by Antonio Bresolin
Some months ago, I moved to a very big and old house in the middle of the city. But before I moved there, I had just graduated from university and I had been living in my parents’ house for my entire life when I decided to have a job and start my adult life. My first job interviews were not successful, because the majority of the employers said that my applications were not necessary for them. I was almost giving up when I was accepted into a very decent job, which was marketing for a clothing store. But there was a problem, my new job was in the city center and my parents lived in the suburbs of the city, making it very difficult to go daily from my parents home to my job, so I needed to rent a house or apartment that was close to my job. So after long days of research, I finally found a very old house that was for rent at a cheap price and it was very close to my new job, so I quickly rented it. When I got there, I finally saw how massive it was. Inside of it, there were a lot of bedrooms each containing its own bathroom, a big hallway on the second floor with a large view for the living room, and a fancy kitchen. When I saw everything that the house contained, I got really excited to live there, so I unpacked my baggage in the main bedroom and went to sleep, after the long trip I had been on.
After some months had passed, the nights in that house started to become disturbing, because doors of the fourth and fifth bedrooms started to open themselves without any help, even on non-windy days, and also the two kitchen entrances started to act in strange ways. I was getting really frightened because those doors were acting in these ways only during the night, so I was sure that was not normal, but even with that, I could stay in that house, because the main bedroom was a completely safe place, until that moment. But everything changed during the night. It started as a simple and normal night, for that house standards, but in the middle of it, I heard a very uncomfortable sound coming from the main hall of the house, so I decided to check what was happening. When I got into the center hall, which could be seen from the second floor, I saw a very scary shadow standing on the first floor. At first, I ran to the main bedroom and locked the door as fast as I could, but suddenly, the doors started to open and close, also the shadow was approaching really fast, so I started to push some of the furniture to block the doors, but the shadow was still trying to enter. Without any other option, I decided to escape from that house, so I grabbed all my clothes and personal belongings, which all of them were just in that bedroom, leaving nothing behind in that house, and I ran away through the window. The next day, I went back to the house’s street, but it was not there. The old and big house had just disappeared. I asked some people what had happened to the big house that used to be there and they said that there had never been a big and old house before.
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by Enrico Silva I was a good man this time of my life, I had a girlfriend, a good family and lots of friends. but all of that disappeared one night, when I went to an unknown bar in my town, since that day everything changed, I
got crazy, all the time I thought something was behind me, it could be a monster, the devil or even my dead great grandmother. It was clear in my mind that things were moving, but when I would say this to someone they thought I was out of my mind. I knew that something was wrong, I could feel. One night when I was sleeping on my old and smelly mattress, I decided to get a glass of water at my kitchen. When I got there I swear I had closed the front door of my house, but magically it was open. I even called the police, I didn't know what was happening. If someone wanted to kill me, What would I do? I was trying to remember what bad I have done before, I never felt so scared in my life I just wanted it to pass. I wanted someone to carry me, but I had no one. I couldn't put this thing away from my head, but I needed to. At this point in my life, I was already giving up on existing, I wasn’t handling it anymore. I had literally nothing, I got fired, I got sick and I got mad, everything I disliked was one big fight. Something was owning me, I hadn't control of myself anymore. No one had hope on me, so suddenly when I wasn’t expecting anything more I started living as a homeless person. Since this day I have never taken a shower again, but I started feeling good, even though I didn’t know why. Nothing more touched myself, but I was so happy that I started laughing at everything and also being annoying and disturbing a lot, and this started to be the problem, I was hating even more the situation of myself, and the worst was getting worse. One dark day, it was raining too much, this time I had no purpose in life anymore, I was exhausted. I fell on the floor and stayed there, but out of the blue, something, or maybe someone started to push me, my back was hurting, and I had no idea who this person or thing was. I fainted. And here I am since that day, I'm here but I don't know what is “here”.
by Enzo Matuyama It was a dark and silent night, I couldn't hear anything. Laurel, the nanny, had to take care of the baby named Jerry in house 666. It was 7 pm, Laurel was serving dinner when she heard a strange noise coming from the garage, it looked like a baby crying, but Laurel didn't give a damn about it. Soon after dinner Laurel heard a noise again, only this time from the kitchen, she saw a figure ​through the window, she got very scared. After that Laurel went up the stairs to see how Jeff was doing, fortunately he was playing with his dogs. Laurel was scared about what could happen to her or Jerry, so she called the police, but they said that it would take about 2 hour to get to the house. So Laurel waited, but she started to hear strange voices coming from outside, she knew it was too risky to leave the house but she went to look and saw written on the wall "You are going to die", terrified Laurel ran inside the house and started to cry. Laurel was very scared, and then the phone rang, but no one said anything until Laurel felt a figure passing behind her, it looked like someone was blowing. Very scared he turned, but nothing. 1 Hour later the phone rang, but no one said anything, until a mysterious voice came out of the house. Laurel suspected that it might be a thief trying to steal the house. But it was way beyond what she imagined. Jerry started to scream, Laurel then went to see what was going on and when he opened the bedroom door everything was normal. Nothing made any sense in the house, it looked like someone trying to scare Laurel. Laurel decided to call the police as soon as possible, but they said it would take around 1 hour to arrive. At 23: 30, the telephone rang again and this time it was a child screaming, Laurel thought it was Jerry. playing a game, but she looked back, saw a child hanging with a knife around her neck, she thought it was Jerry, but it wasn't, it looked like a girl. Terrified Laurel ran to Jerry's room and when he entered, Jerry had black eyes and very red, looked like the devil, until he said: - he's on the ceiling Laure. But when she looked up, she understood why the number of the house is 666.
