Our 7 year old daughter just hung this up on our refrigerator. creepy

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Submitted September 04, 2016 at 08:40PM by Totally_Bradical http://ift.tt/2cqFOGn creepy

I woke up this morning with scratches on my back... creepy

I was never a very pretty girl. Not exactly ugly, but not once did anyone ever say “wow, you’re beautiful.” Of course my handful of friends reassured me, and occasionally I got loving words from my family.

I was 17 and depressed; I had never had a boyfriend, or anyone even remotely interested in me. That always made me feel like a failure as a teenage female.

It was graduation night and I had made a promise to myself; Tonight I will not shy away from anything. I had family come from a couple different states to watch me graduate, so I couldn’t go galavanting right afterwards. I went and had dinner, opened gifts, everything someone does with family for graduation. My friends picked me up and we went out. They were into drinking and smoking pot, but they were always really good friends, and I trusted them with my life. They were very surprised when I told them I wanted to party with them. They got a little protective, but I insisted. We went to an abandoned house and they unpacked their bags: a baggie of marijuana, a 40oz beer, and a couple wine coolers.

“Where’s the pipe?” My friend Rich sounded disappointed and a little annoyed.

“Mick is on his way, sit the fuck down and pass me the 40.” Gavin smiled at him and jokingly punched his arm.

I knew Mick from around school, but I never really talked to him. He sat behind me in a class and always seemed pretty immature, but new friends are new friends. A couple minutes later the door busted open and scared everyone half to death.

“I have the pipe!”, he yelled in a deep voice imitating some character I didn’t know. He chose to sit next to me, which alone made me turn bright red. “Hiya, little lady, what’s your name?”

“P-Paige.” I spit out quietly.

He looked at me with a soft face, “No need to be shy, wanna smoke?” I could tell he had been smoking already. His eyes were glazed and I smelled it on his body. I had never done it before and I was a little nervous.

“I don’t know how.” I made sure I sounded a little more confident this time.

“Watch,” Mick grabbed my hands and put the pipe to my lips, “like this.” I took a deep inhale and coughed for a good three minutes before anyone could laugh at me. The boys reassured me and said it would get better. The night went on as everyone else got drunk and high. I guess I never got the hang of the pipe because I never felt the effects of the marijuana. I had a few drinks, but was only a little buzzed. Mick was sure to make his interest in me obvious and I went along with it.

The night quickly came to an end and I couldn’t go home smelling like this, so I asked to stay with Gavin or Rich. They were both going home and had no room for me. I contemplated sleeping in my car, but parking anywhere overnight was illegal. Mick chimed in.

“You can sleep at my place. I have a couch in my garage and my dad is passed out drunk anyway, I’m sure of it.” He smirked at me. He was not a very good looking boy, but he was nice to me. I accepted and thanked him.

I drove his car since I was the most sober of the group. When we got to his place, he opened the door to a dusty garage. There were old car parts and tools lying everywhere. A little clearing in the middle of the room held 2 small couches, a tv on a crate, and a few makeshift chairs.

“Wanna play some video games before we sleep? I have Mario!” Mick seemed like he was really trying to make me comfortable.

“Sure…”

He sat next to me and turned on the television, “This is my favorite Mario game.”

I chuckled nervously. The game was loading a little too slowly for his liking and he threw the remote down. “Wanna makeout?” He surprised me with his blunt question.

“I don't know how.” My voice cracked and my face quickly became flushed.

“That’s ok, I can teach you.” He leaned on top of me and pushed me so I was laying down. His face came too close to mine and I turned away.

“Sorry.” I was not ready for him to make a move on me and a dull headache was setting in.

“But you came home with me,” He looked upset. “This is what’s supposed to happen.”

He leaned in closer and I nervously went along with it. His lips were cold and harsh. I had never kissed anyone and didn't like the way this felt. I pushed him off, but he looked puzzled and went in again. Scared, I just layed there and let him explore my mouth with his hard, rough tongue. His hand travelled down my hips to my knee, then up my dress. I stopped him and he jumped off of me.

“What the fuck is your problem?” His words hissed and echoed in my ear. He went to the rusted refrigerator and got a beer. “No bottle opener.” He opened the door and went inside.

