Not a supercreepy story but thought this would be interesting to share.
So a long time ago when i was around 8-9 years old, me, my sister and brother spend the night at my aunt because there was a familyparty and since it was going to get late, my dad suggested we should spend the night at my aunt. My brother slept in the room from one of my cousins while me and my sister slept in the room from our niece.
So me and my sister slept on this big old matrass on the ground while my niece slept in her own bed. I couldn’t get into sleep, and at some point i was just staring into the hallway (since i was looking right upon it).
I remember i suddenly saw this figure or shadow crossing the hallway, it went very fast. I’m sure there was nobody in the hallway since i didn’t hear any footsteps or other noise, it was just this shadow that looked like a man’s figure that came across. I was a little scared but afterwards i could just go back to sleep like nothing happened. I never told my family about this because they would just laugh it away.
I also remember i found the hallway creepy in some way. It was always cold there and i never wanted to be on my own in there. I’m wondering if my aunt or my cousins have ever seen paranormal activity in the house but i don’t dare asking because i’m sure they don’t believe in that stuff.
But as for today, it’s the first time i’m telling this story of what i’ve seen that night.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Its very interesting. You should asked them though, don’t feel embarrassed. 7/10 for scares and thanks for sharing!
This might not seem that scary to you guys, but to me it was fucking terrifying.
I was spending the night at my friend Glenn’s house when I was in 8th grade. Our friend Robert was there as well. He always told everyone that he thought his house was haunted, but he didnt seem very scared by it and we didnt think to much of it. that night we had a horror movie marathon and stayed up pretty late watching them.
at one point we went down stairs to get food and take bathroom breaks. the room where we were watching the movies was in the middle of a hall way on the second floor. at each end of the hallway there were stairs that led to the first floor, and above each stair case was a window that faced towards you. it was intimidating at night to walk down the stairs, so on the way down we sort of ran down there.
we got our food and went to the bathroom and each went up stairs at different times because we didnt want to wait for each other.
on my way up, it was very very cold, and i had a strange feeling of dread. i made my way up the stairs and turned the corner to face the window, which i really didnt want to do. as i faced it, i saw myself in the reflection of the window. then, i saw the reflection of a dark, shadowy figure rise up from behind me. i did that thing where you sort of just freeze with fear. it just stood there, and all i could make out was very vague facial features. a mouth, eyes, thats about it.
realizing how scared i actually was, i ran to towards the window i was looking at and ran down the other set of stairs back down to the first floor becuase glenn was still down there. i told him what happened and he didn’t know what to think but it freaked him out.
we both ran up stairs together and into the movie room where we saw that robert was petrified in fear. he told us that he saw the same exact thing and he ran into the room.
we were all really freaked out, and we just agreed to stay in that room till morning. we continued watching movies, and throughout the night we kept hearing footsteps walking up and down the hallway. it couldnt have been anyone else because his parents werent home.
it was getting pretty late, maybe 3 in the morning, i cant remember. we were all kind of dozing off when all of a sudden the lights and the tv turned off. it woke us all back up and we started freaking out becuause the cable box, computer and all of the electrical stuff was still on, so the power couldnt have gone out. all the clocks were working and dvd player was still playing.
it was pitch black so we used our cell phones as flash lights to find the light switch, which had been flipped off.
i was scared beyond belief, so i left and went home. i didnt want to spend the rest of the night there. Robert stayed, and apparently nothing else happened.
i still dont know what to make of it. maybe robert was lying and it was just a coincidence that i happened to actually see the figure. maybe he did see it. i dont know. it was one of the scariest things that has ever happened to me.
since then, glenn told me that he does see things in that hallway. he has seen that shadow person standing at the end of the hallway, about half way down the stairs so you can only see its head. he has also heard footsteps behind him, and when he turns around there is nothing there.
he has taken pictures of the hallway, and sometimes there are orbs, sometimes there is nothing. i dont plan on going back there anytime soon. the face of that thing will forever be burned into my mind.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Freaky. 8/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.
St Michan’s Church, in Church Street, Dublin, is famous for the “charnel house” in its vaults.The dry air has mummified the corpses, there are about thirty such bodies.
Although the atmosphere is perfectly still, some visitors who have lingered for a while in the vault have reported hearing sounds of loud whispering, as in agitated discussion or argument.
True Story, not mine but my best friend who refuses to talk about it anymore.
