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He called on Sunday, May 29, 1994, introduced himself as Lesha and invited me to the video salon. “Lyosha?” Sveta did not immediately understand. “Ah, that’s right, that guy I met last week. But why is he asking what I look like and what I’ll be wearing? Forgot, or what? Skirt, windbreaker, what?” Then". We agreed on 20.00 near the new circus, and Sveta walked from the River Station to the university through the entire city in the drizzling rain, without telling anyone about the upcoming date.

Instead of the young man in a denim suit, whom she expected to see, a young man of about 30, who had already begun to go bald, in unironed trousers and a corduroy jacket, approached. There is an umbrella in his hand, and a keychain knife on his waist belt.

The background to the impromptu rendezvous turned out to be simple. About five years ago, on a bus, he met two girls, begged Svetka’s phone number from her friend, and then, having stumbled upon it in his address book, five years later he called.

This section contains a hand-selected collection of the scariest stories published on our website. Basically these are scary stories from life told by people in in social networks. This section differs from the “best” section in that it contains scary stories from life, and not just interesting, exciting or educational ones. We wish you a pleasant and exciting read.

Just recently I wrote a story for the site and clarified that this is the only misterious story which happened to me. But gradually more and more new cases emerged in my memory, which happened, if not to me, then to the people next to me, who, of course, can be completely disbelieved. But if you don’t believe everyone who is next to you, then you don’t have to believe...

18.03.2016

This was in the early 50s. My grandmother's brother, an electrician by training, returned from the war and was in great demand - there weren't enough people, the country was being rebuilt from ruins. So, having settled in one village, he actually worked for three - fortunately, there were settlements close to each other, he mostly had to walk... In a hurry, walking from one village to another, he often...

15.03.2016

I heard this story on the train from my neighbor in the compartment. The events are absolutely real. Well, at least that's what she told me. It took five hours to drive. In the compartment with me was a young girl with a little girl of five years old and a woman of about sixty. The girl was so restless, she constantly ran around the train, made noise, and the young mother chased after her and...

08.03.2016

This strange story happened in the summer of 2005. At that time, I finished my first year at the Kyiv Polytechnic University and came home to my parents for summer holidays relax and help with home repairs. The town in the Chernihiv region where I was born is very small, the population is no more than 3 thousand, there are no high-rise buildings or wide avenues in it - in general, it looks ordinary...

27.02.2016

This story happened before my eyes over several years with a person whom I could then call a friend. Although we rarely saw each other and almost never communicated on the Internet. It’s hard to communicate with a person who is diligently avoided by simple human happiness - troubles at work, depression, constant lack of money, lack of relationships with the opposite sex, life with a disgusted mother and brother, whom even...

19.02.2016

This story is not mine, I don’t even remember exactly whose. Either I read it somewhere, or someone told me... A woman lived alone, in a communal apartment, lonely. She was already many years old, and her life was hard. She buried her husband and daughter and was left alone in that apartment. And only her old neighbors and girlfriends, with whom she sometimes got together over a cup of tea, brightened up her loneliness. Is it true, ...

15.02.2016

I'll tell you my story too. The only mysterious story that happened to me in my life. It really can be attributed to a dream, but for me everything was very real and I remember everything as it is now, unlike anyone else bad dream. A little background. I see a lot of dreams and like any other person who dreams a lot, I can not only often...

05.02.2016

One young couple was looking for an apartment. The main thing is that they said that it should be inexpensive, but also in good condition. They finally found the long-awaited apartment: it was inexpensive, and the owner was a nice little granny. But finally the grandmother said: “Be quiet... the walls are alive, the walls hear everything”... The guys were surprised and with a smile on their faces asked: “Why are you selling the apartment so cheap? This is for you...

05.02.2016

I don't like children. These little whining human larvae. I think many people treat them with a mixture of disgust and indifference, like I do. This feeling is aggravated by the fact that literally under the windows of my house there is an old kindergarten, all year round filled with hundreds of screaming, raging short men. Every single day you have to walk through their pen. Summer this year was very hot for our region and...

