▶ The Young Visitor
I have surprisingly vivid memories of my early childhood. One of these memories has remained in my mind with such clarity because it is so haunting. I used to sleep in bed with my parents, and every single evening a dark, humanoid shape would appear and lean over me. It seemed to be the shape of a youthful male crossing from adolescence into teenhood. The thing had tufts of slightly curly hair. It had a lean body that appeared to still be in the process of developing into a more masculine, mature shape. It appeared to me every night. And that was all that it would do. I would open my eyes and there it would be, right above me. The thing had no breath or warmth, it was a gray dream specter that spookily formed out of midnight shadow. I believe this occurred for about a year, although the fog of my early life prevents me from exacting a specific interval of time. I was too young to realize that this was unusual, so I simply accepted it. Eventually I must have begun to feel troubled by the figure, because I resolved to be rid of it. Every night, for about three nights, I would mentally chant, “I don’t want you here, you aren’t welcome here, go away.” And during those three successive nights, I watched it waste away to nothing. It lost its hair on the first night, I believe, and on the second it thinned, on the third it was but a sliver in the dark. I am still not entirely certain where I stand on issues of the supernatural, and I am perfectly willing to attribute my experience to dreams or other psychological phenomenon, but it is strange happenings like these that have opened my mind to the possibility that there is, indeed, something beyond the familiar and physical realm.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: 6/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!
▶ The Wheeler Street House
sailorsugarbear submitted to fuckyeahnightmares:
So this happened just two or three days before Halloween this year (2011). But I was at a friends Halloween party and we decided to go to a park and hang out there for a little. Well while we were there a few of my friends brought up this house on Wheeler street, about how it was all burnt down now and no one ever goes there. Well they said they wanted to go and asked if anyone else wanted to go with them; I thought about it but then I was like I rather stay here and not freak myself out. So they left and we stayed at the park, but it eventually it got cold and we went back to the house and waited for them to come back.
My friend Jake then recieved a call from them that when they got there some freaky things started to happen and now Zach’s car isn’t working right. So when they got back they told ud what happened. See two of them stayed in the car while the other two went up to the house with a flashlight; the two in the car we talking and stuff until they saw a shadowly figure crawling and running around the car they were in and getting close to the doors that they were near and while that happened to them the two checking out the burnt remained freaked out because they saw a figure infront of them and slowly coming towards them. Then then ran for the car and drove away and a few miles away Zachs car started to have the problem.
Since I lived on Wheeler Street for a while I googled and searched for this house until I found it and I was surprised because I never heard of this house on the country bound Wheeler street that I used to live on; but what happened there was creepy. The father of the family starved his son to death in the basement, killed his two daughters and shot or stabbed his wife to death before taking his own life. The house was then burnt down later by other people. So in the morning me and three other people when to the house and found a creepy looking skull in the basement and a red mask sitting in the middle of what used to be a living room.
Later I went on Halloween night after trick or treating, and I couldn’t shake the feeling I was being watched and followed so I held tight unto both of my friends I was with while taking pictures of everything. Nothing showed up on the photos.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Mod Fey: too bad none of the photos showed up! 7/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!
heyo~ Mod Fey here. You’ve seen me around a bit but I haven’t shared my family ghost story yet, so while I’m waiting to get to the bottom of your submissions in the inbox (there are a LOT, so thank you very much not just for sharing your stories, but for your patience with us getting through them!) I decided it’s time to share!
My grandparents had an old house in Shaler Township, PA (It’s a bit North of Pittsburgh.) It was built very close to the hillside, only a two-foot gap (at best!) existed between it and the hill. It was very old (for the US at least, haha), even though it was well-kept, the windows were the thick wavy glass that older buildings have. There was a large porch with a crawlspace under it, an upstairs floor with very few windows, and a large basement painted gray everywhere (even the floor). But the room I remember the most vividly was the hallway with dark doors leading to the bar, bedroom and closet on one side, and the other side had openings into the kitchen and living room.
I absolutely HATED that hallway.
This isn’t really scary but it kinda creeped me out when it happened. It was around 8:30-9 p.m in my room, and I was skyping with a friend.
▶ The Melon Heads
The Melon Heads are legendary beings that live in and around parts of Michigan, Ohio, and Connecticut. They’re described as small humanoid figures with bulbous heads that come out at night to attack people. There are a couple of different origins as to where they came from which we will explore today.
I live pretty close to this street that has a bunch of bridges on it known as the Gates of Hell.
▶ The Ghosts On The Farm
A few years back we got flooded so moved to my mums old boyfriends farm. techniccally it was his sisters but he owned a plot of land and lived on it in a caravan so we stayed their all winter through to summer until the house got re-carpeted. the farm was over 400 years old. it had the main drive, a long stretch or tarmac about 40 metres long and 18 metres wide, there was always 5 cars and a massive horse transporter on the drive, his sister also had a catterry on site and that was hidden behing some trees, there was the main farm house which was huge and covered in ivy. it was split into 2 houses, his sisters and his niece’s house. his sisters was the older house, nis niece’s house was about 100 years old (an extension) there was a large stable block round the back with a riding center, and two medium paddocks and one huge one at the back (where i once had a horrible expierience of almost being trampled saving my cousin from an angry horse). but anyway.
It’s not much of a scare but a friend and I used to play around with the Ouija board when we were younger. We thought it was cool to do something like that because it was forbidden. For weeks we would play with it and talk to the spirits who were around. They’d give advice, tell us how they died, or just spell out random words. I really don’t remember all the details of it now. Not that it mattered.