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Scary Stories
from our Readers
The Lady In Red
I was about 8 years old when this happened. My dad and I have something very in common. we see the same things. I remember one night lying on my bed not feeling well. I was about to get up when I saw a lady in red. It was a lady in a red dress she was flying around my room so I ran to my parents and I threw-up.
That is not the scary part at all. The thing is I told my dad I had seen a ghost before and he said he had seen many but one in particular. He said "the one that caught my attention was a lady, she was blonde and she was wearing a red dress" amazing!!
I never saw the thing again and my dad hasn't told me about seeing it either!
A Demon In Disguise
Well, it was a while ago when my god brother Gabriel died, he had meant so much to me because we had so much in common. Well, the day after he died we got a call from his family saying that he had died from a heart attack, my Mom didn't want to tell me because she knew that it would be too hard on me. Eventually I found out. I was in tears and I was depressed. After his funeral I immediately would happen to me and it did.
About 1 year later I was sitting in my room listening to the music when I remembered about Gabriel, I got so sad and I started wishing for him to come, as soon as I thought that he came and he
looked exactly how he did when I saw him in his coffin. I started crying and screaming, his eyes were what really hooked me they were green, not brown and his hair was lighter..."Was this really Gabriel" I thought, then he answered my question by his glare, it was an evil glare, no at all like Gabriel. I was so shocked and I couldn't move at all, I stood still frozen with fear as he approached me and started to choke me, I started praying for God to comfort me, the next thing I knew it Was morning and he was gone. The only thing I have to remember is the bruises on my neck that never go away.
Neighborhood Fright
One night I was in my bedroom, with my best friend sitting and talking.
We heard a knock and I called out to my Mom, "What is it?"
No answer. Must have been the wind, I thought. We heard it again and my friend started to cry. She was so scared.
My friend slowly opened the window shade and gasped. Ringing around my house were footsteps. I asked my Mom about it, she said it was my imagination. We heard a noise, like a breathing noise from under my bed.
My friend wasn't about to stay quiet, she let a big bloodcurdling scream.
The next morning, when my best friend went home I felt chills up my back.
She phoned me and told me what she heard. I went to her house, same thing. We finally found a strange man next door who was rooting around our houses.
Nightly Horrors
One night I was in bed. I was very young around 4 or 5. I awoke to creaking on the stairs and whispers in my ears. The first thing that flowed through my mind is -- are there crooks. I was so scared I started worrying and crying silently to myself. Then I started to worry aloud. I kept saying , "Dad no, Don't come, they will get you, don't come." I was so scared. My parents, when they realized I was crying, thought at first I just did not want to go to bed. Then they got worried I was having a panic attack when I kept screaming, "Help Dad Help!" Then I saw this movement around my large room and screamed as loud as I could. Then my Dad hollered, " What on earth is wrong with you?" I could not answer. I felt like it would not let me. He kept yelling. Finally, they got worried and came upstairs. They turned on the light to see my pillow soaking wet with sweat as well as my hair. The strangest thing was
the lights kept flickering overhead. I started to tell my parents were realworried. We all went downstairs turned on the TV and started watching it. When out of nowhere the lights, TV, and the phones go out. There was banging on the doors, screaming every where. Yelling as well. The couches and chairs started shaking. Things starting falling and breaking. When the sun came it all ended and everything went back to normal from that day on. As I write this the pop bottles in the kitchen are rattling and I feel as if something is touching me.
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