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Anon submitted: 

Alrighty. So close to a year ago, I was at my school on a Saturday for pit orchaestra for the musical. My locker was extremely messy at the time so I asked my one friend to come clean it out with me after practice. It was around 2 in the afternoon I believe when we got finished, however the hallway which my locker was in was somewhat dark since the lights weren’t on. I emptied out my locker and everything was scattered on the hallway next to my locker. I was running back and forth throwing things away when I noticed my one gym shoe was gone. I brushed it off at first thinking I accidently threw it away. So I ran back and forth again looking in all the garbage cans searching for it. I even made my friend empty her bag. It was completely gone.

After I put everything back into my locker, we were freaked out, and were just going to leave, without the shoe. We were walking past the one room when my friend just stopped in her tracks. She pointed to the door and said my name. I walked back and perfectly aligned with the window in the door..was my shoe. At this point I thought my friend was playing some stupid joke on me. So I made her try to open the door so I could get it back. The room was locked. We weredefinitely alone too. I \had to go back and get the shoe on Monday.

Then a couple months later, that same friend and I were in the school after a football game the one Friday night (we’re band nerds). We went upstairs to use the bathroom because the closest one down stairs was full of people changing clothes. The hallway was extremely dark so we just ran to the bathroom and turned on the lights and closed the door. We went pee, then turned off the bathroom light, and shut the door. We were walking down the stairs when we heard a huge bang from behind us. Like someone slamming a door behind us. However, we made sure the door was closed. It was very strange.

And finally, a story from a different friend that again occured at the school: She was at the school at night again was with a friend at her locker. She stood there talking, when she noticed a little boy looking at her from a little ways down the hallway. She was terrified, but didn’t tell her friend. The little boy smiled, then ran down the hallway like he wanted her to follow. He ran towards her again, then disappeared into the wall

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Odd. 6/10 for scares and thanks for sharing. 

The Guardian Ghost

This photo belonged to my grandmother who had kept it for years in her purse and would show it to me when I was a kid.  I know very little of the origins of this photo except that it was taken in the home of an acquaintance of hers that had a spirit in the home that would protect the children and would cause disturbances when someone was in the home that it didn’t like.  I do not have the original photo, this is a scan of it.  To the left of the photo is what looks to be an adult standing beside a seated child, who are the residents of the home. And to the right is a shadow-woman who is “supposedly” the spirit who watched over the children.  We would welcome any comments anyone may have of the photo. 

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Anon submitted:

The Girl At The End Of The Bed

I live in England and this insident occured when I was in my last year of junior school, also known as year six. Every year, some teachers would take year six away on a trip somewhere for a week. That year we went to Whitby. Name familiar? Well, if you’ve ever read Dracula,then it should be. The teachers got us hyped up on the Dracula story and the boys used it to their advantage, pulling vamire-theamed pranks for the whole week.

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feeltheasterbro submitted:

Ok so I’ve finally decided to submit my own experiences here.  Nothings really scary here though, but you readers out there might be interested in them.

Boy in the red shorts

I was living in Germany at the time, I was about 6 or 7 I’m a little blurry on this one but I remember seeing a young boy, he had blond hair, bowl cut, blue eyes, and he wore bright red shorts.  i don’t remember interacting much, just some staring so that is the end of that.

Grandpa?

I moved to Florida in 07.  One night I saw a figure sitting cross-legged on the floor, I thought it was my sister but he looked at me and simply disappeared.  I didn’t think much of it, it was the middle of the night maybe I was just seeing things, the best I can describe his looks is a mix between a hobo and a pirate, he had long straggly hair and trucker hat, looked like he was possibly blind in one eye, he was a skinny thing too.  I saw him a few nights after that, he would stay longer as if he were warming up to me, some holiday came by I had told my sisters about him and they told my grandmother she asked me what he looked like and I told her.  The look of utter shock on her face, she told me it sounds like my great grandfather, maybe he was watching over us.  I thought it was weird he would appear I have never met him, a while after the holiday grandma left and I saw the ghost a while after that then I stopped seeing him.

The war family

A year ago, I moved to the historic part or Virginia, our house was well over a hundred years old, they used to house soldiers of war and their families.  My first night there I woke up in the middle of the night and there they were, just standing in the middle of my room watching me sleep.  It was a man, I couldn’t make out his looks he actually scared me a little bit, he would stand in the doorways, there was a woman, she was dressed in what looked like old style colonial clothing bonnet and all she had very pale skin and looked sick, she had faded brown hair and she was holding a baby girl, the baby was wrapped in a blanket, she had bright blue eyes and dirty blond hair.  Then there was something darting back and forth behind them.  At first, I thought it was my cat but my cat is too fat to move that fast and he is white and this figure running about was very dark and thin.  I just decided it was their pet, a small dog, or a cat.  I would see the family for a while after that then I just forgot about them.  One night my mom started talking about ghosts, she’s never believed me when I told her about the ones I saw so I didn’t tell her about the family but she had started describing the one she saw, it was the mother, so I told her about the first night there the figures I saw and I explained that she saw the mother.  We never did any research on families that lived there before us maybe we should have but it just never came up.

