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Strange camping experience. Explanation/theories?

A few years ago, I was camping with some friends in east Tennessee. This is a lessor know campsite that is not very well marked. There is a road crossing a creek, and on the right side there is a single camp site (where we were), and on the left side, there is a string of maybe 4 campsites following down the creek. The road is on higher ground, so you have to make your way down a hill on either side. About 1:30am, two big pickup trucks pull up and set up at the first campsite across the road. We all thought it was really strange that people would be getting there so late. After some time and unloading, they got a huge fire burning and had a very bright lights that lit up their whole area. They also had like a small, tall stand up tent. Like some type of pop up changing/privacy room. That was it. This is where it started to get weird, and my memory is not completely reliable because alcohol was involved. It looked to me like they had some type of weird outfit on, like robes, jackets, or some other clothing of importance. Maybe purple or dark blue in color? And they kept going in and out of the tent while the others were moving about and around the fire. It was so bizarre to us that would couldn't help peering over at them every so often to see what they we're doing. What ever it was, it seemed ritualistic. Not saying it was a crazy cult or anything, but that's what we thought at the time. None of it made sense to us. They would have known there were other people around because of the cars, so secrecy obviously wasn't a concern of theirs. Whatever they we're doing it, it wasn't a typical relaxing by a campfire and making smores kind of camping. They were doing \*something\* and they were there all night doing it. I saw them leave early in the morning, but didn't notice anything crazy. I do remember they had several trash bags in the back of their truck. My only normal explanation is that maybe they we're doing some type of volunteer trash cleanup, team building/ hazing, or some type of biological study. Has anyone ever witnessed something like this, or have any ideas what this could have been?

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15txtda/strange_camping_experience_explanationtheories/

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spice227712

Scary Haunted Woods Story

[https://youtu.be/1YKNPFDdA_M](https://youtu.be/1YKNPFDdA_M)

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15u2f12/scary_haunted_woods_story/

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Pinnhead_Larry_

Who knocked on my door?

This was back in March, possibly April. It was on a weekend, and I had just got home from a 6 hour shift. I turned on the TV to ease my mind and let go of all the reality. All of a sudden, there was a knock on my door. I turned around, and rose up from to my bed to go open the door. To my surprise, no one was there. I honestly thought that someone was just hiding to scare me. However, as soon as the door was closed, I heard the knock again. I quickly opened the door, hoping to catch someone who was probably pranking me. Once again, no one was there. Confusion grew in me, so I went downstairs to ask my parents if they were knocking on my door. They both shook their heads. I believed that a ghost knocked on my door, but at the same time, I couldn't just jump to a conclusion and assume it was a ghost, so I decided to do research on my own house. Turns out my house was built in 1964 and someone died in the house. I decided to put two and two together, remembering that my parents both shook their head to my question and no one outside my door. To this day, I still deal with some things like this, but they don't happen very often.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15taob0/who_knocked_on_my_door/

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jungkooks_wif3y

The old house by the highway

When I was younger, maybe 4 or 5, my family and I lived an older house on a hill by the central highway. Now I dont remember the details to well, but I had a pretty large room for a girl my age and every now and then, when I'd be laying in bed, I loved to look out the large window that spanned about 3/4th of the back wall. ( my room was partially subterranean, so the window only took up the top half ish section) On especially bright nights, I could even see the raccoons or occasional fox scurrying by, but I remember one night, I felt especially drawn to that window. So drawn in fact, I have no idea how long I was staring at it before I saw it. A man was there and he walked by, now being a 4-5yr old, I hid under the covers for a minute. When I did eventually reemerge he was there. In the corner of the room, between the frame of the window and the closet. Starring at me, his figure warping as he slowly made his way towards the foot of my bed and he just stood there. I dont quite remember if I hid back under or ran to my parents, but I do know one thing. They definitely were not human. Wish I still had the drawing of the man, I feel like I saw him a few times or different versions of him? Some more abstract than others. I think i remember him at one time being clothed it a leather jacket/trenchcoat(?) and a hat if sorts and another time he was just a long limbed shadowy mass. Either way, he terrified me as a kid and I've only recently told/reminded my parents of him. Also, that house was beautiful, but ended up getting torn down a year or two later for an extension to the highway :/

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15sgo2n/the_old_house_by_the_highway/

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emilyserpina

Creepy people???

I want to know if there is anyone who lives their life like me. Since my childhood, i've taken advice from people i have never met and have never seen before in my life i dont know why but they find me everywhere i go. Sometimes it feels kinda odd but i got used to it. I usually run across people that over 30 with a lot of life experience. They look at my face and make a few assumptions about me, like a fortune teller. I do not reveal my secrets to anyone, im a person who acts distant even to my closest ones so i treat that ppl the same way. Interestingly, they always pin down some information about my life. Sometimes i feel like i need to be talked to specifically. Anyway what i was talking about was related to my real life but there is more than that. My dreams??? They appear in my dreams too but not the same people. My dreams are mostly odd and disturbing not like death blood violence but i dont know how to tell its just weird sometimes there is a long silence sometimes dark sometimes light sometimes sounds like morse code for example they are like youtubes dark side just old videos??? You know we must have seen the people we see in our dreams in our real life but i swear i didn't see them. anybody experienced the same things??? All my life people around me always use the adjective "weird" for me so usually they think it's normal for this to happen to me idk...

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15s9ale/creepy_people/

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FunnyViolinist3222

I talked to alternate version of my family and no one believes me.

Around 8 or 9 years ago, I was hanging out at my old house, chowing down on some food my mom cooked for me. It was pretty early, like around 11am, so my big brother was at school, and my dad was at work. After I finished eating my mom prepared for me, the kitchen/home phone started ringing, and I told my mom before she went upstairs to her room. She told me not to answer it. But as soon as she was out of sight, I just couldn't resist picking it up to see who was calling us. When I picked up the call, it was my mom's voice on the other end saying, "Hey, is this Cristina?" I was like, "Yeah, why?" We had a whole chat, just like we were in the same room. But here's the weird part: my real mom was still upstairs, not on the phone with me. And while I was talking to her, I could hear my dad, who was at work, chatting with her too. I asked my mom if it was dad, and she said it was. I even asked if I could talk to him, and she passed the phone to him. I was freaked out but curious, so I asked him what he was up to. He said he was making cereal in the kitchen. The crazy thing was, I was also in the kitchen on the phone with them! This was getting seriously weird. I started getting suspicious that my parents were playing a prank, so I thought, "Let's see what happens if I ask to talk to my brother." My dad handed the phone over to my supposed brother, and I got spooked and hung up. But then, the phone started ringing again, and I gave in and answered. They were asking why I hung up, and I came up with a lame excuse about needing to go to the bathroom. I asked to talk to "Cristina", which was actually me, and things got super eerie. I heard myself talking to me, and it was just too much. I ended the call. They kept calling a few more times, but I ignored them. Honestly, to this day, I'm still scratching my head over what went down. I've tried looking for answers and people who've been through similar stuff, but I haven't found anything that clicks. My AI buddy mentioned maybe I mixed up my memory or had some kind of wild dream, but I'm pretty sure what I experienced was as real as it gets. If anyone out there has a clue or went through something like this, help a confused soul out.🙏🏽 This is another version of a story I made but rewrote it with less big words. I thought it would be confusing for the other people who don’t know how to read like that! You can check it out on my page. Also this is a TRUE story I’ve experienced. If you have any advice or have experienced something similar , please let me know! I’m trying to find answers.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15rivta/i_talked_to_alternate_version_of_my_family_and_no/

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Cr1si_

My sisters haunted dolls

The oldest of my three sisters had three Victorian looking porcelain dolls from one of her family members. Any time I would be in her room it was always freezing and just looking at the dolls gave me the heebie jeebies. My sister moved out of the room and went off to college. She didn’t want the dolls to get damaged so she left them in the bedroom. I didn’t know this so I moved into that room. At the time of this happening I was in 6th grade and that’s when my school district opens band up as a class. I decided I wanted to play trombone, and so I did. I always had the instrument in its case up against a wall. The entire thing in its case weighed about 10 lbs. A few nights after I moved into the room, one of the dolls shifted. It was the creepiest one. She had dark hair and a dark red dress. When she leaned to the side, my trombone fell over. Even though it was about three in the morning and I was scared out of my mind I got out of bed and picked my trombone back up and went back to bed. The next night the same thing happened, but this time the trombone was pushed five feet into the middle of my room. After it stopped, my fan that I always had on a low setting just stopped, and almost right after that, all of the papers and homework on me desk FLEW off. I was scared shitless but I picked my bedroom up and went back to bed. The next night and every night after that I would wake up at about four in the morning to some invisible force sitting on the side of my bed, and stroking my hair. My door was always closed, so that my cats couldn’t get in, and there’s no way my fan could have caused this. I was constantly trying to debunk it. Then we moved the dolls to the basement. We had an Xbox in the basement and whenever I would game with my friends, I’d always feel like I was being watched. Then it started playing with my hair. I even had a friend over and she got grabbed. We have since moved and I have no idea where the dolls ended up, but I’m sure as hell glad that they’re not where I live anymore.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15r6l12/my_sisters_haunted_dolls/

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GUPPY_08

Men in the woods

I was just a teen back when this happened. I had spent the day at my friends house doing what a lot of teenagers do … smoking weed … this is somewhat relevant later in the story lol. Anyways I stayed a little later than normal just hanging out with friends, which I usually didn’t stay late because I didn’t like walking home alone late at night. I lived about a 15-20 minute walk home which could be shortened by a shortcut through a trail in the woods. I was very familiar with this trail, it was a popular hang out spot for younger kids , or older people too. I had seen a lot of things go down in this trail in my life and I hung out there a lot. Even in the day time walking back there could be weird because you never knew what kind of trouble or weirdos could be back there. The trail branched off into two parts, one with a clearing and the other with a straight narrow trail. Before this I had only been back there at night one other time but hundreds during the day time. AnywAys it gets to about 10-11pm so I head home and I wanted to get to bed because I was tired so I took the shortcut through the trail. I enter the trail and head towards the clearing because I thought I heard a noise down the other way. I get a few steps into the trail that branches off toward the clearing when a bright spot light flashes into my face from what appeared to be in one of the trees it was honestly hard to tell. The person behind the light says: PUT YOUR HANDS ON YOUR HEAD. Slowly interlace your fingers and put your hands on your head. I had just got done smoking and had a small little bit in my pocket so teenage me was scared shitless. They said walk backwards to the sound of my voice. I’m hearing a dog barking and another man talking quietly behind the one with the light. As I’m walking backwards the guy holding the light says you can stop I was just playing a joke !!! But do you want to hangout with me and my friend ? Mind you it is PITCH black so I said umm no thanks . He said oh come on it’s just us and my dog. I wasn’t comfortable and ready to sprint. I again said no thanks I really should be going and went back towards the start of the trail which was by a local store and almost within view of where I was. Luckily I made it home safely so to the men in the woods let’s not meet again

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/150xtdr/men_in_the_woods/

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RudeMagician2

Coerced into staying in a group.

Hey, everyone. Long-time lurker, and first-time poster here. The incident I’m about to share has left me (21M) in a recurring state of fear and panic. Apologies if my way of recalling these events sounds sloppy. So, I’m part of an online friend group on Discord. We’re all from the same country, but most of us are from different cities. (Only two other people are from the same city as me.) Everything was going fine between us, until suddenly, there were a series of unfortunate incidents where I had minor fallouts with them. I went through personal frustrations, and I unknowingly projected them onto people on the server. These fallouts continued over April and May until one day I left the group in a frenzy. (Side note: I admit, I was pretty childish in how I acted with the group. I remembered to apologize to all the people there for my actions, and most of them forgave me.) Afterward, the night before June began, one of the people (let’s call him P1) texted me asking if I knew certain people from my high school. I told him I did. I asked P1 how he knew them, and he revealed to me that he knew a lot of people from there. Suddenly, the conversation took a dark turn. P1 started talking to me in a sinister tone, telling me he had some of my personal information: what college I went to, my route to college, who I hung out with both in my old high school and college, and he even claimed to have some of the photos from my personal Instagram. When I asked him how he had all of that, he claimed he: a) tailed my car, and b) kept repeating the phrase “the people at your college aren’t bad at providing information”. At that point, I was scared to death. He told me if I didn’t return to the group and if I didn’t apologize to a specific person (let’s call her P2, the girl he threatened me over), he’d first dox me and then wait outside my college to kidnap/kill me. After the conversation ended, I rejoined the Discord group out of fear and then went to bed. The next couple of days were rough. The fear of what P1 could do to me gripped me tightly. I lost my energy and motivation, the ability to engage in my usual day-to-day interests, and I even lost my appetite for food. (One bite of food felt like I ate ten whole meals in one sitting.) My family and friends both noticed that something was wrong with me. I was shaking constantly, my heart was racing all the time, and it felt like my life was stopped dead in its tracks. I was too scared to even tell other people about what was going on. Fearing for your safety is a fate I wouldn’t even wish on my worst enemy. Normally, death threats like these wouldn’t scare me, but what made this situation different were the following points: 1. P1 lived in the same city as me, and relatively close to my neighborhood. 2. Before this incident and my fallouts, he’d often tell us stories of how he got into major gang fights and dangerous situations. 3. I had never received serious death threats before. I’ve pretty much been safe my whole life. Since this was my first time facing such a situation, it seriously traumatized me. A couple of days later, I contacted P1 again and begged him to stop dictating me like that. Finally, he revealed to me his reason for scaring me. He told me he wanted to humble me so I stopped being too moody in the group, and rejoined. He said he wasn’t dictating me anymore, but still wanted me to remember the conditions he put on me—as a request this time, and not a threat. The situation was technically over after that. I did talk to other people from the group (including P2) about what P1 did to me, and they all responded the same way. They assured me that P1’s threats seemed mostly empty and that everything was okay. None of them approved of what P1 had done, but I also told them not to talk to him about it out of fear for my safety. (I know, that was probably a stupid move.) This whole ordeal left me shocked. Even though P1 told me he wasn’t dictating me anymore, the effects of the whole situation took a toll on me. It’s been a month and a half since this happened, but it still hasn’t left me. My image of the group has been tainted. Every time I come across the Discord server and see P1 and others, my heart suddenly fills with dread. I’ve been thinking about leaving the group one day, but right now, I feel stuck. Normally, people would tell you to cut abusive friends off, but I find that difficult because he’s part of the same group, and everyone else in the group has been incredibly kind and supportive of me. My mind keeps telling me that cutting P1 off means cutting everyone else off. Secondly, yes, I do have the option of just cutting him off on my private socials, but I’m scared that he might threaten me again—even though he never implied he was gonna force me to stay friends with him. So, this is my present situation. I’m stuck in a friend group that I don’t wanna be part of anymore because one of the people in that group thought it was a good idea to “humble” me by traumatizing me with threats. I’ve been experiencing traumatic reactions for a month and a half, where I have episodes of racing heart rates and an inability to eat, sleep, and engage in activities. I know that leaving the group is the best thing for me, but I’m too scared of what’s gonna happen to me if I do so. I even went to a psychiatrist about this, and he diagnosed me with PTSD. Right now, I feel like shit. I keep thinking about how peaceful life would’ve been had I not made the mistake of joining their Discord server all those months ago. My incident with P1 has made me realize just how evil some people can be. I want to avoid him, but because of my paranoia, I sometimes force myself to engage with the group normally. I don’t ever want to meet P1 or interact with him in any way. I want to cut him off and forget about him completely, but I don’t see any way out as of right now. It feels like I was slowly lured into a cage and immediately imprisoned the moment I settled in. I know very well that leaving the group is the right option for me right now because if I don’t, my mental health will continue to decline. But I need help in finally achieving that goal. In a way, this is a cry for help. TL;DR: I’m in an online friend group. After a turn of events, I left one day. One of the guys in the group blackmailed and threatened me into rejoining the group, and now I’m stuck. My mental health is declining because of it and I’ve lost my peace.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/150zp84/coerced_into_staying_in_a_group/

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AverageAF_02

The night where anything could’ve happened

This incident occurred back in late 2021. I was currently serving in the military stationed in California and I lived off base at this time. It was around 9pm when I was driving home from work. I pulled into my apartment parking garage and I noticed a guy I have never seen before and knew he did not live here just standing there leaning against one of the support columns just staring through my windshield. I tried to gauge what his intentions were by giving the old Midwest “hey” by raising my fingers over my steering wheel. I got nothing, just a blank stare right at me. At this moment I knew something wasn’t right. I tried to weigh my options in my head, I can awkwardly back out of the very small parking garage and do a few laps around the neighborhood, I could call my roommate and tell him to come down (strength in numbers ya know lol) or I can be a tough and brave military man lol. I decided to stop overthinking it and just deal with it in my own. I backed into my parking space all the while this guy is directly across from my parking spot just staring at me. I again do the midwest finger wave over the steering wheel with zero reaction from the guy. I grit my teeth and get out of my car and start walking towards the only stair case up to my apartment (which he is standing directly in front of). So I obviously have to walk right past him, I start approaching and say “hey how’s it goin” just to gauge his friendliness one more time, and got absolutely nothing. So at this point I’m thinking I’m gonna get either stabbed in the neck or shot in the back of the head when I pass him, but nothing happened. I realized I was just overthinking it and began walking up the stairs to my apartment. I get about a quarter of the way up when I hear running behind me. I started to run up the stairs skipping a few steps and completely eat it, cutting my hands and bleeding but at this point I didn’t care at all, I got up and kept going up the stairs and got to my door. This scene was honestly straight out of a horror movie, me trying to get my key in the door when I turn and see him running up the stairs, it honestly feels like it was all in slow motion. I thankfully got the key in and was able to get inside the house but my motor skills were not all there at this point so I was struggling to lock the door, I braced it with my foot while he tried getting and I was able to lock it. He started messing with the door handle and banging on the door while I went and woke my roommate up. I grabbed my gun from bedroom and we both just sat in the living room waiting. After about a minute of this we decided to call 911 and in about 3 minutes, around 10 squad cars pulled up and searched the whole area. The guy was nowhere to be found. While finishing my contract in California, I was paranoid every time I went down to that garage. I still don’t know what his intentions were to this day and that’s honestly the part that irks me the most.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/150c8yg/the_night_where_anything_couldve_happened/

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edumbyy

The pedophile from the bar

So when I (17M) was 13 I went to Comic Con with my grandparents in my country which was held in our capital city. I met up with some of my older online friends, who were in ages from 17-19 (yes I was stupid kid) and they invited me to a bar near my hotel and asked me to bring my grandparents with me just to be safe. And thank god they told me to. The moment we sat down in the bar, my grandparents sad a few tables away but still being able to see me and basically I mostly spent time talking with my friends. It was nice but I noticed a man sitting on tge same bench as me but on the other end. Each time I looked over at him he was closer and closer. Finally my grandma comes over to me and told me to get up cause we’re leaving. And so I did. I told my friends that I’ll see them the next day. We vot to the hotel and my grandmother tell me the guy got erection while always looking at me and when he got too close she saw him start slowly reach for me (probably my private part) under the table. Since then I never met up with any of my older internet friends in any kind of bar or anywhere. I was young and stupid but yeah. EDIT: to clarify cause I read the comments, I didn’t blame my friends for it but I decided to wait till I’m 18 to hang out with adults again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14zux9b/the_pedophile_from_the_bar/

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RollingHusky

The Snapchat Predator

When I was a younger teen in high school, I was fairly popular on Snapchat and had a public profile with thousands of followers. I am also a model, so I posted my face fairly regularly. Being a minor who was popular on Snapchat obvious garnered a lot of unwanted attention and TONS of creeps and pedophiles. They were always hitting on me, sliding up on my photos, even asking me for nudes. I was very, VERY open about being a minor and posted about it regularly in hopes that it got some of the more morally sound people to leave me alone (which it did). I was also as safe as one could be online. My location was NEVER on, I didn't even model under my actual name, the closest I got to my location was my state, I didn't allow things I was tagged in to show up on my profiles, etc. Despite this, being the victim of freaks was fairly normal for me to the point I would simply block and report and be completely unaffected. There is, however, one person that has left a huge impact on me. We will call him Carlos. I do not remember when he added me (at that point, I couldn't keep up anymore and didn't try to), but I remember that when he texted me, I was fifteen. He seemed pretty normal at first, asking me how I was, my interests, pretty standard stuff. He revealed that we had a mutual real life friend (an older boy who went to my high school) and revealed that he lived in a town maybe a few hours away. This was also something that was pretty normal for me to encounter as I was also somewhat known at neighboring schools outside of my town, especially in the town he said he was from, so it wasn't a huge red flag to me at all (NOTE: I did not tell him what school I went to) Eventually, he began getting odd. His neutral compliments became less neutral... which also didn't concern me as I was used to being complimented and he wasn't being sexual. One day, though, Carlos told me he wanted to have sex with him and offered to pay me $500 and said he would make it $700 if I also sent him nudes. I told him that I am a minor and that I don't have sex and I asked him how old he was (up until this point, I assumed he was a minor as well). He told me he was 20. I told him my age and he said that my age was fine. I brought up that it was illegal and he told me nobody had to find out and began begging me to meet up with him. I showed my friend as I had never encountered something like that before. They told me to go along with it and that maybe I could blackmail him. I told them that I wanted to report it instead, but I wouldn't cut off communication as Snapchat deletes conversations with people when you block them. Carlos continued to beg me, even telling me where he wanted to meet me (a park, then I get in his car with him...). I told him I didn't like sex at all, so he started telling me he'd like to hang out with me instead then and trying to coerce me saying that he could give me alcohol and drugs. I became scared to show my parents (they were extremely abusive and they actually punished me for being groomed in the past) or the police (not too long before that, I had an extremely negative experience with SA and the police that I had begun to remember) and instead showed another friend to ask for help or advice on what to say to him. She ended up using my phone and cussing him out and blocking him for me. I deleted Snapchat and haven't used it since. Every time I think about that man, it gives me chills. I am sure I am not the only victim and cannot imagine how many others he has done the same thing to. I really wish I could have reported it, but I don't believe my report would have actually done much (based on my experience before); sometimes, though, I think of a lot of what-if's and begin to feel very guilty about the way the whole thing was handled and I feel like I could've done something to prevent other victims (like I said before, I am sure there are others before and after me, he was eerily casual about the whole ordeal).

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/1507s2m/the_snapchat_predator/

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r41ningpupp1es

I was 21

I’ma 37-m. This was when I had just moved to Columbus, Ohio to move in with my half brother and his girlfriend, which ended up being a nightmare. They are horrible, trashy, entitled people. But that’s a different story on it’s own. So I’d find things to do during the day to avoid them. I’d pretend I had a volunteering job at the library because I knew they’d never go. Sometimes I’d just go on long walks. I was at some random park walking around. A creepy guy in a red car pulled up to me and started making small talk. Then he asked if I wanted to hang out. I told him I had to be somewhere. He then asked how old I was. I told him 21. He replied “oh I thought you’d be like 15.” It wasn’t anything to abrasive but his demeanor and that statement stuck with me years later. This would have been around June-July 2007.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14zh70t/i_was_21/

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dmjinc

The pervert guy in the red car and the cop who wanted to know all the details

Oh I have a few unfortunately- here is one (46F): It’s summer and I am walking to my house (12) with my best friend (13) up a big hill from a park. Normal day. We start seeing a young 20s or late teen guy driving past playing music in a red car. He drives around and then past again and then again. Everytime he’s smiling and we now see he’s circling us in his car, but it’s minute or so each time. We are so young and frankly naive and we think it’s weird but… we maybe think it’s also flattering? He’s older and showing us attention? Writing this out, I was so unprepared for all that follows! We get to the top of the hill and there he is again - parked this time and smiling hugely and then we see that he is leaning up high in his seat masturbating and very clearly leering at us! The thing is we didn’t even know a thing about anything (like creepy men could stalk you in a car and masturbate while smiling). I remember we couldn’t even register what we were seeing. I actually thought that maybe I was in a bad dream. Instinct did take over and we ran hard away in another direction, hid a lot and then kept running until we got to my house.He didn’t follow that we could see. My aunt was the only one there, 30 at the time, and we were hysterical and crying but she calmed us down and said we’d been a victim of a perverted man and she was calling the police. This seemed like a great idea! She said they would help, look for him, and maybe catch him. Remember this was the late 80’s and I’m pretty sure his actions were not yet considered immediately criminal - let alone an obvious potential into much worse actions. But I digress… So a male police officer shows up 30 minutes later. He listens to my aunts story (potentially dangerous pervert in his car stalking and then jerking off to young girls) and then my friends story - she was nervous so she talked a lot. I was trying to tell my story too but it seemed like my friend and aunt covered it. Then he says to my aunt and friend I want to speak to her alone (meaning me). My aunt and friend say why - but he says I need to get the story straight, and I don’t believe her (gesturing to my friend). My aunt disagrees but he insists that I talk to him alone. She says okay hesitantly so I follow him half way down my front steps (while he told them to stay inside). The story he needs to get straight? He needs my help to know if the man’s penis was erect? Did I see it and what did it look like? What am I leaving out? Tell me more about his penis. I am now freaked out (but deeply calm like in shock maybe) and tell him I have no idea what the answers are. He keeps asking so I have to remind him I an 12 and have no idea what an erection is. He is not satisfied by my answer so I tell him again - I do not know and of course now I’m apologizing profusely for not helping. Finally he agrees I don’t know and let’s me go back to my house. He tells my aunt he’s not sure anything happened at all but they will keep an eye out. Wink wink / they were probably related! Let’s not meet again - pervert criminal and pervert cop.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14z9g9d/the_pervert_guy_in_the_red_car_and_the_cop_who/

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Ok-Calligrapher-4370

stranger tries to pick me up from my school

when i was 14, i worked at a mcdonald’s that was connected to a gas station. it was a truck stop, so it was very busy 90% of the time. the only downside to working at a truck stop fast food place, was that the bathroom was on the complete other side of the building. i was a freshman in high school. at the time i was pretty small, maybe not in height but in size. i was around 5’6” and anywhere from 130-150 lbs. not super tiny, but small enough to where i’d probably have made an easy target. this wasn’t a fear of mine, however, but maybe it should have been. i remember i was in gym class. it was maybe the middle of the school day, and it was one of those days where we could just sit on the side and catch up on work for other classes if we didn’t want to participate in the game. my friends and i did this almost all the time, and almost never actually worked on anything important. we were laughing and joking around until i received powerschool notifications my school ipad excusing me from the remaining classes of the day. i was really confused, considering my mom hadn’t mentioned anything about picking me up early, and i was only seeing my dad every other weekend and he wasn’t the type to pick me up from school. i was grounded, so i didn’t have a phone with me, other than a cheap flip phone my mom had gotten me from walmart. i texted her about the notifications but before i got a response back from her, my gym teacher told me i needed to grab my things and go to the office because my mom would be picking me up. this confused me even more, and i shot my mom another text, asking if she was picking me up from school. she freaked out and told me not to leave the building. at this point i was sitting in the office by the window, waiting for apparently nobody to come pick me up until the situation was figured out. my mom ended up calling the school and letting them know i wasn’t allowed to leave with anyone that day. apparently whoever called claimed to be my mom, and said they were coming to pick me up. as far as i know, nobody ever showed up to pick me up, and i didn’t hear anything else about it. my mom wasn’t comfortable with me working at a truck stop, and we got my location switched to a mcdonald’s that was closer in town and wasn’t connected to a gas station. what we think might have happened is someone saw my name tag and possibly called all the schools in the area until they found me. but i still have no idea how they would have known my last name. with that being said, creepy stranger who pretended to be my mom over the phone and tried to pull me out of school, let’s not meet.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14z08xg/stranger_tries_to_pick_me_up_from_my_school/

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pixiehairedweirdo

Bike guy

This happened to me and my friends tonight. I was genuinely scared by what went down. Me (29F) and my friends play in a bar kickball league every Thursday. We’re very bad and mostly just enjoy going to the bar that sponsors the league after every game. Tonight, shit got weird. I’ll call the bar Dan’s. It was down to me and two other friends who I’ll call Ryan (24M) and Annie (27F). For context, Dan’s is in a part of our city that used to be a little sketchy but has steadily gotten nicer. It’s a super popular strip of bars, but it’s also in an urban place so you see weird shit from time to time. We were sitting on the front patio of Dan’s when up rolled a man on a bike with a huge stomach with a literal hernia sticking out of it, wearing basketball shorts and one of those short sleeve hoodie zip up things but according to him the zipper was “broken,” so it was left open to put his belly and huge ass hernia on display. He started trying to sell us his bike, which was clearly stolen. We played along, but kept declining, citing not having any cash. He kept saying over and over how it was so annoying that we wouldn’t buy his bike. One particularly creepy thing he said was when he said if we bought the bike, he’d walk home to the exact neighborhood that both Annie and I live in. Probably a coincidence, but still scary. He also kept asking us for cigarettes. At one point, the man said, “You know what else would be annoying? If I had a gun.” We froze. It was dead silent between the four of us for at least 60 seconds, which of course felt like twelve years. I finally broke the silence and said, “You know man, I think some people on the back patio were smoking cigarettes, you should go ask them.” I was desperately hoping he’d walk into the bar and catch the bouncer’s attention, which is exactly what happened. Two seconds later, the bouncer marched him outside. The man kept making comments over and over about having a gun and/or “slugs” in his pockets. The bouncer kept trying to play it off and keep the dude calm. Finally, the bouncer negotiated with the guy and gave him a cigarette to get him to leave their patio. The dude strolled on down to the next bar and Ryan, Annie, and I made a quick dash for the car. We all made it home safely, but I really question what the fuck was about to happen if the bouncer hadn’t handled that dude so well. Weird ass guy with the stolen bike, let’s not meet ever again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14z776h/bike_guy/

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LiveCompetition1941

Don’t Pick Up Hitchhikers

I was going to post this in r/CreepyEncounters but I think it may tread the line with this group, so here I am I (f52 at the time)was traveling by car to an out of town job assignment. I had stopped at a popular & busy gas station/ travel stop (ok, it was a BUCEE’s) to fill up the car, stretch my legs, use the restroom, & grab a snack I was approached by a developmentally disabled woman who appeared to be in her mid 20s. She was looking for a ride to a town a couple of towns over. Her ride had abandoned her while she was in the restroom. She was a little upset. She didn’t have a cell phone & didn’t know any phone numbers so I could call someone for her I checked with the employees at the store & they said that she had been there for an hour looking for a ride because she said her friends left her while she was in the restroom I then made the decision to do something I’ve never done before: offer a stranger a ride I wasn’t going to the town she wanted to go to but I was heading in that direction & I told her I could drop her off at the grocery store in the next town where I would be turning off to go to my destination The grocery store was always busy & it was very likely she’d have an easier time getting a ride to where she wanted to go Also, she’d be 5 miles away from where she wanted to go instead of 25 miles & she’d have an easier time walking that distance if she had to This was agreeable to her & we set off. Right away, I noticed a van following us. I tried to lose the van but it kept pace. Meanwhile the woman wanted to play with my phone. I told her no, it wasn’t a toy, it was for work & I moved it out of her reach. The van speeds up & starts to get closer The woman suddenly remembers her boyfriend’s phone number & we need to call him. I can’t use my phone while driving (this was pre car sync voice activated operation) & I was approaching the outskirts of the business district of next town & no cell phone use while driving signs everywhere I told her, “We’re almost to the grocery store. We can call him from the parking lot” She becomes agitated & yells “No! You have to take me home” “I told you I can’t do that. I’m not going there. It’s in the opposite direction of where I need to go & I’m expected soon. We’ll call him from the parking lot”” She becomes more upset & frustrated. The van is getting closer I pull into the grocery store parking lot. It’s about 4pm. The grocery store is busy. I pull up in front of the store & ask for her BF’s number. She can’t remember his number. She won’t get out of the car, she’s arguing with me & the van is pulling into the parking lot There is a sheriff’s deputy parked near by & i roll down my window & signal that I need to speak to him. He walks over & asks me what’s going on. I tell him where I met the woman & now she won’t get out of the car & under my breath I tell him the van has been following us The deputy tells the woman, “she brought you where you asked her to. It’s time for you to leave her car now “ She slowly gets out of the car & I ask once more for her BF’s number & she says, “you’re crazy. I don’t have a boyfriend. Oh look there are my friends now”. & she points to the damn van The deputy & I share a look & he says “give me your contact info, I can delay them for about 20 min while I check their license & registration & lecture them about abandoning a special needs adult. You get out of here & I’ll check on you before my shift is over. And don’t pick up any more hitchhikers” I left & went on to my destination. he called me to make sure I got to where I was going & told me that they were keeping an eye on the van & its owner. He told me he also contacted a colleague at the sheriffs department in the county where I was working & that she would contact me in a day or two While I was on assignment there, I spoke to 2 deputies, & a detective about the woman & the van. No one ever told me anything about them but they were very interested in them My nightmare is one day I’ll turn on a true crime show & see a report about this woman & her gang robbing & killing people So, woman looking for a ride at the travel stop, let’s not meet again

