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Tiffany Morrison on June 28, 2020 at 3:50 pm

When I was about 6 my mom rented a town house for the first and last time. My Grandmother moved in with us and I was super excited because I finally got my own room.

The first night in my own room I woke up to find a boy about 9 yeats old standing next to my bed watching me sleep. Now at the time I wasn't scared of ghosts. My Grandmother had seen ghosts for years and she taught me not to be scared. So I stuck up a conversation with the boy.

At first he was nice and we'd play together at night, but then he started telling me I needed to kill my mother and how I needed to do it. I woke up a few times standing over my mom's bed with a knife. When she finally caught me doing that one night I finally told her about the boy in my room and refused to sleep in that room again.

We moved out as soon as we could, but my mom did some research on the house and discovered that a young boy had stabbed his father to death in what was my bedroom years before.

Angeli Hernandez on June 22, 2020 at 9:16 pm

This story has ruined me ever since I heard it, so be warned.
Once there was a little girl who was home alone with her dog. There was a thunderstorm outside, and every time she got scared, she put her hand down to have to the dog lick it. She finally went to sleep but then heard something in the bathroom, so she got up and check, and it was the faucet dripping. She fixed the sink and went back to bed. She was still scared, so she put her hand down, and the dog licked it. She then went to sleep. After a while, she heard the dripping again, so she gets up, and when she goes to the bathroom she finds her dog dead and written in its blood on the mirror, "humans can lick too."

Laura Pollock on June 22, 2020 at 1:28 pm

This ones pretty short but it’s the only good story I have:)
Back before I moved to my current house I lived at a place that had a back door which was mostly glass that you can clearly see through from the outside so after years of living their I started having a weird feeling like I was being watched so I decided to buy curtains for it but for some reason the feeling never really went away (I also never told anyone about this I thought I was just being paranoid). A while before this started happening my moms fiance passed away suddenly despite us thinking he was in pretty good health. About a month later I was still having that feeling and this is around the time my mom decided to go see a medium (I think that was kind of silly because people only really do that in movies but I didn’t want to say that to her) my mom came back pretty happy because apparently the medium told her that he was still with us and that he watches us from the back door because he can get a good view of pretty much the whole house from there this was the first time I told her about that strange feeling. To this day that is the only “ghost story” I have and the only reason I have to ever believe in ghosts.

Victoria Lawrence on June 22, 2020 at 9:32 am

Okay, this one still gives me the chills to this day.

I grew up in a large, old, Victorian style house built in the late 1800s. It was built on the site of a hunt club that burned down years prior to it being built. I recall my mother telling me that she believed there were spirits wandering around the house. She never had the feeling they were bad or evil in any way, perhaps just benevolently watching over us.

When I was around 10 or 11, I had a sleep over with four of my friends. After dinner, we played board games and watched TV, all laying on the floor in front of the fireplace in the den / dining room on the first floor. Now this room had large wooden sliding doors that we closed off from the large drafty living room area to keep the room warm.

It was pretty late, probably around 2:00am and most of us had drifted off to sleep. I was still awake, being the host and keyed up on too much sugar, and was reading a book with my flashlight. One of my friends woke up and whispered to me that she needed to go to the bathroom. I opened up the sliding doors, closing them MOST of the way behind us, turned on the hall light and headed up the stairs to the bathroom with my friend now following behind me. However, half way up the stairs, my friend stopped suddenly. When I turned around to see why my friend had stopped, sheer terror was on her face and she was gripping the banister tightly with one hand. She was pointing to a dark area on the wall just ahead of me with the other hand, and whispered, "Look!". I turned back around to see what she was so scared of. I saw the dark area. Not only did I see the dark area, I WATCHING IT CONTINUE UP THE WALL AS IF IT WERE THE SHADOW OF A PERSON WALKING UP THE STAIRS. Now, one could argue that it was our shadows on the wall, however, we were BOTH STANDING PERFECTLY STILL AT THIS TIME.

At the landing, it faded and disappeared.

We ran up the rest of way to the bathroom at the top of the stairs and quickly shut the door closed behind us, too scared for one of us to stay in the hallway alone. After she was done, still VERY freaked out, we crept slowly back out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the room where the rest of our friends were. We pushed open the wooden sliding doors to see them WIDE AWAKE and huddled together in the far corner. One of my friends angrily accused us of playing a prank on them. When I asked what on earth she was talking about, she said, "Why were you KNOCKING ON THOSE DOORS and walking back and forth in front of the gap? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?" Needless to say, it wasn't us, and we all stayed awake for the remainder of the night and those friends NEVER slept over again.

