Scary stories are perfect for any time of year, to be honest, so even if you’re thinking they don’t quite go with the holidays, well…I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong.
If you love creeping yourself out, these people have got you covered, so grab some popcorn and enjoy!
17. Nope. Don’t like that.
This story is called 13.
Timothy was riding the train home. It was dark and he was the only one in the train as far as he could tell.He sat down, put in his headphones and opened his notebook. 12+1=, he wrote, but that’s as far as he got because he heard a noise. He looked up and there, sitting in a seat that had been empty before was a little girl. she was at the end of the car so Timothy reckoned he just hadn’t seen her. He sat back and closed his eyes, but a minute later, he opened them again, and there the girl was, sitting in front of him.
“Hello.” she said. “My name is Annie.”
Tentatively, Timothy looked around, then turning to the girl he said, “Hi. I’m Tim.”
“Hello Tim!”
They sat there in silence until a few minutes later Tim said, “Annie, do you hear that sound?”
“No” Annie innocently replied.
“Oh okay, I must be hearing things.” Tim concluded.
A few minutes later he asked again, “Annie are you positive you can’t hear that noise, it’s louder now?”
“No, I can’t.”
“I sounds as if it’s coming from outside.”
“Is that so.” Annie replied.
Reaching toward the window Tim said, ” Here let me stick my head out the window and try to hear it better.”
“Alright.”
“Annie come here with me, it’s louder.”
So the little girl stuck her head out the window to listen, but as she did, she felt a cold hand grab her from behind and shove her out. Timothy chuckled as the girls screams faded away. He opened his notebook to it’s last page. 12+1= 13.
16. Not bad, not bad.
Every few days when I look into the mirror, I see a new person next to me. They have a face of terror, and are gone the next day. This has been going on for a few months, but I still refuse to move out of this apartment. One day, when I looked into the mirror, I didn’t see a face of terror. I saw a calm person, just looking. I then realized that the people in the mirror were real this whole time, for the figure placed down a book. They wrote-
“Who are you?” and so I replied.
“My name is Natalie Dean.”
“You mean, the one who died here, 4 months ago?”
That’s what stopped me. The people I had seen weren’t the ghosts or spirits, not even my imagination, and they weren’t trying to terrify me.
I was the dead one, and I was the one putting terror on their faces.
15. That’s dedication.
A man and his wife were hiking in the mountains. It got dark and they hadn’t found their way back to their car yet. They decided to look for a spot to stay the night, like a bed of dry leaves or a grassy clearing. They came across an old shack. They went inside and found the bedroom. They fell asleep, but woke up only a few hours later to the snapping of a twig.
The man asked out loud “Who is there?” No reply.
He said “Clap if there is someone there.”
No reply. They were just about to fall back asleep when they heard a loud CLAP.
The man said “Alright, clap once for no and twice for yes.”
Clap! Clap!
The man said “Are you a man?”
Clap!
“So you’re a woman then?”
Clap!
The man looked nervously at his wife.
“Are you human?”
Clap!
At this point they were very scared. The man had just one more question.
“Are you alone?”
Clap!
The man was quiet for a while.
Finally, he said “Clap once for each of you out there.”
There was silence for a moment.
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14. This is not at all normal.
So on the last Halloween that I dressed up (creepy Alice in the Wonderland) I was walking with my friends when we walked passed the park.
Now the park has a huge green hole and it’s pitch black. Me and my friends were talk when we heard laughing out in the field. I stopped but my friends didn’t really care. Then all of the sudden a horde of clowns appears and grabs me off the sidewalk.
I scream and my friends are trying to get me away from them but there were too many of them. At this point the clowns are laughing and pulling me farther into the dark field. I started crying and the creepiest clown frowns and wipes the tears of my face making me flinch into the person behind me. The clown asks if I really know what it’s like to really live in the dark.
I cry some more then my dad comes out of nowhere and grabs the guy that is holding me and punches him then I fall onto the ground. My mom comes out of nowhere and pulls me to her and we get out of the horde. The police are there and I had to go to the hospital to calm me down.
