Horror
stories PV003 - 25
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The old yearbook
17-years old Lotta is working on a school project for a history class and she borrows an old yearbook from her teacher. When Lotta gets home she starts working on her project but something unexpected happens. Some of the students’ faces look weird and creepy. She gets cold-sweat goosebumps and her heart starts beating fastly.
Instead of smiling expressions their features are stretched. At first Lotta cannot believe what she is seeing. She says to herself that maybe it is because the book is so old, so the colors are mixing together. But after a moment, she no longer believes that.
On the next day Lotta goes to tell her friend Aino what happened. She is also shocked and cannot believe her eyes. But then Aino starts to feel like some of the faces look familiar. The pieces of the puzzle begin to fall into places. Aino looked in Lotta’s eyes and said worriedly, “isn’t that the boy who died in the school shooting?”. They were speechless and tears started rolling down their cheeks. The silence between them said everything.
On the same night she had nightmares about the scary yearbook picture. In the dream, the boy from the yearbook was standing outside Lotta’s window. Lotta had never felt a dream so real before. When she woke up, she tought that it was just a dream. But then she notices something. In that window the boy’s terrifying facial features were now there. And that is how the story begins.
The girl behind the door
I asked my parents to stay at my grandparents for the weekend since we see them rarely. My parents were hesitant at first, but decided to let me go anyway. I went on a bus and walked the rest of the way. I felt like someone was watching me, but I thought it was nothing. When I got there my grandparents looked happy and invited me in. They showed me my room and we all went to sleep.
I had a hard time sleeping. I saw my phone light up and it was my mother saying good night. I felt at ease but still felt as if something was off. I heard footsteps. My grandmother, my grandfather and wait, there is a third footstep. I pretended to be asleep. The footsteps got closer and closer until the door to my room creaked open. I heard someone coming up to me close like really close. It sniffed me and then disappeared into thin air. I was shivering because I was so scared.
Then the morning came, and my grandparents were about to go to the shop. When they left, I felt lighter, I felt like I wasn’t scared anymore. My parents never talked about my grandparents so I decided to look at some of the old photos I found in the drawer. The box was moldy and oldlooking. There were a lot of happy photos of my family, but something wasn’t right. There were pictures taken in front of the door. I looked closer at them and there was someone. It looked like a girl, but I just thought it could be just a relative coming in to say hi.
I was so into looking at the photos, so soon it was already nighttime, but my grandparents weren’t home. Until I heard a knock on the door. It was some girl; it looked like the girl on the photos. I felt chills run down my spine. I didn’t open the door. I felt a cold breeze and started shivering. The girl turned around after looking at me for a while. When she walked away from the door, I saw my grandparents frozen still behind her. She pulled out a knife and then. They were on the ground. She cut their heads off. I was trying to call the police, but the phone wasn’t working. Next second, I looked at the girl she wasn’t there. I decided to try and run to the car to get out of here. I ran as fast as my trembling legs could. I made it. Suddenly felt breathing behind me and heard her say “Now it’s your turn”
The voice in the headphones
They say I’m crazy- but I’m not, right? I have always been praised for my good hearing. When I was little my parents joked around that I could even hear the dead people. They were joking of course, that’s not possible. Or at least that’s what they thought.
It started when I couldn’t sleep some foggy night. It was quiet at first, it was like the wind. I tried to assure myself that I was just tired. Suddenly it got louder. Surprisingly I was not scared, it was a lullaby that my grandmother used to sing to me when she was still alive. I fell asleep soon after.
Over the last few years, the voices eventually got louder. They were kind at first, then they began to be more aggressive, not towards me but to everyone I was around to. They said all kinds of awful things. The voices tried to talk me into hurting them. I could never do that. But to be honest it was hard to ignore them. It felt like the voices were in my brain and I couldn’t shut it off.
I tried to confess this to my parents multiple times but I didn’t have the courage to come clean, I was afraid they’d abandon me or worse. Eventually it got so bad, that I had to say something. I lied and told that my ears were ringing, my dad didn’t believe me and said that I was imagining it.
