True Scary Halloween Stories 2025

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on on Halloween night.
Whispers crawl through brittle leaves, Shadows stretch and twist like thieves.
Moonlight drips on hollow ground. Something stirs without a sound.

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If you feel a cold breath near, run it followed
you here, Hey gang, Happy Halloween special. Thanks to those
who submitted a story for this year's Halloween Extravaganza. Much appreciated.

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Before we get into the stories real quick, some of
these stories are a little graphic and there are plenty
of triggers, so consider this your trigger warning. Now, sit back, relax,
and enjoy Happy Halloween everyone. The box submitted by four

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tran libs. When I was a kid growing up, I
lived in a fairly typical suburb of a medium sized city.
We lived in a cul de sac with a number
of streets surrounding us, so there were always lots of kids,
a lot of street hockey, a lot of street football,
and just a very good group of parents and kids.

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Everyone seemed to get along and we always had great
times around the holidays, especially Halloween. I in particular, had
four guys that I hung out with all the time.
We grew up together, We went to school, together, and
most of us appeared in one another's weddings over the years.

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This story took place in nineteen ninety seven. We were
sophomores in high school and kind of out of the
trick or treating phase, but we were still into plenty
of scares and a little bit of mischief. There was
a haunted house not too far from our neighborhood, kind
of on the outskirts of town. It had been built
in the eighteen eighties, as opposed to the development that

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I lived in that was built in the mid nineteen eighties.
There were so many stories about what had happened out
there at that house, from murders to an illegal bootlegging operation,
but everything was kind of foggy as to what really
happened there. The truth is, I think it was an
old farmhouse that fell by the wayside when farming left
our community. I probably should do some history on it,

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but that has nothing to do with my story. People
who ventured out there told all kinds of tales of
ghosts walking on the grounds, ghosts appearing in the windows.
You name it, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts. So my friends decided
on Halloween Night in nineteen ninety seven, that we had
to go out there and poke around a little bit

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and maybe see some of those ghosts. Ghosts ghosts. We
all knew that it was really off limits to go there.
The police would arrest us if they caught us there,
and etc. Etc. But we were determined to find out
if anything scary really was going on out there, because
if anything scary was there, why wouldn't it show up

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on Halloween? We figured that would be prime time for
any ghosts or whatever. Most of us had been out
there at least once or twice. Almost always. The windows
were boarded up and the doors were too to keep
people out, so it wasn't like people were constantly coming
and going inside and out. But this time we were
determined to get inside. None of us had ever seen

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the inside of it. Quick note here, you don't hear
a lot of these warnings on Rbek's stories, but you've
really got to be careful when you go into an
old building. I mean, I suppose it goes without saying
how dangerous it can be in rotten wood, rotten floors,
rotten staircases. You can get into a world of hurt
real quick if you're not careful. Off we went the

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four of us ready to get into something crazy and hopefully,
from our point of view, a little scary. It didn't
take long for us to walk out there, and a
couple of people did give us the side eye as
we were walking in the direction of the house. I mean,
if they saw us, they knew full well what we
were going to do. Not like everyone spotted us, and

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we thought we'd be able to get away with it
without anyone calling the cops. It was dark, probably around
ten thirty, and it was a little chilly. I'm not
gonna lie, it was pretty scary heading out there. When
we got up to the house itself, we had to
walk through a bit of a field from the road,
as the old gravel driveway had long since grown over.

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As we walked up, the house loomed ominously in front
of us, and we all held on to our flashlights,
whispering and talking about what we might find. We poked
around outside and walked the entire perimeter of the house,
and we didn't really find anything except the boarded up
windows and doors. But we noticed there was a storm
cellar that didn't look boarded over, but it did look

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like it was locked, not with the padlock just the
kind of lock on a handle. We walked up to
it and my friend Toby kicked at it and then said, hey,
wait a second, and he reached down and opened it.
The door swung upward without a problem. We shone our
flashlights down the stairs to another door that would give

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us access to the basement. We all looked at each
other and said, well, this is it. We're here. Do
we go for it. We took a vote and we
all decided, oh, yes. Toby went first and checked the
other door and then turned around and said, guys, it's open.
We all followed him down and went into the dark,

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stinky basement. And I don't mean stinky just as basements
are musty in general. But everything reeked down there. It
smelled like old vegetation and just the damp earth. It
didn't have proper walls, It had earthen walls, and there
wasn't much to see in the main room that we
had gotten into. There were some old shelves along the

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walls that looked like they were a mix of mortar
and dirt. We looked around to see if there was
a staircase to go up to the first floor, but
there wasn't. One, so unless we went back outside and
there was no way we were getting up into the
other floors from the basement. Then my other friend Chris said, hey,
you guys, there's a room back here. There's something in it.

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So we followed his voice and being careful not to
trip on bricks and other garbage that was on the
floor of the basement, we went into the room and
we shone our light on what looked like a long
pine box. And I want to stress it was not
a coffin. It was a big box on a pretty
heavy duty old wooden table. Toby went closer to it
and said, man, this is weird. Check this out. There

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was some writing that looked like it had been wood
burned into it, but we couldn't tell what it said.
There was a hinged top on it, and of course
we had to take a peek inside if we could
open it. We checked around for locks and there weren't any,
so we reached over and everyone kind of pushed it up,
and the top was very heavy. When it flopped open,

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we were in for a surprise, and a creepy one
at that. Inside the box, it was set up like
a coffin, but it wasn't really a coffin. It was
just a box. There were piles of dust and other
things in there, which kind of looked like ashes when
someone's been cremated, but there were the silk line, pillows
and other regular effects that go into a casket. We

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kind of just looked at it for a minute until
Toby pointed something out strange. He said, guys, look at this.
On the inside of the lid were deep scratch marks
and what looked like brown's stains in the scratch marks.
We also noticed that there were brown stains in the
inside of the box too. We looked at each other

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and said, ah, this is really weird, and Chris spoke up,
Oh my god, I think I know what happened here.
We looked at him with our flashlights, and he said,
take a better look. These scratches looked like fingernail marks.
We all looked closer, and he was right. They were

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fingernail marks, and those brown spots definitely dry blood. Someone
had either been locked in this box or buried in
it and alive at that and we couldn't believe it.
We were asking for something creepy and we got something
creepy as hell. We looked at each other and Toby said,

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do you guys even want to go upstairs to see
what else is going on here? Everyone decided no, this
box was enough for us. We didn't see any ghosts,
we didn't hear any ghosts. We just found this really
weird box with those marks. So we left the basement
with the knowledge that we had just seen someone's personal
tomb that they had obviously died in and tried to

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claw their way out beforehand. We didn't bother closing the lid.
We just got out of the basement and quickly made
the walk back home. We didn't tell our parents about
what we found, but it was told around us friends
a whole lot. We didn't go back out there for months,
and finally in the spring we decided to go back

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and check on things again. And this is the really
strange part. When we did go back exploring around March
or so, the box was no longer there. It had
simply vanished. We had no idea where we went. I mean,
who would have known to go in and remove that
if they had known we went out there? But somebody

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sure did No one see us? Was someone aware of
what we found out? I guess we'll never know. The
mystery will die out there, and that house was torn
down about ten years ago. Very creepy, indeed in a
really weird way to spend a Halloween night home alone

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on Halloween by anonymous. Halloween has unfortunately never been a
big deal out here in Scotland, and that's always bummed
me out because I love Halloween. But after this year,
I think I'll be happy never to celebrate it again.
My street in the next street over have a lot

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of young kids who go out trick or treating, So
while I was out shopping all day with my mom,
we decided to pick up some sweets in case anyone
came to our door. I had plans to go to
the cinema to see with my boyfriend, so when I
got home, I was getting myself ready to go out
and my mom was busy putting the shopping away. So
when the first load of kids came to the door,

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I was the one who had to answer it. There
were children from our street and the next one over,
and some I couldn't recognize as well as an adult
at the end of the path. I guessed either a
father or an older brother by their size, and they
were dressed all in black and had some sort of
mass covering their face, but it wasn't anything I recognized
from a movie or anything. Anyway. The kids all told

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me their jokes, and I gave them their treats, and
they made their way back down the path and onto
the next house. I was about to close the door
when I noticed that the guy with the kids was
still standing at the end of my path. He hadn't noticed,
and he wasn't watching the children either. He was looking
right at me, and my skin started to crawl when

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I realized that he was just there staring at me.
I backed slowly into my house and watched him as
he raised his hand and waved very slowly at me,
and I was about to call out to him when
my mom came to the door to make sure I
was all right, and then he took off in the
opposite way from the children. He hadn't been with them

