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‘Tis the season for ghoulish things! And in spirit, I thought I’d search the web for some stories that have given me the shivers. Since I grew up in the land of Stephen King the the grotesque and macabre naturally come year round for me, but Halloween is special. It’s when you can share your stories, whether they’re make believe or true! Here are several stories to bump up your night:
1. The Smiling Man by blue_tidal
About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I’ve always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each “box” with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back… and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
?I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn’t move.
Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn’t tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I’d like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn’t. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, “What the fuck do you want?!” in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, “What the fuu…?”
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn’t react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn’t moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger.
He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn’t look drunk, he didn’t look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that’s a very, very scary thing to see.
2. Check The Unchecked By cranklowza
I was about 15 minutes from finishing the night shift at work when there was a massive crash on one of the windows in the office so I get up and go to check it out.
Someone has thrown quite a sizable rock through one of the windows on the front of the building. This is made especially weird because I’m working in the industrial district at 11:30 at night with none of the other businesses open. I go back to my desk, put a quick call through to security to let them know and decide to head home. As I’m leaving the building I’m freaking myself out about it more and more and end up running to my car, getting in and taking off. I’m almost home and I’ve started to calm down a bit when I realise that I didn’t unlock my car when I got in. It had been unlocked the whole time. I do a quick check with my hand in the backseat for any possible murderers that might be hanging around there but there’s nothing there.
Fast forward 30 minutes: I’ve called a friend of mine who says he is out drinking so I decide I’m going to join him. I jump on my bicycle and start riding over. I’m doodling along the road on my bike, it’s a nice night and I’m in no big rush, just enjoying the moonlight when I hear someone riding behind me. I straighten up and stick to one side of the road. He passes me really slowly and, when he is right beside me, he shoots me a smile I can describe as purely fucking insane. I kind of flinch and am taken aback as he rides on. That’s when I realise. He is riding my mom’s bike.
Needless to say, I sprint the fuck home. When I get there, sure enough her bike is missing and one of my car’s doors is open. The back left one. I was driving, and had no need to open that door.
3. Daddy Look Under the Bed by JustAnotherMuffledVo
I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”
After working a hard day I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didn’t know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.
5. The darkest neighbor by ravenklaw
When my grandmother was about 60, she lived in a nice cul-de-sac surrounded by woods. One of her neighbors was about 20 years old and lived with his mom. One day, he asks my grandma if she would mind showing him where the blackberry bushes are in the forest, because his mom wanted to make a pie. She says okay, grabs a basket and a flashlight and they head off into the woods together.
About half a mile into the woods, he attacks her. He pulls a knife from his pocket and slits her throat. She fights back and he slits her throat again, making blood pour from her neck, but he somehow didn’t cut the arteries deep enough to kill her immediately. After a couple minutes, she realizes there is no escape, so she pretends she is dead, faking her breathing while he rips her clothes off. He strips her lower-half nude and tries to rape her, but I guess the whole “fucking grandma’s corpse” isn’t appealing enough because he can’t keep his dick up. He gets quiet, listening to her lack of breathing to make sure she’s dead, before he stuffs his dick back in his pants and leaves her in the middle of the woods, taking the flashlight with him.
She stays still for about five minutes, bleeding out, before she thinks the coast is clear. She wraps her discarded sweatpants tightly around her neck and walks the opposite direction, through about three miles of dark woods… She eventually comes upon a small road and collapses in front of an oncoming car.
The people in the car stop just in time, and bring her to a hospital.
6. Close call by kane55
About 15 years ago I was working at the smallish company. They had about 75 employees. The owner of the company ended up selling it and the new owners came in and cleaned house. They fired about 15 people. A guy that I worked with (I’ll call him Dave here) was one of them. Dave was shocked that he was fired. Most people didn’t get along with Dave because he was odd. He had a short temper and sometimes yelled at people and he had some personal grooming problems like bad dandruff and body odor so many people were glad to see him go and it was no shock to many of us that he was fired.
