serious pain from the road burn alone. We stopped immediately to help. It was then that I remembered there'd been a man riding in front of her, but slightly ahead of her, so he must not have realized right away when it happened over his loud bike. Of course, we and some other people who had stopped, called 911 right away. A few seconds later, her riding buddy came back for her. He hastily parked his bike, then ran over to her in a panic. A couple bystanders shouted for him to not touch or move her. I spoke up right then and agreed, telling him that she could very well have a severe head or spinal injury. She came to, just before emergency Personnel arrived. She started to scream in pure agony and pain, while I tried to gently and matter-of-factly tell her not to move at all. I told her she had been in an accident and was unconscious for over 2 minutes and that help would be there any second. Help arrived less than three minutes after the woman regained consciousness. My friend and I left after that. We didn't speak of it to anyone at the party and I haven't really talked about it until now. But the moral of the story, for me at least, was that you should always trust your gut instincts. If I hadn't mentioned to my friend to back off not even 2 minutes before that happened... Let's just say who knows how bad that situation could have turned out.

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So-nora

The Bell Witch from American urban legends.

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BeliCro101

the story of my mother’s stalker

im 16 years old, 17 in a week, and haven’t had many interesting things happen to me that are worth talking about, but i wanted to share this experience of my mother’s that she had while in college. it’s something my family and i joke about with her now, but at the time it greatly affected her life and was definitely a situation in which she feared for the worst. during the end of my mom’s senior year of high school, she began dating a guy named jeff. he was the type of person that everyone wanted to be around - funny, entertaining, just an all-around nice guy; however, they had been dating for almost a year when my mom realized that jeff didn’t necessarily believe in a monogamous relationship. he thought that it was perfectly okay that he be with other women while with my mother as much as he wanted, but my mom couldn’t be with anyone else but him. it was all very contradicting, as he would fool around with other women, but was really possessive over my mother and overall super controlling. now, full disclosure, jeff never laid a finger on my mom, but he was incredibly emotionally and verbally abusive. they dated on and off for a while, but once summer was coming to an end and my mom’s freshmen year of college was inching closer, she knew that jeff wasn’t good for her and ended the relationship. now this is where everything started to go downhill. my mom says that by this time, jeff started to do drugs - which ones she didn’t know, but they were enough to push him over the edge. they ended up both going to the university of alabama, and it was then that the stalking started. my mom began to see jeff everywhere. it was always when she was off campus, figuring that he wanted to ensure that she wasn’t hanging around any other guys. they attended classes on opposite sides of the university, so she never saw him during school hours. but jeff was still possessive and abnormally clingy even after they had broken up. at this point in the story, my mom was dating a boy named chris. he was the typical good-looking rich guy that almost every girl had a crush on. they had gone out to dinner one night and headed back to his place for a movie. it should be mentioned that in chris’ living room, there was a large window in which you could see out into the street from where you sat. chris and my mom were on the couch watching their movie, when the environment shifted. my mom’s eyes flickered over to look outside, and standing under the dim, yellow light of the street lamp at the corner of the sidewalk, was jeff, staring at my mom and chris from a fair distance. this was not the first time my mother caught jeff following her, and being fed up with his bullshit, marched outside and told him to leave her and chris alone. im not sure whether he left after that or not, but it was for sure not the last time she would have to confront him. during my mom’s senior year, jeff started to do more than just follow her around on dates. my mom lived in an apartment complex off campus at this time, a nice little area with polite neighbors that she quickly made friends with. eventually, jeff found out where she lived. he started to show up out of nowhere. pretty much everyone who was close with my mom was aware of jeff. she told me that she would be chatting with her neighbors in the apartment complex’s courtyard, when they would point out jeff staring at her from outside the gate. they joked about it with her to ease the tension, but knew how serious it really was. jeff at this point started to become somewhat of a threat to my mother. on one particular night, my mom’s roommates were not in the apartment with her. she didn’t exactly know where they were, but she knew she would be the only one in the house that night. her room at the time wasn’t really dark, the curtains she had covering the windows not doing much as the light from outside would still seep through. my mom has always been a very light sleeper, usually never getting a good nights rest as the slightest movement or sound wakes her. that night, something alerted my mother enough to disturb her sleep. her eyes adjusted to the slight darkness, and almost immediately, she noticed the figure of a man standing at the foot of her bed, peering over her body as she slept. my mom knew it was jeff instantly, and screamed angrily at him to get out of her house. startled, she jumped from the bed, finding a window of opportunity to escape as jeff began to move to the other side of the bed. my mom ran out of the complex, opening her front door to find two of her neighbors already there. the walls of the complex weren’t thick at all, and so the screaming was able to get their attention. that was the night she finally called security on him. my mom told me that she lived on the first floor, but still has no idea how jeff broke in, nor how long he was standing there or what his intentions were; however, that wasn’t the only time he broke into her apartment. some time later, my mom came home with her roommates after a night out. she was pretty drunk, and so she didn’t even make it to her room, passing out on the living room couch. she stirred awake after a few hours of sleep, and feeling dazed, she noticed the silhouette of a person once again, standing still in the kitchen. in her drunken state, my mom figured it was one of her roommates, quickly shrugging it off and falling back asleep. it hit her later on that the figure was indeed jeff, and he had broken in just to make sure that she was at home and not out with another guy. jeff had broken into her house more than just those two times, though. mainly when she wasn’t home, and it angered him when he realized she could’ve been out with a boy that wasn’t him. my mom finally drew the line when jeff slashed all four of her car tires, thinking it would prevent her from going anywhere. she filed for a restraining order immediately after that. she never knew what happened to jeff after that. turns out, he was too busy following her around that he let all of his grades slip, and he wasn’t able to graduate that year. some time passed and she married my dad, who was also attending alabama. i always wondered what it was that drove jeff from a basic douchebag boyfriend that cheated, to a whole drugged-out psycho that invaded the life of my mother for years..

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annuskyo

La, la,la,laalalala bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies bunnies

(note to reader: I have been writing scary stories for a while but keep them pretty personal but I think it's time to share them to all you lovely people. If you enjoy them I will unleash more to your morbib minds) In a land, land, land of sugar-spun dreams and cotton-candy screams, young Timmy Tim wandered, wandered, wandered through the syrupy corridors of his own, own, own mind. Laughter, laughter, laughter echoed through the chamber of giggles as carousel horses twisted, twisted, twisted their necks in unsettling contortions. Fluffy bunnies hopped, hopped, hopped with twitching ears, their eyes, eyes, eyes gleaming with malevolent glee. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock went the clock, a metronome of madness, madness, madness, echoing the beats of Timmy's pulse as he ventured, ventured, ventured deeper into the kaleidoscope of his thoughts. Teddy bears grinned, grinned, grinned with serrated teeth, and candy, candy, candy wrappers rustled like whispers of secrets that only the shadows, shadows, shadows understood. Innocence unraveled, unraveled, unraveled, like frayed threads of reality, and the swings, swings, swings in the playground swayed in eerie syncopation. The sun, sun, sun above morphed into a spectral eye, its rays, rays, rays piercing through Timmy's fragile sanity. The ice cream truck's jingle, jingle, jingle became a dissonant melody, a symphony of disarray that resonated with the cacophony of his disintegrating thoughts. Giggles twisted, twisted, twisted into maniacal cackles, and the carousel spun, spun, spun with grotesque laughter, its horses galloping in an uncanny rhythm. Words, words, words jumbled and tumbled, forming nonsensical sentences that danced, danced, danced on the fringes of his consciousness. Colors, colors, colors melted into grotesque swirls, and the merry-go-round, round, round sped faster, faster, faster, flinging Timmy into a whirlwind of fragmented visions. A lollipop, lollipop, lollipop transformed into a dagger, its sugary sweetness now a siren's call to doom. The swing's chains rattled, rattled, rattled like shackles, and the world, world, world around him fractured into a fragmented mosaic of terror. Timmy's laughter turned hollow, hollow, hollow, as the mirthless carnival of his psyche spun him further into the abyss of his own, own, own unraveling mind. And as the echoes, echoes, echoes of his own laughter faded, faded, faded, Timmy Tim found himself lost, lost, lost within the vertigo of his own, own, own spiraling insanity, where innocence and malevolence danced, danced, danced in a grotesque waltz of eternal nightmarish dreams.

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diggitybreadd

Ghost at my school

Okay, I’ve told this on our podcast, so in the off chance you listen, this is a repeat. I’m an art teacher at a school building built in the 1800’s. My oldest goes to school with me. One day, before the start of school, she was putting chairs down off the table while I was clearing my drying rack from yesterdays work in my large storage closet. All of a sudden, I heard a loud whisper that sounded like it was right in my ear say “MOMMY!” It sounded scared and urgent. I immediately stood up from being hunched over. I was so confused because there was no way my daughter could have sounded that loud and that close from the main room. Still, I knew that was the only logical explanation so I backed out of the closet and looked at my daughter (9 at the time of this story). I said, ”what?” Her eyes were as big as saucers when she answered, “that wasn’t me!” It was very spooky!! This is a bit of bribe. I won’t name the podcast cause I don’t want to violate any guidelines, but if you have a scary first hand story you want to hear read on the podcast, please DM me and I can tell you about it!! Hope this is allowed! Thanks!!

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Possible-Serve9865

Four walls

In the dimly lit apartment, a shadowy figure paced restlessly. Mark's once promising life had spiraled into an abyss of addiction and despair. His days were consumed by the relentless grip of his own mind, as he battled demons that only he could see. The city's harsh whispers echoed through his window, a haunting reminder of the world he had once been a part of. But now, his world had narrowed to the four walls that held his suffering. The walls seemed to close in as Mark's thoughts grew darker each passing day. The phone rang, jolting him from his tormented thoughts. His heart raced as he answered, his voice strained. It was his sister, Emily, her voice a mixture of concern and frustration. She begged him to seek help, to reach out to those who cared. But Mark's mind was a labyrinth of doubt and fear, a place where hope had lost its way. As the nights grew longer, Mark's insomnia deepened, and twisted visions played before his eyes. He was haunted by hallucinations of his past, reliving moments of joy that now felt like distant echoes. He started seeing his own reflection distort, the face in the mirror contorting into grotesque shapes that sneered at him. One fateful night, Mark's torment reached a fever pitch. The walls seemed to pulsate with malevolence, whispering taunts that pierced his fragile psyche. Desperation led him to a makeshift altar of pills and alcohol, a chilling embrace to numb the agony within. As the chemicals coursed through his veins, reality blurred, and he fell into a fitful sleep. In the cold morning light, Emily found her brother lifeless, a stillness that painted the room with the finality of his suffering. The weight of her grief was immeasurable, a heavy shroud that draped over her shoulders. In the aftermath, she grappled with the questions that had no answers, haunted by the knowledge that the darkness had claimed someone she loved. The apartment remained untouched, a chilling reminder of the battle that had been fought within its walls. Mark's story was a chilling cautionary tale of how addiction and mental illness could intertwine, a haunting melody that played on long after the final note had sounded. And as Emily grieved, the city's whispers seemed to grow louder, a somber reminder of the fragile threads that held the human mind together.

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diggitybreadd

In The Skin

Dr. Milanesi had been the Bakers' pediatrician for fourteen years and guided both their older girls healthily into teenagehood, so it was with the utmost trust they left him alone with their youngest, three-month old Clara, who had come down with an unusual rash. As he examined the girl, Dr. Milanesi could barely contain his glee, for as he scraped across her reddened skin with his instrument, it made the most wonderful sound, *like a dying man's fingernails scratching hopelessly against the asphalt of a dark alley…* Later, after arranging the pentagram and other occult necessities, and fortifying himself with several glasses of Cognac, Dr. Milanesi made the call. "She is found," he told the Grey Man. The assault occurred behind the downtown building in which Mr. Baker worked. He had exited, Clara cradled in his arms, when they appeared. The killing was quick. He had not even time to scream before he was stabbed, Clara taken and his throat slashed—cascading blood while his fingers scratched in terror at the alley floor. They brought Clara sedated to the Grey Man. He needed a cocoon. For this, the Grey Man hunted alone. He had his selection, for the city was laden with homeless, junkies and other undesirables, many of whom were already but walking dead. He chose finally for youth and innate vitality. The process would be arduous and survival the prime consideration. The Grey Man acted— The victim awoke to immobility. His eyes bugged, rolling madly in their sockets, before coming to a half-closed rest. His limbs were secured to the granite slab on which he lay. After his initial burst of fear, he babbled incessantly, but the syllables meant nothing. His tongue had been removed, tied into a gag, and stuffed back into his mouth. Dr. Milanesi watched him impatiently from above. Myriad surgical instruments glistened on a cart opposite the granite slab. "Let him bleed his demons," the Grey Man said, rocking the slumbering Clara, now raw and scabby, in his arms. Finally the victim fell silent. Dr. Milanesi applied the anesthetic, and began the procedure. He inserted a scalpel below the victim's neck and sliced downward, before unfolding the body like an organic briefcase and removing the organs until the victim was muscle, bone and emptiness. He then placed the extracted organs into several glass containers set beside the victim on the slab. The organs squirmed; the jars steamed. Next, he reconnected the external organs to the body, taking especial care with the pumping lungs and beating heart, so that the victim remained alive. At last, the Grey Man lowered Clara gently into the fleshy cavity, and Dr. Milanesi sutured the enveloping skin. For sixty-six days, Clara remained within the victim, whose externalized viscera worked rhythmically for benefit of host and parasite alike. On the eve of the sixty-seventh, she emerged— Penetrating claws— Ripping apart the victim's chest until standing bloody and revealed before them: glorious gargoyle-child with skin of impenetrable stone! "Beautiful evil."

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normancrane

Among the flowers and death in the rain

trigger: lots of death Week 1: We are a research team on a mission to search out different medical plants in a previously undiscovered part of a jungle and vast rainforest. We have been out here a week without incident. We are highly prepared against all the hazards of this ecosystem. With everything ranging from poisonous to life ending you have to be careful. Spiders, snakes, jaguars just to name a few. The plants can be just as lethal with the castor bean, oleander, rosary pea, wolf’s bane and more. Underneath is a beauty that invokes such awe in a lush, green cathedral. The rivers are clean and pristine, the rain fall leaves behind such a fragrant smell. This is why I choose to be a scientist to learn about mother earth in all her glory. Still for all the allure of this place I can’t help but feel stalked as if something or someone watches our presence here. We are far from everything and everyone we know it's what we do. Yet, in my tent at night I feel another’s eyes on me. I can't sense intent. So, I'm not sure if this is good or bad. I sleep light and take all precautions in case I have told no one. I have to keep this to myself and not alert the squad. There seemed little point with just suspension and no proof. Just a hunch really. That's at least a comfort. Week two: Team mate Jefferson has gone missing. They must have left their tent during the night. I should have said something! A costly lesson of my team mate. Disappeared leaving behind little clues. Just their gear at the foot of some bizarre tree. It’s haunting how it looks so much like them. The limbs forming human-like features including a heart beat. The sap is crimson like blood, and it seems as if the plant does cry. The tree is always warm. It’s absolutely impossible, but yet clear proof remains. No Jefferson, but this plant. It sprung up the same night they vanished. It had never been there before. When we surveyed a place to camp, it wasn't there That eerie coincidence could not be forgotten. This happened a night before Preston spotted an old sign made of stone. The texts were completely indecipherable, no one could read a thing. Did it foreshadow what's about to happen? My feeling of unease growing and fear of losing more of the group. I explained our situation and decided to put it to a vote. It was almost a tie but one vote for Preston sealed our fate to stay, and I would stay with my squad. I can’t help but think, is the money and science worth it? I really don't want to regret this choice. However my call to adventure will ultimately lead me on. I would rather know the answer to these questions myself. After a couple of days we will move on for now we give Jefferson more time. Maybe they will come back, I don't know if I truly believe that. We all feel that presence watching us from the shadows, but still no sign of it anywhere. We will keep up our vigil, at this point safety was a carefully crafted illusion by our minds. It has never been safe. Week 3 The rains of death came so swiftly we had little time to react. Some of us found shelter under plants, it didn't erode them. The remaining members screamed as they melted. Acid drops fell from the skies without mercy. I could only watch the most painful death I couldn’t have imagined. I couldn’t save the squad as they begged for help. You could smell flesh burn. The real water soon neutralised the acid leaving behind my dead squad in its wake. Only three of us survived. Three. I want to sink into self blame but who could have foreseen this horror? We were briefed on everything. They didn't tell us or didn't know my hatred of the company swelled but the only thing that matters is to get home. We dug their graves sobbing as we went. We buried their dreams, everything with them. They were so brave. Witnessing this my resolve grows. I will go home to my wife, I will not die here. I apologized to the dead after we packed up camp. It won’t bring them back, but I never would have agreed to this mission if I had known. The cost of knowledge was just too high. We left behind our friends. We had no choice but to press forward. If we fail my name is Cassandra and this mission angel. We lived for science but I refuse to die by it. Our friends are in the valley of the rains. If you can bring them home. I sleep with a river of tears tonight broken into pieces. I only hope I wake up tomorrow. Week 4: I dreamed of the rain and my friend's final cries. I woke up screaming and that echoed loudly. It was too quiet. Instinctually I ran from my tent in wild fervour to see if Jenny and Lloyd were okay. My body full of adrenaline I pulled down the tent door. Jesus christ. I broke down, losing my absolute mind seeing them with flowers growing from their eyes, throat, chest. The flowers were red and pulsing. I failed. They were dead from a vampiric plant, and once again I couldn't save anyone. The absolute bitter futility in front of my eyes. These were the flowers they sent us to find. A leech that murdered my team. I’ll not bring it back. Fuck them all for this. No one should have come here but they sent us. Of course they knew. Their exaction team would be soon. They knew the exact spot. I couldn't stop crying, this broke me. I can't do this anymore. I want nothing but to go home. I moved away from the plants and waited for the squad. I’m going home. I’m finally going home.

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Quotetheraven67

The Dark Archives Anthology: My cat came back after disappearing for 2 years but something about him feels... off

When I was 13 I woke up one morning and I saw that the door to my house was open, I immediately thought of my cat walking out and getting lost, I flipped the house upside down looking for him but much to my dismay he was nowhere to be found. I was devastated, I had that cat since I was 8. My parents bought me a new cat but I still missed Tom. 2 years later I was playing videogames at 12AM in the morning when I heard a knock on my door, I opened it and there was Tom lying in a box. I was overjoyed! I woke up my parents and told him that Tom came back, we were all happy and celebrated his returnal the next night. I was so happy that I overlooked the fact that someone put him in a box and knocked on our door, Tom never wore any necklace or anything that had our address nor our house phone number on it. Our neighbors who saw him moved away and my friends at school never saw Tom as they all lived in another neighborhood, that leaves family members and relatives and if they found him they would've called us. So who mysteriously dropped him off at our front porch? I couldn't figure it out and I eventually stopped thinking about it. 3 days after all that happened I was sitting on my couch and playing videogames on my nintendo when Tom came running and jumped on my lap, I felt like someone dropped a feather on my lap it felt like he didn't weigh anything, maybe it was just my imagination? Maybe I didn't get enough sleep? I was feeling uncomfortable so I took Tom off my lap and put him next to me on the couch, I continued playing on the nintendo when bit me, he bit me so hard that a small chunk of flesh came off. He ate it, that moment I knew there was no way in hell that was the same cat that disappeared 2 years ago, I locked Tom in my room and ran to my parents and told them what happened, we went to the hospital, I got treated and the wound took a while to heal, I stil have a scar in that spot to this very day. My parents realized that what we thought was Tom is a skin stealer, this made sense as since Tom came back he only made one singular distressed meow sound, we went back home and my dad got his gun, he kicked in the door to my room, aimed his pistol and shot it 3 times. I felt devastated, what I thought was my cat finally coming back turned out to be a demon. Later that day we heard the phone ring, my mom picked it up. It was my aunt Hey Sarah, did yall take Tom? W- What? My mom replied I found Tom! I dropped him off at your front porch yesterday, he was in a box. Did yall feed him? He was real hungry! I didn't have anything to give to him. I heard the sound of the phone dropping on the floor as we all burst into tears

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iloveeeeemycat

My Webcam Keeps Turning On For No Reason.

