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ms-horrortales · 1 year

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Young girl.

There was a young girl named Radka who lived in a small city in the Czech Republic. Her father lost his job and was unable to find work. The family fell into hard times and was forced to sell their house. They had to move to Prague and rent an apartment and an old, decrepit building. Radka was sad to say goodbye to all our friends in school and promised them she would try to keep in contact with them.

The young girl didn't like the hustle and bustle of the new city in which she was forced to live. The people seemed to be very unfriendly and there were no kids her age living in the apartment building. As summer came to an end, she began to dread well life had in store for her. To allay her fears, her parents told her that everything would be fine once she started school. The young girl wasn't so sure.

On her first day of school, Radka hoped that she would make some new friends. However, she found that her new classmates were very unpleasant. Once you tried to talk with them, they just turned up their noses at her and walked away. When she tried to join in with their games, they refused to include her.

As the days went on, the kids at school began to display an intense hatred for the poor girl. They taunted her relentlessly. Making fun of her hair, her clothes, and her accent. They told her that her face looked like a rat and christened her” Rat Girl”. She tried to tell her parents that she was being bullied in school, but they were too busy worrying about the family’s finances to pay much attention.

The bullying gradually got worse and worse and Radka had no idea what to do about it. Some of the kids would punch her and kick her and call her names. Others would beat her up and steal her lunch. Still more would play cruel tricks on her, tearing up her schoolbooks or writing on her locker. She spent most of her days at school desperately trying to avoid her classmates.

One day, the teasing and bullying became so bad that she couldn't take it anymore. Her classmates dragged her out to a river near the school and threw her in. As she sat in the school toilet, trying to dry her clothes, the poor girl began thinking of a plan. By the end of the day, Radka had come up with an idea to get revenge on all of the kids in the school who were tormenting her.

On the way home from school that evening, she found a dead rat by the side of the road. She picked it up and brought it home with her. When her parents went out after dinner, Radka took a meat grinder out of the kitchen cupboard and put the rat inside. She turned the handle and grounded the dead rat up into minced meat. Then, she cooked it with a frying pan. It smelled awful, so she added lots of herbs and spices. When her disgusting meal was finished, she placed it neatly in a plastic container and put it in her school bag.

The next day at school, Radka waited until lunchtime to unveil her horrible plan. When the bell rang for lunch, she made her way to the school cafeteria and sat at one of the tables, on her own. She took the fried rat me out of her bag, placed it on the table in front of her and waited.

Soon enough, 2 girls came over and started teasing her and calling her names. They stole their lunch and passed it around the cafeteria. Everyone had a bite. All of her classmates were laughing at her and calling her “rat girl! Rat girl!”

About one hour later, her schoolmates began feeling queasy. One by one, the kids got up from their desks and ran to the toilet. The teacher had no idea what was going on. Radka ran out to the school toilets to see the results of her handiwork.

All the stalls in the bathroom were occupied and she could hear the sounds of retching, vomiting, and diarrhea. The air was filled with the smell of poop and puke. Some girls were holding their hands over their mouths, waiting desperately for cubicles. Others couldn't wait and had resorted to pooping in the sinks. When there were no sinks free, one girl ran in and puked all over a girl who was pooping in the sink.

It was utter pandemonium. Radka smiled with satisfaction.

By the next morning, her classmates figured out her cunning plan. During class, she could see all the girls staring at her giving her dirty looks. You know that it was just a matter of time before they took their revenge on her.

During the lunch break, 2 girls approached Radka. She was expecting them to beat her up, but instead, they apologized to her.

“We're all very sorry about the way we treated you, Radka,” they said. “We hope we can make it up to you.”

The girls told her that her classmates were waiting for her in the classroom. They said they wanted to apologize and welcome her into their group.

Although Radka what's the suspicious, she was eager for acceptance and threw caution to the wind and followed them. They let her down the corridors but, as they were passing the door to the school's basement, 2 girls suddenly turned and grabbed her. One of them held her tightly while the other opened the door. Radka tried to struggle, but it was no use. The girls pushed her through the doorway.

Radka Tumbled down the stairs and landed on the cold concrete below. She heard the sound of the door slamming and the key turning in the lock. The basement was in a disused part of the school. No matter how loud she screamed, nobody would ever hear her. Lying on the basement floor, her back aching, Radka began to cry bitterly.

She started to look for another way out, but the windows were too high to reach. She was trapped like a ride in a cage. In frustration, the poor girl began kicking the wall. She kicked it so hard her foot went straight through the plaster. She got down on her knees and began to tear out the wall, making the hole bigger and bigger until it was large enough for her to fit through.

Sticking her head through the hole peering inside, Radka so there was no water pipes or electrical wire behind the wall. For some reason, there was a small gap between the inner wall and the outer wall. It was a very narrow passageway that led to the left and right, but it was just about wide enough for her to squeeze through.

Radka felt that it was her only avenue of escape, so she crawled through the hole and made her way down the narrow passage. It was dark and she was scared, but she forced herself to press on. Eventually, she noticed a thin beam of light shining through a tiny hole in the wall. She scratched at it with her fingernails it got a little bigger.

Peeking through, she realized that she was right beside the school principal's office. She could see the principal sitting at his desk, unaware he was being watched. It wasn't doing any work, you're just sitting there, staring into space. Then he began picking his nose and eating it.

“Ewww! Gross!” thought Radka as she chuckled to herself and moved on.

