Just Creepy: Scary Stories
9 Hours of Scary Stories to Relax or Sleep to (COMPILATION)
Fri, 29 Nov 2024
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Chapter 1: What unsettling events occur in the quiet house?
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.
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 2: What happens when the narrator encounters shadows outside?
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 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? 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.
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Chapter 3: How does the experience at the diner escalate?
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.
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 4: What strange occurrences unfold in the forest?
who's eric i asked trying to sound nonchalant though a prickling unease started to gnaw at me she waved a hand dismissive oh he's just a guy who helps me out sometimes he's bringing the food tonight something about her tone made me uneasy but i pushed the feeling down this was amanda If she trusted him enough to have him over, then I could at least be polite.
When Eric arrived, I understood why something felt off. He fumbled with the Taco Bell boxes as he stepped into the apartment, his eyes flickering around the room but never quite settling on mine. Amanda was overly friendly, thanking him several times, her tone almost rehearsed.
you're the best eric she said with a bright smile and he just mumbled something back his face flushed there was an awkwardness in the air that clung like a thick fog i tried to smile at him but it felt forced strained by the discomfort twisting in my gut after eric left i couldn't help but ask amanda what the deal was she shrugged almost defensively and explained how eric helped her run errands picked up her groceries and did little things for her when she was too busy
He's just helpful, she said, her eyes not quite meeting mine. There was something in her voice, a hesitance that made me think she knew as well as I did, that this wasn't entirely normal. I let it drop, but the unease stayed. It didn't end there. A few days later, Eric added me to a group chat with Amanda.
He started sending memes, nothing offensive, just banal attempts at humor that I politely acknowledged. Then he began offering to help me with things, errands, tasks, anything I needed. At first I declined, uncomfortable with the idea of involving him in my life. But his offers kept coming, and I could feel the pressure mounting.
I didn't want to seem ungrateful or rude, especially with Amanda in the middle of it all. Eventually, when I found myself struggling with how to transport a dresser I'd bought online, I made the mistake of accepting Eric's help. He was ecstatic, almost too enthusiastic. He handled everything smoothly, showing up exactly when he said he would and refusing any payment.
When I insisted, he smiled in this strange, almost self-satisfied way and said, "'Just come on a hike with me sometime. That's payment enough.'"
i didn't want to but his persistence wore me down he framed it like it was nothing just a friendly outing the dread settled in my chest like a stone the day of the hike i told myself it was fine that i was overreacting but every instinct i had screamed that this wasn't just a casual walk in the woods
i couldn't shake the feeling that i was making a mistake a mistake that i would regret the day was crisp clear the kind of autumn afternoon that made everything look sharper edges more defined shadows more elongated I kept telling myself it was just a hike, but the apprehension that sat like a lump in my throat refused to budge.
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Chapter 5: What happens during the nighttime horror at the campsite?
Then, after what felt like forever, the footsteps slowly retreated. i stayed there frozen in the shower until i was sure the house was silent again i tried to convince myself that it was just my imagination but deep down i knew something was wrong i could feel it and the worst part was i had no idea what was coming next the days that followed felt like a blur
I tried my best to ignore the strange feelings and just focus on Emily, but it was getting harder to pretend everything was okay. There were times I would catch a whiff of something strange, an odd, musty smell that made the hairs on my neck stand up. It would come and go, and I could never find the source. Sometimes the basement door would be open just a crack when I knew I had closed it.
I felt like I was losing my mind, but I kept telling myself it was all in my head. One night, after Emily had gone to bed, I heard something that made my blood run cold. It was a soft, muffled cough coming from somewhere beneath the floor. My heart pounded in my chest as I tiptoed around, trying to find where the sound had come from. I went down to the basement, but it was empty.
Nothing seemed out of place, but I could feel something, something wrong. I went back upstairs, my heart still racing, and tried to shake off the fear.
i told myself it must have been the wind or maybe even a stray cat but i knew that wasn't true everything changed the day the landlord came by for an inspection i remember he looked around the house checking the windows and the pipes then he went down to the basement a few minutes later i heard him call out his voice shaky
i rushed to the basement door and that's when i heard the noise shuffling like someone was moving quickly through the darkness i grabbed a flashlight and hurried down the stairs the landlord was standing there his face pale pointing towards the far corner of the basement I followed his gaze, my heart pounding.
