The nights are particularly scary considering there’s very little see.
here are the most creepiest real short stories that we will haunt you…
#1. The House With Marked Doors by No_Tale
Mum and Dad replaced the doors. But after the third time, they gave up, as the dark scratches always returned by the next morning. My parents discarded it as something to do with the quality of wood in the area. Dad said he’d order new doors from out of town come the end of the month.
But I couldn’t wait that long.
One night, I decided to stay awake and find out the truth. I put off all the lights, laid in bed with pillow end toward the door, and covered my face with a blanket –leaving a small crack.
Things were quiet for the first hour after twelve. I thought about going to the bathroom just after one. If I decided to go and scared the thing away, then I’d waste hours of sleep. I fought against my bladder and waited.
At two, I heard the first noise. It sounded like something being scraped away. As if someone in the next room worked at the wall with a screwdriver. I held my breath and listened.
It lasted for twenty minutes and by that time I knew something was definitely there. My heart pounded in my chest. I felt like running, but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself unless I knew the truth.
The sound stopped and started in intervals.
I thought about checking on Mum and Dad. But judging from all the other nights, no one would be hurt. Whatever made the scratches was only interested in the walls. And if I waited long enough, maybe I could catch the culprit.
My patience thinned as each minute passed. My bladder throbbed, threatening to burst. I gritted my teeth and squashed my knees together.
Just after three AM, the sound came again and closer. I could see a shadow moving in the darkness of the hallway.
The thing, whatever it was, stopped just steps away.
It scraped at Mum and Dad’s bedroom door. Then it moved toward mine. I readied my hand for the light.
The creature worked at my door, each scratch like chalk on wood. It sounded hungry as if it devoured the grooves.
My heart pounded in my chest, my ears, the back of my head. I wanted to move, but fear held me still. The dark thing shifted along my carpet, breathing in between the screeching sound of it scratching the wood.
It was now or never.
I shot up and flicked on the light, and then cried as I fell back onto my bed.
Mum and Dad scraped at my bedroom door, their eyes blank, nails rimmed with blood, and their mouths speaking soundless words.
#2. Closet light by Evanthenerd83
and dissolved the illusion of darkness with white brilliance. Warm. Inviting. I felt so comfortable that I would forget to turn it off afterwards.
But one night, it turned itself off.
#3. The Prettiest Girl In The Class by Twisting_Straw
During class when I was supposed to be taking notes, on the train we rode after school.
But today I wanted to do more. I hopped off the train when she got off and followed her out of the station and onto the sidewalk.
I made sure to keep my distance.
I wanted to surprise her.
It was pretty hard staying within a good distance of her, though. She kept taking furtive glances back, and I looked down at my phone or pretended to tie my shoe every time she would.
When she unlocked the door and stepped inside her house, I crept to the front stairs. My heart pounded as I rang the doorbell.
A chime sounded from inside and awoke the butterflies in my stomach. Just as I reached again for the doorbell, she opened the door ajar and, recognizing my face, gestured for me to hurry in, promptly closing the door behind me.
“There was a guy,” she paused, “There was a guy following…”
“Yeah, it was me.” The words came out of my mouth before I realized what I had said.
“I know that,” I sighed in relief “But I’m talking about the man behind you.”
The doorbell chimed, and the butterflies in my stomach stood still this time.
#4. Tumbler by Magic-M
A young couple moved into the place around 2004. The young wife was upstairs one day when the husband rang the doorbell for some assistance carrying some boxes inside the front door.
His wife said, “Coming” but then proceeded to take a tumble down the staircase and broke her neck upon hitting the front door which was at the base of the stairs, dying instantly.
The noise alarmed the husband who dropped the boxes and the rest is history.
The husband was heartbroken and never spent another night there, leaving some things behind inside the house.
As with all juicy tales there were follow up stories, and this is where things got weird. Apparently one day a UPS worker walked up the house, mistaking it for the house next door, rang the doorbell to deliver a package and heard someone say “Coming” then a moment later something hit the door hard.
It was late in the afternoon, no lights were on, and dead silence. This alarmed the man, but after asking “Is anyone there?” a few times he realized he was at the wrong address and made the correction.
He told the neighbor, the real recipient of the package, about what had happened and was genuinely shocked when he learned that nobody actually lived there anymore. The neighbor said his pallor went from a natural hue to pure white terror.