So there they are, nothing scary just interesting.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Interesting stories. 8/10 for scares and thanks for sharing ( : 

patrickjcanlas submitted:

When I was about seven - and my older sister nine - I lived in a small house in the poorer area of the city. But it was a nice, quaint house; a bit dark, and there was one room in particular that just didn’t sit right with anyone. My sister and I would play around the house, but we’d see the room from the dark hallway upstairs and would just get this feeling of foreboding. And if we did have to go in to get office supplies (that’s what the room was used for, as well as a guest room), there was always this suffocating feeling about the air. And always this sense that someone was in there with us.

I would hear occasional creaks in the ceiling at night and a few shuffling noises coming from the direction of the room, but I always shrugged it off as small animals in the attic or a branch scraping against the window. But other inexplicable things would happen that could not be explained…

Sometimes, while everyone stayed downstairs, we would hear my bedroom door slam shut. But the all the windows would be closed, so that couldn’t be it. Or there would be an occasional thump coming from the weird room around the afternoons and evenings.

Then, more strange phenomena began to take place. My mom was cleaning her ear with a q-tip, alone in her bathroom, when my sister and I heard her scream. Her ear was bleeding and she’d told us that she felt something suddenly push the q-tip violently into her ear. She was sent to the emergency room, but it wasn’t anything too serious. And one night, my sister and I were left alone (our parents worked long hours and we couldn’t afford a babysitter, so we had to grow up a bit early). She was downstairs washing the dishes and I was upstairs drawing. After a while, she ran upstairs and scolded me saying “what were you doing downstairs? look! you splashed water all over my back!” And sure enough, I felt her back and it was soaked with water. We couldn’t explain things like that.

with the little girl in place of what once were mysterious events.

Eventually the physical phenomena came to a stop, but the room in the hallway remained as strange and ominous as it ever was. After we moved out, my mom had told us something that she thought she couldn’t tell us while we were in the house (to prevent any sort of panic or disturbance, I guess). That the previous owners had a daughter who died of cancer in the room upstairs in the hallway. The memories of that house still make me cringe. I can just picture all of those inexplicable moments.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Quite freaky, especially the bit where your mother was attacked. 9/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.  

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memoryjarr submitted:

Bubbly Skin

My sister used to hide in the oddest nooks and crannies as a child. She would go missing for the whole afternoon only to be found hiding in an airing cupboard, claiming to be taking part in a game of hide and seek with “the poorly girls”.

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amory2113 submitted:

 After lurking around this website for the past week I’ve finally decided to contribute too. The earliest experience I had was when I was about 7 or 8. It was already dark outside and I was laying in my bed reading a book. You know how you always read about how the room temperature changes or you get a weird vibe when you are about to see a ghost? Yeah, did not happen for me. I was reading the book and for some reason I decide to turn and look at my right side. I guess I must have seen something out of the corner of my eye, because right on queue this blond girl in blue overalls just walks down my rooms and disappears. My first reaction was to haul ass to the kitchen where my mom was at.

There was also some activity in my parents room too. One of my sisters would come visit and my niece would sleep with my parents. She would wake up in the middle of the night and start bawling, whenever they asked her what was wrong, she would simply point at the closet. Of course they couldn’t see anything, but she always started freaking out and had to leave some sort of light on for her. It was also in this room where another of my nieces suffered a seizure or was possessed… I remember I woke up to the sounds of someone screaming their head off, the lights in my room and in the hall were on. The screams where indistinguishable, I didn’t understand any of it. So I walk to my parents room and they is my niece, twitching and acting like if she had gone insane, blabbering what to me was just incoherence. I remember my brother slapping her, trying to get her to snap out of it. Finally they decided to call the ambulance and they gave my niece a sedative. After that incident, nothing like that happened.

Fast forwards a couple of years, I was already in high school. Me and my friends used to go to my house to play some Halo or some King of Fighters. These actually didn’t happen to me, but did to my friends. I remember I went to the kitchen to get some soda while my friends Sergio and Art where playing. I come back and the game is paused, I asked him what the hell was up. Apparently they saw some girls face outside my window just staring at them, I asked them what she looked like and their description fit what I had seen. Another time my friend Arturo was playing KOF while I was in the kitchen or in the bathroom. He was sitting on my bed and while he was playing the apparition of the girl appeared right next to him. Of course my friends where shaken, so was I.

