Scary Stories

My mum had many builders renew our small and old bathroom one day. It was soon fixed and I was one of the first to get in to have a shower. My mum had not told me that the light was a sensor, so when you step in the light comes on but when it can’t sense you it goes out. So before I know it the light went out. That time I was facing the mirror in the shower. As soon as the light turned on, for a second I saw a skull looking at me with gaping black holes. I screamed. My friend Isabella was there – outside. And she was the one that helped me calm down – after I dressed up. Thank goodness I had her in the house or else I would have been alone. Recently, I kept on seeing shadows and doors kept on opening. My friend Isabella says that that is the same at her house. I don’t know what’s going to happen next.

(Sent in by Esha)

One night my parents were going to my aunt’s funeral, but I didn’t know that. So they told me they were going out so I wouldn’t feel bad. Five minutes after they left there was a knock on the door. When I answered the door it was my aunt. So I said, “Hey Aunt Janet.” She said very softly, “I have come to get something.” So I let her go in my parents’ room to get her belonging. She came back with a necklace she said my mom had borrowed. She then left. Twenty minutes later my parents came home and told me my aunt was dead. I said, “No, she just came here to get her necklace.” My parents then took me to a grave yard, there they dug my aunt up to show me she was dead, but I noticed something, she was wearing the necklace she came to get.

(Sent in by Shanetta)

‘Rrrrinng!’ my alarm clock sang. I jumped off my bed, dancing wildly.

Today was finally the day! I ran across the room to my wide window. I pictured myself playing Frisbee in among the large swarms of people in the beautiful, glowing, caramel-colored sand under the warm, golden, sand. Just
thinking about it made me jump about with joy! My mother had told me to stop jumping about and get my things ready, but I had that done ages ago. I was so excited, I finally get to go to the beach!

As soon as I had finished my breakfast, I grabbed my things, sped out the front door, and hopped onto the opened, black, Jeep. Every thing was packed into my little, pink, backpack: sunscreen, shades, sandals, a hat, and a bar of chocolate which my parents didn’t know about. As my dad started the car, I imagined what would happen on the beach. Would I meet some elves who’ll give me a pot of gold? Or would I bump into a genie who’ll grant me three wishes. I knew those things weren’t possible, but my senses were telling me something just as exciting was about to happen!

When I arrived at the beach, I learnt that I had fallen asleep on the 1-hour journey. When I woke, I saw that there was a kind looking, black-bearded man. He introduced himself as Johnson, but he said that everyone called him Black Beard. “I can tell why,” I commented. Before I knew it, I got indulged in a conversation with this fascinating old man. He showed me some secluded locations on the beach, like the Camouflaged Caves
or the Hidden Hills. Soon I heard my mother calling me telling me it was time to go.

We were on the way home when my father said, “Did you know that there’s a legend saying that the ghost of a pirate called Black Beard haunts the beach?”

(Sent in by Ayesha)

I was watching television when all of a sudden I heard and felt wind blow across the room. I also felt the presence of someone walking across me and over my head. I was so scared I froze. When everything went back to normal and I never felt anything anymore, I got up to see what it was. I saw foot and hand prints everywhere all over the walls but never did they try to harm us ever.

(Sent in by mommy of four)