I contemplated walking home, but before I could get up the lights went out. The door creaked open and slammed shut again. A shadow-like figure shuffled over to the couch and sat down. The light from the television reflected off of it’s skin. It looked glossy, wet even. It’s skin wasn't pale white like before, it was black. This wasn’t Mick, this wasn’t even human.

It reached over and ran his clawed finger up my thigh. It pushed me down and threw it’s long heavy hind leg over me. I was paralyzed with fear, this being was too strong for me. It’s claws gripped my dress and ripped it over my head.

“Please stop. No.” I was whimpering but my fear struck my vocal cords. I pushed where I thought the creatures hips would be but it grabbed my wrists with one slimy hand and pushed them over my head. “Ow, wait. Stop.” It pushed them deeper into the arm of the couch.

“What’s wrong?” It growled, but it didn't stop. It’s other hand slid down my body. It wrapped the claw of it’s index finger around my underwear and pulled them down. They wrapped around my feet and I couldn't get them off. It spread my knees apart with one quick motion and scratched the inside of my thighs. It’s yellow eyes lowered to my face and I got a closer look at this creature. It’s eyes were sunk in it’s skull and it’s facial structure was wide. “Calm down, sexy.” It’s words hissed through it’s sharp teeth.

“Please stop, I can’t do this.” I whimpered and tried to wriggle my hands free. It gripped them tighter and slid a single clawed finger higher up my thigh and inside me. I let out a whine of pain and it shut me up with it’s mouth. It’s breath was hot against my face and I couldn't do anything about it. It removed it’s claw from inside me and replaced it with something bigger. The pain waved through my body with every thrust of it’s hips. “Ow. Please!” It grew angry and pushed harder. It’s hand slid behind my back and lifted me up with inhuman strength. It’s claws sunk through my skin. “Stop!” I winced and cried out in pain. With one last thrust it let go of my wrists. I was too scared to move.

It rolled off of me and licked my face with it’s long, reptile-like tongue. “What’s wrong?” The words barely fell out of it’s mouth through it’s sharp, creature-like teeth. I whimpered as it stood up and walked towards the door. It opened the door and slammed it behind itself.

I slowly stood up, still sobbing. I pulled my underwear up and rifled for my dress through the dusty tool shelf. I slipped it on and sat on the couch. I hurt, and my insides throbbed. I layed down and curled into a ball.

A few minutes later the door creaked open again. I heard a bottle top fall to the floor and a hiss of carbonation. It was Mick, I wondered where he had been, why he didn't see that creature, why didn't he see that I was in pain.

He turned on the lights, “What’s wrong?” His words hissed through this lips. My back stung and I could feel my dress sticking to the bloody scratch wounds. He sat down on one of the makeshift seats. He sipped his beer and the room faded black.

I woke up this morning with scratches on my back… from human hands.

Submitted June 04, 2016 at 09:45AM by PaleosaurusRex http://ift.tt/25G5C6O creepy

The repeated caller... creepy

A man on a bicycle rides by an apartment building. A car approaches in the distance with a man, Hector Shang, in the driver’s seat. For a moment, the lights of Hector’s car stun the biker. He soon pedals away. Hector, a man in his mid to late thirties, pulls into the driveway of his quiet neighborhood apartment home. Hector shut off the engine and the music from the radio inside the car stopped playing. He checked his watch. It read 12:07 A.M.. “Andrea is gonna kill me.” He opened the car’s door and got out. He soon noticed that the trash bags at the end of his driveway had been torn asunder and had leaked their trash onto the ground. “Raccoons.” He grunted. Hector slipped his keys into his right side jacket pocket. He shook his head while glancing at the scattered trash. He grabbed his briefcase from inside the car and shut the door. He headed up the driveway to the stairway that leads to his third floor apartment. Emerging to the top of the stairs, Hector pulled the screen door open as he entered the porch area. The sound of a ringing phone can be heard through the front door as Hector struggled to find his keys. “Come on... come on... I just had them!” With his briefcase in his right hand, he patted down the left side pockets on his jacket searching for his keys. The phone continued to ring indoors. He set his briefcase down beside him and pulled out the keys from his right side jacket pocket. He sighs. “Just my luck.” He unlocked the door, grabbed his briefcase, and raced inside to the ringing phone on the nearby table. He picked up the phone leaving the front door open behind him. “Hello?” A recorded message played on the other end. “Hello. This is Jason of Big B's Blockbuster CD's and DVD's calling to remind you tha-” “If its not one thing, it's another.” Hector slammed down the phone. He turned around then headed over to close the open front door. He flipped the switch shutting off the porch light and paused for a moment staring into the darkness before closing the front door. He removed his jacket and tossed it onto the sofa as he walked toward his bedroom. He opened the bedroom door slowly and peered inside. Andrea was sleeping soundly. He smiled at his wife then shuts the door. Hector walked toward the refrigerator located near the entrance of his apartment. He opened the door to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer, then walked over and sat upon the sofa. He kicked off his shoes and turned on the television. He sipped his beer as he flipped through the channels. Finally he settled on SportsCenter. “Now this is what I have been waiting for all day.”