She crawled further down the passage and came to another bright spot in the wall. She scratched at it to make the hole bigger and put her eye up to it. She discovered it was the teachers’ lounge. She could hear her geography teacher and her history teacher. They were locked in a passionate embrace and were kissing each other.

“Wow! They’re having an affair!” she thought to herself.

Moving on, Radka found that the passage began to slope upwards. In some places almost vertical and she struggled to find a foothold. Eventually, she reached another tiny point of light. She looked through the little hole and it took a while for her eyes to adjust to the light. When they did, she realized that she was staring directly into the teacher's bathroom. She could see her English teacher sitting on the toilet. Suddenly, she heard a loud splash.

“Disgusting!” she thought to herself.

She kept going, confident that she would soon find a way out. As she went further down the passage it began to get more narrow. After crawling for a while, she came to a corner that was Eddie slight angle. Radka tried to squeeze through the narrow space. Her head and upper body went through without a problem, but her butt got stuck on the turn. She tried with all her might to pull herself through, but it was no use. The corner was too small.

However, when she tried to go backwards, she found that she couldn't fudge an inch. Her butt had become stuck fast between the densely packed concrete blocks. In desperation, she even tried to rotate her body like a drill, but her efforts were in vain. Her worst fear had come true.

“I can't believe it,” said Radka “I'm jammed!”

She began to panic and felt as if she couldn't breathe. She wondered if she would be trapped behind the walls forever. The young girl rested for a few minutes, telling yourself to remain calm and try to gather her thoughts. She began thinking about her mother and father and the fact that she might not ever see them again. Her eyes welled with tears.

“Help! Help” she screamed again and again, but nobody answered her cries.

Just then, Radka felt something brushed against her leg. There was a strange, musty smell in the air. She put her hand down and felt the touch of soft, warm fur. When her fingers crossed around a long fleshy tail, she screamed.

“Rats!”

All at once, at least three or four rats began swarming on Radka. They climbed up her legs and scrambled overhead, their sharp claws digging into her skin. She began to panic, and she felt something bite into her ear. Radka Started slapping at the scurrying rash with her hands, desperately trying to make them retreat. One rat began nibbling at her toes and she kicked it away. Her frightened screams rang out along the passageway, but no one was there to hear them.

She laid there for what seemed like hours, stuck in the passageway, fending off a group of ravenous rodents. Every time she thought the rats had gone, they reappeared and attacked her again. Her head was pounding, and her body ached. All hope of salvation was gone.

Going crazy with pain, Radka reached out and grabbed hold of one of the rats. In a rage, she strangled it with one hand and put the rat's dead body under her head to use as a pillow. The other rats scurried back to their hiding places. They seemed scared.

Radka lingered in the hole for three days, halfway between life and death. Sometimes she managed to get a few minutes of sleep. Whenever the rats came too close, she would kill one of them with her bare hands and toss the carcass at its comrades. She had to go to the toilet and was forced to do her business right there on the spot. Lying in her own poop and pee, Radka gave up all hope.

“Oh, please just hurry up and let me die,” she thought miserably.

A horrible smell permeated the narrow passage. Radka was extremely hungry and dying of thirst. All she wanted was something to drink. One rat strayed too close to her and when she got it in her clutches, she brought it up to her mouth and bit into its neck. She began to drink the rat's blood. But the blood of one rat was not enough. She needed more.

After a month, Radka was still stuck behind the walls. She managed to survive by catching rats, drinking their blood, and eating their dead bodies. She was terribly bored, and her own entertainment was listening to the rats squeaking. It got to a point when she almost felt she could understand what they were saying to each other.

One day, when Radka awoke, she tried to squeeze herself through the corner again. She had become so thin that she managed to dislodge herself and got unstuck. She crawled further down the passageway until she came to a welcome spot of light. She punched a hole in the wall and a bright light shone through burning her eyes. She dragged herself through the hole and, like a snake, slithered into the room.

Radka’s Teacher was standing in the front of their classroom and her classmates were sitting at their desks. All of a sudden, they heard a pounding noise and the wall at the back of the classroom burst open. Bricks and plaster were scattered on the floor. As they watched, open-mouthed, a pair of fists emerged from the hole and something dirty and smelly emerged from the depths. The stench reaped like 100 toilets.

The thing scurried across the floor, and they realized that it was a young girl, her face covered in dried blood and her clothes were soaked in poop and pee. Everyone began to scream in terror. Just then, an army of rats came streaming out of the hole and attacked the other children.

“Kill them all!” Screamed Radka as she pounced on one girl and grabbed hold of her arm.

Insane with hunger, she sank her teeth into the girl's hand and drank her blood. The girl screamed in horror and pain. The teacher rushed over and tried to rescue the girl. Radka pounced on the teacher too and began gnawing on her legs.

The children were screaming and crying as the rats swarmed all over them. The vicious rodents scurried back and forth, scratching, biting, and feeding on their terrified victims. Nobody was spared. Their sharp teeth combed down on whatever they found, hands, legs, and necks. It was utter pandemonium.

Minutes later, when the police arrived, it was all over. They found the classroom's walls, floor, and ceiling covered in blood. The skeletal remains of the children lay scattered around the room. In the middle of all this chaos, there was a young girl sitting on the floor, gnawing at the teacher's corpse.

