Halloween is coming up, collegiettes. It is the time of the year to rewatch your favorite scary movies, eat too much candy, and dress up in different costumes. And – of course – it is the moment to get scared. We have all heard creepy stories, but I was not aware that 2 sentences were enough to take my sleep way. These stories will literally give you chills. Are you ready? Trick or treat.
I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy there’s somebody on my bed.”
Don’t be scared of the monsters, just look for them. Look to your left, to your right, under your bed, behind your dresser, in your closet but never look up, she hates being seen.
They delivered the mannequins in bubble wrap. From the main room I begin to hear popping.
After working a hard day I came home to see my girlfriend cradling our child. I didn’t know which was more frightening, seeing my dead girlfriend and stillborn child, or knowing that someone broke into my apartment to place them there.
You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen. As you are heading down the stairs you hear a whisper from the closet saying “Don’t go down there honey, I heard it too.”
My sister says mommy killed her. Mommy says I don’t have a sister.
My daughter won’t stop crying and screaming in the middle of the night. I visit her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.
I woke up to hear knocking on glass. I thought it was the window until I heard it come from the mirror again.
“It’s safe to come out now, sweetie” day said reassuringly, his blue eyes shining at me through the gap in the bedroom door. He’s been saying that for hours, but it doesn’t change the fact that my dad’s eyes are green.
After so many years living alone in this large house I came to a startling revelation. In this time I had closed more doors than I had opened.
Put back the mirrors. We miss watching you.
The more I wore it the more it grew on me. She had such pretty skin.
I can’t move, breathe, speak or hear and it’s so dark all the time. If I knew it would be this lonely, I would have been cremated instead.
The covers are always a safe place in my bed, everyone’s out and I am home alone, I slip between the covers, trying not to think bad thoughts. In complete darkness I whisper to myself “Is it stupid that I am afraid?” “Don’t worry, friend, they can’t get us in here”, it whispers back.
Are you scared yet?