This just added to the legend. Around Halloween each year we would have these contests to see who could ring the doorbell, stand there for 2 minutes without getting scared or running away. Nobody ever did it, well not until Casey moved into the neighborhood.
His father was in the Navy and Casey was fearless; all the kids looked up to him. When Casey celebrated hisfirst Halloween with us he accepted the challenge. We watched from across the street.
Hell, we were scared.
Casey walked up the house, rang the doorbell. Nothing happened, but then he reached for the doorknob and walked in, surprising all of us.
“Is he fucking crazy, dude?” I shouted.
Casey was now inside the weirdo house, it was dark but we could see him with his flashlight in the rooms on the second floor. The rest of us looked at each other and said, “Fuck it” and ran across the street to join Casey.
We get to the house and right as we opened the door Casey comes tumbling down the stairs and would have hit the door if we weren’t standing there holding it open.
We picked him up and said, “What the hell happened?”
“I rang the bell, someone said ‘Come in’ so I did” he replied.
“But you fell.”
“Something pushed me, but nobody was up there at all, not a soul.”
#5. The Devil by Alyshia091
This happened to me about a year ago. I woke up in the middle of the night frozen. If I tried to move I’d get a really loud ringing noise in both my ears it would get louder each time I moved. I was terrified.
I was too scared to open my eyes but I felt a presence of someone in the room with me (my room isn’t completely dark because I have a small blue night light).
I open my eyes and see a very tall and dark figure with two horns on each side of his head just standing there in the corner of my room facing me.
I panic and try to move my body the ringing gets louder and louder and louder and I can feel myself crying. I close my eyes and in my head start saying “ God will protect me, God will protect me.”
Then, I hear a low evil voice say “ God can’t help you anymore..”
#6. The Dancing Strangers by Aggressive Stranger
I leave for my bus at 6:30 AM and this was like and other day. I turned the corner and crossed the street to the other side of the sidewalk when I saw about 10-20 yards in front of me a tall outline was what looked like dancing in a circle on the sidewalk.
I thought that was just a drunk guy or crackhead so I decided I would just wait for him to dance away. I stood there for a good five minutes before deciding I would wait for the friend who’s home I was standing in front of came to walk to the bus stop.
I waited another minute before the shape looked at me for about thirty seconds and bolted behind a tree. As it stared at me it gave me the feeling that it was not human. From behind the tree it leaned over and stuck its head out as if it was to see if I was still there, once, twice then it bolted from behind the tree into an empty plot.
I stood there shocked for another minute and a half before my friend walk out the door of his home shook me and said “The fuck are you doing?” then I snapped out of it.
We walked down the street and as I walked past the plot I looked over and saw nothing. There was no where it could’ve gone. To this day I have no fucking clue what that thing was.
#7. The Light by Theshadowsyoufear
We make fun of little kids for one thing; leaving lights on everywhere. They turn lights on in every room as if it’s some sort of security blanket. And if you ever force them to turn them off, they cry and scream and eventually you give in.
The only time they turn them off is with their parents. They feel safe. So very safe. I’m the “monster” that lives in your closet.
I’m friends with the one under your bed and the one in the shadows.
When you see us, you flee to you’re mommy and daddy.
But we’re not here to hurt you.
We’re here to protect you.
If you think we’re scary, just wait till you see their true form. They masquerade as one of you and you can never tell. You humans must be blind. Your true monsters sleep just down the hall.
They pretend to love you but It won’t last. They try to convince us to let them in but don’t worry, we really love you and we will protect you.
So when you see a shadow flit or a figure in the closet, remember, we scary monsters protect you from the human ones.
So you’re safe with us… For now.
#8. Mirror Entity by ParanoidLetters
“Grow up, dude, you’re not a 5 years old. You’re 24!”
That was all they said to me while laughing, as a response to my story.
Well, I had to admit, it was indeed sounded like a typical fear a 5 years old would have.
But I swear to God, it was true!
I couldn’t remember since when my reflection came to life, but I remembered that it wasn’t like that when I was a child.
It was recently, I was sure. And it wasn’t a ghost. Well, your reflection was alive looked like an act of a ghostly thing, but no, mine wasn’t a ghost.
