I am going on a vacation so I wont be able to post in my blog!
Friday, 28 June 2013
The Hat Man
night was dark. The only light emitted into the tiny bedroom was from the door that stood slightly ajar. The room was clean for a four year old little boy. There weren’t any toys covering the floor and no clothes thrown about the room.
The little boy slept soundly; light snores could be heard coming deep from within his chest. His arm twitched fervently, but became still after a few seconds. The sound of his breathing rang out across the silent room.
Seeing the child deep in his slumber, the tiny little man clambered out from under the boy’s bed. He was a short fellow with a quirky moustache set above his crooked lips. His eyes, which were enlarged, set close to his forehead. He had no nose, but his ears made up for that. On top of his head, sat a velvet black top hat with fifteen little red cards sticking out of the band wrapped around it. He stood up on the haunches of his feet and stretched his tiny body out, a sigh leaving his parched lips.
The little boy stirred, but didn’t wake. The tiny man giggled lightly and stepped back from the bed a bit. His eyes glanced around the small room, but slid back onto the little boy after mere seconds. He smiled a crooked smile and allowed his fingers to glide across the soft down comforter. The boy’s eyes jerked open at that motion and he nearly screamed if not for the calming manner of the man standing before him.
“H-hello. What’s y-your name?” the little boy stuttered out, gazing at the awkward little man.
The man merely smiled and clutched at his hat. “My name is Hat Man Williams, but you can call me Hat Man,” he paused a second and the boy continued to stare at him in wonder. “I’ve never seen you before. What’s your name, my dear boy?”
“My name’s Jake. We just moved here.”
Hat Man smiled crookedly and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Ah, that would explain why I’ve never seen the likes of you before.” His mouth twitched a little as he said this.
Jake sat up in his bed and rubbed at his eyes. His light brown hair stuck up in odd angles around his head. He curiously moved closer to the odd man sitting on the edge of his bed.
“Why were you under my bed?” he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
Hat Man stood up soundlessly and paced around the room. His expression stayed happy, but his mood turned somber. They always had ways of getting to him. This one, with his innocence.
“I was hiding. If your parents saw me, we couldn’t be friends and I really like you, Jake. Don’t you want to be friends?” He turned and looked at Jake’s innocent face as he beamed with happiness.
“Of course I want to be friends with you, Hat Man.” His cheeks turned a rosy red when he smiled.
A noise in the hallway startled the two and Hat Man clambered back under the bed. Jake’s eyebrows rose in confusion, but lay back down in his bed. He closed his eyes just as his mother peeked her head in the doorway. Her blonde hair fell like a curtain across her face as she leaned a bit farther into the room, and satisfied that her child was fast asleep, retreated from the room, leaving the door cracked just a little.
Jake picked his head up from the pillow and whispered for Hat Man, but he never showed up again, that night anyway.
The next morning after Jake had woken; Hat Man stepped out from under his bed and smiled that crooked smile of his. Jake smiled warmly up at him.
“Do you want to play with me today, Jake?” Hat Man asked, his dark eyes sparkling morosely. His top hat sat askew on his head, the red cards flashing dully in the morning light that shown through the windows facing to his left.
“You bet I do!” Jake exclaimed heartily. He jumped up and down with joy.
Hat Man smirked and ran his lithe tongue across his crooked lips. He’d play a game, alright. A game that only he had won.
“Let’s play hide and seek. If you win, I’ll go away. But if I win, you get to be my friend forever.” At that he started counting.
Jake smiled and ran from the room. His parents were downstairs, and he remembered what Hat Man had said about his parents finding out, so he hid in the bathroom underneath the sink.
Hat Man stopped counting and spun around, making sure to check every spot in the room before heading out of it and down the hallway. He cautiously made his way from the boy’s room to the spare room, where he found no one, but a bed and a dresser. He crept out of that room and into the bathroom. He smiled knowingly as he put a tiny hand on the cabinet door under the sink. Slowly, he opened it and found Jake cowering in the corner. His time was up.
Hat Man descended on him and pulled him from the cabinet. His nails slowly came out further and he ripped the boy’s throat out. The blood splashed across the mirror and walls and Hat Man licked it up. His tongue lapped at Jake’s throat as he cleaned the wound and then he ripped Jake’s skin off of his body and compressed it into a little red card; of which he stuck up into the band of his top hat, sixteen now.
