Scary Stories

You might believe this, and you might not.

I was sleeping over at my best friend Jackie’s house, and her cousin who is older than us was with us (though he wasn’t sleeping over.) We began talking about the paranormal, which eventually led to Bloody Mary.

From my memory, I was dared to do Bloody Mary. Now, hearing what she can do, I refused. Jackie’s cousin, (Billy) still tried to bribe me into doing it, but Billy was a tricky person and I knew he must be planning something. So instead of me doing it, Jackie did. We were even standing outside of the door. We heard her chant “Bloody Mary” and heard her turn the sink on.

When she came out, she said nothing happened. But after Billy left, she told me firmly that in the mirror was a girl with a blood-soaked white dress just standing there. It did not attempt to grab Jackie. This was about last year or so.

Now, just yesterday I got a call from Jackie. She told me that she was really creeped out. She took a bath and was humming to herself in her parents’ room, and when she finished drying off and dressing, she was doing stretches. When she put her head in between her legs, she saw a black figure about six feet tall. When she looked back, it disappeared.

Bloody Mary will probably stalk you ever since you tried this “mirror legend”. Be aware of this before you try it. Even if she doesn’t appear when you try it.

(Sent in by Ivy)

Well, let me start by saying that as a child, I had an extremely over active imagination. I used to have to lie in bed as a child and ignore the little noises I thought I had heard or roll over, burying my face in the wall if I were to feel a strange warm stale draft, as if someone’s breath, on my tightly clenched eyelids. The worst was the night’s with a full moon. See, in the pitch black, I could make myself ignore things, but when the moonlight shone through my window, things got a little worse. With just enough light to fuel my fear, I would see something standing at the edge of my room, then get up the nerve to sprint to the light switch just to prove to myself that it was nothing. Most times it was my rain coat hanging from the floor lamp, or a thin strip of brighter moonlight casting a figure on my bookshelves.

One night I’ll always remember, I was sitting in bed sweating. It was summer but I refused to take off the covers, feeling as if they would protect me. I laid there with my eyes closed trying to ignore the clock out in the dining room that was louder than I’d ever noticed before, “TIC-TIC-SCRAPE, TIC-TIC-SCRAPE”. As I laid there, I suddenly had an image to go along with the sound. I pictured some sort of injured animal with long claws limping around my bedroom, “TIC-TIC-SCRAPE.” I very quickly opened my eyes and glanced down beside the bed. Nothing. But as I quickly surveyed the room I saw something much more startling. A figure standing about halfway between the foot of my bed and the bedroom door (and the lights witch). It looked very pail and very thin. It stood staring at me through one shattered pink eye. It looked like it had it’s arm raised trying to shade it’s eyes against the light from the window.

I sat in bed, freaking at first, wanting to scream but remembering the constant warnings from my parents about letting my imagination run away with me. I didn’t dare trying to make it to the light switch with this thing standing between me and it. I would just have to stare at it and figure out what it really was. I spent hours in this room every day, surely I could think of what would cause this optical illusion in the dark. As I sat watching and trembling slightly, I guess the moon must have moved from behind some clouds outside, because brighter light started to creep across the bedroom. I thought to myself, “great, now I’ll be able to see what it really is.” As the light stretched across the apparition’s face I could see just a little more… I could see what looked like a smile. I started to whimper slightly and shove as much of my body up by my pillow as possible. I stilled tried to be a big boy and not be scared, but then whatever it was dropped down out of sight, beneath the bed’s footboard! There was nothing that could keep me from screaming then, but a massive asthma attack did limit me to just one. As my parents made it into the bedroom and had to rush me to the emergency room, and due to the asthma, never questioned why I was screaming. I convinced myself it was a nightmare and half buried myself down between the wall and my bed to sleep for the next month.

To this day, my room has to be pitch black and I can’t have any clocks that make noise.

(Sent in by Christopher)

This is a true story. No lie. There is a field across the road from my house. A few years ago, big, iron bars were put up around the field. The funny thing was, I never seen any builders or anyone putting them up…

One day, my friends and I were just sitting down on the grass when I heard a wailing noise. “Did you hear that?” I asked one of my friends. We began looking around. We kept on hearing it and we began to really freak out. I glanced over at the field with the bars around it. A dark hooded figure with no face was coming closer and closer to us. We all screamed and ran.

We are still unsure why they put up them bars. No one knows. Maybe it was to stop the banshee getting out or innocent people getting in…

To this day, the banshee is still haunting the field and trespassers. No lie.

(Sent in by Ashling)

A man was walking down the street when he stumbled upon a photograph laying in the snow. He picked it up and noticed it was of a girl smiling and holding up the peace sign. There was something striking about the girl in the photo, so he slipped it into his pocket and continued on his way. Later that day the man got into a car accident and died. The only thing not totally wrecked in the accident was the picture of the girl which had fluttered away in the breeze. Later that day another man found the picture but instead of the peace sign, the girl was holding up three fingers.

(Sent in by Rose)

My dad and I were on the road to Dallas, Texas, he was driving. We were in Mexico when we both saw a white women ask for a ride, my dad saw her two times, one on his right side and again on his left side.
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I was thirsty and so I got up to get a drink of water, when I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. I was sleepy and must have been imagining things. Suddenly I felt a cold breeze across my face, I turned around, nothing, but when I turned back towards the sink… there outside the window I swore it was a floating head. I wanted to scream but I couldn’t. I wanted to run but couldn’t. The thing’s eye was hanging from its socket, its mouth was hanging open exposing little pointy teeth with blood dripping
everywhere on its face. I closed my eyes tight for about five seconds then opened it. The thing was no longer there. I ran back up the stairs as fast as i could, I certainly did not fall asleep that night and I will never be able to forget what happened that night.

(Sent in by Rachel)