[Butters]

...and this is a true story

About ten years ago I was recently divorced and living alone in a one bedroom apartment. The place was clean and the rent was decent. One of those places that had a doorman, I felt safe here. I was alone and loving it, focused on my career and not on my clingy ex husband. Things were finally looking up for me.
At the time I was working pretty late at the office and would often stumble into my apartment sleep deprived in the early hours of the morning and wake up by 6:30, 7ish to start the day. I started noticing that in the morning my door would be unlocked sometimes, I usually dismissed this as my sleep dead brain thinking that the bed looked more appealing than locking the door. Another thing that I noticed since moving in was that I seemed to misplace things more than I used to, little things like a hairbrush or nail polish, that sort of thing. It wasn’t really that big of a deal, just enough to be a slight annoyance in my day.
The longer I lived there the more frequently I seemed to forget to lock the door, at first it was every once in a while then it seemed like an almost daily occurrence. More things went missing, things like pictures, shaving razors and most disturbingly, my underwear. This went on for long enough that I started to get a little paranoid. I started to take the time at night to make sure the door was locked, I got into a habit of every night after I locked the door to turn the handle three times and say to myself “It’s locked, it’s locked, it’s locked.” Time after time I would wake up and the door would be unlocked. One time I even tried staying up all night to watch the door, but I ended up falling asleep in my chair.
I decided that my mind was not reliable enough to stay up all night so I invested in a video camera. I went all out and bought the fanciest camera that I could get my hands on. So one night I set the camera up facing the door. I hid the camera under a pile of towels on the floor. I locked the door and went to bed.
When I woke up, my apartment looked normal. Nothing missing that I could see. I decided to check the tape. I fast forwarded through hours of footage, not seeing anything. I was just about to give up when I noticed the handle of the door jitter. Then it slowly crept open. A figure slid through the half opened door. And walked towards the camera. It paused. Looked around as if it was listening for something. Then walked forward into direct view of the camera. I paused the camera, the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck started to rise. I was staring directly into the face of the maintenance man of the building. I could see those big thick glasses and curly hair. I had no doubt who it was. I played the tape a little more. He looked comfortable as he walked around the apartment. Then he turned and walked towards my bedroom and out of the view of the camera.
I didn’t know what to do, sobbing I called the police. I tried to explain over the phone but couldn’t. Soon enough two officers arrived at my doorstep. I told them everything and showed them the tape. I remember seeing the blood drain from their faces. They promised me that I was safe, and that they where going to get this guy.
I needed to lay down, but didn’t want to be alone. One of the officers offered to stand outside my apartment door as I took a nap. As I was laying in bed unable to sleep but to drained to move, something kept nagging at me. I laid there for a few minutes tossing and turning, unable to get comfortable or rest. My mind was racing. Then a realisation slowly washed over me and chilled me to the bone. We watched the tape, and saw the man enter my home…but we never saw him leave. I froze , then started shaking. I needed to get to the front door. I sat up and looked around the room. I couldn’t see anyone. I swung my legs over the side of the bed cautiously, my feet hit the cold wood floor and I felt warm breath on my ankles. I raced out of my apartment as fast as I could and to the safety of the police officer. He called for backup. They found the man under my bed, clutching a knife and a Polaroid camera.
To this day I cannot sleep alone.

[BlooRiverAnimal]

Apparently it's true ...

A man and woman went to Las Vegas for their honeymoon, and checked into a suite at a hotel. When they got to their room they both detected a bad odor. The husband called down to the front desk and asked to speak to the manager. He explained that the room smelled very bad and they would like another suite. The manager apologized and told the man that they were all booked because of a convention. He offered to send them to a restaurant of their choice for lunch compliments of the hotel and said he was going to send a maid up to their room to clean and to try and get rid of the odor.

After a nice lunch the couple went back to their room. When they walked in they could both still smell the same odor. Again the husband called the front desk and told the manager that the room still smelled really bad. The manager told the man that they would try and find a suite at another hotel. He called every hotel on the strip, but every hotel was sold out because of the convention. The manager told the couple that they couldn't find them a room anywhere, but they would try and clean the room again. The couple wanted to see the sights and do a little gambling anyway, so they said they would give them two hours to clean and then they would be back.

