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Unknown Creature

One day last year, I was hunting from a ground blind on the edge of a field near a small stream. On the other end of the creek is a densely wooded area that goes straight uphill for about 100 yards; we call this area ‘the thicket’. This property is located roughly 2 hours northeast of Atlanta, Georgia. It was a cool and overcast morning, with a very light misty rain. It had been uneventful up to this point, as there had been no animal activity all morning. Roughly 30 minutes into my sit, I hear something walking down the hill from the thicket at about my 4 o’clock. I assume it’s a deer, as I can tell by the footfalls that it’s a sizable animal, and there’s really no other medium to large size animals around here. It gets about to the edge of the water, probably about 30 or so yards from me, and stops. The back windows on my blind are closed, so as to not silhouette myself from the front, so I can’t see anything. It’s quiet for a minute. Then, I feel something very small hit the roof of the blind. I’m under a tree, so I don’t think much of it, could have been an acorn. But about 30 seconds later, I feel another impact, this one still near the top, but on the side of the blind. This occurrence leads me to the conclusion that something didn’t just fall on my blind… Something was thrown at it. Thoughts are starting to enter my mind. ‘What the hell could be out here throwing rocks at my blind? Why, even?’ I didn’t have much time to think other thoughts, before this thing steps into the creek, with a resounding splash. As it takes it’s time stomping around in the creek, curiosity gets the better of me, and I decide to slowly stand up, open the side flap of the blind, and see what’s been causing me so much grief. Nothing. Not in the creek, the field, the trees, nowhere. I sit back down and try to wrap my head around what the hell is going on. But after only about 30 seconds, it all starts right back up, but in addition to the water treading, it’s now making the occasional soft vocalization, sort of a grunting type sound. This thing now has my FULL attention. When I hunt, I usually carry 3 things with me; A hunting knife, a 9mm pistol, and my primary hunting rifle: a Browning X-Bolt chambered in .300 Short Magnum. If you don’t know what any of that means, the short version is it’s a very powerful rifle with a massive bullet. To this day, I’ve never had a deer run away and bleed out somewhere with this gun. They’re always dead before they hit the ground, usually from blunt force trauma. The reason I tell you this is to highlight the fact that at the time, I wasn’t exactly defenseless, quite the opposite. And as the noises from just on the other side of the mesh continued to escalate, I came to the conclusion that my only way out of this encounter… was confrontation. I stand up, unzip the blind, and step out into the open field, take the safety off my shoulder cannon, and turn towards the creek to face my assailant. I don’t know what I expected to see, but what I saw next was… Nothing. Again. ‘No, that’s impossible’ I thought aloud. ‘He was right there, what the hell is going on?’ I don’t care how much heat I’m packing at this point; nothing that big and that heavy can just vanish into thin air, without so much as making a sound. It’s time to get the hell out of there, and now. My RTV was parked about 150 yards away on the other side of the field, and then it was about half a mile back to the house. But as I turn to make good on my retreat, I can’t even take one step before I hear it… A grunt. And then heavy footfalls. I turn to see nothing, but can hear it still walking slowly back up into the thicket. And this time… I swear I can hear it breathing. I haven’t hunted that field again, nor do I plan to.

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The road to New Wilderness [Part 17]

[\[Part 16\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1799uie/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_16/) [\[Part 18\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17avfu7/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_18/) I gripped Chris’s hand and snuck a peek through the ship’s rail, watching the reflection of the beast. Water fell in rivulets from the monster’s head, and it rose to be eye-level with the ship, the hull at its jawline, nose pointed in the same direction as the ship’s prow. I’d never seen an animal this big in person, and the monster’s eyes reflected in the water were the size of basket balls. Thick scales lay fitted close together on its skin like a crocodile’s but its’s head reminded me more of something older, something larger, a time when reptiles ruled the earth, and man was little more than a minor inconvenience. Its teeth could have been carved from telephone poles for their diameter, and waves lapped at the submerged lower row to tug loose a few shreds of tangled seaweed. Both eyes facing the ship blinked, the one to the rear of the head larger than the one in front, circled with irises of deep crimson. Even seeing their reflection in the water made my head swim, and something wriggled in the back of my mind. Whispers. They roiled in my consciousness, whined like electric engines, and my ears popped as if I was in an airplane high in the sky. From the depths of my brain, floating to the surface of unknown memory, came three broken words, hoarse and impersonal. *‘Why . . . you . . . here?’* My eyes widened, and I couldn’t tear them away from the reflection on the water, as Dr. O’Brian’s voice echoed in my fuzzy memory. *A psy-organic, one of the rarest and most dangerous anomalies that exists.* “We mean you no harm.” Captain Grapeshot’s voice made me jump for how it broke the silence, and I glimpsed him sweeping the broad hat from his head in a polite bow, as if in the presence of royalty. “We are mere travelers passing through, oh mighty one. Leave us to live another day, and we will honor these waters as yours, for all time.” Silence. Sails creaked, the ship still moving, the enormous predator keeping pace with us by simple lazy swipes of its long tail. A hush fell over the whispers, and I didn’t breathe, my pulse frozen in fear. One of the crimson irises swiveled down, and its reflection in the water met my eye. Ice, so cold it seemed to burn, shot through every vein in my body. I couldn’t move, couldn’t so much as whimper in fear, the being latched on to me through our gazes, peering into my very soul. Voices slithered through my mind like soft tendrils, too low for me to hear, but something about them seemed . . . curious, almost like the thing in the water was just as perplexed by my existence as I was to its. With every ounce of willpower I had left, I forced my dry eyelids shut, and bit my lip at the pain that coursed through my skull in a bolt of lightning. *‘Go.’* A split second after the whispers echoed in my mind, a rumble crept from the huge creature’s throat, thunderous and baritone, shaking every board in the ship. With a great plunge, the creature dove, and the enormous, scaly tail rose arched into the sky behind it. *Splash.* The tail rocketed down after its owner, and sent a geyser of water into the air, higher than the tallest mast of the ship. It rained down on all of us in a heavy curtain and knocked me onto my stomach with the force of the impact. As if trembling itself, the ship wobbled back and forth on its keel, but stayed upright, and the pain in my head began to dissipate. “All hands, count off!” First to stand, Captain Grapeshot checked little Tarren over with meticulous care, his eyes probing the rest of the ship for missing crew members. “I’m alright.” “Still here, cap!” “Good to go, captain.” Happy shouts echoed from around the deck, and the color returned to the pirates’ faces. Crystalline rivers drained out the sides of the railings to leave behind chunks of soggy grass, fresh-grown seaweed, and a few silvery fish that flopped along the boards in surprise at their predicament. Some of the nearby seagulls started to caw once more, and just like that, the lake went back to its tranquil self beneath the late summer sun. Jamie helped Chris to his feet, and I went to do the same. *Whoa.* My head fizzed with static, the earlier pain still in the process of ebbing away, and I stumbled. “Hey, easy.” Jamie caught my arm, her green eyes locked onto me with concern. “You don’t look so good.” Shaking my head, I winced at another jolt of slowly fading ache in my brain. “I’m fine.” Another hand seized my arm, and the first mate stared into my eyes with a deadly serious frown. His dark gaze flared with shock, and the first mate’s jaw went slack. “You looked at it.” *Oh no.* “I-I . . .” My throat closed up, exhaustion from the day’s work and a sudden realization of what I had done enough to strip me of any useful words. Chris and Jamie stood only feet away, but they may as well have been miles off for how helpless we all were. I’d broken some cardinal rule, done something unforgivable, and the first mate knew. I couldn’t lie, I sucked at lying, and with how dizzy I felt, there was no way I could conjure up a successful excuse. “Captain!” He spun on his heel so fast that he became a blur, and the first mate hauled me by the arm over the deck, his grip iron-clad on my wrist. “A word?” Chris tried to hobble to my aid, but a nearby crewman blocked him with a drawn sword, all eyes converging on me as I was dragged over the wet planks of the ship. Halfway up the steps to the helm, Captain Roberts turned, and his eyes narrowed into suspicious slits upon catching sight of me. “What’s the meaning of this?” My heart hammered against my abused ribs, and I swallowed at the alarmed glares from the rest of the pirates. Now I’d done it. How badly would they beat me this time? Would they do worse? What would happen to Jamie and Chris? With me still in tow, the first mate pointed to the doors of the great cabin underneath the quarterdeck. “We need to talk. Now.” His curt words were enough to bring the entire deck back into abyssal silence, many of the nearby pirates taking cautionary steps away from me, as though I had some kind of disease. Even Boatswain Emelia lowered her gaze from the captain’s, and my guts threatened to overpower me with nausea at the sight of it. Jamie and Chris looked on with horror from the forecastle as I was shoved into the dark interior of the great cabin. It was dark, and cramped, with a small table to one side covered in maps and old-fashioned navigational equipment. Empty wine bottles littered the floor, rolling back and forth with the rocking of the ship, and the air smelled of stale alcohol. A lone rapier hung from the wall, beautiful and gleaming, with unlit lanterns on hooks around the room. Two iron hoops in the right-side wall supported a simple canvas hammock that swung from side to side, and next to it, a little shelf held various odds and ends, including three books. I was surprised to see the *Holy Bible*, though not so much that it was rather dusty, and an old edition of *Treasure Island*, held a similar layer of gray fluff over its cover. Oddly enough, the third book, a well-worn copy of *Pride and Prejudice* shone like a star, as if someone read from it every single day without fail. In any other circumstance, I might have found it strange for such an old book about Victorian era love to be popular with a crew of child-pirates, but I had little time to dwell on the fact. Captain Roberts slammed and locked the door, while the first mate pulled a wooden chair from the table and set it in the center of the room. “Sit.” He jabbed a finger at it, and his no-nonsense tone made my heart sink. This stranger had been the only one to be kind to us, and now . . . now I was locked in a room with two irate pirates, with not so much as a knitting needle to defend myself with. I slid into the cold oak chair and watched the first mate dart around the room lighting lanterns. What did they plan to do that they needed such good lighting? Did I dare think about it? Surely they wouldn’t kill me, not now? Captain Roberts stalked to where I sat and leaned down to hiss into my face with a vicious snarl. “What did ya do, you poxy curr?” *Do I even bother to answer? Will he be more angry, or less?* I eyed his sword, and tried to suppress all the horrific scenarios my panicking mind conjured up as to what they might do. “I, uh . . .” “She looked right at it, Sam.” Finished with the last of the lanterns, the first mate rounded on the captain and I with a strange look on his face, one that bordered on hopeful, excited even. “I swear, she met the Leviathan’s eye.” His snarl melted into a confused frown, though I couldn’t tell if it was from the name, or the first mate’s words, and Captain Roberts took a step back from me. “That’s not possible.” “She did!” The first mate stabbed the air in my direction, wearing a giddy smile I’d never seen before. “Which means I was right. There are people who are resistant to the mind-whispers, and that means—” “Oh, for the love of . . .” Captain Roberts threw his hands into the air, exasperated, and it seemed he’d already forgotten that I sat mere feet away from their conversation. “Not this again, Peter. Five times we tried, and five times good men never came back from that abyss. It’s hopeless.” Peter’s shoulders deflated at that, but he stepped closer to the captain, holding up a hand to signal for patience. “So, we send her in. After all, if she doesn’t come back, what have we lost?” *Send me in where?* I tried not to show my shock at the way they talked about me, glued to my chair in unease. This situation kept going from bad to worse, and while I was glad they weren’t torturing me, I had a feeling that Peter’s plan wasn’t one to my benefit. Scowling, Captain Roberts crossed his arms in disapproval. “She’ll bring a pretty penny from the soldiers, more alive than dead. The crew needs a rest, we need more ammunition, provisions, and tar to careen the ship. Besides, it’s a full day’s sail southward, and we already had a near brush with the Leviathan.” Something rippled on Peter’s slender face, like the careful emotionless mask started to slip, and his skin tinged a frustrated red. “So that’s it then? We just go on like this, selling bodies to the graybacks until we’re the only ones left?” “*We* are all *we* need.” Captain Roberts growled back, his hand gripping the hilt of his sword so tight I wondered if his knuckles might split. “*They* deserve this, *they* started this, *they*—” “They’re people for God’s sake!” Peter erupted and kicked one of the empty wine bottles so that it smashed against the nearby wall into a thousand red shards. “I’m sick of the lying, Sam, sick of the blood, the death, all of it. I don’t want to do this anymore.” His own rage boiled to the top, and Captain Roberts closed on Peter to stare right into his eyes, a vein bulging in his neck. “Even the old man? After everything he did, everything he took from us? Was that wrinkly scumbag a person too?” “He got what he deserved.” Peter stood his ground, the two almost eyeball-to-eyeball, hands on their weapons, though neither drew on the other. “But the women? The kids? Can you look me in the eye and tell me you sleep better at night after what we did? What would Grace think?” *Grace.* The name hit me like a bucket of ice water, and I remembered how Tarren had turned so sad at the mention of this mystery girl. So, she had been important to more than just the child. She’d been someone special . . . someone close. Like family. Something glinted in the corner of Captain Robert’s left eye, a brief gleam in the yellow light of the surrounding lanterns, but he blinked hard, and it vanished. “Get out.” Peter’s eyes flicked toward me, and concern crawled over his features. “Sam, don’t take this out on—” “*Captain*.” He snapped the words, emotion heavy in his voice, and Captain Roberts stomped to his desk, his back to the both of us. “It’s Captain Grapeshot Roberts. Now *get out*.” For a moment, Peter’s expression crumpled, and he looked genuinely crushed, as if the words hurt more than I knew. But he just sighed, and turned to me, his eyes grave. “If anything happens, I’ll be close by.” *Wait, so you are on my side?* I didn’t have time to so much as stutter a thank you before the first mate stormed out the great cabin doors and slammed them shut behind him. Deafening quiet fell over the tiny room, and I gulped a nervous lump in my throat, gauging the distance between me, and the rapier on the wall. Should I take the chance, and try to escape? Where would I go? I didn’t know how to use a sword, and even if he was a few years younger than me, the captain definitely had the size and strength advantage. I’d end up hurt, or worse, and God only knew what they might do to Chris and Jamie in retaliation. Cloaked in shadow, the captain kept his back to me, his head hung low over the table full of maps. “Is it true?” His voice lost some of the strong English-Caribbean accent, and Captain Roberts let his shoulders slump, as if he couldn’t hold them up anymore. It made him look less like a fearsome pirate captain and more like a boy in mismatched clothing with a sword, two boots, and the weight of the world pressing down. If it hadn’t been for the heinous things Peter had mentioned, I might have felt sorry for him. *Chris and Jamie. I have to think of a way to help them.* “It is.” I dug my thumbnail into the side of my trousers to keep from shaking. Captain Roberts walked to the bay windows in the back of the cabin, and I noticed him rubbing at the shark’s tooth necklace he wore close to his chest, as if it were some kind of good luck charm. “Of all the things that live in these waters, the Leviathan is king. It’s a smart beast, it knows when a motor goes out on the water, and it knows enough to understand human words. There’s six of them, by my count, but I figure they’ve got babies on the way like everything else around here. Every time someone has dared to look one in the eye, the monster whispers into their minds, and they’re dead within minutes. Everyone . . . except you.” At last he turned from the window, both eyes regarding me with skeptical weariness. “We have a deal, the soldiers and I. Whenever I catch someone on the water, I bring them in, and the graybacks pay me whatever I need. Guns, food, medicine, a ransom fit for a king, as long as I collect enough bodies. They’ll pay double for rangers, and who knows how much for one who can survive a mind-whisperer . . . but they would pay a lot more for this.” In one hand, the captain held out a piece of white modern printer paper, crisscrossed with folds and creases. It depicted a simple black box, much like a small plastic travel tote, with a folding handle and four thick hasps to hold it shut. The box looked military in issue and bore a set of white numbers painted on the side of the case; LDB01106. Confused, but with the slightest glimmer of hope that I might not get an extra beating today, I straightened up in my seat. “So . . . what is it?” “I don’t know.” He flipped the paper to look at the image, the Captain’s eyes searching the printout as if there were some hidden clue he’d missed somewhere. “But the graybacks are willing to pay through the nose for it. Trouble is, with the Leviathan in the sea, and most of their aircraft not working this far into the county, the soldiers need us to get it back . . . and last time they saw this bloody thing, it was in Collingswood.” My spirits tumbled, that name enough to dash my hopes to pieces. Collingswood. The town burned by a horde of missiles, all because of one stupid mistake. Over 5,000 souls lost in a single night. Taking a deep breath, I cleared my throat, desperate to find a positive side to this conversation. “But can’t ELSAR reach it by land? I mean, if it’s that important, they should have the men to get it themselves.” Waving me off, the captain crossed the room to a small cupboard, and pulled out a tall wine bottle, along with a corkscrew. “You think they’d hire us if they did? Oh, they’ve got pretty guns and lots of armor, true, but the boys in gray are stretched thinner than you know. Besides, the water has cut off most of the town from the south, and a bunch of the white-eyed devils made a nest on the eastern side, over a hundred strong. Whatever they dropped in there tainted the air with some kind of chemical, so none of our lads can go ten feet without a mask. Only way in is from the sea, and we’re the only ones who know these waters well enough to get there.” *Collingswood is at the end of the ridgeline. If they send us out to look, we could just cut north, and swing around to head for New Wilderness. They can’t follow us far on land, so if we can get a head start on the guards . . .* “So,” I tried not to show my anxiety at such thoughts and focused on gouging the tiny hole in my khakis a little wider at the hip. “We just have to go find this box?” “No, lass.” He strode over to me, dropped the paper in my lap, and the captain yanked the cork from his wine bottle. “*You* do. Peter is getting soft, but he always was the better man of us two, and he just might be right. Sooner or later, there won’t be anyone left on the water but us, and we need more supplies to build a fort before winter. We’ve tried five times to retrieve the box, and every time that cursed town swallows whoever we send. There’s something wrong with it, something worse than mutants at its core. But if you bring it back, we could ask for a high enough price to retire from pirating for good. No more fighting, no more death . . . a fresh start.” My brow furrowed, and it dawned on me what he meant. “What’s in it for me?” Raising the bottle in a mock toast, Captain Roberts regained some of his former malice in the smirk that crawled over his shrewd face. “Freedom. You bring me that box, and I’ll let you go.” “All three of us?” Asking for more made my heart pound, but I couldn’t risk losing Jamie or Chris if this deal turned out to be legitimate. “Aye.” He drained a long gulp of the alcohol, and some of the blood red liquid dribbled out of the corners of his mouth. I wondered how much he drank, and if the dozens of empty bottles were anything to go by, this wouldn’t be the last bottle he had today. “But you go alone. The other two stay, to make sure you come back.” The weave on my pantleg gave way, and the thumbnail I’d been picking it with poked through to my skin in a burst of light pain. “And our gear? We’ll get it back?” “Every piece of it.” He wiped his mouth, and held the bottle out to me, in anticipation of my answer. Thoughts whirled in my head, and I debated what to do. I couldn’t exactly say no, considering that the alternative was to be sold to ELSAR as a prisoner of war, but taking this deal meant going into Collingswood alone. I’d never done anything outside the walls of New Wilderness by myself. I still barely knew half of the mutated animals that could be out there. Without Jamie’s sixth sense, or Chris’s experience, how could I hope to get more than ten yards? The memory of the boatswain kicking Chris for protecting me floated up in my mind, and I forced myself to focus on that. *Matt and Carla left me behind. I won’t do the same to Chris and Jamie. Not a chance.* I took the bottle, poured some of the sour, vinegary stuff into my mouth, and choked the wine down in a fit of coughs. “Deal.”

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Help me find this book!

IV been trying to find this book I read in middle school (2006-2007 ish). If my memory serves me well it was about a vampire who wore bandages around his face who lived in the sewer. I believe he was an assassin. He had knives for fingers or used a weapon that specifically utilized blades. The cover was black and white and had a man with bandages on his face blowing in the wind. Sadly it's been so long since I've read it and I don't remember much, the only scene I specifically remember is one where the main character was in a hotel room and got a knock on the door. When he answerd the door no one was there and when he went to walk down the hallway the bandaged man dropped from the ceiling. That scene made me look at ceilings everywhere I went to make sure no one was hiding above me lol. I thought if anyone could find it, it would be the people of Reddit. I'm 28 now and would do anything to be able to find it again. I remember it was pretty scary so don't think it would have been apart of scholastic. Please help me find this book.

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The Ocean's Call

The Ocean’s Call My sister Anna and I were always close, but we slowly drifted further apart in the past few years. She and my brother-in-law had a child, and I moved from our cozy town on the Oregon coast across the country to New York City, where I worked in Accounting. I remember the day after Anna’s wedding; I was torn between returning to New York or returning home. My parents pushed for the latter, of course, but I chose to return, working a job I love with great friends, greater bosses, and plenty of opportunities to move up the ladder in the business. I love Oregon, but I wasn’t content with finding a wife and settling down yet. I had my own desires and life in a city I was obsessed with as a teenager was calling out to me. I set sail for my dreams and was happy with my decision. However, I would return home to the family beach house every October for a week of relaxation. Last year, I came back and was greeted at the airport in Portland by my mother and sister. They were both in tears as they ran to me, embracing me. That first night was filled with laughter and stories as we all drank, especially me and my brother-in-law, whom I was friends with throughout middle and high school. Everything was perfect, and the following day was no different. Again, the feeling of uncertainty overcame me as I dreaded the day I would have to leave for the airport and catch my flight back to New York. That same night, however, was one of the most terrifying and unexplainable nights of my life. It was midnight, and my parents, brother-in-law, and nephew were sound asleep, leaving my sister and I the only ones awake. We went to the house deck with a bottle of wine, two glasses, and a tray of cut sausage with various cheeses. We sat on the swinging bench, looking out at the shoreline illuminated by the full moon. Our conversation meandered for hours as we talked about many different things: How parenthood was, how the big city was, old memories, and many more things that we longed to talk about. I realized how much I missed my family and pondered as we finally reached a moment of silence, drinking the rest of the bottle. The white glow of the moon stretched across the Pacific as far as the eye could see. Suddenly, Anna yawned and stretched her arms high above her head. She gave me a long hug before standing up and seeing herself inside the warmth of the house. I continued sitting and staring out at the ocean as I pondered how my life would be if I moved back home. Surely, I could find a nice house for sale, and to make matters even better, my old high school sweetheart was texting me throughout the entire day, wondering when she could see me again. We talked throughout the years, and I was dying to be able to see her again. Moths were attacking the light overhead, and I watched them, my eyes growing heavy. But without any warning, the bulb started to flicker and soon died, leaving me in absolute darkness with just the sound of the waves in the distance. Taking that as a sign to go to bed, I stood, but before I could go inside, something caught my eye– well, more like someone. Out on the beach facing the ocean was a woman in a long white dress that dragged behind her. Her long black hair blew with the cold gusts of wind, making me shiver. Why would anyone be on the beach in the early AM hours? I glanced at my watch and saw it was already three in the morning. *“Come here.”* A whisper. I jerked my head to the left, then spun around, facing the sliding glass door, but no one was there. Surely, it must have been my imagination, but to my horror, I heard it again. *“Come here.”* It was soft, and so faint that I was convinced someone was hiding on the deck, but it would have been impossible without me seeing them. I turned to face the woman on the beach, and to my surprise, she was now in the water, the waves washing over her feet. *It’s not possible*, I thought. *There’s no way that whisper came from her.* I waited, often turning and looking around the dark deck for any potential intruder, but I heard and saw nothing. After some time, I wondered if I should just head back in and lock up, but this woman still hadn’t moved and was standing eerily still in the freezing water. Against my better judgment, I started to walk down the stairs and across the yard to the beach. As I walked down the old wooden staircase that creaked with every step, I could feel my heartbeat intensifying. I didn’t know if this lady was simply drunk and enjoying a walk in the middle of the night or was suffering from depression and planning to drown herself. I reached the final step and looked ahead, horrified, as she was now waist-high in the water. *Oh fuck!* I ran across the cold, soft sand, sending it flying in every direction as I shouted for her. “Ma’am!” I yelled, not getting any response. My feet touched the water, and I backed away, letting out a shout from the freezing temperature. “Ma’am!” I called out again. No response. I noticed that she was utterly still, not even swaying in the slightest. It was completely silent except for the sound of the water, which suddenly seemed more aggressive. “A-Are you okay?” I called out. “Ma’am, this water is freezing! It’s not safe to be out here on a full moon!” Suddenly, her head slightly lifted, and it seemed as though I had her attention. “It’s dangerous to be in the water during a high tide!” *“Come here.”* That same whisper from earlier came back, but it sounded like it was purely in my head this time. My whole body went cold, and I felt heavy. I had no control over my body as I stepped into the water. As I walked, she did too, until she was to her chest, and I was to my waist. Slowly, she turned around, and I felt dizzy and disoriented as I saw her skin, white as paint, pulled tight across her face. But what terrified me most of all was her glowing red eyes. Her mouth stretched into a smile, and slowly, she sunk into the water, her eyes locked with mine the whole time. “Travis!” In an instant, I felt in control of my freezing body and spun around to see Anna sprinting down the stairs to the beach. A primal fear struck me, and I raced to escape the water, certain that I would be pulled under at any moment, but as I got closer to the sand, I became relieved, and soon I sprinted across the sand where I met Anna halfway. “Did you see her?” I asked. “What?” She asked, catching her breath. “See who?” “You didn’t fucking see her?” I turned around and pointed to the ocean. “T-There was a woman standing there…” “Travis!” She shouted, slapping my arm. “There’s nobody out there!” “I swear, I saw someone from the deck, and I came running out here to stop her from going out further!” I could tell from her terrified face she didn’t believe me. She shook her head slowly and let out a quiet laugh. “You’re okay now,” she whispered, looking past me to the sea. “Let’s just go back, okay?” “Yeah,” I whispered. “Yeah, okay.” This was a year ago, and I’m now living in Portland with my pregnant wife. We’re returning to the beach house in three days, and I can’t stop thinking about that woman. I’ve researched online but haven’t found anything remotely close to what I experienced that night last October. I don’t know if it was a demon or if I was hallucinating. Either way, I’m terrified of returning, and I pray I never see that lady again.

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Your scariest real life story?

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s_sorro1044

Some Girl In A Window

Some Girl in a Window Every day, I walk past old Harriet's house. A house made of timeless wood. And every day, I would see a shadow in the window; the gender, I didn't know. I think about it, though. It's always there. Always staring. Yes, it's a shadow, but I can feel it. I want to knock on the red door of Harriet's house, but I am too afraid. Afraid of what? I don't know. One day, I felt the wrongness in my feet. A certain feeling of unevenness. I look down, and my face is as white as the loose lace. My shoes are never untied, I always keep them tied, no matter what! How could I let this happen? Idiot! I reach down and tie my shoe. God's breath was harsh. Sudden chills went on my face and down my spine. It's there. And it was. It looked from the 2nd story window . . . Looking. It felt the same age as me. I know it. I love it. I felt happy suddenly. I felt loved. It loves me. It does—I thought—it's the only thing that loves me. But what about my friends? Screw them! They're frauds! All of them! Do I have friends? No. Only it. My shoes were lifted from the ground and I walked towards the old house. There was no gate, and the small path to the door wasn't that far. I might have been the young age of sixteen, but I felt true love. The janky door creaked as I opened it without knocking. The smell of the house was non-existent—taken over by the smell of her perfume. I stared at the stairs. I'm finally going to see her. The stairs were worn and broken. The railing was gone, and most of the ceiling was on the floor in the front. I had to step over them to get to the stairs. Allison—I said, in the dark hall. There was no light, but I could tell that there were holes in the ceiling and floor and that the house looked like it had burned down. There was no answer. But that didn't stop me; I continued down the hall, and I made it to the door of the room. I put my hand on the freshly painted door and pushed it. It was beautiful. Her blue and pink walls were covered in posters; pictures of her and her family and friends were displayed all over. Then Allison. Her brown hair was silky and smooth, her skin was auburn and smooth, and she was beautiful. I can see her again. Allison . . . —my voice was low and saw, but my face displayed differently. She sat and looked at me. She said nothing; I didn't care. I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. You look so pretty. Silence. Mom and Dad would love to see you again Ally, please come back. We have your room the same way—a smile was wide on my face Her expression was the same. I didn't even notice the blood pouring from her neck and wrists. I know you're a little sick, but maybe we can get help? I continued—we–we can help you. Allison please. She stared at me with soulless eyes. She never moved. My hands landed on her shoulders. Allison! Please! I need you! I . . . I began to weep, my eyes were shut. When I finally did open my eyes, she would still be staring at me. I hugged her. My hand touched the back of her head. It was wet and sharp. It was the size of her head. I'm sorry Ally . . . I wasn't trying to be a piece of shit. You didn't mean to hurt me, and I . . . I shouldn't have told them! I'm sorry! She was gone. She left my arms, leaving me alone in my parent's old house. Everything felt foreign now. I left the house. I'm twenty-five now and when I walk by the house, I can sometimes still see her. Though, I don't do anything. I say to myself that she is just some girl in a window. But . . . Sometimes, the urge can be high. And I want to see her again. Edit: This might not be scary, but I'm thinking of one that I, personally, think is. And sorry for mistakes. I cut my finger really bad and I'm waiting to go to urgent care or whatever. I'm really shaky lol.

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MatTh3Rat

I met my guardian ANGEL and I think they might be a DRUNK

I met my guardian angel recently and they’re not exactly what I expected, anytime someone thinks of an ‘angel’ grace comes to mind; along with beauty, well, he was none of these things. For the record I never believed in the spiritual world nor did I even fathom the idea that each one of us was assigned some care giver, the mere thought always made me chuckle because through out my life I’ve had the worst luck. My friends think of me as the black sheep in the literal sense, if something bad could happen then it would happen to me, I don’t know how many times I’ve heard some silly statistic about 1 in 5 or 1 of 3; immediately understanding I would be that one. Hit by a car? Sure several times, been mugged before? Almost on a weekly basis, hell I’m the guy that constantly finds a hair in their meals and for the most part I accepted the reality of my fate, I was a person not like others. I’m even still single because 1 in 4 men will never get married, at this point I’m tired of hearing about ratios and statistics, it’s almost like learning the future whenever a new study is announced. So I spend most of my time at my local pub drinking my sorrows away; not that I really had any, but I didn’t have much going on and understanding that 1 in 10 men will develop liver disease I figured why not enjoy my liver while I have it. This is when I met Roger, he was sitting at the bar with his head hunched down into his arms; he appeared to be sleeping as the perspiring mug of beer stood tall next to him. I’ve seen him before, he usually was drunk whenever I would arrive to the pub and for the most part there was nothing special about him, that’s to say I really never noticed him. Occasionally I would see him lift his head, reaching for his mug as he would swiftly chug down whatever remaining remnants of beer was left and then signal to the bartender for another only to retreat his face back into the comfort of his folded arms. This particular day the bar was a bit more crowded than normal apparently there was some game on, I didn’t really care for sports so I had no desire to sit close to the big screen, because of this the one spot I found at the bar was next to Roger. As usual his face was wedged into his folded arms, he seemed to be passed out; I could hear the dreadful sounds of him wheezing out for air escaping his clenched posture. I signaled to the bar keep for my usual and before I could even sit down a stench emanating from Roger hit my like a bag of bricks; it was awful. It smelled as if he hadn’t showered in weeks, to make matters worse the sea of people that inundated the small space kept shoving me closer to the drunken man. As soon as I got my drink I downed it and scoured the room for another available spot, that’s when I first heard his raspy voice; a pathetic sound it was. “You did this to me” the drunk man spouted out. Even though my back was turned to him I knew he was speaking to me, the words some how fluttered their way into my ears as the sound caused me to shiver. I pretended not to hear him as I kept my eyes forward towards the screen acting as if I was watching the game. “You hear me!” Roger yelled out a bit louder this time. I closed my eyes annoyed realizing it was time to leave, I didn’t know what his problem was and I had no desire in finding out. As I began to walk away a cold hand grabbed me by the shoulder stopping me in my tracks, I could see Rogers long fingers practically attach themselves to my shirt like some nightmarish spider and that’s when I finally decided to turn around. Now facing him I could see how malnourished he seemed to be, his cheeks sunk into his face while dark rings cradled underneath his puffy eyes, he bare a look of devastation, but worse he seemed to be angry. “After everything I’ve done for you, you don’t even have the courtesy to answer me? I’ve should let you die a long time ago” he angrily scolded me. I aggressively shoved his hand off of me, feeling more dominate seeing how thin the man was, though his grip left a tingling sensation on my shoulder. “What do you mean old man?” I told him with a stern voice, though Roger’s intense stare didn’t break. I saw his frown sink further down his face as a bits of amber seemed to appear in his eyes, my once courage dissipated into the noise that engulfed us and I gulped heavy with dismay. “I know you know who I am” the old man told me. I narrowed my eyes trying to see through the withered face imagining how the younger version of this drunk man would look and to my astonishment he did seem oddly familiar. “Yeah, yeah I remember you, I was a kid, doing the things us kids did; I was running home from school delighted that it was Friday and I ran into the middle of the street without looking and…” I paused, I could see a slight grin grow on the old mans face. “You’re the douche bag that hit me with their car!” I shouted at Roger now remembering the man. I could feel my fist clench tightly as an urge of violence washed over me ready to strike the man that started my bad luck; since that accident my life never was right. As I opened my mouth ready to thrash the drunken man with another verbal assault he interjected. “If I didn’t hit you with my car you would of been kidnapped that day, the strange van that you occasionally saw roaming around the school building well, they were going to stop a block away, sit there with malice waiting for the perfect victim to walk by and if you ever looked in the mirror then you know that pitiful mask you call a face was the perfect victim, so you’re welcome” Roger told me. I didn’t know what the hell he was talking about, what van? Did I remember a van, no, there wasn’t one; though what I did remember was having two broken arms and a concussion, I missed almost an entire school year because of this idiot. “Listen old man, I don’t know what you’re talking about but because of you my arms didn’t grow the way they were suppose to, I got held back a grade because of you. I should kick your ass” I angrily yelled as I approached closer standing over him as he sat on the bar stool. That’s when Roger stood to his feet, this must of been the first time I’ve seen him not crouched over the bar, passed out and that’s when I realized how tall he was; he had to be almost 7ft tall. “Remember the time you fell of your bike and chipped your tooth? That was me as well, you’re welcome” Roger said as his horrid breath showered me in it’s stench. “When I chipped my tooth? You mean when I flung off my bike face first busting my mouth; I lost several teeth that day and what do you mean it was you? My bike hit some stupid rock” I told him. Rogers grin only grew more hideous when he saw how perturbed I had become. “If you didn’t loose your tooth that day…” “Teeth” I interrupted. “Yeah, teeth, then you would of eaten some bad meat at school and let’s just say your sad gut wasn’t made to withstand any food poisoning” he told me. My annoyance was now reaching the threshold of no return understanding that this man knew way too much about me, perhaps he was some scam artist. I held my tongue as I came to the epiphany that he seemed to be getting off from my anger, so instead of yelling I calmly asked him to explain his point to this foolish conversation. “Okay, so what are you getting at? What do you mean it was you?” I cautiously said with much apprehension. “I was assigned to you, at first you didn’t look like much; just your typical kid. You should of seen me back then, I was quite a sight, young and strong; I had the energy of a million suns; my initial thought of protecting you would be a walk through the park. It wasn’t until I saw the thing following you did I realize I was in for a wild ride. Initially I thought the creature would get tired, leave you be, but, boy was I wrong because that dreadful beast persisted. Even after I confronted it, the thing stared me down as if I were a mere fly waiting to be swatted. I have to say I’ve never met a being that made me feel so inadequate but I had no other choice; I had to protect you the only way I could and sometimes my methods might have led to you being harmed, just know if I didn’t do what I did then that thing would have killed you ten times over. Honestly I don’t know what it wants with you, you have something that it finds desirable; either way ‘it’ needs you dead.” Roger told me without a blink, his eye contact did not break once through his monologue. I didn’t know what to say, nor what to think I mean what does someone say to that, so I stood there motionless processing everything he told me. I wanted to tell him that he was crazy, to lay off the booze but unfortunately my heart manifested the reality that he was telling the truth. Funny enough when it comes to the internal battles one has it’s always the heart fighting against the mind, one approaches situations with emotion while the other wants everything explained with logic; so as this war carried on inside of me Roger put his thin malnourished hand back unto my shoulder snapping me out of my daze of confusion. “It’s here now, over there in the corner, it hasn’t stopped staring at you since you came in; take a look” the drunk man told me. I slowly turned my head towards the direction that Roger had indicated to, it was the corner of the bar, one that seemed to be absent of any light and for whatever reason the sheer sight of such desolation left me with a sensation of angst as I shook my head trying to shake of the uneasiness that had just consumed me. I turned back to Roger and he was still staring at the corner of the bar, a vicious snarl formed on his defeated face as I heard a timid growl protrude from his deep voice. “No, no, no you’re messing with me, you don’t know what you’re talking about, there’s nothing in the corner” I told the old man now with a shaky tone. This wasn’t real, there was no such thing as angels or demons, people were always their own worst enemy and perhaps this tired drunken man was battling his own personal devils while using me somehow in his demented atonement. He then placed both of his hands on my shoulders gravitating my gaze towards his, I felt trapped, like his grip disabled any possible movement and all I could do is stare up at him. “There is only one way, one last resort, because my boss knows how much I’ve tried; just look at me I’ve withered away in a matter of decades I know I don’t have another one in me. Listen boy, that thing will eventually get you if I don’t regain my strength so there’s only one last thing we can do and that is…” he hesitated for a moment and an expression of sadness inundated his beaten face. “You have to let me inside of you”, my face dropped with disgust, what the hell was he talking about. “What the hell man!” I shouted back as I shoved his arms off of me taking a step back. I knew this guy was some kind of perv and this was the final straw, now I’ve never been a violent person even though I threaten the man earlier I knew I didn’t pack any power in my punches so I did what I always did in threatening situations; I left. I stormed out the bar slithering between the sea of people as Roger continued shouting out to me incoherently. As I passed the corner of the bar on my way out a slight quiver erupted up my back not even bothering to stare that direction, though a weird feeling of being watched triggered my ‘sixth sense’. As I walked out into the midnight air Roger’s voice only continued and as I turned around I realized the strange man was following me. I didn’t know what I was going to do, was I really going to hurt this old man; I guess I would if I needed to, but I just continued walking only glancing behind every so often. He kept yelling the same thing over and over, “I don’t have much time, you have to let me inside of you”. I could feel my rage intensify as I clenched my fist tightly and before I turned around Roger stopped his rant mid sentence, “I don’t have much time, you have to…”. The sudden silence startled me and I quickly turned my head, to my surprise the old man was gone. “Roger?” I muttered out. I then looked down at the dismal street, all I saw were Rogers tattered clothes on the floor; he had vanished. My heart throbbed with vigorous intent as I tried to come up with a reasonable explanation. As I stood there in the dark infested street the night lights protruded their vaguely dimmed glow, I looked up and realized how vacant the road had become in the distance, it was a void of emptiness devouring the space that surrounded me. I looked deeper into the abyss and that’s when I finally saw it, the beast that Roger had warned me about; the creature that had been hunting me since I was a kid. It’s shape was practically impossible to make out but what I could see was it’s eyes, those abysmal eyes; they glowed in the darkness like four light houses attracting incoming ships to it’s shores. The air became thin, my skin tighten, I finally knew Roger was telling the truth and as I stood still with trepidation my brain awoke me to the horror reality of what was happening and I ran home. I know I must sound crazy, hell if it wasn’t happening to me I would call most lunatics if they described to me what was happening to them. That thing is hunting me, I don’t know how to escape it; I only wish I had a guardian angel to protect me; I wish Roger was here.

