The Person

By JJ

I’m 15 years old and I live on a ranch outside a small town in southern Minnesota. This is important, our house has a sidewalk or path thing leading straight from my back porch to our horse arena probably around 40 yards or so.

My dad was on a business trip and my mom and sister were out shopping and have been for a good 4 hours. So I was home alone that night and it was about 9:30, so it was pretty dark out especially considering I live in Minnesota. I was in my living room watching Impractical Jokers and I decided I would eat something and then go to bed cause I had football in the morning. So i turned off the TV and went in the kitchen. There is a window above the sink that looks into our backyard towards our arena.


Something at the Door

By Nathanial_Olive

My Name is Nathanial but most of my family members call me Nate or Nathan and by the time these events had happened I had fully moved out of my aunts acreage and had been living in my creepy ass house for about 5 years, I had turned 11 and I had come to visit my aunt and uncle for a family get together to say hi and hang out with my cousins.

I will give a little background information about the house, this house was built by my aunt and uncle before I was born and it lies on a hill with part of the basement not inside of the ground because the hill is sloped. the part of the house that is not in the dirt faces the woods and has three windows on the left side of the living room and a large door that is on the left of the room that is right next to the last window of the left the living room also has an inlet area to the very far right that has a counter/bar looking area this area is buried under the hill so it doesn’t have any windows. The living room is connected to the stairs that are in the hallway and the hallway has a bathroom at the end of it and 2 spare rooms and a toy room on the right side of it. The toy room also leads into a room that connects to the outside through a little door and window, this room isn’t usually locked because the door that leads to the toy room is locked 100% of the time, This door that connects to the toy room is made of wood and has a pane of misted translucent glass.


A Series of Visitations by Mythical Beings

By Li’l Too Clinical

I want to start by saying I’ve never been a believer in the mythical or the mystical. I’ve always believed the true-life stories of encounters with fairies and mythical creatures were something more scientific that’s been misinterpreted through the lens of a simpler time. That is why these three instances in my life stand out. Looking back now as I write this, it seems like in every case these things were actively observing me, maybe even protecting me, or at least trying to. My skeptical, rational brain has always just tried to explain these three events away as weird dreams or hypnogogia, a dream-like state that is indistinguishable from being awake, usually brought on by stress. It makes me wonder, am I hallucinating because of stress, or am I perhaps actually being cared for by something extraordinary?

In early 2002, I was 3 months out of Army basic training and I had to travel 200 miles for a school. My one and only night in the hotel I went out and saw the first Resident Evil movie, opening weekend I believe. It was cold outside, I was freezing, and this being my first hotel stay completely alone, I was living it up. I turned up the heat to a comfortable level and crawled into the middle of the king sized bed, using all 3 of the supplied pillows. Around 2 AM, I woke up to find the hotel bed surrounded by massive wolves growling hungrily and an honest-to-God fairy floating near the nightstand. Her wings were dragonfly wings, not butterfly, and she glows blue-green so brightly I can’t look at her directly. Speaking to me without talking, telepathically I guess, she tells me there’s nothing to worry about. She’ll take care of the wolves and I can go back to sleep.


It Lived in the Walls

By Sean F.

I was only 6 when I saw it. The thing in my walls. I was a very dark kid. I did have a craving of scary stuff and loved sinister horror movies. My mother called me weird, my father went missing when I was three, and my brother was a hacker on the Deep Web, crap like that. When my father died, I never knew what had happened for awhile. Anyways, let’s get back to my story… I was tucked in my bed in the little shack we lived in. My brother was probably scamming unlucky people. He was 18 at this time and there was a huge gap between our ages, I know. My mother had him when she was very young. That night, I woke up at 1:53 AM. My clock said so.

That’s when I heard it…


Two True Scary Subscriber Submitted Stories “Theater Creep & Home Alone Nightmare”


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