Jake was found later that day, skinned in his bathtub. And Hat Man was never seen in that vicinity again.
The little boy slept soundly; light snores could be heard coming deep from within his chest. His arm twitched fervently, but became still after a few seconds. The sound of his breathing rang out across the silent room.
Seeing the child deep in his slumber, the tiny little man clambered out from under the boy’s bed. He was a short fellow with a quirky moustache set above his crooked lips. His eyes, which were enlarged, set close to his forehead. He had no nose, but his ears made up for that. On top of his head, sat a velvet black top hat with fifteen little red cards sticking out of the band wrapped around it. He stood up on the haunches of his feet and stretched his tiny body out, a sigh leaving his parched lips.
The little boy stirred, but didn’t wake. The tiny man giggled lightly and stepped back from the bed a bit. His eyes glanced around the small room, but slid back onto the little boy after mere seconds. He smiled a crooked smile and allowed his fingers to glide across the soft down comforter. The boy’s eyes jerked open at that motion and he nearly screamed if not for the calming manner of the man standing before him.
“H-hello. What’s y-your name?” the little boy stuttered out, gazing at the awkward little man.
The man merely smiled and clutched at his hat. “My name is Hat Man Williams, but you can call me Hat Man,” he paused a second and the boy continued to stare at him in wonder. “I’ve never seen you before. What’s your name, my dear boy?”
“My name’s Jake. We just moved here.”
Hat Man smiled crookedly and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Ah, that would explain why I’ve never seen the likes of you before.” His mouth twitched a little as he said this.
Jake sat up in his bed and rubbed at his eyes. His light brown hair stuck up in odd angles around his head. He curiously moved closer to the odd man sitting on the edge of his bed.
“Why were you under my bed?” he asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
Hat Man stood up soundlessly and paced around the room. His expression stayed happy, but his mood turned somber. They always had ways of getting to him. This one, with his innocence.
“I was hiding. If your parents saw me, we couldn’t be friends and I really like you, Jake. Don’t you want to be friends?” He turned and looked at Jake’s innocent face as he beamed with happiness.
“Of course I want to be friends with you, Hat Man.” His cheeks turned a rosy red when he smiled.
A noise in the hallway startled the two and Hat Man clambered back under the bed. Jake’s eyebrows rose in confusion, but lay back down in his bed. He closed his eyes just as his mother peeked her head in the doorway. Her blonde hair fell like a curtain across her face as she leaned a bit farther into the room, and satisfied that her child was fast asleep, retreated from the room, leaving the door cracked just a little.
Jake picked his head up from the pillow and whispered for Hat Man, but he never showed up again, that night anyway.
The next morning after Jake had woken; Hat Man stepped out from under his bed and smiled that crooked smile of his. Jake smiled warmly up at him.
“Do you want to play with me today, Jake?” Hat Man asked, his dark eyes sparkling morosely. His top hat sat askew on his head, the red cards flashing dully in the morning light that shown through the windows facing to his left.
“You bet I do!” Jake exclaimed heartily. He jumped up and down with joy.
Hat Man smirked and ran his lithe tongue across his crooked lips. He’d play a game, alright. A game that only he had won.
“Let’s play hide and seek. If you win, I’ll go away. But if I win, you get to be my friend forever.” At that he started counting.
Jake smiled and ran from the room. His parents were downstairs, and he remembered what Hat Man had said about his parents finding out, so he hid in the bathroom underneath the sink.
Hat Man stopped counting and spun around, making sure to check every spot in the room before heading out of it and down the hallway. He cautiously made his way from the boy’s room to the spare room, where he found no one, but a bed and a dresser. He crept out of that room and into the bathroom. He smiled knowingly as he put a tiny hand on the cabinet door under the sink. Slowly, he opened it and found Jake cowering in the corner. His time was up.
Hat Man descended on him and pulled him from the cabinet. His nails slowly came out further and he ripped the boy’s throat out. The blood splashed across the mirror and walls and Hat Man licked it up. His tongue lapped at Jake’s throat as he cleaned the wound and then he ripped Jake’s skin off of his body and compressed it into a little red card; of which he stuck up into the band of his top hat, sixteen now.
Jake was found later that day, skinned in his bathtub. And Hat Man was never seen in that vicinity again.