The frightened sounds of a woman breathing heavily and sniffling can be heard. She struggles to put her words together. “Wher...where am I?” A generator kicks on and the clamorous screeching of the machine frightens the woman. “Hello?.... Is anyone there?” She stares into the surrounding darkness. “Somebody help me please!” She stands as she runs her fingers across the wall searching for a light switch. “Oh thank God!” She flips on the switch and the light flickers above her a few times revealing a small tight space before the bulb burns out. The woman begins to cry. as her hands search the wall for a way out. She feels something on the wall and knocks it over. A dial tone rings out loudly in the darkness. She picks up the receiver and dials out.

Hector has fallen asleep on the sofa while the television’s glare continues to shine on his face. The phone begins to ring again. He stirs but is oblivious to the sound. The phone continues to ring. Slowly, Hector opens his eyes. He looks around as if in a daze then looks with bewilderment at his watch. “It's 1:30 in the morning for crying out loud!” He rose up and walked over to the phone on the table. “Hello?” There is no answer on the other end only a fading static noise. With a puzzled look on his face Hector looks at the receiver then raises it back to his ear. He hears a barely audible voice. “Hello? Is anyone there?” “If you can hear me... Please help.” The line goes dead and the shrill sound of the dial tone rings in his ear. He hangs up the phone and stares out the window for a moment. He walks over and turns off the television, then heads for his bedroom. Hector enters the quiet room walks toward his side of the bed, takes off his pants and places his watch on the bedside table next to the alarm clock which reads 1:38 A.M.. He gets into bed. Andrea stirs in her sleep impervious to Hector’s entrance. He leans over to kiss her before lying down to sleep.

The clock on the bedside table now reads 2:23. Hector is sleeping soundly unaware that Andre has begun to stir in her sleep when the telephone begins to ring again. Hector begins to toss as the sound of the ringing phone echoes throughout the room. His eyes open annoyed he turns over and reaches for the phone off of the bedside table. “Hello?” Again a loud static noise is all that can be heard. “Who is this?” Hector asks frustrated. “Do you have any idea what time it is?” The static begins to break up and the terrified voice of the woman speaking with great urgency comes through. “Please if you can hear me... Help! “Please help me! “Who is this?” Their conversation is cut short as the call is lost in the static. Hector sits up in bed, clutches the receiver in his hand, and looks toward the bedroom door. He hangs up the phone and gets out of bed. The bedroom door opens as a tired Hector enters and takes a glass from the cabinet next to the refrigerator and pours some water from the faucet. He takes a sip from his glass when all of a sudden the phone rings again. Hector drops his glass and it shatters onto the floor. “Ah!” he exclaims. Hector stepping back from the broken glass walks around it toward the phone on the table and picks it up. “Listen if you don't sto-” He is cut off by a deafening screech on the other end. He pulls the phone away from his ear then hears the same familiar voice trying to break through. “Please...Please don't hang up. I need help.” “Look! Stop calling here. If you need help, call the police already!” “No! I can't! You’re the only one that can help me. Please, I'm begging you!” “Look lady! I told you already there's nothing I can do. Call the police. I'm hanging up now.” Hector slams down the phone. “What is going on?” Hector turns to head back to bed when he stops and looks over his shoulder at the broken glass on the floor. He sighs then grabs the dust broom from underneath the sink and begins to sweep up the broken glass. “Work tomorrow is gonna be terrible if I don't get some sleep.” Hector empties the broken glass into the trash below the sink before heading back to bed. The door opens and Hector enters. Frustrated and groggy he climbs back into bed next to his wife Hector stares at the ceiling until he drifts slowly back to sleep.