It felt to me as if it was a creature… An entity, who lived behind the mirror.
Or trapped in there.
I couldn’t tell why or how. What I could tell was my reflection was constantly trying to grab me, as if it was going to pull me inside the mirror while jumped out.
Nope! That wasn’t gonna happen. Ever.
Ever since I realized that my reflection was alive and constantly trying to grab me inside the mirror, I always did my best to kept my distance from reflective surfaces. Like, when I brushed my teeth every night, for example. I always stood a few meters from the mirror, so it wouldn’t be able to grab me.
The entity in the mirror was constantly showing a grumpy and angry face every time it was just the two of us in the room.
No matter how I try to smile in front of the mirror, the entity behind it never smiled. Never.
It always looked grumpy and angry.
One day, I took off from my flat for a sightseeing in the mall nearby, when suddenly an earthquake occurred. It was a huge one. Everyone was hysterical. They were running around in panic, looking for a shelter. I ran to cover myself under a table to avoid getting hit by anything that fell.
But I was too late.
I didn’t realize something fell from above me and hit me in the head. I fell down and I groaned from the pain.
As the pain slowly faded, I started looked around. The earthquake had stopped. The mall was slightly dark. The light was out. It was messy in there.
I gasped when I noticed something shiny not far from me. I turned my head and I saw a mirror. Probably from the fitting room near me.
In reflexed, I crawled away as far as I could, even though my head and my legs were hurt.
Right there and then, I saw my reflection in the mirror. For the first time in forever, I saw the entity behind the mirror smiling at me. A devilish smile.
A sense of horror grasped me as I saw the entity waving at me from behind the mirror, as if it was saying goodbye.
#9. The Writing On The Wall by Erlendj
happening when his door swung open to reveal a murderer carrying corpses of his parents. After silently propping them up
on a chair, he wrote something on the wall in the blood of the dead bodies. He then hid under the child’s bed.
The child got scared beyond belief. He couldn’t read the writing on the wall and he knew the man was under his bed. Like
any child, he pretended that he slept through the whole thing and hadn’t woken up yet. He lay still as the bodies, quietly
hearing the breathes from under his bed.
An hour passed, and his eyes got adjusted to the darkness. He tried making out the words, but it was a struggle. He gasped
when he finally read out the sentence.
‘I know you’re awake’ he read as he felt something shift underneath his bed.
#10. Closet light by Evanthenerd83
I felt so comfortable that I would forget to turn it off afterwards.
But one night, it turned itself off.
#11. How I Sleep by SergeantDamon
I rarely sleep alone. Not that I have a choice in the matter. The night always starts and for that matter always ends the same. Knock back a few sleeping pills, take off my socks and let myself get drowsy. Couldn’t tell you why I even take them still, the pills that is.
I’m a creature of habit you could say. Then again so is she.
I guess you could also say we’re inseparable, not that I planned it that way, that’s just how it is now. Every night I wait and every night her face appears. No matter how badly I clog myself with prescription pills I can feel her arrival.
Sometimes she’s just a face, sometimes just a jaggedly rearranged torso. I couldn’t tell you what’s worse; her wide eyed contorted look of hatred or that delirious look of malignant joy spattered across it’s twisted face.
It paces too. Or it glides like it’s on a conveyor belt back and forth. Her eyes never leaving mine. Eyes wild with rage.
The nights when the body of the thing lays itself beside me, to find us face to face with her lips agape, as if she was mimicking my horrified reaction is beyond description. My whole body becomes liquefied with fear and I bolt upright to escape but never make it past my bedroom door. My legs fail me and I’m suddenly a heap by my dresser drawer. That’s when she kneels, purses her fat purple lips and utters the only words I’ve ever heard her say since that night.
“You shouldn’t have killed me.”
#12. The Old Man In The Well by Hotblooded1988
Keith was 12 the first time the old man in the well spoke to him. Keith was out playing after dark on the family’s small farm near the well. The old well had beams supporting a rope and pulley with a bucket attached, even though Keith was told that well ran dry before he was born.
Suddenly he heard someone say his name in a slow raspy voice. Keith whirled around and saw no one. A look of confusion spread across his face as he heard it again.
This time, it was said with more force and a bit louder. The voice sounded like one of the old farmers who liked to smoke, thought Keith.
