The most real creepy stories. Scary stories and mystical stories

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1. She asked why I was breathing so hard.It wasn't me.

2. I can't move, breathe, speak or hear. If I knew how lonely I would be, I would choosecremation.

3 . The longer I wore it, the more it grew into me. She had one like this beautiful skin.

4 . I woke up hearing a knock on the glass. At first I thought it was the window until I heard it againcomes out of the mirror.

5. My daughterdidn't stop crying and screamingat night. I come to her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.

Scary bedtime stories

6. I let my little daughter sleep with me at night. I like to cuddle up to her, despite the causticthe smell of rotting flesh.

7. Lights flashed. I covered myself with a pillow so that this timecan't hear the screams.

8. I'm not afraid of the cemetery. This is the only place whereghosts don't haunt me.

9. The problem with getting out is that your parents have no idea where to find you. By the time when they find this cell, you will no longer be alive.

10. I hear my son scream and I rush upstairs to put him back to sleep. He doesn't believe me when I say that everything is fine, probably because he sees a creature thatfollowed me to his room.

Very scary stories

11. You hear your mother calling you into the kitchen. As you walk down the stairs, you hear whispers from the restroom: "Don't go there, honey,I heard that too".

12. I'm worried thatI may have gone crazy. I'm hallucinating. I saw the man's skin tear and sag and then peel off his body. I watched as what was left fell out from inside. I saw him meet my gaze and grin.

I'm worried that I might be going crazy. But I'm even more worried that I , Maybe, not crazy.

13. I pulled the trigger and watched as my brain splashed across the wall. I did this yesterday.Why don't I die, and why can't I stop?

14 . Growing up with cats and dogs, I was used to scratching noises at the door while I slept. Now that I live alone it has becomealarming.

15. I had a pleasant dream when heavy blows woke me up. After that, I could only hear the muffled sounds of earth falling on the grave through my screams.

Scary stories for Halloween

16. I never fall asleep butI keep waking up.

17. I always thought my cat had vision problems. It seemed as if her gaze was frozen on my face. Until one day I realized that she alwayslooks through me.

18. There is a photo of me sleeping on my phone. II live alone.

19. The last thing I saw was the alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she ran her decaying nails down my chest while her other hand muffled my screams. I jumped up, sighing with relief that it was just a dream, but when the alarm clock showed 12:06, I heardthe closet door creaked.

20. I began to put him to bed, and he told me: "Daddy, check for monsters under my bed". I looked under the bed and I see him, another “him,” under the bed, he looks at me, trembles and whispers: “Daddy, there is someone on my bed.”

From 28-12-2019, 21:28

Any doctor knows that healthy people No. Moreover, mentally healthy...
I’ll tell you a story I heard from the lips of one of my St. Petersburg friends. For reasons that will become clear below, I will change her name somewhat.

Alina had been divorced for more than three years. After ten years together and quite normal family life she and her husband parted ways. Maybe because they knew each other since childhood and during this time they became quite fed up with each other. Maybe because the spouse sometimes gave reasons for justified jealousy. And Alina herself cuckolded her husband several times. True, not as openly as he...

In three years of freedom from marriage, the thirty-five-year-old woman has seen a lot of men. Of course, not in the full sense of the word. Most meetings ended with the first innocent date in a cafe or park. Why waste time on a bad option in advance?
With each new gentleman, experience increased. Alina learned within the first ten minutes of communication to imagine what kind of fruit or vegetable was blowing her cheeks. She did not double-check how correct her assessment turned out to be, completely relying on her feminine intuition.

4 of the creepiest horror stories of our childhood. You will turn gray like the first time!

Remember when we told each other in the camps about the red hand and black curtains? And there was always such a master of storytelling, from whom a familiar story took on the contours of a long and exciting thriller no worse than King’s.

We remembered four such stories. Don't read them in the dark!

Black curtains

One girl's grandmother died. When she was dying, she called the girl’s mother to her and said:

Do what you want with my room, but don’t hang black curtains there.

They hung white curtains in the room, and now the girl began to live there. And everything was fine.

But one day she went with the bad guys to burn tires. They decided to burn the tires in the cemetery, right on an old grave that had collapsed. They began to argue about who would set the fire, drawing lots with matches, and it fell to the girl to set the fire. So she set a tire on fire, and smoke came out and straight into her eyes. Hurt! She screamed, the guys were scared for her and dragged her by the hands to the hospital. But she doesn't see anything.

