As you know, it's the spooooookiest time of year! What better way to get you into the Halloween spirit than with some good ol' fashioned scary stories!? We asked you to send in your creepiest tales that would have us chilled to the bone! It's safe to say we'll be sleeping with the lights on tonight! We got a ton of amazing entries, so you know this was not an easy decision!
Check out our faves below.
"Why did I agree to do this dare to go into this abandoned house?" I sighed and started to walk towards the door to leave. "There was nothing to see here," I moaned to myself. As I was about to turn the doorknob, I felt a sinister presence breeze past me, I gulped as I slowly turned out. I could hardly see anything, It was dark and dusty. I rolled my eyes because it was probably just the wind. I was about to turn back round to face the door to exit but a sense of fear ran through my veins as I saw a distorted figure hovering beside the window from the corner of my eye; the moon revealed the menacing-looking creature beside me. It was not human, it was nothing but. The creature was a pure black long crooked figure, I couldn't see its face. Did it even have a face? I screamed my lungs out and tried to open the door but it wouldn't open. The deadly critter made a loud crying sound and quickly went on all fours whilst its bones cracked and crawled rapidly towards me. This is it.
A dark, eerie air filled this Halloween night while a group of friends hosted a Halloween party. The night was still and the party-goers were concerned when they looked outside and saw no trick-or-treaters. Suddenly, the leaves began to whistle and a powerful gust of wind emerged to reveal a patch of pumpkins coming to life, cackling, dancing and wickedly chanting "it's coming" with clusters of bats appearing out of the night sky. The friends quickly locked the door and blocked the windows trembling in fear from the horrifying sight. Before the friends could settle down, there was a spine-chilling knock on the door. One of the friends looked through the door's peephole only to see a tall and slender, indiscernible figure. A ray of moonlight shone on the figure revealing it to be a tall doll that came to life, angrily saying "come play with me".
One night in the forest, some friends and I wanted to see if the legend of the moss was true. According to the legend, there is a dangerous moss in the forest, that supposedly kills you if you touch it. My friend, Brook, and I decided to split up from the others. We searched for hours and found nothing. After getting tired of searching, Brook finally came to a conclusion. "Let's just go home. The legend of the moss is just another silly story!" "You're right." I agreed. Suddenly, there was a loud shriek coming from the other side of the forest. We both froze in place and looked towards the direction the scream came from. Brook and I ran frantically around the forest, yelling and screaming the names of our friends, believing that the scream came from one of them. The forest was so quiet, that even if our friends were there, they were refrained from talking. Out of no where, Brook froze in place. I was confused at what she was looking at, until my eyes followed hers to the ground in front of her. Moss. It was in front of her. Covered... in blood.
The loud creaking of footsteps against the wooden floor in the hallway only increased the fear in her body, palm cupping around her lips, she trembled under the bed. She gripped the house phone into the free palm, her thumb pressing the numbers to call for help, bringing it close to her ear with an unsteady shake, tears smudged the mascara that was already making it's way down her eye bags. And before she could even hear a second ring, she had already been violently dragged out from under the bed, the phone dropped on the dust collecting floor, a female voice echoed from the line, "your call has been forwarded to an automated voice messaging system..."
I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.
Danny drove through the dark boulevard. It was almost midnight and he was supposed to be home hours ago. His eyes flickered from the empty road to his wristwatch. "Five more minutes..." He mumbled.
Today was his daughter's birthday and Danny wanted to give her a doll. They were tight on cash, but Danny wanted to make her happy. In order to buy the overpriced toy, Danny had to work overtime at one of his two jobs. He was exhausted, but joyful. Everything he did was for his little girl after all. Danny arrived home at the stroke of midnight. He marched inside, not bothering to close the door. To his surprise, his daughter was sat in the foyer playing with the same doll he had bought.
"Daisy! Happy birthday!" Danny exclaimed, rushing to hug his daughter. "That's a cute doll you have! Where'd you get it?"
Daisy turned around and flashed a smile. "Mom gave it!"
Chills crept down Danny's spine. "That's impossible!" He thought. His wife had died giving birth to Daisy! Suddenly, a female voice he hadn't heard in years whispered behind him.
