Very scary stories. Scary stories and horror stories

mysticism and other world attracts many people interested in esotericism and extrasensory perception. They try to explain mystical events and use various ways and tools, consisting not only of those obtained in schools and other educational institutions knowledge, but also from their own mystical abilities.

Most of us love to read scary stories or tell them to someone before bed. Scary stories can scare the girls in the pioneer camp and they are very exciting to tell someone before going to bed. But they are all called mystical stories, and horror stories got this name because all the events set forth in them have no logical explanation.

On the pages of this section you can find the most unusual scary stories that will not only frighten a person, but also take your breath away for a few seconds. Most of presented horror stories - real stories happened in life ordinary people. Check them out, because perhaps something similar happened to you?

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Several years ago, in one of hunting grounds Perm Territory I heard an unusual story. About a strange mushroom picker. Impressed by what he heard, he even wrote a short poem “The Lost Mushroom Picker” on this occasion. Comic. Slightly changing the essence of the story. I did not believe then in its veracity. How many people come up with...

Although the hunter, who told about the strange incident, did not look like a humorist at all. In all seriousness, he said that for the second year in the local forests, mushroom pickers and hunters meet a very strange character.

Back in school, the boys and I noticed a strange trend - each of us had a particularly unlucky body part. Which got more than the rest of the organs and limbs. For someone it turned out to be a hand, for someone it was a leg, for someone it was a bad head. And someone was unlucky in general on the right or, conversely, on the left side of the body. Like me, for example.
Over the years, for the majority, the situation probably levels off, and the “bumps” begin to pour evenly over the entire body. And the number of injuries with age and the advent of the mind noticeably decreases. But not everyone, unfortunately...

Now, when you hear from someone that he is fond of photography, by God it becomes ridiculous. With development digital technologies photography, as a hobby, can rightfully be called a three-year-old child who has learned to poke a finger at a smartphone.

I got into photography in the late seventies. It was good to have someone to learn from. Yes, and the theoretical base in the form of special literature was present (now many books of those times have become a second-hand rarity).

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 this if I myself had not encountered this “similar” ....

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

We waited for some time to pass. I returned to the conversation. Mom didn't "resist" this time.

From her I heard this: “I was lying on the couch. Dad slept 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 open). I opened the door and saw that the closet was completely covered with thick cobwebs. I screamed, turned around to go back .... And I felt like I was healing. It was only then that I realized that it was a dream. When I flew into the room, I became even more scared. On the edge of the sofa, next to your dad, sat your grandmother. Although she died many years ago, she appeared young to me. I always dreamed that she dreamed of me. But at that moment I was not happy with our meeting. Grandmother sat silently. And I screamed that I did not want to die yet. She flew up to dad from the other side and lay down. When I woke up, I could not understand for a long time whether it was a dream at all. Dad confirmed that he was cold! Long time I was afraid to fall asleep. And at night I don’t go into the 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 got bored and wants us to visit her at the cemetery?.. Ah, if it weren’t for the thousands of kilometers that separate us, I would go to her every week!

“Don’t go walking around the cemetery at night!”

Oh, and it was a long time ago! I have just - just entered the university .... The guy called me and asked if I would like to go for a walk? Of course, I answered that I want to! But there was a question about something else: where to take a walk if you are tired of all the places? We went through and listed everything that was possible. And then I joked: “Let’s go to the cemetery and stagger ?!”. 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. I didn't care, to be honest, what I would wear. The main thing is to survive the “romantic walk”. It seemed to me that I would definitely not survive it!

We have gathered. They left the house. Misha got behind the wheel, even though I had a license for a long time. We were there in fifteen minutes. I hesitated for a long time, did not get out of the car. My love helped me! He held out his hand like a gentleman. If not for his gentlemanly gesture, then I would have stayed in the cabin.

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

We walked somewhere, past the graves, were silent. When I got really scared, I offered to return. But there was no answer. I looked towards Mishka. And I saw that he was all transparent, like Casper from a 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 prevented me from doing so. I pulled my hand out of his. But I saw that everything with his body was in order, that he had become the same. But I couldn't imagine it! I clearly saw that the body of the beloved was covered with "transparency".

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

I got so cold that I asked Mikhail to turn on the stove. Summer, can you imagine? I don't represent myself... We drove off. And when the cemetery is over.... I saw again how for a moment Misha became invisible and transparent!

After a few seconds, he again became normal and familiar. He turned to me (I was sitting in the back seat) and said that we would go the other way. I was surprised. After all, there were very few cars in the city! One or two, maybe! But I did not persuade him to go the same route. I was glad that our walk was over. My heart was pounding somehow. I chalked it 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 ran 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 gave me a sign! But what could I do with such a stubborn as Misha?!