Thursday, 27 June 2013
Isabella's Near Death!
In 2011 a girl named Isabella told her story to me -
My name is Isabella. Three years ago, when I was nine, this is what happened to me. I was sick. Very sick. I was suffering from bronchial asthma (which isn't unusual since my family has a history of asthma). I had been absent from school for a week or so. I wasn't admitted to the hospital because we where pretty poor at that time. I just stayed at home, lying on the couch. I seemed to be on my death bed. I did almost everything on that couch. I ate and slept there. Also there was a chamber pot where I could pee. I couldn't risk tiring myself going to the bathroom. I knew I was dying. The food my body took in would eventually be upchucked after I swallowed it. I was practically a living zombie.
Soon after I had another asthma attack. My mother hurriedly set up the Nebulizer only to find out that we had run out of nebules. She sent my sister and her friend to the pharmacy to buy more, but it was really far. I started convulsing. I couldn't breathe and I gasped. It seemed like my lungs were being squeezed out of air. My mother ran towards me and encouraged me to keep breathing. I heard her crying, but I couldn't help it. I knew what was going to happen next.
I began to slip in and out of consciousness. I could hear my mother screaming and shaking me. It was no use. I was not breathing anymore. And then it happened. I closed my eyes and saw myself in a place... it was so bright ... and it seemed like I was nearing a light. I started to breathe normal again and it felt peaceful, calm and heavenly. I could hear singing and I tried to reach out my hands. It felt wonderful being there but I could subconsciously feel my body being shaken. I could hear my Mother. She was screaming and pleading for me to come back. It felt like my soul was being suctioned away from the light. It happened so fast. In a split section I was in my body again with opened eyes. The last thing I can remember was my mother with her tear streaked face. Her mouth was moving, saying something I could not hear.
To this day my mother doesn't exactly enjoy talking about it. I understand, so I avoid the topic. Sometimes I try to tell people about this experience, but I know they think I'm a nut case and I'm making it all up. So I don't talk about it very much. I know this isn't a ghost story, but I had to share it with someone. Thank you for reading.
My name is Isabella. Three years ago, when I was nine, this is what happened to me. I was sick. Very sick. I was suffering from bronchial asthma (which isn't unusual since my family has a history of asthma). I had been absent from school for a week or so. I wasn't admitted to the hospital because we where pretty poor at that time. I just stayed at home, lying on the couch. I seemed to be on my death bed. I did almost everything on that couch. I ate and slept there. Also there was a chamber pot where I could pee. I couldn't risk tiring myself going to the bathroom. I knew I was dying. The food my body took in would eventually be upchucked after I swallowed it. I was practically a living zombie.
Soon after I had another asthma attack. My mother hurriedly set up the Nebulizer only to find out that we had run out of nebules. She sent my sister and her friend to the pharmacy to buy more, but it was really far. I started convulsing. I couldn't breathe and I gasped. It seemed like my lungs were being squeezed out of air. My mother ran towards me and encouraged me to keep breathing. I heard her crying, but I couldn't help it. I knew what was going to happen next.
I began to slip in and out of consciousness. I could hear my mother screaming and shaking me. It was no use. I was not breathing anymore. And then it happened. I closed my eyes and saw myself in a place... it was so bright ... and it seemed like I was nearing a light. I started to breathe normal again and it felt peaceful, calm and heavenly. I could hear singing and I tried to reach out my hands. It felt wonderful being there but I could subconsciously feel my body being shaken. I could hear my Mother. She was screaming and pleading for me to come back. It felt like my soul was being suctioned away from the light. It happened so fast. In a split section I was in my body again with opened eyes. The last thing I can remember was my mother with her tear streaked face. Her mouth was moving, saying something I could not hear.
To this day my mother doesn't exactly enjoy talking about it. I understand, so I avoid the topic. Sometimes I try to tell people about this experience, but I know they think I'm a nut case and I'm making it all up. So I don't talk about it very much. I know this isn't a ghost story, but I had to share it with someone. Thank you for reading.
Liar,Liar!
I'm the type of person you can't trust. I'm always playing tricks, gossiping and spreading rumors. What I am about to tell you was enough to change my actions. And indeed it did.