Celeste Lantz on June 21, 2020 at 3:11 pm

OH heck yes, I finally have one!

So, back in my early-to-mid-teens, my mother insisted on going to a yearly church-sponsored summer camp for mothers and daughters. In what became my final year attending said summer camps, one of the other regular campers–a woman I had perceived to be trustworthy and not easily shaken–told us a story I've never forgotten.

According to our camp friend, several summers prior had been especially hot in the southern end of West Virginia. She began asking her adult son to take her small dog on walks due to the intense heat and humidity. One evening, shortly after sunset, her son came back to the house visibly shaken. She was finally able to get him calm enough to recount his story: the dog had gotten free of its harness and ran off deeper into the woods than usual. By the time he caught up to the dog, it was frozen in fear. He followed its gaze to see a man-like figure walking toward him, completely submerged in flame. Without looking back, he grabbed the dog and high-tailed it back to the house. She explained that they never really brought it up again, but the look in her son's eyes was that of utter fear.

Honestly, kind of intense for a group of tweenage girls.

Sarah-Jayne Fenech on June 21, 2020 at 2:09 pm

Here’s the creepiest spooky story i ever heard, told to me by my best friend:

One night i got up to get a drink, i could hear my mum in the kitchen and as the stairs creaked on my way down i hear my mum call out to me from the kitchen “Susannah is that you?” I replied “yeah, it’s only me” as i walk through the hall towards the kitchen i see my mums face peering out of the hall cupboard and her hand frantically waving me in and she whispers “quick, get in, i heard it too...” I quickly sidestep into the cupboard and ask her “who’s in the kitchen?!’

Then, a grim smile spread across her face as she whispered...... “your mum....”


Caitlin Stow on June 21, 2020 at 6:49 am

The scariest story I have:

It all starts with the 2020 elections.
Everyone is sitting around their television screens.
They are about to announce the next president of the United States.
And it is another 4 years of Trump.

Sends shivers down my spine.
Fingers crossed it doesn’t come true!
*Sorry if any of you are Trumpets*

Olivia Cathorne on June 21, 2020 at 5:52 am

I don't come from America but the U.K. and over here we have a thing called the Duke of Edinburgh, which is a thing you can take part in school and you have to set up your own route and place to camp and you stay for as many nights as the award you are doing, so bronze, silver or gold. So these camping events were with a bunch of 14 years olds all pretty much going camping for the first time, we don't really do a lot of that stuff in the U.K. as there aren't that many nice rural areas where you wouldn't get attacked by a wild fox or hedgehog, so we had to learn to make our own campfire and set up our tents with those we were sharing with, usually, it was boys and girls separate and the person I shared a tent with was very much big into horror at the time, but you can't really get overall scared here in the U.K because it just doesn't have the same feeling when you are parked up in some caravan park instead of in the wilderness, but none the less we were gonna tell horror and ghost stories. The only light we had was those headlights you get when you go exploring or mining or something like that and we tired it to the roof of our tent, not knowing it had a set battery life. So she started to get into this horror story about how this boy got lost in the field of cows (there wasn't much inspiration to draw from with the good old English countryside), and how they were man-eating cows. Now what ended up happening whilst telling this story was a lot more interesting than the story itself, so firstly a lot of these kids had never been camping or away from home in the wilderness before, so a lot of them were homesick, and on the night we all went camping there happened to be a massive thunderstorm and rainstorm that happened as well. So whilst she was telling the story and getting to the good part we could hear this terrifying crying caught in the wind but not knowing where it was coming from (turns out it was someone in the next tent upset because they missed home), and then it started to flash with lightning as well, so all of this added to the stories impact more so then the story itself, overall it was a pretty terrifying experience with the unwanted sound effects but looking back on it now it actually made it a lot more fun.

