Tell A Scary Story

>>17775441
I was laying in bed about to shut eye and I feel an obvious, evil presence.

Well you might be saying, what does an evil presence feel like? It feels like your worst enemy that just told you he is about to murder you in the worst possible way, yet you can not run away from his immediate area and you don't know when he's going to do it.

After feeling what is a bad attitude towards me, I open my eyes and I see a blue glowing blob that is floating by my doorway. It began to float near my bed and eventually near my genital region where it immediately got bitterlycold and damp feeling on my penis. I prayed to God for this to stop and within seconds, it was gone.

I used to be afraid of living alone. I spent the first week "in my apartment" sleeping on my best friend's couch. The news was at fault, every morning I would watch while I ate I would hear about another person going missing. Or worse being found bloody with parts missing. But lately it's not been as bad.

Not since it came to live with me. It's such a cute thing, like a person except not quite.

It never speaks, and it moves like a gymnast in a back bend, crawling around with its belly pointed to the ceiling and it's head turning at odd angles to see the room. It's body is covered with ragged black hair, but I think it's all rooted in its scalp, it's just matted all over its body.

But it's very friendly. It smiles, how comforting it is to see it smile. It makes the loneliness disappear.

I don't know what it eats. I give it a plate of whatever I'm having, and sometimes it eats, a long gray-pink tongue lapping up whatever the plate has. But sometimes it goes days without eating. I worry that it might be hungry, but it seems happy enough. It slept beside my bed at first, but now it creeps into the bed beside me at night and makes soft pleasurable purrs when I stroke it's tangled hair and face. And in the dim light from my bedroom window I can see its smile.

It goes out the backdoor some nights, but it's back by the time I get up. I do wish it wouldn't leave, but since it comes back I can't complain.

It's good that my new friend is here. The killings have become very local. I'm lucky to feel safe in my home.

A young boy is sleeping in his bed on a usual night. He hears footsteps outside his door, and peeks out of his eyes to see what is happening. His door swings open quietly to reveal a murderer carrying the corpses of his parents. After silently propping them up on a chair, he writes something on the wall in the blood of the dead bodies. He then hides under the childs bed.

The child is scared beyond belief. He can’t read the writing on the wall and he knows the man is under his bed. Like any child, he pretends that he slept through the whole thing and hasn’t awoken yet. He lays still as the bodies, quietly hearing the breathes from under his bed.

An hour passes, and his eyes are adjusting more and more to the darkness. He tries to make out the words, but it’s a struggle. He gasps when he finally makes out the sentence.

“I know you’re awake”. He feels something shift underneath his bed.

>>17775453
>It feels like your worst enemy that just told you he is about to murder you in the worst possible way, yet you can not run away from his immediate area and you don't know when he's going to do it.
this is a pretty shitty descriptor to invoke fear
if it's my worst enemy i wouldn't be afraid, i'd be fucking pissed and want to beat his face in

change it to something else

>>17775478

Gotta agree. Could be better.

But ghostly goo sex is too kinky to be scary too.

Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.

>>17775453
Someone's 'flight'.

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When I was 16, a friend was asked to watch his Mom's new lake house for a night. It was just a dumpy little trailer next to a dock, but my friends and I were more than happy with making it our all-night fishing trip bunk house.

Things were chill at first. We made tons of Ramen Noodles, watched a bit of TV as we rigged up our poles, and left for the dock.

Several hours later (I want to say around 2 or 3) we came back to the house to find some more grub and drinks, but we ended up just settling in.

It's been 5 years ago and I can't remember a lot of the in-between moments, so to make a long story short:

>Strange noises
>creaking, banging thuds, etc. all night
>When we tried to sleep we noticed a bright red light glowing on the wall across from the bathroom door.
>Upon inspection, the bathroom light was off and there wasn't even a red surface for it to reflect from.
>The next afternoon we were all dozing in and out of consciousness from a lack of sleep.
>Buddy decides to sleep alone in the bedroom.
>My other friend and I wake up about the same time, look for buddy, try to get into bedroom but it's apparently locked
>We bang and pry on the door to no avail
>Finally he wakes up and opens the door from his side.
>There is no lock.


Later on, without ever hearing about this story, a substitute teacher in one of our high school classes was BS'ing with another group of students when she mentioned a family member of hers having killed themselves in a trailer similar to the one we had stayed in. In fact, she described it exactly, including the fact that the entire bedroom had been remodeled because that's where the suicide had apparently taken place.