When the couple had left, the manager and all of housekeeping went to the room to try and find what was making the room smell so bad. They searched the entire room and found nothing, so the maids changed the sheets, changed the towels, took down the curtains and put new ones up, cleaned the carpet and cleaned the suite again using the strongest cleaning products they had. The couple came back two hours later to find the room still had a bad odor. The husband was so angry at this point, he decided to find whatever this smell was himself. So he started tearing the entire suite apart himself.

As he pulled the top mattress off the box spring he found a dead body of a woman.

[Tylerbv]

Well I'm not sleeping tonight because of the story about the camera

[BlooRiverAnimal]

These damn dolls.

This is my true story about a scary doll that freaked me out. It’s all true. And it happened to me. My two cousins lived about an half hour away from my old house. We would visit them frequently when we were small. My cousins, two girls, shared a room and they had a bunk bed. One night when my brother and I slept over their house something occurred that I don’t have any explaination for, up to today. My brother slept with my youngest cousin while I shared the top bunk with my other cousin. (we were kids, and the bunks were big enough to hold 2 small kids comfortably)

Suddenly, I woke up, my eyes just opened. It was early morning, between the time where night ends and dawn begins. Pale bluish light filling the room, you know what I mean? Well, I sat up in bed, (remember we were in the top bunk) the room had that eerie look, due to the blue light and the perspective from the top bunk. At the foot of the bunk beds, there was a dresser with a huge mirror on it. There are few things on this dresser, little girl things, dolls, jewelry boxes, and so on.

I was fully awake, and I knew it. I looked over at my cousin at my side, she was sleeping. I looked outside the window, which was at my other side of the bed…it was starting to get lighter. Then, I looked at the dresser. On the dresser, in the center, there is a huge doll, those old fashioned kinds, with full, ugly pastel colored dress, bonnet on its head, glass eyes that open when it’s upright and closes when you lie it down, those type of dolls. This doll was looking right at me.

I didn’t notice anything unusual until it started to move slowly. It moved its head and looked out the door into the hallway, and blinked its eyes. Then, it slowly turned its head back towards me. I sat there, in terror. I started to tremble. I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do. The doll blinked at me again. I was suddenly filled with horror…I can’t explain it…I was so uncontrollably terrified. I wanted to scream, but couldn’t. I kept staring at this doll. It moved its arms up a bit, it was those type that was jointed, like a barbie doll’s arms. It repeated the process of turning its head towards the door and back to me.

While staring at the doll, I reached over and tried to shake my cousin awake…she wouldn’t awake…(she is a deep sleeper.) I don’t really remember what I did next, horror probably blocked out some of it. The next thing I remember, I was in my Aunt’s bedroom, screaming for her to wake up. She woke up, and asked me what was wrong. My screaming had woke up the kids, and they came into her bedroom. I told them what happened. All of us walked back to the kids’ bedroom. I was so scared to point out the doll. But I managed to do so. My Aunt went over to the doll, and checked it out, and stated that I must have been dreaming. The only person that believes me is my cousin that I was sharing the bunk with. She told me that a few things have happened in that house, such as hearing footstep pounding up the stairs, when nobody was there.

From that day on, I would never, never go into my cousins’ bedroom by myself. Thank god they have moved house now, so I don’t have to worry about that anymore.

[Butters]

My mother sleepwalks. I don't know why but it scares me. It's a very terrifying thing to walk out of your bedroom at night to see a woman walking around but not replying to you when you ask her what the actual **** she's doing.
Due to my studies being finished for the year I have become like a member of Kiss - rocking and rolling all night and partying every day. And by that I mean I browse reddit all night and sleep every day. There are times during my reddit browsing when I walk out of my bedroom for some awesome reason to be confronted by my mother standing in the middle of the living room. I just take her back to her room, threaten her with death if she does it again and continue about my nightly duties.
So this particular night was no different. Reddit etc. and then I said to myself "I really need to pee!" and so I walked out of my bedroom. I saw my mother standing there and assured the half awake half asleep sleep walker that I would be back to take her back to her bed after I've peed. I sat down (I'm a chick and sometimes we pee sitting down, but that's a story for another day) and mid-pee I realised something. My mother is out of town tonight.