Emily Cramer on June 21, 2020 at 3:56 am

my dad and i are frequent ghost hunters who like to occasionally travel around and spend the night inside scary and dark locations. a few years back, we took a road trip to waverly hills sanatorium, a truly creepy and overwhelming old building located in kentucky that used to treat tuberculosis patients during the 1910's.

it is a HUGE building, and my dad and i were the only two who spent the entire night there in the dark. and take it as you will, even if you don't believe, but i experienced once of the scariest moments of my life there and i won't ever forget it. i don't know if it was the pure adrenaline just from being scared, or if i truly did see something, but what i experienced is still something that gets my heart pounding and my thoughts racing to this day.

while walking down one of the hallways in the asylum, my dad had taken a steady lead about a foot or two ahead of me. i had my flashlight on and angled down so i could see where i was walking, but occasionally flashing to the empty doorways to see inside the rooms. about two or three doors down the hall, i had flashed up and seen clear as day, a nurse in the doorway with a white cap and gown on with her hands on a gurney, as if she was about to push it out through the doorway. she had made eye contact with me for a second before she was gone, completely vanished. after that, i had felt very overcome with sadness and emotions and i was VERY cold. which i still think was very odd considering we had gone during the middle of the summer.

it's still something i think about to this day even though it happened about 7 years ago, and it's still something i can't entirely wrap my head around.

Tonya H Davis on June 20, 2020 at 6:22 pm

When I was 4 years old we lived in the middle of nowhere down this long gravel drive way that lead to 2 trailers separated by a large round driveway, in the other trailer was a family with 2 young boys. I had an imaginary friend, or so my mom thought, that lived in my closet. But I started telling my mom stuff how that my shadow friend didn't like daddy and wanted to hurt him. I started waking up with small scratches all over my face. She trimmed my nails thinking I might have done it to myself. It kept happening so she thought maybe the cat was somehow squeezing under my door so she started putting a towel in the gap. One night she was carrying the cat down the hallway when the cat freaked out and refused to go past my room. She thought she heard voices coming from my room and she went outside to check if the neighbor boys were at my window talking to me. No one was there. She went back inside and decided to check on me and I was sitting up in bed staring at the closet and told my mom again how my shadow friend didn't like daddy. She told me to go to sleep and shut my door trying to brush it off. Then she saw bright headlights coming up the driveway that looked like a big semi truck. The lights stopped and she heard a indistinguishable male voices moving around the outside of the trailer. She locked all the doors but the voices never went away. When it sounded like they were in the back she ran out the front door, leaving me in my room, and ran to the neighbors but they weren't home. She ended up crawling under one of the neighbors vehicles until my dad came home. By then the light and the voices were gone and I was asleep in my bed. My mom told her parents what happened and they did some research and found out a young girl was murdered by her father in our home. My grandmother was catholic and they had a priest come out and perform an exorcism on the trailer, praying and putting up rosaries. And everything stopped after that. No more imaginary friend, no more scratches, no more cat freaking out.

Kristen Elizabeth Postava on June 20, 2020 at 2:58 pm

My family was camping when I was about ten years old. My mom, sister, friend, and I were in the trailer and my brother and dad were in a tent beside it. In the middle of the night, we heard this horrible loud growling. Everyone in the trailer woke up. We were all convinced there was a bear outside. Our first thought was, " Oh no, dad and Frank are in the tent! The bear is going to get them." We mustered up the courage to shine a flashlight out of the trailer window. 3 racoons had unlocked our cooler and were fighting over our eggs and bacon! With that said, everyone was fine, and dad had to drive to the local market the next morning because racoons had eaten our breakfast.

Phoebe Caradori on June 20, 2020 at 9:19 pm

when I was a child my aunt and uncle would take us camping for a week. One year my aunt told us a story about these human like creatures that were the size of a small child that live in the trees. The creatures also didn’t have a face, it was just a blank spot on their head where the face would go. They would crawl in the trees at night waiting for children who wandered away from camp, jump on their shoulders, and steal the wandering child’s face. Needless to say, we never wandered from camp. My brother and I are in our late 20’s now and are still nervous if we have to walk away from the camp for anything and I still look around to make sure nothing in the trees is going to get me.

