Sleepover scare

This story begins with a sleepover.  My sister had always  thought our room gave her a weird vibe. Once she said that when I was sleeping I sat straight up in bed with my hair in my face and stared into the pitch black closet behind her. The next morning she asked if I felt possessed or felt weird last night. I said nothing happened but she moved out of that room after that.

Years after nothing happened but that was before my sleepover. My 2 best friends were over and we were having a good time. When every body was asleep I randomly woke up, and through my half closed eyes I saw a shadowed figure at the edge of my bed standing right in front of me. I thought it could have been my friend Hope but this figure had no face, they looked like nothing but a shadow. I turned around slowly as if I were still asleep. I was starting to get really freaked out, even angry. I turned around towards where the figure had been but there was nothing there.

I looked at my phone to see what time it was and it was exactly 12:00 A.M. I looked at my other friends still asleep wondering what had just happened. After that, I couldn’t sleep but now I was definitely not comfortable with my room. Every night now I stare at my closet thinking about what my sister had told me.

I’m not normal

Okay. So this is a bit long and might get boring as I’m a writer, so I add too much detail, buy trust me, it’s worth it. My name is Naja, the German pronunciation is how my name sounds, and I will be typing this up on a mobile device, so sorry for any spelling, grammar, whatever mistakes, as autocorrect is a real bitch.

Anyways, I should mention that these are not all my experiences, and not all of them were dangerous, but still pretty underwear ruining when you’re in the situation. The first experience I’ll talk about was one of my most recent, and it happened just this January.

I was having a sleepover with my good friend, who I’ll call Lori for this story. We have hundreds of sleepovers a month, it seems, as her mom literally has to ground her to keep her from coming over. She is one year older than me, two to three inches taller than me, slightly tanned and has a lot of freckles. She’s a tomboy, like me, but she still has a better fashion sense.

Anyways, Lori and I were sitting in my living room on the couches, right across the room from each other, when I tell her, “Let’s play hide and seek!” It was dark, and we were home alone, so of course she says we can as long as we turn all the lights on. My downstairs is impossible to hide in, as the four rooms are in direct sight of each other. There’s maybe two hiding spots, at most. So we always play our games upstairs.

We head up there and turn on all the lights except in my room, the attic, which we decided not to use. At one point, it was her turn to hide, and I count to twenty, rush upstairs, and immediately into the first room I’d ever been in in this house.

When we’d gone up to turn on the lights, the closet up there had been shut, so when I saw the closet was open, I figured Lori opened it and smirked, knowing she was in here now. I crouch down and look under the bed, and Lo and behold, there’s my side hoe, my main bitch, my asshole Lori.

She complains about how fast I found her, and I explain that I knew she was in here because she hadn’t closed the closet back up. She was confused. She told me she never opened the door. We both come to the realization something had opened it, and run from the house, going hell nah and whatnot. It was freezing, there was snow everywhere, and she was in socks. Sucker. We never found out what opened the door, and we no longer utilize that room for our silly games.

By the way, just so you know, this isn’t a single door that swig open, or a closet that falls open on it’s own. It’s a two door closet with sliding doors, and these doors weren’t cracked apart, they were wide open, pushed to either side. That’s why it’s so strange. Pretty uneventful, I know, but it’s still spooky.

My second story is about a time I went to my old elementary shool, this past summer. I was again with Lori and another of our friend’s, who I’ll call Michelle. She’s heavy set and has a shaved head. The classic butch look with short sleeves and jeans and sneakers.

She’s cool though. So on this night we decided we wanted to go for a walk, and not just around town or somehing, cause I’m the person who can’t do anything without a goal. So we decide to walk the half hour to my old elementary school and go on the playground. We may be teenagers, but we’re such fucking little kids at heart, haha.

Honestly, out of all 3 of us, I think I’m the only one who still believes this story, cause I’ve had paranormal experiences before. Anyway, me and Lori and Michelle are on the weird seesaw things where you aren’t directly across from each other, the metals ones where you’re diagonal… It’s hard to explain, but you know what I’m talking about when you see them. These things can seat four people, but you need two people to one set, so I was the odd duck.

I walk eight feet away to sit on the swings while they talked. I stare out at the empty field and woods beyond it. O give you a bit of a layout, there’s the playground next to the school, adjacent to this little loop around road. Across the road is this big empty field where I’ve almost been run over three times by deer, and beyond that is a small neighborhood. Across from the field the other way is some woods, and there are three lamp posts along the woods. Two light blue, one orange. The orange one is our main focus, as it was at the corner of the gravel road leading into the the woods, the road adjacent to the playground, and the road going along the woods.

As I’m sitting there, swinging lightly and zoning out, which I’m really freaking good at, I notice something at the corner under the light. It was this humanoid figure, crouched low to the ground. It’s like in those movies where there’s a savage human, who’s not abiding the rules of society but instead animals. Tarzan or whatever.

I could only see their upper body, and honestly, there wasn’t much to see. It was a pitch black shadow creature. It had a bald head, no distinguishable features, and despite it not having eyes… I could tell it was watching us. I stare at it for a good ten minutes, trying to figure out what the hell it is, when I get this feeling of dread. We had to leave. I tell Lori and Michelle about this creature, and Lori was the idiot who decided to go closer. She thought it looked like a German Shepherd, except all black. (We later scolded her for this, as even if it was a dog, she shouldn’t have approached it.)

Me and Michelle scream no to her and we all break into a sprint down the road. I didn’t feel much fear, in fact, I felt none at all. I’m not trying to sound fake or brave, I just… don’t get scared. I felt angry.