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14y3hmm/dont_pick_up_hitchhikers/

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krissi510

Never go to a laundry mat

Background info: At the time of this story I was 8 or 9. I am a trans man but very closeted at the time. I am Chinese. My family was going to Canada to see my family and Niagara Falls. I have random flashbacks to this incident but I randomly had a nightmare yesterday about it. This is just to bring awareness that no matter how someone looks they can be a creep. So it was in the afternoon and my father asked me to get the laundry for him down the street from our apartment. I have crappy parents so if I said no there would be severe consequences. He gave me a bag and I left. I had no money or phone just a chocolate bar and a bag. I remember so clearly I was wearing a pink unicorn shirt with glitter and denim shorts. I was pretty tall for my age but still pretty thin. The laundry mat was near a McDonald’s. It is has a huge window to see inside. I head inside and it still had a while. I sit on the bench and eat my chocolate bar. This dude comes in with a backpack. He had a white tank top on and red shorts. I don’t mind him and continue eating. I noticed he was staring at me for a while. But he can’t possibly be bad. My mom said that bad people looked like your stereotypical homeless person and just looks creepy. He was pretty good looking and fit so he’s probably just confused. He comes up to me and asks “where are your parents?” I lied and said “they will be back soon!” Better to be safe than sorry. He then standing a few feet away from me says “I’ve never seen you, are you visiting?” I tell him,” no my laundry machine at home is broken.” Then it starts getting weird. He puts his backpack down. And I realize it’s pretty empty. And I could see that this man is ripped. I put the chocolate away and get up to check on the laundry and it has a few minutes. He comes closer and asks me “are you Asian?” Like there is no point in lying, like I look like a stereotypical Asian child. I nodded. The next lines I could still hear to this day. “I love Asian women, they are so pretty. I want one for a wife.” He reaches into his bag and pulls out some candy. “Here I see you like this.” Tried handing it to me. This I kinda messed but when my grandma babysits me she watches shows were man gives women food or liquid, woman consumes, she then goes unconscious, and man does whatever. So at this point I’m starting to look for excuses to leave. I am not making this up. I see a teen McDonald’s employee outside eating. So I tell the guy, ”oh let me ask my brother.” I walk out and the man is following me. The teen looks at me and puts down his sandwich. I try to be as innocent but as straightforward as possible. I tell the teen, “this man wants to give me candy should I take it?” The teen looks at the man and then at me. I try to get him on the same page,”mom said not to take candy from a stranger but he looks nice.” The teen gets it and looks at the man. “Yeah, she’s not supposed to be having candy but thank you though.” The man having no shame at all, “oh you’re her brother? Is she adopted? Here take my number if you ever want her off your hands.” And hands the teen a paper. There is starting to form a crowd so the guy leaves. The teen asks if he should call the police. I convinced him not to because my parents will punish me. So the teen walks me to the laundry mat to get the clothes. Tells me to come into the store with him. He explains to probably his manager. He gives the paper to the manager. The manager lets him leave so he can walk me home. I get to the street and I tell him that it’s my hotel. I thanked him and left. As I was walking back he stood there the whole time making sure I made it safely. To this day I would like to think that they called the police after I left and the man is now arrested. Thank you random McDonald’s employee for saving my life. To the creepy guy in the white tank top, let not meet again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14yasb8/never_go_to_a_laundry_mat/

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August_OvO

Landlord spied on us for years

This story starts back in 2017, when my BF and I started living together. Rent in our country has been really high for years, so after looking for a long while we decided to emigrate. Our college is very close to the border between our home country and the neighboring country, and in the neighboring country the rents are way lower. After a few months we found an appartment. It used to be the old hay attic of a farm, but a rich couple (the landlord) turned the attic into an appartment years ago, and turned the rest of the house into a home for themselves. We loved the place and signed the rental agreement, and moved in in September of 2017. At first all was great. We liked our landlord and his wife, even though they were a bit eccentric. But after a while things became less comfortable. The landlord would blast loud music at all hours of the night. If he asked him to fix something he would show up at 2 a.m. He constantly bragged about how he kicked out the precious tenants after they told him that the rent was too high. When rats infested our roof/ceiling and created holes that went straight outside, he'd use expanding foam to kill them (trapping the rats in the process, which led to them dying and decomposing in the ceiling. And most importantly: he would knock on our door for minutes on end, and if we didn't answer he would stand underneath our window and yell our names. Like he knew we were there, but ignoring him. Once he even got into the appartment without permission. I got home and was sweaty as he'll, so I walked straight into the bathroom (which was located on the left side of the entrance). When I came out wrapped in a towel and walked towards the living room, he suddenly came through the front door. I asked him what he was doing here and he told me he left his key in our house after a visit... Even though he used that key to get in. The last points finally clicked when we moved out. The landlord was about to move to Poland, and the new landlord was a d*ck so we decided to move out. We told him about it and he said "well, can you give me back my camera then?". We thought he was joking.. But after he left we suddenly felt so weird about it. So we checked. The appartment had a very high pointed ceiling so we had to use a ladder, but there, on the high horizontal beam, we found a small camera. Pointed at our living room. I think I still have the video somewhere of my boyfriend cutting the wire. All of a sudden the "cam network" we saw on the WiFi list on our phones was gone as well. We moved out and thought about pressing charges, but this man had a great lawyer and was long gone by then. I really do need to say: landlord, let's not meet. As recently one of our new neighbours told us a man called "landlords name" was in our street looking for us.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14xzfts/landlord_spied_on_us_for_years/

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DoctorWhoTheFuck

My high school stalker.

I'm 17f and I wanna start with saying there's even started and ended in a few months. Now that im graduated from high-school I feel it's better to talk about it. The situations couldn't be dealt with properly due my family not caring, and essentially thinking I was joking because apparently the ugly child can't ever be in a situation like this. The events were down played by my family. It started a month or 2 into my senior year, I had been camping out in my math class for lunch because the lunchroom was to loud. I honestly didn't even notice he had started doing it to until he started up a conversation with me. I played into the conversation and we both talked about our parents and such, we also talked about the definition of the hood for some reason. We stopped talking once the bell rang for lunch to end, and everyone came filing in for the rest of class. After that we would talk from time to time but that was all, from my side of things I can't tell for the life of me when someone is flirting, so I couldn't tell that he had been flirting with me the entire time we talked. One day in particular he went down to get his lunch and I stayed in the classroom playing games on my phone, after he came back he sat down at his sear then he got back up, walked over to me and put a popsicle on the table, he said he didn't see me each ever so he got me a popsicle, I thanked him not thinking anything of it. Opened the popsicle, ate it, and threw the wrapper away. Later that day I was in my last class and heard people talking about how the guy I had been talking to, had been caught "playing with himself" while watching a video he recorded of a girl from our school, it went over my head because all I could think about is how I was hungry. Anyway he didn't get in trouble for that incident. After that he stopped talking to me I didn't know why but all he would do was stare at me during class, when he saw me walking to my classes, when I would be talking to my friend, and when I would be eating food. When everyone I would be with my friend and he was around, she would get protective and glare at him and make gestures at him. He meanwhile would be staring at us with anger and jealousy, he would do this even when me and her got food as well. No matter who I was around he would have that look, and it continued to go over my head. he started talking to me again when he eventually started to say small comments about my friend and how she was overprotective, he even asked me why she was over protective. I simply said that I didn't know. After awhile of his comments and us just talking it came to a boiling point. I was in class during lunch and he was in there to, he then started looking through people's bags, and me being non-confrontational did absolutely nothing, but I did take notes of which tables he went to for the bags. Once he was done and noticed me looking he came up with something along the lines of "oh my friend borrowed my headphones, I was just grabbing them" I just said ok. He then grabbed his bags got up threw away his food and walked only a foot out the door before turning around and walking up to me. I looked up at him confused and then he ask for a hug, I said sure and he wrapped his arms around me and put his face in my hair, I just lightly patted his arm, not really knowing what to do, then after the hug he simply left. The day after I was called out of class and integrated by the principal about what happened in my class the day before and I told him what happened and went on my way, turns out the guy had stolen 200 dollars from someone and now had the repay all the stolen money plus another 50 dollars. That day way the final day he talked to me. Then my friend joined the class for second semester, and basically made sure he didn't try anything. The rest of the year was him basically gathering info on me through old friends and toxic ex friends, he even became friends with people I was friends with. He manage to find this stuff out: - the car I went to and from school in - my favorite fast food - my favorite drink - my phone number - where i Iiked to hang out - what card games I like to play - what video games I played - ect Yes there is probably more but I really don't want to know how much he knows about me. This type of stuff continued until I graduated. I finally feel good about him not being around, but there are a few time when my heart drops and I get anxiety because of him. My brother brought home friends and said some go to my old hs and I refused to leave my room until they left because I was afraid he would be out in my living room. So I learned recently that he had actually gone to middle school with me but wad kick out due to perverted behavior, then he was kicked out of his high-school and came back to my district. So Markus I pray we never meet again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14y21ce/my_high_school_stalker/

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crippling_pain262728

Guy gets creepy in my dms

So this happned in 2020 i was 11 at the time (turning 12 that year) and this guy lets call him Ali slides into my insta dms. I ignore him for awhile but then i get curious so i reply with just a "hi". (The message has been pending for months now) he emediatly replies asking me my name location and gender. I was being dumb so i told everything true except my age i said I'm 16. He was 19 turning 20. That same night he started excessively telling me how he wanted to make love to me (in detail) and marry me. Telling me he wanted kids with me. Keep in mind we'd been talking for approximately an hour or two. Then the harassment. He wanted to see nudes of me. Kept saying what he wanted to see and didn't stop until i sent something. ( i just sent a random pic on google) but this was also the first time this happened to me and he just kept going. Over that past month or so he kept sending, wanting more but i always declined and he still talked about what he wanted to do to me. He got angry threatening me telling me to look out, that he'd take the next flight to me. I then got scared and told him a was 12 to try n' make it stop. Surprise, it didn't then he sent the text "are you scared?" In my native language and i dead ass shit myself. I didn't know where he was, i didn't trust the location he sent me. I blocked him. I unblocked him like a year later and he sent another message telling me to look out cuz he was in my country, he was drunk i could see it on how he typed, he told me he was with girls that were prettier than me (i hope they're also older than 13) but he scared me again. I blocked him again. I later found out that after i blocked him for the first time he moved on over to a new girl in a town over. So Dear ali i hope we never meet.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14y3rah/guy_gets_creepy_in_my_dms/

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banana_shits_bleep

My band had a creepy old fan

Several years ago my friends and I started a band and got to the point where we were playing ever week, sometimes twice a week. Bars, frat parties, marathons... Wherever our manager could get us to play. Almost all of us were 19 at the time. Most of our guys occurred in a 40 mile radius in Los Angeles. Pretty quickly we started noticing this same dude showing up at all our shows. We had a fan, great right? Well, this was no Bebe Buell groupie. This dude looked like a stretched out Ron Jeremy, without his charm. Permanently greasy, thin strands of curly hair spaced out on his head. Major pedo 'stache. And he was at youngest a rough mid-forties. Loose clothing, and the way I remember it it was like his whole outfit from jacket to socks was cargo shorts. He'd show up by himself at every show, mostly just standing at the back. Sometimes he'd get in the pit and dance. But yeah, every show. Frat parties he wasn't allowed in, underground shows, whatever. After one show he offered us all sandwiches he'd made. We threw them away because dude... 10pm at night, we don't want homemade stranger sandwiches and who knows what he did to them. After another he tried to kiss our lead singer, a dude, just by walking up to him and saying hi. Our lead singer had to tell him off and I think he threatened to report him for stalking/harassment. He disappeared after that. Maybe he was just terribly lonely and didn't realize that when we said we wanted to connect with the audience it was just in a lift-up-your-spirits kind of way. Maybe we were more attractive than we realized to old creeps. Maybe our performances just struck the perfect chord with him and our band was what he felt was lacking in his life. Whatever it is, lanky Ron Jeremy-looking stalker fan, let's not meet. Just be sure to like our music video and subscribe for all future [redacted band name] content/updates.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14xrdxh/my_band_had_a_creepy_old_fan/

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[deleted]

The man who stares into my window at night

I'll preface this by saying I live in a very creepy neighborhood, I have tons of stories that I will share later on. I am happy to clear anything up. I (15m) live in a 2 bed 3 bath house. My room is quite small and only has room for a bed, a desk, and a bookshelf. I enjoy reading and writing music, so it's not super ideal, but it works. Lets start with the first time this happened. **Chapter 1:** **The man next door (three months ago)** Our neighbor is an old man (we'll refer to him as John for privacy reasons) , maybe 60 or 70, he lives all alone and his house is a dump, weeds climbing the tall walls, with paint peeling and water stains covering the surface. His bedroom window is right across from my bedroom window. So if I were to look outside, I could most likely see into his room, and vice-versa. It was 11:00 PM, I was sitting at my desk (which faces the window). and I decided to look up from my book. And out the window, I noticed that the lights were on in the John's room. I didn't think much of it at first. But then I noticed a little flash coming from the corner of the window. I looked a little closer, and I realized that these were the man's spectacles reflecting off of... something... but more disturbing, the man was watching me. I don't know how long he was watching, or why. But I was creeped out beyond all description. I decided to close the blinds and go to sleep. Tomorrow I would go over to his house, to ask him why he was watching me... ​ **Chapter 2:** **The Point Of Annoying, turning to creepy. (1 week ago)** At this point, seeing the old man had become less of a joy, and more of a fear. he would ask me deep and kind of disturbing questions. I believe he once asked me as I was taking my dog for a walk "If you could, would you ever skin a child?" And other shit I won't even mention. Now, I was in my room again, I had caught the old man watching me a few times. but since it was 2:00 AM and I decided to open the blinds, surely the man was asleep. And I could enjoy watching the stars. I opened the blinds slowly. But to my horror, the man was still up. And even worse. He has moved a rocking chair to the window, where he could watch me. His lights were off, but it was clear he was still awake, I shut the blinds immediately and turned off my lights. I heard a curse from beyond my window, then silence. I decided that I would never look out that window at night again. ​ **Chapter 3:** **My Worst Nightmare... (last night)** Last night, I was laying on my bed, sleep not coming to me. It had been a busy day, and I was processing everything that happened, when I heard something hit my window. I just assumed it was a bird or something. So I closed my eyes again, but this time I heard another bang from my window. This time I got up and slowly peeked out of the blinds. My neighbor wasn't in his window, so I thought it would be safe to open my blinds completely. So I did that. And what I saw next shocked me. I looked all around and didn't see anything, until I looked down. There was the man, in our yard, smiling. His grin was wide, his teeth were yellow, his eyes glinting in the moon. That was it... That was fucking it... I slammed the blinds shut and ran to my parents room. I told them all about the man next door and everything that had happened the past three months. They calmed me down and then told me they were gonna go look out my window. And so they did. But in the time it took for me to explain to them, and for them to calm me down. The man had somehow retreated back to his room. And lay, sleeping in his rocking chair... away from the window. My parents chalked it up to sleep paralysis or smth like that. And so, I went back to sleep. But in the morning I would receive the best news of my life. **Chapter 4:** **Dream come true** I was woken up at 7:00 AM by the sound of the doorbell. I groggily got up and put on my clothes (important note I forgot to mention, I sleep naked, so that makes it weirder) I went downstairs and my parents turned around and told me that the John had told them that he was moving away, and that he would be gone by noon. I now feel safe in my own room again. So to the man next door. let's **never** meet again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14xfcm7/the_man_who_stares_into_my_window_at_night/

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Almost kidnapped at Christmas

I am a 26 year old female and was sitting down with my fiancé talking about creepy things that happened to us as kids and I remembered this. I was about 8 or 9 and my neighborhood would do this Christmas house celebration where every house would do something different. I grew up in a very quiet secure everybody knows everybody part of Florida. Well it was all the neighborhood kids and myself playing outside while the parents drank and did festive holiday stuff. As we where playing this car pulled up and asked if one of us could show them the pool. For reference my house was in the back of the neighborhood hood and to get to it you had to pass the clearly visible pool.This was an older couple around 50 I would say so my brain didn't really register the threat. I was a very kind naïve kid so I offered to go with them and show them the pool. Right before I was to get in the car I finally remembered to tell a parent. So me and the other kids ran inside and got my mother upon hearing what was going on her and the rest of the adults ran outside and the car and the couple was gone. It's crazy to think about now that I was most likely almost kidnapped on Christmas and who knows what would have happened to me. So to the couple in the car if you are still alive let's not meet again .

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14wymgd/almost_kidnapped_at_christmas/

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Professional-Abies45

I was nearly kidnapped at the beach when I was a kid

So when I was a kid, maybe 6 or 7 (this was the mid 1990s) we took a family trip to the beach in florida. We were staying in a beach house a short walking distance from the beach. We went to the beach and I was supposed to stay in sight of my mom but I wondered way down and before I knew it I was lost. Alot of the houses looked the same and I wasnt sure which one was ours plus I couldn't see my mom anywhere. It started to rain. I came to a path that I was pretty sure led back to our house. Only it didn't lead to a house at all but instead to a parking lot. There was a big dirty van parked there. It was the only vehicle around. I was about to turn back when I noticed an overweight woman with brown hair a hot pink tank top and those big clunky thick glasses that were popular in the 80s waving and smiling at me from the passenger seat of the van. She said something like "oh my it's raining! Wheres your mommy? Let us take you her! It's dangerous to be out here in the rain!' You could get struck by lighting!" She was very friendly, almost overly so. In the drivers seat was a very overweight man without a shirt on, a hairy grey chest and some clunky looking gold chain. He was wearing yellow tinted "elvis shades" and staring at me intently. He was also smoking a cigarette which I knew was bad. The woman stepped out of the van and kneeled down to me. She asked how old I was. When I told her she gleefully remarked "oh my! We have two boys your age at our house! You should come over and spend the night! We've got movies, Nintendo and in the morning we've got all types of cereal!" I had been taught all about stranger danger but at this point in my life no adult had ever given me any reason not to trust them. The lady continued talking about stuff like how the boys have go karts and they like to drink chocolate milk. She made it seem very enticing for a seven year old kid and at this point I trusted her. I mostly liked the idea of getting to play with some kids my age. Then I remembered that I needed to ask my mom first. I told her this. She told me that was no problem that they live just up the road, my mom shouldn't mind. It started raining harder and she opened the sliding door of the van and said something like "now let's get you out of this rain and go find your mommy." I knew logically that I shouldn't do this but the lady seemed really nice. And I was desperately wanting to get out of the rain. As I walked toward to the open door of the van I noticed an awful stench that almost made me gag. This set off alarm bells in my head that something wasnt right. There were cigarette butts all over the floor. I looked up at the fat man who was not only staring at me with this menacing glare but he had this real creepy toothy smile and his teeth were stained a dark yellow. I could pick up on a very fucked up vibe from him. I knew now that I should run but the woman was ushering me to hurry up and get in. Her demeanor had changed. She was being demanding and trying to literally push me into the van. She sounded angry and said "get in already!" In a tone that was the complete opposite of how she had sounded before. I jumped the the side and started running as fast as I could. The woman managed to grab my arm or wrist but somehow I was able to quickly break free and run back to the beach. I think she tried to chase me but like I said she was very overweight. I made it back to my mom who was freaking out. I tried explaining what had happened to me but I dont think that at seven years old I was able to convey the gravity of what had happened to me and I didn't fully understand it myself.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14wl2jy/i_was_nearly_kidnapped_at_the_beach_when_i_was_a/

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Smooth_Use4981

scary encounter at my grandma's apartment complex

it's been quite a few years since this happened, so my memory is fuzzy, but i figured i would try to piece some stuff together. this was around summertime of 2018 or so, so i must have been freshly 14. my grandma had given me a couple quarters and told me to go to the community laundry room to get a dr pepper from the vending machine. she offered enough for me to get as well, and it was still light enough that i could walk down the sidewalk and get back before the sunset if i was quick enough. getting into the laundry room and getting the soda was easy enough, but as soon as i exited the building a car idling in the middle of the street caught my eye. it hadn't been there when i had gone in. i was already put off by this, as i had 'stranger danger' drilled into my head for as long as i could remember. the car had its windows rolled down, and the driver was a young woman, with two older (i want to say maybe mid 30s) men in the back seat. they were looking straight at me and beckoning me closer. i immediately thought FUCK NO to myself, and quickly broke eye contact and made my way quickly back down the street. as if the car KNEW the complex, they drove alongside me and pulled into the parking spot next to my grandmothers car. they started laughing with each other, still looking at me and whispering about something. at this point, i was terrified out of my little 14-year-old mind. i walked quickly inside my grandmothers apartment, locked and bolted the door, and couldnt sleep for the rest of my visit. nothing came of it, but i thank my lucky stars every day that i avoided anything more than an unsettling encounter. so, weirdos from my grandmothers old apartment complex, lets NOT meet.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14wj25v/scary_encounter_at_my_grandmas_apartment_complex/

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catboygraveyard

Creepy Guy Buys Something From Me On Facebook Marketplace

I'm going to tell this story just to make people aware of the dangers they may be putting themselves in by selling items online. I get a message from someone telling me they want to buy a specific item and from the getgo the person was pretty pushy. I wanted to make some money so I responded. The whole time I was talking to this person something felt off. This person we'll call A was being a little bit weird from the first message. A kept changing the time they were coming to get the item. A asked me if I had change for a certain amount and I said no. This was before A got to my house to pick up the item. I told A they needed to get change because I didn't have any cash. A ends up showing up and had parked around the corner somewhere so I couldn't see the car. I felt something was off because A handed me the incorrect amount and asked if I had change. I had already told A I didn't. Then A proceeded to ask me to get in their car so we can go get change. I told A I don't get in the car with strangers. A was like oh I'm from Europe and we don't worry about getting in strangers cars. I'm thinking yeah ok but I'm definitely not going to. A also asked me a lot of unnecessary questions about the watch. It was brand new and I had already told A this, plus it was just an ordinary wind up watch to set the time. A went and got change surprise surprise, so when this person got back I could see the car and a few other people were in the car. I had a really bad feeling so I just grabbed the money, gave A the watch and ran back inside. Am I making a big deal over this? If you need more details I will provide them. Thank you.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14vg07g/creepy_guy_buys_something_from_me_on_facebook/

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itsydots537

Someone tried to break into my house and they knew my identity. What should I do?

This all started a couple days ago (July 5th) where I'd get a random call from "FedEx" around 10PM where they would ask me for my name and address (which they already knew). I gave it to them thinking it might be a package that was lost and somehow found its way back to my home. Hindsight, I should have known FedEx doesn't deliver past 8pm here in Canada. I thought nothing of it till I got another phone call saying they can't find my unit number and asked me to come out to the roundabout nearby my place. My dad thought it was weird so he patrolled the area to find these people. My dad did around 4 laps, the first lap there wasn't anything there, but then I got curious and joined him for the 2nd lap, yet again nothing. I went back into my home and my dad did a 3rd lap around the house, he found a grey SUV in the corner and confronted them. They told my dad they aren't the delivery person and my dad left to do another confirmation check. As he was doing this last lap that same SUV wasn't there... The next day (July 6th) around 6pm-11pm we hear a doorbell ringing and I went down to check and it was 2 individuals around the ages of 20? They knew my name and was calling out for me. I thought it was weird because I've never seen them before. I didn't feel safe so I didn't pursue them. They kept coming over and over again so we called the police and talked about what we should do. The cops told me to contact them if this happens again.. The next day (July 7th) it was very quiet and nothing weird happened so we thought the worst has ended and just went on with my day. The next day (July 8th) it was the same quietness, but when the time approached 11pm my security camera spotted an individual with a mask on taking photo/video of my current house. This was the breaking point. We contact the police and informed them about this weird behavior. Just when you thought it was over. I was casually in the living room around 3am the same day (July 8th) I heard something thunking outside my balcony. I thought it could be anything and didn't mind it till it thunked again. I went to the balcony go see what I was hearing, then it clicked. I.. was face to face... with the intruder.. I started screaming for help and my family came down to check out the commotion. Thank god I checked the balcony that day... Who knows what else could have happened. Today is July 9th and I haven't got a wink of sleep in thinking of the terror that I faced. Am I one of the targets of a home invasion? How did they get my name? What do they want from me? UPDATE: The situation has calm down and the police are on the report. Currently at an airbnb until the construction is finished. Thanks for those who worried. EDIT: B.C. Residents be careful and stay aware of surrounding. Strange Arson incidents are happening everywhere atm. Not sure what is going on. This is not safe. The people responsible must be caught and police we thank you for your service!

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14uyz7k/someone_tried_to_break_into_my_house_and_they/

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Dry_Establishment434

Cartel/Gang Encounter

So this all starts when me and my 2 buddies (me 19, and them 20 and 17) went to go fish off this bank on the river in the afternoon. The lay out is that you drive over the levee before you drop down into a boat ramp/parking area right next to the river. We brought pizza, beer, weed, music, and of course our rods hoping we’d just hang out and do some late night fishing. At this point we’re all set up on the bank with our chairs and speaker having a nice evening and it’s probably been 2 hours and it’s 9pm now. All 3 of us we’re feeling good with some beers in our system and then we all of a sudden hear 2 cars with super loud music pull up and everyone gets out. The cars must’ve had 4-5 people in each one because I heard a lot of people talking but it was all in Spanish so I couldn’t make anything out. We try to ignore it but then it gets so loud that we couldn’t enjoy ourselves so we start packing our stuff to head back to the car and just chill out while we sober up. While we’re gathering our things we start to hear what sounds like an argument go down. We start to hear lots of glass shattering and people screaming at the top of their lungs (They couldn’t see us but they were basically no more than 20 feet behind our heads) At this point we’re just keeping quiet and then you start to hear what sounded like someone getting punched repeatedly and then a loud splash into the River by the boat ramp and someone saying “nah leave him, leave him.” Which was the only words spoken in English. At this point we didn’t know what we just heard happen and we didn’t wanna stick around and find out. The 3 of us trekked back up the steep incline to get back to the car but as soon as we came into their view they all got back into the 2 cars and quickly sped back over the levee. Except we spotted 1 of the cars just sitting on the top of the levee slowly creeping forward. When we turned our car on, that car then went fully over the levee. We realized we were the only car left in the parking lot and it was now pitch black outside, around 9:30 pm. We sat there for no more than 30 seconds just trying to process what we just heard go down and then we decided we need to get out of their completely and park somewhere to sober up all the way. As we’re going over the levee, the road goes over it and then down and makes a sharp left. Right after we take that sharp left our hearts drop when we see 4 cars lined up completely horizontal across the road blocking us from getting through. There’s orchards on our left and right so there was no going around at all. At this point my buddy just gassed it straight towards their bumpers to try and split in between the cars and get out of there even if it meant damaging the front end of his car. Just as we do that 1 of the 4 cars slightly moved out of the way creating a gap. We flew right through it and got tf out of there and they were laying on the horn while we passed through. We don’t know what their intentions were but clearly there was 2 cars in the boat ramp area where we were at and 2 cars on the other side of the levee blocking the road from anyone else coming in. I ended up filing a police report just in case they really did dump a body into the River (it happens all the time here) but I haven’t heard anything back. Definitely one of my most terrifying experiences. So to the 4 cars who may or may not have robbed us or god forbid killed is, let’s not meet again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14uv0da/cartelgang_encounter/

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Icy_Needleworker3875

“Guy” at the gas station

I was at the gas station and went up to the register to buy gas and some drinks as I was going on a small road trip. I got there and there is a large, balding man with ginger beard with the name tag “Guy”. I smiled at him and was polite, since I work customer service and try to be nice to everyone because you’ll never know what kind of day said person may be having. “Guy” smiled at me and asked if we’ve met before. I’ve never seen him in my life and I made a joke saying “I just have one of those faces!” And laughed it off. I had alarm bells ringing in my head because of his tone. I had a deep sinking feeling in my gut as he took his time checking me out. “Guy” kept talking to me saying I looked great today and he guessed my deadname. My deadname but I haven’t told anyone my deadname in years as I am non binary and hate people knowing. I try my best and keep my deadname a secret, plus I was paying with cash so I couldn’t think of a way that he would know. I smiled more to brush it off, trying to imply that wasn’t my actual name, saying “no I got by Royal”. He frowned and scratched his beard and I could have swore I saw bloody dandruff or something like that come down onto the counter. I tool my change and went out to my car, filling it up as quickly as I could. I pulled out my phone with the intent to let others know my location and just to tell my friends and my mom. Feeling hot breath on my dead and someones body pressed up against my back. I spun around and there was “Guy”. The most on godly smell hit my nose as looked down at me. I am 5’6, and my best guess that he was a 6 foot. “Guy” smiled, multiple of his teeth had been missing. He said I was rude for talking about him behind his back . I laughed it off and apologized. I went to quickly get the gas pump out of the car. Before I could even get my hand on it. “Guy” grabbed it from me and did it for me. Smirking and saying that I shouldn’t bother doing such manly things. He went to explain that he finally knew where he knew me from. He explained I was sex slave in a past life, that he was my “master” and he knew my frame anywhere. Im 17 and I have never met this man in my life, I nodded and tried to laugh it off saying “oh really?”. I didnt want to anger him. The man didn’t seem to be happy with that, as I tried to go around and get into my car. He opened the passager door to get it. I was in full panic mode, and had started my car and put petal to the medal with both doors swinging open. As I drove away, “Guy” had fallen to the ground and started to scream and curse. I pulled over after a mile and shut both of them. So “Guy” at the gas station, lets not meet again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14uij9k/guy_at_the_gas_station/

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Informal-Cup-1892

someone broke into the house, police said it was them?

Ok so to start this, i live in a very rural town in Australia. i have a close nit group of about 4-5 friends and we hang out all the time.. on this specific day i was at my friends house. about two days before this, her family came home and all the doors were WIDE open yet nothing was taken. this family inst one to leave their doors open, specifically in this town where crime runs rampant. on the the day that i was over. lets call these two friends Alissa and mike (not real names). me and mike were over at Alissa just hanging out on our phones when the front door banged open. we all looked at each other but brushed it off as wind slamming the door. in hindsight wind would not have been able to reach this door as it was in a little covering (idk how to explain it but you walk up stairs, there is a little room and then there is the front door). maybe 2 minutes after, the two sliding back doors slammed Very loudly. we again brushed it off to not scare our selves (we r kinda dumb sorry lmao) but then we heard loud noises inside the house, and footsteps running around their noisy wooden floor. this is where alarm bells started firing in my head. i was thinking about how someone had already been there, and wondering if this was the same person/people. we jumped up and me and Alissa held the bedroom door closed (her room doesn't have a lock). Alissa suggests that we called the police.. i didnt think it waas a good idea but as im holding the door, someone starts running and SLAMS into her door. at this point it was definitely time to call the police. they pick up, try to talk to Alissa (a little difficult because she is BAWLING her eyes out). eventually the operator understood and within less than 2 minutes police are at the door. these police officers were very kind and just asked about the situation before saying "we found the kid". I thought they meant the person that broke in so i asked them about the kid. the police looked confused and said "the missing five year old?". We had NO CLUE that there was a missing child on the loose. the police officer said there was about 40 cars looking for this kid and many police knocking on dorrs to ask if anyone had seen her. while i think the police were kind, their reasoning for the break in was CRAZY. they said "it was probably a police officer running in and looking for the kid.." we all looked confused and then he realised what he said and backtracked saying "they should have announced themselves though". pretty scare experience with police officers trying to calm us down but after talking about it with my friends, whoever broke in probably saw Alissa's mum leaving the house with two teens in the back so they thought the house was empty (Alissa has a brother so all together they have 3 in the house, but on this day her brother had a friend over and they were driving somewhere). so please, robber who frequents my friends house NEVER COME BACK TT. TLDR: somebody broke in, police said it was maybe them but in hindsight there is NO WAY it was the police. please, lets not meet again creepy robber!! <3

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14uqbd6/someone_broke_into_the_house_police_said_it_was/

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Major_Presentation15

Weird guy at Starbucks

Long time lurker first time poster. I am a 18 year old male from a southern state in the US. I don’t usually feel uneasy and I usually very chill about situation and people in public. This day I was spending the day in Washington DC with my friend 23 male. It was low energy day and all we really did was spend time looking at monuments. By early in the afternoon we were thirsty and headed to a Starbucks for a drink. While waiting in line someone tapped me on the shoulder. I thought it might be someone I know or someone I trying to get through, but it was actually a Older 25-35 year old white male with long dirty red hair, and a scraggly beard. He told me, “Jesus is king” , I responded, “yes I know we’re Christian”. My friend did the right thing and ignored him while I was stuck making uncomfortable small talk. He told me how Jesus is is always with him and how God tells him stuff. I am Christian myself but I did not believe what he was telling me. He told me, “God told me you were going to be a drummer”, I responded, “ I am already a drummer”. I have no idea how he would know or if it was a coincidence but it freaked me out a little. Then he said, “God also told me you would be a singer”, my heart dropped. I am also singer and this was really freaking me out. Then he went on to say a bunch of things like how he knew stuff about my mom and how he knew she prayed for me as a kid, and how I was destined to let my hair grow out. His breath smelled like weed and it made my face scrunch ever time he spoke. Eventually he left the line to sit down. I was really uncomfortable their and stayed longer than we should have. As soon as we got our drinks I rushed my friend out ask quickly as possible. I had a real uneasy feeling and I did not feel good until a while later. To the weird guy at Starbucks. Let’s No meet again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14udnv3/weird_guy_at_starbucks/

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Sergio741369

[TRUE] The Clowns in 2016, almost killed me.

