Scary stories

Contents

1. The Trespasser………………………………………….3
2. The Ghost of Oxford Milford Road…………………….5
3. Was it people or Was It Aliens…………………………7
4. The Ghost of La Parva Ski Resort…………………….10
5. The Ghost of Rest Haven……………………………...12
6. The Unheeded Warning……………………………….14
7. Tombstone Terror……………………………….…….16
8. The walking Dead……………………………………..18
9. Ghost Bro……………………………………………...19
10. Graveyard…………………………………….…......22
11. The shadow in the baby monitor……………………24
12. Highway of Hell…………………………………….26
13. The thing in my closet………………………………28

By
Sussmitha

1

The Trespasser

The path to my Uncle Frederick’s house lay through a small wood,
coiled between the trees like a snake hiding in a thicket. He had grown
up there and still lives there, he often likes to camp and tell scary stories
around the bonfire. He used to invite us to camp with but he stopped
ever since his best friend Arthur had accidently fell on his high voltage
electric fence around his property that was to keep trespasser and
animals out and electrocuted to death, right in front of his eyes.

I feel quite sorry for him though, Arthur was his kindred
spirt and a good person. He grieved for quite a long time and I know
how hurtful it is too loose a loved one.

But surprisingly he invited us again for an overnight camp,
our mother drove us there, the journey seemed to take forever through
the coiled path. Recalling what the place would look like, I fell asleep,
hours later I heard someone calling out my name, it was my mother.
They have already set everything up, we sat around the bonfire and our
parents and Uncle Fred were spilling family tea. Minutes later my little
brother ask my uncle for a campfire story so he begin:

As a teenager I would often invite my friends over for the
night for the night and have a bonfire in a small clearing. One night, we

decided to play hide and seek in the woods. Four of them would go hide,
one would search, and whoever wasn’t found would win some small
prize. If you were found, but managed to run back to camp without
getting tagged, you went to the next round.

Me and the others run into the woods with no flashlights,
because the moon was full and we can see just enough to not fall on our
faces. I went pretty far back, climbed up a tree to hide, and waited in the
dark. I heard a few distant shouts now and then as people were
presumably found but I wasn’t.

After not hearing anything for a long time, I figured the
game is over and I won, so I climbed down from his tree. Just then I
heard footsteps a little further back in the woods. I took off running
towards to camp to avoid being tagged, he can hear a guy chasing after
him, We’re both sprinting in the dark, jumping over downed trees and
nearly falling. When I could see the bonfire through the trees, the other
guy suddenly slowed down, then stopped.

When I came out of the woods, all four of my friends
were sitting around the fire waiting for me. Being country kids, we
grabbed whatever weapons and flashlight were at hand and went looking
for the trespasser, but never found anything. Then we pretty much
stopped hanging out in the woods at night after that. Till now we never
knew who or what that was.

Based on a true story

2

The Ghost of Oxford Milford Road

When Brad Culp was a student at Miami University in Oxford, Ohio,
there was a rumor that the town was one of the most haunted places in
America. When Culp started an on-campus magazine, he couldn’t wait
to write about several of the area’s most famous phantoms. Not long
after his story published, though, he kept finding himself thinking about
one ghost in particular—the ghost of Oxford Milford Road.

As the story goes, many decades ago, probably sometime in
the 1940s, there was a young man courting a young woman in a rural
part of town. Because the woman’s parents didn’t approve of the match,
each night he visited under the cover of darkness. After her parents went
to bed, the young woman would sneak out of her farmhouse and flash
the lights of her parent’s car three times. Then her young suitor would
ride his motorcycle down the road.

“One night he took the turn right before her house a little
too sharp,” says Culp. The motorcycle went one way; he went the other.
His injuries were so severe that he did not survive. Rumor has it,
however, that his love-struck ghost still haunts this stretch of Milford
Road.

