10 Horrifying TRUE Stories (Volume 3)

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this happened to my dad when he was a little kid I think it messed him up a bit emotionally but he never admitted it the story freaks me out just imagining it so I'm pretty sure my dad was 10 years old and he was home alone for whatever reason he was watching TV in the living room it was the only TV in the house and all of a sudden the TV just shut off so he got up and turned it back on it was an old shitty TV so it wasn't weird at all when he got back on his couch it happened again he got up once again and turned the TV back on and again it turned off he repeated this process a couple more times before he started to look for the remote while looking for the remote he walked over to check behind one of the couches and saw a man hiding in the corner holding the TV remote my dad described the man as having long messy hair and a crazed look in his eyes he gave my dad a smile and my dad ran out the front door screaming like a little girl he went to his neighbor's who called the police the man was still in the house when the police got there so he was arrested my dad told me that he still assumes the man was either homeless or crazy either way this story is downright terrifying my friend told me about something that happened to her when she was younger about eight or nine she was walking home from school and got her key out to let herself into the house her single mom worked and came home later on weekdays as she reached up to put the key in the door her mom opened it in a dressing gown having left work sick instead of greeting her she looked straight past my friend and immediately said who are you my friend turned around and a man in a long coat hurried back down the path and down the street being ill that day had possibly saved her daughter from something potentially horrible happening to her before I start this story I want to note that Jacob's mother is a drug addict and his father really didn't have much wrong with him outside of being with his mother so one night when Jacob and his father were asleep they heard a series of loud banging scratching and moving noises coming from the mother's room Jacob's father jumped out of the bed and ran down the hall and started slamming on the door his mother opened it yelling at him to quiet down and that he woke her up he asked her about the sounds she hadn't been awake to hear them Jacob's dad would have assumed that she was on something again but something was wrong the window was open all the way the TV was moved across the room still plugged in and had the screen facing outside Jacob's dad was reasonably scared he shut the window got his bat blocked the mother's room from the outside and made her sleep in the living room he stayed up most of the night he woke up Jacob at 5:00 it was still dark out Jacob went out to the kitchen where his mother already was a couple minutes later his dad walked in wide-eyed he pointed at Jacob and his mother and held his finger to his lips they both quieted down they heard something shuffling around on the roof going from edge to edge Jacob's dad had the bat they sat together in the room quietly minutes later the sound went away Jacob's grandmother was called she was asked if everybody could stay over there for a little while she said yes and told them she'd come pick them up Jacob finished eating and went to go sit on the couch there was no TV in that room so he sat in silence he looked over at a door to an empty room in the hallway the door was open there was a finger wrapped around the side of it Jacob screamed and pointed to it and his father grabbed him and ran out Jacob's mother followed behind they went to a gas station and sat out front until they saw Jacob's grandmothers truck Jacob describes how unnatural the finger looked to me he said it reminded him a little bit of a foam finger in length and width it was wrapped clear around the doorframe the door itself being latched on the opposite side they didn't go back to that house much after that once they'd gotten everything out of it they never went back again nothing was stolen and the window in the empty room was open I was 13 years old I had the most isolated bedroom imaginable mix that with a wild imagination and I was often up late at night scared and paranoid unable to fall asleep my bedroom was a separate floor of the house on the opposite side of my parents's room they had no way of hearing what was going on in my room so it was a seemingly ordinary night with a bit of rain but not a storm I woke up and looked at my clock and saw that it was 2:00 in the morning I got an uncomfortable feeling right away but I didn't know why I then saw at the edge of my bed there was a shadow of something roundish just over the head of the edge of my bed my heart started racing until I realized it was just my hat I sometimes hung my hat on one of the wooden poles at the edge of my bed so I calmed myself down and fell back asleep I woke up again around half an hour later and was again startled by the sight of the shadow at the end of my bed but after my brain started to fully wake up I remembered it was just my hat again this process happened one more time that night probably another half hour later and once again I was startled by the sight of the shadow I was getting thirsty so I reached my hand down to the side of my bed looking for my water bottle but I instead found something else my hat and at that instant I felt my heart drop into my stomach as I almost fell out of my bed trying to turn the lamp on the light revealed the face of a man peering over the edge of my bed staring right into my eyes I let out the highest pitched scream a boy could possibly produce and ran straight past the man and down the stairs of my room I felt the man tried to