I was sitting in my room on my bed watching youtube videos when suddenly my webcam flashed a green light. I thought nothing of it since it happens to my friends a lot and they dont really care so i went in to settings to see what creepy app was looking at my webcam. When i checked the settings a file appeared with the name of "WE WILL FIND YOU!" i got a bit creeped out at first because i didnt remember downloading this file, but then i deleted the file and then my webcam turned off. A few days later, I was lying down in my room playing Temple Run on my phone when abrubtly a green light showed up in the top right corner of the screen i didnt know what that meant at first, but then i scrolled down and saw Camera which meant that my camera on my phone was on, i clicked to check the app that it was coming from and it showed the app called "WWFY" i was confused at first but then i realized that it was the initials for "WE WILL FIND YOU" I threw my phone across the room and went to sleep. When i woke up, i saw my phone across the room and realized that i never uninstalled the app. I rushed towards my phone in a panic and suddenly realized that the app never existed. It was like it disappeared from my library. I pondered for a moment and decided to cover up my phone and laptop with tape. A few weeks later, i woke up to a voice repeatedly saying "I FOUND YOU." over and over again I freaked out and smashed my phone by accident. A few minutes later i heard a knock on my door, i opened it to see pictures of me sleeping and pictures outside my window all titled with "I FOUND YOU" the last photo was me smashing my phone from earlier coming from inside my closet... ​ ​ ​ ​ (P.S- it was like 3am for me when i wrote this so if it seems rushed or its missing alot of grammar blame that on my tiredness, also this is my first time writing a scary story on Reddit.)

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PharamoWasNotAOption

My wife of 7 years wore a red ribbon on her wrist, when I found out why it shocked me to my core.

I am 35 M and have a wonderful wife who is 32 F. We have been married for 7 years and have 3 beautiful children that gave me shivers of excitement down my spine when they were born. My wife (Marianne) has suddenly been starting to wear a red ribbon around her wrist ever since our last date night (July 18 2023), I wonder sometimes why she wore it. The day I found out why she did was the day I almost hung myself out of confusion. “Honey your back from work!” She said with a slight grin on her face whilst tightening the ribbon around her wrist. “Hi babe, the office was a bit crowded today so my boss let me come home early”, as I replied a disgusting stench drafted into my nostrils. I immediately gagged wonder what the hell the smell was and noticed it came from the direction in which my wife sat. “Babe what is that smell?” I say pinching my nose in disgust, “Oh nothing!” she said a few moments later. I looked at the red ribbon and noticed it was a bit stained. So without warning I just pulled it off, beneath the ribbon was the most vile thing I have ever witnessed in my entire life. There underneath the ribbon was bits of torn flesh, rotting as maggots swarmed her hand, I instantly shrieked and ran out of the room barfing in the bathroom. I am currently writing this post as she is banging on the bathroom door begging me to open it up. What should I do?

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SoulessStoryTeller

I think it followed me?

Every since I was a child weird, unexplainable things have always happened around any house we lived in. My mom being the extremely spiritual person she was, swore up and down it was ghosts. I never really believed in ghosts and laughed at her outrageous conclusions to things that happened. My dad was also a non believer and so were my siblings. It wasn't until I was 12 when things shook me and my beliefs changed. We moved into a beautiful brick house that was built in the late 1800s. It was a small town, when I say small I mean one gas station and not many houses around. I loved the house, it had its original wood flooring, the walls told stories and it was just gorgeous. The basement did give me very weird feelings tho, like an uneasy feeling settled in my stomach anytime I walked past the doors. I hated going down there for anything. It's where the washer and dryer were tho so I had to frequent it often. I chose the middle room on the second story with my sisters. I was 12 at the time my sister 9 and my youngest sister was only 3. Our room was also very eerie, but i put it down to new surroundings and it being old. The first night is when things started happening. My sister's and I were in the room all giddy and laughing from the excitement when the closet door just popped open. We all fell silent and stared at each other. I got up and closed it and said it was probably already cracked and a draft opened it more. They agreed and we went back to talking. As we got settled for bed and I had just started dozing off when the closet door had popped open again. This time I didn't want to get up and shut it, not only was I too exhausted after a 5 hour move but i just didn't feel good about what was on the other side of that door. I ignored it and went to bed. The following months it kept happening along with other scary things. For starters I got my first bout of sleep paralysis. That was the worst thing I've ever experienced in my whole life. I woke up but couldn't move, scream or cry. Just forced to stare at that closet door. The whole time all I could hear was what sounded like too me someone stomping up and down the hallway. From my parents room to my brothers stopping Infront of our door for a few seconds then continuing on. After what felt like forever I finally snapped out of and screamed my sister's name. She woke up angered and told me it was a nightmare and to go back to bed. I also began seeing things, my brother saw them too. He was 12 and I was 14 the first time we saw it. We called him the tall shadow man. The figure was tall and just a pitch black shadow who stayed in corners. Our first sighting was in the living room. We both couldn't move, frozen from fear. He stood at least 6'8 and just was glued to the corner of the wall. We saw him many times after it but never spoke on it. My mom told us the house was haunted after we came to her. She said she didn't want to say anything because no one believes her ever, but she has witnessed so many things and has tried everything to rid the house. All failed obviously. An another honorable mention was when my brother came looking for me to play kickball but I had left for the day with my friends, he didn't know that because he had just woken up three hours after I had left. He said he went in the kitchen didn't see me so he went to my room and then my parents to ask where I had went. They told him I was at a friend's and he went to go back to his room to just play the 64. As he passed my room he thought he saw me standing my the mirror so he circled back thinking I was home. When he went in my room no one was in there. He yelled my name and when I didn't answer he went outside. He later told me it looked me except the hair was a light brown, I had black and red hair at the time because I dyed it. The last thing scary that happened before we moved due to my dad's death was what happened in the basement. I hated that basement. My youngest sister who was now 5 at the time, my mom and I were doing laundry. My mom wanted me to get the clothes from the dryer while she put the clothes from the washer in the dryer. My sister sat on the bottom step. There were two sides to the basement, the right side is where the washer and dryer were. It wasn't very scary there. The left side was different it stretched out about 30 feet and had the heater in the middle, it was the heater for the radiators in the house. About 8 feet past that were these two large red doors. No one ever went in them, but they just emitted this horrible feeling. As we're doing laundry my sister stands and points towards the doors and asked "who is that?" My mother asked who and she replied "the girl, she looks sad." My mom immediately dropped the clothes and asked what do you mean? What does she look like. This part still gives me chills to this day, I will never wash these words from my brain. She said "she's got long brown hair it's got red in it too and she's holding a jar, she looks said, she's telling me to come here baby come here" immediately after she said that I ran for the stairs, my mom grabbed my sister and it was like we were playing leap frog to the top. My mom screaming "in Jesus' name be gone, I do not welcome you in my home" while my sister screamed she was coming and I am desperately trying to get to the top. After that day I always had this weird feeling of someone watching me. I'm 24 now and have moved states since then. I have a family, am married and live in a new nice home far far away. The part that scares me the most is I think it followed me. What exactly? I don't know. The shadow man? The girl? The thing in my closet? It likes to hang in the room we don't use. I can feel it's presence and every once in a while something happens. I get sleep paralysis on the worst days. I don't know what to do, or what it wants. All I can do is pray and sage my house. I let it know it's not welcomed and I can help it find its way home if it needs but it is not allowed here anymore. It doesn't care. What should I do?

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EggplantReasonable

The Nine Principles of Existence

Nick ran his fingers through his blond hair and glanced at the time on his laptop screen. Almost three AM. He had searched the web for hours for ideas, but his notepad was still blank. He was tired of shuffling insurance claims, but his plan to become a professional life coach before he turned thirty seemed further away than ever. Over the past few months, Nick had built a modest following with his Five Steps To A Better You program. His videos had thousands of views and a few dozen people had attended his first seminar. Nick had looked perfect with a new suit and dazzling smile. Too bad he had held the seminar in the church basement; the space was affordable, but it gave the whole event the dim-fluorescent, low-ceiling feel of an AA meeting. Not exactly the vibe he was going for. If he could make some real money, he could get out of this dump of an apartment for starters. A giant house centipede skittered across his desk. “Ugh!” He grabbed a notepad and smashed the bug. It got up and kept running. Two more hits finally killed it. His roommate responded with a thump on the wall. “Stop it, asshole!” “Make me,” Nick muttered while he scrolled absently down the search page. This new program had to be even better. He liked the feel of an odd number of steps. Maybe seven or nine this time. More steps meant some clients would drop off early, but others would try to stick with it to the end, even if it meant buying expensive extra coaching and problem-solving sessions. Nick smirked. With his good looks, his one-on-one sessions always went well, especially with older women. “Back down the rabbit hole,” he said with a sigh. He typed nine steps to success in the search bar. Most hits that popped up were the same ones from his last dozen searches. A new link caught his eye. “How to Survive This Life: Nine Principles. That could be perfect.” If the list was good enough, he could save time by rewording it a bit and then claiming it as his own. There were only so many ways to tell people their shitty lives could be fixed if they tried harder. He clicked the link. The webpage had pixelated animated clipart of a doorway with a black rabbit appearing and disappearing inside it. “Wow, this is old school.” Nick scrolled through the blinking starry background until he found words typed in a thin, cursive font. *Existence is the fact or state of being real. So how do you know if you exist? Well, there is the whole I-think-therefore-I-am business. But what if we are all in a simulation? Yes, you think, but what if those thoughts are programmed to be there? What if you have no free will? Then do you really exist? This idea is not new. From Plato to Descartes to the many movies and books written in this century, this territory has been well-covered.* *The simulation idea has kept me awake many a night. Over time, I’ve come to the conclusion that we are indeed living in a simulated world and that it’s best to live this life the way we were programmed to. We can't fight the Programmers. All we can do is surrender all control to them and let come what may.* *To this end, I have composed a list of principles to help guide us through this simulated life.* *1. Accept the life you were given. The Programmers have planned everything out for you. You have no control over anything.* *2. Accept your mistakes. You were programmed to be imperfect.* *3. Accept change. It's programmed into this world. Change prompts us to learn new things.* *4. Accept challenges. The Programmers will push us out of our comfort zones. It’s all part of their plan (see #1).* *5. Respect others. Many of them are only empty characters placed here to interact with us. We can't know who is real.* *6. Death is not the end. Your code will be reused in this simulation or another.* *7. Maintain harmony. Not everyone is aware of the simulation, nor do they need to be.* *8. Don't question reality. Disrupting the simulation (becoming a bug in the code) will get you rebooted. Repeat offenses will get you deleted.* *9.* The ninth principle was blank as if the author hadn't finished typing the list. At the bottom of the webpage was the name Alice Carpentar and a tiny photo of a sixty-ish woman with short, gray hair. Nick whistled and closed his laptop. “Whoa… this lady is a real tin-foil-hat type.” He climbed into his creaky twin bed and waited for sleep to come, but his mind swirled with questions. \*\*\* The next night, Nick had to work late. It was the third time that week. His boss apologized for the inconvenient request in a tone that said he wasn't all that sorry. It took everything Nick had not to tell the guy to shove his request up his ass. While digging the hundredth paper jam out of the ancient copier, he wondered if Alice had written the principles as a joke—a coping mechanism for dealing with a shitty job. “Don’t question the Programmers, right?” His coworkers trickled out of the office as the night dragged on until he was the only one left. He finished the last spreadsheet at one AM. Gathering his things to go home, he noticed dozens of tiny stuffed bunnies lined up across the desk in the next cubicle. “Never realized Tyler was so into rabbits.” He snickered. “Maybe he's a furry.” A porcelain figurine of a black rabbit stood next to the monitor. Nick stared at it. He turned his computer back on, printed out the Nine Principles, and slid the paper into his bag. Waiting for the last train of the night, Nick’s breath clouded in the air; the temperature had to be around freezing. The looming skyscrapers channeled a frigid wind down the empty platform. He stamped his oxfords on the wooden planks. Something ran over his shoe. Nick jumped, expecting to see a rat. Instead, there was a fluffy black rabbit with sky-blue eyes. Its nose twitched as it hopped behind a metal trash can. It didn’t look like a wild rabbit. It had to be someone's pet. Nick leaned over the trash can to look behind it. He yelped when a giant black rat scurried out. It stood on its hind legs and stared at Nick with blue eyes before jumping onto the tracks. A rumble announced the incoming train. As it pulled in, Nick headed for the nearest car. He stopped for a moment and glanced down the empty platform. “What the hell?” There were three people seated at one end of the train car. Wanting to be alone, he took the cleanest-looking seat at the other end. He pulled his notebook, pen, and the paper with the principles out of his bag. He clicked his tongue and flipped the paper over and back. It hadn't printed right. The first principle only said 'Accept'. “Fucking printer. Must be a sign. Seven steps it is.” Nick numbered his notebook page from one to seven and wrote down some ideas. He stared at the last principle and tapped his pen on the page. *Don't question reality. What the hell do I change that to?* he thought. *Don't question the program? Sounds like a cult.* He leaned against the window and unbuttoned his wool coat. The car was stuffy, but a nice change from the bitter cold. As the lights of the city flew past, he wondered why Alice was so certain she lived in a simulation. If the so-called Programmers controlled everything, how would you even know? Nick's mind picked up speed. If we lived in a simulation, then what was the point of anything? No one's thoughts were their own. No one's decisions were their own. That meant that whether he would become a life coach or be stuck at his shit job forever had already been decided for him. Maybe he was supposed to find Alice's website. Maybe it was all a setup to distract him and derail his plans. The train took a sharp turn too fast, jolting Nick out of his downward spiral. He rubbed his face. “This is crazy. I need sleep,” he whispered. The train slowed. The doors opened at the next stop, ushering in a blast of freezing air. Nick glanced up. A fluffy black rabbit hopped into the car. He looked to see if anyone else noticed the animal, but there was only one other person in the car. A woman sat with an open laptop resting on her thighs. She could have been anywhere between twenty and forty years old. Although it was nearly two AM, she looked freshly groomed and dressed; her white suit was spotless, her blood-red lipstick flawless, and her auburn hair pulled into a perfect bun. The rabbit hopped over to the woman's silver stiletto heels and lay on its stomach with its hind legs stretched out behind it. The woman kept typing as if she didn't see it. Nick approached the woman. “Excuse me. Is that your rabbit?” She raised her head and looked at him. “Oh dear, it's you again. Bugs, bugs, bugs,” she said, leaning down to scratch the rabbit's head. Its blue eyes blinked lazily. She clicked away at her keyboard again and with a flourish, smashed one button. “Accept.” Nick felt himself turn around and walk back to his seat. He tried to stop but his body ignored him. “Hey, what—” “Sir. Sir!” A security guard shook Nick's shoulder. “This is the last stop, you gotta get off.” Nick rubbed his eyes. “Sorry, must've fallen asleep,” he mumbled. He grabbed his things and stumbled onto the platform. This wasn't the first time he'd fallen asleep on the last train home. Lucky for him, he lived nearby so he never missed his stop. He passed a trash can on the sidewalk. An image of a black rabbit with blue eyes flashed through his mind. He leaned over the can and puked into it. \*\*\* Lying in bed on a Saturday afternoon, Nick groaned. The steps for his new program had sat untouched for two weeks. Every time he looked at his notebook, he thought about the woman on the train; the feeling of not being in control of his own body made him nauseous. “It was a dream. I need to finish the damned program!” When he grabbed the notebook, the list of principles fell into his lap. Part of principle one was still there but three through six were now blank. Principle seven said only 'Maintain'. Nick chewed his lip. He was pretty sure that number seven had said to keep quiet about the simulation. But if Alice really believed what she wrote, then why had she put the principles online? Didn’t that break her own rule? He opened his laptop and searched for the Nine Principles website. It wasn’t on the first page or the next several pages either. He searched for Alice Carpentar. Zero hits. “This makes no sense.” He could hear his roommate, Wallace, watching TV with someone in the living room. The other voice sounded like Wallace's friend, Dina. Nick went into the living room. “Hey, Wallace. Could you look something up for me real quick? I can't find this website I was reading the other day.” “What was it about?” “Simulations and programmers. Reality.” Wallace turned off the TV. “Reality programmers?” “No. Some crackpot writing about how we're all living in a simulation and the programmers with a capital P are gods or something. Pretty batshit crazy.” “Why do you want to read that again?” “Just help me, please.” Wallace raised an eyebrow. “Why?” Nick muttered something. “What?” Nick sighed. “There was a list of steps on the site. I thought I could rework them for a new motivational program.” “You're gonna tell people they're in a simulation to motivate them.” Wallace rolled his eyes. “I wouldn't pay for that.” “I mean, I was gonna change it some... Look, I know you guys are watching a movie. It'll only take a second.” “You guys?” “You and Dina.” Wallace frowned. “D's working today.” Nick scanned the apartment. Dina wasn't in the tiny kitchen and the bathroom was dark. The coffee table had one soda and one sandwich on it. “Can't help you.” Wallace turned back to the TV. “This will only take—” “Maybe you should forget about it. The website. The program. Everything.” Nick snapped. “Why does my existence piss you off so much?” he yelled. “Maintain harmony.” Nick took a step back. “What?” “You should forget about it,” Wallace said, staring at the black screen. He moved between Wallace and the TV. Wallace looked through Nick with his mouth slack. He waved his hand in front of Wallace's eyes. “Are you ok?” “Maintain!” Wallace yelled. Nick backed up, tripped over a pair of sneakers, and fell on his ass. “Ow!” He closed his eyes and rubbed his hip where it had bumped into the edge of the TV stand. “Hey, are you ok?” Nick's eyes snapped open. Dina sat on the loveseat next to Wallace. She leaned forward, looking concerned. “Do you need some ice or something?” “God, you're so clumsy,” Wallace said with a snort. On the coffee table were two cans of soda and two sandwiches. Nick stood and dashed back to his room, slamming the door behind him. He balled up the paper with the Nine Principles and threw it in the corner. \*\*\* The more Nick thought about it, the more he was sure Wallace and Dina had been messing with him. Maybe Wallace had seen his list. Or he'd mentioned it to him. The guy was always a dick. Nick now had six solid steps, but he was still stuck on the seventh. He couldn't decide between Setting Goals to Push Past Boundaries or Bridging the Distance Between Goals and Roadblocks. He stared through the notepad with unfocused eyes. It was so hard to think. He wasn't sleeping enough. His boss had increased his workload until Nick was staying late every night and working on weekends, too. He had to cut his sleep to two hours a night to have any time to tackle his program. It was as if his boss was trying to prevent him from finishing it. Nick shook his head. “Focus. It's a coincidence.” Opening a browser, he searched for motivational steps. The first hit was some kind of baking website. The second was an obituary for Alice Carpentar. Nick's finger trembled on the trackpad. He clicked the link. The date of death was three days ago. He scanned the obituary. *Alice Pleasance Carpentar passed away from natural causes at the age of sixty. Author of the well-known baking website...* There wasn't any mention of the Nine Principles. Nick scrolled to the end of the page. The viewing would take place tomorrow afternoon. The funeral home wasn't far from his apartment. “No, I'm not going. I have to go to work.” He closed his laptop and got into bed. “I have control over my life. There's no reason to go.” He slammed his fists onto the mattress. “This is not a simulation!” Wallace thumped on the other side of the wall. “Shut it!” Nick banged back. “I'm in control!” \*\*\* The viewing was held in a small room at the back of the funeral room. The faded green decor was probably supposed to be calming and inoffensive, but the thick carpeting and heavy drapes muffled footsteps and voices, giving Nick the feeling he was in a padded room. Several people hung around the doorway, whispering. A dozen others were spread out across the rows of folding chairs. Sweat trickled down his back. Nick had no idea what he had expected to find, but he was here, so he would quickly pay his respects and go home. Then he could use the rest of his fake sick day to catch up on sleep. Nick headed for the silver casket. People said the dead looked peaceful, but he found them creepy in an uncanny valley sort of way. The face always looked a little off. Alice Carpentar looked like a wax dummy dressed in a tacky floral print dress. The rosary wrapped around Alice's hands seemed like a joke. *Were you praying to the Programmers?* he thought. Something poking out from between her fingers caught his eye. Nick glanced around. No one paid any attention to him. He lifted the cold, heavy hand that rested on top of the other and plucked out a sheet of paper. It had been folded several times. There was no writing on the outside but the paper was rumpled like someone had balled it up and then flattened it again. The room spun. Nick grabbed the edge of the casket. “Are you ok?” A bald man put a hand on Nick’s shoulder. Nick shoved the paper into his pocket. “Yeah, I'm fine.” “Were you close to Alice?” “I... followed her website.” “Ah, Alice's Pleasant Pies. Best pie recipes in existence, but what she was really known for was the little motivational quotes at the end of each one.” “Uh, no. Her other website. The one about simulations and the Nine Principles.” The man shook his head. “That doesn’t sound like Alice. Are you sure it was hers?” “Pretty sure. Is there anyone else I could talk to about it?” “Her sister, Edith, is over there. Maybe she would know.” The man pointed to a woman seated nearby who looked similar to Alice but a few years younger. Nick stood next to Edith and spoke quickly. “Hello. Sorry to bother you. I followed Alice's website. Not about the pies, the other one.” “The other website.” Edith sighed. “The Nine Principles?” “Yes! I had some questions for Alice but... ” “Sit, please.” Edith gestured to the chair next to her. “My sister had some strange ideas at the end of her life. She thought we were all in a simulation created by other beings, or some such thing. I'm quite certain she had early-stage dementia. You really shouldn't believe any of it.” “Well, I'm doing some research. Uh, for a book.” Nick gave Edith a winning smile. “Don't worry, it's fiction. I just thought her theories were interesting. Did she have any books on the subject? Or maybe useful files on her computer? Anything would be helpful.” Edith looked at him for several moments before she said, “Young man, are you questioning reality?” Nick stared at his feet. “The truth is... yes. After reading Alice's principles, I can't stop thinking about it. What if she was right? What if we are in a simulation?” “And what if we are? What would you do?” “Try to make my life my own. Tell as many people as possible. Maybe if enough of us try to break the Programmers' control, we'll get their attention.” “Then what?” Edith asked. Nick shrugged. “I don't know yet. But I have to do something. There has to be more to my life.” Edith leaned close to Nick and whispered, “Don't be like Alice. Didn't you read her website? Questioning reality gets you rebooted. Or deleted.” She looked at the casket. “Are you saying they deleted Alice?” “Don't question, little bug.” Edith smiled. Nick jumped out of his chair. Everyone in the room turned and stared at him. As one, they yelled, “Don’t question!” Nick ran out of the building and down the street. After a few blocks, he leaned against a wall and loosened his tie. He couldn't catch his breath. He pulled the paper out of his pocket. With trembling fingers, he opened it. It was his printout of the Nine Principles. Only parts of one, seven, and eight remained. *1. Accept* *7. Maintain* *8. Don't question* The paper slipped from his fingers and fluttered to the ground. There was now a ninth principle. *9. You exist because we allow it* \*\*\* His cell phone rang again. Nick ignored it. The office was probably calling to tell him he had been fired since he hadn't shown up in over two weeks. After Alice's viewing, he had thrown himself into finishing his motivational program. Everything was ready; the steps, booklets, and presentation were all prepared, and the banquet hall at the local community center was reserved for the next three hours. No dingy basement this time. Nick was perfectly groomed and wore his best suit. He set his laptop on the podium, pulled up the slides, and took a long, slow breath in and out. The door to the banquet hall opened. People started to file in and take their seats. Before turning on the microphone, he whispered, “I have control.” Someone in the audience laughed. Almost all the seats were filled. The lights dimmed. Nick beamed. “Welcome everyone. I'm very excited to take you through the Nine Steps to Change Your Fate. First, you must understand that our lives are not our own. Our fate has been carefully mapped out by one or more higher beings. They expect you to follow this path without question.” He clicked on the first slide. “Step one: Don't accept the path that's been laid out for you. You have control over your own life.” Something skittered over his keyboard. Nick flinched. A giant house centipede crawled down the side of the podium and under the curtain covering the bottom. He cleared his throat and clicked to the next slide. The podium shook. Nick grabbed the sides. It shook again. “Excuse me a moment, folks. Some technical difficulties.” Kneeling, Nick pulled back the curtain and found himself staring into the blue eyes of a black rabbit. He fell backward. “No!” Jumping to his feet, he seized the microphone. “We're all in a simulation! The Programmers are trying to control us! We have to fight back!” A hand shook his shoulder. Nick gasped. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you. Is this the Acceptance of Existence seminar?” An older woman with short, gray hair stood next to him. “Yeah. Is this your first time?” Nick gestured to the empty chair next to him. The woman smiled and sat down. “Yes, I've heard it's wonderful. I'm so excited to be here. I'm Alice.” She held out her hand. “Nick. This is my second... no, third time.” His smile slipped. “Sorry, I should've had more coffee this—” He frowned. “You look familiar. Have we met?” Before Alice could answer, the crowd exploded into applause. A woman in a spotless white suit with impeccable auburn hair stepped up to the podium. Her blood-red lips stretched into a perfect smile. The screen behind her brightened. The words 'Acceptance of Existence. How to Maintain an Unquestionable and Harmonious Life: A Nine Step Program' appeared. “Welcome, my dears! I see so many familiar faces today.”