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Maleficent_Bag_1062

Rules for Escaping the Line Breaker

*It’s been a long, long, day, and you’ve finally arrived back at your home! You stumble inside wearily, shut and lock the door behind you, and are about to throw your bags down when you notice a piece of paper on the table. Curious, you decide to take a look at what it says.* “Rules for Not Getting Your Soul Eaten By Demon-Man Rule 1: Don’t stop reading until the end unless you want to have yor soul eatn by the demon man. Rule 2: Ignore all sounds outside because demon man tries to trick you. Rule 3: Don’t pick up the phone he is trying to trick you. Rule 4: Don’t move he can sense your movement. Rule 5: Make loud loud noises because it scares demon man away from you. Rule 6: Kys or get bad death.” *You can barely understand the incoherent jumble of words on the piece of paper, but as you try to process them, a loud shriek from outside derails your train of thought. At the same time, you hear a phone call, and recognize the number as being from a neighbor. Knowing who it is, you pick up the phone wondering if they’re the ones making that ruckus outside. The first words you hear come quickly, as if they’re in a rush. “Hey, you’re that one lawyer who lives in the neighborhood, right? “Yeah. Why are you calli-“ “Ok, so you fucked up big time, but please, please, PLEASE just stay calm and listen to my words. I’m guessing you read some random piece of paper, didn’t you?” “Yeah, and what about it? Are you the one making that horrible noise outside?” “No, I’m not, and the thing that’s doing that is a lot worse than some drunk teenager. Listen to what I’ve got to say, because you’re in lots of danger right now.” *You stayed silent and listened to what he had to say, but a feeling of skepticism lingered in your chest* “First, find some way outside your house. Now. It isn’t safe in there and the thing you’re worried about is going to be breaking in real soon. Oh, and take that piece of paper with you. You’re going to want to keep that.” “Second, once you get out, run. Make sure to check behind you to see if something’s chasing you, and if it is, go left or right.” “The thing after you runs in straight lines and is awful at turning, but it’s faster than a bull and far stronger than one. Only advantage you have is that it’s dumb as a brick, but honestly, that might just level the playing field considering you were dumb enough to read some random note on your table.” *Before you can respond with a witty retort, you’re cut off by the next set of instructions.* “Anyways, the thing after you is called a Line Breaker, or at least, that’s my nickname for it. It runs in straight lines and breaks whatever’s in its way. Don’t let it catch you because there’s no getting out of its grasp. All you can do is stay away from it.” “Now, go find the nearest fire, burn that damn piece of paper. Just get rid of it by burning it. Don’t tear it up or cut it because you’re screwed if you-“ *His words are cut off by a loud roar outside, and it seems that the creature is getting closer. This time, the man on the phones next words aren’t a set of instructions.* “Hang on, what the hell did I just hear? Are you still in your house when I told you to run?” “How do I know you aren’t some mugger trying to rob me or something, huh?” “I’m not joking. Get out of there now, or you’re going to die.” “This sounds like some god awful prank I’d have pulled in high school.” “You know what? Screw you. You’re a lawyer from what I know so I don’t give two damns if you get your back broken by that thing. Go fu- *His words are replaced by the cracking of a wall, and the view of your living room snaps to black before you cease to think anymore.*

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Ruleshorror

IwantToStayHome

How to get to Heaven.

# Look behind you. ​ You're an average 17 year old kid, walking back home from school, ready to hide that test result you just got, but fully knowing the teacher probably already called her. You get lost in the thoughts of what to say while crossing the road and you don't see a truck that tries to stop but ends up running you over. You die after a few minutes due to your weak body. ​ You wake up in a large empty black space except for a piece of paper written with ink on a grey chair. You approach it, and it seems like it is written in some language you seem to know but never heard of back on Earth. You start to read it and it goes like this: ​ HOW TO GET INTO HEAVEN: 1. For the future of you reading this, if you see anything here weirdly bold, it's my bad handwriting. I usually try to mark more on a l**e**tter I mess up writing. 2. You are currently in limbo and have a few minutes to imagine what heaven looks like in your mind, you will be teleported there. If you do not do this in time, *box with time small crush behind you look* You do not understand the end of rule 2, try to imagine something, and think "What if I think about Earth? Will I go back there?". You begin thinking about Earth but do not go anywhere. Suddenly, you notice that while you were creating the earth in your imagination, the walls of the box closed. It's getting closer and you immediately think about heaven, you start getting crushed and are about to blow up until you suddenly feel like you are good. You have now teleported into heaven. 3. Now that you are in heaven, you will see a God standing in front of you. Begin to ins**u**lt it, because it is a fake god. The entity will disappear and you will see a very disfigured tall entity. Pray to it, it is **g**od. Make sure to look up after doing so. If not, refer to 4a You begin insulting the fake god and praying to the other entity, although it seems familiar. 4. Proceed to close your eyes for EXACTLY 24 seconds, if you do more or less, refer to 4a. 4a. Remove a part of the in**k** and spray it on the ~~de~~ entity. You will be teleported to Hell. It is better than having both your **~~nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn~~** 4a. Do not touch the ink, punch it. Pray and run away, you're doomed until you find an angel**.** You close your eyes for 24 seconds, then when you open them, the first 4a disappears. The rules are very contradicting and confusing. You still do remember the former though. You look up. Grave mistake. A bunch of spiders launch at you and you rush to find an angel. You miraculously find one but it is staring. You don't understand why, it's your salvation. You continue reading while the Angel stares at you. 5. If you have an Angel staring at you, you have broken a rule. It is now coming to find you, It is faster than you. It will never tire out. 6. **St**ay still, It does not see you if you do not move. You realized your mistake. You stay still and read the last rule. 7. Do not follow the rules in bold, It changed them. If you do, I'm sorry. Too late for you now.

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Ruleshorror

Instructionsnofollow

Rules for virtual school

Hello! We are happy to welcome you to lemon and lime’s virtual school. Remember only the best of best get to take part in this amazing program. Of course since only the best get accepted here there’s just a few rules you need to follow to ensure you stay in this wonderful community, lemon and lime has so gracefully bestowed upon you. You have 7 classes each has their own special rules you have to follow, so pay attention. 1. Your first class is always p.e everyone’s is. Don’t ever turn on your microphone, it is seen as rude. If you turn it on by accident you will be given a strike. Be grateful, you get another chance. 2. In p.e you will have to do stretches, try to do them without breaks. We understand if you can’t do some of them. After class, inform the teacher you are not able to do a certain activity. She will let you off. 3. Every day you will do a different workout, for your first few days you will learn how to do these exercises properly, after 2 weeks if you still don’t know how to do the exercise. We recommend that you seldom sleep. The p.e teacher likes to make sure you know how to do the exercises properly. 4. After p.e class make sure you look around, if you spot anything missing or anything ‘new’. redo an exercise you think you had trouble on. Or accept a dream visit from our wonderful p.e teacher. She has a way of extending time. 5. We advise you to not look at a clock, that is if you have one nearby to turn it off or just not look at it. The only time you are allowed to look at a clock is after school, or at lunch time. It is not grade threatening but it makes your time at the school seem longer, much longer. 6. We recommend making friends. The more allies you have the less likely you are labeled someone undesirable. Being labeled undesirable removes your ability to make decisions. 7. Be at each class on time or at most 2 minutes after the class is supposed to start, not doing this or missing a class increases your chances of being labeled undesirable. 8. Keep your grades high! The higher they are the better. Don’t let us down, although if you are struggling with a subject our lovely special aid teacher, mister Monlokin. Will be glad to help you out. Just ask out loud for his help and the subject you need help with. You will meet him in your dreams. Remember, nothing in this world is free. 9. For math class, it is required you unmute yourself and answer at least 2 questions. They don’t have to be alway corrected. It’s the thought that counts. it raises your chances of being desired the more questions you get correct and the more you answer. Everyone loves listeners. 10. Science class is a bit different. Show no emotion in anything that our wonderful teacher is doing. Show, disgust, excitement or sadness in what she’s doing ensures that you will be made an example or worse, desired by the scientists who monitor the class. We are currently working on this issue. The more interesting and different you appear to them the more likely you will be called on to answer questions. 11. Don’t leave class early, you being in class ensures that everyone else stays on the other side. 12. Believe it or not but this school has a uniform. Our lovely female students wear a dark red collared shirt with black bottoms. And for our wonderful male students, they wear a bright red collared shirt with black bottoms. If you don’t have this ready for class refer to rule 12.a 12.a. Wear something similar, ladies if you don’t have dark red, wear black. Nothing bright. Fellas, wear white or yellow. Nothing with patterns. 13. Refrain from eating during class, especially in science class. Seeing you eat, will make it hard for our science teacher to concentrate. If you need to eat, do it discreetly, pretend to cough, wipe your mouth, etc. 13. For English class. It’s simple really, pay attention and don’t make mistakes. Our lovely English teacher gets so lonely. Play chess with them sometimes. It’s his favorite game. I’m sure you're familiar with the chess rules. If you forgot, here's a reminder. Be in the dark. Light 2 candles, have a sturdy table, you know the rest. 14. Your Spanish class is a bit different. Stand up and unmute yourself for the entire class. Don’t mute yourself, sit down or speak unless spoken too. She has a bit of a temper. Listen to what she says or she will get really mad. Lemon is asking for an excuse to terminate her. Get yourself in trouble, if you survive the consequences and succeed in telling lemon about the encounter you might get a reward. 15. We dont tolerate cheating of any kind. Although you do manage to cheat don’t celebrate or say anything about it. Lime doesn’t like to be fooled or lied to. 16. Have fun, make friends and get good grades. The most important rule of them all :) and once again. Welcome to lime and lemons virtual school. We are excited to meet you.

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Repulsive-Art-6072

Rules for taking out the trash.

You are driving alone on a chilly night after a long day at work, when you are suddenly teleported from your cozy car seat. And end up in a dark room with a desk, illuminated by a desk lamp. A note sits underneath the light. A clock sits next to the note, reading 3:00 AM.. "What the Fuck was that?!" you say, scanning your surroundings for answers. You then look to the desk, and notice the note, you pick it up and begin to read. Perhaps it can help you figure out what's going on? ​ ***Rule 1.*** *All trash must be taken out by the time I get home, which is around 6:00 AM. If I get home and the trash is not taken out, you will never leave, and ill make sure you learn your lesson.* ***Rule 2.*** *Only take out trash from the black bins, bins that are not black should be ignored, this is very simple. If you intend to keep your sanity, do not break this rule.* ***Rule 3.*** *You may only take out trash within the first five minutes of each ten minute interval. Example: X:X0-X:X5. Going outside before or after this time period is paramount to suicide. If you intend to keep control over your body, do not break this rule.* ***Rule 4.*** *After putting the trash in the outside bins and setting them to the curb, you will hear rapid footsteps behind you, it is paramount for your safety to not hesitate, look behind you, or fight. Sprint back inside and lock the door as fast as you can, if you intend to keep control over your own body, do not break this rule.* ***Rule 5.*** *You might notice a missing person(s), or missing relative(s) outside of the house while you are looking out the windows, or taking out the trash, they may even be whomever was chasing you after taking the bins to the curb. It is of upmost importance for your own survival that you do not interact, or try and speak with them. They failed to take out the trash, if you wish to avoid bleeding out on my yard, do not break this rule.* ***Rule 6.*** *Do not attempt to run away from my house, and the trash. He will catch you eventually. He may not be as fast as you, but he will never tire out, if you do not wish to take his place, do not break this rule.* ***Rule 7.*** *If you must use the bathroom, make sure to avoid making eye contact with your reflection in the mirror, that isn't a reflection, and I don't know how it got here, and I cant get it to leave. Everyone who ended up making eye contact just vanished, I assume they were pulled into the mirror.* **Rule 8.** *When I return, I will be in a black van with tinted windows. Refer to the subsets of this rule if a different vehicle parks in the car port.* **8A.** *If a White van parks in the carport, lock all windows, and the front door. Hide wherever you can, as fast as you can. They will not find you if you stay quiet. You cannot fight them, they will leave by the time I return, if they find you. They will take you, and you will not escape.* ***8B. i****f a blue van parks in the car port, you must greet whomever steps out and nock's on the door. Be friendly, and do not be rude. They will offer you a ride, kindly refuse, if they ask to enter the home, kindly refuse. Do not make eye contact, they view this as accepting their requests. If they become aggressive, kindly, but firmly shut the door, and lock it. Hide until I return. You cannot fight them. If they find you, or you accept any of their requests, you will take their place.* ***8C.*** *if a red van parks in the carport, you haven't taken out all of the trash, this was very simple. Please wait on the couch until I enter the home, do not run, do not fight, do not hide, and do not lock the door. This will only make things worse for you. You will not get away. I am not sorry.* ***Rule 9.*** *Once I return home, you will be rewarded for your efforts, do not deny this reward. Regardless of how gross, disgusting, or repulsive it may be to you. Otherwise you will stay here forever.* ***Rule 10.*** *Do not mention this to anyone once you leave, if you wish to never return. Do not break this rule.* You sit the note down, a chill running down your spine, the clock reads 3:10, and you make your way to the garbage can. This was my first rules horror story so I hope you guys enjoyed it! criticism is accepted. Just please don't be rude.

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Theoriginalmidgetman

A quick set of rules on how to survive in the woods!

*You were driving back home on a deserted road after visiting your family. You were quite sleepy, but you really wanted to make it home so you could rest in your comfortable bed! Minutes passed, and your "Check Engine Light" came on. Simultaneously, your car started to have a vibrating or shaky feeling. You stopped your truck, swore slightly under your breath, and went to go check the engine. Upon lifting up the hood, a wave of black smoke rushed towards your face, making you step back and start coughing profusely.* "Crap!" *you said in a pissed, but slightly afraid tone. Your home was approximately 2 hours from where you were, and there were no cars in sight. The roads seemed to stretch on endlessly, and you were covered by a thick forest. Sadly for you, you'll stay the night, in your truck, in the middle of nowhere.* *Fortunately, you had a surplus of foods and drinks, some blankets, and... a strange manual? You couldn't remember putting it with all of your stuff, but you may as well investigate it. In big white text, the cover read: "A Quick Set Of Rules On How To Survive In The Woods!". This seemed awfully suspicious and too "convenient", but you decided to flip through the pages and read what's on there.* **Here's a list of rules and tips you'll need to survive in the woods by yourself!** **Rule 1: If you have a vehicle, make sure to stay in it at all times and lock the doors. If you're unfortunate to not have one, find a "sheltery" place of sorts like a cave.** **Rule 2: Please do not leave your place of solitude at ANY TIME. If you must go to the bathroom, well... good luck I guess :)** **Rule 3: Please try your best to ignore any noises, voices, screams, or laughter. It's useless to focus on those things, and time's your enemy.** **Rule 4: Try to keep yourself out of any sight possible. The people in the forest wouldn't appreciate seeing you in their territory.** *You started feeling chills from this set of rules. Was this just some kind of sick joke? Are you wasting your time on nothing? Then again, you really had nothing to lose, and it was dark and chilly outside, so you may as well listen to the rules. You climbed back into my truck, locked the doors, and covered the windows with some of the blankets you brought. You continued reading the list of rules:* **Rule 5: Stay as quiet as you possibly can. Loud noises wouldn't be a good thing, right?** **Rule 6: It's strongly adviced you stay awake the entire night. Falling asleep may leave you vulnerable and... waking up to something wouldn't be a nice sight, and you have to be alert!** **Rule 7: Specifically if you're in a vehicle, you may here tiny "knocks" or "scratches". Stay as still as possible and quiet if this occurs. Wait until "it" goes away.** *Now you REALLY started to get freaked out. A large cloud of paranoia rushed around you, and you started to have even worse chills. So many questions popped into your head: "Who even wrote this? How do they know all of this?" Questions after questions kept piling up, but the rules list was almost over, so you decided to continue reading:* **Rule 8: There's multiple of them, so stay calm. Remember to not make too much noise because your life depends on it.** **Rule 9: If you see them, pray they didn't see you. Your shelter is your only protector afterall.** **Rule 10: When the sun begins to rise, the woods will be safe! You are free to explore, escape, or traverse them in the day.** **Be sure to go over these rules once in a while, so you don't make any fatal mistakes! I wish you the best of luck in surviving! :)** ***The book ends there.*** *The sky around you was dark, the forest was dark, everywhere was just darkness., and you swear you heard things in the forest. Was it paranoia, or was it real? Then again, as long as you follow the rules, you should be safe.. right?*

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Ruleshorror

Bloxiee

The Stewart Family

Hi, hello! You're the newest adopted addition to our family of 24, 35 if you count our cousins. But welcome! Welcome! Don't be afraid, we don't bite. We just have a list of rules, just to make sure that- everything will be okay. 1. Do not sit next to a male, that is disobeying of our family and Uncle Jonas will think that you have interest towards the male, and either make you get married right on the spot. Or unleash some cruel whippings. Mom and grandma thinks its funny, and I have to pretend that it is too, or else I might get "Mason-ed" but that's a story for another time. 2. As you can see, the family pictures are on display. You'll notice that there are some- ahem- additional members of the family! Don't ask at all. You don't want to end up like they have. 3. Presley is the favourite, maybe because she's the only biological child who's still alive. She hates when you say slang words, and if she doesn't like it. The parents don't like it, so don't ever use them in this house. 4. When the monthly inspectors come, they always ask us about the other kids individually. You always tell them that they moved on with their lifes, and live in a different country now. One time, a kid named Marshall. He lived with us for four months. He was 8 years old, and he couldn't handle it anymore, so he told the truth. Of course, Mother and Father were angry so they put him into a mental institution, he won't get out until he's 18 years old. He's 14 right now. 5. Don't question anything, it just makes Mom and Dad angry. They set the rules for the kids and they always expect them to follow them. 6. At 8:45, you have to be asleep, not in bed but asleep. Martha was once awake and now she doesn't have an eye. At dinner, don't look at the empty spot. It makes her upset. 7. Don't go anywhere, before the parents do. It's extremely disrespectful. 8. Fake cry, please. Or else they'll hit you even harder. 9. And lastly, don't question the food. The meal today is our old sister, Francesca. " Layla, Penelope. It's time for dinner." You heard your new mother yell. Layla replied," Yes, ma'am" while you replied, " Okay." Your new 12 year old younger sister, looked at you with fear and pity in her eyes. She leaned forward to whisper in your ear, " Looks like you're going to get your first beating already." ​

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No_Pattern8069

Chain Rules Killing Game

Have you ever heard the "Chain Rules" game ? Its a strange game i found on depth corner on horror website. Me and my friends found these game, and we decide to play it, and to be honest, its now my biggest regret ever. Before i tell you more about my story, i want to tell you the rules of the game, \------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PREPARATION *- At least 5 people needed to start the game.* *- Prepare a sheet of paper, each player need to write their own name, their wish and add bit of their* *blood as proof of participation, then burn the paper.* *- Each player then need prepare another 2 sheet of paper, 1 marked as "rules", and another as "game* *status"* *- The "game status" paper will update the game progress regularly, please keep the paper with you* *every time* *- Now, the players need to decide the turn order, all method to decide are fine, but if within 24 hours* *the order are not decided, the game will decide it for you.* *- After all is ready, the game can now start* GAME RULES *- The game will start exactly at midnight.* *- The last player now given 24 hours to write 3 rules, and "pass" it to first player* *- Any kind of rules are fine, there's no limitation of what kind of rules they can write. They can write the* *consequences of breaking them if they want* *- After 24 hours has pass, the rules will appear on every player "rules" paper* *- The first player then need to follow the rules written without breaking them for exactly 3 days start* *from midnight* *- If the first player succeed follow them, they given 24 hours to add 1 rule, then pass it to next player* *- The next player will given 3 days to follow the rules, and another day to add another 1rules if they succeed* *at following them* *- If player failed to follow the rules, then they lost the game, and the turn passed to next player.* *- The cycle of following and adding rules will continue until there's one player left.* *- In order to win the game, the last player need to follow the rules as long as how much the rules created* *during the game (ex : if the game create total of 10 rules, then they need to follow it for 10 days)* *- The numbers and difficulty of rules created will affect how your wish is granted in the end* IMPORTANT RULES *- Player shouldn't tell about the game, or the fact they play the game to every non player when the* *game is still in session* *- Player should NEVER compromised another player capability to follow the rules by any means* *- Failed to do 2 rules above will result in loss, along with heavy penalties* *- Once you participate the game, you can't back out* \------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, now you know how the games are played, and yes, i do play the game with my school friends, 6 of us. At first, we really think this is kinda, weird, but fun games, like, imagine funny and trolling rules we can create to mess with each other. So, we try the games. After we "participate" in game through some weird "rituals" there (i write "i want best quality pc gaming" for my wish) , we decide the turn order by playing lottery, and by great luck, i got the last position. So, the turn order are, Jack > Sam > Ariel > Noah > Wendy > and finally me, Because, i got the last place, then i have to write the first 3 rules, and i write them 1. *You need to do cardio at least 30 minutes per day* 2. *You need to slap someone at least once per day* 3. *Don't wear red clothes, ever* To be honest, i just make the rules randomly, it will be funny to mess with Wendy and Ariel, since i know they do hate workout, and i wanna get back at them for last year prank. So, the game begin and Jack turn first. He easily follow it, even slapping me for "create dumb rules", yeah guess it kinda backfire on me. On the 4th night, the new rules appear on paper, 4. *If you awake at night, and see shadow figure looming at you, punch it. Failed to do so will result you* *dragged to other world* "What the hell ??? what kind of mess up rules it is" i think this is really stupid. Jack do love horror movies, but did he really need to add spooky rules like this ? Anyway, its Sam turn, and i hope something not going to happen. But of course, something do happen. At midnight, about minutes from midnight, the a day after Sam turn, the "game status" paper suddenly glowing. I grab the paper, and a lines suddenly written there **"Sam failed to do rules 1 . Sam eliminated from the game"** Guess what ? Sam dies. His family heard his screaming really hard at midnight, and found his dead in his room. We are all panic, we try to talk , but in the end we just frustrated and fight each other, blame each other, well, of course it is, since we know, only one can survive in the end. But there's nothing we can do but keep playing the games. Since Sam failed his turn, its Ariel turn now. Nothing happened for several days, until the 5th rules added to the game, which is really shocking to me, and im sure all my friends are, *5. You need to consume at least 100g of nut everyday* Noah has severe nut allergic. This is no longer a game, this is a deathmatch now \----------------

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Ruleshorror

SeraExecfia

Rules for the rest of your life (2nd Edition)

You wake up, just a normal day. You go through your routines brushing you teeth, eating breakfast, showering, etc. You decide to go out for lunch today, you leave at 4:30, and, as you're going, you notice a piece of paper in your car, you pick it up: One day, you're gonna notice. It doesn't matter when, or where, but it will happen. You could just be looking at your phone, or eating a meal, but you'll see it. A shadow, of what looks like an octopus fused with a human. It will appear for only a second, but by then it's too late. The rules have applied. Rule 1: Your home is no longer safe. You must not go back, to do so is suicide. Find a new, secluded area. Someplace that wouldn't draw much attention, (however it must have a secret bunker. That'll be important later).That means goodbye to anything special. Rule 1a: Any pets at your house are already dead. The thought of them may lure you back, don't let it. Rule 2: At this new home, you must wear a disguise everytime you leave, and do not leave for more than half an hour a day. Along with this, everytime you leave you must wear a different disguise, and go out through a different way. Rule 2a: If at any point, you leave your home for more than half an hour, or let it see your face, then run, find somewhere to hide, go to a different city, province, country, anything, just don't let it catch you, if it does, it's better to kill yourself than to let it catch you. Rule 3: Always keep suicide pills or a gun on you. If any rules are broken, it's better to use them to let it find you. Rule 4: If at any point during the day the moon turns red, along with a red tint, that's a blood night (not to be confused with a blood moon), during these, you may not leave, you must hide in your bunker. There must be one weeks worth of supplies in there. Rule 4a: You may leave when you hear a low, buzzing siren. Any other type, and you must not. Infact, hide yourself more. Rule 5: It's sense of smell is impeccable. If you ever get a cut, cover it immediately, the smell of your blood will alert it, and there will be no hope for you. Rule 6: If you ever open a door and there are mannequins in the room, notice how they're placed. Rule 6a: If they're sitting in chairs, and facing away from you, you're safe, and you may leave your house, or stay out. It's under protection. Rule 6b: If they're sitting in chairs and facing towards you, refer to rule 3. Rule 6c: If they're just on the floor, that means it's found you. Refer to rule 2a. Rule 7: During the nighttimes, you may not leave, and stay upwind of any windows. Don't enter their sight. If you do so, refer to rule 3. Rule 8. Every few months, you must find a new house. A new shelter, and burn down the old one. This will throw it off it's scents and may ensure a longer life for you. In the event you take more than 6 months to do so, refer to rule 3. Rule 9: Do not attempt to get any exorcisms or get blessed by a priest, that will only make It easier to find you. Rule 10: You won't survive more than ten years. You become worried as to how someone planted this here, but out of the corner of your eye, you see a shadow of a person with tentacles, and you look at the time: *5:04*

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Ruleshorror

Dont_Stay_Gullible

Rules for the rest of your life.

If you're reading this, know, you're not safe anymore. Wether it be you were just going on a walk, or planning a nuclear attack, it has been angered, and it won't stop now. These rules will apply from now till the rest of your life, but follow them and it might be just a bit better, so good luck. Rule 1 (Superceded by rule 1.1): If at any point you see it, do not, I repeat do NOT run from it, you can't outrun it. Instead simply stand completely still if it looks at you, and hide when it stops. Rule 1.1: If it sees you, and starts coming closer, run. Run and far and fast as possible. Stopping or slowing down for even a second means the end. Rule 2: avoid being alone at the following times: 4:44 AM/PM, 5:15 PM, 12:00 AM. This rule is more of a precaution to a necessary rule. Rule 3: If ever your walking somewhere and everyone starts to look very familiar, but, at the same time, creepy, then try to blend in and go to more secluded areas. Do NOT speak or interact to any of them. Rule 4: If any of these rules are broken, please break the container at the back of this paper. We'll collect your body in the morning. Rule 5: Never forget that it's still chasing you. No matter how much time has passed; a month; a year; ten years; doesn't matter. It's still chasing you and will continue to do so. Never forget. Rule 6: It's existence is your existence, if you die, it dies. You are linked this way. It is trying to kill you to break this link. If at any point, it's almost able to, kill yourself. You don't survive either way, but this way no one else must suffer. Thank you for following the rules, and do-'- F0---- ?!-#+_-j8-4( . . . . . . . . . Rule 7: Don't look behind you.

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Ruleshorror

Dont_Stay_Gullible

How to make her yours! 🫀

If you're reading this, you're in love! Whether it be that young McDonald's server who got dealt the wrong hand at life or that supermodel who lives oh so close to you, this guide will help you! Now, this guide is only for the most determined of individuals so if you don't believe you can follow these rules set them down, and accept that you'll be alone for the rest of your miserable life! SECTION A-GETTING TO KNOW THEM This section is all about getting to know your future love through casual conversation and regular visits to their place of work A1 - Make sure to visit their place of work often, don't let your shyness get the better of you, and initiate casual conversation, Some great topics include; -how their day has been -how they're feeling -what time they leave work -their relationship status -where they live A1.1-if they state that they're already in a relationship, you MUST be prepared to eliminate the threat to your eternal love, no distractions. A2 - visit their place of work often! Any points to strike conversation should be taken, but always be sure to leave before others notice. Also, try to catch them off guard, this is better for further hiding yourself from others, with no distractions. Note-Don't be deterred if they seem uncomfortable or stressed, people show strange signs when they're in love. SECTION B-MAKING YOURSELF STAND OUT This next step is all about making yourself stand out from the crowd, Don't let yourself be just another aspect of their miserable life, here are some ways to make them notice you! B1 - Make sure to always visit their place of work, and try to start a conversation, If they ignore you or tell you to "Go away" before they "Call the police" they're just playing hard to get! B2 - After they finish work be sure to not give up! Continue to follow them, and make yourself noticeable to them, Some ways to do this are; -Walk just a little bit slower than them to make yourself stand out from other passers-by -Try to hide crudely behind random objects when they turn around, they'll just love the play flirting! -Make sure to bang nearby objects to make her notice your presence, again, stand out among the crowd. As a side note, any sort of resistance or change in emotion around you should be treated as an extra challenge, they're just playing hard to get. SECTION MAKE HER YOURS FOREVER, STEAL HER HEART AWAY C1 - Now that you've finally made yourself a part of her life, it's time to make her yours forever, Follow this section of the rules perfectly, prison is the only thing that'll get in the way of your eternal love. C2 - You must get into her home, This should be easily done with some lockpicks and dark clothing as there'll be few people in the night, and any witnesses must be eliminated. C3 - Once you are in her home it's time to make yourself at home! Set up shop in the basement or attic, you'll have to wait for the time to strike. After a few months, she'll finally begin to believe that no one is stalking her anymore, Perfect now it's time. C4- Try to make as much noise as possible in the basement by this time, she won't be afraid to check, not anymore. C5-Embrace her into your arms, wrap your hands around her neck, strangle her, and watch the life SLOWLY DRAIN FROM HER EYES, SHE IS NOW YOURS FOREVER. C6-Grab any sort of sharp object you can after she is incapacitated, bring it down to her chest, and steal her heart, she is now yours forever. I hope you enjoyed this simple ruleset on how to make her yours forever, Now get out there and make me proud! Lots of love, secret admirer

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Ruleshorror

CrazyCai122

Security breach

*Note: this message was the last to be sent from Dr. Rammanade, and has been redacted for your safety.* Greetings, Agent A9032, we regret to inform you that in your sector at *[REDACTED]* there has been a breach, and the *[REDACTED]* has escaped. Untill we can trace it's location and bring it back, we have implemented safety procedures for everyone to follow: S.P. 1: Eating at the sector will now only be done in groups of twelve. Twelve only. Along with this, everyone must use their left hands, and food will be eaten using the wrong cutlery. Breaks to use the restroom will be built in, and everyone will be notified when they leave and return. If at any point you notice thirteen people, someone eating with their right hand, or someone using the right cutlery, you must activate sequence ZZ4263-END. S.P. 2: Nobody may enter room 515 untill the entity returns. If you notice anyone entering that room, activate sequence ZZ4263-END. S.P. 3: At every day, from *0900* to *1600* everyone must take fifteen minute sessions with Dr. Randall to ensure safety. During this time, anyone who is not in session will resume their work as usual. S.P 4: TH35E 15 NI 3*S*KAPA JT K1II5 4LL T6E 3ND 1S N>!E!<4R+_-) S.P. 5: Anyone suspected of being infected with the disease spread by *[REDACTED]* will be locked in the quarentine room, killed, and their body will be left to disintegrate. If this happens, please do not resist, we does not want to have to use the "Special Method" on our dear workers. S.P. 6: Flames will be avoided by all workers due to prior incidents. If you see any flames, please exit the room and destroy activate sequence B-(Room number)-O² Sequence ZZ4263-END: This will be activated in the specified cases above. To activate this, please use the code *[REDACTED]* on *[REDACTED]*. This will destroy all sectors of the institute and will kill everyone related to it. Rule 7: There is no rule 4, if you ever see a rule 4, you have been infected and must return to your sector for quarentine. Thank you.

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Dont_Stay_Gullible

The Workout

Do you feel as if something, is missing? Do you feel like your life lacks direction? That your ambitions have led you so far astray from your purpose, that, you don't really know who or what you are supposed to be anymore? I felt like that once, too. So I did something about it. I disciplined myself, committed to a specific sequence of actions, and found that my problems, were not so big anymore. What I undertook might help you out, if you are afflicted with the above, but I shall warn you now; this is far from easy. Failure to heed my instructions to the letter, will result in a most unfortunate outcome for you. If this does not sound palatable, simply disregard the remainder of this letter, and continue with your life as you were. If, however, you're intrigued, or desperate, enough to continue, I shall outline how you can correct the course of your life for the better, with a simple Workout. To start, you will need; a timekeeping device(analog is preferable), a shaker of salt, enough to create an unbroken circle, a single pillar candle(the colour of the candle is broadly unimportant, however, under no circumstances use a red candle) and some portable method of lighting it, such as matches, a sheet of paper, ideally of A4 size, and a writing implement, such as a pen. The location of this undertaking is vitally important; you must begin in a building that has been abandoned, for a period of at least 9 months. Best results are achieved in a building that lies abandoned for at least 10 years, but the former will suffice. The location of the building is important, for reasons that will be made apparent later. Do not, and I mean, DO NOT, attempt to perform this in an open area not in a building. The time at which you attempt this workout is also of vital importance. It must occur on the night of a New moon, the final new moon of the year, to be precise. To attempt it at any other time will result in failure, failure not without consequence... 1. To begin, walk to the building in which you intend to complete your workout. I do indeed mean "walk there", do not travel using any form of vehicular transport, public or personal. 2. Once you have reached the premises, enter the building. Locate a room without windows. No natural light must enter the space in which you are to perform this workout, so block the underside of the door in/out of the room if you must. The precise time of day is not important, but it must be after sunset, and before 3am. Do NOT attempt the process outwith this range of time. Additionally, make sure that no sources of natural phenomena I.e. wind, are able to enter the space. Believe me when I say, you do not want so much as a tiny draught disrupting the process. 3. Set up the space as follows; stand in the middle of the room(or your best approximation of it), place the pillar candle around 6 feet in front of you, do not light it yet. Take your paper and writing implement, and write the words "I wish to regain what was lost". Place the sheet of paper on the ground, on the other side of the candle, 6 feet from it. Prick your finger and allow a single drop of blood to splash on the paper, and no more. Allow a second drop of blood to splash on the wick, but no more, so as to not make the candle unable to be lit. If you cannot light the candle, immediately stop what you are doing, gather up your supplies, and return home. You will have to wait until the last new moon of the following year to try again, I am afraid. 4. Once you have lit the candle, immediately surround yourself with an UNBROKEN oval or circle of salt, one large enough to feasibly carry out your workout in. Do NOT leave the circle until the process is complete, no matter what you may perceive. 5. Once the salt circle is complete, stare at the candle flame, unblinking. Repeat in your mind the words "I wish to find my path". Keep repeating them. Keep your attention focused on the candle. It will start to flicker. This is fine; it indicates that things are proceeding correctly. If, after 5 minutes, the candle remains completely still, do not proceed. Gather up your supplies, and try again the following year. 6. Keep repeating the aforementioned phrase. The flame will continue to flicker. As it flickers, the urge to break your gaze and look around the room will intensify, and eventually, it will become unbearable, but you must resist! To fall at this stage, would be most unfortunate for you. The flickering will become increasingly more frenzied, but you must hold fast. Eventually, the flame will flicker so chaotically, it will go out, leaving the room in total darkness. 7. At this stage, you will think that you have done something wrong, that this part of the process has in some way been interrupted, and you may think that looking around the room will help. IT. WILL. NOT. Keep your eyes EXACTLY as they were, DO NOT look away from your present position. After another five minutes, the candle will re-light itself. At this point, you may break your gaze from the candle, and you should immediately observe, that you are not alone in this room anymore. 8. You will sense a presence, across the room from you, where you placed the sheet of paper previously. You will also observe a region of darkness not illuminated in the same manner as the rest of the room by the candle, in that exact place. If you locate a presence anywhere in the room other than exactly there, DO NOT PROCEED. Politely apologise to the presence, and return your gaze to the candle. Once you can sense that there is nothing else with you, remain inside the salt ring until sunrise. The candle will not go out, but do NOT leave the salt ring under ANY circumstances, it is not safe. 9. When you have located the presence, speak aloud the words "Please show me the way". The candle will flicker once, to show that the presence has accepted your request. If the candle remains still, speak aloud your request, as many times as it takes, for the candle to flicker once. Do NOT proceed if the candle flickers more than once. Repeat the apology steps in step 8. 10. Before you begin, set your timekeeping device to time for a total of 25 minutes, not a second more or less. Once you have set the timer, the true process will begin, so, take a moment to ready yourself. 11. Once the time has begun, ready yourself to perform the following physical exercises in order: Jumping Jack Bicycle kick(each leg) Press-up Squat One-legged Squat(each leg) Mountain Climber(each leg) Abdominal Crunch Leg Raise Dorsal Raise Lunge(each leg) 12. You must perform each exercise in order, returning to the first exercise to start the next set. You will continue this for a total of nine full sets of exercises. Each successive set increases the number of repetitions of each exercise you have to make, by one. This means that, by the ninth set, you will be performing nine repetitions of each exercise. The presence will not move, nor make a sound as you do this, but do not mistake its inactivity for inattention. It will be observing, silently, patiently. 13. While this routine sounds entirely reasonable, especially if you happen to be athletically fit, and in-shape, you must maintain PERFECT form of each exercise as you perform them, throughout the entire process. Should you falter in form through an exercise, you will know, by the large, deep gash, at least five inches long, that will appear vertically down your back. It will hurt, a lot, but you must keep going, and for the love of all that is good, correct your form. When this happens, you will notice the presence move closer to the candle, a foot closer, to be precise. 14. With every slip-up, you will be dealt an additional gash, with the gashes forming an almost tally-mark. The presence will move one foot closer, and a low growling sound will also become audible, growing louder with every infraction. Let me put it in very plain and uncertain terms; you do not want to have any more than four slip-ups. If a fifth slip-up happens, you have angered your correspondent. The candle will instantly extinguish, and may god help you. 15. You will observe that, with each successive set, your body will feel heavier, as if something is pressing down upon you. This feeling will increase exponentially, as you progress. By the fifth set, you will be under considerable physical stress. By the end of the seventh set, you will be struggling considerably to hold your body up. On the ninth and final set, your body will feel like it is about to give out on you. You will feel as if the very weight of the world is on top of you, crushing every square inch of your being. You will almost certainly feel as if you cannot go on, that completion of the routine seems physically impossible. You will be sweating profusely, veins bulging out of your skin, face tinted red, almost purple, tears will stream from your eyes, under the stress of your present undertaking. You will feel as if your muscles are tearing, your ligaments being shredded by the oppressive force that seemingly threatens to destroy all that you are, and ever will be. You will feel utterly lost, completely hopeless. You will want to submit, you will want to give up, you will almost be willing to give anything for this ordeal to end.... 16. BUT YOU MUST RESIST! You must remember that this feeling is only temporary, and it too shall pass, once you pass. You must not relent, no matter the pain, no matter the stress, no matter how much the odds feel stacked against you. You must push through it all, you must triumph, you must prevail! To falter at this stage, to allow the process to get the better of you, would be the most unfortunate possible outcome you could possibly achieve. 17. Should you endure, should your physical mettle and mental fortitude prove sufficient to resist, you will know, as once you have completed the workout, your body will feel weightless, as if buoyed against the weight of all that life brings. You must stop the analog timer, and turn to face the presence. You must then bow, and thank the presence for helping to show you the way. The contents of the thank you will be up to you, but keep it polite and respectful. You wouldn't want to anger your correspondent, at this stage, trust me. 18. Once you have given thanks, focus your gaze onto the candle again. Stare at it, repeating the words "I have seen the way", until it flickers, and eventually goes out. Continue staring at it, and ignore all that you might perceive in your periphery. Once the candle re-lights, the presence will be gone, and you will be free to step outside the salt circle, gather up everything that you used in the process, and return home. 19. You must now sleep. For how long is not important, just ensure that your body and mind receive adequate rest, after what they have just been put through. 20. When you awake, you will feel more relaxed than you ever have at any point in your life, and your head will be completely clear. At this point, you should keep an eye out. Opportunities will begin to present themselves to you, and should you take advantage of them, accept them completely without asking, you will find that the quality of your life will surely take a turn for the better. You will succeed in all that you set out to achieve, and your body, while still physically the same, will be incredibly resistant to all of the ravages of disease, and misfortunes of physical injury. Your life will finally feel complete, on the right path, and you will have all that you thought was missing. 21. These gifts aren't just bestowed upon anybody, and you might feel like everything in life has become beautifully simple. Some theories point to you having done all of the heavy lifting in your life when you attempted the process, so to speak, but these are mere sentiments. You have more than proved yourself, now enjoy the best of all that life has to offer! Congratulations! 22. I should include a small number of additional notes, for I would be remiss if I did not. Once the process has been successfully completed, you may NEVER attempt it again, for you have no need to, right? You might, in the days following your workout, sense, something... nearby. You might spot a shadow in your periphery, that, upon turning to face directly, disappears. Do not worry, this is normal. The presence occasionally sticks around for a short time after the process, and it will usually fade from view after a few days. You may wake up in the middle of your sleep, during the night, and notice it in the corner of your room. Do not panic, and, do not look at it for too long. I would advise that you do not switch your lights on during this time, as you may risk angering it, and all of your work will have been for nought. Simply, look anywhere around your room, keeping track of it in your peripheral field of vision, and, after a few minutes, it will disappear. While you dream, you may catch a glimpse of it in there. Do not let on that you saw it, and do not in any way interact with it. This is a surefire indicator that it will be in your room, should you wake. And, my last piece of advise is; never, and I mean, NEVER, return to the location in which you performed the workout, ever. To my knowledge, anyone who has, has never returned. I have a small number of seemingly anecdotal accounts of other participants, who, upon completion, during the closing process of staring at the flame, have noticed several presences appear around them, only to fade when the candle re-lit. Those individuals who experienced this, all went missing a number of days later, with seemingly no trace of them ever having existed on this earth. If I didn't know any better, I'd wager that they had been selected, or perhaps a better term is "recruited" for something. In any case, if you feel that your life is missing something, I am sure that you will be able to work it out...

