Creepy Bedroom

I’ve been convinced for the longest time that my bedroom is haunted. It sounds very cliché, and the reasons why do too, which is why I don’t speak of it often. When I was 9, I had woken up to see, for a moment, a demon-like girl, and what seemed to be a puddle of blood at the foot of my bed. I closed my eyes, sure I was just hallucinating, I had after all just woke up.

Once I reopened my eyes, it was gone. I rolled over onto my side, and tried to go back to sleep. That’s when I felt a breath right on my ear. I’d never jumped out of bed so quickly.

That experience is the foundation for the belief my room is haunted. It wasn’t hard to move on and forget that moment, I’d convinced myself it was just my 9 year old mind. I’m now 15, and not so sure it was just my mind.

Last summer, 2016 summer to be exact, I was in my room; sitting at my desk, and my dog curled up on my bed. It was almost midnight, so I was the only one still awake. I was watching Friends, but then my TV started to pause and then fast forward.

Annoyed, I shut the TV off. Then, my dog starts whimpering and pacing around the room. It was like he was trying to hide from something. He’d occasionally stop and growl. Meanwhile, I’m sitting in my desk chair about to have a panic attack; because I was remembering how dogs supposedly are able to see ghosts.

I grabbed my dog and ran out of the room, going to wake my mom. She groggily and annoyedly told me it was fine, but as I was walking back to my room, I heard my rocking chair creak.

A few months later I’d gotten over the situation. November 2016 rolls around, and I’m lying in bed. I was trying to fall asleep, Spongebob was on, and the TV remote was sitting atop my desk.

I say this because, the TV paused by itself again. Thinking nothing of it, I get up and unpause it. Lying back down, I get comfortable. That’s when the TV changes channels. Now, this wouldn’t be too bad, just a normal TV error, except on the channel it turned to, The Exorcist was on.

I laid there, heart pounding, waiting for the movie to play. But, the screen remained black. I finally had enough, got up, turned the TV off completely, grabbed my dog, and ran out of the room.

Its now March, and nothing has happened since. I don’t have my TV on much anymore, just because there’s nothing interesting on. I just still wonder if something else is going to happen, or if it was all nothing but TV mishaps and my imagination?

My backyard

I live in a decently large town just outside of Niagara Falls. Crime isn’t very common on my side of town, but the east side has seen murder and rape. I used to live on the east side of town. It wasn’t pretty, so my family and I moved out to a nice suburban area on the west side.

I was home alone on a warm summer day, maybe 75 degrees. Anyways, I was outside doing some housework as I was instructed the previous night. Just as I was finishing up cutting the grass, a man walked on to my driveway. I looked at him, and asked him if he needed anything. He paused, and just.. jogged away. I brushed it off as nothing and went inside.

Later that night I walked down the street to my local corner store. I walked inside and saw the man again. I felt chills down my spine as he approached me. He said in a raspy voice “You really know how to use a lawn mower!” I thought nothing of it and just replied with a smile. He looked at me and smiled back. Things got awkward. Quick. I said I needed to leave and he blocked my path. “Are your parents home?” He said grinning. I responded yeah they are. I was lying. He didn’t say a word, but I said “is there something you want?” He just stared. To my luck, the cashier came out and told him not to block the exit. He then proceeded down the junk food aisle. I got out of there faster than hell with my eyes as big as marbles. I ran home like a bag caught on a gust of strong wind

Later that evening I decided to take a nap. I fell asleep quickly, not remembering the incident that happened earlier. I woke up to a banging on my door at around 1:30 in the morning. I almost shit the bed. It was on the back door. I looked out the window. Nothing. I thought it might’ve been a friend or a neighbor needing help. I was naive and I clearly wasn’t thinking. Why would my friend or anyone for that matter be here so late? And why were they in my LOCKED backyard?

I ran downstairs and turned on the backyard light. Big mistake. It was the man from earlier. I jumped back and shrieked at the top of my lungs. Wrong move again. He rammed his elbow into the door and popped it off the hinges. I tried calling 911. No service. I yelled and told him I was calling the police anyways. He outsmarted me and realized my phone wasn’t glowing when I pretended to call them. He then proceeded to push the door forward, further breaking it. I was crying by this point, and I ran upstairs. I heard the man break inside. I check my phone again. ONE BAR! I WAS SO RELIEVED! I dialed 911 immediately and they told me to stay on the line. The man then proceeded to yell “YOU LIED YOU FUCKER! YOU LIED ABOUT YOUR PARENTS!” I climbed in the compartment in the back of my closet and shut it. You could smell the fear on my sweaty body, shaking as he walked in. He started banging on everything. This man was not stable, in my eyes at least. He ran downstairs looking for me, as I hear sirens pulling up to my house. The man runs, and doesn’t make it too far as they see him casually leaving the property.