Well this happened a few months ago, I was 14 and my parents and I moved from San Antonio to California because my dad was offered a job as a photographer. Anyways we traveled to California by car and it took two-and-a-half days to finally get there. So when we got there my dad called the guy who offered him the job and said, “Hey, we are all here,” and my dad puts the phone on speakers so we could hear what’s going on, and the boss says, “Ok meet me in the small town of Hemet and we’ll go to Starbucks and discuss the plan.” So anyways we arrive at Starbucks and he walks up to us and we expected him to be in a white old t-shirt but no he had slim jeans, white v neck, blazer, silk scarf and we were like, “Whoa he’s cool.” So anyways we talked for a good hour and finally we decide the plan, we get up, shake hands and walk out of the coffee shop with our hopes up. Anyways we start looking for a house and after two days of sleeping in hotels we finally find a house we can afford. The former owner of the house claimed that the house was haunted, that’s why he moved out, but we thought nothing of it, he’s just a crazy old man. So we start to unpack and settle down, you know the usual. As I’m unpacking my clothes and my other stuff, I hear noises coming from the attic. I then start to remember why the old man moved out, so I just slapped myself and said, “No Nikolas, don’t be a idiot, there’s no ghost,” so I just shake it off and go back to my unpacking. Later on after we finished unpacking we started to relax, I got on my laptop and started emailing my friends back in San Antonio to see how they were doing. Then I hear that noise from the attic again. I decided to go see what was going on, when I get up there the noise ceased. I looked around the empty attic wondering what was causing the noise, it was really spooky in there, so I went back down to my room and continued what I was doing. Night approaches and as I’m getting ready for bed, I hear the noise again, this time I just ignored it and hopped in bed. I woke up in the middle of the night, it was about 2:00 or 3:00am and I heard the noises again. I started getting a little nervous, the noises stopped but a minute later I heard footsteps coming towards my room. At that point I’m terrified, I pull the sheets over my head, the door opens and these heavy footsteps are walking towards my bed. I held my breath for a few minutes and closed my eyes. A second later the footsteps go away and the door closes. The next morning I woke up at about 9:00am, I just laid in bed thinking about what happened last night. I finally get up from bed and as I’m walking over to the kitchen, I overhear my parents discussing something that happened to them last night. I thought to myself, “Hey, I’m not the only one who had that experience.” So I walk into the kitchen and when my parents noticed me walk in they stopped the discussion they were having and said good morning to me. I said good morning back to them, got a glass and filled it up with orange juice and went back to my room. Sometime in the afternoon my dad’s manager paid us a visit to see if we were all settled in. He asked us if we wanted to join him for lunch, my parents agreed, but I said, “No, I want to stay home,” but of course my parents have a thing for making a good impression, so they talked me into going. We finally get back from lunch and as my dad opens the door we hear crashing coming from inside the house. He opens the door quickly but nothing, everything is in good condition, nothing is broken, that’s when we hear the crashing again, it came from my room. My dad rushes in fast and realizes it was just an action movie on tv that was making all the noise, but that can’t be, I turned off the tv before we left for lunch. Anyways my dad spends all night getting ready for his first day on the job, he was really frantic, me and my mom tried to calm him down, but when we did, he yelled at us, so we just decided to let him do whatever he has to do. Anyways I hop in bed and like 3 minutes later, I’m fast asleep. All of a sudden I hear these heavy footsteps coming towards my bed, that’s when I finally say to myself, “I’m not scared anymore.” I pulled the sheets from over my head but nothing could’ve prepared me for what I was about to see, it was a man, he had a long black beard and mustache, he was wearing a black overcoat and was holding a shovel in his hand. I could see my drawers right through behind him, I was terrified. I thought he was going to kill me, so I started praying. By the time I knew it, he was gone. I had trouble sleeping the rest of the night but I managed to get some sleep, the next morning I tried to tell my parents what happened but as I started to explain they stopped me and said they already knew. I was like, “Great, now all we have to do is ditch this house and get a better one,” but they said it wasn’t that easy, that it would take a while. So anyways things start to cool down, the ghost or spirit doesn’t show up, the noises went down, and my dad was enjoying his new job. Until 3 months later when we finally put the house up on sale, things started to turn bad, the noises started to come back, the ghost of the man started to appear more often. I think the ghost was angry about us leaving him. Anyways we finally had everything packed up. As we make our way for the door, the chair in the living room flew across and almost hit my dad. Then everything in the room started flying and hitting us. We tried to open the door but it wouldn’t open. Finally my dad grabbed a chair and broke the glass door. We ran out, got in the car and drove away fast. A few weeks later, we found a better house that’s much closer to the studio my dad works at, and ever since then our lives took a turn for the better, but we will never know who that ghost was, we’ll be better off not knowing.

(Sent in by Nikolas)