A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in.

The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldnt make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red. At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, Did you look through the keyhole? The man told her that he had and she said, Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red.

There was a High School teacher whose class consisted of exactly 30 students. He was particularly strict and a little bit cruel to his students, making them stay back until late at night every day to study in the library. In order to make sure his students stayed back and didn't sleep, he asked them all to call his cell phone at certain times during the night and tell him their student number. This went well for awhile, but all of a sudden, late one night he received a call. He answered as per usual and a girl's weak voice replied "Hi Teacher, I'm number 31," and then abruptly hung up on him. At first he didn't even realise, but then he felt furious as he thought one of his students was playing him for a fool. The next day he stormed into the classroom and demanded the student who pulled the prank own up to it. No one did, and they all denied knowing anything about it. He threatened the whole class, telling them he would beat them all if it happened again that night. Unexpectedly, it did happen again. At the exact same time, to the second. He tried to ask the girl who was calling but she hung up so quickly he couldn't get a word in.

The next day he lived up to his threats and beat the students in the class, demanding someone own up. Of course, no one did. He even went so far as to go to other classes and ask them about it, but no one would admit to anything. The calls continued on schedule every night, the same way. Then finally one night he got his word in on time. "Who are you!?" he questioned frantically. The girl replied softly, "I'm in your class, Teacher. You know me." To which the teacher said, "My class has only 30 students, stop trying to trick me." The girl only said this: "I'm always watching you during class, Teacher. But you only show me your back. I want to see your face." Then she, once again, abruptly cut off the call. He told his students that they need not stay back at all, even going so far as to change his cell phone number. But the calls continued. The teacher eventually went crazy from the continuous and unexplained calls and retired shortly after. A few months after his retiring, the school underwent rennovations. But while the builders were replacing the blackboard in the classroom of the old Teacher, they were shocked to discover the dead body of a young girl had been hidden behind the blackboard. There were two girls who competed to be the top of the class, One girl was popular and pretty, while the other was poor and ugly. The poor and ugly girl studied harder one year and she became the head of the class. This angered the other girl deeply, so she and her friends chased the head girl into a dark ally where they killed her. They dug out her eyes, and gashed her mouth and nose, so she could not see, smell, or speak. The story told that the ghost of this girl haunted the school & anyone found studying alone at night would be killed. But the ghost could only hear. Many years later, students of this school told this story to all the head of classes, but it was only a legend. Until one night. A student was studying late into the night, she's just become top student, and wanted to keep her status, .. it was 11PM and no one was left in the school. While she was studying she heard the door of the classroom creak closed. The girl thinking of the legend closed her eyes, and held her breath. That's when she saw her, she was horrific, covered in blood. She came into the classroom, wandering silently with her head bent down. == The girl creep ed silently to the door and left the classroom. She forgot and let out one small sigh of relief, .... the ghost heard this and was hanging above the door ... Ready to kill her.

The version I heard involved other girls being with her studying, and her hearing their screams as their eyes got poked out. She closed her eyes tightly but then she heard a quiet voice

chanting "1...2...1...2" and it was the ghost of the girl pointing to each of her closed eyes as she prepared to steal them.

There's also a story which is based on a true serial killer. There's a girl that lives on the 14th floor of an apartment: the top floor. One night she is going home in the elevator late at night and a man steps in with her. He begins talking to her and making small talk. He says he just moved in and lives on the 13th floor. She remarks that must be why she never saw him before and she lives the floor above him. When it arrives on the 13th floor he steps out, the doors close behind him but he turns around and smiles through the elevator door window, pulling out a knife from his jacket. He quickly runs off and heads up the stairs to the 14th floor, as the girl goes up in the elevator towards her inevitable death.

There was a man in an elevator going home, the elevator stopped at one stop and a suspicious looking man in a trench coat came in. You couldn't see his face because he covered it with his coat. The next night he got a doorbell ring, It was a police officer, the officer asked if he'd seen anyone suspicious in the apartment building as there was a murder case. He didn't want to get involved so he said he had not. Later that night. He turned on the news and a picture of a murder suspect was on, it was the police officer.

There is a story about a mother who loved her daughter so much. Her daughter was pretty, and smart, and popular. Her daughter loved dancing, and was the top ballet student in her school. One day this girl was diagnosed with a sickness, and was bed ridden, the doctors said she would not live. The mother was grieved and said if she could see her daughter dance once more, she would accept the fact that she would not live. The mother went to her daughters room that night to see her as she normally did, when she saw her daughter was dancing!! She quickly grabbed the video camera and recorded her. The next morning the doctors told her her daughter had died in her sleep. In her grief she watched the video tape of her daughter dancing, .. she was horrified. The tape did not show her daughter dancing, but rather she had strings attached to her arms and legs and was being twirled around the room by a pale skinned female ghost in black clothing. A young girl walking home from school found a small pile of Polaroid photos lying in the gutter. There were twenty in all, neatly wrapped in a rubber band. She picked them up, and as she walked she started to browse. The first photo was that of a ghostly white man on a black background, standing just far enough away from the camera that she couldnt make out his features. The girl slid the photo to the back of the stack and looked at the next one. The photo was of the same man now standing a bit closer. The girl flipped through the next several photos quickly. With each one the man in the picture came a bit

closer and his features were a bit clearer. Turning the last corner to her house, the girl noticed that the man in the photos seems to be looking at her even when she moved the stack from side to side. It frightened her, but she kept flipping them over, one by one. By the nineteenth picture, the man was so close his face completely filled the frame. His expression was the most horrifying the girl had ever seen. Walking up the driveway, she turned to the last photo. This time, instead of an image, there were two words: Close enough. Hearing a scream, the girls brother rushed to the door and opened it. All he saw was a pile of photographs lying on the doorstep. The top one looked like an extremely pale version of his sister, but she was standing too far back for him to be sure. Every child fears under their bed. If they dont, they fear the closet, or maybe that little crack in the almost closed door. Scientists know that children are more perceptive, they see things adults dont. They arent yet tethered into only accepting what society wants them to accept. They see what is truly there. They see the monsters. If you were to borrow a childs eyes and see through them for a night, you would go insane. To be able to see what you only dimly remember, burrowing into your covers while wearing those train pajamas, hoping to a God you can barely comprehend that it doesnt see you backwould drive an adult crazy. Because Adults forget the rules. 1) Cover yourself. If you cant see it, it cant see you. Even if it makes it harder to breathe. 2) Dont make a noise. Every whimper can lead to destruction. 3) Dont move. It attracts their attention. 4) Only light can make them go away. Bright light. Flashlights make it worse. Teens are caught in the middle. They still feel whats there, but they cannot see and they forget the rules. Why do you think there are so many insomniacs typing at their computers, subconsciously praying the light from their monitor will be enough to keep them away? Its not. Now look behind you with a childs eyes and try not to scream.

Her and her friend were trying "Automatic Writing" in order to communicate with spirits as a joke and just to have fun. Basically each person had a blank paper and pencil and they tried to channel spirits to draw/write whatever the spirit wanted to communicate. After they finished, they noticed both of them had drawn the exact same thing. If this happens, you're supposed to burn it straight away and break the pencil so that the spirit can't find you. One girl did this, but my friend's piece of paper would not burn at all. They tried using a lighter, and then using the oven to light it, but it just wouldn't burn. Eventually the other girl was crying and praying to God to help them, and after five minutes of her praying it finally started burning. The girl still thinks it's because the spirit was distressed and crying onto the piece of paper, making it unable to burn. Another one from another Korean friend. I say it's intense sleep paralysis, but when he told me this experience he was certain it was something more. Some places are said to have strong paranormal presence, some stronger than others. A lot of people believe that to spend time in these places opens your eyes to something that happened there, and my friend had an experience like this. He was sleeping at a friends place, and he was in the middle. His friend was to his left side, and his girlfriend to his right. He woke up late at night and couldn't move his body at all. All he heard was his girlfriend and his friend whispering to each other; he thought they could be cheating on him but couldn't do anything. Eventually the talking got louder and louder. He tried really hard to poke her side and get help, but he couldn't move his hand. Eventually she started shaking his body when she woke up and noticed. She was asking if he was okay but he couldn't reply. Then his girlfriend started laughing maniacally. The volume of the laugh kept getting higher until it was ear piercing and then just stopped. He closed his eyes tightly but felt some strange sensation and opened them, a pale woman's hand was covering his eyes. He closed them again and eventually woke up and told his friend. His friend reassured him everything was okay and he went to sleep again facing the wall. He woke up again, on his side and facing the wall... and couldn't move again. Then he saw a pale woman with long hair walking backwards and forwards along the wall, sometimes disappearing from view as she walked away and then coming back into view. He closed his eyes tightly and fell asleep again. The next morning he went downstairs and his friend was cooking food. He told the friend and his girlfriend what happened that night and his friend just asked casually, "Did you see it too?". there is a boy that when he is going to school.. he always see an abandon house not far from there house. His classmates said that it is said to be haunted by a white lady. But he didn't bare listening cause he know ghost aren't real. Then, he's curiousty baffled. He took a glimpse at the keyhole and saw a woman in white dancing...

He thought it was a caretaker and ignored it... The next day, He looked at the keyhole again.. Only to see all red... nothing, just red.. And he thought someone put a red thingy behind the hole... and then, after school... he said it'll be the last one because he didn't see anything suspicious. When he looked at the keyhole.. he saw the woman dancing again... He didn't let his eyes look away for he is curious who that woman is... Suddenly, the woman in white turned around and he saw her eyes were red. He run off after and didn't dare to look at that abandon house again... There was this guy who works at a hotel, a love hotel. And, one day he decided to put hidden video cameras so he can watch couples having sex in the room. You can tell this guy was desperate -__-;; And he would save it on a tape. He did heard that that hotel was haunted, some girls died in there because drunken men would get mad and kill them. He didn't believe in ghost until after few days, he saw a lady with white dress gown and long hair, walking slowly to the hidden camera that the guy hid. And he was scared at first thinking he got caught red-handed. But moments later, a phone called, he looked back at the screen, the lady disappeared. Then he went to that room to check, then he realized he didn't give any key to that room. So he was scared. He thought he was just having a long night, so he just didn't care. And then another night, it happened again... and this time it was inside a couple's room when they were doing it. He was just having fun watching it until the camera moved to the side view to the corner of the wall. And it was that same lady with white gown in the corner, and he freaked out, went to check up on the couple if they were okay. And finding that that lady in the white gown wasn't there. He really thought he had to quit cause he couldn't handle the scary parts happening. But he couldn't quit, cause he would have no money to support himself. So he just stayed and try not to pretend he didn't see that. Then the manager of that hotel came for a meeting, and the guy who was working at that hotel was asking about these girl's photo who died there and how they looked like. The manager showed the pictures... and one of them he saw was that girl... and then he believed it was a ghost he saw.. then he was so scared... he called the cops. Stupid of him, cops found porn tapes that were taped live. Of course, he was arrested. And that love hotel was shut down, because of ghost o__o In France, a young ambient musician by the name of Charles undertook an interesting new project. He was going to record the sound of himself sleeping, and release it under the name La Nuit (The Night). Charles lived alone in a rural area, which would remove things like car alarms, traffic, and such from being recorded. He planned his project for many months, acquiring the sensitive equipment to capture all outside noises as well as his own during sleep. Finally, on the 27th of September, he decided to execute his plan. He set up all his equipment, and fell at

sleep at midnight. The next day Charles reviewed the recording. For the first hour, the recording played his own tossings and turnings as well as some distant dog barks and a few car alarms (So much for his plan to distance himself from cars). These continued throughout the 2nd hour as well, until Charles heard something that horrified him. For at exactly 3 hours and 24 minutes in, the recording played the sound of his bedroom door opening. there was a traveler in the woods and at night, it started raining so as he was tryng to find a place to cover himself from the rain, he saw an abandoned cabin and decided to stay the night there. After he put his stuff on the ground and climbed on the bed, he looked around the room and found several portraits of people who were bleeding staring right at the bed. He was scared so he covered himself with the comforter and went to sleep. The next day, when he woke up, he sees that the portraits he were looking at were actually windows........... in Korea, in high school the students and teachers go on a trip every year, and the school is left empty. After they came back from one of the trips, the janitor found one of the student's body in the girl's bathroom, turns out that the janitor locked the door before he checked to see if anyone was in there. My dad said whenever someone passes by the bathroom, they can hear someone scratching the door, crying and screaming Normally you sleep soundly, but the thunderstorm raging outside is stirring you from your sleep. You begin to doze, then another crash jolts you awake. The cycle lasts most of the night. So you lay there, eyes open and outward, looking at your room stretching out before you in oblong shadows. Your eyes move from nameless object, to object, until you reach your mirror, sitting adjacent to you across the room. Suddenly a flash of lighting, and the mirror flickers in illumination. For a scant second the mirror revels to you dozens of faces, silhouettes within its frame, mouths open and eyes blackened. They stare out at you, their black pupils fixed upon your face. Then it is done. Are you sure of what you have seen? Unsettled, you dont sleep for the rest of the evening. The next morning you remove the mirror from your wall and toss it in the trash. It didnt matter if the vision you had seen was of truth or falsehood, you wanted to be rid of that mirror. In fact, you scrap every mirror in your house. Weeks pass and the event of that night falls into passive memory. You are spending the day at a friends house and its time to use the bathroom. While you are in there the faucet starts to run without you

prompting it. Taken aback by this, you do not yet act, trying to reason with your paranoia in your mind. The water starts to steam and a skin of moisture covers the mirror up above. Youre watching intently as words form: Please return the mirrors. We miss watching you sleep at night. there was a mother and her daughter, the daughter was a mute. One day, the mother took her daughter to buy her a toy. The daughter saw a stuffed clown and said, "I want that one" The mother was shocked and amazed to hear her daughter speak, so she immediately asked the owner of the store for the stuffed clown. The owner was hesitant about selling her the doll, but told her that she should never leaver her daughter alone with the clown. A couple weeks later, the mother got a call from work, asking her to take care of some paperwork, she saw her daughter playing with the stuffed clown and told her that she would be back soon. However, when she came back, she could not find her daughter, all she found was the clown with what seemed like blood on its lips. 1. At a small high school there was a legend about a young girl who died inside one of the classrooms. Everyone believed that the school was being haunted, and that the ghost would haunt the teacher who taught in that classroom. Year after year teachers came and went for one reason or another. Seemed as if no teacher wanted to stay. When one new teacher was told the story, she laughed and claimed that ghosts didn't exist. The students in her class kept warning her, and telling her the story so one day she got fed up and made a bet. She agreed to spend one night in the classroom to prove once and for all that this ghost did not exist. That night she sat in the empty classroom and tried to fall asleep. She couldn't fall asleep for awhile, and the longer she lied there, the scarier the place seemed. She got up and decided to pass the time by doing something fun. She saw an old mirror hanging in the corner of the room and looking at herself in it, she decided to dance around. And so she passed the night, and fell asleep soon after. The next day she told her students about her night. The students stared at her in disbelief. "Teacher" they said. "There are no mirrors in any of the classrooms"

2. There are two ghost legends at my school. I was told these stories as we were walking by the specific areas in the middle of the night. Needless to say, I couldn't fall asleep that night. The first is about a hazing ritual a fraternity used to perform. There's two train tracks that run through the middle of our campus, and each year this frat would tie their pledges to one of the tracks. The thing is, they would look up the train schedule and do this when a train was scheduled to come by and tie the pledges to the opposite track. So they would actually hear the train go by and be scared. One year though, tragically they tied their pledge to the wrong track and he was killed. This is actually a true story, and students believe that the area where he died is haunted.

The second is about a professor who was killed in his office, and that his ghost haunts it to this very day. It is located in the basement of one of the science buildings. And every professor who was assigned this room would ask to be moved into another room claiming that it was either haunted, or that they felt really uncomfortable and uneasy in it. This was regardless of whether they heard the stories or not. Now its been boarded up and no one uses it. I was told this one as we were walking by the building. The guy telling it pointed at a basement window and said "and that's the haunted office" 2. In my school 10-13 year old would go to camp. We'd all be in the same class because our school is very small, and all together there would be about 26-ish of us in a class. getting off topic well last year, because every year my class goes to camp. the whole class walked into the forest relly deep into the forest and had a campfire, everyone told soo many scary stories. but one of my classmates parent told this scary story of when he was younger. When he was about 13 he and his cousin would walk home, and it'd be really late at night so it would be really dark. They always had to walk past this graveyard [that graveyard I had to walk past everyday after school when I lived at our old house =_=] but one night they saw this little boy just sitting there. So they came up to him and asked what he was doing by himself. He said that his dad would beat him and his mother up and that he would run away to this place because he was scared. He also said that he was just waiting for his mom to come along. And so they waited with him. Then Tom Ryan Johnson or something [the boys name] asked if they would visit him everyday and they said yes. And for a couple more night they'd stay with him and they would play some games. When one night he wasn't there and they waited for hours then they looked behind them and on the headstone it said that this was Tom Ryan Jonhson's grave o_o I know it's probably not the scariest thing, but I was scared half to death. my friends and I were in the back row of the last bench and our backs facing the forest which was jyst creepy. And other teachers wuld come along and scare us. =o= edit: my friend has always had so many weird encounters with..weird things. in her old house there woud be this weird lady walking atound and her bunk bed she shared with her sister would shake and her sister wouldn't wake up and he'd get really scared. it happened every night ._. 3. this is such a good thread! i'm a major horror buff, so this is entertaining. i really like that whole clown one. actually, its not really a scary story, or korean, but i've had a few creepy things happen to me as a kid.