02.02.2016

This story happened to me 2 years ago, but when I remember it it becomes very creepy. Now I want to tell it to you. I bought new apartment, since the previous apartment did not suit me very much. I had already arranged everything, but I was confused by one closet that stood in the bedroom and occupied most rooms. I asked the former owners to remove it, but they said...

17.12.2015

This happened in St. Petersburg, at the Novodevichy cemetery in 2003. At that time, our hobbies included the occult and the so-called black rituals. We had already summoned the spirits and I was sure that I was ready for anything. Unfortunately, the phenomena that happened that night forced me to reconsider my views on life, now I will try to retell everything that I remember. Linda met me on Moskovsky Prospekt. I...

15.12.2015

Our family had a tradition: every summer we went to the Vologda region to relax with our relatives. And the edges there are swampy, the forests are impenetrable - in general, a gloomy area. The relatives lived in a village on the edge of the forest (in fact, it was a holiday village). I was 7 years old at that time. We arrived in the afternoon, it was cloudy and raining. While I was laying out my things, the adults were already lighting up the grill under...

Real life is not only bright and pleasant, it is also scary and creepy, mysterious and unpredictable...

“Was it or not?” - real life story

I would never have believed in something like that if I hadn’t encountered this “similar” thing myself...

I was returning from the kitchen and heard my mother screaming loudly in her sleep. So loud that we calmed her down with our whole family. In the morning they asked me to tell him about the dream - my mother said that she was not ready.

We waited for some time to pass. I returned to the conversation. This time mommy didn’t “resist.”

From her I heard this: “I was lying on the sofa. Dad was sleeping next to me. He suddenly woke up and said that he was very cold. I went to your room to ask you to close the window (you have a habit of keeping it wide open). I opened the door and saw that the closet was completely covered in thick cobwebs. I screamed and turned around to go back... And I felt that I was flying. Only then did I realize that it was a dream. When I flew into the room, I became even more scared. Your grandmother was sitting on the edge of the sofa, next to your dad. Although she died many years ago, she appeared young before me. I always dreamed that I would dream about her. But at that moment I was not happy about our meeting. Grandmother sat and was silent. And I screamed that I didn’t want to die yet. She flew up to dad on the other side and lay down. When I woke up, for a long time I could not understand whether it was a dream at all. Dad confirmed that he was cold! For a long time I was afraid to fall asleep. And at night I don’t go into my room until I wash myself with holy water.”

I still get goosebumps all over my body when I remember this mother’s story. Maybe grandma is bored and wants us to visit her at the cemetery?.. Oh, if it weren’t for the thousands of kilometers that separate us, I would go to see her every week!

“Don’t go for a walk through the cemetery at night!”

Oh, that was a long time ago! I have just - just entered the university... The guy called me and asked if I wanted to go for a walk? Of course, I answered that I wanted to! But the question became about something else: where to go for a walk if you’re tired of all the places? We went through and listed everything we could. And then I joked: “Shall we go and wander around the cemetery?!” I laughed, and in response I heard a serious voice that agreed. It was impossible to refuse, because I did not want to show my cowardice.

Mishka picked me up at eight in the evening. We drank coffee, watched a movie and took a shower together. When it was time to get ready, Misha told me to dress in something black or dark blue. To be honest, I didn’t care what I was wearing. The main thing is to experience a “romantic walk”. It seemed to me that I would definitely not survive it!

We've gathered. We left the house. Misha got behind the wheel, even though I had a license for a long time. Fifteen minutes later we were there. I hesitated for a long time and did not leave the car. My beloved helped me! He offered his hand like a gentleman. If it weren’t for his gentlemanly gesture, I would have stayed in the salon.