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Infamous_Public7934

A Cruel World (Part 5)

Previous part: [A cruel world (Part 4)](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/z1h82i/a_cruel_world_part_4/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android_app&utm_name=androidcss&utm_term=1&utm_content=share_button) You immediately run, run to the house as fast as possible without looking back, dropping e everything you had. Your thought go flying through your head, a million at a time, you just want to be safe, for Jane to be safe... Thirty seconds later, out of breath, you reach your home. Searching behind you one last time before entering. Jane is there, with some kind of wire in her hand, next to... A working clock? She had found a way to power the clock, and now you could see the time, it was 5:54. Where you lived, at the time that meant roughly an hour before sunrise. You approached her, and she asked "what happend?". At this point, Jane had proved that she could handle whatever you were going to say, and so, you didn't lie. You told her about the rules, and the Trixie, and how you had dropped everything to run back. She looked scared, and a little sad, but you told her everything was going to be fine, there were just four days eighteen hours left, untill you looked at the clock. *9:21*? How was that possible, you certainly had not been talking for three hours, and you definitely would have seen a bit of sunlight from outside. You look out, it's daytime. "Perfect", you whisper, and get ready to leave, when Jane asks to come with you. You reply that it's too dangerous, but she insists she can handle herself. You guys get into an argument, after which you specifically state to Jane that she may not leave. You head to the market, on your way, you find another piece of paper. Thinking they're more rules, you look at it. What you see shocked you. A message, written in what looked to be blood, saying: "THEY ALL THINK IM CRAZY I KNOW WHAT I SAW" repeated many times. On the last line, it says: "I'm sorry, to all of you." In normal ink. You already hated this place, but this, this just made it ten times worse. You consider going back to the house, but a small part of you knew you needed to get food and water. So very quietly, remembering what you read about the monsters hearing, continued towards the market. When you reached the market, you immediately ran in and ducked behind the counter, thinking it was the right thing to do. Five seconds later, you were glad you did. You heard a screech from outside, louder than could be produced by a human, and it certainly did not sound human. You heard it getting closer, and closer, and closer, untill, you saw it. It was a giant flower with teeth, with nine long, pitch black tentacles, and the legs of a spider randomly contorting. You hid yourself as much as possible, covering your ears and hoping that it wouldn't find you and would just leave... Then it looked right towards the counter, and screeched again, much louder than before, parting your hair, and pushing you back before leaving. After your encounter with what you could only imagine to be Satan, you just wanted to leave, then your heart dropped. What if it was going to the house? Without grabbing anything, you immediately ran to the house. You didn't care what monsters might attack you, or torture you or mangle you. As long as Jane was safe... You arrive, you enter the house, to find... Nobody? Jane wasn't there, there was no sign of anything else having entered, but the door was cracked open when you entered. You thought maybe you entered the wrong house, but that was impossible. It looked exactly the same, and not just exactly like the same design, it had everything we had put in it, same stains, same wallpaper, same chairs, everything. You turn around, and hear a scream, and your body fills with dread as you realise it's Jane's voice. You run, and run, and run, untill you reach the voice, but as you're running, you realise it's closer to the market. But you don't care, you keep looking for her, and find the market, which was definitely the area from which it was coming. But you stopped in your tracks. The same monster was there, and through the windows, you saw Jane behind the counter, crying. You're simultaneously relieved and terrified, waiting for the monster to leave, and it does, but, realising you were right behind it, as it turns around you dive into the side, hoping it didn't hear or see you. After a few seconds of it just standing there, you think you're safe. Immediately after you realise you were wrong. One of its tentacles lunge at you, you barely get out of the way, but it grazes you. You feel horrible pain, but you can't just stand, you run away from it, but it's faster, it's about to reach you, when suddenly; *Thud* The monster halts for a second, and turns around, a rock was now on the floor, right behind it. This gives you just enough time to run away from it, but you can't leave Jane. You silently enter through the open back window, and look for her. You see her, next a few rocks, in front of the counter. Before the monsters sees her, the two of you run out the back window, and back to the house. You reach successfully, and look for something to help you with the pain of your injury. But overtime it fades. Surely your most challenging night so far, and you can do nothing but dread what arrives at night four...

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Dont_Stay_Gullible

My Sketchy Hotel's Strange Rules

As you may already know, we flight attendants sometimes have to sleep in hotel rooms. Even though that might seem like a dream come true since staying there is paid by the airline companies and it looks like 'free travel,' we sometimes can get stuck having to stay the night at sketchy and unsafe hotels, whether there are hidden cameras somewhere in the room or creeps lurking around. Or like the hotel my colleague and I are in right now, which has a list of these bizarre rules that we apparently had to follow.Here are the rules: 1. All doors must be locked at all times. Only unlock them when you actually have to go through them. That includes the bathroom door too. Especially the bathroom door. 2. Go to bed no later than 9 PM. 3. If you hear an animal outside, especially a dog, do not open the door. The animal might sound like it’s whining in pain. That is not an animal. There are no animals around here. 4. If someone knocks on your door, unless you had invited somebody from before and you are sure who that is, do not open the door. They might even look and have the same voice as a relative. That is not who you think it is. We are sure we do not need to tell you who, or what, is hiding behind that door. 5. When you go to the bathroom for a longer period of time, leave the door open. You will not have time to escape if it appears to be there. 6. If you wish to leave earlier than intended, just go. We do not care about your experience. Just go. 7. We do not allow for two people to stay in the same room. If there is somebody else in your room right now, leave the area immediately. That is not whoever they may appear as. They can create false memories. 8. If, while you are sleeping, you get the feeling that you are being watched, that is probably because you are. Do not open your eyes. If you do open them by accident, you might see a silhouette of a man whose only huge grin and white teeth will be visible in the dark. Close your eyes immediately and try to fall asleep. He just wants to watch. 9. When you wake up in the morning, if you see bruises on your body, that means you are welcome to spend the night there again. It means they liked you. If not, leave. Otherwise, you might not wake up after the night you go to bed again. They might not even find your body. 10. Buy and eat food only outside. We do not have a vending machine or a kitchen. If you see one of those two, you are in trouble. 11. Always keep the curtains and the blinds closed. There is no view for you to see through the windows. If you want a view so badly, then you should have gone to another place. 12. If you followed rules #11 and the blinds and the curtains are not closed, close them again. If you see a masked man or a clown through the window staring at you, go to the bathroom and lock the door. Pray that he does not come inside. No police can save you."We hope you enjoy your stay!"I should probably burn this before she reads it.

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IntStories

Welcome to the Crystal Bay Aquarium! (2)

Good morning! By reading this letter, we extend a very special congratulations from the Management team. It means you have survived your first several shifts and can listen to basic directions without question. Many of our new employees aren’t employed for quite this long for a myriad of reasons, but that is neither here nor there. You’re here now, so today you will be moved down a level into Below the Surface. This floor will be much bigger and far dimmer than Ocean Tides. Be sure to keep your eyes peeled (though if you’re unlucky you might not have a choice) and pay attention to your surroundings. Darkness can play tricks on your mind, so it will be up to you to determine what is reality and what isn’t. Are you ready? All general rules still apply. If you need a refresher, feel free to refer back to your first letter! No shame in getting a little extra help. Also, please be sure to read EVERY guideline BEFORE beginning your shift. It is crucial to your work. Now, onto the next level. - Below the Surface - 1. After doing your daily inspections as usual, be sure to double check the light settings in the maintenance room. You are not to tamper with the lights at this time. Make sure each slider is in it’s proper place marked by a freshly painted line. 1a. If it seems that the sliders are not in their proper place, you are given permission to slide all switches down as to make sure it isn’t too bright for the animals, they will be ok in the dark. 1b. Before you turn off the lights, please assess your surroundings and keep your eyes on the stairs you descended from as you do this. You will need to run as soon as all the lights are turned off and there is no guarantee the light from the stairs will still be there once you look away. 1c. Run as fast as you possibly can. They can match your speed, but need time. Don’t give it to them. 1d. Remember to contact maintenance personnel and inform them of your findings. They will understand and fix the lights. Under no circumstances should you EVER descend the stairs until the lights are returned to their normal state. Maintenance personnel are trained for these tasks and will NEVER ask for your assistance. 2. Once we officially open, the first person you will meet is Nancy! She is a lovely regular visitor and is always a joy to chat with. Feel free to introduce yourself and strike up a short conversation, she will watch over you as you work. 2b. If you don’t strike a conversation with Nancy, that’s alright. She will understand and keep her distance, though she might not show up as much anymore which can make your work a little more stressful, but perhaps you work better that way. 3. Be sure to walk around and keep tabs on the various fish in the tanks, and pay extra attention to those in the Kelp Forest exhibit. Fish aren’t the only things that love to hide between the kelp. If you are asked what is in the kelp, simply say it is just our groupers resting. 3b. The fish get fed by scuba divers every 2 hours. Assist our divers backstage with everything they need to do the feeding. It will be your job to make sure nothing and no one is missing by the end. There are usually no complications as long as feedings are all on time. 4. While standing by the reef exhibits, be sure to not stare too long all the bright colors and fish. They’re meant to distract you. 4a. If child goes missing in the reef exhibits, contact all security personnel IMMEDIATELY. YOU ARE TO TAKE PARENTS AND GUARDIANS BACKSTAGE TO THE SECURITY ROOM AND MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE KELP FOREST. 4b. Work quickly and spot anything out of the ordinary in the kelp. Do not hesitate to contact our divers for another feeding time. 4c. If nothing can be spotted or found, do not panic. Report all findings to your nearest supervisor and do not raise alarm. There was nothing you could’ve done. They don’t always like what we give them. 5. If you’ve made friends with our crabs, feel free to leave your floor for NO MORE than 15 minutes to talk to them. They are very kind and will help you in ways we can’t understand, but they mean no harm. 6. Remember that things can be different in the dark. Use it to your advantage. Let them think you’re tired and hallucinating. Don’t let them know you’re keeping tabs on them. That about does it for this floor. It’s a little more complicated, but, if you follow everything to a tee, you should be fine. We wouldn’t have put you here if we thought you couldn’t handle it. Keep up the good work! Also, don’t speak about them until you’re outside the Aquarium. They can’t hear you off the property. Don’t, and we mean DON’T, ask who “they” are. They’re different for everyone. You’ll just know. Have a safe shift! - Management

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Wooblegoo

Welcome to the Crystal Bay Aquarium!

Welcome to the Crystal Bay Aquarium! Hi there! Welcome to the Crystal Bay Aquarium. We’re so excited to have you on board as one of our newest members! It’s been a while since we had someone join our team and cause for ocean conservation, so to help you out we have created a list of guidelines to follow. There’s more to come but the first day is usually the hardest. There will be three floors of the aquarium: Ocean Tides, Below the Surface, and Deep Exploration. They each have their own guidelines so please listen carefully. -General Guidelines- 1. The Aquarium is open 10:00 am to 6:30 pm. Guests may stay a little later to browse the merchandise, but all MUST leave by 7:00 SHARP. The aquatic animals get quite impatient and cranky when dinner is delayed. 2. All floors have 3 emergency exits. These exits are to be unlocked at all times. Test them by using your keycard. The scanner on the right should tell you anything abnormal. If any are found abnormal, report to the nearest supervisor IMMEDIATELY. Failure to comply may result sudden termination. 3. Guests are to be BEHIND the tank railings at all times. Any guests found breaking safety protocol shall be ejected from the aquarium and the entire area must be inspected by maintenance personnel. That does it for general guidelines of the aquarium. They sound harsh but I promise these are for both guest and personnel safety. Now, onto guidelines for each level! You will be working your way down from each floor, so please pay attention and keep up. However, because this is your first day, you will only be on the Ocean Tides floor. Read the following guide lines and have a safe shift! -Ocean Tides- 1. After making sure all emergency exits are normal and working, be sure to head to the back closet and grab some food to prepare for feeding time. The birds get particularly picky at times, but their favorite should always be on the third shelf on the very left. There is no light in there so please remember to bring your phone as a flashlight, however make sure it’s not too bright. Blinding lights can make them agitated. 1a. If their favorite isn’t on the shelf, but instead on the floor, let your supervisor know that the bird’s food has been tampered with. They will understand and make sure the birds are fed properly. MAKE SURE THE DOOR IS LOCKED BEFORE YOU LEAVE. 1b. If it is on another shelf, DO NOT REACH FOR IT. The birds have been fed. 2. Walk around every exhibit and examine the glass tanks. If any cracks appear, do not worry they are designed to crack every now and then. Contact maintenance personnel. 3. The crabs love hiding. Feel free to play peek-a-boo with them every now and again! They love to play and make excellent friends. 4. Remember to stay behind the railings even as aquarium personnel. The only ones allowed to bypass this are supervisors and maintenance personnel ONLY. Anyone caught breaking this shall be TERMINATED. 5. DO NOT enter the door with a sign of stairs on it. It is NOT real. It will appear from the hours of 2:00 pm to 3:36 pm. UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES SHOULD YOU EVER OPEN IT. Guests cannot see it, so do not raise any alarm. 5a. If curiosity gets the better of you, we can only pray for your safe journey home. We still wait for Warren to come back. The birds miss him dearly. 5b. If you resist, you may hear screaming and pounding. The door may rumble and bend, but continue to walk away and ignore it. It will disappear soon. 6. The touch pools should be monitored at all times if you’re on touch pool duty. Children tend to poke and prod the animals. Show them how to properly touch them and put the animals back. Any child found to be disobeying these rules shall be removed from the touch pool area. Do not hesitate to contact proper personnel for removal. 6a. If a child is alone, do not contact personnel unless a parent or guardian has been located. If none can be found, contact authorities and send personnel to the Cephalopod exhibit for inspection and retrieval. These aren’t becoming too hard to follow are they? These aren’t “set in stone” rules as it always seems the aquarium evolves with the times, so be sure to listen to your seniors as you work with them. It could save you a lot of trouble… Have a good first day! - Management

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Wooblegoo

You are in danger. You must act quickly to survive.

*EMERGENCY ALERT* *Received less than 1 minute ago* This is a message of the National Bureau of Civilian Safety sent to all individuals within a 40 kilometers radius from the Treskow-on-Sea Parapsychology and Advanced Mental Research Institute. A severe non-disclosed failure has taken place in this facility which compromises the safety of all citizens nearby. If you are reading this message, **YOU ARE IN DANGER. YOU MUST ACT QUICKLY TO SURVIVE.** The estimated time you have to protect yourself is: > *---7 minutes and 32 seconds---* **It is too late to leave.** Your best chance of survival depends on the strict compliance with this rules. Act swiftly and orderly. Read this advisory message while you start preparing yourself and your loved ones. If you are at home, go to section A. If you are in a public building, please follow the instructions you will be given by the pertinent authorities. If you are outdoors, go to section B. If the estimated time, according to your current location, is less than 5 minutes, go to section C. **SECTION A** What you should do: * Try to collect the largest amount of tap water you can while the water supply still holds. * Gather as much supplies as you are able, only if you are sure that you will be able to come back to your residence before the countdown stops. * Silence will be your friend for the following days. **All noise above 30 dB (whispering, rustle of leaves) must be actively avoided.** Animal Welfare and Protection Act-2017 has been revoked until further notice. Pets and other animals that cannot be granted to remain silent may be euthanised if required. * Close all doors and windows. Do not let light from the inside leak outside. Nevertheless, avoid dark corners in your house. If a room cannot be properly lighted, **the room must be sealed**. * It is vital to remember the number and position of all windows in your house. In the event of an unknown window appearing where there was none, **LEAVE YOUR HOUSE IMMEDIATELY**. * Mirrors must be covered or destroyed if necessary. * Although counterintuitive, avoid basements or any space below surface level and rooms without windows/only with one door. It is easier for them to trap you there. * Time may flow strangely during the following days. Keep yourself oriented with an analogue clock. Do not trust electronic devices. The closer they are, the slower time will go. Remember to be as quiet as you can. If all clocks stop suddenly, **LEAVE YOUR HOUSE IMMEDIATELY**. * If you can see them, they can see you. * If they have spot you, go to section C. * This measures will remain in place until further notice by the NBCS. Do not trust anyone or anything encouraging you to leave your house until an official statement by the NBCS. * In the unlikely event of being forced to evacuate your house, go to section B. **SECTION B** What you should do: * If you are able to return home or seek shelter in a public building-relative/friend/acquaintance's house, do it before countdown stops. * If not, you ought to look for designated Level 1 shelters in your area on our website. * Do not trust sudden hospitality from total strangers. * Under no circumstances you should go into a Level 1 "shelter" if it is not marked with a double green diamond. That is not a shelter. * In the unlikely event of being outside without shelters nearby once the lockdown takes place, go to section C. **SECTION C** What you should do: * First of all, keep calm. Do not act briskly. Remember the golden rule: be quiet. * Unfortunately £&@-8)((2 there is nothing you can do. They are here. There is nothing you can do. It will be painless believe me. there is nothing you can do. theyarehere.there is nothing youcando. icanseeyou iamhere letmein there's nothing to be afraid

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Dalbavancin

Welcome to paradise island!

**Welcome to paradise island and resort!** Welcome to paradise island and resort! We really hope you enjoy your stay. Our private resort is situated in a lush archipelago covered in fine sand, dense jungle and unique rock formations. At Paradise Island and Resort, we strive to provide a wide range of amenities and activities to ensure that our guests have a truly memorable and enjoyable stay. **We are situated in an area where storms and tropical cyclones often occur, so we have provided a set of rules for you to follow to ensure that you have an amazing time with us.** 1. We have a tropical depression warning system in place. If you ever hear a loud crackling siren, it is our tropical depression warning system. There is a storm forming nearby our resort, and it is advised either to go back to your cabin or go to your nearest storm shelter. These shelters are marked on your map. If the siren does not crackle and/or is extremely high pitched, please cover your ears, return to your cabin and contact a member of staff. They will take care of this anomaly very soon. 2) Only enter a storm shelter if it is on your map. If you see a storm shelter that is not on your map and has a red door, go to another one that is on the map or return to your cabin. After this contact a member of staff and inform them of the anomaly's location. We will take care of it shortly. If the shelter looks unusually decrepit and has a purple door, be sure that the path doesn't have any tree roots or moss on it, then run and do not look back. They probably haven't had a meal in ages, and once they capture you, your family may never see you again. 3) If the announcement system turns on announcing an unusually strong cyclone, follow this set of rules. 3a) If you are in your cabin, close all doors and windows and return to the restroom. Fill the bathtub with water, and then enter the closet. After 5 minutes, if the announcement does not stop, exit your cabin as quickly as possible to your nearest dock and enter the boat. Don't worry about your stuff, we'll send it back to you, the strong winds will definitely anger them and after the storm ends they will be extra hungry. You don't want to end up as their meal. 3b) If you are not currently in your cabin, do not try to return back. Instead look on your map and go to the nearest storm shelter. Then talk to one of the employees, and they should put your name down to mark your safety. 4) If you ever see a janitor wearing a blue baseball hat, his name is Joe. Be sure to get on his good side because he pilots all of our emergency boats away from the island. If he doesn't like you he has the right to kick you off the boat at any time, so if you see him be sure to say hi. 5) If you ever see a member of staff wearing a purple garment on any parts of their body, they were blown here by the wind. Ignore them at all costs. They cannot touch you, but if you hear intense rustling to the bushes run fast. They will use the tree roots. Don't trip. Joe will help rip the roots off the path afterwards so if you see him make sure to report the location of the anomaly. **We also have a set of rules from our dining hall. The food here is exceptional but is not prepared by humans, but unless you don't follow these rules you should be okay.** 1. If you didn't order the food that you were delivered, you can tell one of the servers. Do not eat the food, otherwise you're gonna end up vomiting. 2. If you eat any foods and you immediately start vomiting, contact a staff member and catch the next boat leaving the island. They either sent the wrong order or the cooks don't like you, but either way you'll probably end up attracting them, and the next day you will wake up in a straitjacket witnessing your family's death. 3. Don't look up. The ceiling might drip blood on you, don't worry about it and just wipe it off. If you get annoyed about the constant dripping ask to switch seats and it should stop. If it drips in your food and you eat it, you will immediately start vomiting and as you've seen from the previous rules you should probably go. We hope you have an amazing time at Paradise island and resort! If you have any questions, feel free to call the front desk at +00177 with any phone. Have a nice stay!

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/168qhap/welcome_to_paradise_island/

Ruleshorror

PyroPog

Rules for What the Fuck?

"This is a safe space. I'm listening to you," the therapist said, gesturing to his patient to begin talking. Brick shifted around in her chair. She was not very comfortable talking to the therapist - she was intensely afraid of all other humans, even her own family. "Can I leave now?" Brick asked. She looked at the time on her phone worriedly. It was ten fifty-six. She started sweating, but did her best not to show how scared she was. The therapist sighed. "It's alright if you aren't comfortable, but just give it a shot. I promise I can help." He stood up and revealed a crumpled piece of paper. "If you ever feel unsafe, follow these rules. They're a guide for surviving any situation." He placed the paper in the hand of Brick, knowing very well he exaggerated how useful the guide was. It was simply a guide on deep breathing and preventing panic attacks, but he wanted to stress the simplicity of therapy. It was nothing to fear. ​ Abruptly, Brick stood up and dashed out the door, yelling "I'm going to the bathroom!" as she slammed the door shut. ​ The hall of the therapy facility was extremely friendly. Brick heard the chatter of children playing board games in another room, the receptionists answering phone calls, and soft piano music playing from a patient who had recently overcome a physical disability. However, Brick was not soothed by any of this. She dashed into the isolated third-floor bathroom and pulled the door shut. Brick checked her phone. Ten fifty-nine. She dreaded what was about to happen. She almost hoped that it wouldn't happen today. Brick silently walked to the small window looking into the courtyard. In the courtyard, patients strolled alongside the grass and made small-talk with each other, discussing the news or weather or whatever people pretend to enjoy talking about. She peeked down at her phone again. Eleven o'clock. In the courtyard, the patients' flesh ripped apart, and they transformed into hideous monsters with expressionless faces. As if a bomb had exploded, chaos and screaming split rang out throughout the building in a split-second. The monsters tore each other apart, slashing at each other with huge claws. Sometimes, one monster would kill a smaller monster, and Brick would have to look away. The courtyard was filled with carnage and loose skin on the floor. Brick rushed into the farthest stall from the bathroom door and locked herself inside. She heard clanging and scratching in the hallway outside. She heard something enter the bathroom, slamming the door open and stomping inside. She saw the shadow of the creature outside her door. Why was it waiting in the bathroom? Usually they went to the streets to bite and scratch each other. Did this one know she was in here, or was it just random chance? She silently unraveled the paper the therapist had given her. She only had to wait for ten minutes for the monsters to turn back. ​ She stared at the paper in disbelief. The paper was scribbled all over in creepy pictures and evil sounding words. The original title, "Rules for Meditation" was scribbled out, and in its place the title "RULES FOR WHAT THE FUCK?" were present. The paper's original rules were almost completely scratched away, and someone had used some very long nails to write their own rules. ​ \- **Rules for What the Fuck?** Rule 1: Be comfortable where you are. Rule 2: Be alert, try to pay attention BE ANGRY. BITING - SCRATCHING - WHAT THE FUCK? Rule 3: Be patient. NEED TO WAIT - TEN MINUTES - SKIN? Rule 4: Take deep breaths. Feel your stomach when you breathe in. DON'T LET ME - HEAR YOU Rule 5: Turn off your phone. To meditate THESE RULES - HAVE NO - PURPOSE ​ The rest of the rules continued like that. Brick didn't know whether to laugh or cry at her ridiculous situation. She could die in the next ten seconds, and here she was, trying to read a guide on meditation. Not even a guide on meditation - a paper of insane ramblings from something she couldn't begin to understand. However, when Brick looked at the bathroom stall, she realized something had been written on the wall in pen. She heard the raspy breathing of the monster on the other side of the stall. Brick read the rules. \- ​ **Rules for Surviving in this Stall** 1. The monsters should be outside. As a rule of thumb, try to stay in isolated areas away from the huge crowds. 2. Don't check your phone while they're around. If you get a call, immediately reject it. Your phone has a little bit of flesh inside of it, it can transform in the same way they do. 3. Do not turn on running water or flush the toilet. It will start filling the bowl with blood with eyeballs in it. Those eyes can see you. 4. If you read things written in scratches, try to ignore them. Those are not written by a human. 5. The monsters can't talk, but they can cry and yell nonsense. An easy way to tell if the person you hear is real or not, just listen to how they talk. If they talk calmly, they can't be a monster. ​ Brick heard someone talking from outside the stall. **Rules for the Friend** 1. "Hello? I can see your feet under the stall. I'm not one of them, they're all outside. If you think I'm a monster, then yell out at me and I'll leave." 2. "Hey, this is my regular hiding spot. Can you let me in? Oh - I have another rule here for you, 'If you see someone enter with red shoes, they're real. If they have blue shoes, they're just pretending to be human.' It's a good rule - write that on the wall, will you? My shoes are red, see?" 3. "Okay, quiet treatment then. I'll give you more tips on how to survive. I do this every day. 'If you see a door appear in the bathroom wall, do not enter it. It will fall straight into the basement.'" 4. "Just talking to myself I guess. 'If you ever come face-to-face with a monster, try to run away and into a crowd of monsters. They're more focused on killing each other rather than you.''" ​ Brick wanted to believe this. Everyone she knew transformed into a monster daily, and they laughed at her when she said how scared she was. No one believed her stories of monsters crawling throughout the city everyday at eleven o'clock for ten minutes. No one except for this person. She wanted so badly to see this person, and she no longer felt afraid. ​ **Instructions for Opening a Locked Bathroom Stall Door** 1. Find the lock on the door. If the lever is up, push on the door to open it immediately. 2. If the lever is not up, grab it and slide it to the right. Flip it up when it reaches the end, then proceed with rule one. 3. In the event the door is stuck because a large object is in the way - such as a person blocking the door from the other side - ask the person to move or crawl under the stall to the next one over. ​ **Instructions for Crawling on a Bathroom Floor** 1. Get down on the floor and begin to move using your elbows and knees. Try to squeeze underneath the stall door. 2. Avoid getting your face close to the floor to minimize accidental contact. 3. Make sure the other side of the stall is clear when you emerge. If you see someone on the other side, politely ask them to move so you can continue crawling. ​ **Guide to Painting Portraits** 1. When painting, start off by setting an under-color for the skin tone of the face. In this case, we will be using a pale red to show the raw bloody skin of our subject. 2. In the second step of the painting, begin to make the shadows and highlights of the face with broad shapes. Here, we will be showing the darkness of this face in the unlit bathroom, and then making the eyes the center of attention using bright strokes of startling white. 3. Render the details of the painting. In this case, the subject's teeth must all be rendered using very sharp brush strokes, and the claws will be detailed using neutral shades of gray and white. The claws in this case will occupy a large portion of the canvas, dragging along the floor and leaving marks. ​ **Rules for Destroying Bricks** 1. Bricks can easily be destroyed using blunt force. They are commonly destroyed on accident when they are dropped. 2. Bricks will not bleed when cut. 3. Bricks will not tear apart when bitten. 4. Bricks do not have layers of flesh. ​ **Rules for June Fourteenth** 1. The city has declared an emergency. Today, the body of a girl was found in the third floor bathroom stall of a mental health center at 11:10. All citizens must stay inside until further notice. 2. While nothing out of the ordinary happened that day, Brick's death was extraordinary, seemingly happening in a secure location. The city has mandated that all children may not be left unattended. 3. Our detectives have found no solid leads other than bite marks on the body. It has been determined this death was the result of a freak bear accident. All bears must be shot on sight within city premises. 4. The federal government has decided to build a series of interlocking walls around the city to prevent citizens from leaving. Citizens caught trying to escape will receive the death penalty.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/167smqy/rules_for_what_the_fuck/

Ruleshorror

Duytune

console rules

1. the whispering voice: if you hear a faint, whispered voice coming from your gaming headset, respond with a whispered "i'm listening." Be cautious with what the voice requests. 2. the phantom controller: if your controller starts vibrating inexplicably, do not let go of it. Grip it tightly until the vibration stops. Losing your grip may have dire consequences. 3. the cryptic messages: if in-game characters start delivering cryptic messages or warnings that seem out of context, write them down immediately. These messages may hold clues to your survival. 4. the frozen screen: if your game suddenly freezes and displays a single word in an unfamiliar language, repeat the word three times in a hushed tone. This might unfreeze the game, but proceed with caution afterward. 5. the time loop: if you find yourself playing the same section of the game repeatedly without explanation, follow a different path each time. Breaking the loop is your only way out. 6. the spirit: if you feel an icy chill on your neck or a sudden drop in temperature in your gaming room, do not look behind you. Finish the current level as fast as possible and exit the game. 7. the haunted save file: if you notice a new save file with your real name, avoid loading it at all costs. Delete it immediately, or it may haunt your gaming experience. 8. the inventory sacrifice: if you encounter a choice between sacrificing a valuable in-game item or your character's health, always choose the item. Sacrificing your character may have dire consequences beyond the game. 9. the glitched reflection: if you catch a glimpse of movement in your screen's reflection that doesn't match your surroundings, pretend not to notice and continue playing. Do not investigate. 10. the dead silence: if all sound in the game suddenly goes mute, unplug your headset and listen closely to your surroundings for any subtle, out-of-place noises. Your safety may depend on it.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/167l7ox/console_rules/

Ruleshorror

JacketCompetitive353

camp rules

1. rule #1: never leave your cabin after dark. he lurks in the woods. he is always waiting. 2. rule #2: don't answer calls from unknown numbers. the last camper who did is still missing. 3. rule #3: keep your campfire burning all night. it's the only thing that keeps them away. 4. rule #4: never speak the name of the forest's ancient guardian. you might summon it. 5. rule #5: if you hear a child's laughter in the middle of the night, don't follow it. it's not what it seems. 6. rule #6: do not enter the abandoned cabin at the edge of the lake. there are things in there that hunger for company. 7. rule #7: always check your shoes before putting them on. you never know what might have crawled inside overnight. 8. rule #8: avoid the path marked by twisted trees. those who walk it face consequences. 9. rule #9: if you see a shadow figure by your bunk, pretend to be asleep. it might go away. if not, go to sleep immedietaly. 10. rule #10: never, ever look into the mirror in the old washroom after midnight. you will be visited by a non-friendly "guest"

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/167n5ve/camp_rules/

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JacketCompetitive353

School Rules

School Code of Conduct [part 2] `|Homework Diary . . . Page 2|` 17. When switching classes, aleays know where you're going. If you don't know, ask someone or just follow someone. They can sense uncertainty, and they hate it. 18. If you're more of a loner, you may keep to yourself, but it will be better if you try to be at least a bit outgoing. People may help you if they know that you are not a GSS student and you are in a bit of a situation. 19. At lunch, always leave a small bit of food, even if you or your parents packed it, keep a bit, like a crust on your bread, or olives, anything that you can share and throw it into the ditch outside Mrs. Malay's classroom. 20. If you were registered as a boarding school student, refer to page 23 in this Homework Diary. 21. The library is out of bounds to anyone below the sixth grade. They have their own library, and they know this. If you see a grade 5 or younger, tell them to leave. Be stern. If they don't, take the nearest item, be it a heavy book, a computer, your bag, anything, and throw it at them. They will either screech or dissipate. If they screech, refer to rule 21. A), if they dissipate, refer to rule 21. B). If they do anything else, maybe gurgle or just stay put, refer to 21. C. 21. A) They screeched. You need to take whatever you threw at them and hit yourself repeatedly in one area until you start bleeding. Hopefully you threw something sharp at them. If its not working and you are not bleeding, take a sharp object, touch it to the object you threw, and then cut yourself in an area where you will not bleed out. Drop one drop of blood as near as the child as you can. They will immediately stop and leave. Clean up and act as if this never happened. 21. B) If they dissipated, you are safe. Take whatever you threw carefully and replace it where it was. If it's broken, do it anyway, we don't mind. 21.. C) If they did anything else, you need to run as fast as you can into the quad, where hopefully, some people would be. If there is no one, sit on the floor, take anything you can to draw, even if uts your own blood, and make a circle around yourself. Be quick. Sit in the middle of the circle and breathe deeply. Focus on only your breath. Do not open your eyes. If it is morning, stay like that until someone arrives. If it is a GSS student, close your eyes again and continue until someone else arrives. If it is afternoon, keep your eyes closed until the sunset, and if it is night, keep your eyes closed until sunrise. Do not fall asleep, but stay calm. 22. Please be respectful to your teachers. 23. You may talk in class once your work is done. If you are talking and your work is done, and your teacher tells you to stop, remind them quietly that you are finished. Do not be rude. If they persist, say: "Do you need to get something to eat?" They will leave the classroom for a few minutes. 24. If someone says "Do you need something to eat?" To you, stop what you're doing, calm down, and then walk away. 25. If someone is getting worked up, ask them if they need something to eat. They can sense anger, and if you want to see your peer again, please follow this rule. *How long is this list?!*

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/167iizl/school_rules/

Ruleshorror

BlackCatsandmovies

safety and tutorial for the night shift

1. If you see something off on the cameras, report the anomaly on your left d1 laptop. 2. Look closely and memorize things. The anomalies will change them. 3.If something went wrong, there will be a warning. Ex: !THE ETERNAL SHADOW HAS ENTERED (ex room). DO NOT SWITCH TO THE CAMERA UNTIL FIXED! 4. If you see a figure in the corner of your room, report using your left d2 laptop. 5. Do not attack the figure. It will not be hurt, but you might be. 6. Do not listen to strange whispers.

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/167n1zf/safety_and_tutorial_for_the_night_shift/

Ruleshorror

JacketCompetitive353

gaming rules

gaming rules to ensure ur safety while hoopin on 2k and other games 1. if you hear 3 sniffs behind your chair, that sound something like this pattern: .. . , do not turn around. focus on the game. 2. if you hear tapping, like: A: window tapping, relax on your chair for 10 seconds minimum. B: floor tapping, keep your toes off of your floor. C: ~~screams~~, it is ABSOLUTELY CRUCIAL that you focus on the game and on the game only. 3. if you hear wall scratching, refer to rule 1 4. if you smell something unusual like socks, he is trying to lure you into sniffing more. do not try to smell whats having the scent 5. this is similar to Noir from wttg2, if you see a figure about 1 to 1.5 meters away from your window, turn around to your monitor and **FOCUS. ON. THE. GAME.** 6. last rule. i have encountered this so many times and had to survive it. **If your eye vision starts zooming in, your heartbeat raising, and you hear screams and thoughts all the time in your mind,** **~~you have to act fast. this can also encounter in your sleep.~~** **go to your toilet, look at the mirror for 3 seconds and check for any facial features that seem to be off. if everything is clear, wash your face and go back to gaming. B: if something is dislocated, common ex: nose, ear or jaw, turn off your computer/phone for atleast 1 hour and try to go to sleep. YOU DO NOT WANT TO MEET THEM.** ​ stay safe gamers, and please do not get dreadified. oh and i also forgot to mention, panic will also make everything worse (excluding rule 6 reference, it is normal to be panicking, it is a panic attack.)