The Breather
by Fabricio Okamoto “Stop, please stop ! As I opened my eyes. That nightmare was horrible, but I can’t remember too much, just that I was screaming. This bad feeling erased when I saw that it was Saturday , Finally I can rest. It is what I thought. I went to the bathroom and I took a shower. I didn’t stop thinking about that nightmare. “Why was I screaming” ? I asked myself. When I finished I put my clothes on and I went to the lounge where my wife was. She is tall with a black hair, wears glasses and was in her pajamas. “Good morning, how are you ? I asked” - It was good, I had a good sleep tonight - That is good to hear - Are you hungry? she asked - A little, I will make my breakfast and go see the other apartment - No, that is okay I don’t mind. So I go to the kitchen to make my breakfast. When I finished eating, I prepared myself to go visit a new apartment, because we are having a problem with the pipes.
When I went on the elevator I suddenly got really nervous for no reason there, each floor that we ... no I went, got me more nervous, or maybe scared and all this feeling didn’t stop. Behind you, behind you, Behind you. The elevator doors opened and we were on the 11 floor, Where I found the owner of the apartament he was tall and pale, he used glasses that fit well on his head, but something looked a little suspicious about him. It was like the sensation that you feel when you are being observed it was so strange. Well not anymore. “Hi I’m Marco”, it is a pleasure to meet you, he said while he was raising his hand to me to shake hands - Thank you I’m Gabriel. - So let me show the apartment. We entered it. The lounge room was big and had a window with a good view. While he was talking about the rooms we noticed that one of his hand was hiding in his pocket and it appeared that he was trying to get his hand as far that he can for me, but why? “Thank you for hearing me talk about the rooms for minutes.” - There is no problem. So I'll talk to you later. It was 8 pm and I was speaking with Livia about the apartament - So, what do you think ? - Yeah the apartment was great, it has all what we need, good view, many rooms and a great space. - Plus it has a pool from the condominium. she said - Yeah, we are going to live in the same building afterwards. So some weeks have passed and we moved to the new apartment. So to celebrate we went to the park, it was pretty great cause the weather was good, but something strange happened. I saw the owner and he was staring at us. When I saw him ,that feeling came back. behind you, behind you, behind you. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I start to scream, so I noticed that it was Livia. “Are you okay ?” She asked - Y- yes, I am okay. Sorry - No, don't apologize. You know, let’s go back home. She said as I was looking behind, he wasn’t there anymore. So It was night and we went to bed. As I was alone in my room I started to make questions about what happened in the park. Why was the owner staring at us, why did that feeling have come back? So as I was asking this question I started to get tired, so I slept. I woke up and went to the lounge room to find Livia. She was looking too tired. “Are you okay ?” I ask - What do you think? she ask with a tone of anger - Sorry, You know how I behave when I am tired right.
- So you don’t sleep well ? What happens ? - I couldn't sleep because you were breathing too loud - really? i am really sorry. - That is okay. Some days has passed and my wife listened to the breaths every night and her forbearance was getting worse. - Good morning. I said - Whatever, she said - Are you okay ? - Can you shut up? I am trying to concentrate. - What did you say? I ask - I said shut up. - You can’t treat me that way. You know, let’s resolve this okay. I said as I was sitting in my chair - What do you want me to say? she ask - How are you doing - I am ok, but I am so sick of that breathing, you need you to stop. - I already said to you, is not me - So is who ? A ghost - No. you know what I will show that isn’t. I said as I got up off the chair - I will see on the cameras. - Wait, we have cameras ? she ask I ignored it and went to see the cameras. It was a Tv that showed many rooms. So I came back to the moment that Livia started to complain, but I went back more than I expected and I came when the owner was showing me the home, that was strange because the camera should be off at that moment, so suddenly that feeling came back. -Please, not again. Behind you, Behind you, behind you. As I see the owner looking at the camera and then he points to me and after to him. Then I notice two bodys laying down with a pool of blood. T-they were dead. How I didn’t notice that? Suddenly I heard a noise in my room, we went to the kitchen to get a knife to protect myself. As I was walking closer to my room I felt the room getting darker and that feeling going away. When I get to the room I see who I expect to be. The owner, I start to scream at him. - YOU MONSTER, WHY DID DO THAT TO THAT PEOPLE AND WHY DID YOU ARE DOING THIS TO US !? He didn’t said anything - ANSWER ME! I said as I was getting closer to him, but I got more calm as I approached him. It was like it all made sense to me. So I get on close. So he put his hand out of the pocket and showed me a paper that is wrote Behind you . So I turn around to see Livia.
- Who are you screaming at ? After thinking and thinking I discover how I can end this. I am a monster.
