Scary Stories

(This is totally true! I try to tell my mom, but she thinks I’m crazy!)

When I lived at my old house, I would have weird dreams. I was about 5 years old and I had woken up at around 3:30am. When I woke up I looked over to my vent by my closet and saw something. What I saw has scared me to death. I saw a very tall thing with it’s head looking down. It had on a black cloak with triangles cut out of the bottom, and it was floating about 2 feet above my vent! When I looked at it, it started to lift it’s head up to look at me! I was so scared, so I closed my eyes and hid under the covers. I looked again and it was gone!

Then about 6 months ago I was sleeping (in my new house with the light on) and my door was shaking. I thought it was my cat, so I went to let him in. I opened the door and no one was there, so I locked the door and tried to go back to sleep. My doorknob starts to shake like someone is trying to get in. I totally bug out! The doorknob keeps turning and the door starts to shake, like someone is trying to force open the door. I am crying about now and I start to turn on a movie. The door keeps doing that until the movie was half-way over. The door has done that once since then, but sometimes I feel like it’s watching me, because my homemade chime moves when I’m not looking… 0_o

(Sent in by Gabby Marie)

One night I was up watching a show called Ghost Whisperer with my mum when she decided to go to bed, so I sat up and watched the rest of it by myself. Half way through in the break I went to get a drink from the kitchen, when I noticed mum had turned the kitchen light off, which she never does. I thought she might have forgotten, so I walked out to get my drink, when I saw something in the corner of my eye. It was a Dark Shadow, darker than the rest of the room shaped as a man’s figure. I got really scared and ran to the
light switch and turned the light on. The Shadow Man disappeared. When I told my mum she just laughed but I knew what I saw was real. Although I haven’t seen him again, strange things still happen and once my mum said she saw a shadow of a man walk past the kitchen window, when I was outside hanging the washing out.

(Sent in by Isha)

Annabella walked down the small, hay-covered path. Her mom was just in eye-sight distance. She kept on staring back to make sure her mom left. All she was going to do was eat her lunch she packed then go back to her mom. She finally ran to the small wooden oak tree that was at the end of the path. She laid her red blanket out and sat on it. She unfolded the paper bag and pulled out her lunch. She began to eat, when she heard a weird bird chirp. It wasn’t any of the normal ones. Not a sparrow nor a crow. She looked around, when she spotted a small owl perched on a small branch above her. She smiled. The owl dropped a small, rolled up piece of paper tied together with a red satin string. She pulled the string off and unrolled the note. She slowly read the note. “Hello. These will be the last words you read.” She panicked and grabbed her lunch. The owl hooted. With her lunch in her hang, Annabella was knocked out dead by a large fallen branch. The owl picked up the string and tied one strand of her hair to the branch. The owl took the paper and slit a paper cut in her lip. In the mist of the silence, the owl slowly morphed into a misty-like figure. It slowly absorbed Annabella’s blood while her hair was still tied to the branch. Once finished, it grabbed the branch, her lifeless body flowing in the hot, humid summer breeze. Nine days later her mother found out of the horrid murder. She grieved. More and more. She longed for her baby girls killer to be brought to justice. She waited. Waited. One day her mother, Trisha, took to her daughter’s bedroom. She pulled a thread off her daughters satin blanket, she wrapped it around a rope, and hung herself. The family of Annabella Isalms was never heard from again…

(Sent in by… Isabella)

In early November, me and my friends Ashlee and Mallory went to St. Augustine to see the light house. In the lighthouse, we took pictures and recorded E.V.P.’s. (Electronic Voice Phenomenons) In the basement of the keeper’s house, we all had this feeling that we couldn’t explain. We were so uncomfortable we had to get out of the basement. I noticed that I was shaking and I couldn’t control it. When we were reviewing the “evidence”, we came across a voice. It sounded as if it was saying “Mom” in a soft, and child-like voice. I then noticed a scratch on my knee. It wasn’t there before we went to the light house. Over all, It was a great trip, but I still don’t know what had scratched me, and who the voice was from.

	The St. Augustine Lighthouse
	Entrance to the St. Augustine Lighthouse.
	Staircase with possible Orbs! Orbs look like they’re ‘walking’ down the stairs.
	Mallory felt very uncomfortable right when we got into the basement, also asked, “Can you give us a sign of your presence?” Paused. “Please?” During the pause we heard (on the EVP device on Mallory’s phone) a little kid (sounded like a little boy) say, “Mom?”
	We also did the walking Ghost Tour in St.Augustine and something tapped Mallory’s leg. In the picture you can see a very clear Orb (moving?)

(Sent in by Lauren)

I am 11 years old and this happened April 3rd 2010. My family and I went to St.Augustine for Easter, we went to this one guys really old house, his name was Chip. He had told us that the house was haunted by a ghost named Elizebeth. He said she died there about 9 years ago. I was looking around and I went into a room. The door was being held open by a heavy, metal weight. I was all alone and looking at a old picture when suddenly the weight rolled away as if it was being kicked, then the door slammed shut really fast. No windows were open and there were no air vents in the room. I stood there for about 5 seconds trying to explain to myself what just happened, then I ran to the door grasping it with my hand and flung it open, running and screaming as fast and loud as I could. I promise this story is 100% true.

(Sent in by Annie)

I was about 12 or 13 when myself and a group of friends (4 of us in total) were sitting on some stairs. It was about 1 in the morning and we were just messing around saying scary stories. Out of nowhere I felt kind of uncomfortable… everyone stopped talking and a cold breeze came between us (and there was like black dust or something like that)… we all turned to the other set of stairs, there was an awkward silence… a black shadow (but it wasn’t really a shadow, I don’t really know how to explain it) was just standing there (we couldn’t talk or move at the moment) we couldn’t see the face or arms because it was just all black… but we saw it kind of smiling at us… in a matter of seconds it ran to the other side of the apartments and disappeared into the wall… the weirdest thing is after this happened we talked about it and WE ALL SAW IT!!! A few years later I remembered about this encounter and I told them about it… and they told me that they don’t remember it… weird right? I got really scared when they told me this… but it’s like some people say when something truly disturbing happens to you… you tend to block it unconsciously and so you “don’t remember it” and I just want to say that this truly was a scary experience for me.

(Sent in by LAYLA)