Scary story time #3 10/16/11


Alrighty guys, so it’s time for the third installment of scary stories that have happened to me. And… well, I’m kind of running out of them D; I thought I had plenty, but here at #3 I’m already feeling I’m running out of them and one of them wasn’t even from my own experience.

So, for this one, it happened a few years ago. I was sleeping in bed when I suddenly woke up. There was really no reason, I just woke, I was completely coherent at the time, so it’s not like I was dazed. I heard some noise behind me and looked in the corner of my room where my laundry hamper was. I reached my hand out pretty quickly and moved the hamper a little, feeling like there was something behind it. I could see what looked like a little girl in a grey dress follow the hamper, hiding behind it. I shot up and moved the hamper quickly, seeing nothing, but I got that weird feeling that something was right behind me, it took me a little while to build up the courage to look behind my back. When I did I saw nothing but ran to turn my light on. I didn’t see a sign of the little girl for the rest of the night and fell back asleep.

For some reason the rest of the day it felt as if the little girl was beside my side the whole time. She wasn’t threatening, I wasn’t afraid, it just felt like a child following you around, where your extra careful. By the next day the feeling was gone and I had never felt or seen her again. It was just more of a weird personal experience than anything else ^^

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Scary Story #2 10/14/11


Alrighty, so in continuing in the celebration of the upcoming Halloween holiday time to tell another creepy story. This one isn’t my own, it’s one my dad told him that happened to a friend of his. Well, let’s get started. This one is fairly short, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

 

So, this happened a few years ago, a friend of my dads… let’s call her Jill, had a young daughter, let’s call her Mary. Mary was like any other little girl, loved to play pretend, house, and even had herself a little imaginary friend. She was adiment about this imaginary friend existing, talking to it, playing with it, talking about it, and like any other mother, Jill just brushed it off as her young daughters overactive imagination. Then one day, they installed some new plush carpet in the living room which was located in sight of the kitchen. Being excited about the new carpet, Mary ran across it, playing with her imaginary friend again. Jill looked back while she was doing some dishes to watch her daughter play when she noticed little footprints forming in the carpet beside her daughter as she ran around. No one was making them, they formed as she watched.

Umm, I’ll add pictures later like I promised, I wrote this way too late.