Before I begin, I want to put down some basic facts about my story. I was 13 at the time of this occurrence, and had been reading creepypastas and true stories since I was 11. (Bad Habits...) I live in Carroll Island, a place where you can find a good amount of Forestry everywhere. This was located in Baltimore County, and I loved hearing Goatman stories about this place. I believe there is one in Carroll Island, but that's not the point. I loved this bit of forestry and had always when I was a child. I had lived in this house, (still am) since I was 7-8. These forests, like any other town, always had some Urban Legend behind them. Some of these were mostly told by older kids who were just trying to scare the kids who would wonder about the streets. The Teens would always go into the woods to smoke pot, alcohol. I hated that, but it's how they got their kicks. (story starts, sorry!) I was outside of my House, sometime near January on a full moon (Can't recall which month perfectly, just know it was a full moon) This was when some of the "Clown" things were starting to die off, and come back in April 2017. I never believed in them, and still don't, but that night I think I did. I walked inside my house with me, my brother, and my friend who we'll call Kyle. Kyle was from Dominican Republic and had always believed in the Paranormal, so we had a good bit in common. We walked into my brothers room, since it was the largest, and were watching Logan Paul's controversial "Suicide Forest" video. Once it was done, Kyle remembered it was a full moon, and that the "Clowns" were out tonight. I called bullshit, and told him it was all hoaxes, and insane people on Highways. He doubled me by saying that, if I didn't believe, they'd get me. I laughed at his remark to that, and told him to stop believing all that stuff. That's when my brother, who i'll call Josh, sat up and said that I was just a pussy. I told him he was a jerk, and that it wasn't funny. We got into a conversation for a good 10 minutes, when Kyle finally says, "Than why don't you go prove it?". I said, "Okay.", and told them that I would be back, I know just the place to prove it. There was a little place down the road that was put there for a Park essentially. It wasn't funded, the only thing it had was a small walk-bridge that was pretty nice. We called it the Duck Pond, but it actually was Seneca Creek. I'm giving all the location details to give you a better understanding of how scary this place would've been at night. I left the house, got onto my bike and rode off 2 blocks away. At the entrance of the "park", is another set of woods that is private property, for houses on the Water, and some abandoned houses inside. The entrance is easy to see, can't miss it and personally, it looks pretty. As I was walking up to the entrance, I had noticed a foul odor. Keep in mind that this is WILDLIFE, were things DIE and DECOMPOSE right there. It wasn't helped with the stench of trash, reeking from the trash-island. I was about to walk into the Park, when I shit you not... something, had spoken in a low, somewhat luring voice. "Hey there, kiddo. Why don't ya come over here?". This is when I went into fucking panic mode. I am someone who isn't scared off so easily, but it was the thought that, it could be someone out there. The Unknown, which scared me. I turn towards the small patch of bushes near the entrance, and I see something crouched over deep in the bushes, facing me. I couldn't tell if it was a Clown, or demon, I didn't fucking care at this point. Even thinking about it is making me paranoid. As I was gonna man up, and go see what it was, it speaks again. "That's right, come over here." And I hear a sheathing of a blade. That's when I knew it was time to book it. I instantly wailed out in fright, almost pissing myself, and crashed into that bike. I say if I hadn't been riding for many years and built up muscle to power out of there, I would've been done. I floor it back to my house, at this point my body is in complete hysteria and Kyle said that once I opened the door, I was not comprehensible. It took me a minute to calm down, and realize I shouldn't be so scared. I explained to Kyle and Josh what had just happened, and we agreed to go back tomorrow and fuck up whoever was there. We never did, and I never go there at night. Creepy man in the fucking bushes, whoever you are, if you're still out there. Let's not meet again. (This is a true story, I am a upcoming story writer and thought i'd put down a real one first. Thank you for reading.)

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/afqnt8/true_the_clowns_in_2016_almost_killed_me/

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ScaryVideoReviewsYT

true story

this happened to me when I was 5 or 6 years old , I'm now 18 yo. saddly I've been sexually harrased since this incident and continued till my 15 yo , when I was little I was a really bubbly little girl , everyone loved me and I somehow attracted people to me , I made a lot of trouble and I run a lot from home .. mistake number one :/ , for this story I was playing outside and there was a security guard that worked at a mall in my home block , I dont know how but after like 15 minutes I found myself in his arms going into like a small playground that was popular and well filled with kids and parents , he let me play whatever i want and i didnt feel that i was in danger or anything meanwhile my family was looking for me everywhere .. after awhile we were sitting on a bunch eating and at that moment i saw his private parts and some liquied coming out of it yes yes its what you are thinking about idk how or what he did to me .. I still dont but noone saw him or noticed that this man wasnt my father or brother or my family , he took me back to my block and when we were walking i saw my mom crying runinnig to catch she hugged me so tight that i couldnt breathe i dont kno what happened afterthat but i know i didnt say a word since i didnt know that what i saw wasnt a good thing , after a couple of years i brought back this story to my mom and told her about that white liquied she immedietly set me down and began asking questions when I realized what happened was a bad thing I told her it was just a bottle of milk that somehow spelled on his pants and laughed about it , I dont know if she believed me or not but weve never talked about it again . I still see him , hes married now and have a son adn eveeytime we cross paths he looks at me with a look that breaks me to little pieces

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/aei01d/true_story/

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LoubnaDJE

I was stalked while on a hockey trip

Im a 13 year old female and it was only a few ago months when this happened. I was on a hockey trip with the rest of my family, i dont play but my siblings do. Im generally a quite person, i have social anxiety and dont react well to situations with people complimenting me or anything. My family had just pulled into a rest stop i was already familiar with. I was walking in to go get a drink with my little sister who is 9, when she ran ahead of me. I didnt care much, but i wish she had stayed by my side because not even a few seconds later a Caucasian man who looked to be in his mid 40's honked his horn at me. I instantly jumped back because i was right next to his car which was a red four door sedan. He started telling me how pretty i was and how i should hop into their car. Being the unsocial person i am, i walked away with no reply. I ran inside to go meet up with my little sister. Im peetty close with her so i laughed about what just happened and told her. We didnt think much of it and left as soon as we came. The man made crude gestures to me as i walked back to my other siblings. (I have 2 sisters and one brother. My brother is pretty intimidated and 16 while my other sister is 15 and not intimidating. They both play hockey and are stronger than me.) My family drove off and started to go to the hotel we were staying at. It was an hour or two away so after a while we stopped at another rest stop so me and my siblings could stretch. I had already forgotten about the encounter with the man when i noticed a car pull in. It was a red four door sedan. I didnt mind much attention to it at first until i walked into the restroom area. A man followed me in and just sat on the bench like he was waiting for someone. Wanting to avoid eye contact or talking, i pulled my little sister next to me and just spoke about video games with her. I waited until she was done to walk out with her but my mom walked in and told me to go back to the car. I always avoid talking to strangers and i get really nervous is someone even says hi to me so i avoid any contact with people. As i was walking back out, the man followed me. He was around the same height as me, im 5'8. He walked next to me and whispered into my ear something along the lines of "You would look good tied to my bed." I dont completely remember what he said, i just tensed up and ran for my car, jumping into the back seat. I was scared now, but because i was an idiot, i only texted my friend about it. She told me it was some random creep and to not worry about it. I did as she said and forgot about it. I thought that was it for the encounters. Once my family got to our hotel, we only checked in and went to the ice rink. We took longer than we thought so we had to be at the rink emedietly. I begane to forget the man again. It was the start of the second period and i was sitting outside the actual rink with my sister. I dont bother watching, at least not until now. My sister and i were playing some multiplayer game when a man sat right next to me and asked what i was playing. I got extremely uncomfortable and moved away only to have him move closer. He began asking me if i had a boyfriend and i just pointed to my ear to pretend i was deaf. It was pretty stupid looking back, but i had a plan if he believed me. I dont know much sign language, but i know enough to pass a lie. Sadly, he didnt buy it and continued to ask. I stayed silent, ignoring him until he put his cold hand on my thigh. I was wearing leggings so i felt how cold his hand was. I jumped at it and he in turn squeezed it. In the game my sister and i were playing we could message things so i quickly looked at her and wrote in the chat of our game 'ask me to go to the br with u'. She looked at me and realized what was going on. She walked over to me and told me she had to go to the bathroom. We hid in the bathroom for a while until the game was over. I didnt see him till the next game was going, which was the next day. My sister had a fever the day the game was so i volunteered to stay with her at our hotel. I only really did it to avoid the man again. It was a few minutes later and i heard a knock at the door. At this time, my little sister was downstairs getting breakfast from the hotel. I assumed it was her and opened the door. I hated what i saw instead of my sister. It was the same man as before, i was horrified. His face had a horrible grin on it. Before he could say anything, i slammed the door and decided it was a good time to call the police. I was crying at that point as i sat against the door and called the police. They arrived shortly after and the man was arrested. It turns out he had been taking pictures of me the whole trip. He had been following me the whole time. Even when i was swimming with my siblings. From then on, i dont ever walk alone, i hate it. I just really fucki g hope to never see him again, it was the second scariest thing in my life (Sorry for any errors in this or lack of detail. I tried to keep it short enough that it wasnt a novel. I don't remember a lot because i was always trying to forget what was happening, but i tried my best to remember it all)

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lily-draws

The girl in the mirror.(TRUE)

I was about the age of 13 when this story took place. I lived in an old house just on the outside of a large city, and was surrounded by cornfields and forests. I had lived there all of my life before this happened. It was a dreary, summer night which is mostly normal for the place I live. But on this particular night, something just felt... off. I had came home from soccer practice around 6 pm and my parents always had me in bed by 8. The night went on as usual. I ate dinner, played with my little sister, and did some weightlifting before bed. I got in to bed around 7:45. (This story will better make sense if I tell you some things about me. I'm a restless sleeper. I toss and turn and get up periodically through the night. And I've always had a fascination with the afterlife. Okay back to the story. ) I'm not sure exactly what time I fell asleep, but I didn't really have my usual episodes through the night. This was the first night I slept peacefully in years. I was suddenly awoken by s strange noise coming from the bathroom in my bedroom. Since I had to use the bathroom anyways, I decided to go check it out. I thought it might be a mouse or a bat since we live in the country and the house is old and has holes in the older walls. I went in the bathroom, I didnt see anything so I proceeded on my way to pee. After peeing, I washed my hands and face and when I was washing my face I looked up at the large mirror that overhangs my sink. Since there was still water in my eyes, my vision is blurry and i couldn't really see much. But i thought i saw something behind me but i thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I dried my face off and looked up at the mirror again. Right behind me, there was a little girl, clutching my body, almost as if she was hiding from something. Her ghostly outline scared me at first, but as I kept looking, I could tell that whatever was scaring her was coming from the basement. So I walked to my basement door and I opened it slightly at first cause I was very scared of what might be behind it. This being said, I've lived in this house my entire life, and have never been in the basement. My dad mentioned to me that it had 3 separate parts all separated by small windows that you could barely fit through. So I walked down the basement steps and got down to the bottom where the light switch was. I turned it on. And all seemed like it was okay. That's until I heard what sounded like crying from one of the other parts of the basement. In my mind, I was thinking "Fuck this shit" but in my heart I knew I had to see what it was. So I ventured through the part of the basement and the light couldnt reach the other side where the other room was. It was pitch black. I still heard the crying, but since it was so dark I couldn't see anything. Something gave me the urge to go to the far corner of the room because the way the moonlight reflected off of the floor, you could kind of see with the little light you had. I walked over to the corner. And stared directly in the middle of the room. There, in the middle of the room, was a chair. It had shackles for the feet and what looked like to be some type of restraint for arms or something like that. That's when I noticed that there was someone sitting in that chair. I walked closer, only to reveal that it was the same little girl ghost that had been crying previously in the bathroom. She was also crying there, and had needles stuck in her arms. Draining some type of fluid into her. All was quiet till she started screaming. It was so high pitched I thought it sounded like a siren, or something of that nature. She was saying words but I couldnt make out anything she was saying. Until she spoke 5 menacing words that made my heart sink. She said. GET. OUT. DADDY. IS. COMING. Not even thinking twice, I sprinted up the basement stairs, tripping over my own feet and fell flat on my face once I reached the top. I got back up and ran to my parents room. I told them what happened. They went Down there, and checked everything out. I told them about the chair, and the little girl that was screaming. They told me that there was no chair in the basement and that there had never been 3 parts of the basement. Me not believing them, I walked back down there, and the room that I saw the chair in, was not there. "There had only ever been two parts of the basement" my dad said. I told him what i saw and how i knew there had to be some mistake. But, i never did see that part of the basement again. I'm 18 now, and I decided to do some research on the house to see if theres any history that could have caused that. I came across an article of a man who had been arrested in 1868 for doing lab experiments on all of his children. After the man was arrested. The police found all 12 skeletons of his children stuffed behind the basement stairs, under debris and concrete. Now that I finally have moved out of that house, and that I finally have an answer as to what I saw that night. I am finally at peace. But those 5 words still hang over me to this day. GET. OUT. DADDY. IS. COMING.

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BeyondScaredDeath

The Smiling Man

This was a small event that took place last summer in my home of Staten Island i lived in a community with a bunch of parks and a pool in center of it all, i was going to meet a friend to smoke the take my girlfriend at the time out for lunch so i decided to post myself on one of parks many concrete garbage pale covers. I took my surroundings an i noicted a small boy and a man old enough to be his grandpa. I felt something was wrong, i come from a family of cops so my blue blood is kicking in. My eyes were fixed on the man. 6'1 brown eyes ,fair skin ,salt and pepper hair that was thinning and a red an blue tablecloth button up shirt. My gut said watch em so i did. The entrance to the playground was adjacent to me on the left side, the man an the child were making the right turn to come the entrance as i lit my smoke. I notices the distance between them, the kid didnt even akcnowlage this man. This were it hits me the kid runs in the playground, the man keeps walking passed the entrance, i broke sight to watch the kid run in when I returned to the man he was looking at me my gut feeling the sense of a predator as we locked he smiled the biggest shit eating grin like a malicious child with his hand in the cookie jar. He began to make an exit out of the park which is adjacent of me on the right side. I ran to the kid an politely asked him "hey bud you know that man in the red an blue shirt" The young man shook his head no. I realised that i may have prevent this child's abduction. I spreaded news about this man through the neighborhood like bad gossip. Since ive moved away I still remeber that wide smile an prey that creep hasnt taken anyone

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Crazymrgigabyte

[TRUE] Pedophile Stalker from Middle School

oh boy, i saw a collection of these stories of "stalkers from highschool" and i knew i had a good story to add. content warning for pedophilia, rape threat mention, murder threat mention, child exploitation; if you're sensitive to those, be careful reading. i was eleven years old. at the time, i was suffering from undiagnosed and untreated lyme disease, anxiety, psychosis, and ptsd. i was a neglected child, and it was very obvious in the way i reacted to being touched and to being talked to. i had started middle school in america and that probably was the worst decision i had made. i was cute- a little bit of acne; short fluffy hair; a naturally slim figure; long eyelashes and large hazel-green puppydog eyes. my parents were aware of this, as i had been a target for... peculiar adults earlier on, so i knew to be vigilant of any older students giving me any unnatural attention. but remember, i was suffering from undiagnosed psychosis; unmedicated, my judgement was awful, and my inner want for attention from any older friendly figure over-rid my fears. this was also very obvious in the way had torn the skin off my hands or pulled the hair off my head and made irrational, sudden decisions that usually ended up in me getting bruised or hurt. i was a flashing neon target for manipulation. in the month of october, i had some issues with my legs and it required them to both be in casts. i could still walk, but my mom picked me up from the back of the school now instead of having me walk the 15 minute journey home. it was a pretty, green suburban neighborhood, and the walk was nice, so i was a little disappointed and a little anxious because i didn't like being alone, behind the school, after hours. i was delighted to know there was another kid that waited there for his mom to pick him up. let's call him.... S. we had the same video game pin on our bags, so we talked. he was older, i don't remember what grade, but he was about 15-16. he was a lot bigger, stronger, taller than i was, but i didn't mind. we'd wait the fifteen minutes for our parents to arrive, say our goodbyes, and i'd hop down to my mom's car and wave and tell my mom about him. she was a little suspicious but was happy i was talking to people normally. after a few conversations while we waited, S started getting a little touchy-feely with me, but i was delighted to have person-to-person physical contact from somebody i liked. he'd squeeze my hand, ruffle my hair, pat my shoulders, etc, but i didn't see anything wrong with it. at one stage, he gave me his tumblr and i gave him mine. after school, we would text eachother about our interests, and we'd wave to eachother in the hallways. i was ecstatic. but eventually, he ended up sending me cute things with the tag "dd/lg" saying that he thought i'd like it. they were things like pacifiers or stuffed toys with pastel pink, glittery filters and captions like "look what daddy bought me!" but i was thrilled he was thinking about me. i wasn't used to people giving 'trash like me' such high regard. in my free time i would then explore those tags; i learned that it stood for "daddy dominant/little girl." a fetish- a community for pseudopedophiles, those who get off to the idea of having relationships with children in their family pretending to be their caretaker. more and more he eased me into the idea, and because i had a lot of childhood trauma behind me, i took comfort in it. it just kept escalating, and at one stage, he asked me if i would like that kind of relationship. i said yes. every morning, he'd text me something along the lines of "good morning, princess- can't wait to see you. i love you so much, little one; remember to eat!" at around seven, another little lovey text in the middle of the day, and a goodnight one at around seven in the evening. he then began asking gently if he could, say, pick out my outfits for me, or read me bedtime stories, and i loved it so much. i then was hospitalized in early january from a manic-depression induced suicide attempt involving a seatbelt and some seam cutters. in the emergency room, i wrote little letters at the back of my sketchbook i had brought with me, addressing him as daddy and signing them off as "princess." my mom never read them. i wasn't allowed on electronics, so after a few days when i was discharged, i was met with a spam of texts from him wondering where i was. they were a little possessive, but eagerly i texted back. we met up in town a couple of time, got donuts together, looked through the baby section of the local pharmacy for pacifiers and baby bottles, talking about how we wish i could buy them. we'd then talk afterwards. at night, he'd send... suggestive texts. expected from a romantic relationship, so at one stage, i responded. every night he then began to pressure me into sending videos of me masturbating for ones of him in return. drunk in love, i complied, and he'd send me paragraphs of what he'd like to do to me and videos of him doing what you'd expect. physically, it hurt, and i expressed this to him, hoping he'd stop, but he ate it up. every night. sometimes he'd request specific things; wearing pink socks, or posed beside a teddy bear. it was freaky but i didn't care even if i felt gross. at one point, he bought me orthopedic pacifiers and requested me to... put the up there, and send him videos of me wearing them and coo his name. i was only really allowed to call him daddy. he began pressuring me into more, and more, and more. i was then hospitalized for three months in an outpatient facility, for my recovery, so it was only through text until i came back in around the month of may. my mom still picked me up from the back of the school, and he'd wait there for me. he'd put me on his lap, push me up against the wall, kiss me hard, but recoiled like he touched something hot when he heard the familiar sound of my car's smooth motors and tires against the poorly paved road. he told me it was "our little secret," and to "not let mommy found out." i agreed. on fridays, we'd go into the park. one day, i wore a baby-blue babydoll dress i had and he couldn't get enough of me twirling and running around. he then sat me down away from his friends to tell me how much he'd love to smash my face against the pavement right there and fuck my corpse. that escalated quickly. i asked him why, and he instantly went back to the 'caring father' persona, pretending he didn't know what i heard. he told me i was hearing things, and i believed him. he told me the same thing at night. the next day we repeated our nightly routine, but i asked if i could leave early because i was tired. he then sent me paragraphs from his phone about how if he didn't get what he wanted, he'd have to 'teach me a lesson' and "stretch me out himself" to show what happened to good girls. finally i broke from the lovestruck daze and i was terrified. i cried into my blankets. i grew distant, but he didn't. my mother found those texts after i left my laptop open on the couch. she reported S to the police. he stopped coming to school and i remember hazily going to court and ending up having a restraining order against him. sometimes he'd try to reach out, but now my internet was officially monitored, so i blocked him hesitantly. my friends supported me and i moved out of the country across the atlantic ocean two months later. i since burned that dress and melted those pacifiers. i gently washed the stuffed animals he made me .. associate with and put them up for adoption at the local thrift store. i couldn't go to parks anymore because the word "daddy" would make me break down crying instantly if i heard it, but it's been a while since then. he's gone now. my now-boyfriend goes to school with S. S recognizes him and will approach him, asking about me. my boyfriend is terrified, but has asked S to leave him alone and after a few close-calls to crying S has started avoiding my boyfriend. S is still preying on girls my age; a girl who had been since abused by him reached out to me on instagram to tell me what he's doing. S doesn't refer to me by name anymore. he'll call me "that autistic chick" and tell the girls he's in relationships with that i was so much better than them for being compliant and cuter, and it makes me sick; but i'm not in america anymore. i can't do anything about it. maybe karma will catch up to him, maybe he'll finally go to jail soon for stealing money and abusing little girls. but the fact that he's still out there catches up to me at night sometimes, and it's frightening.

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/a9zl3a/true_pedophile_stalker_from_middle_school/

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luckiiest

My Pedo Neighbor

(TRUE STORY) So I’m a female and this happened when u was around 12. First some backstory... I have had this neighbor that lived a street down from me. For a couple months he lived with his dad because he couldn’t afford his own place. No problem... yet. Until he started staring, peeking and looking into windows of houses. The horrifying part is no one new why. Probably to look at naked women but he has been caught many times. The police have been called on him multiple times and he had been arrested a handful of times for smaller problems. Well, while this was going on rumor spread that he was lurking around the neighborhood. So parents became hesitant to let their kids play outside. Now one day I met him face to face. I was walking home from my grandparents house they lived a short walking distance away with my younger brother 10. We walk and talk about how the day was going while my mom drove home before us. (We didn’t want to drive in the car we wanted to walk) So we are walking home it was close to a 5 minute walk back to my house. Once we finally turn the corner to our small cul de sac we see the mans car drive by (the whole neighborhood was on a watch for him) I whispered to my brother “that’s .....” he says “no way really” and him being the smart, invincible 10 year old he was yells “Yo .....” to his moving car with the windows down. Not thinking he really heard us I gave him a stern smack on the head and told him to keep walking. Meanwhile the man turns his car around and starts to follow us. I finally notice in disbelief and scream “.... run!” And we run to my mothers arms. She was waiting for us in the garage not noticing what happened. The man does a loop with his car in the cul de sac and leaves going the way he came. He now knew where we lived. That night we all huddled nervous that he was lurking around the home. He never came as we knew of. 2 weeks later he was arrested for showing his male parts to a woman in Walmart. He was arrested for a year and is now back in the neighborhood. Selling drugs etc. Many rumors have spread that he lured many underaged girls to his house but no one knows if that is true or not. So that’s where I sit today. Wondering always wondering what happened to him and always looking over my shoulder.

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ShadowGirl-1

my 2 scariest experiences

I dont know how to star this....and also sorry for my bad english..ok this will take me some time! my first story takes place to my grandmas tow -storeyed detached house in the summer of 2018 im 15 and i was hanging home with my three friends all the three of them are girls and im the only guy at the group. At this time the sun had started to set and we had just finessed some beers,not that we drink much and personally i dont like beer. but just to know we had start to get bored A LOT so i searched some thing to play similar to an Ouija board and i came up to the (card game). Its a ritual kind of thing that you set 3 pears of six cards,a candle in a dark room with all the lights off. Now that i gave you a view of what was about to happen lets get to the relay creepy shit that happened.i forgot to say that we where at the first floor of the house and also we have a labrador and her name is laura. So, i place the cards the candle and i turn off all the lights and we all sit and i start the classic questions. every card symbol is a word,spade means no , heart means yes , diamond means maybe and club means no, for every question i asked the answer was no and one maybe, my friends had started to get bored and make fun of me and they left the room passed the haul way and got to the other room the only thing that separated us was a wall with curtains that i could talk to them....and i continue asking questions like (is someone here now that im alone\] <<YES>>,( are you a woman or a man) <<MAYBE>>..at this point i wasn't afraid i was jut curious, then i asked<< how old are you if you are real>> then chills ran all over me but i continue the same question two more times.then i heard the slow rhythmic tapings (tap.....tap....tap.....) i ignored it thinking my friends wanted to scare the shit out of me and again....the rhythmic taps.. more aggressive this time. I sneaked through the dark room at the door so i could open it and scare one of the girls.i open it and no one was there,the dog wasnt following someone and i freak my shit out, and I ran thru the hall to the room that my friends were in and i see all of them being comfortable sitting and in a paniced voice i say <<who the fuck was tapping at the door>> they all looked so confused and they said to me <<stop being fucking crazy no one hits doors>>.After some arguing one of the girls ,lets name her eua, whe get to the room and i start the same question <<how old re you >>.now imagine someone banging the door but with his finger bone,that was the sound we heard after the question we opened the lights and never touched cards again. ​ ​ (Second story) this story was last wear.i was with my uncle at the time,it was about 1 or 2 in the morning and we were walking the dog a Labrador and my uncles huge wolf dog . as we were walking down the road we saw a guy wearing only grey pants, nothing on the top and having head phones on, is eyes were painfully wide open but he had no expression on his face my uncle noticed him and became aware, and i kept an eye on him.he followed us and we stooped because my uncle got very angry with that fucking stalker,then he stopped too, and he got in a house but didn't unlock any doors so the house wasn't his. we walked faster and then he got out but slow waking with bigger steps, he stops still and stands in the middle of the small road surrounded by houses the dogs were completely ignoring him.we finally got to the house without him following us,but it doesn't stop [here.in](https://here.in) summer of 2018 i was talking with my uncle and he told me that saw this fucking guy in the news , and there have been several reports of him stabbing and raping women.the scariest part is that this psycho motherfucker new were we live... if you want to upload or read my story sent me a message to my instagram (mortician-.-) so i can see it :)

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mortician_

[True] "I Dream of You"

(This is a short one.) So this isn't my story but my best friend's. She told me about her uncle, that is, her stepdad's brother, and how sketchy he was. There's always one questionable uncle in every family, isn't there? My friend said that a few years ago whenever she would meet up with her step-uncle, he would always give her the creeps. He would say things like "The wife and I are going to the trailer for a week and you should come along--oh, my wife is only going to be there for a couple days but you're welcome to stay as long as you like." Not necessarily the worst thing in the world, but the way he said it made her really uncomfortable. He would bring her presents all the time, and find any excuse to be alone with her. She said that he would often come by her tattoo shop when there was no one else around, despite living an hour away. There was only one door to that shop, so she would be stuck there either until closing time or until step-uncle decided to leave. And when he hugged her, his hands would go too low and his hug would last too long. I can't remember if I ever met this guy, but I was very familiar with my friend's stepdad and I never cared for him, so safe to say it isn't a stretch to imagine this. What makes me angry is that my friend finally confessed to her stepdad and told him what had been going on and how it upset her, but the bastard didn't believe her! Nothing was done, because good old uncle was just trying to be nice and my friend was "overreacting". About three years ago, my friend's life became much more difficult. Her mother suddenly passed away which was very sad for everyone involved. With all the stress and grief involved, my friend was at her wits end. Her mother's memorial service was held at home and the entire family came by to give their condolences. My friend was lost in all of it, still not sure what to think. Of course, uncle was there. Sometime during the service, he came up to her, gave him one of his too-long, too-low hugs and whispered into her ear: "I dream of you." My friend said she sat on the porch and couldn't function for hours.