Rebecca Kerr on June 20, 2020 at 11:56 am

I was 7 1/2 months pregnant and I hadda sleep on a sleeping bag and it was raining really hard. The tent felt like it was gonna blow away so I was like, oh freakin no, never again will I camp when I’m pregnant;)

Nikolai Novak on June 20, 2020 at 11:19 am

There was one time in the late hours of the night, 2:44am nearing into 3:00am. The devil’s hour, the witching hour, whether you believe it falls upon the strike of a clock at midnight or the dimly lit hallways at 3:00am, you need believe it arises. At 2:44am on a Thursday, a young man crept through his home looking for something. The hair on the back of his neck stood, and doom felt as if it was approaching. With each step he took his lungs burned with a strain as the atmosphere of his own home started to close in on him. The minutes on the clock continued to tick as he approached the cabinet. He opened it with a creak, holding his breath as he peered inside. The result caused him to let out a blood curdling scream strong enough to split the night sky. He was out of chocolate syrup and could not make chocolate milk.

Sara Jane on June 25, 2020 at 8:38 am

i really like this one <3

Molly Montrowl on June 22, 2020 at 9:43 pm

I feel like this is a story Rhett would say LOL

Nikolai Novak on June 30, 2020 at 7:01 pm

Molly you manifested Rhett reading this story

Molly Montrowl on July 2, 2020 at 1:11 pm

no way!!!! so bummed I missed it

Nicole Dumas on June 20, 2020 at 11:18 am

I don’t get scared often. But when I do, it is usually for a pointless reason. I work at a scary amusement park during the fall as a haunt actor. It can be a little spooky at times, my shifts always lasted from 5 pm to 3 am. Sitting out in the dark and cold just to scream and pop out at customers is fun. My scary moment is when I was set to pop out overhead in a dumpster. I’m a tiny little girl and can easily fit into tiny spaces, so this was not a challenge for me. When a big group came by, I did my usual pop out and snarl bit. A tall man saw me and gave me the dead eye. Moments after that he backhanded me right in the face. It was terrifying. I tried to follow him out but lost him I’m the crowd. I usually don’t work alone in my haunt room because of this reason. He escaped and I felt defeated, I decided to clock out for the night. I was angry. At the time it was scary but now I look back and laugh, a tiny teenage girl getting slapped by a grown man that I did not even fail to scare is super funny.

Grace-Anna Davis on June 20, 2020 at 5:03 pm

My tragic camping story begins back in 2012 and I'm in second grade. Me and my mom and a group of girls and their moms are on a Girl Scout camping trip, my first and last one. we arrive at the cabin where we store our things in and cook while we set up our tents outside. My mom is cooking pasta for us as the other girls run and play. I, being the antisocial person I am, decide to help my mom cook. When she finishes, we set the picnic table outside and I carry the pot of pasta behind my mom to the table. It's a very windy North Carolina evening, and the pot promptly is carried out of my hands and spills all over me. It was also very col, may I add, so almost immediately, the pasta has dried in to my hair and on my clothes. since there were no showers, I was stuck with dried pasta in my hair the entire trip. I think I was the inspiration for the dolls with string hair nowadays.

Jolanda on June 20, 2020 at 7:02 am

True story. 1998. Bunch of 8 year olds going on a camp for a weekend. Non-school trip, so it wasn't compulsary, but parents thought it would be a nice experience. Boy, where they wrong. Just before entering the camp, they faked our bus being high jacked, so we were running through little rivers. Thus my only pair of sneakers soaked. Thought we would stay in tents or at last cabins. Nope, each group (about 6 kids in each group) had to build their fort with what was lying around. It was SO cold during the night, I wore all of the clothes that was packed. I didnt shower that 3 days, I didnt poop. I ate the minimum. And one night our group woke up and a freaking jackal (similiar to coyotes), was standing in the entrance! I couldnt wait to get home. Safe to say I didnt go on any camps again till I was older...

Ashley Gordon on June 20, 2020 at 4:33 am

One time when I was 12, I was camping with my Indian Princess tribe and my friend, Alexis, and I weren’t smart and went into the forest. it was getting dark and we finally realized “hey we should probably start heading back.”

it was now dark, and we were lost and had no idea how to get back. all of a sudden we heard noises and looked around and saw 2 glowing eyes. we both lost our breath and got closer to one another. it stared at us and we couldn’t move for what seemed like 10 minutes but I know it wasn’t that long.