#horror story #scary stories

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ms-horrortales · 1 year

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Talking Robot

I have a son who I love with all my heart, but even though he is 5 years old, he is not able to speak. I can't stand it when people refer to him as "dumb". He's an intelligent boy, but he has a problem.

When he was just a baby, my son suffered a serious illness. He recovered from the disease, but he never learned to speak. My wife and I took him to several psychologists and therapists, but none of them were able to help him. They said the cause of his problem was psychosomatic and he would eventually grow out of it.

My wife and I spent a lot of time with our son, talking to him and encouraging him to repeat words after us. All he was ever able to make was a high-pitched wailing sound. Sometimes he would get very frustrated and break down crying. All we could do was hug him and assure him that we loved him.

One day, I was in a toy store and a doll on one of the shelves caught my eye. It was a talking robot. I decided to buy it for my son as a present. I was hoping it might help him finally learn to speak.

When my son opened the box and saw the talking robot, he was overjoyed. He was so excited, he hugged me and made high-pitched wails. I pulled the strings at the back and showed how to get the robot talking.

My son fell in love with that toy and brought it everywhere he went. I would often hear him playing with it in his bedroom, pulling the string and making the robot talk. However, my son never spoke a word.

One morning, my son came down to breakfast and I put a plate of waffles in front of him.

"I don't like ... this," he muttered.

"What did you say?" I asked in surprise.

"I said... I don't like... waffles," he repeated in a dull monotone.

I rushed over and hugged him tightly. Tears were streaming down my cheeks.

"You can talk!" I shouted, joyfully.

"You can talk!"

"I can ... talk," said my son

"How?" I asked, my voice heavy with emotion. "How did this happen?"

My son raised his hand and pointed to his bedroom.

"It was... the robot," he said haltingly.

"The robot... gave its power... to me"

After that, my son began talking every day. He says a few words every day, but it is always in the same dull monotone. I should be happy, but I'm not. There is something different about him. He doesn't show any emotion anymore. He never cries. He never smiles. He never hugs me. He just sits there, staring at me.

He also never plays with the talking robot anymore.

Yesterday, I picked it up and pulled the string.

It made a high-pitched wailing sound.

No matter how many times I pull the string, it still makes that high-pitched wail...

... the same high-pitched wail my son used to make.

Even though my son doesn't play with it anymore, I'm afraid to throw the talking robot away.

#Scarry Storys #horror story

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ms-horrortales · 5 years

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The ex shadow

I didn't know that's what it was called until much later. I was living in a house in Laguna Beach that had been there since the 1920s. In it's history, it had been a speakeasy, a brothel and a house for smuggling illegal immigrants.

One day, my new wife and I were having an argument. I can't even recall what it was about. She walked down the block to get a cup of coffee and cool off, and I was alone in the house. The way the place was built was incredibly haphazard. There was a bedroom and living room on one side, then a bathroom with two entrances. On the other side of the bathroom was a hallway that had windows in one side and two bedrooms on the other. From my bedroom, I could look across the hall into the bathroom, then through the bathroom and down the other hall. I was standing at my dresser, and I just noticed movement out the corner of my eye, and looked down there. There was... and honest to god, this gives me goose bumps just typing it, 17 years later, a black figure. It was maybe three feet tall, and it was only vaguely humanoid. it looked like black scribbles, like someone had scribbled a human shape, but the scribbles moved, like electricity arcing, that's the best way to describe it.

There was no sound that I could remember. I distinctly remember when I saw it I wasn't afraid, just like, WTF? Then it noticed me looking at it. I can't say it turned around, it just, focused on me I guess. THEN I was scared. I didn't move, didn't scream, nothing, I was just frozen, because it just fucking came at me, it RUSHED down the hall towards me. I have no idea what it intended, but as soon as it entered the bathroom, the door closest to me just SLAMMED shut on it. I screamed. I yelled for my wife. She wasn't home. I went the fuck outside, into the daylight, and didn't go back in until she got home about 10 minutes later.

I don't believe in ghosts. I don't believe I saw something supernatural, but I know I saw something. I don't know what it was.

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ms-horrortales · 5 years

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Radio Show

There is a radio show in mexico called “La Mano Peluda”( The Hairy Hand). It has been on air for 20 years and it used to broadcast after midnight. Every night, real people call in to the show and share scary stories that have happened to them or supernatural events that they have experienced.

I used to listen to the show every night, after I went to bed. My parents didn’t like me listening to it, but I turn the radio do9wn low so they couldn’t hear. A few years ago, I heard one story that chilled me to the bone. A lady called in and said her son was trying to kill her.

Here is the transcript of the recording:

Caller:Senor Carlos, help me! Please, help me! My son! My son wants to kill me!

Host:Let’s see, calm down senora. Tell me what happened.

Caller:For 7 months now, my son has been playing the Ouija board at night. I did not take it seriously, but now he speaks in another language and says strange words... He says that he wants to kill me and his brother. He is very strong. Much stronger then a normal 13-year old boy. He tried to kill the dog with a knife and today... and today...No! Please don’t!No!

Host:Senora, what happened? Tell me, senora, are you still on the line?

Caller:Help me! Help me, please! My son is levitating in his bed!My god, hes floating! Hes floating! Help me, please! His eyes are all white and he has a knife!Madre de dios! What do you want? Leave my son alone. Oh God! Senor Carlos! Someone help me!

At this point in the recording, screaming and crying are heard in the background and all of sudden, the call is cut off.

