03/25/13

Reader Submission: The Man in the Shack

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“I was living in a huge house after I got sent to live with my aunt and uncle because my parents were unable to care for me. This house was built in the 60s and was in a rural area surrounded by a lot of land and woods. There were other houses in our neighborhood, but the next house was a few acres away. My aunt and uncle were older and ill.

I stayed in the attic which was nicely laid out, and at night I would see a dark shadow linger over me. I would feel a presence and it would wake me up, and paralyze me with fear, where I couldn’t even move. This happened so much. One time in the early morning hours, I saw the figure point out my window into the back woods. Then it vanished. It had these eyes that were red.

One day I went out into the woods. I was about two miles in when I came across a shack that had been built poorly and looked VERY old. I went inside and found bones and writings on the wall. I got so scared that I ran away.

Later I found out that an old man had stalked the people who lived in the house before me. He lived in the woods and would sneak into the house while the people were gone and take things from them. Some say he would kill animals and eat them and perform dark rituals. One night, he went into the house and killed the woman living there. He was never found, but the story made the papers.

Perhaps there was a link. Scares me today.”

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01/3/13

Reader Submission: The Woman in the Hall

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“I stayed over at my boyfriend’s house last week, and there was a lot of creepy stuff going on. I really believe his house is haunted.

I slept in my boyfriend’s room, and I always have the door locked and shut where you can’t push it open. Well, every morning the door is unlocked. One morning I had to go to the potty, so I got up and went to the bathroom. As I came near the bathroom door, I saw a figure of a woman, as clear as can be, walking into my boyfriend’s mom’s room. I thought I was hallucinating, but when I came out of the bathroom I saw the figure again. It was walking down the hall, and all of the dogs were barking and staring straight at the woman. I froze stiff for awhile before it disappeared into thin air.

I immediately ran to my boyfriend and told him what I saw. He believed me and said strange things happen to him all the time. That night, my boyfriend, his mom, his sister, and I all talked about the weird event, and they said there’s definitely something in the house. I freaked out because I sometimes stay there by myself. I’m definitely going to take pictures around the house the next time I go over there!”

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09/14/11

The Boot Story

I found this chilling tale on Reddit.com (Willie-Main). Enjoy!

I had a tough time in high school. I didn’t have many friends because my family moved around a lot. The one thing I’ve always loved, however, was camping. And, being in upstate New York, there was plenty of that. My dad had an old pup tent, a gas lantern and a sleeping bag that he gave to me and, every Saturday during the summer, I’d head out to a different spot and set up the tent, build a fire and watch the stars.

Finally, in my junior year of high school I made some friends that shared my love of camping and the outdoors. We were an eclectic bunch– me and one of my friends were huge nerds, another, if he were born about 25 years earlier would have made the perfect Deadhead and the other was actually a pretty big deal on the football team. We did our best to make time for our weekly camping trips and probably went every weekend the summer between junior and senior year. In that time we got really close.

Senior year was a different story, though. The Deadhead started getting really into drugs and drug culture. The football player started hanging out with the popular crowd and my nerd friend and I were kind of left to our own devices. I felt bad about this so, about a week before graduation, I took it upon myself to get our group together for one last camping adventure before we all went off into the world and never saw each other again.

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