Just Creepy: Scary Stories
8 True Scary Stories to Make You Sleep with One Eye Open
Wed, 27 Nov 2024
These are 8 True Scary Stories to Make You Sleep with One Eye Open Linktree: https://linktr.ee/its_just_creepy Story Credits: ►Sent in to https://www.justcreepy.net/ Timestamps: 00:00 Intro 00:00:18 Story 1 00:06:39 Story 2 00:12:20 Story 3 00:20:08 Story 4 00:27:45 Story 5 00:37:25 Story 6 00:43:59 Story 7 00:51:58 Story 8 Music by: ► Myuu's channel http://bit.ly/1k1g4ey ►CO.AG Music http://bit.ly/2f9WQpe Thumbnail art: ►Just Creepy Business inquiries: ►[email protected] #scarystories #horrorstories #truescarystories 💀As always, thanks for watching! 💀
Chapter 1: What is the introduction about?
The house was quiet that night, quieter than usual. Mom was in the living room, her head buried in bills spread across the coffee table, muttering about overdue payments. I finished my dinner alone, the sound of my fork scraping the plate echoing in the stillness. It wasn't strange for me to eat by myself. Mom was always busy, but something about the silence felt heavier.
Chapter 2: What happens in Story 1?
i rinsed my plate turned off the kitchen light and made my way to my room the hallway stretched before me dim and shadowed the faint wind outside rattling the loose panes of glass i flicked on my bedroom light and closed the door a small ritual i'd done a thousand times before My dog Jerry was already curled up in his usual spot on the old rug by my bed.
The room should have felt familiar, comforting even, but that night, something felt... off. I couldn't put my finger on it. Maybe it was the way the wind seemed louder, or how the chill from outside seeped through the window frame. I checked the lock on the window, twisting it twice to make sure. Jerry's ears twitched, but he didn't stir.
I kicked off my socks, climbed under the covers, and tried to shake the unease pressing on my chest. It took a while, but eventually, I drifted off. When I woke up, it was sudden, like a splash of cold water to the face. My heart was pounding, though I didn't know why. The room was bathed in the faint red glow of my alarm clock. 12.03 a.m.
I stared at the numbers for a moment, trying to figure out what had woken me. The house was still, except for the soft whir of my space heater and the distant creak of the old wood settling. I reached down and patted Jerry, who was snoring softly. That's when I noticed the shadows. They flickered faintly across the curtains, dancing in the pale moonlight.
At first, I thought it was the wind, but the way they moved didn't make sense. Too deliberate, too steady. My stomach tightened as the unease I'd felt earlier came rushing back. I told myself not to look. Whatever was out there, it wasn't my problem. But my hand moved on its own, reaching for the edge of the curtain. Slowly, I pulled it aside, just enough to peek out.
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Chapter 3: What is the plot of Story 2?
at first i didn't see anything the yard was empty bathed in silvery light the trees at the edge of the property swayed gently in the wind then i saw him a man standing just beyond the tree line his hood obscured part of his face but the moonlight caught his features gaunt pale, eyes sunken into shadows that didn't belong. He didn't move, didn't make a sound, he just stared.
My chest tightened as our eyes met. I stumbled back from the window, my breath catching in my throat. When I dared to look again, he was closer, his face clearer now, lips moving in some silent chant. That's when I ran back to bed.
the morning light didn't bring the relief i thought it would i barely slept after what i'd seen and every creak every whisper of wind outside had me clutching the covers tighter when i finally opened my eyes the pale sunlight streaming through the curtains only reminded me how close he had been
I sat up, Jerry still asleep at the foot of the bed, oblivious to the terror that had unfolded hours earlier. My alarm clock read 7.13 a.m. I felt like I'd been hit by a truck, my body heavy, my mind clouded. But something gnawed at me, a tugging thought that I couldn't ignore. I crept to the window, careful not to disturb Jerry.
The glass felt cold under my fingertips as I pulled the curtain back, squinting against the brightness. the yard looked normal at first glance the trees swayed gently and the dew sparkled on the grass but then i saw them deep impressions in the earth footprints my stomach turned they led from the woods to the house stopping directly beneath my window
I stared at them for a long moment, my mind racing. He had been so close, too close. My heart pounded as I backed away, letting the curtain fall shut. The rest of the morning was a blur. At school, the teacher's voices sounded muffled, like I was underwater. My friends asked if I was feeling okay, but I just nodded and shrugged them off. How could I explain it?
