This is a story from my childhood that occasionally crosses my mind and I have no rational explanation for. When I was about 7 and my brother was 5, we lived in a little condo. The way the house was laid out was essentially a large kitchen/dining room in the first floor and a hallway of bedrooms and a bathroom on the upper floor. The stairs were in plain sight of the kitchen. One night, at about 8 or 9 o clock, I was in the kitchen with my family, including my little brother. Everyone in my family was there, and there was no one else living in the house, I suddenly got an extremely uneasy feeling and went to go upstairs to my room. As I passed the house’s one bathroom, I felt a creepy feeling like someone was watching me. I instantly turned around and went back downstairs. I stayed in the kitchen with my family for a little while and brushed off the weird feeling I had experienced upstairs. All of a sudden I heard running water, like someone was filling a bathtub. I asked my mom if she heard the water running and she said she couldn’t. I excused myself yet again and went to the bathroom, but there was no running water. The sound had also stopped. Freaked out, I went back to the kitchen yet again. When I entered the room my brother turned to look at me. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but I got the most uncomfortable feeling from it. My mom noticed that I wasn’t acting like my usual self, so she sent me to bed. Walking past the bathroom for the third time, I felt a need to go inside. I walked over to the bathtub. It was filled with water and in it was my little brother, completely submerged in water and fully clothed. However, for some reason this wasn’t what bothered me. The thing that got to me was the fact that he was BREATHING. His entire body, including his face, was completely underwater, however I could see his chest rising and falling under the water, could see his stomach expanding with air. I stared at him in shock for about 5 minutes, him just lying there, eyes closed under the water. And then, I opened my mouth to scream and he gave me this tiny, extremely creepy, close mouthed-smile. I ran back downstairs and into the kitchen, where my family, along with my completely dry brother, was still sitting. My parents didn’t notice me walk into the room, but my brother turned around and gave me the exact same smile the thing in the bathtub had given me. When I finally convinced myself to go back to the bathroom and check up on things, the bathtub was completely drained and there was no trace of anyone in the bathroom, except for fog on the mirror. When I looked closer, there was a small “#2” written in the steamed-up glass.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 8/10 Well damn, I had no idea where this was going. Super spooky thanks for sharing the scares!
SCARY GHOST STORIES
15 Feb, 2017
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