Came out. He took my hand. There was a chill everywhere. The cold “came” from his hand. My heart trembled as if from cold. My intuition told me (very persistently) that we should not go anywhere. But my “other half” did not believe in intuition and its existence.

We walked somewhere, past the graves, and were silent. When I felt really creepy, I suggested returning. But there was no answer. I looked towards Mishka. And I saw that he was all transparent, like Casper from the famous old movie. The light of the moon seemed to completely pierce his body. I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. The lump in my throat did not allow me to do this. I pulled my hand out of his hand. But I saw that everything was fine with his body, that he had become the same. But I couldn’t imagine it! I clearly saw that my beloved’s body was covered with “transparency.”

I can’t say exactly how much time passed, but we headed home. I was just happy that the car started right away. I just know what happens in films and TV series of the “creepy” genre!

I was so cold that I asked Mikhail to turn on the stove. In the summer, can you imagine?! I myself can’t imagine... We drove off. And when the cemetery ended... I again saw how for one moment Misha became invisible and transparent!

After a few seconds, he became normal and familiar again. He turned to me (I'm on back seat was sitting) and said that we would take a different route. I was surprised. After all, there were very few cars in the city! One or two, probably! But I didn’t try to persuade him to go along the same route. I was glad that our walk was over. My heart was beating somehow restlessly. I chalked it all up to emotions. We drove faster and faster. I asked to slow down, but Mishka said that he really wanted to go home. At the last turn, a truck drove into us.

I woke up in the hospital. I don't know how long I lay there. The worst thing is that Mishenka died! And my intuition warned me! She was giving me a sign! But what could I do with such a stubborn person like Misha?!

He was buried in that same cemetery... I did not go to the funeral, as my condition left much to be desired.

I haven't dated anyone since then. It seems to me that I am cursed by someone and my curse is spreading.

Continuation of scary stories

"Terrible Secrets of the Little House"

Three hundred kilometers from home... It was there that the inheritance stood and awaited me in the form small house. I've been meaning to look at him for a long time. Yes, there was no time. And so I found some time and arrived at the place. It so happened that I arrived in the evening. She opened the door. The lock jammed as if it didn’t want to let me into the house. But I still managed to handle the castle. I walked in to the sound of creaking. It was scary, but I managed to cope with it. Five hundred times I regretted that I went alone.

I didn’t like the setting, because everything was covered in dust, dirt and cobwebs. It’s good that water was brought into the house. I quickly found a rag and began to put things in careful order.

Ten minutes into my stay in the house, I heard some noise (very similar to a groan). She turned her head to the window and saw the curtains swaying. The moonlight burned through my eyes. I saw the curtains “flash” again. A mouse ran across the floor. She scared me too. I was scared, but I continued cleaning. Under the table I found a yellowed note. It said this: “get out of here! This is not your territory, but the territory of the dead!” I sold this house and never came near it again. I don't want to remember all this horror.

A collection of unrelated stories in a few sentences.

At night I looked out the window. There were no clouds in the sky. And stars.

I burned all the dolls, although my daughter cried and begged me not to do this. She didn’t understand my horror and didn’t want to believe that it wasn’t me who put dolls in her bed every night.

A man is standing in the yard and looking out my window. For a long time. Without moving. I do not mind. Just let his parents stop saying that they don’t see him.

When we bought the house, I assumed that the scratches on inside a large and not very well-mannered dog left the basement door. The day before yesterday the neighbors said that the previous owners did not have a dog. This morning I noticed that there are more scratches.

Honey, you don't have to be afraid of your dead grandmother. See for yourself that she is nowhere to be found. Look under the bed, in the closet, in the closet. Well? Are you sure? Stop!!! Just don't raise your head to the ceiling! Grandma hates it when people stare at her!

My name is John. I am six years old. I really love Halloween. This is the only day, or rather night of the year, when my parents take me out of the basement, take off the handcuffs and allow me to go outside without a mask. I keep the candy for myself and give the meat to them.

