Just Creepy: Scary Stories
8+ Hours of Scary Stories to Relax / Sleep to (COMPILATION)
Mon, 25 Nov 2024
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Chapter 1: What happens when friends go camping at Crow Lake?
We arrived at Crow Lake just as the sun began its lazy descent below the horizon, casting a warm golden light over everything. The trees were ablaze in shades of red, deep orange and bright yellow, almost idyllic, like something out of a painting. We tumbled out of the car, and stretching our legs, let go of all the tension that had piled up over the last few months.
All we needed was an escape from the noise of the city, some time to reconnect. Matt, Claire, Nate and I had been friends forever, but life has a way of pulling people apart. Jobs, relationships, responsibilities. It was as if we were all drifting in different directions, and the camping trip was a way of saying we could keep holding on, just a little while longer.
we set up our tents along the lake shore the water sparkling in the fading sunlight it felt good to laugh to joke like we used to crisp air washed over us carrying a sense of peace as we worked by the time the sun dipped below the tree-tops the sky was painted in shades of pink and purple We sat around the fire we built, the crackling of the flames filling the silence between us.
It was so quiet out here. No cars, no people. Nothing but the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves and the occasional splash of a fish jumping in the lake. Too quiet almost. But I shrugged it off. We were miles from civilization. It should be quiet. We sat around the fire, roasting marshmallows and sharing ghost stories.
My shoulders finally started to relax, the tension easing out of them for the first time in months. And then, I saw it. On the other side of the lake, a shadowy figure, tall and unmoving, standing at the edge of the trees. I blinked, straining my eyes against the twilight, trying to make out what it was. The light was fading, making it hard to see much of anything.
I elbowed Matt, whispering, Do you see that? He turned in the direction I indicated, squinting into the distance. See what? He asked, amused. You're not getting spooked already, are you? I frowned, still gazing at that spot, but it was gone. I shook my head, trying to dismiss the weird feeling lodged in my chest. No, it's nothing. Just a trick of the light, I guess.
Matt chuckled, and the others followed, teasing me for being afraid of my own shadow. I forced a smile, but the feeling still lingered. Something was out there, watching us. I told myself it was stupid, just a shadow, my mind playing tricks on me. But the further into the night it got, the more the feeling of unease grew.
The laughter around the campfire seemed forced now, and the darkness seemed to press in from all directions.
every time i looked across the lake i half expected to see that shadow again just standing there and watching the others didn't seem to notice or if they did they did a good job of pretending nothing was wrong that night when we crawled into our tents the forest came alive with noises leaves rustled branches snapped and an owl hooted from far away lying there staring up at the dark fabric of the tent my heart pounded in my chest
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Chapter 2: What eerie events unfold during the camping trip?
matt and claire chattered their laughter carrying through the forest i tried to join in but i couldn't help looking into the darkness between the trees expecting the figure from the previous night to reappear we soon came across an overgrown path leading deeper into the woods
The path was so narrow that trees crowded in from both sides, their branches intertwining overhead to form a canopy that allowed barely any sunlight to filter through. The deeper we went, the darker and colder it got. The tension was stifling and our conversation dwindled.
until the only sound was the crunching of leaves under our feet we stumbled across a small dilapidated cabin half hidden by undergrowth the windows were all smashed and the door hung loosely on its hinges the very sight of it made me shiver yet ever curious claire insisted we go inside
she pushed the door open the rusty hinges creaked loudly in the silence inside the air was thick with dust in the dim light pieces of furniture lay strewn across the floor and strange symbols were scratched into the walls old as if they had been there for years Claire took out her phone and snapped a few photos, jokingly pretending to be searching for a haunted house.
She was just kidding, but there was nothing funny about the feeling in the air. It bore down on me, making it hard to breathe. On the floor lay an old lantern, its glass cracked. Matt picked it up and turned it over in his hands. This place gives me the creeps, he muttered, and for once no one teased him. We all felt it. We shouldn't be here. We were intruding on something we didn't understand.
We left the cabin in a rush. The silence between us was heavy. Even the way back to camp seemed darker now. The trees twisted into ghostly contorted shapes, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. I couldn't shake the feeling that something was following us through the darkness, waiting for its moment. That night around the campfire was different.