The smiling baby (too much)
By ​Gabriela Della Rosa One family, the light-eyed woman named Louise, was married to Josh, a nice blond. The family really wanted to have a child, but nothing, they couldn't! After 1 year, they did it! The baby was the cutest thing ever! Blond with light eyes, like his mother's, and hair like his father's. The little boy named Michael was more loved than anything by his parents. The little boy had won so many gifts from his family, that his mother was even confused. But only a toy that Michael liked. This toy was a doll, the parents found it so ugly and scary, and wondered why the boy got so attached to it. The child cried if the parents did not put that doll on the side, for him to sleep. But as he passed over time, at 2 years old, Michael already knew things that he was supposed to know at 7 years old. So his mother started to observe more, but he didn't think it was too much, just because he was learning, so he didn't care much. Her son was completely fine, healthy, so the mother left aside. Detail, that child cried too much at night, the mother always had to go see how he was, and most of the time it was because the doll had fallen on the floor. Somehow the doll fell, but the mother did not find an
explanation, because the cradle was all closed, she thought it was because the son himself played on the floor, because sometimes he woke up at night and started playing. Anyway, time passed, and the child became more and more attached to this doll. Until one day, at dawn, at 01:00, the mother woke up to some laughter, then she looked at the electronic drool and saw that Michael was awake, and at the same time, playing with the doll. The mother went there, but when she arrived her son was sleeping, and the doll, on the floor, as usual. So, with that, she started paying more attention to the child at night. And started to realize that the child had very strange attitudes at night. Until one day, the mother heard the same noises as always but decided to run to the child's room as quickly as possible, to see if she could see something that she had not yet seen. When she came running to the girl's room, she saw the doll on the floor as usual, and the child awake, pleading for the doll. She started to watch, but stayed there hidden so that the doll would not stop doing what she always did when the mother came close. Until, the child started to laugh too much, to laugh so loudly that his mother was scared of what was happening, because the doll was just on the floor, doing nothing. A noise came "BUMMM "all the chairs in the room falling. When she turns to her son's room, where is he? where is the doll? disappeared in the blink of an eye. Until, instead of hearing a laugh, a cry was taking its place. Her desperate mother ran after her baby, and her father also woke up, because there were so many things going on, and nothing in the house was silent. The husband did not understand anything, just saw his wife cry and desperately asked what was happening. It didn't take long for the girl to think about calling the police. But it looked like the doll was way ahead. The doll had cut off the house's power. Perhaps it was not just a good thing. A demon is more reasonable to call. The neighbors heard noises and decided to call the police, but when the police got there, the three were dead, and that doll, "disappeared".
The Black Figure By Ingrid Cravo I moved into a house when I was 8 with my family, and now, I live here alone. My mother died when I was 12 and my father when I was 16. The story of how they came to pass, well, I can't say that, only that I woke up and they were dead on the floor. I don't like to remember that story. I was 27 at the time, and I was always very suspicious about everything and I realized that a lot of strange things were happening. Every time I came home from work the front door of the house was open and I started to suspect myself, if by chance I hadn't left it open, then I installed some cameras. I looked at them every day, but nobody opened the door. Until one day the door was fully open, there was no way to open it alone. I quickly went to look at the cameras and saw a black figure passing very quickly through the door as if it had passed through it. I was very scared but not surprised because I never felt alone in that house. I always felt a strange presence. The following nights were strange. I had chills constantly, I heard footsteps and it seemed that the house had grown colder. I had thought that someone might have broken into my house and I went to see the police to check it out, but the figure had disappeared from the security camera video. They thought I had gone crazy, but I refused to believe it, because I know what I saw. Everything was getting stranger every day. Until then I got home. The police were outside the house and when they saw me they walked away with a face of fear. They shouted "how dare you show up here as if nothing had happened" and said that I had given myself up. I was totally tormented. The police took me and explained that I had committed a crime, I had killed my parents which was totally out of the question. They showed me a video of me coming home at the time that my parents had been killed and heading towards the bedrooms, where they had no cameras which indicated what had probably happened. But the question was why I would kill my parents and why they suspected me just now that I was so upset. I was told that there were reactions from neighbors to hear movements in the house when I said I was out, which was also strange to me even though no one believed that I knew anything. Everyone thought I was crazy and I couldn't do anything more than find out who really
killed my parents. As they had no way of proving that I had killed my parents, they left me under observation in my own house. I did so much research. Until I realized that someone would be hiding in my house, it would be the most viable option. It would explain with certainty the fact that my parents died in a strange way and the doors are always open. I entered the basement of the house, I was very scared. It was very messy and smelled very bad. I found bags of food, fresh bottles and some blankets, but no animals. The snacks seemed to be recent, and no one had ever left it there. It was then that I could be sure that something was not right and that someone was in my house with me and did not want me to know. I discreetly hid a camera in the basement, in case anyone was watching me. I waited for days, I made "traps" to prove that someone was touching my things. I thought it was all right. Until the cops came to my house, arrested me for murder. I just looked at them and said "but I didn't kill my parents" and they replied "no, you didn't, but a man" I was totally confused. Well, they came to explain everything to me, complete my report and everything that was going on, because I was looking extremely exhausted and drugged. Well the man who was in my house, he killed my parents. That's right, someone really lived under me. They accused me of killing him, because they found him in the pipe of the house where he had no cameras, which seemed all well planned. After the blood exams among other exams , they found out who this famous man was. My brother who had, well, at least everyone thought, disappeared at 2 years old. I do not know the explanation of why he killed my parents, I only know that after that, I was released, everything showed that it had been suicide.
The Laughter
By Isabella Martinelli I once was so happy I could hardly breathe, I was going to be a dad! When Sara was born I could not believe I had a baby girl. She was very cute and incredibly smart. She was just 2 years old and had just entered preschool, when she went missing. The police looked for her everywhere for days, but it was no use, until one day me and my wife decided to search at some woods nearby, and found her inside a cave. I saw her eyes turning red for a couple of seconds, but I was the only one, people didn’t believe me. We took her to the hospital and she was fine, just some cuts and bruises, so we kept on with our lives. Sara graduated school, had a boyfriend and went away to college, where she now studies physics, and in the middle of all of that I got divorced. One day I woke up with some laughter. There's nothing like baby laughter. Unless it's 01 AM and you are home alone. This went on for weeks. Since I’m a photographer, I set up multiple cameras in my apartment to find out who was messing with me, and that night I didn’t hear anything. In the cameras I found a shadow of a very small child, that seen from another angle looked exactly like my daughter when I found her almost two decades ago, with her eyes entirely red. I froze, couldn’t move. Is it possible? I had just spoken with Sara a few weeks
ago, right before the laughters started… I called her immediately, but nobody answered. I kept on calling and texting her all night, no response. I didn’t want to be home alone anymore, so as soon as the sun came up, I went to my ex-wife’s house to tell her what had happened, and she told me she had also heard baby laughter at night, and thought it was all in her head. We decided to stick together. We called her college, some friends, everyone we could think about really, but no one had seen her in the last few weeks. I didn’t want to fall asleep that night, but my exhaustion took over. I woke up with the same laughter at the same time. I searched for Sara’s mother, but she had gone missing, no sign of her. I got out of the house and ran as fast as I could. I didn’t know where I was going, I just went through the dark streets, until I saw, just a few meters away, my daughter, the same way as in the cave. In a matter of seconds she was face to face with me, I didn’t even have time to talk to her, it was just too fast, although it felt like eternity.