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ExRwood

The girl

I was walking home on a rainy day after finishing my club activities. It was dark and stormy, as the rain dropped, i swore i heard some quiet footsteps following me. I turned around but no one was there. I kept walking until i reached home. As I am in my bed, preparing to sleep, lighting struck and i saw a figure in my bedroom window. I was frightened as i didn’t know there was someone there. The figure looked female and she was quite beautiful. She was banging on the window and demanding to be let in. When i refused, she broke the window and attacked me. As the sounds of an alarm was playing while she was attacking, i woke up. The doctor told me it was time to take my hallucinations pills.

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Chemical-Curve-2288

The Receptionist

Being in Sales and Marketing, I work very closely with the Receptionist at the office. Since I started working there, I’ve often found myself terrified of entering her office and grossed out by her but I can’t figure out why. I’m a 45 year old man and she’s a young, petite, beautiful girl at only 26 years old— a child, as far as I’m concerned. Why am I so terrified of someone so young and full of life? Today I was heading into her office to see if the man who was meeting me had arrived. She was sitting there at her desk, working away. The man had not yet arrived. “Lilac, how are you today?” I asked. She turned around, smiling. Her white, glinting teeth much too big for her mouth. My stomach turned. “I’m good! How are you?” She asked. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from those sickening teeth. “Good, just working. How’s work going?” I asked. My eyes traveled upwards to the blonde wig she always wore. It was always so obvious. “It’s good, a little slow. So, Grover, I got this email from a business who’s looking to buy some vending machine product from us. Please contact them as soon as you can.” She says. “Okay.” I said. My eyes fix on the pink, shiny thing where her wig has slipped. She takes a sip of her coffee and her wig slips a little more. I see more of whatever that thing is- it’s not a bald head. Upon further examination, it’s her brain. I jump back as if I’ve been burned. I can’t move. “You know.” She said, as if I’ve said ‘Hey, Lilac. I see your brain!’. Her eyes begin to glow. The air in this little room turns icy cold. “Wh- what are you?” I stumble. I begin to cry. “I am Lilac.” She says, pulling the mask down and exposing her circular mouth, filled with teeth. “I’m a brain slug. And you can’t move, can you?” I can’t move. I can’t talk. I’m paralyzed. The creature jumps off of the thing, which used to be a girl. Suddenly, the thing is suctioned to my head. I can’t fight. The innocent girl this brain slug was controlling slumps in the office chair, bleeding out. I don’t want to end up like her. I have to regain control, but every second that passes I can’t help myself. Every muscle is no longer mine. I’m a man without a face, and I guess I’m the receptionist now.

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cuteintelligence1214

When I Went To My Neighbors Basement I Was Horrified By What I Saw Part l

Every serial killer lives next door to somebody of course I got this from my favorite movie called Summer Of 84 I went on my usual morning run and some people were outside so I waved at them and waited till night so that me and my friends could play Manhunt. For those of you who don’t know Manhunt is where you look for a specific person mostly for a criminal. After we decided to stop and go home I called my best friend Jill and I teased her by saying that I could see my crush Adam, naked and she said “Bullshit Jennifer” and I said “OMG he waving for me to come over” and she said “ Okay girl now I know you’re full of shit” and we decided to call it a night. The next day we decided to go to the arcade. That night I got a call from my mom and she said “ Hey Jennifer this is gonna sound crazy but the police got a letter from somebody saying that he murdered and raped at least 15 teenage girls and boys make sure you stay in the house” the call ended and I called my friend Jill and said “ Jill remember I told you about those missing girls it’s a serial killer my mom told me” “Holy fuck you’re not kidding it’s on the news app right now” I checked the news app and saw an article about the report my mom told me.

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DangerD163

The Sinful Express

Lately, I've been having the same dream. I find myself on a train, rolling through a rural area I've never seen before. Each night, I return to the same seat, row 4, in a car illuminated by a flickering light. There's a conductor, his face stern and deathly, his presence evoking a strange sense of foreboding. I know this is a dream, but it feels so real that it's hard to shake the unease. As the train rumbles forward, it ferries me through landscapes that transcend logic—volcanoes that burn with searing intensity, glaciers that emanate an icy chill that seems to seep into my very bones, and forests whose towering trees whisper secrets that send shivers down my spine. My awareness that I can lucidly dream adds an unsettling layer; I can usually awaken at will, yet here I am, unable to do so. Then, an abrupt halt, and the conductor's voice resonates through the carriages, announcing our arrival at Glutton Station. The first row of passengers, expressionless and lifeless, exits the train. I glance outside and see a nightmarish scene: human forms, contorted and twisted, crawling on all fours, greedily devouring the dirt beneath them in some gruesome compulsion. Beside them, gravestones bear names. A wave of nausea sweeps over me as their teeth gnash at the earth, and I realize that they are digging their own graves in a horrifying display of submission to their fate. The train moves on, abandoning those pitiful souls to their ghoulish feast. In a desperate bid to escape, I resort to pinching myself. A sharp pinch brings me back to my senses, and I awaken in a cold sweat. But the following night, I find myself back on the train, my fear mounting as it stops again, this time at Envy Station. The second row of passengers disembarks, their faces mirroring a spectral yearning. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a horrifying panorama: an endless rope, snaking into the sky, beckoning upward with a promise of salvation. Desperate figures cling to it, clawing their way upward, only to be yanked back down by the mass of humanity below. As I nervously peek at this sickening cycle, my heart races as I fight to wake myself, desperate to escape this twisted dreamscape—my very soul straining against the iron grip of the dream. But the train journeys onward, arriving at Luscious Station. The third row leaves the train, their expressions somber. Outside, impish creatures pin down newcomers and sew their eyes shut. Beyond them stretches an endless land, where men and women wander aimlessly, their eyes forever sealed. The rows in front of me have dwindled, and the realization hits: I'm next. Desperation grips me, its cold fingers squeezing the air from my lungs and replacing it with a sense of impending doom. My pleas intensify, a frantic chorus of mumbled prayers and feverish supplications. "God, please help me," I find myself entreating, my voice a blend of panic and desperate hope. Clutching my head in both hands, my fists pound my skull in a desperate attempt to shatter the dream's iron grip—as if physical force could wrench me from the clutches of this nightmarish trance. Yet, the train mercilessly presses on, indifferent to my pleas. Its wheels clatter with a relentless rhythm, echoing the racing beat of my heart. I scour my brain for salvation—the practices I've neglected, the small prayers I've brushed aside with casual disregard, every scrap of knowledge I have about breaking free from dreams. They now seem like lifelines; I grasp at them like a drowning man clings to driftwood. "Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…” I recite, the words slipping past my lips in a desperate cadence. But despit my fervent efforts, the train shows no signs of relenting. I can sense the encroaching arrival of my own turn. As the train shudders to a halt, I bow my head further and squeeze my eyes shut, still praying. When I open my eyes, I find myself in my own room, sweat soaking my clothes. I heave a sigh of relief. But then, a chilling whisper, the same eerie voice, penetrates my awakening: "Thou shall not flee again; next time shall be thy last."

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/162t0i4/the_sinful_express/

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HorrorStories_101

The Mirror

In the heart of London, the Hawthorne Hotel stood tall, a relic from the 1800s with a rich but murky history. It boasted luxurious rooms, grand ballrooms, and a secret that had been buried for over a century. Sara and Dylan, historians passionate about Victorian-era mysteries, checked into the hotel. Their aim was to decode the legend of the Obsidian Mirror, an ornate mirror rumored to have once adorned Room 313. Dylan had come across old newspapers reporting guests who gazed into the mirror had vanished, never to be seen again. The hotel's owners, in a desperate attempt to quell the rumors, had supposedly hidden the mirror. On their second evening, while Sara was examining old records, Dylan stumbled upon a dusty, heavy drape in the corner of their room. Pulling it away revealed the Obsidian Mirror, its surface pristine despite its age. Compelled, Dylan looked into the mirror. His reflection was not his own. Instead, a gaunt man, Bob, with hollow eyes and a chilling smile stared back. Before Sara could intervene, Dylan was yanked into the mirror, the surface rippling like water. Horrified, Sara scoured the hotel archives. She discovered letters from Holly, a maid from the 1800s. Holly detailed her affair with Jason, the hotel's owner. They'd obtained the mirror, a gift from a mysterious traveler, but soon realized its sinister nature. Bob, Holly's jealous suitor, upon discovering their affair, confronted Jason in Room 313. In the ensuing struggle, Bob was trapped within the mirror. But the twist was Holly's confession. To save Jason from the mirror's curse, she willingly took his place, trapping herself with Bob. It was the price for her betrayal. Desperate to save Dylan, Sara decided to confront the mirror at midnight, when its power was rumored to peak. As the clock chimed twelve, Sara bravely faced the Obsidian Mirror. Holly's reflection, sad and ethereal, appeared. Behind her, Bob loomed menacingly. Sara pleaded, "Take me in exchange for Dylan!" A haunting silence enveloped the room. Suddenly, Dylan was flung out, gasping and disoriented. In his stead, the mirror now showed two figures: Holly, forever entwined in a cursed dance with Sara, their fates sealed by the Obsidian Mirror.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1635hw9/the_mirror/

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CurrencyLonely4598

I am psychic

When I was younger maybe 7 or 8 I had a dream that I can remember til this day , like it was yesterday . I was at my grandmas funeral and I had on a white dress and so did my sisters and my grandma was in her casket and she looked kinda different , darker and my family was there my aunts were crying and uncles and cousins . But I was young and didn’t really understand why so I was just quiet , fast forward maybe a year or two later my grandma actually dies Rest her beautiful soul . I have on the same exact white dress and so do my sisters my family is doing the exact same thing as they were in the dream and my grandma looked the same way as she did in my dream . I never realized it was a vision until I was a adult . I’ve also had several other dreams when I was a teenager about people dying and how they died and days later they actually died . And it actually shook me to the core I was scared of these dreams and didn’t understand them and didn’t know why I was having them . I also had a dream about myself one . I had a seizure in the bathroom while at church and had to be taken to the hospital and I saw this light skin boy with curly hair , the day it happened I went to the bathroom because I wasn’t feeling good and started to have a seizure and passed out and somebody came in the bathroom and found me and called the ambulance . I wanted to get up and walk away because I have social anxiety and did not want everyone looking at me on a ambulance but i was too weak and they called the ambulance . And when I was being pushed to the back of the ambulance I saw the same boy I saw in my dream . I thought I was cursed so I went to the pastor of the church me and my sisters were going to and told him about it and he prayed over me and after that my dreams went away for a while … fast forward to 2020 , 6 years later I am pregnant with my daughter , I was praying to see what she looked like because I just wanted to know . I never thought I would actually be able to but after that prayer a few weeks later I had a dream about a little girl in a room of white who was just sitting there and I walked over to her and saw her face and she was absolutely beautiful like a angel . And she smiled at me and I smiled and cried . And then I woke up . Months later I have my daughter and she came out looking exactly how she did in my dreams . And that also shocked me because now I really see that I have some type of gift but it took me years to find out what it truly was . I would love to be able to help people more .

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AppropriateGift4490

Peter

We are all invisible when we are alone, only to flicker back into sight the moment another person lays eyes on us. Everyone knows that. Our brain fills in for us when we are by ourselves, so when we look at ourselves when we are alone we think we “see” our body. There is actually nothing to see, unless called to visibility by another human’s gaze. Peter was born with the wrong kind of wiring in his brain and body. He flickered to visibility with a lag, so for the first few seconds it looked as if no-one was there before he appeared in the sight of whoever was with him. And when he looked at himself, his hands, his body, when alone, he saw nothingness. In the mirror, he only saw a translucent version of himself. And he simply did not appear in cameras. Peter’s mother remembered the first few times she went to his room when he was a baby, her heart plummeting in sheer terror when she didn’t see him lying in his cot. Before she unfroze to scream, he would flicker into sight, a sleeping or crying baby. She protected him, as mothers do, and Peter had an uneventful, if sheltered childhood, avoiding cameras and videos as his mother drew him away from normal social life. To make up for the dull cocoon of his early years, he turned to house burglary as an adult, turning his unfortunate affliction to criminal ends. His seconds of invisibility gave him the perfect cover to slip into houses and apartments unseen, hastily sweeping articles of value His mother gradually let him know, in age-appropriate ways, that there is nothing wrong with him not being able to see his body when he’s alone in his room, and to avoid, as far as possible coming upon one person by himself. For example, he was never allowed to open the front door to a rare guest. Peter lived alone as an adult, his strange affliction not encouraging romantic or friendship entanglements. Yet, he sought human connection, his mother’s regular visits hardly enough. His social life gravitated online, where lags to his appearance on screen were easily explained by technical difficulties. Amy fell deeply in love with him online. Peter was flattered by her attention, and despite his mother’s warning, couldn’t help reciprocating her affection, drawing closer. They met in a public space, ostensibly for her safety at first, but continued to do so, and she became desperate to see him intimately. She told him she dreamed of laying in his arms, of kissing him, and eventually wheedled his address out of him and arranged to visit him. Peter hoped her love was strong enough to withstand what he had to tell her. He decided to tell her after he opened the door for her, so she saw his delayed return to visibility and believed him. And so the day came. Amy rang the bell. With some trepidation, Peter opened it, ready for her look of confusion. There was none. Beaming, Amy threw her arms around him. “Oh Peter” she cried. Confused, Peter hugged her back. Over her shoulder, he saw his mother from where she had been standing partially hidden from sight by the clothes-rack by the door, gazing at him. His mother smiled, nodding encouragingly. Peter felt relief. He would have no explaining to do- his mother would be watching.

