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📢📢Winners of Horror Story & Prank Contest:👇👇

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Stella Smith

🎃Second Prize:

Lucky Iris

🎃Third Prize:




Walt Johnson

Andrew Hull

Hiram Mariner

Phillip Rodgers

Craig Adam Sadur



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👻👻Halloween Horror Story&Prank Contest------10.15-10.31

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Ricky Parish

I was performing one night with my Band at a bar in Orange County California. We took a break. I went into the men’s room. There was an old man in the restroom. He looked very old. Overweight, ruddy red faced complexion. I tried to ignore him, but he in a very creepy possessed voice said some profanity to me. His voice was like a demon’s! I got out of there in a Hurry! I returned to the stage and shared it with my Band Mates. One of them went to investigate my encounter. There was no one in the restroom! The evil man had disappeared!

Mauricio Pena

I went to “sleep” so I would not go to the grocery store with my family. I actually fell asleep and no one was home. We had a piano that was my great grandma’s. All of the sudden I heard some notes. No one but me was home. I thought at first that it was my imagination, but then again I heard a low note coming from the room where the piano was. I went as quickly and silently as possible to the kitchen to grab a knife. I waited outside the room and waited until I would hear another note playing. All of the sudden I heard a low key playing very hard and I got really really nervous. I jumped in with the knife in my hand to scare a ghost or whatever was playing the piano away. It was one of our cats. Yes, for some reason in my mind I pictured stabbing a ghost. I miss being a kid lol. Joke was on me, I guess I deserved it for avoiding my responsibilities or doing people some favors!


A girl at work used to eat all the candy we would put out for guests , so I went to joke store and got fish and garlic candy. The candies taste good at first but then the gross parts hits she got sick in the lobby and stopped eating the candy.

Chris Kujawa

I live in Osaka, Japan and often use the subway to go to work in the morning. One day, when I was waiting for the train, I noticed a homeless man standing in a corner of the subway station, muttering to himself as people passed by. He was holding out a cup and seemed to be begging for spare change.

A fat woman passed by the homeless man and I distinctly heard him say, “Pig.”

Wow, I thought to myself. This homeless man is insulting people and he still expects them to give him money?

Then a tall businessman went by and the homeless guy muttered, “Human.”

Human? I can’t argue with that. Obviously, he was human.

The next day, I arrived early at the subway station and had some time to kill, so I decided to stand close to the homeless man and listen to his strange mutterings.

A thin, haggard-looking man passed in front of him and I heard the homeless guy mutter, “Cow.”

Cow? I thought. The man was much too skinny to be a cow. He looked more like a turkey or a chicken to me.

A minute or so later, a fat man went by and the homeless man said, “Potato.”

Potato? I was under the impression that he called all fat people “Pig”.

That day, at work, I couldn’t stop thinking about the homeless man and his puzzling behavior. I kept trying to find some logic or pattern in what he was muttering.

Perhaps he has some kind of psychic ability, I thought. Maybe he knows what these people were in a previous life. In Japan, many people believe in reincarnation.

I observed the homeless man many times and began to think my theory was right. I often heard him calling people things like “Rabbit” or “Onion” or “Sheep” or “Tomato”.

One day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to ask him what was going on.

As I walked up to him, he looked at me and said “Bread.”

I tossed some money into his cup and asked him if he had some kind of psychic ability.

The homeless man smiled and said, “Yes, indeed. I do have a psychic ability. It is an ability I obtained years ago. But it is not what you might expect. I can’t tell the future or read minds or anything like that.”

“Then what is your ability?” I asked eagerly.

“The ability is merely to know the last thing somebody ate,” he said.

I laughed because I realized he was right. He said “Bread.” The last thing I had eaten for breakfast that day was toast. I walked away shaking my head. Of all the psychic abilities someone could have, that one must be the most useless.

Timothy Dunaway

One Halloween I was playing my Donner Guitar at a gig. Suddenly everyone started eating each other. I unplugged my Donner Guitar and used it as a way to beat a path to freedom.

Then, I went to my basement and played some more. It wasn’t even out of tune.