When we inquired, she said it was on the same lake, in the same area as the house we were in.

Pretty sure we got spooked on.

>>17775441
Jennifer wrestled her friend playfully to the ground
In front of the snowcone stand
And began licking at the girl's eyeballs
As if they were sugar cubes

Their bodies convulsed and flailed
With an almost seizure like intensity
At times their pale limbs seeming to shift back
And forth from one torso to the other

A crowd gathered almost immediately to watch these two
Girls tie and untie their bodies like a pair of pit vipers
They were confused, or concerned
Or shocked, or aroused, or all of the above

But no one dared interfere with the performance
Jennifer's long ashen hair hung down concealing the girls face
Like a curtain around a hospital bed
No one had any idea

That the girls eyes were revolving under her ruby tongue
This is disgusting, it's pornography
Exclaimed a pasty slut white woman in a fur coat
Vanilla ice cream smeared across her double chin like a money shot

Counting a balding professor type in his
Mid forties, his left hand stuffed crassly down the
Front of his pants no, no, no
This is beautiful, this is art

>>17775441

boo!

the end

Bees.
Bees?
Bees...
No, not bees.
Buzzing.
Buzzing, not bees.
Wasps!

>>17775441
I was home from iraq, and decided to go exploring some old mine shafts in the woods with my younger brother.

So we get into this tunnel, and just inside the entrance, by about 100 feet, is this side passage about 50 feet long, that would have been used as storage about 100 years ago.

So we go farther in the tunnels, and realize that they go back like, a retarded distance.

As we go farther and farther in we get this strange sense of foreboding. Like we arent meant to be there.

We come to place where the shaft forks, but dont want to go any further, as we already have about 1000 ft of rock overhead and are starting to notice sloughing and cracks in the stone walls. So I turn towards the entrance, which is just a speck of light behind us, and we bigin walking towards it.

About halfway out, the entrance about the size of a dime in the dark now, something steps into the passage from the side tunnel.

Both of us raised our rifles (its montana, we never go into the woods unarmed) and had a whispered debate over what to do.
My younger brother was army, I was a marine, both infantry, so we decided fuck it. Cant go back, gotta go forward.

So we stalk forward, and about 200 feet from the entrance to the side tunnel the sillouhette, now definiteley a person, turns and darts back down the side passage.

We sprint forward and shine our lights down the side passage, totally empty, we walked the whole thing, found nothing. As we exited the side passage a grate back further into the darkness we had passed slammed shut.

Our resolve broke and we sprinted into the light and ran back to our truck.

I guess is aint visceral and filled with references to pop-occcultism and various memes and scary bloody imagery or cold spots and voices, but the feeling we both had was so intense, like, I would compare it to the tension right before a firefight in iraq, it felt incredibly terrifying and hostile.

I'll give you the best I got, but not much.

Between 2008 and 2009 I saw UFOs.

I should stress that I'm not a believer in the paranormal, and I believe that the reason for these sightings was the fact that I was on ADHD meds (unhealthily large doses) at the time. These meds are known to cause hallucinations, and intellectually, that's what I attribute these sightings to.

The sightings were the same each time, and they happened on 4 or 5 occasions, always at night but not late-late (say, 10 or 11pm).

What would happen was I'd look up in the sky and see a fiery triangle. It didn't look like a spaceship exactly, but like some sort of burning, triangular fire, way up in the sky. I call it a UFO because I can't think of any better word to describe it, but that's what it was, each time: a burning triangle in the sky.

The thing about these things that still gets me somewhat to this day is two things:

1. Typical amphetamine hallucinations tend to 'go away' if you stare at them too closely. I was on a very high level of amphetamines at the time, and I know what the typical 'spiders on the wall' hallucinations you get when you take too much look like. This wasn't at all like that, because no matter how much I'd squint and blink and rub my eyes, the triangle always looked exactly the same. I'd stare at it for minutes at a time and it kept its shape perfectly, not like a hallucination at all.

2) I wasn't actually overdosing on my drugs at the time. Although I was prescribed ADHD meds at the period when this was happening, I wasn't badly abusing them, which is usually what it takes hallucinate on amphetamines.

So while I'm convinced that these were amphetamine-related hallucinations in some way, they were not like any other speed hallucination I'd ever had.