Laughs and Skulls
By João Cunha The story I’m going to tell you is probably the weirdest you have ever listened to. I’m going to start with the beginning, because that’s how every story should start. It was past midnight in my friend’s house in the countryside. I was waiting for them because we would have a party the next day, I was alone because he asked me to organize the things before he and tons of our friends arrived, how relaxed isn’t he? But this wasn’t the problem, the real stuff was to come. As I said, I was alone in that huge mansion of his grand fathers, but to unwind the things I have a question for you, “Baby laughter is adorable don’t you think?” well for sure, unless it’s 01 am and you’re home alone. Yes I listened to baby laughter after midnight. I was scared, but it wasn’t too loud and I was really tired, so this didn’t bother me and I slept.
The next day my friends arrived at 11 am, we were preparing a barbecue, we ate a lot, so it wouldn’t be any difficult to sleep, right? Wrong, that laughter wasn’t of a baby anymore, it was from a child, this was really bothering me. I asked for other friends and they said they weren't listening, so I tried to sleep, but that laugh began to turn into crying, I couldn’t sleep. The next day I spent a lot of time trying to figure out what was going on, I asked the owner if anyone had brought a baby or a child to the house, he said that there wasn’t any child here. It was 07 PM and we were playing poker in the living room, and then the laugh wasn’t from a child anymore it was from a teenager, after a round of poker I said that I was going to drink some water, this was the chance for me to search for answers. I entered the room of the laugh, it was empty. I spent the whole day looking for answers. At midnight I went to that room, it wasn’t empty, there was some dust, it was white, but dirty white like tan. At night I went to the room again, but the bone wasn’t there. There were a lot of skulls. I came back to my room, but nobody was there. I searched for them in the other rooms, nothing. I ran, but the house was too old and didn’t have a phone, also when I was running bumped in the stairs and my cell phone was destroyed, fortunately I picked the car keys and drove to the police station. The next day, I was asked a few more questions and they sent me to the psychiatrist. I was submitted to some therapies that I would never ever thought that human cruelty was like this, but this doesn’t matter because nobody ever understood what happened in that mansion.
The Heritage House
By LetĂcia Spano A long time ago there was an old and mysterious house that was situated in a small town. People who lived there suspected about the existence of a spirit or other creature in the house, because every night they used to hear strange noises coming from it and every time someone tried to enter there they surprisingly disappeared. Rumors said that the owner of the house wasn’t alive and the house had been still empty since his death. Everybody in the town was afraid and wanted to know the secret behind the walls of that house, until one day, when a woman finally decided to discover what was happening there. She discovered that the owner was actually alive, he just didn't leave his home often. The old man told her that the house was the reason why he was about to die and he would do anything to leave that place. So the woman bought the house for a very low price and finally got to realize her dream to have her own house. Some days later, the old owner died for natural causes.
This woman is my great-great-great-grandmother and this house has passed through all the other generations of my family and now it is mine. When my mother was alive and I was a child she used to tell me this story every night when I was about to sleep, but I never really believed in her. I lived very well until one rainy day when my mom was going to the basement to put the books that she was reading away. I was in my room when I realized that she was taking too long just to put the books away so I decided to go there and see what happened. When I arrived there she was dead and the police said the death was due to natural causes. From that day my life has completely changed and I feel bad and afraid in this house, I already thought of moving to another house, but I recognize that this place represents the whole memory and legacy of my family so I stay here. Years passed and my feeling of fear and sadness grew even more. In all of the time that I have lived in this house, I swear to God I have closed more doors than opened. And especially these two last months had been even more horrific. I am hearing strange sounds, furniture is disappearing, everyday I hear steps coming in my direction and I can see shadows that I swear are not mine. I was about to get crazy so I decided to invite my neighbour to spend the afternoon with me in the house. When my friend and neighbour Carl arrived I felt safer and had a long conversation with him about what was happening. When I was going to the kitchen to get him water I started listening a loud sound of someone screaming and then I asked Carl if he could also hear it and then he said: - I can’t hear anything, this must be something of your imagination. He left the house and I spent the rest of the evening thinking if I was actually imagining all those noises and other things. I was going crazier than before, so I decided to discover more about the history of this house and when I searched the localisation of my house on the internet there were photos and many other things, but one website came to my attention. It was a copy of a newspaper of many years ago and it told about how the house caught on fire and the family that were there escaped through the windows, but only the middle child couldn't escape and got stuck in the flames. It also said that the neighbors listened to loud screams from the boy that was considered dead hours after. While I was reading I heard steps coming from the back and a cold arm touched my back. I guess it was too late to believe in the story that my mother used to tell me, but when I turned around there was a shadow coming in my direction. I was desperate, so I ran to the door, but it
closed fast. All the other windows were also closed, so I went up the stairs and walked into my room where the door was open. I tried to look for some rope to go down, but it was too late. I saw the shadow running in my direction and the only option was for me to jump out the window, even though it was the highest part of the house. So I did it ​and was one of the many victims of that spirit...