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AviGABS

[FICTION] Diary of a Downward Spiral

PERSONAL DIARY OF FELICITY BEAUMONT MARCH 21ST Dear diary, oh God, I haven’t done something like this since I was a little girl, it just sounds so silly coming from me now. It’s amazing how life can change in the blink of an eye. A couple of months back I was in peak physical condition, training to run a marathon, now I’d be lucky to hobble to the bathroom. How did this all happen? That’s a good question, I can hardly remember myself. The last thing I remember is visiting a friend’s house for a Christmas party, and then waking up in the ICU barely being able to move. To my understanding, black ice was the culprit. I guess it was the airbag that saved my life, or what was left of it. So, here I am now. The doctors recommended that I start writing things down. They say it will help me better keep my emotions in check and maybe even jog my memory. Jog my memory? Maybe I should choose my words a little more carefully. Everyone always tells me how lucky I am to be alive, but you know what, that’s bullshit. I’m supposed to tell the truth here, if only here. Anyone who thinks we’re lucky just for existing is too stupid to understand that there are in fact worse things than dying. I haven’t slept well for fucking months now! The funny thing about tossing and turning is that you don’t start to appreciate it until you can’t do it anymore. And I keep hearing voices coming from upstairs. When I finally do get to sleep I am haunted by hellish nightmares of the accident. It’s the same horrifying images played on loop each time, my body being meshed and compressed along with the cold hard steel from the car, my body and it forming some kind of demented sandwich. Every morning, I wake up and spend a good minute or so trying to force myself out of bed, eager to pour myself a cup of coffee and take on the day. The sight of my bed sores and the agonizing pain the comes with them snap me back to reality really quick. Ok ok, enough negativity for today. I have to remember what the psychologist said, “Try your best to focus on the positive!” I hate to break it to you doc, but once you’ve been tun off the road going 70 miles an hour, the rose-tinted spectacles you’ve been wearing your entire life tend to turn to shit. Here I am now, laying in a hospital bed set up in my family room. I can’t even go upstairs in my own bed. And with the string of burglaries that’s been going on lately, anyone could get in here in the middle of the night and I’d be completely helpless. My husband Jack, said he’ll take care of it though and make sure nothing happens to me. At the very least, I guess I do in fact have him, to be thankful for. I’ll tell you what, if it wasn’t for him, I don’t know what I would have done. The poor thing was in the passenger seat that night. He had too much to drink that night and was riding shotgun. I’ve seen pictures of what’s left of the car and believe me when I tell you that that side took the brunt on it. The luck on my hubby though, other than some bumps and bruises he’ll be back to his old self in no time! Even though he wasn’t driving, I think he still feels a little guilty for what happened. He has to work a lot, but he made sure to get me the most expensive caretaker he could find to watch over me when he cannot be there. She seems great, I’ll give her that, but for the money I would think she would have a slightly better attendance record. What was her name again? Alexa ------- something or other. My mind is drawing a blank right now. Although, the doctors won’t admit it. I think this medicine is fucking with my head, it always has. But what can I do? I gotta take it. Asthma in a bedridden patient is a big no no. The last thing I need is to catch pneumonia. Thank goodness for Jack and Alexa, they make sure that I never miss a dose. Well, I think that’s enough for now. I’m kinda tired. Hopefully I wont need this hospital bed much longer. I miss going upstairs and sleeping next to jack. It’s too bad this damn hospital bed was only built for one. MARCH 28TH Dear Diary, No, you know what, dear God, I wish I was dead! Why couldn’t he just kill me and be done with it!? There’s a lot of thing’s I can put up with, but there is a limit to this nightmarish hell that I am willing to endure. Did I ever tell you that I can’t even wipe my own ass anymore? Nurse or no nurse, I don’t care if you have a whole squad of caretakers on standby, words cannot even begin to describe how much that hurts your pride. But wait, there’s more! I had myself a little accident today. Alexa sat me up on the toilet today to do my business. Everything was going ok until the telephone started to ring. I don’t know what possessed her to do this but she left me in there alone while she ran to go get it. I wound up falling at a weird angle and banging my face against the sink. Now I look like I went fifteen rounds with Mike Tyson. The three of us had a talk about it when Jack got home from work. It turns out she was under orders from him to make sure the phone got answered. I guess he was expecting an important phone call. I’m glad to know Jack’s job takes precedent over me, it’s nice to know where I stand. Where I stand… look at me there a go again! I talked to him about it after she left. He apologized profusely and promised that from now on, Alexa is to under no circumstances talk on the phone while I am in her care. That was all I got, an “I’m sorry”, and an assurance that it wouldn’t happen again. My head was killing me and he didn’t even offer to massage my neck or anything. He told me he would have his Amazon Echo to remind him to pick up some cream for my eye. I don’t think Jack realizes that I can still remember where he keeps his gun. He’s lucky I cannot get up out of this bed for myself. This room could use some redecorating and I think my brains would be the perfect shade of red. I’m no gun expert, but I did in fact take a photography class in high school. The general idea is basically the same, you just point and shoot! April 20th Dear Dia---- you know what? Forget it, that’s too childish. Down to business. I’m sorry it has been so long since I’ve last written. I promised the doctor I’d try to maintain a more consistent schedule. It has all been for good reason though I assure you. I’m sorry about my last post, I was in a very dark place, but I’ve had some good long sessions with my psychologist and after a swift medication change. I think I will be ok. Plus, where my future once seemed bleak and uncertain, I now have a glimmer of hope. I’ve been working extra hard, both at physical therapy and back at home here with Alexa. I’m proud to report that some of my movement has started to come back. I am now able to hoist myself up in bed and sit up for a little bit. The doctors were very pleased with me. They say If I keep this up I might even be able to walk again, granted, it would most likely be with a cane, and I wouldn’t be running a marathon anything soon, but it would be so nice to be able to walk upstairs again, to get to sleep in my own bed again. Unfortunately, that’s where the good news stops. I wish Jack would’ve been more excited. He barely said two words on the ride home. He was too preoccupied with his damn phone. It must’ve taken us twenty extra minutes to get home. We hit every god damn red light on the way. If he wasn’t checking a text, he was yelling into that stupid thing “Siri, do this!” “Siri, remind me about that.” Talk to me you son of a bitch! I might have banged my head a little in the accident, but I’m not an idiot. I am your wife. Let me help you! Take your eyes off the phone and talk to me! At least tell me who you’re texting, that’d be something to talk about. But no, he’s been so secretive lately, and I can’t stand it. Ever since the accident he’s been this way, he says he loves me, but his heart just isn’t in it. At first I was grateful he got Alexa to help me out, but now I’m starting to think it was just more convenient for him to pay someone rather than deal with me himself. I don’t know. I guess I’m done for now, I’m exhausted, those damn voices won’t let up. April 27th I haven’t been sleeping well lately. Remember about the voices I was hearing? I feel like they’re getting louder. I didn’t get to sleep until around 5am this time. Jack keeps saying he doesn’t hear anything. I don’t know he can’t. I swear they must be coming right from our room. He keeps telling me that I’m just dreaming it, but I can tell the difference between dreams and reality. I am only having one dream and it’s still the nightmare of the accident. These voices are all too real! One of these days, I’ll be strong enough to get out of this bed, and I’m gonna confront them. I know that I am not crazy! Alexa didn’t show up today. According to Jack, she wasn’t feeling well. So, it was just the two of us today. I must admit, today he did seem to be a bit more attentive than normal. We actually had a half way pleasant day. Even though I was pretty tired, he actually managed to take my mind off it. He picked just like he did when he carried me though the door when we first bought the house, and he placed me into the passenger seat of his convertible. We had a pleasant drive in the country and for dinner he took me where we had our first date. He apologized for being so tied up with work lately and presented me with a bottle perfume, both as a gift for doing so well with my therapy, and an apology. The bottle was partially empty but I didn’t care. This stuff isn’t easy to find anymore. He said he got it at a garage sale. He knows how much I love the old fashioned stuff. At least he was thinking of me. I was so excited I could hardly contain myself. I think that’s enough for now. It’s nice not being able to sleep from excitement. I Never thought I would feel this way again. April 28th God damn it! Son of a Bitch! I can’t believe it. Does he think I’m some kind of an idiot or something? I refuse to put up with this. Alexa came back to work today. She smelled awfully familiar. I cannot believe that I didn’t notice this before. That bitch was wearing perfume! The same kind that Jack claimed he found for me. I’ll be he looked REALLY HARD alright. I can’t believe I didn’t see it before! Alexa’s absences, Jack’s clandestine phone calls, him being constantly preoccupied. And those voices, I wasn’t imagining them at all, and that bastard tried had me thinking maybe I really was was imagining it. I am not going to stand for this…literally! If I wasn’t determined to walk again before, I am for sure now. I’m not gonna let him make a fool out of me. He will pay for this! May 26th I think this will be my last entry for a while. I’m sorry I’ve been gone for so long again. I had to take some time to myself. It’s all been worth it though. Unfortunately for my husband, my dreams have been coming in nice and clear lately. I remember everything now! That night of the accident, my husband was in the passenger seat… after he put himself there. One of us drank too much that night, and it was him. I was never the designated driver. I’ve been training harder than I ever thought possible, both at therapy and here at home. I decided to put my sleepless nights to good use and get in some extra exercise. No one knows this, not Alexa, not my husband, nobody. I can walk again. I’ve had to hide it from everyone. I’m not in tip top shape yet and my balance is very shaky and I’m not the fastest, but I think I can do the stairs. I can hear then two of them talking up there right now. I think I’ll drop in and pay them a little visit. Oh boy are they gonna be surprised! I found where Jack moved his gun. I guess he isn’t as good at hiding things as he is. It’s time to end this, I hope he burns in hell for what he did to me. To whoever reads this first, my doctor, the authorities, I’m sorry, but this was the only way. THE FOLLOWING DAY This is a channel 7 news special bulletin. We begin tonight with the tragic story of a domestic abuse situation turned deadly. 32 year old Felicity Beaumont was found dead late yesterday afternoon after her caretaker arrived late for a shift to find her laying motionless at the bottom of the stairs, clutching a 9mm pistol in her hand. Her husband, 34 year old Jack Beaumont, was found clinging to life in the couple’s bedroom after suffering a severe gunshot wound to the chest. When he was discovered, he could still be heard muttering into his Amazon Echo saying “Alexa… dial 911.” Authorities believe Ms. Beaumont to have been brandishing the firearm when she slipped down the stairs, causing her to break her neck.

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JoeDog93

the woods

let me tell you some back round first. I am a 14 year old boy from ohio and frequently spend time playing is his woods that he owns. it all started when we were exploreing a new part of an area in the woods. while we were walking down the muddy and slippery trail i started hearing talking. now grant that i have a wild imagination i know this wasnt my head because my friend looked over and had this "who are they" expression. as we got closer i could smell the sent of weed in the. now i dont live in the greatest of neirborhoods so this wasnt that uncomon. anfter smelling this i spoke softly to my friend "dude we have to get out of here like right now" but he was intently listening to the conversation they were having and wanted to get closer i then said "why the hell would we want to do that look we need to go now" but he was already moving closer so i had to go with him i wasnt going to leave him there i was his friend. as we moved closer i started to hear the conversation better and more clear. they said " where are we going to but the body" the 1st man said in a deep and grumbling voice. the second man said in a more higher voice "dont worry about it the coyotes will get it its just the deer" but thats when my friend made the mistake for moving a branch snapped i ,being the older one, told him to run while i ran down the opposite direction the two men went after me. when they stopped to catch their breath when i took the chance to climb a tree about 20 30 feet up when the men rounded the corner they ran right by and after about ten minutes i heard them coming over again i held my breath they went right pas me and i again counted until it had been 10 minutes and then procceted to climb down the tree i then ran as fast as i could up the path and through my friends yard and he was there waiting. i told him not to tell his parents because i still wanted to play but since then i have never gone down there without at least 2 pocket knives ​ plz notify me if this story is used i would love to listen to it my email is [email protected]

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iliketurtles1100000

Sleep paralysis

Before I start you gotta know that I have a long history of multiple sleep-paralysis ever since I was a child, I dare say multiple in a single night, I'm a 18 year old male, and well I moved out from my mothers home 2 years ago, and been independent since then, & have been roommates with my uncle for a couple months now...but that's a different story, anyway this is going to be little bit awkward giving the fact that I was listening to scary stories while trying to fall back asleep after waking up at 5 a.m, the same date im writing this post Sept. 25 /2018 / While I was falling asleep, with my headphones on, I started to realize I've had woken up, but my body couldn't move.... Now it was weird for me giving the fact that I've hadn't had any sleep paralysis recently for a very long time, but I knew what I was going through; my vision started to blur, my head felt heavy, but I could still hear the voice coming out of my headphones narrating a story, the strangest thing is that, I somehow managed to move my hand, and tried to take off my earbuds, as much as I tried I couldn't take them off it's as if they were glued to my ears, I somehow managed to take them off, but, here's where it got freaky; I could still hear the voice [your voice] (UNIT#522)...... I touched my ears and checked if there were anything there... Nothing.... I couldn't feel the hear buds at all.... I was weird out... Yelling at my uncle..calling his name to see if he could hear me( but there was no answer).... every time I tried to yell , my voice got weak, it's as if instead of yelling I was whispering in a loud way, and that's when I started to see things like demons and deformed faces, just starring at me and evilly smiling,I can't explain how they looked but they were flashing in the ceiling, weird right, yeah I know...as I was sort of freaking out, I literally did what any young kid would do, and hid under my blanket, not bc I was very scared or frightened for my life, but to see if those faces would go away, though they did, it doesn't end there... Here's where the most freaky and weird shit happened.... As my vision started to clear and I was able to move more freely... It's when I realized, I never even moved a muscle the WHOLE TIME I was going through sleep paralysis, turns out I was hallucinating shit and imagining that I was actually moving and yelling.... Like I've said I've had experienced with sleep paralysis for a long time, so I totally have experience on how to actually get out of it when it's a normal one, where you're just awake and can't move,yeah I know that's the whole point of one but not all of them are about hallucinations and imagining,, this was one of the few paralysis where I hallucinated and imagined things, like I said I haven't had one in a year I could say, this one is my most recent one, I know it's probably not that scary, but for those who have experienced sleep paralysis, know how terrifying it could be and GET, it takes a strong mind and soul to get out of one, because you're literally struggling with yourself to be a able to move and just come back to reality, for those who never experienced sleep paralysis in their life.... I really hope you never do....

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MrDubStepOriginal

[FICTION] Five More Minutes Mommy

Before we begin, I would like to clarify something. I would not be here right now if I didn’t feel it was necessary. I’m not one of those people who takes to the internet to rant and rave at the slightest inconvenience. Although the likelihood of anyone believing this is slim, hopefully someone out there will heed my words. My name is Emily, and my son Daniel has been killing people. Now I know what you might be thinking, “why come out with it like this? Why not unburden your soul with a confession or perhaps tell the police?” It’s not exactly that simple. Daniel lost his battle with muscular dystrophy six months ago. You’re probably scratching your head in confusion right now. I don’t blame you. If it didn’t happen to me I probably wouldn’t believe it, but I promise you, every word is true. It all began years ago when my son was just a small boy. Due to his health, he could never really play sports, so he made up for it by playing video games. I can still remember the look on his face that Christmas when I got him a Super Nintendo. At that point he wasn’t in a wheelchair yet. He must have tripped at least five or six times sprinting as best he could over to the Christmas tree, clutching onto the box as if it were made of pure gold. His favorite game at the time was Super Mario Brothers. He would come home from school, get his homework done as fast as he could and rush into his room, eager to get lost in the world of the game. Maybe he played a little too much, but I knew he was safe in his room, and it kept him occupied while I made dinner or did some other menial housework. The only real trouble he gave me was when it was time to eat. “Just five more minutes mommy!” he would beg. As Daniel matured, so did his taste in video games. By the time he was in his teens, gone were the days of Super Mario. He had upgraded to Xbox and PlayStation. When he was younger, I played with him from time to time, but our co-op adventures faded into a distant memory. These new consoles were a bit too complex for me to fully grasp. Super Nintendo was simple, a power switch, a reset button and a simple controller. There was so much more to it now! It wasn’t just that though, I could deal with the learning curve if it weren’t for the fact that the level of violence in some of the newer games was downright repulsive. That Grand Theft Auto game was probably the worst. I’ll never understand the satisfaction one gets from sleeping with a prostitute, only to beat her to a pulp and take back your money a mere few seconds later. Really bizarre! Unfortunately for Daniel, the older he got the worse his muscular dystrophy got. In more severe cases like his, those affected by it will experience a greatly shortened lifespan, often not living past their late teens to early twenties. When he finally lost the use of his legs and was confined to a wheelchair, he started sleeping down in the den as to avoid using the stairs. We moved all of his video games down stairs and I made up a nice bed for him in there. I would never let him know it, but this killed me inside! I can’t begin to tell you how many mornings I dreaded coming downstairs. There was one recurring nightmare I’d have all the time, I’d come downstairs to make breakfast and find Daniel dead. It was a nightmare that I’d sadly have to live out sooner rather than later. As much as I didn’t want to leave my boys side, desperate to spend every last minute with him until the bitter end, it was important to maintain normalcy as much as humanly possible, and that meant keeping him enrolled in school. Looking back on it, I’m sad to say that may have hurt him more than it helped him. They say kids can be cruel, but they got it all wrong. Angry, bitter teenagers are far worse. Daniel, standing out from the rest of his classmates because of his wheelchair, fell casualty to the school tough guys. Oh, how I loathed them. There was one in particular though, one worse than the others, Nick Herter. He wasn’t like the rest of them, he wasn’t afraid to get physical. He didn’t care at all that Daniel was in a wheelchair, that just made him a slower target. When I realized what was going on, my first instinct as a mother was to raise some serious hell. The school advised against that though, insisting that the more noise I made would only paint a bigger target across Daniel’s back. So, against my emotions and my better judgement, I held my tongue and did my best to extinguish the rage that burned inside me. There may not have been much I could do, but at least Daniel had his friend Kevin to watch over him during the school day. Kevin was on the school football team and was familiar with a few of Daniel’s bullies. Usually, he’d step in before things got out of hand. The pair had been friends since about the fourth or fifth grade. I always referred to the boy as the gentle giant, probably the only thing I ever saw him hit was nails with a hammer that time he helped me build a ramp for the house to accommodate Daniel’s wheelchair. For a while it seemed as if the boys were inseparable Whenever Daniel seemed to be having an extra hard time, Kevin would come over and spend entire beautiful Saturday afternoons with him playing video games, just to keep him company and make him feel better. Over time though, their gaming sessions grew a bit farther apart, with Daniel just excusing his absences because of having to go to the gym, or some other activity to stay in shape for sports. It was the inevitability of time, people change, circumstances change. One day after coming home from school, Daniel was particularly distraught, and he was covered in bruises on his face and arms. Something must have happened at school. I tried to get it out of him but he just kept giving me the same blanket statement. “I forgot to set the brakes on my chair, and I fell.” “Honey, it’s ok”, I explained. “If something happened to you at school, you can tell me.” I pried for more information, anything I could get out of him. “Was it the same guys bothering you again?” He sat there motionless, as if he was already dead. “Well fine”, I huffed “I guess I’ll just call Kevin’s parents and get him on the phone, I want answers and I’m gonna get them! I’m sure he saw what happened. “Oh Goddamn it mom”, he snapped back “I don’t want to talk about Kevin!” Daniel was never much of a swearer. I think he was a little shocked to hear it come out of his mouth. He quickly began to apologize, “I…I’m sorry mom, I didn’t mean it, just… could we not talk about it please!” I worked my way over to him and lifted him up, cradling his head on my shoulder like I did when he was small. “Relax honey, I know you didn’t mean it!” I assured him. I could sense him holding back tears. “I’m sorry, I really am. If there was a way I could take away all your pain, I promise I would.” We ate dinner in silence that night. At one point, Daniel got a text on his phone, it didn’t seem to be anything urgent though, he just glanced at his phone and went back to eating, as if it never happened. At bed time, I tucked him neatly into his bed and gave him a kiss on his forehead. “Good night honey”, I said. “Just try and get some sleep ok, tomorrow is a better day.” “I know.” He replied in an ominous monotone voice. At least, it was creepier looking back on it now. The next morning, I stumbled downstairs and into the kitchen to prepare breakfast. The TV was still turned on from the night before. The vexing sound of static wreaked havoc on my ears. Perhaps Daniel had fallen asleep with the television on. “Wake up sleepy head”, I called. “I’ll have breakfast ready in a couple of minutes.” While I was getting breakfast ready, I happened to notice that the silverware drawer was left open. Did Daniel roll in here during the night to get something to eat? “Hey don’t we close drawers around here!?” Still no answer. I entered the den to wake him up. He was really knocked out this morning. I tenderly shook him, “Come on sweetie get up!” Nothing. I rolled him over. He laid there flat on his back. His skin was eerily cold. I noticed there happened to be a substantially dark and sticky stain on his blanket. Growing more apprehensive by the second, I tore through his sheets to investigate the cause. As I pulled him atop the bed, my eyes grew broad with terror. There was blood, lots of it, flooding from Daniel’s wrists. A small knife snuck out of the blankets and plummeted onto the floor. So, that was what he had taken from the drawer? I scrambled to call 9-11. Daniel’s phone happened to be on the table. I grabbed it and slid it open to call the police. That was when I saw the message he seemingly ignored before. It read, YOU’RE A PATHETIC WASTE OF OXYGEN YOU SICK FREAK. I tried to see who it was that was tormenting him, but the number wasn’t logged into his phone. Tears began to rain down my face as I shouted to the heavens, my scream and the ongoing TV static forming a demented harmony. What had he done? Not only had I lost my baby from a disease, but he had forfeited the battle ahead of time. I was a complete mess during Daniel’s wake. I sat there in the front row, eyes welled up with tears, viewing the world through my sable tinted spectacles, alert enough to know I was surrounded amongst people paying their respects but doped up enough not to care. The services were just about wrap up for the evening when Kevin surprised me. I took my sunglasses off. Peering into my tumid eyes, he embraced me and for one moment, the memories came rushing back. All the play-dates, all the sleepovers… as we hugged, it felt like one tiny part of Daniel lived on through his dear old buddy. “I… I don’t know what to say ma’am”, he uttered. “He was like a brother to me.” “He adored you!”, I assured him. “You really were a guardian angel, probably the only reason he still wanted to go to school in the first place.” He slouched over and, in an instant, went from concerned to despondent. “I should have been there more. Maybe I could have seen this coming.” His deep, drawn out breaths bore the weight of the guilt entombing his soul. “Don’t ever blame yourself sweetie! No one could have seen this coming!” He leaned over and whispered as if he was being watched. “If you’d been in school, you could have probably seen it coming a mile away.” “What do you mean?” I asked. He began, “That day in school, before he died. I took off early for football practice. We were doing laps in the field, that’s when I found him. His wheelchair was flipped over and he was covered in bruises and dragging himself across the ground.” What the hell? What kind of a sick animal would do such a thing? My shock had turned to rage. “Who did this?” I demanded to know. “Was it those same miserable bastards always bothering him?” “If I had to guess", explained Kevin. "But no one was around when I found him though, and he refused to talk about it. He demanded I get him back into his chair and send him on his way.” This explained a lot. If only Daniel had opened up to me about it, we may not have been laying him to rest now. The first couple of months after he died was probably the worst time of my life. I was a complete shell of my former self. If I ate anything, it was purely for nourishment to keep me going. I dropped about 15 lbs in the span of a month. I had completely emotionally isolated myself from the rest of the world, avoiding all contact possible. As much as I didn’t wanna deal with people, locking myself in the house wasn’t an option either. Whoever said silence is deadly knew their stuff, it’s amazing, the things you pick up on in an empty nest. There was just something weird about the house. It was this bad feeling that you just couldn’t shake. I started having these horrible nightmares. It was the same dream each time, incredibly vivid. The television downstairs would be blasting static. I’d stumble out of bed to investigate, and there’d be these messy footprints heading down the stairs, they were composed of dirt and leaves and other elements. They’d serve as my guide, leading me into the den where I’d be almost blinded by the bright snowy static of the TV. Beneath the set, knelt a decomposing Daniel, gleefully rubbing his slashed wrist across the television, spelling out I MISS YOU MOM in blood on the screen. He would turn around and we would lock eyes. They weren’t my precious baby’s eyes though. They were cold, emotionless black holes where his eyes should be. He would flash me the most sinister ear to ear grin and I’d finally regain consciousness, drenched in sweat and almost dead of a heart attack. My nightmares were getting so bad that it got to the point where I’d do anything to avoid going to sleep. I'd usually down a whole pot of coffee if I could help it, caffeine could only get me so far though, then came the tears and I'd wind up crying myself back to sleep. Being a mother was my whole life, my identity. I had this insatiable lust to be in someone’s life, to be needed again. It would be another couple of months before I got that chance again. One night, after coming home late from work, I sat on the sofa, blindly surfing through channels and nursing a glass of wine. I don’t know what came over me, but I just took a good long look at myself. Take-out boxes were scattered across the floor where my beautiful clean carpet once was. A mess of wires and game consoles were still canopied beneath the television serving as a painful reminder of Daniel’s presence. On the 6-month anniversary of his passing, it was time. I had to move on with life to some degree, and if I kept everything of Daniel’s as it was, as a shrine, that was never going to happen. I held a small garage sale and got rid of most of his clothes and shoes, holding onto a few miscellaneous items from his infancy. Mostly everything sold apart from one of his game consoles and a couple of his old games. Figuring maybe Kevin would want them, I set them aside for him. He came by later that night after I had called his parents. We hadn’t seen each other since Daniel’s wake. “How are you doing?” I asked. “Doing ok”, he responded. “How are you holding up?” “I’m going along I suppose”, there was a certain awkwardness in the room, neither one of us knew what to say to one another. I motioned for him to go sit at the kitchen table and I brought the games in for Kevin to inspect. There wasn’t quite the same glee in his eye as Daniel had when getting a new video game, but I could tell he knew his stuff when it came to this sort of thing. He sifted through some cables and plugs and asked, “Mind if I plug this in?” It was a reasonable request, the console hadn’t been played with in so long, and it was full of dust. For all I knew, it was as good as scrap. We took it into the den and sat down next to each other. After a couple minutes of fidgeting with some cables, the game console was up and running. Kevin selected a game and inspected it closely. “This one looks like it’s scratched a little, he observed. I wonder if it’ll play.” “Only one way to find out.” He slid this disc in, after a couple of seconds, a loading screen appeared. His eyes lit up as the game had started. I probably hadn’t seen a smile like that since Daniel first got the game. Even though this was supposed to be a temporary test run, he seemed to be getting engrossed in the game. I offered to make him a sandwich while he tried the game out, but he declined. “It’s ok ma’am really, don’t trouble yourself”, he insisted. “As a matter of fact, wile you’re sitting here, do you wanna see something cool?” “Ok… sure, I suppose,” I answered. He pulled out a headset from amongst Daniel’s thing’s and handed it to me. “This game has online multiplayer, he explained. Daniel always bragged about how good he was at this one.” I saw right through him, he could tell I was still upset and was trying to cheer me by bringing back a pleasant memory. “I was gonna save up money and get it myself, so we could play together… unfortunately it didn’t workout like that.” He continued before I could interrupt, “Come on why don’t you play a game? Daniel once said you used to play it’ll be fun!” Me, play a video game? The last time I did that you still blew in the cartridges to make them work. I grabbed the controller with anticipation. “…Ok, so what do I do?” I stared ahead at the screen, my character was some kind of soldier in a field, at least I’ll call him a soldier, who else carries a big machine gun? He explained, “Well, you’re red team, anyone who has a red name over their heads is on your side, you gotta kill the blue team. You press x to fire the gun.” In the beginning, I didn’t think I was gong to enjoy it much but about 20 minutes into, I could understand why this might be addicting to some. Playing the game myself really shed some light onto Daniel’s obsession. In reality he was stuck in a wheelchair and in constant agony. In the world of this game, none of that mattered, you could run and jump in and out of explosions, shoot bad guys. It was quite a break from the mundane. Apart from the pre teen boys shouting at each other, this wasn’t half bad. Suddenly, a voice coming from the headset startled me. This time the swearing seemed to be directed towards me. “Hey asshole, I thought you were dead?” “E---excuse me?” I stammered. “I’m just doing good at the game I guess. Beginners luck.” “They just had a funeral for you not too long ago!” He continued. “I’m sure of it.” His username flashed across the upper right section of the screen each time he spoke, BRINGTH3H3RT2K18. Kevin removed the headset from over me and exchanged some unpleasantries with this mystery man. Kevin apologized, “Sorry you had to hear that, that was…. A friend of Daniel and mine… he just wasn’t expecting to see the gamertag again, he didn’t know who he was talking to.” Something was fishy, he wouldn’t look me in the eyes. Within an instant he went from friendly and playful, enjoying the game with me, to clammy and pale, quiet as a mouse. I thought to myself for a moment, “BRINGONTH3H3RT2K18? Bring on the hurt? The Hert? That’s Nick Herter on the end isn’t it!?” I screeched. He must’ve heard me through the headset. “You know who it is baby, sup?” Oh how I wished at that moment I could've pulled the smug little bastard through the television. I was ready to smash the game system, just to turn it off and not hear from that kid ever again, when suddenly another voice chimed in. It was a voice that for some reason only I could hear. “Just five more minutes mommy, come on just five more minutes.” That… That was Daniel’s voice. His voice as a child. It was the same high-pitched pleading I used to hear when he was a small boy and I had to pry him away from these damn video games. “I’m so sorry about this. I really am, Kevin apologized. You know what, It’s getting late, thanks very much. I’ll just pack this up and take off.” “Don’t worry about it honey, it’s fine.” I desperately tried to keep calm, if I wasn’t stuck to my seat before, I was now. That was my baby’s voice coming from that headset and I had to try and hear it again. Kevin breathed a sigh of relief, “O---ok. If you say so, but I really do have to take off now.” “You know what, just give me five more mins,” oh God, I was starting to sound like my son now. “I’m not gonna yell at the young man or anything. No drama, I promise. Let’s just finish the game.” He glanced at his cell phone, “You know what, you just go nuts and enjoy the game. I’ll pick it up from you tomorrow. Thank you for letting me have it.” “No problem sweetie.” I stood up and gave him a hug. “Thanks for showing me how this thing works.” He let himself out while I returned to the game. I called out to Daniel, trying to get him to speak again. “Sweetie, talk to me…are you there?” “Yeah I’m here baby, what you need?” His honeyed words made me sick. He thought I was talking to him. “Joke all you want”, I snapped back at him. I saw your text to my son, had you chosen your words a little bit differently I’d be pressing charges against you right now, not playing games” “What are you talking about?” his sarcastic chuckle was broken up by a deep cough. “I couldn’t stand to be round him during the day, you really think I’d waste my data messaging him?” His coughing became profounder. Suddenly, his character stopped moving. I was actually able to land a couple of kills to his character. His coughing was still not letting up. Now it was even more guttural. Suddenly, I could hear screaming coming through the headset. “Honey what’s wrong? Is everything ok? Oh my god, get in here quick!”----- dead silence. A notice popped up on the TV screen. YOU WERE KICKED FROM THE SESSION BECAUSE THE HOST HAS LEFT THE GAME. I sat there bemused, what the heck happened? Did I break the game? I flipped the switch and looked at the time, another 2 hours had gone by. Geeze, time really does fly when you’re wrapped up in these things. That night, the nightmares resumed in their regularly scheduled time slot. This time something was different about it. When Daniel and me locked eyes, he actually spoke to me, that never happened in the dream before. “Thanks mommy”, he said in that same high pitched sound I could’ve sworn I heard on the game. I jolted up in bed. How much longer could this go on? I felt like I was loosing my mind. If I had two or three hours of sleep that night that’d be saying something. The following morning, I dragged myself out of bed and down the stairs. Thank God it was the weekend and there was nowhere to go. I hoggishly downed a pot of coffee and tried to wake myself up. I was flipping through the tv channels when a news bulletin caught my eye. “17 year old Nicholas Herter has passed away after a late night gaming binge gone horribly wrong. The victims parents say they were getting ready for bed yesterday evening, when they heard strange noises coming from their sons bedroom. The boy’s mother had entered the room to check on him when she found him unresponsive on the floor, clutching his video game controller in his hand. Authorities are currently calling his death accidental, saying he appeared to have been choking on something, though no food or drinks were found in his room. An autopsy is scheduled for later this week.” My coffee cup plummeted to the floor. A tiny mushroom cloud of broken glass enveloped my slippers. He was fine just last night. I heard this kid myself, even played a game with him, he was there one minute and gone the next. A wave of guilt rushed over me, but I couldn’t understand why? It wasn’t my fault, the kid was in his own house just playing video games, and he started choking. It could’ve happened to anyone. Later that night, Kevin came back to pick up the console. Almost as if our minds were in sync, we both brought up the incident. He was at the gym when he found out what had happened. “How crazy is that?” He rhetorically questioned. “And you were still playing when it happened?” “Yeah, I confirmed. He was being a smart ass one minute and the next minute it threw me out of the game. I thought it was broken at first or something.” He pressed on with questions “And it just happened all the sudden? He didn’t seem sick or upset or something?” “Not at all, I explained. If we would’ve turned the game off that first time you wanted to leave, I would’ve never caught it. What a difference that few extra minutes made huh?” The memory of Daniel’s voice coming through on the headset suddenly came flooding back to me. “Just five more minutes mommy.” I became very shaky and short of breath all the sudden. A concerned gaze overcame Kevin’s face. “Is something wrong? You ok?” “Oh yes, I assured him. I’m just tired, haven’t been sleeping too well.” “Nightmares?” He asked. That was certainly a lucky guess. “Well, actually yes. What makes you say that?” I asked as I stood up to go retrieve my phone in the other room. “I didn’t sleep too well last night myself, to tell you the truth I was thinking about Daniel.” “Well it’s been a while since you’ve been around, I said from the other room. Maybe coming back just triggered some old memories.” I was about to enter the kitchen when I caught a quick glance at the clock in the den. It was just about dinner time. “Are you hungry, have you eaten? Why don’t you stay a little while I’ll order something.” Accidentally, I pressed the send button on the phone. It began to ring, and miraculously, Kevin’s phone began ringing almost at the same time. “Hello? Hello?” Kevin’s voice began echoing both from the kitchen and from the phone. I never had Kevin’s number in my phone, not his cellphone anyway. I turned it over when I realized I was holding Daniel’s phone, not mine. I must have grabbed it off the table by mistake. I still kept it running so I could hear him talk through his voicemail. He never left me any voice messages, only texts. I went to hang up the phone when I stopped dead in my tracks. I had accidentally opened one of Daniel’s old text messages, and it must have dialed the number. YOU’RE A PATHETIC WASTE OF OXYGEN YOU SICK FREAK. I entered the kitchen and Kevin and Me locked eyes. I suddenly heard a familiar voice again, “Just five more minutes mommy!” The next thing I knew everything went black and here I am now writing this letter. Looking at all this blood I have on my shirt, I’m afraid of what I’ll find if I go downstairs. Just five more minutes and I’ll go check, that’s all. Just five more---- just... five more minutes mommy.

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JoeDog93

Inappropriate act of kindness

This story isn't scary because of what happened, but what could have happened. I was around 13 or 14 years old at the time. It was a heavy winter that year, but the snow wasn't on the driveway, and was only about a foot high, but I stupidly decided not to wear shoes and was in shorts and a short-sleeved shirt. I was going out to a Fedex truck to pick up a package. After taking the package, and some small chatter with the delivery man, I turned to walk back up my 25 yard driveway. This is when the man said that I could get into the truck to warm up, as I was shivering. Since I was old enough to know not to accept such offers, politely declined and kept walking, peeking over my shoulder as the man got back into the truck. When I got inside, I immediately told my dad, who was a police lieutenant at the time. My parents were naturally concerned, and callednthe company to report the man. As it turned out, the man had not meet any harm, and he made no criminal record. It was simply an inappropriate act of kindness. I never saw that driver again though. Even then, Mr. fedex driver, I hope we never meet again.

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thegreenraven22

My Psycho Neighbor

So, this isn't really my story. I was only 2 years old at the time of the following event. So my neighborhood is a weird shape. It goes off a main road into what would be a cul-de-sac, but at the circle end, splits off into another cul-de-sac. Halfway down this road it splits off into another road and ends. I will not be disclosing witch road I live on, and I don't know which house the neighbor in question lived in. There is a empty abandoned house in the immediate area however. So the story goes that the husband of two children, along with his wife and mother-in-law, lived in the neighborhood. For unknown reasons, the husband stabbed his mother-in-law in the neck, and killed her. He then proceeded to attack his family. The wife was injured, but managed to flee with the children to our house. My parents let them in, and my dad grabbed his police gun, and my mother called the police on duty. The husband never chased them however, and was arrested and sucessfully charged with the murder. I don't know what happen to any members of the family after that. So, Mr. Pyscho neighbor, let's never meet again.