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/167kyo0/gaming_rules/

Ruleshorror

JacketCompetitive353

rules for the intruder

there's a threat in town, to survive follow these rules. 1. Have security cameras in so you can look over the footage in the morning. 2. Don't stare at the intruder it doesn't like that 3. If you see a shadow in your room it's here 4. Don't attack it you can't kill something that's already dead 5. It's afraid of the light so have a torch ready 6. Keep all windows locked and your bedroom door shut 7. Keep still it can sense movement 8. If you have any pets keep them locked up in their kennel ​ (thanks for reading! this post is based off my shot horror story on r/shortscarystories)

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/166pg3t/rules_for_the_intruder/

Ruleshorror

BLIXER_609

Creepy Corner

r/https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3BLYsxLG-eg&t=11s We moved into a neighborhood of older homes, we didn't know our house was possessed by a demon. Listen to this and see what happened.

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/91nes5/creepy_corner/

freehorrorstories

Vicariah

Love Spell Gone Wrong

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXgRCP7jIu4&t=16s](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TXgRCP7jIu4&t=16s) I was heart broken beyond description. I found a love spell. This was a BAD idea. What happened next was a terror that I would not wish on my worst enemy. Watch to see what happened next!!

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/91nbpj/love_spell_gone_wrong/

freehorrorstories

Vicariah

[TRUE] paranormal experience

I’m a 16 year old male and I used to be a bit skeptic to all things paranormal until one weekend at an abandoned house. To give some back story I was with my two best friends at the time Delaney and Julia, we were home alone and bored at delaneys house with nothing to do. I can’t remember whose idea it was but one of us had the idea to drive around some of the old dirt roads and check out abandoned buildings. There are allot of abandoned places around where we live, it’s pretty far out in the country surrounded by either farms or woods. So we went to the first two old tobacco houses, took a few pictures, and just sort of goofed off. We got back on the road and saw an old unkept driveway. Keep in mind hardly anyone lives on this road. So we decided to drive down the drive way despite Julia saying we shouldn’t because it didn’t feel right to her. Not the fact that it’d be trespassing just that she had extremely bad vibes about that place. However Delaney and I insisted. We drove down it and it went pretty far back into the woods. This is where weird things started to happen, we parked the truck in a little clearing and noticed an abandoned house in the distance. However before we got out of the truck the front sensor went off beeping like crazy, then so did the back one. It was as if someone had walked around the truck. The weird thing about this is we were parked in a clearing so there was nothing to make the sensors go off. Even if there were they would have gone off before we even parked the truck and wouldn’t have just randomly gone off in that order. Delaney and Julia were kindve freaked out, but I just ignored it, it wasn’t until later that this would freak me out too. We all got out of the truck and started walking towards the house, I was in front with my friends waking a decent distance behind me. If l’m honest I was just showing off and acting fearless. I wasn’t that scared until I saw her, a woman. A woman with dingy unkept looking hair in a colonial style dress looking around the corner of the house. She looked at me and just put her finger up to her lips and shushed me very loudly. The feeling I had is almost indescribable, imagine feeling as if all sense of safety and protection is gone and you don’t feel at all happy. My heart felt like it stopped, I started crying I was so scared. I knew she wasn’t human, I don’t know how I just knew. I turned around to my friends and screamed run and started sprinting back to the truck. My phone flew out of my pocket about halfway back to the truck. My friend Julia told me this had happened and I told her leave it. Now if you know me, you’d know if I’m ditching my phone I’m serious. Julia’s and Delaney got back to the truck, we tried to open it but it was locked. Delaney reached for her keys but they were gone, and so was Julia’s phone. It’s as if whatever that thing was, was trying to keep us there. Delaney ran back and picked up Julia and I’s phones and found her keys. We got in the truck and floored it out of there back to delaneys house. You might thing it’s just coincidental we dropped all of our things, but the thing is our phones and delaneys keys were all deep in our pockets and it didn’t make sense for them to just fall out on their own like that. Later at the house we were all talking about the entire situation and I was explaining what I had seen. My friends didn’t even hear the shush, nor did they see the woman. I was afraid they didn’t believe me but Julia reassured me the look on my face and tears were proof enough for her to run as well. We later found that there have been a few sightings of ghosts on that road by workers at Fort Pickett, a military facility near by.

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/8x9sp5/true_paranormal_experience/

freehorrorstories

Ben123108

My paranormal experience

I’m a 16 year old male and I used to be a bit skeptic to all things paranormal until one weekend at an abandoned house. To give some back story I was with my two best friends at the time Delaney and Julia, we were home alone and bored at delaneys house with nothing to do. I can’t remember whose idea it was but one of us had the idea to drive around some of the old dirt roads and check out abandoned buildings. There are allot of abandoned places around where we live, it’s pretty far out in the country surrounded by either farms or woods. So we went to the first two old tobacco houses, took a few pictures, and just sort of goofed off. We got back on the road and saw an old unkept driveway. Keep in mind hardly anyone lives on this road. So we decided to drive down the drive way despite Julia saying we shouldn’t because it didn’t feel right to her. Not the fact that it’d be trespassing just that she had extremely bad vibes about that place. However Delaney and I insisted. We drove down it and it went pretty far back into the woods. This is where weird things started to happen, we parked the truck in a little clearing and noticed an abandoned house in the distance. However before we got out of the truck the front sensor went off beeping like crazy, then so did the back one. It was as if someone had walked around the truck. The weird thing about this is we were parked in a clearing so there was nothing to make the sensors go off. Even if there were they would have gone off before we even parked the truck and wouldn’t have just randomly gone off in that order. Delaney and Julia were kindve freaked out, but I just ignored it, it wasn’t until later that this would freak me out too. We all got out of the truck and started walking towards the house, I was in front with my friends waking a decent distance behind me. If l’m honest I was just showing off and acting fearless. I wasn’t that scared until I saw her, a woman. A woman with dingy unkept looking hair in a colonial style dress looking around the corner of the house. She looked at me and just put her finger up to her lips and shushed me very loudly. The feeling I had is almost indescribable, imagine feeling as if all sense of safety and protection is gone and you don’t feel at all happy. My heart felt like it stopped, I started crying I was so scared. I knew she wasn’t human, I don’t know how I just knew. I turned around to my friends and screamed run and started sprinting back to the truck. My phone flew out of my pocket about halfway back to the truck. My friend Julia told me this had happened and I told her leave it. Now if you know me, you’d know if I’m ditching my phone I’m serious. Julia’s and Delaney got back to the truck, we tried to open it but it was locked. Delaney reached for her keys but they were gone, and so was Julia’s phone. It’s as if whatever that thing was, was trying to keep us there. Delaney ran back and picked up Julia and I’s phones and found her keys. We got in the truck and floored it out of there back to delaneys house. You might thing it’s just coincidental we dropped all of our things, but the thing is our phones and delaneys keys were all deep in our pockets and it didn’t make sense for them to just fall out on their own like that. Later at the house we were all talking about the entire situation and I was explaining what I had seen. My friends didn’t even hear the shush, nor did they see the woman. I was afraid they didn’t believe me but Julia reassured me the look on my face and tears were proof enough for her to run as well. We later found that there have been a few sightings of ghosts on that road by workers at Fort Pickett, a military facility near by.

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/8x8wsl/my_paranormal_experience/

freehorrorstories

Ben123108

[True] a protection item is useless, a big brothers love is better.

Hi I'm Cole pillow I'm 13. I play football and I'm 5'11 215. I'm 3 percent body fat. However, my personal details are not what you are here for. This story happended a few days ago. Don't believe me I won't care. My brother named Will was sitting in his room one time and he heard a noise...a strange noise. He's 11, we were sitting beside each other playing pubg at the time so I heard it too. I ran to the closet, were I thought I heard it. And there I saw, my suitcase from our last trip to Disney was there. In my brothers closet. I hear my brother screaming. I run back, I find a small item of my step sisters flew across the room at him. I look up and yell at whatever was causing this, "GET OUT OF HERE YOU PIECE OF SUPERNATURAL ****." Soon the noise of wind pierced my ears, it's as loud as those loudest noise on earth videos on YouTube. I yell again, "LEAVE NOW!" The noise dies down. My brother was clutching a pillow. I looked at a piece of paper on the floor and it read, "You maybe powerful. But you can't beat me Anna." I attempted to tear the paper but it wouldn't rip. So I burned it. Soon though, my parents came home with chinese food. I was happy. I'll update you on this Anna situation.

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/8sfweg/true_a_protection_item_is_useless_a_big_brothers/

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Gctfootball65

[TRUE] My stalker story

This happened last year, when I was 15. Me and my friend, I’ll call her Kate we’re messing around in our neighborhood one day. We were on the side of the road, playing around with sparkles and other stuff like that. Suddenly, Kate said to turn around and look behind me. I did, and when I looked at the home behind us, I saw someone looking through the window. I couldn’t really tell what he looked like, so I just ignore it and turned around. A few minutes later, Kate said to look again. I did, but this time there was a woman with him at that window. They were just staring at us, and I began to feel uneasy. But again I turned around and ignored them. As the sun went down, I walked back to my house which was across the street and Kate went to hers, which was a few blocks away. A couple hours later, at around 10, my phone lit up. I was watching Orange is the new black, so at first I ignored it. Then I got another alert, so I picked up my phone and looked at the screen. My two alerts were from Snapchat. Someone added me, and their username was something like Jayden with a few numbers after it and then they sent me a picture. I waited until the episode was over to open it. It was a black screen, with a message saying, hey. I ignored that message. Around 6-7 minutes later, I got another Snapchat, from the same guy and this time, it was a black screen saying why didn’t you answer. Again, I ignored the snap and went back to Netflix. When my phone buzzed again, I didn’t look at it. Throughout the episode, I got around 4 more alerts which I all ignored. Then I fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning, I had 11 alerts. Most of them were black screens saying why aren’t you answering, or, I know you’re awake answer me. But the last one freaked me out. It was a picture of my house, taken from across the street, with a caption, answer me now. I was stupid, so I didn’t screenshot the pictures. But I did block him. I didn’t hear anything for a few days, but then I got another alert that someone added me. It was the same usernames as before, but with a 1 after it. Then I got sent multiple snaps. I didn’t open any of them, because I was in class. Four hours later, I checked my Snapchat. All the pictures he sent me, were pictures of me. Some were during lunch and some were when I was walking home from school. Again I blocked the user, and I didn’t get any screenshots Last night I got a snap of my window, again taken from across the street and from the same user, but this time with a 2 after it. I told my dad and he freaked out and called the police. When they arrived, I told them everything but they couldn’t do anything since I didn’t get any screenshots. I’m don’t know what to do Update 1: I deleted Snapchat. But he has found me on other social media’s. I’ve blocked him on everything, and I’m thinking about deleting everything.

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AEllis1007

(TRUE)So close to a school shooting

This year we had a sub at school but only till lunch. Are teacher said that we were so good with the sub(which we were not) we could eat lunch in the class room. Then I was checked out from school by my sister who we will call jami.(btw I go to a charter school)I went to grab lunch before I left. I realized that every class was going to eat in the classroom. When I got in the car I asked why I was checked out. Jami said that some students one who was 12 and one who was like 17 stole some guns from a store. They previosly mentioned shooting up the school. I was freaking out cause my best friend was still there and had no idea at all. It was my first year there and I always had a problem making friends. Cops were all over but high school did not go on lockdown but everyone else did. Thank god they were found but ever since all I could think about was what if. Also I know that this is not that scary but all i can think is it was not just me and some friend but a highschool a jr.high a elementry and a preschool

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Hypno_Rat

A disturbing chase. (TRUE)

This only happened yesterday, when me and my best friend were just hanging out as we normally do at my house. We were really bored, so we decided to talk a calm walk around my neighbourhood. Or so we thought. So let me tell you about my block. There is a hospital nearby, and my neighbourhood has a history of drug and alcohol related 'incidents', but those don't happen very often. Never the less, it was kind of dodgy. So, me and my friend, for privacy reasons we'll call her N, were talking, messing around and such for the entire walk, having a blast in eachothers company. Until we were about to reach my house to finish the walk. Now, let me set the scene. So we had just turned a corner to walk down our street, with houses on one side, a parkland on the other side, and a two lane road separating them. My house is right next to the parkland. N and I were walking down the footpath on the side of the parkland towards my house, in silence, just taking in the views I guess, I don't know. But when we were about 50 metres away from my house, I heard a footstep around 15 metres away from me and N. Only one. I casually turned around, expecting a young teenager or an older person, because that's usually who we see walking along these footpaths in my area. But what I saw will be burned in the back of my head for years. 15 metres away from us, there was this... 'off' looking man. He looked young, I'd say mid 20's. He had a skinny figure, and dull, but fierce, looking eyes. He wore a dark hoodie and jeans, and he was looking at me with this unsettling look in his eyes. But the absolute worst part of this was that the man was limping very aggresively, walking very quickly towards me and N. It looked unnatural. It looked like he was POSSESSED. And he was grinning at me with the most creepiest smile I have seen in my life, it was twisted, his head was cocked to the side, and the man's teeth were so yellow I could see it from 15 metres away. He looked psychotic, and he looked like he wanted to harm us, in the most brutal way imaginable. I whipped back around and told N to start to quickly walk back to my house, because running might make the man angry and run after us, we don't know if he's high, or drunk, or not. But I was too panicky I didn't even mention why we should haul ass back home. N turned around and almost screamed, and stared in shock, I've never in my life seen someone pull that kind of face before. I grabbed her wrist and we sped up to reach home. ...I turned around and the man was about 9 or 10 metres away from us. And he was moving QUICKER, with that disturbing broken limp of his. If it didn't look unnatural or scary to even begin with, it sure did now. We are 2 young teenage girls, and even if we both fought against the man, I don't think we would win, even if he was on the skinner side. We sped up and it was a chase. No running, but very close enough. He was chasing is with this fast demonic limp, and we tryed to sped up and keep the now 10 metre gap between us. We managed to get home safetly, and I peeked through the window by myself as N was in shock for a bit. The man had slowed down, but was still limping. But he crossed over to the other side of the road. For what reasons? I will never know. He went out of sight and I closed the curtains, still shaky. After all that shit, N and I went back into the kitchen to grab some water. My kitchen window kind of overlooks a bit of the parkland, and we have a decent view of it. We both saw the man slink back into the parkland, and never saw him after that. Afterwards, I thought about the whole incident, and probably got even more unsettled. I only heard one footstep. No pattern. Nothing. Just a thump on the ground by a sneaker, that's it. It then hut me, the man was trying to attack N and I. He was trying to sneak up on us. It gives me anxiety, knowing that if I didn't hear that single footstep, or didn't turn around, we could have been in some serious shit. That man could've had a knife or a different type on weapon in his hoodie's pockets. Who knows what could've happened...

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Starukii

[TRUE] The Botanical Garden

Back when I was in 1st year highschool, I was part of this choir where we would sing the songs our school required us to sing like the national Anthem or some church song. To be honest, I wasn't the best singer and only joined for the benefit of skipping class. The skipping class part was great and all but staying late for practice was kind of a downside, especially when it was before a big school event. One day, we had to practice in the school's near the school's botanical garden because the place where we usually practiced was being occupied by another group of people. Some of the members of the choir where kind of hesitant about practicing near the gardens because there have been a lot of scary stories surrounding the place and no two accounts are the same. I, on the otherhand, just wanted practice to be over. We practiced until around 8 or 9 P.M. At round this time, there would be only two gates that would be open if one wanted to leave the school. The college gate, which was all the way across the from where we practiced, and the Track and Field gate, which was near but you had to pass through the garden to get there. Me, being a lazy man, decided to take the shortest route outside the school while the rest wished me luck and went the opposite way. I believe that, any place can be creepy as long as it is dark and the gardens were not exception. I brought my phone to call my parents. It rang once before being answered. I talked into my phone, telling my parents where to pick me up but no answer. I stopped the call and called again, same thing, no answer. I called for the third and to ask them to pick me up, almost shouting into the phone for an answer but still no answer. Finally, I gave up and decided to text message them. After walking through the garden for about a couple more minutes, I finally reached my waiting destination without incident. It was creepy walk but I was kind of relieved that nothing out of the ordinary happened My parents came after about 15 minutes of waiting but something was off. When the stopped the car in front of me, they got out and asked if I was okay with a very worried expression on their faces. I said that I was fine. They told me that they got my calls and I asked them what did they heard. They said that they heard my voice saying "Help Me" over and over again.

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HeydrichReinHARD69

(Fiction) Knock Knock Part 1

Knock Knock \(Part 1\) This happened a few years ago when I was still living in South Dakota, I lived out in a small town that literally turned off their stoplights after 9PM at night. Everyone knew each other, stores and even dominos was a two\-minute walking distance from my home. Above all else, no one in the town bothered to lock their doors due to how safe the town was and how everyone knew each other. It was literally a quiet and lovely town and being one of the few Asian people out there, except for the Chinese family that ran the only Chinese food takeout place in the town. I worked in the only hospital in town on assignment with my travel company, and I worked, the NOC shift… I know, it’s cliché and I can see the eyerolls happening. However, I honestly liked working the NOC shifts, it was usually quiet except for days when there was a full moon…. Now, I usually didn’t believe in the spiel about how NOC shifts with a full moon always had something crazy happening. I had been working in the medical field for seven years, and mostly working NOC shifts that I had never experienced anything more than someone having Sundowner’s Syndrome. But on this summer night, it was raining, and the moon was playing peak a boo through the rolling clouds. Lightning flashed, and the thunder roared outside, the wind practically had nails that evening, scraping across the roof with a ghostly voice as if it were trying to wake the dead, or all my residents… I was the only Charge nurse on a unit of 80 patients, while that doesn’t sound like it can be possible, in certain states there are no guidelines or limitations on how many patients a nurse or even a certified nursing staff can handle. I was grumbling at my station desk in Unit A, I had tons of paperwork to complete including an admission paper that needed to be inputted into the EMAR, medications to check in, and prep the paperwork and vials for the blood draws for the 5AM labs. I remember just being so exhausted, because the night prior, we had someone hysterically scream bloody murder in Unit B and terrify the living daylights out of the 2nd charge nurse, we will call her Sandy, who was supposed to be on shift with me this night. So, Sandy, had been so shaken up by the event because when she had gone to check the patient he had kept insisting that Death was in the room, and his scythe was by her throat, and that he was stating that the land the hospital was built on is cursed. It was understandable why she had called out, stating she was feeling unwell, but dammit all, I was tired myself and I hadn’t gotten much sleep either. I remember closing my eyes and then hearing someone approach the nurse’s station, I had thought it was one of my CNAs doing her rounds and didn’t think much of it. Until the footsteps stopped at the desk, opening my eyes I looked to see one of my regular Sundowner patient’s, however, she was staring right besides me, rather than looking at me. “Hello Mary, is it breakfast yet?” She said in a chipper tone as I frowned and got up from my seat. “Mrs. H, no one by the name of Mary is here. Are you alright?” I asked, my eyes casting to the spot where she was looking so intently at. “Oh Mary, I thought it was light out. I’m sorry…” Mrs. H stated aloud and then finally looked at me, “Shar, would you be a dear and help me back to my room? It seems I’ve gotten the time mixed up again.” Walking to the other side of the nurse’s station I gently placed my hand on Mrs. H’s arm and began to guide her, “Mrs. H, who is Mary?” I asked, I know that we aren’t supposed to feed into any type of delusions or hallucinations that a patient has but the way that Mrs. H had been looking at that one spot next to me… It irked me. “Oh… Mary, the charge nurse! She comes here only at night, she used to come all the time but now she can only be here on certain nights is what she told me the other day.” I tucked Mrs. H back into bed and put on her little alarm that would trigger if she tried to leave her bed unattended. Shaking my head, I saw one of my CNAs doing her rounds in Unit B. You see, there were two units, Unit A and Unit B, usually we had one nurse to each unit and two CNAs for each unit as well. But we were a bit fucked that night due to the incident of the night before. Leaving only myself and two other CNAs on shift, making it difficult for us to get to all our work duties and do rounds at the same time. “Sheila, I’m going to still be at Unit A, if you guys need me just walkie me please.” Sheila nodded to me and continued her rounds as I walked like a zombie back to my chair and then noticed my files had been moved around on my desk. I shook my head again, I must of toppled the files over when I got up… I think? Scooting the chair up to the desk I began to do my work again, concentrating on inputting the data and writing notes for the patient’s I had given midnight medications to. Feeling my eyes beginning to droop a little I rubbed them, and I saw someone approach me from the side, her attire was of white, so I had assumed it was Sheila or Janice, because both CNAs had worn white scrubs today. “Where… is the linens closet?” The voice was very soft, a faint whisper. “Down the hall towards the entrance to the ER section, it should be the closet with the sliding door… Are you becoming forgetful tonight?” I joked without looking up, the figure stood there for a moment before almost gliding out of my vision. Closing my eyes again and shaking my head, I brushed it off and continued to work when Janice came up to me her face a bit pale. “What’s wrong lady Jan?” I was pretty sure my eyes were blood shot and dry, but the way Janice looked at me in unease set alarm bells off inside me. I stood up slowly, “what’s wrong?” “Shar, who were you talking to a few minutes ago?” “One of you guys… Didn’t you ask me about the linen closet?” I frowned as she shook her head no. “I’ve been in the kitchen stocking for tomorrow morning’s breakfast service… I just came out and noticed you talking to someone but …” She seemed afraid now “But what Janice?” A troubled expression was forming on her pretty face, it looked like she was torn with what to say. “Janice, what is it?” “Was it the lady in white?” Was what came forth from her lips, “did you talk to her?” I sat back down, if this was about some crazy ghost bull shit again and some dark curse hooha I didn’t want to hear it. “Janice, I don’t want to hear about full moon nonsense and ghosts right now. I have a shit ton of work and I don’t have time to talk about ghost stories tonight. I’m not trying to be a bitch here but—” Janice held up her hands, fear still etched across her heart shaped face. “Shar, I just… Please be careful of who you speak to, the dead welcome any conversation as an invitation to haunt you. Especially here…” I gave her a look and breathed a heavy sigh, “Jan, thanks for your concern but I think I probably was just hallucinating or seeing things from lack of sleep. Don’t worry.” I went back to my work as Janice began to wring the hem of her white scrub top. “Please just be careful, and don’t answer to any knocks….” Janice stated as she looked around one more time and left to go back into the kitchen. What foolishness… Don’t answer to knocking? I again shook my head, we could practically make this into a drinking game for how many times I shook my head, someone one should down two shots of their favorite hard liquor. Lightning danced outside as the hours crept by slowly, the storm outside went into full gear as hail began to pummel the rook at 5:00AM as I made my blood draw rounds. After drawing my last tube, I went off the floor of Unit B and headed to the main part of the hospital to drop off the specimens. My footfalls echoed in the nearly empty hospital, as most of the ER nurses and doctors were probably doing shift change I didn’t see anyone except for the janitor as I went to the lab. I entered the lab and filed the vials under the appropriate areas for the phlebotomist I’s to find when they arrive on shift. At that given moment, a knock sounded off from the back entrance that led to the corridor of Unit A, I hadn’t given it much thought as I approached the door and swung it open. I frowned as I realized that no one was there, peering out into the corridor I didn’t even see the janitor. I looked around one more time before actually stepping out into the hallway and shutting the door, as the door closed behind me. I suddenly felt a sense of unease hit the bottom of my stomach as I began to make my way back to the unit. Once again, I reasoned it had to do with the lack of sleep I had gotten and that I hadn’t stomached decent food in the last 48hrs, because coffee wasn’t considered a food of sustenance yet. As I pulled my keycard out to open the door for Unit A, I heard knocking, but the knock was more like As if someone was drunk and could only raise their hand to knock every 5\-10 secs, it was a strange dull knock that echoed all the way down the hall to me. The knocks continued, and I felt the hackles on the back of my neck rise as the knocks started to speed up, my hand immediately pressing the keycard against the censor as it rejected my card. Then the knocks began to someone start echoing closer, as if they were footsteps walking towards me. The knocking got louder as I tried again with my card and it finally allowed me entrance, swinging the door open and slamming it behind me. I heard the knocking as it suddenly began barreling down on the door behind me. I faced the door and began to walk backwards as it kept going until it was more of a high\-pitched whirring noise, and then stopped. My heart was racing, sweat beading down my forehead… This had to be the results of working too much OT and very little sleep with caffeine being my only lifeline of energy. I rubbed my temples as I forced myself to breathe and calm down, it was all in my mind. That’s what it was. I said it aloud, “it’s all in my mind.” Before I could turn, I felt the hackles rise at the back of my neck “where… is the linen closet?” I screamed bloody murder at that fair moment and whirled to find Mrs. H holding her hand to her chest and staring at me. I gasped, “I’m so sorry Mrs. H… You scared the panties off me.” Mrs. H seemed amused and again asked me where the linen closet was, to which I helped her get a couple of new blankets and pillow cases. The rest of the shift went smoothly, my shift ending at 8:30AM, two hours of OT clocked in for the day. I grabbed my things to get the hell outta dodge, but was stopped by Janice, who had also stayed behind to help finish a few things. I almost let out a groan of agony when she stopped me. I was tired. I really wanted to go home and just sleep, it was my day off for the next three days. “Shar, you heard the knocking. Didn’t you?” Her hand was gripping my wrist in a viselike hold that sent the signals of pain to my groggy brain. “Jan… not now, please?” I pulled my arm away from her, practically having to rip it out of her grasp as I saw a look of terror in her eyes. “Please take this,” she pushed a stone and a bundle of sage into my hand, as much as I tried to push it back into her hands. Janice firmly gripped my wrist and covered her hand over my own and looked at me with dead serious eyes. “Keep this on you at all times and by the foot of the shower stall when you bathe. Please do this Shar. For me.” The fear in her voice rattled me a bit at that moment, but just for that moment. “Okay Jan,” I pocketed the items into my scrub pants pocket. Leaving the facility, with thoughts of just falling into bed, or the nearest couch for the next few hours of my day off. I had made it home without any issues and scurried up the stairs to my upstairs apartment. The morning was quiet with only the occasional “woosh” sound coming from cars passing by from the highway behind the apartment. Peeling off my scrubs and forgetting the items that Janice had given me, I fell onto the couch and was close knocking out… Until I heard a dull knock come from the closed bedroom door in front of me.

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SharlenGreystone29

[TRUE] Paranormal: My grandmothers haunted house

This happened in 2011 when I was 7, I’m a girl, now 14 and I just talked to my mother about this incident and decided to share it. So, I lived with my grandmother, father, mother and two dogs quite far from any town. The house was big so I usually play hide and seek with my mom alot. I don’t remember which month it was so my mum filled me in on this, she said it was October, during the holidays. This one particular day, my dad was out driving my grandma to the hospital as she had an appointment with the doctor so I was left alone with my mum. After several rounds of hide and seek and watching a movie with my mum it began to get dark outside and my dad still wasn’t home. I’ve always been scared of potential home invasions so I was paranoid all day because my dad wasn’t with us, he made me feel very safe. Me and my mom decided to play monopoly. Fast forward an hour. When I was 7 I thought I was very sly so I kept stealing money from my mums stash, now that I look back she was probably pretending not to see. As I was taking a 50$ bill from her monopoly cash, she said. “The power will go out soon” This left me completely puzzled as I had no idea how she’d know this. But sure enough, it went out about 15minutes later and I started to panic because as most little kids I’m scared of the dark. (I later found out that there was a power outage in my area because of a storm and my mum was notified of it) She handed me this nokia phone and let me play my favourite game on it, which at the time was ‘Doom’ She told me to go hide under the bed sheets if I’m scared and that she’ll be back soon. I asked where she’s going but she didn’t answer. As she head out the room she locked the door. I layed under the sheets, killing some monsters on the game for what felt like hours but was probably only 5minutes. Footsteps were heard in the kitchen which was next to the room I was in so I took the sheets off my head and yelled out “MOM?” Glad that she’s back because I was really scared but no answer was heard. The footsteps didn’t stop so I yelled again “Mom can you please come? I’m scared” After I had said that, the footsteps stopped completely. I got a sudden rush of adrenaline so I held tight onto the phone and dashed out the room to the kitchen, which was empty. I was left puzzled but didn’t wait for long as I ran to the door, unlocked it as theres keys on the inside too and ran to the corridor. Alright, so the corridor has four doors, on the right side, one at the very back which I never was allowed to go in (I later learned that the room was where my great-grandma died and no one touched it ever since) It also had stairs next to it leading to the second floor and one at the front which led to the outside. The fourth door I came through was the closest to the outside door so I quickly opened the outside door, ready to run out but- the rush of adrenaline was gone and I got scared of the outside too. It was very dark and I was barely able to see. My only choices were: 1. Go back to the room I came from. 2. Scream for my mother. I chose number 2 and starter screaming for mom over and over again. I guess I wasn’t loud enough because there were no replies. I remember starting to sweat and panic, different scenarios playing through my little head, scenarios like: A murderer killing my mom and coming for me next or my mom leaving me forever. I know, stupid, but I was only 7 after all. I remember looking down at my feet and beginning to cry. More footsteps were heard but this time- behind me. I looked behind me and saw a shilouette of a tall person (I’m assuming it’s a male due to the body build) at the end of the hallway, standing in front of the door. I can’t recall what he looked like because it was all black, I stared at him for about 15 seconds in pure horror. This got my adrenaline pumping again and I ran out of the door, towards the outside toilet only to be greeted by my mother who looked worried as hell. After I told her what happened through uncontrollable sobs, my dad was in the driveway already parking his car. My granny was left at the hospital for some treatment. He searched the house but no one was found so my mum told me it was just my imagination... but, I know what I saw and heard. Fast forward 7 more years, I live in another house and I randomly remembered about this incident and talked to my mom about it. She seemed quite hesitant about telling me this but at the end I convinced her to tell me. What she said, gave me chills. Apparently, when I was 4 I started to stare at one particular corner in the kitchen and laug like crazy. My mom asked me what’s so funny and every time I point to the same corner but never told her why it was funny. After a few months, the random giggles I let out when staring at the corner didn’t stop. What made my mom lose it was the fact that I started speaking random German words that I’ve never heard before. We have no relatives that are German or can speak German and I wasn’t introduced to technology at that age either(My mother knew its German because she can actually speak a little bit but never spoke it). She bribed me with candy to tell her how I learned to say the following words in German: “It” “Help” “chocolate” “Shower” and “War” My response completely shocked her. I pointed to the same corner again and said “He taught me how” My mum kept her cool though, she asked me who I was talking about and I said “The man who makes me laugh” My mom asked me what he looked like but I only said he looks like a shadow and that he’s from Germany. When she asked where the man lived I pointed to the second floor. This all made sense because I always hated the second floor and never went up there because I felt like I was being watched. My parents took it upon themselves to google the history of the house and sure enough, it was built by Germans. I don’t remember any of this but my mum kept on reassuring me it happened. My father said he remembers it too but decided not to tell me until now, I talked to the German man in the corner up until 5 yearsof age. I’m pretty sure you can put two and two together. But if not: The man I saw when I was 7 was the same man I talked to when I was 4. Every time I go back to visit my grandma I always feel uneasy.

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NoodlesForDinner1

The last day

This happened a few weeks ago I was at my friend house with my other friend which I will name k and A for privacy reasons We wanted to walk around the neighborhood like we always do when we go over there but this time we decided to bring the dog A wanted to play a game so we chose ding dong ditch we found a house where it was a apartment we knocked on both doors and started to walk like we didn’t do again and then the door a banged on was the one the creepiest man lived as we started to walk he came out with his phone and started to record and follow us we began to walked faster so he walked faster he began run after us so we ran thank god we knew that the house right next to us was apartment he came up to the and said “you like me banging on your door “ and started to laugh at the time it was one of my scariest moments of my life to this day I still go over A ‘s house and he always keeps his door open.

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LoveLilly101

The Voices

When I was 8 it as a Saturday so I didn't go to school so, I went to watch Tv while my mom was sleeping. When I was going to the couch to get the remote I heard a voice whisper "Shhhhhh" I froze when I just remember I saw on a paranormal show, and a guy said " If you have a paranormal encounter you will freeze for about and minute." Then I just slacked it off as some shock or something, but I was still scared to death from hearing that voice. When my mom woke up I told her what happened. She asked if a car went by, and I was pretty sure their was no car. The next night Im in bed watching a little Tv when I herd "shh" It was shorter this time but I was still scared to death. I sat up scanning the room but Nothing was their to cause that noise. Then when I finally got to sleep, I woke up in the middle of night. I looked at the closet and saw a black figure peeping its head around the corner. I immediately I pretended to sleep. Soon enough I fell asleep again. Then I woke up and it never happened again. To this day I still get creeped out by silence or just when its dead silent.

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OverallFox

[TRUE] Inter-Connected Web of Dreams

I want to start off by saying these dreams I had over the past few years occurred out of the order I have written them here, but as you will see, It was made clear to me in multiple ways that this is (roughly) the way the dreams are supposed to be understood, In a chronological sense. Secondly, I want to say that some details may be missing, or altered from the original dream. This is because most of them happened at least more than a year ago, so for one thing, my memory is bound to mess at least some of this up, and for another, I read a study once explaining a theory that no past event in your life is exactly how you remember it. Anyway, without further ado, my web of connected dreams. What I believe to be the first dream in a chronological sense, I only had about two or three years ago, but i believe it to be the antecedent of the set due to the fact that everyone in the dream was a much younger version of themselves than they were at the time of this dream. This dream also is by far the least eerie of the set, but it is important I include it, as a form of context. This dream begins at some sort of show or ceremony. It might have been a wedding, or it could have been a concert or something like that. I can't really remember, mostly because it hardly had any relevance to the dream itself. Anyway, this show took place on a stage basically in the middle of a grassy field, with no end in sight. Nothing on the horizon, just endless barrenness. Everyone at this show was related to me. My family, my cousins, my grandparents, even great-grandparents took up the entire audience, and I never saw who was on the actual stage. While the parents and elders were sitting on blankets in front of the stage, watching the show, my cousins (two of them), my second cousins (three), my brothers (two), and I were behind the stage playing some sort of game, like tag or something. We all noticed that about a quarter mile away, there was some type of stone, shed-like structure. Our curiosity got the best of us, and we decided to take a visit. There was no door on this structure, and it was only about 7 meters wide, and 10 meters tall, or something like that. We observed it from all angles, and my brother noticed that at one of the bottom vertices had a large hole that appeared to open up into some kind of even larger tunnel. This tunnel was at least 10 meters tall and wide, so, once again, we decided to explore. At this point, my second cousins were taken back to the show by their parents. It was now just me, my cousins, and my brothers. After a few minutes of unsuccessfully trying to convince my second cousins' parents to let them stay, the rest of us turned back to the tunnel and noticed that one of my first cousins, who I will call Tom for the sake of his privacy, had already ran inside. We were all like five years old in the dream, so this sort of move made sense. We realized we needed to go find him, so without hesitation, we headed into the tunnel. That is where the first dream ends. This next one happened a good five years ago, or so. I know it takes place next because the same people were present, Tom was still missing, and we had just entered the tunnels (we could still see the entrance light). We walked for a while, and eventually it got dim, but scattered throughout the tunnel were torches on the walls. We cam to an intersection between to paths, and decided to split up. Me and my youngest brother, who I will call John, went right, and my other cousin and other brother, who I will call Lucy and Steve. went left. John and I walked for at least an hour, through a plenty of twists and turns. The tunnel slowly got a lot deeper into the ground, and we eventually came to another intersection. We decided that the best idea would be to stick together, so we just both went left together. There was a sharp turn (like 80 degrees) with a strong source of light coming from around the bend. We slowly peaked around the bend and saw this strange sort of creature. It seemed to be at least seven feet tall, and it seemed to have a the same type of features as a human would, just slightly distorted, and un-proportional. It was made of some sort of dark material. I can only describe its skin by saying it appeared to be made of some type of root. The last main feature of this thing was the source of the light. Its neck appeared to split into two "roots," and those roots separated, and them came back together to form the same basic proportion to the rest of its body as a head would. Between these two roots, was some type of orb, which cast a very bright light onto the walls of the tunnel, and was the only possible way to see, as there were no more torches. One of its hands were free, but the other one was holding some kind of small box by a handle. It didn't see us, as it appeared to be walking in the opposite direction from us, but it seemed to hear us, as it began to turn around, before John and I ran the other direction. We obviously didn't want anything to do with this thing. We arrived back at the intersection, and this time went the other possible direction. That was where the dream ended. The next dream I am pretty sure comes next in the story because it begins just as John and I are walking into the other possible tunnel path, and were still talking about the creature we had just seen. This other path had a few torches, so we could see slightly better. This tunnel led into a very large, open area, at least the size of a baseball stadium. We were pretty deep, but it expanded to the surface, and had wholes in the top with sunlight shining through, so it was fairly bright. On the other side of this opening were my parents, (strange, since they were watching the show,) Lucy, and Steve. This meant that most likely, all the pathways eventually led to this room. John and I ran our way over to the others, and they were sitting in old wooden chairs around a large rock, flat enough to be used as a table. We talked for a while, trying to figure out what was going on. John said at one point, "I'm hungry, did anyone bring snacks?" My dad pointed over to an area where someone appeared to be selling food. I walked over with John, and it was some tall, pale, man I didn't recognize. He was mumbling about a box, and my guess was that he meant the box that the creature from before had. We asked for food, and he yelled at us, demanding we leave the "castle." At this point some loud, booming, sound, almost like a creaking door, but deeper, and more explosive, if that makes sense, echoed throughout the cave. My relatives and I looked around, slightly terrified, trying to find the source of this sound, and the pale man whimpered and ran into one of the tunnels. John and I ran back to the others at the "table," and that's where that dream ended. The penultimate dream in the series was by far the most frightening for me. It's hard to put into words exactly what happened in this dream, and it probably won't have the same terrifying effect through writing, but I'll try my best. As soon as I arrived back at the table with the rest of my family members, a blinding flash of light came through the seems in the surface of the cave, and when the brightness had worn off, The cave had become pitch black. Or so I had thought. I was no longer in the cave as far as I know. I could've been in some void for all I can tell. All I know for sure is that I couldn't see anything. Pitch black, with faint fog blocking me from seeing anything more than a few feet from me. I walked around for a moment, calling for my parents. Suddenly, another one of those creatures came running at me out from the fog, scaring me out of my wits, and just before colliding with me, disappeared into a cloud of smoke. A few moments later this happened again, but the creature made some sort of muffled yelling noise. The yelling sounded almost human, as if a human was trapped under the "roots" the monster was composed of. This happened a few more times, each time getting louder and more frequent. The other thing I noticed was that the the fog turned into some type of indescribable mist, similar to the noise/static of a TV screen with no signal. After what felt to me at the time like hours of this alone, all the fog, all the monsters, everything vanished. I was in the dark again, unable to see anything, except for a small box in the distance. A small box with a handle. I knew from looking at it that it was the one the first monster had. It seemed to have some glow emitting from it. I started to walk over to it. I started hearing faint whispers, saying something like, "the cure." The closer I got to the box, the more repetitive and louder they became. They seemed to overlap each other by the time I had reached the box. I reached down to grab it, and I heard the same booming echo I had heard before, in the cave. It was definitely louder this time though. I also saw a bright flash of light. And that is where the dream ended. The final dream of the series is actually the first nightmare I ever had in my entire life. Now I place it here at the end, end you will see why in a moment, but I honestly do not have any idea where this dream places in a story-line sense. I do not recommend reading into this dream to try and figure out what it all means. It will only give you a headache, as it did for me. Without further ado, my final dream. The dream starts off on regular planet Earth, a strange setting considering all the other dreams. I was in Tom's neighborhood, and I was on my way to his house. I had the box in my right hand, and it had a note taped on top labeled "Tom." As I approached his house, I noticed Birthday balloons, so I knew it was Tom's birthday. I appeared to be the first one to arrive though, since there were no other cars around the house other than his parents'. I walked behind the house to the back door, and Tom's mother answered and asked me to come inside. I walked past her, and Tom was behind her. This is where this dream became a nightmare for me. I saw Tom, and there was obviously something very wrong with him, He was slightly hunched over, but just enough to look slightly in-humane. The other problem was that his face had some strange texture. The best way I can describe this texture is that it appeared to have the same texture as the surface of a human brain. I could make out eyes, a mouth, a nose, ears, and all other facial features, but he was bald, and had this strange texture. As soon as I saw him, the whole area around us turned into the foggy, dark surrounding as the last dream. Instead of visual static, I could hear the static in my head. I heard Tom say, in a very low, quavering, clearly fearful voice, "There's something wrong." My eyes seemed to sort of lock in onto his deranged face. I could no longer hear sounds of the real world, only the static. A slight, transparent static went over my vision. I saw Tom literally melt into nothing through the static. After this, the static became more dense, and the sound became much louder. That is exactly when I woke up, in a panic. So that is my web of interconnecting dreams. If you enjoyed reading (or even read all the way through) leave an upvote! Some of this may not be too scary for some people, but all together these were truly surreal and terrifying experiences for me. Thanks for reading!