grab me but I managed to open the door and run to my parents room to get my dad my dad got the baton from under his bed and raced to my room but he was too late when we got back to my room the window was wide open apparently the man jumped out onto the patio roof outside my window when I was a kid I had a huge group of friends that all happened to be on my block on the weekend nights we would always play manhunt aka hide and go seek for older people it worked out great because since we were all neighbors we used all the front and back yards and even the woods behind our houses we had a rule though that we couldn't go out more than a backyards length into the woods I always used the same hiding spot and nobody ever found me I always hid behind an old rusty barrel that was thrown into the woods years ago so on this particular night there were only six of us playing my friends Joe and ROG were on my team we quickly dispersed as we were the first to hide I ran to my usual hiding spot through my back yard into the woods behind the barrel usually I would see the flashlights of the other team shining through the back yards in the woods but it was unusually quiet this time and then I finally heard footsteps nearby I didn't see a flashlight so I assumed it was one of my teammates I whispered Joe and Rogers names but then whoever it was started charging at me full-on sprinting I immediately shot up and ran out of the woods to find a new hiding spot in my back yard but nobody ever came out of the woods I heard all my friends calling my name from out front including Joe and Raj so I assumed something was wrong and went up front I saw Joe's parents talking with my parents with all my friends surrounding my parents seemed a bit relieved to see me so I was naturally really confused they told me that a police officer had just passed by and warned them about a serial rapist spotted in the area and that all the kids should stay indoors I explained what happened to me in the woods and my parents started freaking out making 100% sure that I wasn't lying they called the police I really don't know if he was ever caught but I really hope he was I try not to think about what would have happened to me had whoever that was caught me when I was maybe 12 or 13 me my mom my stepdad and two dogs went to the beach for a weekend we rented an apartment all the way at the back of the shore the apartment had nothing surreal to it at first sight we unpacked everything went out for dinner straight afterwards we came back and at the time it was maybe 9:00 p.m. we watched some TV for an hour or so my mom stepped out and two dogs slept on a bed you could make from the couch they gave me the bedroom with a king-sized bed I went to bed and used my computer for a while to play some games that I had pre-installed since I knew that there would be no internet connection there I stayed up playing games pretty late at night I decided it was time to get some shut-eye and go to sleep maybe after five minutes of laying in my bed complete silence filled the room but then all of a sudden I hear this extremely loud sight I knew it wasn't my parents or the dogs considering the door to the living room was closed i straight bolted from that room and went to sleep in the bedroom opposite of master bedroom my heart was pounding so fast because I was absolutely petrified needless to say no sleep was had that night I told my parents about it the next morning and they told me it was probably just my imagination but I was certain it was not this story still gives me nightmares to this day I was staying with one of my best friends in North Carolina where I had a job interview I was coming from New Jersey and my friend Mike offered to let me crash at his place for a few days he didn't necessarily live too close to the company I was interviewing for about two hours away but I also just wanted to see one of my good friends again so this happened after the second interview I came back to Mike's place in a good mood as I had been offered the job on the spot we celebrated in the yard that night with a few friends and a few beers or a lot of beers we stayed up late and basically got shit-faced people were coming and going all night that's the kind of person Mike is he didn't really keep track of who entered and left his house so at about 4:00 in the morning after everyone had left we called it a night I struggled to make it up the stairs into the bathroom I drained the snake and soaked my face with hot water and it was at that moment that I thought I could see something in the corner of my eye I turned to the half-open door and saw an eye poking in at me through the crack of the door I let out a loud holy shit and in my drunken klutzy state I fell to the floor when I got back on my feet the I was gone I stumbled out of the bathroom and called Mike's name I heard him call out in response from downstairs in the kitchen it couldn't have possibly been him I didn't hear anyone go down the stairs but I asked if he was up there anyway expectedly he replied with a note I can't remember fully but I assumed I just brushed it off under the assumption that I had too much to drink I made it to the guest bedroom and basically fell onto the bed barely managing to throw the covers over myself you know when you're drunk you fall asleep easier that's an understatement I think I fell asleep seconds after falling onto that bed only to wake up after an unknown duration of sleep I immediately felt the unbearable headache coming on and began to rub my head it was probably a little before sunrise the room was a bit chilly my foot was sticking out of the covers hanging over the edge of the bed and then it happened I felt something extremely cold grab onto my foot and start stroking it I then heard a raspy voice whisper the words can you help me i sat up