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fuckyeahnightmares: Hey Check out this Horror Story I got Published Pumpkin SeedsI’m real proud of…

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fuckyeahnightmares: Hey Check out this Horror Story I got Published Pumpkin SeedsI’m real proud of…

fuckyeahnightmares:

Hey Check out this Horror Story I got Published

Pumpkin Seeds

I’m real proud of it 🖤

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Other Mom

by cnkguy
Other Mom

Anonymous submitted:

Hi, could this be anonymous please? Thank you!

So, when I was about 6 years old, I got to move out of the bedroom my brother and I shared and have my own room. Because I had spent so many years sharing a room with another person, this room always felt way too big and way too empty, and because it was down a long hallway it felt totally cut off from the rest of the house.

Maybe it was because I often felt crushingly lonely in that room that something would come in to try and keep me company. Being six years old, I would sometimes call for my mom at night for whatever reason. She would always come to my room to ask me what was wrong, but sometimes something else beat her there. I knew it was my “not-mom” (and shout out to Coraline for giving me a heart attack the first time I saw the other mother) because she would always walk in too quickly, like seconds after I called.

My “not-mom” looked like my mother except she simultaneously looked nothing like her. I don’t know how to describe it other than that uncanny valley feeling you get when something that’s definitely not human tries very hard to LOOK human.

She would always turn the light on, like my actual mom would have, but the light never quite “stuck” to her the right way. It was as if she was still standing in the dark even though the rest of the room was lit up. I could see her face, but the rest of her body was more like a silhouette.

She would always try to talk to me in the same way my actual mom would have, but I distinctly remember the way she would open her mouth to form words, and nothing but gibberish would come out. The whole time she spoke her eyes would just bore holes through the space right above my head – she never made eye contact, and I was always terrified that one day she would look me dead in the eyes and something terrible would happen to me.

Every time, obviously, I would shout even louder for my real mom to come help me, and every time she would come rushing in. Whenever my mom stepped one foot over the threshold of my bedroom, her doppelganger would disappear like mist. And that’s how I knew I couldn’t be dreaming, because my mom and I would carry on a conversation immediately after she vanished without me having to wake myself up at all. That, and the fact that the light was always left on.

This happened at least once a week until we moved out of that house to a new state, and it’s never happened again. I have always been a tiny bit irrationally afraid of sleeping in the same room as my mom after that. I had this fear that I would look over at her and it would be whatever that thing was, and it would be looking me right in the eyes.

James: 8/10 Neat! Interesting description of a doppelganger. Thanks for sharing the scares!

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see Birds of Prey or when i die i’m gonna haunt you

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see Birds of Prey or when i die i’m gonna haunt you

see Birds of Prey or when i die i’m gonna haunt you

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Hey Check out this Horror Story I got Published Pumpkin SeedsI’m real proud of it 🖤

by cnkguy
Hey Check out this Horror Story I got Published Pumpkin SeedsI’m real proud of it 🖤

Hey Check out this Horror Story I got Published

Pumpkin Seeds

I’m real proud of it 🖤

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Familiar Visitor

by cnkguy
Familiar Visitor

Anonymous submitted:

(Please put this on anon if you don’t mind ♥️)

When I was just around 12 a dear friend of mine, S, started dabbling in magik. We both lived in separate small towns in southern Oregon. He lived in a city, and I was in a more rural area, our towns were roughly a 15 minute drive apart. That’s very important. What’s more important is that the only contact we’d had in 5 years was phone calls.

It was a summer night and my parents were out at a bar and weren’t expected to be home until 5 am.

At this point I was running off of 2 hours of sleep a night since there were already (hopefully) unrelated things happening in my house. For years I blamed this on some weird nightmare, but I know in my heart that I was not asleep.

Here’s how it went. Earlier in the night, sometime past twelve, I started hearing the loud sobbing of a young girl from what sounded like right outside on the street. When I looked out of the window I saw nothing, so all I could do was turn up the tv and pretend like I didn’t hear anything. It was almost an hour before I stopped hearing the sobs.

It was three when I decided I should sleep. I had just entered my room when I heard a soft knock on the wall behind me. The door and every single window was locked, so I was mortified. I turned around and there was my friend.

I remember to this day (5.5 years later) what he looked like. Green shirt, khakis, hair tied up, and an intense scar on his right hand. Most of all was his eyes, though. S, in reality, has beautiful eyes. So did this thing, but something was wrong. Whenever I looked into his eyes something in my gut pulled and twisted, the pupils didn’t seem to end. It made him look hollow. However, I ignored all of that. I was seeing my best friend for the first time in 5 years, nothing else mattered.

As soon as he’d gotten my attention he started screaming and crying, he wouldn’t stop and he’d jerk away when I went to touch him. His voice was exactly the same

“Please. Please help”

“I need you to help me right now”

He was begging and I was so concerned that I didn’t ask questions. He led me outside and I followed. I was nearly halfway down the street before I got this sickening, cold feeling all over me. I instantly felt like I was going to throw up. I stopped cold in my tracks and so did the thing, just 4-5 feet ahead of me. When he turned around his voice was deeper and husky, and he was angry.

“What are you doing? I said I need your help. Why aren’t you coming?”

I started backing away and he kept asking the same questions, getting louder and more aggressive, but he never moved. The farther away I was the louder I heard him, it became painful to the point of tears when he started just screaming in this hoarse animalistic screech. I ran back to my house and paced the living room until my parents came home.

I never told them, but the next morning I called S. He told me that he had a pretty wicked nightmare that night where all he saw was blackness but he could hear his own screams of pain. He also confirmed that what he had worn the previous day was VERY similar to what I had described, the only difference being that his green shirt was a graphic yoshi printed one. He also told me that three days prior he had cut his hand helping his him with dinner and still had it bandaged up.

I never had whatever that was bother me again, but I still think of it’s eyes and I still think of it’s screaming. I don’t know what it was or what would have happened had I went with it. All I know is that whatever is was managed to bridge the gap between my friend and I, effectively prodding at my one weak point to get me out of the house.

FYNK James: 9/10 Ooh, that is chilling. No more magik for you, young person. Thanks for sharing the scares!

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Small Arm

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Small Arm

Anonymous submitted:

This happened a few years ago when I was in highschool. I just moved into my aunt’s house and got a weird feeling when I was in there. I didn’t visit her much as a kid, so this feeling didn’t feel too familiar. It was hard to describe, but it set me on edge. One night, about a week in, as I was closing my blinds, I thought I saw a small dark figure across the street. When I saw dark, I mean it looked like a complete shadow but standing like a full, 3-D person but maybe 4-feet tall. I rubbed my eyes because it didn’t make sense and when I looked again it was gone.

I woke up around 3 AM in my bed, and got this really creepy feeling coming over me, like there was something or someone else in my bed. I could almost hear breathing, but wasn’t sure if it was my own. Half-asleep, I felt around under the covers and then I felt something, something like skin. It felt like an arm, an arm with really smooth skin. And it was small, like a kid’s. It disappeared a moment later and I just sat there in my bed.

I wondered why my aunt never mentioned this.

James: 8/10 That sounds kind of sad in a really creepy way. Thanks for sharing the scares!

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