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by cnkguy
Cross

balacalavaonabanana submitted:

Just to say i dont believe in the paranormal but i have always been interested in hearing peoples stories. This is one my gran would tell me and my siblings when she was still alive, to scare us in to going to church (it didnt work) it goes like this

It took place in the house she lived in as a child just before she moved to the uk before ww2 so she would have been about 15 or 16. The house its self was in rome. It wasn’t anything too fancy, it was in a block of about 4 other houses built at the turn of the century. It had 3 floors above street level and a basement/cellar below.

So one day my gran was on the top floor of the house, her mum and dad were out and she was by her self. She was doing her washing, the house was silent when all of a sudden she heard a scream, the kind that makes you feel sick when you hear it, coming from the floor below her. Terrified( the house was empty at this point) she went to see what made the noise. As she got to the foot of the stairs she could see that the room was empty. Nothing. Understandably creeped out, she made her way back up when she heard the same scream from two floors down this time. Still scared she when down stairs and still no one. The room got very cold and the window shutters blew shut. The cross my gran wore round her neck (like the good catholic girl she was) began to heat up, burning the cross in to her chest. A voice started to chant something in latin behind her. She blacked out and her parents found her curled up in a ball in the basement reciting prayers.

I dont think it really happened but it’s still creepy nonetheless.

James: 7/10 For the sake of my own entertainment, I’m going to say your grandma was telling the truth. Thanks for sharing!

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Is there anybody out there?

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Is there anybody out there?

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sexy-sexy-hydrocarbons submitted:

I’ve never had sleep paralysis before, but this morning (Labor Day), I was sleeping in when I heard a car horn blare outside. I’ve only lived in the city (Pittsburgh) since July, so I’m not used to loud traffic sounds yet. Though annoyed, I decided to keep sleeping.

But then I heard the screen door to my apartment rattle, and someone fidgeting with the doorknob. Heavy shoes walked slowly across my kitchen floor and stopped at the entrance to my bedroom (it’s a small apartment, just those two rooms). 

I had hoped that it was my lover, who had been here just yesterday, come to surprise me. But when he came over yesterday, he politely announced himself as he walked in. This person was silent. It suddenly occurred to me that, if my lover could have gotten in, that meant the door was unlocked. If the door was unlocked, then anyone could have gotten in.

I felt scared, but I couldn’t move or open my eyes. I tried to ask who was there, but I couldn’t move my mouth. I heard a few shuffling footsteps across the rug to my bed. I sensed a person standing over me. Then I felt–literally FELT!–a finger trace my bare shoulder.

I struggled and struggled to wake up. I found I could very slightly shake my head, so I kept doing it until I could open my eyes and look around. No one in my bedroom. They could be hiding in the bathroom. Wrapping my sheet around me, I checked the whole apartment.

No one was here. The door was locked.

But the rug next to my bed is askew.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 7/10 Hmm! I wish I had gotten to this one in time for labor day but i just missed it. Thanks for sharing the scares!

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Haunted Life

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Haunted Life

kaydeekrunk submitted:

So my life has been filled with the paranormal. The only explanation I have for it is that I must be some sort of magnet for spirits. In the house I moved into just a few years ago I’ve already had a gambit of occurrences. From whispers to full apparitions to balls of light. We even had a bathroom ghost for a while who enjoyed throwing things across the shower and unrolled the t.p. for me as I used the toilet… Yeah it was pretty weird.

Well we had a huge fire here and I had to evacuate from my home for over a week and once we returned it was as if all of the spirits decided to leave for some reason. Maybe it was the stress or the house being empty for so long, but they all left. For a while nobody had any experiences, that was until my mom’s boyfriend moved into the house.

He moved in just before Halloween and we had put up decorations in the foyer, like every year. We stuffed a Slenderman costume and put it “crawling” over the arched entrance.

The occurances started again one morning I had the house to myself, I took a shower and outside the glass walls I saw 2 semi- apparitions right after another. First a floating head bobbing like a balloon against a ceiling coming out of the closet right next to the shower, then an arm moving in a similar fashion towards the shutters on the window. They were both a light gray “smokey” texture and I finished up in the shower as quick as possible and got out of there.

That night when everyone was asleep I was walking past the foyer with food from the kitchen and the stuffed Slenderman turned his head away as if he’d just been looking at me while I was in the kitchen.

Since then I’ve been hearing whispers and noises constantly, someone was sniffing me in the kitchen and I thought it was a dog and told them to get out of the kitchen and my boyfriend had both the dogs in the living room…Someone whispered my name right behind my ear, went to thwap my boyfriend for scaring me and nothing was there and I remembered he wasn’t in the room. The most haunting thing was when I went into the kitchen and was getting stuff out of the fridge and turned to put it on the counter and full bodied apparition of a man laying on his arms and looking towards me sitting at the table, I saw it for a brief moment as I turned from the counter to the fridge but as soon as it registered I turned back and he was gone, he was like a shadow but his eyes reflected the light of the fridge and his face held such a deep penetrating sadness that haunts me, even though I saw it so briefly I can remember it so clearly.