Curious, Culp, his girlfriend (now his wife), and a friend
decided to head out there one night to see if they could verify the tale.
His girlfriend was worried she’d be completely freaked out. “She
believes more in that stuff than I do,” Culp says. But he was mostly
concerned that his suspicions—that none of this was actually true—
would be confirmed. On this particular night, as Culp passed the
abandoned farm, an idea came to him, and he pitched it to his girlfriend
(how could she not say yes?). Though reluctant, she relented, and Culp
turned a short way into the farmhouse driveway.

He killed the engine and flashed his lights three times. “No
joke, there was a single headlight that appeared three-quarters of a mile
down the road,” Culp says. “You saw it start to come, going pretty slow.
It kept coming and coming. My wife was freaking out. It was coming
closer and closer.” As a collision seemed imminent, Culp turned on his
car’s lights. He expected to see a kid on a bike, bailing out from his
prank now that he’d been caught. “But there’s nothing there. The light is
just gone,” he says.

They got out of the car. They walked around, trying to
figure out what it was they could have seen. “To this day, we still talk
about it. I saw something I cannot explain,” he says. If you get him and
his wife around a campfire, they’ll swear up and down that the story is
true. And if you’re ever in Oxford, Ohio, consider parking for just a few
minutes on Oxford Milford Road at night to test your own nerve.

Based on a true story

3

Was It People or Was It Aliens?

Doug Averill grew up as one of eight boys on his parents’ sprawling
dude ranch, the Flathead Lake Lodge, in rural Montana. As a teen, the
Averill boys ran wild. “We rode around as a little gang of cowboys,” he
remembers. They’d saddle up and head off to check cattle on the three
giant tracts of land the family managed, which formed a triangle around
some of the state’s most remote rangelands.

One summer in the 1960s, the brothers came across a
ghastly sight. There, on the ground, were three dead cows neatly
arranged in a circle. No obvious wounds were visible, but their
reproductive organs had been removed. “But there was never any blood.
It was almost surgical removal,” Averill remembers.

During this decade, America was obsessed with aliens, and
write-ups in the local newspapers posited that perhaps this was the work
of extraterrestrials. People mused that aliens had taken the reproductive
organs for testing. But one day, Averill and his friends came across a
lance in their path. Attached to it was a cryptic note with a threatening
message. “That’s when we thought, It’s gotta be people doing this,” he
says.

Then things got really strange. Over the next few days, a

series of odd events unfolded. First, the brothers stopped in at a local bar

to grab a hamburger, leaving their horses in the back of a stock truck.

The horses were packed in tightly, and the Averills were only gone for a

few minutes. When they came back, the horse packed into the middle of
the truck was mysteriously out—with no signs of a struggle. “We had no

idea how they possibly could have gotten that horse unloaded without
unloading all the others,” he says.

The next day, a new wrangler on the ranch fell off his
horse and was badly injured. They’d all been riding together, but not a
single other member of the crew saw the accident. “It was the weirdest
thing,” Averill says. The man’s injuries were so severe that he was left

permanently disabled.

Finally, the last terrible thing happened. An old camp

cook drove out to meet the brothers and ride for a day. But when he

arrived, the tailgate on his stock truck had somehow gone missing, even
though it had been there when he’d loaded up. His horse, Betsy, had

fallen out of the truck and been dragged behind the vehicle for who
knows how long. They had to put her down on the spot. “To be honest, it

just killed him to see what had happened to Betsy. We probably should
have put him down, too,” remembers Averill. “Those three events were
just boom, boom, boom—three things in a row that were so weird all
tied together, because they were right after we saw that spear,” he

remembers. Three things: like the three dead cows left in a circle.

Averill used to tell the stories from that summer around
the campfire quite a lot. But over the years, he’s gotten new stories, and
so they’ve been shifted out of rotation. Besides, they’re awfully grim.

But he recently got a call about a downed bull, a buffalo. It was out in
one of the most remote parts of his ranch. “A neighbor had seen a pack
of 16 wolves, and normally, wolves don’t bother buffalo, but 16 of
them? I thought, Well, maybe.”