When i was little, my parents, my big sister and i used to live in this little apartment, my sister and i had bunk beds with our toy shelf at the food of our beds. my sister had this bigbird doll and this doll named "Cricket". They were those "big" 2ft - 3ft tall dolls that talked when you put tapes in their backs or butts. well, one night, my sister and i had already fallen asleep, and we had put our dolls away and everything. but in the middle of the night, Cricket started talking. we were half asleep, and it was lightning outside, so we (my sister and i) both got really scared and started screaming. my dad came running out, thinking we were getting murdered or something, but when he got there and saw it was just the doll, he told us we were being silly. then he tried to turn it off. thats when he realized that the doll didnt have batteries because he had taken them out earlier since we wanted to play with Big Bird and his batteries were dead. well, my dad got so freaked out, he opened the door to the apartment and threw it outside in the rain. we never brought it back inside, but about 3 months later, when we moved to another city, when we were unpacking our toys, we found Cricket in a box with big bird and a stuffed bear. we got all scared and asked our mom if she had packed it, she said she hadn't and told us to just keep it on our shelf. so we did, but after like a month or something, she started talking again. i was really scared and i started screaming and my dad came in again, this time he just threw the doll outside and tried to burn her. she would burn, but the next day, she'd be sitting under a tree outside, completely unburned. that happened like 3 times. so we just gave up and left her there. she stayed out there for years. when i was about 13, my little cousin came over for a halloween party and she saw the doll under the tree (still) and started playing with her. we let her play with her, but we kept trying to warn her. when they were leaving that night, my cousin wanted the doll, so my aunt asked us if we could give it to her, since we had it outside anyway. we didnt want to, since my cousin was so small (like 5) but my mom gave it to her anyway because she thought it would be okay. about a week later, my aunt came over and told us about the doll. she had forgotten we had been the ones that gave it to her, but she told us that that night, on the way home, after dropping off my other aunt, she told my little cousin to come to the front seat with her and leave the doll in the backseat, so she did. half-way home, the doll started talking in the backseat, she pulled over and tried to turn her off, but the switch was dirty and it didnt work, so she opened the battery compartment and saw the doll didnt have batteries. she got so scared she opened the door and flung the doll out on the side of the road and sped off. she told us that she came back the next day to see if she could get the doll back, because she thought she was just being stupid on halloween and that she had imagined it, but she couldnt find the doll.

4. Ok i have one or a couple XD..Well one day i was at my friends house and her older sister and her boyfriend we're having a huge fight. We we're very scared well because we were only in the 3rd grade. So we went up to see what was going on. We peeked through we thought we got caught so we ran to my friends mom's bedroom. Next thing her boyfriend picked up their karaoke machine and threw it at her. So now we're really scared hiding under the bed. Meanwhile, the older sister head was bleeding pretty bad. So he was really mad he kicked the karaoke machine and it tumbled down stairs. He left i went down stairs and the machine broke a tile and her blood was all over it. So he ended up going to jail. Almost about a year later we we're home alone and we hear this boom boom boom! The same stupid thing tumbled down the stairs. We checked it out and it broke the same tile and it still had her blood on it. My friend thought she put it in the garage though. Well i guess it creeped me out because i was young lol! Oh yeah a couple of months ago we also saw this dude walking down the road with a chainsaw at night! He might live up the street =\ 5. So one day, a man is driving around alone at dark night, with no other cars in sight. He's lost and it also happens that his car breaks down in the middle of the road while it was pouring outside. He frantically gets out and searches for some help. He comes upon a house in the middle of nowhere and runs to it. He knocks on the door but there was no answer. Desperate, he opens the door and walks in. He asked if anybody was home but there was no answer. So he goes into what he thought was the living room and just finds a single sofa in the middle of the room and decides he'll just sleep there for the night and leave early in the morning. As he was about to lay down and sleep, he realized there were portraits of people's faces on all the walls, looking like they were all staring at him. "Weird." he thought, but was too tired and just immediately fell asleep. The next morning, he woke up and to his horror, saw windows on every wall. 6. A young teenage girl had come home late from partying with some friends and had fallen into a deep sleep. She had slept for maybe 14 hours because at the time when she woke up, the alarm read 5:00 p.m. She had fallen into bed at 3:00 a.m that morning. She was asleep in her bed when suddenly she heard her bedroom door open. She looks out from under her covers and sees her mom, walking really strangely, kind of hunched over and rubbing her hands together come into her room. She was looking down at her hands, giggling eerily as she turned and closed the door. Needless to say she found this VERY strange, but being that it was her mom she still didn't think anything of it. The girl watched her mom walk towards her still hunched, still rubbing her hands, and still giggling strangely. It was at this point that her senses finally kicked into gear. She felt this terrifying fear go through my body. It was a feeling of pure evil and hatred, and it scared her beyond belief. Naturally her instincts were to cover her head with her blanket, which she did, only to uncover it a few seconds later to see if her mom was still there. Big mistake. Right in front of her, noses almost touching, was her mom with the most evil smile she had ever seen. She screamed at the top of my lungs for her to get out, and covered her head again. All of a sudden the feeling was gone. She uncovered her head and NOBODY was there. The door was still closed and in the amount of time that had passed there was NO WAY she

would have been able to run out of my room and close the door. The girl thought it was just a dream, but not until her mother told her she experienced the same thing. Her mother had just gone to bed, and was laying in the dark saying her prayers. The girl's dad had been working the night shift, and the girl, of course, was out partying with friends. Suddenly she hears footsteps in the hallway walking quickly towards her room. She looked towards her doorway when suddenly a woman walked in. She was walking quickly, but hunched over. In her hands she had papers (like envelopes, and letters, mail type things). The woman never once looked at her, instead she walked up to my fathers desk, put the papers down on top of it, and walked around to the other side of the bed. It was at this time that the mom snapped out of her shock, and began praying. When she opened her eyes again the woman was gone. The funny thing was that she was not afraid of the woman being there. What scared her the most was that the woman that walked into her room, was HER! 7. Before, it was a hotel, it was a mansion owned by a certain person. It was built in the style of an old western house, but they say that a "retro" look was in vogue at the time. So they counted and counted, but it seemed there was one room missing on the third floor. The spacing was wrong. There should have been six rooms. And all the rooms on the second floor matched up right on the second floor, but just five on the third. Then, it came up when people rening out the room were saying that they couldn't shake the feeling that there was a room next door to the one they had rented. The group was sure their room was the last on the row, but stepping outside, they could see that the wall continued on. Then, that very night, from the wall of the room they were staying in, the very wall they had just been talking about, they heard a noise on the other side. Scritch Scritch. A scratching sound, and it went on and on. At first, the people who heard it thought they imagined it. But the next day, they told some other guests, and everyone listened that night. They could all hear it. There was a scratching sound, and it went on and on. Every night while they stayed, it was always the same. Finally they couldn't take it anymore, and they went to the hotel management to complain. The man at the front desk blanced when he heard the story. He told them that there did seem to be another room on the other side of that wall. But before they'd bought the building from the previous owner, the passageway had been walled off. Well, because there had been so many customer complaints, they decided to tear down the wall in order to make sure of what was on the other side. So they called in the contractor. And since it would happen the next day, the renters decided to stay to see what was behind the wall. The next day, the contractor came, and they broke through the wall. It turned out that there was a passageway there. And there was another room next door to the one the group was staying in. It looked like it should be exactly the same as the other rooms. However, there wasn't any knob on the door. There was a caulking all along the door jam. It was caulked up tight so not a crack was visible. There was no way to open the door. They had come to make sure, and that's just what they were going to do! So they busted the door down, and on the inside, there, in red letters,

"FATHER PLEASE LET ME OUT! FATHER PLEASE LET ME OUT!" 8. His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well): They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who told of them. The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept bile. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you werent already aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start knocking on your door * Once for you skin, which shell use to patch her own decaying flesh. * Twice for your muscle, which shell gnash her teeth on between victims. * Thrice for your bones, which shell make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims. * Four times for your heart, which shell wear around her neck. * Five times for your teeth, which shell polish and keep in a box. * Six times for your eyes, which shell see the faces of your loved ones through. * Seven times for your soul, which shell eat whole - you can never pass while youre in her stomach. She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her. You can try to outrun her, but shes faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home while shes knocking on your door, she wont be so courteous when she catches up to you. Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, thats right, I forgot about that - it can only get you if you tell someone else about it, or you saw it kill someone else. The man, after

finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never seen again. Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. They were found in the morning, skinned and dismembered. Their bodies were covered in tiny, child-like handprints. His aunt was really drunk the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been murdered that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop mini cooperting me. He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend. Then a little girls voice spoke over the line: WITNESS. I hung up. Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. She has to knock 28 times on my front door, 28 times on the mirror in the hall, and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. Shes doing it slowly I think she wants to scare me some more, let me know that my death is just moments away. I will not run - I couldnt get to my car in time anyway. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago, she should be done any moment. Nice knowing you guys, its been funjklm,.WITNESS 9. A doctor was in the elevator, floor by floor, people went out. There's only two of them left when suddenly the elevator went to the basement where the morgue is located. A little kid was approaching the elevator calling for the doctor saying he wants to get on. The doctor immediately closed the elevator door without letting the kid in. The person beside him asked why he did not let the little kid in. The doctor replied, "Did you see the red tag on that kid's wrist? It means that he's dead already." then, the person replied, "Doctor, you mean like this?" raised his arm and showed a red tag another one one of those scary stories they tell us so that we'll sleep early during retreats it was midnight at a retreat house. all the rooms composed of two students sharing it. a student is suddenly awoken by a strange noise, something like somebody giggling devilishly. afraid to open her eyes, she called out her roommate, and there was no answer. She called her roommate again and this time, a wet chill just touched her back. She opened her eyes in

horror only to see her roommate laughing at her. She glared at her and said " very funny " and went off to try and sleep again. after a few minutes the door creaked open and lights were turn on. She sat up still sleepy and murmured " what now? " her roommate said.. " oh sorry, it's too dark and i can't find my way from the bathroom " 10. There were two sisters. One beautiful, nice, and smart. The other, ugly and mean. The ugly sister was so jealous of her sister that one night, she chased her to the Yakanama lake by their house and dismembered her, with the skull as the center piece. No one found out what she did so she continued on with her life as if it never happened. Many years later, the ugly sister moves to America and begins to work in a museum. She always likes looking at the new artifacts that arrive so one caught her eye. It was called, "The Skull Found At Yakanama Lake." One night, when everyone was gone, she decided to approach the skull on display. She began to wonder if it was her sister's skull. "Sister?" She whispered when she saw the jaw move and some noise coming from its throat. "Yakanama." It whispered. "Sister? Is that you?" "Yakanama." No matter what, all it said was that one word. "Yakanama. Yakanama. Yakanama, Yakanama, Yakanama, Yakanama, Yakanama, Yakanama.....

YAKANAMA!" 11. So there were a group of university students that went on a trip together. There were three couples (three girls, three boys). They went hiking up a mountain the very first day. When they got home, one of the boys (we'll call him J) said he left his wallet up on the mountain. So he went to get it and left his girlfriend with the others. Later, it was late at night and the five students were laughing and joking around when suddenly... KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. There were three knocks on the window. The adolescents were so scared to look, but they looked and the boyfriend was standing there. His hair was in a mess and he looked like he was in a rush. In one hand he was holding a newspaper, and he motioned for his girlfriend to come out. The friends all held her back, saying "Something's fishy, that's scary, don't go out." But something made her go out the balcony. The boyfriend took her hand and started to run.

They ran for a kilometer straight when finally the boyfriend came to a halt. He turned around and showed her the newspaper. ...On the front cover, there were pictures of their four friends, and the headline read.. "Four university students dead in tragic car accident." 12. there was this little kid - who was homeless - who used to sleep in the streets every now and then. he knew this nuna who was really close with him and she just happened to pass by where he was sitting and he grabbed a hold of her hand and asked really kindly if he could spend the night at her house since it was really chilly out. she hesitated at the fact of having a male at her house since she was a single resident at her house but she finally agreed since he was a wellknown dongseng. when they got home, the nuna told him that he could sleep on the floor of her bedroom and he agreed, happy that he got to sleep under a roof but as the nuna turned off the lights and went to sleep, the little kid couldn't sleep and he tossed and turned until he couldn't take it anymore. he jumped up and shook the nuna by her arms and told her to go with him to the supermarket for some ramen since he was sleepless. she shook him off and told him that there was no need in going to the market since she already had some in the kitchen so he reluctantly went and cooked himself some ramen. soon enough, he came running back and shook the nuna furiously and told her there were no more yellow onions and that he couldn't eat the ramen without it and needed to go the market now. the nuna groaned in frustration and put on her jacket to leave the house but as soon as they left the house, the little kid ran with her to the police station. WHY? as mentioned, he slept on the floor of her bedroom, next to her bed, and he was able to see everything that was underneath the bed and what he saw was a man, a knife in hand, lying underneath the bed, ready to kill both. 13. The images we see in the mirror are the pure incarnates of evil. They are only allowed to exist in the area reflected in the glass. To them, life is like a neverending hell, rotting away in the same room day after day. The only refuse from this purgatory is death, and the only way for them to die, sad to say, is if YOU die. Fortunately, they are bound by a code. You are their master, and they must mirror your every movement and expression. To do otherwise would break an unbreakable law, unravelling the space-time continuum. However, there is a loophole, and it can only be triggered by you, the master. To force them into error is to free them from their contract; after you let them out of your view, you're on your own. Know this: when you watch them, they're watching you back. They're watching. And they're thinking.

~ A note to the daring: The next time you're alone in your room, turn down the lights. Think of something on your body that varies in length, such as hair. It must be clearly viewable from your perspective. Grab a ruler and, looking in the mirror, quickly grab a hair at random; you must confuse it. Hold it in position as best you can and note the length. Look down. Yours will be different. Don't look back up. Don't turn your back to that mirror ever again. ~ The next time you wake up groggy and tired, don't move. Take a glance at your mirror; if you're lucky, you might catch a smile. 14. Not far from a summer camp was a mental institution. When one of the patients escaped, the counsellors didn't want to worry the campers but warned them very sternly not to go anywhere alone... So a girl woke up in the middle of the night and had to go to the bathroom. She'd heard all the warnings about how she had to bring someone with her, so she woke up her friend and convinced her to come along. They walked together down the dark path to the outhouses and she went in to use it, with her friend waiting right outside for her. But she heard this loud tapping. "Ann, I can't pee if you keep doing that." No reply but the tapping continued. "Stop it, okay? You're creeping me out." No reply from her friend. "I'm not coming out until you stop the damn tapping! You can just go back without me." So she stayed in the outhouse and eventually fell asleep. She woke up to loud talking and struggled to push the door open, to see a group of police officers outside. They warned her to go straight to them as quickly as she could, but she stopped to look back at what had made the door so heavy. Her friend was nailed to it. 15. Two of my aunts always wake up early in the morning to do their errands. One morning, aunt#1 heard aunt#2 calling her out super early in the morning and telling aunt#1 to open the door. Aunt#1 got up and opened the door but there was no one there and she felt a deadly cold chill

passing through the door into her house but it didn't bother her so she when back to sleep. Hours later in the afternoon, aunt#1 saw aunt#2 and said why she came so early to call her and just left unnoticed. Aunt#2 said that her husband didn't want her to go that morning so she never woke up early that morning to begin with. Aunt#1 told what happened that morning to aunt#2 and they both were scared. A few days later, Aunt#1 passed away. It was known that, if someone calls your name and told you to open the door in the middle of the night or super early in the morning, don't answer. Only lonely, evil spirits does that and will take you away. 16. There was a group of friends at school talking about a haunted graveyard. One of the boys claimed that if you stand over a grave at midnight, the body will come up and suck you into their coffin. One girl in this group did not believe it and said she wasn't scared of such stupid things. So the boys challenged her courage and told her to prove it by standing over someone's grave at midnight. They told her to put a stake in the grave to prove she was there. So the next night, she went to the graveyard and stood over someone's grave. Midnight came, and stood there for a few more minutes and stabbed the stake into the grave. She turned around and tried to walk away, but something was tugging on her dress! A dead body was really trying to suck her into the grave! The next morning, all the kids went to the graveyard and saw her dead body over the grave. She had stabbed the stake into the grave and caught her dress in it, pinned into the ground. The girl died of fright. 17. A young (teenage) boy always used to play basketball in a small area where we can shoot hoops. One day he looked up at an apartment building and saw a (long haired teenage) girl watching him play. Her elbows on the window sill and keeping both palms of her hand against her cheeks. Day after day he noticed she would watch him play and he noticed how cute she was. So he decided to wave to her, she waved back. Then he asked her to come down, so she did. He waited for her and when he heard the entrance of the apartment door open, when he turned around to greet her, he froze and his eye widened. Then everything turned pitch black as he fainted. Do you know why? The girl who watched him play crawled towards him with only her elbows... 18. One day Harbl's mom decided to cook curry for dinner.But she suddenly realise that she forgot to buy some meat.So she decided to ask her son,Harbl to run along to the grocery stall to buy some meat.She gave Harbl some money and told Harbl to hurry back home once he's bought it.Harbl met his friends along the way and they invited Harbl to come along and play with

them.So Harbl did.By the time Harbl friends went back home Harbl realise that it was already at night and the stall had already closed.Being afraid that Harbl would get wacked by his mother.Harbl killed a girl to get that "meat" mother wanted.So he went home with the "meat" and so himom cooked it without any hesitation Harbl was the only one who didn't have his dinner cause he knew that the meat came from a human.On that night...the girl's spirit came back... She walked to the streets and called out "Harbl give me back my body,Harbl give me back my body" She walked to the front door of harbal's house and called out "Harbl give me back my body,Harbl give me back my body" She walked up the stair of his house and called out "Harbl give me back my body,Harbl give me back my body" She walked towards Harbal's room and called out "Harbl give me back my body,Harbl give me back my body". . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . .

. . .. . . . .. . . . . . She's right behind you Harbl A married couple, with a young son, was always fighting, bickering, you name it. One day out of pure rage, the father murdered the mother. He hid his crime well, no one suspected anything. But he noticed something strange about his son. The boy never complained about the absence of his mother. One day the father asked his son, "Son, why aren't you calling out for Mommy? Most little boys would want their mommy to be with them. Tell me what's bothering you." The little boy replied, "I'm fine. I was just curious why you're always carrying Mommy on your back." 19. There is an old cemetery with a reputation for being haunted. According to a popular urban legend, a young local woman whose baby was kidnapped went mad with grief and killed herself on Halloween. It is said that if you go to the cemetery on Halloween night, you can hear the woman's ghost sobbing in the surrounding woods as she looks for her kidnapped baby, long after death. The legend continues that if you listen very carefully, you can hear the baby crying in return from under the earth, because the guilt-ridden kidnapper secretly buried the infant there. Well, a group of friends decided to test the urban legend. So one Halloween night, they went to the cemetery with a few beers and, sure enough, heard a woman sobbing just beyond the glow of their flashlights. Maybe if they were sober they would have investigated, but they were all a little buzzed and so they just freaked out and ran away. The following year, a different group of friends took a Ouija board to the cemetery to check out the urban legend. They all put their fingertips on the planchette and almost at once, it jerkily pointed out four letters: B A B Y. Everyone denied pushing the planchette, and so they were good and spooked when one of the girls suddenly screamed--she saw a figure coming toward them, weaving between the headstones! But it turned out to be just a regular high school guy in a red baseball cap and zombie makeup. He said that he and his friends had come to the cemetery last Halloween and wanted to make a return visit; he'd just run ahead.