Apparently the horde of clowns were all sex offenders and they were going to take me away to a motel where another dozen of sex offenders were. There were a total of nine clowns in the field and eight more at a motel 2 miles away. So moral of the story is stay home lol.
13. The witching hour.
Usually when I slept at midnight nothing happened, but when I slept earlier… Well, let me tell you.
It started one night, probably around the month of January. I live in this small house so there wasn’t anything that creepy until night fell. As I walked to my bed, I could see a shadow behind me, not mine, but a shadow looking like a demon.
In order to determine if nothing was there, I returned and looked at the shadow but found nothing. I came back to bed and layed down. As I turned around, I saw something really weird. I saw a doll-like shadow with glowing eyes. I turned the other side and then again back to see that the shadow was gone.
I finally turned off the lights, hearing strange sounds as I slept.
12. Just say no to the Ouija board.
I decided to go with my friends last Halloween and you just have fun together. we were gonna go to a haunted house then go trick or treating then have a sleepover. my friend, let’s call her friend1, said we could have the sleepover at her house. my other friend, let’s call her friend2, got us tickets to a haunted house so we were all ready to go and have fun.
friend1s parents were not home but we were fine with that. we went to the haunted house and trick or treating and things were normal. but when we got back to friend1s house that’s when things got…weird. friend2 brought an ouija board so we could “contact the dead”.
we were playing with the ouija board and we jokingly asked if someone was there. it moved to yes and we started to snicker because we thought someone moved it. we asked if it was a nice ghost and it moved to no so we started to joke more about the ghost. we stopped playing with the board and went to watch scary movies.
we were in the middle of jaws when friend2 got up to get a snack. a few minutes later we hear a loud scream me and friend1 go to see what had happened and friend2 was freaking out we asked what was wrong and she said she had seen someone in the house. we were home alone. we looked around where she said she saw the person but no one was there. we told her she was probably just tired so we decided to go to bed. I woke up at 2 in the morning because I smelled something.
I got up off the floor(where I was sleeping)and went towards the smell. when I got closer I realized it smelled like smoke and fire. I ran and woke up my friends and we ran out of the house. friend1 grabbed her phone and was calling 911. I turned around and looked at the house and saw that half of the house was now on fire.
I looked around then noticed that in the window of the attic of her house was a tall black figure.when the fire department arrived I look at them and then looked back at the window and the figure was gone.luckly the fire department got in control of the fire and me and friend2 got our stuff back. but we never found out what had caused the fire.
11. Never eat something you can’t identify.
Once there was an old hermit living alone in his cabin in the woods with just him and his hunting dog, rover. One day he went out to hunt and gather his dinner, he had only found some fruits and berries so dinner would be small that night. But just as he was going to turn back he came into a clearing, where a great black beast with a jet black coat and a long thick tail lie. Before he could thing he raised his hatchet and brought it down on the beasts tail. The beast helped in pain and glared at him with its piercing red eyes before running off into the brush.
When the man got home he had a great meal from the beasts tail and ate better than he had in weeks, he soon fell asleep with a full belly. But later like night he was awoken, he could hear a scratching coming from the door “𝑠𝑘𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ, 𝑠𝑘𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ, 𝑠𝑘𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ” he was frozen stiff with fear “𝑠𝑘𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ, 𝑠𝑘𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ, 𝑠𝑘𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ, 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘“ the door clicked open and the great beast from before stalked into the room and climbed onto his bed in a ominous scratchy voice it said “𝑇𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑦𝑝𝑜, 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑦𝑝𝑜, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑦𝑝𝑜?“ “I don’t know where your tailypo is! Rover!” He yelled at his dog, the dog leaped the beast and chased him out until he could hear no barking anymore.