He went to investigate. There, lying in a snow-covered
field, was the bull. But there were no bullet holes or teeth marks or
gashes on its corpse. Even stranger, scavenging animals and birds hadn’t
touched it. “Not even the buzzards, which is really unusual,” he says.
One other thing was amiss: its reproductive organs were gone. And there
wasn’t a single footprint in the snow around it—or anywhere along the
mile-long walk into the ranch from the nearest road.

Ask Averill whether he thinks he’s dealing with aliens or
humans, and he’ll tell you he’s pretty sure it’s humans. “But I’d rather it
was aliens,” he adds. After that summer back in the sixties, seeing what
humans were capable of, he’d pick aliens any day.

Based on a true story

4

The Ghost of La Parva Ski Resort

Throughout Latin America, you’ll hear variations of the story of La
Llorona, or the wailing woman. Sometimes she’s lost her husband.
Sometimes she’s lost her children. Sometimes it’s both. But in La Parva,
a ski spot in the Chilean Andes, the wailing woman is named Lola, and
everyone in the area swears they knew her before she died. “A local
restaurant owner said he dated her,” pro skier Drew Tabke says, adding
that the ski patroller he heard the story from pointed at the exact hut
where this tale takes place.

The story starts on a nice day in peak ski season. Lola and
her young son planned to spend the day on the slopes. “As can happen in
the Andes, a thick fog rose up from the valley, which often precedes the
arrival of a real storm. The clouds enveloped the two as they were
making their way down from the top of the mountain, and they lost
contact with one another,” Tabke says.

Desperate to find her son, Lola began screaming his name
as she ran through the thick fog. Unable to see clearly, though, she
stumbled down a steep slope and began sliding toward a rocky couloir.

“By chance, a local lift operator who was returning to his
cabin came across her body. He was afraid she was dead, but on closer
inspection, he found she was still alive, just barely,” Tabke says. Her

body was covered in lacerations from sharp rocks, and the only word she
said—in the faintest whisper—was her son’s name.

The lift operator worked to carefully pull her body to his
cabin, which was just up the hill. He bandaged her cuts as best he could
and then ran to fetch the doctor. Together the doctor and lift operator
made their way back to his hut, the fog hanging thickly in the air. When
they arrived, though, the bed was empty. Just the bloody sheets
remained.

“Neither the woman nor her son were ever found,” Tabke
says. But locals report hearing her wail for her child whenever they’re
near that lift operator’s cabin.

And here’s the thing: Tabke does not believe in ghosts.
Something, however, changes when he arrives in Chile each winter.
Maybe it’s the fact that, from La Parva, you can see up to Cerro el
Plomo, an Incan child-sacrifice site. Maybe it’s because Tabke has
simply read so many magical realism books by authors like Juan Rulfo
and Gabriel García Márquez. But sitting alone in his cabin in the Andes,
with the wind whipping and the candles flickering, he swears that every
now and then he just can’t tell if what he’s hearing is a woman or the
wind.

Based on a true story

5

The Ghost of Rest Haven

Aunt Lacy loved taking her niece, Felicity, on day trips. One of their
favorite destinations was the beach. One summer day the air was
particularly refreshing and the water a perfect temperature for wading.
Aunt Lacy and Felicity became enamored with the little creatures they
were finding in the tide pools, and all at once realized that not only was
the sun setting, but it looked as if a very bad thunderstorm was coming.
They quickly got in the car to head home.

The storm was worse than Lacy had thought and she was
afraid to keep driving. She decided to pull off the road until the storm
passed, but just as she was about to do so, Felicity declared, “Look!
There’s a place we can stay.”

Sure enough, Lacy saw a sign on a large house, “Rest
Haven – Rooms for Rent – Day, Week, Month.” Feeling relieved, Lacy
pulled in, parked, and they both ran to the porch as quickly as possible.
A white-haired woman answered the door before they could even knock.
She said, “I have been expecting you.”

Although this seemed odd to Lacy, the woman had a
pleasant smile, so she pushed her feeling of unease to the back of her
mind and smiled back. The old woman gave them a hot meal and
showed them to a warm, cozy room. The furniture was old and worn, but
clean.

