Scary Stories!

[Dante's Stalker]

Not so much a fic, but I don't think it would suit posting this thread in the General Discussion board or in the Bloody Palace board, so I figured, this might be the right place to do it?

Not that I'm dried up on creativity, not at all, but I need some inspiration to open my mind to a wider variety.

SO!

Here is where we all exchange scary stories! And I don't mean fanfiction or original fiction - I mean actual supernatural or inexplicable things that have happened to you personally, or that you know has happened to a friend/family member. The type of thing that makes your hackles rise and has you looking over your shoulder every few seconds.

So *in sarcastic reporter voice* ground breaking news for this weekend: the creepy dark part of my grandmother's house is officially haunted! From a cellphone being flicked off the bathroom sink, to the ominous feeling of being watched in the dark, isolated room used as storage space, to doors closing by themselves in the middle of the night - and of course, the actual sighting of a little girl in a blue dress wandering that part of the house.

I was just lucky enough NOT to be the one to actually see it.

Anybody else has any stories to share? I have LOTS of 'em.

 

[DreadnoughtDT]

My old apartment that I lived in before I moved to my house was haunted. There was a man with blond hair and a green shirt and khaki pants who used to wander the halls. I got a glimpse of him through the mirror once. Scared me half to death.

 

[Laurence Barnes]

apparently in heraford the shop game is haunted

things dissapear...lights glow in the attic

the manager even saw a girl and a hung man in the attic

then the shop next door heard piano music through the wall in game's attic

 

[Shadow]

I’ve got tons of supernatural stories…so…I guess I’ll just say the one that impacted me the most.

When I was six we moved into a condo. It seemed fine but mum kept mentioning that she felt like something was watching her when she went upstairs. And things escalated from there. I would see transparent children in my room playing with my toys which would, I kid you not, move. Lights would flicker and rooms would go oddly cold or hot. We would also see shadows on the walls of brightly lit rooms.

And then I met Nate. He looked like a WWII soldier at the time, and would tell me things. Secrets. Like where things were hidden and when things were about to happen. For instance, he told me an earthquake was going to occur and the next day it happened. Needless to say, I never doubted Nate again.

Several years later, and things in the house abruptly changed. Things would unexpectedly fall on top of people. A can got crushed when no one was near it. My mother saw a dark figure standing near the front door, glaring at her. One time when my exstepdad was cooking, several eggs flew out of his hand. Mum and I saw a woman in Victorian clothing walk down the stairs.

And all of a sudden, I stopped seeing Nate. But every where around the house we all felt like we were being watched or like someone reached out a touched us.

All in all, it was a very creepy house. Years and two houses later, I’m extremely glad I don’t live there any more. Though, I actually do live in another haunted house. -_- *grumbles* At least these ghosts don’t seem so…erm…demonic? Cuz…I’m pretty sure that’s what Nate was.

Anywho…that’s it for now.

Happy haunting.

 

[DreadnoughtDT]

I’ve got tons of supernatural stories…so…I guess I’ll just say the one that impacted me the most.

When I was six we moved into a condo. It seemed fine but mum kept mentioning that she felt like something was watching her when she went upstairs. And things escalated from there. I would see transparent children in my room playing with my toys which would, I kid you not, move. Lights would flicker and rooms would go oddly cold or hot. We would also see shadows on the walls of brightly lit rooms.

And then I met Nate. He looked like a WWII soldier at the time, and would tell me things. Secrets. Like where things were hidden and when things were about to happen. For instance, he told me an earthquake was going to occur and the next day it happened. Needless to say, I never doubted Nate again.

Several years later, and things in the house abruptly changed. Things would unexpectedly fall on top of people. A can got crushed when no one was near it. My mother saw a dark figure standing near the front door, glaring at her. One time when my exstepdad was cooking, several eggs flew out of his hand. Mum and I saw a woman in Victorian clothing walk down the stairs.

And all of a sudden, I stopped seeing Nate. But every where around the house we all felt like we were being watched or like someone reached out a touched us.

All in all, it was a very creepy house. Years and two houses later, I’m extremely glad I don’t live there any more. Though, I actually do live in another haunted house. -_- *grumbles* At least these ghosts don’t seem so…erm…demonic? Cuz…I’m pretty sure that’s what Nate was.

Anywho…that’s it for now.

Happy haunting.

Damn man, that's nothing compared to something I saw once. There used to be at least four spirits in my home. One that manifested as a tall shadow with strange blue eyes, one that looked like a transparent child, one that manifested as an old man's face that would mumble in gibberish and seemed as if it was stuck to my wall in a strange, fleshy way, and the last one manifested as a swarm of small shadowy imps.

Aden, my guardian angel, seemed powerless against them. But little by little, he managed to drive them off. Aden and I refuse to talk about it to each other, because it would give the spirits a portal to return.