Horror Fiction Storiesscare stories
The horrifying stories that are like horror novels....but real.
Ted Bundy's boyfriend's folks tripped over a new body Ted Bundy had abandoned on her first date. "When Halloween was just around the corner, my mates and I were tellin' spooky stories. In a nutshell, the first date was a pleasant, if unpleasant one, and at the moment they would have said "good night," my friend's father proposed that they go on a walk at 12 o'clock to Provo Canyon.
Thus the two went up the estuary of the channel, got out of their automobiles and began to wander under the starlight, as it was a new Moon. Many years later, after being remarried for a while, they saw an interrogation with the TV murderer Ted Bundy.
Answering a query that asked him to describe the nearest catching period, he told about the eve he attracted a young woman into Provo Canyon and had just murdered her when he heared that some folks were approaching the path. Explaining how he was hiding in the tree just in case, just to see a fellow go right into the man's trunk, and for some damn good cause just turned around and walked away.
Every door in the building began to slam and slam. "I' m living in a dormitory. I' m the only flatmate who can stand it, but then I've seen some really horrible things in my day. In Minneapolis I was alone at home one evening, and I was sure of it, because all my flatmates were in Minneapolis for Gay Pride weeks.
So I planned a bash, but I didn't, checking the place and locking up for the evening. Around the middle of the morning I could hear the puppy at my front doors whimper and got up to let him out. When he made his deal, I thought I thought I could hear a room close in.
Thought it was just a straying wind at first, but it was a rather quiet one. When I let the canine in, I listened to a tremendous sequence of beats and started to think that it might be someone trying to screw me. As I was walking down the hall to inspect the bath room doors, I could hear a noisy impact from below and a second later the hound passed by and hid behind me in the bath room.
Then I turned around in good season to close my doors and throw myself open. Once I awoke in the midnight and saw two gazes in the dark hovering in the corners of my room. Once I awoke in the midnight and saw two gazes in the dark hovering in the corners of my room.
and it scratched the wood floors. There were maybe 15 regular guests in this room, usually between the age of 12 and 16 or so, and we had a great run to play different animation character and plot lines.
Some of these boys were a bit eccentric - he FAVOURED creature/monster styles and stories, things like Godzilla, Spawn, whatever. Having got to know him quite well and made over 100 telephone calls over the years, he unveiled this beautiful film. You did it at dusk (of course) in a room illuminated by candlelight, and it tethered itself to the bedside because you didn't know how the devil would do.
Describing a rather spooky trial, but the most horrible thing was the end: He said they listened to something on the ground under the bunk when the'demon' walked out of his corpse, and then climbed something over the ground and out of the room in the dark, and scratched the wooden ground.
She walked down a long corridor, turned around to the lefthand side, opened a gate and saw something atrocious. "He says, Dad?" This one a little noisier. The last on your lefthand side. Grandma arrives at the front gate, turns around to the lefthand sees her man lying asleep.
It was the shade coming at top speeds. "Auntie and uncle, my mother, my grand parents and some of her neighbours swore that they saw a UFO hovering over my grandparents' home at the end of the 1960s. I' m quite sure another day 10 years ago I saw a UFO with my mother behind our hous.
The back yard is essentially a nile of arable land, and there was a strong incandescent glow jumping in the center of the pitch, and then it just rocketed and was gone. One of my friends tells me that her lilac dinosaurs came to live at nights and was watching her. "and she was watching the lilac dinosaurs come to live at noon.
There was a strange man standing in front of my 8-year-old cousin's bedroom in the middle of the dark staring at him. At last one evening the foreigner became brave and began to press on the windows to see if they would open, but fortunately the windows were closed. Until today, my cuz has no clue who the dude was or what he wanted or what he would have done if the windows had been opened that nig.
I could still feel this dude breathe after I held his breathe for a long while. "but I grew up in a place where I just can't tell you what just went wrong. But, anyway, this place.
It was an old home in New Zealand, my whole familiy was living there for about 5 years and there were many homty things that were occurring during that period. We all went where we thought the sound came from and found a jar shattered on the ground in the centre of the bath.
He had sat on the windowsill above the washbasin and the vanity where, if he had just dropped, he would have bashed into the washbasin, but he had been able to avoid the washbasin and beat about 7 ft into the center of the room. They' re talking and getting along.
They have long talks until late at night. Well, he cries. Eventually she called him to come to her home at 7:30 on a Saturday evening. She' telling him to come at exactly 7:30, not a second later. This guy (coach) got a little bit jittery, but he still had a lot of spare to do.
When he quickly drops off the first two children, he decided that the third child's home is too far away, so he left him on the street and asked him to go home (yeah very shower movement I know......). It reaches her home at 19:35 (5 min too late). Seeing the place, looking intimate.
It' the girl's place. Handcuffs on a lady who the cops are taking out of the building. Soon a policeman comes to his home as he was expecting and asks him if it is him (name). They found the remnants of the lost kids in her home. It turns out the little maid had asked him to her home on a date at 7:30 pm to murder him in a sacrificial rite of war.
"I have always asked myself, as someone trapped between a powerful austere education (even in the south ) and the reconciliation of all this pleasure with my present gnostic beliefs, what the hell was happening that evening. Yet one evening, as we made our way there, it was completely different. Now, we decide to go down the street a second times just to see what we could see.
At that point we had completely forgot about the other group. So one of the basins began to drip, not to flow, but to drip it. "but I' ve been living in this place for a year and I vow to Christ that something bad happened in there.
There was a great deal of folk about the place at the beginning. It was a whore's apartment building then. Afterwards it was a halyard building that was attacked by the DEA (confirmed by the landlord). After that, however, the building was empty for several years before the owner put it back on the street.
During a walk through the building, my flatmates and I found odd signs and lettering on the wall, most of which were coated with yellowing, peeled flower-paper. Looks like some tramps sat there from occasion to occasion (empty sacks of crisps, a room stank of piss).
- A flatmate hears the bark of a hound that regularly comes through his well. - Another flatmate woke up and found items (including large ones, like his desktop once) in his room. Every eighth before going to bed, he closed his doors and began to watch sounds with a dictation machine.
Particularly at nights. - from one of the baths in the middle of the day. - Most of all, these damn little fry fish would spat in our front garden when it was raining in the summers, and they would rave the place by passing through the tears at the bottom of the doorframes.
- One of the washbasins began to drip, not to flow, but to drip it. It' like a bloody horror film. - We overheard an old 1960s telephone ring. - There was someone running around on the outside rooftop. All that nonsense about the home being obsessed. We all had terrible sleeping difficulties and bad dreams all year round.
The point came when a flatmate moves in with his friend for a whole weekend just so he doesn't have to stay with us anymore. All of us were stirred up by the negativity of the building and our emotional well being was destroyed, which improved with the move out.
Getting together and supporting each other makes it much simpler to cope with a chronical disease like Hidradenitis Suppurativa over the years.