A couple years ago, I went on the dark web and ordered a mystery box. I will cut right to the chase on what I found. So it started off already pretty gory, I had found a bloody knife wrapped in a napkin, then i had found a box of what i assumed to be nails, human nails. *SIDE NOTE it costed me 2,000 dollars* And what I lastly found was a box and in it i found a human eye, it was a blue eye and I was so scared I had dropped the box and out fell a note. The note read “Hope you enjoyed the mystery box, PS DON’T GO TO THE POLICE” I automatically went to get a trash bag to properly dispose of the items, I was wearing gloves the whole time so I’m not too worried about getting caught. It was just a scary experience overall and I definitely don’t recommend buying one, you will never get your moneys worth.
My name is Lenore, and yes my mother loves Edgar Allan Poe 😀 I have to say this fast because I tried writing this and realized there is a limit on the amount of text allowed here so I’ll try to keep all the important details in whilst still saying the story in a shorter format.
When I was 13, me and my only best friend who we’ll called Naomi decided to play with a ouija board. Don’t judge us ok we were dumb f*cks we know it okey enough. Basically, we played even though my grandmother had always told me not to do it, I know most of you will be skeptical about it but I’ve learned to live with it. She was a witch and now the grimoire is passed down to me, it runs in the family, and she always told me not to play with the board because ‘we aren’t those types of witches’, but I did it anyway because I had a crush on Naomi at the time (I’m gay btw). We played and nothing happened for a while, but after 10 minute she started calling out for a certain demon who’s name begins with a ‘Z’ and ends with a n ‘O’ (if you know, you know.) I damn near killed her when she gave him PERMISSION to enter one of us, and that’s when the planchette started to move.
It only spelt out random things like ‘tree’ or ‘spoon’ and Naomi found this for some reason funny. But I sh*t you not, her face could not have turned more whiter when the board, clear as day in perfect English spelt out ‘hard to laugh, when no tongue’. She screamed ‘f this’ and ran to my room, not saying goodbye and leaving me to do it. As a witch, I have a natural sense of spirits, entities and other energies, and when she ran upstairs I felt a huge weight being lifted sort of out of the room and away from me. I said goodbye and threw the homemade paper board into the trash after ripping it up when I heard her yell my name from upstairs. She was standing in front of my room door, looking at it closed. I came up to her, and soon noticed that on my white door the name of the infamous demon had been scratched deep into the wood.
I got angry and scolded her for doing this, that it wasn’t funny. Her look changed from anger to pure fear in 0.3 seconds when she whispered ‘you didn’t do this?’ I had never been so afraid in my life, I swear up and down neither one of us did that, I made her swear too. On that day, she left before my mother came home from work and I felt the presence in the house. I didn’t know what to do, because the whispers, footsteps and someone yelling my name at the morning hours continued for days, but I never confessed to my grandmother.
Here comes the creepiest part. Maybe two or three weeks later, we were having a party at my house and after cutting the cake, I went to lick the knife from the sides, I always do this and never ever has anything happened to me. I go to lick the knife, when I feel a gust of breath on the back of my neck and get spooked. I ended up licking the knife, on the wrong side and cutting my tongue pretty badly. I’m okay now, but I still have a scar going down the middle of my tongue. I told Naomi that maybe the board got it wrong and meant me, but she laughed and said she didn’t know what I was talking about.
To this day, she refuses to admit we ever played the ouija board, and once when I brought it up, she went into a state of shock for such a long time I thought about calling an ambulance. She never told me of any experiences after we played, only once she mentioned something about recurring nightmares, but even that stopped after a while.
I’m 16 now, and to this day she hasn’t told me what she dreamed of or anything that may have happened. The ouija is not a game, it is not a toy. I wish I believed people that told me, because to this day I lay awake at night hearing footsteps and noises, and I have since moved back to my home country. It stayed with me, and I still get nightmares that leave me screaming. Maybe I’ll share the nightmares in a different post. I know some of you will still play. but please at least think about it, have more smarts than I did. I would take it back immediately. And by the way, when I moved out, Naomi moved into my old house… we don’t talk anymore, she refuses to speak to me about anything.
My grandpa recently passed away and I was staying at my grandmothers house. I was in the guest room and there is a window by the bed. I was sleeping but then I herd a hand on my hand. I pretended I was sleeping and then I looked and nothing was there. so I was creeped out the I heard a door open. and I saw my grandpa and he looked at me he was not normal. he was not there but he was I saw him disappear and he never looked at me the way he did that day. After that I never whent to my grandmas again.
