3 Sleepover Horror Stories Animated

my mom had always been iffy about me going to sleepovers since i was a kid i'm 20 now in university but being a broke college student still living with my parents who have never neglected to treat me like their little baby truth be told i'm extremely thankful to be so loved by my parents as i infinitely love them back but at times it can become suffocating i met myra last semester in junior english and we hit it off immediately she was one of those people you instantly connect with and become very good friends with very fast she wasn't native to my city and said she was originally from chicago she was beautiful and i thought she was much prettier than i was but she disagreed i would sometimes even catch her looking at me with this intensely focused admiration it really did wonders to my confidence she was sweet very intelligent and seemed normal enough and we shared similar tastes and hobbies i was majoring in kinseology and she in physiology we both loved parties dolphins and malaysian food but perhaps the oddest similarity we shared was a strong and rather secretive penchant for barbie dolls my love for barbie dolls and their pretty faces had just stuck with me since i was a child perhaps because i still feel like a kid sometimes for myra she said it was more about the design the perfect intricacies of the clothes the hair and the body parts as she described it it wasn't long before we made plans to hang out outside of school and she invited me to a sleepover on the following saturday and encouraged me to bring all my dolls i can't wait to meet them i asked my mom if i could go the next day you barely know this girl you'd like her mom i invited her to come over next week i was convinced that myra would become a long-term friend one that would eventually form a bond with my parents as well hesitantly my mom agreed to let me go but insisted that i come home immediately on sunday morning i nodded saturday couldn't have come sooner i packed my four favorite dolls in a duffel bag and my sleepover gear in another myra came and picked me up in a blue sentra as soon as i got in she smiled warmly and offered me a shot of grey goose it was vodka on a saturday night i couldn't say no i ended up taking four shots on an empty stomach and being the lightweight that i am quickly reached the intimidating boundary between impeded consciousness and completely blacking out we got to her place though i couldn't exactly pinpoint where we had driven to i could make out that she lived in a rented ramshackle house on the outskirts of the city it was cheap and i'm broke she laughed my vision continued to spin and wobble incessantly she helped me up the splintery front porch and we stepped inside it was meticulously kept books photos furniture perfectly organized wow myra ocd much we both giggled we made our way into what i think was the living room and sat down on the musty cherry brown rug she brought me some bread and a glass of water to sober up okay are we seriously gonna play with barbies now i'm pretty [ __ ] up i could tell i was slurring well maybe you shouldn't have drank so much you idiot here let's watch tv for now hopefully you'll sober up soon myra was strangely calm if i invited a friend over for the night and she was too drunk to function before the night had even begun i'd be pretty agitated or at the least bit disappointed she put on an episode of friends i barely stumbled onto the lime green couch on the side of the room i remember hearing the clap clap clap clap in the theme song and only staying awake for a couple more minutes after that i slowly drifted off into darkness the next day i awoke to see that i was no longer on the couch anymore i was laying on bare hardwood floor with a thin pillow under my head and a wool blanket sprawled across me i was so hungry and still exhausted i looked up to face a single dim light bulb at the center of the flaky grey ceiling and a set of stairs on the other side of the tiny dark room i was in a basement my bag of clothes beside me but the bag of barbies was missing my phone was beside the bag in a pool of sticky red liquid dead i hadn't bothered to bring my charger as i was only staying the night and don't care too much for excessively using my phone my stiff body ached tremendously i focused and took in my surroundings for about five seconds before i became blinded by a deafening headache it didn't stop after that worst hangover ever i held my head and felt cloth wrapped around it myra i struggled to call out my voice dry and raspy no response the sides of my head continued to pound with agony what the [ __ ] happened last night i slowly crawled to the shiny metal boiler in the corner of the room to catch a quick glimpse of what i looked like my tired eyes sunk into dark circles my skin was filthy caked with a sticky gray layer of dirt the ragged cloth covering most of my head was dark blue coated with blotches of dried blood had i fallen somewhere myra i called out again even louder the thumping inside my head grew stronger i stumbled up the wooden stairs all of her books and possessions were gone the lime green couch and a couple of chairs remained it was like she had moved out overnight she and every trace of her was gone my money was still in my wallet so she hadn't called me for monetary gain as i had first assumed i gathered my belongings and hurried out of the house my eyes narrowed the surge of bright golden sunlight hit me like a truck and i fell to my knees my headache was unbearable i don't know how long i was withering in pain before i finally regained the will to stand back up i walked over to the narrow dirt road that passed beside the small house luck was on my side and i noticed a rusted silver ford pickup truck hurling dirt behind it driving towards me shortly after i waved frantically and the truck rolled to a stop it was an elderly couple hello there are you okay the man called out in a concerned tone to be honest sir i have no idea where i am and would just like to get home well we're a long way from the city perhaps you'd like to get to a hospital first sweetheart the lady looked worriedly at my head all i could think of was my mom i had never gone to a doctor's appointment little in the hospital without her and wasn't