Eventually the group from the previous year caught up with him and met the new group. Even though their numbers had doubled, everyone was still pretty creeped out by the cemetery setting. They all agreed to drive to the nearby Wendy's and compare ghost stories. So each group went in their separate cars, and were pretty much the only people in the Wendy's that late at night. The girl from the new group did a quick headcount when the other group walked in and asked, "Where's your friend?" "Which friend? We're all here." Thinking they had left the poor guy behind, one of the girl's friends laughed and said, "Your zombie friend with the red hat. Did you forget him?" Everyone from the first group gave them strange looks, and one of them said slowly, "We thought that guy was with you." 20. It was October 31st and Minji felt very strange as she sat in her evening class. Outside it was dark, the wind was howling and rain was pouring down. 10 31 . . Kim Minji she heard a strange voice whisper slowly in her ear. She turned around quickly but no one was there. It was very strange. . . . A few minutes later she heard Kim Minji again and felt someone touch her neck. She quickly turned her head around only to see Kim Minju sitting behind her, fast asleep. . . Mrs. Kims lesson was so boring. Soon Minji was fast asleep, too. Suddenly she heard a strange noise and jumped out of her seat. The room was dark and she was all alone. . . . .

There was a weird flash of light and then she felt someone stroke her hair. She was too afraid to turn around. Kim Minji, do you remember me? she heard a female voice whisper in her ear. . . . ? . She didnt recognize the voice. She slowly turned to the side to see a young woman with huge scars by her mouth. Blood was dripping from her mouth and she was holding a big knife covered in blood. . , . . I am the Red Mask said the woman. Do you think Im pretty? Dont lie to me. Minji didnt know what to say. She had heard that if you say no she would slash her mouth to make her look just like she did, but if you lied, she killed you. . . ? . . . . Ummm Ummm I dont know, stammered Minji. Yes you do! replied the Red Mask. Do you think Im pretty?!? Suddenly she felt a sharp slap across her arm. .. . . . . ?!? . She looked up and Mrs. Kim was standing there holding her stick. The lights were on and everyone was sitting at their desks. How dare you fall asleep in my class! barked Mrs. Kim. Minji sat up and bowed and breathed a sigh of relief. It had all just been a nightmare.

 . , . ? . . . 21. That's interesting. In the Korean version of the Red Mask I've heard the Red Mask is a victim of botched plastic surgery who has huge red scars on either side of her mouth. She visits different towns every night, choosing a beautiful young woman or girl late at night. She asks them if they think she's pretty. If they say no, she slashes the sides of their mouths open to make them look just like her. If they say yes, she kills them for lying to her. And you can't run away because she can run 100 metres in ten seconds (really - a 12-year-old said so). A few years back there was a trend of young girls texting each other with rumours of where the Red Mask would be visiting tonight. A 12-year-old once told me that if the Red Mask corners you with her question the best response is to say 'I'm sorry but I don't see very well; but if I did see well I'm sure I'd see that you're very beautiful'. I thought that was rather cute. I do remember hearing one story of an after-school academy teacher whose elementary girls wanted him to walk them home after class when it was dark because they had heard rumours the Red Mask would be visiting their neighbourhood that night, lol.

One day a man was walking in a park by himself, feeling a little tired, he sat down on a bench next to a little girl wearing a pink dress and a tiara on her head. The man thinking the little girl was playing some game by herself asked her "Who are you little girl?" the girl replied "i'm a princess!". "Oh really? And where do you live?" asked the man chuckling to himself. "In a castle." "And who do you live with?" in a solemn voice, the girl hesitantly answered "Nobody..all by myself" the man, shocked, asked "But where are your parents?" and in an even sadder quieter tone, the girl told him "They're dead, somebody killed them.'' "Oh my goodness, thats terrible! Who killed them?" the man asked horrified. And the girl replied with a gleaming maniacal smile "I did." This is a story I heard from my friend at university. A man (we call him "K") got whiplash in a car accident and decided to convalesce at home for a week. K was married but his wife was also working, so he was all alone during the day. For the first few days he enjoyed the freedom, but when the third day came boredom began to set in. Still he had to stay in because his injury kept him from going anywhere. Then one day past lunchtime he was watching TV absent-mindedly when he heard heavy stamping noises and children's voices from upstiars. He didn't pay much attention to it, although he wondered if they were on a school holiday. The next day he again heard the same children's voices, around the same

time as the previous day. It sounded like they had two children up there. The place where K lived was a large apartment block but inspite of that it tended to be very quiet during the day; the children's voices, therefore, echoed loudly in contrast to the quietness of the surrounding. K however did not feel annoyed, but was rather glad of the distraction and a break it gave him from the eerie silence. The next day K, feeling bored and not motivated enough to cook lunch, ordered some pizza. The pizza, which arrived within 30 minutes, turned out to be too much for K that he left one whole pizza untouched. Usually he would keep any left-overs for his wife but this time he remebered about the children upstairs and, willing to do something kind, he decided to take the pizza to them. K had no idea who the occupants of the room upstairs were but rang the bell on the door anyway. He heard something stir inside, but there was no answer. He rang the bell again. He felt someone was looking at him through the peephole. "Who is it?" A faint voice called out from behind the door. K explained he was from the room below and that he had some pizza left from his lunch and wondered if they wanted it. The door opened a crack. It looked unusually dark inside the room. From the gap about 5 cm wide a woman appeared, revealing only half of her face. "Thank you very much. But we don't want it," the woman said coldly. It was a little too dark to discern her facial expression. K suddenly felt he was somehow out of place, like he shouldn't be there; however he tried to explain to her that he wanted her to give the pizza to the children. A lukewarm air breezed out of the door. He smelt an unpleasant odour. In an instant two children's faces lined up below the woman's face. The door was open still just a crack. The dull eyes of the children stared at him. The three faces were forming a line. "I see.... then... I will accept your kindness." The woman said. When K put the pizza box through the gap a hand reached out right from the side and snatched it away. The three faces were still staring at K. "Thank you....." He heard the faint voice again. K quickly left the place. He felt spooked. In the corner of his mind he sensed something was seriously wrong. The image of the children's faces had left a burning impression in his mind. Faces..... He felt a chill down his spine. Faces...they were forming a line... His pace quickened. He wanted to get away as fast as he could. He waited for the lift but it would not arrive. Forming a line....vertically....on top of each other..... He pressed the button again and again, but the lift still did not come. He turned to the emergency stairs. His head throbbed with pain. He began to feel nausea. Just as he opened the heavy door leading to the emergency stairs, he felt eyes on his back. Turning around, he glimpsed, about ten metres from him, the same three faces looking at him from the corner of the corridor. Like before, they were showing only the half of their faces and staring at him with their dull eyes. The cold day light shining through the windows illuminated their faces. No longer caring about his neck he frantically ran down the stairs. Although the health-conscious K often used stairs instead of lift and could even ran up four floors in one go, he felt as if no matter how fast he

ran he would never reach the ground floor. Faces lined up, on top of each other....that's impossible...that means there are...no bodies......and the strange things I saw behind the faces were...hands.....holding up the heads...... He ran into the nearest convenience store and asked the people there to call the police. The police came, and searched the flat - and found the bodies of the mother and children in the bath tub. These bodies were headless. According to their findings, it had been three days since the heads had been chopped off the bodies. And the husband, who turned out to be the murderer, was found hiding in the wardrobe - insane. He insisted his family was still alive. There was a terror in his eyes; the polie did not know the source of his terror. A couple years ago, I was staying over at my grandmother's house. We (my cousin, grandmother, aunt, dad, and I) were all downstairs in the living room watching TV. It was already around 11pm, and my grandma wanted me to get some sleep already. I love her, so I do whatever she says :P Anyway, so, I head on upstairs on my own and I always hated going to the second floor on my own. I was pretty groggy by that time but right when I was about to enter my room, I froze. The mattresses that were lined up against the wall had a face in the middle. It looked like someone was trapped underneath the fabric of the mattress, so their facial features were showing through the thin fabric. It looked like an old man's head was trying to push through the fabric, his eyes were closed and mouth shut tight. Honestly, I thought I was just sleepy and seeing things. But I stood there for a few seconds, staring at the figure. It was so weird. I thought maybe it was just a weird lump in the mattress. But my eyes couldn't see it as anything else in the darkness. And then it moved. That's when I bolted down the stairs and went back down to join my family, insisting I was no longer sleepy.

Back then, I would sleep with my parents on nights when I felt uncomfortable in my own room. One night, I decided to tuck myself in before they went to sleep. I dozed off before they even got to bed. I slept on one edge of the bed. I remember waking up in the middle of the night and turning on my other side and found myself next to my mother. What was weird was that she was staring right back at me. I squinted my eyes in the darkness and tried to see if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but her eyes were WIDE open. Just... staring. But since it was my mother, I just thought she was trying to tell me to go back to sleep by giving me "the look". I called out her name, "... mama?"

But she just kept staring at me, unblinking. I decided to go back to sleep that night, with my back to her. When I woke up the next morning, I asked why she did that last night. I asked why she was awake too. I was surprised when she said, "Your papa was sleeping in between of us." Story One: He was in Korea that time but he mentioned the hotel's name.I can't remember clearly.So one night, he was recording his voice.Suddenly,he saw a woman with long hairs floating around smiling.He sorta become freaked. He then fall asleep.The next morning,he heard a woman's voice through his recorder but there were no one in the room. Story Two: This was my dad's trip to Korea.He and his friends went to small village.He was a doctor and help the people's there because of a disease.That night,after he done with his job.He went asleep and saw a guy with the guy holding his head on his hand.He could saw a group of guys on an army suit behind the man with his head on his hand.He wasn't shocked at all.That morning,my dad's friend saw my dad sleep at an old house near the village. A young teenage girl had come home late from partying with some friends and had fallen into a deep sleep. She had slept for maybe 14 hours because at the time when she woke up, the alarm read 5:00 p.m. She had fallen into bed at 3:00 a.m that morning. She was asleep in her bed when suddenly she heard her bedroom door open. She looks out from under her covers and sees her mom, walking really strangely, kind of hunched over and rubbing her hands together come into her room. She was looking down at her hands, giggling eerily as she turned and closed the door. Needless to say she found this VERY strange, but being that it was her mom she still didn't think anything of it. The girl watched her mom walk towards her still hunched, still rubbing her hands, and still giggling strangely. It was at this point that her senses finally kicked into gear. She felt this terrifying fear go through my body. It was a feeling of pure evil and hatred, and it scared her beyond belief. Naturally her instincts were to cover her head with her blanket, which she did, only to uncover it a few seconds later to see if her mom was still there. Big mistake. Right in front of her, noses almost touching, was her mom with the most evil smile she had ever seen. She screamed at the top of my lungs for her to get out, and covered her head again. All of a sudden the feeling was gone. She uncovered her head and NOBODY was there. The door was still closed and in the amount of time that had passed there was NO WAY she would have been able to run out of my room and close the door. The girl thought it was just a dream, but not until her mother told her she experienced the same thing. Her mother had just gone to bed, and was laying in the dark saying her prayers. The girl's dad had been working the night shift, and the girl, of course, was out partying with friends. Suddenly she hears footsteps in the hallway walking quickly towards her room. She looked towards her doorway when suddenly a woman walked in. She was walking quickly, but hunched over. In her hands she had papers (like envelopes, and letters, mail type things). The woman never once looked at her, instead she walked

up to my fathers desk, put the papers down on top of it, and walked around to the other side of the bed. It was at this time that the mom snapped out of her shock, and began praying. When she opened her eyes again the woman was gone. The funny thing was that she was not afraid of the woman being there. What scared her the most was that the woman that walked into her room, was HER! His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well): They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who told of them. The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept bile. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you werent already aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start knocking on your door * Once for you skin, which shell use to patch her own decaying flesh. * Twice for your muscle, which shell gnash her teeth on between victims. * Thrice for your bones, which shell make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims. * Four times for your heart, which shell wear around her neck. * Five times for your teeth, which shell polish and keep in a box. * Six times for your eyes, which shell see the faces of your loved ones through. * Seven times for your soul, which shell eat whole - you can never pass while youre in her stomach. She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her. You can try to outrun her, but shes faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home while shes knocking on your door, she wont be so courteous when she catches up to you. Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, thats right, I forgot about that - it can only get you if you tell

someone else about it, or you saw it kill someone else. The man, after finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never seen again. Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. They were found in the morning, skinned and dismembered. Their bodies were covered in tiny, child-like handprints. His aunt was really drunk the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been murdered that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop mini cooperting me. He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend. Then a little girls voice spoke over the line: WITNESS. I hung up. Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. She has to knock 28 times on my front door, 28 times on the mirror in the hall, and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. Shes doing it slowly I think she wants to scare me some more, let me know that my death is just moments away. I will not run - I couldnt get to my car in time anyway. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago, she should be done any moment. Nice knowing you guys, its been funjklm,.WITNESS A doctor was in the elevator, floor by floor, people went out. There's only two of them left when suddenly the elevator went to the basement where the morgue is located. A little kid was approaching the elevator calling for the doctor saying he wants to get on. The doctor immediately closed the elevator door without letting the kid in. The person beside him asked why he did not let the little kid in. The doctor replied, "Did you see the red tag on that kid's wrist? It means that he's dead already." then, the person replied, "Doctor, you mean like this?" raised his arm and showed a red tag another one one of those scary stories they tell us so that we'll sleep early during retreats it was midnight at a retreat house. all the rooms composed of two students sharing it. a student is suddenly awoken by a strange noise, something like somebody giggling devilishly.

afraid to open her eyes, she called out her roommate, and there was no answer. She called her roommate again and this time, a wet chill just touched her back. She opened her eyes in horror only to see her roommate laughing at her. She glared at her and said " very funny " and went off to try and sleep again. after a few minutes the door creaked open and lights were turn on. She sat up still sleepy and murmured " what now? " her roommate said.. " oh sorry, it's too dark and i can't find my way from the bathroom " There is an old cemetery with a reputation for being haunted. According to a popular urban legend, a young local woman whose baby was kidnapped went mad with grief and killed herself on Halloween. It is said that if you go to the cemetery on Halloween night, you can hear the woman's ghost sobbing in the surrounding woods as she looks for her kidnapped baby, long after death. The legend continues that if you listen very carefully, you can hear the baby crying in return from under the earth, because the guilt-ridden kidnapper secretly buried the infant there. Well, a group of friends decided to test the urban legend. So one Halloween night, they went to the cemetery with a few beers and, sure enough, heard a woman sobbing just beyond the glow of their flashlights. Maybe if they were sober they would have investigated, but they were all a little buzzed and so they just freaked out and ran away. The following year, a different group of friends took a Ouija board to the cemetery to check out the urban legend. They all put their fingertips on the planchette and almost at once, it jerkily pointed out four letters: B A B Y. Everyone denied pushing the planchette, and so they were good and spooked when one of the girls suddenly screamed--she saw a figure coming toward them, weaving between the headstones! But it turned out to be just a regular high school guy in a red baseball cap and zombie makeup. He said that he and his friends had come to the cemetery last Halloween and wanted to make a return visit; he'd just run ahead. Eventually the group from the previous year caught up with him and met the new group. Even though their numbers had doubled, everyone was still pretty creeped out by the cemetery setting. They all agreed to drive to the nearby Wendy's and compare ghost stories. So each group went in their separate cars, and were pretty much the only people in the Wendy's that late at night. The girl from the new group did a quick headcount when the other group walked in and asked, "Where's your friend?" "Which friend? We're all here." Thinking they had left the poor guy behind, one of the girl's friends laughed and said, "Your zombie friend with the red hat. Did you forget him?" Everyone from the first group gave them strange looks, and one of them said slowly, "We thought that guy was with you."

