A place to submit short scary stories.
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.
However, the insistence of the woman had piqued his curiosity, so the next night he walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was incredibly pale. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. He felt embarrassed that he had made the woman so uncomfortable, and hoped she had not made a complaint with the woman on the front desk.
At this point he decided to consult her for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?"
The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in there, and we find that even now, whoever stays there gets very uncomfortable. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
It's about 3 AM and you wake up to your daughter crawling into your room crying.
"What's the matter? Did you have a bad dream?"
"Well tell me about it, It will make things better"
She cries for a long time, then finally answers:
"Because in the dream, when I told you about the dream, the monster wearing mommy's skin kills us"
The sheets beside you shift uneasily.
I have trail cameras in my backyard so i know if someone's out there. One night, they turned on. There was a herd of deer. They were all staring at the camera. My porch light could only reach so far. The deer's eyes were all shining. I looked to the back of the group. A pair of eyes were dark red, like an ember glowing inside a skull. The camera was in black and white... I felt my back get scorched by a burning hand. I live alone... Then, I woke up. My phone had a notification that my trail camera had gone on...
My fingers ran against the cold window. She saw my face, staring back at her. She screamed, picking up her phone.
I knew she would never reach the police in time. I opened the window and stepped through, walking and grinning slowly, my knife in hand.
She curled up against a wall, screaming and crying. My fist tightened, clenching the blade. I swung at her neck, blood spurting everywhere.
I malevolently laughed. My rag cleaning my knife, I pulled open my bag and pushed jewelry and money into it.
I felt a cold hand on my neck.
I walk into your bedroom. I see you laying on your bed, asleep. I grab out my axe and walk over to you. I raise my axe up slowly, and quickly slam the blade side of the axe into your body. You wake up and see me. You scream in both pain and fright. I laugh maliciously, an evil smile on my face, as I whack you again and again. As you bleed out onto your bed, my smile grows bigger and my laugh grows louder. When you're about dead, I sit you up onto your bed and, with one swift whack, chop your head off!
Sweet dreams. I'll be watching you.
It sad when my dog sits next to me and gives me the sad look, because he knows that I'm the only one who can see him. He knows that they keep telling he he's dead.
I pet him on the head, then go to bury my family after they told me he was dead for the last time.
I woke up in the middle of the night to hear my phone ringing. Strange. No one calls me, especially late at night. I answered to hear a quiet, scary voice saying, "Hello there. I am inside your closet." Those words made me tremble with fear. "I can see you trembling." The voice said eerily. I hung up before the voice could say anything else. I quickly got up and went over to my closet. I opened it. Inside stood a tall man with a knife. Before I could scream out or run away, the man plunged his knife into my chest.
It's a normal weekend in the summer, pretty boring, so I decided that me and my friends should have a sleep over. There's me, I have a large family so we have a lot of beds and stuff, my mom also told me they where going to leave for a family visit to grandma's place. This left me with my younger brother Zach and a week a half with nothing to do. There's my friend from the grade above me, Ryan, he was old enough to drive and actually had a drivers license so we could go where ever. My best friend Tiffany she was... interesting, but did always had a lot of games so that was great. And Zach, my younger brother, was pretty gullible even for a 12 year old, so there was some fun there. So we had a plan, now it was just the time to make it turn real.
It was the day before the family visit, we all had the materials, now is the time. I said my goodbyes and called my friends over, this will be great!
"Wiat what?" I asked myself, I turned around to see my cat Rosa, "How did I forget I had a cat?" Oh well she probably just wanted some pets, it's gonna take a bit for the Cat Charade to get here...
(Part 2?? This is getting long so maybe)
I went into the kitchen and then forgot why I got up. Typical thing, right? Yes, except now I keep seeing something out of the corner of my eye, but when I turn to look, it disappears. This happens everytime the memory glitch happens, usually after, but sometimes before. Now, everytime I see it, I panic wondering what I just forgot or am about to forget.