The Visit of the Granny By Luisa Santos In all of the time that I have lived in this house, I swear to God I have closed more doors than opened.I live in this house since I was a child, but I live alone,because this house belong to grandparents and the neighbourhood speak that was a haunted house.One day, I started listening some noise, to came at the basement, and there was the ashes of my grandmother. 09/13/1953 Today, I heard the same sounds,but my dog was barking at the ashes of my grandparents in the basement and I heard a voice,that said “Come to the basement” and when I got there I saw my dog frightened.So I get out to wake with my dog and I have saw a ghost, but I don’t worry. 09/14/1953 Today, strange things are happening in the house,I don't have water and energy. In the afternoon I was sleeping when I felt the water drip in my face, but when I looked at the blanket I saw a big stan of bland and when I looked up I saw my dog dead. 09/15/1953 Today, I felt some strange things, I felt like having someone watching me.But doesn’t have anyone in my house. On this day I miss my dog, but in the afternoon I heard some noise in the basement and when I arrived there, I saw the ashes of my grandmother were spread all over the floor. When I was cleaning the room, I listened to my grandmother call me. 09/16/1953 This morning, when I was in the bathroom, I saw a figure in the mirror, but this figure was like my grandmother and on this day I was listening to my grandparents calling me, like ”Come with us, come with us”. But when I arrive there, I don’t see anything. 09/17/1953
On this day, it was so strange, because I didn't listen to anything in the basement, but when I arrived there, I didn't see the ashes of my grandmather,I just saw the ashes of my dog.And I saw my grandmother in the mirror again. 09/18/1953 Today, I heard some noise from the knife on the kitching.In this day, I heard my grandparents again, and I heard them talking, “This is your last day in this house�, but I didn’t know what they were talking about. After this she never writes again in your notebook.
By Luiz Junior In all of the time that I have lived in this house, I swear to God I have closed more doors than opened. I have been living in this house for 15 years and I am 20 years old now and I always lived with my family. That was me, my mom, my dad and my brother. We had a normal life, we went to school and they went to work, but I left before my brother so I went home before him. When I went home I prepared my lunch and my brother lunch to when he came home he ate , because he been hungry every time, so when I went home I have 1 hour with nobody in house only me, so I see my serie, some movie etc. so I was in my room for 1 hour, but in this last month I closed a lot of door in this 1 hour that I be lonely, in the first week I didn’t care about I only close the door, but after 5 minutes the door was open again, again and again but it wasn’t only one door but 5 doors, but in this last week I decided to put some camera in front the door to see if somebody opened the door or was only the wind but when I gonna see the video I noticed that had a little cut in the video and after this cut the door was open, in the first time I was a little scary, but I tried to do a plan, so I was 1 more month thinking about the infallible plan and the plan was buy 3 cameras with my money, one gun ( to shooted if have something, somebody etc.) and a proximity alarm. I had put everything in the place, the cameras, the alarm etc. I had prepared I had seeing at the cameras but I am not seeing anything and
suddenly I had lisen a strong listen so I go to the sound faster I can with my gun and when I went to the place was only my brother that came before school and to my luck he didn’t see my gun and the cameras, so I had to wait for the next day. In the next day I was very anxious because I did not know what is, when I was seeing the camera I saw something and the alarm sound ring I ran faster than I could, when I was in front of the door I saw a strange thing so I took my gun and shot..
The One with the Closed Doors
By Manuela Silva Hi, my name is Quinn and i'm 22 years old. And a few months ago I moved away from my parents house, to live here in Minnesota, I bought this house that I have been living in a few months ago. When I first saw it, I just thought it was the perfect one, so I bought it. I also thought that I was going to have the perfect life in it, but things didn’t go the way I planned... The day I was moving in, my parents came with me to help me unpack my stuff. The house had a beautiful view to this large lake with a forest in its back, which I just loved, and plus it was near my work, so I could go walking or riding my bike. Everything was going great, we were
putting up the decoration and the furnitures, until I heard a heavy sound of steps upstairs, it was becoming louder and louder, until the real estate agent, Julie, who helped me buy the house, came down stairs, I was so relieved. In the afternoon me and my parents went downtown to have lunch, after that and a long goodbye, they went home. I was finally alone, I could not believe I had my own house, I was really happy so I decided to watch some TV before I went to bed, but I couldn’t sleep really late cause I had to go to work really early. I was watching TV for almost 30 minutes when I felt a little sleepy so I decided to turn it off and go to bed, I turned the living room’s lights off and went up stairs, while I was going up I could hear someone else’s steps just like earlier this day, so I stopped and looked back just to check, but there was no one there. I arrived in my room, and just layed down, I was really exhausted so I fell asleep really fast. In the middle of the night I woke up feeling really thirsty, so I went downstairs to have a cup of water, after that I went up and layed in my bed again, but the only thing that scared me out was when I looked into the door and saw a black figure of a man standing there, I closed my eyes and when I opened it wasn't there anymore, I thought I could be really tired, so went back to sleep. The next morning I was ready to go to work but before I left the house I checked all of the rooms to see if there wasn't in fact no one there, I checked and closed the door of every room I went, but the basement. Not really worried I got my bike and went to work, when I got back the front door was unlocked, I was really confused cause I thought I had locked it, I looked into my street to see if there was anyone there but it was empty and dark, I got in my house and walked really slowly while I grabbed my pepper spray in my pocket, when I heard steps coming down stairs really fast, when Julie came out, I got even more confused, so I asked what she was doing there, and she told me she came to check if everything was alright, but I didn't even knew she had the keys to my house, and then she left, and I locked the front and back door. After that I went upstairs to take a shower and while I was walking into my bathroom I noticed that the basement door was completely open so I just closed it, and all the windows in the second floor. When I was in the shower, I saw someone’s shadow running through the hall, I could swore I saw it, quiqly I went out of the shower putted on a towel and tried to follow that person, it took me to the basement, and this time the door was completely open, but there was no one in there, later that night, I went to bed and fell asleep really fast, and again, in the middle of the night I woke up, it was around 3am and I was really sleepy, so i’m not sure about what happened, but I saw the same figure again, but this time standing in the bottom of my bed, just starring, I closed my eyes and
when I opened it he wasn't there anymore. I just know that since that night I couldn’t sleep anymore, I spent all of the nights awake looking for the man, and in the days I couldn’t do anything because I was too tired, so I had to quit my job, some nights has passed and I never saw him again, so I finally decided to sleep. In this night i remember waking up and hearing heavy sounds coming from downstairs, so I ran there and I saw him, perfectly and clearly, and he was holding a knife from my kitchen, and he ran really fast into my direction, he was trying to kill me, I know it, so I grabbed my phone and called 911, They arrived really fast, and when they searched the house they couldn’t found anything, and they thought I was crazy. This is the story that I have told my nurse in my clinic for the last 6 months. And in all of the time that I have lived in this house, I swear to God I have closed more doors than opened. But they never believed me, and some nights I can still see that man, just starting at me.
