Category: All True Scary Stories

The Water’s Shadow

I haven’t posted this story anywhere so far. I haven’t really thought to. But it seems right to post here.

I live on Long Island. I’m surrounded by ocean, so I know my marine animals. I have seen ducks, geese, swans, plovers, and gulls. I know the local fish species, and I’ve seen seals and sea lions. But this was… something different.

A Final Cry

I’m in the United States Coast Guard and used to be stationed in Oregon, where I’m actually from. Being on the Pacific, there’s trials and tribulations that your average human being would break down at the thought of. We once rescued the broken body of a 3 year old little girl who’s mother threw her off the bridge because of her schizophrenia. I’ve pulled more water logged corpses out of the ocean than I care to admit, but someone has to do it.

The city where I was stationed in is steeped in local legend from ghostly figures standing on the massive bridge, peering over the side, like they’re debating whether or not their ethereal body should take the plunge. (Spoiler alert, if you’re dead, then you jumped.) Spirits on the boardwalk and hitch hiking specters are also pretty standard town lore. However, I had my own brush with the final calls for help from someone beyond the grave.

The Back Watch

Before I start, you need to know that I’ve been in the military for 12 years. I have seen my fare share of creepy shit. Most of the buildings and ships are down right haunted as fuck.  I have been seeing ghost on and off since I was a kid, well more when I was a kid, not as much now, thank fuck.

This story takes place miles off the coast of South America. We were on deployment, so I’m not going to say what ship I was on, or when this took place. Now the ship that I was on wasn’t a stranger to ghost stories, and most my shipmates would gossip about their own, encounters. I didn’t believe it, at first. Cause even though I saw shit when I was young, it never bother me, and most of the stories were repeats from other ships.

Something beneath

My name is Peter Wesker; I’m a marine biologist and a retired deep-sea diver. I know this will sound unusual, but I have a story to tell you and you need to read it. Nobody else will. Nobody else wants to believe me, not even those that saw it first-hand. In 2007, while working for a small deep-sea salvaging corporation, my crew and I discovered something beneath an oil rig. What was it, you ask? We don’t know, nor do we want to know. But you might. In our field, we’re often hired by local authorities and even sometimes international ones to help with missing person cases and even potential murders on occasion.

A few weeks ago I forwarded a transcript request to one of my colleagues, hoping they still had enough pull in the business to net me the information I needed. Reluctantly, they agreed on the terms that I don’t contact them beyond that point. After waiting relentlessly for half a month, a beige envelope arrived on my doorstep this morning. It contained a yellow piece of paper with bold, black writing. Here’s what it said. I urge you to read it carefully.

Texting ghost story

For insight, I’m a teen from arizona, practically the most boring state in the country, and this happened earlier this month, so this story is still fresh in my mind… I will feature screenshots to validate this story but they are not needed for the horror of this experience.

I awake to about 10 notifications from my phone. Mostly Twitter. One caught my eye. I saw that I had a message from my texts and I immediately tap it to see what it was. I have notifications from a group chat with 2 people besides myself. I will use their real first names because it makes it easier with the screenshots. Melina and Aniken. I see texts from aniken and Melina talking. Aniken repeats the message “I killed them all” and when Melina asks “you killed who?” he says “I killed the angels. This has me creeped out and soon I start chatting with them.

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