1. Mommy’s home
I heard one, a parent is laying in bed after just waking up, he grabs the newborn monitor and strolls to his desk in its term of office at home, he has his newborn on the baby monitor and hears his wife singing to her, he cracks a smile as he hears his wife” Go to sleep … go to sleep …” When suddenly the front door opens up and his wife comes in with groceries.
Heres one that frightened the living shit out of me when I was younger.
A young son is sleeping in his bed on a usual night. He hears footsteps outside his doorway, and peeks out of his eyes to ensure what is happening. His doorway swingings open softly to reveal a murderer carrying the corpses of his parents. After silently propping them up on a chair, he writes something on the wall up the blood of the dead bodies. He then hides under the childs bed.
The child is scared beyond belief. He can’t read the writing on the wall and he knows “the mens” is under his bed. Like any child, he feigns that he slept through the whole thing and hasn’t awoken yet. He lays still as the bodies, quietly hearing the exhales from under his bed.
An hour passes, and his eyes are adjusting more and more to the darkness. He tries to make out the words, but it’s a struggle. He gasps when he finally constructs out the sentence.
” I know you’re awake “. He feels something shift underneath his bed.
Mommy told me never to go in the cellar, but I wanted to see what was stimulating that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a little bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the cellar and screamed at me. Mommy had never hollered at me before, and it built me sad and I wept. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That constructed me feel better, so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the cellar was stimulating noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.
I used to work weekend nights and my wife would always be home alone with her vehicle in the driveway. One particular Saturday, I was at work and my wife happened to go out with her friend. Her friend picked her up, so her car was still in the driveway. When I got home at 1:00 am, the power to the house was out. I went to check the circuit breaker and saw that the padlock on it had been cut. I promptly ran inside and called 911. Here is the conclusion I have come to( though I’m open to alternatives ). Someone had been watching us for a while and knew our habits. That Saturday, they ensure her vehicle in the driveway and my auto run. They cut the lock and threw the circuit breaker. This would have baited her outside. She would have been outside with the front doorway unlocked and quite vulnerable. I bought a nice bottle of wine for her friend and a shotgun for the house. — told by reddit user Birchum( by @emolabs)::: #spooky #scary #creepy #dark #evil #story #horror #reallife #scarystories #creepycatalog #creepers #instascary #horrorphoto
4. Ted the Caver
A longer creepypasta published here, It’s worth the read.
A man leaves his home every morning to walking to run and passes a mental hospital surrounded by a wooden fence. Every morning the patients are out in the yard and he can hear them saying in unison,
” 10, 10, 10, 10, 10″.
One day, he gets curious and appears through a pit in the fence.
Suddenly, a stick shoots out and pokes him in the eye.
” FUCK! He says to himself .”
While walking away pissed off he can hear the patients saying,
” 11, 11, 11, 11, 11″
6.” Yeeeeeeeees ?”
When I was a child their own families moved to a big old two-floor home, with big empty rooms and creaking floorboards. Both my parents run so I was often alone when I came home from school. One early evening when I came home the house was still dark.
I called out, “Mum?” and heard her sing sung voice say ” Yeeeeees ?” from upstairs. I called her again as I climbed the stairs to ensure which room she was in, and again got the same “Yeeeeees?” answer. We were decorating at the time, and I didn’t know my way around the labyrinth of rooms but she was in one of the far ones, right down the hallway. I felt uneasy, but I figured that was only natural so I rushed forward to see my mum, knowing that her presence would calm my anxieties, as a mother’s presence always does.
Just as I reached for the handle of the door to let myself in to the room I heard the front door downstairs open and my mother call” Sweetie, are you home ?” in a cheery voice. I jumped back, startled and ran down the stairs to her, but as I glanced back from the top of the stairs, the door to the room slowly opened a cracking. For a brief moment, I saw something strange in there, and I don’t know what it was, but it was look at this place me.
7. Shirley Jackson’s’ The Lottery’
Read it here.
I check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and devote key.” But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don’t even peek in there .” I take key and go to room to sleep. Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on doorway. No reaction. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still percolating. I go down to front desk to complain.” By the style who is in that room ?” She look at me and begin to tell story. There was female in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red.
A woman survivalist and trained outdoors guide who loves to go solo camping. Returns home after 2 weeks of is available on the bush and not find a single spirit. Develops her disposable camera film to find a roll of film with numerous pictures of her sleeping at night, on different nights. She has never gone camping or hiking since.
11. A creepy classic from Roald Dahl
Yes, from the same guy who penned James and the Giant Peach. Read’ The Landlady’ here.
there was a story about how a guy was driving through the mountains( ex army) and came across a accident. The automobile wasn’t injury at all and virtually purposely placed in the middle of the road. He drove past and find 2 people lying in the road. He pulls up in front of the “crash” and then looks back to see the people sat up and 20 or so eyes reflecting in his taillights from the surrounding bushes. He slams on the gas and runs. This narrative scares me because this kind of thing does happen with” mountain tribes” who are either cannibalistic or crazy.
This is me. I’m here. I’m shifting the words that you’re reading, altering them from whatever this person wrote.
I’ve been here for awhile. For as long as you can recollect, anyway. Sometimes I say your name as you’re falling asleep, or whisper urgently in your ear. Do you remember the time that I hollered, hurling panic through you and defining your heart racing?
That was fun.
You’re wondering who I am. That’s only natural. Of course, you already know.
I’m you. I’m the real you. I’m the intellect that existed here before you stole my body, before you forgot about being a parasite. I’m the child who looked the wrong way, asked the wrong topic, watched the incorrect thing … but I’m not so little any more.
You may have forgotten me, but I’m still here. I’ve always been here.
I’m going to get out.
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