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I go to university in Connecticut. I live in the second newest building on campus, but the property is very old and has a dark history. Buildings on campus served as orphanages and hospitals. Some places have even been the site of satanic ritual.
This happened to my sister when I was younger and even though I don’t really believe Ouija boards in general are dangerous (since they’re literally toys marketed by Hasbro), I still have no idea how to explain how this happened or what was actually going on.
The True Story of a Monster that terrorized a German village for years with unspeakably cruel crimes and murders.
In the late 16th century, the town of Bedburg, Germany was terrorized by a diabolical creature that slaughtered its cattle and snatched away its women and children, killing them with unspeakable morbidity. The shocked and horrified townspeople feared that they were being victimized by a raving demon from Hell or, just as bad, a bloodthirsty werewolf who lived among them.
This is the true story of Peter Stubbe - the Werewolf of Bedburg - whose crimes plunged a German town already beset by political and religious turmoil into an unimaginable nightmare, and whose heinous murders rival the bloody viciousness of any of today’s most gruesome slasher movies.
WARNING: The extreme cruelty of the crimes in this case, detailed below, are highly disturbing and not for the squeamish, faint-of-heart or young children.
IN A NONDESCRIPT section of the Salt Lake City Cemetery lies a small gravestone that bears an inscription so unusual that it has for years aroused curiosity, rumor, speculation - even fear - within those who have encountered it. While surrounding grave markers are inscribed with such common inscriptions as “devoted mother,” “beloved husband” or simply “in loving memory,” the gravestone of Lily E. Gray is inscribed with the mysterious and highly provocative phrase: “Victim of the Beast 666.”
There is a terrifying creature, they say, that haunts the dense pine barrens of New Jersey, and its frightening appearance earned it the name of The Jersey Devil.
Well, in elementary school, we had this big ass tree near the back in the fields that everyone called the Devil Tree. My friends and I were really into creepy ass shit even though we would cry ourselves to sleep from our self-induced terror.
I had this really screechy, headstrong, bully-ish friend (that later grew up to be Wiccan, might I add) who decided that we should all grab hands and form a circle around the Devil tree whilst chanting religious gobblygag. I was like hell naw and went to sit with my best friend under another tree as far away as we could get.
We got to giggling and talking about Teen Titans, I guess, and some time later, our other friends came running up to us all excited. They said that the ground had felt like it was slipping around under their feet and that the tree had actually twisted itself around.
I was really amazed but kind of doubtful too ‘cause you know, cool shit had never happened to me up until then. Also, one of the friends was an obsessive-compulsive liar.
BUT, when I was walking back to class in line, I looked way out at the Devil Tree and almost shat myself. The tree has this hollow that was supposed to have been facing the fields, not my damn classroom, which was way off to the side.
The other girls all said they had weird dreams about the tree and Shantal (the Wiccan girl) in particular said that she had seen it in her mirror while she was brushing her teeth or something.
When I was around 15, I think, my dad and I were driving by the side of the school where the tree is visible and I found the hollow facing the street right at us wtf. Also, my younger cousin attends the school now and has informed me that it is now called the Bloody Mary Tree.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Strange. 7/10 for scares and thanks for sharing.
Countess of Transylvania, vampire: Born 1560/61; died, August 21, 1614.
In order to improve her complexion and also to maintain her failing grasp on her youth and vitality, she slaughtered six hundred innocent young women from her tiny mountain principality.
A few months ago I went on a haunted tour to a old mansion a few hours outside of town. I went in with an open mind but nothing really happened to my tour group for the most part of that beside two things, both happened to me. The first one was I saw someone out the corner of my eye as we were walking from one house to another. The best way to describe him was like Slenderman, and in fact that was my first thought as I saw it. I am not sure if this is related to the actual rest of it or if I was just overexcited and seeing things.
The next thing that happened is kind of worrying me though. The tour guide had taken us to a crossroad and told us how funeral survices would take the coffin to the crossroad and if they were an evil person (like a murderer or something) they would walk around in a erratic pattern in the crossroad so that they spirit would get separated from the body and be stuck forever there. He also said that if you make a wish while standing on it the wish will come true. I shrugged and decided to wish that the woman I was swooning after would return the feelings I had for her. Then the guide informed us that making a wish would have made a bargain with Satan, and that in return for the wish we owe him our soul. Despite not being a Christian or anything really this still sent a shiver down my spine.
