Candyman

One day I went to my friend's house. We went to a local Blockbuster Video Store and rented a scary movie. It was called Candyman. It's about a black guy who comes out of mirrors and kills people who chant his name. We went back to his place and watched the movie with all of my friends. It was pretty scary. Well, I went home and went to bed.

A couple days later me and my friend, Joseph went to a friend down the street house. It got late so we walked home. We went through my alley. I got to these two garages and they were separated a bit so in the separation was a path. I glanced toward the path and saw a man kind of far. It was dark so I couldn't see his face. He was standing the same way the Candyman in the movie did with his arms behind his back. As soon as I saw him I ran and my friend ran too. He didn't see him
cause he wasn't looking. I told him what I saw. We both went to our house's and went to bed.

Little Sister

This one night I was at home alone, laying on my bed, when I saw a black figure run by my door. I got up in freight. I started to chase it when it turned into a little girl. It turned and looked at me when I noticed it was my little sister Becky. She had died when she was six. I ran after her and called her name over and over. I followed her into the basement where my brother found her dead. I looked around all over in the basement, and I couldn't find her. I ran up the stairs, as I tried to open the door I noticed it was locked. I felt as if I were in a bad horror movie. All of a sudden the lights went out. Something started to drag me across the basement floor by my hair. It threw me against the cement wall and yelled, "You did it, you killed me." I noticed it was my little sister who was yelling at me. I heard her pick up something metal. She hit me repeatedly with it. I didn't know what it was because it was dark. She knocked me out, Then I awoke noticing it was only a bad dream.

But my sister Becky really did die when she was six. I was sixteen driving to our grandmothers when I was being careless and hit a semi. She flew out because she had no seatbelt on. She asked me if she had to wear her seatbelt and I said "NO."

Scary Chills

I have felt many things that indicate a presence around me. I'm presently 17, but the scariest thing that ever happened in my life occurred when I was 7.

My parents and myself lived in an apartment. Everyone in the apartment knew each other and were all close. One evening, there was a huge party for all the people in the apartment building, and it was held in the large courtyard downstairs. I was there for a while, but I began to get tired, and my mum
took me upstairs to bed. She tucked me in and I think I did fall asleep straight away. She left the hallway light on for me, as I was scared of the dark, and she went back downstairs when she felt that I was OK.

My mum locked the doors to be safe and told me if I needed anything to just call out the window. Later on, I felt a chill near my right cheek. I woke up irritated and I was scared. So I got under the covers and fell asleep again. The chill came back again twice while I was under the covers. I didn't think of it again......until the scariest thing happened. I was half awake when the bed started to move. No Joke! It was shaking like nobody's business! It was shaking to the extent that I was almost off the bed. I screamed for my mum and dad.....and about 2 minutes later my parents were in the apartment. I heard their footsteps approaching, but by then it was too late because the bed had stopped shaking. I didn't understand. My parents are pretty religious, being Hindu's and all. And we are superstitious. But I don't know what caused the bed to shake like it did. I know I wasn't imagining it, as I was almost on the floor from its force. If anyone has experienced this before then could you please fill me in on what the hell it is??

Voodoo Priest

One night, when me and my friend Joe were at his house, we decided to go in the woods at night. There were stories about a voodoo priest that used to live here in Florida, down in this marsh. They say he would kill his victims with an ax and use them as zombies. Of course, we thought this false, and went in the marsh all the time (but never at night, for fear of gators). That night we packed a flashlight, food, Joe's . 22 caliber gun, deck of cards and a tent. We left at around 9:00 p.m. and pitched our tent on a piece of raised land. It was normal until about 11:00, when we heard a rustle in the bushes. We looked with our flashlight but saw nothing. It happened again 10 minutes later. This time we fired a shot into the bush. We heard a squeal, so we fired again. All became quiet.

Later, at 12:00, we became restless, so we packed our tent and started for home. On the trail, a black figure ran ahead of us. We started running faster. We so scared! Later that night, there was a news report about a murder in the marsh. A voodoo priest has killed a girl and buried her, right where we were camping. We never went back in again.