When I was sleeping in my dream I heard a someone calling my name like a whisper and I woke up. It felt like it was coming from the inside of my room. One time I had a lucid dream ( where you know you are dreaming) and I saw a dark figure coming after me and I was trying too wake up by opening my eyes, but all I could of was me my hands. When my eyes opened I could not move my body for a couple of seconds

Playing Dead space for the first time, WAS NOT easy on my psyche

The Cat with Hands.

6th Grade - When we walk up to the football field for gym there's an opening in the trees and a path that leads to this abandoned treehouse and bus. Being the dumb kids we are, we decide to walk down the path ignoring the "Danger" and "Private Property" signs. The bridge was also rotted to hell. As we approached the rusted bus we all heard this loud snap. The girls, 3 or so of them, all decided to run, but us guys, 5 of us, further investigate. We see a farm in the distance and hear barking, lots of it, but suddenly it stops and then we see a figure in the distance, carrying an animal resembling a dog in his hands. This is enough to freak us out, so we all bolt. As we reach the bus though we hear another crackle, so we all cower into the bus, which is infested with bugs. After waiting around for a minute or so, it's unanimously decided that we should make a final run for the road. We make it safely, besides my friend's soaked shoes. In the end we get caught, but get get off free as we said we were just investigating a sound we heard.

Woke up to about 500 ladybugs all over my room. We still don't know how they got in.

#2Spooky

When I was like, ten, my parents took me to see some movie. Don't remember what it was, but whatever. I got a little separated from my parents in the midst of the huge crowd that populated the vast main foyer, so I started frantically searching about. All of a sudden, I hear a very stern "[i]Jacob...[/i] [my name is Jacob, by the way]" from right behind me. I turn around, and this complete stranger with beady eyes was staring me down sternly and doing the one finger "come here" motion, slowly, threateningly. Startled, I hesitantly traipsed over to where he was standing. I didn't know who he was, but apparently he knew I was, and apparently he had purpose—I didn't know what the f­uck to do. Before I reach him, however, a small black child, way smaller than I was, galloped towards the man. He happened to be standing parallel to the man's sight of me, so I totally thought he was looking at me instead. The black kid even shared my name. I turn back around to see both of my parents laughing hysterically at me.