Stuff like that has been happening consistently again and it worries me about my mom’s boyfriend and why these things would have only started happening after he showed up.

James: 7/10 I really liked the part about the Slenderman figure. I was waiting for it to move and then it did and awesome. Thanks for sharing the scares!

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fuckyeahnightmares:the Haunting of Hill House is what we all thought American Horror Story was gonna…

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fuckyeahnightmares:the Haunting of Hill House is what we all thought American Horror Story was gonna…

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the Haunting of Hill House is what we all thought American Horror Story was gonna be when we first heard about it

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What would everyone say is the best horror movie of 2018?

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What would everyone say is the best horror movie of 2018?

Wow the Hereditary gang really pulled up. I wouldn’t say it’s my favorite (it emotionally wounded me and I never want to watch it again) but it’s extremely well done and hella scary.

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Not Good With Children

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Not Good With Children

kirasderek submitted:

I live in a pretty rural, poverty-stricken part of Louisiana. My parents always did the best they could to buy me anything I wanted, taking out Christmas loans and the like, but sometimes my gifts were…..impractical. When I was about ten or eleven, I demanded a pair of roller blades – it was the era when you weren’t anyone if your birthday party wasn’t held at the skating rink, and I was pretty good at it.

Problem was, our land is a bunch of uneven grass and woods with a driveway of loose rocks. We live right on the road, but I was a kid and it’s a pretty well-used highway. None of my friends really had concrete around their houses either, and they all lived on the same types of roads – stretches of highway in the middle of nowhere that got enough traffic to worry parents. I had nowhere to skate but the occasional birthday party.

A few months later, my grandparents moved out of our trailer’s spare room and into a house about ten minutes away. I was very excited when I realized the place had been a combination store and home before and had three large square concrete porch areas, all connecting a bit at the corners. I’d finally have a place to skate! At that age, even making laps around the same 60 feet or so didn’t get boring.

The trailer next door was a really common type of household around here: several underfed, loud kids and their single mother in a home about a year from falling apart completely. My grandparents were nice enough to the kids, but I didn’t get along well with children even when I was one, and they were all at least four years younger than me, a huge gap at the time. I’d sometimes wave at them if I saw them playing in their overgrown yard, but otherwise I kept to myself, practicing skating backwards, kicking and pushing like I was on a skateboard, and anything else that might make me look cool in front of my friends.

One day I’d been making laps for about half an hour, just about ready to give up and go inside for a snack. I rounded the corner farthest from the door we used as the entrance and had to lean back on my heel brakes hard to stop from crashing into a small girl sitting cross legged on the part of the porch closer to the next door neighbors. She couldn’t have been more than four or five and looked unkempt – stained white sundress that looked like it probably belonged to an older sibling before her, greasy hair, and grubby hands. I remember that most, her dirty fingernails resting just above her eyebrows as she held her head in her hands and cried.

I assumed one of her brothers had pushed her into the dirt or stole a toy, but I couldn’t be sure, and I’d just almost run the poor thing over. Awkwardly, I tried to ask her where her mom was, but it didn’t seem like she’d heard me. I asked what was wrong, worried she was hurt or something, but I got no answer. Nervous but feeling protective, I carefully crouched, skates wobbling, and reached to touch her arm.

Something stopped me. I can’t say I felt a chill, or anything like that, and she hadn’t stopped crying or said anything. But I pulled my hand back before I’d even come within a few inches of her, as fast as if she’d burned me. I rationalized it as not being my place, since I didn’t even know the names of these kids or how she might be hurt. I scrambled a little trying to stand up, but once I had I quickly skated around to the front door, glancing back to where I’d come from, as if I thought she might follow me.

I quickly went and told my grandmother, the Designated Adult, since I thought that was the responsible thing to do. The girl really could be hurt, after all. I described the girl to her, figuring she’d know which one it was and could maybe use her name and talk her into going home and telling her mom what was wrong.

The children next door were in Rapides Parish on the other side of the state for two weeks with their father for the summer. The oldest of the children were all boys, in fact, and the rowdiest ones – always screaming. I guess I was taking the sudden silence for granted.

Was it a ghost? I don’t know. I know at least two people died in the house, one in the bath and one in the room that had once been the store, but they were both elderly. The nearest things to the house besides our directly next door neighbors were a large horse farm and a convenience store perhaps a mile away. I can’t imagine why anyone’s child would have wandered so far from either, or why she would have chosen to plant herself on the hard concrete when there were lawn chairs and lots of grass a few feet away. But I do know that from then on, I felt a sense of dread rounding the corner to that side of the porch, and quickly decided that lining mattresses up in the storeroom to practice tumbling runs was Much Cooler than rollerblading anyway.

FYNK James: 7/10 The writing in this one’s interesting, I forgot  I was reading a ghost story partway through. Thanks for sharing the scares!

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