The police questioned me and later charged this man. As it turns out, he wasn’t stable. He had some weird illness that to this day I still can’t pronounce. I am now 21 and living happily, but always remembering that this man. This sick, crazed man.. never plead guilty.. so he’s still out there. Probably looking for me. I live in the same house.. (Read request made for Blue_Spooky)

I move, but this haunts me whenever I visit.

When I was younger, sometimes at night I would hear weird noises at my old childhood home, which was in a country town in Wisconsin, with a population of almost 10,000. I would hear or sometimes see things at times when I was living there. It would range from weird scratching, knocking, weird animal noises, all the way to seeing bright glowing eyes constantly peering out from the darkness of the thicket in between the houses from across the street. I honestly don’t know what it was, but almost at least once a week, at night I would see the eyes. Here where it gets weirder for me. See sometimes I would run back and forth in the kitchen since I wouldn’t be allowed to go out at night past 9:00 pm and I needed to get my energy out since I have ADHD and I don’t have a good outlet for it. But anyway, one night as I was dancing around a little, my dad asleep on the living room couch having passed out from coming back from work, and I had my earbuds in with the little lamp that sat on the corner of the kitchen counter on.

When I was doing this I saw something out of the corner of my eye as I was turning around, it was just almost out of my peripheral vision. I stopped and turned back to the window, which was in front of the sink and faced outwards the street. From what I saw the ‘thing’ I saw seemed like a doggish like figure. It was kind of an ashen grey color, with short hair that looked like it was almost non-existent, the ears sorta clipped at the tips and you could sorta see its ribs and it stopped near the street light. I had initially thought that it was a stray dog or a dog that had escaped the shelter, as that had tended to happen a lot because of the terrible funding the shelter had. The street lamp that was at the corner of the sidewalk washed over the dog as it edged closer to the honey-yellow light and I could see that it didn’t look right. Like not sickly looking, but sorta unnatural in a way that people need to take a double take to confirm what they had just seen. The dog was indeed an ashy grey color and did look to have clipped ears like I thought before, but its mouth looked weird like it was awkwardly stuck in a crooked position. You may think the dog may have been in an accident or from an abused home, but you see most dogs who have bodily problems like that usually were put down because many of them couldn’t eat or live properly without assistance and the shelter couldn’t afford that sorta thing at the time. And many people didn’t want to adopt a dog like that. So it was already weird to see a dog with that physical issue walking around and without a collar, and no owner. I had taken out my earbuds at this point and opened a crack in the window, I don’t know why really, maybe to call to it or maybe I thought it would let me see it better.

As I opened the window it seemed to have heard the noise and turned it’s head face me, which thinking about it now was practically impossible cause it barely made any noise besides a light scuffing sound as I pushed it open. As the thing faced me I saw something very disturbing. It’s teeth, it’s fucking teeth, they weren’t canine-like, they were like humans but arranged to fit the ‘dog’s’ mouth. And its eyes were huge and fucking red, not an amber red color or reddish brown color, but a fucking glowing reddish color, like when you use to flash a camera at someone and their eyes flash red. It fucking smiled at me, well I think it tried to smile, but the jaw was still at the awkward position and it’s weirdly long tong lolled out. In a calm panic, I quickly shut the window, hard, and locked it. That seemed to make it stop staring, it tilted it’s head toward me one last time before shutting its mouth, and dashed out of the street lamps light and up the darkness of the street ahead. I vaguely recall that it didn’t have a tail, or maybe it was a really stubby one. I can’t say for sure, but I don’t want to remember. Cause I know that many skinwalker stories have it were they have no tails, and I don’t want to believe it is one. I really really don’t.

