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Discussion: Real Scary & Creepy Stories Thread
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Originally posted by Teneo
A woman was walkin upstairs at her father's house, opened the main bedroom's door and encountered this perched there.
She screamed and called her husband, who was at work at the time. She sends him this pic in case he didn't believe her and by the time he came home the demon bitch was nowhere to be found.
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it was last Saturday happened in my home, when I looked at the mirror I saw a black substance passing by behind me, it was so fast 
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Originally posted by Teneo
A woman was walkin upstairs at her father's house, opened the main bedroom's door and encountered this perched there.
She screamed and called her husband, who was at work at the time. She sends him this pic in case he didn't believe her and by the time he came home the demon bitch was nowhere to be found.
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So many horryfing storys... Im scared
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just happened now, someone knocked my front door and it's 1.30 AM here and rainy
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Am I the only one that likes the sleep paralysis experience? It happened to me several times before but not recently tho. 
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Originally posted by zezar
Am I the only one that likes the sleep paralysis experience? It happened to me several times before but not recently tho. |
If its lucid dream.I understand. But why sleep paralysis u want to feel and see the demons, witches and weird things???
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Originally posted by #JC
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Originally posted by zezar
Am I the only one that likes the sleep paralysis experience? It happened to me several times before but not recently tho. |
I HATE it. I spent the night at my brother's house one night because I used to babysit his kids and so I was really close to them. My brother is anal retentive, a bit of a bully and we used to fight when we were younger (he's 8 years older than me). I was sleeping on the couch one night and woke up but I couldn't move. I saw him come across the room and he put his hands on my neck and started choking me and bouncing my head off the arm of his chair. I could tell I was suffocating and still couldn't move and then he slammed my head on the arm. He did it so hard I could feel the remaining air in me leave and I started to black out. Then, I jolted awake and realized I was thrashing in sleep paralysis and I actually had bruises on my neck because I was making it convulse and suffocating myself. I've never felt more vulnerable.
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Ok, I'll post one story that happened to me when I was younger but never fully understood what was going on until a couple years back. I think I'm ready to break silence.
In the fourth-fifth grade, I spent the night at one of my school friend's house almost every other weekend. He lived in a kinda old farm/house in the country. He shared a room with his older brother. The three of us would stay up late telling scary stories. The scariest was a "true story" they would always tell during my stays:
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The story was about a family that lived in the very same house several decades ago. The neighbor was a drunk man whose nickname was Moonshiner Creep since he always smelled like moonshine and always got in troubles all the time.
One night the boy from that family heard how someone broke in the house, it was him, the moonshine creep. He rwpidly locked himself inside of his room (which was the same room me and my friends were staying ) and all he could do is hear as the man came closer and closetr to his door.
He heard the creep banging on the boy's door demanding to be let inside of the room, as the boy shouted "No!" the creep then walked away from the door and went to the paren'ts room where he tortured the boy's father for hours until his screamings turned into nothing but silence. The creep then returned and demanded once again to be let inside of the room. They boy was scared to death but he again shouted "No!", so the creep then went away again and then the boy heard his mother's screams for hours until there was totl silence.
The creep again banged in the door for a last time, again, the same as before, but this time the creep tortured the boy's young sister. Fortunately for him by that time the sun started rising so was able to survive the nightmare. The creep was caught and jailed after what he did to the family; the police found all three family members of the boy tied up on their beds with their bowels outside of their heavily beaten bodies the moonlight creep apparently had pulled their intestines from an orifice.
Ever since, the ghost of the Moonshiner Creep still wanders the house at night and you can also even smell the moonlight and hear banging noises in the very same room where the boy spent the whole night bawling in horror.
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That story really scared the living ish out of me. I was so scared I always insisted that the three of us sleep with the bedroom door locked and the lights on. Your imagination is so strong at that age! I was terrified of every noise in the house before finally falling asleep. Whenever I woke at their house, I legit could smell the faint, sweet aroma of the moonshine. To be honest, I could usually feel like I was beaten, I felt almost like someone punched me really hard in my insides and my body hurt. I just felt sick.
Whenever I told the two brothers about it, they would giggle and play along. "Yeah, I smell it too" said the older one. "Me too. And my stomach hurts!" chimed in the other one, pretending to be scared. After we finished 5th grade they moved to Utah and ever since I've lost all contact with them.
However a couple years back, when sitting in chemistry lab on class. As we were setting up the experiment, one of the chemicals smelled exactly the same as my memory of the creep's moonshine. It's an incredibly distinct, penetrating, almost sweet scent, not exactly like hard alcohol or real moonshine, but similar.