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Chapter 4: What occurs in Story 3?
How could I tell them I'd seen a man staring at me in the middle of the night, his face pale and hollow, his eyes empty of anything human? When the final bell rang, I practically sprinted home. The walk back felt different, the usual comfort of the familiar streets replaced by a creeping sense of being watched. Every gust of wind, every passing car, made me jump.
By the time I reached the house I was sweating, my pulse racing.
i didn't go straight to my room i couldn't instead i found mom in the kitchen sorting through the mail i wanted to tell her to make her understand but i couldn't find the words she barely glanced at me before returning to her stack of envelopes that night as the sun set the unease returned i made sure every window was locked every curtain drawn tight
Jerry followed me around the house, his nails clicking against the hardwood. By the time I got to the back door, he was growling, a deep guttural sound I'd never heard from him before. That's when I saw it. The door was ajar, the chain lock dangling uselessly. I froze, the blood draining from my face.
My trembling hand reached for the knob, and I slammed the door shut, locking it as tightly as I could. When Mom saw my face, she called the police. They searched the yard, the house, the woods. Nothing. But as I stood by the back door, my eyes caught something I hadn't noticed before. Scratched into the wood, faint but deliberate, was a single word. Midnight.
My knees buckled as cold terror swept over me. Creepy man outside my window. Let's not meet again. It started like any other morning at the diner. I had just put on my apron when the delivery guy came in with a package. He was wearing the usual courier uniform, nothing special. I signed for it, said thanks, and moved on. There were pancakes to flip and coffee to refill.
The morning rush came and went and soon I forgot all about him. But later, during the dinner shift, a man sat down at the counter. He looked different from anyone I remembered. He wore a casual jacket, no uniform, and he seemed like just another tired customer. He smiled and said his name was Jared, asking for a coffee and a burger. I didn't think much of it.
After all, a lot of people came in every day, and I had a job to do. At first, Jared just wanted to talk about the usual stuff. How long had I worked here? Did I like it? I answered his questions while I made drinks for the other customers. But then his questions changed. He asked if I had a boyfriend. I nodded, but he kept on talking.
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Chapter 5: What is the theme of Story 4?
He started complimenting my hair, my smile, even the way I walked around the counter. I tried to ignore it, keeping my responses short and polite, hoping he'd get the hint.
then he leaned closer and said he'd come back just to see me it took me a moment to understand what he meant he was the delivery guy from the morning my stomach tightened he was still smiling but there was something off about it something that made me wish he'd just leave i kept glancing over at the clock willing time to move faster
eventually jared paid his bill and got up to go i watched him walk out the door feeling a wave of relief but it didn't last i stepped into the back and found megan my manager taking a break i told her about jared and how he had come back just to see me she frowned her eyes narrowing and told me she'd keep an eye out It made me feel a little better to know she was there.
The evening rush came, and soon the diner was full of the usual noises, plates clattering, people chatting, the sizzle of the grill. I tried to forget about Jared, but every time the door opened, I found myself looking up, half expecting to see him again. Megan stayed near the counter, and I was grateful for that. When closing time finally came, I started to relax.
I wiped down the counter and gathered the last of the dirty dishes. The diner was emptying out, and it was almost peaceful. But as I glanced out the big front window, I saw something that made my breath catch. Jared's car was still there, parked at the edge of the lot. He wasn't inside the diner, but he was out there, somewhere in the dark. It was just me and Megan now.
The diner was quiet, the lights still on, but everything else was dark. I tried to focus on cleaning, but I kept glancing outside, where Jared's car sat at the far end of the parking lot. It felt strange, like he was waiting for something, or someone. I hurried to the back, finding Megan near the office. "'He's still out there,' I said, trying to keep my voice steady. Megan's eyes widened.
She told me not to worry, that we could call the police if we needed to. I didn't want to make a big scene, so instead I grabbed my phone and called Ryan, my boyfriend. I tried to explain what was happening without sounding too scared, but Ryan could tell. He said he was on his way, and I hung up, feeling a little better." Megan told me to wait in the office until Ryan got here.
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Chapter 6: What chilling event unfolds in Story 5?