Finally the coyote (that’s what we think it was) walked away and we walked back to camp. it definitely was a bonding experience I guess haha

Nicole Reeves on June 20, 2020 at 4:23 am

I mean I have a slightly funny camping story, well actually a fishing story. I was camping, actually more like glamping since we were in a camper not a tent, at a lake with my parents. A few of my parents’ friends came to go fish with us. me, daddy and Mr. Chris were in a boat and find a good little Honey hole for break. We had cane poles and crickets catching bream soon as the cork hit the water. Well Mr. Chris cause a massive one. he pulled it out of the water. The line made a circle around his head. The fish slapped him in the face which dislodged the hook and the fish jumped back into the water. Me and daddy cracked up.

Kacie Coleman on June 19, 2020 at 9:21 pm

I shall add to this. How about the smallest scary story ever? Have you heard of it? No? Ok.

The last man on earth sat alone in his house one night. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The End.

Rapha Conrad on June 26, 2020 at 4:57 pm

On July 13, was a quiet and peaceful night at Potluck Wilderness Park. There, two newlyweds named Frankie and Beenie, we're cozying up next to the campfire. They were spending their honeymoon vacation at the most amazing yet delicious park ever to be created. As the two lovebirds slowly dozed they were suddenly awakened by the sound of the bushes shaking. "What it is?" asked the startled lady Frankie; "I don't know," replied the paranoid gentleman Beenie. The sounds of the shaken leaves from the bushes got louder and louder, as if someone or something was coming from a distance. The heartbeats of the frighten lovers got faster and faster, almost as the same tempo as the sound of someone or something running. Suddenly out of bushes reavealed the figure that was running. It was a short skinny man with black and gray hair. He wore twisted goggles and dirty blue coveralls. His nose looked odd, almost like or exactly like a baby dill pickle or tiny banana glued on to his face. Breathing heavily he apologized for scaring Frankie and Beenie. In his deep but honest voice he cried, "There are two crooks in the forest! They are dangerous! You must run! Run till you find shelter!". With no hesitation, they quickly got up and ran away from their campsite. In the dark wilderness they ran and ran, in hopes to find light or a clear path to proper civilization. They almost gave up because of the excruciating and chaotic marathon, until...there it was! It was a cottage. Again with no hesitation they hurriedly ran inside and shut the door. Frankie and Beenie were out of breath but relieved that they have found sanctuary in the unknown...or so they've thought. The steamy floor was filled up with oddly-shaped machines and gadgets. It looked like something you'll find in a food factory. Beenie, in awe but confused by the sight, accidentally bumped into a shelf that had empty jars that had labels. The labels on the jars had names like "Lima", "Black eyed", and Baked". One of the jars was shattered and it had an aroma of pinto beans. "Why would there be scents of beans?", wondered Beenie. Frankie stared at the conveyer belt that which had a sausage maker at the end. Suddenly her eyes drawn to an overpacked fridge. The colossal icebox was about to bust. Curious Frankie reached toward the handle and opened the fridge door. Boom! Out came out red putty-like parts with jars of green and brown food coloring and hot dog buns. The two pondered the stuff that looked like raw meat, but the smell was not from a cow. It! What kind of place they were living in, A slaughter house with human flesh and insides? Knock! knock! Went the cottage door. The door opened and entered the emaciated banana-nosed wanderer panting. He looked up and his eyes darted at the two shocked lovers. "I know where the two measly crooks are," exclaimed the exhausted man that said it in a sinister way. "You do?" asked Frankie; Beenie followed, "Where?". The bloke cracking up a crooked smile slowly came towards them. He pulled from back pocket what seemed to be a Katana or a machete and screamed, "You!!!" The echos of the two innocent souls taken filled up the forest that night. Years passed by. Today no one has ever talked about the tragic death about the newlyweds, Frankie and Beenie, that night. Others have said that one some nights, you can hear echoes of high-pitched yells with a smell of some sort of cuisine near the brook at Potluck Park. Oh yes. Every July 13, you might see a friendly but odd passerby near the forest, selling his delicious delicacie. "Come get your Beans and Franks!", shouted the peddler with the twisted goggles, "They are unlike what you have tasted before! It will make you scream for joy!". The end.

Alexandria Thrash on June 20, 2020 at 5:16 am

it was just the last woman on earth... she was lonely.