When they awoke in the morning, they were eager to head
home. There was no cell phone reception at the old house and Lacy was
sure Felicity’s mom must be frantic with worry. They wanted to thank
the proprietor, but she was nowhere to be found. They left a note taped
to the door-jam with some money for their stay and left.

A few miles down the road, Aunt Lacy’s phone beeped,
indicating she had a message or call. She stopped at a country gas station
to call Felicity’s mom and tell her they were on their way and okay.
Lacy decided to fill her tank and buy some drinks. While paying for the
gas and drinks, she made conversation with the attendant, telling him
about their enjoyable stay at Rest Haven. Looking surprised, the man
told Lacy and Felicity that the home had burned down years ago, killing
the owner.

They could not believe what they had been told, so headed
back to see. There was no house, but on the ground, lay their note and
the money.

6

The Unheeded Warning

A young lady was driving home after a long vacation. Sometime after
midnight, a very heavy storm begins as she notices she is almost out of
gas. She sees a sign for a gas station and convenience store and pulls off
the interstate to fill her tank. The place is obviously open, but deserted,
run-down, and old. She almost drives on, but concerned she might run
out of gas, decides to stop and just get gas. As she pulls in, a tall man
with a badly scarred face comes running through the rain. He pumps her
gas and the girl rolls her window down just enough to hand him her
credit card. He grabs it and runs back inside.

The scarred man comes back, tells her she will have to
come inside, because her card was denied, and hurries back inside
without allowing her to respond. She really doesn’t want to go inside
and considers driving off without paying. However, she decides to go in
very quickly, take care of the bill, and leave as soon as possible.

When she gets inside, the man grabs her arm and tries to
talk to her. His voice is rough and difficult to understand and she thinks
he may have had his voice damaged in whatever accident scarred his
face. The man gets increasingly excited and the young girl becomes
more frantic. She finally wrests herself from his grip and runs back to
her car, leaving the station as quickly as possible. She sees the old man

through her back window yelling and gesturing her to come back, but
she keeps driving.

She turns on the radio to help her relax and sees
something move behind her. She looks in the rear-view mirror, just as a
man appears in the back seat holding an ax. That is the last thing she
sees in this life. The scarred man at the gas station had been trying to
warn her.

7
Tombstone Terror

Alan and Matt were ghost hunters. They would visit old cemeteries and
see if they could stir up a spirit from an old tombstone. They set up their
recorder on a particularly large and ornate headstone and prepared to
begin. They were afraid to shine their flashlights on the stone to see the
name engraved there, as trespassing in the cemetery at night was illegal.
They had crawled over the fence at the rear of the cemetery to avoid the
caretaker.

Matt flipped the on button on the recorder and said aloud,
“We would like to speak to whoever lies beneath this stone.” In
response, all they heard was the scratching noise that seemed to come
from behind the tombstone.

With a calm voice Alan said, “Please tell us your name.”

Again, the only response was a scratching noise, so Matt said, “We only
wish to speak with you. Please show yourself.”

Suddenly, both young men felt the air turn cold, and a tall,
dark shadow rose from behind the tombstone. The shadow moved to

engulf them. Alan and Matt had many encounters with spirits, and were
not afraid. Too, late, they both realized the apparition meant them harm.
The shadow swept down, engulfing them, and pulled them into the
ground beneath the tombstone.

The next morning, the caretaker of the cemetery found the
recorder on the ground by the tombstone. He turned it on, and after each
question, he heard the following response:

“Yes…I am here.”

“My name is never spoken by the living.”

“If I show myself, it will be the last thing you will ever see.”

“I got you both!”

The caretaker quietly picked up the recorder. Knowing he
had the only evidence that someone had been in the cemetery and by that
tombstone, he went to his tool shed and tossed the recorder into a pile
with many others.

8

The Walking Dead

I'm a psychiatric nurse and early in my career, I worked at a residential
mental health facility. One of our residents was an elective mute, which
means that he didn't/wouldn't/couldn't talk, but there were no medical
reasons as to why. He had spoken earlier in his life and in fact seemed
quite normal back then, with the exception of being close to seven feet
tall. He'd been raised in the Deep South and joined the military when he
was 19, but one night he vanished. He was declared AWOL, and
eventually he was declared missing and dead.