Quarantine
By Marcel Saito It’s March 2020. I just lost my job and I got kicked out of my house. But, after a lot of research, I found a place to live, very cheap, on sale. So I decided to buy it with the rest of my money. But I left a little amount to buy food while I don’t find a new job. It’s March 26th. Quarantine started and I am locked in this house. But, before I got stuck in this house, I went to the market to buy some instant noodles. After going there, I passed alcohol gel on everything. My place had no television, light or water. The only things that I could do were to eat, drink water on a drinking fountain that is close to my home and do absolutely nothing but sleep or stay on the sofa like a statue. When I get a job, I will be able to buy stuff that I want and have a better life. But for now, that’s what I got. The days have passed, and my life was exactly the same every single day. I woke up, ate, went outside to drink water and look for a job,
got home, and then I went to bed. It was like that for three months, and this was driving me crazy. It has been 90 days since quarantine started. I gave up on trying to find a job, because I have tried every single place and no one accepted me. Maybe it was because I looked like a tramp, or maybe it was because people were avoiding contact because of the virus. But I will never know. So I decided to eat my noodles. After I finished them, I swear I heard a door opening. “How is this possible? There is no one home!” Perhaps I was just hallucinating. I was tired, so probably it’s because of this. So I decided to get some sleep. I closed the door and I slept. My dream was very bizarre. When I woke up I got up and closed the door. But wait… Hadn't I closed it before going to sleep? From that day on, I swear to God I have closed more doors than opened. It looked like I was just hallucinating, but I wasn’t. Everytime that I closed a door, it opened when I was not seeing it, and then I needed to close it again. And the oddities were not just with the doors. All the time, it felt like someone was watching me. When I ate, when I did nothing or when I slept. It always looked like someone was looking at me. But it’s impossible. I lived by myself. Besides that, my stock of noodles was running out two times faster than I planned. I just ate one per day, but it seemed that another one disappeared mysteriously. One day, it rained a lot. It looked like my house was going to fall. As I expected, a drip started and it didn't take long to form a puddle on the kitchen floor. I took a squeegee and, as I approached, I saw my reflection. I looked like a zombie. I had horrible dark circles, a huge beard and a very long hair. However, in addition to my reflection, I saw something behind me. It looked like a person. I turned back to see what it was…
Open Doors
By Maria Fernanda Borba I have been living in the same house for a long time. The house I live in is relatively new, and very big, there are many rooms, and most of them are empty. I only occupy a few rooms in the house, my room, the living room, kitchen, the most important for a house. Since I don’t use all of them I usually keep the doors closed. I don’t have many neighbours, and the road is very quiet. From the window I can only see a few other houses, and one of my only neighbours, he was frightening, I didn’t really like him.
Everything was fine until one day, when I had to go to one of the rooms that I don’t use, to fix something, when I arrived there, the door was opened when I clearly had closed it before. I was almost sure that the door was closed, but it only happened once so I didn’t really pay attention to it. Everything was back to normal and didn’t go to any of the unoccupied rooms too soon. Sometimes I used to hear weird noises far away in the house. A while later, I began to hear the same weird noises again. I heard screams and children crying, but I was sure it was all in my head. Everything I could hear seemed pretty far away, that’s why I didn’t believe it at first. And everytime I had to go into one of the rooms the door was opened, when I had clearly closed it. A few weeks later it stopped. Then, it all began again. And it was like this, on and off, on and off, from time to time. The thing is that each time it got louder and louder, but always seemed very far away in my head. When I had to go get another thing in one of the rooms, I heard someone calling my name, but this time it felt real, everything felt out of place, the house, the rooms, everything. This day things started to grow worse. I didn’t have to go to the rooms to hear people calling my name, screaming, it was everywhere and it followed me anywhere I went. Eventually everything got louder, to the point where my ears were hurting. I couldn’t go one day without hearing it. However, I woke up on a Sunday morning, and everything was gone, I wasn’t listening to anything. Before cheering that it was all over, I wanted to make sure that it was actually over, so I walked to one of the rooms, when I saw it. It was hanging there, a piece of paper, like a warning, it said “don’t look behind you”. And I obviously did. Everything happened so fast, that the only thing I could see, and the last one, was an axe coming in my direction.