Rein Johnson

This is a true story. When I was a kid, I had an imaginary friend. She was young and had wavy, blonde hair and wore an old-timey nightgown. She didn’t speak, but I could hear her giggle all around me sometimes, and she would whisper “shhh” whnd she wanted my attention. We played together every day until I was around 10 or 11 and i moved away. I have since grown and, when I reflect on our time together, I think differently of the little, sandy-haired girl. She wasn’t a figure of my imagination. Sue was something else. She showed me things that, at the time, were seen differently than I view them now as an adult. I remember a man in a grey uniform, underneath the tree in the field. He was sleeping. We skipped around his leather, black boots, trying not to wake him. Now I wonder, would he wake? I see him now as a lost soldier of the Confederacy. A glimpse into my southern home’s haunting past. I remember she and I, running in the woods, young men, strangers, hiding behind trees with us. Was this a playful hide and seek game, with everyone whispering about, as I had thought, or was this an advancing army, trudging forward, cautiously, moving into unknown territory. Was she showing me something the land remembered? Residual hauntings of the times before. She, being just a child, must’ve thought we were playing games and trying to not wake the sleeping man, too, but, as an adult, I see a bigger, more haunting image. I returned to my childhood home a few years ago. I slept in the same room, my room, now filled with my nephew’s noisy toys. My door wouldn’t stay latched. The toys went off all night. I always find myself wondering, is she still trying to play with me? I feel sad. She must wonder why I can’t see her anymore. Does she miss me? I miss her. I wish we could’ve grown up together, but, like the man in the field and the soldiers in the woods, she, too, must be stuck in time. As children live and grow in that neighborhood, I hope she can find comfort with their playful energy around, but I cannot see her anymore. Still though, I can walk in that house today, and I can feel when she’s there and when she isn’t…

Alex Sapadin

One time I invited a girl I fancied to a show I was playing. She lit up at the invitation, obviously excited, and asked if she could bring a few friends.

At the show I decided to debut a new song (one that just so happened to be about her). The crowd loved it. The girl I invited spent the full length of the song dancing and swaying, her arms over the shoulder of the two friends she had brought along.

After the show her and one of her two friends, Mike, walked up. They were both beaming and sweaty. She gave me a long hug (unprecedented) and thanked me. Mike shook my hand, ecstatic, and told me my new song had inspired him to finally be honest about his feeling. The girl I fancied grabbed Mikes hand and swooned. “We’re dating. And it’s all thanks to you”


Last year my 88-year-old mom wanted to give candy, but she was worried about covid. I put a bowl of candy on her steps. I moved two rocking chairs to look out a big window next to her front door. I turned off the inside lights so we could see outside. As we sat in the dark, we each held an electric candle. The candlelight shining up on our faces was a spooky look.

When kids ran up for candy, they stopped when they were close enough to see us. It surprised them to see two old faces grinning at them from the dark, rocking backward and forward. But we shouted “Happy Halloween!” through the window. And they shouted “Trick or Treat!” back to us. And they were only scared for one second. But a couple of little kids didn’t want the candy after they saw us.


In the medical imaging world we’ve seen some things. Sometimes things go where they’re not supposed to, sometimes things bend the way they’re not supposed to. But this story is like nothing I’ve ever seen. The patient came in with a pain through her entire body, a pain that she said she had felt since birth, but recently has gotten worse. Tests were run and nothing came back positive. She had seen specialist after specialist.
Finally they sent her to my department to get a CT scan. She was writhing in agony on my table, saying the pain had spread through her body rushing through her bones. When I started the IV I was shocked at how her blood flushed back, it wasn’t liquid, it was almost as if it were solid red pellets. I put her in the machine and pushed the contrast through her veins as she screamed in horror. What I saw on the screen was something I had never seen before. Her blood had been replaced by over a billion tiny spiders. The radiation they were exposed to made them increase in size and her body ripped open. I took off and ran, I was the only survivor in the hospital that day

Craig Adam Sadur

There was a man in the 1500a who lived in a small village in Russia. The man loved his simple village life. In the morning he would feed his chickens and eat a simple egg breakfast. At night he would sing his children to sleep and put the horses away for the night . One night while closing the stables he heard a strange noise. He followed the noise down to the stream. At the edge of the stream there was a man who looked sickly. He approached the man and noticed something odd about the man. The man had no skin was was just blood and bones. Upon noticing this the man tried to run but the bloody man grabbed him and threw him in an open grave and buried him alive. To this Fay the man is stuck in his grave. If you listen carefully you can hear his bloody screams on a full moon.