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1000andonenites

I Am Become Death (Pt3)

**"Depression Is drowning and sinking into a bottomless pit while you watch people around you thrive and float."** Addiction is a major issue in my life and is a major cause of my depression but taking more of the "drug" never helps alleviate the pain of my depression it only furthers it. You would think "Just stop doing the thing you're addicted to." I... can't. My addiction is what most people think is just a hobby. Video games... well more or less social interaction over the internet. You see... when I am feeling most alone and in a bad place the little bing my PlayStation 5 makes gives me a moment of elation. A sudden rush of euphoria... For a moment while I am playing I escape into a reality beyond this one. One where I am not sad, desperate for attention self. I am Crimson Sky or iBayonet... A persona I put on myself to make everyone else think I am a cool guy or that I am funny and happy. That couldn't be further from the truth. **A**bysmal, Abs**u**rd, Ac**r**id, Ang**e**r, Appalli**n**g **Addiction.** I woke up this day feeling more rejuvenated than before. My movements are no longer sluggish and my senses are much sharper. I could hear the conversation my neighbor was having in his home across the street. I could hear a baby cry from down the road... I stood up from my bed and started walking with a sudden surprise. My body has gotten much slimmer and firm. I had muscles I never even knew existed... When I walk it doesn't feel like I'm trudging through thick water. When I went to sleep I was morbidly obese and in constant pain. I... don't know what happened to my body but I did have a strange dream...Or was it a dream? It started off with me in an alleyway watching someone in the distance being drunk and stumbling down the alley. It was a man about 6'3 and thin. He was wearing a solid brown duster blue jeans and bright red shoes. I stalked the man as he pinballed between the trashcans and grime-covered walls in the ally. He kept stumbling until he went to a door and fumbled to get his keys in his hand spilling the tallboy beer he had while shouting obscenities into the air. I don't know why I was stalking this guy but he just didn't seem like a good guy. As he opened the door I heard him yell for someone named "Caroline" and told her to "give her daddy some sugar" A chill ran up my spine as I heard crashing and screaming. I ran into the fray without a worry about myself. My mind was thinking but my body was acting before I could respond. When I got in the home past the broken vase and on the floor was a young girl who couldn't be older than 12 but her "father" was on top of her groping her like he would an adult woman. My anger and rage overtook me and I felt an intense pain coming from my neck and spine. I felt the back of my neck and felt an opening... My spine was coming out I wanted the pain to stop but my body continued and my hands reached into my back and pulled my spine out. I could feel each vertebrae slide out and the muscles attached were snapping. The pain was red hot but when it was done the pain stopped and in my hand, I held my spine however it was made of an unknown weathered and rustic metal. The man barely heard my cries and he stood up with his pants around his ankles. I looked at the frightened girl and told her to head to her room. She nodded and ran... The man reached for her but before he could touch her again I swung my new weapon at his wrist... severing it cleanly from his body. It took the drunk a few moments for reality to set in. He screamed and screamed louder and louder. His screaming went to cursing then to squeaking like the pig he was. "You're not fit to be a father or a human... you're a pig and will always be a pig," I said... He started yelling cursing me out and squeaking... It was only half a minute as he transformed into a pig before my eyes. The cracking of bones and ripping of flesh sounded painful as this thing that was once human transformed into a barn animal. His teeth fell out of his mouth and blood poured from all around him. Tears flowed out of his eyes as he made one last plea "Make it stop". He begged for it to stop but didn't give the same mercy to his very daughter... But I obliged. Once he fully transformed I dug the spine sword into his neck severing his spine from his head. I didn't kill him... I made him paralyzed. I then dragged him into the ally for the rats to feed on him...alive...I went back to the girl and asked if she was ok..."Mister... My daddy is not a good person...can you get me out of here?" She cried and hugged me. I patted her head and held her hand. "Of course let's go." We walked out the front door and I took her to the closest orphanage. After I dropped her off I woke up in my bed covered in sweat and much thinner than I was before... The news was playing as I prepared my morning coffee... "A large pig was found in an alley between 1st and Jefferson. Strangely enough, it was paralyzed from the neck down and seemed to be left there on purpose. We're looking for the person who would put this defenseless animal in such terrible condition" I laughed as I saw this. Part of me was glad this wasn't just a dream and part of me was glad they didn't know the man was missing. I grabbed my hot bean water sat down at my computer chair and turned on Baldur's Gate 3. My friends were waiting as we were playing an all-Tiefling Bard group. However, this time... The game and interaction I felt with my friends originally was back...I am no longer chasing that dragon... Am I happy? I don't know what happiness is as it's still new to me... The Headless King is changing my life for the better. I remember asking why and realizing it doesn't matter. I am happy again... Looking back I know why I did these things and why my depression was removed from my life. Auren was to blame. God was causing me harm and the Headless King was reversing that harm. Soon, I would have my revenge on this uncaring god... I didn't know at the time how soon it was. I am no longer an addict and Auren knew I was no longer their puppet. My journey continues but not right now. Stay tuned readers. God will die. \-Alex, The Headless King

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/162ufoa/i_am_become_death_pt3/

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CrimsonBayonet

Has Anyone Else Seen This Ad?

Some years ago, I think around 2020, I was watching YouTube on my TV and after clicking on a video I got an “ad” of a man in a completely white room with no windows or anything else. The man was just staring into the camera, it felt like he was looking directly at me. I don’t know how long the ad was but it freaked me out. The creepiest part is it wasn’t really an ad, it wasn’t trying to sell anything I don’t even know if the man in the ad said anything at all. I haven’t gotten the ad ever since and I’ve never found any mention of it online, even on the depths of the deep web it seems like no one else has ever seen it. I still think about it from time to time and I’m still as baffled by it now as I was when I saw it.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/162pb65/has_anyone_else_seen_this_ad/

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MrRedditFace

The Dark Archives Anthology: Something Sinister Possessed my daughter

Goodnight, babe. I said to my wife before we went to sleep I was about to fall asleep when I heard a scream echoing through our hallways AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! My wife gasped What was that?! Was that Eva? I'll go check on her. I jumped out of the bed and opened the door, I saw Eva running towards our room What's wrong honey? What happened? Daddy there's a monster inside my closet! I sighed a sigh of relief, I thought a robber was in her room. There's no such thing as monsters! It's just your imagination. NO DAD NO I SAW IT, IT WAS LOOKING AT ME! Then show me where it is so I can beat it for scaring you. I went to my daughters room and lo and behold there wasn't anything inside the closet, under the bed or anywhere a "monster" could've been hiding See? I told you there are no such things as monsters Ok but can I sleep in you and mommys room? Sure you can. Come now, you need to sleep or you'll be late to school Ok. Eva slept in our room for the night, I woke up at 7AM to get ready for work when I noticed Eva wasn't next to us, I thought she might've gotten hungry and gone to the kitchen to grab a snack, so I checked the kitchen, she wasn't there. I thought that maybe she got up to use the washroom, so I went to the washroom and knocked on the door Eva are you there honey? Eva? I decided to open the door but she also wasn't there, I woke my wife up and we flipped the house upside down looking for Eva but we still didn't find her. What do we do John? Should I call 911? Where is she? WHERE? WHERE? Calm down, please just calm down, we'll find her. We've looked everywhere! EVERYWHERE! Where could she possibly b-... THE ATTIC, WE DIDN'T LOOK IN THE ATTIC! Stay here and I'll go take a look. I went to the Attic, climbed up the ladder and surely enough Eva was there, only she.. wasn't normal Eva, are you ok sweetie? Eva? She didn't say a word, her arms and legs twisted and she looked at me for what felt like an hour before letting out a screech so loud it almost made my ears bleed, her eyes started to bleed and she vomited blood before crawling rapidly towards my direction. I freaked out, I quickly went down the ladder and closed the trapdoor behind me, I ran to get my car keys and told my wife to get in the car. Honey get in the car NOW! Why?? What's wrong? Where's Eva???? Eva is possessed, just get in the car! We both got in the car and drove to the church, I got a priest and explained the situation to him, brother Matthew was his name, he agreed to help us, we all got into the car and drove back home. I led brother Matthew to the Attic and left him to perform the exorcism, as soon as I climbed down the ladder all I heard was HELP! HELP ME PLEASE!!! SOMEBODY HELP!! No, NO NO NO, please, please, NO DO- What I heard next was the sound of limbs tearing apart and flesh being eaten. I was horrified, I'm not sure if there even 1% of Eva left, I didn't know what to do next, should I bring another priest only for him to be killed and eaten? Should I kill my own daughter?

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/162m7mf/the_dark_archives_anthology_something_sinister/

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iloveeeeemycat

The Dark Archives Anthology: Something Sinister Possessed My Daughter (Chapter II)

I did it, I.. I killed my own daughter, I had to do it, I climbed into the attic and I saw her sitting in the corner, she was feasting on brother Matthews body. It was a sickening sight, to see my own 7 year old daughter eating human flesh. My wife was crying as she tried to stop me, but there was no other way. What do I do? Bring another priest for the demon to eat? I aimed my gun and put my finger on the trigger, I started pulling it slowly and reluctantly until eventually BANG I heard my wife cry and a feeling of dread washed over me, I started crying too, knowing my daughter just died by my own hands, I no longer felt the will to live, I aimed the pistol at my head, closed my eyes and pulled on the trigger BANG I woke up drenched in sweat, I saw Eva next to me and I hugged her as tight as I could

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/162nws6/the_dark_archives_anthology_something_sinister/

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iloveeeeemycat

It's not him

.I lost my dad to a rare disease that kind of made his brain shrivel within itself, it was sad seeing him losing his memories and everything within the matter of months, he went brain dead but at his last hours he layed in his bed and for a few brief seconds he became lucid and said to me the most random thing he could ever say "the blue pot mike, the blue one". He would always say random things even before this disease just to confuse others, it was his type of humor and always like seeing the confusion it would cause, at those last few brief seconds I had my dad back, but an hour later... He just gave out and let himself go. After a few days we buried him and grieved like how everyone would do. That next weekend my mom decided to take me and my younger sister out to the cabin where he always liked being just for memories sake, it was hard arriving and driving down that gravel road cause he would always sing to the tune of "carry on my wayward son" cause that's just how excited he would be just being here. But since he was gone I did it for him, I sang the song, we all did cause it was for him, of course we all cried even as we pulled up to the cabin, we sat in the SUV catching our breaths and coping with the loss. The first night was hard but it would be easier since my uncle and cousin were coming the next day to spend time with us which I was looking forward to. Just around early evening when we knew the sun was going down, mom asked if we wanted to take a walk to the store down the road to grab some snacks for the night and of course we did, dad always loved that store cause they had cool knick knacks and other stuff that he would find cool, plus him knowing the store owner and talking for how ever long the way he used to. We went for the walk which was just a mile away and a mile back, the scenery was always beautiful and the trees being so tall and green was just the kind of sights we needed, and not to mention the river which always glistened the sun's reflection so beautifully. As we were walking back to the cabin it had started to get dark, the sky was a dark blue and the sun had disappeared behind the trees, my mom was holding my sisters hand as I trailed behind them about twenty feet away listening to my music and playing with a toy I had bought for my dad's fireplace collection of junk toys. While walking something caught my attention to the left of me, something moving about in the bushes, I slowed my pace and looked but couldn't see it anymore, it might have been a bear or deer that was just passing by but I couldn't get a decent view of what it was so I kept walking. I'm not sure what prompted to take out my headphones at that time but when I did I heard the moving in the bushes again, it happened at the place where I looked, I turned around to walk backwards hoping to see an animal crossing but when I stopped I seen what it was and it immediately chilled me to the bone. It hadn't fully come onto the road but it was almost clear enough to see... I dropped toy I was fiddling with and my mom and sister noticed that I stopped and they came up behind me, mom taking my hand gently "Ben, what is it? You ok?" I averted her attention to where I was looking at my eyes started to fill with tears, as she looked I hear her gasp in my ear as my sister wrapped her arms tightly around my mother. The thing slowly stepped out from the bush and staggered onto the road with its head down dragging its feet, we all watched in horror as it lifted it's head up to look at us and... We seen this thing looked like my dad, it LOOKED like him but it wasn't him, couldn't be... It's face looked mishaped, one eye swollen looking and blue lips with an almost grey complexion. It staggered and it took sight of us stretching out its arms as we were a good fifty to sixty yards away down the road, my heart skipped so many beats which have me palpitations of fear and my mom gasping for air as my sister let out a cry and started to pull at my mom's hand. We watched this... Thing take the shape of my dad walking towards us so inhuman like, the clothes looked fake like it was sort of blending and the feet were bare, hair was a mess... It was walking trying it's best to imitate my dad but it looked so off. I slowly started to walk toward it thinking it really was him, intrusive thoughts entered my mind thinking he was alive and he was with us but somewhere inside me knew he was really gone. Slowly I stepped towards this thing believing his death was just a dream but the one thing that snapped me back to reality was my mother grabbing my arm and tugging me "let's go! C'mon mike let's go right now, that's not your father, that's not him!" I immediately started to hyperventilate and moved along with my mother's tugging, we all walked backwards crying watching this thing walk towards us kicking up dust below its bare feet. It began to smile a sorry excuse of a haunting smile as it stumbled slightly, we all cried backing away as it kept moving toward us with its arms still out while mom kept repeating "it's not him... It's not... Not him... It's not him!" The thing frowned upon hearing my mom's cracking voice and what it did next really broke all our spirits, our hopes and dreams of wishing it really was him... It began to hum the song wayward son, attempted to sing the words at one point but couldn't manage, my mom grasped at her chest and shoved me aside and let out a yell of grief so haunting that it echoed into the open "YOU'RE NOT HIM!!!! GET AWAY!!!! I picked up my sister and grabbed my mom's hand and we began to run while still crying heavily trying to catch our breaths. We reach the bend on the road and I quickly took one look back at the thing that looked like my father and its arms were still stretched out as if it wanted a hug and had a frown on its face, like asking why we were running away from it... When we reached the road to the cabin which was a five minute walk, I sent my mom and sister ahead, they're safety was my main concern at that point... They went running to the cabin as I stayed on the road listening to this thing coming around the corner. I watched as it still had its arms out when he appeared, it began to smile at the sight of me, I stood looking at it "you're not my dad... You're not my dad!" It smiled a smile even wider than before, the smile looked like no human smile could ever make cause it stretched nearly from ear to ear almost. It stopped at the entrance of the cabin road and didn't move an inch even as I moved a few steps closer repeating "you're not my dad, you're not my dad..." And then it did it... It spoke... "Mike... Blue pot mike" My eyes once again immediately filled with tears as I turned away walking towards the cabin, still muttering the words "Mike? Blue pot!... Blue pot mike!" I gasped behind my pain and came up to the cabin and stopped at the door, turned around taking one last look and all I seen was the things feet past the corner of trees, listening to it drags its feet walking down the road. After walking in I closed the door and leaned against it, my mom holding my sister as she wailed "daddy!..." While mom petting her hair gently wiping away her own tears of shock and grief. My uncle came with my cousin the next day and we never told them what had happened, how could we cause the thought of telling him we seen his brother last night wouldn't be good for his mental state. It was hard enough going through what we did, what we seen and heard, how this thing knew all that it did that night wonders me to no end, a proccess of torment it likes to inflict? Maybe an apparition of some kind of Spirit?... Or a windigo, skinwalker... I'm not sure but whatever it was... It's not my dad. It's not him...

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panterium

I think someone is stalking my son

I think someone has been stalking my kid I’m a single dad. I have a son who is 7. I just bought my first house since my divorce not even a month ago. This whole story sounds like a scary movie to me still even as iv processed it many times. I honestly may take this down in the morning cause i sound so stupid right now. I just recently went from having my kid every weekend to every week and every other weekend. Since it was summer he was with him mom a lot up until this last week. I had only slept in my new house twice since I was on a trip to canada for 2 weeks. The house is in a typical horror movie area which is the middle on knowhere. We live in the mountains in a small town and 35 minutes from any big town. Also it’s down a tiny dirt road. My son came back this wends day for the first day of school and while I was home alone I felt some sensation as if i was being watched. Obviously I didn’t care cause iI just figured “new house” it’s fine. I went about my day and picked him up from school and made dinner. We went to bed and as the first night really sleeping at the new house it was nice honestly. About a hour after my son went to sleep I was laying in bed and i kept hearing noises of something outside but didn’t care and decided to go to bed as well. But the noises kept randomly showing up and I was getting a little sketched out. Finally it was silent i was sleeping then out of know-where my son comes barreling into my room shrieking saying there is “a mask in the window” I was very confused and let him sleep with me but soon heard noises near my window as well. I saw a shadow of a head passing the window soon enough and felt super uneasy. I was able to fall asleep though. Tonight the same thing happened pretty much exact, going to bed, hearing noises. But then my son comes to my room and i told him to go back to his. He made me go and lay with him till he fell asleep so I did and as I was laying there I heard the noises outside the window but this time they were way closer. I realized I was never hearing the noises from my window it was coming from outside my sons window. I was frozen in fear I was waiting for what felt like forever till I felt like K could get out of there. I got my son turned on all the lights threw him in the car and drove out of the garage as fast as I could. Now we are at a friends house and I feel like i’m just in my head and stressed about work or something so i’m just being paranoid. Am I or does it seem like something is going on?

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/162i8ay/i_think_someone_is_stalking_my_son/

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Maleficent-Sport5486

I don’t know where I am, who that is and why it wants me.

It started a couple days ago..or a couple months, I can’t remember. Everything is blurry, it’s hurting my eyes. All I can remember is a moist carpet, blue lights and someone banging against the door. I don’t know how I ended up here, I’m scared. I’ve searched through these rooms, one after another they get more dangerous. The lights keep flickering, they make my head hurt. I saw something on the wall, it was Morse code..it said something like “..-“ wait no..it was “… - - - …” I can’t remember, it hurts..help me. After that message I turned left, or right..maybe backwards? I can’t tell, everything has gone weird. I looked on the floor, paper! It said “.-.. . ..-. -“ I’m currently writing on the back of it, I cut my finger and using the blood..why am I here? Help. HELP ME. The banging is getting louder, who ever finds this take it with you. If you make it out alive please go to the police, tell them “Marcus Viln, detective 7A12B has been found dead” tell them. I hear it..it’s getting closer, the banging has stopped but now the walking has started. I don’t have much time, I’m sorry if this seems rushed. I must go, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE. As I read through the letter I realised, I’m in danger. “What the fuck?” This whole place seems like a prank..what detective wouldn’t know Morse code? I dropped the piece of paper onto the floor and continued my journey. I crept behind walls, making sure nothing was there. Once I knew it was clear, I set off. The moist carpet kept getting sucked through my socks, I had to take my shoes off..they got broken! I continued, passing a wall. “Shit.” I forgot to check, there was a spider-like noise rushing towards me. It slithered, what is it? The lights began to dim, I knew it was time to run. I sped passed walls, more and more things saw me. I read all the writings on the wall, they all said “Left, right, entity on left” what does it mean?

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/162f5vg/i_dont_know_where_i_am_who_that_is_and_why_it/

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Rmumoclock

Last night I was walking down a path

Scary shmitzman was there

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/162pgf6/last_night_i_was_walking_down_a_path/

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CanInternational4896

What is worse?