planning to today thank you but i'm fine my mother is expecting me hmm all right honey get in the man said hesitantly i threw my bag inside and we drove away from the mysterious little house where to share it in pittsburgh please i continued to hold my head i had no idea what to think who the [ __ ] was myra why had she just left me a medley of sadness pain and utter confusion consumed me it felt like i had been gone forever completely disassociated from the present the subtle heat of the fall afternoon became magnified through the windows of the old truck it was probably long past the morning i told my mom i'd be home during would you mind telling me the time it is 2 44 p.m october the 15th the old lady said cheerily the pain in my head stopped paralyzed by the immense fear that suddenly engulfed me it was october the 15th the plans for our sleepover were for the 28th of september i had been unconscious and inside that house for almost two weeks god knows what happened in that time nervously i uttered a soft moan what's wrong the lady looked back at me i didn't want to go into detail it's just this headache it hurts so much i broke into loud sobs let me take a look at your head love i was a nurse for 30 years jim turn to the hospital we're getting this young lady some help right away no really it's fine i just want to go to my mom trust me sweetheart your parents will thank us with nothing to lose i consented jim pulled over briefly to let his wife climb into the back with me and continue to drive okay let's see here she raised her trembling ancient hands to my head and started to unwrap the cloth i shrieked in anguish i could feel raw skin ripping off the top of my head a wound the lady only unwrapped the cloth off about a quarter of my head before she gasped and swiftly recoiled with sheer horror painted across her face her eyes wide what's wrong i whimpered anxiously the lady covered her wrinkled mouth with her hand and pointed at the side of my head i pulled myself up to look in the rearview mirror my exposed head was patterned with streaks of red and pink a swarm of little ivory maggots feasted on the glistening raw flesh that burned excruciatingly upon touch my hair completely gone i had been scalped i almost fell unconscious from terror until i noticed a red gash deeper down the side of my head i struggled to pull the cloth back more and then i saw it at that point the shock of the discovery outweighed my threshold for pain i had to see the rest to confirm my suspicion i ripped the rest of the cloth off my head to face reality and fall hot drips of crimson blood ran down my face into my mouth all over my clothes and onto the seat the lady screamed loud enough that it caused jim to swerve suddenly and pull over he too looked back and let out a frightful cry myra that [ __ ] she'd taken all my hair in both of my ears the subtle rustling of the maggots continued when i was in elementary school i had a group of friends i can't remember all four of them all that well but i remember jenny my best friend clearly and the day we went to her sleepover it wasn't exactly a scary experience it was just really strange yet i can't place my finger on why it was i thought that maybe no sleep would be able to help me in a way so i will try to retell what happened that day to the best of my ability without any exaggerations now the five of us knew each other since we were small and did everything together and we had sleepovers so often that i feel like i had several homes however we never went to ginny's house for a sleepover until that day it took us years for her to agree on it she always said that her parents were strict and stuff but according to my mom they seemed pretty easy going i always thought she was the one avoiding it because she was embarrassed of her house or something since it was pretty common for kids to sometimes feel insecure about bringing friends over when we first came over i couldn't understand why she didn't want us over her house was gorgeous far prettier than ours the outside of the house had a front lawn that was well decorated with flowers and they had one of those stereotypical white fences surrounding it we asked jenny if she was secretly rich or something and she just laughed however i didn't like the inside of the house much it was pretty too but incredibly bare the house looked brand new along with the furniture and even the walls were flawless the floor was also clean which made me uncomfortable in a way like they were neat freaks and i had to be really careful the house was also heavily scented with the smell of those sweetened candles it made me sick her parents brought us to the living room i remember the living room clearly it was huge like three times the size of mine but there were only a few items in it some couches and a rug nothing else this made absolutely no sense because well people are supposed to have more than just some couches in their living room we sat on the sofa which was leather and had that brand new chemical smell to it and then ginny's parents handed us pizza on paper plates it was really strange how we were eating in the living room without a table but we didn't question it they tried to entertain us by telling jokes but even as elementary school students we weren't really interested they resorted to asking us questions and the whole time jenny said like nothing she was usually cheerful and talkative but in front of her parents she seemed stiff and nervous or maybe she was slightly ashamed of them asking so much after pizza and no drinks were desserts they finally left ginny asked if we wanted to play cards and stuff instead another girl in our group said she wanted to watch tv because some show she liked was up but then jenny said she didn't have a tv we couldn't believe it after a lot of are you kidding and no ways we decided to play cards and someone brought along chips so we shared it i had to go to the bathroom so i asked jenny who then ran out of the room to tell her parents i was utterly confused as to why she had to tell them and even more when i heard her and her parents talking frantically before they entered the room they looked incredibly nervous and then ginny's mother told me to follow her i remember the rest as clear as yesterday she walked down