Tea Time By Maria Clara Thamer Taylor was surprised that his nephew Felipe fell asleep peacefully at his home,at least until when your nephew started laughing at 01 AM. He was alone at home so he went to the room where the baby was and saw him on a table drinking tea with his toys,"get off that chair and go to sleep!" the baby got sad realizing that his favorite toy was gone. Taylor put the child to sleep and went to look for the doll, after a while he gave up and went back to sleep again, then he just woke up when he started listening noisy steps,he was surprised because the only people inside the house were he and the baby, he tried to check the house again but he found nothing except his open drawers. The next morning when his nephew went away asking the man to look for his toy he started to be irritated since he was listening to footsteps inside his house for a long time. When he went to tell his friends about the steps everyone called him crazy, but Taylor knew it was real. At night he was in his chair thinking seriously about selling his house when suddenly he saw the toy's head on top of his closet, when he went to look again he was gone, then he started to hear thin voices that were always repeated "I'm still going to catch you" Taylor got so worried and decided to call his friend to help find out what was going on in his house but when his friend arrived at the house he did not find taylor, so he decided to call the police who found evidences that all this time he was not living alone in his own home. From that day Taylor took the missing man of the blue house"
fame and was nicknamed
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until today there are no news about
Taylor's destination ,the only thing left for his friend were the messages of Taylor asking for help,Neighbors near Taylor's house reported have heard
screaming
and noises shortly after their friend's arrival, which
means that someone was with him and that the night Taylor disappeared while the house lights were turned on. The new resident of the house said that 1AM could have heard the footsteps and the thin voice of some creature, but the problem is that they never managed to find it. Whoever that creature is, it is made to haunt the people of the house in a unique way.After years they finally
found the guilty, the killer toy that was programmed to destroy any element they found, the doll was bought in an old doll shop, until today nobody knows who made the doll and why,only that it was evil.
A Familiar Face
By Pedro Balboni
"She asked why I was breathing so heavily. I wasn't." That is basically a summary of my last night in this house. After living with my parents for a long time I decided to move out and live in a small house with my girlfriend, her parents never really liked me but my girlfriend convinced them that it was a good idea to move out and become independent. On our first night after organizing everything, we went out for dinner to celebrate, we ate some pasta, went back home, watched some tv and went to bed. During the night I heard some footsteps on the sidewalk but ignored them and went to sleep. Next morning I woke up, talked a little bit to my girlfriend and she said that it would be a good idea if we gave a copy of the keys to the house to our parents, so that they could help us when we needed something. I thought it would be useful so on my way to work I visited a locksmith and asked him to make a copy of my keys, later we handed them to our parents and continued our normal routines. Later that night I heard the same noises on the sidewalk but I ignored them and went to sleep.
The next morning my girlfriend asked me a really strange question, she asked why I was breathing so heavily, it may not sound strange now, but the thing is, I wasn’t. I told her that and she said that maybe someone had broken into our house last night, but why would they go to the bedroom? There is absolutely nothing there, just by opening the door you can see that the only furniture in the room is the bed, and there is nothing missing besides my keys. I borrowed my parents’ keys and went to work as always. When I got there, I had the feeling that I was being watched by something or someone. I felt really uncomfortable throughout the day but I simply ignored it, when I got home my girlfriend wasn’t there, I heard some noise coming from the bedroom and I went there to check it, and I saw something that I didn’t expect “Oh, I wasn’t expecting visitors” “Sorry for just bursting in without warning, but I have some things that I need to deal with” Said my girlfriend’s father with a knife in hand “What’s the knife for? Preparing a meal?” “I’m here to talk to you about a very important topic, my daughter” “Alright” “I want you to leave her” “What?” “Break up with her until tomorrow, or else I’ll have to solve this problem myself” Said the father pointing the knife at my neck “...But...why?” “You don’t deserve her, now leave this house and never talk to my daughter ever again” I left the house and when it was about 9 pm she called me and said that her dad was there and told her that I was cheating on her with a co-worker I told her that she was wrong and that her father had threatened me with a knife when I got back from work, she knew that I wasn’t lying and she mentioned that her dad had been acting strange. She told him an excuse to leave the house and called the cops, when they arrived, my girlfriend told me to come back and I told the whole story to the cops. Her dad later admitted that he had broken into the house and stolen my keys. He was arrested and she completely stopped talking to her family.