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

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

Continuation of scary stories

"Scary secrets of a small house"

300 miles from home... It was there that the inheritance in the form of a small house stood and waited for me. I've been meaning to look at it 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. Opened the door. The castle jammed as if it did not want to let me into the house. But I still got through the lock. Went in to the sound of a creak. It was creepy, but I got over it. Five hundred times I regretted that I went alone - alone.

I did not 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 order.

After ten minutes of my stay in the house, I heard some kind of noise (very similar to a groan). She turned her head to the window - saw the curtains shaking. Moonlight burned through my eyes. I again saw how the curtains “flickered”. 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. In it was written this: “Get out of here! This is not your territory, but the territory of the dead! I sold this house and never came close to it again. I do not want to remember all this horror.

A few years ago, in one of the hunting farms in the Perm Territory, I heard an unusual story. About a strange mushroom picker. Impressed by what he heard, he even wrote a short poem “The Lost Mushroom Picker” on this occasion. Comic. Slightly changing the essence of the story. I did not believe then in its veracity. How many people come up with...

Now, when you hear from someone that he is fond of photography, by God it becomes ridiculous. With the development of digital technologies, a three-year-old child who has learned to poke a finger at a smartphone can rightfully call photography as his hobby.

I heard this story from a good friend of mine. Contrary to the prevailing opinion about former convicts, after serving his term he remained a normal person and returned to normal civilian life.

RUSTY SCISSORS

Last year, I had to fly to another city on business. I needed to spend one night there, so I opened my laptop and found cheap hotel which was closest to the airport.

Upon arriving at the hotel, I was disappointed to see how dirty and untidy the place was. I tried to find another hotel, but there were no available rooms anywhere. Nothing to do, I had to stop there.

When I entered my room, I felt heavy bad smell in the air. And the room itself was somehow creepy and cold. I lay down on the bed, but I was terribly uncomfortable. Shaking the linen on the bed, I found a strange thing. It turned out to be rusty metal scissors.

"God. It's terrible!” was all I could say. “The maid didn't even bother to properly clean this room.”

I picked them up and placed them on the bedside table. I was so tired that I immediately went to bed. I decided to complain about the scissors the next morning.

Lying on the dirty sheets, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. At night, I had a strange dream. I felt someone sitting on me, very heavy, and I felt how this someone was looking at me intently.

I don't remember exactly what time I woke up, but the room was still dark. When I reached out and turned on the nightstand lamp, the hairs on my head stood on end.

Rusty scissors lay on my chest. Their blades were pressed against my throat on both sides, and even cut through the skin. Another couple of centimeters, and my throat would have been cut.

SHADOW IN THE FOG

When I was little and still in school, my father often took me hiking in the mountains. Once, we were very late, not noticing how it was already getting dark. thick fog lay down on the ground, and we could hardly make out the road. My father held my hand so that I would not stumble and fall.

As we went downstairs, I noticed a small dark figure in front of us. My father suddenly squeezed my hand very tightly.

Hey dad, it hurts! I exclaimed.

Father looked at me. There was genuine horror on his face.

“Close your eyes!” he snapped. "And don't open them until I tell you."

He said it in such a tone that I immediately listened to him without asking further questions. So, holding my hand tightly, he led me through the mist.

When, by my calculations, we passed the place where I noticed the dark figure, I heard a faint muttering: “Die, die, die, die, die…”

For the rest of the journey, my father was silent, and only almost at the very house, he finally allowed me to open my eyes. Since then, he hasn't talked about it, and refused to say what it was.

20 years have passed. I came to visit my father. We drank a bottle of vodka with him and talked heart to heart, like father and son. I remembered that incident in the mountains, and I dared to ask about it again.

“Remember that little dark figure in the fog?” I said. "What was it?"

My father was silent for a while, and then softly whispered, “It was you.”

Having said this, he drained his glass and flatly refused to talk about it further.

PHOTO FROM THE SCHOOL TRIP

When I was in the sixth grade, our entire class went on a camping trip. All the kids took cameras and cameras with them and filmed our trip. Back at school, we began to look and show each other all the pictures taken, when suddenly, one girl said: “Oh! WHAT IS THIS?"

Everyone ran up to her to see what she saw. One photo showed a boy from our class sitting on the bus. There was nothing strange in this photo if it were not for his reflection in the window.

His face in the reflection of the window looked yellow and swollen, disfigured and distorted, and there was some kind of white shadow behind him. Looking closer, it became clear that it was a skull. It was terrible.