He went back to sleep, but not an hour later he heard scratching again “𝑠𝑘𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ, 𝑠𝑘𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐ℎ, 𝑠𝑘𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ“ this time coming from the roof “𝑠𝑘𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ, 𝑠𝑘𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ, 𝑓𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑝“ he heard at it jumped down his chimney into his unlit fireplace. It crawled onto his bed and stood over him it’s massive jaws curled in a smile, to show of its needlepoint teeth “𝑇𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑦𝑝𝑜, 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑦𝑝𝑜, 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑚𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑦𝑝𝑜“ it said. “ I don’t have your tailypo!” Pleaded the man “𝐿𝐼𝐴𝑅“
The next morning when rover came back to his masters house all there was was a pile of rubble, but in around the rubble he could make out a faint voice “ 𝑇𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑦𝑝𝑜, 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑦𝑝𝑜, 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑦 𝑘𝑦 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑦𝑝𝑜“
1o. That ending!
I hate it when my brother Charlie has to go away. My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is. That I am lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like undammed rivers.
When I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering his confine to a dark room in an institution. I always beg for them to give him one last chance.
Of course, they did at first. Charlie has been back home several times, each shorter in duration than the last. Every time without fail, it all starts again. The neighborhood cats with gouged out eyes showing up in his toy chest, my dad’s razors found dropped on the baby slide in the park across the street, mom’s vitamins replaced by bits of dishwasher tablets.
My parents are hesitant now, using “last chances” sparingly. They say his disorder makes him charming, makes it easy for him to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for him into thinking he is ready for rehabilitation. That I will just have to put up with my boredom if it means staying safe from him.
I hate it when Charlie has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he is back.
9. Never ask for ice cream.
Once there was a king with 6 daughters, ages 2,4,6,8,10, and 12. One day, he took his daughters to the basement of the castle for “ice cream”. He locked them in cages.
The oldest was in the smallest cage, and the youngest in the largest cage (reverse claustrophobia thing). A few days later, the queen asks where her children are.
The king decides to take her to the basement to show her the “heaven” he had put their children into. When she got down there, she saw her children caged up like animals. Her husband then hit her head against the cement wall five times. she died in that basement.
So did her daughters, in a few days.
How do I know this? My great-aunt was a worker at the castle, but she escaped. And now, the king goes around the kingdom, looking for his next victims.
8. Stay away from mirrors.
There was this one mirror at my grandparent’s place at the end of a long and narrow hallway. At the other end of the hallway, there was a bathroom, and the mirror faced it directly. For some reason, every time I went at night and turned on the lights of the bathroom, I had the urge to check the mirror, like I was being watched by someone. It gave me the creeps.
One night, I went to the bathroom as I usually do and checked the mirror. It reflected light but very dimly. It felt odd. I took a glance at the kitchen, which was to the left of the bathroom, and saw a completely black silhouette in the moonlit room. I noped the hell out of there back into my room, and started sleeping with a knife under my pillow (like it would help.)
The place gave me nightmares, and flashes of some bizarre imagery. For example, when I was trying to sleep, an image has struck me that my grandpa was staring at me looking like a demon, with a wry, evil smile. I jumped and looked around, and the doors of my room which led me to the hallway were slightly opened. In the crack, there was pitch blackness, and I got a strange feeling someone was looking at me directly in the eyes.
I hated the place when I was a kid. I still look behind my back at that mirror even to this day.
7. Dog warning.
Sams parents often go out late at night and leave her at home, so they bought her a dog. She was a snow white lab so they named her Snowflake. Snowflake was a great comfort to Sam when she was home alone.
One night after lying awake for an hour or so, Sam heard a dripping noise. Drip. Drip. Drip. Sam went downstairs and turned of all the taps. Before she climbed back into bed she stack her hand under her bed, where Snowflake slept, and Snowflake licked it.
After tossing and turning, Sam heard the drip, drip, drip again. This time she went outside and turned off the hose and sprinklers. She went back upstairs and stuck her hand under the bed again, when Snowflake promptly licked it.
After trying to fall asleep again she heard it. Drip. Drip. Drip. This time she located the sound. It was coming from the closet.
She opened the closet door and saw Snowflake hanging from the rack, her blood dripping onto the ground. Smeared in blood on the floor were the words, “Humans lick too.”
6. Kids and their summoning.
So lately I’ve been hearing about this Slenderman guy, partnered with Jeff the killer, from my friends at sleepovers. As time passes, my friends talk about Slenderman and Jeff the killer more and more.