My mother took me to the doctor. They of course found nothing wrong in my hearing. Later that day my mom bought me a pair of headphones. I will remember that day forever. For the first time in a long time, it was all quiet. It felt like I could finally breath again.
I wore those headphones every minute of every day. I was terrified that the voices would come back even worse this time. One day the battery died. I panicked. I counted the seconds for the voices to crawl in my head and suffocate my every thought. But I heard nothing. I was blissful, but I couldn’t ignore the fact that I felt alone. I craved it.
I eventually charged my headphones and put them on again. I wanted to feel something else than loneliness. ”Bluetooth device is connected” I heard the headphones connect as I walked into the kitchen. I made myself a snack and heard someone come in. I thought my parents came back home. “We missed you” their hungry voices whispered. Something took over me and the next thing I found myself covered in blood. But not mine. My dad had come back home. Now he was on the floor with his neck sliced open. “Bluetooth device disconnected”. And then silence. I smile with blood on my hands. They were right.
Don’t open the red book
After Grandma Leena died, we found a red book in her nightstand. The book was old and worn. It smelled like dead roses and mold. I studied the covers of the book. My name was carved into the back cover, though I’d never seen it before. Mom told me not to touch it. “That book gives me nightmares,” she whispered. But one night my curiosity won. I opened it.
The pages were full of strange drawings, figures without faces, doors with no handles, and a black sun bleeding over crooked houses. Then, on the last page, a single sentence appeared in fresh ink:
“Welcome back, Leena.”
The lights flickered. I heard the creak of her old rocking chair upstairs, which has been empty since the funeral.
Now at night, I hear someone whispering my name in her voice.
The red book won’t stay closed. It keeps opening by itself.
And each morning, a new page appears. I think Grandma is writing again.
I heard my name last night
I’ve always liked silence. That’s why I bought this old, cold house on the edge of the forest, far from the city. At first, the silence was calming. But lately, it’s started to feel… wrong. Like someone else is listening to it with me.
It all started weeks ago. I woke up in the middle of the night for no reason. Just as I was about to fall back asleep, I heard it. “Emily.” It came from way too close. Like it came from inside my head or right next to my ear. My heart was racing, but everything else was silent. The next night, it happened again. And the night after that. The voice came from different directions, over and over. I started to doubt myself. I recorded my nights. Most of the time, there was nothing on the recordings. But then. There it was: “Emily.” A broken, crackly voice. And then heavy breathing, like someone was standing right in front of the microphone. I decided to contact the house’s former owner. “Oh… so you’re there now,” she said. “I warned the realtor. That place isn’t good for someone living alone.” “Why?” I asked. “Because it listens. Once it learns your name, it won’t leave. ”She hung up, and I couldn’t reach her again.
Last night I woke up because my blanket moved. Cold breath touched the back of my neck. “Emily,” it said and it smiled.
I don’t know if you understand what I mean, but I swear it smiled it. This morning, I saw my name in the mirror. Not just once. Hundreds of times. When I looked closer, it was everywhere: on the door frames, on the floor, even along the ceiling trim. Then I looked into the mirror for the last time.
They follow when it rains
It always begins with a drizzle that’s soft, rhythmic, almost gentle. But with each drop the world darkens, quiets and tightens. The moment the rain touches the ground they emerge. Tall silhouettes with slick, rubbery skin and fingers too long to be human. Their heads twitch at odd angles jerking like broken puppets.
The first time I saw them I was six. My mother had vanished in a stormburst leaving nothing but soaked footprints leading into the forest. I remember her scream it was high and brittle. Suddenly it disappeared like she had been swallowed by thunder. They took her. Just like they take anyone caught outside when the rain falls.
They don’t run. They glide. Their steps make no sound but the air turns heavier, wetter and colder as they approach. You smell damp rot and decay like forgotten cellars. You hear whispers bubbling like water over stones.
You hide and pray. But the rain always finds you. And if the rain finds you they do too.
The house that whispers
When I was little my grandma used to tell me this story about a mansion that whispers. It still scares me and gives me chills.
