Twin Girls

There was a married couple who lived in a rural area of Spain. Their house was a modest little cottage, located on the edge of a busy main road. They had two daughters who were both twin girls.

As they grew up, the twin girls were very well-behaved. They never fought or argued. They lived happily together and hated to be separated.

One day, the mother had to go to the shop and buy some milk and bread. She didn’t want to leave the girls on their own so she brought them with her. Grasping both girls by the hand, the mother led them across the busy road.

Unfortunately, the mother had forgotten to look both ways before she crossed the street. Just as they neared the other side, she heard a loud screech and then a horrible crunching sound as her daughters’ tiny hands were torn out of her grasp.

When the mother twirled around to look, she screamed in horror at what she saw and collapsed on the sidewalk. The twin girls had been run over by a huge truck. The bloody remains of the twin girls were splattered across the road.

The mother began crying and sobbing hysterically. Try as she might, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the two big streaks of red that stained the road.

At the funeral the father tried to confort his wife, but she was inconsolable. Over and over, she screamed “This is all my fault! This is all my fault!”

Four years later, the mother and father still lived in the same house beside the road where their daughters had perished. The woman became pregnant again. The couple were surprised when the doctors told them that they would be having twins again.

The parents rejoiced when their two little girls were born. This happy event caused the mother to forget the tragedy of the past. As the twin girls grew up, their mother and father were careful never to mention the previous children. They acted as if the deceased girls had never existed.

One day, the two little twin girls were playing in the garden. Their mother came out and told them to come with her to the shop. As they stood at the edge of the road, the mother took hold of the hands of the two girls and held them tightly.

Suddenly, as the mother began walking across the road, the girls began to struggle and tried to slip out of their mother’s grasp.

“No, Mommy! Don’t hold us!”, cried the twin girls in unison. “We don’t want to die again!”

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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.  

sailorshortness submitted:

Back in middle school, I lived in a slightly bigger house than we normally did.  It was cozy and I quickly grew to like it with my mother, our roomate, and her daughter. There were two conjoined rooms that our roomate’s daughter and I decided to share one of the rooms, and leave the other room as a sort of hang out area. Everything was fine for a while, then out of nowhere, she refused to come into the room we shared, saying it freaked her out. I didn’t get it, until one night. Her mom was going to pick her up from her grandmothers house on this night.  So I went into my mom’s room to read (her bed felt comfier than mine), and about 20 minutes later, I hear the roomate’s daughter calling for me, in a softer voice than normal.  I jump out of the bed to say hi since we had become good friends, but didn’t see her.  I asked her mom where she was, but she said she hadn’t left to go get her daughter yet.  I went back into the room and forced myself to get caught up in my book.

About a month later, my mom is taking me to school.  She tells me that the night before, she was laying on the couch watching tv, when suddenly, her head whipped to the side and she saw the figure of a little girl flash.  She didn’t move from the couch that night. It seemed we had a little friend in the house.  After time went by, I felt the girl’s presence mostly in my room.  I could always tell where she was, and after a while, I got somewhat used to it.  I once even heard her trip or move the chair I had in my room one night laying in bed. I could hear the little scratch noise a chair makes on a hard floor. On a separate night, I had a friend of mine sleeping over.  She said during the middle of the night, she went to the bathroom and thinks she saw the girl in the other room joined with mine.

The thing that freaked me out the most with this whole experience was the night she grabbed me.  For the first time, she got me out of my room. I was laying in bed, watching a movie.  Out of nowhere, I feel this pressure from a hand on my arm, she grabbed me with quite a force.  With the light of my tv, I could see the pressure imprints of her fingers on my arm. After that, I slept with my mom for months and refused to go to bed until my mom did.

saying it had a heavy feeling.

I don’t think the girl meant any harm.  I think she wanted some sort of attention or someone to communicate with and felt I should be it. I wish I would have done research on the house’s history.  Everyone hated that room. 

No one liked being in it.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: That was some story. 9/10 for scares and thanks for sharing. 

Cabbage Patch Dolls

10/10

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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The Writing on the Wall

When I was younger, there was a ruined building at the bottom of our street. All of the kids in the area kept well away from it, because the rumor was that it was haunted.

The concrete walls of the old two-story building were cracked and crumbling. The windows were broken and shards of glass lay all over the floor inside.