I got married and honeymooned in the most haunted hotel in the United States.
Now I’m divorced and she makes life a nightmare every chance she gets.
But this horror story has a happy ending; I found my partner in crime that has made my life feel like a dream!! I now have so much Hope for the future!

Richard Surratt

A woman had a recurring dream of a certain house for sale. She desired it very much. One day while driving through the countryside, the exact house was spotted! Eagerly approaching the door and banging loudly to arouse the occupants, she inquired as to the sale of the house. “Oh,” said the owner, “we cannot sell this house, as it is haunted . . . by YOU.”

Brian Alsbury

Becoming a Dad was wild for me because I am Wild. So, one day I’m in the bath and my wife hands me my son who was about one year old. We were having fun and I was bouncing him up and down and the little bugger shit right on me ! I looked him in the eyes and said “One day I will pay you back” !!! When he was 6 years old he was in the bath with his sister who was one year and a half old. I took a Halloween size O’Henry and slipped it in the water and it started floating towards him. I said "Looks like your sister left you a present " as he pushed himself as far back as he could. I said " I’ll get that for you" and picked it up and took a bite !!! He screamed MOM so loud as I finished the chocolate bar. He is now in his 30s and swears it is to this day the Best prank ever played on him and swears if he ever has 2 kids he will repeat that prank……..Brian

Kim J

Based on true events:
There once was a girl who was very sensitive to the spirits. Her name was Amy. Amy was one who could enter into a house and tell just by feeling and guaging the atmosphere she could tell ya if it was haunted or not. One day she was visiting her sister and her neices in their home and she had one of those creepy senses up and down her spine that made her feel uncomfortable. And she pointed to the children’s room. This is when her sister told her the story. Her sister, Bree said she bought the house with the furniture still in it. Come to find out from her neighbors the old owners just up and left one night. Well it wasn’t until a few months later when Bree was home alone with the babies late at night and Bree just put them down in their cribs to sleep. When all of a sudden her TV started flashing and this devilish creature appeared on the screen and from the corner of her eye she saw two black shadows go from the children’s bathroom to their cribs. Making the babies scream cry instantly; to a point of running out of breath kind of cry. But then God! Bree immediately got down on her knees and prayed. This is when the TV and the babies cry went off and the babes went back to sleep as though nothing happened. As Bree saw in the corner of her eye white lights that went in the same but opposite direction the shadows came from. As soon as, Amy heard this, is when she knew that what she sensed in that house was indeed correct. That there were demonic spirits haunting that place and they were not happy to have anyone living there. It wasn’t much longer when Bree moved from that place.

Brett Anderson

Way back in 2010 I had been deployed to Afghanistan. My wife had a general idea that I would be returning home soon, but I was assigned to a unit that required our dates be kept secret (don’t read to much into that, its fairly common). We got back just before midnight on the 30 of October. By the time we had unloaded and inventoried and secured our equipment it was nearly noon on the 31st and I was exhausted. So I hatched a surprise. I got a buddy to take me to the store and found a mask to wear—It was a giant golfball head, that’s all that was left on Halloween. I went back to the arms room and slept until evening. When I knew all the kids were out trick or treating I walked back to our neighborhood on post. I milled around with the hundreds of kids and families in our neighborhood. I finally spoted my wife with our two youngest. I actually followed them around for a while and chatted with my wife—NO CLUE IT WAS ME! I figured our oldest was at home handing out candy, so I went there and trick-or-treated. He looked at me odd since I was an adult. When he asked, “Well where’s your bag,” I took off the mask. Totally surprise! So we waited until the others got back. My wife was a about to get onto our oldest wen she saw there was a man in a golfball mask sitting on the couch. So I took off the mask to surprise the rest of them. Most fun I ever had on halloween!

Jason Wilson

My sister used to love her ouija board. She used it almost everyday. One day she got a disturbing reading and vowed to never use it again. She tore it up into pieces and threw it away. I then went to the store and bout several new boards. I then put new board in the passenger seat of her car. She found it and freaked out. She threw that one away. I then snuck into her room and placed another board. She freaked even more. She then started to believe the board was haunting her. I did this one more time before telling her my evil prank. She was not happy with me at the time but years later we both laugh about it.

