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Not a fan of romantic stories but horror? Don't worry, I've got your back!
Here are a few short horror stories that I've gathered:
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1. THE PUPPY IN THE BASEMENT
This short ghost story, found on Reddit, is super creepy:
“Mommy told me never to go in the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn’t see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn’t ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy or why he had no hands or feet.”
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2. NUN CHUCKS
Michelle Froelick Young had a strange experience with her two year old daughter, submitted to Movie Pilot:
“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.”
3. THERE'S SOMEONE UNDER THE BED
I began tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy, there’s somebody on my bed.”
4. THE COLD MAN
I had a strange dream last night. It was the kind of dream that seems all too real, right up until the point where you wake up in a cold sweat. Last night, when I was lying in bed, drifting off to sleep, an uneasy feeling came over me. It was almost as if I was being watched, but more than that, I felt like there was someone in the room with me. As disturbing as the feeling was, I still couldn’t keep myself from falling asleep.
I don’t recall how the dream began exactly, but the first thing I remember was walking out of my house. All of my neighbors’ houses were gone and I found myself on a long, empty road. It was cold and dark and there was nobody else around. I felt like I was completely lost and alone, but I wasn’t afraid.
I don’t know how long I was on that road. It felt like I was walking endlessly. Eventually, I reached a fork in the road and when I stopped, I realized I wasn’t alone anymore. A voice called out to me from the side of the road.
“I’m sorry to see you here,” the voice whispered, “but it’s good to see you.”
I recognized the voice. It was an old friend from my childhood. Someone I hadn’t seen in years. He looked a little different from how I remembered him. Even though we were both the same age, he seemed much younger than me somehow. He was also very pale and had dark circles around his eyes. His lips were blue.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I’m here to warn you,” he replied. “There’s a man in your house…”
“What do you mean?” I said, puzzled. “I was just there…”
“You don’t understand,” replied my friend with apparent urgency. “He’s in your house right now.”
I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was curious.
“Who?” I asked.
“The Cold Man,” he replied. “He comes to people at night when they’re afraid. He waits to be noticed, then he makes his move. You know that chill you feel on your back when something really scares you? That’s him standing behind you.”
“What does he do once you notice him?” I asked.
My friend looked down. “Just don’t let him in,” he cautioned.
“What do you mean?”
“He can be close forever,” my friend explained. “He’ll walk around your house at night and even stand in your room while you’re asleep…like he is in yours right now. He can know where you are. He can even be looking right at you, but he won’t find you unless you let him.”
“How does he find you? I mean, how do you ‘let him?’”
My friend glanced over his shoulder furtively, as if he was worried someone might overhear. Leaning in close, he whispered in my ear, ”If you see him, if you hear him, or if you suddenly start to feel suddenly very cold…don’t move. Don’t talk to him. Don’t acknowledge him. Don’t ever let him in.”
“I don’t understand,” I pleaded. “How do I get rid of him?”
“You can’t,” my friend replied sadly. “Look, I’m already out of time…”
“Out of time?” I repeated, not sure what he meant exactly.
My friend just shook his head. His eyes were wide and he was shivering. Just then, I noticed a dark figure creeping from the shadows.
“My time is up,” said my friend. “Whatever you do, just don’t let him in. Don’t answer it.”
Before I could ask anything more, my friend was enveloped by the shadows and something seemed to pull him into the darkness. I couldn’t see him anymore. I was about to run after him when I was awakened by a loud noise.
When I opened my eyes, I found myself sitting upright in my bedroom, fully dressed. I could have sworn I wasn’t dressed when I went to bed. My shoes were covered in a thin film of dust and my feet were sore. I felt so cold.
I heard a ringing noise and when I looked down, I saw that I was holding my phone. I was about to answer it when I remembered my friend’s words in the dream.
I didn’t answer it. Eventually, it stopped ringing.
I rubbed my hands together. The room was as cold as ice. The feeling that I was being watched was as strong as it had ever been. I could hear something moving inside my closet, but I didn’t dare to move. I just closed my eyes and waited.
Eventually, I heard footsteps inside my closet. They grew more and more faint, as if walking away down some unseen hallway. When the footsteps finally stopped, the coldness dissipated and the room returned to normal.