[BlooRiverAnimal]

ffffffffffffff @ that story.

[genetic fail]

I love the darkness

[BlooRiverAnimal]

Eat **** and Die

A few years back when I was 11, (I am 18 now), I used to attend my older brother's soccer practices near a very deep and thick forest. There were no bathrooms around, and one time I had to take a ****, so I quickly ran behind some bushes a little ways into the woods, out of sight of my father.

I do my thing, and start to make my way back after stopping to look at a squirrel. I hear a disturbing screech and turn around to see a young man dressed in black with dark stains around his mouth and on his hands. He screamed again and made threatening motions. I sprinted as fast I could out of there, yelling for my father and brother or anyone.

I made it out safely, but after I left I realised the stuff on his hands and around his mouth was my excrement.

[BlooRiverAnimal]

Last story I'm posting before I scare myself so bad that I can't sleep.

My sister and myself and one of our friends were walking from another friend's house back to my parents place one Friday night. We live in a small Midwestern town, in the country, really. The road we're on is flanked by woods on one side and a cornfield on the other. There aren't any businesses, very few houses, and even fewer cars on this road.
We're all talking and laughing and enjoying each other's company when we see a man walking in our direction but on the other side of the road. We , at least I, don't give him more than a passing glance as we walk past. However, just a few moments later, my sister looks behind us and mumbles "oh, ****." I look behind us, too, and see the guy we just passed had turned around and was now walking in the same direction of us. I watch as he crosses the street and is now on the same side of the street as us, following behind us.
By now my friend also knows about the guy, and we're all a little, just a little, freaked out. It's a safe town, and we've lived there our entire lives. I guess being raised and living in a really safe area makes one feel more at ease in creepy situations. It's like you say to yourself, "nothing bad ever happens here, so nothing bad will happen now."
None of us seemed to want to check behind us again, so we walked for a little while, before my sister worked up the courage to look back again. Immediately she turned forward and said "He's right behind us." I can't look, but I know she's right because I hear whispers coming from just a few feet away. I can't understand what he's saying at first. I ask my sister, "What's he saying." She doesn't know.
I can tell my sister is starting to become perhaps not less scared, but maybe more pissed off than she is scared. It's like I can hear her thoughts and she's saying "**** this guy." The next thing I know my sister stops, so our friend and I do too, and watch as she says, "What the **** are you saying?"
I finally get a good look at the guy. He's tall and thin, long greasy dark hair. I remember thinking how pale he was for the middle of the summer. There we all stood, him looking at us and us back at him. He stares at us from a moment, and then says in a voice calm as a glass of water "Run." We have just enough time to look at each other before he screams "RRRRUUUUNNN!"
Guided by his good advice we three bolt. We don't stop until our lungs and legs are spent. Bent over at the waist I look behind us, and see the man - far in the distance now - walking down the road going away from us, the direction he was originally headed.
When we reach my parent's house, we tell my mom and dad about it. They decide it was just some asshole trying to scare us. Mission acomplished.

[Witchpop]

This is one of my favorites.

In 1983, a team of deeply pious scientists conducted a radical experiment in an undisclosed facility. The scientists had theorized that a human without access to any senses or ways to perceive stimuli would be able to perceive the presence of God. They believed that the five senses clouded our awareness of eternity, and without them, a human could actually establish contact with God by thought. An elderly man who claimed to have “nothing to left to live for” was the only test subject to volunteer. To purge him of all his senses, the scientists performed a complex operation in which every sensory nerve connection to the brain was surgically severed. Although the test subject retained full muscular function, he could not see, hear, taste, smell, or feel. With no possible way to communicate with or even sense the outside world, he was alone with his thoughts.

Scientists monitored him as he spoke aloud about his state of mind in jumbled, slurred sentences that he couldn’t even hear. After four days, the man claimed to be hearing hushed, unintelligible voices in his head. Assuming it was an onset of psychosis, the scientists paid little attention to the man’s concerns.