After this encounter I locked all the windows and locked all the doors at night, and kept at least one light on everywhere I went. I was really scared for a whole straight week because I would hear scratches at the garage door, which had another door that was connected to the front of the garage that you have to get to get to the garage door inside, and/or the front door near the living room. The other noises started 3 days after the scratching started and refused to look out the window or open any of the doors or windows. My dad never heard anything, he’s a really sound sleeper and can’t wake up to save his life in a dead sleep. After the 7th or 6th day the noises stopped, but the stupid distorted animals noises, a mixture of a dog, a screeching bird, and something else remained until the last day. After the 7th day, nothing ever like that happened ever again though sometimes at night I would see the red eyes or hear a distant animal noise. But never close enough for me to feel like it was targeting me.

I stayed at that house for another year or so before I moved to moms for other reasons unrelated to this. But half a year ago I started to hear growling noises near my window. But they weren’t of any distinctive animal. Like it was inhuman but animalistic if that makes any sense.

I’m scared every once and awhile, and constantly paranoid at night, making sure everything is locked or there’s a light on in that room before I do anything. But I haven’t heard anything or seen anything since…..What do you guys think?

That creeping….thing out there…

My name is Alex…I saw something out there…I-it was horrifying. I never wanted to remember this living nightmare. I was 14. I went into a forest for deer hunting with my friends. I never should have gone into those dang woods. we had been walking, and I had only caught a rabbit.

I was armed with my shotgun, a bowie knife, which was a gift from my dad, a flare gun, normal flares, my ASP pistol, and extra ammo. My friend carried a .22 rifle, a army knife, one flare, a Ballester-Molina pistol, a bow, and extra ammo. We kept on walking through the woods, going deeper and deeper into the greenery. Then, we saw something horrifying.

There was blood splattered everywhere. Now, when coyotes or wolves go hunting, they make the kill right. They take the sick, or one of the wounded or young, separate them from the group, and lead them to the alpha. The critter doesn’t even know it’s own throat has been ripped out till it’s too late. It never sees the alpha coming. It may hear it, but never see’s it coming. Sure there may be some blood, and it’s even worse when they breed with coydogs, but this…this was different.

Blood was everywhere. On the leaves, on the trees, on the ground. Plus, this was a den, wolves or coyotes don’t attack a whole den, that would be insane. Too much of a fight. No. Something did this for fun, and whatever this thing was, it was NOT human. There must have been three deer there…or what was left of them…a torso here, a limb there, worst of all though were the heads, gorilly torn off, along with what you couldn’t even call a neck, it’s eyes filled with terror, of the last thing it saw, imprinted on it’s face in an endless scream.

I still don’t  know why we followed that trail. That thing had either got bannged up pretty bad, or it dragged a chunk of one of deer for a mile. After traveling 10 yards, we saw something really weird: animals were running towards us. And not just some foxes or coyotes, but all the animals were running. We saw some deer running at full speed, a family of mountain lions, an entire colony of rabbits, even all of the birds in that forest, all who shouldn’t have even been awake and trying to eat each other, were all running at full speed in the opposite direction, like they just wanted to get away from whatever had killed that den of deer.

For some crazy reason, we kept on going , following the trail, and we saw the trail went into town. Now, there was an abandoned house, that no one had ever lived in, and the roof got torn up by a tornado a few years ago. As we got closer, we heard the most horrid sound in my life, it sounded like a mixture of a screech and a growl at the same time. From the tracks in the ground and blood, the thing was no more than 90 pounds, and there was only one of them, so went in, I was just too curious to leave.

My friend came up with a stupid plan: he’d go in and shoot the thing to death, and I’d cover him, if the thing got on top of him, I would stab it or shoot it to get it off him. We went inside, and saw there was something sitting inside, tearing something to pieces. Blood was spattered everywhere, on the floor, on the brick, everywhere. This…thing was tearing through whatever the thing was, ripping chunks of flesh and meat off of the parts it didn’t want to eat. It was pale, and almost looked human, and also kinda like a very mangy bipedal dog, but more resembled a human, and it’s back was turned to us. We thought maybe this was a really messed up homeless person, and we weren’t about to shoot a person. So my friend cleared his throat to let it know we were there.

Then, suddenly, the noise stopped, and it was quiet, but not just quiet, completely silence, no noise…dear god the silence…it then turned, with deep black sockets instead of eyes staring into our souls, it had a face covered in disgusting things like dried blood all over it’s face, some flesh stuck to it’s greyish decayed looking skin, and it started making the noise again, and it lunged at my friend, We fired a few shots at it, but did nothing, as it landed on my friend.