Ten years later, a seven-foot tall man walked into a VA
Hospital emergency room in my part of the Midwest and said to the
receptionist: "My name is Marion Duchene (not the real name), and I've
been dead for ten years."

Those were the last words he ever spoke.

He was covered with dust, and he was wearing the same
clothes he'd been reported to be wearing the night he vanished. His
social security number had not been used and he had no identification on
his person. However, they were able to identify him, I guess via
fingerprints. The family was notified but they said they had already

grieved their lost man and that whomever was claiming to be him simply
could not be. They demanded not to be contacted again.

Marion paced all day every day, moving his mouth that
looked like talking or muttering, but no sound came out. He had an
unnerving habit of throwing his head back with his mouth wide open as
if he were laughing heartily, but not even a breath could be heard. If I
talked to him, he appeared to listen, periodically throwing his head back
in that laughter-mimicking way of his.

Various medications were tried, but they did not affect him
either positively or negatively. Occupational therapy did nothing
because Marion would just grin and unless told to stay put, he'd get up
and start pacing again.

On my last day at that job, the last thing I saw was Marion,
pacing in the parking lot, throwing his head back to "laugh." Later I
wondered if all along I'd been dealing with a ghost. All these years later,
I still don't know.

9

Ghost Bro

My house was built in 1904. It is a single family home, wood frame
setting on a concrete block foundation. I have been living here for about
12 years. Of all the weird things that my siblings and me have seen or
heard in this house this one event is my favorite. This happened to my
brother. About ten years ago my brother and his best friends had started
a garage band playing mostly "Spanish rock," alternative music but in
Spanish. His friends could only get together on Sunday afternoons. They
would practice into the early evening, and they would usually call it
quits by 8 pm. This was the time I usually showed up and went to bed,
because I worked the graveyard shift.

This happened in late fall, so the days were getting shorter,
they had just finished a long session when the decision to head to
someone else house came about. My brother handed his car keys to his
buddy so they could load up the equipment. Everyone had filed out of
the basement, but the tricky part was that they needed to walk all the
way to the back of the basement, up the back stairs, through the kitchen
doorway, down the hall into the living room and out into the front porch.
Everyone was outside sitting in my brother's truck waiting for him. My
brother was walking up the back stairs when he remembered that he had
left his pancakes in a to go container sitting on a speaker in the
basement. He made the decision to go back. Now the basement is not
clean, with full sight lines, there had been partitions made, and the boiler
and main heating unit are right smack in the middle. So after my brother

walks back, he is about to retrieve his food container, when out of the
corner of his eye he sees it.

It is a shadowy figure, right at his peripheral vision, this
feeling of dread and uneasiness washed over my brother. We had been
taught that if you are in the presence of a spirit or ghost and you felt a
bad vibe, to say quick prayer or to cuss at it. My brother chose the latter,
he basically just told it "hey fuck you, I don't have time for this shit".

My brother started to walk to the back of the basement and
briskly up the stairs, closing doors and turning off lights as he was
walking out. The last light switch is on the opposite side of the front
door...luckily the door was open and the light from the street lamp was
flooding the living room with its amber light. My brother said he felt
something at his back, but at no point did he turn around. As he flicked
the last switch the living room went dark, as did rest of the house. As he
stepped out he pulled on the door closing it behind him, still holding his
food container in one hand he jogged down the few porch steps. He
walked towards the front gate...our house resides far from the main
street, essentially having a large front yard but no rear garage. As he
closed the gap between himself and his friend-laden truck he kind of
smiled and thought things over in his head, mad at himself for spooking
out when there was no reason.

He climbed into the driver’s side of the truck, putting on his
seat belt and getting ready to pull out of the parking spot directly in front
of the house, when one of his friends asked " Hey wait what about your
brother, isn't he coming with us?" My brother answered, "What do you
mean? He went to work early tonight, he is already gone, do you see his
car anywhere?"