“Under no circumstances go to the far closet,” my mother said. Of course, I immediately stole the key from her. She discovered it was missing, started screaming, stomping her feet, but when I told her that I hadn’t gotten to the pantry yet, she calmed down and even gave me a couple of dollars for chips. If it weren’t for two dollars, I would have asked her about the dead boy from the closet, who looked so much like me, and would have finally found out why she cut out his eyes and sawed off his hands.

I put my child to bed and he says to me, “Dad, check for the monsters under the bed.” I look under the bed to calm him down, and I see my child there, looking at me with horror and saying in a trembling voice: “Dad, there’s someone else in my bed.”

I woke up because I heard a knock on the glass. At first I thought someone was knocking on my window, but then I heard another knock... from the mirror.

A smiling face stared at me from the darkness outside my bedroom window. I live on the 14th floor.

This morning I found a photo of myself sleeping on my phone. I live alone.

“I can’t sleep,” she whispered as she climbed into bed with me. I woke up in a cold sweat, clutching the dress in which she was buried.

Doctors told the patient that phantom pain was possible after amputation. But no one warned about how the cold fingers of the amputated hand would stroke the other.

I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear—it’s dark all the time. If I had known, it would have been better to ask to be cremated.

She couldn't understand why she was casting two shadows. After all, there was only one lamp in the room.

Worked late today. I see a face looking directly into the surveillance camera under the ceiling.

The mannequins were left wrapped in bubble wrap. I heard from the other room how someone started to eat them.

Are you awake. But she doesn't.

She asked me why I sighed so heavily. But I didn't sigh.

You came home after a long day of work and are already dreaming of relaxing alone. You look for the switch with your hand, but you feel someone’s hand.

I was having a wonderful dream until I woke up to the sound of someone hammering. Afterwards, I only heard clods of earth falling on the lid of the coffin, muffling my screams.

Scary story

Evgeny Charushin
Scary story

The boys Shura and Petya were left alone.
They lived in a dacha - right next to the forest, in small house. That evening, their father and mother went to visit their neighbors.
When it got dark, Shura and Petya washed themselves, undressed themselves and went to bed in their own beds. They lie and are silent. There is no father or mother. It's dark in the room. And in the darkness someone is crawling along the wall - rustling; maybe a cockroach, or maybe someone else!…

Shura says from his bed:
- I'm not scared at all.
“I’m not scared at all either,” Petya answers from the other bed.
“We are not afraid of thieves,” says Shura.
“We’re not afraid of cannibals either,” Petya answers.
“We’re not afraid of tigers either,” says Shura.
“They won’t come here,” Petya answers.

And just Shura wanted to say that he is not afraid of crocodiles, when suddenly they hear - behind the door, in the entryway, someone quietly stamping their feet on the floor: stamp... stamp.... stamp.... slap.... slap... stamp ...top....
How Petya will throw himself on Shura’s bed! They covered their heads with a blanket and clung to each other. They lie quietly so that no one can hear them.
“Don’t breathe,” Shura says to Petya.
- I'm not breathing.
Stomp... stomp... slap... slap... stomp... stomp... slap... slap...
And through the blanket you can still hear someone walking behind the door and puffing in addition.
But then mom and dad came. They opened the porch, entered the house, and turned on the light. Petya and Shura told them everything. Then mom and dad lit another lamp and began to look in all the rooms, in all corners. There is no one.
We arrived in the hallway. Suddenly, in the hallway along the wall, someone runs into the corner... He ran and curled up in the corner like a ball.

They look - yes, it’s a hedgehog!
He must have climbed into the house from the forest. They wanted to pick it up, but it twitched and stabbed with thorns. Then they rolled him up in a hat and took him to the closet. They gave me milk in a saucer and a piece of meat. And then everyone fell asleep. This hedgehog lived with the guys at the dacha all summer. He still puffed and stamped his feet at night, but no one was afraid of him anymore.