But this one has always stuck to me. It’s Christmas ‘06 and for some reason me and my nephews and brother in law are talking about creepy shit. I tell the story of the first time I saw the girl and my nephews jaw drops. Apparently, he saw her too. Back when I was a kid I used to share the room with my nephews, we had two sets of bunk beds to accommodate all of us. He was sleeping on the bottom bed and woke up for some reason. My bed was right above his to the right, so he could see me laying there sleeping, he looked up to where I was and sees the girl in blue overalls sitting right next to me. Being a kid he didn’t think much of it and went back to sleep. His description was exactly like mine. I know none of these stories are terrifying but what left me awestruck was when he said she was reading a book for me.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Ghost children are always creepy. 9/10 for scares and thank for sharing.

The Crying Boy Painting

The curse of the Crying Boy Painting. In 1988, a mysterious explosion destroyed the home of the Amos family in Heswall, England. When firemen sifted through the burnt-out shell of the house, they found a framed picture, entitled ‘The Crying Boy’, which was a portrait of an angelic-looking boy with a sorrowful expression and a tear rolling down his cheek. But the picture was not even singed by the blaze.

Not long afterwards in Bradford, there was another blaze, and again a picture of the crying child was found intact among the smouldering ruins. The head of the Yorkshire Fire Brigade told the national newspapers that pictures of the weird Crying Boy were frequently found intact in the rubble of houses that had been mysteriously burnt to the ground. Journalists asked him if he thought that the picture was evil and could somehow start the fires, but the fire-chief refused to comment.

The reports of the unlucky painting causing fires are still occasionally reported; there was a Crying Boy picture found at a gutted house in Dublin in 1998, but no one as ever found out just who the child is in the supposedly cursed painting. One well-respected researcher into occult matters, a retired schoolmaster from Devon named George Mallory, claimed that to have uncovered the truth in 1995. Mr Mallory claimed he tracked down the artist behind the controversial portrait: an old Spanish postcard artist named Franchot Seville, who lives in Madrid. Seville said the Crying boy was a little street urchin he had found wandering around Madrid in 1969. He never spoke, and had a very sorrowful look in his eyes. Seville painted the boy, and a Catholic priest said the Boy was Don Bonillo, a child who had run away after seeing his parents die in a blaze. The priest told the artist to have nothing to do with the runaway, because wherever he settled, fires of unknown origin would mysteriously break out; the villagers called him ‘Diablo’ because of this.

Seville ignored the superstitious priest and looked after the boy. The paintings of the little sad orphan made Seville fairly rich, but one day, his studio was mysteriously burned to the ground. Seville was ruined, and he accused the little Don Bonillo of arson. The boy ran off crying, and was never seen again. Then, from all over Europe came the reports of the unlucky Crying Boy paintings causing blazes. Seville was also regarded as a jinx, and no one commissioned him to paint, or would even look at his paintings. In 1976, a car exploded into a fireball on the outskirts of Barcelona after crashing into a wall. The victim was charred beyond recognition, but part of the victim’s driving licence in the glove compartment was only partly burned. The name on the licence was one 19-year-old Don Bonillo; could this have been the same Don Bonillo who had been the subject of the Crying Boy painting eight years earlier? We will probably never know, as no friends or relations ever came forward for the body.

Little Witch

Marion, Kentucky.

Years ago, back in 1916, a woman named Mary Louise Ford and her five year old daughter, Mary Ellen Ford, were living in Pilot’s Knob. Both mother and daughter were accused of being witches and the superstitious villagers were too terrified to wait and bring them to trial. Instead, they dragged the mother and daughter out of their house and burned them alive at the stake.

They buried the mother’s body somewhere else, but they were afraid that the little witch girl would come back from the dead in search of revenge. So the fearful villagers made sure they took precautions to protect themselves. They buried her right there in Pilot’s Knob in a steel reinforced coffin. After they lowered it into her grave, they filled it in with concrete. Then they put gravel all over the top and built a metal fence all around the grave site. The fence was made from interconnected white crosses, which the villagers believed would keep the ghost of the little witch trapped inside.

According to legend, the little witch’s ghost paces back and forth behind the fence. They say that she is still searching for her mother who was buried elsewhere, but she cannot escape the confines of the fence.

Some people have even seen tiny child’s footprints in the gravel over her grave. Locals believe that if you visit the little witch’s grave alone and get too close, her hands will come up from the grave, grab hold of you and drag you down into the concrete.

Those who have seen her say she wears a white dress that is scorched at the bottom and her long blonde hair smoulders at the ends.

People who live in the area advise visitors not to go near the grave site. “I never go there”, said one local, “No one does. There is a lot of stuff that goes on up there.” Other locals will tell you that you need to “turn around and not go into that cemetery.”

Calling Her Name

One night, a young girl was lying in bed, just on the verge of falling asleep, when she heard her mother calling her name from the kitchen. She went downstairs to see what her mother wanted, but as she was passing by the cupboard under the stairs, the door opened and a hand reached out and dragged her in. It was her mother, hiding in the cupboard. “Dont go into the kitchen,” whispered her mother. “I heard it calling my name too.”