Weeks went on and I forgot about the incident until one day in class during an exam I heard whispering in my ear. It was like someone was whispering to me but no one was to the side I was hearing it. It was just faint enough that I couldn’t make up the words but I was plenty freaked out by it. I almost instantly remembered what the man had told me - I have sold my soul to Satan.
A few weeks after that I got woken up by my dog barking at my window (the dog was on my bed to the right, the window is to the left of my bed) and just before I was going to yell at him to shut up I heard breathing out the window. It sounded demonic to say the least. As if someone with his entire lung full of phlegm was trying to take his dying breaths. I slammed my window shut (I had it open since it is summer here in Australia) and tried to go to sleep ignoring it.
I have woken up to that situation a few times since then, each time it sounds a little closer. When I got partway through writing this I went to my room to get a pillow and on the way back I passed a mirror. Glancing into it I saw my reflection but with my mouth and eyes weeping blood, I’m probably just seeing things but that’s sure as hell what it looked like. I don’t know if I am just paranoid, losing my mind or what is happening but I am afraid that I have to repay my part of the bargain. All the scary things started to happen after the woman had started to date me.
Even if this is all my imagination I am still worried about the resting place of my soul, if I have one, and that it may be in bad hands. I do not recommend making deals with the devil.
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Creepy. 8/10 for scares and thank you for sharing.
Robert Johnson was a great American Blues musician. Ranked 5th out of 100 on Rolling Stones list as the greatest guitarists of all time. The legend goes that he wanted to be great at guitar and was instructed to head to a crossroads. There he met the devil who tuned his guitar, giving him mastery over the instrument. Johnson did little to dispel the rumors, even encouraging them by alluding to the fact that he had, indeed, made a deal with the prince of darkness. He produced 6 records before his death at age 27.
nightmarejellyfish submitted:
The Devil Walks in Smeltertown
This story was passed down from my Grandma to my father who told it to me. I asked her about the story once at a family gathering, the night she crossed paths with the Devil. It was in a town that no longer exists called Smeltertown. It used to be on the El Paso, Texas and Juarez, Mexico border, it was very small and the smelting industry was the town’s lifeline.
My Grandma, her friend, and their two dates were going to a party in Smeltertown against their parent’s admonishments that the Devil was out that night. This was during the 1940’s, and coming from a very catholic Mexican family, the warning was serious and made in total belief. I don’t know how the community came to know of “The Devil” in Smeltertown, but from what I understand there were numerous strange incidents and disappearances reported so it came to be that Smeltertown was to be avoided, especially during the night.
They were on their way to the party and approaching a small graveyard (I know, I know) to the left of the road. They saw a man walk out from the cemetery gates and begin to walk in their direction. They uneasily joked that the man was really The Devil but stopped laughing as they noticed he was walking very fast and straight at them. When they were yards apart he slowed down as they slowed down, they tried to walk past him to the right just as he made a move to the right, then they tried to move to the left just as he moved to the left (The same kind of thing everyone has done when almost bumping into a stranger).
He smirked, gave a short chuckle, and walked around them. She said that he was dressed all in black and that his shoes made a clomping sound-like hooves. They went to the party and relaxed, remarking about the strange incident. When they were returning to their homes they followed the same route past the small graveyard, this time keeping an eye out for the man. As they were walking past the cemetery they suddenly heard loud steps approaching from behind them, the same clomping tread, but when they turned around there was nobody there.
They turned back to face their path and found themselves facing a very large pig. She said there was something terrible about the animal, the way that it stared at them and was stone still. They took a step to the right and the pig aggressively moved to the right to block their path, they tried for the left and the same thing. The pig refused to let them pass. They all began to feel very afraid, it was very late at night, dark, and the only thing left to do was to run. My Grandmother said she started to pray and the moment she did the pig stepped aside, snorting and heaving, and let them pass. She swears that it happened and that she believed she had met the Devil.”
Fuck Yeah Nightmares Answered: Creepy stuff. 8/10 for scares and thank you for sharing.
The Devil Face game can only be played by one person.
You need 12 black candles to play it.
Step 1: Just before midnight, lock yourself in the bathroom and turn off the lights.
Step 2: Stand in front of the mirror and light the twelve black candles.
Step 3: Close your eyes and keep them closed until the clock strikes midnight.
Then open your eyes.
You will see the face of the devil in the mirror.