Instead of the previous night's laughter, there was an expectant silence. I found myself looking across the lake every few minutes, half expecting to see that figure again. And then I did see it, standing at the edge of the trees barely visible in the fading light. Claire gasped, her eyes widening as she pointed. Look at that, she whispered, her voice shaking.
We all turned, but by the time the beam from Matt's flashlight swept over the water, the figure was gone. Nate forced a laugh, but it came out strained. His eyes betrayed him, wide and frightened. The darkness seemed to close in around us, the flames of the fire flickering as if fighting off the shadows. My heart raced, and my unease grew into fear.
That night, lying in my tent, I listened to the forest, the rustle of leaves, the snapping of branches, and then farther off, the hooting of an owl. My mind raced. Every muscle in my body was taut. Then I heard it. A soft, distorted voice calling out my name. Jenny. Matt.
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Chapter 3: What is the significance of the shadowy figure?
The light swept through the darkness and the footsteps ceased. A moment of silence. And then, deep in the woods, we heard it. Low, mocking laughter echoing all around us. Nate unzipped his tent and stepped out into the night, his voice shaking as he called out.
a sudden scream split the night raw and full of terror it sent shivers down my spine then utter silence as if the world had ended we burst out of our tents in a scatter of flashlight beams but saw nothing of nate he had been swallowed by the night Panic set in the moment Nate's scream ended. My body went cold. With the scream came a deadening stillness, worse than the scream itself.
I scrambled out of the tent, my heart pounding, the beam from the flashlight dancing in my shaking hands as I searched for any sign of Nate. Behind me, Matt, Sam, and Claire stood, their pale faces filled with horror.
nate sam bellowed his voice cracking the only answer was the echo of his voice dwindling into the distance the laughter had stopped now there was an oppressive silence that took over i could feel it crawling up my bones we needed to get out of there fast before whatever was out there got us too We have to go now, Matt whispered, barely audible.
He pulled at my arm, towing me toward the way back to the road. Claire was already scrambling, trying to pick up what little she could. Her hands shook so hard she dropped the flashlight twice. I didn't bother grabbing anything. Getting out alive was all that mattered. We stumbled through the dark, away from the campsite, flashlight beams bouncing wildly. The forest felt different, twisted, alien.
Trees seemed to lean over us, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching down to snatch us. the path we had followed so easily before now twisted and turned leading us deeper into the darkness i breathed in short panicked gasps my legs shaking as i urged them to keep moving behind me claire was crying stumbling over every step where is he she kept saying her voice cracking Where did he go?
We didn't know. I didn't want to think about it, about what had happened to Nate, about what might be waiting in the darkness ahead. The laughter started up again, low and staccato, running through the trees, wrapping around us. I bit back a scream, my heart hammering. I kept my focus on one thing, putting one foot in front of the other. We couldn't stop. It would catch us if we did.
I knew that deep in my bones. this way sam yelled staggering toward a gap that looked like an opening in the trees we swerved left underbrush slapping at our faces and arms as we fought our way through the laughter grew louder more distorted from the corner of my eye i saw it something moving something looming grotesque keeping pace with us no matter how fast we ran
The forest seemed never to end, and the darkness swallowed us whole. Fear replaced hope, cold and numbing. Just as I thought I couldn't run anymore, I saw it, the road. A pale line of gravel sliced through the trees, barely visible in the dim light of dawn.
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Chapter 4: How does the unease escalate throughout the night?
And he was just... gone. The first light of the sun came through the trees, and for a moment, I let myself think we were safe. A few minutes later, the police arrived. We tried to explain what had happened, but it sounded insane. They combed the woods and found nothing. No Nate. No signs that we had ever been there. Nothing but a discarded campsite.
Even now I remember the laughter, the figure, the feeling of being watched that haunted me. Sometimes, at night, when the world is still and the shadows reach out, I can still hear it. That soft, mirthless laughter just outside my window. And I think of what's still out there at Crow Lake, waiting for us to come back. I will never go into the woods again.