The Ghost
By Pedro Bastos Oh,There's nothing like baby laughter. Well Unless it's 01 AM and you were in your home, alone. This strange sound of a laughing baby started some days ago and it always occurs from 1 am until 5 am the next morning. And I have the impression that this laughing baby sound always comes from my daughter’s room. She died of coronavirus some months ago in the middle of the night. She was 1 year old and she had a beautiful smile and a funny laugh. She was the Only thing I loved in this world. I took her to the hospital but it was too late. After that day I tried to forget all my problems, and I started to drink and have hallucinations. Some nights ago I was washing my face when suddenly I heard, again, some weird noises, but that time to loud to only ignore, coming from my daughter’s room, like always. I ran downstairs and, when I entered the room I saw a baby! I felt very happy, but when I approached and touched the baby I realized she looked exactly like my daughter, except for one point. She didn’t look like a living person. The baby started to laugh. I was very scared in fact, but I took her in my arms. Now had a strange grey and cold skin. Suddenly her expression changed from a smile to an angry face. And then she disappeared. I went to my bedroom and then I tried to sleep, but one question didn’t leave my mind, “why did she come back? she died! I saw her dying with my own eyes”. I was
woken up in the morning by a strange new sound coming in my daughter’s room. I went downstairs, and when I opened the door I saw the same girl from last night,but this time, I had the impression that the girl had grown some years in one night. I approached the girl, now about 5 years old. She looked to my face and said: -”Hello dad!” I said- “hello” She said- “i love you!” -”I feel so happy to see you but i have to say something”- I started to cry. -”what happened?” -”You… You are dead!” - “no i'm not”! -”Yes you are , my love”! Her face changed. of a smile to an angry face. -No i'm not dead!- she said that with her fists closed, and then she run in my direction. And then everything went dark and I fell on the ground…
By Pedro Thamer Today i´ll tell you what's happening with me, no one could help me, so if one day I just surrender for this thing, this is my story. All these started when I moved into a new house. The house was pretty normal, not too big, not too small, but it was very old and isolated from the city. I was kinda surprised, cause i was the only interested in this house, so the owner sold it really quick to me. If I knew these things would happen, I would never ever get close to this house. When I got in, I did my routine normally, but this part, this strange part I cant understand. Whenever I went to my bed I didn't sleep, but I kept waking up confused. So I decided to make a test. I chose a day, after that I tried to sleep... It was 12am when I went to bed. I remember the exact moment when I closed my eyes and heard a strange sound. At first, I thought it was a woman talking to me, but suddenly it stopped. After that, I felt a hand touching my feet, soon after I had the strange feeling of someone pulling me down. At that moment I knew that something or someone was there with me, I wasn't alone. After this day i started to search about this house, and what i discovered shocked me. I contacted the former 2 residents in this house and I observed that all of ‘em were hospitalized by mental illness and they have never been the same since this house. I got really scared but I thought it was just a coincidence. After I knew this and those events that happened to me when I was sleeping, I swore to myself that I wouldn't sleep again in this house, but I didn't
have enough money to move again, so I just tried to avoid falling asleep . There I was, it was 12am again when I went to my room, i was really tired but i wasn't sleepy, i was doing great until i saw a black shadow behind the door, I paralized, was in this moment when the shadow entered my room, it was a very creepy creature, with giant claws, hairy and very, very thin with a giant mouth with sharp teeth. The creature just stayed above me the entire time, I couldn't move, I just could look for the horrendous creature all over the night. When i tried to turn my head to any other direction the creature followed the direction with a stare, then i just remember waking up very confused and thinking if this would happen again. Now I can't even try to sleep because I start to see these creatures above me. I don't know what to do, i need help. If you, you that are reading this story see this house, get really away from it.
By Pietro Vignini One day I woke up at 1AM because there was some type of laughter coming from my living room, when I went to investigate what was the noise, it became clearer each step I took towards the living room, it was a baby’s laugh, but i live alone… I was very disturbed to hear something this weird so late in the day, I was so tired I just brushed it off as some type of prank my friends were doing on me, so I eventually went to bed thinking that it would go away the next day. The next day I woke up early to go to work as usual, close to 3PM i went at a restaurant with my buddies, We all ate a burger and fries but when we want a dessert, the ice cream machine was broken as always so we just left, on the walk back from work, i asked if my friend Josh could hang out with me at my place, and fortunately he could! We stayed up till midnight and went to bed, me at my bed and Josh on the couch. But suddenly I wake up again because of the same noise as yesterday of a baby laughing, I rush downstairs to see if Josh was hearing it too, He was already awake and pale, so I asked him what was wrong aside the strange noise; - Yo, I don’t know what this is coming from and I’m so sorry if i made you scared or something.He didn’t respond; - Is everything OK?- I asked worried. Josh pointed at the closet beneath my stairs, so I went there to check what was in there… All I found was a doll laughing and pointing back at my friend. - WHAT IS THIS?!- I screamed in terror The next day I called the police to check if someone broke into my house and put the doll there as I was checking if my friend was okay. As the police were checking the house, I went with Josh to his house, since he calmed down already, right after getting back at my car, I received a call from the police that they found something at my house. When I got home, the cops showed me that someone was in my house all along with a gun in my room… Waiting so i could come back… And strike…
We Want a Baby
By Riccardo Leonelli Amsterdam, that's where I met Scott, my husband, we went to a museum until we ran into each other, that's when it all started. We moved to Scotland, because my family lives there, we bought a house with few rooms and that's where we are living now. He's a businessman and I'm a writer, that's why we have a room with several books. We also have one thing in common, we both want to have a child, but he has Endometriosis that prevents him from having a child and even worse, this disease has no cure. If we managed to have a child, it would be called Megan, because it's the name of my daughter who died in a car accident, she was only 2 years old and it was on the street where we live that it happened, I always think about it, because I think it was my fault, I let go of her hand to carry shopping. On a normal Thursday night, it was already 3 am, and I was thirsty so I asked Scott to bring me a glass of water, but he had worked a lot yesterday and was very tired, so I went to the kitchen. When I opened the fridge, her light was so much that I got a little dizzy, I took the water
and when I closed the fridge I saw a child very similar to Megan, but she was all dirty and with several injuries. I was paralyzed, blinked twice and she disappeared. I saw a paper on the floor and on it was written “ Mother I am your daughter, why did you do this to me?” I was very scared and very shivery, after 10 seconds paralyzed I heard a laugh up there. I got there and I couldn't believe what I was seeing, Scott was dead and there was a paper over his body, and it said. “You are the next, will pay for killing me.” I ran out of the house, I called the police and the firemen. 5 minutes after that the house was on fire for no reason. The policemen and firemen arrived and put out the fire. After that confusion I left the house but I kept hearing Megan's voice. I think I'm going to have to suffer with that weight of conscience for the rest of my life.