Yaaas. I know sites that hold competitions in October to see who can outdo each other with their own preternatural encounters. It's one of my favourite holiday things. Don't be shy, guys!
THAT HEAD TWIST SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME BECAUSE THE SPEAKERS WERE ON
"CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK"
TURNED THE SPEAKERS DOWN
HER DIVING AT ME SCARED ME ANYHOW
FUCKFUCKFUCK
I tried to stay out of this thread, but Wonderlands...that was absolutely horrifying. I think I was 2.5 seconds from throwing my laptop across the room and into the wall.
Haha, no. I think you won the thread, though. XD I knew what I was in for, but I still was not prepared.
The only thing that prepares you is having seen it a few times, turning your sound off, scrolling very slowly and covering your eyes.
..No I did not just do that. >.>
Alright, here's my contribution (selected semi-randomly) from one of those outdo each other contests I mentioned
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Alright, so this is how I immediately changed stances on whether or not ghosts are real:
When I was 12, my family and I moved from Dallas to Amarillo. While they were still househunting, we were living with my grandparents, in their huge house that they've had since 1950.
Anyways, my brother and I got to bed down in the "Rose Room". It got that name because it always smelled like roses, which was strange, but still, old people. We figured someone dumped a bottle of perfume years ago and never bothered to clean it up. Another interesting tidbit, this room was always about 10 degrees colder than anywhere in the house, in the middle of summer.
The first night we slept there, at about 2 in the morning, I woke up. I wasn't sure why, at first, but it quickly became apparent: There was light in our room. From the light fixture, there was this bizarre greenish sort of bioluminescense creeping its way across the ceiling like... slime mold. Sort of that pattern, if you can picture it.
...And then it started to drip down towards me and my brother. I freaked out a bit, and pegged my older brother with my pillow (I figured he'd know what to do). He woke up, definitely pissed at me, and he said, "Why the hell did you-what the fuck is that?"
Until he said something, the room had been totally silent, eerily lit, and cold as hell. And then suddenly the light vanished, it got warmer, and my brother's bed collapsed.
And we screamed bloody murder until out parents exploded into our room. From that point on, my brother and I slept in the living room, I don't think we've been in there since.
I adore scary stories, and have been stalking this thread since I don't really think any of mine are good (and most would be stolen from Creepypasta) but Wonderlands....I am fricken TERRIFIED to see yours.
I clicked the link and scrolled through as quickly as humanly possible, without reading, just seeing if there were any jumpscares, and the animation still went off. OoO Oh my gawsh, that was horrifying. I am not reading that. Nope, nuh-uh. Not happening.
Someone post more! I just finished Secret Life of Walter Mitty and I am so chill right now. I could see anything scary and be fine. *relaxes in chair* Everyone who said this movie is over rated has no idea what they're talking about. = 3=
I used to tell scary stories all the time as a kid! Here's one I thought up a long time ago (Not sure how scary it's gonna be) :
At the end of Carter Street, there lived a little old woman that everyone called Edna. She was rather friendly, baked everyone goodies and would call everyone "Sweetie". She sat out on her little rocker, humming beautiful songs that she possibly wrote herself.
At night, the street was so black, dank, though, that it was almost eerie. Not for little Edna, though. It was comforting to know the darkness would envelope her.
Until one day, that is.
Her son, Harrison, was a good young fellow with no bad reputation. He had a wife, though, that told a different story. Hiding her cuts, bruises and bumps from the public, she made sure no one thought ill of her husband. Not even his mother, little Edna.
One day, at Christmas time, Harrison and his wife were staying at his mother's little house, for the lived hours and hours away. The whole time traveling there, Harrison would tell his wife how much his mother hated her, how much he hated her.
Then they got there and nothing seemed out of sorts. Edna was so happy, since the only time she saw them was Christmas.
They sat around her small table, and made light conversation. Edna told them how amazed she is that Harrison got such a lovely young woman to be his bride. The wife, though, said very little. Ate very little. Did very little.
At night, as they all went to bed, the young wife said she would like to shower. So, Edna, thinking nothing of it, allowed the young woman to use the shower.
As soon as the water turned on, however, it was a light pink shade. The young wife, not thinking any more than rusted pipes, stripped down for her only relaxation time. As soon as she stepped in, there was a smell so foul she vocalized her distain.
Then the water slowly became pigmented, redder and redder and redder as she struggled to step out.
She screamed, wrapping a towel around her thin body.
There stood a small, child-like formation in the doorway that lead to her and her husband's room.
He asked her if she was his mommy.
She said no.
The small child approached. His eyes were pitch black, nothing existing. There was a large, red stripe that wrapped around his little neck. Bruises covered his body, from head to toe, and his head was missing hair in patches. She was in silent horror of the small child.
He reached out and grabbed her by the hand, and said for her to follow him. She didn't want to, but his grip was so strong she had no choice.
He took her to her husband's room, where he had been stripped and mutilated. He looked at his wife, and begged him for help. The child, though, told her to finish the job, but bring him the man's eyes.
So that's what the wife did- she took the knife the child miraculously gave her, and she ended the rest of her husband's life. Then gouged out his eyes and gave the child his eyes.
The child, then, shoved the eyes into his own sockets and said he could see again. Oh, how good it was to see again!
Yeah it's not that scary, but whatever. I was like 8 when I wrote that.