One evening, as a test of courage, my best friend and I decided to explore the creepy old place.

We climbed in through a window at the back of the building. The whole place was dirty and there was a layer of mud on the wooden floor. As we dusted ourselves off, we looked up and were shocked to see that someone had written the words “I AM DEAD” on the wall near the ceiling.

“Probably just some teenagers trying to scare kids”, I said.

“Yeah, probably…”, replied my friend nervously.

We explored more of the rooms on the ground floor. In a room that appeared to have once been a kitchen of sorts, we found more writing on the wall.

It read “I AM IN A ROOM UPSTAIRS.”

We walked up the creaking stairs to the second floor. I led the way and my friend followed close behind. I wasn’t scared, but he was beginning to get a little jittery.

When we came to the top of the stairs, we turned left and walked cautiously down the narrow hallway. At the end of the hallway was a closed door with some more ominous writing on it.

“YOU WILL FIND ME IN THIS ROOM.”

By now, my friend was shaking with fear. I was quite creeped out too, but I didn’t want to show it. He told me he didn’t want to go any further, but I insisted, telling him there was nothing to be afraid of.

I turned the handle and the door creaked open. We stepped into the room and found it empty. There were two closed doors on either side. There was more creepy writing on the wall.

It read “MY HEAD IS ON THE LEFT AND MY BODY IS ON THE RIGHT.”

As soon as my friend saw this, he completely lost his nerve. He gave a yelp and turned to run away. I caught hold of his arm, but he shook me off and fled out through the open door. I heard his footsteps disappearing off down the hallway.

I held my ground. I was determined to be brave and overcome my fear. Mustering all my courage, I opened the door on the right and walked inside. I walked to the other side of the room and on the wall, written in tiny letters were the words “MY BODY IS UNDERNEATH.”

I looked down at the floor. I was standing on some more writing on the floorboards. I stepped back and saw the words “MY HEAD IS COMING FROM THE ROOM BEHIND YOU. TURN AROUND.”

I heard the door behind me creaking and quickly turned. There was a shadow moving behind the door. Suddenly something rolled into the room and came to a rest against the wall.

It was my friend’s severed head.

His dead, sightless eyes seemed to stare at me. Screaming in horror, I flung myself out through the open window and fell two stories to the ground.

I landed on my side, breaking my arm. In horrible pain, I ran home, crying and yelling for my parents.

The police were called and they searched the old ruined building. At first, they didn’t find anything. There wasn’t even any writing on the wall. They combed the house from top to bottom, but didn’t find any traces of my friend.

Then they pried up the floorboards. His body was lying underneath. They never found his head.

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harry-the-bespectacled-ninja submitted:

Flash

Once we had a subsitute art teacher and she promised us if we stayed quiet, she’d tell us all a true ghost story. Obviously, we stayed quiet enough. The details are a little bit fuzzy, but this is about the story she told:

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lilianngan submitted:

This probably isn’t much of a ghost story compared to the others, but screw it. This happened when I was around the age of 7. It was a harsh, rainy night and the door bell was ringing a lot. My parents were too busy to answer it, and me, a little girl, was forbidden to answer the door. But I did anyway. It was a little boy, around the same age as me. He was crying, or maybe it was just the rain pelting on his face. He stammered a lot, but I can make out that he was looking for his mother. I  told him to wait, closing the door behind me. I called my mom to come down. She did and we opened the door. He was gone. We actually walked together a bit around the neighbourhood, but he was gone. I’m 16 now and this still kinda creeped me out.

Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: You should really researched your area just in case there was any accidents or death cases to do with a boy. 7/10 for scares and thank you for sharing. 

Robert The Haunted Doll

Take a look at Robert the Haunted Doll. He sits under lock and key in a glass case located in the basement of a museum in Key West, Florida. At first glance Robert may seem like a harmless children’s doll. But looks can be deceiving, because Robert is the most haunted doll in the world.

In 1897, a family named Otto lived in a nearby house in Key West. They owned a plantation and had a lot of servants working for them who they treated very badly. One servant girl gave their son, Gene, a present of a doll. What the Ottos didn’t realise was that this servant girl knew voodoo

Gene’s full name was Robert Eugene Otto. His parents had always called him “Gene”, so he decided to give the doll his real name, “Robert”.

Vintage Halloween Photos.