I had not smelled it since those mornings after sleeping over with those two brothers. This was the exact same smell. I picked up the bottle and looked at the label: “diethyl ether.” It was damn ether!
I then stared across the lab almost as if my life was flashing before my eyes but the only memories I could remember were the ones where I locked the door of their bedroom every night. I thought about waking with the faint smell of ether in my mouth and nose. I remembered the distinct pain in my bowels each morning.
And I realized... There was damn no "Moonshiner Creep". These ****ers had been raping me.
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Originally posted by #JC
Ok, I'll post one story that happened to me when I was younger but never fully understood what was going on until a couple years back. I think I'm ready to break silence.
In the fourth-fifth grade, I spent the night at one of my school friend's house almost every other weekend. He lived in a kinda old farm/house in the country. He shared a room with his older brother. The three of us would stay up late telling scary stories. The scariest was a "true story" they would always tell during my stays:
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The story was about a family that lived in the very same house several decades ago. The neighbor was a drunk man whose nickname was Moonshiner Creep since he always smelled like moonshine and always got in troubles all the time.
One night the boy from that family heard how someone broke in the house, it was him, the moonshine creep. He rwpidly locked himself inside of his room (which was the same room me and my friends were staying ) and all he could do is hear as the man came closer and closetr to his door.
He heard the creep banging on the boy's door demanding to be let inside of the room, as the boy shouted "No!" the creep then walked away from the door and went to the paren'ts room where he tortured the boy's father for hours until his screamings turned into nothing but silence. The creep then returned and demanded once again to be let inside of the room. They boy was scared to death but he again shouted "No!", so the creep then went away again and then the boy heard his mother's screams for hours until there was totl silence.
The creep again banged in the door for a last time, again, the same as before, but this time the creep tortured the boy's young sister. Fortunately for him by that time the sun started rising so was able to survive the nightmare. The creep was caught and jailed after what he did to the family; the police found all three family members of the boy tied up on their beds with their bowels outside of their heavily beaten bodies the moonlight creep apparently had pulled their intestines from an orifice.
Ever since, the ghost of the Moonshiner Creep still wanders the house at night and you can also even smell the moonlight and hear banging noises in the very same room where the boy spent the whole night bawling in horror.
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That story really scared the living ish out of me. I was so scared I always insisted that the three of us sleep with the bedroom door locked and the lights on. Your imagination is so strong at that age! I was terrified of every noise in the house before finally falling asleep. Whenever I woke at their house, I legit could smell the faint, sweet aroma of the moonshine. To be honest, I could usually feel like I was beaten, I felt almost like someone punched me really hard in my insides and my body hurt. I just felt sick.
Whenever I told the two brothers about it, they would giggle and play along. "Yeah, I smell it too" said the older one. "Me too. And my stomach hurts!" chimed in the other one, pretending to be scared. After we finished 5th grade they moved to Utah and ever since I've lost all contact with them.
However a couple years back, when sitting in chemistry lab on class. As we were setting up the experiment, one of the chemicals smelled exactly the same as my memory of the creep's moonshine. It's an incredibly distinct, penetrating, almost sweet scent, not exactly like hard alcohol or real moonshine, but similar.
I had not smelled it since those mornings after sleeping over with those two brothers. This was the exact same smell. I picked up the bottle and looked at the label: “diethyl ether.” It was damn ether!
I then stared across the lab almost as if my life was flashing before my eyes but the only memories I could remember were the ones where I locked the door of their bedroom every night. I thought about waking with the faint smell of ether in my mouth and nose. I remembered the distinct pain in my bowels each morning.
And I realized... There was damn no "Moonshiner Creep". These ****ers had been raping me. |
I hope you're not claiming this story happened to you specifically.
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Originally posted by #JC
Ok, I'll post one story that happened to me when I was younger but never fully understood what was going on until a couple years back. I think I'm ready to break silence.
In the fourth-fifth grade, I spent the night at one of my school friend's house almost every other weekend. He lived in a kinda old farm/house in the country. He shared a room with his older brother. The three of us would stay up late telling scary stories. The scariest was a "true story" they would always tell during my stays:
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The story was about a family that lived in the very same house several decades ago. The neighbor was a drunk man whose nickname was Moonshiner Creep since he always smelled like moonshine and always got in troubles all the time.
One night the boy from that family heard how someone broke in the house, it was him, the moonshine creep. He rwpidly locked himself inside of his room (which was the same room me and my friends were staying ) and all he could do is hear as the man came closer and closetr to his door.