David Young

One time as a kid I woke up in the middle of the night to a coyote howling right outside my window. It was blood curdlingly loud, and I laid there in bed, frozen and terrified. After a few minutes, I heard something coming from the living room that sounded like a magazine slapping down on the coffee table. I thought, “Oh good, someone’s awake. I’ll go hang out with them for a bit till I calm down”. I go into the living room, and the light’s on, magazine on the table, but no one is there. Everyone in the house was still asleep.

Ruben Carbajal

I once rented a small, single-room apartment. One night, after waking from a nightmare, I noticed the shadowy outlines of a boy sitting at the edge of my bed. He stared at me, unmoving. Half-asleep, my eyes searched the room to find everything in its place. However, when I looked at the edge of my bed, the boy was still there, staring. I called out to him, but he didn’t respond. Rubbing my eyes, I looked to the bed again. The boy remained. Gaining my courage, I sat up and reached out towards the shadow. As I did, the apparition disintegrated before my eyes.
Later, when I moved out of the apartment, I asked the manager if anyone had ever reported anything strange happening in my room.
“Strange?” she responded, “Like what?”
“Like…a ghost?”
“Funny you should say that. The last person who lived in your room told me he had seen the ghost of a little boy.”

Phillip Rodgers

I was on stage using my new Donner guitar pedals. Everyone was going wild at the sounds I was getting. I couldn’t believe how easily I was achieving the tones I’ve always wanted. All of a sudden, I woke up and realized it was just a dream! I checked the Donner website to place an order and found they stopped making guitar pedals! Nooooooo!!!!! How will I get the great tone I’m looking for???!!! Then I suddenly woke up! This time I was awake for real. I had a dream within a dream! I checked the Donner website and they had all of the great guitar pedals I wanted. Man, what a nightmare…but it ended happily!

Hiram Mariner


THE DOCTOR WAS HIS MOTHER!!!! Have a happy and safe Halloween!


One rainy Halloween night, a Father and his son left the house on their way to a Halloween party. Halfway to the party, a black cat with glowing green eyes ran out in front of them and the Father swerved to miss the cat. Because of the wet street, the car began the fishtail out of control and the car went down an embankment and hit a tree. The Father was killed instantly and the son was critically injured. A oncoming car just happened to see the car swerving out of control and go over the embankment. He called 911 and an ambulance arrived and rushed the son to the emergency room. As the son lay on the table fighting for his life, the doctor on call rushed in. Upon seeing the boy, the doctor said, I can’t operate on this boy, he’s my son. How is that possible?


On Monday, I came up with the perfect plan. No one even knew we were friends.On Tuesday, he stole the gun from his dad.On Wednesday, we decided to make our move during the following day’s pep rally.On Thursday, while the entire school was in the gym, we waited just outside the doors. I was to use the gun on whoever walked out first. Then he would take the gun and go into the gym blasting.I walked up to Mr. Quinn the guidance counselor and shot him in the face three times. He fell back into the gym, dead. The shots were deafening. We heard screams in the auditorium.No one could see us yet. I handed him the gun and whispered, “your turn.” He ran into the gym and started firing. I followed a moment after.He hadn’t hit anyone yet. Kids were scrambling and hiding. It was mayhem.I ran up behind him and tackled him. We struggled. I wrenched the gun out of his hands, turned it on him, and killed him. I closed his mouth forever.On Friday, I was anointed a hero.It was indeed the perfect plan.

Jeff Eckstein

Way back when I was just a pre-teen me and four of my buddies would all go out trick or treating together. There was one house I’ve our neighborhood, down at the end of the street, which wasn’t very well lit. We were told not to go there because you couldn’t get any candy and the old grouch who lived there would scare us away. Well, we thought we would check it out for ourselves. We went to the house and as we got on the porch, the grouch who was dressed in dark clothing, was sitting on a chair in the corner of his porch. We didn’t notice him until he jumped and yelled “BOO” at us! We all took off running. After we regrouped, we decided to go back there with a surprise of our own. We loaded up with some eggs and water balloons and headed back. This time, when the grouch jumped up, we pelted him good with a barrage of eggs and water balloons. He looked like soggy egg omelette. We all took off running and he gave chase but never caught us. Needless to say, the old grouch never tried to scare trick or treaters again!