My friend Zac and I decided to play a joke on our neighbor, Dean. He's a good friend and we always entered his house without knocking. The door was open and his parents weren't home. It made us nervous that Dean would leave the door open while home alone. We headed upstairs to his room. Behind the closed door we could hear him typing on his computer. I slowly opened the door and snuck up behind him. Zac went on one side while I went on the other. On the count of three we screamed in his ear and he fell off his chair. I happened to look at his computer screen. He was on Facebook posting false ghost stories about him meeting bloody Mary. After he got up I decided I would improvise and make the stories even better.
I wrote venomous nonsense about Dean going into the bathroom at Applebees and finding a dead body. As soon as I posted it I received a message on my phone. It was from a number I didn't recognize. It said, "You shouldn't tell what isn't true". I was kinda freaked out. I told the scared-out- of-his-mind-Dean and the Laugh-Out-Loud-Zac. They said I was imagining things. I checked my phone. The screen was black and my phone was dead.
A few days later I joined my mom and grandma for a trip to Las Vegas for our vacation. It was a five hour drive from where we lived. I sat in the back seat fiddling with my phone. My mom decided it was time to take a bathroom break and get some food. We were across the street from McDonalds. I begged my mom to let me stay in the car. I'm awfully lazy and she could bring me some food. She declined. I put on my flip flops and got out. I decided I would go to the men's bathroom. I was wrapping up my business when I heard someone in the stall next to me. That was weird. When I came in I was sure no one was there. I came out and being a freaky kid I looked under the stall. I screamed. A man was lying on the floor staring at me from under the door. His mouth was open and filled with black liquid. I jumped back. As I turned around I found myself staring in the mirror. In the reflection was a man crawling from under the stall. I blinked and held my eyes closed for a while hoping it would end. When I opened my eyes the man was an inch away from my face. His empty eye sockets streamed out black liquid and his mouth was stitched up. His hands were choppy and scarred. He appeared to me like a shadow. He closed his two hands on my face and opened his mouth. He released a tongue that stretched around what seemed forever. Before I blacked out I realised he looked like the dead body from my Applebees post on Facebook.
I woke up in the hotel room. The first thing I did was look for my computer. I logged into my account and went on Dean's page. I saw that a man named Roger Simons liked his status. Roger Simon's profile picture looked somewhat familiar. I zoomed in to find myself staring into the deceiving, lying eyes of the McDonalds monster. I got a text again from that same number I hadn't recognised before. It said "look at the news". I turned on the television and flipped the channel to 7. A news reporter said that a man was killed in a McDonald's bathroom. When the investigators searched for evidence they found out that the man's name was Roger. Roger Simons.
My friend Zac and I decided to play a joke on our neighbor, Dean. He's a good friend and we always entered his house without knocking. The door was open and his parents weren't home. It made us nervous that Dean would leave the door open while home alone. We headed upstairs to his room. Behind the closed door we could hear him typing on his computer. I slowly opened the door and snuck up behind him. Zac went on one side while I went on the other. On the count of three we screamed in his ear and he fell off his chair. I happened to look at his computer screen. He was on Facebook posting false ghost stories about him meeting bloody Mary. After he got up I decided I would improvise and make the stories even better.
I wrote venomous nonsense about Dean going into the bathroom at Applebees and finding a dead body. As soon as I posted it I received a message on my phone. It was from a number I didn't recognize. It said, "You shouldn't tell what isn't true". I was kinda freaked out. I told the scared-out- of-his-mind-Dean and the Laugh-Out-Loud-Zac. They said I was imagining things. I checked my phone. The screen was black and my phone was dead.
A few days later I joined my mom and grandma for a trip to Las Vegas for our vacation. It was a five hour drive from where we lived. I sat in the back seat fiddling with my phone. My mom decided it was time to take a bathroom break and get some food. We were across the street from McDonalds. I begged my mom to let me stay in the car. I'm awfully lazy and she could bring me some food. She declined. I put on my flip flops and got out. I decided I would go to the men's bathroom. I was wrapping up my business when I heard someone in the stall next to me. That was weird. When I came in I was sure no one was there. I came out and being a freaky kid I looked under the stall. I screamed. A man was lying on the floor staring at me from under the door. His mouth was open and filled with black liquid. I jumped back. As I turned around I found myself staring in the mirror. In the reflection was a man crawling from under the stall. I blinked and held my eyes closed for a while hoping it would end. When I opened my eyes the man was an inch away from my face. His empty eye sockets streamed out black liquid and his mouth was stitched up. His hands were choppy and scarred. He appeared to me like a shadow. He closed his two hands on my face and opened his mouth. He released a tongue that stretched around what seemed forever. Before I blacked out I realised he looked like the dead body from my Applebees post on Facebook.