Two days later, the man cried that he could hear his dead wife speaking with him, and even more, he could communicate back. The scientists were intrigued, but were not convinced until the subject started naming dead relatives of the scientists. He repeated personal information to the scientists that only their dead spouses and parents would have known. At this point, a sizable portion of scientists left the study.

After a week of conversing with the deceased through his thoughts, the subject became distressed, saying the voices were overwhelming. In every waking moment, his consciousness was bombarded by hundreds of voices that refused to leave him alone. He frequently threw himself against the wall, trying to elicit a pain response. He begged the scientists for sedatives, so he could escape the voices by sleeping. This tactic worked for three days, until he started having severe night terrors. The subject repeatedly said that he could see and hear the deceased in his dreams.

Only a day later, the subject began to scream and claw at his nonfunctional eyes, hoping to sense something in the physical world. The hysterical subject now said the voices of the dead were deafening and hostile, speaking of hell and the end of the world. At one point, he yelled “No heaven, no forgiveness” for five hours straight. He continually begged to be killed, but the scientists were convinced that he was close to establishing contact with God.

After another day, the subject could no longer form coherent sentences. Seemingly mad, he started to bite off chunks of flesh from his arm. The scientists rushed into the test chamber and restrained him to a table so he could not kill himself. After a few hours of being tied down, the subject halted his struggling and screaming. He stared blankly at the ceiling as teardrops silently streaked across his face. For two weeks, the subject had to be manually rehydrated due to the constant crying. Eventually, he turned his head and, despite his blindness, made focused eye contact with a scientist for the first time in the study. He whispered “I have spoken with God, and he has abandoned us” and his vital signs stopped. There was no apparent cause of death.

[Butters]

Originally posted by kidfromurmemory

This is one of my favorites.

this is amazing

is it a true story?

[Witchpop]

Originally posted by Butters

this is amazing

is it a true story?

I don't know. I love it though.

[BTrisc]

All of you scary hoes.

[BTrisc]

This story got me for some reason.

http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Expressionless

[WFL]

Originally posted by Su-Barbie-A

Have you guys fell a weird vibe when you go to get a drink near midnight and then walk as fast as you can to your room cuse you feel that vibe gets closer?

Always.

[Callum]

Originally posted by Butters

...and this is a true story

k this one creeped me the **** out. glad i read it in the daylight cos if i read it at night i would NOT sleep.

[superben]

Originally posted by BlooRiverAnimal

[Witchpop]

Originally posted by BTrisc

This story got me for some reason.

http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Expressionless

Another one of my favorites.

[WFL]

Originally posted by Butters

One of my faves:

Masterpiece

I've been lying down for hours now. It's 5:35AM and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I'm in the same room as my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but look back and try not to cry or scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's a strong scent of blood and I feel paralyzed with fear.
Here's the thing. The second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm completely ****ed. I will die and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out but the only idea I have is to rush for the front door and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die. He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.

You're probably wondering what's going on. I do tend to get ahead of myself sometimes.

About three hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check on the noise before realizing I had to use the restroom. Instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could've gotten myself killed right then, for my stupid actions, I did my business and took a peek outside the bathrrom. There was blood on the carpet. I got very worried and ran back to my room, hiding under the sheets like the ***** I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that it was just some really vivid dream or something.

But I heard my bedroom door open. Like the terrified child I was, I peeked out from under my blankets to see what was going on. I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room. It was not human, I can tell you that. It was hairless, with no eyes or clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my parents. But this thing was much smarter then any caveman. It was aware of what it was doing.

It propped my Dad up on the edge of my bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. It then started rubbing its hands on the walls, staining them with blood and then drew a circle with the devil's pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece. To finish it off, it scribbled a message into the wall that I could not read in the darkness.

It then positioned itself under my bed waiting to strike.

The scariest thing now is my eyes have adjusted to the darkness since then, and I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at it, because it's terrifying to think about it. But I feel I need to see, before I'm killed.

I peek at the creature's masterpiece.

"I know you're awake."

[BTrisc]