Ripley Morgan on June 20, 2020 at 8:01 pm

Even scarier. 😂😉

Jessica Ross on June 19, 2020 at 8:56 pm

I am a ghost hunter and have a couple of stories that I would love you to share from my personal experiences.
All happening at the quarantine station in manly nsw.
There is the old morgue that is split in two, separated by a window. One half the table and the other where they would study the various illnesses that killed people. I stood in the lab area, by myself, in the dark while the other 5 plus the sensitive stood in the other half watching me. I was overcome with a sense of dread. The sensitive looked past me and fear crossed her face “Jessica, we need to get you out now”. Confused And nervous, I was about to turn when I felt the hand with nails grasp my shoulder hard. No one was there! The sensitive told me that there was an evil that came up on me fast. I got out of there fast

Same night, I walked through the old grave diggers cottage, by myself. The most haunted of the many buildings. The history is there is the grave digger that was caught killing kids.
I was standing in the back room, taunting this guy, expressing my upset at what he did. That sense of dread again followed by a guy whistling right behind me. I felt nauseous and I heard a guy whispering ‘F@#& You’. This was not caught on my equipment.

I had had doors open by themselves, girls voices asking for help when I was by myself, photos of faces in doorways, someone holding my hand and many more. The thrill of the ghost hunt!

Chailey Norton on June 19, 2020 at 8:28 pm

One time when I was younger, I fell asleep in my sister's room and I had this nightmare that I was laying on her bed with the light on (exactly how I was when I fell asleep,) and these two little girls were staring at me. They both looked about fourteen or so and they had long black hair and were very pale, they looked like something out of a scary movie. Well one of them was at the end of the bed crying with her head in her hands, while the other one was right next to me smiling at me sinisterly. Then the girl at the end of the bed who was sobbing look up at me and then looked at who I guess is her sister, and then I looked at the girl next to me and she grabbed my leg and made it feel absolutely unbearable. That was when I woke up and my leg (the one she grabbed in my dream) was literally killing me. It felt as if I had been burned on my leg which continued for about an hour after I had woke up. I would also like to mention that when you lay on my sister's bed completely still it will shake lightly but noticeably. But yeah that was my dream lmao

Tim Grout on June 20, 2020 at 3:26 am

So it’s not GREAT like in terms of epicness that happened to me physically but it was more like an ethereal “wow” moment. I’m born and raised in Minneapolis. Camping is a big part of the northerner lifestyle and I’ve spent a few weeks in the BWCA. Many people go their whole lives without seeing a wild Moose and I saw a wild Cow & Calf on my third trip EVER to the BWCA AND I caught all the fish meat we’d need for the entire weeklong trip on the same day. Hard to argue a better rustic camping day than seeing a moose and her calf and catching 3 pike to feed the boys for a week.

Jamie Tripp on June 19, 2020 at 6:36 pm

Check out the scary story campfire side from the movie Meatballs. It’s retro and so Bill Murray but you need to do the homework mythical you.

ALEXANDRIA TRELFORD on June 19, 2020 at 5:48 pm

One time my friends family and my family went on a camping trip in the states during thanksgiving. After us all having dinner and setting up the tents. We noticed my friends cousins still didnt make it to the site yet. My friends parents called the cousins over and over again no response we all tried to stay up late incase they took a wrong turn or something. I as well eventually fell asleep only to be woken up by a car pulling up to the camp site i took a peak and the cousins car in the front was completely mangled up like the hulk punched it. In the morning we found out they hit a deer and had to file an accident report. Best part of the whole trip was the fact the deer left a smelly souvenir in the broken headlight. Its lovely poop lol

Tamra Jackson on June 20, 2020 at 12:04 am

On my first ever camping trip, I face planted in mud. A couple of other kids and I went to a paved area by our campsite to throw pop it’s at the ground. When it was dark we went back and I went to go do something, but as I turned around I tripped over a tent string and into the mud my face went, and the rest of the front of my body.

