The truck is… well, old, for one thing. Scary Stories. His name was Mamillius, he was probably at the age of 9 or 10. He has something of a combative nature, being willing to fight (something to … We were camping once, driving through some city, my dad was driving, my mom on the passenger seat, and I was kneeling behind them leaning on the boot that separated the truck from the camper. Yeah. To this she looked at them and said 'the little boy'. Cousin is advancing onto the lawn, gun leveled at the truck. The good people of the … Behind the stage there was kind of a storage room area that had several dressers and mirrors put in, as well as an old comfy couch in case the dancers wanted to use it as an extra dressing room, or a place to nap, but no one ever actually used it. Many years ago a young prince became famous for a scary story he started to tell, but did not finish. I flipped right the fuck out - jumped backwards to the other side of the bed, too terrified to scream, and that blur of light receded and disappeared over the course of about 3 seconds. I usually dressed in all black anyway, and I tried not to wear anything too "sexy" or "distracting" so costumers would mostly leave me alone and concentrate on the dancers, so this day I just wore a black skirt and tee shirt but had my face painted like a Dia de los Muertes sugar skull. Once I stepped in past her, I couldn't see her anymore but I could feel her there. Yes! So I did a little research on Christmas traditions and it turns out ghost stories … Ghost stories were likely always popular in England at Christmas, or at least in the winter. They suggested I speak to a psychologist. :p, Eventually the voice (it was like a whisper of a man's voice, not my own voice in my head) started to bet me my life. I never mentioned it to anyone... UNTIL one night I was sleeping over at my brother's place (I was about eighteen, he was twenty-two) and we were talking about "spooky" stories. My mind started feeling a little hazy and more and more I felt like I simply didn't care about anything. It would make bets with me, such as... "I bet you a penny you can't make it to the top of the stairs." We’re eating cereal when we hear someone pull up outside. ROY! But how you tell them is important. Telling ghost stories during winter is a hallowed tradition, a folk custom stretches back centuries, when families would wile away the winter nights with tales of spooks and monsters. Then he RUNS towards to house, towards us. The phone line had been cut. I was having panic attacks, migraines, sleeping with my lights on, was terrified of my shadow and carried pepper spray everywhere I went. My mom rushed into my room and found me sitting up in bed, screaming, \"ROY! Right after she got there we were sitting in my room and she left to go to the bathroom. My dad backed her up but years later (after my Mom was dead) recanted, saying it was a mask because nothing could survive like that. I grew up on an Indian Reservation in the Dakotas. Tires squeal, rubber is burned. One each night. I sunk into a dark abyss and worried that I would never climb out.. One night I woke up and had the creepy sensation that I was being watched.. For a moment I wondered if I was being visited by my mother’s ghost.. I'm going to slow down and let them by.". I asked my mom what she saw, and she said it was nothing. They are more scary that way. This was in the dead of winter, in February, and all the grass on the hills and plains around the town was dead and brown. It was not distinguishable as a person - it more resembled a person-sized version of a colourful nebula you might see a picture of in a science magazine. The further we walked, the more normal I felt, until we left the town that afternoon and I was totally freaked out. This behavior continued for a long time and when she could finally talk they asked her who she was talking to. It certainly was freaky after the fact. When I came back and developed my film, there were 3 extra pictures that I didn't take... of me... sleeping. Cousin walks by truck with a shotgun in his hand. Many years ago a young prince became famous for a scary story he started to tell, but did not finish. As we hiked up the hills behind the town I started feeling stranger and stranger. When the group leader mentioned that a local had told him that the town had been plagued with a rash of young women under 25 committing suicide, Hanna and I went white. We have stories about relatives that start with, “You remember that time Uncle Bob was in the ditch with a shotgun?” “WHICH TIME? We run behind him, wanting to be out of that shaking, quivering house and near the dude with the gun. She was a big girl - 140 pounds of Great Dane, Catahoula, and slobber. I was convinced one of the dancers had hung herself in that room, I could see it so clearly in my mind. In my old apartment, my dog would, on occasion, look down the hallway towards the bedroom, from the living room, and growl, for no apparent reason. Also on occasion, when I was sleeping in the bedroom (she slept at the foot of the bed), I would wake up with her staring intently at the door and growling. I started keeping the door closed so I could walk by without seeing her, but she was always there when I opened it. I dropped the box, screamed and ran out to the floor. Besides those horrible events I loved working there and made a lot of friends, but I absolutely lost my mind. They once again asked me if he was nice and I did the same thing as my sister, although a little different. I do. When I went in, however, there were a set of parents on the bed, and a set of identical parents on the floor. For all those who work late nights in high-rises…. When we asked for your spookiest scary stories, we knew we'd get some freaky