The clock now reads 3:47 A.M. When the phone begins to ring again. The sound causes Hector’s eyes to open immediately. He sits up takes a deep breath staring at the ringing phone. “Ugh.” Andrea begins to stir and Hector can hear her whimpering in her sleep. He looks at her then back at the ringing phone. He reaches for the phone on the nearby night stand and removes the cord from the back of the ringing phone sending a comfortable silence throughout the room. He lays his head back down onto his pillow and closes his eyes.

“Oh Please pick up. Please you have to answer!” The generator begins to give off pulses of sound instead of one, loud tone. The woman pleads for someone to answer the phone. “Please pick up please! Dear God!” A door slides open at the top of the stairs in the dark room and a harsh red light pours in. The woman turns around revealing her face. She’s scared and soaked in dirt and tears. Stuck in her dream she releases a blood curling scream. “Hector! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! WAKE ME UP!!!” The generator gives out.

The room is quiet, Hector and Andrea seem to be sleeping soundly.The view moves over to reveal Andrea eyes wide open facing her husband. She lies lifeless in bed with a tear of blood flowing from her right eye.

Submitted April 20, 2016 at 09:28AM by bosespeakers http://ift.tt/1MHWnul creepy

New refrigerator came haunted creepy

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Submitted January 06, 2016 at 07:56AM by pepperelijah http://ift.tt/1kKcc66 creepy

The missing bacon creepy

So this really strange thing happened to me the other day, most people would call it scary, but since it involved bacon it didn't really scare me as much as it should. So i'd been up all night playing video games just chillin and relaxning going to bed late, was home alone so i always just tend to chill out and eat junk food and play video games. The next morning i woke up around 01.00 pm and go upstairs to prepare some breakfest! So i open the refrigerator and instantly spot some bacon, it was the last package too so i was like fuck yeah im eating it all! I put them on the counter next to the stove. Next i open the cupboard and i see some pasta. So i take that out, and i take out a cutting board and a knife, than i put water in the kettle to boil and put a pot on the stove. Now i go for a pee, chillin in the bathroom checkin out my instagram and hear that the kettle is getting done. So i flush, wash my hands and walk into the kitchen again. See my pasta, see my knife, cutting board, the pot..but the bacon is no where to be seen. So im tired and don't really connect the dots. So i go into the bathroom to see if i brought it in there. Nope. Back to kitchen look all around everywere. THe fridfe, the trash, ALL CUPBOARDS. I even moved the whole stove to check so it didnt slide down inbetween. And i start thinking of scenarios but i am 100% sure that i took out the bacon and put it on the counter. Like im a bacon fan, like most people, so it's not something i would just like forget easily. I am positive that some supernatural force snatched my bacon, for what purpose i dont know but that shit was really strange and unexplainable. Kinda funny though

Submitted October 12, 2015 at 06:36PM by themutters http://ift.tt/1R6XPmZ creepy

We found the ghost... creepy

The house I currently live in has been in my Dad's family for 165 years. It was built before the civil war so, obviously, there have been many occupants. One such occupant was named "Kari-Anne". She lived here with her husband "Pat" and their 4 children in the late 1890's to early 1900's. Kari was a stay-at-home mother, and Pat ran the local whore house. They raised their family here, and amid allegations of physical abuse, managed to live a relatively quiet life. In 1943, Kari-Anne died of old age.

Fast forward 59 years to 2002 (when my family moved in). The house was very nice, but obviously very old. My great aunt, who was the last occupant before us, had something of an eccentric taste. The carpet was a nice mustard yellow, which went along perfectly with the 966 different salt and pepper shaker sets she had on display. Needless to say, we had our work cut out for us.