For the next three days, the host of the radio show kept playing the recording over and over, asking for the lady to call in again. He also asked the public to identify her so they could try and get he some help. Eventually, a young man called in to the show and said he had some information.

This is a transcript of the recording:

Calloer: I have information about the lady you are looking for, Senor Carlos, but it is better that you stop playing with what you don’t understand. Look no more into it. He is strong. He can kill you. Just walk away.

Announcer: What are you talking about? What is your name? Tell me.

Youngg: I am just telling you to be careful. I told you to leave it alone, you idiot. Please don’t do anything. Just listen carefully to the recording. Listen...listen...listen...

At that pint, the call was cut off.

The next day, the host of the radio show had some specialists on and they analysed the first recording of the lady who called in. Using various techniques, they were able to isolate and enhance the screams and cries at the end of the recording.

At first, it sounded like there were several people screaming and crying at once, but when they played one of the isolated voices, I swear to you it chilled me to the bone.

The voice was just an echo, but it said:

“I’ll kill you Bitch!I’ll kill everyone! And if you’re still asking for help, I’ll kill them too! Nobody will help you, help you, help you, help you...”

It was horrible, because the echo was very distant but very clear.

Weeks later, another man called in to the radio show. He was very frightened, but he said he was willing to tell the host what had happened during the recording.

“Look senor Carlos, I will tell you about the day the lady called in. Her name is senora Julia and she is the caretaker of a building in a area south of the city of mexico. Late one night I and 10 other residents in the building hears anguished cries. They were coming from the home of senora julia. We all rushed out onto our balconies which faces toward the courtyard where her home is. we heard her screaming and several men, including myself, went down to her house to find out what was happening.

“ We forced the door open and we saw her with the telephone to her ear, asking someone for help. That someone, we later learned was you. Just then, we heard screaming and crying throughout the building. It was so strong that it stunned us for a moment.Senora Julia hung up the phone and ran to us, pleading with us for help. When we asked why, she said there was something wrong with her boy. Seriously, senor, I have never seen anything like it before or since. We were all petrified with fear.

“We saw her eldest son and, I don’t know if you can believe this, but he was floating. He was about 3 feet off the floor. His eyes were blank and he had an evil smile on his face. I do not know how to describe it. He was smiling ear to ear and it was a diabolical smile. In his hand he was holding a large knife and it was dripping with blood. The neighbors didn’t know what to do. We asked the lady what was happening she just said that he wanted to kill everyone.

“We ran out of the house into the courtyard, but the boy followed us. He was in the middle of the courtyard, floating in the air and babbling in a strange language. All of the neighbors saw it. Some began to shout and others began to pray. One man tried to stop the boy by pulling on his foot. We helped him wrestle the boy to the ground. He was passed out and his eyes were rolling to the back of his head, but he would not let go of the knife. We did the only thing we could think of, senor. We called a priest...”

At that point, the recording cut off.

The host of the radio show said he had tried to communicate with the lady and the man, but because neither of them had given there names, all attempts were unsuccessful. They spent months analyzing previous recordings, but specialists said only that the young man must be possessed by a strong demonic spirit and without more information, there was nothing they could do.

According to the host, the radio show had changed its schedule because of the call. Afterwards, staff claimed they heard whispering voices, cries and moans in the building after midnight. On more than one occasion, a member of the radio show’s staff was thrown against a wall or beaten savagely by someone or something that was not physically there. One audio technician was seriously injured in a car accident, which he said was caused by a ghostly face of a young boy appeared on the windscreen as he was driving.

The staff on the radio show were so afraid that they complained to the producers and threatened to quit. The producers were forced to reschedule the show so that it started at 10pm and finished just before midnight.

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ms-horrortales · 5 years

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Grinner

I have to get out.

The walls, twisted rebar and cracked concrete, seemed to stretch on forever.I can’t remember where I am, why I came to be here; I can’t even remember my last name. All I know is that if I get out, I will live.If i don’t...

I have to get out.

I can hear it behind me, that accursed chuckle echoing down the hallway. Oh god, it’s coming for me.

An exit, to the right!

My jog becomes a sprint once again, a parade ground drum booming in my ears.

So close. I’m yards away; feet from the door.

Suddenly: ground. My face smacks into the dirtied gushes from my nose, staining my shirt and pants, but I don’t have time to care. One thought takes control of all others, one motive guides my body with an otherwise unnatural will.

I have to get out.

In my frenzied state it takes me a moment to focus on the figure limping slowly towards me, to realize the danger.

He is tall, thin as a corpse and white as a sheet. His dark suit is immaculate, his long limbs seeming to stretch beyond the right proportions. A long black cane, topped with a metal figurehead, is clenched tight in his fist, too-long fingers overlapping the pommel like bad Halloween glove. Wispy white hair cascades around his balding cranium, draping over his shoulder like unkempt vines.

His face is the worst, with few features that seem to only highlight the wrongness of the absent ones.

Twin ovals, set deep into the too-high eye sockets.Twin pits from the abyss stare into me, into my soul.

His smile is too large, too wrong. Overcrowded teeth line a lipless maw that stretches the length of his head. Saliva leaks through gaps in his teeth, caught by the polite tapping of kerchief in his free hand.

The fiend takes a few steps towards me, his gait awkward, like teenager that hasn’t quite come to grip with a growth spurt. I back up, turn, furiously crawling toward the door; crawling toward my salvation.