I can tell, how youre staring there at this screen, finding some enjoyment. You need anything, just anything to keep you awake and entertained. Its late, youre dead tired, but you want to use up every moment. I know how it is. This happens to me, too. Are the sounds on your computer too loud? Dont want to wake your folks? Dont want to get complaints from neighbors, even? Whatever, not a problem. Lower the volume on your speakers. Now that doesnt really work for you. Instead grab some headphones. You walk through the dark with that slight paranoia, the old childhood fear of the dark. It never really goes away, but its all in your head, and you know that. You find your room, you dig through your drawers and your junk to feel for some wires. Ah! There they are. Time to head back to the computer. Drop them on your computer desk, and go grab a drink of water. Come back and sit down comfortably. Throw on your headphones. You hear a dark ambient sound in the background. A liquid dripping sound, even some metallic grinding there, too. Is it from outside? You take off the headphones, and suddenly, the sound goes away. You think for a moment, suspicious and even frightened. You slide the headphones back on. There it is again. Theres some high-pitched frequency you hear as well. You rip them back off, thinking this is just a joke. Its gone again. You slide them back on and turn the volume on your speakers all the way down, you even break off the switch trying to make the sound disappear. But it remains. But then suddenly you notice something. Something you feel stupid for not noticing before. Your headphones arent even plugged in. But wait. The wire, its dangling straight out, stretching into the darkness elsewhere. You try to pull it towards you, but nothing. You mustve gotten it stuck on something, you think. But when was I even over in that area? You walk blindly into the darkness, using the wire as a guide through. The wire is longer than you once remembered, much longer than how you remember. What the hell is this? you say in your head. The further you go, you finally feel something on the wire. Its a heavy, gooey, mucky liquid-solid matter. You pick up your hand and bring it close to your face to see what the substance is. Its dark, and it glistens off the glow of your computer screen, which is now a lot farther away from you than it should be. You glance at your computers set-up, and back at your hand. But in that quick glance at your computer set-up, you noticed something. You saw something there, standing there and staring at the dark and dull light radiating off of your computer monitor. Not only did you see something, but you heard something as well. A heavy, gooey, mucky dripping sound. You look back at your computer set-up, as the tall, man-like figure there glistens in the light. A few months ago a friend of mine, who is an up-and-coming nature photographer, decided to spend a day and night alone in the woods outside of our town. She wanted to get photos of the woods and wildlife as naturally as she could for her portfolio. She wasnt afraid of being alone, as she had camped by herself many times before. She set up a tent in the middle of a small clearing and spent the day

taking pictures. She filled up four rolls of film on that trip, but something was strange about them. What she saw in those pictures has stayed with her ever since, and she is still trying to recover from the trauma the have caused her. Almost every picture was accounted for, save for one picture in each roll of film. These pictures were of her, asleep in her tent in the middle of the night. A man passing by a small street saw a girl crying at a side, facing to the wall. Her black hair is braided in to beautiful pigtails. He felt strange that a small child would cry alone on the streets with no adults to comfort her, but then again, she was probably lost from her parents. So he went up and tapped the girl on the shoulder. "Why are you crying? Where are you parents? Did you get lost?" "I'm not lost, my parents are out of town and we just moved here. I was trying to make some friends in the neighborhood but no one would play with me." The man was curious. The girl isn't handicapped, is very nicely dressed, and spoke with a cute voice. There doesn't seem to be a reason for other kids to harass her. "But wouldn't they want to play with you?" "They said I'm ugly." "That's not true! These kids are just being rude to you!" The girl didn't answer but continued to sob facing the wall. The guy was upset by the reaction of her neighbor's friends and said, "Let's go find those kids. They should apologize for the mean things they did to you." He grabbed her hand and turned her around. To his surprise, all he sees is still two long braids facing him. "Do you think I'm ugly too?" If you go to Montpelier, North Dakota, you will find a small school. If you go into the school, and then proceed to the basement, you'll find yourself in a boiler room. Go into the boiler room, and you'll see blood spattered on the walls. On closer inspection, the blood forms a pattern... Words. Before you can read the blood, the lights turn off. You try to leave, but the door has slammed shut and is locked. It is said that fifty years ago, some punk kids locked the janitor in the boiler room while it was malfunctioning, exploded, and killed the janitor and the children. The spirit of

the janitor now haunts the school, and lures children into the boiler room where he murders them in an act of revenge In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed. She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane. She went to the police, who raided the address on the envelope, where they found heaps of human flesh for sale. And what was in the envelope? "This is the last one I am sending you today." Black Eyed Kids (sometimes called Black Eyed Children or BEK) are said to be children with eyes that are solid black, with no differentiation between sclera, pupil or iris. Those who report encounters with them often feel that the children were somehow supernatural and very dangerous. The first known sighting was recounted in a 1997 usenet posting by journalist Brian Bethel. In his initial post, Brian Bethel reported of a meeting with two unusually confident and eloquent children who attempted to talk him into giving them a ride in his car. Bethel said in his post that he nearly opened the door to admit the children, even though he found them vaguely unsettling, until he realized that their eyes were completely black, with no iris or sclera. He reports that, as soon as he realized this, the children became angry and insistent, and he drove away quickly. His posting implies that the children may have been using some form of low-level mind control to induce him to open the car door. Since Bethel's original post, there have been other reports of similar experiences in other parts of the country. These accounts are similar to Bethel's in that they generally involve the children's request that the person let them inside their car or house, frequently using an excuse such as "I need to get home to my mother" or something that implies the child is in need of assistance. Experiences involving the Black Eyed Children generally do not explain the cause of the children's eye color (not to be confused with Aniridia which is the lack of iris; Black Eyed Children have no sclera or white either) or the origins of the children themselves. Some imply they could be ghosts or demons, specifically vampires: the encounters frequently emphasize that the children must be voluntarily admitted or invited into the house or car in question, and in this way are reminiscent of some vampire legends. a 5 year old girl was riding the car with her dad, carrying her favourite teddy bear. She kept on shakig the car by moving her body side to side. Then her dad said, "Honey, stop doing that... it's making your father dizzy," "okay..." the girl said... but later, she did it again...

"Honey, I'm going to be mad," the dad said. "Okay, sorry, i won't do that again, I promise," the little girl said. A second later, the car started to shake... "Honey! I said to stop it!!" the dad got mad. and the little girl replied, "but i didn't do it, the lady with the white dress did it... It took place in an elementary school and all the students were in class. Because of the heavy rain, the power in the school got cut off. The PA system was on and the principal told everyone because of the power outage everyone was to go home. A teacher in the class that heard this told her students to pack up and they did except for one girl. The teacher went up to her and asked why she wasn't packing and the girl replied, "Teacher, if the power is out in the school, how is the PA system working?" She was all alone and in her house with her dog, and she has a running machine in her house so she was using it. In front of running machine there's this glass thing and you can see your reflection and stuff. So anyways it's been known that dogs, cats, animals in general can sense spirits or something (heard about this somewhere..) but either way her dog used to go outside every time someone opened the door and stuff but her dog wouldn't greet her when she came in. He sat very still - stiff almost in front of the door and didn't make a sound. My friend called her dog but he wouldn't respond so she started to run on her running machine again. Then she saw a girl or a person with really long hair behind her from the reflection of the glass in front of the running machine, and she started to freak out. So she turned on the tv and called her sister. Her sister answered her and my friend asked her to come home because she was scared but her sister said in a very low voice that she couldn't. So my friend ended up staying home alone until her sister came back from work. When her sister came, my friend was crying and was upset because her sister didn't come home early and when my friend asked her sister why she sounded strange on her phone, her sister said that she never got a call from her. My friend gets scared easily so she started freaking out telling her sister to stop lying, so her sister showed her her phone and it showed no calls left by my friend. But when my friend checked her phone, it was under her sister's name and there was proof that she called someone because the call time(?) thing said that the phone call lasted for 42 seconds. well...my grandmother can see ghost ever since she was a young girl and some of that has passed on to my mom and cousin...when my grandmother was younger and in china she used to wake up and then go farming every morning when she wakes up she see shadows on the wall, not of her but of a family, a woman, a man and a kid...they are always near her bed touching her hair and patting her....when she told her dad her dad asked if the woman in the shadow was plumpy with curly hair and if the man was tall and thin and if the boy was short....my grandmother was suprised that her father knew how the look and asked if he had seen them before...thats when she learned that her father isnt really her father...the shadows were actually her family....she's seen them for years but then after her father told her the story

she really wanted to touch the shadows and caress them, but oddly the shadows never appeared again...she also had other encounters after that.... when she went to her friend's house she felt really weird and didnt want to go in but her friend insisted...so she went in and she saw a few woman that was a ghost...my grandma says that ghost looks exactly like humans but have a certain chi (aura?!?) around them...anyways, she was an evil spirit and was crowding her friends baby..pinching his cheeks and he was crying but the mom had no idea...my grandma told them to move out asap, her friend didnt listen and a year later, the baby died. now whenever my grandmother goes to her friends house she sees the same woman holding her friends baby....its kinda sad. My cousin sees ghosts but she pretends she doesnt see them, she thinks its better that way..the first time we realized she could see ghosts was kind of scary, she was six and we were eating at the dinner table....my grandma always left an empty seat at the table she never told us why until that day...when we were eating all of a sudden my cousin talks to the chair, she was asking who are you?, and then telling the chair her name, her favorite color/toys and said that she was a good girl....my grandma's expression changed, she called out my cousin's name and was like juye (name) u can see great grandma? my cousin was like i see an old lady with blue eyes...my great grandmother had blue eyes...@.@ freaky...luckily..knock on wood i cant see them, i'd be scared mini cooperless This happened to me while I lived in Korea right before I moved to America. I don't know if you ever heard of Keeshins. That's Korean for, well, I guess for ghosts. They look like the Ring girl, all in white, long black hair and really pale faces. Oh yeah and usually they are women. Just thought I'd let you know. Well here is my experience. One night while I was studying in my room I felt very tired and couldn't continue studying. Thinking that some rest would help, I turned in for the night. My room had everything, a computer, TV, VCR (back in the day), everything, but back to the story. I was so tired that I thought I'd fall asleep the instant I crashed into bed. Oddly I became very restless. I experienced some type of vertigo and felt a little sick to my stomach. Thinking that I had caught the flu or a bad cold I turned off all the lights and the TV and tried to sleep. Lying there in the dark didn't help my sleep at all. I started feeling cold and scared for some reason. Then, from a distance, I heard a girl crying. I was chilled to the bone. I didn't want to move and my eyes were wide open. The crying continued for about 3-5 minutes. Too scared to move or say anything, I just listened to the crying when suddenly the crying halted with a shrieking scream. Now the only way I could explain the scream is kind of weird. It was loud enough for me to hear it but it seemed like anyone else could. What happened next is the chilling part. I have to explain the setup of my room a little bit. The TV and VCR stand was at the end of my bed with some space in between for walking. As I laid there frozen by fear I could only look straight forward with my eyes wide open. I was afraid to blink.

All I could see was the 12:00 on my VCR blinking because I never set the time for it. Then, all of a sudden, a few seconds after I heard the scream, the 12:00 that I was looking at disappeared for what felt like hours but was probably about 5 minutes or so. The only thing that registered in my mind was either the VCR was broken or someone/something was standing in front of it. I couldn't see anything because it was pitch black in my room but the 12:00 had disappeared. So scared I shut my eyes and started praying. When I opened my eyes there was the 12:00 blinking like normal. I had stayed up all night, too scared to sleep. When the sun came up I found no evidence of anything being in my room or malfunctions of the VCR connections. After only living in that first floor apartment for about a month my family decided to move to America. We were having a lot of money problems and wanted to come to the land of opportunity to see where it could take us. Not until we had moved out did my mom tell me that she hated that apartment and got bad feelings from it. I then proceeded to tell my mom what happened that night. She didn't act too shocked from it and proceeded to tell me that the only reason they got that apartment was because of the price. My parents knew that we were moving to America months prior and just needed a cheap place to stay for about a month. The apartment was dirt cheap cause a girl that had lived in an apartment way directly above us had committed suicide from the stress of getting into college. She had landed right by my bedroom window. I am now 29 years of age. I still cannot sleep with out some type of light on. Usually the light source being my tv or computer. I know, it's silly that a grown man needs some type of night light but the experience has never left me the same. I came to South Korea to be with my husband whom is in the Army. I have been here for 5 months. I have been living in my apartment for over four months. About two and a half months ago I started getting the icy felling like I was being watched. This went on with no happenings until last night. My husband is training in the field. I am all alone in the house, just like any other night I got changed, went into bed and called my husband. I got to sleep around 12:30am. I slept for about two hours when I started having a dream that I have had before. But instead of what normally happened in the dream, an unknown force was on my back with two handfulls of my hair, holding me down. I woke up to find that my head where, in my dream, this force had my hair. I blew it off thinking it was my imagination. I fell back asleep a short time later. The dream resumed where it had left off. This happened one more time before I decided to just stay awake. It was about 5:00 in the morning, I am not exactly sure. I heard a Korean man's voice talking, it was very deep, I could not make out any words that I know. It sounded as if he were hissing the words. By this time I was already terrified. I heard knocking, and my chairs being scooted around. This went on for about an hour. Then it started scratchng my walls. It started soft and short at first, I ignored it until it got harder and louder increasing a lot everytime. Finally I could not take it any more it felt like my heart was going to burst, it was beating so hard.

I got up and turned on all the lights in the house. It stopped. I got dressed and looked around to find all my chairs moved, little things moved, and then I saw the scratch marks on the wall. I was about 6:30 in the morning when I left. I am looking for another apartment. There is no way that I am going to stay there and let it keep getting worse and more violent. You wake up today, going through your daily routines without a second thought. At one point, you decided to spend your time coming here, to read along with some arbitrary journal written by some escribitionist some of you may be familiar with but none of you really, truly know. Have you realized what day it is? The concept you believe to be real, what you might call time, exists in a circuit, with mornings and nights, days and weeks, months and years repeating themselves, stuck on loop within an infinite cycle. The reason for this is that time is nothing more than a border, serving to shield their decrepit, malformed dimension from ours. The good are those who have built this wall. The bad are those who are being kept out. Once every so often during this continuum, there is a scheduled lapse; a small space existent within this ring of time, an anomaly which would not exist if time were, in fact, a straight line. Those who idle upon the other side are your Doppelgangers, your alternate selves, wearing your clothes, working your jobs, speaking your words, yet they suffer more than you do. They are the epitome of the wrongs you have committed, the proof of your corruption, the spiritual manifestation of your immorality. Lest you turn into demons yourselves, time itself allows your karmic state to affect their spirits instead of your own, forcing them to watch you from behind a one-way mirror to assume the blame for all you as humans have done wrong. The eleventh day of the eleventh month is when this mirror becomes a window, and they are given a chance to trade places. There are various recorded accounts on what encountering a Dmon is like. Some say a Dmons skin is stretched taut against the alien skeleton reliefed through its blackened flesh, the latter rotting in ragged patches and open wounds carrying the metallic stink of diseased blood and aging corpses. Others claim if you dare to look directly into their eyes, you fall victim to their mercy within the split-second their soulless gaze meets your own, making you bear witness to every inhumanity ever committed by humankind, every pain they themselves have ever had to endure in your place. For most Dmons, this retribution is enough. Your screams are its blatant satisfaction, your terror is its ultimate joy. It is a sport for them, you see; they erase your memory of the encounter and anticipate repeating the experience next time around, wishing for you to perform evil, waiting for you to sin, corrupting them further and making their next retaliation that much more sweeter. For other Dmons, though, they decide they want more. They say the Dmon grins once he has you completely. Once your spirit is within its grasp, the spiritual exchange is complete; it bears its misshapen teeth with its lopsided smile, whereas it becomes the original and you are forced to become its shadow. It will begin clawing through your sanity as the days pass, ripping away the final vestiges of your reality until you assume the position of the spirit behind the

wall. The only way for a human to redeem themselves is for them to become the Dmon and patiently endure twelve months of their normal spiritual insanity, waiting for their chance to reclaim the original body waiting for them beyond the borders of time. To escape such fate, some of those who have recounted the tale ended their lives shortly after theyd done so. Most have passed from insomnia, as they say staying awake is the only way to escape the recurring, unearthly nightmares plaguing their dreams and making their breaths fall short. Some have died violently in a painless, illusioned haze, found during attempts to carve their still-beating heart from their chest before their Dmon could stake claim to it. A few have been found with knives sticking out from either side of their head; the blades would be jammed into their ears from tip to handle, the selfinflicted stabbing reported efforts to make the screaming go away. Whatever the method of death, when the victims mutilated carcasses are recovered from the scene, there is one thing they always share in common. Theyre found with a smile on their faces. The recorded accountsjournal entries, Psychologists notes, video diariesare located and burned almost immediately after the incidents occur, as superstitious individuals fear the curse will carry on to whosoever is unfortunate enough to read the story next, tagging them as a vulnerable target for the next Dmonic anomaly. How much pain have you experienced in your life, human? Find out which side of time you reside. Look into a mirror and pray your refection isnt smiling at you. If you ever are in an area of absolute quiet, still your breathing and move not a muscle. After a few seconds, you will notice that the silence has a sort of sound of its own, a kind of empty ringing tone. This is nothing unique; everyone will hear this, given the proper setting. An informed person will tell you that your brain is trying to interpret the lack of stimuli to your hearing and so creates a bit of a filler sound. This ringing sound actually serves a more arcane purpose, covering up a noise we are not meant to hear. This noise is not impossible to hear, and if you are persistent you can effectively break the cover-up sound. The next time you are silent and hear the ringing, shout at the top of your lungs for about half a minute, then be abruptly silent. It will be different for everyone. Some will hear nothing different for dozens of tries. Others might pick up soft murmuring. A special few auditory heroes might clearly make it out on the first attempt. What you will hear is a voice that relays an account of events about to happen in the immediate future. Its like a sportscaster relaying the events occurring 10 seconds into the future. As time goes on, you will be able to make out this voice under increasingly noisy circumstances, to the point that it can be heard at any time by just concentrating. Such ability would doubtlessly be invaluable, no? You will be able react to any immediate danger, relate to people around you with greater ease. No one would ever surprise you. Now, of course you are wondering what sort of horrible

catch this ability entails. Perhaps the tone of the voice is so horrible that it will drive you mad, or maybe the voice will only predict your death over and over again. Of course this isnt the case, though, its a normal voice, your ears receive it no matter what, and its simply a matter of noticing. But there is a danger. For you see, where there is a voice, there is a body. And just like you will notice new sounds, so shall you notice new sights. More importantly, you will be noticed. Late one night, you are driving home after working late hours. However to get home you have to drive through a big old tunnel that connected one part of town to another. The tunnel is old and so no one had been bothered to install too many lights along it. So anyway, you're really looking forward to getting home and soon reach the tunnel. You instinctively reach out to turn on the CD player because although you drive through the old tunnel everyday, it still bothers you. Of course it's unsubstantiated but there's something eerie about it that you can't seem to put your finger on. The window is rolled down but a cold gust of wind makes you think twice. You roll it back up quite urgently. Halfway through and the lights flicker off but you continue to drive towards the light at the end of the tunnel. Heck, the lights were dodgey anyway, you think desperately to yourself, and if someone was driving from the other direction you would see their headlights and vice versa. 'Its fine, its fine,' you're chanting to yourself. When suddenly your engine splutters out, leaving you stranded in the middle of a dark tunnel. You try to revv up but nothing happens. All of a sudden you hear a noise like a gently patting sound. It gets louder and now it sounds like someone is tapping your car. Louder and louder the sound is all around your car BAM BAM BAM! but you're too scared to move. Then without warning the lights flicker back on and to your horror you see that on your window and windscreen are covered with handprints. You're quite freaked out by this poiint but still manage to quickly drive out of the tunnel. You're back in the city and the lights make it hard to see the handmarks but you just cant help noticing them. You decide to stop of at a carwash to get it soaped off.