After a few months of work, we had made the house look somewhat decent. We had put a pretty good amount of money into the house, and not wanting to spend more than we had to, we kept the appliances. Refrigerator, Oven/Stove ect. as they worked perfectly fine (why fix what isn't broken, right?) One night, my Mom was walking from the bathroom to her room. As she was walking past the kitchen, she noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She turned to see a little old lady standing in front of the stove. She appeared to be cooking...or at least trying to cook. She was very old, very short (about 4'11), hair in a bun, glasses low on her nose. My Mom ran to her room and told my Dad what she had seen. He went to investigate, and found nothing. This happened every night for a week. Same spot, same lady, same time of night.

Being that it was still a new (to us) home, we still had to clean out the attic. While cleaning, we found TONS of antiques. You name it, we found it! Clothes, Furniture, Musical Instruments, Tax Records...anything you can think of. While cleaning, my mother found an old family photo album. The album contained pictures of my Dad's great aunt, who owned the house, his grandmother and her family, and his great grandmother...Kari-Anne. "That's her!", I remember hearing my Mom's voice ring from the attic. She had found several photos of Kari-Anne and her family. The album concluded with pictures of Kari-Anne in her casket, which upon taking a closer look, turned out to be sitting in our new living room. My mother took the pictures and displayed them in our living room, along with other antiques we had found. After we displayed the photos, the figure of the little old lady stopped appearing.

That was 13 years ago. And outside of hearing occasional footsteps, or having small antiques moved around, nothing out of the ordinary has happened since.

Submitted August 25, 2015 at 04:17AM by Cocojeffme http://ift.tt/1fCdCNu creepy

Grandpa's Recliner creepy

Forgive me for a short story... But I find this a tad bit creepy. My brother, who works a very early shift, had just woken up and was making himself some breakfast. As he was making his sandwich, he heard a noise which he thought was the ice maker (refrigerator). However, when he looked over to the living room, he saw my recently deceased grandfather's recliner going back all by itself. By the time it reclined as far back as it possibly could, my brother and my cat, Kimo(sabe), were already freaking out... Just when they thought it was over, the chair started going BACK to its original position! Maybe my grandfather was just chillin', but I find that pretty creepy.

Submitted July 11, 2015 at 07:04AM by GamersCereal http://ift.tt/1M0RkTD creepy

I have reason to believe I have a bad spirit on my hands and I'm not sure where to turn. creepy

I'm not sure whether this belongs on AskReddit or Creepy, but I'm not really sure what to do or where to begin researching this. I may very well be insane, but I'm legitimately concerned that some sort of entity may be following me. Bear with me. My story starts off slow. If you know anything that may be helpful in my situation, please do give me your input.

In October of 2013, my roommate Sierra and I found a nice house and moved in. It's an older brick house with 4 bedrooms. I have the entire upstairs to myself. There's nothing really odd about my house; I don't get a creepy vibe. But we do have a suspicion that there is a ghost lurking these halls.

I've only had one strange thing happen to me. About a month into the move, I was in my kitchen making eggs. I was cooking them over low heat and I turned around to wash a couple dishes while I was waiting for them to heat up. When I turned back around, my eggs were heated; They were ready to stir. But when I looked up, the stove was off. It takes a little bit of force to work the stove, so this little instance can't be dismissed as wind. A few days later, I was discussing it with my friend. We were standing in the kitchen cooking pot pie. She said something along the lines of "GHOST, COME OUT NOW. SHOW YOURSELF" I responded "It's not going to show itself now that you called it out!" Right then and there, there was a HUGE bang on my stove. These two instances, aside from the gut feeling that something watches me sleep sometimes, are the only "encounters" that I have had with the "ghost" personally. Then again, I'm very oblivious and I do have a short attention span.

Sierra, my roommate, has had more encounters. From the day we moved in to this very day, she always hears footsteps in my room when I'm not home. She's seen dark figures walking through the house, usually in the kitchen, walking downstairs to the basement, and once in the living room. There is a light in the kitchen that flickers even though we keep it off. The cat sits at the foot of the stairs that lead to my bedroom and stares intently at god knows what.