When my grandma was about 15 years old, she and her friends used to go to the woods and grill by the campfire in the fall. One dark and rainy fall night in 1965 my grandma and her friends were going home from the woods, and they thought it would be fun to go some different way home. They wanted to get some excitement, so they decided to go along a small forest path. The deeper you went down the forest path, the darker and scarier it got. My grandma didn’t have good feeling about this new way home because it really was scary. And her feeling was right.
After they had walked along the path for a while, they arrived at the big old mansion. My grandma said that one of her friends wanted to go into the mansion. My grandma was scared and tried to warn her friends that that wasn’t a good idea. Nevertheless, they decided to go to the mansion. The entrance to the mansion was through a two-part door, which was huge and creaky and surprisingly it wasn’t even locked. My grandma described that the mansion looked old, it has three floors, it has old paintings everywhere in the house, a big dining room, and some kind of living room and bedrooms are big bit like in castles and this strange basement, accessed by old spiral stairs.
My grandma said that the old mansion scared her because the mansion kind of whispered. The old wooden floors and doors creak and the wind roared outside, which could be heard as a howl from inside when the windows were broken, but it wasn’t like that. My grandma said that she saw a white lady maybe walking upstairs of the house and the lady whispered something to herself. That was the line for my grandma, and she left at the house with her friends.
My grandma told her friends the next day what she saw in the mansion and her friends said that they saw that thing too. They were scared but curious too. They decided to find more information about the mansion so they went to their small-town library where they could find more information about the history of their town and at the same time for the mansion. They find great wrinkled book that had a title “Mansion of the whispers”. The book tells that the mansion’s real name is Wood’s mansion, and it was built in 1863 by a noble couple. In addition to them, their children also lived there. Years have passed and the mansion remains empty because of the big tragedy that happened there. Rumors tell that the house lady disappeared.
Everyone knew that her husband, master of the house, had something to do with it. Because there was no evidence, he couldn’t be accused of anything. The house lady’s husband moves out, so the children keep the mansion for while before they moved out too. Some tried to keep hotel service in the mansion in the early 20th century but failed, because customers were uncomfortable and afraid to be in the building due to strange noises. Some also swear they’ve seen a white figure walking the hallways.
My grandma and her friends were sure now that they might have seen the disappeared house lady in the mansion. But they were curious about what the white lady or the house lady whispered. It was something strange, maybe she sang something or maybe she wanted to say something to them. But they never returned to the mansion because my grandma’s parents had warned them about that mansion. They said that even in their childhood they had been told ghost stories about that mansion, and it is a dangerous place to be.
My grandma told me this story a thousand times when I was child. It was my personal favorite ghost story, and it was fun to listen to it on rainy fall evenings when I visited my grandma and grandpa’s home. But I might want to see it in my own eyes. So, I asked them if we could go there. And surprisingly they said yes, because even my grandpa had never seen it before that night. When we arrived at the mansion it was just like it, I had always imagined it. It was an awesome experience to 10 years old and a little scary of course. We never went inside the mansion because my grandma said no to that. She told me that after years of that she had been in that mansion, a lock had been brought to the manor door again because someone had broken the original lock. And she also said that it would be disrespectful to the house lady to have strangers going in her house to disturb her. Me and my grandpa were a little disappointed because we couldn’t go inside of that house but now days, I respect more what my grandma said. It was true that the house lady needed her peace, and it wouldn’t have been very peaceful if we had gone to the mansion.
But when we left the mansion yard I thought and believe even now days that I maybe saw the house lady, but she wasn’t alone. There was another figure with her, maybe man or something. They both stood at the mansions left and right window just staring at us when we left that yard behind us. Later that night I asked my grandma that who that man could have been and then she said, “oh I totally forget”. She said that when the mansions house lady disappeared everybody said that she had had a fair because the master of the house had been very violent towards her wife and she wanted to have somebody who could make her feel safe (or this is what the rumors says again) and man who stood with her in the window was the man who she had a fair with because that man disappeared exactly same time when the house lady did. And the story tells that they finally can be together in that house and that’s why it would be maybe even dangerous to go to that mansion to disturb them, because they wanted to finally be alone together.