At the hospital she was told that it was a miracle that her eyes were not burned out, and they prescribed a regimen - to sit at home with eyes closed and that the room was always dark and dark. And don't go to school. And no fire can be seen until he recovers!

Then the mother began to look for dark curtains for the girl’s room. I searched and searched, but there were no dark ones, only white, yellow, green light ones. And black ones. There was nothing to do, she bought black curtains and hung them in the girl’s room.

The next day my mother hung them up and went to work. And the girl sat down homework write at the table. She sits and feels something touching her elbow. She shook herself, looked, and there was nothing but curtains near her elbow. And so on several times.

The next day she feels something touching her shoulders. He jumps up, and there is nothing around, only the curtains hanging nearby.

On the third day, she immediately moved the chair to the far end of the table. She’s sitting, writing her homework, and something is touching her neck! The girl jumped up and ran to the kitchen, and did not enter the room.

Mom came, the lessons were not written, she began to scold the girl. And the girl began to cry and ask her mother not to leave her in that room.

Mom says:

You can't be such a coward! Look, I’ll sit at your table all night today while you sleep, so that you know that there’s nothing wrong.

In the morning the girl wakes up, calls her mother, but her mother is silent. The girl began to cry loudly from fear, the neighbors came running, and her mother was sitting dead at the table. They took her to the morgue.

Then the girl went to the kitchen, took matches, returned to the bedroom and set the black curtains on fire. They burned, but it made her eyes leak out.

Sister

One girl’s father died, and her mother was very poor, she didn’t work and couldn’t do it, and they had to sell the apartment. They went to grandma’s old house in the village; grandma had died two years ago, and no one lived there. But it was decent there, because a neighbor cleaned it up for money. And the girl and her mother began to live there. The girl had a long way to go to school, and she was given a certificate that she studied at home, and only went to take all sorts of exams and tests at the end of the quarter at school in the regional center, so she and her mother sat at home all day, only sometimes they went to the store, also to the regional center. And my mother was pregnant, and her belly was growing.

He grew for a long, long time, and grew twice as big as usual, so the child was not born for so long. Then my mother seemed to go to the store in the winter, and she was gone for almost a week, the girl was completely exhausted: she was scared at home alone, the windows were black, the electricity was intermittent, there were snowdrifts up to the very windows. The food was running out, but her neighbor fed her. And then late in the evening, or at night, there was a knock on the door and my mother’s voice called out to the girl. The girl opened it and her mother came in. She was all pale, with blue circles around the eyes, thin and tired. She gave birth to a child and held him in her arms, wrapped in some kind of shabby skin, maybe even a dog's. The girl quickly closed the door, put the child on the table, and began to undress her mother - she was very cold, she was all icy. The girl lit a fire in the iron stove, near this stove they warmed themselves in the evenings, and sat the mother down in an old armchair, and then went to see the child.

I slowly unfolded it, and there was such a child that it was immediately clear that this was not a newborn or even a baby. There's another girl there three years old or four, the face is small and angry, and there are no arms or legs.

Oh mom, who is this? - the girl asked, and her mother said:

All babies are ugly at first. When my little sister grows up, everything will be fine. Give it here.

She took the baby in her arms and began to breastfeed. And that girl sucks her breast as if nothing had happened, and looks at the first girl slyly and maliciously.

And their names were Nastya and Olya, Olya - the one without arms and without legs.

And this Olya herself already ran and jumped perfectly, that is, she crawled very quickly, on her stomach. And she jumped on it, and she managed, like a caterpillar, to stand upright and with her teeth, for example, grab something and pull it towards herself. There was no way to save her. She knocked everything over, gnawed, spoiled it, and mom told Nastya to clean up after her, because Nastya was the eldest and also because mom was now feeling bad all the time, she was sick and even slept strangely, with with open eyes as if she was just lying there in a faint. Now Nastya cooked for herself and ate separately from her mother, because her mother had her own diet for nursing mothers. Life has become completely disgusting. If Nastya didn’t eat and didn’t clean up after the dirty little Olya, then her mother would send her either to get firewood or to do her homework, and Nastya spent the whole day and whole evening solving problems and writing exercises, and also taught all kinds of physics so that she could retell everything without stumbling over a single word. Mom did almost nothing, she kept feeding Olya or resting between feedings, because a nursing woman gets very tired, and everything was on Nastya, and washing Olya too, and Olya squirmed and laughed disgustingly, it was also a pleasure to wash her off the poop. But Nastya endured everything for the sake of her mother.