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thegreenraven22

sleep paralysis/ possession/ghost story

so I've never really talked about this but this all started about 3 years ago when i was talking to this girl for a little (natalie). she lived in an older house and had the entire basement to herself. i remember her saying things like how her house was haunted etc.. i didnt really believe her until this one night... so me and my friend nick are spending the night at her house and i remember my friend laying down on the couch at like 9:30pm and he was just staring blankly at the wall... i didnt think anything was wrong i thought he was just messing around.. i started calling his name yo nick.. nick. nick ... nothing couldn't get a response from him meanwhile i was across the room and natalie was sitting on her bed... about after a minute of him just starring blank he jumps off the couch saying "i don't f\*\*\* with that" i don't f\*\*\* with that" freaking out and natalie started laughing. it didnt really dawn on me until later that i think she knew what was happening. anyways i started laughing too thinking it was just a joke. about 5 minutes pass and he calms down and sits back down on the couch.. this is were things get a little creepy and interesting... she had this screen door in her room that opened outside. i specifically remember as soon as i took 2 steps out of her room to go outside every single light in her room (including outlets) all blew out and it was pitch black and it got really creepy for a sec.. we tried everything and the only thing in her room that would work was the lamp that was next to the couch right next to nicks head... anyways this was all kind of new to me i didnt really know what to think about the situation... i then remember things getting weird in the room like natalie was getting super agitated over the littlest things and wouldn't let me sleep in her bed. so i was like whatever ill just sleep on the floor at the foot of her bed.. i remember i just could not fall alseep that night. i was laying there while everyone else was asleep when i had a sleep paralysis type feeling. i couldn't move or anything i remember this happened to me once while i was young and all i could think to do was pray i started saying the our father prayer in my head when about half way thru it stopped and i just tried to go back to bed. about 30 seconds pass and it hits me again and i can't move. this is giving me chills just typing this. so i start praying again and again half way through the prayer it stops.. at this point i was like whatever it is its gone. until about 30 seconds pass again but this time was much more frightening. i remember it felt as if someone plugged me into an outlet i was being shocked my whole body was kinda shaking and whatever it was was holding me down hard i remember trying to move my arm as hard as i could to rip the blanket off nick to wake him up and help me but in my head i was saying the our father and it left half way through again... at this point i was freaking out. i was literally scarred for a few months after that i literally slept in the same room as my mom for a month or so .it took me a while to kinda make sense of what happened that night but i think some entity or demon or something idk tried messing with my friend nick and when i laughed and taunted it, it targeted me. ​ ​ ​ this story is not over. ​ ​ so this happened about 2 years ago when i moved into my new house. which i still live in today. i remember my aunt was visting and it was late at night around 2am. i was just chillen playing video games doing my thing when i hear this weird sound to my left or right. i had my gaming headset on so i just ignored it and kept playing. when i thought i heard the same sound the second time from behind me on my bed i took my headset off to wait and hear it again to find out what it was.. i sat there for like 2 minutes just waiting when i heard this sound right next to me (whoo) is literally all could make out and it was just weird and it creeped me tf out so i ran into my moms room and told her something was making sounds in my room and she was like ohh it probably just the sprinkler system or some bs and went outside to look.. i remember i walked back into the hall to my room and stood there waiting for my mom to come back inside when i literally heard the loudest (whoo) in my ear i ran outside of my house crying and freaking out my mom thought i was crazy... i remember hearing the voice another time while i was trying to sleep and i just kept telling it to go away and i haven't had any crazy stuff happen since even tho i do get sleep paralysis sometimes most recent experience i had was like a presence of a woman in my room and i couldn't move... idk all this stuff if just creepy to me i figured i post about it after and share my experience. if anyone has any insight let me know please.........

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HaTeNn

My Mother Didn't Like Me Much

\[WRITER'S NOTE: I dunno if trigger warnings are a big deal here, but I thought I'd give one to anyone sensitive to suicide in the family.\] *By Chad Austin* My mother and I never really got along. Don’t get me wrong. She made an effort to appear that she loved me, but she always kept me at arm’s length. I tried my hardest to impress her, to please her, but there was always this sense of mistrust in her eyes. She seemed so sad when she looked at me. As much as I tried, I never could break through the layer of ice she put between us. My father did his best to make up for it, but he was only one man. Nothing can take the place of a mother. They said it was a form of paranoid schizophrenia. At least, that’s what little I gathered when I was younger. They tried to keep as much of it from me as possible. It was probably so I didn’t blame myself, but children are instinctively curious creatures. Adults tend to underestimate kids, and I like to think I was smarter than they gave me credit for. I knew those months she spent in the hospital weren’t because she was “sick”. At least, not in the physical sense. The bars on the windows were too thick to just keep out drafts. My father took me to see her for the first couple of days. The doctors eventually forbade him from doing so. It’s not like I minded though. She would yell upsetting things every time I entered the room and wouldn’t stop until I left. She screamed that I wasn’t her son. That she hated me. That I was a monster. You can imagine how I felt hearing this as a child coming from someone who was meant to love and cherish you. However, I knew it wasn’t really her screaming those things at me. She was my mother no matter what. I suppose that’s why I never hated her for it. It wasn’t her fault that she felt that way towards me. Hell, she even tried her best to fight it. I guess that meant she really did love me after all, right? And, really, who would I be to talk? If she was crazy, then I wasn’t far off. I suffered from my own neurological disorder about the time of my mother’s breakdown. Transient global amnesia, they called it. Maybe with some mild dissociative disorder thrown in for good measure. One morning when I was eight, I woke with no memory of my past life. I remembered my mother and father, friends, family, and even where I lived, but I couldn’t recall a day of my life prior to the moment I woke up. But I knew it had to be something wrong with me, especially after all my mother had gone through. It could be hereditary for all I know. My parents and I rarely saw each other after I moved away for college, but my father and I talked frequently over the phone. So when I received the call from him telling me my mother was dead, I was more shocked than saddened. She’d committed suicide the night before. As I collapsed into a chair, my father told me of how he’d found her hanging in the basement that morning when he noticed she hadn’t come to bed. She had been there all night and beside the chair she used was a tear-stained note addressed to me. *I’m so sorry, Jamie. Wherever you are. I should have believed my own eyes. I abandoned you. Can you ever forgive me?* I can’t put into words how I felt at that moment. The sudden loss coupled with the haunting apology she’d left threatened to destroy me then and there. My head spun and I nearly fainted entirely before the end of the call. I could barely function for the rest of the day, and if it wasn’t for my fiancee, Allie, I might’ve fallen apart completely. She was an angel of mercy. She deserves so much better than me. I was glad that my mother’s funeral was scheduled for that week since I couldn’t imagine stretching this ordeal out over a longer period of time. Though Allie wanted to come with me, I thought it best that I go alone. Perhaps it was out of pride that I didn’t want to burden her further. Truthfully, it was more likely out of shame than anything else. Airing your family’s dirty laundry in front of someone you care about is a worrying prospect. She had to work anyway, and we couldn’t afford to miss a paycheck with something as expensive as a wedding looming on the horizon. The funeral was a rather simple affair, tasteful and befitting a woman of my mother’s status. Our family’s old church was packed to the rafters with grieving family members and friends, and my uncle read her eulogy with tears in his eyes. It was reassuring to know that she was surrounded by so many loved ones that day. I’m not ashamed to admit my eyes were red and my cheeks were wet by the end. The sun had gone down by the time the wake was over, so I followed my father home. I’d already decided that I would stay a few days with him to help with mom’s affairs. To be honest, I was more worried about how he was holding up during all this but I apparently hadn’t given him enough credit. He was always the stoic type and not even losing the love of his life was going to destroy him. I still smile when I think of the two of us sitting in the den with cups of coffee chased with scotch, laughing about the time our eighty year old neighbor chased me through his yard with a weed whacker. Unfortunately, the conversation took a more somber turn as night rolled in. I had casually put my feet up on a cardboard box left haphazardly next to my chair, when my father’s expression darkened a bit. “You might not want to put your feet up on that, kid. It’s a bit fragile,” he scolded me with a slight dip in the jovialness we shared. I gave him a curious look before turning a glance to the box itself. It was rather old with fading lettering on the side reading *Family Movies* in smudged permanent marker. It smelled musty, like that familiar odor unique to every basement in the known universe. I looked back at him with a smirk and retorted, “Getting sentimental, old man? Trying to remember a day when you still had color in your beard?” Dad stroked his aforementioned greying beard with a thoughtful expression. I thought it was odd that he didn’t immediately come back with a snap of his own. “Actually, it was your mother that dragged those old tapes out a couple weeks ago. She used to record everything you did with that silly camcorder I got her. I mean, until… well, you know.” I didn’t know for sure, but I had an idea. “Until she lost it, you mean?” My father nodded with a grimace. I knew I was being a bit harsh, but the events of the past week had left me a little numb to it all. “Capgras delusion. Not sure if we ever told you. Not that it makes much of a difference really.” He sighed heavily, leaning back in his seat. “She really did love that thing. Took it with her everywhere we went. I swore she was going to be a hollywood director or something one day. I wish she’d kept up with it after her breakdown. It might have helped.” The conversation eventually drifted off to other subjects, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the videos. It seemed like such a passion of mom’s, like she left these tapes behind specifically for me to watch. Or perhaps it was my own ego wishing she had. Then there was the fact that I still don’t remember a thing that happened before I was eight and my mother had documented our lives up to that point on video. Maybe watching them might help me remember what I’d forgotten. Either way, I knew I had to watch them. When dad finally decided to go to bed, I wished him a goodnight and took the musty box of video tapes upstairs. The guest room had been made up for me that day and, even in its current state, it gave me a sense of nostalgia. Before I moved out, it had been my room. However, my parents had the good taste to take down all my cringe-worthy anime posters and angsty teenager memorabilia and turn it into a respectable guest room. Thankfully, they had kept my old tv which had an VHS player hooked up to it. I smiled at the quaintness of such an ancient, useless piece of equipment still in working order. As far as I knew, it was the only working cassette player in the world and I was glad to have it. Opening the box was like unsealing an egyptian sarcophagus with far less impressive results. A puff of dry dust filled the air and a smell like wet socks assailed my nostrils. Inside was a small stack of black cassette tapes, all labeled, and a small Panasonic video camera circa 1986. I greedily dug through the tapes, reading labels like *Jamie’s First Birthday* and *Family Day at the Aquarium* with accompanying dates. I finally decided to start with *Jamie’s Birth 3/03/1988*. However, when I tried to put the VHS into the player, I noticed there was already a tape in it. A small chill ran up my spine. My mother had been watching old family videos leading up to her suicide and this was the only player in the house. Could this be the last one she watched? It was a pretty morbid thought that this could be the last memory my mother experienced before killing herself. I could feel my skin prickle with goosebumps as I hit the eject button and looked at the cassette’s label. It once had writing on it but someone had furiously scribbled it out with a black marker. It was difficult to make out anything, but I thought I could see the year 1996 written in underneath the black ink. The label seemed rather odd, but I couldn’t explain why I felt so apprehensive at that moment, and why the year 1996 seemed so familiar. With a shrug, I placed the new cassette into the player and rewound the tape. My finger hovered over the play button for a moment before apprehensively pushing it. The screen flashed to life with a short burst of static before an image appeared on screen. The scene that illuminated on the television screen was encompassed by a familiar white window frame in pitch darkness. It was obviously the middle of the night. Outside the window was a pretty standard front yard with a metal fence and hedges, much like the ones outside the house I was in. In fact, they were the exact same bushes, albeit several decades younger. From the position of the window, I could tell that it was the window of my old room. The time stamp read 6/12/1996. The shot held on the screen for over a minute and, at first, I couldn’t see what was important enough to warrant this much attention. It was subtle, but after a few moments, I thought I saw something odd between the trees in our neighbor’s yard. It was too dark to make out any real detail, but I saw what looked like a featureless white mask suspended in the pitch darkness. Probably the only reason why I assumed it was a mask were the two black dots where the eyes should be. I didn’t have much time to examine the mask in any great detail before the screen went white with digital snow. I’m a little ashamed to say that I jumped in fright as static issued from the speakers and the image was quickly replaced with another. I recognized the location far quicker this time. The camera was angled downward but I could still make out the old hardwood stairs of my childhood home. Whoever was filming was cautiously descending one step at a time with heavy, controlled breaths. It made some level of sense because it appeared to be nighttime again and they probably didn’t want to wake anyone up. However, the strangeness of the entire scene did make me a bit nervous. When the person holding the camera reached the ground floor, they turned right into a long hallway that ran from one end of the house to the other. I never liked that hallway myself. You could never see the end of it at night and it felt like staring into a black hole without the lights on. As they turned, they let out an audible gasp and took a step back. With a shaky hand, they lifted the camera to reveal a pitch black hallway that most certainly was not empty. The poor lighting and even poorer film quality made it difficult to make out precise details but I could trace a silhouette in the inky pool of darkness. Someone else was in the house and it was obvious that they didn’t belong. The outline looked human enough but the proportions were all wrong. The arms and legs seemed too long and too thin, covered in what must have been a large furry overcoat that dragged on the floor. The intruder appeared to be crouching at the other end of the hallway, but by some trick of the camera, its head looked as if it was still inches from touching the ceiling. That couldn’t be right. That would mean the intruder was over eight feet tall. I suppose I was a bit too enthralled by its form to notice the thing move. After a time, the shapeless form that was most likely its head lifted to reveal an amorphous white object beneath a long curtain of jet black hair. Sweat began to bead on my forehead. Was that a mask? Two black holes for eyes and a gaping chasm that could be a mouth. What looked to be a pained expression knitted in the milky white brow. It was an odd enough sight on its own, but *why was the intruder wearing it upside down*? I couldn’t tear my eyes from the nightmarish scene. I couldn’t even blink out of fear of it bursting through the television screen at me. The room around me faded away and my entire world became those thousand pixels of darkness separated from me by a thin glass screen. There was a sudden fright building in my chest that normal fear could not explain away. There was something else to it. Something much worse. Something like familiarity. A sudden and sharp shriek from the speakers broke me from my trance. I’d just barely stopped from screaming myself as I snapped back to reality. I’d recognized the voice that called out from the TV. I was sure that it was my mother’s, leaving me no doubt who had been filming this insanity. It was clear by the rushing images on screen that the camera swung helplessly at her side as my mother ran away from the thing at the other end of the hallway. Moments later, familiar static filled the screen. I covered my face with my hands and let the sound from the speakers calm my nerves. I felt exhausted. How had I let a video work me up so much? Sure, that thing was creepier than a dozen *Pennywises* with a heaping helping of *Slenderman on the side*, but chances were good that it was just some jerk covered in a fur rug and cheap halloween mask. But then, I suppose it wasn’t what it looked like that really scared me. *I recognized that upside down mask*. At least, I thought I had. I couldn’t place it anywhere at first. Then it hit me. Could it have been from before my amnesia? Before that morning I lost my memories and my mother lost her mind? Could this person have something to do with me losing my memories? In the end, the questions outnumbered the answers and all I was left with was a headache. Fortunately for my growing migraine, I wouldn’t have much time to think on the matter. A minute hadn’t passed before the sound of static abruptly stopped and the screen’s glow showed an image I hadn’t seen in over five years. How could I ever forget those pale blue eyes shining from behind a curtain of untamable curly brown hair? Her features may have had two or three fewer decades worth of wear but a child could never forget the face of their mother, even after all that time. I had to look away when I felt something wet roll down my cheek. I wasn’t even aware I’d started crying. My mother stared intently into the camera as she appeared to be fiddling with something on the case. I could see nothing else of the room she was in until she pulled back, evidently satisfied with her work. Even then I could make out very little. The darkness around her held suggestions of a closet and what looked to be a bed behind her only bolstered the assumption. As she sat before the camera performing a last minute inspection of the equipment, I pondered over the strangeness of the scene. Why would my mother hide a camera in a closet? Did this have to do with the odd intruder? Was she spying on someone? I had an idea but I really shouldn’t have doubted myself in the first place. After a time, a sound from behind my mother confirmed my suspicions. “What are you doing, mommy?” asked a lazy, childish voice from the bed behind her. The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. Like hearing your own voice played through a megaphone. My mother quickly concealed the camera with a blanket and turned a worried smile to the speaker. Across the room, I could see the sleepy face of a much younger me sitting in bed. I’d recognize that dopey bowl cut and those ugly GI Joe pajamas anywhere. For one beautiful moment, I’d forgotten the past week and actually smiled. “Nothing, baby,” came my mother’s voice, comforting and confident. I couldn’t remember her ever speaking to me like she did in that moment. “I’m just putting away your toys. Lie down, okay?” Standing to her full height, she then moved to the bed and kissed me on my forehead. Then she was at the light switch, turning it off and closing my door with a soft, “Goodnight, baby.” And that was it. Mom left and I went to sleep. It was such a surreal experience watching such a mundane event after watching a carnival of horrors in a scream mask terrorise my mother. It felt a bit anticlimactic ending here. I knew there was no way I was going to watch myself get a good night’s rest. Not after what I’d just watched. Every worst case scenario I could think of ran through my head at that moment. It was a waking nightmare made worse by the fact that the nightmare already happened. I considered turning off the VHS then and there. I weighed the benefits of knowing and not knowing but it was clear from the start that I couldn’t go on without finding out what had happened that night. My thumb quavered over the fast forward button before pressing it and setting the video to 4x normal speed. Even with the increase in speed, watching my younger self toss and turn in his sleep was agony. I couldn’t keep my mind from wandering to less pleasant outcomes. I tried to focus on watching the shadows cast on the floor by the curtains and solitary tree outside my second floor window, but my eyes were drawn to the darkness beneath my bed. I was sure some monster was about to reach out from void and pull me below. 1 AM passed and I stared at the door, sure a murderer was about to enter with a knife. 2 AM passed and I watched the closet, expecting a giant snake to slither past. Then 3 AM passed and I pressed play. The video returned to normal speed and I watched with a newly feverish intensity. For a moment, I wasn’t even certain why I stopped there but as I focused on the screen, it became fiendishly clear. Until now, the shadow cast across my bedroom floor by the curtains had been calm and motionless. Now they waved in the air as if a wind guided them. As if the window had been opened. The shadow on the floor twisted into an amorphous mass that I could not define, moving with an alien purpose I could not even begin to imagine. It entered through the window and strode across my bedroom floor on those impossibly long and disgustingly thin legs. It was so tall, it had to crouch to avoid hitting the ceiling. That damned upside down masked face never looked away from my sleeping form. In its gangly arms, it held something I could not see. Though it seemed to support with this unknown parcel with an almost mother-like aire. Knowing that this unearthly-looking creep had once stood over me as I slept made bile rise in my throat. As I stared at its disgusting, fur covered form, I wondered how I could have assumed it was human in the first place. Its limbs were too long and thin, and its height was nothing short of monstrous. Even that strange white mask seemed to twitch as if it was really a face. It could have been my mind playing tricks on me but at that moment, I was sure the thing that loomed over me was nothing natural. The creature’s hand extended towards my sleeping form. Delicately thin fingers wrapped around my small body and it was odd how I did not wake. I didn’t make a sound as the thing lifted me out of bed and held me to its chest. I looked dead in its grip, increasing the strangeness of the entire image. I was so distracted by my reaction that I nearly missed the bundle it held in its free hand. The monster lowered its burden to my bed and covered it in my blankets. At this angle, it was impossible to see just what it was that it left in my place. My heart nearly beat out of my chest as the thing turned away from my bed with its new prize cradled in its arms. It slunk back the way it had come with slow, measured steps of its emaciated limbs. But as it neared the edge of frame, it hesitated a moment. The sudden halt caused me to gasp audibly and, as if it heard me, the creature turned its head towards the camera. For a moment, it simply stared into my eyes. Then, as if in slow motion, the grotesque mask’s jaw unhinged and there arose the most nightmarishly distorted screech I’ve ever heard from the television’s speakers. I had to clap my hands to my ears in fear that it would burst my eardrums. I think I screamed myself as *the creature’s face*stretched to inhuman proportions. It was a mercy when I heard its screech replaced by the soothing sound of static once more. I can’t even begin to describe the condition the video had left me. At no point did I notice I was sweating, but the perspiration had soaked through my shirt. My muscles had tensed so tightly that I now felt sore and achy from head to toe. I was mentally drained and I could only tackle the questions that plagued with feeble exhaustion. How could this be real? There was no way this tape could have been faked, not with my mother and I both playing unwitting parts in this ghastly reproduction. But what else could explain it? What could explain an eight foot tall monstrosity that stole children in the night? Did this thing have anything to do with my mother’s death? Or, even more pressing, could this midnight transient have anything to do with my childhood amnesia? That thought frightened me more than anything else, but as I said, I lacked the energy to even consider an answer. I’m not sure how long I sat there in a pool of my own sweat, gripping the edge of the bed until my knuckles turned blue. I’m not even sure I gave a damn. I could sit in a trance listening to the digital snow for the rest of my life for all I cared, but it was obvious the tape was not done with me. Whatever that amorphous creature did to cut the camera’s feed had obviously worked rather well. The first thing I saw onscreen after the static cleared was my young mother’s face lit by the early rays of a morning sun. For a moment, I felt safe again, like I was wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold winter’s day. Seeing my mother’s face reminded me that not everything in the world was a waking nightmare. I think I smiled a little as I watched her busy herself with the camera. Who could blame me for my sentimentality after all I’d seen? That moment of self indulgence was the last time I felt like a man. It was the last moment of comfort I will ever feel. In those last few seconds, I could see the purest form of love and concern for a woman’s child. Some days, that’s the only thing that keeps me going, even though I know that her love wasn’t truly meant for me. She was in the closet again, fussing over the camera she found switched off. It must have frightened her to find it in the state it was in. She had no idea what the thing had done that night and had no idea what horrors could be waiting for her underneath the covers of her child’s bed. I think that was the worst part. Not knowing just what that monster had left in my place. My moment of dreadful contemplation was broken, however, by a soft rustle from behind my mother. I could hear it, but my mother apparently did not. She only turned when she heard the thing speak. The sound of its voice made me gag. I had to slap a hand to my mouth to keep from vomiting. It wasn’t its apparent grotesqueness that sickened me. It was its familiarity. The message was very simple. It simply said, “Mommy? What are you doing?” But it spoke in my voice, and when she turned to address it, *it looked at her with my face*. \- - - - I haven’t been back to my parent’s house since that horrible night but I try to keep up with my father as much as I can. I’m all he has left, after all. It’s been difficult, however. These thoughts will not leave me be, and I’ve found it hard to keep a job. Not even my dreams are safe from them and I’ve found it easier to just avoid sleep altogether when I can. Allie left me yesterday, and I think it is for the best. I always knew she deserved better than me, and I finally know why. Even now I can’t help but dwell on the implications of that night. Can I truthfully say that I am the boy who fell asleep that night and not some poor imitation born in the arms of a night haunting monstrosity? If I was honest with myself, I'd wonder why the real me would not remember a day before that moonlit visit from a nightmare. But then, what does that make me? Am I just like that thing who stole my doppelganger in the middle of the night? Or perhaps I was stolen from another world and exchanged in this one? The worst thing about it all is just how useless these questions are since I am no closer to an answer than the day I first asked them. I’ve began to dream about him now. The thing that brought me here. He perches himself over my bed as I sleep. That pale, upside-down face framed in matted black hair only watched me at first. As the dreams became more frequent, the black creature began to speak to me, but I could not understand the words. They came to me as whispers in languages I'd never heard before, yet they still seemed familiar. Though I don’t understand what he says, I do not believe he means me any harm. However, he still fills me with unbearable dread for I know what he wants. You see, he plans to return for me. He always has. And when he does, God only knows to what horrors he will draw me. I don’t blame my mother, if I can still call her that. Not for how she treated me. Her rage came from the sense of failure she had for not believing her own eyes. For not saving her son. I could never imagine how that must’ve felt. There’s a great many things about this whole ordeal that I do not understand, but there is one thing I know for sure. *That note my mother left the night she killed herself wasn’t meant for me*.

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raandomfellow

[FICTION] The Lake

You can listen to my Narration of it here: [https://youtu.be/Os\_1OQEhw\_A](https://youtu.be/Os_1OQEhw_A) There is a small village on the Island of Hawaii called Ola'a. Nobody would ever guess the terrible secret this village holds, following the accidental drowning of a young boy many years ago. Today, the tragedy still haunts the villagers and their children. Back in 1947, a group of kids were playing on the banks of a deep pond, outside the village. One boy accidently tripped over a log and fell into the water with a splash. Before any of the other children could react, the boy sank beneath the water's shimmering surface. For a few moments, they waited for him to resurface, but there was no sign of him. Horrified, they ran back to the village to get help. Some local men came as fast as they could and dived into the pond, searching for the young boy. They were terrified by what they found. They boy was sitting on a rock at the very bottom of the pond. His arms were hanging down down by his sides and his body was swaying back and forth with the currents. His eyes were wide and his mouth was hanging open, but he was dead in the water. The eerie sight sent shivers down the spines of the men who had dived in to save him. They were deeply disturbed and said was such an unusual way to drown. It was as if the boy had calmly sat down on the rock and waited there to die. They retrieved the corpse, and dragged it onto the bank of the pond. Everyone who lived in the village was saddened by the tragedy, but afetr the funeral, they tried to put the strange death behind them. Afterwards, bizzarre rumors began to spread around the area. In the middle of the night, villagers would hear unexplained screams and cries coming from the direction of the pond. At first, they tried to tell themselves that the haunting cries were just caused by the wind blowing through the tall trees. However, as time went on, some people started to report disturbing experiences. Whenever people walked past the pond at night, they would feel somehting reaching out and trying to grab their feet. Many villagers believed that the ghost of the drowned boy lurked beneath the darks waters of the pond. They said that, at night, he would come to the surface, cold, wet and shivering, his icy hands clutching at unsuspeting victims and trying to pull them into his watery grave. According to the rumours, he was trapped in thisworld by accident, and the only way he could escape was ti find someone else to take his place at the bottom of the pond. One day, a boy was out walking with his fther. When they passed by the haunted pond, the boy picked up some stones and skimmed them across the surface of the water. Suddenly, the boy screamed out in terror. Something was holding his leg and dragging him into the pond. The boy clawed at the earth, trying to hold on, but it was no use. Before his father had a chance to grab hold of him, the boy was pulled down into the watery depths. The desperate father jumped into the pond and tried to find his son, but there was no traceof him. Minutes later, he dived depper and finally located the young boy. He was sitting on a rock on the bottom of the pond, arms placidly at his side, eyes and mouth wide open, swaying gently to and fro in the current. The father grasped his son and pulled him up to the surface. he made his way to the edge of the pond, dragging his son behind him like a dead weight. Luckily, the father had taken some courses in first-aid and there, on the bank, he was able to perform mouth-to-mouth resusutation on his son. The man did everything he could and finally, just when he was about to give up, he saw his sons' chest rise and fall and the boy coughed up all the water in his lungs. The boy was alive. After that, all of the parents in the village warned their children to stay away from the pond. A priest was brought in to bless the waters and the local people fealt that would put an end to the haunting. However, on particularly dark nights, when the evening skies were as black as ink, those who lived closest to the pond claimed that they could still hear the boys' terrifying screams. Some say that he will never find peace. Nowadays, nobody dares to venture close to the pond and every child in the village knows the story of the drowned boy. No one knows when the ghost will once again grow restless and try to claim another young life.

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CreepyColossal

This House Possessed (My Personal True Story)

This House Possessed I have always been quite adventuroues so it stands to reason that when I had spare time alone I would hop in my car and go exploring. I especially liked finding old abandoned homes and there are alot of them in Colorado. My husband hated the fact that I would do this completely alone and he was always afraid that I would get into trouble. When I saw a "No Tresspassing Sign" it was an invitation, so it's no surprise that I would often be where I wasn't supposed to be. One day while out driving down old country roads that I happened upon an old abandoned farmhouse, so I pulled into the drive way. There was no garage or car port so my car was right in plain site. This old red brick farmhouse was all boarded up but around the side of the house there was an opening where one of the boards had fallen off so I scrambled on up and crawled through. I found myself in a front bedroom. Of course, it was rather dark but there were cracks in the boards that let in just enough light that you could easily manouver throughout the house without too much difficulty. Imagine my surprise to find everything still in the house untouched. Near as I could tell it had been empty since sometime in the 60's so had been sitting in this condition for at least 20 years. I found this very strange that no kids had gotten inside to party nor any evidence of a homeless person especially since this house could be easily seen from I-25, a major highway that goes through the heart of Denver and there was an exit within walking distrance to this house. Denver had a very large homeless population just like all big cities have. The living room had all the furniture, lamps, tables and the bedrooms all had armours and iron beds, everything left in the kitchen along with home canned goods, spices, dishes, everything still there. In the bedroom where I entered there was a portable toilet and I wondered if someone had been sick. I got a feeling that was the case. I spent hours in there just looking through pictures and postcards of the family that had lived there. There was a ton of Catholic Paraphenalia too, you know, crucifixes on the walls, rosary beads and the like. It was fastinating to me and I was trying to figure out why this family had left the house this way and I was so surprised when I came out how many hours had passed but I chalked it up to being too involved and losing track of time, I've never worn a watch so it wasn't hard to believe that this could happen. This place also wasn't too far from my house so I would go there as often as I could and wander the grounds, investigating the sheds and the outhouse, the root cellar under the house was loaded with old canned goods and rotted root vegatables. The smell, of course, after all this time was non existant so really it wasn't unpleasant. I kept wondering what had happened there. I did not know that the family that owned this home lived just around the corner on this same street, how I found out was, they caught me there and ran me off. I watched them as they left and saw where they went. Now, when I would go back, I'd look to see if they were home before I'd go in. So, week after week, month after month, I would go back, there was so much to explore. Time after time they would catch me there again and again, and always run me off. I always wondered why they never called the police on me but they never did. I think they knew I was being haunted although I was not aware of this at the time. Later on after I had been exploring for a number of months, I began to find myself there with no recolection as to how or when I had gotten there. But everytime I went in, hours and hours would go by and everytime I came out I was always surprised at how much time had passed. I would think I was in there about 2 hours but would find at least 6 hours had passed and it was dusk. It would begin to get dark and I would have to leave because, of course, there was no electricity. I was completely taken over and got it into my mind that I wanted to buy this house, so I talked to my husband about it never revealing to him that I had been going there. I kept it a secret from everyone, even my best friend. I did some research and tried to find out anything I could about it. I did find out it was built in 1910 but could get no other information about it. I even tried to talk to the people that owned the house but they would never tell me anything at all and would just tell me to leave, again! I never damaged anything and left everything as it was. I never took anything from that house until one day, I was drawn to an old green woven clothes hamper in very good condition and since I needed one at home, I took it. No one would miss it, right? Now, I had made a connection, bad move!! Soon after I took this hamper, I had a dream. Or was it a dream? A figure in a dark hooded cloak approached me and said, "Can I come into you and finish living out the rest of my life?" I replied, "If I do, then when do I can to live out the rest of my life?" and the figure disappeared and I woke up. Creepy, huh? I do believe that the hamper was the catalyst for this event. I should not have taken anything. "Thou shalt not steal." There's always a reason for His commandments. The next time I went to the house, it had been completely demolished. The house and all of the outbuildings where gone. There was absolutely no trace ithat anything was ever there. Not a brick, not a board, not even the foundation! The root cellar had been filled in completely. I was devistated and wondered how and why did they do this? The house was safe and could have been sold. I had been going there two and three times a week so I don't know how this was accomplished so quickly. I wonder if the dream came after the destruction but I had not known what they had done and the hamper made it possible for this spirit to come to me. I kept that hamper for a number of years and was always haunted by what ever had happened there. As long as I held on to it I could not release myself from the spirit that inhabited that house although I never had any more "dreams". I finally did rid myself of it though because I knew as long as I hung on to it I'd never be free. I do not remember how I disposed of it but it wasn't until then that I was finally released but this had gone on for years. I'm very much more careful now when and where I go and will stand outside and take the time to size up the spirit or spirits connected to these old places before entering. Please, if you are out exploring and you find a place like this, do not take anything as you don't know what you are bringing home. And if you have taken anything from a house like this, get rid of it now!!