Voices from the attic
I guess everybody has heard horror stories where somebody had been moved to a new house but after a little while strange sounds began coming from the attic. I always thought that they are only tales and there must be some short of explanation for these strange sounds, until I had to witness this unreal feeling myself.
I was then eleven years old and my family were moving to a new apartment which was a large and old manor outside the city, in the middle of a dark and misty forest. That makes it sound like a house from the horror movies but it was actually sublime and charming. Finally the day came when we moved there. I was completely drained after the move and all I could think about was finally collapsing into bed. I lay on my new big bed feeling happy about my new room until I started to hear voices. First I thought that it was just the wind but when I looked out the window there wasn’t windy. I realized the sound was coming from the attic.
I hadn’t no other choice than to go up to the attic and see where the sound was coming from. When I got there, the sound stopped. I looked around but there wasn’t anything out of ordinary. Just as I was about to head back downstairs, powerful gust of wind slammed a large window open and the voice started again. It sounded like a wicked laugh mixed with crying at the same time. I got so terrified that I bolted back to downstairs.
I still have no idea where the voice was coming from but I couldn’t go back to attic never again. I asked my mom does she have hear the same voice but she said she hadn’t. I wondered if I was losing my mind. I heard the sound several times after that but I never went back to the attic.
Don’t say her name!
There was a name that you should not say. In a small village a hundred years ago, there was a girl named Lisa. Lisa was just an ordinary and kind girl. It was Lisa’s twelfth birthday. Lisa was preparing for the party. But suddenly she was not found anywhere. Lisa was never found. No one ever figured out where she was. After Lisa’s disappearance, her parents started to believe that she was hunting them. Because some mysterious thing started to happen. At that time people were very spiritual. They decided that nobody would ever again say her name.
99 years after Lisa’s disappearance, a new family moved to the village. The family’s daughter was named Lisa, she was eleven years old. After moving to the village family started to hear things about a missing girl named Lisa. Lisa, who moved to the village, was hard to found it friends because everyone was afraid of saying her name.
It was Lisa’s birthday The day started peacefully and happily. Lisa’s family did want to plan a party for members of the village and friends. Villagers tried to tell them that it was a bad idea after what happened 100 years ago, they believed that a new Lisa would happen the same as 100 years ago.
Festivities ended and villagers also started to think that maybe they had overreacted about saying Lisa’s name. But after everybody had gone to sleep. Lisa woke up to a rattling sound.
The old Lisa’s ghost was there, and Lisa was terrified. The ghost has come to get Lisa. The next day everyone in the village believed that the name Lisa was cursed. Because it was already the second Lisa that had disappeared.
The Last Day of Summer
The last day of summer didn’t feel like an ending. It felt like something holding its breath.
The sun was burning red through a sky that looked bruised. The birds stopped singing. The wind was gone. Even the trees seemed to be waiting for something. I walked barefoot to the lake, and the ground was cold under my feet.
The water wasn’t like usual. It was thick. Still. It seemed like the water swallowed the sky, but not the way it normally does when it reflects it. And the smell was like mould and wet. The smell made me feel nauseous, but something made me keep going, I didn’t want to turn back home. I walked all the way to the lake.
Then I saw them. Figures on the far side of the lake, standing still, backs turned. Pale. Long black hair hanging wet. They were children, I thought at first, but they were too still. Too thin. They couldn’t be.
One turned. It had no eyes, just empty holes filled with something dark, like black water like ink. Suddenly its mouth opened, and I heard it inside my head: “Don’t leave. Summer isn’t done with you yet.” The air cracked and the lake began to boil without heat.
I ran. But summer followed—clinging to my skin, crawling into my lungs. Not warm. Not gentle sunshine. It was Desperate. It wasn’t the season that ended. It was everything else.
The Mask In My Locker
The previous class had just ended, and Lily was heading towards her locker. When she opened the locker, she saw something unexpected. It was white and eerie looking mask. However, Lily just laughed and held up the mask for Katie to see. Lily thought she had something to do with it. Yet Katie only looked genuinely confused and a little uneasy. She swore she had never seen anything like it. And Lily knew that she wasn’t lying, since Katie had been Lily’s best friend for years.