The next question they asked "So then who was walking behind you
when you were leaving the house? "

10

Graveyard

I was leaning against the kitchen table watching her watch current
reports of the serial killer in our neighborhood, “I wonder who he is, if it
wasn’t for him we wouldn’t have to be in lockdown.” She said. Then
turned back at me and we both started laughing, “Thanks for helping me
kill him, I knew a friend like you would come in handy!” “Your
welcome.” I said with a deep voice “I can’t believe they still think we’re
the ones who killed the others before, might as well just charge this for
him.” She laughed it off and continued watching the news not knowing
she’s was the next victim of “HER”, me.

She thought I would actually let her get away with it, she
murdered my one true love and she’ll pay for it. “Hey do you wanna go
to get more blood with me to paint more white roses.” that’s became her
new hobby. We paint white roses red each shade from a different person
head, that’s what she doesn’t know. She’s been thinking that the blood
she’s painting with is his blood, but I already ran out of his blood. I’ve
been using the others blood; she did think it was fishy that the shade was
a bit different.

“Sure” then she looked at oddly and said “Um…wouldn’t there
be any creature, wouldn’t we disturb it at night.” The only thing you’ll
be disturbing are the dead spirits. “No, there’s nothing in there.” She
stood up walked out to the backyard which leads to the forest.

I quietly grabbed the knife and hid it behind my back, following behind
her. We walked quietly through the forest as we reach near the river, she
screamed for help, she found out, she ran across the graveyard of all my

victims. I lifted out my knife “You’ve nowhere to run dear.” I pierced
my knife through her stomach, stabbing her “This is what you get.” I

was drenched in blood. I dragged her body to the river, her screams were
music to my ears and slowly started to fade away. I threw her body into
the river and watched as floated away. But before that I grabbed a small
knife out and carved my signature. Hello friend

11

The shadow in the baby monitor

A few summers ago I accompanied my brother, his wife and their baby
daughter to North Carolina's Outer Banks, where we spent 11 days at
our friend Rob's palatial beachfront house. Rob's family originally built
the place -- with four stories, seven bedrooms, an elevator, three deck
levels and a large pool -- to rent it out to vacationers. It's an incredible
place.

To give my brother and his wife a break one night, I offered to
babysit their one-year-old daughter while they went out for a date night.

They took me up on the offer and, after putting my niece to bed
and making sure the baby monitor was on, I went outside and hung out
with Rob (our host), drinking a few beers and reminiscing on old times.

I kept my eye on the baby monitor as we talked, and after an
hour or two I saw a shaft of light from the bedroom door and a silhouette
-- it could only be Rob's mother -- approach the crib.

The figure bent over, reached into the crib and stroked my
niece's head. I heard my niece gurgle and laugh.

Then the monitor went snowy with static for a moment and
when the static abated, the door was closed and my niece was once again
sleeping in the dark bedroom.

A minute later, Rob's mom came downstairs to say goodnight.

"How's my niece doing in there?" I asked.

She gave me a blank look.

"Isn't she sleeping?" she asked.

"You mean you didn't..." I swallowed. "You didn't just check on her?"

Rob's mom shook her head. "I wouldn't risk waking her up."

I jumped up, bolted inside and ran up the stairs in a blur,
terrified that someone -- a creep, a baby snatcher -- could be inside that
bedroom with my niece.

But when I opened the door, there was nothing in the room
besides shadows and my niece, snoozing contentedly in her crib.

What did I see on the baby monitor that night? Had someone
been inside the room? Did I really see the silhouette of a human figure?
Did the signals get crossed with another monitor in the neighborhood?

Or was it something else entirely?