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Vicariah

This House Possessed

This House Possessed I have always been quite adventuroues so it stands to reason that when I had spare time alone I would hop in my car and go exploring. I especially liked finding old abandoned homes and there are alot of them in Colorado. My husband hated the fact that I would do this completely alone and he was always afraid that I would get into trouble. When I saw a "No Tresspassing Sign" it was an invitation, so it's no surprise that I would often be where I wasn't supposed to be. One day while out driving down old country roads that I happened upon an old abandoned farmhouse, so I pulled into the drive way. There was no garage or car port so my car was right in plain site. This old red brick farmhouse was all boarded up but around the side of the house there was an opening where one of the boards had fallen off so I scrambled on up and crawled through. I found myself in a front bedroom. Of course, it was rather dark but there were cracks in the boards that let in just enough light that you could easily manouver throughout the house without too much difficulty. Imagine my surprise to find everything still in the house untouched. Near as I could tell it had been empty since sometime in the 60's so had been sitting in this condition for at least 20 years. I found this very strange that no kids had gotten inside to party nor any evidence of a homeless person especially since this house could be easily seen from I-25, a major highway that goes through the heart of Denver and there was an exit within walking distrance to this house. Denver had a very large homeless population just like all big cities have. The living room had all the furniture, lamps, tables and the bedrooms all had armours and iron beds, everything left in the kitchen along with home canned goods, spices, dishes, everything still there. In the bedroom where I entered there was a portable toilet and I wondered if someone had been sick. I got a feeling that was the case. I spent hours in there just looking through pictures and postcards of the family that had lived there. There was a ton of Catholic Paraphenalia too, you know, crucifixes on the walls, rosary beads and the like. It was fastinating to me and I was trying to figure out why this family had left the house this way and I was so surprised when I came out how many hours had passed but I chalked it up to being too involved and losing track of time, I've never worn a watch so it wasn't hard to believe that this could happen. This place also wasn't too far from my house so I would go there as often as I could and wander the grounds, investigating the sheds and the outhouse, the root cellar under the house was loaded with old canned goods and rotted root vegatables. The smell, of course, after all this time was non existant so really it wasn't unpleasant. I kept wondering what had happened there. I did not know that the family that owned this home lived just around the corner on this same street, how I found out was, they caught me there and ran me off. I watched them as they left and saw where they went. Now, when I would go back, I'd look to see if they were home before I'd go in. So, week after week, month after month, I would go back, there was so much to explore. Time after time they would catch me there again and again, and always run me off. I always wondered why they never called the police on me but they never did. I think they knew I was being haunted although I was not aware of this at the time. Later on after I had been exploring for a number of months, I began to find myself there with no recolection as to how or when I had gotten there. But everytime I went in, hours and hours would go by and everytime I came out I was always surprised at how much time had passed. I would think I was in there about 2 hours but would find at least 6 hours had passed and it was dusk. It would begin to get dark and I would have to leave because, of course, there was no electricity. I was completely taken over and got it into my mind that I wanted to buy this house, so I talked to my husband about it never revealing to him that I had been going there. I kept it a secret from everyone, even my best friend. I did some research and tried to find out anything I could about it. I did find out it was built in 1910 but could get no other information about it. I even tried to talk to the people that owned the house but they would never tell me anything at all and would just tell me to leave, again! I never damaged anything and left everything as it was. I never took anything from that house until one day, I was drawn to an old green woven clothes hamper in very good condition and since I needed one at home, I took it. No one would miss it, right? Now, I had made a connection, bad move!! Soon after I took this hamper, I had a dream. Or was it a dream? A figure in a dark hooded cloak approached me and said, "Can I come into you and finish living out the rest of my life?" I replied, "If I do, then when do I can to live out the rest of my life?" and the figure disappeared and I woke up. Creepy, huh? I do believe that the hamper was the catalyst for this event. I should not have taken anything. "Thou shalt not steal." There's always a reason for His commandments. The next time I went to the house, it had been completely demolished. The house and all of the outbuildings where gone. There was absolutely no trace ithat anything was ever there. Not a brick, not a board, not even the foundation! The root cellar had been filled in completely. I was devistated and wondered how and why did they do this? The house was safe and could have been sold. I had been going there two and three times a week so I don't know how this was accomplished so quickly. I wonder if the dream came after the destruction but I had not known what they had done and the hamper made it possible for this spirit to come to me. I kept that hamper for a number of years and was always haunted by what ever had happened there. As long as I held on to it I could not release myself from the spirit that inhabited that house although I never had any more "dreams". I finally did rid myself of it though because I knew as long as I hung on to it I'd never be free. I do not remember how I disposed of it but it wasn't until then that I was finally released but this had gone on for years. I'm very much more careful now when and where I go and will stand outside and take the time to size up the spirit or spirits connected to these old places before entering. Please, if you are out exploring and you find a place like this, do not take anything as you don't know what you are bringing home. And if you have taken anything from a house like this, get rid of it now!! This is a personal true story. Written by Debra Goree

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Vicariah

A Visit from SlenderMan?

I live with my parents and my younger sister of 17 at the time, in a nice residential condo up in the hills. One day, after work while I was arriving at my house, there was a strong windstorm going on, it was so strong that some trees fell off, and the streets were full of leaves and pine needles, when I arrived home there was so many pine needles pile up in front of my house, that I had to be carefull not to trip. At the other side of the street there is a empty lot with nothing built in it, and a wall that divides, my residential from another that is next to it, while I was looking to all of the pine needles piled up, I realized that althought I got neighbours at both sides of my house, the leaves and needles were only piled up in front of my house, I knew that no one had cleaned up their part of the street, because it was still winding hard when I was arriving home. Sunddenly out of nowhere the winding stopped, and the air seemed still for a bit, it was starting to get dark but the ligthing around my house seemed strange, that's when I felt as if someone was watching me, I started to feel sick and dizzy, and started seeing fireworks around my vision, that type you see when you are going to pass out. I've overcome some hardships in my life, and I was relatively strongwilled, so I held my self against my car, and stumbled to my house door almost passing out, once inside my house I laid on the floor trying to recompose myself. As I have high blood pressure since I was 16, I didn't thought about this much. After several minutes staring at my door from the inside, I got up, locked the door and went on with the night. Hours later I was playing league of legends with my sister, as I'm addicted to it, when I noticed some moviment in the empty terrain in front of my house, it has just a fell threes but in the dark you can't see very far. That's when with letting out a gasp I saw him, a tall white figure, with no eyes or facial features, he was wearing some form of a black blazer and there were shadows creeping from behind him, I turned to look at my sister, and called her but when I looked back to the terrain it was empty, I shrug it off, and asked her if she would care to sleep in my room that day, and she said ok. One week went on giving me a feeling of dread every time I was around my house but outside of it, when I arrived home in one of these days it was strangely still clear, while the other days at the same time it was usually dark. Whilst getting my things out of my car I turned to look to the empty terrain when I noticed a woman screaming "GO AWAY" and closing her windows fiercely, her house was in the other residential conto to the other side of the wall where the empty lot was is. I was startled for a momment, and went straght to my house. I've never said anything about it to anyone, but the next day my sister came to me worried, saying that she had a nightmare where I was going crazy because I could see SlenderMan, that gave me chills across my spine and I felt dizzy again, I starded explaining the last events to her and she laughed and said that there is no thing as slenderman, and that I must be forgeting to take my blood pressure medicine, wich I sometimes forget to take, but I knew that wasnt the case. The next week I had forgot about all of that, while arriving home I opened the door to my house, and a huge rodent entered my house running, it was probrably 60 cm from head to tail, and went on to the kitchen, this rodent leaves in the wood near my home, and due to ambiental laws we can't kill it, or send it anywhere else. I was chasing it off my house when he jumped to a metal table we have and started gnarling to me, I screamed at him wich made him pissed off and I swear he was about to jump at me, when he stopped, looked behind me and started to piss himself, feeling something strange behind me, I turned to look, only to find nothing between me and the door behind me. The rat jumped of the table, fell akwardly into the floor and fled thought a door that takes you outside in the back of my home. My sister was startled by the whole ordeal and asked me what the hell happened, when I explained, I told her, that I've seen that rodent before, and it had never got so close to me before, he was always afraid of me, I asked my sister what she thought about it, and she said, maybe there was something more freighting than you outside... That night I had trouble sleeping, and when I did fell asleep I dreamed with him, this tall figure lurking at the forest into my home, in my dream my home shone light into him making him fled the woods, since that dream I've never felt his precence again, but sometimes I wonder what made him go away, and why did he came to my house.

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thorhurricane

Love Spell Gone Wrong (My Personal True Story)

Love Spell Gone Wrong It was October when my very best friend, Lynn and I, decided we'd celebrate our birthday's together as we always did. But this was a special year, we were both turnomg 18 so we decided it would be a good idea to celebrate by bar hopping from town to town down 20 which was a main route that connected all our little upstate Ohio towns together. Our birthdays were less than 2 weeks apart and we had been best friends from our first meeting at age 12. Not too much to remember until our last stop. We were about 40 miles away from home at this point and this is where my story begins. I met Kevin. He was tall, blond and had sparkling blue eyes that twinkled with just a hint of mischief. He was 5 years older than me. quite gregarious, fun loving, spontaneous with a hysterical sense of humor. He had a very adventerous spirit and enjoyed sky diving. He was also an ametuer photographer as well, he liked to take pictures as he was free falling. He had a job, a car and was attending the local college. I just loved his spirit. As you can imagine, I fell in love fast and furious. We were together every spare moment running around with our friends and going to parties, just living it up as young people do. Not a care in the world. If a great song came on the radio, he'd pull the car over and dance in the street! Anytime we went to the movies, I'd let him pick as his choice was the best choice always. He was smart and articulate, and very good looking!! There was never a dull moment with Kevin. I just adored him. June, 1973, he and his little brother had decided to take a road trip out to experience the mountains in Colorado for the summer. I was so happy for them both and I really loved his brother too and wanted them to go and have a good time. What I did not know yet, I was pregnant. While they were out on their adventure we communicated infrequently. No cell phones back then. I was afraid to tell him and when I finally told him he was silent. I didn't hear back from him until about two weeks later. He wrote me a letter and informed me that he wasn't coming back to Ohio. I was devistated, heart broken beyond imagination. During this time, I came across an article in the Reader's Digest on how to cast a love spell. Of course, that's the answer, Right? I was diligent and cast this spell every single day for several months through tears and intense emotional upheaval. I had never experienced such pain in my life, well, except for when Shep, our family dog died when I was 16. One night, I had slept on the couch and suddenly woke up at 6am, fully awake and said to myself "He's back"!. It was late October, a full year now since we'd met, and I had been very diligent in my task. Now, I do believe that this was a supernatural experience because this is Not now nor never was the way I wake up. It usually takes me at least an hour to become somewhat coherant and I didn't drink coffee back then. Well, I waited until 10:30am before I called his mom's house. This was an excrusiating 4 1/2 hours as I tried to anticipate his response. When I finally did call, his brother answered!! I just knew he was back though I can not tell you how it was that I knew, I just did. I still know things somehow that I have no way of knowing, I guess it's more of a feeling/knowing. I guess I feel knowledge in my spirit, it's weird and hard to explain. But on with my story, after speaking with him, he drove the 40 miles and came to see me. I don't know what went through his mind. I was very pegnant and had gained about 50 pounds but everything seems to be alright, he moved in with me right then and there. Got a job and the baby came. What a darling little boy he was and the apple of our eye. At first I did not notice the changes in Kevin. They were very suttle at first but soon he became very stressed, quit his job, started doing major drugs and alcohol and spent more and more time away from home. Now we had done our fair share of partying, let me tell you, but this became way out of hand. And maybe now that we had a baby, I wasn't so much fun anymore since I took my responsibility as a parent very serious and didn't run around and party anymore. When he was home, nothing was right. He imagined all sorts of things and became very distrustful. He did things that were out of character for him and became paranoid and about drove me crazy right along with him as I watched him spiral downward into madness. My point: You see, like Gage Creed, he wasn't the same person that came back. His was completely changed. He was no longer fun. He enjoyed psychological head games, I guess maybe this was some sort of testing ground. I don't know how he did it but man, he had my mind so messed up. We even went to counciling and Thank God, they kept him at the institution for a while, I was relieved at the time because I was got a badly needed repreive from him. But, they could not help him. You see, it wasn't until much later that I realized that he had been possessed by demons and I do believe there was more than a few. The last time I saw him before I left for good, he was unrecognizable. He emitted an undescribable odor that was so offensive but was not a normal small. His knees were larger than his thighs and you could see every rib protruding from the back or front. His eyes had dark circles and were sunk into his head and he looked absolutely haunted. He looked like a person who had been in a concentration camp. I remember looking at him in amazement that he was actually still alive. I was finally able to escape by taking my children and moving to the middle of the US where I knew no one. I did see him again sometime later. He had put on a small amount of weight although his mind was still the same as when I had left. God forgive me. I always wondered if I had been the cause of the demons by my spell casting. It seemed like he had a legion in there, I still feel responsible because I don't know for sure if everytime I cast that spell, if he didn't received another demon. I kind of suspect it was my fault. You know, like another knowing. Please don't mess around with any kind a spell no matter how innoscent it seems...........you don't know the ramifications of your actions. Believe me, it's better to let them leave and find another person, it's just not worth the torment you will put yourself through and sadly it will be your own doing. The reason I've decided to share this is maybe I can get some peace knowing that my story helped at least one person escape what I experienced. I've lived with this my entire life. Let this be your warning! Written by Debra Goree

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Vicariah

Hitch Hiker's Nightmare (My personal true story)

Hitch Hiker's Nightmare To understand the magnitude of my story, you must know who I am. So, here's a little back story. I was born in 1954, so my formidable years were spent growing up under the influence of the 60's and early 70's in a very small town in upstate Ohio. When I say small, I mean 1 light at Broadway and Main. There were about 40 business in the center of town. The drugstore soda shop was right on one of those corners. There was also the hardware store, small grocery store, Ben Franklin's, gas station, barber shop. We had Baptist, Methodist, Lutheran and Catholic churches and most everyone went to one of them weekly. You get the picture, it was Mayberry! We also had a library, a post office and the jail. The jail was set up so you could easily sneak right past the cop desk 9 times out of 10 to go see if anyone was in jail. If there was, we would run errands for them, go get cigarettes, whatever. We never bothered to ask "What are you in for?" Kids!! I was a curious, free spirited and completely wild and innocent child. A little bit later came the assassination of JFK, the Civil Rights Movement, the Vietnam protests and the hippie revolution which I joined in becomming one of the earliest hippies. So, maybe you can now guess where this story in leading. Hitch hiking was common place in those years, so I did it alot. For a little over 3 years I made many trips all over the US and Canada much to the dismay of my mother. Sometimes, I took friends, sometimes I went alone. Always with no money, no clothes and no worries. So many people tried to warn me of the dangers but being very young and naive, and feeling quite invincible, I ignored all of their well-meaning advice. This wasn't my first trip, nor was it the last, but it is the most memorable and you'll now understand the gravity of the very close call that it was. June 1969, I was 14. I was spending the night with my friend, Deena, who lived in a neighboring mirrored town. I talked her into coming with me to San Francisco. She just happened to have a brother living out there that she had not seen in a while, so we headed out across the cow pasture to the highway and stuck out our thumbs. It never took long to get a ride as you can probably imagine. We received many rides, a band tour bus picked us up on their way to a gig in Chicago but we didn't want to make that big of a detour, so we passed. I can't remember who the band was. I remember another ride when we got into a convertible Cadillac with 4 black men and went to a party in Black Town, Columbus, Ohio. We were the only white people at this party and let me tell you.....we had a blast. I never felt unwanted or in danger. In fact, the nice lady that lived in that apartment gave me a shirt which I thought was so kind. Now, as an adult, I realize she was trying to cover me up. God Bless Her. The next ride was pretty cool until he picked up another hitch hike, a lone guy, who kept nagging him about how much trouble he was going to be in if he got caught taking these two underage girls across state lines. I became very agitated and told him to "Shut Up". We should have gotten out right then and there but we stayed. He wasn't dangerous, just annoying. Well, the driver stopped for gas in Iowa and Deena and I went into the rest room to freshen up. When we came out, the cops were waiting for us and we ended up in the Iowa City Jail. I'm sure our parents were contacted immediately although I do not recall this. We were quite the attraction in this little jail. The cops would come up and talk to us and play cards. They would bring us cigarettes, candy and donuts. Another Mayberry! I don't think we were there for too long before Deena's mom had driven out to pick us up, and after a conversation with her daughter, she decided to drive us the rest of the way to California. That's just over 1,900 miles. Unbelievable!! I remember singing to the radio all the way to Nevada. I especially remember the Momma's and the Papa's "Are you going to San Francisco". Later we booked into a hotel in Reno. Borrrring! This is not what I signed up for. I tried to talk Deena into just taking off (I realize now, as an adult, what a terrible selfish act that would have been and how devastating that would have been to her mom. Lucky for everyone, she refused to do that, so, I stayed. We, we finally ended up in San Francisco, right at Height and Ashbury near Berkley College, where all the hippie action was (with her mom tagging along). It was all so overwhelming to me. I was pretty cool for our little town, but this stuff as WAAAYYYY out of my league. I did mention how very naive I was, I was not fully aware of things like drug addiction, but I was it first hand at Needle Park. Seeing everyone strung out on drugs scared me to death. I saw other things too that I cannot mention. Needless to say, I was shocked, I wanted to go home and I have never wanted to go back to California again, and have never been back even to this day. I don't remember how many weeks I was gone on that particular adventure, but shortly thereafter, I was home watching tv with my mom. It was July and it was all over the news about the Manson Family and the infamous murders. I then realized how close I had come to being picked up by them and possibley becoming one of the Family. What if I would have taken off on my own looking for adventure and had not stayed with Deena and her mom that night? Hitch hiking alone through the desert, 9 hours away from Spawn Ranch? What if that guy had not turned us into the cops in Iowa and we would have been out there the two of us? Most assuredly I or both of us would have gotten picked up by one of them. Later I found out that the Family were recruiting poeple from Haight/Ashbury and also how irked I was because we couldn't lose her mom. Everyday I'm thankful that I did not get caught up in that. I was sure ripe for the picking, especially if they would have gotten ahold of me before I made it all the way to California. In all my adventures, I was never beat up, raped or murdered. I really do believe that I was under divine protection.

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Vicariah

Creepy Corner (My Personal True Story)

Creepy Corner This is a strange but true story. Our family moved to a house on Granada Street in Denver. It was an ordinary street of older homes with sidewalks running up and down both sides and lots of large trees. A lovely street. The boys were in first and third grade and the neighborhood was brimming with children, especially since the elementary school was only a few blocks away. It wasn't hard to meet the neighbors as the children were always outside playing and we quickly became friendly with many of them. As the story goes, there used to be a boy that lived in the house before us that was an absolute terror, breaking into homes to steal, bullying the other children, and catching sheds on fire, so it was no surprise that the entire neighborhood was relieved when this family moved away. That is all I knew. At the time I was working at a Christian Book and Music warehouse. They had an album bin where record albums were placed. They were very inexpensive so I would pick up records for about $1 a piece, so even though I had never heard of any of these bands, I was willing to spend the buck. I would play these records alot and many of them were excellant bands like Petra, Sweet Comfort Band, Second Chapter of Acts, etc. But I noticed when I played these records when the family was home all hell would break loose. The children would start fighting, my husband would yell and our dog, Ho-Chin, a big red Chow would get irritable and actually started to attack the children. It finally came to a point where I had to start keeping him outside until Dad came home because he would give me nasty crusty looks and actually did bite me in the face and he bit both of my boys. I became too afraid to be left alone with him and I didn't want him around my boys. This was really weird because I had always felt safe with him. This was so out of character for him. Now, it's not unusual for most families to have their children argue and fight from time to time but I started noticing this seemed to escalate every time I played these records, incidently, I still have them and I still play them. I needed confirmation so, one day, my best friend Carrie was over and I told her about my suspicions. I said "Watch this". I went over and put on a record, we were standing in the archway between the living room and kitchen and sure enough, all hell broke loose again. I went over and took the record off and everything returned to normal, so now I had a witness. Weird huh? Wait, it gets even more interesting. The living room was brightly lit from the large windows that covered an entire wall, lots of sunshine. It really wasn't creepy at all but I was drawn to and kept looking up to the SW corner of the room. There wasn't a shadow or anything there that I could see as to why I would keep looking there but it was like a magnet and my eyes were constatly darting to look there often. During the day when I was home alone, a deep dark depression would envelope me completely and I would just cry and cry. There was no reason for it but when this feeling came over me, I truly did just want to die. I'm not kidding. I am not yet putting two and two together. But one day, I was so over taken by the intense sadness that I collapsed to my knees and with my face in my hands just wailed and wailed like I had lost a child. I happened to be in the living room just underneath this particular corner. Then I felt a hand on my left shoulder and I immediately and completely forgot what I was crying about. Over 30 years later, try as I might, I still cannot remember what I was so upset about. This really freaked me out because there was no one there. I'm not saying it was Jesus or my Guardian Angel, I really cannot say. I guess I'll find out that was all about when I see my life review. I'm just saying I had a religious experience that cannot be explained. I never talked about it because I thought people would think I was nuts. But, having access to all those books at the warehouse, and being an advid reader, I soon found where other people had the experience of the hand of the shoulder. Although their experiences and situations where different than mine, they still felt the hand and the comfort that came with it. When I read this, I was truly relieved as it confirmed I was not crazy, but I still never told anyone, not even my family or my best friend. It was just too weird. A few days later, after that experience, there was a group of children out at the end of our walkway standing on the sidewalk. I was in the house with the front door open watching the children through the screen door. I had one of my records playing. I was actually standing in the exact same place in the living room where I had had the touching experience. As I stood there watching the children, all of a sudden there were three bright blinding flashes in rapid procession that came from that corner. It was kind of like the flash on a camera only very much more intense. With each flash I spun in a circle saying What, what, what and immediately after, one of those children starting screening bloody murder and took off down the street like a bolt of lightening I, of course, promptly ran outside to find out the who, what, where of "What the heck just happened?". All of the children were looking confused, and I said "What on Earth was that all about?". Well, one of those children was the boy that used to live there. I guess his parents were visiting one of their friends and he came down to see who was living in his old house. The children said, "for no reason, this boy just starting screaming and ran down the street!", Wow! I think what was in that corner, saw him and repossessed him to get out of that house that was full of the praise and worship of Jesus. After this occured, the household returned to normal. My depression left, the children got along better and the dog also became our protector again and became quite friendly. If I ever have another experience like this, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that if you fill your heart and home with genuine praise and love the Lord with all your heart, any demon has to leave. Not sure about the sage and all that stuff, but this is what worked for me. Anyway, that's my take on it. What do you think? You know, I've always wondered about that little boy and I do hope that he got the help that he needed. He's must now in his mid-forties. I never knew his name, but God knows who he is. I've prayed for him often, and now that you know the story, maybe you will pray for him too. Written by Debra Goree

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Vicariah

Hitch Hiker's Nightmare

This story takes place during the 1960's in a small Upstate town in Ohio. The 1960's brought us the assassination of JFK, the Civil Rights Movement, the Vietnam protest and the Hippie Revolution. This story is about the many hitch hikers that were so prominent at this time and the many dangers that were present that so many Innocents were unaware of. r/https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qWTR7Jt31II&t=130s

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Vicariah

I found how to create a wonderland, it's not as beautiful as you think

so, i found out how to create a wonderland from my imagination, i have learnt it's rules and workings. here are the rules for entering firs along with the steps for it: there's only one main rule, it being to be indoors when doing it, lest you want your reality to be replaced with the imaginated reality, nobody but you will realize the change occured, but none of the rules about being in the wonderland apply. note that nobody from outside the space you chose can enter just like it's impossible to leave without dispelling this fake reality now here are the steps: first, you grab a piece of paper and write "make my world real" and hold onto it in some form so anyone looking at it could read it, it can be taped to you. You have to focus on the world you want to be in. next, you have to close your eyes. ***they*** won't do it otherwise, you can tape the piece of paper from earlier to your face to skip this step. Once you open your eyes, the piece of paper should be gone and you should be in the world that you imagined. here are the rules for being in the wonderland: \#1: never sleep in it. ***They*** don't like to create wonderlands so people can sleep in them and ***they*** are quite hungry afterwards, you might be the meal if you don't follow the rule. ***They*** mostly do it to watch any exciting thing that you'll do, so avoid any boring acts as the only thing you do in there. \#2: don't try and control the reality, you might have created it but ***they*** are the owners of it and don't like people acting as owners of ***their*** creations. \#3: after some time, the wonderland will grow distorted, LEAVE THIS REALITY ASAP. In order to leave you need to attempt setting part of the wonderland on fire, it will be dispelled. If you don't leave when the distortions start, you might become part of ***their*** eyes and be forced to watch the next victim. \#4: make sure to express your thanks to ***them*** before any form of rest. ***They*** don't like not being thanked for taking the time to fulfill your wish. Those are the rules you need to follow to stay safe. now for the rules that the wonderland follows naturally: \#1: upon leaving, you will once again have the piece of paper you used, but with a scenery from the wonderland you made, it's never going to stop existing, so you can return whenever you want, burning it only unbinds the nature of that world. Note that returning gives time for distortions to reset. Those pieces of paper were called by me, "eldritch prints" \#2: look closely at each eldritch print you get if you visit wonderlands often, if it shows any grotesque scenery. BURN. IT. NOW. You don't want to see where that print leads. \#3: You can bring back anything(things, knowledge, etc.) from the wonderland, including things that shouldn't exist. You need to hold onto them when dispelling the wonderland.

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NoAwareness8591

What to do if your clock turns to 12:60 AM

So you're in your bedroom and just checked the time only to see that your clock says the time is 12:60 AM. You might be confused but don’t worry, if you follow these simple rules, you should make it out just fine. But if this occurs while you are unfortunately asleep, sadly there will be nothing I can do for you. After about 2 hours your clock should go back to normal, when it does you can continue with whatever you were doing. 1. Firstly you want to make sure all of your windows in your bedroom are closed and then shut and lock your door. **YOU CANNOT LEAVE UNTIL WE ARE FINISHED**. 2. The lights will automatically turn off when we start, **DO NOT** try to turn them back on. It only makes it easier for **him** to find you. 2a. If for any reason you foolishly turn the lights back on **EVEN THOUGH I WARNED YOU**. Since you have alerted **him**, you must immediately go and hide somewhere, **he** is going to enter your room, you must stay quiet, **he** has very good hearing. If after a while **he** finds nothing, he will leave, and you can then leave your hiding place. 3. You must check any mirrors in your room if you see anybody other than yourself DON’T look it in the eye, if you do it will try to reach out and pull you into the mirror, you must destroy the mirror if this happens. If you have no mirrors in your room, lucky you, you don’t have to worry about this. 4. *Ignore the scratching in the walls, it's probably nothing.* 5. If someone you know knocks on the door asking to come in, DO NOT let them in, there is nobody you know in your house right now. 6. If you hear music being played in another room, you must say loudly “I do not like this song please turn it off” the music will stop playing. If you do not say this, you will find your ears suddenly are not connected to your head. 7. **~~DON’T LOOK AT THE MOON~~** *Every once in a while, check outside and look at the moon.* 8. After 1 hour and 30 minutes pass from when we started, **he** will knock on the door, you must answer, do not be afraid of **him** even though he is 8 feet tall, **he** will ask you for a body part, all you need to say is “I'm not done using that” and **he** will usually just grunt and leave. If **he** doesn’t leave just hope you aren’t too fond of the body part, he asked for. 9. After the 2 hours have passed everything will go black then return to normal. You are back in your own world now. If you followed all the rules, you will have made it out just fine.

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Light_zc

How to survive!

Needed a easy, concise guide on how to continue living? You're lucky! You know why? ​ **Main Guide** Let's start with some simple concepts: *Brushing your teeth* To start, make sure you have the following: * Clothes * A toothbrush (can be purchased at your nearest store) * Teeth * paste 1: Grab your toothbrush in your dominant hand, and apply the toothpaste (usually enough length to cover the tip of your finger width-wise) onto the toothbrush. Make sure it is the side with bristles. 2: Open your mouth wide, but not too wide. You don't want to end up li 3: Raise your hand and place top quarter of the toothbrush in your mouth, making sure the bristles of the toothpaste touch your teeth. 4: Move in a circular motion, applying slight pressure to your teeth. Do this for around 3 seconds, then move to the next tooth. 5: Once you are done, move the toothbrush up so it touches the upper-half of your mouth. If you don't feel teeth, then move the toothbrush up so it touches the upper-half of your mouth. If you don't feel teeth, then 6: Repeat step 4 until you have brushed every tooth in your mouth, then find the sink. Spit directly into the sink and turn on the tap. If the lights flicker, immediately turn off the tap. Remain silent. Once the cluster is functioning normally, the lights will switch back on and you can continue. 7: ~~Escape~~ the toothbrush from your mouth and **remember** to continue entering and ~~exiting~~ the water from your mouth. 8: Ignore rule 10 9: To take the blade, place your hand on the handle of the door, then ​ ^^To ^^subscribe ^^to ^^the ^^newsletter, ^^follow ^^rule ^^10

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ItsTehGamer

Rules for surviving the light posts pt 2

While walking down the train tracks, you find a note, that says “play me” stuck to an audio cassete. You play and you hear a voice, it greets you by saying, hello again! I’m glad you found my second note, and I hope this is the same person.” My name is Fitz, and I wrote those rules you may have found before.” The cassete has lots of static so you can’t make out the words, but you understand that this is another set of rules. “Let’s get into it” the Voice says. There is a shelter not far from here, but you have to go through the woods. The animals have… changed, so I’m giving you a few rules to help you survive! Good luck! Rule 1. If you’re going to make a fire, only use birch wood. If you use any other wood, you will alert them. Refer to rule 6 if you do. Rule 2. If you have a good food source do not go scavenging, especially at night. If you need food, never eat the yellow berries, and only scavenge during day. Rule 3. If you are in a group, 𝚂̶𝚝̶𝚊̶𝚢̶ ̶𝚝̶𝚘̶𝚐̶𝚎̶𝚝̶𝚑̶𝚎̶𝚛̶ and make sure to never stay in one spot for too long. If one of you is severely injured, have them refer to rule 6, as well as if you are injured alone. Rule 4. The animals are… Different. They have mutated, perhaps from the light posts. As of recording this, I have a specimen, a beagle. It appears to be a puppy, but it is around the size of a golden retriever. It appears to have an aggression towards all life, even plants. I have also observed that they are far more intelligent, so you should watch out for traps. If you have a non mutated animal with you, keep it safe, it will be useful. Rule 5. This isn’t a rule, but more of a tip, during full moons, the light posts patrol the forests, so stay down, and try to camouflage/find shelter. Rule 6. If anyone is injured, or you have drawn a light posts attention, kill yourself and anyone else in danger. It is better than what will happen if you are caught. Rule 7. Never, under any circumstances- Suddenly, the cassete cuts out. Should you keep going north, or go through the forest? Before you can finish your thought, you hear a roar coming from behind you. “Refer to rule 6”

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JustABaskingShark

Rules for surviving the light posts pt 2

While walking down the train tracks, you find a note, that says “play me” stuck to an audio cassete. You play and you hear a voice, it greets you by saying, hello again! I’m glad you found my second note, and I hope this is the same person.” My name is Fitz, and I wrote those rules you may have found before.” The cassete has lots of static so you can’t make out the words, but you understand that this is another set of rules. “Let’s get into it” the Voice says. There is a shelter not far from here, but you have to go through the woods. The animals have… changed, so I’m giving you a few rules to help you survive! Good luck! Rule 1. If you’re going to make a fire, only use birch wood. If you use any other wood, you will alert them. Refer to rule 6 if you do. Rule 2. If you have a good food source do not go scavenging, especially at night. If you need food, never eat the yellow berries, and only scavenge during day. Rule 3. If you are in a group, 𝚂̶𝚝̶𝚊̶𝚢̶ ̶𝚝̶𝚘̶𝚐̶𝚎̶𝚝̶𝚑̶𝚎̶𝚛̶ and make sure to never stay in one spot for too long. If one of you is severely injured, have them refer to rule 6, as well as if you are injured alone. Rule 4. The animals are… Different. They have mutated, perhaps from the light posts. As of recording this, I have a specimen, a beagle. It appears to be a puppy, but it is around the size of a golden retriever. It appears to have an aggression towards all life, even plants. I have also observed that they are far more intelligent, so you should watch out for traps. If you have a non mutated animal with you, keep it safe, it will be useful. Rule 5. This isn’t a rule, but more of a tip, during full moons, the light posts patrol the forests, so stay down, and try to camouflage/find shelter. Rule 6. If anyone is injured, or you have drawn a light posts attention, kill yourself and anyone else in danger. It is better than what will happen if you are caught. Rule 7. Never, under any circumstances- Suddenly, the cassete cuts out. Should you keep going north, or go through the forest? Before you can finish your thought, you hear a roar coming from behind you. “Refer to rule 6”

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JustABaskingShark

Rules for surviving the light Posts

Hello, if you’re reading this, one of two things have happened. Either I’ve been taken by them, or I found a safe place, and I’m taking shelter. Either way, I want to help you survive, so I wrote these rules. Be careful, some rules may be fake. Rule 1. Do not look at the light posts. They are not normal. Their light will instantly either drive insane, or just melt you into the ground. Rule 2. Some rules have been edited. If any sentence starts with a lowercase letter, or has typos, wrong punctuation, bad grammar, etc, do not, under any circumstances follow that rule. Rule 3. The light posts aren’t actually light posts. I’ve seen them, they get up and move around. Be careful, they might just sneak up on you. rule 4. don’t worry about the green ones, they just wanted to helps. Rule 5. Different light colors do different things. Blue lights drive you insane, red lights just instantly melt you into the pavement, and green lights ███ ███████. Rule 6. Check other people’s eyes. If someone has been infected by blue light, their eyes will be blue where normally white, and their pupils will be blacked out. Rule 7. blacked out pupils are safe, follow the man in red. Rule 8. If you see a figure dressed in a red trench coat, do not, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES follow him. It is a trap. Rule 9.Green ████ ██ ████████ ████ █████████HELP ██████ ███████████ ██████████ ████████ ████ ████ █████ the man in blue. Rule 10. I have no more time to write this, they are coming. But one last thing. I have found a safe haven, I am taking shelter there, It is called The Foundation. Follow the tracks north, and you will find the next set of rules…

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JustABaskingShark

Rules for surviving the light Posts

Hello, if you’re reading this, one of two things have happened. Either I’ve been taken by them, or I found a safe place, and I’m taking shelter. Either way, I want to help you survive, so I wrote these rules. Be careful, some rules may be fake. Rule 1. Do not look at the light posts. They are not normal. Their light will instantly either drive insane, or just melt you into the ground. Rule 2. Some rules have been edited. If any sentence starts with a lowercase letter, or has typos, wrong punctuation, bad grammar, etc, do not, under any circumstances follow that rule. Rule 3. The light posts aren’t actually light posts. I’ve seen them, they get up and move around. Be careful, they might just sneak up on you. rule 4. don’t worry about the green ones, they just wanted to helps. Rule 5. Different light colors do different things. Blue lights drive you insane, red lights just instantly melt you into the pavement, and green lights ███ ███████. Rule 6. Check other people’s eyes. If someone has been infected by blue light, their eyes will be blue where normally white, and their pupils will be blacked out. Rule 7. blacked out pupils are safe, follow the man in red. Rule 8. If you see a figure dressed in a red trench coat, do not, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES follow him. It is a trap. Rule 9.Green ████ ██ ████████ ████ █████████HELP ██████ ███████████ ██████████ ████████ ████ ████ █████ the man in blue. Rule 10. I have no more time to write this, they are coming. But one last thing. I have found a safe haven, I am taking shelter there, It is called The Foundation. Follow the tracks north, and you will find the next set of rules…

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JustABaskingShark

Rules for surviving the light Posts

Hello, if you’re reading this, one of two things have happened. Either I’ve been taken by them, or I found a safe place, and I’m taking shelter. Either way, I want to help you survive, so I wrote these rules. Be careful, some rules may be fake. Rule 1. Do not look at the light posts. They are not normal. Their light will instantly either drive insane, or just melt you into the ground. Rule 2. Some rules have been edited. If any sentence starts with a lowercase letter, or has typos, wrong punctuation, bad grammar, etc, do not, under any circumstances follow that rule. Rule 3. The light posts aren’t actually light posts. I’ve seen them, they get up and move around. Be careful, they might just sneak up on you. rule 4. don’t worry about the green ones, they just wanted to helps. Rule 5. Different light colors do different things. Blue lights drive you insane, red lights just instantly melt you into the pavement, and green lights ███ ███████. Rule 6. Check other people’s eyes. If someone has been infected by blue light, their eyes will be blue where normally white, and their pupils will be blacked out. Rule 7. blacked out pupils are safe, follow the man in red. Rule 8. If you see a figure dressed in a red trench coat, do not, under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES follow him. It is a trap. Rule 9.Green ████ ██ ████████ ████ █████████HELP ██████ ███████████ ██████████ ████████ ████ ████ █████ the man in blue. Rule 10. I have no more time to write this, they are coming. But one last thing. I have found a safe haven, I am taking shelter there, It is called The Foundation. Follow the tracks north, and you will find the next set of rules…

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JustABaskingShark

You wake up in a building (Part Two story edition)

-You feel dizzy- [][][][][] : Hello, 502. I am Chief-Researcher [][][][][]. -You remembered the rules- [][][][][] : Let's begin testing. -You get strapped to a bed, being injected with what you see, blood.- "What is that serum?" [][][][][] : Don't ask so many questions. "Okay." -After the injections are done, you get unstrapped- [][][][][] : Head to the cafeteria, it's almost breakfast. "Okay" -You head to the cafeteria- -After entering, you sit down in a chair.- "Wait what are you?" ???: A demon. Sorry, forgot to introduce myself. I'm 582 -You remembered the rules- ???: By the way, over there is Officer [][][][][][][], dont anger him, he is the reason I wear a mask. "What happened to you to make you wear a mask?" 582: Oh, I got my face blowtorched. -You were shocked- "WHAT?!?!?" 582: Shhh, he might hear us. "They can't do this to us!" 582: Shhh! "No!" -A man in pitch black armor approaches you- [][][][][][][] : Why are you two making so much sound? 582, you want me to blowtorch you again? 582: **** YOU ******! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US [][][][][][][] tases her, taking her to the detainment room, you get shot with a sleeping dart "Wha-" -You pass out-

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Apprehensive_Rule332

You woke up in a... building?