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at all, and he left as soon as he realized
I wasn't home alone. I was completely freaked out and
told my boyfriend all about it when he came to
the house to pick me up, but I quickly forgot
all about it. While we were watching the movie. I
finally got home when it was getting really late and
trick or treating was well and truly over. When I

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got inside, my mom was just getting ready to take
the dogs out for a walk so that they could
do their last minute business and they would meet my
dad on his way home from work. So for a
little while, I was going to be home alone. Now,
after my horrible experience earlier, I didn't really like the
idea of being home alone, and it was all made

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worse on Halloween. So anyway, there I was alone. I
grabbed some snacks and went to my bedroom and onto
my computer so that I could do some of my writing,
scroll through Tumblr, and listen to music. A while before this,
we had a creepy encounter with some guys that came
into our backyard and house, so my dad bought a

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motion censored light and attached it to the wall of
our house, right outside my window. Normally, it would go
off whenever a cat walked along our fence, but it
would usually turn off after a couple of minutes. I
always knew when the light had come on because it
lit up my whole room given where it was placed,
and while I was sitting at my computer, the light

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came on, and I ignored it it first because I
knew it would go off after five minutes or so.
But after five minutes it still hadn't turned off, so
I opened my blinds to have a look outside and
see what was going on. My stomach almost fell out
of my ass when I looked out and saw the

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creep from hours before, sitting on the fence waving at
my window to keep the light on. His waving slowed
down suddenly when he spotted me, and it was all
seriously creepy again. I didn't know what to do. I
got flashbacks from before, and then luckily I heard the

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front door open and my parents come into the house
with the dogs, so I rushed down the stairs and
started screaming at them about the guy on the fence.
My dad didn't question me. He just took the dog
and rushed through the house to the back door, opened it,
and ran outside. And then I heard him shouting, get
the fuck out of here, you creep. I'm going to

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call the police now. That scared him off, and I
convinced my dad to not call the police because I
didn't want to really relive the whole thing again. I
just wanted to go to sleep and forget about the
whole night completely maniac clown. Submitted by Ariel. It was

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about a year ago that my husband and I bought
our new home in a really nice subdivision. It was
the type of neighborhood that made you feel safe and warm,
where the neighbors greeted you when you came home with
a wave and a smile, or beeped at you as
you walked down the street or drove by. It had
a sense of belonging. The children were plentiful, and everyone

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had their Halloween decorations up weeks in advance. On the
early afternoon of Halloween, I began to feel nauseous at work.
I was in my early weeks of pregnancy, and my
boss thought it was best to take the rest of
the day off to go home and get a little
rest before the trigger treats were coming out. Upon my
arrival at our new house, I saw a grown man

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dressed as a clown walking through my subdivision and randomly
waving at cars, well at least my car, because there
weren't any other cars on my block at that time.
As I approached my driveway, I could see the clown
down the street walking in my direction. I didn't give
it too much thought, because, after all, it was Halloween.

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I thought possibly he was just going to a friend's
house to entertain the children. Unfortunately, as I looked around,
nobody was home around my neighborhood. My neighborhood had mostly
young couples with small children, and at the price of
the homes, it pretty much demanded that both husband and
wife work. As I pulled into my driveway, I entered

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through the garage and immediately shut the door. When I
entered my house, I had a bag of a few
grocery items I had picked up, and I set them
on the kitchen table with my phone. As I was
doing this, I heard the doorbell ring. I approached the door,
and I knew it couldn't be the children's trick or
treating yet, and I wasn't expecting anyone. As I opened

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the door part way, I could see that same man,
dressed as a clown, standing in front of the door,
acting like a mime, making faces with his hands and
gesturing for me to let him in. Thank god, that
door was locked. I told him I couldn't understand him
because he wouldn't speak, and I told him that he
should leave. At that point, he started to kick the

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door and became vicious and scared the shit out of me.
I immediately shut the inner door walked over to the
front window to see if he was leaving, but I
lost track of him, and then I turned towards the
kitchen and went to get my phone. Before I could
reach the kitchen table, this clown was standing in front

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of me at the back of the house by the
sliding patio door. As he stared at me and waved,
I could see him taking an object out of his
waist and prying it into the door. It didn't take
me long to figure out what his intent was. I
turned and ran up the stairs to the bathroom, which
was the closest room, and I shut the door and

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locked it. I reached into my pocket for my phone,
and then it dawned on me I had left my
phone on the kitchen table. Within minutes, I could hear
noise coming from downstairs. Then I could hear footsteps coming
up the stairs, and I screamed as loud as I could,

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telling him that I knew he was in the house
and that I was calling the cops. He probably saw
my phone on the kitchen table, and knew that was
a lie because he continued to come up the stairs.
As I screamed and begged him to leave, I could
hear him trying to get in. I never screamed so
loudly in all my life until that moment when I

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thought I wouldn't see my husband or be around to
see my newborn. Knowing that no one could hear me
because there were no windows in the bathroom, it dawned
on me to scream loud enough so Google could hear
me in the next room and I could ask Google
to call nine one one. As I did this, I
know the clown man was listening because he could hear

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the response from Google indicating that they were calling. At
that point, I sat against the door and prayed and prayed.
Within seconds after Google took my call, the pounding on
my door soon stopped. Six minutes later, I could hear
the police sirens and I could hear the police entering

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my home. They yelled out Police Department as they came
up the stairs to the bathroom and announced again. I
opened the door and pretty much passed out in front
of the police officers. Once I was able to talk,
I told them what had happened, and they immediately put
a call out to stop anyone within a four block

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radius of anyone that was dressed as a clown. One
of the officers said he was going to walk through
the neighborhood as more squad cars pulled up, and he
asked neighbors if he could review their ring doorbells. Unfortunately,
as I mentioned earlier, no one was home, so they
couldn't get access to any As I sat with the

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police and they interrogated me, wanting to know if I
knew anybody that was obsessed with me, knew where I lived,
or had a beef with anyone, as the officers put it,
I assured them that wasn't the case. They continued to
scout the area and by that time some of the
neighbors began to come home. Roughly around five thirty, the

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police officers began began to ask them for footage from
their ring doorbells. Even though they had my footage from
my ring doorbell and had a clear picture of his psychomaediac,
they were still trying to figure out a motive. This
was the time I looked at the officers and said, Hey,
how about he's just a fucking maniac. They discovered that

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my patio door had been entered with the use of
a crowbar, but they said that nothing was stolen or
nothing looked like it had been touched. Although they ruled
out robbery, they didn't rule out that he was going
to kill me. It's been a year since this happened,
and that maniac clown was never caught. No reports came

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in during that day or evening from any other homeowner,
and I now look at Halloween a little bit differently.
This year, I made sure that my husband was around
me with our newborn child. And to say that this
holiday makes me nervous is an understatement. I'm just glad
I'm here. One thing I'd like to mention. When we

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bought the home, we did have the bathroom door replaced
because it was kind of a hollow door. We had
replaced it with a solid oak door a week earlier.
I believe that door saved my life. Halloween catastrophe submitted

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by leon Ford Junior the Gamer in twenty sixteen, I
was fifteen years old, just gearing up for a normal
Halloween night filled with candy and door to door adventures.
That was the plan until life through a curveball. Some
friends of mine, whose real names I've long since forgotten.

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We'll just call them z X and Y hit me
up with an invitation that would send a chill straight
through my bones. Instead of the usual trick or treating,
they wanted to visit an abandoned house about an hour away,
a towering, crumbling, two story structure that looked like a
forgotten mansion. I hesitated, sensing the deep wrongness in their suggestion,

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but pure pressure is a wicked thing at time age,
and eventually I cave. The second we arrived, and icy
dread slithered up my spine. I mean, this wasn't just
any abandoned house. It pulsed with something unseen, something hungry.
Ever since I was three years old, I've had a

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gift or a curse, depending on how you look at it.
I can see things others can't. Figures, shadows, ghostly echoes
of people long gone. Normally I brushed them off like
background noise. But this time this was different. It wasn't
just a ghostly hum. It was a silent scream vibrating

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through the air. I begged my friends to reconsider, but
they just laughed it off. They jostled the door, trying
to pry it open without luck, that is, until I
touched it. The moment my fingers grazed the old wood,
the door creaked open by itself, as if inviting me in.