I grasp the handle, pull madly at the doorknob. The door swings open to reveal-

Nothing.

A wall, like something out of a lurid comic strip, lies before me. Crudely daubed on the surface is a pictogram of a smiling face, surrounded by tally marks that are to numerous to count. The pigment dried as a dark brown, but I know its original color would have been red. Sanguine.

A titter, a mad giggle from behind me. Awkward footsteps, helped by a cane close the already negligible distance between us.

Oh God.

I can’t get out...

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ms-horrortales · 5 years

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Girl On Fire

Back in 1908, it was called Alabama Girls’ Industrial School and Condie Cunningham was one of the students who lived on the 4th floor of the main Residence Hall.

Late one night, Condie and her friends were using a burner to make hot chocolate in her room. This was against the rules, but Condie and her friends were doing it anyway. They were all sitting on Condie’s bed in their nightgowns, when someone accidentally knocked over the burner.

The bed caught fire and so did Condie Cunningham’s nightgown. She began to panic and ran down the hallway screaming for help. Now, as most people know, running is the worst thing you can do when you’re on fire. You’re supposed to drop on the ground and roll around. But unfortunately, Condie didn’t know that.

She ran up and down the hallway screaming for help and this only fanned the flames. The flames grew larger and larger, completely consuming her body. Her friends could only watch in horror as Condie finally collapsed and died. Her body was burned to a crisp.

Ever since her death, Condie Cunningham’s ghost has haunted the 4th floor of the Old Residence Hall. Students living on that floor have reported hearing the horrifying screams of a girl echoing through the hallways. Others have heard footsteps running up and down the hall when no one is there. Some have even heard a girl’s voice crying “Help Me”.

Late one night, a girl who was staying in Condie’s old room heard noises outside her door. When she opened her door, she was shocked to see a fiery apparition running down the hallway, its body burned and blackened as flames blazed around it like a human torch. When the girl went back to her room, she saw her bed was on fire. The next morning, she left the University and never returned.

Of all the paranormal events that surround this girl on fire, the strangest is what happened to the wooden door of Condie’s old room. Right after Condie’s death, her friends said they saw the image of Condie’s burning face appear in the wood.

The school administrator had the door replaced, but Condie’s face began appearing in the new door. They replaced the door numerous times, but every time, the image of the face came back in the wood.

The girls were all so freaked out by this that, eventually, they just removed the door and put it in a storage room. Even today, Condie’s room has no door and none of the girls at Montevallo University will stay in the room, so it remains vacant.

The students who live there today still swear that their doors open and close of their own accord and some have sensed the presence of Condie’s ghost coming into their room. Her ghost has even been known to go into the shower areas and scream her head off. The girls say that when she roams the hall, she doesn’t do it quietly. She runs and screams through the halls as if she is still on fire.

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ms-horrortales · 5 years

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In Honor of Friday the 13th: Real People Share Their Creepiest, Can't-Be-Explained Stories

Warning to the Easily Creeped Out – you should probably avoid this, especially on Friday the 13th.

After reading these 15 stories from Reddit users who had creepy, unexplainable, possibly paranormal things happen to them, you may start sleeping with the lights on.

1. “My grandma lives in a very stereotypical horror movie house – small Midwest town, white and old looking home, on a farm. She even has a chipped wooden Mary nativity in the front yard. She also has a cemetery about a half mile down the road. I used to sleep in the room in the corner on the top floor (my aunt’s room) and it had a wooden rocking chair in it. When I was younger I would wake up because I thought I heard it rocking, to the point where I would wake up my grandma and have to stay in her room. About ten years later my mom, aunt and I were talking about how creepy my grandma’s house was. My aunt goes on to talk about how when she was younger the reason my mom and her ended up sharing a room was because she thought her room was haunted. She said she woke up one morning and the rocking chair was about two feet closer to her bed, and after that night, it would start rocking on a nightly basis at midnight.”

2. “Until a few years ago I still had a flip phone phone. One day I got a random call asking for some girl named Sarah. I told them they had the wrong number and they hung up. For the next few months, I would get these calls asking for Sarah about once or twice a week, coming from different number and different sounding people. Sometimes these calls came at three in the morning. One day I got a call and, like usual, I said I didn’t know Sarah. After they hung up I went to my contacts and hit redial; the answering machine said that number did not exist. I went back through my call history trying to call some other people that had called me with the same result, a machine telling me the number did not exist. Every time I would get these calls I would redial the number and still got the machine. I googled the numbers but all I learned was that were coming from North Dakota, Montana, basically everywhere in the Midwest. The next time I got a call asking for Sarah, I said, ‘Oh yeah, she is right here’ and the other person on the other end said ‘No she isn’t’ and hung up. Things started getting weird when I started getting calls from ‘unknown’ numbers calling me. Whoever or whatever on the other end hung up the second I said hello. Once I got a call where they didn’t hang up after I said ‘hello’ and I could hear someone was on the other end just listening but they didn’t say anything, just something really uneasy about it.”

3. “I was staying in the Flamingo Hotel in Las Vegas (oldest property on the strip with a sordid mob history). In the middle of the night, I woke and saw a dark figure moving around the foot of my bed and coming up the gap between the twin beds. I hit the light, and there was a full figure of a man in a ’60s sports blazer with blood all over his face. I yelled ‘Go away!’ and start flinging my arm in his direction. Just like that he disappeared. I woke my friends in the other bed and my buddy said ‘What the hell you swatting at?!’ I told them and they laughed at me. The following morning, my buddy said after I had fallen asleep water was dripping on his head, but there was no leak on the ceiling and was convinced we may have shared a paranormal encounter.”