It tore him to pieces, first with his stomach, and moving up, tearing off a chunk of his chest, then a chunk of his arm, then it ripped out his throat, and his jugular was severed, and tore off his bottom jaw, before my bowie knife was stabbed into its shoulder. It didn’t even make a single noise, it just stared at me, longing to tear me to pieces. I grabbed my friend, threw him on my back, and I had hightailed out of there faster than I ever have or will in my entire life. I saw my sister and my cousin, who was my best friend. My sister asked me:

“Dude, what on earth are you-” and then they saw it: a tattered and bloodied sweatshirt my friend had always worn, it was the only thing left of him that was recognizable. My cousin grabbed me, and I dropped my friends body, I tried to grab him, thinking somehow I could save him, but she yanked me into the house, and it was almost silent. We could hear the things claws raking through the gravel, and then there was a crash, of a window breaking.

We immediately ran and closed and barricaded the door, and we all grabbed guns, and stood ready. Suddenly, the thing rammed into the door. We all shot at the thing, but either it didn’t feel it or didn’t care, and continued slamming into the door. My sister started crying, me and my cousin kept shooting. It then rammed it’s hand through the door, but my cousin put her shotgun up to it, and with a loud *BLAM!*, its hand fell off, spurting a thick, disgusting yellowish liquid that must have been it’s blood. It smelled so vile that I almost threw up, but my sister took care of that. It’s viscosity was like slime, as it continued to spurt and drive from the wound.

But whatever that stuff was, whatever it’s purpose was, it didn’t matter, since the thing was unaffected by my cousin’s shot to its hand. In fact, it seemed to make it angrier, and kept on slashing twice as aggressively at the door until the police  arrived. The thing then just ran off. One of the officers took the oozing hand and a blood sample from the slime inside, and drove to the station. He never made it. They found his body covered in strange claw and bite marks, most of his flesh was torn apart, and the hand was gone, that thing probably took it. The blood samples were either ignored or unnoticed, they were untouched by the thing. They tested it and….they had no idea what the thing was, it’s genetic makeup was unlike anything ever seen. Some government agents took the samples and told the police department to forget about it.

The thing, from then on, was just called a bald bear claw to the police. A few weeks later, my cousin’s father mysteriously disappeared, and was never found. The last place that he was seen was near those woods. My cousin lives with us now, and she’s been extremely paranoid since that thing attacked, and has gotten worse since her dad disappeared. My sister has been traumatized, she can’t be anywhere near any kind of sharp objects or yellowish, slimy, liquids, or any scratching noises without having a panic attack.​ But for me, I know one thing: I will NEVER go back into those woods, and I will NEVER be the same again.

Scary School Experience

So when I was in Middle School we had this weird experience. So this story involves my 2 bestfriends we’ll call Gracie and Penelope. My boyfriend we’ll call Xavier and my Brother we’ll call Jayden. So Gracie and Jayden were in the same homeroom and Penelope, Jayden and I were in the other homeroom across the hall.

Ealier one morning a couple days before the incident when our bus arrived there was this commotion going on. A kid started screaming at a teacher to give his phone back. But those things can’t be used till after school at our school. The kid screamed that he will kill himself or someone else if he doesn’t give it back. The teacher never gave it back.

I started feeling uneasy because that sounded very threatening. But my brother Jayden just said I was being paranoid. And he reassures me that the kid says that stuff all the time. The day went by fine with no complication with the kid.

Five days later

Xavier went to run to the office to turn in attendance for our techer. But a couple minutes after he left we heard the teachers yelling across the hall in the middle of our social studies lesson.

Our teacher went into the hall and shut the door behind herself. The doors at our school automatically lock when closed so people on the outside can’t get in. We heard a teacher yell to call 911 making the classroom break into chaos. The other kids within the radius of us were pushed into the classroom we were in. So Gracie and Jayden ended up in the same class as us.

I ask Jayden and Gracie what’s going on. And it turns out the kid from the other day held some kids hostage in the bathroom. He tried to kill them but was delusional and thought a piece of paper and an eraser would wound them. One of the people held hostage was Xaivier,but obviously he wasn’t hurt.

But I can’t say the same about the kid…

Because they say people were going to send him to a mental hospital. But he never made it there because they day before he was going to leave he hung himslef on piano wire. He ended up decappitating himself says his next door neighbor. Nobody likes to talk about him because they think he haunts the school but I don’t believe that he does.