Later that day, the time was around 9 p.m., Lena stood in her room, and for some reason she wanted to try the mask on. She didn’t think anything would go wrong with it. Nonetheless, everything went dark.
She woke up outside where it was dark, misty and windy. Her house was nowhere in sight and when she reached for her phone the time was 2.27 a.m. Lily didn’t know or remember how she got there.
The next morning Lily was still quite disoriented. On her way to school she threw the mask into a dumpster. Nevertheless, later that school day when she opened the locker, the mask was back exactly where it had been.
Shadows In the Cafeteria
I was at the school as every normal Wednesday. I hadn’t eaten breakfast in the morning so I was very hungry. I had been waiting for lunch all morning and finally I smelled warm chicken soup in my nostrils. I asked my friend to come eat with me but they didn’t like chicken soup so I had to go eat without my friends.
I went to the cafeteria and I wondered why there isn’t nobody. No students, no teachers and no cookers. I took food and went to sit to the table where I usually sit. Even then there was nobody with me. I started to eat the food while scrolling my phone. Suddenly I felt cold wind touching my face and I didin’t know where it was coming. In addition, a strange sound began to echo in the cafeteria. I looked around, and the large white walls were covered in frightening shadows. I have never been that scared. The big shadow comes closer to me. I felt like someone touched my shoulder. Suddendly someone started choking me behind my back. I couldn’t breath anymore.
The Woman Beneath the lake
Jarno was on a traditional walk by the lake and he notices something strange. He walks closer to the destination and notices that it is his job friend wife, whose face is covered in blood and her body is torn. He immediately calls 112.
The call was strangely cut off right after he had said his location. The phone went black. No power, no network, not even light on the screen. He looked around the surface of the lake was calm, but there was a strange heavy feeling in the air,as if something was watching him from the shade of the treers
Woman attacked man from the water.He strangled the man and money for the man`s abandoned mental hospital. Binds him there and threatens him. The woman threatened him with money and would meet him if he didn``t give her a million euros. At the same time as the woman threatened jarno. Jarno`s child tilda was worried about where her father was. Tilda was in her first year of high school and understood that everything was not okay because her father always announced where she was going and now he didn`t. Tilda set out to find out with the help of the search location, she saw her father`s active location all the time and called the police to this place. The police caught the fairy
The Babysitter’s Last Call
It’s a foggy and dark Friday night and the babysitter that we will call her Mia has been called in advance to take care of the two children that we will call Brian and Lauren. The parents have gone to the theater for a musical. Mia comes early and listens while the dad lays the rules of the house. “No ice cream after brushing the teeth and bed by ten”. Mia repeats in her mind.
Then the parents leave it’s seven o’clock. The Mia calls out the children and ask what they would like to do this mysterious evening. The children yell at the same time ice cream and a movie so the sitter says well then y’all can go sit on the couch and pick one. “While the children went to pick out the movie Mia goes to the kitchen and get’s the ice cream out of the freezer and yells” Come guys and make your ice cream bowls. “The children come and ask fairly nicely how much they can take”. Mia says as much as you can eat but remember that you can always get more. “After the kid’s made their bowls and even spilled some sprinkles to the floor Mia goes to the living room and see what movie the kid’s picked out. “It’s a cars movie”. Mia yells come on guys lets start the movie so we can watch the whole thing before y’all have to go to bed. “The kid’s come running to the living room and jump to the couch”
“Then the house phone ring’s and Mia pauses the movie and jogs to answer the call” Hello, Mia says but nobody answers, then she asks again. Hello somebody there. Yet again no one answers. “That is the last thing that is heard from Mia and the children from the phone log”
The New Kid isn’t a Human
Summer holiday had just ended, and me and my friends were walking through the big and rusty gate back to school. I was excited, because it was my last year in high school. Our school is an old building, and it was built in the 1880s. Our school has big hallways and big windows with red curtains. Our school is a huge maze, and first-year students easily get lost here. All original furniture and desks are still in use.
