Lets get another Spoopy Story Thread going

>>18044926
OP can't contribute anything decent.
Here's something anyway
>Be me
>Medical student, working late in anatomy lab
>Revising for upcoming exams, very tired but also determined
>It’s around 21:45
>Medical School is attached to a big hospital
>Anatomy lab shares same space as hospital mortuary
>Anatomy technician is my bro, I have his access card for the doors
>Getting restless, decide to have a walk around
>Need a piss, can’t be bothered to go upstairs to the hospital entrance ones
>There’s a toilet in the changing room
>Walk through scrub room past the screen that looks into the mortuary
>Into the changing room, having a piss
>Suddenly I can hear a muffled sobbing
>Nope.jpg
>I whip around and leave the bathroom, sobbing gets louder
>Can hear water running
>No one in the scrub room, the tables are clear and all the drawers are closed
>Still can hear crying, cannot work out where it’s coming from
>There’s a massive crashing sound and the crying stops
>I keep running, grab all of my things and leave
>Never studied in the anatomy lab after that

>>18044926
voodoo one
I'd go home to Bangladesh in summers when I was younger, and we would stay on the third floor of the apartment building my grandparents owned.

One day a servant girl brought some snacks to our floor. No one else was around to answer the door at the time so I went. I had no idea who she was, nor did I particularly care. I was just confused why some super happy girl brought us snacks, because it was about two weeks too late for a welcome. But my parents knew a lot of people so I took it without any fuss and left it on a table.

My family came back later and my uncle took a piece. But as he took a bite, my mom slapped it out of his hand and suddenly everyone started freaking out.

Apparently it was food meant to put a curse on us. Which meant someone had it out for my family. My uncle, who's normally big and dopey was infuriated about everything for the next two days.

Obviously that's not evidence of anything, but I was alarmed that my family was so worried about this. My mom had never made any indication of believing in anything like witchcraft before, even my dad was freaked out. Members of the neighborhood were dispatched to find out who the girl with the snacks was, but i was apparently the only one who had ever seen her.

I think one of the cleaning girl servants found something else voodoo-ish on our floor later too, but things like that weren't in my normal vocabulary so I didn't pick up on all the details.

>>18044926
Another one
>About a year ago
>Lying in bed at 1:00, trying to fall asleep
>Slowly drifting when I hear a tapping sound
>Wake up suddenly, assume it was just in my head
>Keep myself wide awake for about a minute just to be sure
>Nothing
>Slowly drifting back asleep again
>Tap Tap Tap
>Wake up, this time a bit nervous
>Wait for about five minutes this time
>Tap Tap Tap Tap
>Definitely not in my head
>Tapping's coming from the window above my bed
>I'm on the ground level of the house, but this window's almost eight feet up in the air
>Tap Tap Tap--
>Get up slowly from my bed, tapping stops abruptly
>Slowly sneak over to close my bedroom door
>Turn towards the window
>Open the curtains
>See some lady staring at me with her face literally an inch from the glass
>Lock eyes with her unintentionally
>She's fucking eyeing me like a hawk
>Tap... Tap... Tap...
>She gestures for me to open the window
>Fuck no
>Close curtains
>Cover ears
>Try to get some sleep, didn't

Still hear the tapping every few months or so, no rhyme or reason to it; I've never opened the window and I always get nightmares every time I "hear" (I'm not sure if its just a hallucination brought on by sleep deprivation) the tapping regardless.

>>18044926
Yet another
>Be me
>9 yo
>Going to get a glass of water
>Hears footsteps in the living room while in the kitchen
>Stick my head out to see an empty living room
>inb4 oh shit ghosts
>Over the next few years strange things occur
The attic door would open itself even if locked, things would go missing or be moved without explanation.
>few years pass
>now a teenager
>helping to remodel my childhood home
>in the attic
>Find a fucking door above the living room. wtf
>In room behind door, find a small mattress with food boxes strewn around
>everything covered in dust
>mfw someone was living in my attic
>mfw I didn't find out until long after they had moved out.

