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fuckyeahnightmares: If the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark movie is anything less than a…

by cnkguy
fuckyeahnightmares: If the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark movie is anything less than a…

fuckyeahnightmares:

If the Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark movie is anything less than a life-changing experience I’m going to need someone to hold me

we’re a week away from either an entirely glorious event or an unshakeable empty feeling

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The Doppelgänger

by cnkguy
The Doppelgänger

fuckyeahnightmares:

All my life I have been very attuned to the paranormal/spiritual. I’ve had a hand full of memorable experiences since I was a toddler and this would be my clearest memory of anything to do with the paranormal. It was in Colorado. At the time, I was most likely 7 years old or so. I was sleeping over at my best friend’s house, like I had done many of times before. It was around 8’o’clock, the house was still bustling with my friend’s mom watching tv, all lights on and other family members hanging around the kitchen. I was never afraid in this house and I never saw anything of the paranormal sort before. My friend and I decided to play some hide and seek. I started out as the seeker and my friend went off to find a place to hide. The house wasn’t very big so there were very few places to hide. The only spaces we could play in was the living room and the hallway that led to a bathroom, and two bedrooms. As I was counting down I heard my friend giggle in the direction of the hallway. I started off going down the hallway checking the bathroom. Once again, I heard an even clearer giggle in my friend’s bedroom that was at the end of the hallway. I went into the bedroom and heard the same giggle underneath the bunkbed. Fyi, the room is a mess and the floor was covered in toys, so it took a little effort to finally get a good look underneath the bed. I was on my hands and knees pushing a few things out of the way and then I saw my friend laying there…but it then it wasn’t her, because at that moment her skin turned pale blue and her eyes sank into black empty sockets. Whatever it was, lurched its head and hands towards me while opening its black mouth unnaturally wide, screeching. I immediately ran out of the room, back to the living room. I could still hear its screech as I ran away. I was so shocked that I didn’t scream or cry. Shortly after, my friend came out of a cabinet/closet in the hallway because she waited long enough. The cabinet was at the beginning of the hallway, in other words, the opposite side of where I heard those giggles and saw what I saw. It was so clear that I remember its quick jerky movements, the blueish green veins around its eye sockets and the sound of its screaming even now. It was so real. I’ve never seen it since and I’ve never told my friend.

FYNK James: 8/10 Giggling is a tell-tale sign of spookiness! Thanks for sharing the scares!

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It’s Better this Way

by cnkguy
It’s Better this Way

Anon submitted:

Please post this anonymously if possible. I haven’t told anyone about this because it unsettles me to even think about it & I’m not completely certain I wasn’t just dreaming (or experiencing sleep paralysis, which seems likelier) but here it goes.

I woke up one morning, as I often do, to my boyfriend shuffling around the room as he prepared to leave for work. It was early & I was sleepy, but I prefer to stay awake at least long enough to say goodbye before he heads off.

After gathering his jacket & shoes, he sat on the edge of the bed and tucked the blanket around me. “Alright, I’m leaving now,” he said before kissing my forehead & nose as always. “See you later.”

I mumbled my goodbye & watched, bleary-eyed & squinting hard (I wasn’t wearing my contacts), as he left.

Some time later, I awoke to the sound of his familiar shuffle around the room. I immediately noticed how the lighting had (somehow?) changed from the bright, clear sunlight of a cloudless day to a warm, heavy glow. It was as if the entire room was washed in a hazy burnt orange filter. I don’t know if that makes any sense to anyone, but I distinctly remember how dense the light felt, how strange & orange everything was.

Being half-awake, I must have decided it was due to the fact that I had just woken up & I hadn’t put my contacts in yet.

I realized that my boyfriend had returned, perhaps because he’d forgotten something. I greeted him, but kept my eyes closed because he’d be gone again soon & I was still going to get an hour or two of rest.

After a few minutes he made his way to the window on wall furthest from the door & began pulling the heavy curtains closed. I told him to leave them open because I’m afraid of the dark & they block out most of the sunlight even during the middle of the day. I didn’t want to be alone in the dimly-lit room when he left again for work.