My friend came to see me after the funeral I don’t know what’s worse the fact that my friend came to see me at 12 AM or that my friend is the one who got killed by me

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/162up25/what_is_worse/

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MONKEYCHICKENLICKING

I hate her, right?

I hate her. Her hair, her clothes, her popularity. The way she talks, the way she laughs, even her smile. She gets all A’s, all the friends, all the talent. I hate the way her hair looks so silky and smooth every day. I hate her kindness and her trustworthiness, her loyalty. I hate how I can’t have that. I watch her down the halls every day, her walk, her talk. I watch her smile during class. I watch her in the lunchroom when she laughs with her friends. I watch every video she posts at night. I watch her leave her parent's car when she gets dropped off at around 8 pm every day. I watch her everything. I walked up to her. My heart is going past its speed limit, my blood is as hot as the water over a stove, my hands shaking every time my feet move closer and closer. I need to get rid of that perfectness from the world. I tell her to follow, I tell her there is a surprise. She believes me, then obeys my command like a puppet. I walk, we walk and walk and walk. Then we arrive at the basement of this ratched school prison. No one will know, no one will hear, no one will see. I tell her to close her eyes. She obeys. I tell her to wait, and she does. I circle her, taking in her stupid perfectness that I couldn’t have, taking in the perfect body before it is gone before it dies. I open my black school bag that can fit just about anything, I search for what I need, I look through everything. Until I found a shoestring, One long, black, shoestring. I grabbed it. I wrap it around my hands to make it secure. Now I'm ready. I walk behind her, then I bring the shoelace just around her neck, no contact has been made yet. I hesitated for a moment, why did I hesitate? Isn’t this what I want? But then I just ignored my brain, ignored my second thoughts. I wrapped it around her neck as tightly as I could. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. I enjoyed hearing her gasps for air, I enjoyed her struggles, I enjoyed her pain. Then her struggling stopped, her pain ended, and her suffering came to a close. She’s gone. I unwrapped the shoelace from her neck. I saw a red ring around it. I dropped her, it, on the ground. I just stared at the lifeless girl that lay in front of me. I kneeled down next to her and brought two fingers up to her neck, no pulse, she was really gone. I smiled, I laughed. I really did it. I stood back up, looking at her for one last time, before leaving the basement. I left just so casually like nothing happened at all. Like I didn’t just take a life. I never felt this much joy for myself. I walked into the school halls. I walked into classes. No one suspected anything. No one knew what I did. I walked back home after school. I walked into my bedroom. I jumped into my bed. I scrolled through my phone. Nothing appeared. No missing person case, nothing on the news, no videos, nothing. No one knows yet. Right? This is what I wanted. Then an amber alert. A stupid amber alert appeared on my phone. Her name was there. Her clothes were written. Her hair, her eyes, her height, her weight. Everything about her appearance has been written. It said she hasn’t gone home from school yet, it said that she hasn’t been to her classes. They forgot to write about her kindness, her loyalty, how pretty she was, how she would brighten up anyone's day with her smile. How she can make anyone laugh on her own. How she would help anyone who needed it. How she would compliment anybody even though they are below her popularity status. They forget a lot. Wait, why do I care? That night, that same very night, I looked up at the ceiling, I couldn’t sleep. Why can’t I sleep? I have no regrets, I have no guilt. Right? Thoughts ran through my head. Why were they running through my head like this? God damn it. Get out. You're not welcome. Stop. STOP. STOP. SHUT UP! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! NO REGRETS! NO GUILT! NOTHING, NOTHING, NOTHING! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME? I TOLD YOU TO STOP! GET OUT OF MY BRAIN! I CAN’T FEEL GUILT. NOT NOW. NOT EVER. NEVER EVER. I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY! I couldn’t handle this anymore, someone needs to know, I need to tell someone. I took my shaky hands and dialed 9 then 1 and 1 again. Then they picked up. “911 what's your emergency?” They said in a calm voice, how can they be so calm at a time like this?! “I did it,” I muttered with a shaky voice. “Sorry ma’am can you repeat that?!” I can’t handle this anymore. “I TOLD YOU I DID IT. I KILLED THE STUPID GIRL. YOU CAN CHECK IN THE SCHOOL BASEMENT IF YOU WANT. SHE'S THERE ON THE FLOOR. HER STUPID LIFELESS BODY IS ON THE COLD FLOOR. SHE'S DEAD. I DID IT. I DID IT WITH ONLY JUST A STUPID SHOELACE. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT?!” I shouted at the phone. Then I hung up. Now they know, now they all know, what's going to happen to me?

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/161xbil/i_hate_her_right/

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defnot-El

Echoes of Guilt: A Poe-Inspired Tale

In shadows cast, my soul entwined, A tale of guilt, a tortured mind. With trembling hand, I took a life, A wretched act, with bloodied knife. The moonlight wept, as darkness fell, Innocence lost, a soul to quell. The victim's eyes, a haunting gaze, Their silent plea, through endless days. Each footstep echoes through my core, A pounding heart, forevermore. The weight of sin, a heavy shroud, In whispered winds, their voices loud. In chambers dim, I'm trapped, confined, The guilt of murder in my mind. A raven perches, cold and stark, Its eerie caw, a ghostly lark. The walls close in, a chilling chill, The house itself, a living will. For every night, I hear the groan, Of bones beneath the floor, they moan. With every step, a ghostly tread, A trail of dread where shadows spread. In dreams, I see the victim's face, Their life erased, a haunting grace. The midnight hour, it tolls for me, A symphony of my misery. A specter roams in velvet gloom, My fate entwined with death's costume. Within the attic's cobwebbed lair, I bury secrets, and despair. Each board that creaks, each raven's call, They testify, my soul in thrall. A portrait hangs, a portrait gray, A visage twisted in dismay. The eyes that follow as I roam, A cursed image, now my home. The mirror reflects a fractured soul, A fractured role, a gaping hole. In candle's flicker, shadows dance, A macabre waltz, my last chance. The cellar's depths, a chilling cold, A story of the dead, untold. In whispered chants, they beckon me, To join their spectral company. A riddle etched in blood-red ink, A cryptic clue, a missing link. The raven's beak, a pointed dart, It pierces deep, my guilty heart. The town below, in silence sleeps, While through the night, my secret creeps. The guilt, a specter, by my side, In moonlit pangs, it won't subside. In chambers dark, I pen this verse, A dreadful curse, my soul immersed. The sins I bear, they never fade, In this dark chamber, I'm afraid. My mind, a labyrinth of woe, Where tortured thoughts in shadows grow. The tolling bell, it tolls for me, In this grim tale of misery. But fear not, dear reader, for I confess, This tale is born from mere distress. A fiction spun in midnight's lore, For Edgar Allan Poe, I do implore. In his dark spirit, this poem's spun, A tribute to the master, one by one. A modern twist, a tale of dread, In Poe's dark realm, where words are led. So let us leave this realm of fear, And bid adieu to what's unclear. In dreams, we find both dark and light, In Poe's embrace, we say goodnight.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/162gl7g/echoes_of_guilt_a_poeinspired_tale/

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Philbert1427

Horrifying Gut Instinct

not me, but my mother. when i was young around the age of 4 or 5 i had just gotten out of kindergarten and my mother took my took the park. I was having fun like the usual kid running around playing with the other kids but suddenly i ever so slightly remember having a gut feeling and i felt quite anxious, my mother also very clearly had this feeling and told me that we had to go. Right as we were heading to a car a man in a black leather coat started quickly walking towards my mom and was reaching for his pockets. We noped the fuck outa there and my mother had found out there was a kidnapping the next day at the same park we were at.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1629gs9/horrifying_gut_instinct/

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CalligrapherMobile42

I just heard a guy on the street yelling HELP KILL!

About 10 minutes ago at 00:15 I heard a guy screaming. The voice is clearly male, young and hoarse. The guy was panting and shouting HELP! After that, 2 minutes passed and he started shouting KILL! Not knowing what to do, I went to my father and told him about it, but he told me to go to bed. I do not know what to do, I am very scared!

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1622s1c/i_just_heard_a_guy_on_the_street_yelling_help_kill/

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Andrew_Zavarkin11

the girl in the kitchen

Okay so this is gonna be a short story but wtv. Anyway at the times of this story took place i was around 6 to 7 years old, it was around 10 o'clock at night, me my grandma and my two cousins where watching the tv, before i go deeper in this story the way my house is layed out makes my kitchen right in the other room next to my living room Anyway i was sitting on the couch as usual and for some reason i looked inside the kitchen, to this day idk why i just felt like there was something inside there, and i was right, because after 10 seconds of looking inside i saw this girl walk right past the door (the kitchen lights are off btw) anyway yeah i saw a girl walk right past, it that classic ghost girl yk the one with long hair covering her face and the white dress, anyway as soon as i saw her walk past i was frozen with fear I looked at my grandma who was sitting next to me at the couch at the tiand she looked at with this expression that said "you saw that too didn't u" after we looked at each other for 3 seconds we just went back to watching tv and moved on with our lives Now whenever i go to the kitchen at night im terrified to even put my hand on the door handle.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1627luu/the_girl_in_the_kitchen/

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Logan_f2001

There real I swear

People say I’m crazy, insane, and belong in the asylum. I don’t know why. I tell people that they visit whenever I am in the deepest of holes, when the neglect comes to the surface, or when I’m bored. I tell them that they don’t talk much, they are mostly just there. They can be on the floor, the walls, the ceiling, the sky, the dark. They look different from the people you see everyday. Like people, though, they come in different shapes and sizes, tall, short, large, small, and all inbetween. What really makes them different is that you can’t see their features. I like to call them the shadow people, because they look like someone's shadow. Before you tell me they don’t exist, they do, I swear. If they don’t exist, then why do I see them everyday? If they don’t exist, then why do they whisper to me every time I am sad, mad, or frustrated? If they don’t exist, then who do I talk to every night? That reminds me, they are also good listeners. They don’t interrupt, they don’t laugh at me, they don’t walk away, they don’t even move an inch. I talk to them in the morning, in class, at the field, but I especially talk to them at night. At night, it’s easier, they are around longer, its also the time when we are in private. I talk to them about my problems, my victories, and everything in between. They listen to everything. They don’t talk about themselves though. They never do. Everyone says, “lock her up in the asylum,” or, “she is insane,” or even, “stop lying for attention.” I’m not lying, I swear they are real. The only thing that I don’t like about them, is that they can become scary sometimes. Like sometimes, maybe after every day or 2, they get mean, scary, frightening. I am sure they are just messing with me though. When they get scary, they screech, a frightening, demonic, screech. They scratch me until my arms and legs get bloody. They yell at me sometimes too, with the same demonic and frightening voice. “You're worthless,” or, “You are going to hell.” At the end of it all, I am shaking and crying. After all that, they say sorry and leave. They come back after a few hours though and we go back to normal. My mother and father think I scratch myself on purpose. My sister thinks I just watched a scary video to cause the shaking. People at school think that I am crying for no reason. But I'm not. Like I keep telling everyone, it's the shadow people. Kids at school hate me. Why? I don’t know. It might be because I am the only one that can talk to the shadow people. Or that I am the only one that can eat with the shadow people. Or maybe it’s because I am friends with the shadow people. But they say that they aren’t real. That they are just in my head. That they are fake. I tell them they are real, and they don’t believe me. THEY ARE REAL. THEY ARE REAL. THEY ARE REAL. PLEASE BELIEVE ME, THEY ARE REAL, RIGHT? They are real, I swear.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/161x9ff/there_real_i_swear/

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defnot-El

I heard a scary noise on my way back home. What should I do?

Its 3:29am as I write this. My best friend and I went on a late night drive to Mc Donalds everything was fine until our way back home. We heard a scary noise once we arrived in my village. It didnt sound human or like an animal. A bit like a woman but still not human. It was a scream not too far from us. We were scared. I had tears in my eyes. When we arrived at my place I asked him to escort me to the front door and he did. After I went home, changed my clothes and went to bed I heard growling first from what sounded like inside the building and then on the street outside my window. I cant sleep im too scared to. Im right now on a call with my girlfriend telling her how scared I am. I hope it will become day time soon. That thing sounded like a vendigo or a skin walker. Before this happend I wasn’t sure if I should believe in those things but now I do. What should I do this situation?

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/162d550/i_heard_a_scary_noise_on_my_way_back_home_what/

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Li_07

My neighbor is taking out multiple trash bag’s to his garbage bin lately, and I got suspicious and what I saw scarred me.

I’m a stay-at-home dad, and I usually do nothing most of the time since my kids went to summer camp for 3 weeks, about 3 days ago. I was thinking about getting a job since I didn’t wanna be a lazy bum just sitting around the house while my wife was hard at work. Then I saw my neighbor, he was taking out the garbage. Which isn’t odd, I mean it’s just taking out the trash after all. Until I saw how many bags he had. He had about 4-5 garbage bags that looked full. But I shook it off, maybe he was a slob and finally cleaning up, or just neglecting to take the trash out, who knows? And I continued with my day. The next day though, at around 4 PM I believe. I saw him taking more trash bags out, this time there were like 6 of them. I was starting to get confused, thinking about how is there still so many full trash bag’s in that damn house? I know I shouldn’t pry on people’s lives, so I didn’t bother. I mean, maybe he just got tired and procrastinated to take the rest out later. I just stopped my head from wrapping around it and just applied for part-time jobs. I entered resumé and I’ll just wait until one calls me back. Which took longer than expected. Tomorrow at 9, I still haven’t heard anything back, other than a few rejection letters from a couple. I looked out my window to see what my neighbors were doing, and I saw him. Doing the same thing as the last 2 days. He only had about 3 bags this time around, but my curiosity was getting the better of me. I needed to ask him what the hell was up with the bags, I shouldn't snoop, but I wanted to know. Maybe it was just a normal reason, who knows? I didn’t even change outside of my pajamas, I just ran up to him while in my bed-wear and flip-flops, which I hastily put on. I ran up to him and asked him “Why are you taking so many full trash bags out lately? I don’t mean to intrude on your privacy, but I wanna know.” And he had an unreadable face as he responded with something along the lines of “Don’t worry about it, and it’s none of your business”. I also noticed the horrendous smell of the bags, but I didn’t think anything about it since it was garbage after all. But I saw some sort of red liquid slightly leak through the seem of the bag, and that’s when I quickly left. I was too paranoid for my sake, and it wasn’t helping anyone else. I also had a text saying that my wife was gonna be staying at her female friend’s house for the night after work, and I told her to send a picture when she got there safely. And at around 12:40 AM, she did just that. Since she works so late sometimes, she just crashes at her friend's place which is closer to her place of work. But later at 2 AM, I couldn’t sleep after seeing a mysterious red liquid dripping from the bags, so I decided to go through his trash. Because I might have a murderer next door and I haven’t noticed. I take the heavy trash bag out of the bin, I’m strong too, get it still was a challenge to get out of the bin. I ripped the bag open and saw a lot of legs and arms in the bag, I was horrified so much that I accidentally screamed at the top of my lungs and instantly fled the scene afterward’s, I knew there wasn’t a way he didn't get woken up by that scream. I locked myself in my house, locked the windows, closed the blinds, and called the cops. I hastily told them the situation and said they would be there in about 2-3 minutes to arrive at the neighborhood. And I waited in my home terrified. Then I heard it, I heard the noise which still haunts me from this day on. The knock on my bedroom window. I looked and saw my neighbor staring into my essence of being, with a Bowie knife in his hand. He knew I knew, and he wasn’t gonna let any witnesses go. I instantly dashed out of my room, and I heard him punching the glass, breaking and cracking it with his bare fist. I ran out through the front door and started banging on the other neighbor's doors to wake them up, but that didn’t work. I saw him chasing after me, and I ran through the street screaming for help at the top of my lungs. I saw very distant flashing lights slowly approaching, and that’s when he fled the scene, over to his house. Probably to get his belongings and skedaddle out of this town like the bastard he is. I continued running toward the lights. And slowly but surely, the police car got close enough for me to tell the officers the hellish experience I went through, and pointed them at the evil bastard’s house. And I couldn’t sleep in my own house after that, so I stayed awake the whole night. I refused to sleep until I knew he was caught, and a couple of days later, I finally got it. He was arrested at the Canadian border after trying to smuggle in some drugs with him, and he was taken by the U.S. police and sentenced for what is to be believed as 24 counts of murder. He was sentenced to 475 years in jail for his crimes. Much information about the case isn’t out yet, but that’s fine. I want nothing more to do with him. I still have a lot of trouble sleeping at night, and I'm on sleeping pills as well. I'm usually just thinking that if he broke out, I’d be his first victim. And that I'd brutality pay for his jail time. [The End.] [This is my first horror story, so I hope you enjoyed it!]

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/161ji1z/my_neighbor_is_taking_out_multiple_trash_bags_to/

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BasementDweller00

Killer clown in my village

I am 16 years old and I live in a small village in austria. It started when i was in school and my teacher came in and told us that there is a Clown in Our area. We didn't think much of it until we saw him 2 hours later. He was standing in the schoolgarden. The cops were allerted and they assured us that He is gone. In the afternoon me and my friends were outside just chilling and then we saw him again. He had a knife He was just standing there. Than he walked away. And we have never seen him or heard of him ever again

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1622p9b/killer_clown_in_my_village/

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Hue_elias_Beham

The Unsettling Smile

The incessant dripping of a leaky tap jolted me awake. I blinked, trying to get my bearings in the dim room. But as my eyes adjusted to the murky light filtering through the blinds, I froze. Hovering inches above my face was the visage of a clown. Not the cheerful, balloon-toting variety. This was a hobo clown, with streaked, half-washed off makeup, a bulbous red nose, and a hat that had seen better days. His eyes were unreadable, and his smile... That smile seemed plastered on, an unending curve of unsettling mirth. My heart raced. Every rational fiber of my being told me to scream, to get up, to defend myself. But fear pinned me down, my voice trapped in my throat. The clown didn’t move. He simply stared, that smile never faltering. As the seconds dragged into minutes, my panic began to mingle with confusion. What did he want? Finding a shred of courage, I managed to croak out, "Who are you?" His eyes seemed to twinkle, but he remained silent. "Why are you here?" I pressed. The clown slowly sat back on his haunches, giving me a bit of breathing room. Then, in a voice raspy from disuse, he replied, "I'm here for the show." My mind raced, trying to make sense of his cryptic words. "What show?" He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "Life, sir. The grandest show of all. You see, every person I visit has a story. Some tragic, some comedic. And I, well, I'm just here to watch." I blinked in disbelief. "You watch people?" He nodded slowly, his hat bobbing with the motion. "Yes. Everyone's a performer in this circus of life." Though terrified, curiosity got the better of me. "Why me?" His eyes grew distant, reflective. "Because tonight, you made a choice. A choice that altered the path of your tale. I wanted to see how it unfolds." Memories of the previous day's events rushed in—quitting my job, ending a toxic relationship, deciding to move cities. Choices that had felt liberating. "But why the clown getup?" I asked. The hobo clown tilted his head. "Ah, appearances can be deceptive, can't they? Just like life. One moment you're laughing, the next you're crying. The duality of existence." I lay there, absorbing his words, the absurdity of the situation becoming increasingly evident. After a pregnant pause, he stood up, his movements graceful. "Well, I best be going. Other stories await." I sat up, still processing. "Will I ever see you again?" He grinned, that smile somehow more genuine now. "Perhaps. But remember, every choice you make writes a new chapter. Make it worth the watch." With a tip of his hat, he disappeared into the shadows of my room, leaving me with a heart pounding with fear, and a mind swirling with introspection. The hobo clown was gone, but his enigmatic words remained, a haunting reminder of the choices we make and the stories they tell.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/161y30k/the_unsettling_smile/

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CurrencyLonely4598

something began moving in my brothers head

it was like a vein, but it can move anywhere and looked very big. my brother reported headaches and an excruciating world of pain in his head. 2 weeks have passed and my brother started screaming from the top of his lungs. my mother panicked, thinking something had happened to him, and rushed towards the place where he was. she was then in horror of what she saw. my brother had is eyes being bitten off clean, and from what the thing was, it was eating the eyes. my school bus arrived later, I rushed to the school bus and started the day scared. after school I learned that octopuses can fit into very small spaces, I knew what it was then, it was an octopus, and octopus squeezed into my brothers head, and is eating his eyes. I told my mom to request a head surgery ASAP, after 2 weeks of waiting the day arrived, the doctor told my brother to lay in the bed, and injected something that made him unconscious. once the skin of the forehead was removed, it had been exactly what I thought it would be. it was an octopus, still munching into an eye of my beloved brother. the doctor sent it to the ocean after replacing they eyes and stitching back the fore head. after going back home with relief, I then got a news notification, saying that a person, reported had a cuttlefish in his brain. after reading the news I knew that this octopus species, does not work alone., and this was not the last we would see of them in terms of tragedies.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/162090x/something_began_moving_in_my_brothers_head/

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iminyourhouse9

Every night at 4:09 AM someone or something knocks on my door.