When the boy saw the pictures, he started crying and became hysterical. Everyone in the class was scared. Classroom teacher sent the boy to the infirmary and forbade us all to discuss this case.

The boy died seven days later due to a brain tumor.

WHERE IS MAMA?

There was a taxi driver whose wife went missing. He had to raise a five-year-old daughter alone. My father had to work a lot, so he could not spend much time at home. He often left home in the morning and only returned late at night.

His neighbor was a single woman who was happy to sit with a girl when her father was not at home. Every night, the girl woke up and cried, calling her father. But one day, she stopped crying. Listening, the neighbor heard the girl laughing. She seemed to be talking to someone.

“Her father must have returned,” the neighbor suggested.

She opened the bedroom door and saw that the girl was sitting alone in bed and laughing in the dark. There was no one else in the bedroom. The neighbor decided to find out what was the reason for such a strange behavior of the girl.

Who were you talking to?” she asked.

With my mother, - the girl answered. - When I cried, my mother came to me, hugged me and kissed me on the cheek.

The woman was puzzled.

But I've been here all along and Entrance door closed, she said. -How did she get in?

The little girl pointed to the door to the basement and whispered - She crawled out of there ...

A chill ran down her back and she immediately called the police.

PANTRY

When my father retired, he had a lot of free time. He began looking for something to do with himself.

“There is a lot of wasted space at the end of the corridor,” he said. “It can be converted into a pantry.”

My father, being an addicted person, spent two whole days on his new project. He nailed some shelves to the wall and installed a door at the end of the corridor, creating a small closet. The next day, when I got home, my father was nowhere to be found, and I noticed a shiny new lock on the pantry door.

The next evening, my father was not at home again. Mother was very alarmed and asked me to look around the pantry. I broke the lock and we went into the storage room.

Inside, we found the father. He was sitting on the floor, his eyes expressionless and he was quietly laughing at something. What did he do? How could he lock the door while inside? We didn't get an answer to these questions because my father went crazy. He is still sitting in his pantry, looking somewhere and smiling happily at something.

EMERGENCY CALL

An emergency call was received at the desk at about half past seven in the morning. An elderly desperate woman called, she said simply terrifying things. The task force quickly responded to the call and at eight in the morning was already at the apartment of the caller, or rather, her neighbors.
The well-worn investigator Kalmokov felt uneasy, he just turned over from fear. A monstrous, heartbreaking dismemberment, a murder of incredible cruelty, apparently took place in the apartment. Pieces of human flesh and body parts were scattered everywhere: where is the arm, where is the leg. The investigator had never seen so much blood, it seemed that it was everywhere in this apartment. But the most terrible thing, in his opinion, in the corner of one of the rooms stood silently a boy of six years old and covered his face with his hands. According to the neighbor Marya Petrovna, who discovered all this horror, the boy screamed loudly, cried and called for his mother. Kalmokov wondered who had dealt so horribly with the boy's parents. He already began to suspect the neighbor Marya Petrovna herself of this, began to ask her obsessive questions in a rude tone in a rude manner. To which the boy, who had been silent all the time, said:
- Do not shout at Aunt Masha, she is good and kind, she did not do this.
Kalmokov, turning, said in a whisper:
- Who?
- And there is that pale uncle who sometimes crawled along our ceiling, and now stands behind you, here he is very, very angry.
The boy poked his finger behind the backs of investigator Kalmokov and neighbor Marya Petrovna....

Artist I. Oleinikov

Modern creepy stories

Stories with signs of today

It is clear that horror stories did not only happen in the old days. They happen even now. Near, here, in our city, in the neighboring area and even on the next street. And since there are no vampires, no space aliens, no people with bear heads on the next street and in the neighboring area, all these today's stories have an absolutely everyday coloring.

With an emphasis on human meat pies, blood bags and other everyday horrors. Read and be horrified. "That was today, that was yesterday."

black hand

There was a hotel in the city of N that was notorious. There was a red light above the door of one of her rooms. This meant that people were disappearing in the room.

One day a young man came to the hotel and asked for a lodging for the night. The director replied that there were no empty seats, except for that ill-fated room with a red light bulb. Not a guy was not afraid and went to spend the night in this room. In the morning he was not in the room.

In the evening of the same day, another guy came, who had just served in the army. The director of the hotel assigned him a place in the same room. The guy was strange: he did not recognize mattresses and duvets and slept on the floor, wrapped in a blanket. In addition, he suffered from insomnia. She visited him that night too. It's already past eleven, it's time for twelve, and sleep doesn't come. It's past midnight!