Looking down the well, Keith heard the same voice asking, “Have you got anything tasty?”. Keith couldn’t see anything past the first 12 or so feet down the well, even though it was a full moon.
“Who are you? How’d you get down there?”, Keith asked.
“If you give me something tasty, I’ll reward you”, replied the voice.
All Keith had were some cookies he had stuffed in his pocket as he left to play. He put those in the bucket and it lowered it. He had lowered it nearly 40 feet and was literally at the end of his rope when he no longer felt the weight of the bucket on the rope.
20 seconds passed and he felt the weight of the bucket again and began to pull the bucket up.
As he finished the pulling the bucket up to the top he heard the voice say, “No nice.” Keith saw a reflection in the
bucket and saw a rectangular piece of silver metal, about the size of an army dog tag. It was completely flat and smooth.
“Want fresh!” the voice said. Even though Keith tried to talk to the old man again there was no response.
Keith made up a story about where he found the metal and took it to his father who took it into town and confirmed it was an ounce of pure silver.
After that, Keith kept it a secret. It took a while to discover that the old man was only there the night of full moons.
Keith quickly learned that only live things he put in the well would be rewarded, but only once for each item and once every full moon. So one of each kind of animal was lowered down the well and rewarded.
Keith now had a cigar box mostly full of silver pieces by the time he was 16, but had run out of different animals to get rewarded for.
It was around this time that a local farmhand went missing. It was also the same time that Keith was rewarded with gold pieces for the first time. Once Keith took over the farm, temp workers seemed to vanish every now and then without explanation from the farm.
The old man had finally found something tasty enough to always reward.
#13. Wedding Day by Twisting_Straw
I proposed after we graduated from college and we planned our future together.
But things have changed since then; she’s been acting strange lately. In bed she’d toss and turn all night, muttering under her breath.
Some nights I’d hear other strange noises, like faint screams.
I still loved her, though.
We decided to get married at our local church. Before I knew it, I was waiting at the altar for her to walk down the aisle.
I nodded to the priest and signaled to the men sitting in the front row.
We pinned her on top of the altar as the priest wrapped her arms and legs in chains. She hissed and howled, her body writhing in agony.
The priest grasped the crucifix in front of her face and began the recitation.
I wasn’t going to let her go.
I wanted my wife back.
#14. BFF’s by RoseCruz94
My best friend has been mean and distant lately and I don’t know why, I’ve been nothing but a good friend to the very end. It started off with her ignoring my texts so I tried calling her for a while before she blocked my number. As confused as I was, I tried to tell myself that there had to be a good reason for her hurtful actions.
So, I tried messing her on Facebook today…not surprised she told me to stop messaging her and that “this wasn’t funny” when I told her that I had no idea what she was talking about and all I wanted to do was fix whatever it was that was wrong; she went crazy stating that this was cruel and a “bad joke”. I don’t know how many times I’ve told her that the accident wasn’t her fault and that I’m scared, lost and needed her now more than ever.
Now she said we’re best friends FOREVER and I intend to keep it that way whether she likes it or not! I just really need my friend, being dead is so lonely. I’ll be making a visit real soon, then we can be together forever…
#15. Blurry by Thatonecricket101
I got my first pair of glasses last week. My parents didn’t think I needed them at first, but the doctor said that there was something wrong with more than just my eyes that was apparently pretty common, and that I needed specially prescribed glasses “for my own good”.
He said that many people were never given the chance to see the way I would, so I was lucky to get them. I thought he meant cars and faraway words would become less blurry, but over the span of a couple of days, many more things have become more clear. I started seeing nightmare creatures. All around.
I’d never seen them there before, like in the corners of my room and in darkened parking lots. I took my glasses off for the first time today. And let me just say it’s amazing how quickly demons and creatures turn into trees and shadows.
I know I’m not seeing the truth. But I’m a simple person. I’d rather things remain blurry, just the way it is for everyone else.
#16. My Husband Was Never A Romantic Man by WinterTragedy
My husband greeted me as I walked through the door today. He had a bouquet of roses, and dinner was waiting on the table.
It would have been romantic if I hadn’t just arrived home from identifying his body at the morgue.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
#17. That Damned Mirror by Lukkynumber
After several giddy minutes spent making silly faces with my son, I sighed and held him close, and smiled. I looked at our reflections in the mirror, in awe of the perfect little cherub I was blessed with.