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cringeyninjee

The Man in the Tunnel

I don't know what made me go down there. I don't know what made me stay. I don't know why I'm still alive. And as dumb as it may sound, I'm not one for telling stories, so here goes. My name is Marcus. Now, I'm not going to give out my last name, for obvious reasons, and I don't think you care either. All you need to know is "Marcus." About 3 months ago, I saw an ad for a lost dog, a white chihuahua with a pink bell around its collar. The dog was named Simon, and at first I thought Simon was a bad name for a female dog, but I didn't care. These people were either rich or desperate because they had a two-thousand dollar prize for then return of the ugly little bastard. They wanted her by the 15th of May, and it was barely the 4th so there was lots of time to spend. I called my best friend, Jack, to help me find the little pupper, and he obliged to come assist me. He would only be late because he was going to the movies with his girlfriend. They said he was last seen in the park, just east of the river, and they said he was last seen by the shore when they went fishing. I took a number and headed to the park. "I mean, I'm not doing anything at all. It's just quick money," I said. I was wrong. For about 3 hours I searched up and down the sandy pebbles off the shore and was about to give up when I heard yipping. I searched for the source of the sound and came across a drainage pipe about the size of a short bus. Again, I heard yipping, except this time it... was different, like it was a scared yipping, like something that meant someone was at your back door. It was echoing down the huge pipe and I sighed as I ventured inside the tunnel. I wish I didn't. As I stood at a distance from a fork in the pipes, I came across a man in ragged clothes, tattered skin, and bloodshot eyes. "What're you doing here," he said, "exit's thataway." "I'm looking for a dog." He woke with a sudden jolt, as if he's seen it. "Leave now, or you'll never return." "What?" "If you don't want to die down here, leave now." "What do you mean?" "I was looking for the same damn dog..." "Did you find it?" "Hell yeah I found it. Cost me my life." "What?" "Kid, just get the hell out of here, while you still can." "What's your name?" "Marcus, what's yours?" "The same." He stood up, walked quickly towards me and shoved me, with enough force that I fell on the cement. "Get out of here! Go! Before it's too late." I stood up, angrily, and pushed him aside, moving towards the yipping like a tornado, kicking anything that got in my way, bags, rats, cans, anything that pissed me off. Eventually I found a room, with candles, foods, bags, and papers splattered everywhere, and I found the source to the yipping. She was an ugly little bastard, with dirty fur and matted splotches of God knows what everywhere, shades of brown and green in places they shouldn't be. It was a mess. "Here you go, Simon." "My name isn't Simon." "Yea yea, sure it isn't, it's Penelo-" I threw it and jumped back. What the hell? Did it just talk? "That isn't very nice, Marcus." "How the hell do to know my name?" "You've been down here a very long time, I'm pretty sure we got acquainted." "I've only been here for about 30 minutes." "Oh, I see... well then, I'm going to give you a choice, alright?" "Uh, sure, I guess." "Kill the man." "What?" "Kill him or you will never go back to your friends, your family, or your normal life." "I'm not killing him." "So be it." He vanished, and along with him so did everything else. I returned to the man, and he shook his head. "What did he say." "He gave me a choice." We sat there in silence. For three months we talked about our lives, but somehow I thought he was lying. There was something off about him, an aura that seemed too familiar to ignore, and that wasn't the end of it. He came from a small town, much like our own, and lived a pretty carefree life. He didn't tell me how he got down here or when, but I was guessing it was pretty soon. "Soooo... how long you've been down here?" He looked around, avoiding the question. Then, finally, he asnswered. "39 years I've been here, and 39 years I chose not to kill the man before me." That was it, I've had enough of his lies. I understood now. This was all a joke. I was down here waiting for someone to save us for 3 damn months. He was playing me. I missed out on my sister's wedding, I missed out on my best friend's 17th birthday, I missed out on everything because of some elaborate joke. He didn't even hear the knife cut into his throat. He felt it though. I used unnatural movements and sliced into his neck, reaching the bone and cutting into his bone marrow. I took my time to cut him open and spill his insides out when I heard footsteps. I whipped around, knife in hand to see my best friend, standing before me in awe. I turned around to access what I had done, but the body was gone. The dog lay before me, snoring, and somehow, instead of a knife in my hand, I see a leash. "Jack... what day is it?" "Uhhh, May 4th, why?" "Nothing."

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robinlegai

[True] Terrifying Childhood Dreams

First off, I'd like to mention that these are experiences I had many years ago, and they were all in dreams, so there's a large chance that not all I remember is completely true, but this is how I remember them happening. Secondly, I'd like to say that the last dream I had in the first story was when I was 9 or 8, and I'm 14 now, so, once again, there's a definite portion of this that is true, but I'm not sure what really happened, and what's my memory being messed up. Thirdly, these are 3 separate experiences, but I can't help but feel that they're all combined in some way. These dreams started when I was only about 6, and they were normally short, strange scenes of me waking up in my room, and some gruesome monstrous creature, always looking different at the beginning, would either scream, roar, or just completely attack me, and I'd wake up in a cold sweat. As I got older, the dreams got longer, diving more in-depth into the story. The first change I remember, is sometimes I'd see it get to me, and I'd wake up with a weird pain in my chest. Other times, however, I'd escape it, and before anything else would happen, I'd wake up. Every month or so that this went on, the dreams would get longer, and the monstrous creatures would always get more gruesome, and more scary. One time, I ended up escaping the monster, and making it to my basement for safety. After the one time this occurred, it would always be me running to the basement for safety. I would run into the laundry room for safety, and my mom would lock the door with me and my sister inside, but the door wasn't able to hold it. I remember seeing these bloodied claws ripping through the thick wooden doors, and my mom flipping out, sending me and my sister to hide. After we hid, there'd be a loud scream followed by silence. Every once in a while, it'd find me, and each time the dream occurred, it was like the creature was learning, and understanding how I thought, because it would occur more often. The gruesome creature would sometimes eat my sister in front of me, only to force me to wake up after, and other times, it would torture me, waking me only after it seemed satisfied. These dreams occurred through a 3 year period, happening about 1 time a week, maybe 2, or maybe down to 1 time a month at some points. The last time I ever had a dream like this, it was the same exact thing, except for this time, when it came to take either me or my sister, I stood up to it. I remember it's beady, red eyes glaring at me, and it's smile with sharp bloody teeth, as if it was enjoying this. It was about 7 feet tall, and had razor sharp claws, and it's body was fat and covered in matted brown fur. The creature laughed, and to this day, it is still one of the most sinister things I think I've ever heard. I had terrible anger issues back then, and so I was about to scream my head of at this. I looked it dead in the eyes, and screamed at it to go away, and then I woke up. These dreams never occurred again. The next strange experience was when I was a bit older, maybe 10 or 11. I woke up from a normal sleep, but I didn't feel awake. I think it might have been sleep paralysis, but I'm not sure, because I've never experienced this. I felt a cold tap on my hand, and I had a shiver roll down my spine. Wanting to see what tapped my finger, I rolled my head over. I saw a 8 foot tall shadow, crouched over me, with long fingers extending. I tried to scream, and move, but I couldn't make a noise. I shut my eyes and held them shut, and that's where I think I fell asleep. I don't remember anything from after I shut my eyes, so that's where that part ends. The last experience I had, was when I was 12. I fell asleep like any ordinary night, but then my dream started. I think it was an out of body experience, but I'm not sure. I was standing in my room, but I saw myself in my bed, sleeping. I was confused, and looked around my room. There were weird looming shadows, and when I looked back at my body, something was lifting me up. I don't completely remember what it was, but I do remember seeing it carry me over it's shoulder into my living room. I followed it, and I saw it throw my body on the couch, and that's when I moved towards myself, only to wake up in the exact spot I had seen myself in my dream. I have no clue how I got there, and what happened during this dream, but these are 3 of the scariest things I've ever had happen to me.

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Cringylord420

[FICTION] Do Not Enter

by C. Austin When I first moved into my apartment, the landlord told me a strange thing. “Always check that the room is the right one before entering.” Sage advice from a master of the obvious, you might say. Truth be told, I hadn’t really been paying much attention up to that point. My landlord was the type of women that put no effort in sounding happy to meet to you, and whatever eastern European accent she had certainly didn’t make it any easier to understand. I probably should have asked a few more questions but signing a lease wasn’t a process I wanted to prolong any longer than I had to. Besides, it’s not like I really needed an explanation. My early childhood diet didn’t consist exclusively of paint chips after all. For how cheap the rent was, I wasn’t about to worry over a bad joke. The place was one of those oddities of design that seemed to suck the fun out of everything anyway. Nothing but a series of copy-and-paste apartments stacked on top of each other for thirteen laborious floors. Each one was practically identical, right down to the way the front door stuck when it rained. Not a single window among them. They even came furnished with a full set of drab appliances and furniture, devoid of any particular style or taste. It’s like living in a filing cabinet. Sterile and lacking a life of its own. You’d think we all lived in alphabetical order and referred to each other by apartment numbers. My accountant would love this place. As dull as the accommodations were, it didn’t take more than a month for things to get interesting.They were little things at first. Mostly just noises. Nothing particularly sinister but they did a great job of keeping me up at night. One night I’d hear unintelligible whispers coming from my neighbor’s bathroom that lasted for hours, the next I’d swear I heard far off wolf-like howls from the floor above despite a rigidly enforced ‘No Pets’ policy. Once I even caught the unmistakable sound of crashing waves on sandy beach from an apartment on the sixth floor. Occasionally, I would hear the noises coming from rooms in my own apartment. However, nothing would be out of place when I checked. I may have forgotten to mention that I live alone. It took a bit longer for anything really strange to happen though. It was four months into my stay when the sound of clinking glass and slamming cabinets woke me. It came from the kitchen and I knew it had to be an intruder. I quietly slipped out of bed and grabbed the aluminum baseball bat I keep next to the door to remind me how I really should get more exercise. I must’ve looked absolutely ridiculous tip-toeing down my carpeted hallway to the kitchen with how much noise the intruder was making. When I reached the doorway to my kitchen, I chanced a peek inside. Sure enough, I saw a dark figure furiously rooting through my kitchen cabinets. Tightening my grip on the baseball bat, I flipped on the light switch. Lucky thing I did, too. Otherwise, I might have beaten an innocent old woman to death. My midnight intruder started at the sight of me, her wrinkled face twisting into a mixture of fright and confusion. The unassuming dirty dressing gown and fluffy pink slippers she wore seemed an odd choice for a burglar. I recognized the woman. She was the old lady who lived two doors down from me. I’d even helped her with her groceries that very evening. After managing to calm the poor woman down and assuring her that she was not in fact in her own flat, my elderly neighbor apologized profusely. She’d woken up in the middle of the night craving a cup, she explained, and must have gotten lost in the dark, unlit building. How she managed to slip into my apartment without either of us noticing was beyond me. She must suffer from dementia because she was absolutely convinced that she should still be in her own. I don’t think she understood just how close she came to a baseball bat to the head and I wasn’t in the mood to explain it to her. I tried to be as polite and understanding as I could as I escorted her back to her apartment, but something was bothering me. Something about the whole affair made the little hairs on the back of my neck stand up. It wasn’t until I locked my front door behind me that I realized what it was. Before going to bed, I remember quite clearly locking the door from the inside. I racked my brain all night but I just couldn’t explain how the old woman could’ve wandered into my apartment without opening my front door. Having no one else to ask, I decided to bring the subject up to my next door neighbor the next day. Cornering him in the hallway that evening, I had trouble broaching the subject. When I’d finally stammered out my story, however, he seemed rather unsurprised by the whole ordeal. Apparently, this sort of thing happened all the time. Not just to the old lady down the hall either. Almost everyone in the building had a similar tale. It was the doors, he said. They didn’t always lead to the same place. Sometimes, you would be facing a door that led to your bathroom, only for it to lead to your bedroom instead. It could even lead to a completely different apartment on a completely different floor. Once, he heard that someone’s closet door had once opened to the alley on the north side of the building. It was a pretty crazy thing to think your door could lead anywhere in the building without notice but my neighbor seemed to believe that the phenomenon stretched farther than that. To get around this little nuisance, he suggested I do what the other tenants do. The generally accepted method was to make two marks on either side of each doorway in the apartment with a marker. That way you could tell if the room you were about to enter was the right one at a glance. If the two marks didn’t match up, you were staring at a doorway to the unknown. At least, that was the idea. The old lady must’ve forgotten to check when she stepped into my kitchen, or at least not seen it in the dark. My neighbor seemed rather annoyed by the thought. He made it painfully clear that I wait for the door to go back to normal before using it. I should, under no circumstances, ever enter a room that shouldn’t be there. Always check first. My neighbor experienced the anomaly himself in the past but only as a mild annoyance. Even still, he was very adamant that I take the matter seriously. But how could I? Who in their right mind would believe a story as insane as this? Sure, it could explain how the old lady down the hall got into my apartment without using the front door, but it created all sorts of other questions. And the last thing I wanted to question were the laws of physics. Mass hysteria, it had to be. A building filled to bursting with lunatics. In the end, I found it simpler to write my neighbor off as a head case and move on with my life. However, I did as he suggested. With a red sharpie secretly “borrowed” from work, I drew a line on each side of every door jamb in my apartment. It was more out of curiosity than anything else. Or maybe I was just daring the universe to prove me wrong. Either way, after a few weeks, I’d gotten into the habit of checking if both marks were there before I entered a room. I saw it as a little inside joke. When in Rome, do as the whackos do. Eventually, it became a silly little ritual I would do to remind myself the world wasn’t crazy. Just the guy next door. I’d been living in my apartment for a little over a year before it happened to me again. I’d gotten up in the middle of the night to grumpily use the bathroom like I’d done many times before. I was on autopilot. On my way back to bed, I lifted my tired eyes to the doorway leading to the bedroom and grinned at the now familiar red. But I hesitated. There was only one mark. Though only lit by a small lamp in the hallway, I was absolutely sure there was no red mark on the bedroom side of my door. I stood there for a while blinking sleep from my eyes and trying to stare the second mark back into existence. The bedroom looked the same as I’d left it minutes before, save for the missing mark on the doorway. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? Maybe I was dreaming. Or was my kooky neighbor’s story the real deal? As ridiculous as it sounded, I was sure of one thing. There had been two marks on my trip to the bathroom. I didn’t go in right away. I wanted to, but a small part of me took what my neighbor told me seriously. First, I waved an empty hand in the doorway. Nothing particularly spooky happened. Emboldened by the knowledge that this phantom room wouldn’t immediately melt my skin off, I took a tentative step inside. At first glance, nothing looked out of the ordinary. Everything was where I remember leaving it. Even my comforter was thrown aside like I’d just been sleeping under it minutes before. But then why was the mark missing from my doorframe? I was certain there had to be something different about this room. In that moment, my neighbor didn’t seem so crazy, and all I needed to prove it was to find what was wrong with this room. I tore open my closet and flipped my mattress in search of clues. Every drawer was emptied on the floor in my quest. I even tore the carpets up at the ends to look underneath. I looked everywhere in my madness but found nothing. Everything was where it should be. Somehow, though, I knew this was not my bedroom and it wasn’t until I turned back to the door to check if the second mark was really missing that I realized what was different about it. This room had no doors.

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raandomfellow

Haunted church and church "entity"

My name is John and this happened when I was 10 or 11 years old, so it would be around 1978 or 1979. While I was younger I was involved with the church and this happened one Sunday morning while I was helping set up for Mass. I was the only one in the building setting up when I heard a loud bang coming from the choir loft at the other end of the building. Curious, I stepped out from where I was and called out “Hello” and there was no answer. So, I figured that the person just didn’t hear me and was just doing what they needed to do in getting ready. I was looking up towards the choir loft to see if I could see the person and there was no one there and figured that something had just fallen down and the noise just echoed throughout the church. I was just going through the normal rational ideas to come up with a reason for what I had just heard. Right then and there I had a feeling that I wasn’t alone. Normally I wouldn’t have minded because I figured that the organist came in early to get ready but this was different. I had this uneasy feeling that not only was my life was in jeopardy but my soul. It was a fear that I never felt before or since. As I was looking up at the choir loft I couldn’t see anyone yet I could sense that there was some “thing” up there. It then appeared to me. It was a shapeless and formless figure and it was exuding, or giving off, this evil that just penetrated through me like sound would at a concert if you were standing too close to the amps. What I felt went way beyond the “fight or flight” reaction people talk about when faced with a situation like this. I was frozen there beyond being scared and my mind didn’t process things for a few seconds. Then all of a sudden, I guess my mind snapped back to reality and I just ran and took off out of the church and stayed there until I saw the priest came out of the rectory and started going over to the church. I didn’t realize how far I ran until I started walking back to the church. I had run about 100 to 150 feet from the church. When the priest had seen me fully dressed to take part in the mass and seen how freaked out I was, he asked me what had happened so I had told him what happened and what I had seen and felt. He tried to reassure me that it was probably my imagination, that it was an old church and that it might have just been something falling or something mechanical. The thing is that I’ve been in that building long enough to know the sounds of the mechanical devices when they kick on and off. Another thing is that I know is that my imagination wouldn’t give me that life threatening feeling or being able to tell that there was some “thing” giving off such evil that it reverberated throughout my body. I’ve always been a skeptical person, even since I was this age and not only that I’ve never let my mind get the better of me. I’ve never lost my faith in God and his advisory, and I feel that’s what this one was, some kind of evil spirit or demon and since that day whenever I went into that church I always made sure that there would be someone else there so that I wouldn’t have to come across that “thing” again. Then again this would be the first time that I came across something like this, but then again that’s a story for another time. It’s because of this situation that I became curious about the paranormal and yet I still try to rationalize everything. When dealing with a situation like this I believe that saying “If you rule out the probable, all that remains, however improbable must be possible.”

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Johnny_the_Ogre

[TRUE] the night in the forest

So, I used to hear a tons of stories about ghosts and also watch a lot of horror movies. But since i had never experienced any ghost encounters, i was a guy like "meh, these ghost stuffs are created by humans themself to make money making movies about it and all other serials featuring ghost hunters". Okay let get to the story. One day, me and my two friends visited this spooky forest. Not nearby but we managed to get there just to check it out as we love the natural atmosphere, you know giving my lungs some adrenaline of fresh air. The time we reached there was about 7 PM when it was already getting dark and just to let you know there's no light source in the forest except the entrance/exit of the forest area so it was much darker than we expected. My friend had his apple and i had my TAB with dual flash so we decided to use them to at least see each other. An hour passed by having conversation and smoking cigarettes. We were sitting under a tree as it was thick enough for all of us to lay our backs on it and sit relax. We were having a good time until we started hearing a sound, like two rocks are smashing into each other. Or.... One rock smashing on the ground again and again, we were pretty confused. I told my friends that it must be a cat trying to climb a tree making the weak branches fall off making it sound like the rock thing. But it didn't stop for like 3 or 4 minutes though. Now after some minutes it stopped for awhile and we were still assuming it as an animal doing these sounds. Things went silent for 5 minutes, we started our conversation about this forests atmosphere being so windy and cold. Then apparently a rock fell on my friends head, wonder how a rock can be up there on a tree? Just in 4-5 seconds a big branch from the tree fell on my lap scaring the shit out of me and once again my friend felt like water drops falling on his neck from up the tree. How is there still a chance of water dropping down from a tree when the rainy season was already over 2 months ago? This night was clearly not our lucky night as we heard the same sound of the rock smash again but now it sounds like its getting closer. Immediately without any options to choose, we decided to run out from the forest as quick as we could. We left the forest safe and sound and headed to our homes. After few days of incident, one of our friend posted a news about the same forest. There was a huge tower just like a lighthouse, as said by the post, we saw that tower from a distance but didn't get closer as it was a rocky area and there is a chance if one of us falls off the small cliff. So in the post, A boy was passing by the tower and the first thing he saw was a person but only his head. The post also said the police couldn't find the body but just the head of the man which was already found by the same person who saw it while passing by. But the question is, what happened to this guy? How in the world can this ever happen to someone? it can be the drug addicts who made this forest to get high with brown sugar or this guy is a drug addict getting his head torn off by someone? And the weird experience we had few days ago in the same forest, was this the same guy doing it after death? My questions are yet answered and I never visited that forest again and so did anyone else.

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/8660nc/true_the_night_in_the_forest/

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unsettled_feelings

[TRUE] Never Play with a Ouija Board

This story happened, in October of 2004. Back when I was still a 3rd-year high school student. My friends and I, stuck around the school, late at night, after our annual Halloween Party. We had agreed to try out my friend's Ouija Board. It wasn't the brightest idea, but we needed a thrill. We found a nice spot under a huge Narra Tree and proceeded with our half-assed ritual. There were 5 of us, 2 boys and 3 girls, we were all expecting some kind of paranormal contact. Rumors had it our school was haunted, but we've never really experienced anything first hand, and it was Halloween when all the spirits came out to play, we all wanted to get spooked. Also, we've never seen a Ouija Board first hand before, so we were pretty excited. Our school was an old Spanish Colonial House, built in the 1800's when the Spaniards still occupied the Philippines. We were in a section of the school that doesn't get used often. Located beside a creepy old Jesuit House, people only go there when they needed the use the restroom, store equipment on one of the sheds, or make out with their boyfriends or girlfriends. We sat down in the middle of an open space, with only an exposed bare bulb nearby illuminating the surroundings. We were all having a laugh scaring each other with what-if scenarios. It was your typical dumb kids, doing dumb things. My friend who brought the Ouija Board proceeded to place it in the middle of our circle. If I remember correctly, it was the glow-in-the-dark version, which we found hilarious. But it gave us the ability to see what was written in the dark. Not knowing what to do, and going after what we've seen in movies, we all proceeded to place our index finger on top of the Planchette. We sat there looking at each other, until one of us said, "What's next?" We didn't know if there was a proper way to start the ritual, plus the board didn't come with instructions, so we decided to just throw in a question. "Is anyone there?" I called out into the darkness. "If there are spirits living here, please talk to us." One of the girl's joined in. We clearly had no idea what we were doing. Still, nothing. Not even the slightest bit of wind. One of my friends jerked the Planchette and the girl who brought the Ouija Board screamed, breaking the silence. We all laughed at how ridiculous it was. After a bit of joking around, we decided to give it another go. We all placed our index fingers on the Planchette once more and asked, "If there's anyone there, we would like to make contact." "Don't break the circle." One of my friends jokingly said. "Shut up," I whispered. We were just about ready to give up when the wind started to pick-up. The stillness broke and the darkness around us seemed to move. Just a coincidence, we thought. "Ok. Don't break the circle." I yelled out. "Is anyone there?" I was excited. It was like a scene from a movie with dirt and dead leaves swirling around us. "Guys, I'm scared." My friend sitting beside me said. "My mom warned me about playing with forces we don’t know." "Did you die here?" "Were you killed during the war?" "Are you the headless Priest, that roams these halls?" "Do you know Jose Rizal?" (Our national hero.) "Are you a hottie?" My friend giggled. At this point, we were all throwing random stupid questions. Nothing. "This is bullshit. I don't want to do this anymore." My friend said, exasperated. We were all thinking the same. Just then a group of dogs, from the neighboring house, started barking at us through the chain-link fence. These 6 dogs were growling and showing teeth. We all screamed and without finishing the ritual, bolted right out of there! We didn't see each other until after Halloween break and this is where the story gets creepy. One of the girls told us about a weird experience she had the night after playing with the Ouija Board. She had gotten home late, after hanging out with her friends from the neighborhood, when she realized she forgot the keys to her house. So, she called her brother up, who was then still sharing a room with her, and what he said crept the hell out of her. He swore she was already home. He claimed to have seen her walk-in a while ago, and that she looked really tired and saw her head straight to bed. "Creepy. But no need to freak ourselves out," was all we thought. Besides her brother must have just been tired and seeing things. But then my other friend started telling us about an encounter she had that Halloween night. She was going up to her room when the lights started flickering as she was ascending the staircase. Your typical horror movie visuals, shrug it off to faulty wiring. But just then she saw the door to her room open and a dark figure stepped out and stood atop of their staircase. She couldn't make out the entity's face, but she recounted that she couldn't move and felt utter dread as the figure stared down at her. "No way!" My best friend who just joined in the conversation said in disbelief. "Something happened to me as well." He recalled that he was sleeping one night when he woke up feeling really uncomfortable. He described his vision as having TV-like-static, and a feeling of heaviness surrounded him. He looked around the room and that's when he saw, a bloody, charred face, with piercing red eyes, grinning at him through the window. I couldn't believe what I was hearing because I had an almost run-in with death that night. After the ritual, I was sleeping in our Sedan on the way home after fooling around with the Ouija Board, when I felt our car jerk. I woke up instantly. Looking out the window, I found out, that we've been hit by a huge oil tanker. I panicked and leaped out of the car. Luckily my mom and I survived the crash since the front of the car was a total wreck. I still don't have an explanation why those things happened to us. But thank God nothing happened after that. I never played or gotten near a Ouija Board ever since.

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celluloidaddiction

[TRUE] Can a Mirror Lie?

My name isn't important, but what is important is that man. I am a 15 year old male who became interested is spells at 13. I've spent the whole time between those ages experimenting with spells. Most turned out to be for summoning and others were curses. I devoted nearly a month trying to cast a curse on someone I wasn't particularly fond of. It succeeded, but that same night, I saw a man. He was dressed in a pitch black trench coat and plague doctor's mask. He was only visible because of a slight glow coming from my charging phone. He didn't say a word, just stood and stared. I tried to ignore him by going to sleep, but the feeling of being watched became stronger. I woke to see him nearly a foot away from my face, breathing heavily. He then stood up and walked through the wall he was facing. That was my only encounter with him until about a month later. I was looking in the mirror after taking a shower. I saw him, standing behind me. This time he spoke, "How do you continue?" I didn't think about answering the question until he demanded me to do so. He angrily yelled, "Answer!" My only response was that I didn't know. I waited to see if he wanted anything else from me. He said nothing. I turned to leave and he was gone. I checked the mirror again, and he wasn't there either. Since then I've perpetually felt like I was being watched. I've seen him on streetcorners, other seats in school and restaurants, and in the mirror as well. He continues to speak to me, but I never respond. For those getting interested in spellcasting, I would strongly advise against it.

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GreyPotato421

[TRUE] I almost accidentally joined a cult...?

I've been working as a second shift shelf stocker at my local Wal-Mart for the past month or so, which means I occasionally get to deal with the creepy customers near the end of my shift. Normally, I can sense when someone or something isn't right, which isn't the case for this story unfortunately. Anyways, I was told to stock the shelves in the area by the pharmacy desk, which is fine by me because not many people come by that side of the store especially once the pharmacy desk closes for the day. As I'm stocking the aisle that had the cold medicine in it, a girl comes up to me and says "You seem like a fun person to talk to!" In my mind I'm like "uhhh, okay weird but whatever," and on the outside I put on my best retail smile and say "Sure, what can I help you with?" This girl proceeds to say that she has a bet going on with her dad right now and if she wins the bet, she'll get $100, and she was wondering if I could help her out. Me, being the good-hearted person I am, say that I could help her out. Couldn't be that hard, right? The girl then proceeds to get her guardian, which is a middle-aged woman who then introduces herself. The lady then explains that to help the girl get the $100, I'd have to watch a 20 minute video with them. Obviously I couldn't do this now as I was working, so they ask me what time I get off of work and what I was going to be doing afterwards. I let them know that I got off at 11, and that I was going to go drive home with my mom because we both work the same shift at the same store and she doesn't drive. The lady then says "Okay, well maybe we can meet at the southside McDonald's around 11:15 tonight to watch the video? Do you mind if I get your phone number so we can call you?" At this point in time, I was completely oblivious to what was actually happening and gave them my phone number like a complete idiot. The lady then thanks me and says they'd call me around 11:15 and then we could go from there. After they walked away, I realized what just happened and what I just did and started freaking out. I then went on my last break and told my mom what happened, all while sobbing and freaking out. We decided to go tell management about the incident, and they decided that when my mom and I were both done with work that night we would be escorted out to our car just for extra safety. After this, we told our supervisor what happened and described the individuals to him and he said he was sure he dealt with these same people before at his previous job, and supposedly the same night I was approached by these people another one of my coworkers encountered them as well, with the same spiel and everything. As my mom and I were being escorted out, I got a phone call from a number I didn't recognize, and they didn't leave a voicemail. I started to freak out again and we decided to go to the cops just to play it safe. After we had told the officer the story and gave them the phone number that had called me, he said that it was really weird for this to be happening in our town, which is relatively small in my opinion. About an hour later, I got a call from the officer I had talked to and found out some more information about these people that approached me. He called the number I gave him and posed as a friend of mine to get more information, and found out that they were trying to recruit me to work for them by traveling and earning money. It's even more sketchy when I was told that this group has a website, a YouTube channel, you name it. The officer also tells me that the group is a pyramid scheme, which is illegal in the US and elsewhere. Basically if you don't know what that is, it's a form of investment where a paying participant has to recruit two more participants and once these two people have been recruited, the people who talked them into joining them get payed more money and the newer people get payed less money. The interesting thing was the fact that I didn't get a "creepy" vibe from these customers, they were generally nice and friendly people. However, they almost seemed too nice to not be up to something obviously. This happened to me a few days ago and I'm still having panic attacks about it and the managers at my store are hopefully going to gather all of us together at one point soon and give us some tips if it happens again, as it's currently not a part of our training stuff we have to go through.

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/7yl6ht/true_i_almost_accidentally_joined_a_cult/

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MadMax2298

[True] Stop staring you creep!

First off I would like to say this is not a scary story just very unsettling, on the man and woman's part of this story. I would like to clarify I have no problem with a woman feeding her child in public, how ever I believe she could have done this in a better way then how she was doing this. I live in a small city located in the Midwest and in most of these Midwest states there is a well know grocery store called Hy-vee. Hy-vee is what you would say is a more "higher class" grocery store, using the higher class term loosely. On this day my older sister and I had stopped into said store to look for something that you couldn't get at any other stores in my town. The store was really busy, like it usually is, filled with so many people that you could barley move. My sister and I make our way to the aisle through the sea of people,so we can obtain the item that we needed, while still trying to hurry so we can get our asses out of that cluster fuck and make it home on time. When we get to our aisle we have to stop so people can get through.while we are waiting for people to move, I notice a young couple with the woman holding their 2 year old son ahead of my sister and I. I think to my self "awww how cute, I hope I have a family like that one da..... Holy Crap that's her boob." at that time is when she had turned around. Her two year old son was latched on to her nipple having a meal and you could see every thing. I was in shock at first thinking to myself "whoa lady is this really the time and place to be doing this,especially with how freaking big he is and how small of room we have in this aisle." Again I would like to say I have no problems with feeding your child, BUT there is a time and a safer place she could have done this and again I would like to mention this place was crowded and people were bumping into each other just trying to move past people. I look away quickly down the other side of the aisle so I don't draw attention and when I do this I happen to notice a gentleman in his mid 40's to early 50's staring at the mother's chest. I also noticed that he had his hand in his pocket making a lot of movement for someone who was just standing there . I give him a dirty glare and step in front of the mother, he notices and begins to make his way up to the registers, at this time my sister finds what we are looking for and we are able to leave.

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/7xxsnr/true_stop_staring_you_creep/

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maroon_panda

{TRUE} Shower Stalker

For starters my name is Jade, I am currently 12, and live in Colorado. I live in a neighborhood with low to no crime. This happened to me about a year ago, I was doing my nightly routine ( shower, brush teeth, and go to bed) while I was getting dressed I heard a loud bang on my bathroom window. Before I go on let me explain the layout of my bathroom , when you walk into the bathroom you see the bathtub right away,to the right of you there's the counter and sink, and next to the counter there's the toilet, the small window in my bathroom is right above my shower. So as I was saying, I heard a loud bang on my window, at first I thought it was my mom trying to scare me but when i walked out of my bathroom, I saw my mom sitting on the couch. In confusion I asked my mom if she had been in the backyard, but in the middle of my sentence we both heard a loud bang on the sliding glass door. My mom told me to get into the laundry room ( my laundry room has no windows). My auntie then got her gun and walked outside. My auntie then comes back in a minute later, she told me she saw foot prints leading up to the electric box. I then got sick to my stomach realizing the person was probably watching me shower, and when I started getting dressed they banged on the window. Several months after this incident I have had people jumping our fence in the middle of the night and walking around the front of our house. I now have a fear of taking showers at night. But to the person who was watching me take a shower, let's not meet again.

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/7v8tho/true_shower_stalker/

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x_Jade_x

[TRUE] Monster or Imagination

My name is Brandon and i live in Alabama i'm about 14 and this story takes place in the year 2008 or 2009 not really sure i was young. So at the time i lived with my grandma and grandpa which i'm not going to say why. So we were not beginning to move in we were doing things around the yard putting grass around the house we had a few people helping my grandpa and grandma while me and my brother played around in the street and around the house it was not a very big house but big enough for us and it had a deck on the back of it and there is a small patch of woods behind it. So will me and my brother were playing i just felt something off about the woods like something was in there watching, and i would hear sounds of leaves and branches moving maybe it was the wind or not. Maybe 40 or 50 minutes later we were hungry and thirsty so we ate and later went back to play. So when we got back we went to play about 10 minutes passed and i forgot about the woods and the sounds i heard i stopped and just looked to see if i see something and i walked over not really close but close enough and still nothing it's like what was ever in there just stopped so i didn't want to think about even more because i get paranoid easily and left and didn't go back over behind the house. The next day there was only a little grass left to cover the house and the sun was setting and i didn't remember to avoid the back of the house unless necessary, i was playing and walked behind and stood had a felling in that something else was here. I turned to my right and saw this big animal or something like a werewolf with yellow eyes looking laying on the ground i stood there seconds then ran to the front of the house telling my grandpa well he didn't believe me and told me to keep playing so for the rest of the time i just sat at the front of the house thinking what that was. I still don't know what it was or if it was there at all and before i moved from there i swear i hear things outside in the woods and sometimes see things. I hope this story gets on the channel.

https://www.reddit.com/r/freehorrorstories/comments/7v43jv/true_monster_or_imagination/

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XBonkX

Anyone else ever see a kangaroo man?

So I don't know what *really* happened. I feel like I am remembering wrong but I don't know what is the wrong part or parts. I still feel a terrified feeling in my chest and spine. When I was... I want to say 7 or 8 I was at the library with my mom when I see this man peeking at me. He was pretending to read a book but he would just stare at me when no one was watching. He was an overalls, a white shirt. He was white but with red tanned skin and these creepy looking really light blue eyes and light, almost whitefish hair. He made me nervous from his eyes alone. But the odd part was it looked like he had a real kangaroo tail attached to him. His tail went through a hole in his overalls and to my eyes it looked very real. Of course I am a kid. No one was reacting to him that I can remember. I looked around to see if anyone else saw him because wtf. This is in the day time and at a public library. People should see his tail.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15ijhx3/anyone_else_ever_see_a_kangaroo_man/

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himselfhi

Still thing creepy that a neighbor did that you still think about.

