Seemingly solid advice, if the dude wasn’t, you know, dead already. Glowing animal eyes are the No. 1 cause for alien conspiracy theories, and this story illustrates that perfectly. Are the numerous eyes that cut through the dark and seem to peer into your soul simply a collection of pets watching you sleep, or are they a family of extraterrestrials plotting your dissection? Hit the light, if you can manage to find the courage to expose the truth. If this story had a tagline, it would be “Don’t get mad, get even.” After Daisy dies and is buried in all her finery, a grave robber goes after her jewelry.
No this is not about finger-banging on your period, which is only scary if you’ve never done it before. It is instead very predictably about a ghost that will not shut up about its bloody fingers. As one of the joke stories, its ending is abysmal and involves a guitar guy telling the ghost to chill and grab a Band-Aid.





After moving in I realized there was something wrong with the lady next door. She would sit up all night listening to Christian radio shows and talking loudly to someone. It got to the point where I couldn’t sleep so I went over to her place and asked her to keep it down. Her walks all had crosses painted on them in different colors. And words like “Jesus” and “angels” scribbled everywhere.
I asked them the next morning if they had knocked on my bed but both were sound asleep. My mom had overheard me and said she had seen the boy too. JDBARNES123 has always been afraid of anything paranormal.

Its premise works because we have that collective fear of going into the woods, getting lost, having to spend the night in the darkness where anything could lurk, and then never being able to find our way out. It needs to be fleshed out with intriguing backstories where the world of the Blair Witch is examined. We need to meet the characters, watch them interact, and build drama. Most of our conversations really aren't that interesting and there's not building drama at every turn. A horror movie also knows how to tell a story in three acts, taking us to the top of the rollercoaster and dropping us off. That wouldn't have been anywhere near as effective.
The former owners, although offering no reason for the intrusions, had their priest come to bless the house. The occurrences never fully stopped, but they did become much less frequent and intrusive after scary horror stories the blessing. Those dolls really freaked the Reddit user out. Every time they went into their sister’s room, they would turn the dolls toward the wall so they weren’t looking at them or into their room.

She decides to call the father and ask his permission to watch TV in another room, because she is freaked out by the giant clown statue in basement room. In the early 1900s, Robert the Doll was given as a gift to a young boy from his grandfather or a Bahamian girl or a Bahamian maid, depending on who you ask. And, like Annabelle, he would appear in different places than where he had been placed. Many of the legends so far have spread via word of mouth, but the modern way to learn about spooky stories is to seek out “creepypasta” on the internet.
The woman who ran the cat over makes sure to follow the ambulance that was called for the second woman in order to deliver the bag, because she wouldn’t want that poor lady to lose her stuff. And if you have your phone on anything other than silent, you get what you deserve, which is probably a lot of ring-related anxiety and maybe death. Regardless, the man upstairs ends up being apprehended by the cops before he can do anything more than creepily smile at the babysitter and her temporary brood, making this more of a shake than a scare. This is not about the reality-TV show, but you already knew that. It does, however, have a weird connection to the trials of childhood stardom.
Kleist's "The Beggar Woman of Locarno", published in 1810, and several other works from the period lay claim to being the first ghost short stories of a modern type. T. A. Hoffmann's ghost stories include "The Elementary Spirit" and "The Mines of Falun". Ghosts figured prominently in traditional British ballads of the 16th and 17th centuries, particularly the “Border Ballads” of the turbulent border country between England and Scotland. Ballads of this type include "The Unquiet Grave", "The Wife of Usher's Well", and "Sweet William's Ghost", which feature the recurring theme of returning dead lovers or children. In the ballad "King Henry", a particularly ravenous ghost devours the king's horse and hounds before forcing the king into bed.

This story was originally published on Friday March 13, 2016. Known to locals asSpook Road, this eerie stretch just outside of Brandon, South Dakota, has quite the collection of creepy occurrences under its belt. Winding through tunnels, running over bridges, and lined in trees, locals claim this road is especially unnerving in the fall and winter months. In the case of Walking Sam, his evil bidding is collecting the souls of suicides so he doesn’t have to wander the earth alone.
McDaniel reported two more sightings of the alleged beast to local cops but he said they eventually threatened him with jail time because nobody believed what he saw had been real. But McDaniel was adamant and stood behind his scary true story. Join comedians Nick Guerra and Edi Gibson as they read and discuss scary stories and topics! Follow us on Instagram @TrueScaryStoriesWithEdi(Join the Facebook Group also!)Check out our website post all the submitted listener stories there.

About a year later James got another friend drunk, checked them into a hotel, killed, dismembered and ate some of him. She had to use her shirt to keep her organs inside her body and hold her head up because of a damaged muscle in her neck and proceeded to crawl to the road where she was eventually spotted and rescued. Back then, we would find dead women and it used to be so “normal”. Like oh look, another one of those dowry cases where her family didn’t pay the husband enough money so they killed her. Approaching from behind the other driver asked if he was okay. My friend’s boss turned around to reply and dropped dead.
Our whole town was on high alert, and many of us latch-key kids came home to our first babysitter. Ours was a high school student named Sharon, who was the youngest of three girls in her family, and she was wonderful. I slowly got over the nagging fear that the notebook would be fished out of the sewer and my fingerprints identified, and I fully enjoyed my time with her. For once in my life, I was not a servant and second class citizen to the boys in my house. She was kind to all of us, but she made it clear that I was her favorite.