So a month or two passed, and the winter only became colder, and everything around was in snowdrifts, and the light bulbs that hung in the rooms without chandeliers flickered all the time and were very dim.

Suddenly Nastya began to notice that someone was approaching her at night and breathing over her face. At first she thought that it was her mother, as before, looking to see if she was sleeping well and whether the blanket had slipped, and then she looked through her eyelashes, and it was Olya standing upright by the bed and looking at her, and smiling so much that her heart was in her heels. .

Then Olya noticed that Nastya was looking, and said in a disgusting voice:

Who asked you to watch when you shouldn’t? Now I will bite your fingers off. One finger per night. And then I’ll start eating my hands. And this is how my hands will grow.

And she immediately bit off Nastya’s little finger on her hand, and blood flowed from there. Nastya lay there in a daze, but she jumped up from the pain and screamed! But mom is still sleeping, and Olya is laughing and jumping.

Okay,” said Nastya. “I still can’t do anything with you.”

And she lay down as if to sleep. And I even fell asleep.

And in the morning Olya pooped herself again, and her mother told Nastya to wash her. It’s good that there was still firewood in the house, because due to the snowdrifts it was already impossible to reach the woodpile and the well too. Nastya took water for the bath directly from the snow, scooped up the snow with a bucket and heated it on the stove. The wound from the bitten finger hurt a lot, but Nastya didn’t say anything to her mother. I took Olya and began to bathe her in a baby bathtub that they had found in the attic when they were moving. Olya, as always, wriggles and giggles, and Nastya began to drown her. Then Olya broke up, fought terribly, bit Nastya all over, but Nastya drowned her anyway, and she stopped breathing, and then Nastya put her on the table and saw that her mother was still looking at the stove and did not notice anything. And then Nastya lost consciousness because a lot of blood was leaking from the bites.

During the night, the house was so covered with snow that the neighbor got scared and called rescuers. They arrived and dug up the house, and found inside a fainting girl with bitten hands, a dead mummified woman and a wooden doll without arms or legs.

Nastya was then sent to an orphanage for the deaf and dumb. She was actually mute and spoke to her mother with her hands.

The girl who played the piano

One girl with her mother and father moved into a new apartment, very beautiful, large, with a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, two bedrooms, and in the living room there was a German piano made of cherry wood. Do you know what polished cherry wood looks like? It is dark red and glistens like blood.

The piano was very necessary because the girl went to the community center to learn to play the piano.
And on new apartment something strange happened to the girl. She began to play this piano at night, although she had not really liked it before. Played quietly, but audible.

At first, her parents didn’t scold her, they thought she’d play enough and stop, but the girl didn’t stop.

They enter the hall, she stands near the piano, notes on the piano, and looks at her parents. They scold her, she is silent.

Then they began to lock the piano.

But the girl, incomprehensibly, opened the piano every night and played it.

They began to shame her, punish her, but she still plays the piano at night.

They began to lock her bedroom. And she, who knows how, gets out and plays again.

Then she was told that she would be sent to a boarding school. She cried and cried, they told her, give her your honest pioneer word that you won’t play anymore, but she was silent again. They sent me to a boarding school.

And the next day, someone strangled her mom and dad during the night.

They began to look for who could have strangled them, and asked the girl if she knew something. And then she told me.
It was not she who played the red piano. Every night she was woken up by flying white hands and told to turn over the notes while they played the piano. But she didn’t tell anyone, because she was afraid and because no one would believe it anyway.

Then the investigator tells her:

I believe you.

Because in this apartment lived before pianist. He was arrested because he wanted to poison the government. When they arrested him, he began to ask that they not hit him on his hands, because he needed his hands to play the piano. Then one NKVD officer said that he would make sure that the NKVD did not touch his hands, took a shovel from the janitor and cut off both hands. And from this the pianist died.

And this nkvdsheshnik was the girl’s dad.

Wrong girl

A girl named Katya has a new teacher in her class. He had evil eyes, but everyone praised him very much because he spoke in a kind voice and because if a student did not obey him for a long time, the teacher invited him to drink tea, and after tea the student became the most obedient child in the world and spoke only when asked. And all the students in the girl’s class became obedient, only the girl herself was still ordinary.

