Category: All True Scary Stories

The Dark Figure in the Night

By Michelle Miraglia

Okay so a little background information… I moved back in with my nana about 2 months ago now. Now, I’ve always had trouble sleeping and I’ve also had I guess the feeling of being asleep and not being able to move a muscle but last week I came home from classes around 9pm.

I came in talked to nana for a minute then hopped in the shower and finally after a long ass day made it to my bed. I got up to take my meds and then proceeded to begin the process of falling asleep. Now I am very used to it taking forever for me to actually go into a some what deep sleep and on this specific night I fell asleep rather quickly. Well I have to sleep with my door cracked at night just in case my nana calls out for me. So I woke up to what I thought was my nana calling me so I opened my eyes still laying in bed and looked out of the cracked door in my room and when my eyes finally focused I was just staring at the door I think just waiting to hear nana call my name again so I didn’t get up for nothing in the middle of the night in a very dark and quiet condo. So as I was peering out the opening of the door I started to see this giant black figure appear and as I realized what I was looking at I tried my absolute hardest to move but, nothing…

The Watcher

By The_Patato_Guy13

Hello, this might be a long one but it is all true. When i was a child my grandmother would tell me these scary stories about things in her home country. She is from Greenland and when she met my grandfather they moved to America and had my mother and aunt, this will be important later. So my grandmother was telling about this one man, she said his name was the watcher. The story goes like this, Long long ago in Greenland there was a man who lived in a small town.

He was a nice man who loved to give candy to the children in town. One day the man invited a lost child into his home to try to help hem. One man saw what happened and got the wrong idea. So the townspeople marched to his house and grabbed him. They them burned him alive, but before that happened he said a spell that anyone who was in that group of people he would come back from the dead and kill them, their children, and their children’s children. So back to the story. I never knew my grandfather, he died before I was born so my mom and aunt went to Greenland to bury him in the family plot.

The Little Girl who Wasn’t

By LadySparrow

I lived in a house from hell for four years, from age eleven to almost sixteen. There was constantly something happening. Doors flying open and shut, voices, footsteps. Nothing ever stayed where you put it. I was alone there a lot because both my parents worked and I was constantly terrified.

One of the most gut-level disturbing things though was the little girl in my bathroom. Every time I walked past my bathroom door (which was constantly since it was right outside my bedroom) I saw a little girl with blond curled hair and a rose-colored dress. She just stood there, staring, looking like a photograph from 1905. I started keeping the door closed so I could walk by without seeing her, but she was always there when I opened it. Once I stepped in past her, I couldn’t see her anymore but I could feel her there. She scared me, but I felt really sorry for her because she was trapped there, just like me, but probably forever.

The Shadow Man

By sorceressofthenile8990

So, a little back ground information before I get into the meat of this story. I was in my second year of high school when this happened and I was under a lot of stress at the time. Maybe that had something to do with it, I can’t really be sure. Anyways, leading up to this strange occurrence, I remember feeling like I was being watched by someone wherever I was alone, regardless of where I was, I would feel this unsettling presence and as a result, I began to lose sleep and grow both paranoid and more isolated. That was when the dream happened.

I remember finding myself in a densely wooded area at night. I didn’t know why I was here or where I was going, but all I knew was I had to get out of there. I kept to the well beaten path, armed with my flashlight and only my footsteps to keep me company. That was when I saw it. Or rather, him.

I CANNOT Be Alone After Dark

By Mr. J. Rosewolf

As I write this at the beginning I have to make sure that my wife, dog, and one of my best friends are in the same room as me, and the lights on. Even so, I still look cautiously towards the mirrors and windows of our small home, in fear of what I am going to re-live as I write this.

Some background on myself, I am 23 year old transgender male and to keep everyone’s privacy I will be changing names. I go by Grim now, my old name will remain private so in the story i will refer to myself as Rose.
I have always been sensitive to the paranormal, even as a young child. An example of such, is when a year after my mother left my father, I was about a year and a half old and we were living in a place called farmersville CA. My mother would wake up every night to me screaming like someone was shaking me, only to later find out that right where my room was, they found the skeleton of a toddler crammed into an old orange crate while they were tearing out the old orange groves to make the apartments. I have many other stories but this one I will be going in depth, is the one which haunts my nightmares. Some more info: My mother has been married 3 times currently, my father (who ended up being an alcoholic) was her first marriage and my sister’s father was the second, and for future reference this takes place during my mother’s second marriage to a bastard that I am calling Nick. Now as seeing where he grew up I can understand slightly why he was such an abusive waste of human life along with his fucked up mother, but I digress.

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