I woke up in the hotel room. The first thing I did was look for my computer. I logged into my account and went on Dean's page. I saw that a man named Roger Simons liked his status. Roger Simon's profile picture looked somewhat familiar. I zoomed in to find myself staring into the deceiving, lying eyes of the McDonalds monster. I got a text again from that same number I hadn't recognised before. It said "look at the news". I turned on the television and flipped the channel to 7. A news reporter said that a man was killed in a McDonald's bathroom. When the investigators searched for evidence they found out that the man's name was Roger. Roger Simons.
Is Jeff The Killer Real?
As people all say " Jeff The Killer isn't real". But do we know that for a fact? As we already know, Jeff was a very sad kid. he was bullied alot in his childhood years. But then while he was wrestling with the bully he seemed to just...snap. All his sanity drained out of him. The bleach fell onto him, burning his skin and then was set on fire. His hair was burnt to black, his skin was pale as snow, and the fire just messed with his facial structure.
The story goes on saying that when his parents took him home from the hospital he was acting quite strange. laughing and smiling at his reflection. His mom woke up in the middle of the night too him cutting his cheeks to a smile with a knife and burning his eyelids out so he can forever smile and see his face. he then murdered his mom and dad, and killed Liu too. But the question that bothered me most was "how in the world would someone come up with the most twisted horror story like that?" and also " how did they create the way he looked?" no one knows who created the story, it was unknown. The story was posted on creepypastawiki; a famous website where people post such story's of things they have experienced or just for fun. Jeff The Killer became popular from then on. They also posted a picture of him. The story is all over the web now. So back to the question " Is Jeff The All Known Mass Murderer Real?"
Some people get mixed up between Jeff the killer and Jeffery Dahmer. Sorry to inform you but they are not the same person, getting really tired of seeing that persons name when i try too look up Jeff. back to what i was saying, Jeff the killer real? There is a possibility that he is. Not everyone has to agree on me with this. But on January 6th, 2011 there was a tape, and Jeff was caught in it. Now if you try too look up the video you will most likely not find it. I haven't even found it myself. It was up sometime but then got erased/ deleted. Luckily a person screenshot a part of the video of his face before the video was gone. The picture does match his description of the story, but i do not know where people got the idea that Jeff didn't have a nose, because he does. As i know ever since the video was took Jeff was never seen again. Most likely if he ever showed himself again it will be more easily to track him down. That's the power of technology these days.To the story, the author was unknown, what if jeff himself uploaded the story. Probably for attention. He wanted people to know him. To know that he was out there. Im still doing research on him, ill upload another Jeff The killer STORY SOON - Eesha
The story goes on saying that when his parents took him home from the hospital he was acting quite strange. laughing and smiling at his reflection. His mom woke up in the middle of the night too him cutting his cheeks to a smile with a knife and burning his eyelids out so he can forever smile and see his face. he then murdered his mom and dad, and killed Liu too. But the question that bothered me most was "how in the world would someone come up with the most twisted horror story like that?" and also " how did they create the way he looked?" no one knows who created the story, it was unknown. The story was posted on creepypastawiki; a famous website where people post such story's of things they have experienced or just for fun. Jeff The Killer became popular from then on. They also posted a picture of him. The story is all over the web now. So back to the question " Is Jeff The All Known Mass Murderer Real?"
Some people get mixed up between Jeff the killer and Jeffery Dahmer. Sorry to inform you but they are not the same person, getting really tired of seeing that persons name when i try too look up Jeff. back to what i was saying, Jeff the killer real? There is a possibility that he is. Not everyone has to agree on me with this. But on January 6th, 2011 there was a tape, and Jeff was caught in it. Now if you try too look up the video you will most likely not find it. I haven't even found it myself. It was up sometime but then got erased/ deleted. Luckily a person screenshot a part of the video of his face before the video was gone. The picture does match his description of the story, but i do not know where people got the idea that Jeff didn't have a nose, because he does. As i know ever since the video was took Jeff was never seen again. Most likely if he ever showed himself again it will be more easily to track him down. That's the power of technology these days.To the story, the author was unknown, what if jeff himself uploaded the story. Probably for attention. He wanted people to know him. To know that he was out there. Im still doing research on him, ill upload another Jeff The killer STORY SOON - Eesha
Hidden Stairs!