He didn’t get in this time. If my friend in the dream was telling the truth… if the thing in my closet was who I think it was… I must never let him in. I know he’ll be back.
I don’t know what happened to my friend, but I just hope people will remember his warning. If you start to feel cold while reading this, don’t be alarmed. If you hear something in your house, just ignore it. You can’t afford to let hyou. Don’t let the Cold Man in.
5. THE CHAIR
This short tale starts benignly enough, with a friendly-seeming ghost playing with children, but when you learn the origins of the ghost – and just why the ghost is moving the object around the room, it quickly gets a lot creepier. Submitted via Reddit by Scoopwhoop:
“When my sister Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the ghost. We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing. Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands, we’d find a cup that hadn’t been there the night before. Mother had left them there, worried that we’d get thirsty during the night. She just wanted to take care of us. Among the homes’ original furnishings was an antique wooden chair which we kept against the back wall of the living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us. Sometimes she’d manage to move it all the way to the centre of the room. We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted to be near us. Years later, long after we’d moved out, I found an old newspaper article about the farmhouse’s original occupant, a widow. She’d murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned milk before bed. Then she hung herself. The article included a photo of the farmhouse’s living room, with a woman’s body hanging from a beam. Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in the center of the room.”
…Did it get colder in here, or is it just me?
6. THE GHOST AT HOME(REDDIT)
“Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar’s music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend’s phone to call mine. After two rings someone answered, gave out a low raspy giggle, and hung up. They didn’t answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause and headed home. I found my phone laying on my nightstand, right where I left it.”
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7. PET CAT
A few months ago, my parents moved to a small village and I had to attend a new school. The house next door to ours was owned by a crazy old woman. She spent her days sitting all alone on a bench in front of the house and muttering to herself under her breath.
One day, when I was walking by, I noticed that she seemed to be petting something that was sitting in her lap. At first, I thought it was a cat, but when I took a closer look, I realized there was nothing there. She was just holding her hand above her knees and stroking thin air.
Perhaps she had a pet cat or a dog once, I thought, and it died and in her disordered mind, she thinks it’s still there. I felt sorry for the old woman and with a sigh, I continued on my way.
Then, one night, when I was sleeping soundly in my bed, something strange happened. I woke up to feel something hairy lying by my side. It gave me a fright and I jumped off the bed. Just then, I noticed a shadow moving out of the corner of my eye. It went across the floor and out the door.
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I was startled, but when I calmed down, I realized it was probably just some stray cat or dog that had wandered into the house.
That was when I happened to glance out my bedroom wndow and saw the crazy old woman next door. She was standing on the sidewalk, under the street light. Her long, grey hair was hanging loose and fluttering in the wind. Her eyes were wide and she was looking directly at me.
I was so scared that I jumped back from the window. Then, the woman turned and went back inside her house.
It took me a long time to calm down, but eventually, I went back to bed. As I was drifting off to sleep, I remembered something that struck me as odd. When I saw the shadow of the stray cat or dog running out of my room… it didn’t really seem as if it was running… it seemed more like it was rolling across the floor to the door.
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The next morning, when I woke up, I got dressed and went downstairs to eat breakfast. On my way to school that morning, I passed by the old woman’s house again. As usual, she was sitting there on the bench, muttering to herself and stroking something invisible in her lap.
When I passed by, I distinctly heard her say, “What were you doing? Why did you run away from me last night? Look how you scared that girl!”
I got a queasy feeling in the pit of my stomach and it made me shiver. It was all I could do not to start running.
At school, I decided to ask my friends about the old woman. No one really knew anything, except that she had been released from a mental hospital about ten years ago. They said she had a history of mental problems and that was why everyone kept away from her. Since her release, all she did was sit all day on the bench outside her home.
A few days later, mhy father struck up a conversation with an old man who had lived in the village all his life. When my father asked him about the old woman, he had a very chilling story to tell.
He said that the old woman had spent over 30 years of her life in a mental institution. When she was young, she had been married and she and her husband had lived together in the same house.
According to him, she suspected for years that her husband was cheating on her, but he always denied it. Then, one night, she caught him with another woman. She hacked him to death with an axe and cut off his head.
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When the police came, she was sitting on the bench in front of her house with an insane grin on her face. The severed head of her husband was in her lap and she was talking to it and stroking it gently.