This dream/story is a substitute for
another dream I’ve had in the past that
I was going to tell but it was too long.
This dream/story I am going to tell is
average but eerie. The dream started off
with me on a beach, sitting down, and
This is my Babi’s (grandma) story from when she lived in Czech, firstly I will say that I was saying about how I was listening to scary story’s, skinwakers and wendigos mostly and dedo (grandpa) was saying how they are stupid and how they aren’t real. I don’t beleve the storys are real either and don’t know what to think after hearing Babi’s story.
When she was younger she lived in a village near a forest in Czechoslovakia. She had friends in the far but neighboring village and regularly went there to play table tennis. The village had a road around the forest or you could cut through it can get there in half the time. Everything was normal but Babi had stayed longer than she was allowed and it had become night. This was before phone and she knew where mum would be very angry coming home so late. She started walking home cutting through the forest, something she did a lot, when suddenly she had a bad feeling and noticed the forest was silent with a pungent odor. She couldn’t describe it but had an overwhelming fear which was made worse when suddenly hearing a noise. Scared she hid hugging a tree until the feeling passed but soon released that she couldn’t stop hugging the tree. She tried to pull away from the tree but it would not let go from a long time. Finally it let her go and she flew home. Upon arriving home she knocked on the door and her mother answered angry and babi started apologizing. Her mum started yelling at her for not replying to her when she got home. Babi tried to explain that she only just got home now but her mother wasn’t listening saying that she had been home an hour and hour in her room.
Babi doesn’t know what happened back in Czech and I don’t know either, I have never herd a story like it before and am not sure is this even is a monster or counts a sighting. This story scares me more than any other as I know Babi would not make this story up, as she doesn’t even like me watching horror movies.
The forests around Cedar Grove West Virginia were always a favorite hiking spot of mine up until the day I saw him. I remember it so clearly, a cold autumn afternoon, I was out for a refreshing hike, nothing creepy or frightening at all. I had been jogging for about an hour when I realized it was getting dark already.
So I took a seat on a fallen log to catch my breath and decide which trail would take me home quicker. I guess I must have gotten distracted and started thinking of other things because by the time I started heading back, it was almost dark. Cursing myself for not bringing a flashlight I jogged faster along the trail.
No one else was in sight, and neither were any houses. I was guided only by moonlight. After about five minutes of running I began to feel funny. I am not one to be scared of the dark or forests, but I felt very nervous and jittery. Suddenly every noise made me jump, and every shadow frightened me.
In 1993 when I was around 12, my family and I lived in a house in central Missouri that my parents had had built on some land that my bought from a relative. This relative owned a large piece of land that had been in our family since I’m guessing the 40’s and my parents bought five acres from them and built that house in the middle of the woods. I spent a lot of times in those woods and usually everything seemed normal, but looking back something about the place seemed…off. It’s hard to describe. My mother experienced strange things happening and to this day my sister and I believe the land was cursed in some way.
One important aspect of this story is the layout of the house. It was a single story house in an L shape. On one end of the L was the garage and the other was the front door and a large covered wood porch. Between the front door and the garage was a sidewalk and between those points was a sunroom with large windows facing the sidewalk. Now on to it.
One day my parents went to visit some relatives that also had some land out there leaving my sister, cousin, and myself alone at the house. We were all just hanging out when we heard the front door knob furiously jiggling. The door was locked but it was obvious someone or something wanted in. It freaked us out pretty bad and I remembered the garage door was open because my parents weren’t going to be gone long so there was no need to close it. It wasn’t like anyone was going to be around to mess with anything. I ran to the garage to lock the door leading to the garage and as I was heading there I passed the sunroom and saw something go past the windows. I honestly don’t know what it was. It was moving very fast and only looked like a formless black blur. I made it to the door and a maybe a second after I locked it the knob began jiggling like crazy. Terrified, we called my parents and they came back home after whatever was out there had long gone.
This story is told at the point of view of a woman I used to dog sit for the people that bought our old house it was a one story small 1100 sq ft house and they had two pit bulls and two tabby cats one posin dart frog and tropical fish and seahorses (one of them is an vet) so I was taking care the animals most of the time I slept on the couch because I didn’t want to mess up their beds.