There, in the shadows, I saw movement, a figure darting between the old boxes and furniture. It was Greg. He looked wild, his eyes wide and frantic. Before I could react, he lunged at the landlord, knocking him over, and then ran past me, disappearing out the basement door. The police were called, and they searched the neighborhood.
After what felt like hours, they found Greg hiding behind a dumpster down the street. They took him away, and I thought it was finally over. But when they searched the basement, they found something that made my stomach turn. Behind a stack of old furniture, Greg had made a hiding spot for himself. A filthy mattress, blankets, and some of my missing things.
there were empty food wrappers pieces of my clothing and the missing kitchen knife the worst part was the camera it was an old beat-up digital camera that gregg had left behind on it were dozens of pictures pictures of me taken through the windows pictures of me sleeping He had been watching us for weeks, sneaking into our home while we slept. The thought made my skin crawl.
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Chapter 6: How does the story of the peeker unfold in the woods?
It was as though Alex had vanished. Slowly I began to breathe again. I went to college, got new friends, and even found someone to love. Got married, started a job, and began to feel like myself again. But no matter how much time passes, the fear never really leaves. Sometimes I still feel his eyes on me, even if he's not there.
I live with the memory of Alex and hope that our paths will never cross again. But knowing that the fear he left behind will always be part of me. This was late autumn of 2017. That crisp, biting pre-winter chill had taken hold of the air, and a thick mist enveloped Tennessee.
I lived on the outskirts of town in one of those newly built apartment complexes, and running through the nights was what I did to unwind. The streets were quiet and almost empty, which suited me just fine. It made me feel free, as though I had the whole world to myself. I slipped out that night around nine.
The mist was heavy, and everything seemed to be veiled in a haze that was somehow dreamlike. I plugged in my earbuds, turned my music on, and let the rhythm of my footsteps carry me along. My usual route took me down the quieter streets, past Briarwood Park and an old graveyard beyond its borders. The park always felt eerie after dark, but I liked the feeling of mystery that came with it.
The way the fog curled around the trees, the silence that settled in as I ran by, it was like another world. I was making my way up to the graveyard entrance when I saw something strange. There was someone standing beside the rusty iron gates. A person, I should say.
i slowed to a stop and yanked out my earbuds the music filtered into the stillness of the night it was difficult to see very clearly due to the mist but it was small it wasn't moving i took a few steps closer and my heart suddenly started pounding faster It was a girl, probably ten or eleven years old. She was in a thin nightgown, her hair disheveled and her feet bare.
She looked so out of place standing there in the cold with tears streaming down her face. Her eyes were wide with fear, and she kept glancing over her shoulder into the darkness of the graveyard. The iron gate creaked slightly as she clung to it, her knuckles white. I felt a shiver that had nothing to do with the cold. Something wasn't right about this scene.
I hesitated but took another step closer. Hey, are you okay? I called out, trying to keep my tone light and friendly. The girl slowly turned toward me, her eyes locking onto mine, and for a moment, she just stared. Then wordless, she flung herself at me, and her little arms went round my waist. Her fingers were ice cold, and she was shaking.
Please, help me, she whispered, the shake in her voice so bad it was barely audible. She kept looking back at the graveyard, her eyes wide with terror. I could feel my heart racing now. Something was very wrong. I pulled out my phone, fingers shaking as I dialed 911. It's alright, I told her. I'm calling the police. They'll help you.
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Chapter 7: What does the narrator encounter while camping in Idaho?
The only downside was the distance. With her living in America, I never saw her much. However, in January last year, I got permission from my company sergeant major to take leave for two weeks to visit her and her family at their home in America. After a long flight and an Uber, I finally had her in my arms.
She introduced me to her father, a tough-looking man who himself had served years before in the military. He had the typical jarhead look you stereotype from the movies. I was a little nervous but he set my nerves at ease when he shook my hand and expressed his love for me and his daughter's relationship saying that he saw me as part of his family.
Later that day, we sat in their backyard, drinking, eating, and talking about our pasts. Her father asked if I would like to join them on a hunting trip to their own private hunting ground, which had been a family tradition dating back generations. I agreed. The next day we set off in his truck and drove for a few hours until we reached a dense woodland they called Archer's Pass.
Once we had dismounted and grabbed our gear, we set off across the trail. We hiked for a couple of hours before taking a rest. It was beginning to get dark, and Jessica's dad said, We should set up camp and finish the hike at sunrise. That way, we should reach our private spot, and we'll end up deep enough that we won't be disturbed. We all agreed and set up a fire and the tents.