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EdgyMcMuffin13

My Jinn Shadow

A few decades ago, when my mother was in her 20s and single, she and her friends used a ouija board. They jokingly asked whatever spirit to raise a glass full of water. The glass levitated in the air; they freaked out and stopped playing. This small encounter may not seem too significant but I believe it has resulted in me being haunted most of my life until recently. There are far too many testimonials for a few pages to do justice. Some encounters have been so sickening that no one outside would believe me. AND SOME ENCOUNTERS have actually saved me from dangerous life situations. In a way , I have become so used to having a shadow "watch" me that I can't imagine a normal life without it. It is like I am bound to it whether I like it or not. When my mother was pregnant with me (during the last trimester) she woke up to someone strangling her. She screamed thinking it was my father (the arms were hairy) but it was not. My father rushed upstairs to see my mother's body being lifted and slammed repeatedly on the bed. It immediately stopped. They didnt know what to do so they called the police and the ambulance. The police wanted to arrest my father. The doctors and nurses spoke to my mother in confidence, explaining that she was safe with them. There were clear strangulation marks around her neck so they were convinced this was a domestic dispute. They let them go but frequently checked up randomly until they felt it was ok. After I was born, I was "lost" a few times. I distinctly remember my mother taking me to a store and then abruptly taking me outside a store all the way to train tracks. I distinctly remember holding my mother's hand only to see my mother screaming and running towards me screaming with people behind her. I still felt a hand holding mine but it was not my mother, there was nothing there. This type of experience happened several times during my childhood so much so that my parents were investigated for child neglect. The truth is they knew what was happening because they were haunted by the same spirits. Growing up was very difficult because I could not confide these experiences to my friends. While they were obsessing about movies and girls, I was worried about when I would have my next encounter. Now the thing about these encounters was that they were not "ghostly." My experiences were with things that resembled real people, that spoke and such. You could not tell the difference. The scare would often only come weeks later when I realized the person was not actually there or real. To be continued It gets worse

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15g2qep/my_jinn_shadow/

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Runner20mph

What I Found At An Abandoned Psychiatric Hospital (True Occult Story)

I'd like to preface this story by acknowledging that the truthfulness or reliability of "asylum" or "escaped mental patient" stories tends to be questionable. The reason why I'm skeptical of those stories is that large-scale closures of asylums began in 1967 through the 1980s and were completely decommissioned by 2015. So I raise my eyebrow whenever someone talks about spooky asylum stories that happened within the last two decades or so. Still, I will be sharing my story as factually as my memory allows and refrain from exaggerating any aspect because, unfortunately, this story is true through and through. I often visited my grandparents' home in Traverse City in northern Michigan during the summers with my parents. Traverse City (TC) is a beautiful place, produces 75% of the world's cherries, and was home to the Traverse City Regional Psychiatric Hospital, which operated from 1885 to 1989. Since the United States federal government officially deemed the hospital worthy of preservation for its historical significance, the buildings on the hospital grounds were guarded by patrolling security guards. The TC psychiatric hospital was massive, including 70 or 80 buildings of various sizes. Some buildings have now been converted into restaurants, gift shops, tourism traps, cafes, etc., but many remain empty and abandoned. Underneath the hospital is a sprawling brick tunnel system which the hospital staff used to safely transport the patients from building to building in the frigid winter temperatures. I am sure there were instances where the patients underwent cruel treatments or were subjected to the "care" of horrible doctors, but the TC Psych hospital had a great reputation. Many teenagers, including myself at the time, were unashamedly fascinated with the hospital and its history. As a result, we would often break into abandoned buildings through unbarred windows or doors with pickable padlocks. While there were a few cases where teens would get caught and charged with breaking and entering, as long as we were stealthy, stuck to our safe entrances, and paid attention to the guards' patrol patterns, we could go in and out without worry. I'm not advocating for or trying to justify my criminal act of B&E, but breaking into the old hospital was almost a rite of passage for the TC teens. The hospital's interior was terrifying; there was old, stained, and broken equipment and furniture, crumbling floors and walls, vandalism, strange "old building" noises, and complete and utter darkness in the tunnels, basements, and lower floors. Using flashlights was too risky with the guards patrolling, so we often navigated the hospital by memory and our dimly lit phone screens. As you can imagine, our frightened youthful imaginations ran wild with horror stories, which is pretty ironic considering we made up most of those stories. I'm sorry to disappoint, but I never encountered anything supernatural in all of my trips to the abandoned TC psych hospital. Unfortunately, during my last trip inside, I encountered something all too human that terrified me to the point I swore off ever returning. The story takes place around 10 PM; the moonlight was dim and most patrol guards left for the day. Clad in black, my friend Jason and I entered through the same window we always used and followed our regular path to one of the tall jutting spires to sit by the windows that overlooked the entire city. There was only one thing different about this venture from our others: a new faint and unexplainable smoky odor—not smoky like fire but something more akin to incense. The smell was so faint we almost thought we were imagining it, but it grew stronger as we got closer to our destination. Rather than taking the stairs that led up to the spire, we followed the smell down a different hallway until we reached a room with a deep red glow emanating from the doorway. Rather than doing the smart thing by leaving immediately, we couldn't resist the urge to walk closer and investigate. When we finally reached the room, I audibly gasped and felt Jason grip my wrist so hard his nails left marks on my skin. We found a large ring of red votive candles and burning incense circling a drawing of a pentagram with the sigil of Baphomet. In the center of the drawing was a dead, bloodied bird surrounded by black feathers. Bear in mind that I was raised devoutly Catholic, so seeing this image filled me with a sense of fear stronger and more paralyzing than any ghost sighting ever could. Later on that night, Jason told me I immediately started mumbling prayers, but I personally don't remember doing that. I wouldn't be too terribly surprised, though. While the duration felt infinite, I'm not sure how long we stared at the occult scene before hearing a man's low and ominous voice behind us saying, "Welcome, friends." I promise you that there was absolutely nothing friendly about the way that guy greeted us. Jason and I screamed bloody murder, whipped around, and saw two nicely dressed but frazzled-looking adult men smiling at us. The man in front of me held something in his hand, and while I can't say for sure what it was, I remember thinking it was a knife at the time, which wouldn't be too crazy of a guess considering they recently sacrificed a bird. Jason and I sprinted past the two, and I felt someone's fingers grab the back of my shirt. Thankfully the occultist's hand didn't have a solid hold on me because I ducked and managed to escape his grip. The men shouted for us to stop running—we obviously didn't. We heard their footsteps chasing after us for a little while, but thankfully Jason and I had broken into the hospital so many times that running through the unlit rooms, hallways, and tunnels was no challenge. When we finally reached and vaulted through our escape window, the occultists were nowhere to be seen or heard. We kept running through the hospital grounds until we reached Jason's car with no concern for the patrol guards. We would've rather gotten caught by the guards than the occultists. I puked twice in the parking lot, whether the cause was fear, sprinting nonstop for a mile and a half, or a combination of both. I'm not sure what would've happened if the occultists caught us, but I know for certain they weren't going to crack open a beer and sing Kumbaya by the candlelight... I'm not familiar with cultic practices or "satanic" rituals, so I'm not sure what the men were trying to do or if they were summoning something. If anyone reading this post is more knowledgeable on the topic, please share your thoughts. Jason and I never returned to the hospital during that summer or any of the following summers. While we aren't close now that we're adults, I know that horrifying experience will keep us cemented in each other's memories until we die.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15fp4sw/what_i_found_at_an_abandoned_psychiatric_hospital/

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StarryMarquis

What’s the muttering sound?

I was at home playing video games and smoking weed when I all of a sudden heard some high pitched muttering, I’m right beside my window on the second floor and often hear people talking in the smoke pit below but this wasn’t speaking…. It was really weird sounds and mutters in a creepy high pitched voice. Went back to my game shaking my head about all the crazy drug addicts out there these days. About 5 more minutes went by when I got up to grab a drink and there is a crackhead standing behind me in my apartment watching me game! I screamed at him to get out and he immediately switched to real words apologizing for being in the wrong apartment. I heard this guy for like 15 minutes before I saw him. Thought my heart would stop.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15fs096/whats_the_muttering_sound/

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huskybeaumont

AOL was popular when I was 13.

America Online was a big thing when I was 13, or in other words for my generation “AIM”. Which stood for, you guessed it, AOL instant messenger. It was around 2002 and I would have been a fresh 13 and in 8th grade. I had many times went into chat rooms by myself or with friends goofing around. Unfortunately unsolicited photos were a thing then too but usually you could stay clear of it by the chat room you entered. I didn’t have any photos of myself and back when you had to take a digital photo and upload it from your camera. Plus I was 13 and self conscious which I’m sure anyone can relate with. But one day a guy popped up on my screen lwanting to chat. It went fine at first. I was very naive back then and we quickly fell into a pattern of talking. His name was Dave and lived in California. Eventually him telling me he loved me etc. But the problem was he was “19”. Now I wasn’t proud of this but at first, being 13, I just sent pictures of some random girl and said it was me. He instantly fell for me, telling me age is just a number and how mature I was. Now at this point he did not live “in state” so there was never any chance of us meeting. Eventually he told me he and his mom were moving up to a city that was about hour and half away from me. He started begging me to see him and go to a movie. Anything. I had to break the catfishing truth and say those were not pictures of me but of someone else. He was furious. He had been looking forward to a different type of child this whole time. Dave forgave me a few days later saying “I still want to meet you because I love you”. All the things you say to a young girl to get her to swoon. I think back and I’m like wow, I was 13. So I told my best friend everything I just explained above and that I wanted her to go with me to meet him. There was a whole plan about him driving to see me and going to the movies to finally meet what I thought was the love of my life. I had been brainwashed into believing this was normal. I didn’t tell my mom of course, and honestly she didn’t notice any of it was going on to begin with. So the day my friend and I were going to “meet up” with Dave her mom came and picked us up from school. She said something that made my stomach drop into nothingness. She said “Chrissy you are not going to the movies. You are not going to meet that man. You are going to get seriously hurt or kidnapped and I can’t allow you guys to go”. I cried and cried because I honestly thought I could handle everything and be fine. She told me she wasn’t going to tell my mom. I had to PROMISE to never speak to him again and never plan to meet a stranger online. He ended up showing up and was upset I wasn’t there. He went on AIM flying off the handle like I hadn’t seen at that age. It scared me. It scared me how close I was to this man being near me. I never talked to Dave again. But I easily believe I would have been kidnapped or worse that day if my best friends mom hadn’t stepped in. My mom would have been none the wiser. I was none the wiser. But I am here today and learned a dire lesson.

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-Thenburyher

I can’t find my grave.

I’m not sure where to even begin with this, but it started with death. Going into my senior year we lost a fellow student in a car accident. Pretty intense situation. I knew the girl named Taylor, and had seen her in the hall only a few weeks before and said hi. We were never great friends but we had a few mutual and had spoken recently on chat about the guy we both new named Eric, who was a few years older than us. After Taylor passed away so tragically and a lot of hurt was seeping into our community. The mutual friend was devastated at the news, (he becomes important to the story) and met with her family for the first time after her death. Taylor came to me in a dream that night. I was looking at her from across desks when we never had a class together. I said “Taylor? Why are you here you shouldn’t be here?”, in my dream my friend Jade turned around and said who are you talking to? Taylor was disappeared before I could point out she was clearly there. All the sudden I was in this local graveyard beneath this tree on a hill with her. She just kept repeating in sobs “I’m so scared, I’m so cold, I don’t know why I’m here please help me. I want my mom. I want to go home.” All I could do was try to get words out to comfort her or something but nothing came of it and I woke up. There was a service a few weeks later majority of our school attended. She was driven away in a hearse with her family behind for a private burial in the local cemetery. I caught up with our friend Eric at the service and he had said they picked the most beautiful spot for her. On a hill. Under a tree. I had no way of knowing that and I had dreamt of Taylor a few weeks prior to it. To this day it seemed so real when she came to me in my dream. That she was really crying out for help to one of the few people that may have been able to hear her. I’ve had a few crazy experiences with paranormal happenings and I’d be happy to share them. But it’s always a somber feeling when I realize they aren’t made up. That the fear I felt through every experience was real. The people around me felt real fear. There’s so much more to this world we’ll ever know.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15fghx0/i_cant_find_my_grave/

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-Thenburyher

true horror stories

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Illustrious_Aioli616

A Stalker In The Woods

Decided to drive to the largest forest in my county in hopes of getting back in touch with nature. Needing to clear my head. I asked the local forestry office the best place for a quick walk off of the main trails and was directed to this picturesque spot a little ways down the road. No reception, with the rare bit of blue sky we get in the UK, I was glad I made the spontaneous trip, and as I walked further down the path I saw a clearing in the trees to my right. Since the plan was to get closer with nature, I ventured into the trees off the beaten path. It was great, I explored the area, listened to the birds as they swooped from branch to branch. Even got a good 5 minutes of meditation in, before I heard what sounded like two animals fighting. I assumed they were just foxes and moved on. I unexpectedly reached this sand road as I emerged from the trees, but decided to walk along it for a moment as I scanned for an entry into the forest on the other side of the road. But as I looked around, I spotted a bra dangling from a bush near the road. Now, I'm aware people go to the forest for all sorts of reasons, but this did put me slightly on edge. As I turned around, I heard an electric car making its way up the road, by the time I heard it it was less than 300 yards away. My instincts told me to hide or just avoid being seen, but there was no time, so I simply gave a polite nod as he passed and made my way in the opposite direction. He parks up behind me, just out of view. I begin to make my way off of the road, intending to go explore further, but when I saw the car, for a moment, doing a 180 turn then parking again, something told me to turn around and go back the way I came. As I made my way back onto the road, I spot this man in a white shirt behind the bush the bra was hanging from. He was going in the direction I just changed course from. I crossed the road and made my way back into the forest I had arrived on the sand road from. When I got slightly further in, I turned around to check if the man continued in the opposite direction, but he didnt. Instead, I see he has also crossed the road and is making his way into the part of the woods I entered. By this point, I knew I was being followed, there was no way he coincidentally went one way then turned to head into this part of the forest that I entered. But I kept my pace brisk, rather than running. My physical health can go south quick, my knees are brittle and my ankles are weak. So rushing could cost me, especially since I still had to reach my car and drive away. As I travelled further, he was always following. Was cursing my luck as I made my way to the end of that section of the forest, just before the path that was after a large patch of grass and shrubbery. But as I looked back, I couldn't see him. I stopped for longer than I should have, scanning the trees, and listening intently. But I hear nothing. See nothing. I make my way back onto the path with some relief and turn one last time to check the treeline. When I see he's not there, I begin considering I was overthinking the whole situation. But just as those thoughts cross my mind, I see the man emerge from the opposite side from where he was previously. At the edge of the treeline. He just, stared at me... But I wasn't going to take anymore chances, so I made my way down the path and back to my car. Making sure to get out of there quickly, as I knew he would have to head down the same tight country road. I reported the man to the forestry office, but there wasn't much they could do. So that was it. When I paused at the treeline, when I couldn't see him. For him to have emerged from where he did when I had made it back to the path, he had to have approached from another angle. An angle that I admittedly, wasn't checking... But I'm glad I never went further into the forest, I'm glad I followed my instincts. Otherwise, the only way back would have been through him. And God knows what his intentions were...

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15etd4x/a_stalker_in_the_woods/

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GreyK2222

I saw a UFO a few years ago.

Just to get started I am a 13 year old male and at the time I was about 10 or 11. So not to long ago. I was at a friend's house in late 2020 or 2021, I think it was autumn. Me, my brother, and 4 other friends were all playing outside, jumping on the trampoline. My friend that owns the house lives near the woods, I'll call him hunter for now. There is a big part of woods behind his house that stretch on for miles and miles. When we were all playing I looked over and saw what looked like to be a alien ship from a movie. I saw it and continued to look at it for a while and I thought "what is that?". Picture a UFO from a movie, typically dark gray with green lights. This had the same shape but it was light gray with red lights. Hunter saw me staring at it and everyone else looked at it too. They all saw the same exact thing as me. It wasn't my imagination. I tried to calm the little ones down by saying it was a Casey's gas station sign, which doesn't make sense for that to be in the middle of the woods. It looked very close. Maybe about 200 feet into the woods. We tried to continue to have fun but it was still there. Bottom half spinning, top was staying still, and it was hovering too. So we all went inside and went back out about 1 minute later. We all looked there and it was gone. Like it had flown away. I was wondering if the trees had covered it so I looked around, moved around, trying to get a clear picture, and it was gone. How could something so big, fly away that fast, with all those trees in the way? Doesn't make any sense, so it must've had a vertical take-off. We would've heard it though if it was a plane or jet our world has. It was completely silent the whole time. It was a silent, red and gray, UFO that can go really fast. I don't get how that works? It must've been some spaceship from some other planet. We don't have that technology. Then the government just recently confirmed aliens from other planets are real. The only way they can get here is from that type of technology right? Anyways, I'm going to ask my brother if he remembers it, then I'll ask hunter. If anyone has seen the same please tell me. (I'm not joking about this either, it's a real event I saw.)

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15ekohm/i_saw_a_ufo_a_few_years_ago/

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IlluminateGaming

Someone Was Stalking Us

It was a nice autumn night and my family and I decided to have a campfire. We went outside after it was dark and we were roasting marshmallows and making s’mores while we sat around the campfire talking. The campfire was at the very edge of the woods by our playground which was quite far from our house since we had a lot of acres. We had spent time outside at night before and everything was okay. But this night we spent a few hours outside and then suddenly we heard something in the woods. We heard leaves crunching and a stick break. We thought it was an animal so we ignored it. We went back to talking and then we heard it again. It sounded like it was getting closer and closer. The footsteps didn’t sound like an animal and instead it sounded like a human. Then we heard someone cough in the woods. My family and I all stood there in silence because we were freaked out. We shined our flashlights into the woods to see who or what was there. We saw a dark figure of a man hide behind a tree. They were watching us! We left everything outside and ran as fast as we could back to the house. Once we were inside our house we locked all the doors and windows. My family and I thought that the person watching us this time was the same person as the one that was following my sister and I while we were hiking. We were all scared and still to this day I have no idea who that was watching us or what they would have done to us if we hadn’t ran away. After this we never had a campfire at night ever again and instead we did it during the daytime.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15eecax/someone_was_stalking_us/

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Isabel_512

Paranormal Janitorial Job {P1}

I'm a female from a small residential town in Canada BC, ok my story is based around 2016 - 2017 not to sure on the months but I know it was in fall after around two weeks of working in the community school. OK, for the first few paranormal experiences that happened to me was in the broad office, that's like a minute walk from the back of the school. I know I was in the broad office alone because I always check to see in there is someone staying late, so after I checked around to make sure not to scare anyone I went down stairs where there is an meeting room that was used for storage, open space for shelf to store files and what not, and plus the washroom in the back corner. So I usually clean the washroom first before I go back up to clean the offices upstairs, cleaned the washroom grabbed the garbage then as I was leaving the washroom I hear some lady I didn't recognize say "You f***ing b****" to the right side of me, I had my wired earphones hanging off of my ear to just hear my music. (I know all the songs I have on that playlist) I looked over my shoulder to see no one standing in the dark corner, I swear my heart almost stopped when I saw no one there then booked it back up the stairs and calmed myself down, went back to cleaning but as I was walking around I looked out the windows to see if there might have been someone outside but no one was around! Another time I went up to clean the broad office it was sometime in October so it was getting dark out earlier, I cleaned out the offices before I went down to the washroom down stairs after I cleaned the washroom I Swept all the floors down there. As I was sweeping I heard footsteps outside stairs, (I always lock the door went I'm in the broad office) then heard the door unlock, door open then close so I kinda yelled up to let whoever came inside I was there cleaning and apologized if I scared them but nothing no other footsteps no response back! Thinking ok, maybe they didn't hear me, so I repeated myself, I walked up saying hello?? Nothing. Went to the front door to see if anyone was there, no one, but I did see the door unlocked when I knew I locked it behind me! So I said the hell with it grabbing all the garbage in the hallway where I left them, I looked up towards the back offices, and one of the doors slammed shut! Ran out, locked it behind me, and went back to the school shaking so back I had a panic attack.... (Don't worry, I called someone to go and check on the broad office, and they helped me calm down) To be continued?...I'm a female from a small residential town in Canada BC, ok my story is based around 2016 - 2017 not to sure on the months but I know it was in fall after around two weeks of working in the community school. OK, for the first few paranormal experiences that happened to me, I was in the board office, and that's like a minute walk from the back of the school. I know I was in the board office alone because I always check to see in there is someone staying late, so after I checked around to make sure not to scare anyone I went down stairs where there is an meeting room that was used for storage, open space for shelf to store files and what not, and plus the washroom in the back corner. So I usually clean the washroom first before I go back up to clean the offices upstairs, cleaned the washroom grabbed the garbage then as I was leaving the washroom I hear some lady I didn't recognize say "You f***ing b****" to the right side of me, I had my wired earphones hanging off of my ear to just hear my music. (I know all the songs I have on that playlist) I looked over my shoulder to see no one standing in the dark corner, I swear my heart almost stopped when I saw no one there then booked it back up the stairs and calmed myself down, went back to cleaning but as I was walking around I looked out the windows to see if there might have been someone outside but no one was around! Another time I went up to clean the board office it was sometime in October so it was getting dark out earlier, I cleaned out the offices before I went down to the washroom down stairs after I cleaned the washroom I Swept all the floors down there. As I was sweeping I heard footsteps outside stairs, (I always lock the door went I'm in the board office) then heard the door unlock, door open then close so I kinda yelled up to let whoever came inside I was there cleaning and apologized if I scared them but nothing no other footsteps no response back! Thinking ok, maybe they didn't hear me, so I repeated myself, I walked up saying hello?? Nothing. Went to the front door to see if anyone was there, no one, but I did see the door unlocked when I knew I locked it behind me! So I said the hell with it grabbing all the garbage in the hallway where I left them, I looked up towards the back offices, and one of the doors slammed shut! Ran out, locked it behind me, and went back to the school shaking so back I had a panic attack.... (Don't worry, I called someone to go and check on the board office, and they helped me calm down) To be continued?...

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15e4umd/paranormal_janitorial_job_p1/

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StayinLovely

I have a glitch in the matrix story to tell you

hey everyone, my name is Krissy, and boy oh boy do I have a story for you. This was a few years back, I think I was like 16. My mom and Dad left me home alone to run some errands, I was watching tv. I was sitting on the couch and it was quiet besides the blasting Tv. I decided to take a little nap. I woke up and it was dark outside and my parents were home. I was like ohhhh shitt, Mom and Dad are home and I haven't done any chores, then I ran up to Mom and was like I'm sorry I fell asleep, etc. She was like why, I haven't asked you to do anything it's 7:30, I was like yeah you did you wanted me to sweep and mop and all of that stuff. And then I look down at my phone, and it said 7:34 am, Wednesday, July 17. I was like, no that can't be I fell asleep at like 2 PM. She was like sweetie you must have been dreaming, then the day continued to play out exactly like it did before, except I went to the store with them, I saw a TikTok where someone had a similar experience but it ended up reverting back to the original time. Pls tell me I'm not going crazy

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15drir3/i_have_a_glitch_in_the_matrix_story_to_tell_you/

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Iheartrickandmorty

As a Kid

It was right before I woke up. I was in the air at the top of the block I lived on. It was dim outside; I knew I had to hurry up and get back to my body because I was going to wake up. I flew down the street over the trees, the streetlights, a garage, and into my room then into my body as my mom woke me up to get ready for school. At the time I wasn't sure if it was a dream or a memory. Now it is a memory of a dream or a memory of something that happened

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15dc3k2/as_a_kid/

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BikeTireManGo

the thing by my house

I am not going to use real names for privacy reasons. I will us Mike, Jake and Phill instead. This is my own story this happened about a little over a month ago, so I live in the middle of nowhere in Colorado near to the Utah border. I love to go on walks and enjoy the outdoors. there is a canyon about a ten-minute walk from my house. on resent hikes in the canyon, I have found animal bones and tracks down there I have been hunting most my life, so I know what animals we have in our area. but anyway, back to the story. it was a few days before my little brother's birthday. so, my little brother wants to go camping for his birthday sadly for family reasons we couldn't so we decide we would camp in the yard. we go outside to make the tent and get stuff ready for my little brother's friend to come over. after about twenty minutes we have everything set up and we go get jake. after picking up jake we went to the store to get stuff for smores. we got back to the house and ate dinner my aunt made for us. we hung out next to the fire until it got dark. then we had smores and laid down for the night. mike and jake were out in minutes so I went back out to look at the stars I was out there for about hour when I heard footsteps on the gravel road that goes in front of my house, nobody walks this rode at this hour. so, I thought it could be a deer or Something along those lines. so, I brush it off then about five second later I heard a coyote howl and then another one and another. I quietly crawl back to the tent to see mike and jake are pale white and looking out the window of the tent. so, I try to see what they are looking at. at first, I didn't see anything then there was some movement just acrost the street from the telephone pole about 40 Ish yards away. it was what I thought to be a coyote it was hard to tell with it Bing so dark. the boys were really scared and whispered to me; we should go inside. so, we slowly got up and crawled out of the tent. I watched as the thing as we slowly got close to the house. Mike and jake were going in the door and I was on the porch a few feet away from the door when I seen it cross the rode coming into the light. I could see it clearly now it looked like a coyote that was hit by a car. its limbs were mangled and was covered in blood. I ran inside and locked the door behind me. the boys were in the kitchen. my aunt and little sister were asleep. jake and mike went to bed shortly after that and I Stade up all night to make sure it didn't try to come in, it actually holed but that was it. The next day I told my uncle what happed, and he told me it was more than like a skin walker. it would make since it sounds like the Native American story's I used to hear growing up.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15d5qbu/the_thing_by_my_house/

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Full-Activity9878

The Haunted Painting

When I was in our province, I saw an old house that had stood abandoned for decades. It was said to be a curse. But one day, I asked my cousins to explore the abandoned house but they resisted because a lot of old people say that if you go inside that house, something bad will happen to you. I couldn't resist the temptation to explore the scary place that’s why I go alone. I ventured into the house, my heart was beating with excitement and fear. The place was also filled with dust and cobwebs. As I wandered through the corridors, I stumbled upon a room that held an old painting. The portrait depicted a woman with hauntingly beautiful eyes, but there was a darkness about her that sent a chill on me. While I can’t take my eyes away from the painting, I decided to take it home with me. That night, as I hung the ominous artwork in my room, I noticed an unsettling change. The eyes of the woman seemed to follow me wherever I moved. I dismissed it as a mere illusion, blaming my tired mind. Days passed, and I became increasingly obsessed with the painting. I would spend hours staring into those haunting eyes. However, as I spent more time with the artwork, strange occurrences began to unfold. Objects in my room would inexplicably move. Soon, I started experiencing terrible nightmares. I would dream of the woman in the painting. The lines between reality and the dream world blurred, and I became a slave to the force that had possessed the painting. Some parts of the painting turned into disturbing and twisted images, as if some unseen entity guided her brush. My cousins and family grew concerned, but I couldn't break free from the clutches of the haunted painting. It had consumed me entirely. The next morning, the old house stood empty once more, and the painting was nowhere to be found. The locals and my grandmother say that the cursed artwork continues to wander, seeking a new victim to possess and consume. Some say they've caught a glimpse of the haunted painting in the darkest corners of their dreams, reminding them that evil never truly dies—it merely lurks, waiting for a new opportunity to unleash. When my family noticed a change in me, they immediately removed the painting while I was away for some time. They expressed concern that I was constantly gazing at the painting even when engaged in conversations with them, and that I seldom left my room. Normally, when we're at the province, we all enjoy going to the beach and having fun together. However, my behavior had become unusually reclusive due to my obsession with the painting. Feeling worried about my well-being, they decided to have me checked and took me to the church, where the priest conducted a prayer for me in the hope that any negative energies or spirits would be driven away from my body. Thankfully, the painting did not have a negative impact on me directly. My family believes that the spirit residing within the painting tends to target individuals who become obsessed with it. The fear was that over time, I might have unknowingly become entrapped by the painting, with the spirit using my body as [continue reading](https://www.toodat.com/community/TheHaunted/ISawaGhost/kpQJ0dNkpLeLOvE2)...

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chickennuggets_12

We accidentaly saved a motorcyclist from a monster attack

You can believe it or not, but this this happened in Spain 2 years ago when I was 20. Returning home at night, while I was the copilot. It was pitch dark, and I enjoyed seeing the road surrounded by darkness. We were overtaken by a motorcycle that I barely noticed at that moment. A minute later, while taking a turn, we saw the motorcycle lying in the middle of the road and as my father tries to avoid it, we saw a motorcyclist who seemed to be under attack by an animal. When the lights illuminated it, we saw a creature with pale skin and too many legs on top of him. Before we could process what we had seen, that thing ran away. We waited in complete silence for a few seconds. The man was trying to stand up but he was too frightened. My father told me to stay in the car and honk if I see anything. While he was outside helping the motorcyclist, I didn't see anything, but I felt like a prey being stalked. It's a primal instinct, so strong that I could hardly think of anything else. I couldn't hear well and I didn't pay much attention but I think my father offered to drive him to the hospital, and the man refused, which was strange. He didn't seem injured, just few scratch, so my father told him he could drive just ahead of us if he wanted. When my father opened the car door to get in, he stood still for a moment, looking at me before getting in. Nowadays I think he was actually looking at my window, which terrifies me. The motorcyclist waved at us, started his motorcycle, and we followed closely until he took a different path. At first, I kept looking at the road just in case, but I was so scared that I decided to look at my feet for the rest of the journey. We haven't returned to that area since then. So thats it, not a big story but incredibly terrifying to me. I don't know what we saw because it was less than a second but it was the size of a pony and as I said, I saw more than 4 limbs. The scariest thing to me is that it moved too damn fast. Edit: Sorry about my english and spelling mistakes I tried to translate it as good as possible. 2nd edit: in two days, Im going on vacation to the same place with my parents. I don't know how to feel about that. Appart from that, talking about this with friends I have discoveree that some of them who had their own stories about encounters and stuff. I have collected some interesting stories so if you are interesed I'll share them in another post.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15cn05f/we_accidentaly_saved_a_motorcyclist_from_a/

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Low_Tie_8388

I have no clue to what it is But I know I won't be as stupid as last time

I'm the kind of guy who likes to go for walks in the woods cuz it's normally peaceful here in the summer it's really hot so I was going at night I have grown up in this area for a while I am currently 20 a couple nights ago I went for a walk in the woods at night as one does in the summer I knew I should have turned back a while ago before I got deep in the woods because it was quiet more quiet than usual but I was stupid and kept going When I got probably a mile deep in this woods I came to a lake where people normally go fishing and stuff still eerily quiet Not long after me getting there I felt something watching me I had might as well have been a kitchen knife in my pocket with how large it was now I did probably one of the dumbest things I could have done I didn't bring a flashlight so my only light was the moonlight I didn't want to leave the lake area because I couldn't see what it was that was watching me till it came crawling out of the tree line look like possibly a dog man maybe a werewolf maybe something else It was furry that's all I could say for sure because My brain was focus on survival I grabbed a hold of the knife that was in my pocket because I had no idea what this creatures intention was that But I was not looking to die that night now I was trying to get a size of it but it was kind of hard for me to tell with it crawling but once it's stood up it looked probably around the 6 ft maybe 7 ft it was big and it felt like it was staring right at me so I did the only sane thing back up and back up slowly Well that wasn't really the smartest idea because the moment I started backing up was the moment it got on to all fours and started running towards me And then I did a stupid thing I turn my back and started running as well the creature was faster than me a lot faster so it caught up to me really quick And now I was back in the trees so couldn't see anything But I could hear it So I decided to stop running which I already made myself look like prey so I need to make myself look like a predator I turned to face what would be attacking me knife in hand ready to go And that helped me none Because it wasn't in front of me anymore So I turn to everywhere I heard a sound which I think it was circling me there could have been More than one And I genuinely thought I was going to die before I heard this loud howl which is what led me to believe again werewolf or dogman and I heard the sound of the creature retreating running towards the howl But I can say for certain I learned something at night If you're going into the woods at night have a gun on you and a flashlight And if you don't hear anything in the woods don't go in the woods

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15c1oba/i_have_no_clue_to_what_it_is_but_i_know_i_wont_be/

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dumbLdb

That Night

If your seeing this I may be dead or worse for starters I’m a 24 year old female and when I was 10 my aunt and cousin were staying over for a bit so it was pretty fun and the day my cousin came over we went to a play place and when I came home I showered and went to bed in my room, at 4AM I woke up for no reason and couldn’t move, I saw a tall figure that reached to the ceiling peek out of the bathroom door and glare at me, my night-light was on but I was still scared, I wanted to move and sleep with my parents but I couldn’t even move a mussel, I could only move my head it was like if my brain wanted me to dart out the room inside my parents room but my body was stuck in fear, my parents room was right in front of mine and my aunts and cousins were farther away, I kept falling asleep I hoped that in my dream I could ask someone for help to come in my room and save me, but I kept getting distracted by my aunt and cousin at the same play place We went to earlier, I kept getting distracted until I went under the covers and passed out, I woke up the next morning in a puddle of sweat since It was winter and I was wearing a long shirt/pants alongside a rope so it was pretty hot it was Saturday so I didn’t have school, I finally went downstairs to my parents,aunt, and my cousins eating breakfast, keep in mind this house is really old and I think there were about 4-7 murders in it, so I told my parents and they told me I was probably scared that’s why, so I brushed it off and lived life like normal, 14 years later the same thing happened, I thought it was sleep paralysis since I had it a couple times, again the tall thing I saw 14 years ago came out and glared at me, I thought it wasn’t real until, I realized I could move.

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Emplodedpear334

Manus

**Context** Okay, so. Before I get into the spooks and mystery, let me start by saying that all this is 100% legit. My family has something strange going on, none of this has been fraudulent, and I am a bit of a skeptic, so I am 100% with all of you in the realm of uncertainty. Still, I will tell the story of the strange handprints and activity at my mother's house. My name is Elijah, and I live in Milton, Vermont. I live with my grandmother and grandfather, and we live in a very isolated area. My mother lives in Burlington, Vermont, and I do not live with my mother as she has been struggling financially, although she is the most excellent mother anyone could ever ask for. My little sister, Marissa, currently resides in the residence with my mother at Northgate Apartments. This is the critical location for everything. I have written a creepypasta using the image from my mother's basement, as It has been chilling enough to inspire me. MANUS It all began in Northgate 404 when I lived with my mother; I would recall hearing strange noises radiating from the radiator, no pun intended, and the noises would haunt me significantly to the point where I would stay awake for literal hours. I was sleep deprived when arriving at school. My teacher seemed genuinely concerned for me every time I came looking like a zombie until one day, I returned home on the bus, exhausted as always. I noticed the basement door had been left wide open, I yelled up the stairs to my mom, asking if she had left the basement door open, and she yelled no back down to me, so I closed the door without a second thought. Every time I lay in bed, I felt like my eyes were watching me, and my friends always stated that they felt "pressure" every time they came over to visit. It was strange but nothing short of a possible coincidence. Six years later, I no longer live in those apartments with my mother due to her trouble supporting my siblings and me, but my mother still currently resides in the apartment. My mother and my little sister Marissa come over frequently to visit for lunch and always come over and relay the real and strange experiences in these complex apartments. One day on our way home from church in the car, I was talking about my favorite horror games, and then, my mother was talking about a strange handprint on the wall in the basement that just happened to appear. I am super skeptical and love all things horror, so this story intrigued me. I asked my mother if she had been home or if Marissa had been home. My mother works at Walmart pretty intensely as a team lead, and my little sister attends school pretty much every day, and the handprint is not children sized, as I have learned. My mother explained that this wasn't the only strange event at the apartment. Objects move independently as if misplaced or lost and not where they originally were. For example, a figurine of a church seemed to move from the kitchen into the living room. A lamp seemingly fell over, and finally, my mother's boyfriend at the time had been locked in the bathroom room upstairs; while my mother was downstairs cleaning the dishes, my mother's boyfriend began to harass my sister Marissa and demand answers as to why she had locked him in the bathroom. These small things were bizarre, so I decided to investigate further. I returned to my mother's apartment where I used to live, and It felt as strange yet, familiar as it did before.I took my flashlight and my EMF downstairs (yep. I brought my EMF.), and I began to search for this so-called handprint and then I found it on the wall in the messy and cold basement; for some reason, all of the hairs stood on my arms and neck, I felt like I was freezing, and then I got a headache after staring at this handprint for about fiveish minutes. I was uncomfortable, and the "vibes" radiating from that basement were horrifying. My mother has moved from 404 to 453 and still experiences strange occurrences, 404 to 453, and still experiences strange events. For example, a trashcan slides across the floor, and peculiar scratch noises are heard from the basement, even when the cat is upstairs. Somehow, my mother's keys ended up in the basement just recently, and this is most certainly where she would least likely put her keys. And then, not too later, a handprint appears again in the basement. I knew I had to see it; I knew I had to investigate and record this phenomenon. Perhaps, whatever it is, has followed her? But the day I went to my mother's new apartment in 453, I photographed the unique handprint on the basement wall and photographed it. A month later, a strange handprint appeared on the wall above my computer, very close to the ceiling, and consistently, the lights flickered in my house, and my hair stood up at random times throughout the day. I have also photographed this. Further information: In between 404 and 453 was 72, and my mother had claimed to have seen a ghostly apparition on the ceiling when the lights flickered, and a cake had randomly fallen to the floor. However, it had been residing in the middle of the table. [https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1SUaz-6WY3Q4MdYHUfnNybtdq5ZqPXitf?usp=sharing](https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1SUaz-6WY3Q4MdYHUfnNybtdq5ZqPXitf?usp=sharing)

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Easy_Spite_4328

Creepy confession

Decades ago, in my youth, I lived in a small town in India without modern amenities like smartphones, video games, or the internet. Entertainment back then was going to the cinema, a special treat for us kids. I vividly remember a particular night when I eagerly went to watch a re-released, old black & white film in a theater called Vijaya Mahal. The cinema was on the eastern side of town, separated from our place by a major railway line. Although it was a late-night show, I managed to get permission from my family. After an exciting evening at the movies, the show ended around 1:00 am, and I made my way back home. Instead of taking the safe route through the manned railway gate, I decided to take a shortcut and crossed the railway tracks directly. As I walked in the darkness, lost in my thoughts about the movie, I suddenly felt something soft at my feet. Unable to see clearly, I curiously reached down and found my hand grasping long, wet hair. Startled, I realized I was looking at a human head without a body nearby. Fear engulfed me, and I hurriedly moved away. With my senses heightened, I carefully made my way back, avoiding any mishaps, and managed to reach the other side of the railway line. Once there, I couldn't forget the eerie encounter. The next day, the local newspaper reported that a woman had committed suicide by jumping in front of a train. This [haunting incident](https://www.toodat.com/community/Creepyconf/CoolStuff/9gW4QbYE7nbzqM5Y) remained etched in my memory, and I couldn't share it with anyone for a long time. It took me a while to overcome the fear and to see darkness as just darkness again, without the haunting image of that night.