To start off, I have always been interested in the paranormal, but never experienced anything abnormal until I switched bedrooms when I was a teenager.
My family and I used to live in an old barn house that was built in the late 1800's. The house had only two families living it prior to mine. Coincidentally, the first residing family were my ancestors, however the story I am about to tell had to do with the family in between and their little girl.
When I was younger, before highschool, my parents were rennovating the upstairs (keep in mind too that at this point the house had already gone under some major rennovations, and a lot of the original structure of the house had been changed), and as a child I was NEVER allowed upstairs. My parents were afraid that my sister and I would get hurt if we played up there, so it was OFF LIMITS!! Because our second floor was in that condition, my sister and I shared a room on the first floor. When I was 13, the upstairs was finished and we were allowed to move up there.
I was in the process of moving my things into my OWN room, and stop in the middle of moving to sit down and admire my new room. It had a cathedral ceiling, with a fan at the top and the beams that supported the roof were exposed. I had a beautiful bay window, overlooking the street in front of my house. If you were standing in front of the window facing the inside of my room, you could see my closet doors, and to the left you could see my door. Just outside the door to my room you could see down into the bottom part of the house, sort of like an inside balcony.
Anyway, while I was lying on my floor admiring my new room, I drifted off to sleep. I dont know how long was I sleeping, I guess it really doesn't matter, what matters is what I dreamed about. In my dream, I was standing outside my new room in front of the doorway, looking in. Everything about room was the same as it was when I fell asleep, except that where a floor should have been in front of my door, was a whole and set of stairs leading down, into what was at that time my parents bedroom, but in my dream in led into a non-existant hallway. Lying in a heap at the bottom of the stairs was a little girl in a light blue dress spring dress. Her blonde hair was tossed around head and her neck was bent at an unnatural angle. In my dream, all I did was look at her. I said nothing, and nothing was said to me. The one thing that I remember the most, is the feeling that I got at the beginning of my dream and at the end. When I first saw the girl, I felt this overwhelming sense of sadness. After I stared at her for a while the feeling changed to, I don't know, I guess relief. Like the sadness was lifted away.
When I woke up, the sun was down and the stars were out. I got up, and rubbed the sleepy dust out of my eyes and went downstairs to get some dinner. When I got downstairs, my mom was in the kitchen. She asked me if I was enjoying my new room. Without answering her question, I asked her if the family before us ever had any children. She said yes, there was a girl and a boy. She proceeded to take me to our barn, which was attached to the house and showed me where the family had marked their names ages and heights on a post. Her name was Mandie. My nick name is Mandy. I asked my mom if anything happened to the girl. She said that sadly the little girl died when she was about my age. I aksed my mom if she knew how she died, she said no.
Curious still, I asked my mom if there was ever a hallway in her room or a set of stairs in mine. She looked me funny and told me to follow her once again. She led me to my room and lifted up the carpet in front of my bedroom door. She showed me the outline in the floor of where a set of stairs used to be and told me that they led to a hallway downstairs, and that in turn led a door that had long since been boarded up, before we moved in.
I have never experienced anything like that since, but I am convinced that because of my age and name that Mandie's ghost could finally move on and trust that I was going to be taking care of what I believe to be her room, from now on! COOL!! I KNOW!
My family and I used to live in an old barn house that was built in the late 1800's. The house had only two families living it prior to mine. Coincidentally, the first residing family were my ancestors, however the story I am about to tell had to do with the family in between and their little girl.
When I was younger, before highschool, my parents were rennovating the upstairs (keep in mind too that at this point the house had already gone under some major rennovations, and a lot of the original structure of the house had been changed), and as a child I was NEVER allowed upstairs. My parents were afraid that my sister and I would get hurt if we played up there, so it was OFF LIMITS!! Because our second floor was in that condition, my sister and I shared a room on the first floor. When I was 13, the upstairs was finished and we were allowed to move up there.
