The temptation of exploring an old haunted house alone , where strange things happened to people and against my best friend’s wishes ,was too hard to resist. After spending a night there when I proudly came out to announce to my friend that nothing in the house had changed since last night , I found her screaming hysterically , the house hadn’t changed , I had !!
Ever spotted something out of the corner of your eye with the suspicion that someone was watching you? Ever seen half of a face staring back?
I should have known right from the beginning that there was something wrong with the deserted diner especially after ordering their special steak. The meat tasted strange , the waitress was staring continuously at me with a perpetual smile on her face & a butchers knife sticking out of her apron.
At first i thought it was coming from the window.
But then i heard the tapping come from the mirror again.
At 26 years old is it weird that I find nothing more comfortingn than my mother’s touch? You may find it weirder that when died giving birth to me.
We hid it in the basement when I started having nightmares. Standing outside my room, a doll never looked so lifelike.
I wasn’t afraid of the noises until I noticed. At night, the nurses came in pairs.
“Honey, are you back yet?” I ask, as the living room door opens behind me. Someone appreciatively whispers “No…” into my ear.
I was told not to leave my room after dark. As I heard it crawl towards me and the door refused to open, I understood.
Up in the attic, I was puzzled to see pictures of me climbing the stairs and sitting where I sat. It was too late when I saw what was next.
When I first able to hear again I would often talk to myself when I was alone, just to enjoy the sound in my ears. I stopped shortly after, once I starting hearing replies to my conversations.
I was alarmed to see a woman cross the empty road in the dead of night. More so later, when she crossed it again.
The smell of rot came when the lights died. In the quiet of the elevator, I heard the soft sound of bare feet.
“I’ve forgotten to turn off the car lights yet again” I think and reach for the car keys. Then I realize that in the darkness outside my window no rear lights are glowing, but two red eyes staring at me.
Having a light burn out is creepy enough when you’re living alone. Having a light turn on is even worse.
This morning I opened the curtains to find a bloody hand print from the outside of the window. I live on the third floor.
Imagine a fearsome creature, neither man nor animal, with matted fur, spotted with clotted blood, having razor-sharp claws and teeth, big, strong, virtually impregnable and with greedy glowing eyes. Even this being would be afraid of what’s outside your door waiting for you to already come out.
Each night on the stroke of midnight his young, dead wife would text him. Her final message, the one they found beside the body, read, ‘That tapping on the window is me’.
She climbed into the tub, ready to relax and enjoy the warmth and comfort of the bath.
She lays back, but she immediately feels her life slipping as she reads the label: “WARNING Do not submerge in water; may cause short-circuiting.”
George met Sally at a Biology lecture and asked her for her opinion of his senior project to increase the wetlands frog population. Sally accompanied him and impressed by his work surprised him with a kiss, only to hear a loud ‘poof’ and her voice blurt out a throaty, “Ribbit!”