Every night at 4:09 AM someone or something knocks on my door. It all started on a dark Saturday night. I was laying in bed with my fast asleep snoring husband. I couldn’t sleep because of his snoring so I decided to read some stories on Reddit. When I checked the time it was 4:07 AM. Shit. I had been reading stories for 3 full hours. I set my broken phone on my white nightstand and decided to try to fall asleep. In my trying to tune out the snoring of my husband, thats when I heard it. 4 whole knocks on my front door. I checked the time, 4:09 AM. I was startled because of the noise and the fact that how could someone be knocking at the door so late? And if it was the neighbors that isn’t possible too because they left for a 2 week vacation a couple of days ago. I decided to ignore who ever it was because I sure as heck wasn’t going to get up at 4:09 AM see who it was and open the door. I couple of minutes later I drifted off to sleep. When I finally woke up I turned expecting to see my beloved husband beside me either sleeping or awake I saw something more horrifying. Something even after therapy that you were never going to forget. I saw my husband, my poor sweet old husband was surrounded by a pool of blood. He was missing what it seemed like 4 limps and he had 409 stab wounds all over his body. I screamed so hard I think I broke some glass and my neighbors even on their vacation in Hawaii heard me. When the police saw me they immediately knew I wasn’t the one who murdered him. He was a strong, tall and buff man. He was my man. And now he was gone. The funeral was a complete blur. I only remember crying hard while his mom and my mom held me. When I got home that night I decided to sleep on the couch. I couldn’t bear sleeping in that bed knowing that my husband was murdered there. It didn’t make sense to me how I didn’t wake up. How I didn’t hear anything. When I finally feel asleep thats when I heard the exact same 4 knocks. When I checked my watch it was exactly 4:09 AM. I decided to open the door. I thought maybe it was the neighbors had flown early to console me. When I opened the door all I saw was a package and a note. On the note it said: -it was me. I was the one who murdered your husband. If you don’t want to lose someone close to you again keep opening the door every night when I knock 4 times. You will continue to open the door until the very night I stop. I brought the package inside and when I opened it i was horrified. Inside the package were my dear old husband 4 missing limbs.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/161f6gd/every_night_at_409_am_someone_or_something_knocks/

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eve_lynner

The time I was visited by a ghost

I was around 4 at the time and I have no idea what I remember this I lived in a old house and my sister and me slept in the same room she got top bunk I got bottom. So living in that house was normal but one night I heard a knock on our bedroom door my sister was asleep. I ignored it but then the hallway lights turned on and I got up and checked since my dad liked to mess around and prank us. But nothing so I went back to bed. Then I heard it again *tap tap tap* the knock and I got up and then mist started coming into the room I tried waking up my sister and all she did was mumble it got cold. Then a ghost in rags came in it looked like a elder lady and I stayed frozen in fear and hid under the covers like a normal child but then when I look up again her face was pretty close to mine and she looked horrifying and she opens her mouth and she was going to do something but then,my sister wakes up and the ghost disseapers to this day I have no idea what the ghost was going to do but once I told my dad this story he said he never felt right about the room me and my sister slept in so ya. Great parenting there dad

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/161jkmx/the_time_i_was_visited_by_a_ghost/

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[deleted]

Why you should never trust everyone.

Me, (25 F) Is still terrified of this story even though it happened in 2010. Quick context: This was my sophmore year of highschool, and it was also my first year in this particular highschool (which i will not name for safety reasons). I met this girl whom i will not name, but call j. Me and J kicked it off pretty quickly since we had a lot in common. We both liked cheer, grades, and friends. She was my only friend the whole year. 2011, Febuary 16th was when everything changed quickly. We both got into huge argument over some dumb reason. Not 100% sure it was about this but im pretty sure it was over some popular guy who went to our schol, afyer that argument we didnt talk for a whole week since she didn’t show up to school. When she finally came back i was ready to apologize but.. Something felt strange around her? She had this HORRID smell that smelt like rotten stuff, and garbage. Her clothes had multiple rips in them and her face looked so pale. I came up to her and she just stared at me like i was some random old man. I told her honestly that i was very sorry for our arugumemt, But there was no respone. She just stared at me…I then looked sround and everyone one else was staring at me like i was a physco or something. Some random girl came up to me and said, and i quote “who are you talking to? Do you need to go to the guidence councler?” I looked at her, looked back..And i was gone..Time skip 2 weeks later and j still didnt show up..I turnd the news on and they said they found an unidentified teen girls body that has been decaying for at least 2 months..I looked at the screm and it was j..?? (I forgot to mention i was the school weirdo cause i was always talking to “ghosts.”

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/161j379/why_you_should_never_trust_everyone/

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Yourmomishot697

Nostalgia Typewriter

When I was a kid, my family went to a lot of garage sales. You find the coolest stuff—to a kid, anyway. Lava lamps, old joke books, cigar boxes—these things are treasures when you’re single digits. One Saturday morning, I was wandering someone’s lawn of junk while my mom haggled over second-hand clothes. I usually looked for books, though I was still learning to read. I liked the way they smelled, liked the crisp type on the yellowing pages. Every one felt like a treasure chest, and you never knew what would be inside. But what caught my eye that day wasn’t a book. Instead, I happened across an old, honest-to-God, ink ribbon typewriter. My mom was skeptical when I tugged on her sleeve and pointed to the clunky machine, but I suppose my enthusiasm convinced her. After a few more minutes of haggling, we left with a box full of clothes, a scuffed pair of shoes, and the typewriter in tow. \* I loved that thing. I spent hours typing away, giggling with glee every time the type guide slid home with a ding! Spelling wasn’t one of my strong suits, so what I produced was barely comprehensible, but it didn’t dampen my joy a bit. Eventually, the ink ribbon ran out. I begged my mom to buy another, but she refused. Instead, the typewriter went into the closet, and eventually, I forgot about it. \* My mother kept everything. “Packrat,” is what she used to call herself. I understand it—when you’re scraping by your whole life, you don’t want to get rid of something you might need one day. But it means cleaning out a house takes a long time. I didn’t find the typewriter until a few weeks in. It was sitting on the top shelf of the hall closet, nostalgic and neglected. Despite my recent grief, I smiled seeing it. There were good memories in this place, buried under the pain. I took it down, and with it came a rain of pages. The typewriter had sat on top of a pile of paper, now scattered around my feet. Some of the pages were fresh as untouched snow. Others were yellowed and wrinkled. But—I discovered as I picked them up—they were all blank. Shuffling them into line, I brought them to the kitchen for safekeeping. And there, under the old iron chandelier, I realized there were indentions. Someone had written on them, but not in ink. Curious, I dug around in the junk drawer until I found a pencil. Starting with the oldest page, I gently shaded over the indentations, revealing the hidden words. They were disjointed, some letters and even whole words missing. But the jist of it remained. *don t know why I ev n try with th t girl. S metimes I jus thi k ab ut driv ng aw y in the mid le of night and nev r coming ba k. She d wake up and wond r where I gone Wou d she cry If sh did she d deserv it* My mouth went dry. I kept shading, revealing more messages, accumulated over years. *Lit le c nt thinks she s al that Who doe she think she s struttin around in that tiny sk rt like a whor* *Why did I ha e a kid It s only mad my life wo se I can t go anywhe e or do any hing I wish she d never be n born* *Ka la s been in the hosp tal for thre we ks and it s been so nice arou d the ho se wit out her S metimes I dre m she di d and I wak up and I m disappointed I was thinkin ab ut putt ng so ething in her food maybe blea h but that d mn nurse is so nosy She s always a king what I m doing and goin on and o about how swe t K yla is I just wa t to say Well then YOU be her mot er then* In the end, I sat at the center of 53 papers, filled from end to end with hidden vitriol, finally revealed after 30 years. I guess I never really knew my mother after all.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/161hmyx/nostalgia_typewriter/

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firesidechats451

Phone flashlight didn’t work at 3:33 am

Bro i don’t even know what happened but i was still awake at 3 am yk and i had to pee so i went to the bathroom downstairs while the lights were out so i turned on my phone flashlight (it was 3:31 am) and then when i was done it was 3:33am, so i was going back to my room and had to turn out the flashlight otherwise i would probably walk into a wall or some shit so i grabbed my phone out of my pocket and tried to turn on my flashlight but it just won’t turn on no matter how many times i clicked on it and fyi my flashlight always works, it has never not worked before so it kinda creeped me about that it just stopped working at exactly 3:33 anyway that’s it

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/161rxxi/phone_flashlight_didnt_work_at_333_am/

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sunoolover1222

Orbit of Hope: Surviving Earth’s Darkest Hour

Dr. Elena Ivanova and Commander Jack Mitchell had been orbiting Earth aboard the International Space Station (ISS) for six months. Bound by science and the vastness of space, their nationalities as a Russian cosmonaut and an American astronaut seemed insignificant . The beauty of Earth from space fostered friendship rather than division. One fateful day, as the pair was conducting an experiment, the emergency communication line buzzed to life. Jack's face paled as he listened to the message from NASA. Minutes later, Elena received her orders from Roscosmos. The Earth, their home, was at war. Nuclear missiles had been launched by both Russia and the US. The blue planet they had been admiring was now being engulfed in mushroom clouds and radiating an eerie glow. The silence that followed was palpable, each absorbed in the weight of their own thoughts. Then came their respective final orders—each was to eliminate the other. A precaution, both agencies argued, to prevent potential retaliation or sabotage aboard the ISS. Eyes locked, a million words passed between them. The weight of their orders, the gravity of their situation, loomed large. The ISS, once a symbol of unity, had now become a microcosm of Earth's chaos. Jack made the first move, slowly moving towards the medical bay. Elena, equally hesitant, positioned herself between him and the station's communication array. "Jack," Elena whispered, her voice quivering, "we've shared stories, dreams... We've watched over Earth together. This... This isn't us." Jack's gaze was tormented. "I have my orders, Elena. Just as you have yours." A tense silence settled, both knowing that the limited resources on the ISS would make it a battle of wits rather than strength. Days passed, each taking turns sleeping, always keeping a watchful eye on the other. Elena considered tampering with the station's oxygen levels, while Jack thought of locking Elena out during her next spacewalk. But each time, the shared humanity held them back. One evening, as the desolated Earth rotated below, Elena approached Jack with a proposition. "What if," she began, "instead of eliminating each other, we find a way out together? The ISS has escape pods. We could aim for a neutral zone on Earth." Jack, looking down at the scarred planet, hesitated. "Do you think there's even a 'neutral' left down there?" But hope, often born from despair, nudged them forward. The duo worked diligently, recalibrating an escape pod's trajectory for the least affected area on Earth. However, as they were about to board the pod, a wrenching thought struck Elena. "Jack, if we go down there as a Russian and an American, we'll be targets. Maybe we should—" Jack interrupted, "Stay? And wait for resources to run out or for one of us to finally crack?" Silence. Then, with a resolute nod, Elena said, "No. We go down together, as humans." They boarded the escape pod, leaving behind the ISS and the weight of their orders. Hurtling towards Earth, they knew the descent would be perilous, the world unfamiliar. But they clung to a shared hope, that their unity, in the face of division, might be a small beacon in the aftermath of a world torn apart. They were not cosmonaut or astronaut, Russian or American, they were two souls, bound by a shared planet and a shared destiny.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/161ij7z/orbit_of_hope_surviving_earths_darkest_hour/

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CurrencyLonely4598

Scary

Me and my boyfrend loking in TV clock is ticking over from clock ⏰ is 3:32 is 1 minute im go house of me boy frend is go bed . Im not okay i hear horor sound. Like and subscribe for part 2

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Numerous-Passion3450

The Real Story of What Happened in the Wardrobe

This is the story of what happened to me –to Susan and Peter as well- years ago, when I was a child, inside the closet. Susan and Peter were my older brother and sister. They had been forcing me to play hide and seek again. I hated hide and seek, because that was when the really vicious side of Peter and Susan’s bullying came out. They made a point of jump-scaring me and reaching out from their hiding places and grabbing and pinching me. I had told Mom about it, and she told me to stop being a snitch and a wuss, and be grateful that my older siblings wanted to play with me at all. However, Mom wasn’t with us when that particular game was going on. As the pandemic raged on in the big city, we had been sent to live in the country with a relative, whom we called Auntie. I am not even sure, thinking back to it, if she really was a relative or not. Ed, my second brother, was immunocompromised, and we couldn’t risk staying in the city. Here, at Auntie’s place, the nearest neighbour was five acres away. It was a small house. The boys had to bunk in the basement, and Susan and I were given the only spare room. I could write so many more scarystories just about what Susan said and did during those nights we had to share. But this is the one special story where I was able to get away from her. Auntie was a “writer” and although part of the agreement with my parents was that she provide bare minimum homeschooling for us, she was remarkably unenthusiastic about it. We were left mostly to our own devices, running feral around the property. At least, Susan and Peter did. Ed was a nerd and mostly had his nose stuck in his laptop. And so I was left alone to deal with Peter and Susan. For some reason, they didn't bother Ed much. “Lucy! We’re coooooming!” hooted Susan “Ready or not” yelled Peter. Auntie was out for the day, which made them extra loud, and I desperately wanted them not to find me. The house was still unfamiliar to me, and I couldn’t think of a good hiding place. Hide and seek in a new place is actually awful. I found myself standing outside Auntie’s bedroom door, and I went inside, my heart beating fast as I could hear the pounding of Susan and Peter’s feet on the stairs, coming up to this floor. Auntie’s closet was an obvious place to hide, and as the sound of their feet grew closer, I realised I had no other choice. I pulled open the closet-door and slipped in among the musty-smelling dresses and scarves hanging in there. I held the closet door close but I was very careful not to fully shut it, as I knew how foolish it would be shut myself inside a closet. And yet the hanging dresses and scarves, which felt luxuriously silky seemed to draw me into the closet. I took a small step further in, my other hand reaching out to feel the back of the closet. The bedroom door opened and I heard Susan cackling “Lucy, you stupid bitch, you might have tried. You’re in the closet, aren’t you?” I took a step back deeper into the closet. “You’re no fun Lucy!” I heard Peter say in a low threatening voice, far more menacing than Susan’s shrill cackles. “You have to do better than this.” I let go of the closet door and took a couple of more steps inside the closet. A cold draft swept around me, and a soft white light was shining in the wrong direction. Although I was confused, I was more scared of what was waiting outside the closet for me than whatever was happening inside the closet. I stepped deliberately towards the light. “We’re coming to get you Luuuuucy!” they both sang, and the closet door began slowly opening. I felt something cold and crunchy beneath my feet, and with two more steps, I was standing in a snow-covered forest of dark evergreens. A creature with a friendly smile and kind brown eyes stopped and looked at me curiously. “Are you lost, Daughter of Eve?” I looked back over my shoulder. I could make out the gleaming silky dresses and scarves through the branches. It looked like they were moving, wrapping themselves around Susan and Peter- and I could see their arms and legs flailing around. Almost- as if the dresses and scarves were attacking them. I could hear the sounds of them shrieking, but I couldn’t tell if it was from pain or anger. The snow-covered trees muffled the sound. My feet were getting wet. I blinked. I glimpsed a bright red sequined scarf wrap itself around Susan’s neck and pull, her eyes bulged horribly and her fingers scrabbled at the scarf. A shiny black dress lay on Peter’s back, the sleeves wrapping around his arms and pulling them backward sharply, his mouth was open and he was screaming, but the noise was becoming fainter and fainter, and the snow-covered branches were moving, obscuring the scene. I stared in terror, unable to move. “Ahem”. The creature waiting for me coughed politely. “I…I’m not lost” I stuttered. And then I burst out “But I am starving! Peter took my breakfast. And my feet are soaked.” “Oh dear,” said the creature. “That won’t do, will it. Come with me, I have absolutely tons of the yummiest brunch you could imagine, strawberries and waffles and loads of maple syrup, and we’ll have a lovely time together. And I can get you fresh dry socks and boots- I don’t believe your feet are that much smaller than mine. And then I’ll bring you back right here, so you can go home.” It held out its furry paw to me. I reached out, took its paw, and smiled at the kind creature. “Ok! Let’s go.” And we trotted off together, under the snowy trees, chatting away like old friends. I returned home later. No-one realised I had gone for hours. Susan and Peter had been taken away, and the rest of my life turned out quite nicely with them no longer around to hurt me.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/160wmh3/the_real_story_of_what_happened_in_the_wardrobe/

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1000andonenites

Something has been roaming around in my streets

So there is this thing with a terrible screech, it sounded like nails on a chalk board. Anyway, it’s been in my neighborhood for about have a month now. No one can really leave, well they can but just have to time it right when the creature is in the woods near are neighborhood me and my parents have gotten passed it’s few times, other people haven’t been so lucky. The air has had this rotting smell do to the blood and corpses. The weird thing I’ve notice is it ate the legs, head, and arms, just leaving the torso obviously. The creature doesn’t really break into any one’s houses but I think that happened once at misses sears house, I hope she died quickly and painlessly. Oh what a nice lady she was, she baked us cookies really treated us like her grandchildren, nothing ever bothered her, I’m tearing up just righting this. A thick fog has rolled in and more casualties. The monster seems to be growing more violent by the day. Soooo today I looked out my window and saw the monster. It wasn’t that scary in my opinion it looked mostly like a Wendigo and I didn’t even believe in that sorta thing lol. The situation has been getting better the Wendigo thing hasn’t been seen for a few weeks and he fog has gone away so if there is anything else like this I will make another post

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/161mnyu/something_has_been_roaming_around_in_my_streets/