It felt safer in there, away from the windows. I sat down staring at the clock on the wall, the seconds ticking by slowly. Megan checked on me every few minutes, making sure I was okay, and that helped a little. Finally, I heard the sound of a car pulling into the lot. I got up and peeked out, seeing Ryan's car stopping near the back door. Megan walked with me to the door, and we stepped outside.
ryan was standing by his car looking around i pointed toward jared's car still parked with the engine running no headlights ryan didn't waste any time he walked right over to jared's car his shoulders stiff his steps quick i stayed by the back door watching ryan knocked on the window and jared rolled it down just a little they talked but I couldn't hear what they were saying.
I saw Ryan lean in, his face close to the window, and Jared shook his head mumbling something. Ryan's voice got louder and I could hear him now. You need to leave, now. He wasn't asking. Jared hesitated, looking down, then finally put his car in drive. He pulled away slowly at first, then sped up, disappearing into the darkness beyond the parking lot.
Ryan turned and walked back to me, his face serious. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. Let's get you home, he said. I nodded, grateful he was here. Megan waved as we got into Ryan's car, and soon we were driving away from the diner. The ride home was quiet. I kept looking out the window, half expecting to see Jared's car following us, but it never did.
When we finally got home, I felt like I could breathe again. but I knew I wouldn't forget this night for a long time. Something about the way Jared had stayed, just waiting in the dark, made it hard to feel safe. I hoped I'd never see him again. I was just getting off my late shift at the hospital.
It had been one of those nights where as soon as I got home, all I wanted to do was jump in the shower and try to forget the day. The streets were quiet, quiet in that way that used to make me feel safe.
i knew this neighborhood i had walked these streets hundreds of times but on that night something felt different i saw him as i turned down maple street the guy in the hoodie may be a hundred feet back i told myself not to be paranoid it was probably just another late-night walker I kept going, trying to shake off the uneasy itch in my mind. But every time I picked up my pace, he did too.
Every time I slowed down, he followed suit, like he was playing some sort of game with me as his target. I decided to test him. I stepped suddenly across the street, hoping he'd keep going straight. But no, he crossed too. Now, my heart was pounding in my chest, and I could hear my pulse in my ears.
I was trying hard to remain calm, but this friendly neighborhood now felt like a maze with no way out. I turned down an alley, hoping it would get me closer to home, possibly lose him. The alley was dark with only the faint light from a distant flickering streetlamp at the end. My footsteps echoed off the brick walls, and I realized I could hear his too. He was getting closer.
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Chapter 7: What terror is revealed in Story 6?
I ran inside, trying to act like I belonged there, and grabbed a bottle of detergent from the shelf. The place was practically empty. An older woman was sleeping in the corner, and the guy at the counter hardly looked up from his phone. I faked looking at the detergent but kept my eyes on the door. He stopped right outside. He stood there, staring through the glass, his face expressionless.
My hands were shaking. i ducked down behind a row of washing machines my heart hammering in my chest i tried to breathe to think but all i could hear were his footsteps as he pushed open the door and walked in he was slow deliberate like he knew i was hiding
i couldn't stay there i knew it i had to move i took a deep breath and bolted running past the counter and out the door and back into the night i didn't look back just ran my feet pounding on the pavement hoping praying i could lose him corners blurred together in the streets i turned without thinking only trying to put as much distance between us as possible
When I finally reached my street, I thought maybe I'd lost him. But then I saw him standing at the far end of the block, just waiting. He wasn't out of breath. He wasn't running. He was just there, watching me. It was like he knew precisely where I was headed. I didn't think. I just ran, fumbling with my keys, throwing open the door and slamming it shut behind me.
I locked it, leaned back against it, trying to catch my breath. i listened but all i could hear was the silence of the hallway i dashed to my window peeking through the curtains but he was gone or maybe he was just out of my line of sight that night i didn't sleep i sat by the window watching out into the darkness waiting for any sign of movement
every little sound made me jump my neighborhood my safe place it all felt different now the shadows were longer the quiet was more threatening i knew i would never forget that feeling and i hoped more than anything that i would never see him again I ran up the stairs to my apartment, slamming the door shut behind me and locking it tight.
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Chapter 8: What happens in Story 7?