Andrew Hull

Horror story, based on true events:
One day, a guy was walking alone in the woods, it was a rainy & stormy night. He had stumbled upon an empty cabin in the woods, it looked creepy & it seemed like no one has used it in years. He was about to walk past it until he noticed there was a faint light glowing inside. Intrigued, he decide to open the door to the cabin. As the door opened with a mighty creak that would send chills down your bones, he called out “Is anyone here”? The only response he got was his own echo from the desolate walls. He decided to continue further & as he walked, the floorboards creaked and moaned. Proceeding further into the house, he approached the end of a hallway, the faint light just around the corner. He thought to himself "What could it be? Could it be a lamp, a reflection of the moonlight? Or what if it was something more terrifying, like a ghost or an evil monster with glowing eyes? He carefully but slowly looked around the corner, his body shaking, prepared for the worst.
It turned out that it was just a cellphone lying on the ground. “Phew!” He exclaimed as he picked up the phone. When he looked at the phone, it showed him that his new product from Donner had been lost in shipping.
It is said that some nights, while walking alone in the woods, you can still hear the cry of anguish of the person whose music gear got lost in shipping.

Matthew Hardy

I had a moment a few years back while Trick or Treating with my kids. We were going door to door for a while & my old bones caught up with me. I decided to wait on the sidewalk & rest instead of going up to each door with him. That was a mistake. My son was wearing a Spider-Man costume we bought from a big box store. As it turns out, a lot of other kids were also wearing the same costume. So, when a group kids came back from getting candy I grabbed the hand of Spider-Man & started walking toward the next house. I got about 30 feet before a frantic mom ran up to me, tugging on my son’s arm, & accusing me of kidnapping her kid. After a very brief but tense back & forth she pulled off his mask & sure enough, it was not a face I recognized. I look up & there’s my kid, still waiting on the sidewalk watching the whole thing. I felt like such an idiot & Ill never forget the look that mom gave me as she walked away with her kid. Moral of the story, if youre child is going to wear a mask, maybe think about also making them wear a name tag.


Once on a school trip with four of us in a hotel room, one of the four decided to go to sleep early. To prank him, the other three of us set the clock ahead to right before the alarm was to go off. When the alarm went off, we all pretended to wake up and start getting dressed, and the guy who had actually been asleep woke up and went to take a shower. Once he started the shower, we set the clock back to the correct time and went to sleep.

John Ivey

I do not observe Halloween as a night for scary things to be honored. But I do have a story where someone was scared. I was at a church youth camp. One night someone was sent on an errand before the service was dismissed. Before they got back, we had dismissed and went down a hill to the lakeside as a group. Upon returning to the empty open-air building, the person actually thought the Rapture of the Saints had happened and that they had missed it.


One night, when I was maybe 10-12, I had trouble falling asleep. My bedroom was the entire top floor of our house with my bed and such being on the left side and storage closets and a play area being on the right. I was lying in bed when I heard a noise from the other side of the room and see a rocking horse begin to rock. It was sitting just outside one of the storage closet doors. It proceeded to rock its way halfway across the room and stopped dead under the ceiling light. At this point I was freaking out and just buried my head under my blankets and never peeked out again until morning.

It was all confirmed to not be a dream as the rocking horse was still in the middle of my room when I woke up. Furthermore, I got a stern reprimand from my parents for being up out of bed playing with my toys well past my bedtime. Their bedroom was directly below the storage closet/play area and had heard the creaking of the rocking horse shuffling across the room.


One night, when I was maybe 10-12, I had trouble falling asleep. My bedroom was the entire top floor of our house with my bed and such being on the left side and storage closets and a play area being on the right. I was lying in bed when I heard a noise from the other side of the room and see a rocking horse begin to rock. It was sitting just outside one of the storage closet doors. It proceeded to rock its way halfway across the room and stopped dead under the ceiling light. At this point I was freaking out and just buried my head under my blankets and never peeked out again until morning.

It was all confirmed to not be a dream as the rocking horse was still in the middle of my room when I woke up. Furthermore, I got a stern reprimand from my parents for being up out of bed playing with my toys well past my bedtime. Their bedroom was directly below the storage closet/play area and had heard the creaking of the rocking horse shuffling across the room.