I've been through the Great Smoky Mountains many times, but never like this. The trails that usually seemed so inviting felt twisted now, the once familiar bends foreign in the growing shadows. We'd been searching for two days, the weight of each hour adding to the tension gripping our small group. The forest seemed to swallow our voices as we called out her name, Emma.
i had hoped each turn each ridge each clearing would bring her into view but the forest had a way of hiding things when it wanted it was carla who spotted her first emma was curled beneath a dense thicket her knees pulled up to her chest her eyes wide She looked at us, but it felt like she was staring through us, beyond us, into some unfathomable distance.
Her boots lay just a few feet away, side by side, as if she had taken them off with deliberate care. Carla moved towards her slowly, speaking in that calm way she has. I followed, watching as Emma's gaze shifted past Carla to the trees beyond. Emma, I said softly, crouching down. Her eyes darted to mine for a moment before returning to whatever was lurking behind us. You're safe now.
We're going to get you back, all right? Emma didn't respond. She just stared past me, her lips parted, her breath shallow. I turned, glancing back at the darkening forest, but there was nothing there, just trees, shadows, and the whispers of the wind threading through the leaves. Carla wrapped the blanket around Emma, her hands steady as always, while I tried to catch Emma's eye again.
It was time to move. The sun was nearly gone, and darkness in the smokies came fast. We lifted Emma gently, supporting her on either side as we began the trek back. The trail was uneven, twisting, and I kept my flashlight trained on the ground ahead of us. The beams danced with every step, the forest beyond slipping in and out of sight, as if playing a cruel game of hide-and-seek.
Emma's breathing grew louder as we walked, a series of shallow gasps that seemed to match our steps. She kept glancing over her shoulder, her eyes growing wilder with each glance. I tried to talk to her, keep her focused, but nothing seemed to break through the fear that had wrapped itself around her.
"'He's following us,' she whispered, her voice barely audible over the crunch of leaves and branches beneath our feet. I exchanged a look with Carla, whose eyes were narrowed, her lips pressed into a thin line. We both knew shock could do strange things, make people see things that weren't there. But there was something in Emma's gaze, something so certain, that made my chest tighten.'
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Chapter 5: What terrifying encounter occurs with the creature?
Just the forest, the endless trees and shadows stretching into the night. Let's keep moving, I said, my voice firmer than I felt. Carla nodded, and we urged Emma forward, her feet dragging, her eyes still fixed on whatever she thought was out there. The air around us felt thick, the quiet pressing in, the forest waiting. We moved faster, the lights of the base camp a distant promise.
emma's whispers grew more frantic her eyes darting from side to side her words jumbling together in her fear she refused to look ahead always back always searching for something i couldn't see the trail twisted and i focused on the path on getting us out on the lights just barely visible now through the trees
Don't look at him, Emma muttered, her voice cracking, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. He doesn't like it when you look. Her words clung to the air around us, making it harder to breathe. Each step a struggle against the shadows that seemed to grow closer with every passing second.
the camp lights finally broke through the darkness flooding the path in front of us we hurried into the clearing the tension around us snapping like a rope pulled too tight emma collapsed her body shaking her eyes finally closing as carla knelt beside her I turned back to the forest, my flashlight once again cutting through the dark. But there was nothing there. Nothing I could see.
Just the trees. Just the silence. But it didn't feel like we were alone. The darkness had a way of shifting, like a living thing curling around us. We moved cautiously, the beam of my flashlight cutting through the trees as if trying to keep the forest itself at bay.
Emma's breathing had turned into a series of ragged gasps, her hand clutching my arm with a strength that seemed impossible given her fragile state. Carla was ahead of us, her steps careful and deliberate, but I could tell by the tension in her shoulders that she was just as on edge as I was.
We had made it this far, but it seemed like every step forward was pushing us deeper into something we couldn't name. Emma kept glancing behind us, her wide eyes darting back to the darkness, and I couldn't help but feel the weight of her terror pulling me down. She whispered under her breath, her words barely forming, a steady litany of pleas to someone none of us could see.
The forest had gone silent, and not in the usual way when night fell. It was a hollow silence, as if something had emptied it, leaving behind nothing but an oppressive void. Even our footsteps felt muffled, the crunch of leaves underfoot dampened by whatever had wrapped itself around us. I called out to Carla, my voice barely breaking through the quiet. And she turned, her eyes meeting mine.
