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The Demon with the Glasgow Grin

by cnkguy
The Demon with the Glasgow Grin

fuckyeahnightmares:

purplecosm0naut submitted:

Growing up, my brother, cousins, and I always went to this one camp for fellow Russian Orthodox kids, and on the campsite there was a line of bungalows, including a boarding house for visiting relatives. This house always creeped me out, personally, but being dumb kids, my brother and cousins and I still played there. We called it “the big yellow house.”

I should actually point out that this happened to my brother, but this occurrence still haunts him to this day, over a decade later. In fact, he didn’t even tell me about it until years later, because it scared him so much. 

What happened was, my family and I stayed behind after camp was over in the bungalows, because we loved the area. I was about eleven at the time, my brother was ten. He and my two cousins were playing hide-and-seek in the big yellow house, being that nobody was around they could make all the damn noise they want.

The third floor of the big yellow house is closed off to the general public, but on numerous occasions we managed to sneak up there anyway. It’s dilapidated to the extreme: debris strewn about, old stained mattresses propped up on rusty bedframes, broken glass everywhere, etc.

There was this one room, though, that had a full-length (intact) mirror standing by the door. My brother, who was trying to hide from my cousins, ran up to the third floor and into the room and shut the door, before he came upon this mirror. From what he told me, he stared into the mirror for about a minute until he saw his reflection smile, even though he himself wasn’t smiling.

But then he told me that his reflection’s mouth started to tear at the corners of its mouth, ripping up to its ears until it formed a full-out Glasgow smile. And it continued to grin.

My brother, of course, was freaked. On impulse, he kicked over the mirror, thus shattering it, and ran out of the house. He never saw it again.

We haven’t been back to that camp for almost ten years now, but if I ever go back there, I am not setting foot in that house. It’s always given me the creeps, and now I know why.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod James: 9/10 Damn that mirror is creepy as hell.  I like this one a lot.  Thanks for sharing the scares.

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Twins

by cnkguy
Twins

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lokittysmischief submitted:

This happened when we first moved into the house we now live in here in Massachusetts, I was around 5 at the time. I can’t say when it started, but I had begun having a recurring nightmare that centered around my closet being some sort of portal. The door would open up and from this blue light, a set of twins would walk out holding hands, one boy one girl, and every time they asked the same thing. “Come play with us.” to which I declined, resulting in “Next time” and the door closing behind them.

Now if that wasn’t terrifying enough there were instances where I would leave my room knowing the closet door was shut, and return with it open to which I would immediately run out of the room. I thought for a while it might have been the wind, but it stopped happening about the same time the dreams did. For the next ten years I always had something in front of the door to make sure it wouldn’t open.

FYNK James: 7/10 This one’s unique in a super spooky way. Thanks for sharing the scares!

Got inspired by the above story to draw this picture.

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Footsteps

by cnkguy
Footsteps

cuoscuos submitted:

So, when I was seven years old I lived alone with my great aunt Jean and our small dog, Jack in Houston, Texas. I had my own room, of course, and once aunt Jean was asleep she didn’t get up till the morning. I woke up suddenly around 3am and heard heavy footsteps down the hallway. My aunt Jean does not have heavy footsteps. The footsteps continued as I cowered underneath my blanket and told myself, it’s okay, it’s okay, he won’t get me, my blanket will protect me. The footsteps stopped directly in front of my door (my aunt Jean had a rule that I had to keep my bedroom door open at all times) and I don’t remember anything else. I fell asleep immediately and when I woke up the next morning, everything was normal.

FYNK James: 7/10 I guess that blanket really did protect you. Thanks for sharing the scares!

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