Russ Wood

The world had come to an end. I was the last man on Earth, I survived because I’d been holed up in my basement music room. A bunker of sorts, shielding me from the devastation. When I ventured out I found nothingness, no birds, no humans, no life as we know it. Civilization had ended. I returned to my haven, content that I had music, a peace for my soul. I played and played by candlelight until my fingers bled. Then sat in silence, trying to comprehend nothingness. Suddenly a bump in the night! A rattling at my door, followed by an ear shattering shriek not of this world or any other. I was not alone. In an instant I went from peaceful solitude to fearful prey. What is it? Where is it? As the last bit of candlelight flickered, something grasped my arm…

Walt Johnson

We are here at Donner’s site because we all love music, right? But be careful and be warned, there IS music out there that might give you more than you asked for. One night while listening to Enigma’s album MCMXC a.D., I began to breathe in time to the music’s rhythm as the background voice on the 1st track suggests. I was in bed next to my wife, and as I breathed, I noticed strange black and yellow shadows forming in the room outside our bedroom door. As I raised my head up off my pillow to look at this phenomenon, trying to work out just WHAT was going on out there, I suddenly became aware of a large, hulking, shadowy black…shape(!) silently standing right next to my side of the bed. On my back and completely vulnerable, I saw no option for escape, so I threw my headphones at it and buried my head in my wife’s back and began to pray. It must have worked…I am still here!


I hate it when my brother Charlie has to go away. My parents constantly try to explain to me how sick he is. That I am lucky for having a brain where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like undammed rivers. When I complain about how bored I am without a little brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering his confine to a dark room in an institution. I always beg for them to give him one last chance. Of course, they did at first. Charlie has been back home several times, each shorter in duration than the last. Every time without fail, it all starts again. The neighbourhood cats with gouged out eyes showing up in his toy chest, my dad’s razors found dropped on the baby slide in the park across the street, mom’s vitamins replaced by bits of dishwasher tablets. My parents are hesitant now, using “last chances” sparingly. They say his disorder makes him charming, makes it easy for him to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for him into thinking he is ready for rehabilitation. That I will just have to put up with my boredom if it means staying safe from him. I hate it when Charlie has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he is back.

Lucky Iris

“When my daughter was 2, I found her twirling paper towel tubes, tied with twine, in the air. I asked her what she was doing. She said she was practicing her “nun chucks”. I was very confused as she’d have no way of knowing what they were. I asked her what she meant and she said that Adam had told her how to make them and showed her each night how to use them. She went on to say that Adam told her to practice because she may need to know how to defend herself someday. I almost freaked out, but asked her what Adam looked like. She said he was tall, blond, and had blue eyes. She said,”Mommy, you KNOW how he looks – you know him! He died of a headache.” I had to leave the room.You see, 4 months before she was born, my tall, blonde, blue eyed, martial arts-pro friend had died of a brain aneurysm at the age of 27. She has not spoken of him since that day, so I’m not sure if I scared her with my reaction or if she had completed her lessons.”

Jennifer Thedell

I was decorating my house for Halloween. I bought a shower curtain with a silhouette of a man with a knife. It was just a silly plastic shower curtain, but it got everyone! Everytime you walked down the hall you would see the shadow of a person and your heart would raise that someone was in the bathroom for a split second until you realized it was just the curtain. We kept it up for the one season and never put it up again. Halloween decorating joke was on me.

Kurt Weber

We bought an old house, my boyfriend and I. He’s in charge of the “new” construction – converting the kitchen in to the master bedroom for instance, while I’m on wallpaper removal duty. The previous owner papered EVERY wall and CEILING! Removing it is brutal, but oddly satisfying. The best feeling is getting a long peel, similar to your skin when you’re peeling from a sunburn. I don’t know about you but I kinda make a game of peeling, on the hunt for the longest piece before it rips.Under a corner section of paper in every room is a person’s name and a date. Curiosity got the best of me one night when I Googled one of the names and discovered the person was actually a missing person, the missing date matching the date under the wallpaper! The next day, I made a list of all the names and dates. Sure enough each name was for a missing person with dates to match. We notified the police who naturally sent out the crime scene team. I overhead one tech say “yup, it’s human.” Human? What’s human? “Ma’am, where is the material you removed from the walls already? This isn’t wallpaper you were removing.”


I was at a haunted house attraction with my friend who wore a costume that night. Every single actor from the haunted house zoned in on her and scared her, where-ever we went from haunted scene to haunted scene. There was even an actor who had a very good looking scary zombie wolf costume who stared her down in her face while we were waiting in line to get into the haunted house attraction and it brought her to a few tears in her eyes.