4. “I had a black cat called Casper. We adopted her after she ran away from the previous owner. She was missing for days before the previous owner found her in the bushes, skittish and frightened. After carrying her home, the owner discovered she was allergic to cats when her arm broke out with rashes. She put out a call for a new home, which was answered by my animal-loving family. For ages, she was scared to come near anyone and was totally averse to being petted. Eventually, she turned into a total ham, never missing the chance to jump on you and lie with you. We loved her, and I loved her heaps. Then one day she lost the use of her back legs. Not long after, she passed away. I was having a rough time then, and she was a big comforter. Point is: my parents and I were sad. A few days after, I’m sitting on my front step having a smoke, and I gear a meowing sound identical to Casper. I look out front and there, at the gate, was a cat meowing at me, that looked just like Casper. I went over, and it ran away. I looked down the street after it, and it was gone. I mentioned it to my parents. They both said the same thing happened to each of them separately, which was a surprise to them, too. Now it could have been a similar cat from the neighborhood, but it only happened once to each of us then was never seen again.”

5. “When I was 16, I was riding horses with my friend in the field beside her house. The horse threw me and I hit my head, HARD. The next thing I know, I’m on my back in incredible pain staring up at my friend, who is frantically screaming at me. Dazed, my gaze shifted and then refocused on her friend behind her, a tall, thin man wearing a black suit and an old-fashioned, wide-brimmed hat. He was staring unblinking into my eyes over my friend’s shoulder. Days later she came to visit me in the hospital, and I asked her about the man I’d seen. I thought it was the new boyfriend she’d recently told me about. She told me there was no one there but me and her.”

6. “This past year, I went to bed on a normal night, and in mid-dream, everything stops and a voice says, ‘The fire alarm is about to go off.’ I wake up about five minutes later when the fire alarm starts in our building. I asked my roommates the next day if anyone said that, and I just happened to hear it, but they said the alarm went off around 4 a.m. and they were all sleeping prior to it going off. Plus, none of us knew they were testing the alarm beforehand. I was weirded out after.”

7. “Back in 2005, I was in a band that toured the country in a 15-passenger van with a trailer. We were on the way from Columbus, Ohio to Erie, PA. The show had been cancelled in Ohio due to a power outage, so we decided to get on the road early as we had friends in Erie who were taking us in for the night. I’ll never forget this moment for the rest of my life. We were all having a conversation; there were eight of us total in the van when the driver and passenger both shouted simultaneously, ‘What the was that?!’ I’m getting goosebumps on my arms right now just remembering the event. I was sitting being the driver with my back against the window, and I didn’t see anything but we heard a ‘whooshing’ noise as if something flew right over the van. My friend who was sitting next to me looked like he had just seen a ghost. We wound up pulling over on the side of the road because everyone was freaking out, thinking we hit something. Nothing was found. Both the passenger and driver said they saw a tall black figure lunge at the van from the shoulder of the left lane; my friend who was sitting next to me said the same thing. The next day we inspected the van in daylight and noticed there were streak marks across the roof of the van.”

8. “When I was about 11, I was walking home and an old guy who was pushing a stroller out of the blue put his hand over my eyes for about a second as he was passing by. I have no idea why I still remember this.”

9. “When I was 7, I suddenly awoke in the middle of the night to a young child kneeling near my bed praying. At first I thought it was my younger brother, so I asked him what he was doing. After I asked, he slowly looked at me and stood up and started running, so I hopped out of bed and followed him down my stairs and out my front door. We had a long driveway, and I followed him all the way to the end and then he simply vanished. I went back to my room and nothing like that has happened since.”

10. “When I was about 14, I was staying up way too late on the computer. It was about 2 in the morning, and everyone else was asleep. I got thirsty, and wandered down the hallway to get a drink. I didn’t bother to turn on any lights since there was a nightlight in the hallway, and there was enough light to get by. I’m walking back to the bedroom when I get this weird feeling like someone is watching me, and turn around. There is this big white mist just floating right behind me. I immediately turned around and went back into the safe bright room. The thing is, there were no windows facing that hallway, and I hadn’t passed the nightlight yet, so it definitely wasn’t a trick of the light. All the doors leading to the hallway were also closed. A few years later when I was moved to the small room closest to that spot, I got the heebie jeebies and couldn’t sleep without a lamp on. It wasn’t until some time later after the sighting that I learned that in the ’80s, a guy was renting out the house. He was arrested for the kidnap, rape, and disappearance of a bunch of kids in the area, and for the suspected murder of his wife. They never found her, and she supposedly ran away, according to him. Cadaver dogs went over the farm, but they never found anything. The cops must not have done a good job though because when they moved in, my mom found a pair of boy’s underwear in the toilet tank. The missing wife was never found, and he died in prison about a decade ago. I think she’s still there, though.”

11. “I went to bed one night after watching a bunch of spooky paranormal videos and was thoroughly on edge. I was ridiculously paranoid about ghosts even though I had never had anything ghost in the house at all, nor has anything bad happened in it that I know of. Then at around 3 a.m., still not asleep because of fear, the band on my boxer briefs snapped as if someone pulled on them then let go.”