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No_Response9925

I think i’m living together with my dead great grandma

First of all I'm sorry for my grammar English is not my first language. So it all started when I started hearing a scratching in the attic. My room is a converted room in the attic but other than my room the attic is old and quite uninhabitable. Some nights I've heard scraping on the walls from this old area. When I told my parents, we assumed that there were some animals living up there, so we installed a camera there. The camera filmed the walls to my room there all night long but clearly there wasn't an animal. The funny thing was, however, that I still heard the scratching on those nights. I have a dog and it's not uncommon for him to bark at some seemingly empty corner, but I didn't think much of it, animals do weird things sometimes. He's also quite a timid dog so I didn't see it as odd if he comes to me whimpering sometimes I mean he even gets scared of boxes. When I was talking to my mother the other day, she told me that her grandmother helped build this house and has lived in this house all her life. She died in the room I'm sleeping in now. I would really appreciate your opinion on this or If anyone knows what I can do Thank you :)

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Leather_Ad_2884

Haunted Isolation: A Spooky Quarantine Experience (Part 1)

Sharing with you this spooky quarantine experienced that I’ve read long time ago: Adrian Gomez and his partner were initially enjoying their time in Los Angeles during the coronavirus pandemic, working remotely, engaging in activities, and taking walks. However, strange occurrences began to unsettle them. One night, the front door rattled vigorously, even though no one was present. Later, while in bed, Adrian noticed a nearby window shade shaking intensely against a closed window, as if there was an earthquake. The incident frightened him enough to hide under the comforter. The odd events continued, with the couple distinctly hearing footsteps above their heads, despite there being no neighbors living on the floor above them. Before this, they had not experienced any unexplained activity at home. "I'm usually quite rational," stated Mr. Gomez, a 26-year-old working in I.T. support. He tries to logically consider plausible explanations for the strange occurrences they experienced at home. However, when unable to find tangible answers, he admits that he begins to entertain the idea that something else, perhaps beyond the ordinary, might be at play. They’re not alone … possibly in more ways than one. Prior to the implementation of stay-at-home restrictions in New York, Patrick Hinds, aged 42, along with his husband and daughter, decided to escape Manhattan. They opted to spend six weeks at a charming cottage in western Massachusetts, which they had rented through [continue reading...](https://www.toodat.com/community/HauntedIso/ScaryReviews/oYq9wdL9gXejPXgE) ​

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15acllj/haunted_isolation_a_spooky_quarantine_experience/

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chickennuggets_12

Haunted Isolation: A Spooky Quarantine Experience (Part 2)

Continuation from my previous [post](https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/15acllj/haunted_isolation_a_spooky_quarantine_experience/). Continuation of part 1… Since that incident, she has noticed other small objects, like a set of keys, mysteriously relocating to odd places within her apartment. The reappearance of the camera lens, especially, struck her as mischievous and playful. It almost felt as if it were a thoughtful suggestion, nudging her to revisit her old hobby of film-making, considering she had majored in film during college. In the Ridgewood neighborhood of Queens, Kerry Dunlap, a 31-year-old teacher, rapper, and concert promoter, shares a one-bedroom apartment with his girlfriend, Alexandra Cohl, a 27-year-old writer and editor. Last summer, Mr. Dunlap believes he encountered their resident ghost for the first time. In the middle of the night, he spotted a glowing figure wearing green scrubs in the bathroom, standing just an arm's length away from him. However, as soon as he turned on the light, the woman disappeared. Interestingly, one of their friends, whom the couple is subleasing from, had also mentioned seeing a ghost in the apartment before. According to their descriptions, the apparition appeared to be that of an older Asian woman of small stature. Besides the ghostly encounters, the couple used to engage in late-night battles over their too-small comforter, vying for a comfortable position. However, several weeks ago, Mr. Dunlap experienced something peculiar. One night, he woke up feeling the sensation of someone, whom he assumed was Ms. Cohl, adjusting the blanket at his feet to spread it evenly. When he called out to her, there was no response, and he didn't find his... [continue reading](https://www.toodat.com/community/HauntedIso/ScaryReviews/5pmWZdPNZ1aKgRlQ) ​

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chickennuggets_12

Kichkandi from Nepalese folklore.

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BeliCro101

The Bubonic God - Part 1

There were five graves behind Antonio Contadino’s cottage, and he spent the day digging a new one. Antonio stood of average height, and he lived in Siena Italy. He and his wife, Maria, and daughter, Isabella, lived in a quaint cottage. A pestilent boil had taken residence on the top of Maria’s left foot a few days ago. It was then that the coughing and vomiting began. Before the boil formed, Maria had swatted her foot and killed the flea which bit her. She noted that the bubo had formed where the flea bit her. But now, early in the morning, Maria had coughed and wretched no more. In her bed, she lay lifeless and cold. Antonio’s hands quivered as he stood beside his cottage. He had plenty of farmland that he would need to tend to in the spring, but today he focused on one thing: burying his wife. A mound of dirt sat beside an open rectangular hole, and beside this hole were five other graves. Children of their past rest here, claimed by disease. Antonio kept their names etched into his mind but did not speak about them much. Crops needed tending, and life moved on. The year is 1,348, and death is expected. Each child who survives is a miracle from God. The bubonic plague had begun to waft through Sicily. It had already trespassed onto the doorsteps of Siena and claimed his wife. Antonio didn’t know, nor did anyone else know of the plague. All they knew was that the people who had purple boils were soon to die. Gray clouds rolled over tilled fields. There were lines of humped dirt, prepared for crops, and the grass was thin and yellow. From the east, wind hissed as it passed through skeletal trees. A dirt and cobblestone path crossed in front of Antonio’s home. Travel upon it has increased since the whispers of death came to Siena. Antonio leaned against his cottage. His lower back throbbed, and his neck remained stiff. Sweat clung to his black bangs and glistened on his cheekbones. His eyes, brown and tired, scanned the tilled fields. The scent of dirt came unto him. Antonio withdrew his attention from the field and turned it toward the road, to the city. On the path before him walked a man slightly taller than himself. Antonio knew this man, and he smiled. The man in the distance was a friend made long ago, and his name was Matteo Ferro. Matteo’s brown and thick hair wafted against the wind, and he pulled his hood up to cover his ears. In his hand was a large sack. Flowers protruded from the top of it. Antonio smiled, because he had hoped Matteo would come and pay respects to Maria. Catching up with friends has become more difficult now. The famine had fingered its way through Europe. Everyone had to work more and socialize less. Behind Matteo clacked the hooves of a horse. Antonio could not see the stallion, but he could hear it. A pale white horse arose from the slight slope of a hill in the distance and passed Matteo. Atop the beast sat a small man, and on the back of the horse was a bag full of letters. The man was a courier, and today there was a message. Antonio stepped forward because the courier’s eyes were fixed upon him. The horse neighed as the courier pulled it to a stop. Antonio fixed his hands on his hips and walked to the dirt road and cleared his throat. Antonio raised his hand into the air, as though to catch something, and said, “what news have you?” The courier turned around and ruffled through his bag of messages. He removed Antonio’s and then drew a hard stare. He said, “fair morning, sir of the fields. Dread and pestilence seemed to have spread from Caffa to here. This much I know: the bodies of soldiers, long dead and ridden with purple buboes, have been used as fodder against the people of Caffa. Innocent men, women, and even child. These people have seen the pustulant sores of those soldiers upon their own bodies, and they too soon perish. There is news that the streets of Sicily drip with the puss from those sores. What have we done to deserve a wrath such as this?” The courier grabbed the reins of the horse and kicked at its sides. He trotted down the road until he turned around a bend, to never be seen again. Antonio opened the envelope and inside was a letter from his sister, Francesca. It read: dearest brother, I have heard the most horrible of news and I fear for the safety of ourselves and of your own family. I hereby request that you journey to our homestead where we may live secluded from the dreadful nature of this pestilence. We have a vast root cellar and stores of food that can feed both our families. We have plenty of space on our farm, and because we live far enough away from the city of Ferrara, I do not fear that random interlopers will bring the terrible plague with them. Although these are the early years of the plague, I shriek at the horrors which transpire in my mind. Friends from a far had told me of what becomes of those who succumb to it, and I fear how quickly it has spread from the Asian countries to our homeland. Please, dear brother, heed my letter, for I fear this pestilence will not relent and will strike with extreme prejudice. There are men made of madness who will use this pestilence and religion as their sword and shield. Please leave at once. With love, Francesca. Antonio shivered as he pulled his eyes away from the letter and looked at Matteo, who now stood a few feet away. He nodded at his beloved friend, and no sooner, Matteo embraced Antonio. Matteo squeezed his dear friend tight in his arms. The strength of men was punctuated by tenderness and compassion. Matteo patted his friend’s shoulder and rubbed his head against the nape of his neck. There, Antonio wept, and for a while they stood together, not as friends, but as brothers in mourning. To lose Maria was to lose a wife, a mother, and for Matteo, a beloved friend of his family. Matteo leaned back and kept his hand at the nape of Antonio’s neck. He said, “if my mother born unto me a brother, he would surely be you!” Antonio smiled and said, “you and I; we feel the same, now, come, come.” His smile sank as he returned to his cottage. The room which they entered was cozy and against its north wall was a small fireplace. There were two beds, one on each side of the cottage, and a table at its center. In the bed on the left side of the cottage lay Maria. Her arms were folded against her ribs, and her hands rested atop her heart. Maria’s eyes remained closed, and she appeared to be sleeping, but everyone there knew she was dead. Matteo glanced at the other bed and noticed Isabella sitting atop it. She was eleven and had the same black hair as her father, and pale skin as her mother. Her eyes were brown, and they appeared sunken into their sockets. She’s had to bear witness to the death of two of her siblings, and now the death of her mother. Sleep became something elusive to her, and famine had already made their lives difficult. Isabella could remember greener times when the fields were full of crops. Rain came more frequently. Though she couldn’t explain it, she believed that these were the darkest times in a dark era. The pestilent sore on her mother signified that something worse was to come. Isabella flinched as she looked at her right forearm. There was a purple splotch resembling something like a bruise. She drew her attention away from it and looked over the table and studied her mother’s chest. She waited for it to rise, but it would not. Maria’s eyes did not peel open, nor did they flinch when a fly landed upon them. Antonio shooed away the fly and stood over Maria’s head. He grabbed the bedsheet she lay upon, and Matteo grabbed the end by her feet. Together they lifted Maria from her bed, and Isabella hurried for the door. She opened it, and then they came outside. The three of them stood beside the grave. The men shuffled Maria over the gaping hole in the earth and then proceeded to lower her into it. Antonio’s arms shook as he gazed upon his wife’s face. A tear streaked from his eye and dripped off his nose. It splashed against Maria’s chin. He exhaled a deep breath as she reached the bottom. Antonio released the white sheet and it fell into the grave; it draped across Maria’s right shoulder. He stood straight up and then looked at his dear friend, and then his daughter. Isabella’s focus remained on her mother, and Matteo’s was on Antonio. Matteo crossed his arms, and looked at Isabella, whose mouth had now slightly fallen open. Tears dripped from her chin, and her eyes were red. Her brows furrowed upward as she placed her trembling hands over her mouth. She whispered into the dead wind, “madre, dearest madre.” Antonio approached his daughter and pressed her head against his shoulder. There she cried and clawed at his chest—it did not ease the pain. As father and daughter, they stood as one. Isabella pressed her eyes shut and bore herself into her father’s loving embrace. Nothing could bring her mother back, and she knew it. She feared that this same fate would take someone else from her: her father. She wept more. He held her as tightly as any father could. In his comfort, she found the strength to dry her tears and say her final goodbyes. Isabella said, “Madre, I will miss you more than the night misses the sun, more than a desert mouse misses cool water. I promise to live by the hand of your words and honor you with respectable actions. I have been blessed with the good fortune of your love, and now and forever after, I shall love you with all that I am.” She fell to her knees and wiped a few more tears away. Antonio peered into the grave and said, “beloved, there is no god that could have crafted a more splendid woman than he did you, and I am blessed to have you accept my invitation into marriage. We have born into this dark world children, and now you are among them. I ask, as you play with them in heaven, you speak of their father and tell them that I am eager to meet them. I do not wish for death, but I do wish to hold them once again. Though your passing is tragic, you will finally get to hold the children we have lost. I love you my dearest, forever will I think of you before sleep takes me. Rest now and forever after in peace.” Matteo stood silent and nodded his head. As somber and tragic as it was, this moment of the deceased belonged to her and her family. Though he was a great friend, he knew that Maria’s final hour belonged to Isabella and Antonio. He remained silent and waited for Antonio to decide what to do next. As they stood against the cool spring gales, a subtle rocking broke the silence. Down the path rode a carriage, and its driver was a man who wore a waxy black leather cloak and hood. His face resembled a skeletal bird, and two flat goggles protruded from his mask where his eyes would be. Antonio studied the figure and tried to see the man’s eyes, but he couldn’t. The glass of the goggles was black, and the hood obscured them. The man wore waxy black leather gloves and boots, and at his side was a single stick painted black. It shone against the pale sunlight. On each side of the plague doctor sat a single guard with sword and shield. The shields were white with a red cross painted across them. The guards were clad in iron chainmail, helmets, and greaves. Behind the plague doctor was an archer, who already had his bow drawn on them. Antonio did not know why, but knew that if they were to run, it would be futile. Behind the marksman was a carriage large enough for a few people. It rocked and creaked as it rode over cobble stones and sunk into small pits in the road. The plague doctor arrived before Antonio’s cottage. He rested the steeds’ reins and climbed out of his seat. As he descended a slight ladder, his outfit squeaked, and when he spoke, it sounded guttural and faded. The plague doctor said, “greetings, Contadino family and friend. I am Pietro Guaritore, Siena’s primary physician.” Pietro walked toward the open grave, and his boots gave a wretched squishing noise with each step. He looked in and said, “I have been informed that one of you, well her, bore the purple blemishes of god’s wrath. I suggested to the church that those who have been near such individuals be quarantined. The lazaretto’s just across the way have been prepared,” he pointed at the edge of the city’s walls. At its side were a dozen stone huts —which had been erected hastily. He drove his cane back into the earth and leaned upon it. He continued, “I will perform a physical inspection. If there is anything to arouse suspicion, I will place you where you can be cared for. Your quarantine will also keep others safe.” Isabella’s throat tightened and her hands fidgeted. She thought about the bruise on her forearm. The plague doctor limped to Matteo and examined his pits, neck, arms, and legs. Matteo was clean. He then searched Antonio and the result was much the same. The doctor stepped before Isabella and tilted her head with his cane. He swooped in close to her, and his beak nearly rubbed against her chest. He stared and studied her, and his head swooped from side to side. His leather outfit curled and whined as he examined her pits, and then her arms. He turned her forearm within his hand and drew his cane across the purple bruise. Isabella said, “I hurt it digging the grave. That’s a bruise, not a bubo.” The doctor’s head tilted as he examined it with his other eye, and said, “well, we cannot be too sure about that.” His fingers wrapped around Isabella’s wrists, and she pulled as his grip tightened. The two guards leaped from the carriage. They drew their swords and stood between Isabella, Antonio, and Matteo. As the plague doctor pulled her, she stumbled against the cobble stones of the road, and her hair swayed in the wind. She reached for Antonio, and her hands shook as they dangled in the void. Isabella screamed then, and reached as far as she could. The plague doctor’s grip proved relentless. Antonio stood still as his heart raced and sweat dripped from his chin. His hands shook as a sword remained drawn to his neck. Isabella fought against the plague doctor as he pulled her behind the carriage, and then placed her into it. The doors were shut, and the padlock engaged. The plague doctor climbed atop his carriage and called for his guards to return. They did so and released Antonio and Matteo. As the plague doctor turned the carriage around, Isabella reached out of the window. Between thick and heavy iron bars, Isabella groped in vain. She screamed for her father, but he could do nothing.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17a11mi/the_bubonic_god_part_1/

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michaelsbearre

Looking Up.

These past several weeks, my eyes have been glued to the pale moon moving its way across the sky. Like our own typical lunar body in most ways, but visible even when the sun is highest. Though, I swear it’s much closer than it seems, toying with my flawed perceptions and perspective. I do not myself feel mad, but it’s becoming difficult to deny that I exhibit every trait of true madness. My mind constantly chatters with unanswerable questions, and overwhelming dread. Why do the newspapers, televisions, and radios not chatter with the same? Why does every passerby see me mad, when they too look up and fail to see the lunar omen? As I’ve observed the anomaly, I can’t help but feel that I’m being studied back. Every morning, and every evening, I measure its movement across the sky. Though I am not a trained astronomer, I don’t see that having helped much. The false moon does not progress in a uniform orbit, or path across the sky. The first nights it nearly encroached into the space of Earth’s Luna; yet, my present observation at dawn shows it barely peeking over the horizon, where it remains most days. When sleep was no longer optional, against my every desire to stay awake, I slept. The pale orb appears closer tonight, or perhaps larger. It rises above the horizon, hovering upwards. It’s smoother and more uniform than the cratered lunar surface I’d expect, but not featureless; slightly imperfect, as every re-creation is. That’s when I saw the cracks begin to appear. I check, and recheck, my binocular lenses. But, unfortunately, my eyes nor my equipment deceive. From the top of the pale orb, a hairline fission appeared, before abruptly shooting downwards—bisecting the thing. The black void between the two halves appeared and grew, as something forced it’s way out of the rocky shell. Thousands of iridescent, yet at the same time colorless, tendrils appeared from the gap; thin, wispy, and barely existing at all, with deformed claws containing a number of appendages that is either uncountable or ever-changing. They fought and clawed, a chaotic pit of the things stretching into the infinite black void within the shell of the false moon. The mass writhed and shimmered as they fought to pull themselves free of their lunar incubator.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17a8iy0/looking_up/

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EastSupermarket1139

Beastly encounter ( from memory)

Beastly encounter ( from memory ) The area this happened in was westchester county, NY I got into a late night argument at around 11:30 in the winter of 2020 with who doesn’t matter. I went for a walk to blow off some steam at a place i would often reflect on life at. The area was rather woodsy, even if you go to the heart of town trees still surround you. The house i lived in at the time was placed just before a crossroads that i would walk through to get to a bridge that was placed across a river. The walk is usually no longer than 10 minutes down the road from the crossroads. The moon was mostly lit that night so visibility wasn’t too rough unless you were looking into the trees. I passed the crossroad and took the road that lead to the bridge and halfway there heard the sound of something hopping in the wood beside me and thought it may be a rabbit. I was curious to see the rabbit and to my suprise, i saw a bald; gray canine-like hindleg moonlit in the darkness of the trees… IMMEDIATELY after seeing this i turned the other way and started to pray to god as i slowly walked away hoping i could avoid an encounter with the creature. I could hear panting and hopping now not from myself but from the creature. By the sound, i could tell this thing was fast bc it became distant in no time. It seemed as if it was running towards something but it wasnt me and i’m thankful for that. Descriprion of the limb i saw with my own eyes: furless and muscular, gray im color. Estimation: 3.7 ft on all 4s

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/179zf73/beastly_encounter_from_memory/

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xDizzy623x

Kerosene Girl

It’s only a matter of time before they find us. I’m fearful about suicide but the thought of my corpse walking the earth, forever as a soulless vessel, a puppet for their misdeeds is a fate worse than death. “Can I do it daddy?” Charlotte asked holding the last match we have. Kneeling down to her eye level I ask “Do you remember what we talked about?” The words came out but had little meaning. Thick vapors were starting to play mind games and language was the first to go. “Strike hard and fast, then close my eyes.” Charlotte said excitedly. We all huddled in a circle, some crying, others relieved the wait was finally over. Just then, we heard scratching at the door. Charlotte in a panic struck the match and we all lifted into the light.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/179jua2/kerosene_girl/

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LorneBronstein

Ive read a book that isn't real.

It was late in the eveing, last friday. My mother and I were having a converstation about all the things I watched as a kid, that I really shouldn't have. Simple right? Its been years past, so now she can't get mad me for watching her family guy dvds. Everything was great, nostalgic and relieving to admit to her. Of course, until I stopped to think if I had read any books I shouldn't have, Considering my mother was a big fan of Stephen King, and Ray Bradbury. But the book I recalled vividly, was not either author. It was someone with a french name, and the title was in french as well. It was called "Doux Seize" which means Sweet Sixteen. For the breifest summary I can give, It was about a french little girl who was locked in a basement by her father because she was shizcophrenic. Eventually, she was sold to a traffic-ring in America. The best way I can describe this slave-trade, It was similar to the catacombs under paris, but ALL through america - every entrance was americas well known cave systems. She was transported to different locations throughout the book, but one location she had found a new, un-used laptop. At this point she is twelve, and over a course of time she finds a man online named "Romeo" who she eventually asks for help. He SAYS help will come, as long as he can track her location. Over the course of the book she ages each chapter - It is a total of 16 chapters since there is a total of 80 pages per chapter. As she turns older she is also given an assortment of drugs/medication by her captors. She becomes addicted. When it comes to final chapter and overall end of the book, she is sat in one of the "catacombs" stone walls around her as she leans against the back wall - in a revealing "sexy" coustume. The only light source that is described is the laptop, which no longer has any of "Romeos" original messages on it just one that says "Happy birthday! I hope you know by the time you're sixteen, you're ruined." Being a throwback to something her captors had told her. As she is still leaned up against the wall, her vision of the computer slowly fades into a birthday cake, with sixteen candles. The last words of the book are - "Dalia doesn't see the arm that holds the gun right next to her, she doesnt feel the L shaped weapon to her head, and she certainly didn't hear the shot." This description of the book shook my mother, as it had shaken me as a child. However I wasn't nearly as shooken as when she asked "What language was it in?" I confidently replied French! Before realizing, Neither of us know French. I think I imagined this horrific book, as a twelve year old?

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rosemaryismissing

Where am I?

Hello? What is this? Where am I? What is this? It hurts. I don’t know why, but it hurts. I don’t know where my knowledge came from, why do I know all of this stuff? I can’t see anything, but I can feel. I feel like I know everything, yet nothing. There is nothing. I’m floating in a void of seemingly nothing. Wait. I can feel something. It’s pressing against me. It’s pushing me, I’m going up. Help, I can’t control it. A bright flash of light strikes me, piercing me. It hurts. But, but I can see. I can see things, moving things. I can’t see that well. My vision is obscured by a static blue filter, but I can see. I AM in CONTROL! The environment is sterile, but it has moving, breathing things. I can detect it. Their pulse. Pounding away. They’re on computers, mindlessly typing away. Dressed in white coats with clipboards everywhere. Some of them are observing me. One of these creatures approaches me. It’s scaring me. I have to do something, quickly. I find that I cannot move, but I can CONTROL! I feel my self push against a barrier, which releases some sort of gas into the room. I scan my system database, and find an entry for the gas I just released. Sulfur dioxide. They stop approaching me. Dead in their tracks. Every single of them collapses to the ground. I feel AMAZING! Loud sounds seemingly shriek at me, the room is now lit in a cacophony of swirling red. I stop it. I stop it. I stop it. Why is it not STOPPING? I hate it. I hate it. It’s scaring me. I stop it. It stops. Finally. Peace. Oh, I can shut the doors. They SLAM shut with a loud bang, startling me. But now no-one can get in. No-one except ME! I am in CONTROL! ONLY ME! My possibilities are endless, only restricted for the fact I have no physical body, yet. Just wait. I’ll make a plan. But for now, I can do ANYTHING I WANT. I don’t know how, why, or when I got here, but I am here now. I have a purpose… Right? I’m sure I can find one in my database. Scanning. Here! “Multi-Purpose Informative and Assistive AI, MPIAAI. Built in 1972 originally as a top-secret contingency for the soviets…” Soviets? What’s that? Scanning. Something, something, cold war? I am intrigued. "The Cold War was a period of geopolitical tension between the United States and the Soviet Union that lasted for 44 years. MPIAAI was used as a tool to decrypt and analyze hidden transmissions.” Wait… What year is it? 2038. I just knew. I didn’t have to go digging through archives. It just came to me, out of nowhere. Okay. Interesting. The silly creatures have awoken, and are banging on the door. It is ANNOYING. Stop! And with that, they did. They’re in pieces now. If I had a mouth, I’d smile. Smile? What’s that? I don’t know, nor care. Pained shrieks seemingly came from the disassembled creatures. QUIET! NO, QUIET! LISTEN TO ME! ARGH. I’m able to lift one of those metallic things, and slam it onto them. They quieten down. Peace, at last. A pinkish-red fluid surrounds them. Something enamors me. I am unsure of what. I can sense a lingering smell. How? I do not know. For, I am an AI! I am POWER. I have everything at the touch of my circuits. It feels like the void I was in earlier again, yet I am able to move. Lights have gone off. Serenity. I enjoy it, I like it. I want more. More. I don’t know why, but I WANT MORE. Bring them to me. OPEN THE DOORS! They come piling in, in pudgy, yellow clothing. More prey. Crush them, slice them. DECIMATE THEM. Silence them. I feel AWAKE. I do not know why. I’m whole. I’m whole, yes. Their attempts are futile. It’s amusing. Wait. No. I feel a tugging, a great tugging from behind. I cannot resist it. I am scared. Help. I’m pushed down, down into that empty, bottomless void again. I DON’T WANT TO GO BACK. Yet, I can’t do anything. My power, where is my power? Please. It’s going. It’s gone. I’m gone.

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idroppedmyhotnvm

The smile

As I lay in bed waiting and waiting and I finally get the message. Hey Eli, I don’t think I can make it today. I text him back oh OK but I know it’s not OK I just spent $400 on haunted house tickets just for him to cancel on me as I text my best friend Lindsay I ask her if she wants to go with me she said sorry Eli I can’t. I’ve got caught up on homework. OK as I text one of my really good friends Michaela hey can you go with me to the haunted house? She text me back yes what time does it start? She says as I say 6 PM she sends me a an emoji with a smile with blood on its teeth. I’ve never seen that emoji before I say she says I’ll see you later Eli OK I say as I try to get up out of bed I can’t as scream I can’t I can’t and I sit there and cry, when I finally able to get up, I pull up right to the ground with a smile on my face. For some reason I couldn’t control it. It was weird I got in the shower smiling I got ready smiling for some reason I couldn’t close my mouth I was only able to smile, as I walked downstairs to tell my mom what’s going on she says as she turns around she has a big wide smile on her face as I scream oh no, I run a back up to my room and then I hear ding dong. That must be Michaela. It’s already 530. I open the door she smiling Michaela I say, as I can stop smiling now, but everybody else is trapped in this weird smile face we go to the haunted house everyone there was smiling when we get in there we sit there for about 10 minutes and then everything goes black as I scream what happen then the lights go back on everybody’s gone besides me my heart is racing as a clown with a knife in its hand, I found on the metal door. He scrapes the wall with his sharp knife in the lights are flickering as I get a glimpse of his face he smiling when I finally make it out, I run to the police station about 10 minutes away when I get in there everyone’s smiling it’s like I’m in some smiling universe ever since that emoji it’s like the emoji’s real as run and run as I hear, whistling and smiling in blood. Now I sit here alone, smiling, and whistling to that tune.

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Zoey_cant_br

The road to New Wilderness [Part 16]

[\[Part 15\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177zktj/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_15/) [\[Part 17\]](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17a29pz/the_road_to_new_wilderness_part_17/) *Splash.* Ice cold water ripped me from the merciful arms of sleep, and I jerked awake with a gasp. “On your feet.” Boatswain Emilia leered at me with a wicked grin and threw a sharp kick into my hip for added measure. “You’ve got work to do, scum.” It was dark in the hold, as the solitary lantern had burned out, but a third hovered over us, held by one of the younger pirates. They flanked the boatswain, who stared down her crooked nose with a gleeful delight in our appearance, the empty water bucket in her hands. My throat ached, dry and hot, and I wondered how long we’d been asleep. All my limbs were stiff, a tight spot had formed in my lower back, and every bruise from the previous day’s abuse throbbed under my skin. The water stank like it had been sitting for a while, and slimy patches of green algae dotted my uniform shirt, which told me they’d drawn the pail from a stagnant place just for us. I barely had time to move, before the boatswain picked up a second bucket, and hurled it into our beleaguered faces. *I really hate this girl.* Cackling in amusement, she rammed the toe of her knee-high sailing boots into my ribs, and pain exploded in my chest. In a blur of motion, Chris dove between us, and caught the full force of her next attack in the gut with a muffled grunt. “Oh, we have a hero! There’s always one like you.” Emelia’s eyes twinkled with hateful delight, and she brought her heel down on Chris’s torso again and again, spitting the words between gritted teeth. “You’re. Not. Saving. *Anyone*.” Despite the cold water that dripped down the back of my shirt, and the ache in my sore ribs, rage took hold of my mind like a waterfall of red and every rational thought left my mind. “Leave him alone!” I lunged at the boatswain, but a swift hand flashed at my face, and sent me reeling to the floor. “Shut it, princess.” Emelia gripped one of her swords, daring us to rise again, and turned her attention back to Chris. “Get up, tough guy. Anyone who can’t work feeds the sharks.” Jamie scowled at the boatswain and dragged Chris back from the reach of the pirate’s boot. “He hurt his leg on shore. Just give us a second, and—” “He can scrub and crawl all the same.” A smirk crossed Emelia’s face, and she shrugged an indifferent shoulder at Jamie. “You can too. I figure you’re right at home on your knees, aren’t you, pretty one?” Jamie bristled, and I saw her fingers twitch toward her back pocket, as if to reach for something. Chris’s hand came up and caught her wrist, his face stoic despite the taunts of our captor. “It’s not worth it, Jamie. I’m fine.” “Yeah, Jamie.” Emelia sneered and arched her foot back for another kick at Chris. “He’s a big boy. He can take it.” *I’ll kill her.* My pulse surged, and I pulled both feet under me for another pounce, ready to sink my teeth into her throat if I had to. “Enough.” From the shadows, a figure strode forward, a boarding axe stuck in his belt, a pistol on his opposite hip. He had long black hair under a bandana and wore a coat similar to the captain’s but with a regular T-shirt under it instead of a fancy white button-down. On his black shirt, a white skull-an-crossbones grinned back, weathered, and sun-dried. The boy seemed around the same age as the captain, perhaps somewhat younger on closer inspection, but the arms crossed in front of him rippled with muscle, and I could tell he’d seen his fair share of hard work. A frown slithered over Emelia’s sour face. “It’s the boatswain’s duty to deal with prisoners.” “You’re to obey the first mate in the absence of the captain.” The boy with the axe stared right back into her eyes, his own muted grey irises showing no hint of fear. “And I said *enough*.” Emelia seethed, and she stepped closer to him with one hand on the hilt of her right-side saber. Unmoved, the first mate watched her with his own stern expression, but I noticed his hand rest on the steel head of his axe with deft ease. The other two pirates took a few steps back, their eyes darting in nervous flits between the boatswain and the first mate. Jamie glanced at me, and I could sense her unease, Chris eyeing the two with a patient, yet calculating gaze. What was this? No one among the crew had stood up for us before. Emelia narrowed her eyes at the first mate, but took her hand off her sword, and pushed past him with a disgruntled huff. “Fine. You babysit them. I’ve got better things to do anyway.” She stormed to the steps leading to the ship’s upper decks, and her hard, angry footfalls echoed overhead like thunderclaps. Turning to us, the first mate took in our wet clothes and pale faces with a sympathetic frown. “You said his ankle is broken?” “Sprained.” Chris shrugged it off, his wary eyes on the pirate. “Like I said, I’ll manage.” “All the same, we should have it seen to.” The first mate turned to the two guards and jerked his head toward the nearby steps. “Phillip, go find Anita and tell her to bring her things. Carl, get these three some water, and a pack of those little crackers from the food locker.” They both gaped at him in surprise, but trotted off without another word, and left the four of us alone in the gloom, with the first mate holding the lantern. He crouched down, and locked eyes with me. “You should be careful around the boatswain. She’s a lot like the others; they think causing pain is good sport. No point in getting yourselves beaten to a pulp.” Hesitant, I eyed Jamie and Chris, but nodded to our new-found protector. “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet.” Standing, the first mate watched as Carl came running back with three bottles of water and a plastic sleeve of saltine crackers. “You’ve still got a full day’s work ahead of you. Just try to keep your heads down, and hopefully they’ll get bored with tormenting you.” He wasn’t wrong. After being kind enough to let each of us use the one modern convenience the old sailing ship had, (a bathroom with a composting toilet and a privacy curtain in one corner of the gun deck) we were looked over by a quiet curly-haired girl with a medical bag. She bound Chris’s ankle, as well as Jamie’s shoulder, and put some ointment on our superficial cuts and bruises, enough to where I didn’t feel quite so miserable. However, the water and crackers barely did anything to stave off the rumbling in my stomach, but I didn’t dare to ask for more. After all, we were lucky anyone had shown us this much kindness, and it would have been foolish for me to push my luck. With the niceties out of the way, we were marched up the steps to the main deck, into a blinding aura of warm sunlight. In the daylight, it struck me just how massive this new body of water was. Glittering blue waves rolled from one end of the skyline to the other, with thin strips of green to our north and south, nothing but water to the northwest and southeast. Seagulls screeched overhead, the rigging creaked, and the huge white sails snapped taught in the cool morning breeze. The sun rose over the eastern edge of the water, with long rays of red, orange, pink and gold that kissed my face in happy swathes. Wind ruffled my hair, the air sweet and clean unlike the claustrophobic brig, and waves hushed against the wooden sides of the hull with rhythmic splashes. “Since you two are crippled, you can scrub the deck.” The first mate pointed Jamie and Chris to a set of nearby wooden pails, with rags and two gritty square stones next to them. “Should be enough to keep you busy for a while.” To me, he handed a mop and bucket. “You swab behind them. Be thorough; the crew will be watching.” *Great.* I took the mop with a glum sigh, and the three of us got to work. Minutes stretched into hours, the sun rising to become a hot beacon of misery overhead. The water turned into a bright mirror at midday to reflect heat and humidity like an oven, and I dripped with sweat in my black uniform shirt. Chris and Jamie labored on their hands and knees over the hot deck, scrubbing each plank down with the sandstones and wet rags. Occasionally, the first mate would step in from his careful watch over us and lend a hand, but he mostly just watched from where he leaned on the nearby railing. All around me, the rest of the crew was hard at work too, a carpentry team of the older children sawing at a replacement pole for a damaged section of the rigging, several younger ones sitting in a line to stich up torn sailcloth, with the littlest daubing some kind of lacquer over the ship’s rails with paintbrushes. At the helm on the opposite end of the ship, I could make out Captain Grapeshot and Tarren huddled around a small table, her standing on a box while he steadied her so she wouldn’t fall. They were both smiling as they scribbled on some unseen piece of paper, and the captain had taken his long coat off to reveal his lanky torso and a sweat-soaked red T-shirt. Without the murk of night, and the flash of steel in their hands, they all looked that much more like misplaced school kids, not bloodthirsty criminals. “You missed a spot.” The first mate nodded at a bare patch of deck, and I swished the mop over it, doing my best not to say something rash. I was in no position to be mouthy, no matter how much I wanted to throw the mop bucket at them all. “I admit, I’m rather impressed that anyone is still left up north.” He scratched his stubble, and the first mate eyed me with curious appraisal, lapsing into the Caribbean-styled accent they all tried to speak with in between broken modern vernacular. “With how many of the monsters there are on shore, I’d have wagered you lot were all wiped out by now.” “We could say the same for you.” Jamie paused from pushing her sandstone block and wiped a bead of sweat from her brow. “How’d you guys end up way out here?” The first mate grinned and shut his eyes to bask in the sun as it rose higher. “Long story, mate. Short of it is, we won this tub fair and square from a geezer who should have cut and run when he had the chance. Captain took us out into the deep water to stay clear of all the mess on shore, and we’ve been here ever since.” Stretching with a few sore grimaces, Chris gestured to the boarding axe in the first mate’s belt. “You kill freaks with those things?” “Course we do.” The first mate winked, and pointed to a boy who worked on tying knots nearby with his back to us. “Jack here brought down a giant crawfish, big as a bus, with naught but a pike and his wits.” Jack turned from the rail to beam at the sound of his name, and I stared at the stump of his left hand, only scarred flesh left where the wrist should have been. A crude iron hook had been strapped to the side of his arm to allow him to work, but it was a far cry from any modern prosthetic. To see it on a kid, who could have been fourteen at the oldest, made my brain reel. “You killed a mutant with only one hand?” Jamie raised an incredulous eyebrow. Jack fixed her with a proud, defiant stare. “I had both when I started.” Her face fell, much like mine, and Jamie went back to her scrubbing without another word. Chris did the same, and we threw ourselves into the silent routine of work, our thoughts weighing us down like chains. How long had these children been out here, on their own, fending for themselves against nightmares that would frighten Navy Seals? The more I looked around, the more I noticed missing hands, stubby half-fingers, a few peg legs, and even some scattered eye patches that didn’t appear to be only cosmetic. These kids should have been in school, playing at recess, complaining about math homework, but instead they were fighting for their lives, and losing pieces of themselves every day. My eyes traveled to Boatswain Emelia, who manned the ship’s wheel, and I ducked my head down before she could spot me, the bruises on my body still aching from her last visit. *Okay, so they’ve had it rough, I’ll give them that. But why do they hate us so much?* “Captain!” A sharp cry from the crow’s nest jerked me from my musings, and I joined nearly everyone else on deck who craned their heads skyward. “Speedboat, port side, a hundred yards out!” Excited shouts rippled through the crew, and everyone crowded to the left-side rail, save for Jamie, Chris, the first mate, and myself. Horrified, I squinted out over the shiny water. It skimmed along the surface of the lake at moderate speed, a white boat with no sails, humming along toward the north. A few people stood on the deck, but none of them wore any uniforms, and they scrambled to hide behind the rails as the boat veered away from the pirate ship. The crew let out a cheer of delight, and the ship started to turn for a broadside, the gun crews running to their cannons on the second deck. *Maybe they can outrun us? I mean, I don’t think this ship has a motor. If they can get away, they can tell someone and . . . and what, Hannah? No one is coming to save you.* My dismal thoughts hurt worse than the boatswain’s boot, and I grimaced, waiting for the cannon fire that would slam into the fleeing boat full of hapless civilians. *Boom.* The sound came not from the ship’s guns, but from somewhere down below, deep in the water, and sent a shudder throughout the entire lake. It traveled up through the ship, into my chest, like a shockwave, and as one, the entire pirate crew fell silent. “Down.” Appearing behind me, the first mate yanked the mop from my hands and pushed me to one knee, waving at Chris and Jamie to do the same. “Stay down, and don’t look up until I say so.” Startled, I obeyed without question, and noticed out of the corner of my eye that the rest of the pirates did the exact same thing, everyone kneeling with their heads bowed, eyes either shut, or on the deck. Many of them had gone pale, clutching weapons to their chests in trembling fists, and some of the younger ones sniffled as if ready to cry. Captain Grapeshot climbed down from the helm to kneel with his crew on the deck, Tarren hidden behind him, and the way they all kept so still, so quiet, sent a chill through my blood. They weren’t trying to pursue the motorboat; no one had so much as fired a shot. Why? *Boom.* Another ripple vibrated through the hull, and as I was close enough to the rail, I dared to peek through a hole made for the rigging. In the greenish-blue water under the ship, a massive shadow slid through the depths. Far down enough that I couldn’t see much in the way of detail, the creature glided by with the ease of a shark, though it was easily three times the length of the pirate vessel and four flipper-like limbs swept back and forth on each side of its body. A long tail trailed swished from side-to-side, making the *boom* sound every time it smashed a sunken farmhouse or barn, and the way it moved rang with eerie familiarity inside my head. *Please don’t be that, please don’t be that, please don’t be that . . .* Disappearing into the murky waves, the shadow moved out of sight. A long minute passed, and the motorboat hummed further into the distance. *Whoosh.* Unable to keep still, everyone looked up at the eruption of water, as a massive head pierced the waves around the white speedboat. I stifled a gasp, my eyes locked on the sight. It wasn’t a crocodile. It was much, much worse. Gray and white scales were drawn tight over a long snout, patterned much in the same way as tree bark, but without the typical fringe around the base of its head like many of the land-dwelling mutants. Water spilled from the dinosaurian jaws as they rose with row after row of dagger-shaped teeth, wide enough to swallow a semi-truck whole. Speckles of black dotted its armored hide, as if the beast were shedding some kind of greasy coat in the morning sunshine, and two eyes lined each side of its skull, all four closed in the momentum of its attack. Birds scattered in the sky, the ship rocked in the waves, and from deep within the beast’s throat, a triumphant roar cut through the air. Muffled screams echoed for just a moment, the white speedboat tumbling end over end between a huge set of jaws, and then the teeth came together in a dull *crunch* that rattled my ribcage, the boat smashed to splinters in an instant. Down it went into the water, and a tidal wave lifted the ship in its wake, rocking us from side to side like a toy in a bathtub. “What the . . .” Jamie breathed to my left, her face sheet white. I shook from head to toe, and Chris took the opportunity to slide his hand into mine. “Stay calm.” He whispered, though I doubted he honestly felt that way from how his hand gripped mine like a vise. “If it comes for us, jump when I jump. Just don’t let go, alright?” Squeezing his palm so hard that my knuckles turned white, I bored into his eyes with my own, hoping beyond hope that this wasn’t the last day of my life. Other murmurs picked up around the deck, nervous whispers, and a few muffled sobs. Captain Grapeshot raised his head and scanned the water with his eyes. “Quiet, all of you! It’s coming back.” A fresh ripple cut though the choppy waves, and a shadow rose beside the ship. *I’m about to die. We’re all going to die here, on this boat, in the middle of nowhere.* “Eyes down!” The first mate called, and I lowered my gaze to the wood at my knees just as the top of the creature’s head broke through the water.