There was no need for words. Both of us could see it in each other's faces. we needed to get out emma stumbled her legs giving way and i caught her just before she fell we have to keep moving i urged trying to keep my voice steady she shook her head her eyes still fixed on something beyond us
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Chapter 6: What warnings are given about the woods?
She didn't speak, just nodded, and we started moving again, Carla now on her other side, both of us practically carrying her along the uneven trail. That's when I heard it. Soft, almost indistinct at first, but growing louder. Footsteps.
not ours they moved in time with us but they were out of sync as if whoever or whatever was making them wanted us to know they were there i glanced at carla and her face had gone pale her eyes widening slightly She had heard it too. We quickened our pace, Emma stumbling between us, her eyes wide, her breath coming in frantic bursts. I didn't dare look back.
The trees seemed to close in, the path winding tighter, the light from our flashlights barely piercing the darkness. Emma whispered again, her voice hoarse. He's closer. He wants us to know. The words made my stomach twist, but I kept my focus on the trail. The lights of the base camp couldn't be far now. Carla and I pushed forward, practically dragging Emma, our steps uneven and desperate.
The footsteps behind us grew louder, and I could hear the branches rustling, the underbrush crunching as if something massive was moving just out of sight, just beyond the reach of our flashlights. Carla's voice broke through the silence, sharp and urgent. We're almost there. Don't stop. Just keep moving. I nodded, though the fear in my chest felt like a weight, pressing down with every breath.
Emma's head lolled slightly, her eyes wide but unfocused, her body sagging between us, as if whatever strength she had left was fading. The camp lights flickered through the trees, faint but there, and I felt a rush of relief. We pushed forward, the footsteps still there, still matching us, growing louder, closer.
The clearing opened in front of us, and we broke into it, the harsh lights washing over us, the base camp a sudden beacon of safety. Emma collapsed as soon as we reached the clearing, her body going limp, and Carla and I knelt beside her, breathing hard. I looked back towards the forest, my flashlight still aimed at the treeline.
The footsteps had stopped, the silence returning, deeper now, heavier. The forest stood there, unmoving, nothing but shadows and branches swaying gently in the breeze. But it felt wrong, as if the darkness itself was watching, waiting. Carla placed her hand on my shoulder, her voice soft but firm. We made it. I nodded, but my eyes stayed on the forest. Something had followed us, I knew it.
I couldn't see it, but it was there, just beyond the light, watching. And it wasn't done yet. The camp was bustling as the medics rushed over. Their voices hurried, their hands moving quickly to check Emma. Carla and I stood back, catching our breath, the adrenaline still thrumming through my veins.
The light from the camp spilled out into the clearing, casting long shadows that seemed to twist and shift. I kept my eyes on the treeline, every instinct telling me to stay alert, to watch for whatever might still be out there. Emma's whispers had left a knot of unease in my chest. She'd said he was still there, just beyond the light, waiting for one of us to stray too far.
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Chapter 7: How do the characters react to the creature's presence?
Her eyes flicked towards the tree line, the shadows beyond the camp lights dark and thick. There was something oppressive about the way the forest seemed to press in, as if it was just waiting for the right moment to reclaim us. I tried to shake off the feeling, but the tension in the air refused to fade.
The camp, usually a place of refuge, felt exposed, vulnerable, as if the light was barely keeping the darkness at bay. One of the medics called out to us, motioning for help, and Carla moved forward to assist. I lingered for a moment, my gaze drifting back to the forest. There was a rustle, soft and distant,
and my eyes narrowed the beam of my flashlight sweeping across the underbrush nothing just branches swaying the wind whispering through the leaves still i couldn't shake the thought that something was out there watching waiting I turned back to the camp, joining Carla as they loaded Emma onto a stretcher.
She was conscious, her eyes half open, her lips moving in a whisper that I couldn't quite hear. The medics exchanged a look, their expressions tight, but they didn't say anything. I caught Carla's eye, and she gave me a small nod, a silent assurance that Emma was in good hands.
But as they started to move her towards one of the tents, Emma's eyes snapped open, her hand shooting out to grab my wrist. Her grip was stronger than I expected, her eyes wide, frantic. "'He's still there,' she said, her voice barely above a whisper, but filled with a raw fear that cut through the noise of the camp. "'He's waiting.'