Ripley Morgan on June 19, 2020 at 5:00 pm

During one of my visits with an old college friend in Colorado, we decided to camp in the Rockies. With a packed agenda, we were only staying one night, but we got our fair share of excitement. After hearing absolute dragon-like sniffing around the tent, Irene panicked, insisted the bears could smell the sugar in our absinthe, & wanted to call it an early night after having me - ever the calm one - stash the bottle back in the trunk of the car. I woke before she did & sat on our campsite's picnic table, watching the first light creep up the side of a far mountain & smoking a cigarette. A moose wandered between me & the tent. Probably Mr. Sniffy. I wasnt wearing shoes, so when I finished my cigarette, there wasn't a way to put it out without getting up or rudely scarring the picnic table, so I flicked the butt into the fire pit where it could safely extinguish & be retrieved for disposal later. The moose curiously wandered towards what I'd thrown & bent down to sniff. Not wanting him to burn his nose or inhale my poison, I instinctually spoke to the deadly beast less than 6 feet from me as one might scold a dog. "No!" He turned & locked eyes with me. Finally realizing that I was the one in danger & not the curious massive creature, in a desperate move of sheer human arrogance, I maintained eye contact & took a hissing inhale, subtley puffing my chest & shoulders. Not out of actual confidence, but crippling fear that backing down or even blinking was - at this point - a BAD IDEA. He trotted away after a few terrifying seconds of my foolish challenge & I regarded myself the stupidest & luckiest girl in the mountains that morning.
As if that weren't enough adrenaline, later as we drove down the mountain & our cell reception returned, Irene's & my phones blew up. Texts & missed calls from everyone we knew flooded in. "Where are you?" "Are you okay?" "Are you safe?" "Please tell me you're alright!" We actually pulled over as soon as we could to double check that the apocalypse hadn't kicked off overnight before we returned to civilization. That was the night of the shooting in Aurora. And the day of one of my most memorable mortality reminders.

Taylor Funari on June 19, 2020 at 4:56 pm

When I was growing up, we would go on a big vacation with my mom’s side of the family every summer and stay in cabins. Each night around the campfire was always entertaining, but the most memorable nights would be when my uncles would have a competition on who could light their farts on fire for the longest amount of time. They also would try to befriend the animals, such as skunks and raccoons, and would just start petting them like a dog. Have you ever tried to light your farts on fire?

Anna Baldwin on June 19, 2020 at 4:40 pm

I did archaeology at university and we had to camp onsite at a dig for 4 weeks. The scariest things that happened were: the Welsh weather, affectionately dubbed a 'sea mist'; sneaking our toiletries into pubs/bars to use the bathroom after buying a drink; the communal showers to an 18 year old girl; the state of the kitchen we had to cook and clean in; and the port-a-loos not being emptied for over a week. We all cheered when the truck arrived. I haven't been camping since 😂

Emily Os on June 19, 2020 at 4:14 pm

All things are quit and its not quite dark. Rhett and Link start a fire. Link made this weird and frightening noise. Rhett thinks it's a joke of course until the invisible animal made him make the same noise. After that they both passed out. When they awoke it was dark. The invisible animal was gone as far they knew so they ran. They ran into the city they told story. Everyone that told didn't believe them and called it crazy dream. That's all except one person that was Jay. Jay could see the invisible animal in vivid color. They were gonna have to kill it. Turn Jay yelled maybe we can't Link said. Why now left he yelled let's getter done. A loud scream came from the animal it was close. Die evil thing it did.

Emily Os on June 19, 2020 at 4:18 pm

I thought you could make up a story so I did

Lacey Melton on June 19, 2020 at 4:01 pm

When I was 14, my best friend Emily and I walked home from school to her house and when we got there we went to her room to do homework. Truthfully we were sitting there talking about boys or whatever gossip there was at the time. We weren't at her house for more than 15 minutes when we heard the faucet down stairs turn on, but we were alone. Emily went down stairs to check it out and see if her dad or brother came home but when she came back upstairs she told me that there was no one here. She told me she would sometimes have strange things like that happen to her while home. We started working on our homework but this time with her bedroom door closed. Then we heard footsteps on the stairs. We started freaking out. We looked out the window and no cars were home so we knew no one should be there. Emily is the brave one of us so she went out the door first while I stayed back with my dad on speed dial. I grabbed my things before walking downstairs because I indended not to come upstairs again. We ran down the stairs as fast as we could and stayed in the living room talking about if we should leave and walk to my house. We had decided that was the best idea. But before we could get outside we heard footsteps again but this time upstairs, we started out the door and the footsteps grew more intense, like they were running and coming down the stairs. We ran outside and away from the house until we knew we were safe. When we looked to the house we saw her curtain pulled back in her window. This was the by far the most terrifying experience I've had but Emily has had many more things happen since. We believe it's the ghost of her grandfather.