You're sitting in the car nervously and a carwash boy comes with his bucket and sponge. You see his scrubbing at your car and will him to clean a little bit faster. Then the boy boy walks up and knocks on your window and you roll it down to see what he has to say. "what?" you ask him sharply. "I can't clean the handprints on the window." he replies. "Why?" "Because they're from the inside." There was a girl who was jealous of the other girl who was in the top of the class. She, as a perfectionist, hated being the second best in her school. One day, the two were the only ones left in the school building to do some classroom cleaning duty. The girl took the opportunity to take revenge on the valedictorian and so asked her kindly to clean the chalkboard erasers. So the valedictorian opened up the window and was clapping the two chalkboard erasers to remove the chalk dust. The girl then walked up to her from behind and pushed her off the school building. She then fell from the second-story building head first, breaking her neck. The salutatorian now became the valedictorian in her class, and she studied much more than before to maintain her status. One night, she was home alone studying in her room when she suddenly heard a small thud from the first floor. She thought that it was her parents coming into the house, so she ignored it. After a few seconds, she heard another thud, and another, as if there was something that was jumping and wandering in the house. This strange sound started to make her nervous. Her house was traditional-styled, so the house had sliding doors instead of the modern ones. She could hear the sliding of the door and then closing. In between every slide, she could faintly hear a girl's voice that murmured, "there is no one here." The sound of thuds, sliding of the door, and murmur of voice continued until it seemed that all the doors from downstairs had opened and closed. The last remaining door was where the girl was, the only room on the second floor. From what she could hear, the thing was now approaching upstairs. Instead of hearing footsteps, she still heard the sound of thud increasing as it got closer to her door. Out of fear, the girl quickly hid underneath her desk and tightly closed her eyes. The door slided open and after a moment of silence, the figure spoke in a soft low tone, as if speaking to herself, "I guess there is no one here as well," and slided the door shut. Just as the girl opened her eyes and breathed a sigh of relief, the figure bursted through the door and in a flash appeared in front of her. The ghost looked up at the girl wide-eyed and grinning; her face was upside-down, just as how she fell off the school building. It all started with a tanker accident. It was all over the news. Everyone thought it was just another oil spill. There were plenty of volunteers. Plenty of people wanting to help the poor defenseless animals. Plenty of victims. Within hours of the tanker accident, it started happening. The animals had gone crazy,

they were scratching and biting the clean up volunteers. They said that it was an adverse effect to whatever was in that tanker. Rescue workers were still trying to get the crew out of the ship. They could hear screaming inside. Screams to open the doors. But thats when it all went to hell. As soon as they cut the door out. There was 6 minutes of broadcast before it went silent. 6 minutes of screaming and agony. The ship crew attacked the rescue workers like rabid baboons. Breaking bones and tearing flesh. The people on the shore werent fairing any better. Those that had been attacked by animals were attacking everyone else. It was worse than any war zone report, it was sheer brutality, and yet the broadcast still went on for 6 minutes. 6 minutes and then blank faces. Nobody could explain what was happening. They tried to continue with regular news, the economy, the weather, a cute human interest story, but they couldnt make us unsee what we saw. I tried to continue with my regular existence but every time I switched on the news or walked by a news stand it was there. This big mystery. They had some explanations, some kind of infection, brain parasites, but it didnt matter. It wasnt an infection we were afraid of, it was them. 4 days after the initial report, a state of emergency was raised. And yet wed all seen this before. Every zombie movie ever. People didnt know who to trust. People were stockpiling food and weapons. Some tried to flee but it seems every zombie movie was right. They didnt make it. 3 days later they arrived in my town. I expected moans, shuffling corpses, dismemberment, but thats where the movies lied. They ran through the streets, screaming. I remember running to my front door as fast as I could, locking, barricading, doing anything to make sure it would stay shut, and then I headed for the window. I was on the second story and I could see the carnage. They were unstoppable. They were aware. A group of them made there way through a building across the street. They jumped straight through plate glass windows. Even the shards slicing through them made no difference, they just kept coming. My barricade wasnt going to hold. I rushed around my flat, grabbing supplies and jamming them into the most secure room of the flat. I went back for one last look across the street, and I wish I hadnt. In a second story window, my face met one of theirs. They knew where I was. I quickly dashed into the room and locked the door. I dont have any kind of panic room, or a secure basement, so the safest place I could think of was my bathroom. No windows, one door with a lock. I had filled my sink and bathtub full of water, So I could

stay for a while. So I sat there in the dark room, with the distant screams in my ears. I began to feel like I may have over-reacted, it had been 2 hours and no sign of them. It actually got quieter and I thought they had moved on. Maybe I could leave the room, get to the kitchen. Grab more food to wait it out. A crash came from the front door. The sound of someone running full force into the door and knocking down the barrier behind it. There was a couple more crashes before I knew they were inside. Rapid footsteps moving around the flat, a couple screams and then a bang on the wall beside me. My eyes were open to their widest, even in the pitch black darkness of the room. Another bang, and another. They knew I was there and they knew I was scared. This was the zombie nightmare I had been expecting from the start. I had nowhere to run. There was only so much time before they would break in. I sat with my back to the door, hoping my extra weight would make it harder for them to get in. And then it got worse. why dont you open the door? A voice on the opposite side of the door. No screams or moans, just a quiet, whispery voice. And then more of them. weve come for you. youll be happier if you open the door its not so bad The whispery voices, became a cacophony of noise trying to persuade me, to break me, to fool me. I had heard that the moaning of zombies would drive people insane but this was worse, a siren call. I sat in the darkness and hoped and prayed that theyd get bored. But they dont get bored and they dont leave. I managed to use the mirror to peak under the door, only to be greeted by horrible unblinking eyes, blood smeared faces, screams and more horrible whispers. That was two days ago I dont know what to do anymore maybe it wont be so bad Arthur You volunteer at the mental health clinic. Given the dangerous nature of the residents, they assigned you the rooms of the less violent patients. The suicidal. Those who hear voices. Those that dont say anything at all. You become close to a mute man named Arthur. He is a rapt listener, willing to nod his head for hours as you tell him the story of your life. You mention your past, your present. The people involved in both.

Your hopes for the future. And Arthur just nods. After several months of listening, you figure that you owe it to Arthur to get him out of the clinic. He cant be happy sitting in a room by himself nodding at interns everyday. You talk to the supervisor of the clinic. You argue that he isnt harming anyone. That he grooms and feeds himself with no problems. That perhaps his condition is a physical aliment. The day comes when your arguing pays off. The supervisor has agreed to let Arthur go. You rush to his room to tell him the news. Youre free! You shout. Isnt that great? And Arthur just nods. You write your name and address on a piece of paper. Hand it to him. Im going to miss having someone to talk to. You say. But now you can write me. I can learn all about you. Like why they were so insistent in having you in here, pal. I had to fight Dr. Thanner everyday to get you out. He looks at you and takes the paper. Just nods. You go home, feeling good about yourself. You brag to everyone you can tell, friends, family, classmates, co-workers, about how you came through for Arthur. You even fall asleep with a smile. That night, your eyes snap open. Screams, unearthly screams wake you up. Then you see them. Your mother. Your father. Your friends. Your classmates. Your co-workers. Lying on your floor, their blood soaking into your carpet. Your walls stained with carnage. Their heads bashed in, their eyes missing from their sockets. Everyone you know dead or dying. You whimper and see a man standing in the doorway. Its Arthur, holding the piece of paper you gave him. Your entire body shaking, you choke out. Are you here to kill me? And Arthur just nods.

omewhere in West Philadelphia, you will find an old basketball court with a single ball lying in the middle. Pick it up and start shooting hoops. After a while, a small group of hooligans will approach you and challenge you to a fight, which you must accept. After the fight, you must go home and relay the events to your mother. She will then inform you that you have an aunt and uncle living in one of the districts of Los Angeles, and out of fear, she will send you to live there for an indefinite period of time. With your bags packed, go to the street corner, and whistle for a cab. The cab that will pull up will bear the word FRESH on the license plate, and upon closer inspection, novelty fuzzy dice will hang in the mirror. Although you will suddenly realize that cabs like these are extremely hard to find, do not bear any thought to it. At this point you MUST point out in front of the car and say Yo homes to Bel Air. You will stop in front of a mansion, and it will be sometime between 7 and 8 oclock, even though it will feel like youve been traveling mere seconds. Get your luggage out and say Yo homes, smell ya later!, but do NOT turn back to face the cabby. Walk up to the door, look over your shoulder once, and then knock on the door three times. If you follow these instructions, your life will get flip-turned upside-down. My dad was working as a janitor at a Hmong New Year. After everyone left the place, my dad was still working and this girl wearing a white dress came to him and asked if my dad could take her home because her family left her. He agreed. So, the whole time they were in the car, the girl would face her door window. She wouldn't face straight or anything but only her window. My dad just thought that maybe she was shy or something. When they got to the place where she wanted him to drop her off, as soon as my dad opened his door and looked back, the girl was gone. So he went to go ask the people living in that neighborhood if they knew that girl. They all said they didn't. My dad still get goosebumps every time he tells the story to us. It happened in a university in America. There was this girl who shared a room with another girl. Her room mate had a boyfriend. The room mate and her boyfriend would make out and yeah have sex even when that girl is present.

So there was one night when the girl returned real late after studying, she was about to turn the lights on when she heard muffled voice. She thought that her room mate was doing that thing again. Wanting to give them their privacy, she just plugged her earphones and went to sleep.

The next day, that girl woke up and she started screaming. Apparently, her room mate had her throat slit and on the wall had crimson words... saying.......

"Aren't you glad you didn't turn on the lights?"

(Friend A) 1.She was sleeping at night with her door open. her bed is sidways so when she looks out the door, she could see the whole hallway. She woke up one night and looked out the door and saw a little girl in a white oversize nightgown holding onto her parents doorknob. She got scared so she just went back to sleep. 2.Another time was when she came back into her house because she forgot something. Everyone was out besides her mom. So she walked past her parent's bedroom and saw someone bending over like they were picking something up. She went in the bathroom and saw her mom there. Then she said, "I thought you were in the bedroom." Then her mother answered, "No, i've been here for about half and hour already." 3.One time, she went to her friend's house for a slumber party. Her friend had a big house so they didn't have most of the keys to all of the room. They slept in her friend's room which was at the end of the hallway. She woke up and was going to the bathroom. The bathroom was at the other end of the hallway and there was only one room in between he friend's room and the bathroom. So after she used the bathroom, when she walked past that room, the door was opened and she saw a woman in there talking in a different language. She thought that i was just a person living there so she just said, "Oh, goodnight." and went back to sleep. The next day she told her friend about it and her friend said, "We don't have the keys to that room, it's been locked ever since we've moved here." The family got scared and moved away. (Friend B!) 4. This takes place in the house that my friend is still living in now. They would sleep in the master bedroom: only her mom, her and her younger sister. She slept on her own bed at the end while the younger slept on the same bed as their mom. One night, she put one of her leg up on the bed and her sister and her mom was sleeping on, their bed was next to each other. She woke up with cold sweat and felt her bed shaking heavily. She looked down at the edge of her bed and saw a girl, with long black hair and white gown. The girl was on her bed, on as if her feet was on the bed. She was crouching down shaking the bed really hard. She then heard her

sister saying, "(Friend B!), stop shaking the bed." She got scared and put her foot back under her blanket and fell asleep.

But today my friends came over to do a project & my friend said that once, she was really sick so she went to bed. When she woke up, she couldn't move or speak or anything. She heard the door open and then she saw a really creepy looking lady on top of her laughing like a maniac, and then putting her hands around my friends neck, kind of in a strangling position. And she said that it's known as the "Old Hag" or something. I googled it, it's known as sleeping paralysis? Basically you wake up and your muscles are all tensed up, while there's a presence of evil in your room. I don't know but I'm completely freaked out by the story. They say 1 in 5 will have this happen to them o.o" This also happened to my friend more than once >< & that a man actually died from it.

oh my, oh my... my friend's sister had the same thing. She was sleeping and her two sisters already left to the store. She had a dream, which felt really real, the she was her bed. Her door opened and there was a boy. She couldn't really see anything because he was really black, like pitch black. all she could see was his red eyes. She said that he had black wings too. He started crawling towards her bed and she started scooting up she started screaming but nothing would come out. Then she woke up screaming. Her brother was still home. We asked him, later, why he didn't check up on her and he said that he thought she was just saw something or was just doing something stupid. ~ he's so retarded... But yeah, she went and drank some sake later that evening. We came and slept over at her house to comfort her, but she didn't sleep that whole night.
so in fact, whether or not you have that sixth sense, there's this really easy way that you can tell. so the way you do it, is you have to have an empty mind, like right before going to sleep, when you're like that, imagine the house you were born and brought up in. think of the house, open the door, go inside, and open all the windows in all the rooms. after you're done close them again. after you've closed them and till you're locking the door again, if you see anything living, human, animal, whatever,

if something living passed by you, you have the sixth sense. one day when a group of guys were partying with some girls, they told this story to the girls to scare them. and three months later, it happened that one of the guys met one of those girls. so they met, and started talking but the girl seems to a bit depressed. he asks, "what's wrong?" she says " i tried the test we talked about before, and I experienced something." apparently after the party the girl went home and before she went to sleep, she tried the test. she imagined her parents' house where she grew up, opened the door. and then apparently the hallway was pretty long in that house. and as she was walking down the hall, suddenly by her feet, she sees a man whom she's never seen before, but somehow seems nostalgic. he grabs onto her feet and he says "ootte...ootte.." and there she comes back to reality, and she's like, "what was that?" then she gets a phone call from her mom. her mom says that a distant related uncle of hers just died. this uncle though, she hardly even knew his face at all. when she was small, he looked after her for a bit, and when she used to learn ballet, that uncle would provide for her materials like the shoes and costumes and stuff like that. and so she felt something strange with this uncle who passed away. so she went to the funeral with her mom, and was surprised when she saw the picture. it was the man who was saying "ootte" so she thought that maybe he just wanted to say goodbye to her before he died. and she thought that maybe instead of "ootte" he was saying "odotte"[dance in japanese] because though he was the one who provided her with the ballet stuff he never really got to see her dance. so that's probably why he came to leave a message. so that night when she came home and was about to go to sleep, suddenly her body freezes up and she couldn't move, and her field of view changes and she sees her parents' house again. although she doesn't try, the view just takes her inside the house. and as she goes to the hallway, the uncle grabs her feet again, and keeps on saying, "ootte..ootte." but this time she was calm coz she knew what he was trying to tell her. so she thought that maybe if she responded right then the uncle's soul would go to heaven peacefully. so she says, "uncle, i'm sorry. you've been asking me to dance, but i can't dance for uncle anymore. so please watch me from above from now on." but this uncle won't listen to her. he keeps saying, "ootte...ootte"

so she listened very carefully. he's not saying "odotte." he's saying "kawatte."[change places with me] not "odotte," he's saying "kawatte...kawatte...you die instead of me." and then the girl fainted. "Bob" and "John" were best friends. they grew up together since they were very young. One day in school, they got this project to do over the weekend, and Bob decided that he would sleep over John's house to do this project. It was around 11 O'Clock at night by the time they were finished, and they went straight to bed; they were tired. While they were sleeping, Bob said "I'm hungry.. let's go eat." At first, John ignored it, being ignorant, but as Bob kept on annoying him, he finally agreed to go outside and buy something to eat. When they got out of their house, Bob started to run as fast as he could to the store, and John followed, being competitive. As they got near the store, Bob told John in a shaky voice, "John, the only reason why i said i was hungry was because there was a ghost covered in blood under the bed with a knife, staring at the side of your face.. "Bob" had recently transferred to a city, (Seoul) from a country-like place (Si Gol). He was always made fun of in school because of his accent, but he ignored it. Until one day, his classmates took Bob's shoes and put them in the girl's bathroom toilet. He had to go in the bathroom and get it, but while he was getting out of the bathroom, the teacher caught him, and the teacher hit him severely. This really angered Bob, and he was thinking about a lot of things, including death. When he got home, he went on the computer and started playing games, but soon to find it boring. He was surfing through the internet, and found this website about death god (). Out of curiosity, he clicked it. The page was all black, and in the middle was a number, 444-4444, written in blood looking color and font, and under it said, "Call if you have any struggles." Bob found this stupid and shut down the computer. He went to bed, but he couldn't go to sleep for some reason. So he decided to go back on that website and call the number up. ring-ring-ring-ring Phone: "What is it that is making you suffer?" Bob: "Well, at school, i kind of dislike the kids and the teacher.." Phone: "Are they making fun of you and treating you bad? Bob: "How did you know?? that's exactly what they're doing to me" Phone: "Wow.. you must hate them.. everyone.." Bob: "Yes!! i hate them.. everyone!! i want everyone in my class to die, even the teacher!!" Phone: "You want everyone in your class to die..? is that your wish?" Bob: "Yeah!" Phone: "Your wish will be granted" toot-toot-toot-toot

Bob: "Wow.. what the heck.. that was it..? i should have just went to sleep..

"

The next day, Bob went to school to see that no one was in his class, and even the teacher wasn't there. He went back home, and watched TV. There was a breaking news, saying, "there was a horrible event that happened between last night and today morning. A whole class in 0000 school, was mysteriously killed, except for just one person. This is an urgent report. Please stay at your homes, and lock the doors!" Immediately following the news, there was a phone call. ring-ring-ring-ring Bob: "Hello?" Phone: "Are you happy that your wish has been granted..?" Bob: "Yes.. but i didn't mean for them to really die.. you didn't have to really grant the wish, you know.." Phone: "Oh.. don't worry, hehe, i haven't granted the whole wish yet... hehe..." Bob: "What do you mean? everyone in the class is dead!" Phone: "hehe... You said everyone in the class, right? hehe... don't worry.. hehe.. i'm coming right now.." Bob: "Hello? Hello!! Wait--" toot-toot-toot-toot John, Kevin, Eric and Mike were on a camping trip in the woods. They got to the woods around evening, so by the time they were half-way to their designated spot, it was already pitch dark. "It's too dark, guys... want to just set up camp here?" complained Eric. The boys argued for a few minutes over whether or not they should give up trying to find their designated spot in the darkness, when suddenly Mike squinted into the darkness. "Hey look! It's a cabin, I didn't notice that before." said Mike, and they slowly made their way through the brush towards the cabin. It was a fairly cozy space, and would have easily fit all four boys inside. "This is pretty cool, let's set here!" Eric exclaimed excitedly. So the boys all dragged their luggage into the log cabin, shut the door, and threw out their sleeping bags. After they finished setting everything up, the boys started talking about girls. But soon they got bored of that, so they decided to play the Corner Game. Each person would stand in a corner, and the last person would stand in the middle and then run and tag someone, and the person tagged would run to the next corner and tag the person there, and that person would run to the next corner and tag the person there, and so on and so forth. They decided that the game would also help them

warm up the cabin, since it was getting quite cold. They played that game for about three minutes, when Mike suddenly stopped and stretched. "Whew! That's enough running for me, I'm tired. I'm gonna sleep now." he sighed, walking towards his sleeping bag. "Are you kidding me, Mike? You're not even sweating yet," John scoffed, shining the flashlight at his face. The other three boys still wanted to keep playing the Corner Game, but Eric insisted that they all go to sleep quickly. He also made a strange request of leaving the flashlights on. "But won't that kill the batteries?" Kevin questioned. "Whatever, we're going home tomorrow anyway." Eric shrugged. So finally the boys went to sleep, with all of their flashlights on. The next morning, after they packed and were a far distance away from the cabin, Eric suddenly stopped and took a deep breath. "What's up Eric? Everything alright?" John asked, looking into his face. Then he noticed that Eric seemed extremely pale. Eric took a second deep breath and asked, "Guy, remember how we played the Corner Game last night?" "Yeah?" the boys all replied. "Okay, well... that game requires five people to play." Eric said. All four boys felt chills creep up their spine as they counted each other. "We have four people... so who was the fifth?" OMG. The sleep paralysis thing happened to me before too. I was sleeping and all of a sudden I just woke up. I look around my room and there's one spot in my room where it's pitch black. Of course, I start to get scared so I close my eyes and open them again to make sure I'm not dreaming. However, when I open my eyes again I can't even move at all. I try to scream, I try to move my fingers, but I'm pinned to my bed. This black figure moves from its spot in the corner of the room and sits on my chest and wraps his fingers around my neck. His eyes are red. He starts to laugh.