I was in the process of moving my things into my OWN room, and stop in the middle of moving to sit down and admire my new room. It had a cathedral ceiling, with a fan at the top and the beams that supported the roof were exposed. I had a beautiful bay window, overlooking the street in front of my house. If you were standing in front of the window facing the inside of my room, you could see my closet doors, and to the left you could see my door. Just outside the door to my room you could see down into the bottom part of the house, sort of like an inside balcony.
Anyway, while I was lying on my floor admiring my new room, I drifted off to sleep. I dont know how long was I sleeping, I guess it really doesn't matter, what matters is what I dreamed about. In my dream, I was standing outside my new room in front of the doorway, looking in. Everything about room was the same as it was when I fell asleep, except that where a floor should have been in front of my door, was a whole and set of stairs leading down, into what was at that time my parents bedroom, but in my dream in led into a non-existant hallway. Lying in a heap at the bottom of the stairs was a little girl in a light blue dress spring dress. Her blonde hair was tossed around head and her neck was bent at an unnatural angle. In my dream, all I did was look at her. I said nothing, and nothing was said to me. The one thing that I remember the most, is the feeling that I got at the beginning of my dream and at the end. When I first saw the girl, I felt this overwhelming sense of sadness. After I stared at her for a while the feeling changed to, I don't know, I guess relief. Like the sadness was lifted away.
When I woke up, the sun was down and the stars were out. I got up, and rubbed the sleepy dust out of my eyes and went downstairs to get some dinner. When I got downstairs, my mom was in the kitchen. She asked me if I was enjoying my new room. Without answering her question, I asked her if the family before us ever had any children. She said yes, there was a girl and a boy. She proceeded to take me to our barn, which was attached to the house and showed me where the family had marked their names ages and heights on a post. Her name was Mandie. My nick name is Mandy. I asked my mom if anything happened to the girl. She said that sadly the little girl died when she was about my age. I aksed my mom if she knew how she died, she said no.
Curious still, I asked my mom if there was ever a hallway in her room or a set of stairs in mine. She looked me funny and told me to follow her once again. She led me to my room and lifted up the carpet in front of my bedroom door. She showed me the outline in the floor of where a set of stairs used to be and told me that they led to a hallway downstairs, and that in turn led a door that had long since been boarded up, before we moved in.
I have never experienced anything like that since, but I am convinced that because of my age and name that Mandie's ghost could finally move on and trust that I was going to be taking care of what I believe to be her room, from now on! COOL!! I KNOW!
The Devil Within!
When I was a little girl, around 6 or 7, I used to have an imaginary friend. But then again, who didn't? After a few months, my mom started asking me if I was able to see something, or someone, so I told her the truth. No. Well, a couple of weeks later, I really did start talking to an actual person, who seemed alright at first....but whatever it was, tortured me and my mom for years.
It started one day after I came home from school. I went upstairs to my room to do my reading homework and I noticed that my bed looked as if someone had been in it recently. I made my bed that morning, so I figured my mom must have come in and taken a nap or sat on my bed or something. So I thought nothing of it, and got out my book and started to read. Well, about 15-20 minutes later, my mom came racing into my room, and started asking me all sorts of questions like, "what happened?!" and, "are you all right?!" At first I had absolutely NO idea what she was talking about, so I said I was fine, and she left.
The second she walked out of my room, I heard a low growl rising from the hallway, and slowly moving ever so slightly, was a tall shadow, that for some odd reason, absolutely terrified me. I raced across my room, slamming my door in the process (I got yelled at later for it) and hopped into my bed, staring at the door with my pillow across my chest, as if throwing something at the shadow figure would scare it off. After a few minutes that seemed like forever, I slowly opened my door to see a large non-human footprint in the carpet... right outside my door. I freaked, and slammed the door shut again, this time, locking it.
I never thought anything else about it until the next day, when something was missing from my room, my favorite teddy bear. I had just come in from the backyard, when I saw something tall and very dark slide from my doorway. Me being a kid, I thought that maybe my mom was in my room again, so I ran into my room thinking I'd see her there putting away my clothes.... but the only thing I saw was an entirely dark room.... even though it was sunny and warm outside. But the moment I stepped through my door, chills went down my spine, and I slowly backed towards the door. Out of nowhere, the door slammed shut in an unnaturally fast way. I screamed.
A month after that incident, my mom moved us to a new house. To this day, I won't go into a room alone without a light on first.
