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Discussion: Real Scary & Creepy Stories Thread
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Originally posted by Eternium
When I was 12, I made my first Facebook. I included my real name, phone number (I inherited my grandma's phone number when she died because my mom wanted to keep our consecutive end numbers), address, etc. I mainly used it to play games. After uploading my first picture, a sexy guy added me. He must have been in his early 20s. He started messaging me and told me he was gay, worked for EA Sports, was afraid coming out would cost him his job, etc. I remember being blown away that he added me and checked his pictures to confirm he was real. He had like 200+ photos and was painfully sexy. He was one of the first people I could talk about gay issues with and so we spoke very often.
Fast forward a couple of months, and he invites me on one of his trips to Chicago. He started getting sexual with me and the idea excited me, but I knew I couldn't just up and go to Chicago with a random man no matter how sexy he was. He started saying things about how he'd want to bang me on the way there while I wore nylon stockings and had a weird fetish for that. I knew it was wrong to even consider going anywhere with a pedophile and didn't want to get beheaded, so I rejected him. Eventually, he stopped sending me messages and forget all about me.
A couple weeks later, right before his Chicago trip, a car pulls up outside my house. I never told him where I lived and hadn't talked to him in months, but I knew it was him. My house has a HUGE set of windows and he looked in right at me (he was soooooo sexy and fit). I ran to the kitchen, grabbed my fattest knife and ongest knife (I used to practice for emergencies because I lived in the hood. I then ran in to the bathroom, closed and locked the door, barricaded the door and took a towel and covered myself in the tub so I wouldn't be visible. I heard him walk around my house and knew he was looking in my windows. He started screaming my name and I was so grateful for my knives. Then, he started calling me. I knew he could hear my phone from outside because he yelled that he could and I started to cry. He said he would come inside. My family locks all of our doors but our front door. He would have no problem coming in. Everything was deadsilent and I could hear him stepping up my ancient front steps. My dog, an obese, old dog, finally started barking and went crazy. He must not have thought I was worth it (I'm cute, I swear) so he finally left. I cried for like two hours in that bathroom until my family came home. Now I have a thing for daddies but I'm probably too old for his sexy, crazy butt.
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Omg I'm glad your okay.... Anyways what's his Facebook lol
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Originally posted by BudBud
Omg I'm glad your okay.... Anyways what's his Facebook lol
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Originally posted by Starships
I have so many stories. I used to be in a group who go to haunted places lol. I doubt y'all really wanna read.. They're really scary.
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-_- that's literally what the thread is for
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Originally posted by Alexis Neiers
can we post random scary stories? bc this creeps the **** out of me 
"About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.
Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see." |
This one by far takes the cake 
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Originally posted by KatyLegendperry
A couple years ago me and my family rented a cottage in Muskoka (a secluded "cottage country" area in Ontario, Canada). We rented it for the week and we were the only ones staying on the property, other than the owner who we had met earlier in the week. We went in to the owner's house when we checked into the cottage and she had so many weird things in her house, like little tiny skulls and locks of hair hanging on strings from the ceilings One night we were all sitting at a bonfire and on the other side of the property we saw the owner of the cottage digging with a shovel. We didn't think anything of it but the next day we went on a walk around the property and we saw where the owner had been digging the hole. There were flowers planted around it with a little rock marking the spot where the hole had been dug (you could tell there had been a hole dug because the soil on top looked fresh)
We rented a different cottage in Muskoka earlier this summer and the cottage that we stayed at with the creepy owner has been boarded up and the property has been blocked off |
Bookmark: NEVER go to Muskoka
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Originally posted by Eternium
When I was 12, I made my first Facebook. I included my real name, phone number (I inherited my grandma's phone number when she died because my mom wanted to keep our consecutive end numbers), address, etc. I mainly used it to play games. After uploading my first picture, a sexy guy added me. He must have been in his early 20s. He started messaging me and told me he was gay, worked for EA Sports, was afraid coming out would cost him his job, etc. I remember being blown away that he added me and checked his pictures to confirm he was real. He had like 200+ photos and was painfully sexy. He was one of the first people I could talk about gay issues with and so we spoke very often.
Fast forward a couple of months, and he invites me on one of his trips to Chicago. He started getting sexual with me and the idea excited me, but I knew I couldn't just up and go to Chicago with a random man no matter how sexy he was. He started saying things about how he'd want to bang me on the way there while I wore nylon stockings and had a weird fetish for that. I knew it was wrong to even consider going anywhere with a pedophile and didn't want to get beheaded, so I rejected him. Eventually, he stopped sending me messages and forget all about me.
A couple weeks later, right before his Chicago trip, a car pulls up outside my house. I never told him where I lived and hadn't talked to him in months, but I knew it was him. My house has a HUGE set of windows and he looked in right at me (he was soooooo sexy and fit). I ran to the kitchen, grabbed my fattest knife and ongest knife (I used to practice for emergencies because I lived in the hood. I then ran in to the bathroom, closed and locked the door, barricaded the door and took a towel and covered myself in the tub so I wouldn't be visible. I heard him walk around my house and knew he was looking in my windows. He started screaming my name and I was so grateful for my knives. Then, he started calling me. I knew he could hear my phone from outside because he yelled that he could and I started to cry. He said he would come inside. My family locks all of our doors but our front door. He would have no problem coming in. Everything was deadsilent and I could hear him stepping up my ancient front steps. My dog, an obese, old dog, finally started barking and went crazy. He must not have thought I was worth it (I'm cute, I swear) so he finally left. I cried for like two hours in that bathroom until my family came home. Now I have a thing for daddies but I'm probably too old for his sexy, crazy butt.