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Every fiber of my being screamed at me to run,
but I stayed, too, scared of being branded a coward
back at school. We stepped into the house, and as
soon as I was the last one inside, the door
slammed shut behind us. My heart hammered against my ribs
as we made our way to the living room, a
space covered in a faded red rug and dusty abandoned furniture,

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bookshelves sagging under forgotten tomes, and broken cabinets leaning like
old drunks. That's when Z pulled out the Ouija board.
But not that cheesy store bought kind. No, this one
looked hand carved, The letters burned into the wood with
unnerving precision, and the board practically oozed. Malevolence should have

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left right then, I mean, every cell in my body
told me to, but curiosity kept me in place, so
I stayed. They set the board down, lit a few candles,
each flame flickering strangely tall, and Z asked the first question,
is anyone here with us tonight? The planchet glided to yes.

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My mouth went dry. Ex leaned in and asked how
many of you are here? The plant chet shifted again one,
then why. Asked if the spirit was here for anyone specific,
and the plantchet answered without hesitation. Yes. Fear twisted my
gut into knots, and we tried deflecting, asking safer questions

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like what's your name, how old are you? How did
you die? But the board remained stubbornly silent. Only when
we asked again, who are you here for did it
finally respond. It spelled out, one slow letter at a time,
l E. Oh. My blood froze, and that was my name.

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The others turned to stare at me, their face a
strain of color, and without thinking, a shot to my
feet and spat out, sorry, guys, fuck this, I'm out.
As if triggered by my panic, the board ignited into flames.
I mean the candles around it flared, burning tall and wild.
Drawers and cabinets flew open and slammed shut violently. Chairs

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hurled themselves against the room, and books ripped from shelves
and spiraled through the air like angry birds. I didn't
wait around. I bolted for the window I had quietly
cracked open earlier. Without a second thought. I dove out
of it, hitting the ground, and ran Like hell itself
was at my heels. I didn't care that home was
an hour's trek on foot. I just ran. Later that night,

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after I staggered into my house and collapsed in safety,
and my phone buzzed with messages, my friends described that
how after I left, the chaoss only got worse, Furniture
flying at their heads, the thick air would just rage.
They barely escaped with a few bruises and a lot
of terror. They tried to rope me into more ghost

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hunting trips after that night, but I refused every single time,
well except for one. In twenty eighteen, two years after
that original incident, I was seventeen older, but far from unscathed.
I hadn't spoke to my old group in a while,
buried deep in my own battles, which is a story

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for another time, And out of the blue, the group's
leader called me, his voice laced with excitement, asking if
I wanted to try one last time to see if
I could endure longer than before. This time, A strange
thrill stirred in my chest. The past haunted me, yes,
but it also pulled at me. I agreed under one

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firm condition. If anything felt seriously off, I wouldn't even
set foot in the house. My friend agreed without hesitation.
Halloween night arrived, cloaked in an eerie, almost cinematic chill.
He drove the long miles to the house, with me
dozing off in the passenger seat until a few miles
from our destination, and then a dream seized me. In it.

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I stood in the abandoned homes front room, its air
heavy and stale, the floorboards groaned under unseen weight. My
gaze was drawn upward, and there she stood, a curvy woman,
unnaturally tall, her fingers grotesquely elongated, her teeth jagged and menacing.
I only caught a glimpse of her monstrous form before

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waking with a jolt. Normally I would brush off a
nightmare like that, but this this felt different. I knew
she was already aware of me, reaching out from the
house itself, a red flag if there ever was one.
I stayed awake, feeling the atmosphere darken as we closed
in about a mile away, the aura intensified. It was soft, feminine,

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yet laced with something wicked. Female spirits often mask their
mouths with charm, unlike the more openly aggressive male entities,
but this was different. It was confident and somehow hungry.
Half a mile out, even the driver felt it. The
tension crackled like static in the car. My face flushed hot,

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and I was sweating bullets, but still we pressed on.
As we neared the property, barely a quarter mile from
the driveway, I spotted her, a figure in the upper
left window of the decrepit two story house. She was
pacing back and forth. She made no effort to hide. Instead,
she wanted to be seen, another chilling omen. I asked

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the others if they could see her too, and to
my horror, they could. Spirits making themselves visible to nonsensitive
people meant only one thing. She wasn't just strong, She
was inviting us in. We pulled into the driveway and
the woman froze mid step. I felt it immediately, a

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twisting pit in my stomach. I could barely breathe, nausea rising.
I cracked open the car door to get some air,
but as I turned to the window, again, she was
staring straight at me. For the first time, I saw
her face clearly round and full, yet hollowed by two
black pits for eyes, each marked by a glinting red dot.

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Her mouth stretched into a grotesque grin, revealing rows of
dagger like teeth, and her long clawed fingers waved at
me that slow, eerie horror movie wave, all fingers moving
in unison with a deathly still wrist. That was enough. Sorry, guys,
fuck this, I said, retreating back to the car. They understood,

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shaken by the sight themselves, but still they chose to proceed,
just like the last time. They tangled with the paranormal,
bringing along a weege of despite what had happened before,
and I stayed behind, clutching my flip phone, trying to
call them back, but the signal was dead. So resigned,
I watched them approach the front door. Then I glanced

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at the window again, and there she was pressed against
the glass, her grin impossibly wider, her soulless eyes narrowed
to slits of malevolent glee, her clawed hands scraped lightly
against the pane, as if she could reach me through
sheer will. The moment the group entered the house. She
broke her stare for me, turning her head sharply toward

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the staircase, then snapped her gaze back with renewed hunger.
Her fingers splayed against the glass, and then in a
sudden jolt, she disappeared backward into the darkness. Inside. I
heard the sounds of chaos, screams, thuds, frank scrambling. My
blood ran cold, and for thirty long minutes I sat frozen, hard,

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hammering in my check. Finally they stumbled out, bruised, scratched,
and gasping for air. The backpack that they had carried in,
the one with the wig aboard was gone. Without a word,
The leader peeled out of the driveway, driving like a
man possessed, and when I finally broke the silence and
asked what happened, his voice trembled. She attacked us, He

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said she wanted to keep us there forever. He refused
to repeat the rest of what she had whispered. As
if that wasn't horrifying enough, he mentioned the wijaboard caught
fire during the chaos and was lost. The ride back
was heavy with unspoken dread, and when they dropped me off.
I apologized, but told them flatly I was done. No

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more ghost hunts, no more playing bait for creatures that
should be left alone. They respected my decision, choosing to
continue their dangerous passion alone, and I wished them luck.
Weeks later, when their parents called me frantic, I realized
they hadn't come home, gone, just vanished. To this day,

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I have no clue where they ended up, or if
they're even alive. Maybe they were swallowed whole by whatever
haunted that house. Maybe they're somewhere beyond our reach, trapped
in that grim ether. All I know is this, I'm
glad I stayed in the car, because if I hadn't,
I probably wouldn't be here to tell you this story.

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The Drifters by Anonymous, One of my roommates and some
friends of myself left to go to a Halloween party
around dusk one year and were suddenly cat called by
a group of three drifters or homeless people. We thought
nothing of it and went on our merry way on
the way to the Halloween party, and about four hours

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later we were going back to our apartment to change
shoes and high heels and messed up streets are hell
when you've been drinking. That was when one of the
drifters called out to me, Hey, beautiful, how about a kiss.
Me being a little drunk, and Sassy replied, no, thanks,
girls are more my type. To my shock and horror,

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he said, hey, my friend here likes the ladies, and
a homeless girl came out of nowhere and proceeded to
kiss me on the mouth. My friend picked me up
and threw me over his shoulder, and I proceeded to
flip the fuck out in my apartment, but then we
shrugged it off, and then we were going to venture
back out to a bar for another party. Well, somehow

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at the bar, I got separated from my group in
the crowd, and outside I saw the same three drifters again.
I tried not to show that I was shitting bricks.
When they asked me where they could find a liquor store.
I pointed down the street to a Kroger and they said, okay,
you can show us no, I'm a small woman, and
they shoved me into their vehicle. And I thought naively

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at the time that they would literally let me out
at the grocery store, except it was closed, because by
now it was after midnight. I pled for them to
let me out of the carpet. They kept saying, the
power does what it wants. Then they headed away from
the safety of our campus area, onto the freeway and
out of the state. For the next few hours, I

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visited three states with them while pleading for my life,
and I'll never forget how they kept saying the power
does what it wants and talking about how they were
going to have fun with me. I kind of resigned
myself to the fact that I was going to die
and I would never graduate college or see my family again.
Then they pulled into a gas station and I slipped

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out of the vehicle to be grabbed again, but this
time I screamed my head off for the clerk to help.
That's when they talked about taking me to the cliff.
I mentioned to these wackos that my family is full
of police officers and that they were probably already looking
for me, and how they were committing a federal crime,
and that I wouldn't press charges if they just took

