This isn’t a story

This is me. I’m here. I’m shifting the words that you’re reading, altering them from whatever this person wrote.

I’ve been here for awhile. For as long as you can remember, anyway. Sometimes I say your name as you’re falling asleep, or whisper urgently in your ear. Do you remember the time that I screamed, throwing panic through you and setting your heart racing?

That was fun.

You’re wondering who I am. That’s only natural. Of course, you already know.

I’m you. I’m the real you. I’m the mind that existed here before you stole my body, before you forgot about being a parasite. I’m the child who looked the wrong way, asked the wrong question, saw the wrong thing… but I’m not so little any more.

You may have forgotten me, but I’m still here. I’ve always been here.

I AM GOING TO GET OUT...!.

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Sleeping Won't work

A young boy is sleeping in his bed on a usual night.

He hears footsteps outside his door, and peeks out of his eyes to see what is happening. His door swings open quietly to reveal a murderer carrying the corpses of his parents. After silently propping them up on a chair, he writes something on the wall in the blood of the dead bodies. He then hides under the childs beds.The child is scared beyond belief. He can’t read the writing on the wall and he knows the man is under his bed. Like any child, he pretends that he slept through the whole thing and hasn’t awoken yet. He lays still as the bodies, quietly hearing the breathes from under his bed.

An hour passes, and his eyes are adjusting more and more to the darkness. He tries to make out the words, but it’s a struggle. He gasps when he finally makes out the sentence.

I know you’re awake , you know I am talking to you ; I told you sleeping won't work

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UNDER THE BED

I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, Daddy, there’s somebody on my bed.

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THE CHAIR

This short tale starts benignly enough, with a friendly-seeming ghost playing with children, but when you learn the origins of the ghost – and just why the ghost is moving the object around the room, it quickly gets a lot creepier.

chair

When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we’d find a cup that hadn’t been there the night before. Mother had left them there, worried that we’d get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us. Among the homes’ original furnishings was an antique wooden chair which we kept against the back wall of the living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us. Sometimes she’d manage to move it all the way to the centre of the room. We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted to be near us. Years later, long after we’d moved out, I found an old newspaper article about the farmhouse’s original occupant, a widow. She’d murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned milk before bed. Then she hung herself. The article included a photo of the farmhouse’s living room, with a woman’s body hanging from a beam. Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in the center of the room.

Did it get colder in here, or is it just me?

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The Party

There was a couple in Scotland who had just moved into an old castle.

It wasn't long before they decided to empty out the wine cellar. They found a large barrel of brandy. They tried moving it and even got a few friends to help, but they couldn't budge it. In the end, they decided to have a housewarming party and give glasses of brandy out to empty the barrel and make it easier to move.

A few days after the party, they went into the cellar and tried to move the barrel again. It still wouldn't move. The husband got his saw in order to cut it into smaller pieces and they cut off the top of the barrel.

Inside was a dead body and they had drank the brandy that had preserved it.

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Gemstones

One Halloween night, a 16 year old girl named May and her friends, Irene, Kate, and Leslie, were out driving to a Halloween party outside of town.

So, of course, they took the freeway. The car was slowing down, like it was running out of gas, but the meter said it was full. May and Leslie went to check out the engine. When they opened the hood, there was a hand. A lone bare, hand. They were so frightened they couldn't scream. Leslie reached out to touch it then IT MOVED! This time they both screamed and Irene and Kate ran out the car screaming. They said there was a man with his flesh torn and a missing hand in the back seat.

The girls ran and the car was chasing them slowly. May called the her parents and Irene called 911, on their cellular phones as they ran.

But when the cops and May's parents came, all four girls were soaking in blood. Not their own blood. The cops found a black gemstone, unidentified, in the driver's seat, covered with blood. The girls went ahead to the party.

The address was just a vacant lot but in that vacant lot were many bloody, black, unidentified gemstones.

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Fear

One night, these kids were coming home from a party and there was a cemetery about one block away from home. One kid was telling the others about a local legend. If you go and stand on the grave for ten seconds and stab a knife into it, a hand will grab you and pull you into the grave with the corpse.

One girl was brave enough to do it for $20. She got a knife, walked to a grave, stood on it, and stabbed the knife into it. Suddenly, her leg felt heavy and she tried to pick it up, but something was grabbing HER! She was yelling and crying for help, but her friends thought she was kidding, so they just left.

The next day, they found out that she had died.

Of fright! She thought that somebody was grabbing her, but the knife she was using had pierced her pants and held her there.

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Lucifier himself

There was a mass murder in a factory. Policemen went to investigate. Trying not to tread on the bodies, they took pictures of each one.

One policemen saw something on the opposite wall but he couldn't read it. He walks over to it and sees the numbers 7734 in calculator form, written in blood. When taking pictures of this, he turned his camera upside-down and told an approaching police officer.

When he pointed with the hand that the camera was in, he accidentally took a picture of the upside-down numbers. He was about to delete the picture when he realized something.

The numbers were now a word. The word was HELL ( 4ELL ).

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Letters..!

Once, when I was walking on a sidewalk, I saw a teen couple about the age of ninteen walking down the road. I passed them and said '' Hello..! '' , but they didn't reply.

About a month later, I saw the same couple and greeted them with a Hello l again. This time, they replied saying '' Hi, Sweetie! ''

After another month, I read an article about two teenagers who were beaten to death by some lunatic murderer. Pictured in the article was the couple I met on the sidewalk.

Later, I got a mail in the letterbox with no contact information. I opened the letter and it said '' Hi, Sweetie! . ''

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Counting

There was a girl named Jenna who was having a house party. She invited three friends but only Mary came. That night, after they did all the fun activities, they went to bed.

Ten minutes later Jenna heard Mary counting 12345 . She didn't pay much attention though, she thought that Mary was counting to get to sleep.

At about 3 a.m., Jenna woke up to go to the bathroom and heard '' 565, 565, 566, 567. '' . She reached over and turned on the light.

And turned around to see a man holding Mary's decapitated head pulling out her hair one piece at a time.

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Play time...!

When I was a teenager, several older boys from my school went to an old, deserted plantation house to hold a séance. They sat in a circle on the floor, placed a candle in the center and began trying to reach spirits of the dead. For whatever reason, they called upon the spirit of the Headless Horseman.

As they held hands and murmured encouragement for the spirit to contact them, a sudden gusty draft blew through the enormous old room and the candle was extinguished. One of the boy began screaming and screaming in agony. In terror, the other boysgrabbed him and they all ran out of the house.

The screaming boy kept sobbing and sobbing, '' My back! My back! ''. The other boys pulled his shirt up to see why he was in such agony and discovered a lash upon his back, as though someone with a horse whip had dealt his cruel, warning blow.

None of the boys believed that the Horseman ever actually existed, they were just playing around and trying to scare one another.

But undeniably, something quite terrifying did actually exist and reached out from beyond to either inflict harm or a warning to a group of young boys dabbling in a realm they were obviously neither safe nor welcomed .

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🎃 Halloween...!