One day, the girl’s mother sent the girl to take some purchases home to the teacher that he asked her to make. The girl came, the teacher sat her down to drink tea in the kitchen and said:

Sit here quietly and don't go into the basement.

And he took the purchases and went with them to the attic.

The girl drank tea, but the teacher didn’t come. She began to wander around the rooms, looking at photographs and paintings on the walls. She was walking over the stairs to the basement, and the ring that her grandmother gave her fell off her finger. The girl decided to quickly take off the ring and sit in the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

She went down to the basement, looked around, and there were basins of blood all around. Some contain intestines, others contain liver, others contain brains, and others contain eyes. And he looks, the eyes are human! She got scared and started screaming!

Then a teacher entered the basement with a large knife. He looked and said:

You are bad, worthless, wrong Katya.

He grabbed Katya's braids and cut them off.

From this hair I will make the hair of a good, proper Katya. And now I need your skin. I will give the right Katya the glass eyes that your mother bought for me, but I need real skin.

And he raised the knife again.

Katya began to run around the basement, and the teacher stood by the stairs and laughed:

There is no other way out of this basement, run and run until you fall, then it will become easier to skin you.

Then the girl calmed down and decided to cheat. She went straight at him. She walks and shakes all over, and suddenly nothing happens. And he will kill her and put her in basins, and an obedient doll will go home instead.

And the teacher still laughs and shows the knife.

Then the girl suddenly tore the beads from her neck, which her grandmother had also given her, and how she threw them in the teacher’s face! Straight into the eyes and mouth! The teacher recoiled, his eyes were bloodshot and he couldn’t see anything. He tried to throw himself at the girl, but the beads had already fallen to the floor, rolled around, and he slipped on them and fell. And the girl jumped on his head with both feet, and he lost consciousness. And then she crawled out of the basement and ran to the police.

The teacher was later shot. In another city, where he previously worked, he replaced an entire school with walking dolls.

Hungry doll

One girl with her mom and dad moved into another apartment. And in the children's room, there was a doll nailed to the wall. Dad tried to pull the nails out, but couldn't. They left it like that.

So the girl went to bed, and suddenly the doll moves her head, opens her eyes, looks at the girl and says in a scary voice:

Let me eat some red stuff!

The girl was scared, and the doll said it in a deep voice again and again.

Then the girl went to the kitchen, cut her finger, took a spoonful of blood, came back and poured it into the doll’s mouth. And the doll calmed down.

The next night everything is the same again. And on to the next one. So the girl gave her blood by the spoonful to the doll for a week and began to lose weight and turn pale.

And on the seventh day the doll drank blood and said in its terrible voice:

Listen, crazy girl, don’t you have any jam at home?

Stories told by Lilith Mazikina

Illustrations: Shutterstock

Eduard Nikolaevich Uspensky

Andrey Alekseevich Usachev

The most terrible horrors. Creepy stories

Artist I. Oleynikov

Modern creepy stories

Stories with signs of today

It is clear that scary stories did not only happen in the old days. They still happen now. Nearby, here, in our city, in the neighboring area and even on the next street. And since on the next street and in the neighboring area there are no vampires, no space aliens, no people with bear heads, all these today's stories have an absolutely everyday flavor.

With a focus on human meat pies, bags of blood and other everyday horrors. Read and be horrified. "It was today, it was yesterday."

Black hand

In city N there was a hotel that was notorious. A red light was burning above the door of one of her rooms. This meant that people were missing in the room.

One day a young man came to the hotel and asked for a place to stay for the night. The director replied that free seats no, except for that ill-fated room with the red light. The guy was not afraid and went to spend the night in this room. In the morning he was not in the room.

In the evening of the same day, another guy came, who had just served in the army. The hotel director gave him a place in the same room. The guy was strange: he did not recognize mattresses and feather beds and slept on the floor, wrapped in a blanket. In addition, he suffered from insomnia. She visited him that night too. It’s already past eleven, it’s almost twelve, but sleep doesn’t come. It's struck midnight!