It started one day after I came home from school. I went upstairs to my room to do my reading homework and I noticed that my bed looked as if someone had been in it recently. I made my bed that morning, so I figured my mom must have come in and taken a nap or sat on my bed or something. So I thought nothing of it, and got out my book and started to read. Well, about 15-20 minutes later, my mom came racing into my room, and started asking me all sorts of questions like, "what happened?!" and, "are you all right?!" At first I had absolutely NO idea what she was talking about, so I said I was fine, and she left.
The second she walked out of my room, I heard a low growl rising from the hallway, and slowly moving ever so slightly, was a tall shadow, that for some odd reason, absolutely terrified me. I raced across my room, slamming my door in the process (I got yelled at later for it) and hopped into my bed, staring at the door with my pillow across my chest, as if throwing something at the shadow figure would scare it off. After a few minutes that seemed like forever, I slowly opened my door to see a large non-human footprint in the carpet... right outside my door. I freaked, and slammed the door shut again, this time, locking it.
I never thought anything else about it until the next day, when something was missing from my room, my favorite teddy bear. I had just come in from the backyard, when I saw something tall and very dark slide from my doorway. Me being a kid, I thought that maybe my mom was in my room again, so I ran into my room thinking I'd see her there putting away my clothes.... but the only thing I saw was an entirely dark room.... even though it was sunny and warm outside. But the moment I stepped through my door, chills went down my spine, and I slowly backed towards the door. Out of nowhere, the door slammed shut in an unnaturally fast way. I screamed.
A month after that incident, my mom moved us to a new house. To this day, I won't go into a room alone without a light on first.
The Beginning of Jeff The Killer!
Jeff The Killer was a guy who went crazy after getting burned in a fire caused by bullies..His face was totally messed up from the fire but later at night he fixed the problem by cutting a joker like smile into his face so he could smile forever,and he burnt off
his eyelids so he could permenently stay awake..He killed his family because something inside him snapped and made him crazy than he ran away..Legend has it, Jeff is out there.The last thing a person hears before he kills them is..GO TO SLEEP.. :(
his eyelids so he could permenently stay awake..He killed his family because something inside him snapped and made him crazy than he ran away..Legend has it, Jeff is out there.The last thing a person hears before he kills them is..GO TO SLEEP.. :(
The Story of the Open Grave!
Once a girl called Chrissa told her story - When I was 17, myself and a few friends went to a very isolated cemetery in the middle of the night to walk around and look at super old grave markers.
I got separated from them, and we had no lights so I was hollering for them. I heard them yell back and told them to keep still so I could follow their voices.
I felt a very strange and claustrophobic sensation, even though I was out in the open and then felt pressure around my lower pant leg like the feeling of a soft hand grabbing at my ankle, but not at all strong enough to actually get hold of me.
And like so many teenage girls do….I freaked out and started running to their voices. In the dark. With no flashlight. Not too far from my starting point I fell into an open grave…and it really hurt. My friends were about 30 feet away sitting on a bench the whole time.
A week later I decided to go back to the cemetery and try to find where i fell in but could not locate the cemetery again.
They were very surprised I was able to haul myself out of that hole…I make sure to have a flash light handy when I am out at night now. ----- If you did not find this creepy tell me in the comments! I will write even scarier and EVEN EVEN scarier stories!
I got separated from them, and we had no lights so I was hollering for them. I heard them yell back and told them to keep still so I could follow their voices.
I felt a very strange and claustrophobic sensation, even though I was out in the open and then felt pressure around my lower pant leg like the feeling of a soft hand grabbing at my ankle, but not at all strong enough to actually get hold of me.
And like so many teenage girls do….I freaked out and started running to their voices. In the dark. With no flashlight. Not too far from my starting point I fell into an open grave…and it really hurt. My friends were about 30 feet away sitting on a bench the whole time.
A week later I decided to go back to the cemetery and try to find where i fell in but could not locate the cemetery again.
They were very surprised I was able to haul myself out of that hole…I make sure to have a flash light handy when I am out at night now. ----- If you did not find this creepy tell me in the comments! I will write even scarier and EVEN EVEN scarier stories!
Wednesday, 26 June 2013
Introducing CreepyPastasHere
Hi this Eesha the creator/publisher of CreepyPastasHere! CreepyPastasHere is the place where you can read creepy stories about creepy people! Some stories are made up and some are Real! So Enjoy!! :D
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