Some of these creepy stories you’re about to read are absolutely terrifying.
It’s crazy how just two simple sentences can send chills down your spine.
You might want to keep your lights on for these horror stories, better yet….. just don’t got to sleep tonight.
“My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.”
“The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams. I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.”
“I woke up to hear knocking on glass. At first, I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.”
“The covers are always a safe place in my bed, everyone’s out and I’m home alone, I slip between the covers, trying not to think bad thoughts. In complete darkness I whisper to myself, “Is it stupid that I’m afraid?”, “Don’t worry, friend, they can’t get us in here”, it whispers back.”
“After working a hard day, I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didn’t know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.”
“Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.”
“You’re about to sleep and put your blanket on, one of your leg is freezing because it’s not covered by the blanket; you’re afraid of monster touches your leg. Then you cover it, and you pull the blanket to your head until it’s covered, under the blanket you sigh, yet it’s already there.”
“I begin 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.”
“A girl heard her mom yell her name from downstairs, so she got up and started to head down. As she got to the stairs, her mom pulled her into her room and said, “I heard that, too.”
“I can’t sleep,” she whispered, crawling into bed with me. I woke up cold, clutching the dress she was buried in.”
“She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn’t.”
“I awoke to the sound of the baby monitor crackling with a voice comforting my firstborn child. As I adjusted to a new position, my arm brushed against my wife, sleeping next to me.”
“You get home, tired after a long day’s work and ready for a relaxing night alone. You reach for the light switch, but another hand is already there.”
“There’s nothing like the laughter of a baby. Unless it’s 1 a.m. and you’re home alone.”
“In all of the time that I’ve lived alone in this house, I swear to God I’ve closed more doors than I’ve opened.”