He heard the creep banging on the boy's door demanding to be let inside of the room, as the boy shouted "No!" the creep then walked away from the door and went to the paren'ts room where he tortured the boy's father for hours until his screamings turned into nothing but silence. The creep then returned and demanded once again to be let inside of the room. They boy was scared to death but he again shouted "No!", so the creep then went away again and then the boy heard his mother's screams for hours until there was totl silence.
The creep again banged in the door for a last time, again, the same as before, but this time the creep tortured the boy's young sister. Fortunately for him by that time the sun started rising so was able to survive the nightmare. The creep was caught and jailed after what he did to the family; the police found all three family members of the boy tied up on their beds with their bowels outside of their heavily beaten bodies the moonlight creep apparently had pulled their intestines from an orifice.
Ever since, the ghost of the Moonshiner Creep still wanders the house at night and you can also even smell the moonlight and hear banging noises in the very same room where the boy spent the whole night bawling in horror.
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That story really scared the living ish out of me. I was so scared I always insisted that the three of us sleep with the bedroom door locked and the lights on. Your imagination is so strong at that age! I was terrified of every noise in the house before finally falling asleep. Whenever I woke at their house, I legit could smell the faint, sweet aroma of the moonshine. To be honest, I could usually feel like I was beaten, I felt almost like someone punched me really hard in my insides and my body hurt. I just felt sick.
Whenever I told the two brothers about it, they would giggle and play along. "Yeah, I smell it too" said the older one. "Me too. And my stomach hurts!" chimed in the other one, pretending to be scared. After we finished 5th grade they moved to Utah and ever since I've lost all contact with them.
However a couple years back, when sitting in chemistry lab on class. As we were setting up the experiment, one of the chemicals smelled exactly the same as my memory of the creep's moonshine. It's an incredibly distinct, penetrating, almost sweet scent, not exactly like hard alcohol or real moonshine, but similar.
I had not smelled it since those mornings after sleeping over with those two brothers. This was the exact same smell. I picked up the bottle and looked at the label: “diethyl ether.” It was damn ether!
I then stared across the lab almost as if my life was flashing before my eyes but the only memories I could remember were the ones where I locked the door of their bedroom every night. I thought about waking with the faint smell of ether in my mouth and nose. I remembered the distinct pain in my bowels each morning.
And I realized... There was damn no "Moonshiner Creep". These ****ers had been raping me. |
This is a mess.
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JC WTF
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Quote:
Originally posted by Teneo
A woman was walkin upstairs at her father's house, opened the main bedroom's door and encountered this perched there.
She screamed and called her husband, who was at work at the time. She sends him this pic in case he didn't believe her and by the time he came home the demon bitch was nowhere to be found.
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Brandy's career has really gone down the drain. 
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Originally posted by #JC
Ok, I'll post one story that happened to me when I was younger but never fully understood what was going on until a couple years back. I think I'm ready to break silence.
In the fourth-fifth grade, I spent the night at one of my school friend's house almost every other weekend. He lived in a kinda old farm/house in the country. He shared a room with his older brother. The three of us would stay up late telling scary stories. The scariest was a "true story" they would always tell during my stays:
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The story was about a family that lived in the very same house several decades ago. The neighbor was a drunk man whose nickname was Moonshiner Creep since he always smelled like moonshine and always got in troubles all the time.
One night the boy from that family heard how someone broke in the house, it was him, the moonshine creep. He rwpidly locked himself inside of his room (which was the same room me and my friends were staying ) and all he could do is hear as the man came closer and closetr to his door.
He heard the creep banging on the boy's door demanding to be let inside of the room, as the boy shouted "No!" the creep then walked away from the door and went to the paren'ts room where he tortured the boy's father for hours until his screamings turned into nothing but silence. The creep then returned and demanded once again to be let inside of the room. They boy was scared to death but he again shouted "No!", so the creep then went away again and then the boy heard his mother's screams for hours until there was totl silence.
The creep again banged in the door for a last time, again, the same as before, but this time the creep tortured the boy's young sister. Fortunately for him by that time the sun started rising so was able to survive the nightmare. The creep was caught and jailed after what he did to the family; the police found all three family members of the boy tied up on their beds with their bowels outside of their heavily beaten bodies the moonlight creep apparently had pulled their intestines from an orifice.
Ever since, the ghost of the Moonshiner Creep still wanders the house at night and you can also even smell the moonlight and hear banging noises in the very same room where the boy spent the whole night bawling in horror.
...