I wanted to hurt this thing for scaring my friends. But I was smart enough to know I couldn’t. So we run off and stop around the corner in front of a church to catch our breath. It hadn’t followed us, lucky for… It? Us? I’m not sure anymore. But I’ve been told since by them, “There’s a rapist I’ve those woods, that’s what we saw.” “We probably saw a shadow.” “It was nothing, chill.” But I’m not blind. I’ve been back there since, multiple times. There is no way It was just a shadow.

There are no trees that could have cast it, not bushes, whatever. It was protruding from the ditch behind it.

There was no way it was a human or animal. It was directly under the light. It was one solid shade of black, three dimensional. Even in a morph suit there would have been reflected light from the material, or the top would’ve been lighter. There was no way it was anything explainable, and I’ve come to terms with that.

That’s all I’ll tell for now, cause my hands are cramped from typing, but… Closet demon, shadow creature… Pray for your safety we don’t meet.


My name is Mandy,and I am a former life guard.Since this story might cause damage to my job,i will not give the pool name or address.

On a warm day in june,my boss called and told me we would have a full house in the morning,and prepare for a early start at the pool.I understood since it was for his Son’s Birthday.

I would be working all day as a lifeguard and I would also take the gifts and put them in the back of the lounge.

I watched all the kids and parents in the water to make sure they were good and safe.Since it was a small pool,there would rarely be anyone drowning or having trouble smimming.I think at around 4 or 5 pm, a girl screamed in pain and exclaimed how something grabbed her foot and yanked her underwater.

She gasped for air,but luckily her mom pulled her out of the water in time before she went all the way under.Since I was the only lifeguard on duty,i had to check the pool and make sure she didn’t have any hurt or broken bones.

As her mom and I checked her leg,another girl screamed and yelled ”THERE IS A DOG IN THE POOL”.I quickly turned around,and gasped in horror as I saw a pink/red dog smimming in the water.

This didn’t look like a dog at all,it had no hair or fur,red eyes,and it looked as if it was a mixed breed of a pitbull,and rot reiler.It jumped out of the water,with cuts and bruises and started to run after little kids,pulling 1 into the water.I told all the moms to grab their kids and any one else and take them to the lounge,and up to their room.

I jumped in the water after the girl,kicking and splashing ,trying to scare away the creature.I grabbed the girl and swam as fast as I could,jumping out of the pool and running straight for the entrence of the lounge.

I ran in and imformed the front desk,and yelled at them to lock and doors,and make sure all quest were inside and safe,after a hour or two,a policeman told the front desk and my boss that everything was alright,but they did not find the dog.

They told us that we could not get back into the pool,untill it was cleaned and until they searched the area for the dog.My boss ended up having the party at another pool,but most kids did not show up because of them being scared.

Its been about a year now,and I still wonder…..what kind of creature was that.

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.

The Man At Target

To start off, Target has been a go to place for me for as long as I can remember. My mother and I would be in there at least four to five times a week, we were there so often that employees would remember us and greet us by name whenever they seen us. However, it never occurred to me just how dangerous a shopping center could be, until one night changed my life forever.

I live in a small town in southern West Virgina, there are no more than 5,000 people who reside in my area. Most of them being elderly and harmless, and the occasional young punk who will do anything for a buck.  But all in all it is a fairly nice and safe area, or atleast I thought.

One night after school my mother asked me if I would like to go to Target with her pick up a couple groceries and of course I agreed and we went on our way.  Usually we went to target during the evening time or the early morning but this time it was around 11 PM,  so of course there were no cars in the parking lot but maybe one or two.  We were greeted by familiar faces and smiles as we made our way down each aisle.  Being only eight or nine years old at the time  I remember how excited I was when we approached the candy aisle and I begged my mom to buy me some candy and of course she said no. As I continued walking with her upset we noticed someone following us, and it wasn’t in a way that a normal person would just be going up and down the isles looking for something it was pretty obvious that they were following us.

My mother being protective as she always was, quietly told me to stay by her side and to not wander off.  As we quickly turned the corner and went down the next aisle we stopped hearing footsteps so my mother began to calm down.  But just as she breathed a sigh of relief a man poked his head out of the aisle that we were just in and when my mother locked eyes with him he quickly went back around the corner.  At this point my mother had had enough and decided to confront the man, she had me by the hand and we both slowly walked around the corner of the  isle and to both of our surprise nobody was there.

Thinking that maybe this person was looking for someone and it was a big misunderstanding we went about our shopping.  Just as we were finished and about to get to the checkout lanes my mother spotted the strange man once again staring at us with a sinister stare that only she could describe as hatred.  Fed up my mother marched over to him and asked him what his problem was and why he kept staring at us all he simply said was “why didn’t you buy her candy, she’s a pretty little thing, she deserves it.”  At that point my mother was so red in the face that I knew she was about to go off on this man.  But before she could say anything he started to reach for me and he almost grabbed my arm before she tackled him to the ground and called for help.

One of the regular employees who knew us immediately called the police and said that they would be here within 10 minutes.  Once the police got there it turns out he had been wanted for several counts of child pornography and molestation.  As my mother was giving her statement to the police officer I’ll never forget that face, that evil grin, and the words, “I’ll be back for you pretty girl” he muttered as the police were walking him out the door.  That encounter gave me nightmares for weeks and since then I have honestly never returned to Target nor do I ever want to.  It just comes to show how crazy people are nowadays, and how protective parents need to be of their children because you never know who is lurking in your town wanting to take your baby and do who knows what.