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It has been said that the definition of insanity is “doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results”. I understand the sentiment behind the saying, but it’s wrong.I entered the building on a bet. I was strapped for cash and didn’t buy into the old legends of the hotel to begin with, so fifty bucks was more than enough to get me do it. It was simple. Just reach the top floor, the 45th floor, shine my flashlight from a window.The hotel was old and broken, including the elevator, so that meant hiking up the stairs. So up the stairs I went. As I reached each platform, I noted the old brass plaques displaying the floor numbers. 15, 16, 17, 18. I felt a little tired as I crept higher, but so far, no ghosts, no cannibals, no demons. Piece of cake.I can’t tell you how happy I was as I entered that last stretch of numbers. I joyfully counted them aloud at each platform. 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 44. I stopped and looked back down the stairs. I must have miscounted, so I continued up. 44. One more flight. 44. And then down ten flights. 44. Fifteen flights. 44.And so it’s been for as long as I can remember. So really, insanity isn’t doing something repeatedly and expecting different results. It’s knowing that the results will never ever change; that each door leads to the same staircase, to the same number. It’s realizing you no longer fall asleep. It’s not knowing whether you’ve been running for days or weeks or years. It’s when the sobbing slowly turns into laughter.

Susan Rall

Do I have one for you guys to share…..So let’s just say their are extraterrestrial ships that chose to fly across the front of my house and in my back yard at night…..So they always seem to come around the end of Aug and stay in the night skies untill around Nov…so last year this took place in the end of Oct….I got up to get a midnight snack…Was a few feet away from my doorway to the kitchen and I saw a huge praying Mantis…that was 6 to 7 feet tall…of course I am saying to myself what the Hell…It stayed looking at me for about 30 seconds and then disappeared …still sort of freaks me out every time I go thur the kitcken doorway….knowing a extraterrestrial being was literally in my kitcken doorway.


A woman in a certain place is sure to be admitted to a university in Tokyo, and will live in Tokyo alone in the future.
I started living in an apartment and unexpectedly found a small hole in the wall of the room.
This small hole seems to be able to see through to the next room, try to take a peek. The other side of the small hole is dark red. Could there be a red poster in the room next door? The female college student who held this idea peeped at the small hole like this the next day. No matter how you look at it, it is always red. The female college student who is very concerned about the next room asked the landlord of the apartment.
“What kind of people live in the room next to me?”
The landlord replied, “A person with eye disease lives in the room next to you.”


Listen up! Heard a scary story from my brother!
👻 Two men were walking home from a Halloween costume party.
When they passed a cemetery, they walked through it on a whim. Halfway through the cemetery, they were startled by a noisy sound.
The sound was coming from some dark place and they were shivering with fear, then they found an old man with a chisel in his hand cutting a tombstone.
One of the men then said, “My goodness, sir, what are you doing here at this late hour?”
The old man cursed, “Fxx, they spelled my name wrong!!!” ☠️☠️

Stella Smith

Check the Squid Game on Netflix 🔴🔺🟥!!!

Elizabeth Kennedy Bayer

Here is my favorite (real!) scary story, as told by Story teller John Ballen:

DB Spitzer

Two years ago I played scary music and projected scary videos onto a sheet over my windows, slashers and monsters breaking through windows. The prank was on me, kids were too scared to come to my door and I got to eat all the candy.

Richard Romagnoli

It was midnight and I was trying to go to sleep when I heard a wailing guitar solo in the next room! I got up and peeked into the room and there was Big Foot playing The Star Spangled Banner on my Donner electric guitar! “Come on in and jam!” he cried out to me, so I grabbed my Moukey Tongue Drum and we played until the sun came up. Then I woke up.

Timothy Michael Trogdon

How I got rid of my creepy neighbor!
I experimented with a dog and a monster. The next time my neighbor came over uninvited my new pet jumped up on him – licked him to death, pulled him back to his yard, then buried his bones! Boo.

Robert G Fikes

Not really a horror story but a great Halloween story. Years ago a friend and I used to have these really big Halloween parties. There would be hundreds of people. One time the neighbors from several blocks over complained and sent the police to shut us down. We became friends with the police and they just gave us a warning to keep the music down. There were lots of musicians at the party. A little while later the police came back and we thought oh no we are in trouble. But the officers were off duty now and brought us more beer. We ended up partying till sunrise. It was awesome.

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