Suddenly something clicked and rustled under the bed, and the Black Hand appeared from under it. She tore the pillow with terrible force and dragged it under the bed. The guy jumped up, quickly dressed and went to look for the director of the hotel. But that was not there. He was not at home either. Then the guy called the police and asked to urgently come to the hotel. The police began a thorough inspection. One of the police officers noticed that the bed was attached to the floor with special screws. Unscrewing the screws and moving the bed aside, the policemen saw a chest with a button on one of its walls. We pressed the button. The lid of the chest lifted abruptly but inaudibly. And from it appeared Black Hand. It was attached to a thick steel spring. The hand was cut off and sent for investigation. The chest was moved - and everyone saw a hole in the floor. We decided to go down there. There were seven doors in front of the police. They opened the first one and saw lifeless, bloodless corpses. They opened the second - there were skeletons. They opened the third - there is only skin. In the fourth lay fresh corpses, from which blood flowed into the basins. In the fifth - people in white coats butchered corpses. We went into the sixth - people were standing along long tables and packing blood into bags. We went into the seventh - and were dumbfounded! On a high chair there sat the director of the hotel himself.

The director confessed to everything. At this time there was a war between the two states. As in any war, it was required a large number donated blood. The director was connected with one of the states. He was offered for a huge sum to establish the production of such blood, and he agreed and developed a plan with the Black Hand.

The hotel was brought into divine form, a new director was appointed. The light bulb above the door of the ill-fated room was gone. The city now lives quietly and sees wonderful dreams at night.

One day the mother sent her daughter to the market for pies. An old woman was selling pies. When the girl approached her, the old woman said. That the pies are already over, but if she goes to her house, she will treat her with pies. The girl agreed. When they came to her house, the old woman sat the girl on the sofa and asked her to wait. She went to another room where there were some buttons. The old woman pressed the button - and the girl failed. The old woman made new pies and ran to the market. The girl's mother waited and waited and, without waiting for her daughter, ran to the market. She did not find her daughter. I bought pies from the same old woman and returned home. When she bit off one pie, she saw a blue fingernail in it. And her daughter just painted her nail in the morning. Mom immediately ran to the police. The police came to the market and caught the old woman.

It turned out that she lured people to her home, put them on the sofa, and people fell through. Under the sofa was a large meat grinder full of human flesh. The old woman made pies out of it and sold it in the market. At first they wanted to execute the old woman, and then they gave her a life sentence.

Taxi driver and old woman

A taxi driver is driving late in the evening and sees: an old woman is standing by the road. Vote. The taxi driver stopped. The old woman sat down and said: “Take me to the cemetery, you need to see your son!” The taxi driver says: "It's late, I need to go to the park." But the old woman persuaded him. They arrived at the cemetery. The old woman says: "Wait here for me, I'll be right back!"

Half an hour goes by and she's gone. Suddenly an old woman appears and says: “He is not here, I was mistaken. Let's go to another!" The taxi driver says: “What are you doing! It's already night!" And she told him: “Take it, take it. I'll pay well!" They arrived at another cemetery. The old woman again asked to wait and left. Half an hour passes, an hour passes. An old woman appears, angry and dissatisfied with something. “He is not here either. Take, - he says, - to another! The taxi driver wanted to drive her away. But she still persuaded him, and they went. The old woman is gone. There is none and no. The taxi driver's eyes began to droop. Suddenly he hears - the door opens. He raised his head and saw: an old woman was standing at the door, smiling. His mouth is covered in blood, his hands are covered in blood, a piece of meat is pulled out of his mouth ...

The taxi driver turned pale: "Grandma, what are you ... eating the dead?"

The Case of the Police Captain

A police captain was walking through an abandoned old cemetery at night. And suddenly he saw a large White spot. The captain pulled out a pistol and began to shoot at him. But the stain continued to fly at him ...

The next day the captain did not show up for duty. Rushed to look. And in the old cemetery they found his body. The captain had a pistol in his hand. And next to it lay a shot newspaper.

Meat grinder

One girl, her name was Lena, went to the cinema. Before leaving, her grandmother stopped her and told her not to take a ticket for the 12th row to 12th place under any circumstances. The girl did not respond. But when she came to the cinema, she asked for a ticket to the second row ... The next time she went to the cinema, her grandmother was not at home. And she forgot about her instructions. She was given a ticket to the 12th row for 12th place. The girl sat down in this place and, when the lights went out in the hall, she fell into some kind of black basement. There was a huge meat grinder in which people were ground. Bones fell out of the meat grinder. Meat and skin - and fell into three coffins. Next to the meat grinder, Lena saw her mother. Mom grabbed her and threw her into this meat grinder.

red cookie

One woman often had guests. These were men. They had dinner all evening. And then they stayed. What happened next, no one knew.