Tired, with a headache, and not in capacity to maintain my eyes open, I remembered next day was Halloween, which was the last thing I remembered before falling sleep. I woke up and saw the watch, it was three o’clock a.m. I listened to a weird sound that came from my closet; it was soft, but I could hear it like a rat scratching the walls. Intrigued about what was happening, I woke up and walked towards the closet. The sound gave me the chills.…
When I was younger, I was terrified of strangers. I would not talk to anyone who wasn’t family or a close family friend. When extended family came into town, I was very apprehensive. I was very shy and I relied a lot on hiding in my mother’s arms. I wouldn’t even talk to my preschool teachers for a long time, I just cried instead. I refused to talk to anyone at the grocery store or at my sibling’s schools. I do not have any idea as to why I was so timid, it is not like I had a scary traumatizing experience. I was just quiet, but that has definitely changed throughout the years. Now I can strike up a conversation with anyone, and I’m usually the one who won't stop talking. According to my mom, I didn’t really start talking to people until I…
She thought she heard someone in the house it sounded like creaking of the stairs almost like someone was walking down them. She asked herself if she should check it out but she was too scared. She started to smell musty wood,it reminded her of her grandma that passed years ago. It smelled like the house she used to live at. She started to hear a voice that sounded like her grandma's voice so she went to the stairs and saw something that made her run for the hills.…
We were in there for about an hour, hearing screams, thuds, and cackles. We were to scared to talk to each other. I was crying, and I wasn’t sure if Stori was since it was pitch black but according to the little sniffles I heard, I assumed she was. I was about to fall asleep, when I heard everything get silent, then the door creaked open, it was a dark but I could see a little and from what I saw there was no one standing there. We waited a few minutes, then I Exclaimed,…
The last thing I remember is falling asleep during a late night rerun of the Twilight Zone. So when it happened, it was especially eerie, like I had stepped into a lost episode, but Rod Serling was nowhere in sight; for moment, neither was anybody else. At 4:31 AM a merciless shove pushed me off my bed. I crawled on the floor, trying to escape the cruel, uncontrollable shaking, but it followed me. It followed me down the stairs and underneath the dining room table where my family joined me. Little did I realize that before the morning sun rose again, I would see everything differently.…
Sometimes you would hear footsteps, on other occasions you could hear faint screaming at night, or even whispers. The parents just brushed it aside and claimed that the house was old and creaky and at night the wind creeps through the house causing the screaming and whispering noise. As for the footsteps, everybody just pretended not to hear those. One day though, Sarah followed the sound of the footsteps. It lead her to the basement. Sarah didn’t feel too well about that place. It was dim, and dark down there and it always felt damp. “Hello? Is anybody there?” Sarah asked nervously. Nobody answered. Then out of nowhere an ice cold breeze flew through the air and left the room in a few seconds. That was all Sarah needed to actually believe that her and her family were not alone in that house. She ran up the stairs and went to find her sister to tell her what had happened. When Sarah found Sally, she was reading a book on how to get rid of ghosts. “There is something in this house,” she said. Sarah then tells her about her experience and they both start…
There’s an overwhelming sense of fear. It is as if there were eyes watching me. I begin to get out of the bed. I’m going to open the closet but I don’t want to. I know something bad is going to happen. But I open the door and there’s nothing, but it’s too dark to actually see anything. I lean further into the closet. It’s colder in the closet than in the room. I feel a hand pull my hand off the knob and drag me further in. I fall and I keep falling. I don’t stop falling till I wake up, and it gets colder as I fall. I feel my blood freeze in my veins. It's like the dream’s…
If my mother is telling the truth, I’ve been a magnet for the paranormal since childhood. I’ve told her stories of the little girl I saw in a supposedly-deserted hotel hallway, the shadowy figure in my bedroom door, and the tiny hat-wearing ghost I spotted in my bathroom mirror. She believed in that sort of thing more than I did, even if I was the one to experience it all. I was skeptical, and I wouldn’t admit to myself that these “ghosts” could be real at all. The ghosts I saw were startling but not scary, unsettling but not dangerous. Or, at least, not dangerous enough that I gave them any second thought. This time, however, while I was spending the night at my friend Cadi’s house, “dangerous” didn’t even begin to describe it.…
I didn’t know what the sad rustling of my colorful curtains were. It excited me with amazing horrors I’ve never felt before. Someone was at my bedroom door. Then later another visitor came to my door. That was it and nothing more. Right then my soul grew stronger, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I would appreciate your forgiveness. Once again I heard a light knocking. I opened the door and there was nothing. I started dreaming things I had never dreamed before. I heard a voice say, “Lenore”. I said it back and all I heard was an echo. Then I heard a knocking louder than before. It was at my window. It was still nothing, but my heart stopped.…
My mind began to wake up again. There was noises all around me, and I was being held by large hands, and they were speaking in a unknown language. To say the vary least, I was terrified and did the most logical thing, I screamed.…
Suddenly, I heard a loud noise from the kitchen. Although it scared me greatly, I tried to ignore it. Then it happened again, but louder. I got out of bed and snuck into the kitchen. What I saw… calmed me greatly.…
I woke up in the middle of the night. A feeling of unknown came over me, and it took a moment to realize I was in my older sister’s room. I was not more than seven years old at the time, and I was laying in her bed, but she was not there. Her old full size bed was covered in a blue comforter with yellow daisies on it, and the room was painted yellow. The darkness seemed to cast a spell on the room, and it seemed as if I was looking through a dark filter. The yellow wasn’t the bright color I remembered, and I felt so small compared to everything else. The street…
We got off the couch and started running back to the stairs. We watched the window from a distance to see if any unusual things would happen again. To our thought, nothing had happened and I started to feel a sense of relief come over me, until a very loud noise almost like something shattering on the floor rang across the room. We ran back upstairs and locked the door, making sure nothing was following us, or nothing would come in. We sat on the bed reminiscing the horrifying event that took place over and over again until I started to get sleepy.…
It was a dark spooky Halloween night, I had just finished watching Spookley, the Square Pumpkin. After a long night of handing out non-poisoned candy to weird staggering tots at my doorstep, I felt it was time to turn off the light. Walking to my room, I tripped on something slimy, being dismissive, I labeled it as my long lost sweater and threw it in the hamper. The corridor to my room seemed longer than usual this night, my steps seemed louder, offbeat almost. I quickly looked behind me, no one was there. Picking up my pace, the steps sounded closer, faster. Detecting my room door, I flew in and shut the door. with my back turned towards it. I’m panting, out of breath. Turning away the cover to my bed, I saw it. It was…
he most frightening experience of my life happened about seven months ago when my friends and I went to the feast of Valletta and many people were there. Some of them were a little bit drunk or people celebrating like crazy because they are obsessed fans of the feast.…