the hallway to a door and when she opened it there was a set of stairs leading up to a second floor i knew nothing about house design but to have stairs hidden behind a door at the end of the hallway seemed really weird to me also the hallway was really thin so were the stairs at first ginny's mother told me it was up there and walked away i took like two steps and she came running back she said something along the lines of i'll walk you up there suddenly in a really sweet voice that was different from her previous tone she walked upstairs with me to an identical hallway and then gestured to a closed door now you may not believe it but i am being perfectly honest about what i see next i open the door and there is a bathroom totally bare of anything besides a sink and a toilet no towels no cabinet no cups or brushes for hygiene absolutely nothing i nervously closed the door and checked the toilet could flush before actually using it it just seemed more like a decoration than a real one when i opened the door jenny's mother was still there staring intensely at me and then she walked me downstairs again the other girls had already started to change into pajamas i asked if we were going to sleep in the living room and jenny told me yes we never saw her room and this was crazy because girls loved bragging about their rooms and it was a given that at sleepovers we would go to each other's room however no one said anything so i didn't too we spread our sleeping bag side by side and they closed the lights we whispered for a while in the dark and then they fell asleep i didn't it was dark but i could hear someone getting out of their sleeping bag and saw a faint outline of someone getting up i was sure it was ginny because no child would probably start walking around a house they've been to in the dark i heard ginny walk away and after a while i fell asleep too i wish i didn't there was just something honestly unsettling about the whole sleepover and i wish i had asked her about it i'm sure there would be a reason the next morning i was the last to wake up and i woke up really late like literally the moment our parents came to pick us up it was too doozy to change out of my pajamas so i just threw my clothing over it my mom greeted ginny's parents and then the others before we started to leave i told her i felt really sleepy and my mom laughed at me and just asked me how the sleepover went i whispered that i didn't like their house and that they were probably really poor because they couldn't afford a tv and jenny wouldn't let us see her rum my mom who had no tolerance for prejudice told me to not say such things and to continue being ginny's friend no matter what when i got home i slept again and it ended up me spending the entire day in bed my dad was really worried when he got home and heard about me not feeling well he checked my temperature and stuff and i remember this strange swollen insect bite on my arm and then later on i vomited i can't remember anything after that so from here on it's what my parents said apparently when my family doctor came to check up on me the next day he said i was just hungry my mom phoned my friend's parents and had them ask my friends about what we had for dinner that day they all gave the same answer just pizza my mom was pissed off and gave ginny's parents a long lecture about how irresponsible they were she said that they apologized again and again i also have to mention something weird about jenny after i felt better and went back to school ginny asked me if i remembered anything from that night and i told her no she smiled and told me she was sorry even now i don't know why the sleepover bothered me so much and why she said all that but since two heads are better than one maybe someone can tell me [Music] about seven years ago three of my friends let's call them friends a b and c we're going to have a sleepover at a's house we were all between the ages of 14 to 15. i lived with his grandfather his grandma had passed away a few months before he was born and had lived a full life as a photographer but she struggled and eventually died from breast cancer which then took his mother about eight years later father was out of the picture before she was diagnosed so that particular night his grandfather was out of town for a funeral for an old war buddy and we had the house to ourselves we stayed up late playing super smash bros melee and we all crashed at about 2 am on the floor in the living room later that night i woke up freezing cold which was odd because it had been a fairly warm day and check the time 4 30. i looked around and saw a red blinking light on the coffee table i made a mental note about that seeming out of place but i was too cold not to mention too tired to get up so i rolled over and went back to sleep the next morning i wake up to a shaking me violently i open my eyes and can tell by his face that something is wrong i try to ask him what's going on but he just points at the coffee table on the table was his grandma's last kodak camera he tells me that it hasn't been out of his grandma's drawer since she's been dead he's only ever looked in there we try to blow it off maybe his grandpa was getting nostalgic because of his war buddies death reminding him of his wife's death and took it out to remember or something b c and i were pretty satisfied with that though a still had some doubts a week goes by and we all had pretty much forgot about that strange morning except for a who had been stressing out about it ever since he decided to go get the camera's pictures developed he calls us all the next day i can hear his voice trembling as he begs us to hurry over when we get there he throws down the bundle of pictures in front of us we flip through them and most of what looked like some last scenic trip his grandmother took before she died when we got to the last three pictures i froze b and c both gasped the pictures were of us all four of us captured in each picture sleeping on the floor in front of the television no one else was home that night the camera had no self-timer i still haven't been able to explain it and get freaked out when i think back on it

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Length: 20min 34sec (1234 seconds)

Published: Fri Sep 18 2020