When she was 10 she shared a room with her sister who is 4 years younger then her, as you can probably gather that was a super annoying thing because she was in fact really annoying! ANYWAY! Her grandmother (Her mothers mother) was sick in hospital suffering from a broken hip, She and her sister decided to put their pocket money together and buy their nan a nice soft night dress to wear instead of the hospital gown and they got it in Lemon yellow the nan’s favourite. One night they were in bed and heard their mother on the phone, she came in and said she had to go visit Nanny and she would be home in the morning and to go back to sleep that daddy was staying home with them. Later that Night my friend woke up to find her sister standing at the window looking into the backyard…She sat up and asked the sister what she was doing and the little sister replied she was watching Nanny walk around the back yard, my friend told the sister that wasn’t funny to shut up and go back to sleep but the sister was insistent that the Nan was there and kept looking into the yard my friend huffed, turned over and went back to sleep.
The next morning they come downstairs to the kitchen and their mother was sitting at the table, the sister ran to her mother and exclaimed she was so excited mummy had brought Nanny home because she had seen her walking around in the backyard last night the mother looked at her with a confused face and asked her to explain herself she went on to say that she tried to wave but Nanny didn’t look up but she knew it was her because she was wearing the Lemon coloured night dress…
My friend just stood there listening to her sisters retelling of events and waited for her mother to yell at her for lying. She told me she will never forget her mothers face blanch white and eyes going wide and mouth dropping as she sat there and just shock her head…
The mother said “Sweetheart mummy didn’t bring Nanny home with her last night because mummy only got home an hour ago…Nanny died last night…thats why mummy had to go to the hospital” Everyone was silent and my friend later told me when she was older her mother told her that her Grandmother had died in the Lemon coloured night dress they had bought her.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Freaky. Nearly 10/10 rating but 9/10 for scares and thank you for sharing.
‘La Pascualita’, who first appeared in the window of a bridal boutique in Chihuahua, Mexico, in March of 1930, has become the subject of some spooky urban legends. These are all attributed to the striking realism of the figure, and the rumor that she isn’t just a mannequin: she’s supposedly the embalmed daughter of the former shopkeeper. Ever since she was first placed in the display window, many people have felt disturbed over the details on the figure, like her fingernails and facial features, and some noticed a similarity to the shop owner, Pascuala Esparza. She became known as ‘La Pascualita’, and despite published statements from the store owner’s family denying her origin, the name stuck. People have said that the figure will change positions at night, and many are creeped out by her gaze, which is said to be piercing and almost ‘alive’. Some of the current employees of the store refuse to change the clothes on the dummy, and many say that their hands break out into a sweat whenever they get near her. ”Her hands are very realistic and she even has varicose veins on her legs. I believe she’s a real person,” one employee was quoted as saying. Whether she is real or not, the display window that La Pascualita resides behind has become a popular place for Dia de Los Muertes altars and she has become a bit of a famous oddity with recent attentions devoted by Mexican celebrities.
A while back, when I was a child, my grandmother lived in a sleepy little town in north Mississippi that’s near numerous Civil War sites (Bryce’s Crossroads, Shiloh). The house she lived in was a converted Confederate barracks; it was long and rectangular, simple, and when she and my grandfather had moved in it needed walls and pieces and parts added to make it a home. They built a porch onto the front end of the barracks that faced the road.
As they were digging the holes for the porch anchors, one of the workers found a large stone that simply had “George” written on it. Now, it wasn’t uncommon to find bits and pieces of Civil War tokens here and there, but they couldn’t fathom why a rock would have someone’s name carved into it in such an odd place.
They ignored it and continued renovating. Years and years later, I made my first visit to the town to see my grandmother and help them move out of the old barracks. It was falling down around them and there was no hope of saving the old building. My dad and his two siblings came to help too and we spent the day carrying boxes across the road to the new house on top of the hill, made of brick instead of rotten wood.
I came to a closet that was full of beads and yarn and thread. My grandmother was great at needlework and she had scads of this type of thing, so I set to work cleaning out the closet. I was immersed in my work, so when I saw someone walk down the hallway out of the corner of my eye, I assumed it was my uncle and said “Hi, Uncle M” to him politely. He didn’t answer.
I thought he didn’t hear me, so I peered around the corner of the hallway to say it again. The man standing at the end of the hallway resembled my uncle — he had dark, tan skin and black hair, but he had odd grey clothes on and he was carrying a cap in his hand. I called to him but he never looked up and simply walked into the den.
I was curious at this point so I followed him to find the den empty save my mother, who was sweeping and boxing up decorations. I asked her if she’d seen the man, and if my uncle was there, but she gave me a puzzled look and told me that my uncle was over in the other house.
He was also wearing a maroon shirt and blue jeans — not a greyish outfit and a cap.
From the kitchen, my grandmother overheard us. “Describe him to me again,” she called. So I did. Tall, thin, with dark skin and slick black hair, dressed in an odd grey suit. As I spoke, I realized that I was describing something incredible; a man dressed in a Confederate uniform.