“It’s better this way,” he said.

Apparently the absurdity of that statement & the fact that he was saying it to me didn’t register then because I didn’t think anything of it in that moment. “Please don’t close them,” I told him. “You know I’m afraid of the dark.”

“It’s better this way,” he said again as one side of the curtain dropped. The room got a little darker. “It’s better this way.”

That’s when the feeling of unease finally hit me. My eyes snapped open & they immediately landed on whoever? whatever? it was, crouched right next to the bed. It resembled my boyfriend in stature, but its limbs were far too long & it didn’t have hair or eyebrows. Its skin sagged on its face, as if it was melting off its frame.

It was bent over just slightly, long hands on its jutting knees, staring at me with a wide, twitching grin. Its face was a few centimeters from mine, distorted as if I was looking at it through a fishbowl, & its jaw was clenched so hard I could hear its teeth grinding against each other.

I know my mouth dropped open because I remember the big exhale of air that comes with a scream, but no sound came out. I strained so hard that my lungs felt like they were collapsing, but, again, no sound. I couldn’t move my body, couldn’t even close my eyes to stop seeing it.

I panicked then, started hyperventilating & passed out.

When I came to, both curtains were drawn. I practically flung myself off the bed, grabbed my things & bolted for the door. Needless to say, I make sure I’m fully awake when my boyfriend leaves now & I don’t stay in the house alone.

James: 8/10 I’m pretty sure this was sleep paralysis but that is super vivid and unsettling, thank you! I looked up if curtains drawn means closed or open and it means both, so I guess we’ll never know if some entity closed the blinds or if they were already open.

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The Old Storyteller

by cnkguy
The Old Storyteller

violetpachyderms submitted:

I have had a wide array of paranormal experiences since childhood, a number of them have been quite terrifying, like the year I lived with a demonic entity, or more simply scary, like hearing voices in my ear when I am trying to sleep, but here I will share the earliest experience I have, one that is actually quite sweet rather than scary.

I actually do not recall this experience myself, and only know about it because my parents have told me about it. When I was very young, around 3-5, I used to tell my parents about an old man who would come and tell me stories, initially my parents were very concerned about who this old man talking to their young daughter was, but then they realized I was likely talking about an imaginary friend, who I was imagining was “old,” like them and their friends, as I had very few my own age and mostly hung around my parents. My mom says that a lot of the stories I’d try to retell from my friend, sounded kind of familiar to her, but she just assumed I was stealing stuff from tv or books.

Time passed and my parents didn’t think much about my imaginary friend, until one day they were showing my siblings and I an old family photo album. I suddenly pointed at a man in one of the pictures and said, “That’s him, that’s the man who comes and tells me stories.” My mom says that as soon as I said that, she felt a chill run down her spine, and she knew that what I was saying was true; the man I was pointing at was her grandfather, who passed away when I was little more than a year old. My mom also realized that the stories I’d repeated from my “friend” were so familiar to her because they were the same stories he’d told her as a child.

After years of various other experiences, I’ve also since learned that when my great grandfather was alive, he too helped people to communicate with their deceased loved ones, and he also used dowsing rods to help people find new places to dig wells, the same tool that I find is the easiest for me to use to communicate with the dead.

I often wonder if he knew that I would have the same ability that he did, and if he’d visited me as a child to share some advice he’d thought I might need, and so it’s one of my greatest regrets that I don’t remember anything about his visits.

James: 7/10 That took a turn when it turned out to be your great grandfather, I thought it’d just be some ghost who turned up in a photograph, but that’s comforting.

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fuckyeahnightmares:brb i’m going to a haunted boat help, it’s been a year and i’m still on the…

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fuckyeahnightmares:brb i’m going to a haunted boat help, it’s been a year and i’m still on the…

fuckyeahnightmares:

brb i’m going to a haunted boat

help, it’s been a year and i’m still on the haunted boat

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fuckyeahnightmares:what does everyone think of midsommar?

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fuckyeahnightmares:what does everyone think of midsommar?

fuckyeahnightmares:

what does everyone think of midsommar?

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