Suddenly something clicked and rustled under the bed, and the Black Hand appeared from under it. She's with terrible force She tore the pillow and dragged it under the bed. The guy jumped up, quickly got dressed and went to look for the hotel director. But he wasn’t there. He was not at home either. Then the guy called the police and asked to urgently come to the hotel. The police began a thorough search. One of the policemen noticed that the bed was attached to the floor with special screws. Having unscrewed the screws and moved the bed, the police saw a chest with a button on one of its walls. Pressed the button. The lid of the chest rose sharply, but silently. And the Black Hand appeared from it. It was attached to a thick steel spring. The hand was cut off and sent for investigation. The chest was moved - and everyone saw a hole in the floor. We decided to go down there. There were as many as seven doors in front of the police. They opened the first one and saw lifeless, bloodless corpses. They opened the second one - skeletons lay there. They opened the third one - there was only skin there. In the fourth lay fresh corpses, from which blood flowed into basins. In the fifth, people in white coats were cutting up corpses. We went into the sixth room - people stood along long tables and packed blood into bags. We went into the seventh room and were dumbfounded! The hotel director himself sat there on a high chair.

The director admitted everything. At this time there was a war between the two states. As in any war, it was required large quantity donated blood. The director was associated with one of the states. He was offered to organize the production of such blood for a huge sum, and he agreed and developed a plan with the Black Hand.

The hotel was brought into divine shape and a new director was appointed. The light bulb above the door of the ill-fated room disappeared. The city now lives peacefully and sees wonderful dreams at night.

One day, a mother sent her daughter to the market to buy pies. An old woman was selling pies. When the girl approached her, the old lady said. That the pies have already run out, but if she goes to her house, she will treat her to pies. The girl agreed. When they came to her house, the old woman sat the girl on the sofa and asked her to wait. She went to another room, where there were some buttons. The old woman pressed the button - and the girl failed. The old woman made new pies and ran to the market. The girl’s mother waited and waited and, without waiting for her daughter, ran to the market. She didn't find her daughter. I bought some pies from the same old lady and returned home. When she took a bite of one pie, she saw a blue nail in it. And her daughter just painted her nails this morning. Mom immediately ran to the police. The police arrived at the market and caught the old woman.

It turned out that she lured people to her home, sat them on the sofa, and people fell through. Under the sofa was a large meat grinder full of human meat. The old woman made pies out of it and sold it at the market. At first they wanted to execute the old woman, and then they gave her life imprisonment.

Taxi driver and old woman

A taxi driver is driving late at night and sees an old woman standing by the road. Votes. The taxi driver stopped. The old woman sat down and said: “Take me to the cemetery, I need to see my son!” The taxi driver says: “It’s late, I need to go to the park.” But the old woman persuaded him. They arrived at the cemetery. The old woman says: “Wait for me here, I’ll be right back!”

Half an hour passes and she is gone. Suddenly an old woman appears and says: “He is not here, I was mistaken. Let's go to something else!" The taxi driver says: “What are you talking about! It’s night already!” And she told him: “Take it, take it. I'll pay you well!" They arrived at another cemetery. The old woman again asked to wait and left. Half an hour passes, an hour passes. An old woman appears, angry and dissatisfied with something. “He’s not here either. Take it,” he says, “to something else!” The taxi driver wanted to drive her away. But she still persuaded him, and they went. The old woman left. She doesn't exist and doesn't exist. The taxi driver's eyes were already starting to close. Suddenly he hears the door open. He raised his head and saw: an old woman standing at the door, smiling. His mouth is bloody, his hands are bloody, he picks out a piece of meat from his mouth...

The taxi driver turned pale: “Grandma, did you eat dead people?”

From 27-12-2019, 09:57

You shouldn't be wondering who I am, what my name is, and why I'm wanted. All you should be wondering is how a bastard like me is even alive. But I will still tell you about myself.

My name is Robert, I live and was born in Los Angeles, and I am also - serial killer. My victims are everyone without exception, I will not spare children, old people and women if no one is around. But the most important thing is what I do with them later. Mostly my victims are children, as I have a small van with "sweets". It all happens like this: a child enters the van (it has no windows, everything happens inside), asks for candy, and there I kill him. I dismember them, clean their eyes and sell them as candy, eat the rest, and throw the rest either through the front door into the parents’ car or through the door. I invite older victims to tea and put them to sleep. I think no further details are required.
And there are many people like me in the world. However, there was a separate place for us. And not even in hell, no, this is much worse.

Having finished eating one man I had recently met, I decided to go outside for more victims. It was night outside, there were few people, which was definitely to my advantage. Noticing a figure in the distance, I began to approach it. When I came almost close and was about to deliver a stunning blow, they already stunned me.