I am nearly crying. I chant in my head "please go away, please go away, please go away" I shut my eyes for what seems to be eternity. Finally, when I open my eyes again, the figure is gone. I immediately turn on the lights. this one was told to me by my sister: there was this woman who got flowers deliver to her at work one day. she was a bit shocked because she didn't know who would be sending her flowers. but still, she felt grateful that someone would give her flowers thinking that perhaps someone secretly liked her. the card on the flower asked her tto leave work with the flowers in her hand. so that's what she did. even though she left work late, she didn't forget the flowers. as she walked out, a man came up to her, smiled and said..'now i know how you look like'. another one that had been told to me by my grandma: there was a guy who stopped by the gas station. there, a woman asked for a ride home. he, being a nice guy and knowing that her home was going the same he was, agreed to drive her to her destination. when he was driving, he asked her where she lived. she didn't answer but kept pointing the way to her home. when they finally got there, he waited for her to leave but she didn't. he told her but she wouldn't leave as well. so the man decided to go up to the house. he rang the bell and an old couple opened the door. "i brought your daughter home but she's not coming out" the man said. the old man looked at him and said, 'daughter?" "yeah, she's in my car." the old woman answered, "we once had a daughter but she was killed in a car accident at the gas station near here". Dude the sleep paralysis thing is hella scary...I never experienced one myself but there was one time when I was little I was sick with the flu. My fever was pretty high (probabley around 105? ) Anywayz I was sleeping in my bed with the high fever ( my mom came in an hour before to give me medicine) and I awoke because someone kept tugging at my blankets. When i oke up I sa the faces of demons and ghosts surrounding my bed.. The demons were mouthing and spitting out cursed prfanities and the ghosts were clawing at the edge of my blankets! I jumped right out of bed and ran for my life to my parent's room! Maybe it was because of the high fever that maybe I saw scary illusions but that was scary stuff. And it kept on being that way whenever I would get sick. After that incident I got sick again with the flu

(not back to back about a year apart lol) and my mom told me that when she came into my room to wake me up to eat medicine, she said I scared her cuz when she came in I was awake, sitting up and talking to nobody! My mom screamed and her screaming snapped me out of a paralysis state. I started crying cuz I had know idea why she screamed. And to this day I have no recollection of what happened! 1. I was around 6-9 years old and I was with my two cousins. ok first of all, lemme explain the house structure. Our house is like a big villa-ish thing (??) and there's a gate, and boundary walls on the other three sides. There is a lawn next to the house so only half the boundary wall is next to the house. Now there will obviously be some space between the house and the wall right? So me and my cousins set off to hunt for rats (whaddaya know?) in the little path and we couldn't find any so we went back. Just as we were about to get out from the path between the wall and the house, my cousins stopped in front of the window of my room (yes, mine ahh) and they just stared like O____O I'm just thinking "ookayy..." so I go beside them and look inside the room and I just froze in place. My heart was telling me to run but my feet didn't comply. The room was really dark, pitch black and when you look inside, you see a large mirror that is opposite to the window. There is a bed near the window so you could see all of it in the mirror. There, in the mirror, next to the bed, was a figure. It looked like a shadow almost, but its...'body' looked too solid and real to be one. And most importantly, there was nothing standing next to the bed, it was just in the mirror. It seemed to be wearing a long coat that stopped at its feet, and from there it just seemed to be floating in the air. When the three of us finally ran inside, we all described the figure the exact same way. Scared the SH!T out of me. I still get chills when I think about it. 2. This one is more recent. My three cousins were sleeping in one of the rooms (in the same house, which btw, we KNOW is haunted after several incidents, only know these two in details). That room was always said to be haunted because it gave off a weird aura. Maybe it's 'cuz the room is all blue/dark blue But anyways, so they were sleeping on the floor and one of my cousins was listening to music. Ok, so I've already mentioned I'm Muslim and we have these certain timings to pray everday five times. So during each time, we aren't supposed to listen to songs. But the early morning prayer (which is at around...4 AM?) we specifically are NOT supposed to listen to songs. So anyways, she was listening to them and playing solitaire on her iPod, and from the corner of her eye, she saw something white just floating around in the air. She didn't pay much attention to it. But then she turned a bit and she saw it. It was white figure and it seemed to be emanating light and had no...face, or it was probably blocked off from the light. She tore off her headphones and shut her eyes and started praying, over and over again. She went to sleep after that since she saw no more of the figure. The creepiest part, however, is that when the next morning, she went to my aunt to tell her about this, my aunt said it all, every little detail, before my cousin could even utter a word. She claimed she saw it in a dream.

2. 1. There was a little boy who had a barbie and started torturing it. He would twist off its head, break off its arms and pull its hair. One day he could no sleep in his room so he went to his parents' room and asked if he could sleep with his mom. So that night he slept with his mom while his dad slept in his room. The next morning they went to get his dad up but found that the door was locked. They looked down and saw blood seeping through the crack under the door. They banged open the door and found his father's head severed from the body, hair pulled out and arms amputated. Just like the barbie. Then in red blood, they say "Revenge is sweet" and the barbie was nowhere to be found.

2. A teacher was staying at her sister's house one night and she was there all alone. Then suddenly, in the middle of the night she heard the phone dialing. There was no one else in the house, only her. So being the paranoid person she was, she started suspecting that there was someone else in the house. She walks around the house (downstairs) and has confirmed that there was no one else downstairs. She then decided to look around upstairs. But as she got to the last step, she suddenly stopped. Being paranoid, she thinks that if there was a killer, this is usually the place where the victim would get killed. So she slowly walks back down. All this while, the phone is still dialing. She decides to call the police. She tells the police officer her situation and the police officer told her to calm down and stay on the line to make sure nothing happens. While she is freaking out about the situation, the police officer talks to her colleagues about her spring break. Then the officer suddenly notices that the phone was dialing and said "Please stop dialing the phone". She replied "I'M NOT DOING IT!!! I'M TELLING YOU THERE'S SOMEONE IN MY HOUSE!" The officer replied "GET OUT OF THE HOUSE RIGHT NOW!" So the teacher runs straight out of the house and sits on the sidewalk in front of the house crying. After a couple of minutes, the police came with guns and weapons. The teacher and police walk through the house, checking every single corner to make sure that there was no one else in the house. She made them make the rounds 3 times before letting them go. By this time, the phone had stopped dialing. Still feeling scared, the teacher calls her father and he goes over and stays with her. The next morning, she calls her sister and tells her what happened. All her sister said was..."oh I forgot to tell you, our phone automatically updates like that every night. No need to worry. You didn't call the police right?"

3. Some places are said to have strong paranormal presence, some stronger than others. A lot of people believe that to spend time in these places opens your eyes to something that happened there, and my friend had an experience like this. He was sleeping at a friends place, and he was in the middle. His friend was to his

left side, and his girlfriend to his right. He woke up late at night and couldn't move his body at all. All he heard was his girlfriend and his friend whispering to each other; he thought they could be cheating on him but couldn't do anything. Eventually the talking got louder and louder. He tried really hard to poke her side and get help, but he couldn't move his hand. Eventually she started shaking his body when she woke up and noticed. She was asking if he was okay but he couldn't reply. Then his girlfriend started laughing maniacally. The volume of the laugh kept getting higher until it was ear piercing and then just stopped. He closed his eyes tightly but felt some strange sensation and opened them, a pale woman's hand was covering his eyes. He closed them again and eventually woke up and told his friend. His friend reassured him everything was okay and he went to sleep again facing the wall. He woke up again, on his side and facing the wall... and couldn't move again. Then he saw a pale woman with long hair walking backwards and forwards along the wall, sometimes disappearing from view as she walked away and then coming back into view. He closed his eyes tightly and fell asleep again. The next morning he went downstairs and his friend was cooking food. He told the friend and his girlfriend what happened that night and his friend just asked casually, "Did you see it too?".

a group of high school seniors were nearing their graduation so they decided to make a special video. they interviewed their fellow senior classmates and asked what they wanted to become in the future. the girl who was doing all the interview is the only person who hasn't had hers yet, so she took a video of herself talking about her future. as soon as she was finished taking the video she reviewed to see if it was okay, as the video was nearing the end she noticed that there was something behind her. she played the video again and noticed that the thing was getting bigger. she hurried and showed the videos to her friends. her friends were amazed and decided that they should use the video as one of their attractions for the upcoming school festival. so the school festival came and their class had the most people coming in. of course they were happy, especially the girl who was in the video because she gained more attention. but as they kept on playing the video over and over again she noticed that the thing behind her is getting bigger and bigger and more clearer. as soon as people left she decided to watch the video alone, she replayed the video over and over again until the tape reels gave out/broke. [it was a VHS tape] but eventhough it was broken the video still kept playing. the girl tried to turn it off, she took off the plug and stuff but it still kept playing.

as she looked on the screen she noticed that the thing that was behind her is actually a woman. as the video kept on playing the woman in the video kept getting closer and closer to the camera until all you can see is its eyes. the girl closed her eyes wishing it was over, but as she was about to open her eyes she felt something cold touched her hands. she slowly opened her eyes and saw the woman in the video, in front of her smiling, her face was very white, and her eyes were jet black. the girl suddenly had flashbacks running through her mind. she suddenly remembered that in every single place she went, or in every single thing she did the woman who's infront of her is always right behind her. she closed her eyes again thinking that it was all her imagination, after a few seconds she opened them again and saw nothing. she felt relieved... but as she was about to get up she felt a cold chill on her back and heard in a creepy voice the woman saying, "i will always be with you...always."

Once there was family of 3 it was the son's birthday so the mom decided to go buy his birthday present she went into an antique store and found an elegant painting of a black waterfall she went to the counterman and asked for the price the counterman looked at the painting and with a serious face told the woman that the painting was not for sale. the woman, not backing down, insisted on buying it so in the end he gave in and sold it to her but with a warning the woman went back home and gave her son the present her son, being an art major in university loved it. however, ever since the day she gave her son the painting he would not come out of his room. worried, the mother called a few specialists who installed video cameras in his room while the son was asleep. a few weeks later, they found something strange and called her over. they sat around the table watching the video tape. on the screen it showed the son walking over to the painting and instead of the black waterfall, it showed a black haired girl in a white dress staring at the camera. Somewhere in the world is a shelf of books. It might be a shelf in someone's attic, untouched by light for decades. It might be in the basement of a library, kept in a hidden section that even the head librarian knows nothing about. For some reason, the shelf is somewhere different every time someone finds it. The books on this shelf range from ancient, leather-bound tomes to spiral notebooks, from modern-day paperbacks to books dating from the fall of the Roman Empire. These books are all diaries, all kept by

different people from different points in history. These people have only one thing in common: they were all serial killers. You can read any of the diaries and watch as the writer, at first seemingly normal, slowly descends into madness with every entry and gains an unquenchable thirst for blood and murder. The last pages of these diaries are invariably unreadable - barely-legible scrawlings of murderous men and women who have gone completely insane and lost all grip on reality. You can read as many of the diaries as you want, if you feel you can stomach the horrific tales of murders and acts of sadism recounted within. Many who have found these books have even read them and walked away, remaining healthy and normal, save for being completely unnerved. One word of warning. If you stay at the shelf and read for too long, you may notice a book you didn't see before, right at the very end of the shelf. If this happens, you should leave immediately and never return, nor never try to find the shelf again. Because if you open this book, you will find that only the first page has been written on. It is an entry describing how excited the author is to have started a new journal. And it is in your handwriting. On a square piece of paper I found at the bottom of a box I was moving out of my basement, it read, HELLO? PLEASE RESPOND. I had no idea how long the paper had been there, those boxes had sat in my basement since I moved in. I ignored it until the next morning, when I opened my coffee maker to throw out the grounds, and inside was a sopping wet piece of paper that read PLEASE RESPOND! PLEASE HELP. I figured it must have been put inside my coffee maker by whoever was pulling this pointless prank, because it wasnt there when I put my coffee grounds in. I found more notes, under my mousepad, inside my computer tower while I was putting in some new RAM, between the layers of tissue of my toilet paper roll, under my DVD players disc tray. Places that no one would ever look, places youd never think of putting a note, places you knew no one would ever look and it would be foolish to put a note, because who knew when they would see it? But it kept happening, and they all said the same thing every time, begging me to respond and help them. Being the ~censored~ I am, one day I just got fed up when I found one inside a cup in my dishwasher (right after I had run it - the paper was dry) I wrote on the back of it HELLO. IM RESPONDING. PLEASE EXPLAIN YOUR SITUATION! and slid it under a crack in my bath-fitted tub. No sooner had I left my bathroom did I find another piece of paper, floating on the surface tension on the surface of my glass of sprite I had in the living room.

I carefully picked it out of my drink, it read THANK YOU. and in larger letters, IM TRAPPED. I waved it around to dry it off a bit, and wrote on the back of it again, where are you trapped? how are you sending me notes? and, not creative enough to think of where to put it, I just threw it behind my couch. I waited and looked, but I didnt see any other notes for the rest of that day. The next day I checked my mail, inside of some spam letter was the next note, IN THE SECOND DIMENSION. BELOW YOU. I wasted no time in responding whoever you are, this prank is ~censored~. give it a rest and threw it outside, the wind blew it away. The next note I got was still in obnoxious capital letters, though it was much longer than before and the last sentence seemed to have been squeezed into the remaining space. I think it was a passage from some encyclopedia or textbook. The first dimension is a defined point in space. The second dimension (this was underlined) is anything that exists with height and width, while the third adds on length. The fourth includes time, the and the fifth is the past: time that has already occurred and is solidified in timespace. Everything beyond that was too squished in to read. I rolled my eyes and responded again, How can you read this if youre in the second dimension? How can you even exist?? I slipped this note into the space in my toaster between the element and the metal casing. My reply came when I brushed it out of my hair the next morning before I took a shower. WRITING IS 2D. VISION IS 2D- TWO 2D IMAGES SUPERIMPOSED. That didnt really get to the point of how I was supposed to rescue this person, which I defined in my next note that I flushed down my toilet. MAKE ME 3D was all that was on the new slip of paper I found inside of a chocolate bar I unwrapped, later on. How the idiot was putting these inside sealed products was beyond me but at this point I decided to play along, maybe it was some kind of TV show thing. How? was all I wrote for my reply. I remember exactly where I put it, because it was the last thing I wrote for a long time. I put it in a crack between my length mirror, and its wooden backing. As soon as I let go it slid out of sight and I didnt see any papers again for a year and a half. Getting dressed one morning for work, I went into my room and adjusted my tie and shirt in my mirror, the same one, only it was now on the opposite side of my room. Looking into it, I noticed a square behind me on the wall. Turning around, there was none. In the instant before I turned around again I

thought it must have fallen off, but in the mirror it was still there, still suck to the wall. I touched my mirror thinking maybe it was some sort of warping or optical illusion, but it wasnt. I lifted my heavy mirror up from the ground and slowly walked backwards with it, nearing myself to the opposite wall on which the paper was stuck. The closer I got, the clearer the message on it became, until I stopped, sandwiched between the heavy mirror and the wall, looking at the paper immediately over my shoulder: MAKE YOU 2D it said. I moved the ~censored~ out of that house as soon as I could. After bunking at my girlfriends for a while, I got the ~censored~ rid of the mirror, the toaster, everything. My heart still skips a beat when I see any perfectly square piece of paper, sitting on the floor, all alone. I still live in fear of some day Ill open up a book or look in the inner lining of a jacket, and a piece of paper will flop out.... The Woman in the Oven During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time. Although the scene was originally labeled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farms well (which had apparently dried up earlier that year). Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include both her and her kitchen stove in the image, the tape then showed her turning on the oven, opening the door, crawling inside, and then closing the door behind her. Eight minutes into the video, the oven could be seen shaking violently, after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. The camera then continued to stationary point at the oven for another 45 minutes until the batteries apparently died. To avoid disturbing the local community, police never released any information about the tape, or even the fact that it was found. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well. or why the physical stature of the woman on the tape did not in any way resemble the stature of the woman found in the oven.

Jkqxxllyuo There is a demon of great evil, that will be able to walk upon the Earth if someone is told of its existence and does not repeat the name to another. To the best of my ability, his name roughly approximates Jkqxxllyuo. This was told to me by a rather unkempt man on the street; if you have not noticed it already, I just told it to you.

The German Medic In winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a German medic had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment suddenly became a bloodbath. The survivors claimed to hear, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee. The medic made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before, but never this short on supplies. The bombardment moved to other ends of the line, most men dropped off to sleep in the still dark hours of the morning - New Years Day, 1945. The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, with no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, headto-toe, with the maroon stain of blood. The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal all skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial. None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1945.

The Pregnancy

Since before I could remember, Ive wanted to be a mother. It seemed my whole childhood and teenager years were spent yearning for a child of my own. By the time I was nine, I had namesand color schemes for the nurserypicked out. All I needed was someone to make them with. But college was disappointing. I went through a whole string of bad boyfriends and bad father material. Getting on with my career didnt seem to help much. I realized, thoughwhen I was twenty-seven, and there were no suitable prospects on the linethat, technically, I did not need a man to have a child with. Just a very particular product of his. I found a sperm donor bank, chose the best prospect they had, got out my turkey baster and well hoped for the best. I was overjoyed when my first pregnancy test came out positive. My doctor was surprised to see me coming in sooner than hed expected. Before I was four weeks along, I had the nursery painted, and the furniture set up. Toys and diapers, bottles and books, bibs and coveralls. I had everything a new mother would need. I couldnt explain all the weight I was losing. I kept getting thinnereverything except for my belly. My friends all joked that it had to be at least twins. Or the biggest baby theyd ever seen. I got weary of the kicking somewhere in the third trimester. And the scratching. Just one more week until my due date. I just wish it would stop gnawing.