12

Highway of Hell

In 2020 right before everything was starting to shut down, back when
covid was just a joke my father took my brother and I to Universal
Studios California. We live on the Oregon coast so we had to drive 2
hours to PDX airport, this meant leaving ridiculously early (4 am) to get
there on time. If you know anything about Oregon winters you know it
was freezing, pouring, and all around just not something you'd like to be
out in. Well not even 15-20 minutes into the drive we get to the top of
Neahkahnie Mountain, its foggy and wet and we're the only ones on the
road, my dad is going 60 in a 55 and all is good. Out of nowhere we see
a man garbed from head to toe in very heavy duty rain gear, I’m talking
the thick construction grade stuff, neon orange jacket with reflective
material, neon green pants thick rain boots and a massive duffel bag to
his side! He is standing in the middle of the road facing away from us,
still as a statue and my dad swerves to miss him we come to a stop and
realize the guy didn't even flinch!! He steps on it and immediately calls
the cops letting them know someone is either heavily drugged up at the
top of the mountain or someone put up a decoy for malicious purposes.
They thank him and we never hear back, the trip ends up going well
after that but it crosses my mind from time to time so here it is!

An interesting perspective on this and one that still sends
shivers down my spine is the road this takes place on (highway 101,
Nehalem to Cannon Beach) is supposedly the most haunted place in
Oregon because of the Bandage Man. The story goes that he fell into an
old mill but later died due to his injuries, you can sense his presence by
the smell of rotten flesh and usually see two glowing yellow eyes in your
mirrors if he gets in your car. He usually only attacks couples and will
always leave behind some rotten bandages, kinda like his calling card. I
have no idea if this story is related to him but it still creeps me out to
think about.

13

The thing in my closet

Hi my name is Sam and I’m in the mental asylum let me tell you how I
got here it all started 5 months ago when my family moved into a house
in the suburbs in the middle I have 2 sisters and I’m the only boy in the
family anyway it all started when my parents had to when to a party 23
minutes away it’s was around 9:00pm when we all had school in the
morning my bedroom was down the hall to the right I had huge room
and big closet I felt uneasy when it was open I got scared a little bit but
at the same time I didn’t think of it much so I crawled into bed and went
to sleep.

At 2:00am I was woken by a dropping noise it was as totally
unexpected but before I decided to close my eyes I saw the closest door
half open I could see a shadow growing larger and larger that was
enough to freak me out I went to parents room and complained to them
about the thing in my closet my dad went in and checked but he said
there was nothing there and he dismissed me back to bed I was really
horrified and I couldn’t sleep that night it wasn’t till 4:00am I went to
bed that morning when I woke up I found my dog messily decapitated I
was crying so loud that it alerted my parents and I heard hard heavy
footsteps running up the steps my door busted open by my dad when
stared his horrific eyes at the gruesome site my dog was corpse was

laying there in massive pool of blood the smell was unbearable I didn’t
feel like going to school so my parents let me stay at home for a week.

At night while I was up reading my book until I heard the noise
again I was so shaking in my bed I couldn’t scream the creature in my
closet look dead at me and put long rotting finger over his mouth telling
me shush I don’t know why but I hesitantly obeyed it wasn’t until a few
minutes until he crept back into the darkness in my closet suddenly I felt
cold sensation that made me pass out. It wasn’t until midnight I feel
asleep and when I woke up at 3:00 am that horrible smell filled the
empty rooms as soon as I got up I saw a trail of blood leading down the
hall I was only a few steps to my door until I heard a loud booming
sound coming from my room the creature had ripped off the closet door
and threw it against the wall it looked like a giant monster from it had
long arms and long neck it bend down on all fours and drags the corpse
of my parents and sisters away I had fainted at the site of and started
screaming monster in my sleep I was screamed so loud my neighbors
called the police the creature had jumped out the window over me and
crashed through the window and landed on the ground.

That was then I found by the cops and called an ambulance the
came and assigned me to mental asylum for a year it’s been 5 months
since I’ve been here I get out in 2 more months but if I listen carefully I
can hear the distinct sound of my closet door opening it was the creature
again the room suddenly grew cold and I feel asleep. When I woke up I
heard screams of a nurse but she was silenced by the creature it took the
nurses body and crashed out of the window I finally had the courage to
get up and look and well I was horrified all the doctors, nurses and
patients we’re all decapitated and the creature was so where to be found
so here I am all alone in the alyssum idk how am I gonna survive 2
months staying but I’ll make the best of it.

Based on a true story