12. “This happened when I was just about 4-years-old. We lived in a really small apartment that had two rooms. When you enter our room, you could just see the kitchen and there’s a doorway on the left which is our bedroom. I was playing in the bedroom and got my slipper stuck under the bed. I can’t seem to get it since there’s only a 2-inch gap under the bed. I don’t know what got into me, but I started chanting something like ‘Slipper, get out now,’ over and over again. Then I got this feeling of dread and I got scared, so I ran away. After a few minutes, I sneaked to the bedroom and found my slipper a foot away from the bed. I ran inside to get it and got out as fast as I can. I don’t know how it could have happened. As a little girl with an overactive imagination, I just assumed a rat passed by, heard me and just pushed my slipper out of there.”

13. “I was home alone and in the bath, but I had closed the door so that my dogs wouldn’t run in and try to jump into the bath too. I was in there for a good 45-50 minutes and when I climbed out and opened the door, there had been a table moved right in front of the door, I never heard a thing while it was happening, never even heard my dogs bark and they bark for anything, and they were playing outside which is so strange for them.”

14. “When my boyfriend was about four years old, he would talk to a man he saw in the mirror. Naturally, his parents were curious about his behavior, and asked him questions about the man. He told his parents details about the man including his appearance, hobbies, and how he died. It turns out that one of the former owners of the house was a man who had committed suicide in the house, and he matched the descriptions of the man my boyfriend saw in the mirror. When his parents found out, they moved out of the house a month later.”

15. “I was visiting my dad last summer and trying to fall asleep when suddenly I felt a hand grab my ankle. I kicked furiously at whatever was grabbing me, jumped out of bed and screamed. There was nothing there. My dad came running into the room and found me sitting on the floor facing the bed. He asked me what was wrong and didn’t believe me when I said nothing, that I thought something grabbed me, and even checked the closet. I immediately felt embarrassed but it felt so real. I’ve never had something like that happen before or since.”

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Island of the dolls

This Island of Dolls is located just south of Mexico city, between the canals of Xochimilco. It is famous as being one of the scariest places in the world.

This Island is covered with severed heads and dismembered bodies of creepy old dolls. They hang from the branches of trees, their glass eyes staring at anyone who passes by. At night, things become more disturbing. Some people claim the dolls move their heads and arms and open their eyes. Others say that they have heard the dolls whispering to each other in the darkness.

They say that, years ago, a man named Don Julian Santana lived alone on this Island. One day, he found the dead body of a young girl floating face-down in the canal. She had drowned.

He believed that her ghost haunted the island. The man collected dolls and hung them from the trees to appease the dead girl’s restless spirit. He thought this would make the little girl happy and keep evil spirits at bay. As time went by, he came to believe that the dolls were possessed by the spirits of the dead.

The story took an even more sinister turn in 2001 when Don Julian was found dead under mysterious circumstances. He drowned in the canal at the exactly the same spot where he found the little girl years before. Some people say that the old man was murdered by his dolls.

Today, the Island of the Dolls is a tourist destination. People come from all over the world to see the creepy and bizarre decorations.

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House on fire

.House on Fire is a scary story about three friends who spend a night telling scary stories and encounter a legend that becomes frighteningly real.

Let me tell you about the night my life changed forever...the night when i thought i was going to die... the night i lost my sanity...

It was a warm spring night and i was 13 years old. My parents had gone on holiday for the weekend, leaving me home alone. I invited my two best friends, David and Arnold over to keep me company.

We were in my bedroom, listening to music. Arnold reached out and lowered the volume.

“Hey, why don’t we tell some scary stories?” he said. “I’m in the mood for a scare.”

“Sounds like a good idea,”David agreed. “Who’s going to go first?”

“Uh... I have one...” I volunteered.”But...uh...I don’t know if i should tell it...”

“Come on!”said David.” Let’s hear it!”

“Ok,”I said. “It’s a pretty terrible story I heard once. It all happened many years ago. There was a man who had a 7-year old son. His wife had died giving birth to the boy. They lived way out in the countryside and there were no neighbors for miles. They didn’t even have a phone, because at the time, the lines didn’t stretch out that far.

One day, the father came home from work and he was horrified to find that his house was on fire. He immediately thought about his young son and he rushed inside, calling the boy’s name. When he heard his son answer, he released the poor boy was trapped in his bedroom.

The father ran to the door and tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. A beam had fallen from the bedroom ceiling and blocked the door. He banged and banged on the door with all his might, but it was to solid. He even rushed against it with his shoulder, trying to break it down, but it was no use. All the time, he could hear his son screaming. The boy was in panic, screaming and crying out for help.

The man kept trying to batter down the door but no matter what he did, it held firm. He shouted in rage. He wailed in despair. No longer thought about anything else, just the door and his son screaming on the other side.

His son burned to death in the house. The father died to. He never managed to open the door, and he stayed there to the end, and desperately trying to break it down until he succumbed to the smoke and the flames...”

Arnold looked at me in disgust and said, “ That’s not scary.”

“I have to admit, it’s pretty weak,”David agreed.”It’s more sad than scary.”

That’s when, I decided to tell them the last part of the story. I hadn’t planned on telling them that part, but I got carried away trying to impress them. It was so stupid to continue. I should never have told them.