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OMG sis  He was probably up to no good so thank god you didn't give in. Glad you're safe.
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Originally posted by KatyLegendperry
A couple years ago me and my family rented a cottage in Muskoka (a secluded "cottage country" area in Ontario, Canada). We rented it for the week and we were the only ones staying on the property, other than the owner who we had met earlier in the week. We went in to the owner's house when we checked into the cottage and she had so many weird things in her house, like little tiny skulls and locks of hair hanging on strings from the ceilings One night we were all sitting at a bonfire and on the other side of the property we saw the owner of the cottage digging with a shovel. We didn't think anything of it but the next day we went on a walk around the property and we saw where the owner had been digging the hole. There were flowers planted around it with a little rock marking the spot where the hole had been dug (you could tell there had been a hole dug because the soil on top looked fresh)
We rented a different cottage in Muskoka earlier this summer and the cottage that we stayed at with the creepy owner has been boarded up and the property has been blocked off |
That's not even close to scary, he probably just buried his dog or something  It's normal for such things to go out of business, like you said, you were the only ones staying there and there's an economic crisis 
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The one TRUE story that freaks me out the most is the Elisa Lam thing. Check it out if you don't know, or don't bother if you want to sleep.
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Originally posted by YUNGKALIMXEL
The one TRUE story that freaks me out the most is the Elisa Lam thing. Check it out if you don't know, or don't bother if you want to sleep.
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Not that scary either, she probably had some psychosis or a bad trip from drugs, judging by the way she acts in the video
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Originally posted by BadMonster
Not that scary either, she probably had some psychosis or a bad trip from drugs, judging by the way she acts in the video
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No drugs or alcohol were found in the autopsy
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Shouldn't have read any of this ****
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Originally posted by Dark Horse
No drugs or alcohol were found in the autopsy |
After she'd been lying in a tank of water for days or maybe even weeks  of course all that stuff is going to be out of your system.. but you can also have psychosis from a natural cause, didn't have to be drugs
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this happened to me when i was around 5 or 4 and was still living in south korea. but basically i was alone in the playground in broad daylight, and this man comes up to me and says if i come with him, he'll give me something nice and i just said "my mom told me not to follow strangers" and i literally remember him saying "your parents taught you well" and just leaving like that.
it's just disturbing because this was around 1991 where there was this famous unsolved case of this kidnapper ransoming this family for money, and it continued for like a month and a half. they never caught him and it turns out he killed the kid the first day he kidnapped him
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Member Since: 8/18/2013
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Originally posted by uusagii
this happened to me when i was around 5 or 4 and was still living in south korea. but basically i was alone in the playground in broad daylight, and this man comes up to me and says if i come with him, he'll give me something nice and i just said "my mom told me not to follow strangers" and i literally remember him saying "your parents taught you well" and just leaving like that.
it's just disturbing because this was around 1991 where there was this famous unsolved case of this kidnapper ransoming this family for money, and it continued for like a month and a half. they never caught him and it turns out he killed the kid the first day he kidnapped him
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you just served him the truth tea 
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This isn't as scary as the other stories in this thread but it's something, I guess.
I've been going to the gym with my sister the entire summer. Our house is about 5 minutes away from the gym by foot so we walk there most of the time. The gym we go to is fairly small, so we all know each other even if just by sight. Anyway, about two weeks ago my sister didn't go to the gym for whatever reason. That marked the first time she didn't go since we started going together. So I went alone, I had literally just started my first set of the day when I notice a lady behind me trying to speak to me (I had music on so I couldn't hear her). I take off an earphone and she asks "Is your sister coming today?" and I just shake my head no. And that was that, I didn't see her leave but I didn't see her in the gym after that. I had never seen that lady before but I figured if she knew my sister, she must be a friend.
So I go home and everything is normal, I tell my sister that some lady was looking for her. My sister has a puzzled look on her face and I begin to describe what the woman looked like. She kind of looked like a Mexican Pink with short red hair. My sister then tells me that she doesn't know anyone like that. My sisters starts to text her gym friends if they saw/know her but no one knew about her. We waited for the following Monday to ask the guy in charge of the gym if he could check his computer to see who checked in that day (we have pin numbers to type in a machine that registers our entrance, otherwise you aren't allowed in). So he checks his computer, which shows the pictures of those who registered and there's no sign of the girl and he says no girl with short red hair came in that or that there is one that goes to the gym in the first place.
We really don't know what to make of it but there's been a lot of kidnappings here lately (I live in Mexico) and most of them involve girls that are aged 13-25. My sister is 23. Just a few months ago, a girl that lives a few blocks away from my house was kidnapped, raped and killed.
Sorry if it's too long and incoherent, it's 3:30 and I can't fall asleep. 
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Originally posted by Slim Shady
OH and back in March 2011 I went to soccer practice, it was my team and a team of girls practicing on the same field and then all of a sudden I hear screams and I turn around and see them pointing in the woods and there was a dead man who hung himself (it was visible from where I was) and it was terrible so then the coaches called the police and they took the body down and covered it, KEEP IN MIND I WITNESSED THIS WHOLE THING BECAUSE WE HAD TO KEEP PRACTICING and then like a ton of police cars came and we had to leave.. This was also the same day Femme Fatale came out in the US so after practice I went to store and bought my CD  |
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Omg I'm glad your okay.... Anyways what's his Facebook lol
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Inspirational. 
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