stuff. Click here and here for previous years! Scary fairy tales have lived in the minds of creepy Omas and Opas for hundreds of years, just waiting for fresh, young ears to infect. When we asked for your spookiest scary stories, we knew we'd get some freaky stuff. At this time in my life things were going amazingly, extraordinarily well for me, and I say that because my teenagehood had been rather darkly overcast. As Prince Mamillius announces in Shakespeare’s A Winter’s Tale, “A sad tale’s best for winter; I have one / Of sprites and goblins.” The novelist Paul Theroux describes the tradition as “a revolt against … ", As I got older it stopped. Our destinations was a specific town to teach English, but we'd been stopping often in towns and small cities along the way. When I first started working I would spend that extra time trying to do side work, clean and straighten up like a good employee, but after awhile I would often just hang out in the back room studying, since I was also in grad school at the time. The bartender said he had heard a noise as well, but not as loud as me and without the vibrating floor walls, and started checking the sound system telling me some of the music equipment had probably just started fucking up. Until when I started completely freaking out in the back room, and when I would leave to go sit up at the bar or in the dancer's dressing room, the feeling would mostly go away. Imagine my horror … While some of these stories have sweet and syrupy … ", My dad says, 'Yeah. I moved out about a year later. So when I was barely twenty years old I was travelling with a small group of people through China, and we were spending about two months in Qinghai province, which used to be part of Tibet. I distanced myself from it mentally as much as I could. It was evening, not full dark. His name was Mamillius, and he probably was nine or ten years old. r/TrueScaryStories: A community to share your scariest true life experiences whether it be ghosts, ghouls, cryptids, aliens, humans, or just a scary … Press J to jump to the feed. William Shakespeare told about him in The Winter's Tale. For all the clarity of that distinct feeling, I had no sense of what it wanted, whether it was malevolent or just curious. Many years ago a young prince became famous for a scary story he started to tell, but he never finished. You can submit your scary, sad, horror, creepy stories to me. I was starting to feel the panic in my chest, and I kept telling myself to look away and look into the dressing room, but I couldn't stop staring, like I was transfixed...and in the corner of my eye I saw a reflection in the mirror set up leaning against a dresser in the back room, I forced my head to look and I saw, in the mirror, two legs in black ripped tights, floating about a foot from the floor swaying back and forth. My mom and my sister are already up, and they look exhausted. We can see this in Shakespeare’s The Winter’s Tale. The police were called (Cousin had to go home to his house to call — this was way pre-cell phone era). So I chose the parents on the floor. I would often feel panicked and scarred but I chalked it up to a stressful job in a strange environment. I remember we reached the little summit and I simply sank to the ground next to the pile of rocks. I got a job working as a cocktail server at a strip club, which was a good choice for me at the time as the club was very fun, kind of metal punk vibe, and also very popular with lesbians, and since I was going through the process of coming out as bisexual, and was in a very radical, "fuck corporate society fuck men lets take their money" phase. She just stood there, staring, looking like a photograph from 1905. No one seems to be behind the wheel, though the engine is idling. Around all this happening I felt I was losing my mind. Many years ago a young prince became famous for a scary story he started to tell, but did not finish. As Mamillius knew, the best way is to speak softly, so that your listeners lean forward to catch your words, and to speak slowly, so that your voice sounds scary. She peeks out a side window, very stealthily. Also while I was there after about 6 weeks I would often have terrible, suffocating feelings, almost about to have panic attacks, and terrible migraines while working in the club. Three dimensional and all. We threw whatever we could grab in two trips in my car (after I walked him to another bathroom and waited outside the door) and got the fuck out at top speed. And not at the door... she was barking straight at me. The kind of vacuous hideousness of a fly buzzing against a closed window for hours on end in an empty room? I never really thought about it at all. So my sister would often be seen waving and staring and giggling while looking into the laundry room. Gene? I was ecstatic to be in Tibet, went to sleep with a smile on my face every night. His name was Mamillius, and he probably was nine or ten years old. 'Although I think he is lying.'