“Guys, let’s just stop talking about something that doesn’t exist!” I said in exasperation.”Or….we try to summon one of them…” Sasha replies, smirking.
“I don’t know about that…” Lila whimpers. “I heard that being killed by Slenderman and Jeff the killer is pretty brutal.”
“It’ll be fun!”
“Okay…”As Sasha goes to get the supplies to summon the nonexistent creatures, I roll my eyes. We could try but they will not come. They don’t exist. Right?
“Alright, here we go!” Sasha squeals cheerfully. Lila looks a little pale but she follows Sasha and I into the dark forest.
Sasha lays out several different knives and hums a disturbing tune. One sounding like in one of those movies where the killer is right behind the victim. The humming lasts for five long minutes. I start to feel uneasy. A few moments of silence follow the humming.
“Ugh, screw this, let’s just go home,” I say, annoyed that I was forced to summon something that doesn’t exist.
A few hours later, Sasha, Lila and I are watching a scary movie(the Human Centipede movie).
“Yo, I gotta pee,” Sasha mutters. “Must’ve been that soda, am I right?”
Lila and I roll our eyes. Sasha’s being incredibly obnoxious tonight.
Sasha goes into the bathroom.
“Lila, you don’t REALLY believe in Slenderman or Jeff the Killer, do you?” I ask.
“To be honest, not really,” she replies. “I only act like it so Sasha can tolerate me.”
We sit in silence for a few moments when a thud make us jump from our seats.
“Oh ,God, that came from the bathroom” Lila whimpers.
“Check on her!” I hiss.
Lila tiptoes to the bathroom and flies back to me.
“Sasha’s dead” Lila gasps. “Her body is mutilated, and her head’s gone. Where her head should’ve been is this black goop. There’s blood on the walls saying ‘go to sleep.'”
“You mean…”
Lila widens her eyes and nods, tears falling down her face.
“Well, let’s go then.”
We walk out of the house when Lila says she forgot her phone.
“Okay, just hurry up…” I whisper.
Lila walks in the house. I can tell somethings not right when she turns around, eyes turning into saucers. The door opens but it’s not her….
“RUN, JASMINE, RUN!!!!” Lila screams as black tentacles grab her and pull her in the house.
I start running and I don’t stop until I’m back at where we tried to summon Jeff the killer. This is horrible. My friends are gone, I don’t have my phone, and all of our parents are out of town.
Tears stream down my face.
Suddenly I start hallucinating. Lila’s throat being slashed. Sasha’s dead headless corpse hanging in my room. I wonder where her head went.
I start to feel as if someone’s watching me. I look around and no one’s there. I suddenly feel the breath on my neck. My hairs on my neck stand up as he says “Go to sleep…”
I turn around and there is a man with bright red cuts on his pale face. His eyes are filled with blood lust. I notice he has something in his hands, something round. Slender man appears right behind him. I look closer to see what is in Jeff’s hands and I realize something….
It’s Sasha’s head…
“It’s time to go to sleep…” Jeff says creepily.
Slenderman inches closer to me and then my world goes dark.
5. The real ones are the scariest.
I was on a 15 hour bus trip from the Yucatan to Chiapas in Mexico with my family. It was late at night, and after several hours of driving we stopped at a gas station to go the bathroom, grab snacks, etc. It would have been like any other trip, however I noticed there was an unusual amount of police. When we got back on the bus, the driver informed us that the police had received a tip that our bus was being targeted for a robbery by Mexican bandits. They would escort us.
We drove and drove for hours up a nauseatingly winding road, on the side of a cliff. One police truck in front of us, and one behind us, armed to the 9’s. I was on high alert, but after a while I dozed off. That was, until the bus came to an abrupt stop. I remember peering out the front window, and seeing a series of large rocks placed strategically across the road. Everything was dark, save these rocks being illuminated by the bus lights.
If the police hadn’t been there, this is what would have went down:
Step 1: Bus driver disembarks, tries to remove rocks.
Step 2: Mexican bandits kill bus driver, or holds hostage.