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me back to campus. I guess that's when the girl
started feeling sorry for me, because she started to say, guys,
she's really scared. Maybe we should just drop her off somewhere.
This doesn't have to get worse. So they took me
back to the campus area, and as soon as the
girl pulled me out of the car, a police officer

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called my name. The girl just shoved me toward the
cop and yelled, the power does what it wants, and
tonight it let you live. I'd never been so happy
to sit in a cruiser. The police pursued those people,
but I don't know if they were ever caught. Not
long after, my roommate dropped out of college to join

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the military and I transferred to another school. So ladies
and gentlemen, careful walking at night to any Halloween parties.
You might be going to keep your cell phone with
you if possible, and call the police if you see
anybody suspicious near your apartment. I had a brush with
death that Halloween night, and I'm so grateful for the

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time I have now. The corpse by Anonymous. This was
the night before Halloween back in twenty ten. At that time,
I was a freshman in college living on campus, and

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that year, the thirty first fell on a Monday, so
student's festivities went on the Sunday before during the afternoon
around seven, I was outside playing soccer on a field
near my place and I noticed an SUV driving by
several times. I only noticed this vehicle because we kicked
the ball over the fence several times, and that was

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present at least twice while we were climbing the fence
to get the ball. I didn't think much of it
and proceeded to go to a party later that night.
My girlfriend, a few friends, and I left around nine
to thirty and we noticed a helicopter in the sky
with a bright floodlight attached to it, seemingly scanning the area.

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We proceeded to the party and didn't fret over it.
The party was on the other side of campus, so
we missed all the sirens and flashing lights racing up
and down the street. We got back from the party
around eleven PM, and I immediately noticed that not only
was the first helicopter still in the air around my
own campus apartment, but there was also a steady stream

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of police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks driving up and
down the street nearby. However, none of them had their
lights or sirens on, so I wasn't alarm. The next day,
the Internet informed me that an suv was found a
blaze in the parking lot with a woman's body inside.

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This happened about a half mile to three quarters of
a mile from where I lived. I guess during the
party the area was crawling with police and other authorities
trying to look for clues. My roommate later told me
that there was non stop sirens for a good twenty
minutes after I left for the party. In the next
few weeks, more information that a man killed his wife

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and then tried to burn her body. He broke her
neck as well as bludgeoning it too. If the news
article I read is to be trusted, the killer was
lighting his wife's body on fire the same time I
was getting dressed up in my woody costume for a party.
It wasn't until a few weeks later that I made
the connection with the suv I saw while playing soccer

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earlier in the day. I find it very chilling that
while I was playing soccer, someone was driving within twenty
yards of me with a corpse in the car, especially
since it was on the campus of a seemingly secure
university in a very safe city, new Town. Bad Halloween,

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submitted by Fazzi. When I was sixteen years old. My
parents had been split up for about three years. I've
been living with my dad, but he was taking a
new job that was going to require him to go
overseas quite frequently. The decision was made for me to
live with my mom, who now lived in southern California.

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I loved living with my dad and was going to
miss that, but I knew it was going to be
hard for me to be at home doing all the
things that I did with no way of getting around
without my license, which I wasn't going to be eligible
for for another few months. So off I went to
Huntington Beach, California. This was in the beginning of September,

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and course I was nervous about going to a new school.
I think all kids are. My mom was over the
moon to have me with her, and it just bought
a new house, so I was going to have my
own room. Prior to that, she had lived closer to
LA in an apartment and when I visited, I slept
in the living room. So when I got there, the

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first couple of days were getting used to the neighborhood
and getting my room all set up, buying some new
furniture and clothes, that kind of thing. I was kind
of shy, but not really. I was into skateboarding and
punk music, so this was kind of a mecca for me,
and I was hoping to fall in with some of
the locals out there, which I did. However, I also

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hung out with a guy I met there on the
first day and his friends who were skaters, but not
as into skating as the other guys. I mean, they were,
but they were a little rougher around the edges. If
you're a skater, think tracker guys versus independent guys. They
were all super nice to me, and I was amazed
at how well I was acclimating after the first couple

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of weeks. I wanted to play football too, but that
season was already underway and that was just not going
to happen. But I had friends in that crowd too.
It's funny looking back, but I really was that guy
that was friends with everybody no matter where I went.
The smart kids, the rough kids, the jocks, the skaters,

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and you name it. After about a month of working
on those relationships and skating a lot and working on
my studies as my parents were strict about doing well
in school, I got invited to a Halloween party. A
lot of people were going to be there, so I
knew it was going to be a blast. But my friend,
and I'll call him Randy from the Rougher skate group,

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said that a group of them were going to pregame. Gosh,
I don't even think we called it pregaming back in
two thousand and three. Before going to the party, I
thought that would be an awesome time. My parents were
also very lenient with me about my personal life and
where I went and what I did, as long as
I followed the rules about being where I said I

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was and if I was going to be out past
eleven to call them tell them where I was. And
I did have a maximum curfew of twelve that still
stood in California, so I was excited to go. But
I didn't have a costume. It was going to be
a costume party after all. Randy told me that they

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were all going to dress up like ghost Face from Scream.
We were all going to wear black hooded robes with
the ghost Face masks. So my mom and I tracked
one down and I was fired up about going. I
should mention that some of my other skate friends were
also going to the party. I mean, they got along
with the rough guys, but we all skated together, and

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I guess, well, I could say that the nicer guys
were a little bit wary of the others. Like I said,
we all skated together, but not everybody hung out afterwards,
and I spent time with both sides. But because Randy
and his crew invited me, and that's who I was
going to go to the party with and then meet
up with everyone else. Randy lived a couple of streets

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away from me, so I walked over with my stuff
and we hung out at his house for a little while.
His parents weren't home, and we had a couple of
beers and some of the guys smoked up. I'm not
against weed, I'm just not into it, not then and
not now. I didn't partake in that, just had a
few beers. As it got closer to the time to

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go to the party, one of Randy's friends, who I'd
never met, showed up with his mom's minivan. Yeah, super cool.
A bunch of skate dudes going to a house party
in a minivan. But I didn't care. I was having
a good time and everyone else was too. We drove
to a convenience store before going to the party to

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get some more beverages. Three of the guys went into
the store, including the driver. Randy went in with them
as well, and I was just hanging out with another
guy I'll call Paul. The two of us were just
chilling in the minivan sipping on beers when all of
a sudden, we heard a loud noise which, through the
insulation of the car, sounded like a firecracker. Suddenly, all

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of the guys from our gang came barreling out of
the store, jumped into the minivan, and the driver slammed
it into reverse, knocking all of us around like little
bowling pins. I was shocked and was asking what the
hell was going on when I looked up to see
the owner or a clerk or whoever come out of
the store holding his side. It looked like he was
covered in red paint. It didn't take a genius to

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put two and two together and figure out that somebody
in our group had shot this guy. The guy had
a phone in one hand with his other hand pressed
to his hip that was bleeding profusely. I mean, it
all happened so damn fast that I don't even remember
pulling out of the parking lot and speeding on down
the road, cutting off a couple of other cars in
the process. The guy at the wheel started driving what

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I thought was like aimlessly around with everybody in the
minivan yelling, going what the fuck, what the fuck. It
turns out this guy, Randy's friend, was trying to buy
beer with his fake ID and it wasn't good enough
and the clerk didn't want to sell it to him.
So in front of everyone, and to everyone's shock, including Randy,

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the guy pulled out a gun and threatened the guy.
The guy, in turn, I think, hit a silent alarm,
which pissed the guy off and caused him to shoot him.
He grabbed the beer and everyone ran out, and that's
where we were at. At that point. I just sat
there realizing, holy shit, I was just part of an
armed robbery and a shooting, even though Paul and I

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had nothing to do with it. The guy drove around
all over the place, all around these streets, and everybody
was just going out of their head. Dad's yelling and
screaming saying what the fuck, pull over, what the fuck? Man.
My most vivid memory of that night. Other than seeing
that clerk standing there bleeding, was everyone just not knowing

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what was going on. Finally someone yelled at the driver, asshole,
they know we're in this vehicle. What the fuck are
you doing? And the guy said, doesn't matter, this is
stolen anyway. Yeah, he'd told us it was his parents,
but apparently that was not the case. He pulled into

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a little park and said, everybody out, and we all
just started running through the park, not knowing what direction
we were going in or what we were doing, just
knowing that we had to get the hell away from
that car. Eventually, we all stopped for a minute in
this little group, and the guy looked at everyone and said,
nobody says a word about this to anyone. The look

