Scary Stories

When I was five, my sister and I went to summer camp. Our parents told us something that had happened while we were away. My mother said: “I was sleeping next to your dad when I woke up cold. I was still half asleep but was able to see and hear. I nudged your father and said it’s cold. Turn the fan off now. There was no reply. I turned on the light to wake him up, he said, ‘Let me sleep’ and fell back asleep. So I turned the light off myself. Later on I kept going to turn the fan off. The fourth time I got up, I had unplugged the fan on frustration. Then I woke up once more and felt even colder. I tried to turn it off but it already was. It was not even plugged in.”

We finally moved out two months later. It still haunts us.

(Sent in by Bisha)

I woke up around midnight and I looked over my parents bed and saw a shadow of my little baby sister. The funny thing is that I could see my parents faces clearly but the shadow was completely dark. Trees can’t do a perfectly human figured shadows. It kept looking at me straight out. Then when my parents moved to get comfortable it looked down looked at them both and looked back at me. I told my mom that my sister is on her bed and awake. My mom said she is not in her bed, she’s sleeping on her own bed. We slept in bunk beds. I looked down and saw my sister sleeping. Then I looked up and the shadow was gone.

(Sent in by Jenny)

This story was made popular after the military junta period in Greece, which was the period during which the military dictatorship had taken over the politics of the country.

So, during this period, in a camp at Creta island, an officer would hide in the bushes near the camp’s entrance and jump when a patrol was nearby, scaring the soldiers and keeping them on high alert. But when a newly-recruited soldier, who didn’t know about the officer, passed nearby, and the officer jumped as always, the soldier panicked and fired his gun straight at him. Unfortunately for the officer, the gun was fully loaded and it didn’t have a safe mechanism to block unintentional firing, so he instantly died. From that day on, at this camp, there have been several incidents which suggest that the officer’s ghost continues his job. Several soldiers have reported that at night they were attacked by a man in uniform and they had all run away from the site. Only a group of three soldiers once stood there to see what this thing was and they saw the man in uniform to fade out as if he was a ghost, saluting them in a military fashion while fading.

(Sent in by Kapoios)

If you are a Muslim, you get wrapped up in white silk before you get buried. They tie the feet and the head part so it stays secure and the person goes to a happy place. If a family member does not tie it, the ghost of the person will wander the world seeking for something. And if someone killed him or her, it will do the same to the murderer. One day, my sister and I were in the car. It was quite late because we just got home from a party with our mom. I was just looking out the window because I was very bored. All of a sudden I saw something white that looked like a bolster in a tree. Then I told my sister to look, in case I was hallucinating. She saw it too. When we both were screaming, our mom asked what was wrong. She looked and didn’t see anything. Then we told our driver to look and he also didn’t see anything. From then on we knew we had 6th sense. Every time we passed that road, we would look in the tree just in case someone is there. Since then on we didn’t see it a lot. So maybe the spirit has gone into the light. This happened not so long ago but sometimes we are still shaking of fear and sometimes we feel it hanging on our backs.

(Sent in by Vonacessa)

When I was nine years old my oldest brother got killed by his best friend. They were playing with my brother’s best friend’s dad’s gun. My brother got shot in the chest and died on the way to the hospital. I was very very close to my brother, I never got to say goodbye to him. A month after his death I started to see my brother everywhere I went, crazy at the age of nine. I started seeing my brother awake and asleep but after a while I started getting used to seeing him, he would talk to me basically, he said he was going to raise me and I know why my dad started to do drugs real bad and my mom was a workaholic. I was going to have to raise myself. My brother raised me and my dreams and when I was 15 he said to me it was time to go home and I said, “You are home, you’re here with me.” He smiled at me and hugged me and said that he was done raising and that god was calling him home now. I cried until I fell asleep while my brother held me and I felt a cold kiss on my cheek and whisper “I love you”. That was the last time I saw and heard from him.

(Sent in by Amanda)