You weren't planning to sleep any time soon, right? This is a collection of creepy stories that floats around on the Internet, also known as creepypastas. If they are real or not is up to you to believe.
Right now, my friend is spamming my phone, saying she can’t sleep because last weekend, her parents were teasing her and saying that a serial killer at 6:30 PM this exact week will knock on the door of those who don’t believe in supernatural beings, and when they open the door, they will be slaughtered. Shes really getting on my damn nerves. Shes 24, and acts like shes in sixth grade. Shes begging me to come over and pick her up, I’m really about done with her little kid shit. Wait a minute, I’ll be right back, my boyfriend is knocking on the door. Some people just don’t know how to use doorbells.
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.
At exactly 3 hours and 24 minutes in, the recording played the sound of his bedroom door opening.
You were excited for this day. You should be after all, you’ve been working hard. You deserve to have some fun. For tonight, you planned a movie night with a couple of old friends. Horror movies, as was customary since your younger days. You all watched with wide eyes and shaking hands, while cracking jokes and denying feeling any fear. Nobody wants to be the wimp, right?
It was around 4 AM when the last movie stopped, and everyone headed home, leaving you all alone. You jumped at the creaks and moans which seemed much more noticeable after the night of ghosts and gore. Eventually, you decided to go to bed, but not before one last trip to the bathroom.
The walk seemed long and daunting, as it always does after a night of scares. You kept looking back, checking for something lurking in the shadows. You knew you were acting ridiculous, but the feelings seemed to linger. Not even sleep would calm your mind. You tossed, turned, and mumbled all throughout the night. No sense in denying it, I know you did.
I saw you.
During the war a soldier faithfully wrote his mother every week so she would know he was all right, until one week she didn’t get a letter and immediately began to worry. Within a couple of weeks she got a letter from the Army saying that her son had been captured and was being held in a Prisoner-of-War camp, and they assured her that they had no reason to believe the American prisoners were being mistreated in any way. A few weeks later the woman finally received another letter from her son, it read: “Dear Mom, Try not to worry about me, they are treating us well and I’ll be released as soon as the war is over. Make sure that little Teddy gets the stamp for his collection. Love you, Joe” The woman was overjoyed to hear the news, but was confused because she had no idea who “little Teddy” was. She decided to steam the stamp from the envelope and have a look. When she did she saw that written on the back of the stamp were the words:
“They’ve cut off my legs”.
My cousin and I had gone to San Antonio, and we had heard rumors of some haunted railroad tracks. The story was, a school bus full of children had stalled on these tracks with a train coming. The train was going too fast for there to be time to get the children off. So they all died. When we finally found the tracks, we stopped the car, parking it right on the railroad tracks. We were both a little nervous, and scared, and waited for something to happen. Just when we were about to leave, the car started rolling. We were both too freaked out to do any more than grab each other and gasp, eyes wide, mouths open. After what seemed like an eternity, (but was actually less than five minutes tops) the car stopped rolling. We looked around, and we were off the railroad tracks.
Now, that may not seem spooky, but what we saw next scared us enough to jump back in the car and make the six hour trip home THAT NIGHT. Both of us got out of the car and walked around to the back. After the first six hour drive, our car had accumulated quite a bit of dust on it. That’s not scary, no. But what was scary was the little sets of handprints all over the back of the car. All the size of children’s hands.