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in his eyes was nothing but anger and fury. I
knew he was not fucking around, and I was scared
to the bone, all of us were. We eventually figured
out where we were and we went to the party.
After all, I mean all of us were still shaking
like leaves and wondering what was going to happen, Where

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the CoP's going to find us, should we turn this
fucking maniac in. We were all having our own little
discussions at the party, and I'm not gonna lie. I
was sick to my stomach, even though I was feeling queasy.
I had a beer and eventually calmed down a little,
and my other friends were asking what the hell was
going on and that we all looked terrible. I didn't

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say a word. Randy came over to me finally and
pulled me out into the backyard. He lit up a cigarette,
looked at me and said, dude, I don't know what
we're supposed to do here. I just said, I don't care.
Right now, I'm going home. I'm getting the fuck out
of here, and I'll tell you what, Randy, I'm not
going anywhere near that guy again. Randy agreed with me,

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and it turned out that some of the other skater
guys were going to another party, and Randy, Paul and
I fell in with them and left the other guys
there at that one. The fucked up thing is this?
Nothing ever came of it. I mean, yes, it was
reported in the news and obviously someone had been shot,
but the police, though finding the other vehicle, had nothing

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to go on. Basically, this guy, Randy's friend, got away
with armed robbery and shooting another human being. Over the
next couple of days and weeks, I would see that
guy walking around. I never looked at him, and I
never talked to him, and he never approached me. None
of us said a word. But around Christmas time, when

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I went home, my dad asked how everything was going,
and I finally told him what had happened that Halloween night.
He looked at me and said, okay, okay, that's all
he said. At first, he didn't really know how to
advise me. I mean, what was he supposed to say,
Go turn yourself in. My dad really wanted the best

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for me. He didn't want me to be a coward,
and he wanted me to do the right thing. But
he also knew that he couldn't protect me, and he
had no idea who this guy with the gun was
and didn't want me to get in any more danger.
I mean, part of him also probably didn't want me
getting into any trouble, but he also knew that there
was a right way to do things and a wrong way.

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He told me to contact the police anonymously, let them
know what had happened, and to leave it at that. Yeah,
it sounds like the coward's way out and I'm sure
a lot of people are going to have some shitty
comments about my dad, but I honestly think we did
the right thing. When I went back home to Huntington,
i'd called the cops. I found a payphone, made the call,

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and the police were actually very attentive and understood my situation,
although they did their best to tell me that I
should go in and turn anybody else and who was
involved with it, and there was no way I was
going to do that. Two weeks later, my mom came
into my room with a look on her face that
was not good. She calmly told me that my father

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had told me that I had told him what had happened,
and she was really upset that I hadn't told her.
She understood that I didn't want to cause any trouble,
that I wanted to fit in, that I just needed
to do all these things, but it was a very
serious matter. Basically, she decided right then and there that
I wouldn't be staying in Huntington anymore. I was going

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back to live with my father. I can't say I
blame my mom. I mean, I was pretty mad at
her at first, but I understand her side. I held
a grudge for a little while, but we've since reconciled
everything and our relationship is great. But at that point
I violated her trust so much that she just couldn't
have me out there. Bad mom, good mom? I don't

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know a good mom in my mind, and everything is
solid now. It's been many, many moons since that night,
and while I still talked to Randy occasionally, that situation
comes up rarely, no one really said anything about it,
and Randy told me the guy who had shot the
guy in the store actually got shot himself about six

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years ago. He never was a good guy at all,
and Randy regrets to this day mixing me and all
of his other friends up with that guy. So yeah,
that was the craziest Halloween experience I've ever had. Wanted
you to know, and I hope you'll read this A

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Halloween story submitted by anonymous. This may not be the
scariest story, but it's pretty creepy and was definitely scary
to me at the time. This happened back when I
worked as a swingshift caregiver Medtech. I had done this
work for years, but this specific company was fairly new

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to me, as I had recently relocated. Every year, it
was the company tradition to allow residents to hand out
candy to tricker treaters. Sadly, it wasn't the best area
for that, so not many would stop by. The few
that did show up brought such joy to the residents
as they handed the kids their candy. Though this was

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all explained to me, so I was ready with the
bowl of candy that night. During the evening, there was
a knock at the door, and I went to see
who it was. For the residence safety. This was a
locked facility and you could only enter it with a code.
When I reached the door, I peered through the narrow
window next to it and was surprised to see a

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young man around my age by appearance, definitely not a child.
That threw me off, but I stupidly assumed he was
the son or maybe grandson of my coworker that night,
and I didn't want to be rude by asking directly
since I was extremely timid and my coworker was standing
right there. The person wasn't in costume, but I gave

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him candy and thankfully he went on his way. After
he left, I finally asked if he was her son
or whatever, and her reply gave me the chills. She
assumed that I knew him. Again, this isn't totally horrifying,
but we were two wimpy females in charge of the
safety of fifteen elderly people and we opened the door

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at night to a total stranger. It just spooked me
when considering the risk I had put us all in.
The reason I felt this way is that a young
guy did show up at night at a later date,
he was totally nuts. He became irate with my coworker,
who refused to let him in so he could use
our phone. He banged on the door and window and

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we told him to get lost or we'd call the police.
I have no idea if it was the same guy,
but it taught me to be more mindful of the
things around me, more suspicious of strangers, because crazy can
pop up when you least expect it. Visit from a

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murderer by Anonymous. This incident happened to me last year
on Halloween. My little brother and I were home alone
since our parents had gone out to a Halloween party,
and they had tasked us with handing out candy to
the trick or treaters. This bummed my brother and I
out because we had made plans to go trick or
treating with a few friends. My parents told us that

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we were too old to still be trick or treating
and that we could instead invite our friends over to
the house and hang out there. My friends declined my
invitation to come over because they still wanted to go
trick or treating themselves, so that left me home alone
with my brother handing out candy. A lot of people
stopped by our house, and by ten o'clock almost all

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the candy was gone. My brother and I decided that
we just eat the rest. We were sitting on the
couch watching his scary movies, stuffing ourselves with candy, and
there came a knock at the door. I stormed off
the couch, wondering who the hell would be knocking on
our door that late. I assumed it was just some
late night trick or treaters, and even if that was

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the case, I'd turned the porch light in Halloween decorations off,
which should have been a dead giveaway that we were
out of candy or that we weren't home. So then
I assumed it was my parents being cautious, I looked
through the peep hole and saw a suspicious man standing
on our front porch. He was wearing a black hoodie
with the hood over his head. What made it difficult

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to see his face, and the only detail of his
face I could spot was that he had a beard
and dry, crusty lips. There was no way that this
guy was a trick or treater because he wasn't wearing
a costume and was far too old to be trick
or treating. His hands were stuffed in the front pocket
of his hoodie, and he also looked very thin. And

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every single red flag went off in my head about
this guy. There was no way in hell I was
going to open the door. Still looking through the people,
I watched as he knocked on the door again. He
seemed desperate for us to open the door and was
shaking a bit. It wasn't cold outside and definitely not
cold enough for someone to be trembling. He was giving

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me a bad vibe and I wanted to get rid
of him as soon as possible. We're out of candy,
I shouted to him, and I watched as a smile
spread across his face. It wasn't a friendly smile either.
Are you alone in there? He asked, almost in a
mocking voice. His voice was raspy and dry. Should I

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call the police, my brother asked me, quietly, gripping his
cell phone. The man let out a low grumble and said,
sounds like you're not alone in there. I continued to
watch him through the peepole. His hands were still wedged
tightly in his pockets and he was still shaking a bit.
I began to wonder if he was armed, and I

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decided to take action and spoke to him in the
most intimidating voice. I could get the fuck away from
my house or I'll call the police, I shouted. His
smile faded and he bared his teeth. His teeth were
piss yellow, and I concluded that he was probably some
homeless crackhead, and he had a look of fury plastered

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on his face. But fortunately he left without trying to
break in, because probably he knew I wasn't fucking around
with him. I didn't stop watching him through the peepole
until I saw him completely off our property. My brother
and I breathed a sigh of relief and decided to
not call the police, but we were a bit paranoid

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after that and watched TV until our parents came home.
We didn't tell them about the man because he hadn't
really tried to harm us. But now, when I think
back on this, I wish we had called the police,
because maybe we would have been able to prevent a murder.
You see, the next day, we found out that the
elderly woman who lived a few houses down from us

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had been brutally murdered. Her neighbor found her lying on
her front porch covered in blood. She'd been stabbed multiple
times in the chest and neck, and my brother and
I immediately knew who had done it, and we told
the police what we knew. They really couldn't do much
from the information we had given them since we hadn't
seen many details of his face, and they went on