>>18044926
Last One. Someone please contribute
>Used to go hiking through my massive expanse of woods when I was 14-15
>Usually went alone, this time had a friend with me
>Always carried my dads .38 Revolver for coyotes
>walking through woods one night, buddy carrying LED lantern
>it had started to go out, besides it we only had a few flashlights
>it died, we started to use our flashlights and decided to start walking back home
>we turn around and walk about 200 feet into the woods
>hear a grown man talking to us
>we freak out and turn around
>remember I have .38 tucked into my waistband
>we both look at this guy, I pull the revolver and hold it to my side
>it's like he doesnt even notice
>obese fuckhueg guy, like 6'8 maybe
>he just says "what" like 3 times
>Tell him that this is our property and that we're allowed to shoot him (It wasnt, but it was hard to tell in the woods, whatever.)
>he just looks at us and smiles almost nervously, it was really unsettling
>he looks as if he's going to step towards us, I thumb the hammer on the revolver and level it at his face
>"whatever man!"
>he yelled at us like some crazy autist
>turned tail and fucked off
>didnt even appear to have a flashlight or anything
>me and my friend sprinted for home
>told my dad what happened
>not allowed to explore the woods anymore, cops called to look for the guy
>nothing ever turned up, after a few days of scanning the woods

>>18044974
bump

>>18044974
bump2

>>18044950
Fucking bengalis. So damn superstitious and illiterate.

>>18044957
What does she looks like? Tell me more about it.

Here goes nothing.

>be me
>3 years ago, fresh out of highschool
>Buddy and I want to drive up to WI in the middle of the night
>jump in his car, grab drinks, and go
>Heading up there, chatting it up in the car
>get on a very long straight road
>endless empty cornfield on our left, house on our right, with driveways and mailboxes every 15ft or so.
>Behind the houses is another endless cornfield (fucking love Illinois)
>sitting in the passenger seat watching the mailboxes go by
>look ahead and see some trashbags piled up near a mailbox
>Big stack of trash bags up to my chest
>See something between the trash and the mailbox
>wut.gif
>Looks like a guy witha bedsheet draped over him
>Really easy to see him because it was bright white, our headlights lit him up
>seriously it was so comical and weird how he was waving his arms around, the sheet billowing in the wind
>Follow him with my head as we pass him
>"Dude did you see that nutjob?"
>Friend has no idea what I'm talking about
>Force him to turn around while explaining what I saw
>doesn't believe me obviously
>Able to turn around 4 driveways down
>I looked for him and couldn't see anything.
>Driveways were really long
>Way to long to sprint
>Endless empty cornfield on the other side of the road.
>we ended up heading back home after that for whatever reason.

Seriously if it wasn't for how cliche it looked, it would freak me out thinking back on it. There's no way a guy could have ran up those driveways without us seeing him as bright as he was, and I didn't see him anywhere in the fields. No idea how to explain it.

>>18047459
OP is back. Here's another story I found. BTW, I don't know, I just pasted the story here.
be me, 12 years ago
>parents die in car wreck on the interstate
>no siblings or close family, just an uncle i barely know on the other side of the country- he and my dad didn't get along
>18 so I'm still living alone in parents' house, just me and my dog
>it's only been a week and I cry myself to sleep like every other night
>something wakes me up
>floor creaks in hallway outside my room, like someone being stealthy
>dog is growling like a madman, hair standing up
>my mom slowly leans her face around the door
>"Go to sleep anon, everything is alright now..."
>It sounds like her but it doesn't
>her lips aren't moving like a normal person's and her head is at a crazy angle
>it slowly moves down until she's about an inch off the floor, staring at me the whole time
>my dad shoots his head around the corner like a fucking alien
>dog is whimpering now, blood feels like fucking ice water in my veins
>"go to sleep anon, it will all be over soon"
>again, it sounds like him but it's just wrong somehow
>mom's head shoots around the corner at lightning speed, so does my dad's
>grab my phone and dial 911
>as quickly and quietly as possible I tell the dispatcher there's a home invasion at my address and hang up
>lay there with my eyes shut tight, heart pounding like a drum, fists clenching my sheets, tears running down my face
>I hear the creaks and voices again
>"are you asleep yet, son?"
>"it will be alright soon"
>then a giggle that sounds like nothing human
>then sirens
>thank fucking God
>steps pounding up to the front door, muffled shouts, then they kick the door in
>footsteps racing out of the hallway
>the police search the house and during the investigation this detective tells me, grim faced
>"anon, we found your parents'... faces... on the floor downstairs"
TLDR some fag wore kids dead parents masks to his house

>>18044926
bumping again
>Be me around 13-15
>Super old condemed Hospital from early 1900s in town
>4 friends and I decide to break in see what we could find
>Just before we get ready to go one friend backs out, asks us to video for him later
>enter in through bottom floor
>start hearing weird creaks and groans
Think no big deal, place is condemed
>decide to go to basement
Old morgue type for hospital
>Shit starts opening and closing
>voices and laugher

Get home to other friend
>Pull up video to watch
>first floor normal, hear is talking about croaks and groans
>None heard on camera
Mover to downstairs
>Video goes white and cuts off
>Shit my fucking pants
Still think about that night