Erica Darnell on June 19, 2020 at 4:00 pm

This one time, at band camp... hahaha, j/k. But one time my brother & I decided to sleep out in my dad’s work shed/garage (which was in our backyard) just for fun, to kinda camp out. We visited and chatted late into the night until we both fell asleep. I woke up freezing cold so I opened my eyes. I was staring at the moonlight that was being cast through the only window & onto the opposing wall. I’d been staring at it for quite some time, contemplating going inside because it was so cold. Suddenly and out of nowhere, not quickly but not slowly either, the light, which was window-shaped, mind you, apparently decided to slip down the wall, across the floor, and disappear into an adjacent wall. There was total silence when it happened. I thought, “ohhhhhkaaaaayyy...” and promptly but calmly woke my brother up and we went into the house. There were no other lights outside, it was in our isolated backyard in the suburbs in the middle of the night. No helicopters, no one was in the backyard, and I still have no explanation. It was a full moon and, like I said, it was dead silent out. It’s probably not the scariest story but it about scared the piss outta 10 year old me when it happened, that’s for sure.

Erica Darnell on June 19, 2020 at 4:07 pm

Then there was that time that something grabbed my boobs in my room and woke me out of a dead sleep. I don’t mean a gentle touch, either. I mean full-on manhandling, shaking the sh-t outta my rack. I scrambled out of bed and was completely alone. I had to sleep with the light on. Took me hours to fall back asleep.

Erica Darnell on June 28, 2020 at 5:45 am

^That happened when I was about 18 or 19. I was living w/my grandparents at the time. It was one of the scariest, most inexplicable things to ever happen to me. It wasn’t a dream, it was a physical shaking. It was crazy.

Ashley Wyckoff on June 19, 2020 at 3:58 pm

This story always creeped me out when I was kid. I don't know the origins of it though.
"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. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds. She reminded him of this several times before allowing him upstairs. 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. He stared in confusion for a while. Was this a celebrity? The owner's daughter? He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity but decided not to.

As he was still looking, the woman turned sharply and he jumped back from the door, hoping she would not suspect he had been spying on her. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was blackness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct black color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something black. 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 black."

Brian Ness on June 19, 2020 at 3:58 pm

Me and my sisters were at my grandparents house one thanksgiving break not too long ago. We have to share a room because he recently downgraded to a single family house that isn't really fit for visitors. One night during that trip, I wake up in the middle of the night and think I see a old lady standing across the room. I think not much of it and fall back asleep. The next day, one of my sisters casually mentions that she woke up in the middle of the night and thought she saw an old lady standing across the room. I mention that it happened to me too.

That's all really. To summarize, at my grandparents house, both my sister and I independently wake up in the middle of the night to see a ghostly old lady standing across the room. Mind you, our grandma has passed when we were teenagers. Was it her? Were we both just crazy at the same time? Who knows.

Elizabeth Dunham on June 19, 2020 at 3:49 pm

When I was in middle school, either 6th or 7th grade, there was this one night that really freaked me out. Still sticks with me all these years later. I was sleeping really good when all of a sudden around one in the morning I woke up. I laid there for a few seconds, really calm and almost like I wasn't even aware I was awake, and then suddenly had this urge to sit up in bed and look towards my open bedroom door. At that point in my life I was fine sleeping with the door wide open (and a night light too, let's be real here). But when I sat up and looked to the open door there was this tall, shadowy figure standing in the doorway. It was just standing there, not moving at all, not making any noise, nothing! I wasn't scared or anything, I just sat there staring at it. It was like a silhouette of a man, wore a fedora, and had on a trench coat. I stared at it, it stared at me. And then I dropped back down to the bed, rolled over, and went back to sleep. Ever since then I've slept with my bedroom door closed, no matter where I live, and always with this sense of someone staring at me. I also found out a few months ago that my dad had the exact same experience when I was a baby. Freaky!

Candace Underhill on June 19, 2020 at 3:34 pm

When I was a kid we lived in a trailer park, 113 was the number. We were convinced it was haunted. Several times things happened we couldn't explain. Watched the game of scrabble slide across the kitchen table, chairs would pull themselves from the table as if someone sat in them. Dishes would move. It was scary! I was glad to move when we did, but the fear never left. I slept in the basement for years and would run up the stairs like something was there. Had nightmares and felt like something was there.