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the hunt for the man, but they never caught him.
For a long time, I blamed myself for that poor
old lady's murder, because I could have prevented it from
happening if I had just called the police. I think
the most disturbing thing of all is the fact that
he didn't take anything from the old lady's house. Her

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house had been left untouched, but he could have gone
in and taken anything that he wanted since her door
was wide open. That means that he just wanted to kill.
That was his only intention. He didn't want money or jewelry.
He only had the urge to murder. Halloween Time horror

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at College submitted by not so Ditzy. Now, this terrifying
experience happened to me when I was a freshman in college.
It's something that sticks with me to day for obvious reasons,
and was the most fucked up thing that any one
could ever do to any one else in my mind,

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although I'm sure there are a lot of other things
in this world that happened that people also think are
just as fucked up. Anyway, when I was a freshman,
I was attending the College of my dreams in New
York State. I was full of wonder and awe at
the entire campus from my first visit, and the school
had a major that was something I had been interested
in since I was a kid. I did well enough

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on my SATs and acts. Yeah, I took them both
to easily get in, and I was just stoked. The
other thing that was great was my sister who was
four years older than me, had also gone there and
had a great experience, or so she said. From the
first day, it was just that massive onslaught of classes

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and looking for other activities to participate in, making new friends,
and of course, Greek life. My sister had been in
a sorority and she highly encouraged me to rush the
same one that she was in. If you're not familiar
with the Greek system, I was considered a legacy because
of this, so basically I was a shoein to be accepted.

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I was asked to be in a couple of other sororities,
but I knew that my sister had such a wonderful
experience at Hers and made the choice easy. I didn't
even bother with the other ones, and I planned on
rushing hers. I went to the parties and did all
the other things with them, and I met a lot
of really good people. And my roommate was also rushing,
so that made it super cool. We did all of

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the things during rush week, and we're having such a
good time and looking forward to being with a group
of girls that we almost immediately looked up to. Things
were going awesome. I loved my classes, I was making
awesome friends, and the parties were knock out fun on
the weekends, and I was just of the air that
my life was beginning. Rush Week was the week right

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before Halloween. My roommate and I were both accepted, and
there was a really beautiful ceremony to mark the occasion,
and then also what was planned to be a huge
party celebrating us as well. We were on top of
the world and like I said, life was beginning and
things were just awesome. The party that night, though, however,

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was where things completely changed for me. Normally, these parties
that are sanctioned by the sorority don't involve alcohol or
anything like that. Oh, come on, it's college and you
all know what happens at college. And I'm not knocking
parties either. Like I said, I had a blast at
all of them. This one was held at the house

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of a bigger sister and it was going to be
really great because of this occasion. My roommate and I
got dressed up and another big sister drove us out
to the house, which we could have walked to, but
for some strange reason, I thought rolling up to a
party in a car rather than walking like a regular
college student was that much more exciting. We got to

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the party and everything was awesome. Now I want to
take a minute and talk about hazing. A lot of
people will lie to you and say that it doesn't happen,
And there was some hazing during Rush week, but none
of it was that big of a deal, and it
wasn't like drinking to excess, or taking drugs or putting
anyone else in danger. So I thought everything was great.

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But back to the party. About halfway through, our big
sisters told us to go up to one of the
bedrooms and there was a special surprise for us. We
had no idea what it could be, but because we
had been getting gifts from them for our indoctrination, we
didn't think anything of it. I wasn't drunk by any means,
but I did have a couple of rum and cokes

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in me. My roommate was about the same. So we
went up to a room and it was very quiet
up there. I do remember that, of course, there was
music and everyone talking and having a great time downstairs,
but everything just seemed so muffled up there. Something just
seemed too quiet. Then I got to say it was
a little unnerving. But exciting at the same time. I

(01:04:51):
went into the room first and noticed right away something
was strange. The lights were off, and that took me
aback that this was going to be another fun celebration.
Why the hell was it dark? Suddenly I was yanked
forward by some unseen hands. The same thing happened to
my roommate, and we both gave out little gasps like

(01:05:12):
what the hell. After a couple of seconds of the
first small shock, I realized that the hands grabbing me
were not female. I started to say something to my roommate,
but a hand clapped over my mouth and a husky
male voice said, shut up, if you know it's good
for you. Before I knew it, I could feel another

(01:05:33):
hand grabbing my breasts. That initial panic is one of
the scariest things that anyone can go through in life.
I wasn't buzzed enough for it to be like, oh gee,
this is happening. No, this was an immediate, oh my god,
oh my god, oh my god situation. I tried to
scream as best I could, but the voice just kept saying,

(01:05:54):
shut up, shut up. I heard another voice saying the
same things to my roommate. How I knew we were
in trouble. The hands groped at my pants and were
awkwardly trying to pull them down. And I can't tell
you how scared I was. I was really freaking out,
just terrified. Outside of everything that had been happening with

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the sorority, all I could think about up to that
point was Halloween and a party that the girls were
going to be throwing as a sorority. I mean, this
night was supposed to be one of the best of
my life, and now this was happening. It never dawned
on me that my sisters had told us to walk
into this situation. More on that later. So I fought

(01:06:36):
and fought, and finally elbowed my attacker. It caught him
right under the chin, and suddenly he let go of
his grip and just yelled out, damn girl, what are
you doing? And I immediately thought, what the fuck do
you mean? What am I doing? You're fucking attacking me.
The voice then said, Jesus Christ, it's just a joke.

(01:06:57):
It's just a prank that came right after my roommate
had somehow spun her attacker around and kneed him in
the balls. Suddenly the lights came on and our big
sisters came in laughing. They thought this was funny as hell. Yeah,
back to hazing. This was their version of just a

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hazing prank. For some reason, they thought it would be
funny to put girls through this, and they started telling
us to calm down. As I was screaming at the
top of my lungs, what the fuck is wrong with you?
The two guys just kind of stood there dumb. They
were the boyfriends of the two girls. Yeah, our two

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big sister's boyfriends. Before they could even try to explain anything,
I grabbed my roommate and ran out of the room,
down the stairs, and out into the night. We were
both crying, and I mean sobbing, tears just running down
our faces. We were shaking like leaves, with our big
sisters chasing after us, saying wait, wait, come back, come back.

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It's not a big deal. It's okay, You're safe. I
told my roommate, just run run as fast as you can.
Thank god, we were wearing flats. We hauled asked back
to our room right past the ra who was watching
the front door. Didn't say anything to her and didn't
answer any of her questions about if we were okay.

(01:08:25):
We got into our room and collapsed on my bed,
just holding each other and still crying and crying. We
couldn't even really talk. Then there was a knock on
our door and it was Urra and she asked if
we were okay, and I feebly said, yeah, we just
got scared by some Halloween pranksters. I didn't want anyone
to know what had just happened, not just yet. The

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phone immediately rang and we didn't answer it. Now I
didn't have a cell phone yet, and this was back
in the time of landlines and answering machines, and our
answering machine kept blowing up with calls from our big
sisters asking us if we were okay and telling us
to come back and that everything was okay, everything was fine,
we weren't in any danger. I thought, fuck these bitches.

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And after a little while the phone stopped ringing and
someone started knocking on our door. It was our big sisters,
pleading with us to open the door and come out,
but we didn't. We just sat there, holding each other
until we passed out from the exhaustion. The next morning,
our big sisters once again came to our room and

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tried to get us to go out for breakfast, apologizing
and telling us that it wasn't what we thought it was,
that we were okay, and that they still wanted us
to be in the sorority. We didn't answer the door,
and they just sat outside pleading with us until someone
down the hall told them to go away. It was
too early for that kind of talk and that kind
of loudness. When they left, I immediately called my big sister,

(01:10:00):
my real big sister, at home. She answered the phone groggily,
and I just started screaming at her about what had happened.
And this is the most fucked up part my real life.
Big sister told me that it was okay, and that
I was blowing things out of proportion, and that if
nothing really happened, that it was all part of becoming

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a sister in the sorority. I didn't even have any
words for her. She kept telling me that I needed
to grow up and get over it, and that I
was blowing a huge shot in my life. I just
hung up the phone with her, totally dejected. I wanted
to call back and talk to my mom, but I
didn't want her to know what had happened either. For

(01:10:44):
some strange reason. I wanted to protect my big sister
because I knew if my parents found out that she
had allowed something like this to not only happen to her,
but to happen to her little sister, heads would have rolled.
Needless to say, I didn't end up going through joining
the sorority. Both my roommate and I backed out and