Jess asked if I would share a tent with her, and I looked at her father, waiting for a sign of disapproval, but he just chuckled and said, Don't look at me. So I agreed, and we set up her tent. Afterward, we cooked up some chicken wings and burgers, sang folk songs, danced and laughed. It was close to 11pm, so Jess and I decided to turn in.
We snuggled up together, and I fell asleep almost instantly, in the morning after breakfast and collapsing the camp we set off again despite it being sunrise the trees blocked out the sun like a wall allowing darkness to engulf the woodland i'm embarrassed to admit the number of branches i walked into much to jessica's amusement Within an hour we had made it close to the hunting spot.
That's when it all started. As we were walking through the brush, we came to a fallen tree that we would have to walk around. As I reached the tree, a scream made me stop in my tracks. The scream was human.
it took a few seconds for me to realize that it was a woman's scream help someone please help me oh god please each individual scream and shout was separated by seconds of silence until after the last call for help there was an eerie silence then a horrifying screech unlike anything i had ever heard in my life followed
to describe it in words it was like the roar of a lion mixed with the tone of a laughing hyena jessica's dad put his finger to his lips and motioned for us to get down the screams had completely stopped since the screech had pierced the woodland eerie silence took root Jess's dad looked around with his rifle, showing no reaction, telling me he saw nothing.
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Chapter 8: What terrifying realization does the narrator face at the end?
I blindly fired at points where I thought the creature would be, only to hear, K, help me, followed by the scream. I realized that in this situation, I had no chance of survival. Panic set in. Slowly, I began to look around. I saw where I originally came from and started moving towards it in a sprint, adrenaline pumping and heart racing.
I ran through shrubs, allowing the branches of trees to attack my body. I smashed my shoulder into a tree. Pain engulfed my shoulder, but I didn't care. I focused on survival, and adrenaline kept me running. Once I reached the overturned tree, I made contact with something solid. I felt it shift and shuffled away in panic before realizing it was Jess.
She was holding her head and slowly sitting up. "'Jesus, what's wrong with you?' she groaned." I quickly got back up, grabbed her arm and dragged her behind the log. I perched my rifle on it and began scanning my surroundings. Jess pulled on my arm. Hey, what happened? Where's my dad? Kay? What are you looking for? I placed my hand over her mouth and muttered, There's something out there.
It was chasing me. It tried to kill me. And it's still out there. We have to be quiet. of course she looked at me with confusion then anger not funny she snapped before standing up and beginning to walk in the direction i had come from i ran around the log and grabbed her arm no if you go that way you'll die i'm not kid i was interrupted by her father's voice Jess, where are you?
I quickly covered Jess's mouth and dragged her back behind the log. Do you trust me? I whispered to her. She studied my face for a while before nodding. That isn't your dad. It's some sort of creature. I saw it. If we make any sound, it'll kill us both. Jess! Jess! Where are you? came from our left. It sounded like her father at first, but broke into a raspy voice.
Seconds later, it was followed by the creature's screams. Jess went pale and whispered, What the hell is that? I didn't answer her as I scanned around. I still saw nothing, but I heard deep breathing and footsteps. Some were paired with the sound of breaking sticks, some weren't. It was getting closer. I knelt down to Jess. Her eyes were locked on mine. "'When I say go, you run back to the car.
Don't stop, no matter what you hear.' I followed my order with a kiss on her forehead. It was ice cold. She looked up and nodded before handing me a magazine for the rifle. I stood up and once again scanned my surroundings before looking at her and whispering, "'Go.'" She quickly turned and began running. Within moments, her figure was gone, hidden by the wall of branches and a mist of darkness.
I turned back to keep an eye out for the creature. I released the magazine from the rifle. I estimated that I had only one or two rounds remaining, plus the magazine in my pocket. I listened carefully for anything, yet nothing. No screams or footsteps exposed the creature. It had gone back into stealth. I waited for a few minutes, but it was no use.
Not a single sound pierced my ears until I heard Jess's scream from behind me. I believe the adrenaline induced a blackout because before I came to my senses, I was sprinting towards the scream. No matter how fast I ran, the scream was becoming quieter and quieter. as if it was outrunning me. I eventually stopped to catch my breath. Blood trickled from my head.
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