The Growths Id had them ever since I was a kid. I can remember being incredibly self-conscious about them, hiding them in my pockets under books and bags. The kids at school never said anything to my face, but I knew they were laughing behind my back. I remember asking my parents to take me to the doctor, to get them checked out. The growths on my hands seemed to be the elephant in the room back then, since theyd just say I was fine and change the subject. But I knew better. I had tried to remove them as a child, but without avail. Scissors, knives, potato peelers; trying to cut or

scrape them off was always a lost cause because I couldnt continue once the pain kicked in. But today was different. Its amazing how numb you can get with a couple of tourniquettes and a bottle of Jack Daniels. I was originally planning to use a sharp knife, but figured that trying to slice through the tough flesh of the growths would be too arduous in my drunken state. I opted for the slightly more technological plan B. I had to hurry though. I was already pretty light-headed and was starting to feel dizzy. My hands and forearms, nearly blue from the lack of circulation, couldnt wait much longer either. The whirring of the blender helped to put me in a sort of tranceready to do what I had wanted to do since I first looked down at my strange deformities. I shoved my left hand in first. The immediate sensation of sharp blades slicing through flesh was jarring, but I was surprised at how well the alcohol was workingI expected it to hurt more. I could hear the sharp metal churning and cutting, working perfectly as planned. I pressed my hand down harder. All those bad memories, all of the embarrasmentall of those horrible things were now nothing more than a thick red pulp. Breaking from the feelings of ectsasy, I pulled out before the blades hit knuckle. I smiled, taking a good look at my new hand. As for the growthswell, five down, and five to go.

This one's a bit long, but SOOOO worth the read The Rake During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, humanlike creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed. Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of thier enounters with a creature of unkown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.

In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. Ive been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some exceprts from their upcoming book. The Rake A Suicide Note: 1964 As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye. Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope. Dearest Linnie, I have prayed for you. He spoke your name. A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880 I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text). A Mariners Log: 1691 He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.

From a Witness: 2006 Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night. At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of

bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing. After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. Its body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him. My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature. In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husbands face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids rooms. I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara. The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said he is the Rake. My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive. Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either. For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parents house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake. It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up

with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ships log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log. There were, however, many instances where the creatures visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter. I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day) On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I cant listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I havent let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that Ive heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I dont remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment. The thoughts that must have gone through my daughters head make me very upset. I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night Ill wake up to see him staring at me.

and my all time favorite.. DAY OF ALL THE BLOOD THIS IS THE STORY OF A DAY WHERE THERE WAS ALL THIS BLOOD. A MAN WAS WALKING AROUND AND BLOOD STARTED COMING OUT OF HIM EVERYWHERE. THERE WAS SO MUCH BLOOD THAT IT FILLED UP AN ELEVATOR. HE WENT TO THE STORE AND THERE WAS JUST BLOOD ALL OVER THE PLACE! PEOPLE WERE SLIPPING IN IT AND THEY WERE ALL GROSSED OUT. HE TRIED TO GO SWIMMING AND ALL OF THE SHARKS WENT NUTS AND BITTENED EVERYBODY. HE GOT CHASED BY ALL THE VAMPIRES EVER. ONE TIME THE BLOOD GOT A KID AND A DOG. AT THE END OF THE DAY EVERYONE DECIDED THEY WOULD

SEND HIM TO SPACE SO THAT HE WOULD STOP GETTING BLOOD EVERY WHERE. THE SCARIEST PART IS THAT THE MAN WAS YOU!!! (OR HE WAS A LADY IF YOU ARE A LADY) AND YOU FORGOT THAT THIS HAPPENED

....and a skeleton popped out. there were two sisters. one of was very different from the other. the elder sister was beautiful, played excellent piano and was super intelligent. the other sister was ugly, selfish and stupid. the uglier sister was often ignored because the elder sister was favoured highly by her parents. she was their pride and joy. they didn't even mention the other sister to their friends. the ugly sister could not take in the jealously any longer and evil thoughts penetrated her mind, so she decided to kill her sister. she waited until she fell asleep, got a robe and knife and suffocated her to death. after, she cut her into four pieces: head, body, arms and legs. she put the body in the piano her sister loved to play. she put the legs in the oven and arms in the fridge. and finally, she threw the sister's head into the river. the next day, the mother and father were surprised to find food already in the oven and found it was delicious. the alive sister credited herself for the food and was praised so much he parents totally forgot about the absence of the elder sister. despite the endless praise, the sister began to hear the piano play itself during the night. it was especially loud when it was near the time she killed her. 5 months later, a fisherman found a talking head which answered all the questions you desired. the 'head' was televised on the news and was displayed in the museum for people in the whole town to ask questions. the younger sister, stood in the line wondering what to ask the head. when she reached at the front she asked "who killed you?". "you". (this is a whole more effective when you tell it in real life because you grab one of the listeners arms suddenely and scream YOU. insanely scary especially if they wern't expecting it.) When i was little, my parents, my big sister and i used to live in this little apartment, my sister and i had bunk beds with our toy shelf at the food of our beds. my sister had this bigbird doll and this doll named "Cricket". They were those "big" 2ft - 3ft tall dolls that talked when you put tapes in their backs or butts. well, one night, my sister and i had already fallen asleep, and we had put our dolls away and everything. but in the middle of the night, Cricket started talking. we were half asleep, and it was lightning outside, so we (my sister and i) both got really scared and started screaming. my dad came running out, thinking we were getting murdered or something, but when he got there and saw it was just the doll, he told us we were being silly. then he tried to turn it off. thats when he realized that the doll didnt have batteries because he had

taken them out earlier since we wanted to play with Big Bird and his batteries were dead. well, my dad got so freaked out, he opened the door to the apartment and threw it outside in the rain. we never brought it back inside, but about 3 months later, when we moved to another city, when we were unpacking our toys, we found Cricket in a box with big bird and a stuffed bear. we got all scared and asked our mom if she had packed it, she said she hadn't and told us to just keep it on our shelf. so we did, but after like a month or something, she started talking again. i was really scared and i started screaming and my dad came in again, this time he just threw the doll outside and tried to burn her. she would burn, but the next day, she'd be sitting under a tree outside, completely unburned. that happened like 3 times. so we just gave up and left her there. she stayed out there for years. when i was about 13, my little cousin came over for a halloween party and she saw the doll under the tree (still) and started playing with her. we let her play with her, but we kept trying to warn her. when they were leaving that night, my cousin wanted the doll, so my aunt asked us if we could give it to her, since we had it outside anyway. we didnt want to, since my cousin was so small (like 5) but my mom gave it to her anyway because she thought it would be okay. about a week later, my aunt came over and told us about the doll. she had forgotten we had been the ones that gave it to her, but she told us that that night, on the way home, after dropping off my other aunt, she told my little cousin to come to the front seat with her and leave the doll in the backseat, so she did. half-way home, the doll started talking in the backseat, she pulled over and tried to turn her off, but the switch was dirty and it didnt work, so she opened the battery compartment and saw the doll didnt have batteries. she got so scared she opened the door and flung the doll out on the side of the road and sped off. she told us that she came back the next day to see if she could get the doll back, because she thought she was just being stupid on halloween and that she had imagined it, but she couldnt find the doll.

One day, a man was driving home at night. But his car broke down so he parked it on the side of the road. He had no signal on his phone so he couldn't call anyone for help. So he wondered into the forest to see if he can find somewhere he can stay, so he starts walking into the forest. All of a sudden, he sees a man in the distance, walking towards him. He was so relieved because he wasn't alone and he can ask him for help! So when he gets closer to the man, it sees the figure of his body and sees that the man is wearing sunglasses. And he asks "Sir why are you wearing sunglasses at night?" and when he gets a closer look at him, he finds out that the man wasn't wearing sunglasses, he has no eyes..... O__O A young teenage girl had come home late from partying with some friends and had fallen into a deep sleep. She had slept for maybe 14 hours because at the time when she woke up, the alarm read 5:00 p.m. She had fallen into bed at 3:00 a.m that morning. She was asleep in her bed when suddenly she heard her bedroom door open. She looks out from under her covers and sees her mom, walking really strangely, kind of hunched over and rubbing her hands together come into her room. She was looking

down at her hands, giggling eerily as she turned and closed the door. Needless to say she found this VERY strange, but being that it was her mom she still didn't think anything of it. The girl watched her mom walk towards her still hunched, still rubbing her hands, and still giggling strangely. It was at this point that her senses finally kicked into gear. She felt this terrifying fear go through my body. It was a feeling of pure evil and hatred, and it scared her beyond belief. Naturally her instincts were to cover her head with her blanket, which she did, only to uncover it a few seconds later to see if her mom was still there. Big mistake. Right in front of her, noses almost touching, was her mom with the most evil smile she had ever seen. She screamed at the top of my lungs for her to get out, and covered her head again. All of a sudden the feeling was gone. She uncovered her head and NOBODY was there. The door was still closed and in the amount of time that had passed there was NO WAY she would have been able to run out of my room and close the door. The girl thought it was just a dream, but not until her mother told her she experienced the same thing. Her mother had just gone to bed, and was laying in the dark saying her prayers. The girl's dad had been working the night shift, and the girl, of course, was out partying with friends. Suddenly she hears footsteps in the hallway walking quickly towards her room. She looked towards her doorway when suddenly a woman walked in. She was walking quickly, but hunched over. In her hands she had papers (like envelopes, and letters, mail type things). The woman never once looked at her, instead she walked up to my fathers desk, put the papers down on top of it, and walked around to the other side of the bed. It was at this time that the mom snapped out of her shock, and began praying. When she opened her eyes again the woman was gone. The funny thing was that she was not afraid of the woman being there. What scared her the most was that the woman that walked into her room, was HER! It wasnt a big deal at first, you know? It was just another story online, one youd read in the comments of a YouTube video, designed to scaring you into posting it on eight other videos. You know the kind, where you die a horrible death or your crush will reject you if you dont spread the word? I didnt think anything of it at the time, but now its the only thing I can think about. The comment started by saying that she hasnt left *the poster+ alone in days and by reading this, shell come for you. I dont even remember the exact wording because it was late and I was tired and Id seen a hundred other comments like it before. I forgot all about it. Until she started coming after me. It started with little things. A flash in the corner of my vision, a strange shadow on the hallway floor. Then it got worse. I started to hear whispering when I was alone in the house, giggling, the sound of footsteps. I now know that she was teasing me. Sort of like how a cat will clamp its paw over a mouses tail and bat at it before it kills it. Mirrors were the worst. She liked to stand just out of frame when I was brushing my hair, so when I

shifted my head to get the other side, she would be there, standing next to the bookshelf, with her long, tangled hair, matted with blood, falling down her shoulders. And that grin. Oh, God, that grin. Her teeth were always bloody. I was never sure if it was her blood, or I dont even know. Every night it seemed to get worse. I would see her on my way to class, in the rear view mirror of my car, dragging her talon-like fingernails across her own, rotting flesh as I stared in abject terror. For a while I put it off to sleep deprivation. Finals, you know? And then she came to me. It was late, so late it was technically early. I couldnt sleep because all I could hear was her giggling. I covered my face with the pillow and shut my eyes tight, when I felt something cold on my hand. I was paralyzed with fear. It was sharp and it was cold and it was moving down my arm towards my elbow. Come out to play, she said in that lilting, upsetting voice Id heard one too many times before. I screamed and sat up but she was gone. For the moment. My biggest mistake was when I talked to her. Id just stepped out of the shower and she was right there when I opened the curtains. I shrieked and stumbled back and she leaned down to me. Why? I asked. Why are you doing this? She told me why. It was because I knew something about her. That altercation ended with a serious head injury that landed me in the hospital. Thats where I am now. I cant take this anymore. Im just one person, its too much. I know what I have to do. I think I always knew. God, Im sorry. Im so, so sorry. Her name is Nora. She should be there soon.]

There once were two sisters. The older one was pretty but mean. The younger one was ugly but nice. The older one was named Suki and the younger one was named Sudoku. One day, the older sister was walking home to see her boyfriend hugging Sudoku from the back. This angered her and she ran up to them and asked what the h3ll they were doing. The boyfriend said that Sudoku forced him or she'll kill him, but Sudoku said that he was walking home and he jumped out of a bush and started kissing her neck and hugging her. Sudoku was telling the truth, but being as selfish and as horrible as she is, Suki slapped her, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her into the house and beheading her with a knife while saying, " You want to kill my boyfriend? I'll kill you first, b!tch!" The last thing that came out of Sudoku's mouth was a blood curdling scream.. Suki put her sister's body and detached head in a garbage bag and dumped it in a river, deep in a forest. Weeks later, a lumberjack was chopping down a tree in the forest and replanting one in its place and began walking towards the river to get some water. He heard something and he turned around. Nothing was there. He shrugged and thought it was his imagination so he kept walking. He looked down and saw the garbage bag, he kicked it gently and Sudoku's head rolled out of it. The lumberjack screamed and saw Sukdoku's mouth moving as she kept repeating,"Sudoku.. Sudoku.. Sudoku.. Sudoku.." He was amazed at how a lifeless head was still talking so he put the head in a musuem. Suki saw an ad in the newspaper for a talking dead head who keeps saying Sudoku. She went to the museum to see for herself. Indeed it was her sister. She looked at the head and asked,"What is your name?" Sudoku's head replied,"Sudoku.. Sudoku.." "How old are you?" asked Suki. "Sudoku.. Sudoku.." "Who killed you?" "Sudoku.. Sudoku.. SudokYOU!" ne day, a little girl named Amy, no older than 4, was shopping around with her mother when she saw a new toy shop. She tugged on her mothers arm and pointed the shop, silently demanding to go and see it. Her mother took a weary look and, not wanting to create a scene, agreed for the child to go see the shop. When the child entered the shop, she saw a simply gorgeous doll and fell in love with it. She wanted the doll, no matter how expensive, and wouldn't take no for an answer! After a short tantrum, the mother finally decide to buy it for her. When the mother went to pay for it, the cashier was very reluctant to let her buy it. But, after a while, he did sell it, but with a warning, Do be very careful, do not let her break it! The mother heeded the

warning, as the doll was very expensive. Amy loved the doll. She played with it every single day! She even took it to bed with her. But one day, Amy broke the doll. The head had come off. Amy cried and cried, but nothing could be done. The head would not stick on. So Amy put it on the shelf in her room, sitting up with the head in it's lap. When Amy's mother had kissed her goodnight and shut off the light, Amy could hear a sort of rustling. Then a voice sang out, Amy, Amy, why did you break me? Amy jolted up and looked around. The doll was at the foot of her bed, staring at her. She shook her head, and reasoned that she had put it there and forgot, so she put it back on the shelf and went to sleep again. Amy, Amy, why did you break me? Amy jolted up and saw the doll at the foot of the bed. Scared, she picked it up and threw it into the kitchen. She padded back, sleepy, and went to sleep. Amy, Amy, why did you break me?! Amy opened her eyes and saw the doll looming over her, with a steak knife. The next morning, Amy's mother went to wake her up, and screamed as she saw Amy beheaded, with the doll on top of her lifeless body. there was this little kid - who was homeless - who used to sleep in the streets every now and then. he knew this nuna who was really close with him and she just happened to pass by where he was sitting and he grabbed a hold of her hand and asked really kindly if he could spend the night at her house since it was really chilly out. she hesitated at the fact of having a male at her house since she was a single resident at her house but she finally agreed since he was a well-known dongseng. when they got home, the nuna told him that he could sleep on the floor of her bedroom and he agreed, happy that he got to sleep under a roof but as the nuna turned off the lights and went to sleep, the little kid couldn't sleep and he tossed and turned until he couldn't take it anymore. he jumped up and shook the nuna by her arms and told her to go with him to the supermarket for some ramen since he was sleepless. she shook him off and told him that there was no need in going to the market since she already had some in the kitchen so he reluctantly went and cooked himself some ramen. soon enough, he came running back and shook the nuna furiously and told her there were no more yellow onions and that he couldn't eat the ramen without it and needed to go the market now. the nuna groaned in frustration and put on her jacket to leave the house but as soon as they left the house, the little kid ran with her to the police station. WHY? as mentioned, he slept on the floor of her bedroom, next to her bed, and he was able to see everything

that was underneath the bed and what he saw was a man, a knife in hand, lying underneath the bed, ready to kill both.

When you are admitted to a hospital, they place on your wrist a white wristband with your name on it. But there are other different colored wristbands which symbolizes other things. The red wristbands are placed on dead people. There was one surgeon who worked on night shift in a school hospital. He had just finished an operation and was on his way down to the basement. He entered the elevator and there was just one other person there. He casually chatted with the woman while the elevator descended. When the elevator door opened another woman was about to enter when the doctor slammed the close button and punched the button to the highest floor. Surprised the woman reprimanded the doctor for being rude and asked why he did not let the other woman in. The doctor said that was the woman i just operated on. She died while I was doing the operation. Didnt you see the red wristband she was wearing? The woman smiled and raised her arm, something like this? Her brother going to camp with his friends, where they slept at old bungalow at the forest. You know guys, can't stay still...so they decided to go downstairs at night with candle light, since the bungalow is out of electricity. When they're walking at the hall, those boys found some funny faces portraits. So they keep laughing while looking at those portraits by saying things like ''ewwwww look at his runny nose'' etc. -.-'' At last they got tired, so they're walking upstairs to sleep. Tomorrow morning, when they woke up, one of the boys actually screaming when he walks downstairs at the hall. Others were sooooo shocked so they ran to the hall. He's already faints. When they saw the hall is full of mirror. No portraits. Long time ago, a boy just moved into a new neighborhood and he noticed that the house beside his house always have their door and windows closed except for one window with white curtains. Everyday after school the boy see a girl around his age stared out the window. She had pale white

skin and long black hair and she always smiled at him whenever he passed by. They became friends and everyday after school, he would stop and chat with her before running home. One day as he was coming home he noticed that the window was closed instead of open like usual. So he decided to knock on the door to visit. A middle aged woman answered the door, she had a calming and kind look on her face except she looked a bit tired. She invited him in for a cup of tea and they had casual chat before he noticing something else with took away all the blood from his face. He became white and felt sick in the stomach as he took a few step closer to the family altar to examine the face in the picture. The woman noticed the boy's expression, she sighed a bit and said that the girl had been lonely for a long time until he moved in beside them and confessed that both her husband and herself could not sleep lately since her daughter had been dancing and laughing in the room every night. Days after the visit the boy then took another route to get home avoid looking at the window. At night he couldn't sleep, the sound of her cry echoed in his mind. After a while he could no longer stand the feeling of it and begged his family to relocate. Since the day he left, the window then remained closed. Two of my aunts always wake up early in the morning to do their errands. One morning, aunt#1 heard aunt#2 calling her out super early in the morning and telling aunt#1 to open the door. Aunt#1 got up and opened the door but there was no one there and she felt a deadly cold chill passing through the door into her house but it didn't bother her so she when back to sleep. Hours later in the afternoon, aunt#1 saw aunt#2 and said why she came so early to call her and just left unnoticed. Aunt#2 said that her husband didn't want her to go that morning so she never woke up early that morning to begin with. Aunt#1 told what happened that morning to aunt#2 and they both were scared. A few days later, Aunt#1 passed away. It was known that, if someone calls your name and told you to open the door in the middle of the night or super early in the morning, don't answer. Only lonely, evil spirits does that and will take you away. "V" and his homeboys always wander off around town into the late midnight hours, every night, until that night. He and his homeboys separated ways and headed home. That very night, "V" didn't go back home alone like usual, someone else tagged along without him noticing. He got home and went to sleep. Around dead hours, he was attacked by something. The thing attacked him by tickling him so hard, to the point where he was in pain and tears. Based on what he said, it felt like it was a little boy who desire to play. Since then, he stopped going out with his homeboys. However, that thing remain around him, chasing him everywhere. The thing would repeatedly tick him night after night, until "V" decided to run away from it. By running away from that thing, he went to sleep in his brother's bedroom since his brother was never home. The thing didn't go into his brother's bedroom for some reason, instead, it creaked the door a bit and just stood at the door, staring at him throughout the night and he saw the shadow of a little boy and was scared to death. The next night, "V" changed room again and went to sleep down in the basement instead of his brother's bedroom and his bedroom. He was sleeping safe and sound for 2 nights. The third night, the thing found him in the basement! This time, the thing started beating him up instead of tickling him.