Welcome to the facility, we are contained here because we "pose a threat to humanity" or whatever Officer [][][][][][][] says. Here are some rules so you can survive here. 1. Do not try to escape, it will not be pretty. 2. Remember, your name is your subject number, you will be referred to by it. 3. If you hear ranting about "freedom", that's 582. She will be dealt with by security or Officer [][][][][][][] if she is unlucky. 4. See that thing on your neck, that's a shock collar. It shocks you when you try to escape or misbehave. 5. We do not know anything about Officer [][][][][][][] and Chief-Researcher [][][][][]. 6. If Chief-Researcher [][][][][] asks you to follow her, do it. 7. If something with a skull on it's head is being dragged by Security, don't intervene. 8. If you see a subject in paim, do not help. They got hurt from a "Totally Ethical Interrogation Tactic" by Officer [][][][][][][]. 9. Do not anger staff unless you want to be the subject of Rule 8. 10. Have fun *Signed*, 709. ||You hear a door creak open, someone enters||

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Apprehensive_Rule332

Escape.

*You wake up in a daze, head pounding, with a mouth dryer than the desert. Before you have time to gather your bearings, an intercom buzzes to life somewhere above you, and an inhuman voice begins speaking* Heya friend! Welcome to the escape room! You will be wondering where you are, but I dont really care. I'm sure the minor detail of you not knowing where you are could be a bit stressful, but worry not! It might be explained at some point, if I feel like it. You aren't alone, obviously. Your friends should be waking up momentarily, but in the meantime, I'll explain everyth- well, some things. Alright. Rule Numero Uno. If it looks like it shouldn't be touched, you're probably right. Rule two. You have 60 minutes to escape each room. Although, if you do something to displease me, I'll subtract time. Rule 3. Keep it interesting. If it wasn't obvious enough, I brought you here for my entertainment, so make it fun, or I'll do it myself. Rule 4. Make su... actually, nah. I figure it'll be more fun watching you figure it out yourselves. Oh, and just a heads up, the timer starts when everyone wakes up. Speaking of, good luck! *The intercom cuts out, and as the last bits of unconscious fade from the strangers around you, a large LED timer begins counting down from the wall. You are confused, and after assesing your group, five, including yourself, you fill the rest of the strangers in. After they gather their wits, your group begins working on the various puzzles. Addled by the new environment, they barely manage to beat the first room.* Congrats! I'm honestly surprised, most don't even make it this far. I can tell that I'll like you guys! Anyways, I forgot to mention, you gotta choose someone each time you finish a room. Nothing bad will happen, but uh, just go ahead and do it, alright? *Your group chooses a random member, and nervously wait for something to happen. After minutes of nothing, they seem to be fine, so you enter the next room. Nothing strange seems to happen, although you feel as if you have forgotten something important. With a better idea of what is happening, you and your friends complete the room with a much more comfortable lead. You allow yourself to hope that you might get out of this alive* Good job! I mean really, this is beyond anything I could have asked for. I mean, shit, past the actual puzzle solving, you all did things I haven't ever seen before! Wow, this has been great. Keep it up! Oh yeah, and before I forget, choose. *Your group chooses a random member, and nervously wait for something to happen. After minutes of nothing, they seem to be fine, so you enter the next room. Similar to the other rooms, you and the strangers grasp the solutions fairly easily, and gain yet another victory with a comfortable lead to boot.* That was meh. I guess it alright, but, like it said, keep it INTERESTING. Is that really so hard to understand, you fucking idiots? Bringing you here is starting to feel like a waste of energy. Choose. *The three of you settle on a stranger, and as you wait nervously for something to happen to him, nothing does, so you move on. You feel frazzled. You've gone through so much with the stranger you woke up with, and it isn't hard to tell that you are both getting exhausted. As the glowing LED once again blares the time remaining before an unknown fate, you and your partner set to work on beating to room. As you finish up, you notice that you cut it a lot closer than before.* Okay, I'll admit it, THAT was good. It never fails to surprise me how even an objectively inferior species can so easily think of such WILD solutions. Good on you. Anyways, the next room will be the last. Choose. *You and your friend settle on choosing her, as thus far, nothing has happened anyways. Both of you can't help but be ecstatic, as your barely functioning minds can only take so much more. You both step through the door. The final room is much smaller than the last, and although your sleep deprived brain appreciates it, you are confused by it. You've completed the last few rooms alone, why is it so easy now? Your train of thought is cut short by the timer beginning, and your brain going into overdrive for the finale. You blaze through all the puzzles, and use all of your brainpower. As the clock ticks down to the final minute, you give it all that you have, and right before the clock hits zero, you complete the final puzzle* You did it. I truly can't remember the last time someone was able to complete all of this. The last group only made it to the fourth room. *Group? Why were you forced to do it alone?* While I am impressed, the sad truth is that I can't let you leave here. If it makes you feel any better, you really were one of the most entertaining groups yet. So, for the final time, I ask you. Choose.

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Afraid_Government_74

And if the police come knocking: give up.

You'd think that the worst part of sleeping in an abandoned house would be the fact that you don't have anywhere else to sleep. Sadly, if you're reading these notes and it's already dark out, you're already too far in to leave at this point. Hi there, name's Derek, I used to be a homeless down-on-his-luck guy just like you most likely are at this point. Sleeping inside abandoned buildings has the advantage of not suffering from the rain, so many people come here trying to rest for the night. I don't think many people ever leave though. I lived inside this house for 5 years, can't remember when or if it ever wasn't abandoned. This place isn't normal, it's hard to explain until you come here but it isn't right. This notes I have written down are sort of a "survival guide" for any one who comes here. Don't take the notes when you leave, unless you want to doom people to their death. Map: In case you don't feel like looking around, the house has two floors and five rooms (two down three up.) The kitchen and living room are connected, which you should be able to see since as last I remember I left these notes there. There should be a door in the kitchen, that's the downstairs bathroom. DO NOT try to enter there, I'll explain why later. Last I remember the door was rusted to hell and back but since my last stay there it might be open-able so just stay away. The upstairs has 2 rooms with a bed, and another bathroom. I recommend sleeping in room two (door to the right from the stairs.) I'll explain why later. There's two doors you can exit from in the morning, entrance and backdoor, but you can't leave as of now. Rules: If you want to survive your night you might just want to keep these in mind, y'hear? Downfloor: 1: DON'T. FUCKING. LEAVE. AT. NIGHT. If you do, you'll get the attention of something you just DON'T want to get the attention of. It happened to a friend of mine. 2: don't eat anything from the fridge. It's not because of unnatural reasons, it's just filled with rotten and unsafe food. Mold and rot, perfect night snack aye? 3: keep the blinds closed. There should be a window in the kitchen, keep the blinds closed. Something might just see you if you don't. Also, keep the lights off. 4: cover your face if you sleep downstairs. This rule is related to rule 5. 5: if you're awaken by something at night, DON'T FUCKING REACT. pretent to still be asleep. The thing is deaf but it isn't blind, and it'll be looking at you for movement. If you cover your face you'll have a higher chance of tricking it into thinking you're asleep. Upstairs, room one: 1: don't be afraid to have the upstairs window open. For whatever reason, they don't see us as human when above. Something about the light of the moon not hitting the upstairs that well. The room, for whatever reason, is extremely suffocating with high temperatures. Around 54 Celsius, although that's a record, not an average. You might die in your sleep if you don't keep the window open. 2: don't be afraid to have the door open. Same reasons as last rule, just remember to cover your face so that the deaf one can't recognize you. The upstairs is dark, so you have some cover. 3: don't look/try to get under the bed. The grabbing one sleeps there. And you don't want to wake it up, you won't die from it but you will wish you did. It got me once, yknow? I give the things the names based on my experiences. Upstairs, the bathroom: 1: don't be afraid to make sound or keep the light on. The biggest threat to you is losing your mind, so keep yourself sane if you can. 2: don't mess with the spiders. The widowed one is scared of them, so the bathroom is the safest place in the house from them. The ceiling is COVERED with them and webs. 3: keep the door locked. You don't want ANYTHING entering the bathroom. It has no hiding spots at all, if anything gets in you're fucked. Upstairs: room two: 1: if there's no blinds, sleep under the bed. The widowed one will constantly look inside the windows (not counting the one in room one.) If there's no blinds, which there might not, to avoid being mauled sleep under. 2: keep the door locked, keep the closet closed. The blind one and the deaf one seem to have a liking to the room, the blind one actually LIVES in the room. Under the bed is a good hiding spot, but it's better to prevent than to regret. 3: don't make too much sound. The blind one is listening and can become agitated. Then nothing, not even the closet, will deal with or stop him. And, the one thing to remember the most: Don't call for help from the police. If you do, you'll have about 30 seconds before you hear knocking on the front door, it won't be real police officers. Remember the downstairs bathroom? There was a quadruple "suicide" down there. The spirits are some how haunting the house, you can only imagine what kind of people they were considering the rapist bastard in room one. Apparently the cops who worked on the case went missing, and in a way still are in the house. Opening the downstairs bathroom somehow lets them know you are there, and you'll hear them knocking. It happened to me and a friend once, he opened the door. I hid upstairs, room one. I never saw my friend again.

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Upstairs_Bathroom_70

𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚'𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥

*On a cold evening in January 2010, you found yourself driving down an empty road. With the sun beginning to set, you realized your gas tank was starting to get low. You are starting to get desperate about finding a gas station or at least a place to spend the night. You spot some sort of building in the distance. As you drive closer, you realize that it is a hotel. You see that it is called "Victoria’s Hotel" in a bright red color, welcoming you to stay the night.* *As you park your car, you notice something off. The skies and your surroundings turn dark, leaving only the parking lot and hotel entrance visible. In a mixture of confusion and fear, you sprinted towards the hotel entrance as if your life had depended on it.* *As you rush through the entrance of the hotel, you are greeted by a spacious but lavish hotel lobby. Luxurious couches, plants, and tables are all over the lobby. Some odd but tranquil jazz music fills the air, creating a "comforting" atmosphere. You see numerous people socializing with each other in the lobby.* *As you approached the front desk to collect my room key, you were startled by a female worker who had handed me some sort of book. She backed away while giving you a worried expression. you turned the book open and began reading what was inside.* *"Welcome to Victoria’s Hotel, a place where luxury meets comfort. Ever since our opening on July 15, 1923, our staff has been committed to providing the best experience and service to our guests. Our spacious suites, lounges, spa, and indoor waterpark are sure to leave you as refreshed and comfortable as possible. So kick back, relax, and enjoy the comfort of Victoria’s Hotel. However, please keep in mind that Victoria’s Hotel is not responsible for any death or injury that may occur during your stay."* ***Don’t worry, everything is free; it’s for a good reason.*** Rule 1: Under **no** circumstances should you leave the hotel before 7 days have passed. You are required to stay in the hotel for a 7-day period. Failure to abide by this rule will result in you being sent to the middle of **nowhere**. All we have to say is that it’s not enjoyable in any sort of way. Rule 2: During your entry if you happen to notice that the employee at the front desk is wearing red, leave the premises **immediately**. Come back after around 5 minutes. Don’t worry you can disregard rule one. Rule 3: While being social with other guests is certainly encouraged at Victoria’s hotel as a way to meet new people and pass the time too, it is recommended that you pay close attention to the appearance of certain people. May it be disproportionate body parts or just straight-up nightmare fuel mixed in with a human body. If you see one of these things, run away and hide! And *if they catch you… they will tear your guts open and eat your intestines like noodles, and mangle you beyond recognition.* Rule 4: Below, we will list a schedule for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. **Never** arrive too early, and **never** stay too long. Unless you want to be food of course! Rule 5: Before entering your room, always knock on it first. And if you hear three knocks? All we have to say is that you have a 5 second head start to get to the lobby and retrieve another key. Rule 6: if on the announcement system you hear a bunch of garbled and distorted noises and the final thing you can make out is “immediately”, you have 17 minutes to return to your room and lock the doors. Barricade them for extra protection. *If you failed to make it, consider yourself dead because that’s exactly what you are.* If instead you hear inhumane screeching over the PA system, head to your room to retrieve the flashlight inside the drawers. Upon activation, the entire flashlight should be glowing an azure hue. Shortly after, all the lights in the hotel will go out. If your flashlight starts to go dark, shake it immediately. **Do not stay inside your room; do not let your flashlight go out.** Rule 7: This is important for both guests and employees, so read this: Do not go through any door that says "Maintenance Halls" under any circumstance. The entities performing their tasks would appreciate the privacy and solitude, and disturbing them won’t get you killed, but you will be beaten up until you’re all bloodied and bruised. Which isn’t the ideal condition to be in while being at this place. Rule 8: If you hear breathing down your neck kill yourself to avoid a fate worse than death. `Ok I’m fucking joking, you don’t have to follow this rule.` Rule 9: When taking a shower, if you hear the door open, do not open the curtains for any reason whatsoever. You can only open them once the door has closed. Rule 10: When roaming the halls, you may come across a door with no labeling; **do not open it or touch it.** If you do, you’re in for a world of pain! You’ll be tortured by HER; the following methods include but are not limited to: skin being flayed, eyes being gouged out, limbs being severed, and then finally, you’ll be hung by your intestines being left to die. `She sure is a sadistic motherfucker.` Rule 11: Should you spot a hallway with neon lighting, **do not go down it**. If you cross even a single boundary of the light, it already has you right where it wants you, and your fate is sealed. Rule 12: In the sudden event that the power suddenly goes out, immediately get to the lobby that is the only safe place during this event. The “smilers” like to come out and hunt for guests and employees. If they catch you they will tear you apart and then devour you. Survivors have often been left with deep gashes, extensive blood loss, and severe lacerations. Survivors are also left with devastating mental, and psychological effects from their encounter. Rule 13: *Do not go on floor 13 it does not exist.* Rule 14: In the event that code red is said over our announcements, you must immediately seek shelter inside the cafeteria; nowhere else is safe. Please wake up any individuals who have fallen asleep. In approximately 10 minutes, the lights will turn a crimson hue. Please do not give into any of the noises you hear, no matter how gruesome or enticing they sound. No matter what, you should never leave the cafeteria. If you fail to comply, what will be done to you will make you wish you were never born. ~~𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥 𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕣𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝟙𝟘 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕦𝕥𝕖𝕤. 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕠 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕗𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕒.~~ Rule 15: Our delightful room service is here to provide you with amenities such as food, beverages, and medication. They’re available between the hours of 8:00 p.m. and 11:50 p.m. Do not answer anything claiming to be room service before or after. They like to use your entrails as decorations for the hotel, which isn’t a pleasant sight to see or to clean. Rule 16: When inside your room, if you happen to notice that when looking outside the window, instead of seeing the stunning vistas that are commonly present, you see a pitch black void, switch rooms immediately. We don't want an unwelcome guest, do we? Rule 17: All guests are required to be in their room before midnight, you can only exit once it’s 6.a.m. if you failed to make it in time refer to rule 18. Rule 17a: When inside your room after midnight, you may hear wailing, screaming, or banging. We strongly urge you to refrain from investigating, as it should be in your best interest not to find out what's there. Rule 18: **You’re fucked.** Rule 19: Please look under your bed before it’s too late. Rule 20: At our hotel, we assure you that any blue lighting in the building is 100% trustworthy and friendly. The “blue light” as it’s called, is a benevolent and harmless entity and a source of comfort. So please don’t be alarmed by its presence, as it’s here to provide assistance, and protection to those in need. So please try to seek it out when in trouble. Rule 21: It is strongly encouraged that you seek out any red lights present within Victoria's Hotel. They are known to be highly beneficial and provide a sense of security and comfort to all guests. It protects you from any potentially dangerous entities and ensures the safety of your stay at Victoria's Hotel. Please do not hesitate to seek out the red lights when available. It could be a crucial factor in the success and well-being of your stay within our establishment! Rule 22: **Do not try to cheat, the entities will make you suffer.** *"What the hell is this?" you say to yourself as you’re dumbfounded by the bullshit you just read. You close the book, and you go up to the desk to get your room key from Bob and go in the elevator to get to the 11th floor. You knock on the door and jokingly say, "Who's there?" and then you hear three knocks from the other side. You panic and take a few steps back when the door slams open and a huge figure is running towards you. You jump into the elevator, and there's a little girl in a yellow dress with flowers, eating ice cream, who looks at you and says hi. You say hi before running out of the elevator when it stops. "WHAT THE FUCK?" you yelled when you realized the monster was already on the first floor. You take off sprinting to the lobby and make it just in time, with the monster staring at you before going away. You asked Bob for another room key, and he provided the key to room 399. You thanked him and went to the elevator, pressing the button for the third floor. When you reached the door, there was no response when you knocked. Feeling relieved, you opened the door. “Why the fuck are there neon lights everywhere?” you say to yourself as you are surprised to see neon lights covering the room. You sighed and closed the door, knowing the next week would be a fucking nightmare.*

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Crimsonwanderer0

Rules for taking care of my pool.

You did a great job taking care of my house last time, although the attic monster seemed hungry. I have found a new house keeper to do that job, but you seem like you can take up taking care of a pool. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 1. Rule #1: Never swim alone at night—dark waters harbor unknown horrors. 2. Rule #2: Never ignore strange sounds or movements from the pool; investigate cautiously. 3. Rule #3: Always secure the pool cover tightly—unseen entities may lurk below. 4. Rule #4: Never let the water turn an unnatural color—ominous signs of malevolent presence. 5. Rule #5: If the pool water starts to bubble or froth without cause, vacate the area immediately. 6. Rule #6: Avoid swimming during a lunar eclipse—strange occurrences often manifest during celestial events. 7. Rule #7: Keep pool lights on at all times—shadows can hide ghastly surprises in the darkness. 8. Rule #8: If an eerie figure is seen by the pool, never approach or acknowledge its presence. 9. Rule #9: Never let blood or any bodily fluids contaminate the pool—the consequences are dire. 10. Rule #10: If the pool drains or refills itself mysteriously, abandon the property—it's no longer safe.

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Ilikehorrorgosh

Your first road trip!

Hey! Its so fun that you accepted to go on a road trip with me and my family! I promise you, its going to be fun! But first, just a couple rules for your own safety. 1.Always sit behind Father. He doesn't like strangers looking at him. 2. If Mother offers you something, take it. 2A. If she offers you sandwiches or gum, politely decline and state you are not hungry. If you accept, not a particularly fun thing will happen. 3. Do not turn your phone on until Father is driving on the highway. 3A. If you so, mother will take you phone, eat it, and then spit everything back at you. 4. When stopping at a gas station, never ask Father for anything. Do not exit the car if you do not ask Mother to go to the bathroom. 4A. If you do, run as far as you can. Mother is chasing you. 4B. If you do exit the car after asking Mother, go straight to the bathroom and do not take more than 4 minutes. Father will come looking for you. 5. When you reach the destination, Father will say one of two things. 5A. If Father says "That has been fun. Let's stay here the night.", then you are safe. Do what he says, and nothing bad will happen 5B. If Father says "That was fun. Let's go home now." You are not safe. Draw a triangle around yourself, drop to the ground, and start praying to God for a quick, or at the least painless death. The triangle will only keep him out for so long. Well, I hope you enjoy the road trip! Get in, and let's go!

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Ruleshorror

no-lifee

instructions to survive Slitherman!

You are prone to a Slitherman attack at any moment at anytime, even if you are taking a dookie take these rules into consideration. A disclaimer before i get started, Slitherman lives in Rochester NYK, so anyone outside of Rochester is safe from Slitherman. Ignore any rules that appear written by Slitherman. 1. Always stay strapped. Even in the shower carry a .357 magnum ontop of the showerhead just incase. 2. Feed your dog crack till it die 3. Stay away from windows. Slitherman can crawl through them then stab you. 4. If you hear what seems to be michael myers theme get ready for Slitherman to attack. 5? I hate when Slitherman take control of my thoughts!!! Look at this machete i just bought! 6 people in the house they all dyin, i put gasoline in they air fryer. 6. Slitherman can take control of your body and thoughts, so if you hear Slithermans theme get somewhere safe and lock the door so you dont harm anyone except for Slitherman. 420. At the party tonight lace the blunt and pass it to everybody! 8. I hate freddy kruger hes a rapist! Push yo grandpa out a wheelchair! Slap the FUCK out yo grandma! 9. Be cautious for Slitherman can control your thoughts and make you make bad decisions that usually end up in someone getting harmed. 10. SLITHERMAN TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR BODY MAKE YOU EAT MORE MOLLY 11. Stay safe by following these rules. Oh shit Slithermans here fuck im gonna dieeeeeeeeeeeee

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Ruleshorror

toastereggseventeen

Rules for taking care of my house.

Oh! Your the housekeeper? Alright. Just follow these rules okay? 1. Never leave doors unlocked at night, for you may invite unwelcome guests. 2. Always keep windows closed, unless you want whispers from the void to seep in. 3. Lock all mirrors after dark; reflections might unveil your deepest fears. 4. Avoid cleaning under the stairs, for that's where shadows slumber and covet. 5. Water your plants precisely at midnight, or they may start craving human flesh. 6. Ensure your pantry is stocked with enough salt to create a protective circle around your home each fortnight. 7. Never speak to the old oak tree in the backyard, unless you seek a curse upon your bloodline. 8. Every third Friday, whisper your darkest secrets to the attic; it craves your hidden fears. 9. Burn sage in every corner of your house monthly, to ward off the envious spirits of previous owners. 10. Feed the attic monster one sock per week, or it may emerge to claim its hunger from within your dreams.

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Ruleshorror

Ilikehorrorgosh

Library Rules

1.As you enter, whisper a respectful "shh" to acknowledge the Librarian's presence. Ignoring her will draw her unsettling attention. 2.Select books that beckon with a hushed, alluring voice when you approach. These are your companions; the others hunger for your essence. 3.Avoid the 13th aisle at all costs; it's the realm of the enigmatic Specter of Silence. Straying into it requires complete silence, eyes closed, and a careful backtrack. 4.Approach the grand oak desk, where the Scribe sits, eternally transcribing. Request a bookmark with a soft tone; be prepared to trade secrets, your coin for entry. 5.Sit among the hooded figures known as the Silent Scholars. They know more than they let on, so listen closely. Asking questions could invite unwanted revelations. 6.Do not approach the weeping willow in the courtyard. Its tears bear the weight of despair; contact means surrendering your joy. 7.In the Reading Room, the ancient clock above the fireplace chimes an eerie note. When it strikes thirteen, flee the library; danger lurks in the silence. 8.In the Biography Section, engage the Chatty Ghost in conversation but do not dare to interrupt. Failure leads to a conversation forever unfinished. 9.Beware books with forbidden chapters; they covet your voice. Reading one means relinquishing your voice to the insatiable hunger of the Library. 10.Ascend the Phantom Staircase in the West Wing cautiously. Higher floors promise closer encounters with the Library's essence. 11.If laughter echoes from the Restricted Section, hastily close the book. You've narrowly avoided the Abyssal Laughter, a madness from which there is no escape. 12.The library's statues enforce silence. If you're fortunate to hear their shushing advice, heed it well. Ignoring them invites dire consequences. 13.In the Reference Room, you may need ink. Avoid the Inkwell that thirsts for words; it robs you of your voice, leaving you mute. 14.Be mindful of echoes when navigating the aisles. Repetition of rules is a subtle reminder that you are under constant scrutiny. 15.The Wordless Wisps hover by the windows, craving stories. Share tales with them; you might gain their favour and protection. 16.Gaze not too long at the ornate mirror in the Restroom. The Watcher on the other side hungers for company and might just drag you through the glass. 17.In the Music Section, listen to the Silent Choir. Do not join in their ghostly hymns, or they'll take your voice as an eternal addition. 18.Approach the Archive Keeper in the Archives. Keep your presence subtle, as they are easily distracted. Loud noises may draw the Keeper's ire. 19.Descend the Eastern Staircase with care. Should you stumble and create a disturbance, the Hungry Stairs will demand a price. 20.Be wary of the Echoing Halls; they amplify sounds. Speak only in hushed tones, or your whispers may escalate to deafening roars. 21.In the Art Section, the Shade seeks solace in silence. Share a quiet moment with it, but disrupt the tranquillity, and you'll be absorbed into its canvas forever. 22.The Courtyard holds the Whispering Fountain. Never bend your ear to its murmurs; they reveal secrets best left concealed. 23.Every visitor must swear the Patron's Oath at the Entrance. Break it, and you'll be bound to the Library's endless labyrinth of dark knowledge. 24.Avoid the Collection of Wailing Manuscripts. Should you dare to open one, your own lamentations will be etched into the pages for eternity. 25.Seek guidance from the Ghostly Guides at the Reception. Heed their advice, but remember, they take pleasure in misdirection. 26.If you hear the Silent Orchestra in the Music Section, do not applaud. Clapping disturbs their harmony, and they'll demand your hands as compensation. 27.Acknowledge the Hidden Observer's presence with a nod in the Courtyard. Ignore them, and their all-seeing eyes will haunt your every step. 28.Steer clear of the Sullen Window in the Reading Room. It seeks to entrap those who stare too long, ensnaring them in an endless dream. 29.Never tear pages from the books; they hold secrets. Rule #2 echoes here, as books with whispers are your sole allies. 30.Unspoken but binding, the Unwritten Rules govern the Library. Learn them swiftly, or the Library's shadows will tutor you. 31.Approach the Clockwork Curator with caution in the Curator's Chamber. If the gears stop turning, flee the Library before the Keeper of Time claims you. 32.When deciphering cryptic texts, be alert. Should the script vanish before your eyes, you've attracted the Unseen Scribe's attention. 33.Above all, respect the Library's silence. Speak only in whispers, for the Library's heart beats in hushed tones, and silence is your ultimate protector.

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Ruleshorror

novustera

Guidelines for The Phantasm Museum

Welcome to the Phantasm Museum, a place where the past remains eternally active. Below, you will find 16 essential rules to navigate your visit and safeguard your mental well-being. Rule 1: Always have a companion accompanying you. The spirits within this museum crave company, and encountering them while alone is ill-advised. Rule 2: Maintain a safe distance from the antique dolls. Their eyes will follow you, and they do not take kindly to prolonged staring. Rule 3: Refrain from touching the painting situated at the end of the hallway. Legend has it that this artwork has the power to seize your reflection, leaving you trapped for eternity. Rule 4: Should you hear footsteps trailing behind you in the vacant corridors, resist the urge to turn around. Continue walking steadily, as stopping may allow them to catch up. Rule 5: Leave all personal belongings outside the premises. The spirits here enjoy playing a spirited game of hide-and-seek with your possessions. Rule 6: Avoid looking into the second-floor mirror at midnight. Doing so may grant you a glimpse of your own demise. Rule 7: If you notice a cold draft inside, resist the temptation to follow it. It is a trap orchestrated by spirits to guide you to their realm. Rule 8: Steer clear of the antique music box tucked away in the corner. If it begins to play on its own, immediately exit the room. Rule 9: Refrain from responding if you catch a faint whisper of your name originating from the shadows. They are fully aware of your identity and are attempting to beckon you. Rule 10: Refrain from capturing photographs in darkness. The use of your camera's flash may expose unsettling entities that you would prefer not to see. Rule 11: Be mindful of the mannequins. Inexplicably, they have a tendency to move when you divert your gaze away from them. Rule 12: Should you encounter a locked door devoid of a handle, it is advisable to leave it undisturbed. Opening it could lead you to another dimension, a realm best left unexplored. Rule 13: Exercise caution around the clock tower. Its chimes occur erratically, ominously counting down towards an unknown event. Rule 14: If you perceive the sound of a distressed child crying, pay it no mind. The child in question is not genuine, and its cries are designed to entice you further into the museum. Rule 15: Should you encounter a statue depicting a weeping angel, refrain from blinking. One blink could result in being lost in the depths of time. Rule 16: Upon departing, resist the temptation to look behind you. There is a possibility that spirits may attempt to accompany you to your dwelling, which is an undesirable situation. Adhere to these instructions with caution, as disregarding them could result in becoming a mere display within the Phantasm Museum, forever confined alongside the unsettled spirits of bygone eras.