"Happy birthday Daisy!"
I had trouble sleeping as a child and was mostly awake during late hours, I would stare at the ceiling or look through the window. My room had two large glass windows and it was situated at the first floor. One night as I was having trouble sleeping, I looked through the curtains and saw a girl about my age across the street. I've never seen her before in our neighbourhood. I was confused as to why a child would be outside their home at that time. I closed the curtain thinking it was just my imagination and peeked through it again, this time, she was already standing on our porch. I waved at her and she waved back, she also said something but it was inaudible because she was outside. I opened my window and we spoke for a while, I was convinced that she was now my friend. I then started to feel drowsy so we said our goodbyes.The next morning my mom asked our family to get dressed because we were visiting a neighbour's funeral. We arrived at the funeral and I managed to peek through the glass top of the coffin, it was the girl from last night.
A father is laying in bed after just waking up, he grabs the baby monitor and walks to his desk in his home office.He can hear his wife singing to their baby, he cracks a smile as he hears his wife say "Go to sleep… go to sleep…"
Suddenly, the front door opens up and his wife comes in with groceries...
I walk home every day by myself. Most nights I'm alone on the streets until one night a dog ran up to me...followed by its owner a charming young person they spoke not a single word to me, just pointed to the dog, and just that signal alone made the dog whimper and go back. I apologized if they thought I took their dog they just looked up at me and smiled..I wish they never did that after seeing that smile that's when it all started...the constant sound of the dog, the constant sound of their footsteps. I knew they were around they followed me, stalked me. I needed help but every time I brought it up, people thought I was crazy "honey there's no dog here.." "honey are you feeling alright". YES, I AM FINE, I would always yell back; but it never ended, I heard it every day..every night..they hunted me like I was prey and they were the predator. I looked everywhere for help. I even ended up in a museum one day and that's when I saw it...the first exhibit, it was them pictured. I couldn't help but break out into a manic laugh.
"DO NOT WATCH." was the first thing that Shawn read on the dirt-crusted VHS tape he was holding. His heart was racing fast not out of fear, but out of excitement and curiosity for what this tape might contain. His brother, Leo, is the opposite, he's nervous and doesn't think this is a good idea seeing as Shawn found the tape in a shady antique store. Not wanting to wait any longer, Shawn slipped the tape into the VHS player and a loud pop suddenly came from the player, it scared them but they just laughed it off. Their joy soon faded when white static filled the old screen, filling up the dark living room with bright light. It didn't take long for the static to stop, it was replaced by a video of a man in hoodie digging for what appears to be a hole, big enough to fit another human. They couldn't see who the person was, then the man in the video turned around and looked at the camera, he smiled at them. A text on the screen appeared saying "I told you not to watch" then a loud knock came from their door.
The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotten nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams.I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream. I checked my alarm clock that read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.
When I was in elementary school, my father would often take me hiking in the mountains. One night, we had stayed out too long and it began to grow dark. A thick fog drifted over the hillside and we could barely see the path in front of us. My father was holding my hand to make sure I didn't fall. As we made our way down the slope, I noticed a small, shadowy figure appearing out of the mist on the path up ahead. My father suddenly squeezed my hand very tightly.
"Ow, Dad! That hurts!" I cried.
My father looked down at me. His face was grim. He told me to shut my eyes. His tone of voice was so stern that I did as I was told without questioning it. He kept a tight grip on my hand and with my eyes tightly shut, I stumbled along beside him through the fog.
When we passed the spot where the shadowy figure had been, I heard a small voice muttering, "Die, die, die, die, die…"
The rest of the way down, my father was silent and it wasn't until we got back home that he finally allowed me to open my eyes. He has always refused to speak about the incident.
20 years later, I paid my father a visit. He was drinking his favourite drink and we were having a heart-to-heart conversation. Something reminded me of the strange incident on the mountain path and I decided to ask him about it. My father was silent for a quite while and eventually, in a low voice, he replied, "It was you."
With that, he refilled his glass and refused to discuss it any further.
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