Again, the following night, he changed his sleeping location. He went back to sleep in his bedroom and was saved for another night. He would run around the house, night after night, until his parents couldn't take it anymore. They decided to call some traditional psychic and do a bunch of stuff but it wasn't helping his situation at all. In fact, it got worst. The more they try to get rid of it, the worst that thing get. So, they stopped trying to get rid of it. And it calmed down. His mother said that, that thing know when someone around is talking about that thing. And so everyone just stopped and pretended that this thing doesn't exist and live their lives normally. By doing that, the thing would only tickle "V" once in a while or hit him when it feels like it. One night, "V" told his brother that he wanted a good sleep and asked his brother to be his protector for the night. That night, it seemed like that thing couldn't find "V" in his bedroom again and went on searching for "V" around the entire house. That night, "V" slept on the couch and under the couch foot, his big brother slept there. Around dead hour, his brother felt that thing crawling over him and onto the couch. "V" woke up and kicked that thing before it reached "V" and it fell back down. Ever since that night, the thing vanished. "V" had been sleeping soundly for a week and it came back! It was said that, whenever someone mention about that thing around their house or around him, that thing would reappear and attack him. If nothing was mention about that thing, then "V" would be sound asleep every night. That happened about 3-4 years ago. "V" is still sleeping in peace because no one had mention about it since it last happened. There were three friends who were on a road trip from Point A to Point B. As they were driving on a road, they came to a stop under a tree to realize that they had run out of gas. As the radio was playing, it reported of a serial killer on the loose in Point B, warning citizens and travelers alike. Having to go to get some gas, the three friends decided that two of them would go together to get gas, since going by oneself would get him lost. To make sure that the one staying at the car would be safe, the car windows were completely covered and the doors taped. The three friends made up a signal: three slow knocks (knock, knock, knock) would let the one in the car know that they are back and he wouldn't have to worry about the serial killer coming to get him in the car. They decided that if the two weren't back soon, the one friend should drive to a safe location and wait at a hotel. So the two friends went out to get gasoline as the one waited patiently. After waiting for some time, he heard knocks (knock, knock, knock). He was about to open the door when he continued to hear knocking that wouldn't stop (knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock). After waiting a long time, he decided to drive to the nearest and safest hotel. The next day, he heard police sirens outside of his hotel and he went out to see what had happened. They then gave him horrific news: one of his friends was found stabbed, and the other was found hung on a tree Tiffany was finishing up homework in her room when she got a text on her cell phone. She didn't recognize the number, but the text said "Take a bath and go to bed, it's a school night". Probably a wrong number, Tiffany thought, but she did what the text said anyway. She had already been planning to take a bath soon. She stepped into the bathroom and found that the bath tub had already been filled for her. Strange, she

thought. Maybe Mother had filled it in advance. Shrugging, Tiffany undressed and hopped into the tub. Her whole body, including her head, was wet before Tiffany became aware of a stinging sensation all over her skin. In a few moments, the stinging turned to burning, and then she witnessed the skin on her arm begin to peel off. She looked at her leg and the skin there was peeling off too. All the skin on her body was coming off! Her blood shed into the tub and soon the bath was red. Screaming in agony, Tiffany jumped out of the tub. Her blood gushed like a waterfall all over the bathroom. She turned the knob on the sink so she could try and soothe her burning body with cool water, but no water came out. Why had someone turned off the water? Tortured cries escaped Tiffany's peeling lips as she painfully opened the door of the bathroom and hobbled out to alert her mother about the crisis. There on the carpeting in front of the bathroom, was her dead mother in a pool of her own blood. Crying uncontrollably and shedding gallons of blood, Tiffany dragged herself to her room and picked up her cell phone to call the police. A text message was waiting for her. It was from the same number she hadn't recognized just minutes before, and the text said, "Next time, bathe in water." She heard laughter behind her and Tiffany turned around to see a tall man dressed in black holding a bloody knife in one hand and an empty container of sulfuric acid in the other magine yourself standing in the middle of an empty hallway. you have no idea if it's day or night, because all the windows are covered and no one is around. you don't know how you got there in the first place, but you knew you had to get out as fast as possible. at the end of each hallway, there is a door. one leads to eternal daylight, where there is no sleep or rest and daily activities last for eternity. the other door leads to eternal darkness except for the moon and the stars, where you must lay in your bed and can never leave, whether you are asleep or awake. You think and think, but something interrupts you. the door that leads to eternal daytime opens, revealing a blinding light that fills the hallway, revealing a girl in her teens wearing a long sleeved black dress. you can't see her facial features well, but the only thing you can make out are her eyes. they glow white and pierce through your own. she starts walking closer to you, you gulp and dare to take a step forward as well. soon you two are face to face. you are terrified inside but manage to keep a straight face. then you realize something. her eyes do not glow. infact, she doesn't have any eyes. they're just two holes that are cut out from her head, the light is coming from the opened door

This girl was babysitting for some family friends one night, a little boy and a little girl. The parents had a fetish for clowns and had collected clowns from around the world for years, setting aside a room in the house just to put them on display. That night, the children were playing in this very room. Many of the clowns were just statues, and some were life-size, one in particular, was seated in a small child-like rocking chair. The babysitter started to feel more and more uneasy about this statue throughout the night. She felt as though the eyes were following her, whenever she moved around the room with the children. She decided to call the parents. "Im so sorry to bother you", she said, "but I was wondering if I could move this clown that you have in the rocking chair, its starting to scare the kids and I." "What clown are you referring to? I dont recall us having a clown fitting that description. Are you sure its sitting in the rocking chair?" the mother asked hurriedly. "Yes, Im sure. said the girl. "Its sitting right here, Im looking at it right nowWhy? I know its probably very old and I shouldnt attempt to move it out of the way, but." "Take the kids and get out of the house, now. The neighbor across the street will let you in. Call me immediately when you get there." and with that, the mother hung up. Frightened and confused, the babysitter grabbed the kids and ran out. When she and the kids arrived safely at the neighbors, she called and the mother answered. "Whats wrong? Did something happen? Are you all okay?" the girl asked. "Yes, we are fine, but its not us we are worried about, its you and the kids. Im so glad you calledwe were afraid this would happen again. We will be there shortly along with the police, Ill explain everything when we get there", and the mother hung up. The parents later explained to the girl that for some time, the next-door neighbor had been giving them problems. He was mentally ill, heard voices, the whole bit. On numerous occasions he had snuck into their house and tried to kidnap the children. This time, he dressed up in a clown suit, painted his face, and waited quietly until he had the opportunity to do what he came to do. The parents had informed the police many times but never had any proof until now about what was happening. They thanked the girl, paid her, and drove her home. There is a creepy way to call upon a ghost and have it go into a doll, this process originated from Japanese ghost hunters. It has been tried and there have been people that have replied with some

positive results and by positive I mean it works, so try at your own risk. What you will need is a doll (obviously), some red string, some raw rice, a bucket, a knife, a piece of your finger nail, a strand of your hair and a drop of blood. You will also need to either have a glass of salt water or a glass of whiskey (whiskey preferred as it is more potent). Firstly give your doll a name. Then cut open the stomach area of the doll and fill it with raw rice, this symbolizes feeding thus starting of new life. Then insert the piece of fingernail, the strand of hair and a drop of your blood. You will need to then stitch it back up using the red string. To finish off, you will need to tie the doll up in red string. Prepare a bucket of water and place it into the bathroom. For this to work you will need to be at home alone. You will need to wait till 3am as this is the hour when spirits are most active. At this time, go to your room and hold your prepared doll in front of you and repeat to it 3 times; I am a seeker (followed by your name). Now go to the bathroom and place the doll into the bucket of water. This is done so that when it does become animate, the water will slow down its movements. Now go and turn off all the lights in your home and have only one TV turned on, leave your phone on but leave it on silent and make sure you do not have any other devices that could make any noise (this is to avoid getting caught). Then go back to your room and count out loud 1 to 10. Once you have done this; take your knife and return to the doll in the bathroom and repeat 3 times I have found you, (the name you have chosen for your doll) and proceed to stab the doll in the chest three times. Place the doll back into the bucket of water and leave the knife in front of the doll. Now say to the doll Now you are the seeker, come and find me.. Return back to your room, lock the door and hide (preferably in a closet of some sort) and wait. You will have your glass of salt water or whiskey with you in your hiding spot. If you have succeeded, you may hear the volume of your TV shift, the channel changing or soft footsteps. Make sure you do not make any noise, and the reason for your phone being on silent is because there are times where people will receive calls or messages from unknown numbers asking where they are hiding and also if you DO receive a legitimate call, it does not give away your hiding spot. This whole process must not exceed 2 hours or else this ritual cannot be finished, thus, the spirit will stay around. Once you have had enough, take a mouthful of your salt water or whiskey, find your doll and spit your mouthful of liquid onto the doll and repeat to the doll I am the winner 3 times. Once you have done this, you will need to burn the doll. Some things to keep in mind: You cannot leave the house throughout the duration of this ritual Make sure all lights are turned off for this to work Make sure you are alone Must be finished off in 2 hours, if not, you will not be able to get rid of the spirit When you go back to your room, make sure you lock your door, if you are a thrillseeker, you may choose

to leave it unlocked. When you a returning to your room to hide, do not turn around under any circumstances Do not leave your computer or mp3 players on Try and remain as silent as possible whilst hiding Make sure the doll is completely burnt This ritual is translated from a korean forum, many koreans have tried this and many have got result - I was hiding for a while and I was quite certain nothing was going to happen. At that moment, I received a txt from my friend saying "Hey, I'm outside, where are you?". I thought it was quite strange for her to be out at this time so I called her back, but her phone turned out to be off. Now I was scared, so I called my mum, I told her to come home quick because I was scared. When I looked back at my phone, it had been turned off. - I was getting freaked out so I took my mouthful of whiskey, I made a little sneeze through my nose because of the whiskey, when I opened my closet I found the doll right in front it... Basically, my gf told me that, this is done so that you give the spirit the body of your doll, but during the game of hide and seek, spirits will not be content with this body and will seek you out to take yours, thus getting caught is not advised lol.... Here is a korean tv show, first 20 minutes is about this ritual and the show trying to do it, some of the things they do are slightly different to what I explained, but both are ok to work. During this show, some people have said that once they did this, they started seeing ghosts. One cold winter night, sixteen year old Katie was home alone. Her parents had gone out to a dinner party. It had been snowing all that afternoon, but had just recently stopped. After studying for a few hours she decided to relax a little. She made some popcorn, got a nice thick blanket and laid back on the couch to watch some TV in the living room. The television was positioned in front of one side of the glass sliding door that lead to a patio and the back yard. By midnight Katies parents still hadnt come home and she was gripped with fear because from the corner of her eye she could have sworn she caught a glimpse of a very strange looking man staring at her standing outside the glass door behind the television. Terrified, she panicked, pulled blanket up over her head and grabbed the cordless phone that was by her side. Katie called the police and, as luck would have it, there was a patrol car not far from her house. In a few minutes police are on the scene and Katie told them about the strange man who was standing outside, staring in through the glass. The police opened the glass sliding door and looked around. After a few moments they turned around and explained to her that there could not have been anyone standing out there, as there would be

footprints in the snow. The cops tell her that she is probably just tired and her imagination had got the better of her. Katie began to feel relieved, but still a little shaken. As the police officers are about to leave, one of them stopped and looked behind the couch Katie was sitting on. His jaw dropped and skin went pale. Katie noticed the mans reaction and jumped up to look too. She saw what made the officer react that way. There were wet footprints on the carpet behind the couch. She hadnt seen the man outside the door, shed seen his reflection when he was standing behind her. Its started out with Mai Kou, a gal who's in a gang. Supposedly she had contracted some sort of disease ( might be hiv?)Well, her family wanted her to go to the hospital since she had to go there but the other gang member won't allowed her to. So on the day that she was going to leave, she went out to met those gang at a park. She didn't have their permission to leave so they stabbed her with a knife. Right after her funeral, her parents moved right away. Since after that, neighbor around the area claimed that they saw her spirit (even my cousins saw her). Not long, a Hmong family moved in to that apartment. At times, they sense her presence there and see her at their corner of their eyes. right when they blink or turn to get a clear view; she's not there anymore. so one day, a lady of that house was telling one of my cousin about that. my cousin told her that if that happen again, for her to say "you parents have moved away and aren't living her anymore. please stop doing that since it's scaring us." and after that, they never see her again. she was looking for her parents. * one of my cousin was walking at night and saw her...he asked her where she was going but she just vanish * another of my cousin saw her. we were playing tag outside by a huge tree. he came out of his house and probably about 5-8 feet from the tree, he just stood there, not moving. so another cousin of mine ran inside, told his dad...his dad came running out and grab him. once inside, he told his dad that he saw mai kou....he saw her then she turn into a skeleton --one weird thing was...right after she passed away; her mom offer my cousin mai kou shirt (still blood stain there)....they didn't even want it He had a girlfriend like 2 mountains away. he promised that he'll marry her once he visit her again. so he left and went home. not long after that, his girlfriend got sick and pass away. her parents moved away and he had no news of her since he lived 2 mountain away. he went and visit her again, this time planning to marry her. by the time he get there, it was almost dark so he told his girlfriend if he was able to sleep at her house. they live out in a village where house are kinda far apart and the people there moved a little farther away cause they know that her spirit dwell around there. the only light is the fire place they created. everytime he light it up, she would blow it, not letting him see her face. soon he start to smell a rotten smell....once again, he light up and saw a glimpse of her face. her face was all rotten up with maggots. he was very scare so he told his girlfriend that he had to go pee. she said that she wanted to go with him but he told her that he's really shy. so she had his waist tied up. he went quite far out and tied it onto a banana tree. right then, he started to run home. not long after that, she sense that something was wrong so she pulled the string of rope that she had tied him.right then, she knew that he ran away so she ran after him. he ran the whole night with her following him, until it was almost day light when he ran into a small house. there were 2 old couple living there. he ran right under their bed, begging for them to help. luckily he ran into a shaman. the spirit of the house wouldn't let his girlfriend

in, so his girlfriend went back. the shaman then tied a red string onto his wrist and took him home. he then had his name change 1 The company I work for goes to a place often for business trips. Every time someone went, they stayed the night at the same hotel chosen by the company and my sunbae/elder scared me, telling me that it was a hotel where gweeshin/ghosts appeared. For the first time, I also went to the place on a business trip. When I was resting in my room after taking care of business suddenly I heard loud knocking noises on my room door. Because it was late into the night it couldn't be hotel service so thinking a real gweeshin/ghost had appeared. I shuddered under the covers. The knocking sounds became gradually louder. I continued to shudder under the covers and without realizing it, I fell asleep. As I came to reality, it was morning. Returning to the company I told my sunbae/elder, who said Ah~ I heard someone died a long time ago in that room from a fire.Hearing that, I said Then that gweeshin/ghost couldn't have come in unless I opened the door.and I was relieved. Then sunbae/elder said...What? The gweeshin/ghost was trying to leave the room 2 A call came from a friend who had attended the same university as I had. Although it was late because I hadn't talked to him in a long time. I happily conversed with him until it was time to sleep. There was only one thing out of all the things he had told me that had me concerned. He said the person living next door seemed a strange. That the person didn't greet him when they coincidentally met in the morning that he smelled really bad. That his hair looked greasy and his clothes were tattered making it seem as if he didn't wash very often. The strange things he did as well. such as catching and killing crows or cutting off cats' tails, etc. that he was a well-known psychopath in the neighbourhood too. And because the apartment walls were too thin he said he could hear noises in the middle of the night, of his neighbour doing something strange. My friend said although there hasn't been any damage done yet and he didn't have too many worries as of now but he had a bad feeling and if he ever had a chance, he wanted to move out quickly. After that my friend was killed. Without a doubt. Because the walls were thin, he heard my friend trashtalking about him
Perhaps the most notable haunting along the Han River is near Kwangnaru in Seoul. Since the 1960s people have claimed to have seen ghosts in the area, but it wasn't until the late 1990s that these ghost stories were really examined. It was during the taping of Lee Soong-hwan's music video at the Kwangnaru subway station that a ghost was apparently witnessed and caught on tape in the driver's

compartment of a passing subway. Apparently the ghost was of a female high school student, Kim Hak-cha, who was murdered near a Han River bridge on April 6, 1961, by her cousin. Her cousin, who later admitted his guilt, had confessed his love for her along the bank of the river, but she spurned him and in anger he shoved her causing her to strike her head upon a large stone. Convinced he had killed her, he threw her body into the river to hide his evil act, but she didn't immediately sink. Several people later claimed that she had called out for him to help her but he callously turned away and left her to die. Now, at least up until the late 1990s, her restless spirit continues to wander the banks of the river and the surrounding area looking for peace -- a peace that no one knows how to grant, even in the Land of the Morning Calm.