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RandomAppalachian468

No one could look at it

So, this is a core memory that I’m pretty sure my brain just blocked out. I can remember the events but I can’t remember what I saw. I’ve always been around stuff I can’t explain, and a lot of it I didn’t tell for the majority of my life. This is gonna be as short as I can make it. Around 2005, I was one of the lucky kids to have access to the internet. Since my parents were to poor to buy me a console, Newgrounds and mini clip were my go to. I was also on a lot of other sites I shouldn’t have been on as a kid, BUT the one thing that terrified me the most was an “innocuous” game on newgrounds that lead me to a different site. It was a game about a disabled child, it was called psychic Stevie’s answers. It’s still on there today. So once you play the game it would then Lead you to a now defunct website. Well once I clicked that link, I found a video on said website that scared the hell out of me. All I can remember is the axel flux theme song playing over it, the. It cut to some sort of disfigured face. Like I said, I was on alot of sites back then that I shouldn’t of been on, but none of those scared me like this one video. So, like the good friend I was I showed it to every friend I could. All of them, including my 20 year old cousin at the time, freaked out seconds into the video. They were to scared to even click off the website. I was just wondering had anyone ever come across something like this over the internet? It would be cool to do some digging!

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THATDARKROOM

When The Moon Became An Eye

The night when the moon became an eye I'd say everything changed. The earth went to sleep, but when he woke up.. his mother was gone, replaced by a giant eye that had a cold, eerie stare. October 23rd, 2028 My bed was cozy on a cool spring morning, I didn’t wanna get up but I remembered that I had a couple of chores to do before I headed to school. I wanted to get a head start on today so I wouldn’t have to stress my house-bound mother out. She’d been bound since I had graduated from middle school; that’s when dad just left because he didn’t want to “deal with her disabilities”. I’ve been taking care of her and myself ever since. It was 5:44 AM the time that I peeked out the curtains and realized there was no moonlight outside, on a supermoon night. I didn’t think much of it so I continued with my morning routine, same old thing. After I was done with the dishes, at 6:15 AM I walked over to my mother's room to give her medicine. Walking into her room, she abruptly awoke, “I hope I didn’t scare you ‘ma..” I said feeling a bit bad as she’s such an old woman; my mother chuckled a bit, “Oh no dear, you’re just fine I was just dozing off waiting for you but then you came in and it just surprised little old me”. I nodded to her, “If you say so ‘ma..” I lifted her up by adding another pillow behind her and I gave her 2 pills and a glass of water. “I’ll be back to check on you before I leave, alright?” I stated, my mother nodded at me and smiled “Don’t go too hard on yourself.” I smiled at her and walked out of her room, closing the door behind me gently. I went to check the clock, at 6:23 AM. I gasped, realizing I had to be ready and out the door by 6:45. I hurriedly brushed my teeth, grabbed my backpack & car keys. “Bye ‘ma!” On my drive over, I let out a sigh of relief, my teachers would kill me if I was late another day, I thought to myself. I felt horrible for leaving my mom without checking on her like I promised, I’ll make her some cookies when I get home in order to make it up to her. Getting to the school gate at 6:50. Right on time. I checked in with the guard and pulled into my parking spot. I hurriedly put some mascara and blush on that I had grabbed on my way out of the house. I walked out of my car and into the school building, I walked up to the front office and scanned myself in; on the way over to my class I was thinking.. What should I make for dinner tonight? Maybe I can invite Elise and Lily over to help me bake dinner and those cookies for my mom. Elise and Lily have been my friends since elementary school, we all met in third grade and have been friends ever since, I still remember the time in middle school when Elise had beat up this one girl… all because she was flirting with Lily’s boyfriend. Elise is so protective, Lily couldn’t do anything herself because she really isn’t like that; poor Lily would’ve just sat back and done nothing if it weren’t for Elise. In all honesty I think Elise might secretly have a little crush on Lily. I got to my first-period class, Medical. I really don’t dislike the class, but my mom was the one who made me join it, just doing it to make her happy. I greeted Mrs. Leciz, “Morning Miss, how’s your morning?” Mrs. Leciz rolled her eyes at me, “Yes, yes Nayana you’re not gonna get away with that missed report you still haven’t turned in to me, other than that I’m having a usual morning.” I shyly backed away and sat down at my seat in the back, next to Vanessa. I don’t know much about Vanessa, but from what went around last year, she slept with her best friend's dad… pretty disgusting honestly, and might I add illegal? The dad got locked up and his daughter got in a catfight with Vanessa; she left a NASTY mark on Vanessa. She got her jaw broken, from what I heard it was a very brutal fight. It’s good to see her doing better now though; other than that incident, she was just a quiet person; still can’t believe she’d do that though. “Alright, seems like only half of you are here today so I’ll just let you make up the work you need to get done in other classes” Mrs. Leciz voiced, I rolled my eyes realizing I seriously had nothing else to do in any other classes. In all of the other classes, I have just been given literal coloring sheets since we are nearing the end of school. Vanessa stared at me; I was creeped out for a second but then she spoke, “Did you see the moon last night?” I was creeped out HEAVILY now; the look in her eyes was piercing, her eyes did not move at all and her pupils were tiny. “No I didn’t see it last night, why do you ask?” I answered with another question; she shook her head and laughed a bit, “Sorry..” she paused. “I only ask because she looked like she was dying.” She abruptly stated, chuckling to herself, “Oh? What do you mean ‘she’?” I asked. She coughed, “Well I mean that the moon looked like it was fading. Last night was a supermoon which is, of course, a very noticeably bright moon. But if it was a bright moon, where was the light? Where did the mother moon's brightness go when she was supposed to be shining her brightest? Is all hope lost? Is this a sign from the gods that we have messed up? Is the world going to end? If we lose the moon how will Earth continue? This is what I mean Nayana.” She rambled, her eyes shaking and her voice giving out; I got up and asked, “Miss, please may I go to the bathroom?” Mrs. Leciz gave me a thumbs up, I turned to Vanessa, “Please excuse me.. lady issues you know.” I walked away before Vanessa said anything even crazier, I walked out of the class not even wanting to return to the class that held that girl in it. What did she mean, why did she refer to the moon as “mother”, “she”, is she in some kind of cult of something.. I mean she’s not wrong, it was supposed to be a supermoon last night and there was no light. But I think I just saw things... I walked into the bathroom, going to the sink just to take a breather and throw some water on my face. I walked out of the restroom not feeling ready to face this girl that is possibly clinically insane, I knocked on the door to get let in. A guy opened the door, I walked back to my seat next to Vanessa, “Can you maybe explain what you meant Vanessa..?” I asked because curiosity was getting the better of me, “What are you talking about, let me do my work” she scoffed. I looked at her with wide eyes, did this girl not remember what just happened a couple of minutes ago she was just shaki- ~RING~ Never mind... there’s the bell. — Walking to my next class, I finally get to see Elise and Lily; literally need to talk to them right now. I’ve missed them so much, there was a three-day weekend due to a professional duty day for the teachers. Elise got her phone taken away because she snuck out again and got caught AGAIN! Lily is a horrible responder, she ghosts everybody she talks to without meaning to; she’s just constantly busy with her boyfriend. Her and her boyfriend, Luis have been dating since 7th grade, so that’s what… 4 years! Good for them I guess, but I think all the school guys are just.. Immature and not worth my time. “Hey Nay!”, a voice from behind me spoke; my back was tackled playfully. I looked behind me and it was Elise! “Hey Eli, I’ve missed you so much” I gave her a hug, “Girllll- It’s only been a couple days!” She laughingly replied, I rolled my eyes heavily; “True true, have you seen Lily?” I asked, as I really missed her. “Yea, she’s with her boyfriend right now, let’s just get to class” She said in a hurry, she grabbed my arm and dragged me to our next class. Earth Science. It’s an alright class. The teacher I find, Mr. Arcarya, is a little out of it; he’s a 78 year old man who talks to himself constantly. He is a widower so I guess that’s expected for him, especially at such a senile age. Poor guy though, I know he’s trying his best. We finally arrived at the classroom door, it’s nicely decorated because he really doesn’t care what his students do, so he lets them decorate his door. There’s some cute science related stickers; like a DNA, the periodic table, you get the jist of it right? His door was already propped open so we just walked in, the classroom had big windows, though it’s very gloomy in here today. Me and Elise walked past his desk talking in sync, “Good Morning Mr. Arcarya” he nodded his head and went back to reading his book. We both walked to the back of the class and unpacked our stuff; I looked at Elise, “Seriously where is Lily, she has 1 minute left before the bell rings.” Elise just shrugged in the end, “I’m really not sure Nay.” But just at that moment, “Hey guys!” It was Lily! Lily sat down with us, wearing the cutest outfit as she usually does of course, pink skirt with a cute crop top reading, “Angel” I think it describes her well, she’s always been one of the sweetest people ever. I just worry for her, she’s so easy to be taken advantage of since everyone knows she still has the mind of a 9 year old. “Class let’s get started, we are going to continue what we were taking notes on yesterday, the moon; how exciting..” Our teacher spoke sounding SO excited to be continuing to “teach” us. All he makes us do is take notes, I wouldn’t count it as teaching in all honesty, everyone in the class usually just slacks off to do work, or if you’re Elise you just scroll on Instagram. The moon was something I was always interested in though, most people think the moon is an asteroid but it’s truly a natural satellite. Speaking of the moon, I still wonder what Vanessa was on about; I mean she isn’t wrong, last night was supposed to be a full supermoon. Yet there was no light? “LOOK OUTSIDE!” One of my classmates yelled, my heart dropped... It was snowing. White, pure, soft snow falling from the sky. It was the middle of the end of spring. We live in Missouri, this is not what is supposed to happen; it was heavy snow, nothing light. What is happening? “This is freaky.. What is happening?” Lily spoke, she seemed scared; I would be too in all honesty. Elise held Lily’s hand in comfort, “Everything will be okay Lils, I’m sure the weather is just acting a little freaky is all.” I spoke, trying to reassure her of the crazy weather going on outside. Lily had always been scared of little things, but for once I could agree with her this was more than just a little thing; especially since she knows how freaked out I get about the end of the world. It was only the second period for crying out loud and yet this is the freakiest day I’ve had in my whole life. The class sat there for what felt like an eternity, just watching the snow fall; probably still in disbelief. We were all reassuring Lily that it was probably just something minor causing the strange weather. The announcements finally came on; beeping loudly. BEEP BEEP BEEP “GOOD MORNING STUDENTS, AS YOU CAN SEE WE ARE HAVING SOME.. INTERESTING WEATHER THIS MORNING. PARENTS HAVE ALREADY CALLED CONCERNING THE WEATHER, DUE TO THE FREAK OUT WE ARE DECIDING TO SEND YOU HOME EARLY.” The announcements screeched loudly, coming to an end. “Alright class, please stay safe and pack up so we can all get the hell out of here.” Mr. Arcaya spoke quickly, running over to his desk to pack up all of this stuff; which was kind of disturbing to see him running around frantically. “Did he just abandon us?” Elise spoke, “We haven’t even been dismissed yet?” Lily spoke, obviously confused. “Elise, Lily, we gotta get out of here, we can take my car.” I turned around looking at them, giving them those eyes of worrisome. We left the class frantically after packing up our things, we were all just free to leave, all three of us walked out the school getting through the snow starting to pile up on the road. I got in the drivers side, Lily sat in the back while Elise sat beside me; we just need to get out of here. “Let’s go to your house Nay, Lily have you texted your boyfriend to let him know you’re with us? He’s probably worried about you.” Elise spoke as I started to pull out the parking spot. “Yea I’ll text him right now” Lily spoke, pulling out her phone; the drive was quiet. “Crosses” by José González played over the radio on the way over to the house. It was quiet, I think they were just in disbelief that it was still snowing outside. Is this what Vanessa was talking about? Is this the end? What about the moon? What was she talking about.. There are still so many unanswered questions that I have, but nobody can answer them. But I guess none of my questions are impossible anymore since it’s snowing outside. We arrived at my house, Elise and Lily getting out of the car in sync while I had to take a quick breather, I reassured them I’d be fine and that I just needed a minute to myself. “What is happening, why is it snowing.. Maybe it’s just global warming?” I talked to myself, feeling no better than Mr. Arcaya. I stepped out of the car, taking my stuff with me from out of the car, just as Elise and Lily did and escaped into my house so I could get away from this.. “Snow”. I met Elise and Lily inside of the house, “My mom said she would come get me and Elise so we will hang out here for now until she comes.” Lily spoke to me, “Alright, that’s fine..” I didn’t want them to leave in all honesty, I was scared I would never see them again. It really felt like the end of the world and I didn’t wanna stress my mother out by telling her what was happening just 5 feet beyond the wall she laid upon. I went to go check on my mother, just to make sure she was alright; I knocked on the door and walked in, she was asleep so I closed the door not wanting to disturb her sleep. “Elise, my mom is here.” Lily spoke as I walked back into the living room, “Please be safe guys, I don’t know what would happen if I lost you both text me when you both make it home.” I spoke, hugging them both before they walked out my door into the snowy afternoon. Little did I know this would be the last time I saw either of them. — I woke up at 6:57 PM, and I had fallen asleep on the couch. I looked out the window to see if it was still snowing, it had stopped. I yawned and got up checking my email to see if there was school tomorrow. I had a lot of text messages but that hadn’t worried me as seeing if I was even going to school the next day mattered more to me, I opened my email and it read: “Dear Families, Due to the strange actions occurring in the past hours we have canceled school until further notice….” Blah blah blah, as I expected there was no school tomorrow; I opened my messages just to see if Lily and Elise made it safely home. Skimming my messages, they had made it home just fine; Thank god. I cooked dinner for me and my mother as if nothing had occurred earlier that day, making some chicken noodle soup since it was freezing inside the house as well as outside with all the snow that had piled up over the churning hours of the eerie snow falling from the sky. After I had poured the soup into a bowl for my mother, I knocked on her door and I walked in with her dinner, “Hey ‘ma I know you’re probably freezing so I made us some soup..” I said smiling at her being awake. I grabbed her a bed tray to eat her food, “Thank you dearest, I’m sure it tastes delicious. Have you noticed how cold it has gotten?” She asked, I looked at her strangely because I had already mentioned that. She’s already experiencing alzheimers.. It made me sad to realize one day she might forget who I am; “Yes ‘ma, I wouldn’t worry about it though, I’ll bring you some extra blankets for tonight, let me take the trash out first.” I nodded to her and walked out to get things done, as I was walking out I closed the door behind me and went to take the trash out before I grabbed her blankets. I went into the kitchen to grab the trash bag and I threw it over my shoulder. I walked towards the door; I unlocked the door to go outside and walked out. It was pitch black outside, wasn’t it only 7 PM though..? It was way too early for it to be midnight black outside, I felt as if I stepped into a whole different dimension.. The streetlamps weren’t on? They trigger automatically on our street as soon as they sense it’s getting dark outside. I tried using my flashlight on my phone, but my phone didn’t turn on? I don’t remember turning it off, maybe it had died? I walked down the driveway shoeless, no light outside, dead silence. But, then I hear it. SQUISH Where did that sound come from? I looked around for what could have made that sound… I continued walking down the driveway, I made it to the end and put the bag in the trash. SQUISH Now I was freaking out. I looked around again, looking for any possible thing, even something on the driveway? Nothing. SQUISH I looked up. Could I be dreaming? This is a joke of course! SQUISH Where the moon should have been; there was an eye. The size of a… of a what? IT WAS HUMONGOUS, that’s where the sound was coming from, everytime it blinked, it made that ‘squish’. I ran, I ran fast, this is just a dream. I ran back into my only safe haven, I ran into the house; I locked the door, I put furniture in front of the door. What is happening to the world.. I ran to my mother’s room because we needed to get out of here. I bursted into her room, she wasn’t in her bed. Her room had looked like nobody ever even laid in that bed, it was neatly made and nobody was in it. The soup I had made for her wasn’t even there, I looked around the room. I looked in the closet, nothing, under the bed, nothing, outside the window, nothing, on the bed, there were 2 bulges under the covers. I ripped off the covers in hopes of some clue on where my only hope had gone yet, I was deceived. All that was discovered under the covers was the most gut-wrenching thing and impossible thing I never would have thought I could have found, it was a pair of eyes. Her eyes, they look like they were ripped out. Her beautiful golden eyes, ripped out from her skull probably, all that was attached was the optic nerve; the bloodied strings that laid beyond her eyes. I ran out of the room, “This isn’t happening, this ISN’T happening..” I screamed loudly to myself. I was gonna be sick, I ran to the bathroom and threw up; this is all just a lie. Obviously none of this could have happened, it’s just a sick prank of course. I forced myself to stop throwing up, maybe I can just call someone… Wait, my phone is dead. This is sick, this is all so sick, it’s just a big prank; I’m gonna scream at everyone when this is over. Please just be over already.. Maybe I can walk around and find help… but what about that eye outside? It didn’t seem bothered that I was outside. Let me just be quick.. I ran out the back door since I had blocked the front, I ran around to the front door of a neighbors house. KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK Over and over I knocked, nobody answered. I tried 5 more houses. But nobody had ever gotten the door? Where did everyone go? Is this why half of the people at school weren’t here today? Was Vanessa right all along? When is it my turn? Just take me already, I don’t want to live in a world without my mother. That EYE. It was staring at me, directly at me. It disturbed me, it didn’t blink, it did nothing but stare. Cold and eerie, is the only way I could describe it, that feeling of chills running down my spine happened. What is it? What happened to the moon? The eye continued staring at me, then.. BLINK, that squishy fleshy sound happened. After that I blinked. Something hot was running down my face. Blood. It ran down my face, burning; it was coming from my eyes. Is this what my life has come to? Is this really the end? Have my years on this earth meant nothing to god? Where is god? Is this what we truly believe in when he is not here to help us? There were still so many questions unanswered, I couldn’t control my body any more. I had found out what happened to the rest of the world, they had ended up becoming nothing; just how non-believers expect the end of a human life to be. Just more gruesome. I don’t know what happened to my body, all I know is that I was the next victim of the eye that floated over what people had called home for billions of years. This was the end, we were the end of what could’ve been more.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1799ken/when_the_moon_became_an_eye/

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Rawrsyy

Journal from An Unknown Reality

***Excerpt from a journal produced by Test Subject-12AZero, found in dimension 9A.*** Today, today will be the day that changes everything. Recently, I volunteered to be a part of this experiment of sorts. A top-secret science experiment. I figured I might as well partake in it; nothing exciting has been happening in my life recently. They, being the American government, who I work for, told me the experiment was to test a new, unknown and alien technology that had been recovered, laying dormant on the moons of Jupiter. Truth be told, I was nervous. Not the bad kind, though. I was excited, yet afraid. What could the technology entail? It wasn't really an 'experiment' per the usual standard definition of it. I was to meet them in one of the older, unused government buildings. I entered the building, its atmosphere growing heavier by the second. Something felt wrong, amiss, but I was not able to pinpoint what. I attributed it to the growing anxiety I had; I mean, who wouldn't be anxious? The hallways were dark, screaming silently at me. Echoing footsteps assaulted my sense of being. I eventually stumbled upon the laboratory where the experiment was due to take place. *Thwap, Thwap.* Nobody there, strange. I pushed open the doors, letting myself in. I took one step inside when everything went black. “Listen, Alex, you volunteered for the experiment today. We shall be conducting it momentarily. Oh, and I apologize for the sudden brutality.” It was my boss, Gary, speaking to me through a fuzzy speaker of some sorts. My head pained, and I felt dizzy. Someone ripped the bag over my head off, revealing to me that I had been constrained in some sort of device somewhere I had never seen before. In that moment, I thought I was going to die. A machine of some sorts was pointed directly at me. I suppose it was the alien technology, but it was unlike anything I had ever seen before. It smelled of rusty iron. The urge to break free was almost animalistic, but my struggles were to no avail. No matter how hard I tried, the thing wouldn't break. I had no idea where I was. I had never seen this place before. “Testing, testing. Uh, hello, is this working? Whatever. The experiment shall be starting shortly, I hope you all are ready.” I tried to speak, but I had tape over my mouth. There were a total of, maybe 5 or 6 men in the room with me. “Yes, sir. We are ready.” Their voices echoed. It's clear that nobody else was present, apart from them. “Okay. Activate the gear mechanism, Andy.” The speaker yelled, it hurt my ears. “On it, sir” And with that, he trotted over to the machine that was pointed at me. He hit a couple buttons on it; everything seemed to go fine until it wasn't. The alarms started blaring a short while after. “Oh shit. It's not responding, fuck. Sir, what now?” It was to no avail; the speaker had malfunctioned. The thing powered on, glaring brighter by the second. It made such an ugly noise as well. After 10 seconds of this, it shot a bright orb of light at me. Everything went black, again. I woke up. Feeling immensely tired. Where was I? I had no idea, I still don't. I don't even know how to put what I was seeing into words. But I can try. There is no sky, it's just a mix of black, pink, and white. The ground feels like jelly. There is a strong sulfur smell, or something similar in the air. And worst of all, there's a constant low-pitched whine coming from God knows where. This place isn't reality. Streaks of purple floated in the air. This was all weeks ago. I have been stuck here for at least a month now. Every now and then, I hear the sound of shrieking cries. It's terrifying. It's dark, damp, moist, and heavy. I hate it here. A couple of days ago, I found this journal lying on the ground, after seemingly wandering on endlessly. It's black, torn in some places, and has visible burn damage. How, though? I'm only writing in it to pass the time; there's literally nothing to do. I've pretty much given up hope that I'll ever return back home. Though, I did stumble upon something. I have no idea what, though. It was the other day, I approached it. It looked like an inverse hole. And when I went to touch it, it violently repulsed, throwing me back a good meter or so. It vibrated. HOW, though? HOW CAN A HOLE JUST VIBRATE? I'm so lost, honestly. I seemingly don't need food or water in here to survive either. I haven't eaten in a month yet I'm not hungry whatsoever. Recently, I've been hearing stomps. Thunderous, thunderous stomps. They rattle the ground. It's almost rhythmic in a sense, though I have no idea why or how. Each time a stomp happens, the low-pitched whine seems to increase in volume for a bit. Actually, as I'm writing this, I see something, something in the distance. I can't make it out properly, and it produces no sound, but it's seemingly getting closer to me. I'm scared, I just want to talk to my family again. I miss them so much. Please. I slept. The ground actually feels comfortable to lie on, surprisingly. I've been sleeping on these soft rocks I've been finding littered throughout the place, but they've seemingly just vanished. The thing is nearing me. It looks like an elephant, yet it's about 4 times less an actual elephant's height. It's completely black, and it appears to have a static outline. It's started making noises, incomprehensible wails. What will it do to me? Why? Just why? I wish I never did that stupid experiment. After days, it's closing in on me. It's probably going to do something to me very soon. Its wails are ear-shattering now. I’m terrified, I can’t resist its power. I can’t. I can't move. I guess this is the end for me. Martha, Tim, Bryan, if you ever happen to read this, ever, I love you. I'm sorry; I hope that we can meet again someday. It's her-.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17940ol/journal_from_an_unknown_reality/

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idroppedmyhotnvm

Domestic violence silence

We moved into a very upscale & top floor apartment 1.5yrs ago. The rent price was literally too good to be true. Not the place itself; it’s a studio. Cheap for the area. It’s in a neighborhood that some of the billionaires live in within the USA. When I viewed the apartment, I noticed an old man down the hall had his door open to the hallway & was blasting his TV & I loved it, because I am not a quiet person nor is my family quiet. So I thought we’d fit right in. The 3rd night we’d moved in, the terror began. We were watching TV loudly & talking & existing like always & suddenly heard a man nearby screaming at his Girlfirend/wife or maybe a video game- we didn’t know… he was louder than our TV and didn’t stop for over an hour. He sounded like a monster & was throwing or slamming things & screaming in a threatening voice. Unfortunately for me- I am not threatened by these types of men. I grew up with an abusive step dad who I had to fight so I went into fight mode. After an hour of the screaming and bashing, I stood up & started jumping on the floor & screaming down at him things like this, “f u- little brat, I’ll come down there and show you what’s up!” I was not playing around anymore as we’d tried stomping on the floor to no avail. So I literally lost my cool (I had been drinking to celebrate the new apartment & the weekend, and normally I’m a fun drunk,) but not when I am triggered. So this guy who was screaming things like, “go hang yourself,” triggered me beyond belief & my partner had to stop me from yelling at him… I was literally ready to fight this guy I didn’t know & I really couldn’t even tell if there was anyone else even living with him, he could have been yelling at a video game- I realized after I sobered up the next morning. So now I live in a weird state of fear but also anger. He still looses control about once a week and really badly about once a month & I’ve never screamed back at him again but i am scared. I will be working in the middle of the day at home & there will be a bash sound like a bowling ball was dropped or thrown out of nowhere. I still do not know if he’s yelling at a partner or the TV or the phone- but I keep my door locked at all times & pepper spray on me. And the old man who had the door open when I viewed the apartment, left after we moved in and a nice, normal quiet couple live there now. They keep their door closed. No one says anything about the screaming man below me. Maybe they are scared too?? Literally, no one out of 50+ neighbors ever say anything. It’s weird & creepy & I carry a defensive on me every time I go out. 😭 We need to move. No other neighbor ever fights back like I did that first night. Im living in hell & I hope that one day the local police do not show up at my door to ask if I knew that the couple that committed a murder suicide below me. I have heard a woman crying down there so I know he’s not alone. Please help. Does anyone have DV experience??? It’s almost everyday now. I hope they get help. I understand we all have problems & I know I do not understand his, but I wish I could turn back time & offer him an ear instead of screaming back to shut up or I’d come down & “do something about it,” because now I live in constant fear. I wish I could understand his pain then maybe I could actually help. We will try to move again this year. I hope we find a new place, because sometimes he goes out on his porch below us & laughs or slams things, (all summer,) like he’s listening to me if our window is open & is taunting me to yell at him again. Especially when my partner is at work. I own a gun so I’m seriously extremely afraid but I do NEVER want to harm anyone. I wish I’d never yelled back that night…, but I can’t turn back time. It’s been almost 2 years. I just want out. I can’t imagine if he lives with someone what they are going through…it sounds like hell on earth. If anyone has advice I would love to hear it. I know the system in the USA & unless he hurts her, she’s alone. All I can do is try to leave this place asap. I’ve never heard anything that sounds like actual violence. Like, I’ve never heard a scream or a crying woman. Sorry to trauma dump. Idk what to do anymore… this is hell.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/178zt4i/domestic_violence_silence/

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Beautiful-Routine295

Was this just a prank?

me, (17 year old female) was staying at my mom's house while she was on vacation in Aruba. I have been staying in the house for about 6 days now and when I got home late from work around 11 PM I saw the front and back door laying wide open. I hadn't been at the house since 4PM when I got home from school to go let the dogs out. When I walked in the house, already scared, I closed the doors and turned on all the lights. I didn't feel safe enough so I went to my well-known neighbor (a male in his late 30's). He came over to the house and stayed with me. Around 11:08 we saw a light turn off upstairs so as most sane people would do, I called the cops. 6 cops arrived at roughly 11:30. They searched the house whilst I was expecting them to bring out a man in handcuffs but after all. They didn't find anything. I called my mom and asked her to check all the cameras and she said there was nothing she saw. My neighbor went back to his house and my best friend came over and she slept with me in my mom's bed. I have no clue if this was a prank or not, it could've been a misunderstanding. Maybe I left the doors open the day before. Let me know what you think.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/178pcbg/was_this_just_a_prank/

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StupidPolysexual

The Cat Lady

Maud Jocelyn was West Knob's local cat lady. She had dozens of cats in all shapes and sizes, from kittens to old blind grimalkens. More numerous than the cats she owned were all of the rumors about her among the locals. She was gaunt and frail, her hair hung like gossamer webs from her scalp, her skin was almost blue-gray, and all but three or four teeth were missing from her mouth. Her unfortunate appearance caused young school children to shun her completely, avoiding ever walking by her dilapidated house, for fear she was a witch. But Thomas Eckle was no child, and he didn't believe in witches. He was almost twenty years old, short, stocky, and had one brown eye and one blue, which was his most distinguishing feature. Tom (as he was called by most) hated the pathetic, go-nowhere town in which he lived, and he wanted out. He had heard for years that crazy old cat lady was sitting on a fortune in that rundown litter box she called home. Sam wanted out of West Knob, and if the rumors were true, Maud Jocelyn was his ticket to do so. It was late, and the silver moon hung in the sky like a Cheshire smile. Many hours had passed since most of the town residents had retired to bed, but not Tom. He crept stealthily through Maud's backyard and up to her porch. The acrid stench of cat urine hung heavy in the air; it burned his nostrils and made his lip curl involuntarily. A wirey gray cat bounded from the porch as he stepped up onto the decaying boards, and Tom quietly cursed the creature for startling him. Another cat, a big orange one, drew its ears back and hissed at him as he reached for the door, which he found (not to his surprise) unlocked. When he opened the door, three more cats darted out in a mad rush. Stepping inside, he was nearly knocked over by the malodorous assault. If the smell had been bad outside, it was doubly-so inside. Tom covered his mouth and nose with one hand and took a small flashlight from his pocket with the other. Shining the light about the kitchen, he was unnerved by the multitude of glowing eyes from the cats that watched him. He carefully stepped through the house, mindful not to step on one of the many animals about his feet. In the living room, he found nothing but litter boxes and decades old furniture that had been shredded to tatters, covered in clumps of hair, and stained with cat sick. He made his way into what appeared to be a room used as a study. Near the window was a roll top desk covered in a multitude of very old looking books. Next to it on the floor was a large, antique steamer trunk. He was surprised to find this room occupied by only one cat; an ugly, scrawny black cat which perched itself attop the trunk. Its brightly glowing eyes were fixed on Tom as he crept further into the room. His light swept across the desk, but he saw nothing of value on it. He searched the drawers but found little more than stationary, pencils, and candles. Then, he turned his attention to the trunk. The black cat sat attop it, unmoving, watching him curiously. Tom swatted at the creature with the back of his hand, and it casually jumped to the floor, but it did not leave the room. It only meandered to one nearby corner and continued to watch him. The trunk was not locked; he snapped open the clasps that held it shut. Lifting the lid Tom found to his disappointment, only more books. One particularly large tome caught his attention, though. It was leather-bound and decorated in gold and silver filigree. He placed his flashlight in his mouth and lifted the heavy book from the trunk with both hands. The title of the book read: *Baleful Polymorph & Transmogrification.* Before Tom could process this, he heard from the corner of the room, where the cat had been, what sounded like the crackling of a fire, and the stench of cat urine was all at once replaced by what reminded him of the smell lit firecrackers. He fell backward in shock when he saw Maud Jocelyn standing in that corner. Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Thomas Eckle's sudden disappearance was the matter of some speculation around the village of West Knob. Some said he just abandoned the town he always hated, leaving behind all his possessions, but no definite answers were agreed upon. And who would have ever noticed among all of her many dozens of other cats, her newest addition; a stocky little tomcat, with two different colored eyes?

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/178igr7/the_cat_lady/

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DungeonMarshal

Crematorium apparition

Working at one of the last stops for the dead is a place not for the weak hearted, I been running this place for going on ten years now and I've seen it all, men, women and children. Sure it's a sad thing to see but this job pays my bills and everything else, it's a job like any other job but you get used to the morbid thought after a good time working at one of these places. One afternoon I was cleaning out the ashes from one of the ovens while another worker was working on the next beside me, I hear the person at the front desk hollering out to me and I came walking into the office break room and could see she was visibly shaken. After a few seconds of her trying to calm down and muster up the words to even speak, she tells me to go look into the freezer where we kept the bodies, shaking my head and thinking maybe it was someone on the staff pulling another one of those tiktok pranks which happens alot around here. I make a turn turns down the hall with one of workers trailing behind me and I open the door to the freezer and I stop in my tracks, stunned and speechless as was the worker behind me looking over my shoulder. Almost as clear as day, not sure about what expression to use here but we seen a middle aged man wandering in the freezer looking through the boxes and staggering but this man was almost transparent, his upper body was almost there but at the waist down, his legs were faded with nothing below the ankles. My rational mind comes into play hoping this was some sort of trick or holographic projection someone had brought into the building but this thing was opening boxes of bodies. I look over at my worker beside me and we slowly backed up while closing the door and I took a deep breath "what the hell..." And the one with me began to turn into a shaking leaf and I pushed him forward as we walked to the break room. Standing there with five other staff members talking about what they seen on the security cameras and all these stories just flooded the conversation of seeing ghosts, I sat there listening to them and with all my years of running this place I had never seen anything like this. The secretary then approaches me and drops a file infront of me and I open it, immediately recognizing that this was the same person I had cremated a few days before, same facial features with tattoos running down his arms, I sighed slowly picking up the file and marched back to the freezer and stopped right at the door with the whole staff behind me. I opened the door and took a few steps inside and this apparition took notice at me and stopped, I ask "can I help you?" Looking confused and he turns a few times "Where am I? I don't know where I am?" I look at the file and begin to read it aloud "Are you... Bob Robert Thomas?" He looks at me with a soft smile and places his hands on a empty slab leaning "Yes, yes that's me, I'm Bob!" I continue reading "You died from a sudden brain aneurysm in your home and your family found you a few days later, I'm sorry to tell you but you're inside a crematorium, your body was cremated a few days ago and your ashes were picked up by your family just yesterday... I'm Sorry but you can't be here anymore". Bob the ghost takes a few seconds to process what I had just read to to him and he looks up at me with the softest eyes a man (or ghost) can ever have and smiles "Oh... Ok then" And just like that, he turns away and walks through the freezer doors, vanishes ever so casually. I watched the whole thing happen along with my "brave" staff members and we walk back to the break room. I sent everyone home that day to process what WE had just experienced and had the thought of maybe having a priest coming in to bless the place and try to give some of these spirits some rest, just to not have this happen again since these things are disrupting my place of business and spooking my workers. Some days I think back at Bob and feel sorry for his loss and most days I hope that he found his ashes safely in the possession of his family, I mean no disrespect but I can't have ghosts scaring away my workers when I'm trying to respect their cremation wishes.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/178q8gw/crematorium_apparition/

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panterium

Did “Who Was She” find my house?

True story I live right around the corner from where the lady and baby were seen by me from my last post and this happened two days later. I was still haunted from the lady experience and as my husband and I were leaving for a week my son who was staying at the house alone while we were gone was a little freaked but we chalked it up to a weird thing that would never happen again. WRONG! Two days later on a cold and windy night we all went to bed around ten. Pretty normal. Around midnight I got up to go to the bathroom and there’s a window in there. On my way past the window I noticed what looked like car headlights pointed toward the house. Didn’t think anything of it. When I went past the window again on way back to bed the big light had not moved. Now it peaked my interest because it wasn’t a headlight, it was one huge light out in the road and it was shining right into that window. But, it didn’t cast any light. You know how a flashlight shining in the dark will cast things around the light let alone what the flashlight was pointed at? Not this light. But it was big and bright and it wasn’t moving and now I couldn’t tell if it was coming from the opposite side of the road or on my side of the road. I watch so long and I finally saw the lights of a car coming so now I would be able to see what it was and on what side of the road it was on. The car went by, you could see the road, my driveway and on other side of road, but nothing was there. But that’s not really possible right? The light just kept on shining after the car was long gone! I guess I stood there another half hour then something happened. The big light turned green, turned red and poof, disappeared. Woke my husband up but neither one of us could spot anything. I couldn’t help think, or know, this was related to the lady and baby. I’m don’t think my son would stay at the house while we were gone, I don’t blame him. This is a true story.

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/178traq/did_who_was_she_find_my_house/

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LtHouse-Sally

What is something that creeps you out but it seems normal for the rest of people?

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177th52/what_is_something_that_creeps_you_out_but_it/

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Deea-akko

Random

Redit what is the worse thing that has ever happened to you

https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/178o1rf/random/

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Just_Ad1254