She just chuckled, shaking her head at me. “That’s George. He must be sad that we’re leaving,” she said, as if she’d known him for years.
To prove her wrong, I went searching for my uncle in the house, wondering if he had some sort of construction outfit on like the drab grey Dickies work clothes, but I soon found him across the road in the other house, with his maroon shirt and blue jeans.
I never saw George again and I never, ever went back to those barracks.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Thats a really cool story. 7/10 for scares and thank you for sharing.
These aren’t very creepy, but my family definitely has ghosts.
My mother’s mother passed away when I was about six. One of my younger brothers was three at the time. A few days after she had passed, said brother was watching a movie with my mother in our living room, my father had taken my sister and I out of the house and my youngest brother wasn’t born yet, so they were alone. All of a sudden the lights in our dining room, and only the dining room, started flickering rapidly, almost like a string of rapid power surges. My younger brother looked towards the dining room and called out “Nanny?” as if he were speaking to our grandmother. The lights immediately went back to normal.
Fast forward eleven years. The second encounter with a ghost happened to me a few months ago. I was at my aunt’s house with my mother, which was my grandparent’s house when they were both still alive. We were were in my uncle’s old bedroom where she keeps her desktop computer looking something up. In that room there is a bookcase in that room with a bunch of old framed photos from when my siblings and I were little and two of our four older cousins. All of a sudden my aunt became very alarmed, she pointed out to my mother and myself that someone had not only rearranged the photos, but there was an unframed photo of my two oldest cousins propped up against a frame that she had not put there. It wasn’t like someone had moved this photo from another room, this wasn’t a photo that had been displayed in a frame so someone would have had to taken it out of an album. My aunt swore she didn’t so it, and she lives alone so were were all a little freaked out. I stayed at my aunt’s later than my mother. We were watching a movie in the family room, which is located at the opposite side of the house from the computer room. I got up to go to the bathroom, which is right next to the computer room. The lights were all off in the hall and the rooms in that area. I went to run on the hall’s light switch when i felt someone blow on the back of my neck, it wasn’t like a breeze, it was definitely the sensation of someone with icy breath blowing directly on the back of my neck (and it couldn’t have been my hair moving, since it was in a bun). I immediately ran back into the brightly lit room my aunt was in and told her what happened and forced her to stand in the hallway while i used the bathroom.
To this day my family swears we have a ghost.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Quite interesting. 7/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.
The Irish Dullahan (also Durahan , Gan Ceann ) is a type of unseelie faerie. It is headless, usually seen riding a headless black horse and carrying his head under one arm. The head’s eyes are massive and constantly dart about like flies, while the mouth is constantly in a hideous grin that touches both sides of the head. The flesh of the head is said to have the color and consistency of moldy cheese. The dullahan’s whip is actually a human corpse’s spine, and the wagons they sometimes use are made of similarly funereal objects (e.g. candles in skulls to light the way, the spokes of the wheels made from thigh bones, the wagon’s covering made from a worm-chewn pall). When the dullahan stops riding, it is at where a person due to die is. The dullahan calls out their name, at which point they immediately perish.
There is no way to bar the road against a dullahan—all locks and gates open on their own when it approaches. Also, they do not appreciate being watched while on their errands, throwing a basin of blood on those who dare to do so (often a mark that they’re among the next to die), or even lashing out the watchers’ eyes with their whips. Nonetheless, they are frightened of gold , and even a single gold pin can drive a dullahan away. The myth may have inspired the Headless Horseman in The Legend of Sleepy Hollow.
W. J. Fitzpatrick, a storyteller from the Mourne Mountains, County Down. He tells his story about seeing the dullahan:
“I seen the dullahan myself, stopping on the brow of the hill between Bryansford and Moneyscalp late one evening, just as the sun was setting. It was completely headless but it held up its own head in its hand and I heard it call out a name. I put my hand across my ears in case the name was my own, so I couldn’t hear what it said. When I looked again, it was gone. But shortly afterwards, there was a bad car accident on that very hill and a young man was killed. It had been his name that the dullahan was calling.”
My friend told me this story some years ago, that one time she was swimming in a lake nearby her family’s summer cottage when suddenly she felt something grabbing her foot. That thing actually started pulling her down under, and she panicked and tried to kick it off. After struggling for a while she managed to escape and swam back to the shore. She told her parents and they laughed it off, thinking she was only imagining things, but decided to investigate it anyway. Next day they discovered a dead body in that lake that had been dead for a few days at least. My friend is still dead afraid of water and has sworn never to swim again.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Omg, 8/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.