It all started on October 19th, 2014. I had started an Instagram account and was fooling around on it. I took a picture of a mannequin dressed in the same thing as Creepypasta Slenderman.
I posted it to Instagram and immediately got a comment.
It was from a girl who I didn’t remember following. I forget her username now, but I remembered her saying my photo was hilarious. It was nice to hear the comment.
Read more “Horror Obsessed Girl”
Alright. So this is a story about from when I was around 14 or 15, I’d say 9th grade or so.
I was moving into a new city at the time, in this old apartment; this was before I moved to California which is where I live now.
As we were walking in the lobby of this new building something didn’t feel right. I tried to ignore the feeling and continued on to the elevator once my parents got finished reserving our room.
My mother pressed the elevator button and the elevator arrived to where we were, I stepped in and so did the rest of my family.
Read more “The Girl in the Apartment”
I was at a camp out with my youth group once, and we sat around a campfire and some of the others told scary stories. I remember one, but I don’t recall it word for word. But I do remember the basic idea.
Went something like this…..
A young boy was given the task to house sit for a couple who were going away on their honey moon. He had nothing better to do in his spare time, as it was in the Summer, and he didn’t have many friends to hang out with, or things to do.
Read more “The Girl in the Mirror: A Campfire Story”
At the time, I was 21 years old. I was 3 months away from getting my bachelors degree From Penn State University. I was the average male type at the age of 21. Drinking, partying, all that stuff.
So, it was March 4th. I excused myself from class to use the restroom. Having my uncle as one of my teachers makes it easier to study and have access to other parts. I got an uneasy feeling going down the hallway. I started accelerating my speed at high rates swiftly. When I got to the door, I realized someone was in there laughing and tearing something up.
Growing up in Cincinnati, this was normal even in 8th and 9th grade. I walked in the restroom. There was nothing in there and the noise kept going on. I did my business, looking behind myself nearly the whole time. I felt my brain tangling and my nerves were racking up.
Read more “College Ghost Sightings”