“That’s my boy”, I said matter-of-factly, pointing to my son’s reflection while beaming with pride.
My reflection flickered momentarily, before an unearthly hand stretched out from the glass and plucked my son from my lap.
“No, that is MY boy”, a guttural voice declared.
#18. The Paper Airplane by Basement Writer
There was a man and woman carrying boxes into the house, they must’ve been a couple. My eyes travelled to the neighbors’ vacant, upstairs bedroom window which was directly across from mine. It was open, and inside was a girl who looked about my age.
She saw me, and motioned for me to open my window, so I did. She leaned out the window, curved her hand around her mouth and whispered to me, “Nice to meet you, I’m Sarah.”
I laughed, “Nice to meet you Sarah, I’m Sam.”
She smiled, “Keep your window open” she said, and moved out of sight.
I was confused, “Keep my window open?” She returned with something in her hand, then tossed it over to me, it was a paper airplane. It slowly and gently made its way through my window, onto my floor behind me.
I walked over and picked it up. On top was written “Open”.
I opened it and there was a message “Hey Sam, I’ll come over tonight and introduce myself!”
I thought it was a bit strange and wrote back “Come over tonight? What do you mean?”
I turned around to toss it back but, she wasn’t there. The window was still open so I tossed it in anyway, thinking she’ll reply sooner or later.
It was late into the evening, and still no reply from Sarah. My mom invited the new neighbors over for dinner, I figured this is what Sarah meant by coming over tonight.
“Honey come down for dinner!” my mom shouted.
I went downstairs into the dining room to sit at the table but, I didn’t see Sarah, just her parents. I couldn’t help but ask, “Where’s Sarah?” The man and woman stared at me as if I said something out of place, “Excuse me?” the man said. I repeated myself, “Sarah, your daughter?”
The woman put her hands up covering her mouth, tears flowed down her face. The man stood, “Our daughter died a year ago in an accident. I don’t know what you’re up to, but that’s enough.”
They both left the house immediately, mom glared at me, “Why would you do that son? Just go to your room!”
A flurry of confusion was spinning in my head, I couldn’t speak. I made my way back to my room, turned on my light and lay on my bed. Then a paper airplane flew through my window, elegantly landing on my floor. I picked it up and looked out my window.
Sarah was standing in the darkness of her room.
My heart was pounding. She moved closer until the moonlight hither face, her eyes dark, and skin grey. I looked down to read the message.
My lights flickered off, the floorboards behind me squeaked, a dark whisper into my ear, “Sam”.
#19. We Didn’t Question Why by Movie Man
We didn’t question why the shopkeeper in town didn’t have eyebrows or hair on his head. We didn’t question why he looked so strangely (greedily) at us.
We didn’t question why the gas at the station we stopped at was so (lure in travellers) cheap.
We didn’t question why the clerk at the station (where are her eyebrows and hair) insisted on making a phonecall in the back before ringing us up.
We didn’t question why the (funny) man outside by our car let us know that the sun was going down.
We didn’t question why so many (bald) people stood on the street, watching us frantically leave their town behind.
We didn’t question why we began pulling our hair out or why we decided to turn around and head back to town.
We knew why.
#20. Go To Bed by EvanTheNerd83
Jacob decided to stay at home when his mother went out. She told him to go to bed at eleven but unfortunately, he couldn’t hear her over the sound of his music. Jacob haphazardly waved his mother goodbye as she closed the door.
Jacob spent an hour and a half playing with his phone.
He even texted his best friend for a while until she no longer replied. He didn’t pay any attention to the time. Until his phone battery hit 10%.
Jacob realized that his mother never called or texted him in all the time that he had his phone.
Jacob sent her a text.
He was confused as to why she wouldn’t answer him. She always answered her phone. His confusion chilled intoconcern as night fell and midnight rose.
He sent another.
“Mom? Where are you?”
Again. No answer.
A familiar voice rang out from behind the couch. It sounded like his mother’s, but it wasn’t. Not entirely. It was warped.
Crinkling like folded tin foil. Jacob jumped and spun around.
Only for thick black hair to consume his sight.
“Why haven’t you gone to bed?”