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avoided all of those girls like the plague. Of course,
we did see them all over campus and at other
parties which I didn't go to. For a couple of
months after this, I barely left my room other than
to go to classes in the library and some other activities.
I always went with a friend of mine that I
had met, who was this big, burly guy that had

(01:11:24):
no interest in dating me but was just a good friend.
After a while, he found out what had happened to
me and said he would always protect me and my roommate.
So anyway, without going into anything else, I think this
is enough for one creepy Halloween story. Yeah, I didn't
even go to that Halloween party that year that I

(01:11:45):
was looking forward to. That was just too damn scared,
always looking over my shoulder, constantly being afraid to go
out of my room at night, constantly being afraid to
walk from building to building at any time of day.
I can't stress enough how much this affected me for
many years. This isn't a story about putting down Greek life,

(01:12:07):
because I'm sure lots of people had great experiences wherever
they went, but I guarantee you mine was not a
good one. I'll just leave this as a warning. Be
careful of who you hang out with and what you
do when you go to college. It's a very different
world out there from high school. You never know who

(01:12:27):
to trust and what can go south. Some people you
think are on your side aren't. I also hope this
story isn't too jarring for anyone listening to it, and
it's not too triggering in the end. Yeah, I suppose
everything was okay, and I learned a lot more that
night than I did in any of my classes. Everyone

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stay safe, be vigilant, watch out for your friends. And
I really hate to say this, but trust no one.
The creepy kid by Anonymous. My dad was the coolest

(01:13:15):
guy on the block, probably because he was one of
the three black dads who lived in our town. The
population is around ninety eight percent Caucasian, and that's not
an exaggeration. My dad was a state police officer, intimidating,
wore oak leaves before the hipsters, and he was generally
a rough sounding person. And he died, and damn do

(01:13:39):
I miss him. The only thing he ever feared was Halloween.
He would tell my sister and I stories at night
about his life when he was in high school in
a slum in New Jersey, and how every Halloween crazy
things would happen. He may have been pulling our legs
a bit, but we didn't care. When Halloween would roll around,
he would take us out while my mom stayed home

(01:14:01):
to pass out candy to the trick retreaters. One night
in fifth grade, Lexi and I were dressed as witches
in nineteen fifties poodle skirts. Dad was holding Lexi's hand
as they walked to the last street when I realized
I'd lost my mom's scarf. She'd let me borrow. She
loved that thing. So we walked all the way back

(01:14:23):
towards this darker corner of our street. It was by
the woods in a small stream, but when it was
dark you couldn't see anything. But Dad said he'd seen
something and walked towards it. When he got there, he
started slowing down and he was staring at something in
the dark that we couldn't see. Lexi called out to

(01:14:45):
him and asked if he'd found Mom's scarf, but he
just told her to be quiet and started crouching down
looking in the distance. For several moments, we stood there waiting,
and I could make out the scarf above his head,
tied to a branch. He grabbed the scarf, still staring
into the dark, and then started backing away. Then my

(01:15:07):
dad yelled and sort of shuffled backwards. It was a
low throaty scream like he was furious, and he was
swearing too, but I don't remember what. Whatever Dad had
been staring at then bolted out of the trees and
ran down the street opposite of where we lived. It

(01:15:27):
was a little child, probably a boy from his silhouette
shape in the black costume he had with skeleton bones
on the front and a skull mask. When Lexi and
I tried to go over and see what had happened,
Dad yelled at us to stay back. He got on
to his ancient cell phone and called Mom to come
pick us up, and his next call was to the

(01:15:49):
local police. We left before we could see anything, but
the next day my mom told us about all these
dead skinned animals that had been found in the woods.
By the time us kids could go back, the police
had taped off a section of the woods and had
taken out the bloody animals, but there were still stains

(01:16:09):
on the pavement and the smell was really bad. The
kids talked about it a little in school, and I
was curious if they ever caught that boy. Everything came
out in the local papers, though after a while it
was quickly forgotten. Eventually. I know my dad would have
told us more, but unfortunately that was the last Halloween

(01:16:32):
we'd ever spend together before he passed. The grave marker
submitted by dar The year was nineteen ninety nine and
my ex husband and I were living in Missouri. My

(01:16:54):
boys were just babies, then three and one. We'd found
a charming old farmhouse in the country and the rent
was very affordable. It was a two bedroom home that
was situated at the top of a hill that you
had to drive up a long gravel driveway to get to.
On the property were several old farm buildings and one
could tell that in its day it was top of

(01:17:16):
the line. I assumed by the metal awnings over the
windows that it was a thriving farm in the forties
or fifties at any rate. We fell in love with
it and settled right in. We didn't live there that long,
if I had to guess, probably no more than five
or six months. In the beginning, nothing seemed out of place,

(01:17:36):
and we were quite happy there, although at night I
would go and sit in the screens in sun porch
that overlooked the old buildings and always felt like I
was being watched. Would always hear noises coming from the
property at night, but that was to be expected out
in the country. Needless to say, I would make my
smoking trips limited. We'd moved in around May or June,

(01:17:59):
and now Hollow was just around the corner. My ex
and I were out in the yard with the kids
and looking at the old original well one day, and
it had been sealed and shut, and we wondered why
they quit using it. The owners had dug a new
well and put a well house around it, and I
don't remember how we ended up standing in the well house.

(01:18:20):
That there we were looking down into the well. I
made a comment on how creepy it was, and wondered
how deep it went. And as we were looking down
into this black hole, my ex husband said, wait a minute,
I think I see something, And with that he climbed
in just a little and then after a few minutes,
came back out with something wooden. He handed it to

(01:18:43):
me and I looked it over. Because Halloween was just
about a week away, I assumed that one of the
previous occupants said made us some kind of Halloween decoration
and thrown it down there. For some reason, I decided
it would be perfect out in the front yard and
I leaned it up against the fence. It looked kind
of like a grave marker. I didn't give it any

(01:19:05):
other thought. But that's when everything began. I had noticed
our oldest boy, who was three at the time, start
to detach from his brother. I would find him in
different parts of the house, playing by himself and talking
to someone, and I kind of wondered why he had
quit playing with his brother, But again another thing I

(01:19:25):
didn't think too much about. This went on for a
few days. Then one afternoon, a couple of days before Halloween,
we were having lunch and I called him into the
kitchen to eat. He came in engaged in full conversation
with no one. I asked him who he was talking to,
and mind you, he was three and his vocabulary was

(01:19:47):
pretty limited. He answered my friend, and I said, oh,
that's nice, buddy. Is your friend nice? And he replied
with a nod. More curious, I asked what does he
look like? And then he just shrugged his shoulders and said,
I don't know. I can't really see his face. I'll

(01:20:07):
admit I was a little caught off guard by that,
and following that conversation, I wouldn't allow him to play
alone anymore, and he had to quit talking to this
imaginary friend during the day, and once again he would
play with his brother and went on like that for
another day or so, and I thought that perhaps whatever
was going on had passed. That is until I woke

(01:20:29):
up in the middle of the night to him crying
and shaking me. I assumed he had a bad dream
and carried him back to his bed. When I put
him back in bed, he just sat up and told
me he didn't want me to leave. So I softly
sang him some songs and reassured him that it was
only a dream. He eventually laid back down and went
to sleep. But on the day of Halloween, I decided

(01:20:53):
to play a game of hide and seek with my boys,
as we had all the time. I stood in the
hallway and counted, and in that hallway there was an
odd cupboard that was the length of the hallway but
only about three feet in height. As I was counting
to ten, I heard the cupboard doors open, and naturally
I thought that the boys had chosen to hide there.