. Grandma and Cousin have passed. Nope, not a clue, says grandma. All of a sudden he went dead still, looked me in the eye, and very solemnly said "She's not happy. Mamillius is Leontes’s and Hermione’s son. This room gave me the worst, suffocating, panic inducing vibes of all, and I had no explanation for it. Subscribe. Many years ago a young prince became famous for a scary story he started to tell, but did not finish. I don't at all think our place was haunted, btw, it was built in the late 70's and as I got older, I never experienced anything like that again. So I would often be at work until 4 am or later, since I didn't have a car, public transportation wasn't running, and it was in kind of a sketchy neighborhood I would wait until one of the dancers was done for the night and she would drop me off at home, this was often after my own shift ended. I grew up in New Mexico and was always very into the outdoors, hiking, camping, rock climbing, etc. In the holiday classic, originally titled "A Ghost Story of Christmas," four phantoms visit the curmudgeon Ebenezer Scrooge to scare his greedy soul straight. William Shakespeare told about him in The Winter's Tale. I never had these feelings anywhere else around this time. My grandma, who is terrifyingly resourceful, huddles us all into the living room, away from a window where anyone can see us. Cousin, it should be noted, has pretty much every gun ever made. I was near the end of my shift, and was taking off my apron in the dressing room and leaned over the dancer's mirror to check my makeup, and that is the last thing I remember. Wrong. We all decided to go for a walk on the hills right behind the town, where there was a small summit with a pile of rocks and some prayer flags (to be honest there were little "altars" like these on every other hill, but it gave us something to do). We don’t know how all the windows and doors were banging, and we don’t know why we never saw a SOUL anywhere or how they could get around the sides of the house without leaving a trace in the damp earth. Ghosts and horrors have always been a staple of … Get our eeriest tales and best book deals delivered straight to your inbox. Out of nowhere I brought up the "voice at the top of the stairs" and my brother got all quiet and weird. We spent only a couple of days there, shopping for food at the markets and walking around to see the sights, although there weren't many. My dog was going absolutely ape. Rhythmic and terrifying, like all the doors are about to splinter and crack. The three ground-floor doors are shaking — we can see them trembling and jerking on their hinges from our vantage point on the couch. Cousin flings open the front door and fires the huge shotgun, once, BANG, deafening. WHICH ONE SCARED YOU THE WORST! All at once, there is a loud, insistent banging on the front door. Favi Santos By Erin Cossetta Updated December 5, 2020. We have never figured this out. One of the most gut-level disturbing things though was the little girl in my bathroom. So one night after closing I was carrying a box of extra glasses into the back room, and I heard the most terrifying sound of my life. One night when I was about 5 or 6, I had this really really vivid dream where I woke up scared, and went into my mom's room to sleep with her. I recall just sitting at the top of the stairs, having conversations with this voice, about the betting, of course. His name was Mamillius, and he probably was nine or ten years old. After a while he asked to use the bathroom and I directed him to mine. It was Death.". I knew there was something ugly in the house and I felt like it was presenting this sympathetic image to me. I have been waiting for this opportunity since I missed the boat LAST Halloween! He shouts, “Everyone get behind the couch! We all scream. The banging starts AGAIN, all the doors and now we can hear the windows rattle. Pink dress? I have one, of sprites and goblins.” In the Victorian era, at Christmas and New Year's Eve, it was an established ritual to gather around the fireplace and tell stories of these strange creatures … This was near Halloween so the club had kind of gone all out and had goofy decorations and costumes. She runs to get the phone to call her cousin and ask him to come up — she thinks maybe it’s a hired hand and he’s just at the wrong farm. I touched my face and felt that I was grinning at nothing. It’s early in the AM, like just before daybreak. As I said, I was very little so I probably didn't have any counting abilities anyway. I had a couple of folks in Groupthink ask me about this, so I hope it's ok I re-post; I originally…. This Channel is for Animated Horror Stories. Just like…. This happened at least 5 more times while I worked there, sometimes other people heard it, sometimes just me, always when I was walking into the back room. Anyway I brought my camera and took lots of pictures. After the noise and red light, I would never go to the back room, even when I should have been cleaning it. As the years went by and things in the house continued to get worse, she started seeming... darker. 22 Unbelievable But Real Horror Stories That Will Scare The S#! I'm not sure, but I know I was very little. Oh, my God. It’s rusted but it was probably once painted blue. It was on a dark winter's day that his mother, the queen, asked him for a story. It's that time of year again: Shadows grow long, winds turn chilly, and we're closer and closer to…. Cousin said he thought he saw a blur of something out the picture window and ran to fire the first shot, but “missed” because, once he stood there, nothing or no one was on the lawn or in the truck. Halloween is right around the corner, so it's time for another round of spooky stories! Years later, I asked them about it again. "A sad tale's … In it, Williams sings, “There’ll be scary ghost stories and tales of the glories of Christmases long, long ago, a concept that seems more fit for Halloween than Christmas. When we came around the bend in the long, steep driveway, he went completely white. Do you see it? 50+ ‘Scary Stories’ That Are Actually 100% Real By Chrissy Stockton Updated October 26, 2020. Through all the emptiness a thought floated to the forefront of my mind: You should just die. It’s old-timey like from maybe the 1930′s? I was completely hysterical, had no idea what had happened. There was NO ONE behind the wheel of that thing. We are too scared to even scream. William Shakespeare told about him in The Winter's Tale. There is a strange truck there. 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