We took in a third roommate sometime in November that year. We didn't know at the time, but she was a terrible addition to our home and only lasted about 3 months. Her name is Irrelevant, and she walked into the kitchen one day and an empty liquor bottle flew off the top of my refrigerator and hit the wall, inches away from her head. Irrelevant also claimed she heard strange noises, but I'm not sure whether she's a legible source. What she says may be void.

At this point, Sierra and I decided if there is a ghost, it is my protector. It doesn't really do anything to scare me, never shows itself to me except for those two days; The first one, possibly out of fear I would burn the house down, and the second to be known. I do have ashes in the house. They belong to my older brother, who passed away about 2 1/2 years ago, 8 months before I moved in. So I figured there's a possibility he has something to do with this.

In late February/early March 2014, we kicked Irrelevant out and added in a new roommate, Elias. Elias took the creepy room in the basement, which we barely even touched. From the getgo, he started seeing dark figures. Two men. One taller, one shorter. He hears footsteps upstairs when none of us are home and is usually hearing strange noises.

In November 2014, I started dating a complete lunatic. During this period, my roommates say the ghost was acting up more than ever. One day, I fell asleep instead of hanging out with him and he almost got abducted by aliens. That was probably a lie, but if not, that is a thing. He claimed to be part of a secret psychic order; The legitimacy of this, I don't know. Anyways, he told me I am spiritually gifted and I don't even know it. He was a complete nutcase, so anything he said is probably void.

In February, a friend of mine and Sierra's dropped her kids off at our house to spend the night. Devin, age 3, and Garrett, age 8. When I wasn't home, Devin was standing in the kitchen pointing to the hallway. "Man. That man." He said it repeatedly and Sierra was terrified, but she dismissed it. The next day, he was standing in the hallway, pointing to the spare room. "Guy. Guy. Guy." My heart dropped. I asked "Devin, is there a guy?" "Yes." He was certain of it, and he continued to say "Guy. Guy. Guy." Garrett was egging him on and telling me to open the door. He thought my terror was hilarious. So I went to the door and I opened it. Devin walked away into my living room. "Devin, is there a guy?" "Yes." "Is it a mean guy or a nice guy?" He didn't respond. He stopped talking after that, actually.

Now, that's the background. Finally, to the part that I'm concerned about. I was having a conversation with my coworker, Brandon, the other day about my ghost. I told him that IF I have a ghost, it is my protector and explained to him what was on my mind. Brandon studied Demonology for 3 years I think, and seems to know what he is talking about. He explained to me that it could be something bad; a demon, disguising itself as my protector. Not so much of a protector as overprotective of me. He said I may be in danger.

I dismissed this conversation, sort of. It's crazy speak. But the next day, I was talking to an ex of mine. Not the crazy one, but one I am somewhat friends with, James. A background on James and I: We had a fling back in my apartment days and broke things off before I moved into this house. New Years 2014, I was at his house and we wound up hooking up. It was a one night thing and nothing ever came of it.

Just two days ago, he told me something that he never did then. The day after we hooked up, he woke up every night at 2:11 am with an eerie feeling. It went on for about a month. He felt like he was being watched. He had nightmares, always about something in his room. He had never had anything like this before. One story he told me sticks out. He was in some sort of limbo, half awake half asleep, and he felt something jerk him out of his bed and throw him across the room. He saw a dark figure and he started screaming at it to go away, and it did.

With what Brandon and James told me, I'm half tempted to meet up with my exes and ask them if anything strange happened to them after me, but I don't want to. I know I'll come off as crazy. The guy I'm talking to now doesn't even believe in ghosts so I can't turn to him. Maybe I will make him believe and he'll be afraid of me like James is.

I'm open to any input. I don't know much about demons and I don't even know where to begin to search for something to do here. Am I stupid and overreacting? I could very well just be crazy, but could there be a chance my harmless ghost is some sort of demon?

Submitted April 13, 2015 at 01:29PM by KingOfArms http://www.reddit.com/r/creepy/comments/32f5fe/i_have_reason_to_believe_i_have_a_bad_spirit_on/ creepy

Creepy Refrigerator outside my apartment complex. creepy

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Submitted February 21, 2015 at 11:36PM by stuyacht http://ift.tt/1LqEYkM creepy