About a week after the mass firing I am at work and get a phone call from Dave. He tells me that he wants to take me out to lunch as a way of saying thanks for my recently teaching him how to run a few different machines. That knowledge will help him get a new job. I agree to go and a few days later he shows up at lunch time. I had assumed he was taking several people from there out, but it turned out to be just me.
At lunch things started off fine then got strange. He was upset about being fired and was angry. I let him vent and sympathized with him. He had been then several years and felt betrayed. As lunch starts to wind down he tells me that I was one of the few people he liked there and that there were people there that he would love to hurt. It was a little strange, but I just thought he was still venting. We get in his car to drive back and he starts telling me how easy it would be to lock the doors from the outside with boards and burn the place down or to “do damage” to it. As we pull into the parking lot he tells me not to worry that even if he could hurt some of these people I was his friend. The way he said it really gave me the chills.
I said goodbye, got out of the car and went inside. There was a window near my boss’s desk that looks out to the parking lot. I could see Dave’s car from there. He wasn’t leaving. He was just sitting in his car. Lunch ends and everyone goes back to work and Dave was just sitting there.
I tell my boss we need to call 911. Dave said some strange things I think he might try to hurt someone. My boss called 911 and the police get there within a few minutes. The talked to Dave, got him out of his car and then put him in the backseat of the police car. They then used his keys to open trunk. In the trunk they find a few boards, some rope and a few guns.
They talked more to Dave and he agreed to be taken into custody and to get some help. I don’t know if he would have done anything, but the way the building is designed, had he decided to he could have shot a lot of people in a very short period of time. I was so freaked out I couldn’t work the rest of the day.
7. Middle of the night visitor by sjkim
About 4 years ago I went on a cruise with my best friend. We partied, gambled and shopped all over Mexico. One night I passed out from drinking a shit ton of vodka and around 2-3am I randomly wake up out of a dead sleep to the patio door opened. I look over, see that she’s sleeping and get up and shut it. I was half asleep but still thought that was weird because on cruise ships, you have to literally slam the door and it automatically locks from the inside.
I fall right back to sleep. However long later, I wake up AGAIN out of a dead sleep and see a mangled, bloodied man standing at the end of my bed with his head crooked to one side.
I thought I was dreaming, blinked and it was still there, staring at me. I throw the blanket over my head (because that would save me) and made myself go back to sleep.
In the morning, before I can say anything my friend said she woke up in the middle of the night because the bathroom light and faucet were on. I freaked out and told her the story. I have never had a paranormal experience but I swear on EVERYTHING, I fucking saw that. After getting off the cruise, I looked stuff up online and come to find out, the boat we were on has a lot of paranormal activity and a lot of people have fallen off or commit suicide. I always get chills thinking about it.
8. Bunk Beds by zoogreenjake
Typically, me and my brother were well behaved kids, but the one thing we fought mercilessly on is who got to sleep where on our bunk beds.
It happens every night, me and him screaming at each other, making threats to tell mom, pledging false promises to switch beds tomorrow. I almost always got the short end of the straw due to me being younger and weaker. It wasn’t fair, the whole ordeal made me hate sleeping.
You don’t know what it’s like. Staying up all night because someone was kicking the underside of your bed repeatedly or reaching up and grabbing your ankles with cold hands then laughing as you squirm away.
All while knowing your older brother is nestled comfortably above you.
9. When mom calls by comparativelysane
You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen. As you are heading down the stairs you hear a whisper from the closet saying “Don’t go down there honey, I heard it too.”
10. Come Cuddle Me
When I was 5, I asked my mom to come cuddle me before I fell asleep, she told me she’d be in soon. A while later, I felt her crawl in the bed and put her arm around me; I woke up to her screaming in the doorway, yelling,”Don’t you touch her!”
11. Onions Make You Cry
Alone in my house, I was chopping onions in the kitchen and they were starting to get to me. My eyes were killing me. I blindly put the knife in the sink and start to wipe the tears from my face. “Hello,” he says. I’m not sure which scared me more, knowing I was no longer alone and temporarily blinded or not ever hearing the door open…
So, there we have it! A few scary stories from across the interwebs! I added the last two that I wrote. Please add your scary stories in the comments below! I’d love to hear them.