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Bigbean512

"The Stairway Stalker" Creepypasta

https://youtu.be/OBiiVO8Q9Mo?si=F9G-2GSDdCLi4\_ds

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CREEPS--

Garbage

\----------------- TW: light implied SA and a bit of gore/violence \------------------- I took out the trash. I suppose I should start this like many others do by telling you a bit about myself. I live in a college town. You know the type; during the school year the few roads in town are packed with young students stumbling from bar to bar exploring their new found independence; filling hookah shops with clouds of smoke, loud and rowdy in the same streets that the regular citizens avoid September through June. Then during breaks the older folks, who had lived there before the rambling university truly blossomed and overtook its populous, climb out of their time capsule homes to cautiously fill up on supplies avoiding any of us stragglers no matter how quiet we are. The town is kept alive by the elders who peaked in college and never left or those of us who remain on the outskirts with nowhere to go. I grew up with a single mother who didn't try, and an uncle who made me afraid of the outside world. The moment I got my acceptance letter though it was like finding my golden ticket amongst a million chocolate bars. Finally I would be free of the dark hellscape that had consumed me for 18 years. A naturally petite young woman I was raised to be quiet, delicate and timid. I wasn't to speak unless I was spoken to, and on the rare occasion I did the sting of a hand was quick to fill my red cheeks with raw regret. Everyday the same routine, wake up, wash away the putrid turmoil of the night, eat breakfast alone if I was lucky, quietly go to school, clean up the mess of the day left by the so-called adults in my life, prepare dinner and eat it without breaking eye contact with my plate. I felt each bite I swallowed hit my stomach as knots formed constantly afraid I'd have to hear his voice asking me 'how my day was?' The drag of their forks across the white ceramic unnervingly breaking the silence. I was quick to do the dishes so I'd have enough time to lock myself away and get lost in my assignments until the knock came. Each night without fail it was always on time. Three swift knocks was my signal that it was time to go to bed. Knock Knock Knock Time to face the darkness that I'd trained myself to get lost in. I'd shower away the safe moments of the day, climb under my covers and prepare for the nightly onslaught of horrors that awaited me. I hid the letter from everyone the day it arrived. I had no friends to tell, and no family I wanted to know. Quietly I began packing things up that were important to me. Little by little they'd disappear into the bag under my bed. The only bag I planned to take with me. I scraped together what money I could find lost in the sofa cushions or left drunkenly tossed on an end table. The time came to make my escape, I bought a one-way bus ticket and ran. My first year I'd managed to collect enough with financial aid and loans to live in a dorm. I got a job as a server at a little restaurant in town that was decently popular on the weekends. Unfortunately tips were hit or miss with the college crowd. Still something was better than nothing. I saved every dollar I made so that when this year came I would be able to rent a house with the few friendly acquaintances I had. It's not much, a small kitchen, two tiny bathrooms, a decent living room, and 3 bedrooms. My roommates have all left for the Summer and I haven't spoken to anyone in my family for two years now. I revel in the peace and quiet every night. Being able to turn on the tv and watch a show at my leisure, blast my music while I sing in the shower, dance while I avoid daily chores and watch makeup tutorials on the internet. This is my life now, no one else's, no one can take this from me ever again. I won't let them. I will never be commanded by a knock again. Days are wonderful. They're easy and smooth, and the warm summer sunlight comforts me even on the ones I'm trapped under the fluorescent glow of the restaurant lights pouring cups of lukewarm coffee for the regulars and serving up the pie of the day. The nights are different. My instinct for routine sinks in as an effort to avoid them. My boss does his best to make sure my shifts are earlier in the day, and if they aren't I can usually find someone willing to trade me. People like the dinner shift they'll make more in tips. I don't care about the tips when it comes to survival. A part of my routine is that whenever I get home from work I take the trash out. That way it doesn't have to sit in the kitchen; the pungent odor of filth mingling with the stale humid summer air that settles across the house. Everyday my routine is the same and every Wednesday the blue plastic can gets dragged down the driveway to the curb for Thursday morning pickup. Things were different on this Wednesday though. I'd seen him in the restaurant before, and I knew he was a student who most likely lived somewhere in my neighborhood. Dorms closed during the summer, but the homes typically brimming with students around me were still available to rent although sparsely populated. I was cautious of most everyone, but especially men given my past. He ran his fingers through his dark brown curls and smiled at me ever so slightly from across the room. He was certainly handsome, and if I had to guess probably a senior or maybe even a grad student. My coworker Tina sauntered over, she was in her mid 40's and genuinely hated her job, but worked to escape her kids on the Summer mornings. "He's asking for you. Go ahead and take him," she said nodding to the stranger’s table. My hands began to shake as I slowly walked over. Beads of sweat forming on the back of my neck causing my hair to stick to it. I shakily poured him a cup of coffee sloshing it over the edge, I rushed and apologized as I went to wipe up my mess. His hands were warm as he gently took my wrist, "it's ok," he said ever so softly. His eyes were so kind and soothing. This was something I'd never noticed in other men before, and it made me feel so wonderful. My cheeks filled with blood as a heat like the sun consumed me. The tremors that had wracked my body subsided as his calming voice filled me with peace. He released my wrist and slid his soft fingertips ever so softly over the back of my hand as he moved to take the rag from me and wipe up the spill. He quickly cleaned up the mess and placed the cloth back in my palm. "There, all better, now if you don't mind I'd really like a slice of peach pie." His smile was so perfect it left me speechless. I couldn't do anything more than nod and return with his slice. He quickly ate in silence and before I knew it he'd slipped out of the restaurant leaving $40.00 on the table with a note simply saying, "see you soon." I gratefully pocketed my generous tip and returned my apron to the hook behind the kitchen door. Tina stopped me as I was pulling my tote bag out of my locker. "Hey kiddo," she handed me a brown bag that smelled like the diners fried chicken, "one of my table's had an emergency and left before I could bring their order out. Boss told me to just go ahead and take it. Do you want it? This one meal won't go far with my family." I greedily took the bag from her and slid it into my tote squeaking out a polite "thanks," before leaving. The sun was still bright as I stepped out onto the eerily quiet street. Summer in this town was so different from city life. "Oh! Hi," a familiar voice spoke from behind me. I turned and was consumed by his deep brown eyes, "hi," I said ever so softly. I wasn't sure how to speak to him. This young man wasn't like my uncle or any of the other men that had passed by me in life. "Sorry, I swear I'm not stalking you," he laughed scratching the back of his neck, "I just stopped into the bookstore and kinda lost track of time. Now I'm about to sound like a stalker, but do you need a ride home or do you want to get some food?" My guard went up instantly, suddenly the safe haven I had felt in his presence was becoming invaded by the prickly spines of anxiety that had haunted me all my life. I had to convince myself he was just being nice and there were no ulterior motives. My hands gripped the strap of my tote tightly as the walls of my horrific past closed in around me. Reminding me that I cannot trust men. "Thank you, but I'll be fine. It was nice meeting you," with that I turned to make my way home. The entire walk home I kept looking over my shoulders in paranoia being met with the empty world around me. I sidled up the driveway spotting the overflowing trash can at the side of the house. I knew I should take it down now, but no one else had theirs down yet. The heat was causing a volatile odor to escape that would surely attract animals from far and wide. The rumble in my stomach made me aware of just how hungry I was as the bag of chicken crinkled in my tote. I bypassed the trash for now and went straight to the microwave happy to reheat my free meal. Once it was done and the comforting aroma of the diners' fried chicken filled the house I plopped down on the well-used second hand sofa and picked a new romcom to stream while I gobbled it down with ferocity. Food was so expensive so any protein I could get was always welcome. I must have dozed off in a food coma because I woke up to the glow of the streaming service menu and a scattering of greasy bones and crispy crumbs around me in the dark room. The night sky peered at me through the open curtains. I stood up to quickly draw them closed afraid of someone watching me. It was then I caught sight of the neighbor's blue plastic can on the curb a few doors over. "Fuck," I mumbled remembering my own can overflowing with putrid garbage. I scooped up the bones and tossed them into the grease stained brown bag on the kitchen table flicking on the light as I stumbled down the side stairs to toss out the bird remains. I shoved the lid down as hard as I could before I started dragging the can down the driveway. The plastic bottom scraping loudly letting the whole world know I was not in sync with my normal routine. As I fought with it wiggling it to the edge of the curb I caught a shadow out of the corner of my eye. My heart raced, the pulsating blood rushing to my head the only sound I could hear. Who or what did that shadow below to? I steadied my breathing as I convinced myself it was just some large rodent attracted to my trash can filled with a week's worth of shame and mistakes. I quickly walked back up the driveway and felt a rush of relief as I stepped over the threshold onto the linoleum. Spinning on my heels I rapidly bolted all of the security locks on the door. Each click brings a wave of peace over my tense body. I pressed my head against the doorframe as I closed my eyes and steadied my breathing. I opened my eyes to turn back to the tv ready to fill my brain with more useless media. The dark night sky greeted me through the window as the panic came back. I closed it right? No I couldn't have. I must have gotten distracted. I rushed over to the window gripping the curtains with white knuckles as I took another lingering look out over the street. The empty road glowed under the yellow street lamps. Shadows of trees looming long into the night. Their branches like extended fingers tickling at the edge of my imagination. My full trash can, the only addition to this play of shadows since I last looked out. Darkness filled the windows of every home around me. I pulled the curtains tightly closed making sure any sight of the outside world disappeared from my view. I sat back on the sofa as I heard a slight creak come from somewhere in the house. No. It was in my head. It’s just the house settling. It’s old and me sitting on the couch obviously triggered a board somewhere else to move. That was it… but what if? No. No one followed me home. I was sure of it. I was always sure of it. I kicked my feet up on the sofa staring at the glare of the kitchen light on the tv screen. “Damn it,” I said under my breath, but no sooner did I swing my feet back to the floor that the light flicked off. I dug my fingers into the cushion of the sofa. No. This isn’t happening. I quickly hashed out a plan, run, grab a knife out of the block on the counter and flip on the light. Confront them. That's what I had to do. Adrenaline took over as I turned and vaulted over the back of the couch, my feet landing on the cool kitchen linoleum with ease. My instincts to live consuming my thoughts as hot blood pulsated through my veins. My hand firmly gripping the wooden handle of the knife. Ready to sink the cold steel blade into my intruder. I flipped on the light switch and was met with darkness. I flipped the switch again and still nothing. The damn light had just burned out. I dropped the knife with a clatter as I laughed to myself leaning against the counter with relief. Closing my eyes to steady my breathing. How could I be so stupid? Creak I held my breath, this was not my imagination. I had not moved. This was not the house settling. I scrambled to reach for the knife as I worked to steady my breathing. That was when I heard it. Ever so softly it echoed down the empty hall. Knock Knock Knock The spines of anxiety assaulted me with their stabbing pain breaking through my safe little bubble. No. Not again. Tears of rage welled up in my eyes as my grip on the knife tightened. “No,” I whispered. Knock Knock Knock “Fuck off!” I screamed, finding my voice for the first time in my life. This monster had ruined my life, I wouldn’t let him control me anymore. I slowly walked down the hall towards the sound. Knock Knock Knock “Get out,” I whimpered again as I got closer to the room, the knocks from within growing louder. The thought of seeing him made me sick. The greasy chicken turned in my stomach. Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock As the pace of my heart quickened the knocks became rhythmic. My hand shook as I reached for the knob, the knocks pounding in my ears. I screamed as I flung open the door to an empty laundry room. The knocks ceased simultaneously. I was losing my fucking mind. Knock Knock Knock I flew down the hallway stopping at the front door, seething with rage as I peered through the peephole. A head of curly brown hair sat under the moonlight. I latched the safety chain and carefully pried open the door, “what?” I asked bluntly. “Oh hi,” his smile was no longer warm or comforting. It was terrifying. He slammed his body into the door as the little chain keeping me safe from the outside world snapped. The brute force of the door knocked me to the floor. No, not again, this wasn’t happening again. I struggled under his weight. His hands pawed at my wrists buckling them to the ground. I kicked with my knees trying to hit anything as I heard his shoes squeak against the wood floor of the foyer. His hot breath like rotten peaches on my face as he held me down. Before I could realize what was happening he stopped. I felt the warm trickle of his blood drip down my arm. I caught my breath as I released the knife in his abdomen. Pushing him off of me. The metallic stench of death filled the room as his heart struggled to beat. Fighting against all odds to keep the blood circulating in his system. I stood up staring at him as he lay on the floor of my foyer, his crimson life source staining his tan jacket and pooling around him. Droplets of it soaking into my white blouse. “Who are you?” I asked, kicking him in the stomach. He groaned, “I work with your uncle. Where is he? He’s been missing for over a week.” I looked away, “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him in two years.” He gasped, failing to pull the knife from himself, “he came to see you.” “He didn’t know where I was, no one knew,” I said as the rage boiled inside of me. “That’s a lie. How do you think I found you? He told me about you bitch. He told me what you are. What you do!” I dropped to my knees and began crawling towards him. My bare feet slapping against the wood floor. My hands instinctively poised into a claw-like grasp. Animal instinct kicking in as I scurried in a spider-like motion. The smell of his warm blood filled my senses. “He told you what I do? Did he tell you what he does? Did he tell you what he did to me? I’ve been really good since I got away. I’ve been smart about everything. I know how to control myself when I need to without the extra pressure from my dear sweet uncle on top of me.” I whispered into his ear as I sucked his blood off of my fingers. Slowly savoring the warm fresh taste. “Please just let me go,” he whimpered. “Even if I did it wouldn’t matter, you’d die,” I listened to the beat of his heart slowing with each pump. “He taught me you know? It’s how you survive when you have nothing. It keeps you alive, and keeps you healthy. The best part is it’s free!” I let out a cackle in his ear as I ripped the knife from his abdomen. “Please,” he gasped out his breathing barely a shallow whisper. His face was the familiar pale and tawdry look that all of my prey had the moment before everything went dark for them. “Do you want to see my uncle? I can take you to him? The can is a bit full, and his meat was far too tough to even bother with, but I can take you to him.” I laughed as I slipped my hands under his arms dragging his lifeless body to the kitchen. \-------- The sun rose peeking at me ever so gently through the curtains, a soft kiss of warmth over my sweat soaked brow. I leaned the blood drenched axe against the table as I wrapped up what parts of him weren’t salvageable in trash bags. I stripped off my clothing and stepped into the shower to wash away the putrid turmoil of the night. I lugged the bag of fresh garbage to the curb lifting it on top of the pile of rotting flesh buried in bags beneath. It’s a good thing the trash man hadn’t come by yet. Leaving this out for a week in the Summer heat might attract some attention. I wandered back into the house. Carefully carving away the selection of fatty meat I had chosen and frying it up in my cast iron skillet. Food was so expensive any protein I could get was always welcome. Today was a good day because today I took out the trash.

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Pearl725

Two-Thirty AM

She hummed to herself as she worked. Sam was in her office, sequestered away in the corner of the storage area, camera feeds adorning the wall to her front. Lost in thought and work. She glanced off at the cameras again, all very calm. The store was peaceful at this hour, the perfect time to gaze off in the darkness of night. It wasn’t five more seconds before she heard a knock on the door to the right, shattering the sense of tranquillity. It was David, one of her subordinates, panic in his eyes. Sam quickly leaned over to the handle and gave it a pull. He was breathing heavily, a stream of sweat rolling down his face. “Did you see anyone go into the bathroom on cams?” he asked her in a panicked voice. “No, it’s been clear for a least fifteen minutes,” she replied, surprised at his distress. “I heard a crash coming from front of house, sounded like someone slipping and falling.” “Oh shit, did Mike hear it too?” “Yeah, so did Evelyn, and she was near front counter at the time.” “Ok then, let’s go check it out. Maybe a customer came in without any of us noticing. You know they'll sue us if they hurt themselves.” Samantha stood out of her chair and stepped out into the store. She saw Evelyn working the fry station, with a concerned look on her face. She saw Dave close behind as they walked across the grease-slick floor, past the prep table, and to the front counter. She saw Mike distressed at the register. She saw the bathroom, seething in anticipation. “Hello?” she called. “If you are hurt, please let us know!?” Nothing. She walked over to the women’s door, as Dave did the same for the men’s. Pulling down on the handle, the door opened. The light was harsh, shining with a fluorescence comparable to the sun. Lying on the ground, was nothing. The room remained calm, except for the glimmering bulb above her. “Anything on your side? All clear for me.” Dave called from the other room. “No, it’s clear here as well,” she responded. The calm restored. “David, were you just fucking with me?” she asked in a harsh tone. “No, we all heard that,” he replied earnestly. “I’m gonna go check the cam recordings,” Sam said as she began walking back to her office. “If there really is nothing, I’m going to be a lot more pissed than I am right now.” Sam entered her office and began searching through the recordings. She panned back about 20 minutes until she saw it. Brutal, blinding light beamed from under the bathroom door. David was afraid. He heard it. He heard that scream. He must have. Why wasn’t something there? Why wasn’t there an accident? There should have been. Rather than nothing. Samantha was euphoric. The light wasn’t scary, it was a friend. She shouldn’t be afraid. She loves the light. The light loves her. The light comforts. The light accepts. Join the light. A shriek cried out from the office. David nearly fell over from the shock. “Sam? Mike? Evelyn?” Nothing. He rushed over to the office, a thick coat of sweat covering his body. He banged on the door, “Sam!” he screamed. She wasn’t there. Only an overwhelming white light pounded from the office window and into his eyes. Suddenly, the glass shattered forth, cracking into countless pieces as they flew into David’s soft flesh. He slumped forward, crumpling into the ground with a squelch. A pool of blood began to collect on the floor, mixed with little chunks of David's burning hot body.