One I wrote a few years ago, still haven't finished it. There are also grammatical and punctuation errors in it on purpose. [quote]Hey guys. I haven't been on /x/ in about two weeks, because my life has been a torrent of fear and -blam!- after the incident. I'll explain. About two weeks ago I was on /x/ around 2:40am at home alone, keeping an eye on my little sister. My parents were out of town and I like to get scared, its a fun feeling. So I was on here reading the same scary pasta -blam!-, not really doing much of anything, and my downstairs window alarm went off. My dad is a musician with a lot of expensive equipment, so we have an alarm system that alerts based on the exact area that is being breached or affected. Anyway I recognized the sound for "downstairs window" and /x/ has me scared -blam!-less. I'm was just thinking -blam!- that, I am not about to go down and look around for some -blam!- ghost to eat my soul. But I remembered my little sister, I cant let some -blam!- get her (shes downstairs) so I opened my door and continued down the stairs into the pitch black area that is my living room, when I see him. Just standing there, looking at my alarm system, I assume trying to figure it out. He didnt notice me, and I really didnt know what to do. I was so -blam!- scared I decided to sneak into my sisters room and just lock the door and call the police, which is exactly what I did. They came surprisingly fast, and they had to bust my door of the hinges, they didnt want us coming out of the room. So it seems like the whole -blam!- department is at our house, and my 9 year old sister is scared -blam!-less. The police look around, and they see no one. They examined every single window in the house, and they saw nothing. However, the alarm system had been bypassed completely, and someone had managed to turn it off. Had I not called the police, no one would have known. The police saw foot prints leading up to a locked window, but nothing after that. I'm 18, but they made me call my aunt, closest relative, and we stayed with her. My parents were in Texas, but as soon as they heard they started to drive back, but it was still going to be two days. Anyway, my aunt had to go to some -blam!- up in Berkeley, which is 7 hours away, so we just went back to our house again. The alarm guy came and fixed the system during the day, so I wasnt really as scared. But what happened that night was the worst experience of my life. I wasn't going to let my sister sleep downstairs after that, and she didn't want to anyway, so she was going to sleep in my room on my bed, and I was going to sleep on the floor. My dad owns a gun, and I found it, but he keeps it locked in a case and he has the key on his set of keys, so it was useless to me. So all I had was a baseball bat, and it didn't make me feel very safe, so I didn't plan to sleep until I could I see the sun. So my sister watched finding nemo in my room and I just chilled and did some homework, eventually she fell asleep and I was reading up on the Romans when I heard it again. The -blam!- downstairs window. My heart completely stopped. And to make this true story MORE like a horror story? My cell phone was downstairs on the living room table. Im sitting here in my room feeling completely defenseless, and of course my sisters awake too, the alarm is loud. WAS loud. Who ever, what ever, was down there, -blam!- turned it OFF. Within 10 seconds. The alarm needs to be on for 30 for the police to come, so we were stranded. She knew it too. I remember her saying "Miles if I go to sleep will it be over?". I couldnt answer her. I didnt know what else to do, so I decided to put my ear against my door and listen. Then I heard it. The person in my house was climbing up the stairs twards my room. My life felt like some kind of story that is told to scare children. The person, or thing (to this day I honestly cant decide) climbed each step with about 4 second intervals, so it took the intruder about 30 seconds to get to the top. I heard the persons feet step right outside my door, the very familiar sound of the hardwood floor creaking at the spot I leave my room was unmissable. I knew this intruder was right next to my door, listening. I stood with the bat in my hand for probably 40 minutes before I started just screaming. I didnt know what else to do. I think I just screamed "GET THE -blam!- OUT WHAT THE -blam!- DO YOU WANT, HELP HELP WE NEED HELP IN HERE, THERE IS A FIRE, HELP", something to scare it away. I laugh when I think about that. After I screamed, I heard the person rest their hand on the door, slide it down the door, then walk down the stairs slowly and I figured downstairs to rob us. About 6 hours later I manned up (it was bright out) and I ripped my door open and decided to investigate, and of course call the police. I rushed through every room with this stupid ass bat, I dont even know what I was trying to accomplish. There was no sign of the intruder. My little sister at this point called him the "night shadow" and she said "she thought she knew who he was". That scared me more than anything. She said "he asked her to dance for him". To this day she doesnt remember saying it. Anyway, I called the police AGAIN and we waited out front. They came fast again, and investigated. This time they asked me something extremely scary. If I had burned my door. The police told me that my door had significant burns on it, like someone had tried to burn the handle and the hinges off, using a household lighter, to enter the room, but stopped about 10% short of the goal. I did the math, and that was right when it was getting bring out. I wasnt going to sleep there again, so the police had me contact my aunt again, and we stayed there again. My parents would be home at around 9am the next day. Heres when -blam!- gets even worse. The 3rd night. So Im sitting there in my aunts house thinking, how the -blam!- does someone even burn through a door? Why would someone try to burn through a door? Why not just break it down? The whole -blam!- sounded SO fake. No one I know close believed me, so I dont blame /x/ if you dont believe me either, it sounds stupid as -blam!-, and I wouldnt believe this -blam!- if I was reading it and not typing it, but it happened. Anyway, that night at my aunts I was contemplating all this -blam!-, when I saw him. This time, it was around 8pm so I was still a little bright out and EVERONE was awake. Had he followed me? So much -blam!- raced through my mind, but I saw the figure, standing on the sidewalk looking at my aunts house. I couldnt make out any distinct features, but I just inside KNEW it was him, and I KNEW something was very wrong with him. Then, he tilted his head, looked up at the sky and walked away. I managed to sleep, barely, but nothing else happened. Then my parents called. They got home around 6am and arrived at the block. Our street was blocked off, and they quickly saw why. Our house was on fire. They called me and my aunt rushed us to them, and we watched as about 80% of our house burned to the ground. Ive lost everything guys. We are literally currently living in two motel rooms until we can find another place to live. The firemen say it was an electrical fire, but I dont believe that -blam!- for a second. I took alot of pics of our burnt ass house, and ill upload them tomorrow. No more sightings of the rapist, but ill keep in contact. Its hard to get on here alot being in the same room with my sister, though.[/quote]

My mom pretended one time to run out of gas in the middle of a cemetery, I was six and watched a horror movie an hour before. #BestMomEver