Step 3: Bandits board bus.
Step 4: Rob, Rape, Kill.
I was 17 years old, white looking female, (I’m a halfie, and the rest of my family is Mexican, or looks full Mexican) and even then I knew what would have happened to me. Kidnapping for ransom would definitely not have been out of the question, and rape a high guarantee. We were in the middle of nowhere on a bloody fucking mountain. If the policia weren’t there, would I be here to tell this story? Probably not.
4. Chills!
Aaron wasn’t sure if the chill that went up his spine was from sudden drop in temperature, or that he had spotted 𝘩𝘦𝘳 in the mirror.
And he wasn’t sure if her appearance and the sudden drop in temperature were related.
He wasn’t even quite sure who she was. She just kept appearing in places that he went to, staring blankly at him.
Most of the time Aaron paid her no attention, but this time, it was different. She just couldn’t be in the musty old basement with him.
He turned slowly around, and as he did, the lights started dimming. By the time he was facing the other way, everything around him was pitch-black. Everything, except of course, the eyes staring back into his.
3. Never anger a lady.
There was a wife of a samurai, and she was very beautiful. Her husband discovered she was having an affair and flew into a rage. He took his sword and slit the sides of her mouth and said “who will find you pretty now?”
She died and became a malicious spirit. She appears as a beautiful raven-haired woman wearing a surgical mask and a brown trench coat. She typically chooses children as her victims and will only appear to you if you are alone.
If you are walking alone at dusk or night and you see her standing under a streetlight, she will approach you and ask you if you think she is pretty. Say “no” and she beheads you. Say “yes” and she will tear off her surgical mask, revealing her hideous gash.
She will ask again. Say “no” and you will be cut in half with a giant pair of scissors. Say “yes” and she will take her scissors and deform you so you have a gashed mouth just like her. If you run she will catch you.
The only way to escape is to confuse her long enough for you to get away.
2. Try not to scream.
2020.
1. Singing kids. *shudder*
It was an average night at camp. They were showing us the lion king as they did every year. Me and my friends were bored, so we sneaked off into the woods right before hakuna matata.
We made a fire, and started telling stories.Nancy went first. She told a pretty good one about a girl who died in a horrible car accident and came back from the grave. Then Scott went. His story was about a spider that bit somebody in their sleep and turned them evil. It was so bad.
Nancy started joking around and threw a spider into the flames, exclaiming that it would “come back and bite us in our sleep!” we all started laughing. Then it was my turn. I was halfway through my story, when Nancy stood up. Her eyes rolled back in her head, she grinned a strange grin.
We told her to sit down and stop playing around. But she didn’t. Instead, she started to sin…. “Brothers and sisters, they nights grow cold. Come with me to the fire~”. As we watched, she walked to the fire, and threw herself into the flames. We tried to scream, to get up and help her, but we couldn’t. It was like we were turned to stone. All we could do was watch her burn, all the while singing. “Brothers and sisters, the nights grow cold. Come join me in the fire~.”
Suddenly, Scott stood. His eyes rolled back, just like Nancy’s. He began to walk to the fire, singing. “Brothers and sisters, the nights grow cold. Won’t you come to the fire~.” With that, he plunged into the flames. “Brothers and sisters, the nights grow cold. Come to us in the fire~.”
I tried to resist. I stood. I walked to the flames, and heard myself singing. “Brothers and sisters, the nights are cold. I shall come to the fire~.” I felt the flames engulf me. It hurt-it hurt so bad. All I could do was sing. “Brothers and sisters, welcome home. Welcome home to the fire~”.
We burnt in agony through the night. We couldn’t die. Just sing in the flames. Only at dawn did we die. They found the bodies later, all burnt and black with ash.
We watched as they collected what was left of us and took them away. We couldn’t leave. All we could do was walk through the woods, unable to be seen. All we could do, was sing. “Brothers and sisters, The nights grow cold. Come with us to the fire~.”
I’m properly freaked out now and I’m not complaining!
Which one of these was your favorite? If you can top it, share your own tale with us in the comments!