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ReeKarp

Scary story

So when I was like 5 I was asleep and my mom was up my mom looks outside when she went into the kitchen and she saw a shadow man standing in our backyard it was staring at out house so the next day we woke up and called a lot of people and we had a ceremony at my house and we asked out neighbors about what happened and our neighbors said that saw it to the neighbors said it was just staring at our house for like an hour without us noticing my mom couldn’t go to sleep that night we never saw it again

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Spooderman4631

Watching over Patient 42

Congratulations! Your weeks of hard work and dedication to the Kaktovic Private Hospital have finally paid off! Thanks to your weeks of hard work, you have been assigned to watch over Patient 42, one of the more... interesting patients here in the Pysch Ward. To ensure the safety of you and the rest of the facility, we have some rules and instructions that we recommend you follow. To listen to these rules and instructions please press 1. To hear about the compensation you are receiving for your work here, please press 2. To contact- You have pressed 1. The instructions are as follows: 1. Patient 42 is to be in her room at all times. The reinforced door should already be locked. If the door is unlocked, she will escape. She will find you. You can not stop her. Refer to rule 8 for further instructions 2. Never look at Patient 42 directly for more than 3 seconds. She can sense it, even through a camera. Failure to do so will result in the patient growing violent, breaking open the door, and tracking you down. She will find you. You can not stop her. Refer to rule 8 for further instructions. 3. Make sure to always keep your eyes on the cameras, never looking away from them. You may blink, but not for too long. We realise that this may be difficult for some people to stare at a couple of screens for 8 hours straight, so we have kindly provided you with high caffeine energy drinks. They will be located in the mini fridge underneath the desk. Do not check the caffeine content, as we can assure you it is a unlethal amount. If you do find yourself looking away however, she will escape. She will find you. You can not stop her. Refer to rule 8 for further instructions. 4. If Patient 42 begins to scratch or bang on the door, press the yellow button next to this phone. This will deliver a 3.21 megavolt shock into the patient, and although she may look harmed by it, we can assure you that, to her, it's just a little zap. If you do not deliver the shock, she will break the door down. She will find you. You can not stop her. Refer to rule 8 for further instructions. 5. If at any time patient 42 begins to scream, cover your ears, close your eyes and drop to the floor quickly. This is the only exception to rule 3. The frequency she emits is powerful enough to make your ears and eyes explode. She may scream for 5 seconds or 5 hours. To check if she has stopped screaming, open your eyes. Can you feel them about to pop? If so, close them before it's too late. If not, quickly hurry to check the cameras. She should be crying. This is normal. Do not feel sympathic. If you fail to follow this instruction, she will use it as a chance to escape. She will find you. You can not stop her. Refer to rule 8 for further instructions. 6.At 12pm, it will be her lunch time and at 7pm, it will be her dinner time. There will be a green button located on the wall to your right. Only press it on these exact times. Failure to do this will result in scenario 6a or 6b. Her food should automatically be dropped in through the roof. Do not be alarmed by what she is eating. 6a If you've fed her too late, she will grow restless and escape one way or another. She will find you. You can not stop her. Refer to rule 8 for further instructions. 6b If you've fed her too early she will grow immune to the 3.21 megavolt shock you may attempt to administer as she breaks down the door. She will find you. You can not stop her. Refer to rule 8 for further instructions. As a way of gratitude she may decide to keep you alive. This does not exempt you from any consequences. As there will be some... extreme disciplinary action after your shift is completed. 7. If you notice that she is not in her room, you have failed one of the steps listed above. She will find you. You can not stop her. Refer to rule 8 for further instructions. 8. In the result of an escape, you are to hit the red button underneath your desk. This will trigger a total lock down of the hospital, and keep her, as well as yourself, isolated from the rest of the hospital. She may come from the vent above you. She may come from the door behind you. You may run, but you can not stop her. If you press the button for any other reason, there will be extreme disciplinary action after your shift. 9. Throughout your shift, you may be slowly begin to go insane. The most common signs of this are: a decrease in the need to blink, swallow and breathe; severe sweating; restlessness; repeating anything more than once; hallucinations; extreme decrease in all senses; and smelling burnt toast. To prevent total insanity, we recommend you shock yourself every few hours with the yellow taser you are equipped with. We can not help you if you go insane. We can not help you if you go insane. 10. By the end of your shift, another employee will enter to take over. Make sure they are prepared and ready to perform their duties. Once you have confirmed that they are ready, you may exit the office and go home. 11. It is expected that you will not tell anyone what you do here at Kaktovic Private Hospital. You signed up for this. You may not resign, and any missed shifts or discrepancies will be noticed. If you do not meet any of the expectations that we have set, you will erased from existence. No one will find you. No one will remember you. No one will remember you. Thank you for listening. If you need the instructions to be repeated, please press 1. To hear about the compensation you are receiving for your work here, please press 2. To contact the reception for any questions regarding your work, please press 3. To contact complaints department for any complaints around working conditions, pay, or unpaid overtime please press -----------------. Once again, thank you for working at Kaktovic Private Hospital, we hope you enjoy your shift. Goodbye.

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Apple727

Rules for using my laptop

Hello there, if you are about to use my computer, if I either offered or you asked. These are rules for using my computer 1: if you log into the laptop the wallpaper should be of a light house with a yellow light on if not refer to rule 2a-2b 2 a: if the wallpaper is of a lighthouse with a red light on, do not freak out, leave the lid open and grab the hammer from the the dresser and smash the screen. 2 b if the wallpaper is of a lighthouse with the light turned off, death is imminent. 3 never take the laptop off of the desk something... Unholy lives under it and it will kill you if you move the laptop from the desk 4 if the cat was on the bed when you walked in take the laptop with you to the bed and sit next to him he will protect you from the demons. 5 if the cat gets on the desk with you or sites on the computer, let him he can sense if something out of your control is coming and he will fight them off 6 if the cat isn't in the room at all, bash your skull in with the previously mentioned hammer, without the cat there is nothing to protect you from them, the demons will make your death way more painful then if you do it yourself 7 if you survived the demons,and finished whatever you needed to do you will turn off the laptop and walk out of the to, you won't remember the experience but you will know that the you got done what you intended

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SkellyKingGamingYT

A night with the scarecrow

Aughhh...Henrietta! You moron....how did you end up in the barn? You're not supposed to be in there that late at night....ugh. I didn't want to waste my time, I told you to stay out of the barn! Now I have to waste my time writing out these rules... Why do I care if you're in the barn? Because that's not a normal barn, obviously!!! 1. So....you're in the basement, and it's late at night. Prepare for Hell. First things first, don't fall asleep. You'll be too vulnerable if you fall asleep. 2. You're going to see a tall scarecrow in the corner of the room. That's your friend for tonight (I say friend, I mean a looming threat...) The first thing you should NOT do is attempt to run out that door, it's locked and you won't be able to open it...and that'll make the scarecrow attack you quicker, we don't want that. 3. If the scarecrow turns to look at you, stare at him until he turns his back once more. 4. If the scarecrow talks to you, ignore it...He'll be able to get you under the influence easier if you speak to him. 5. If the scarecrow EVER approaches you, nothing can help you then...just prepare for the worst. Keep these rules though and you're less likely to have him approach you!... 6. Stay out of the hay bales, trust me....just stay out of the hay bales...unless you want to be ruthlessly torn apart by the shadows. 7. Stay in the light. Light is your best friend...Darkness is your enemy within this barn... Those are all the rules I have for you to survive...follow them to the finest detail to ensure your survival... Please...survive this night and NEVER go into the barn again after this Henrietta!

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Inevitable_Cookie_74

How to survive The Factory. (Part 1)

I had just lost my job. I could barely afford to feed myself. I almost lost all hope... until I heard about The Factory. The factory was a meat packaging facility based in my area. I had never really heard much about the factory, but when I saw an ad online for the position of a nighttime security guard, I knew I had to look into it. The pay wasn't very good, but it was my only option. I applied for the job. Later, an unknown number called and told me that I got the job. It turns out I was the only applicant. They asked me a few questions and then sent me the coordinates for the factory. My shift was to begin at 7 p.m. and end at 3 a.m. Later that night, I was driving toward the location of the factory. I arrived 25 minutes before the shift began. The parking lot in front of the factory was completely deserted except for a few cars here and there. I entered the building and walked to the front desk. "Hello!" The receptionist told me with a smile, "I assume you're the new security guard coming today?" "Yeah, that's me." "Great, your office is on floor B2, first door on the right," she said, handing me my office keys. I walked to the elevator and went inside, pressing the button for floor B2. My office was right where she said it would be. I unlocked the door and went in. The office had one desk facing the wall, with monitors stacked on top. There was a glass window next to the door that let me see out into the hallway. I sat down in my chair, and I noticed one of the drawers had a sticky note on it that read "Open Me:)". I opened the drawer and found all the equipment I would need for the job. a taser, flashlight, and walkie-talkie. There was a folded piece of paper at the bottom of the drawer. I picked it up and read it. **Rules to guard the factory** If you are reading this, you have been assigned to guard the most dangerous floor of the factory. It is of the utmost importance that you read these rules if you want to survive. Disclaimer: Rules are not guaranteed to help you survive. The owners of the factory will not be held responsible for any injuries or loss of life while in the factory. 1.Every night at 8 p.m., two workers will bring livestock down to your floor. Your job is to make sure nothing gets out while they are delivering the product. Do not make any comment on the appearance of the livestock. 2.Ensure no workers leave the facility except for the ones mentioned above. 3.In case of a containment breach, take the shotgun from the safe below your desk and deal with it. Try to kill it without damaging the meat. Our customers will not appreciate bullets in their meat. 4.If a worker tries to leave, use the taser. 5.Every hour, you are to play the audio tape in the left drawer over the PA system. This keeps the livestock happy. **~~6.Hugh the janitor is allowed to leave at any time.~~** 6.Following incident 4R, Hugh will not be allowed to leave under any circumstances. That's all. Thanks for choosing The Factory for your work. Good luck. [Part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/10fwsir/how_to_survive_the_factory_part_2/)

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Jumbled34

how to survive when the choppers come along.

Evening lad, you may have noticed that it seems that it's gotten darker faster than how it usually does. It's because of an event that happens in our neighborhood. They don't tell you about this when you just get a house here, but there's an event that happens every now and then. (which could end in your death if you don't follow accordingly) So: what is this event? The choppers. Helicopters, whatever you call them. Every now and then you'll hear the sound of something in the sky, something that seems to come and go. This is the choppers. They are airplane/helicopters that fly over the neighborhood every now and then. In any normal situation a helicopter wouldn't be a big deal, but trust me friend: these things aren't what they seem. They aren't metallic. They usually come for around and hour or so, but they can last longer. And if you want to survive: you'll need to follow these rules. Now, it's important to be at the right place at the right time. Example: you do not want to be outside when the event starts. Here's a few rules to follow to avoid that: 1. If it gets dark at 6, you shouldn't stay outside for long. 2. If you feel a sence of pure calm and tranquility you should probably run towards your house, that's how they get a lot of people. 3. If it's a workday or so, be wary. They know what days people are going to be out. But now, what exactly happens during the event? These things will fly, and try to find people. They are massive, you will know when they are above you. What happens when they find people? They make them disappear. No blood, no bones, they just make people they find stop being real. That may seem horrifying, and it is. So here's the rules to not be erased. 1. Don't go outside. It's simple really, you hear the choppers coming, and you go inside. 2. Don't let anything from outside get in. Don't let anyone inside. And cover up the windows. If they see you or another person they will stay longer. 3. They search by sight, not sound. This doesn't mean you should be blasting loud music though. It just means you should allow yourself to breathe. They only search by human sight though, if they see a light they won't suspect anything. But if you turn on a light, or you turn a light off while they are watching they will take notice of that. When the event starts don't do anything they would be able to see. 4. Don't pay attention to any sounds you may hear in your own house. The panic that they force you to feel can make audio hallucinations happen. If you hear something in your own house, you didn't. 5. Hide yourself, not your things. They have learned that we can make lure houses and now they search only for humans. We leave signals of life in an empty house and it keeps the rest safe, so you need to remember: you are what they are looking for, they won't care about already on lights or sound. They want you. 6. Don't make motion. That will make you easier to find. The less you move, the less they'll see. 7. Don't come out even when it's done. If it's night when they leave, then it should be day when you leave you house. You will never know when it's truly over, they will wait. You got that? I made the list as simple as possible so that you can understand quickly. Didn't you notice? It got dark at 5:59 pm today. Good luck, Lad.

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Mysterious_Bed9005

Do you get home my bus or Car?

Hello! If you are getting this letter that means one of two things You are now in 6th grade or you have transferred to our school in that case welcome! We have separate sets of rules for school and being in a vehicle being taken to or from school, Please follow these rules based on the letter, A bus, B Car, C at school, 1A) The bus will arrive at 7:08 and leave at 7:09 never late never early, if it's not there at 7:08 please go inside, This will never happen on your first day, We have insured this after all you need to meet your guide/mentor. 2A) Sit on even number rows such as 2, 4, 6, ect, Odd number rows such as 1, 3, 5 shouldn't be sat on unless your mentor specifically told you. 3A) Once you have met your mentor always sit next to them on the bus, they know more than you and will protect you if things go south. 4A) on the second day and after, open your laptop before you get in the bus and use it once you are on the bus until you have arrived at school. You may do anything on your laptop during this time, The laptops will always have Wifi on the bus and in a 10 feet radius from the bus if there is no Wifi, tell the bus driver "I can't I feel sick" They may try and convince you to come on, hold your ground, A fist fight will be better than going on, don't worry the bus driver won't remember a thing that happened yesterday, or anyone on. 5A) only talk to your mentor and everyone they deam to be safe if you disobey this rule you must be quiet and slowly get away from them, don't speak on the bus for the next 2 days. 6A) Ignore any screams, crying, begging, if any occur. If you see someone reacting, calm them down, "it's annoying don't you think?" THEY MUST AGREE. 1B) Leave the house by 7:20 keep the porch light off until then. You don't want the bus driver to think they left someone behind. 2B) Keep the driver's door locked at all times. Best if the original driver is still there when your at school. 3B) please be quiet, it's safer that way and makes the ride less horrific. 4B) Keep your face blank. Same as your mentors. If you see someone not as in, another passenger, or the driver please remide them that rule breakers are not tolerated. 5B) This way of transportation shall only be used for 250 days, until you have graduated college in your respective field. 1C) Do not listen to any music genre bellow Rock, Pop, Country. These genres they hate, you don't want them to associate you with it. 2C) Meet your mentor as soon as you get to school, only today you may be late to class. 3C) Be prepared to be pushed, shoved, or even stabbed if you don't get out of the way. We recommend doing this to others if you may be late to class. 4C) DON'T BE LATE FOR CLASS. If you are Text your mentor and RUN TO YOUR CLASS. If you can't find it go to the designated Safe room, It will be the safest place to be. 5C) Your computers are your easiest way to find safe spaces, always have it open in an emergency unless your mentor specifically told you to. 6C) If you get Ms. Bliss, Be thankful. Many try to be in her classes, She is very Kind and caring If an emergency breaks out and your mentor texts you to leave the class she may deliver a screech, DO NOT LISTEN TO YOUR MENTOR IF THIS OCCURS, IT IS NOT THEM. 7C) Mr. Bliss is very strict and hated for plenty of reasons. Study, take notes, Do whatever you can do to stay on his good side, unless you want a fate worse than death. 8C) RESPECT mentors, they know more than you and are superior, always. Train to be one! It will be most appreciated. 9C) if you know someone disobeyed the rules, Do not trust them. It's not them Thank you and please enjoy our WONDERFUL school! You may soon be one of the mentors if you follow all these rules to the dote! 😁

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ExcellentBet7180

K17-PXVI has gotten out of control.

UN announcer: K17-PXVI has dominated the world. Starting in Russia, it quickly got to high population countries like China and India causing it to infect billions of people in a matter of months. Because of some reason this virus can suppress the hosts immune system enough that it can take control of the victims brain, forcing them into a homicidal state. There is a 100% mortality rate and no cure. The symptoms of K17-PXVI is a Fever above 40C or 105F, violent coughing, sudden aggression and inability of speech. Afterwards, the victim will have epileptic seizures and eventually die. After about 1-2hrs the victim will regain “consciousness” without a pulse and begin to attack everything and everyone around them. Here are some rules so that you can survive. Rule 1. Don’t go to any largely populated cities. Every country on earth has been confirmed to at least have 1 case of K17-PXVI and largely populated cities are bound to have many victims. Go to less densely populated regions like the Outback if you are in Australia and the Amazons if you are in Brazil and attempt to build a civilisation there. More people, more infected. Rule 2. Do not drink any water from rivers and especially bottled water packed past 1st of January 2023. The virus travels by water and air. Rivers and lakes should be a last resort in case you run out of water. Also, the infected may hide underneath the water since they do not have lungs. The bottled water thing is very important as all water packed past the date is probably all infected with that virus. Rule 3. If anyone you know is showing signs of being infected, terminate them immediately. This is incredibly hard to do but by letting them live you are only delaying the inevitable and putting yourself in danger. If you are showing signs of the infected, commit suicide right away. Death is honourable and mutation is not. Beeeeep… WE ARE CURRENTLY GETTING ATTACKED BY MANY INFECTED, BROADCAST MAY SHUT OFF AT ANY TIME. The United States of America is now bombing every single country to stop the further outbreak of K17-PXVI. The missiles have been confirmed to contain nuclear warheads. Seek shelter in an underground place immedia- Beeeeep…. HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP HEL- We are happy. Join us. We will do it together. BOOM! The missiles hit and only a few people survived. Is this the end? No we will make it out alive. PART 2 COMING SOON.

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JustACuber1261

How to deal with me trying to get to you.

Congratulations. You pissed me off so much I want you to be punished. If you want to survive in case, here are some tips. 1. I will send you a message before I start attacking. 2. My first attempt is trickery. Notify family to not trust me if I do anything that seems like I'm trying to get in the house. 3. If I fail trickery, I may try deal making. I might make very nice deals that your family might even consider taking. 4. If the previous fails, I may try another way, some being disguising myself as things to lower suspicion, threats, bluffing. 5. If none of these work, I may have to just break in and do some not very family friendly things. 6. If you get through all of these previous ones, next is dealing with my creatures 7. First comes george, george will never physically appear. Avoid darkness during george's attacks. 8. Second is something I don't even know. You'll get tired and go to your room. Once inside, you'll hear odd noises that may lure you down. I can't even figure out what happens next. 9. Third, a mouse may come inside. His name is Roberto. If Roberto is present, that means I am taking a break. Use this to rest too. 10. I am a reasonable person, even when royally pissed. It may be possible to make a deal to avoid getting harmed 11. I may go to a window and stare at you from a distance. I don't know why I do this sometimes. Nothing seems to happen if I do this. 12. You can try to run away from your house, but it's unlikely you can escape me. I am a fast person. 13. There is no rule 13. 14. If you fail to prevent me from getting in, you may simply allow me in and take whatever beating I give you. It's better to resort to the addendum if you annoyed me enough I might LITERALLY kill you. 15. Never try to fight me off. If I take a bad blow, **he** will come to punish you instead. Good luck, by the way, I love black olives. You might just be able to leave a bunch on the porch and I'll get too distracted to remember that I'm angry at you. Addendum: If you NEED to defend yourself in failure to stop my advances, the only way to do so is to take a non-lethal way of taking me down. **He** will not be angry if you stop me without making me cry from an injury.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/10ewe2c/how_to_deal_with_me_trying_to_get_to_you/

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BizarreTarot

Rules about browsing r/ruleshorror.

Welcome to r/ruleshorror. I welcome you as a fellow member and I will be your guide to the rules about browsing this page. 1. Do not ask the mods for anything unless absolutely necessary, they do not like being disturbed. 2. Under absolutely no circumstances should you join their discord, that is where they lurk. 3. They do enjoy lurking around 1-4 AM, this is a bad time to be awake, but if you are, follow this: 3A. Make sure everything, including your door, is locked, They will try to force their way in. 3B. Make sure your all other electronics, including phones, are switched off, unless rule 13 is involved. 3C. Do NOT make a post, this will give them your location. 4. Ignore any disconnected from reality objects, they mean no harm. 5. Do not attempt to turn off your device while here, it will also give them your location, 5A. If you screwed up 3C or rule 5 do not be afraid, call me, immediately, you know the number, there might be time. 6. If any of these rules are broken refresh your page or refer to 5A. 6A. If there is an ad with a picture of a hiding spot in your room, immediately hide in that spot, it is the safest and it is me attempting to help you. 7. As you should know from reading these posts, do not under any circumstances leave your room, if you are not in YOUR room, go there, quickly. 8. Keep a gun close, it will be useful for defense against them. 9. If you come across a rule post labeled "Rules for surviving the mods" do not click on it, it is a trap and has false information. 9A. if you do end up clicking on it, believe nothing they say, and follow rules 6, and 10. 10. If you have curtains close them, they will protect you a little bit longer. 10A. If you do not have curtains, make sure the windows are at least closed. 11. If it starts getting a little hot make sure you have a fan or anything to cool you down, calmly lower the temperature until set at the right temperature of 67. 11A. If higher or lower then 67, change it back, before its too late. 11B. If you cannot lower the temperature turn on a fan, its your only chance. 12. Make sure you have a blanket incase they decide to come in. 13. If you hear crawling around your room, stay calm, do not make eye contact, calmly turn on the television, and just watch something, it will make them think they have the wrong person. 13A. Do not turn off the device, only power on the television, after they leave, you are clear to turn it off. 13B. If you do not have a TV or cant turn it on, turn on your phone and scroll through youtube, this works slightly worse, but still works. 14. Your family may ask to come in, do not open the door unless they knock four times. 15. Be sure to follow the rules, and reddits rules, as they do not like when rules are broken. 16. Be sure not to wake your family, they will try and open the door, we do not want this. Thank you for reading my rules, and make sure to call me if there are any problems, you know the number.

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Lyrical21