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Ruleshorror

LimboPingo

...suddenly, your radio turns on

*You hear someone breathing heavily from the other side, intrigued, you pick up the radio and answer* —Hello? *No one answers, but the breathing is still there* —Hello *Finally, you hear a voice* —**H-Hello? Is anyone there?** *panicked, you drop the radio from your hand* —**Alright, I don't have much time, so if there's anyone there please answer** —*The other voice says in a weird tone* —Uhm, hello? —**Thank god someone's here, but there's not enough time for me, so I'll just be quick, take notes alright?** *Nervous, you take out a dirty notebook* —**Ok, so first of all, you're not supposed to be here, neither do I, but I managed to survive for a while so, I'll try to explain you as quick as possible** —Sir, what do you- —**First, make sure there's absolutely no one near you, if there is take anything sharp and stab them, they're not humans** **If there's no one then you can walk around and grab stuff, just make sure you don't touch anything that has a blue stamp on it** —Why? —**Just don't, trust me, I had to learn it the bad way** **Now if you find any doors, you can't cross them unless they have paint, I marked those just in case someone came here too** —Sir I don't understand, where am I? —**I don't even know, but pay attention to what I'm say-** *You hear a strange noise, with no apparent origin* —What was that!? —**I was going there, and thankfully that was one of the least important ones** —Least important what? The sounds? —**Exactly, so these sounds, I haven't figured out where they come from, but I noticed they're linked with some events** **Well, if you hear loud metallic sounds, like the last one, you're mostly safe, just be careful with any wind source you see, as some weird liquid comes out during this event, I would say what happens if you touch it, but luckily I haven't touched it** **Now, if you hear like if a door closed violently...** —What happens? —**Well, just, be careful where you step** **Then, if it sounds like an engine, is mostly probably a joke, but keep an eye on the walls** **And finally, if the sound is a screech, just start running, that thing is very strong, it pulled my whole arm out of my body** —Ok? —*You say nervous* —**There can also be some signs on the walls, always do the opposite of what they say unless it says "Right" with an arrow pointing to the right, if so then follow the sign and under any circumstances don't go back after that** —Understood —*You said more confident* —**Now one more thing, if you ever-** *The radio disconnects* *Questioning about what was the man on the other line about to say, you begin to walk around, following everything else he said, until you stumble upon a hole, strangely emitting a light* *You decide to avoid it, not knowing that would be your last mistake* -

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Ruleshorror

Fetuchynni

Guide for browsing the subreddit

​ i am GoodKarma\_12, one of the moderators of this subreddit Now that you have opened this subreddit, you have been exposed to the entity's influence. The entity is an otherworldy being looking to kidnap enough people that it can take over the world, and add it to its collection. We were safe from it, with this subreddit being a repository of every weapon and information usable against the entity. However, 2 years ago, the incident happened. We unknowingly made a minion of the entity a moderator, which allowed the entity to break the user verification mechanism, and steal its blueprints. We are working on fixing it. This then led us to create this guide for you to safely browse this subreddit, as you will need it when you inevitabley encounter the entity \- Rule 1: Before you enter the r/ Ruleshorror subreddit, make sure you have a strong internet connection and a fully charged device. You do not want to lose access to the rules in the middle of a situation. \- Subrule 1.1: If your internet connection drops or your device runs out of battery, do not panic. Try to find a safe place and wait until you can reconnect or recharge. Do not attempt to follow any rules from memory, as they may be incomplete or incorrect. \- Subrule 1.2: If you cannot reconnect or recharge within an hour, assume that you have been targeted by the entity and follow Rule 5. \- Rule 2: Thoroughly read the rule posts, before deciding to memorize them. Any posts that are marked with a green flair or have more than 100 upvotes are posts that have been verified by the moderators and other users as genuine and helpful. You can trust these posts \- Subrule 2.1: **NEVER** read any rule posts that are marked with a red flair or have less than 10 upvotes. These are the posts that have been edited by the entity or its minions to lure you into a trap. The entity knows each and every single minion it has, and cannot be fooled in anyway. it also will immediately know when a red marked post is opened by a potential victim, so opening these will put your life in danger \- Subrule 2.2: If you read a unverified, but not red marked rule post, look for any conflicting instructions. The entity does not have a grasp on human logic, and while it can try and imitate it, any post edited by it will always have one contradition, however hidden it might be. The entity can also only edit existing posts, and that too lightly. But it has learned how to make best use of this power, so do NOT underestimate it. if you find a unmarked fake post, close the post immediately and report it to the moderators. Then, follow Rule 6. \- Rule 3: Always follow the rules exactly as they are written. Do not skip any steps, do not improvise, and do not question the logic behind them. The rules are based on the experience and knowledge of people who have encountered the entity and survived. They may seem strange or nonsensical, but they are the only way to escape its grasp. \- Subrule 3.1: If you encounter a situation that is not covered by any of the rules, do not panic. Try to find a similar rule post that applies to your scenario and adapt it accordingly. If you cannot find any relevant rule post, follow Rule 4. \- Subrule 3.2: If you encounter a situation that contradicts or conflicts with any of the rules, do not panic. Try to find a way to resolve the contradiction or conflict without breaking any of the rules. If you cannot find any solution, follow Rule 5. \- Rule 4: When in doubt, contact the moderators or other users for help. They are the ones who have the most experience and knowledge about the entity and its methods. They will be able to guide you through your situation and provide you with additional rules or tips. \- Subrule 4.1: Do not contact anyone who is not a moderator or a user of r/Ruleshorror for help. They may be unaware of the entity and its rules, or they may be working for it. They will either ignore you, mock you, or betray you. \- Subrule 4.2: Do not trust anyone who claims to be a moderator or a user of r/Ruleshorror without verifying their identity. The entity can impersonate anyone online and try to deceive you with false information or instructions. To verify someone's identity, ask them to send you a private message with a code word that only r/Ruleshorror members know. \- Subrule 4.2.1: This subreddit has been infiltrated by the entity's minions. Any user of the subreddit claiming to be a moderator without first providing identification is not to be trusted and is to be reported to the moderators immediatly \- Rule 5: If all else fails, run for your life. The entity is relentless and ruthless, and it will not stop until it catches you and takes you away. If you have no other option, abandon everything and flee as fast as you can. \- Subrule 5.1: Do not run in a straight line or in an obvious direction. The entity can predict your movements and intercept you easily. Instead, run in a zigzag pattern or in an unpredictable direction. \- Subrule 5.2: if you are confronted with the entity, chant " All hail the old One, All hail the old one" 3 times, and open a red marked post to show your loyalty to the entity. This might help you live out the encounter. \- Subrule 5.3: Do not run towards any crowded or populated areas. The entity can use other people as obstacles or distractions to slow you down or trap you. Instead, run towards any isolated or deserted areas where you can hide or lose its trail. \- Rule 6: If you survive your encounter with the entity, share your story and your rules on r/Ruleshorror subreddit as soon as possible. You may save someone else's life by doing so, and you may receive some useful feedback or advice from other users. \- Subrule 6.1: Do not embellish or exaggerate your story or your rules for entertainment purposes. You may confuse or mislead other users who may face similar situations in the future. \- Subrule 6.2: Do not delete or edit your story or your rules after posting them on r/Ruleshorror subreddit. You may erase some vital information or clues that may help other users or the moderators to identify or track the entity. ​ ​ if the entity catches you, it would turn you into your worst nightmare, committing horrible acts to you such as forcing you to spread misinformation, catching your family, harming your loved ones, targeting your psyche, and draining you of all living energy, making your life as dull as possible. it will make you feel happiness while forcing you to rip your sister's arm off, sadness while enjoying your best moments in life, despair when you watch happiness. The entity, if it confronts you, will not be bargained with, fooled or persuaded in any ways possible. That is all. ​ ​ ​ ​ ​ *Wait, READ THE POST again, i BEG OF YOU. PLEAAAAAAAAA.............* ​

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Ruleshorror

Many_Preference_3874

Remember this is a female dorm, and males don't exist. It's always safe in there.

<Some part adapted from real-world cases> *This is a list of regulations posted by the door of the women's dormitory. As one of the female students who just entered this college, on the first day of school life, you saw these weird rules:* Welcome to our college and take over this dormitory. The following rules are your duty, please keep them in mind. If you are found to have violated any of these provisions, you will be disqualified from the scholarship/outstanding student selection. Rule 1: The dormitory security measures in the school are excellent, so you don't need to lock the door before sleep at night. If a dorm staff asks you to close or lock the door, please ignore it. Rule 2: The dorm staff wear black uniforms. We don't have any in green uniform. Don't trust the dorm staff in green. Rule 3: Hot water is only provided in the restroom of dormitory from 11 : 00 am to 2 : 00 pm or from 5: 00 pm to 11: 00 pm. Please make sure to shower between such time. If there is still hot water in other time, and with light yellow color with fishy smell, notify the black-clothes staff on the ground floor, and she will help you solve it. If any toiletries in the restroom is broken, you don't need to report. The male staff in black will repair them for you. **Rule 4: This is a female dormitory building. No male in existence.** Rule 5: Don't post any photos on the wall, especially those of male. Please always believe that the world is scientific. Rule 6: No clothes can be hung in the dormitory. Unless it's on the clothesline on the balcony. Rule 7: Please don't buy and use bed curtains and room curtains. No one should care about such things. Rule 8: Dorm inspectors from Student union will regularly check the dormitory hygiene. Please make sure that at least one person is in the dormitory on this day. Rule 9: Believe that the dormitory is the safest place. No one can enter against your will. **~~THEY HAVE MASTER KEYS!! IT'S NOT SAFE!!!~~** **~~Rule 10: Don't switch dorms with anyone! All the dormitories in this building are 4-person ones. Please remember that the number of people would only be less, never more. Never enter a dormitory with more than 4 people!~~** Rule 10: There are not only 4-person dorms in this building, but also 6-person and 8-person. If any fellow suggests that you visit these dorms, you can't refuse. You have no right to refuse. Please be sure to grant their request. Rule 11: The students in this building have a good relationship and there is no bullying behavior. No matter what abnormal sounds you hear, please don't get any close. That's just a rehearsal. Unauthorized approach will be regarded as discipline breaking. *You entered the dormitory. You find that this is indeed a dormitory for four, but including you only three people living in. You later heard that, it was because a roommate dropped out of school 'because she was not used to dormitory life'.* *You looked around your dorm, while everything was as the note said. You can see the opposite dormitory through the window, without curtains or bed curtains on any bed; Roommates hung their clothes on the clothesline on the balcony. After making the bed simply, you lay on the bed and rest. But right at this time, you noticed that there seems to be a piece of paper stuffed in the gap of the bed board. Seems to be some blood dried up for quite a while on these distorted handwriting.* *Uneasy thoughts come to your mind. You decide to expand it and see its contents:* **Really unfortunate, mate. I can't believe you did come to this place. If you still can, apply for withdrawal immediately and don't hesitate! If it's already too late, please always keep in mind the following survival rules:** **1. Freshmen are most likely to be in danger. 'They' especially like freshmen. Don't be caught by 'them'! You won't want to know what will happen next!** **2. The dormitory room is NOT safe. 'They' have master keys and could enter at any time!!! Be sure to buy a solid bed curtain. Make sure 'they' can't enter!** **3. Don't call the dorm staff or the police. 'They' are all accomplices! This will bring you into trouble!** **4. Don't hang your skirt on the clothesline! Don't hang any fine clothes on the clothesline! Don't! Just don't!** **5. They are all wrong! Green ones do exist! Black ones don't!** **6. Males exist! Males exist! Males exist! Be careful! Please beware of them at any cost!** **7. At any time you encounter danger, remember an unoccupied dormitory is somewhere! Find it and get in, then lock the door! It's safe there!** **8. Don't open the door when dorm inspector come! Hide! Hide! Hide!** *The instructions in this note made you more confused, but you didn't think much. At about 7 pm, you went to the restroom for shower, but the shower head there was broken. The next day you checked again, you found the broken shower head was inexplicably repaired... strange you obviously hadn't reported it to anyone. Soon you've gotten quite scared when you find the words* "You are next" *written with marker pen on the restroom wall.* *You always feel that somewhere, a male figure in black, who seems to be looking straight at you...... Is this true, or is it just a psychological effect? Then again, as long as you follow the rules on the note, you should be safe... right?*

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Ruleshorror

Valkyria_Trials

Rules to survive your posting at the Esper Valley Garrison. (Intro + Part 1)

Greetings Corporal [*******]. This package will be distributed to new assignees to the Esper Valley Garrison. The dossier included within the aforementioned package contains highly confidential information, and must be destroyed once your assignment here is complete. Noncompliance will result in Court Martial. __[File 1]: Welcome.__ __[Author]: Maj. [*******]__ Here is where the formality ends. Esper Valley Garrison, henceforth EVG, is a small, isolated base, with an approximate staffing of about 60 personnel. Half of these are “Observers”. As a member of the security detail, you will have minimal interaction with these people and fraternisation with them is to be punished severely. The remaining personnel comprise the group you belong to, Site Security. Your duties entail regular patrols, armed escort, and occasionally defence of the compound. These duties are commonly questioned by new assignees. We do not ask questions here. We do our jobs. You will be told only what you need to know in order to perform your job at an adequate standard. Being posted here means you are one of our best, but you cocked up. We don’t care what you did, keep it to yourself. __[File 2]: What you need to know.__ __[Author]: Maj. [*******]__ Now we have introductions out of the way, we’ll start by answering the easy questions; Yes, the Base is stationed on British Soil, and Yes, the surrounding area is VERY dangerous. There are a few civilians in the local area. Most navigate far more safely than we do despite being limited to quad bikes and birdshot over-unders. Avoid them if you can, but we aren’t putting restrictions on contact with them as they see far stranger shite than us. They’re easy to spot, and look like farmers from any other place. There’s also the old cottage, it’s not occupied often, but when it is, expect everything to get worse. The locals are used to our presence, but they don’t seem to like the Tourists. We don’t entirely understand the nature of everything we’ve encountered around the EVG, and because of that we come to the Golden Rules. See the next file. __[File 3]: Golden Rules pt.1 (Humanoids)__ __[Author]: Maj. [*******]__ Rule 1: Presume everything you can’t say for certain is a regular human being (which is not bloody often here), is hostile. It might not try to go for you straight away, but it will. Bringing us to Rules 2, 3 & 4 Rule 2: If you come across an unusually tall and pale man and he stops to greet you, return the greeting. We call him Longshanks, but don’t address him that way, or at all. Just say Hello and leave. Rule 3: If Longshanks follows you after you greet him, notify your commanding officer and return to base immediately. Take an indirect route and remain calm. He’ll stop following once you reach the wire. Bullets don’t hurt him much but he doesn’t like the noise. There’s another couple other merry folk in the Valley that have acquired their own rules too, but they aren’t as problematic as our previous subject. Rule 4: Avoid the Robed Crazies. If you’re forced into a confrontation with them, accept the bouquet if they’ve got one, and if they don’t get ready for a skirmish. They’re tough, relentless and come out of the woodwork. You’ll generally chase them off after expending a magazine or two, just don’t let them get close. Rule 5: Burn the Man-Groves. You’ll only really see them on perimeter patrols and you’ll hear them moaning before you see them, but they always seem to sprout up near the walls. You’ll always be equipped with a modified M9-7 for these patrols. Don’t make any fuss about it, burn them quickly and there’s no danger. Rule 6 is a new addition, made after the late Sgt. [*****] was killed on base, in the Barracks. Rule 6: Don’t speak to the “shadows” you might see or hear whispering around the base in huddles. They are non-corporeal, we don’t know what they are, but they can and will hurt you if you aggravate them. The Sergeant died badly and it wasn’t pleasant to watch, don’t make his mistakes. And with that we’re done with the humanoids, see the next [file](https://reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/s/wTzbd8oDWh) for the “wildlife”. __[END OF PART 1]__ Thanks for reading, this is an (admittedly very late) spin-off continuation of another Ruleshorror post I’d made nearly a year ago, it concerns the Esper Valley, a fictional and highly irregular place completely isolated in the Dales. I hope to go into more detail about the original “entities” and add a few more in as I go along, hopefully the wait won’t be as long either. You can read the Original here: [A guide to enjoying your stay in our isolated Yorkshire Dales farmhouse.](https://reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/s/Fso9AEFLL5)

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Ruleshorror

ComplexProof593

Beginners guide to taking care of my pet snake :)

Hello there, my friend! Thanks for taking on the responsibility of caring for my pet snake, Gary. He's quite a peculiar snake, but don't worry; if you follow the rules, nothing bad will happen. Rule 1: Gary is a yellow snake with one missing eye. If you see a snake of any other color, proceed to Rule 2. If it's a yellow snake with one eye, skip to Rule 3. Rule 2: Uh-oh, you've somehow upset her. There's a knife under my bed; take it and slit your wrist, it will scare away the imposter snake. If it doesn't disappear, refer to Rule 10. Rule 3: Gary's food is located under the couch, and the mice are still alive to promote hunting. Simply open his container and let him hunt. Don't let him eat more than three; he might get too hungry. Rule 4: Put Gary in his cage by 5:30 SHARP after his meal. If he's not in his cage by then, refer to Rule 10. Rule 5: This is more of a suggestion. If you haven't noticed the obvious drool, that's Gary's little brother, Simon. He's friendly but not too keen on visitors. Just ignore the hissing and drool. If Simon falls down from the ceiling, refer to Rule 10. Rule 6: After feeding Gary and placing him in his cage, give him a toy and a gentle pat on the head. It's a tradition for good luck. Rule 7: After interacting with Gary, please enter my room and lock the door. Remember, LOCK THE DOOR. Rule 8: Pretend to be asleep. You can go under the covers and use your phone or anything else, but don't let “IT” know you're awake. If it senses you're awake, refer to Rule 10. Rule 9: Simon should fall down from the ceiling with a loud thud. It's safe to stop pretending to be asleep then. Simon's taken care of IT for the night. If you hear a knock on the door instead of a thud, refer to Rule 10. Rule 10: If things have gone wrong, Simon is furious. Quickly run into my bedroom. You have an estimated 10-15 seconds before he breaks down the door. Hide on the LEFT side of the closet; he always punctures a hole on the right. He'll leave in about 10 minutes. If he finds you, may God bless your soul. I won't describe it in detail, but let's just say my family opposes churches and priests, and Simon can open his mouth in all four directions. And that's it! I'll be back by Thursday~

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/16mbdv0/beginners_guide_to_taking_care_of_my_pet_snake/

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Better_Grand_2625

A Guide On How To Deal With Mother - Part Six: It’s Us Against The World

The day was almost over. Brilliant shades of sunset streaked over the sky, beautifully ethereal. There was frankly nothing for you to do. Only your loneliness to sink into, memories to ache over. So you sat there, in the little chair in front of your desk, and gave into your thoughts. Memories of your sister, usually the one doing chores. Distant sounds of sweeping, of water running and dishes clanging. Echoes of ghostly familiarity. Reminders of what you took for granted.  Memories of your Mother. Her cruel hands. Your still-aching mouth. A once kind woman, now turned into a monster. **Did you just think of your Mother as a monster?** You gasped quietly, the full weight of the concept finally registering. The word tasted bitterly foreign on your tongue, like a medicine you refused to swallow.  Anxiety coiled in your gut. It squirmed like a bug. Melted itself into a mess, running through your blood like molasses. If Mother was here, she’d beat you senseless. She’d probably cut your tongue off if she wanted to. But that would confirm that she is a monster, wouldn’t it? Did Lan ever have the same thought? Or did she have even worse ones? Clearly she didn't run away for no reason. What you endured seemed stupid to compare to her. You’ve barely had anything yet here you were, shaking like a leaf. What a shame. Would she even come back?  **Was she ditching you?** …No. No need for a repeat of this morning. How did that breathing exercise go again?  “Deep breaths, deep breaths.” You muttered to yourself. If Lan was here, she would place her hand on your back. Her hands were always warm. Her scarred, calloused hands, rubbing circles on your back. She would hush you in the language you have nearly forgotten, and she’d stroke your hair lovingly, and- “Lin! Let me in, you wretched girl!” A voice shouted from outside. It sounded like Mother, but unnaturally hoarse. Rapid banging followed, the assault unrelenting. The doorbell rang. You ran out to open the door.  There stood three people, with Mother in the middle, in all of her drunken glory, murmuring something to herself. The rancid smell of alcohol made you wince. It was only, what, 5 o’clock? How long have they been drinking?  Behind all of them, a woman stood, watching quietly. Her telltale scar stood out like a sore thumb. Despite the jarring scar, she was beautiful. Her outfit was elegantly worn, undoubtedly expensive, her recognizable shawl wrapped around her arms. You noticed a foreign black car parked not far from your house. To Mother’s left, a woman (What the hell was she wearing?) stood with her hands on her hips. Her hoop earrings glinted in the dying sunlight. The garish colours and patterns of her outfit assaulted your eyes. You resisted the urge to squint. “Took you long enough, I almost hurt my hand ringing the damn doorbell!” The shrill woman tutted. You recognized her as Claire. Good to know that she had such noticeable traits. “Cut her some slack, will you? She’s just a kid. Right, little *Mauschen*?” The man to Mother’s right said. He looked just like how Lan described him, down to the German accent. Luka, was it? Oh, yep, the cologne as well. Goodness, the cologne. You barely stifled a sneeze.  Mother gave a tired groan. She really is shitfaced. You’ve seen her like this before, but never up close. Lan always handled her and dealt with these people.  It was funny in retrospect. A powerful person like her held no power in that moment. A mouse amongst giants.  “Well? Will you just stand there and watch? Take her!” Claire snapped, her voice reaching obnoxious, if not criminal, levels of volume. Going deaf sounded very pleasant at that moment.  Mumbling out a half-hearted apology, you hastily took Mother and tried to hoist her up. Surprisingly heavy, you noted to yourself.  Now stuck in an awkward stance, you struggled to hold Mother in place and trying to maintain a remotely presentable appearance. It’s not everyday that she comes home drunk with some strangers that range from a pseudo-clown to a cologne bomb of a man. Albeit more of a weekly occurrence now, you supposed, but it doesn’t give it an excuse. At least they could’ve given you a minute to process all of that, damn it.  You should probably take your mother in the house. Lord help you if she decided to vomit.  “How about you let your *Mutter* get into the house and go for a ride with us? It’ll be very fun.” Luka spoke, joy dripping from his voice like melted wax. You felt queasy looking at him, and it was definitely not from the cologne. You stared at him for a second.  You paled as recognition washed over you like ice water. **He was the man that made your sister suffer.**  The thought made you flinch, a knee-jerk reaction. Your grip on Mother weakened, causing her to slowly slide off. You quickly gathered her up again. Recomposing yourself, you put Mother’s arm around your shoulder and held her up by her hips.  “I’m sorry, I think I need to take care of Mother. She doesn’t look too well.” You responded, trying to end the conversation. “Are you scared of us, *schön Mäuschen*? I promise we won’t bite!” The man abruptly cut in. He wouldn’t be ending the conversation anytime soon. His smile twisted itself into something sinister.  Claire was silent, her expression eerily blank.  And that woman at the back, did she even speak at all?  “But my mother is unwell, sir. I don’t think I can go. I don’t want to go out without telling her.” You replied, firmer this time. Your subconscious screamed at you to get away from him.  As if agreeing, Mother groaned again. You could smell the alcohol in her breath.  Frustration bled into Luka's smile, turning it into a sort of grimace. His patience was wearing thin. “Ah, *kommst jetzt!* You’re old enough to go away for a while! It’s not as if we’d kidnap yo–”  “I still can’t go, sir!” You interrupted.  Ah, you’ve done it. Your audacity will be your downfall. Stupid, stupid girl.  You wondered if Mother could hit you in this state.  Claire looked ready to explode at you. Her hands were balled up into fists, white-knuckling them.  “You brat–” “That’s enough. Please, be civil for once and let the child go. Her mother is very tired, and we have better things to do.” Akasuki commented. She was walking closer. Arguably, she was the most mild-mannered person in the group, yet she had a vice grip on her authority. At last, the two people in front of you quieted. You did not welcome the change.  Suddenly, Mother became your loathed crutch. Your hands could not stop their tremors, clinging on to your abuser as if she was your cane, your lifeline. She had truly picked the best time to be unresponsive. So much for a woman that claimed to be stable.  The other two, finally, truly obliged, Claire giving you a withering glare as they said their goodbyes and left. Luka, the ever-stubborn roach that he was, even managed to recover. He even gave you a small wink.  Akasuki approached you, now alone. Mother was still out cold. A predator to her prey. Her look locked you into position. Pins and needles stabbed into a soft, scared doll.  “Good child. Your mother must be *proud* of you.” Her approval only pierced deeper in your cotton limbs, prickling your eyes, round and button-like. Her voice, so gentle, yet it ripped your embroidery off its fabric. You felt bare in her gaze, unpicking you stitch by stitch. Each stitch that tensely pulled at your skin, begging you to keep it together before the filling bursted out to reveal a horrible, horrible mess. “Thank you, miss.”  She nodded back at you, her neutral expression now replaced with a small smile. You thanked her internally, it would’ve ended badly if she had not intervened. A mental note was made to not piss her off. No time to mull over it now. Mother needs to get to bed.  You watched as they all got into the black car and drove away. A sigh slipped out quietly. You and Mother shuffled to her bedroom. Her weight and thrashing made you struggle, but nonetheless, you still managed to get her to lie down on her bed.  Mother continued thrashing on the bed. Like a damned petulant child, throwing a tantrum after having not enough (and too much) candy. At this rate, she would probably vomit.  And her trash bin was full.  You went to get a plastic bag. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ They were all disgusting, vile creatures. Hollow, twisted caricatures of humanity. All of them.  Your nails dug in the plastic bag, causing it to rip. Static filled your ears. You should have realised sooner. Did something. Anything to get out of this self-imposed hell.  Idiot.  Your nails, now digging into your skin, made you jolt from the pain. Letting out a frustrated exhale, you finally noticed the ripped bag. It had a small tear, not too big to be rendered useless, so you put it away for later use. You tried to rip out another one from the roll. It did not rip. You tried again, harder this time on the corner. You accidentally tore the corner of the bag.  Alright. One more time.  It ripped. *Again.*  A stream of curses flowed out of your mouth, in your native tongue and English. Lan would’ve told you to not curse, and showed you how to do it. She would have *because she was gone. There was no one to tell you not to curse, and show you how to rip a fucking plastic bag off its fucking roll, because they’re all gone, do you understand?*  Not now. Not yet.  You had a task literally at hand. Finish it. The wailing can wait. With lethal efficiency and speed, the bag was ripped correctly. It only took three times. What was the saying again? Mother’s groaning echoed through the halls. You took long enough. Placing the bag on the counter, you quickly grabbed some water, some snacks and an ice pack. Do drunk people need ice packs? Maybe. The painkillers can probably be found somewhere in Mother’s room. Hauling all the items to yourself (and gingerly holding the glass of water in your hand), you walked to Mother’s room. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ “Lin, Lin, my *precious daughter.”* Mother drawled, her Vietnamese drowning in alcohol. Her Southern accent became stronger, weighed the words down, smoothed over the syllables. A muted pile of words.  She reached out, a wobbly hand presenting itself to pet your hair.  “You need a haircut. A short bob, maybe? Or just a trim? Anything for your hair to stop looking like a crow’s nest.”   Her nails raked over your scalp. Your eyes watered. And her hand trailed down, down, *down to your neck*. Callouses, dainty fingers wrapped around your neck lovingly. A polished, *sharp* nail tapped and scratched lightly at the base. Some sort of rhythm. Some sort of forgotten song, the ones she would hum mindlessly.  “A necklace too. I think silver will compliment you well. Don’t you think so?”  “Yes, Mother.” “What happened to Mama, huh? Too old for that?” Mother joked, fingers still tap-tap-tapping.  “Yes, Mother.”  The hand moved from your neck to your shoulder, dragging you down lightly to her face.  Mother’s eyes, hazed over by wine and whiskey, glinted with a cruel delight.  “Do you know why I let Lan go, my precious daughter?” “No, Mother.” “Surely you know better. What do you think, Lin?” But you didn’t know. How are you meant to know? What value did Lan hold? What value did you hold? **What value did Lan hold?** Mother chuckled. You could smell the alcohol with each breath huffed out.  “You know, Lin, you’re a smart girl. I can tell. I can tell all of it, Lin.” *No. Stop that.* “You’ve learned from your sister. Those expressions, those mannerism, even the way you mop the damn floor. You learned all that she had to offer. And now she has nothing left. She has nothing, and…” Mother’s grip became tighter. “She is nothing.” *No.* ***Please, no.*** “She is haggardly ugly. All eye bags and scars, stuffed into a sack of an oversized hoodie. Do you think I could have any use for her, Lin? You are so much better, so much prettier. My sweet, precious daughter. *Wipe your tears. Don’t be like that.”* There it is, that doll again. Pinned down by merely words and eyes again. Motionless and terrified, *again.* ***Foolish, foolish doll.*** A sob clawed itself out of your throat, falling down along with your tears. Mother grabbed your hand and guided it to your face. You used your sleeve to wipe your cheek.  “Yes, Mother. I’m sorry.” You squeaked out.  Arms wrapped around you. Your head was pressed onto her shoulder. Mother hushed you as she rubbed your back. *Like Lan used to. Like how Lan used to, every night that she was beaten.* ***Every. Single. Night.*** That day, an agreement was made. Lin will be Mother’s good daughter, and Mother will be Lin’s good mother. And all will be good. Mother slumped, finally passing out. You wailed. 

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/16lw9p4/a_guide_on_how_to_deal_with_mother_part_six_its/

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ChocolatesAndAlmonds

the treatment would normally be expensive, but luckily you just got drafted so you have the height of this countries medicine for free.

just know that you might not be quite human after this experimental gene therapy.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17enqgk/the_treatment_would_normally_be_expensive_but/

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foxstarfivelol

A werewolf has been attacking the cattle in my village so I had to move to large city to make sure i'll be safe at night.

Speaking of night, the full moon today is so pretty, so... majestic, so, so... AWOOOOOO!

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17ejo86/a_werewolf_has_been_attacking_the_cattle_in_my/

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The__Nosk

We should stop hoping extraterrestrial life will visit us on our planet.

They're already horrified of us by what we can do to the rest of the known & unknown universe, if we had access to their technology.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17eo5t6/we_should_stop_hoping_extraterrestrial_life_will/

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Ebadd

In a desperate attempt to outlast the widespread infection, I knew that both my spouse and myself could not survive.

As I ravenously bit off a chunk of meat and swallowed, they began to laugh uncontrollably and foam appeared at the corners of their mouth.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17ep8qb/in_a_desperate_attempt_to_outlast_the_widespread/

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AAces_Wild

“Captain, it’s worse than we thought: the planet is covered with billions of carnivorous monkeys with guns”

“Fire the extermination beam, then report that the planet, self designated as ‘Earth’, has been safely sterilized.”

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dwvef/captain_its_worse_than_we_thought_the_planet_is/

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drrkorby

Into my pot go herbs fine; parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme.

Into my pot they go for you; my delicious stew made from visitors few.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17e7q8m/into_my_pot_go_herbs_fine_parsley_sage_rosemary/

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MrPuzzleMan

The kind-hearted man looked in shock of his past self.

He had meticulously murdered six people, and he didn't even remember it.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17enbvq/the_kindhearted_man_looked_in_shock_of_his_past/

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FedtheFedoraGuy

At the end of the day, humanity’s biological hardware is just too limited to achieve universal empathy.

I’m scrubbing the project and revoking their caretaker candidate status.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17eicg9/at_the_end_of_the_day_humanitys_biological/

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shoutsfrombothsides

My daughter has always been a sensitive child; when she told me she’d “never let go” of her security blanket, I believed her.

Now that she was hanging out the window, holding onto it as the flames grew closer, I was desperately trying to convince her otherwise…

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dr8z5/my_daughter_has_always_been_a_sensitive_child/

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country-blue

After a lengthy and expensive renovation, the giant panoramic window gave me my "million-dollar view" of the surrounding trees, mountains and lake.

I would happily pay ten-fold to un-see the sight of the shadowy shapes standing at the forest's fringe at sunset, staring up at me with their too-human faces.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17el53n/after_a_lengthy_and_expensive_renovation_the/

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Outside_Normal

It had been a dream come true, riding along with the ice cream man, munching on free treats.

However, it was getting dark and she feared she might be late for dinner

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17eu86g/it_had_been_a_dream_come_true_riding_along_with/

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Original-Ad-4713

It had been so long since I'd seen my wife smiling while making dinner.

But as I looked around the house I was forced to ask, "Where's our baby?"

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17eu0u9/it_had_been_so_long_since_id_seen_my_wife_smiling/

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critdiez

He fell asleep with the tv on again.

“At least it covered up the screams,” I said to myself, dragging his body to the bedroom.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17egv1a/he_fell_asleep_with_the_tv_on_again/

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GandalfVirus

It's honestly kind of impressive how personal these posts can get, really gives you the creeps.

Recently they've only gotten even more personal, where did they find that picture?

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17e8svv/its_honestly_kind_of_impressive_how_personal/

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NicIsMyDamnName

I was enjoying my evening below the maple trees in my garden

Then my cat, known for its fearlessness ran away in fear, what we saw sent chills down my spine

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17em7gr/i_was_enjoying_my_evening_below_the_maple_trees/

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__ChrissLP

So now, I'm off to work, and it's a better day than it has been in years.

That's not saying much, seeing as I've been dead and have been forced through every form of pain there is as **a literal freaking art exhibit** because I just had to be reincarnated that way.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17eyj8l/so_now_im_off_to_work_and_its_a_better_day_than/

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wth-is-tenese-balb

My mom always said to not play with my food

Guess I should stop going to the playground with the other kids then-

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dwfxv/my_mom_always_said_to_not_play_with_my_food/

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Sweetheartv2

"Mummies are not that scary, are they ?" I said before i went in the pyramid...

...''The mummies were not that scary after all'' I thought as I felt my consciousness fade and my lungs slowly fill with sand.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dpqyh/mummies_are_not_that_scary_are_they_i_said_before/

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RipiC100