and screamed at the top of my lungs before sprinting out of the bed and out of the room meeting Mike at the top of the stairs I called the police and they arrived shortly the intruder was actually a woman a woman in her late 40s who clearly suffered from some kind of addiction she admitted to simply walking right into Mike's house and hiding in a closet the eye I saw was hers peeking at me while in the bathroom I always make sure to cover my feet with my sheets now it was the dead of winter and Callie me and a couple buddies were on a skiing trip by South Lake Tahoe we stayed in a big luxurious log cabin for a few nights I'm the third night during a blizzard I got up to get a glass of water late in the night as I crossed the cabin over to the kitchen those a frantic knock at the door I was a bit spooked that somebody would be knocking to sleep I thought maybe I should just ignore it and let him go away but I realized they knew we were there as my car was parked right outside I also had the thought that maybe somebody was in trouble I needed to get out of the dangerous weather I tiptoed over to the door and waited for another knock it didn't take too long before the knocking came again this time much louder and more frantic was it I asked nobody answered I asked again louder but there was still no answer after I asked this there was no more knocking I grew curious and eventually opened the door a crack with the chain lock still on just in case nobody was outside I undid the lock and opened the door completely there were footprints in the snow leading away from the cabin for whatever stupid reason maybe I felt some kind of guilt and worried for a person in need I slipped on my boots and jacket and stepped out into the storm to follow the footsteps before they were completely filled the footsteps led me to the edge of the property before completely stopping I should you not the footprints completely ended not a sign of vehicle marks a struggle nothing It was as if whoever made the tracks was standing still right where I was I felt disturbed and ran back into the cabin and slammed the door shut behind me making sure to lock it before I could even gather my thoughts the frantic knocking at the door resumed my heart started pounding and I started to scream for my friends one by one they all rushed down to see what was wrong when we opened the door there was nobody there the footprints were already filled I never could prove what happened to my friends I don't blame them for not believin me I almost don't believe myself but I know what happened I just can't even try to explain it still freaks me out to this day my friend and I were going to a party a few hours out of town so we decided to stay at her family's holiday house about an hour south of the party we arrived around mid afternoon and it was winter in a holiday town so the area was completely empty no other cars on the street when we left for the party I spent a moment deciding whether to pull the gate all the way closed I'd had some trouble opening it earlier when we arrived and if we were getting home late at night I didn't want to be stuck outside I ended up deciding to shut it for security the party was great we got back to the house around 12:30 and the gate was open I immediately felt on edge because not only did I know that I had locked it but I knew it couldn't just blow open in the wind but I didn't want to make a big deal so I was vague when my friend asked me if I'd shut it we went inside and decided to make a snack I was wandering through the house when suddenly my friend raced from the kitchen into the hallway and virtually tackled me to the ground she was convinced she'd heard someone walking around outside we tried to calm ourselves down but we had no cell reception and there was no one else around over the next half hour so as we send the hallway paralyzed with fear we heard footsteps outside and the back door being jimmied we decided we had to leave so he gathered everything up and got ready to make a break for the car just as we're at the front door ready to leave those huge bang in the backyard and suddenly what sounded like hundreds of birds started screaming wheel egged it to the car ended up starting it with our stuff still in our laps we hadn't bothered to even put in the back seat as we reversed out the driveway we saw somebody running up the side of the house towards us we sped the entire way home and didn't sleep at all that night when I was ten and my youngest brother Ben was only one there was this one weekend that my parents were painting our bedrooms so we would have to sleep in the basement there was a pull-out couch down there that turned into her bed and Ben had an extra crib down there I was only ten so sleeping in a pitch-dark basement was very uncomfortable somehow having been down there it made me feel a bit safer though he would wake me up in the middle of the night crying and for some reason tending to him made sleeping down there a little less scary but it was this one time that I woke up to him screaming not crying screaming like no one-year-old should I was scared shitless immediately and ran over to him to see what was wrong he was standing up looking at me pointing to something I looked in the direction he was pointing at he was pointing into the pitch-dark boiler room right next to his crib I felt like a thousand knife just stabbed me in the chest and even through the heat of the moment I vaguely remember the faint sound of something falling over in the boiler room and I felt as if I was being watched in that basement I grabbed Ben and got the hell out of there as quickly as possible I have never gone back down in that basement you

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Published: Sun Apr 26 2015

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