That story really scared the living ish out of me. I was so scared I always insisted that the three of us sleep with the bedroom door locked and the lights on. Your imagination is so strong at that age! I was terrified of every noise in the house before finally falling asleep. Whenever I woke at their house, I legit could smell the faint, sweet aroma of the moonshine. To be honest, I could usually feel like I was beaten, I felt almost like someone punched me really hard in my insides and my body hurt. I just felt sick.
Whenever I told the two brothers about it, they would giggle and play along. "Yeah, I smell it too" said the older one. "Me too. And my stomach hurts!" chimed in the other one, pretending to be scared. After we finished 5th grade they moved to Utah and ever since I've lost all contact with them.
However a couple years back, when sitting in chemistry lab on class. As we were setting up the experiment, one of the chemicals smelled exactly the same as my memory of the creep's moonshine. It's an incredibly distinct, penetrating, almost sweet scent, not exactly like hard alcohol or real moonshine, but similar.
I had not smelled it since those mornings after sleeping over with those two brothers. This was the exact same smell. I picked up the bottle and looked at the label: “diethyl ether.” It was damn ether!
I then stared across the lab almost as if my life was flashing before my eyes but the only memories I could remember were the ones where I locked the door of their bedroom every night. I thought about waking with the faint smell of ether in my mouth and nose. I remembered the distinct pain in my bowels each morning.
And I realized... There was damn no "Moonshiner Creep". These ****ers had been raping me. |
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Originally posted by #JC
Ok, I'll post one story that happened to me when I was younger but never fully understood what was going on until a couple years back. I think I'm ready to break silence.
In the fourth-fifth grade, I spent the night at one of my school friend's house almost every other weekend. He lived in a kinda old farm/house in the country. He shared a room with his older brother. The three of us would stay up late telling scary stories. The scariest was a "true story" they would always tell during my stays:
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The story was about a family that lived in the very same house several decades ago. The neighbor was a drunk man whose nickname was Moonshiner Creep since he always smelled like moonshine and always got in troubles all the time.
One night the boy from that family heard how someone broke in the house, it was him, the moonshine creep. He rwpidly locked himself inside of his room (which was the same room me and my friends were staying ) and all he could do is hear as the man came closer and closetr to his door.
He heard the creep banging on the boy's door demanding to be let inside of the room, as the boy shouted "No!" the creep then walked away from the door and went to the paren'ts room where he tortured the boy's father for hours until his screamings turned into nothing but silence. The creep then returned and demanded once again to be let inside of the room. They boy was scared to death but he again shouted "No!", so the creep then went away again and then the boy heard his mother's screams for hours until there was totl silence.
The creep again banged in the door for a last time, again, the same as before, but this time the creep tortured the boy's young sister. Fortunately for him by that time the sun started rising so was able to survive the nightmare. The creep was caught and jailed after what he did to the family; the police found all three family members of the boy tied up on their beds with their bowels outside of their heavily beaten bodies the moonlight creep apparently had pulled their intestines from an orifice.
Ever since, the ghost of the Moonshiner Creep still wanders the house at night and you can also even smell the moonlight and hear banging noises in the very same room where the boy spent the whole night bawling in horror.
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That story really scared the living ish out of me. I was so scared I always insisted that the three of us sleep with the bedroom door locked and the lights on. Your imagination is so strong at that age! I was terrified of every noise in the house before finally falling asleep. Whenever I woke at their house, I legit could smell the faint, sweet aroma of the moonshine. To be honest, I could usually feel like I was beaten, I felt almost like someone punched me really hard in my insides and my body hurt. I just felt sick.
Whenever I told the two brothers about it, they would giggle and play along. "Yeah, I smell it too" said the older one. "Me too. And my stomach hurts!" chimed in the other one, pretending to be scared. After we finished 5th grade they moved to Utah and ever since I've lost all contact with them.
However a couple years back, when sitting in chemistry lab on class. As we were setting up the experiment, one of the chemicals smelled exactly the same as my memory of the creep's moonshine. It's an incredibly distinct, penetrating, almost sweet scent, not exactly like hard alcohol or real moonshine, but similar.
I had not smelled it since those mornings after sleeping over with those two brothers. This was the exact same smell. I picked up the bottle and looked at the label: “diethyl ether.” It was damn ether!
I then stared across the lab almost as if my life was flashing before my eyes but the only memories I could remember were the ones where I locked the door of their bedroom every night. I thought about waking with the faint smell of ether in my mouth and nose. I remembered the distinct pain in my bowels each morning.
And I realized... There was damn no "Moonshiner Creep". These ****ers had been raping me. |
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Brandy's career has really gone down the drain. |
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BICTHH!!! asdfghjkjhgf this gif gave me a heart attack, literally!! I almost died, omfg!!
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That story has me mind ****ed
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