A shiver ran through me, and I glanced back towards the forest, the tree-line now just a dark wall against the night sky. The medics gently pried her hand from my wrist, speaking to her in soothing tones as they led her away. Carla stepped closer, her eyes following mine to the edge of the clearing.
we should get some rest she said though her voice lacked conviction i nodded but neither of us moved the camp lights flickered the generator humming steadily and i found myself counting each flicker each moment that the light seemed to waver It felt like a fragile barrier, one that could give way at any moment. Carla finally sighed, her hand resting on my arm.
Come on, she said, her voice softer now. We need to clear our heads. We made our way to one of the tents, but I couldn't shake the sense of unease. The forest was too close, the darkness too deep. I unzipped the tent, stepping inside, the fabric walls doing little to block out the sounds of the night. Carla followed, sitting down heavily on her sleeping bag. Do you think she's right?
She asked after a moment, her voice barely audible. I didn't answer right away. I could still feel the weight of Emma's grip on my wrist, the fear in her eyes. I glanced towards the tent flap, the shadows beyond it shifting as the camp lights flickered again. I don't know, I said finally my voice low, but whatever it is, I don't think it's over.
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Chapter 8: What is the ultimate fate of the characters?
The night stretched on, the darkness outside feeling like a presence all its own, and I knew that whatever had followed us out of the forest was still there, just beyond the light, waiting for its moment. It was supposed to be just another evening walk. Ryan and I had been walking through the forest preserve nearly every day since we moved here. It was kind of our thing.
The path through the woods was one we knew so well. It always felt safe. I do recall that the air was very crisp that evening, smelling like damp leaves and cool dirt. The sun was hanging low, and long shadows were stretching over the path like giant fingers. I held Ryan's hand, and everything felt normal. Peaceful, even. Until it wasn't. We were just rounding a bend when I heard it.
A sound that didn't belong. Leaves crunching, but it wasn't us. I slowed down, squeezing Ryan's hand and turned just enough to peek over my shoulder. That's when I saw him. There was a man standing there on the path behind us. He was far enough away that I couldn't make out much, but something about him made my stomach twist. His coat looked old, like he'd been out here for years.
He wasn't moving. Just standing there, staring. "'Ryan,' I whispered, my voice shaking. "'Someone's behind us.' Ryan turned, squinting his eyes to try and get a better look. The guy didn't move, didn't wave, didn't nod, didn't do anything to acknowledge we'd spotted him." His face was partly obscured by his hood, but I could see enough. Those sunken eyes, that deathly pale skin.
My heartbeat worked its way up to a run, as I felt that something was sincerely, horribly wrong. Ryan squeezed my hand a little tighter, like he was trying to calm me down. "'It's fine, Meg,' he said quietly. "'He's probably just another hiker,' He gave me a quick smile, but I could tell he wasn't totally convinced. We started walking again, a little faster now.
I tried to focus on the path, on getting back home, but I couldn't help it. I kept listening for him. That's when I heard it. Footsteps. Light, at first, like maybe I was just imagining them. But they were there, crunching along, right in time with ours. Ryan must have heard it too, because he looked back once more. and I could see his face tense up.
The man was closer now, still staring, still following us. "'Ryan,' I whispered, barely louder than a breath. He didn't say a word, just nodded, and quickened his pace, pulling me along with him. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst. Why was he following us? What did he want?' The faster we walked, the faster he followed.
The footsteps never stopped, always keeping the same distance behind us. My legs felt shaky, and every time I looked back, there he was, just getting closer. His face never changed, not even a flicker of emotion. "'Let's get off the trail,' Ryan said suddenly, his voice tight. He nodded toward the narrow path that diverged through the woods, a shortcut that we had taken a few other times.
I didn't argue. We veered off, feet crunching over sticks and dry leaves as the trees closed in around us. The path was darker, more tangled. It felt like we were wading deeper into shadows. I hoped maybe we could lose him, that he'd just give up and leave us alone.' But even as we ran through the underbrush, I could still hear it. The crunch of leaves, steady and relentless.
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