My first lesson was chemistry. Everyone was thrilled and me and my friend’s exchanged news and told each other what we did over the summer. Suddenly I heard a knock on the door and a pale and skinny girl walked in. The teacher welcomed the girl and said that she is our new student, and the teacher urged her to tell us a little about herself. Her name was Lilith Elwood, and she was 18 years old, and she moved here from Europe with her family. She hoped that we would welcome her kindly. She really didn’t tell us much but that wasn’t the weirdest thing. The weirdest thing was her appearance. She had old fancy clothes on, and her hair was thin and almost white. She was pretty and kind but there was something odd with her.
The lesson ended and we walked to our usual hangout place. We sat down and started gossiping about the new girl. My friends also had a weird feeling about her. Suddenly she appeared behind us, and I flinched.
•Hi, Lilith said.
•Hi, we said at the same time.
•Can I sit with you guys, Lilith asked. Of course, we didn’t want to say no because we aren’t mean. She was shy, but she had a lot to say. She spoke in the old way and used old words. I didn’t mind it, and I thought it was kind of cool. Weeks passed and we became friends with her. Every week Lilith wore even more lovelier antique clothes, and her hair was done every time. We spent a lot of time together and had a lot of fun. I started to admire her. Everything was fine, until one day it all changed.
Suddenly she started skipping our classes, and she wasn’t as talkative as usual. One day I saw Lilith walking in the garden, through the window. A minute later I arrived to my class, and to my surprise she was sitting in the back seat. It made no sense. It would take her at least six minutes to walk here. The next day the same thing happened. She just appeared out of nowhere. One day I thought I was going crazy, because I swore, I saw her go through a wall.
Our history teacher gave our class a task to research the history of our school and write an essay about it. I kept it as a fun task and headed straight to the school’s library, but the fun created by the task left as quickly as it came. because I realized I’ll have to go to the library all by myself. As I opened the door to the library an old and musty smell filled my nose. I was completely alone in the library, and for good reason. The library was murky, because the curtains were drawn, and only old chandeliers dimly lit the library corridors.
I started to research the shelf where all the history books were. I finally found the shelf and started looking for books related to the history of our school. All the books were at least 50 years old and covered in dust. I found a thick, red book with a crack in the cover. It contained the history of our school from the 1880s to the early 2000s. I sat down and started reading the book.
The first few years were boring. Just information about the construction process of our school, information about the opening of our school, and the first students. I skipped straight to the history of the 1990s. A big title caught my attention “Girl was murdered tragically” I started to read the text and it sayed that the murder took place in the schoolyard just as the students had returned from their summer vacation. The perpetrator was never identified. Eyewitnesses reported seeing a person running towards one of the school’s students and slashing the girl with a knife. I was in shock, how hasn’t anyone talked about this ever. I began to look more closely at the information about the victim. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the name of the victim. Lilith Elwood. Suddenly someone whispered quietly in my ear “What are you reading”. I was so startled that I screamed out loud. In a flash, I turned around and saw Lilith in front of me. I closed the book with shaking hands. Lilith didn’t look happy. Her face was paler than ever, and her eyes looked scary and empty. The fear and threat created by the situation made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
•What are you, I asked with a shaking voice.
•You know, Lilith said.
•But you can’t be here. You died 40 years ago, I said.
•I didn't believe it at first, but the soul can't rest when something so tragic happens.
Since then, I've been wandering the school corridors and hiding in dark corners. But you reminded me of myself when I was young and that awakened my interest, Lilith said. She didn’t walk anymore. She floated forward and I could see through her. She started to hum eerie song. A cold sweat covered my whole body when I realized that she was really a ghost.
•What do you want, I shouted.
•I want you and I want your life. I’m tired of this form and I want to feel life again. Lilith whispered.
After I heard that I started to run towards the library doors. I couldn’t get far because Lilith grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go. I turned around and tried to get away but she wouldn’t let go. She started to float towards me. Fear took over my body and I couldn’t move anymore. She slowly drifted through my body and her bottomless black eyes were the last thing I saw. Then everything went dark. .