I was laying on the couch on my phone late at night and one of the pit bulls started to bark they had to sleep in the living room so they didn’t mess up anything then the other one started barking I yelled at them to shut up then I just didn’t care anymore and I slept in the geast room they kept barking so I let them in my room (with no windows) it was more of an extra room than a geast room and then I heard a smash sound I imitatly locked my room door then the pit bulls when wild i let them out in hopes that they would get whoever was in here I heard a deep loud screaming coming from the kitchen I finally called the cops they arrived in about five minutes but it felt so long when they came they arrested a old homeless man he looked like he was taking a lot of drugs and he kept staring at me one of the cops said he’ll stay with me as they search the property they came out with three more guys if it wasn’t fit the dogs I would of been dead I still have a few questions did they know I was there? What would they do to me if they got the chance?
I grew up in a small town in the middle of nowhere Eastern Washington. Not the lush forest and raining all the time washington. Dry, dusty, hills on fire every summer, racist, small town Washington. I’m not going to use real names for Towns but if anyone reading this is from eastern washington you’ll probably know where I’m talking about. The town I grew up in had only two bars in it, a post office, gas station, convenient store and two schools. Elementary and the high school\middle School was further down the road. Since there weren’t a lot of kids, the middle school and high school kids were all in the same building. Like I said small town. This story though takes place in the neighbouring town 15 minutes or so down the road when I was 15 years old.
My best friend Nathen lived in town right in the middle of the university in some of the lower income apartments. These apartments weren’t that bad for being low income like other places. They were nicely kept up and not to many druggies around that area but a lot in the surrounding. I prefered hanging out at his apartments and around the university than my shabby falling apart trailer residing in the middle of methsville. Nathen and I have known each other since kindergarden and have been best friends since the very first day. We ended up both getting in trouble for writing on the walls so we got put into chairs facing the wall together and we had gotten into trouble together ever since.
We went to the same school for the first couple years after he moved up here from Alabama. Eventually his parents divorced in 3rd grade him, his two sisters, and their mother moved out to the next town over, so he had to go to school out there. We could never just not be best friends for life. So we kept in touch with phone calls, emails and little letters telling each other about our days at school and how much we hated our teachers and stuck up peers and school, work we were proud of. We even got to hangout at each others houses for entire weekends every weekend. I had just turned 15 in December when I had to deal with my bio mother dieing of a drug overdose. Both of my parents were heavy drug users and my father is still to this day a drug dealer. I have a lot of horror stories growing up because of this but those are for another time. A couple months after my mother died my father went to jail for a bit. I don’t remember how long but it was a couple months.
He was in and out of jail a lot throughout my entire life, When he came out he was different, he was worse than before. He’d always been the devil himself to me but somehow he had became even worse.
Months later right before summer started my bio father kicked me out because I had told someone something that had happened to me. Again another story for another time. 15 and on my own I was couch sufering for awhile (I did end up finding a forever home) around my shitty tiny town just trying to finish out that year of school before summer hit. I felt like once summer hit and I had more free time I would be able to figure out what I would do about everything then. This was the early days of facebook and not everyone had a phone in their pocket so just like any normal kid in those days, the library is where I spent most of my days. We had an hour time limit on Billy. One of the names of the computers available for public use at the library. Slow as all hell and loud as shit I would scroll through facebook seeing if any of my friends were on to see if I could crash with them and their family for a couple of days. Nathen was the only one that was on and he was also the only one that had messaged me. His mother was gonna be gone for a couple of days for something or another and his sister’s were staying at their father’s house. Nathen and his father were never on good terms so he didn’t go over there to visit as much as his sisters. He was going to be home alone for almost a week and his mother agreed on me staying with him while everyone was gone. She just wasn’t able to come get me and the people I was staying with didn’t have the time or means to transport me into the next town. We agreed to walk down the trail that connects the towns, meet up in the middle and walk back together smoking cigarettes his mother had gotten him and weed we had obtained. ( we were considered the bad kids in town. We got into a lot of shit together. We had shitty lives and should’ve died many times but boy did we have fun.)
All my life I have lived in a trailer and we were used to it and we moved a lot also but we moved in to this one place and we have been there a couple of months and on day I took a shower like always and I just got out of the shower and was getting dressed and I turned and look at the shower curtain and there was two red eyes glowing though the shower curtain starting at me and I didn’t know what it was and I flipped out and ran out he bathroom and told my dad and he got up faster than I have ever seen and he started to put salt all over the house and I never knew why in till my dad told me why and we moved out after a while and never talked about it again in till me and my mom were talking about it and she said “those red eyes you saw used to hit my butt when your dad wasn’t around but I never saw him” I was the only one that ever saw that and ever since then I see other spit but nothing was scarier then those eyes