8. PINK HEART
When I was 13 years old, my parents moved to the city and I started attending a new school. I was very shy at that age and I didn’t have any friends. It took me a while to fit in. The other girls seemed much more mature than I was. A lot of them seemed to have boyfriends and I had never even kissed a boy before.
I wasn’t really used to any kind of male attention at all. Whenever a guy smiled or winked at me, I was either extremely embarrassed or convinced that he was playing some kind of joke on me. I never thought of myself as beautiful and couldn’t believe that any guy would really find me attractive.
Then, one day, I found a note in my locker. It was a small, blue envelope, sealed with a little pink heart sticker. Inside, was a piece of paper.
It simply read: “I think you’re beautiful.”
I was genuinely touched. It was so sweet and innocent. I wondered who had sent it, but I didn’t really have any idea how to go about finding out. I stuck the love note between the pages of one of my schoolbooks and began to daydream about my new secret admirer.
Could it be the cute boy who let me borrow his pencil in maths class? Or was it my lab partner, who always made me blush bright red when he smiled at me. Perhaps it was the boy in my history class who shared his book with me when I forgot to bring mine. Or maybe it was the tall, brooding guy in the year above me who wrote poetry and spent most of his time riding motorcycles.
I was as excited as any other teenage girl, filled with dreams of puppy love, holding hands and maybe a first kiss. Whenever I was feeling sad, I took the note out and read it again. It always made me smile.
A few days later, I opened my locker and discovered another note. It was in a small purple envelope and was sealed with the same little pink heart. Trembling with excitement and anticipation, I carefully peeled it open and unfolded the paper inside. It read: “You’re so lovely.”
I held the note to my chest, and sighed with delight. For the rest of the day, I walked through the school hallways with a goofy grin plastered all over my face. Finally, someone really liked me. It made me feel so special, I wanted to scream it from the rooftops
Of course, I was too embarrassed to tell anyone and kept it all to myself, tucking the notes safely into my school journal. I spent the next few days trying to figure out who my secret admirer could be, but I didn’t have a clue. Obviously, I knew that it had to be someone in my school, but who? All I could do was hope it was someone I really did like.
A week later, there was another small envelope waiting in my locker. It was sealed with the same pink heart.
It read: “I am thinking about you always.”
As time went on, I couldn’t contain my curiosity. I started daydreaming in class and stopped paying attention. One day, during history class, I was so busy thinking about my secret admirer that I didn’t realise the teacher had asked me a question. When I snapped back to reality, the teacher turned to the rest of the class and said, “She’s not listening to a word I’m saying. She must be in love!” They all burst out laughing and I was so embarrassed, I went bright red.
When the next love note appeared in my locker, it read: “You smell like love itself.”
Huh? I didn’t know how to take that. I actually smelled like a combination of shampoo and deodorant. Is that what love smells like? I tucked the note away with the others and waited eagerly for the next one.
I didn’t have to wait long. The next morning, there was another envelope with the tell-tale pink heart.
It read: “I want to taste you.”
That was kind of creepy. The next note was even creepier.
It read: “I am watching you always.”
Suddenly, having a secret admirer didn’t seem like so much fun anymore. He was beginning to sound like a stalker. I didn’t know what to do. There was nobody I could talk to about it. As the days passed, my sense of uneasiness began to grow.
I started to see pink heart stickers everywhere. It was beginning to freak me out. In the morning, when my mother drove me to school, there was one stuck to the windscreen of our car. She didn’t know where it had come from.
Once, after I went to the toilet in school, I came back out and was washing my hands at the sink. In the mirror, I noticed a pink heart on the stall door. I was sure it hadn’t been there when I went inside and I hadn’t heard anyone come into the toilet while I was there.
It got to the point where I dreaded seeing one of those pink heart stickers. I was a nervous wreck, but I was afraid to confide in anyone. So, I did the only thing a painfully awkward and embarrassed teenage girl could do… I suffered in silence.
Then, things got really bad. One day, I came home from school and was horrified to see a plain white envelope had arrived in the mail. It was sealed with one of the dreaded pink hearts.
Now, he knew where I lived. With trembling hands, I peeled off the sticker and opened the envelope.
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