“Wait, you don’t know the rest of the story,” I said. “Ever since then, that father’s ghost is still trying to open the door and save his son. And if you say...uh...well,I’d rather not say the exact words... but basically if you call him and tell him that everything is burning and ask him to come and help you, his ghost will appear at your door and take you away...”

David looked at me thoughtfully. “Have you ever tried it?” he asked.

“No,” I replied.”I’d be too scared to rest it out.”

Arnold had a gleam of excitement in his eyes.”Hey! We should do it right now!”he said.

I tensed up. I had no desire to summon a ghost and I was already sorry I had said anything about the legend.

David smiled.”Yeah! Why not!”he said.

I was going to tell them that I didn’t want to do it, but they didn’t give me a chance.

Arnold put on a trembling voice, to imitate the little boy and screamed,”Daddy! Help me! The flames are all around me! I��m scared!”

Then, he burst out laughing. I didn’t crack a smile, but him... he laughed. David watched him with amusement, saying nothing.

Arnold started screaming again, even louder this time.

“I’M BURNING, DADDY! I’M BURNING! HELP!”

“STOP IT, ARNOLD! IT’S NOT FUNNY!” I shouted.

I didn’t mean to, it just came out of me. I was really scared and I didn’t want to hear him anymore.

“What are you afraid of?” Arnold laughed.”Oh, come on. It’s just a stupid story... That’s all...Not even a good one.”

With a smirk, he continued.

“DADDY! PLEASE HELP ME! THE FIRE IS BURNING ME ALIVE! I’M...”

All of a sudden, there was a loud knock on my bedroom door.

Arnold stopped in mid-scream. We all frozen. There was an eerie silence. We all looked at each other. None of us made a sound.

“BOOM!...BOOM!...BOOM!...”

We almost jumped out of our skins.

“BOOM!...BOOM!...BOOM!...”

“What’s that noise?” Arnold exclaimed.

The banging on the door continued.

Then we heard a man screaming. Those horrible cries will remain forever in my memory. I can still hear them now. It sounded like the cry of dying animal. It was inhuman and infinitely sad.

The banging against the door and the horrible scream continued relentlessly.

I was terrified and tried to hide behind the wardrobe. Arnold grabbed a chair and stood poised to strike anyone who entered the room. David curled up against the wall, tears were streaming down his face.

“No!No!” he cried. “What is this? I’m scared!”

Immediately, the screaming outside the door grew stronger, even more harrowing, even more terrifying. The banging on the door grew louder. I thought it was going to fly off its hinges.

Then panic seemed to overcome David.

“I can’t take it anymore,”he wailed.”I’ve got to get out of here.”

With that, he ran to the window and opened it.”No!”I cried.”Don’t...”

But before i had the time to finish my sentence, he humped out the window. I heard him fall. For a brief moment, everything was silent. Then i heard him cry out in pain.

“AAAAHHHH! I FELL! I’M HURT! MY BACK! AAAAHHHH!I’M HURT!”

I ran to the window and looked out. David laying on the concrete downstairs, screaming in pain. THe screaming coming from behind the door got even louder and more crazed.The banging increased.

I was going crazy. It was all relentless nightmare and David’s screaming only added to the horror of the situation. Especially since Arnold and i were too scared to leave the room to help him.

Then I smelled something. I hadn’t noticed it at first, but now the air in the room was filled with an awful stench. It was suffocating. The smell of burning flesh. It was unbearable.

I turned away from the window and saw Arnold standing motionless in the middle of the room. His eyes were wide and he staring at the door, as if in a trance. Then, he bent over and vomited on the carpet.

The banging, the screaming, the shouting, the stench of burning flesh and the sight of Arnold spewing was all to much for me. I began to throw up as well.

I leaned back against the wall as David continued to howl outside and furious knocking on the door continued. Then, I had an idea. Maybe David’s cries outside were attracting the man outside the door. I closed the window.

Arnold looked at me and asked me in a low voice,”What do we do now?”

“Maybe we should call the police,”I said.” Or the fire department...or...I don’t know ... an ambulance to help David.”

“Where’s your phone?”he asked

“Downstairs.”

“Do you think it’s gone?”

“Well...It’s quiet...” I replied hesitantly.

“That’s right...”he said.”We’ll have to go down ... well, I’ll go ...Anyway, it’s gone, right?’

“I guess so,”I said

Arnold got up slowly and hesitantly walked to the door. He gently seized the handle and pushed the door open and peeked into the hallway. It was empty.

Then, with a smirk on his face, he turned to me and said,”It’s crazy, the door was open all the time. This stupid ghost..”

But he didn’t have time to finish his sentence.

In a flash, a hand came around the door and grabbed Arnold around the neck. He stood there petrified, without screaming, eyes wide in terror. The arm was blackened and charred. I could smell the burning flesh.

Before I had time to react, Arnold suddenly disappeared right before my eyes, dragged through the doorway and whisked down the hall at an impossible speed. The door slammed shut with a deafening clatter.

I got to my feet and ran to the door, but i didn’t dare to open it. I called Arnold’s name again and again, but there was no response. I still couldn’t bring myself to open the door. I was afraid that the charred man was still there.

Nobody ever saw Arnold again after that night.

My parents took me to a psychiatrist. I never told her anything, or anyone else. Not even my own parents.They would never have believed me anyway. David did the same. He spent a month in the hospital. He broke his back in the fall.

Even today, I still have a fear of opening doors. I’m terrified of what i might find on the other side.

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