My hands were shaking still, and it was like I could hardly catch my breath. I leaned back against the door, trying to catch my breath, but my ears strained to hear anything. Footsteps. A knock. Anything. The hallway outside was quiet. Too quiet. I rushed to the window and pulled aside the curtain, looking out onto the street below. It was empty. No sign of him.
I tried to tell myself maybe I'd lost him, maybe he'd given up. But deep inside, I knew he was still out there somewhere. He hadn't chased me like a normal person would. He had just walked, slowly, like he knew I'd end up right where he wanted. I paced back and forth, trying to think of what to do. I thought about calling the police but couldn't think of what I would say.
Just that a guy followed me? He hadn't done anything illegal, hadn't said a word to me. It seemed like they wouldn't take me seriously. I felt trapped. I didn't want to overreact, but I also didn't feel safe. I instinctively reached for my phone anyway, holding it close, prepared to dial in case I had to. I sat down by the window, keeping watch.
Minutes felt like hours, and every little noise outside made me jump. The wind rustling through the trees, the sound of a car passing in the distance, the faint bark of a dog. I continued to wait, praying that I would not see him again. But just as I started to think maybe it was over, I saw movement at the end of the street. There he was.
The same hooded guy standing under the streetlight, looking right at my building. He wasn't moving, just standing there. My stomach twisted in knots. He knew where I lived. He knew I was here. It was as if he was waiting for something. or maybe even daring me to come out again. I ducked down, my heart hammering in my chest. I tried to think of what to do next, but my mind felt frozen.
It felt like forever before I looked out again. He was still there, only now he was closer, halfway down the block. He moved slowly toward my building. I could hardly breathe. I picked up my phone and dialed 911, my fingers shaking as I punched in the numbers. I told the operator what was happening, trying to speak, but my voice was shaking.
They said they'd send someone over, but it felt like it was taking forever. I kept looking out the window, watching as he got closer and closer. And then, just as suddenly as he had appeared, he turned and walked away. He did not run, did not look back, just turned and disappeared into the shadows.
the police arrived a few minutes later but by then he was long gone i told them everything but they didn't seem hopeful they said they'd patrol the area but i could tell they didn't think they'd find him i didn't sleep at all that night only keeping watch and waiting at the window fearful he might come back
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Chapter 9: What is the conclusion of Story 8?
the next day i changed my route to work so i would stay in populated areas and was never alone but even with all those precautionary changes deep down inside i knew i would never feel completely safe again not after that night not knowing he was still out there somewhere watching I don't know who he was or what he wanted, but I hope I never find out.
And if he's still out there, I hope he'll stay far, far away, because I don't think I could go through that again.
i never liked that shed even on sunny days it gave me the creeps but on rainy days like that saturday afternoon it was even worse the sky was gray and the light drizzle made everything look darker and gloomier i pulled my hood up and headed towards the far end of the property where the old shed stood
hidden away by overgrown bushes and surrounded by muddy grass i had to mow the lawn and unfortunately that meant going into the shed to get the lawn mower the shed was old with wooden planks that were warped and splintering The door always creaked loudly, and the hinges were rusted, so just getting in was a challenge. I fumbled with the key, finally turning the lock and pushing the door open.
It groaned as it swung wide, and a musty smell hit me immediately. It smelled worse than usual, like something had been rotting inside. The air felt thick and heavy, and for a second, I thought about just closing the door and pretending I forgot to mow the lawn, but I couldn't do that. I took a step inside, trying to ignore the way the floorboards creaked beneath my feet.
Something didn't feel right, though. I could feel it deep in my gut, like an invisible weight pressing down on me. I paused, my eyes scanning the dark corners of the shed. Then, without really thinking about it, I looked up.
my heart stopped there lying across the wooden planks that made up the crawlspace above was a man he was pressed flat against the beams as if he was trying to blend in with the shadows his clothes were filthy covered in stains and his face was pale almost ghostly
his eyes were wide open staring right at me i could see the dirt smudged on his cheeks the lines etched into his skin he didn't move didn't blink he just watched me and then i saw it a glint of something metallic in his hand it was a knife
i felt like my whole body had turned to ice i knew i couldn't let him know that i'd seen him if i showed any fear if i made any sudden moves who knew what he would do i forced myself to look away my eyes dropping to the lawn mower my hands were shaking but i reached out and grabbed the handle
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