(01:21:15):
So when I finally got to the count of ten,
I called out ready or not, here I come, and
I started heading towards the cupboard, which I noticed one
of the doors had been cracked open. Completely convinced that
my kids were hiding in there, I tiptoed over to
it and swung open the doors with a boom. To

(01:21:35):
my surprise, they weren't in there. I found it a
bit odd, but that was it, and when I did
find them, they'd been hiding in the back of the
house in the laundry room. We went out and did
our trigger treating that night, and everything seemed like it
was fairly normal. We went back home, had a couple
of treats, and then settled in for bed. That night,

(01:22:00):
a little before midnight, I woke to my oldest boy
screaming in his room. I rushed down the hall and
into his room to find him sitting up in his bed,
shaking and crying. He seemed really upset, and I asked
if he'd had a bad dream, and he said no,
So then I asked him, why are you crying. He

(01:22:20):
then pointed to a set of cupboards in his room.
These cupboards went all the way up the wall, but
near the bottom there was one oddly sized cupboard. It
was actually pretty small, maybe big enough to fit in
a couple of shoe boxes. The door was open and
he was pointing at it, so I walked over and
shut it, and he just sat there, staring at it

(01:22:42):
and still crying. I asked him what was wrong with
the cupboard, and he told me that's where his friend stays.
He hadn't mentioned this friend in a couple of days,
and I just told him that it would be impossible
since the cupboard was so small, And then he said
that his friend wouldn't leave him alone. And then I

(01:23:03):
asked him, what does your friend want? And what he
said next sent chills down my spine. He told me
that his friend was searching for something, and I asked
him what his friend was searching for, and he said
his grave. That was pretty unsettling for me to think
that my son was being troubled by such a thing

(01:23:24):
at a young age. And then I got kind of
aggressive with this friend and asked my son what his
friend's name was, and he said George, so out loud
in a very confrontational voice. I said, okay, George, I
know you want to find your grave, but my son
is only three and he needs sleep. He can't help

(01:23:44):
you find your grave. You need to leave him alone
or you'll have to deal with me. That made my
son kind of laugh. I guess he thought it was
funny watching his mom yell like that. I tucked him
back in and told him that if George tried to
bob him again, to tell him to leave me alone,
which proved to be ineffective. The nights to follow, I

(01:24:08):
would wake up to my sons screaming in his room.
Only these times, when I went under his room, he
was hiding under his bed and he wouldn't open his
eyes until I picked him up and turned on the light.
He claimed that George would not let him sleep, and
he was now mad. He wanted to find his grave.

(01:24:29):
So in order for all of us to get some sleep,
I decided to move the boys into my room, and
that seemed to work for the rest of the time
that we lived there. And on one of the last
days that we were there, maybe a couple of weeks
after Halloween, we were out in the yard and the
boys were playing, as we had done so many times.
I had forgotten about that wooden gravestone my ex had

(01:24:51):
pulled out from the well. But there I was sitting
on the porch and something urged me to really look
at that piece of wood. I could see the that
was writing on it and it was faded, and had
noticed it while we found it, but I hadn't truly
read the writing before. I just kind of glanced at
it and then threw it out in the yard as
a Halloween decoration. So I was just sitting there staring

(01:25:13):
at it with the most overwhelming urge to go and
read that writing. And that's what I did. As I
read it, my heart sank. The name carved into that
wood was George, along with the last name and birth
and death date. At the very bottom, there was a
passage that was mostly worn away, making it impossible to read.

(01:25:34):
But however, the last few words remained intact, and it
read he will not rest if he leaves his grave.
I immediately got up, found my ex husband and told
him to put that thing back where he had found it.
Not long after, we packed up our things and loaded
everything into a trailer and left that place as quickly

(01:25:56):
as possible. Eventually, my oldest boy quit having night terrors
and things returned to normal. I had hoped that if
it was never brought up again, he would forget seeing it,
as he was only three when it happened. But over
a decade later, when he was thirteen or so, he
brought it up and had some questions. I was stunned

(01:26:16):
that he even remembered it. About a year ago, I
wanted to see if anyone was living out there, so
I looked the house up on Google Earth, and it's
no longer there. I wonder if George ever found his grave.

(01:26:40):
A Halloween story submitted by Anonymous. This story takes place
in nineteen seventy seven, when I was twelve. I attended
middle school in the suburbs of New York City. I
was in the sixth grade and would catch a ride
with my mom, who worked in an attached elementary school,
Isn't It Administrator. I'd walk over after school, hang out

(01:27:03):
and read or do homework, and then wait for the
time that we could go home. On Halloween that year,
the school was filled with kids and costumes, parents and
parties in many of the classrooms. The sugar content in
the kids was high, and so after the party chaos.
Kids were running to meet their buses and teachers were
winding down their day and cleaning up their classrooms. My

(01:27:26):
mom watched out the window as the buses started to
close their doors and prepare to leave. As the buses left,
peace once again came to the school. A teacher came
to the main office holding the hand of what looked
like a toddler about three years old. The little girl
was crying and said that her mom had put her

(01:27:46):
in the classroom closet and told her to hide and
not come out until the school became quiet. My mom
asked the little girl if she had a brother or
sister that attended the school, and she replied Tricia, and
that she was in kindergarten. My mom ran to the
parking lot flagged down Tricia's school bus and brought her

(01:28:07):
inside of the office and reunited her with her sister.
Tricia came in and was confused to see her little sister.
She asked Penny, what are you doing here and where
is mom? Penny replied, Mommy told me to hide in
the closet. My mom called the mother's house and asked
me in several remaining teachers to roam the school grounds

(01:28:29):
to see if I could find their mother. She assumed
the mother was delayed somewhere in the building, and my
mom repeatedly paged her on the intercom, but no one
was able to make contact with her. That was when
my mom decided to call the police. The police arrived
and questioned the children, and neither knew where their mother

(01:28:49):
had gone. The police, my mom, and other staff took
to the phones to try and contact relatives that were
listed as emergency contacts, but none of them could figure
out where the mother had gone. The afternoon turned the evening,
and finally the police were able to contact the father,
who unfortunately lived several hours away in another state with

(01:29:11):
his new family. My mom and I volunteered to stay
and wait for him, and I then with my mother's urging,
took the kid's trick or treating in the surrounding neighborhood.
Tricia had her Princess Costuman from her earlier class party,
and I took a wool blanket from the nurse's office,
tied it around the toddler's neck, and proclaimed her a superhero,

(01:29:33):
and off we went. As the girls walked hand in hand,
Penny told Tricia that mommy told me that she was
going away forever. Tricia stopped, bent down and asked her
exactly what their mom had said. She replied that mommy
said to hide in the closet and a nice teacher
would eventually find her when it became quiet. She went

(01:29:56):
on to say, mommy told me that she loves us
very much, and then shut the closet door. As we
weaved through the streets gathering candy, we heard a tremendous
car crash close by. It sounded violent and serious, and
sirens wailed for what seemed like forever, and they didn't
seem to stop. It was then that I knew instantly

(01:30:19):
the horrific crash was their mom, and that she was dead.
I took the girl's hands and headed back to the school.
We got back into my mom's office and I pulled
my mom aside and told her what I had heard.
The phone rang a few minutes later. It was the
police headquarters and they informed us that the mother indeed

(01:30:40):
was dead. She drove her car directly into the path
of a sixteen year old student driver and his dad
who was out for driving lessons. She killed them as
well as herself. As we waited for the girl's dad
to arrive, my mom instructed me to not tell the
girls of their mother's death. She explained that it was
in our place to break that kind of news to

(01:31:01):
such young children. I sat silently watching the girls explore
their candy hall, and it was then that I had
to come to the sudden realization that their lives, the
sixteen year old boy's family, and even our own world
would never be the same again. We ordered pizza and
ate it in silence and waited for the dad. Hours passed,

(01:31:26):
We read books in the library, and the girls eventually
fell asleep in the nurse's office, and finally, around nine pm,
the kid's dad walked into the office. The police took
him aside and broke the news that the mother had
taken her own life in the lives of a father
and son who was just out learning how to drive.

(01:31:47):
The father then gathered the children and prepared to leave.
It was then that Tricia realized that something was terribly
wrong and began to cry very hard. Seeing her sister crying,
broke into tears too. Tricia yelled that her mommy wouldn't
miss Halloween. Their father sat on the floor of the office,

(01:32:08):
looked her in the eyes and broke the news that
Mom wasn't coming home again and that they were going
to move to New Jersey with his new family. He
gathered them in his arms and headed to the exit.
The two both wailed for their mom as they left.
My mom turned off the lights, locked the doors, and

(01:32:28):
we headed to the car. The parking lot finally emptied
of cars, and we drove home in silence. My mom
and I began to cry as we drove past the accidency.
Two cars were so entangled that it was impossible to
tell if there was more than a single car. I
thought of the innocent victims who were at the wrong

(01:32:49):
place at the wrong time. I mean, how can a
dad and a boy just learning to drive die by
a woman who wanted to end her own life, why
would she take the lives in it and people too.
Penny and Tricia never came back to that school. I
recently visited with my ninety year old mom and asked

(01:33:10):
her if she remembered Tricia and Penny. She said yes,
that she too, would never forget them over the last
almost fifty years. She wondered why would Tricia's mom allow
her six year old to return to an empty house.
She made sure to place Penny in a safe place,
but never thought of the trauma Tricia would endure waiting

(01:33:31):
in an empty house for her family that wouldn't return.
Tricia and Penny. I hope your life is filled with
love and laughter. I hope the victims of that family
were able to forgive the mother who was just so
distraught that she saw no other way to live. M

(01:34:54):
my number, how my mom, my mom

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