Creepy stories perfect for halloweenÉ

 

 

 1É.  ÒThe black eyed childrenÓ

 

Brian Bethel is a respected veteran journalist and current columnist for the Abilene Reporter-News. In the Õ90s, Brian wrote a blog piece detailing an experience that would soon come to be shared by many others. His story is unique in that it was the first, and it was told by someone with an eye for journalistic detail and absolutely nothing to gain (and a career to lose) by spinning such an implausible yarn.

One evening as Brian sat parked outside the local movie theater, filling out a check for the night deposit next door, his driversÕ side was approached by a couple of children, no more than 10 or 12. Brian rolled down his window, expecting a request for money. Only one of the boys spoke, but even before any words came out of his mouth, Brian was gripped by fear. An irrational, heart-pounding fear that he couldnÕt explain.

The boy told a story: They wanted to see the movie, theyÕd left their money at home, and could Brian give them a ride? Brian tried to avoid looking at them, not wanting his fear to show; he noticed that the last showing of the movie had already begun. The little boy implored: They were just a couple of kids. They didnÕt have a gun. As Brian finally locked eyes with the boy, his mind went wild with horror. Both the kidsÕ eyes were coal black. Stammering an excuse, he began to roll up his window and put the car into gear, as the little boy called out angrily ÒWe canÕt come in unless you say itÕs okay! Let us in!Ó

Brian burned rubber all the way home and wrote about the experience later that night. Apparently, heÕs far from the only one—stories abound on the Web about black-eyed people, usually children but sometimes adults, with similar requests, who cause unexplained panic in all who encounter them. Perhaps itÕs just those eyes, or the odd, somewhat alien nature of their speech—or the malevolent, predatory nature that those who encounter them can feel lurking just beneath the surface. No one has stuck around long enough to find out just who or what they really are. Perhaps youÕll find out some dark night, on some side street as youÕre walking alone. Let us know, will you?

 

2É ÒNot only dogs lickÓ

 

There was a family of 2 parents and one little girl. The parents were going out one evening and told their little girl that they were going to leave her at home, alone. They would be back the next day.

The mom said, "if you ever get scared, just hold you hand out to the family dog, and he'll lick your hand for comfort."

The parents said goodbye and left.

The girl went to bed and fell asleep, but then it started bucketing down outside, and thundering violently. She got scared, and held out her hand in the darkness. The dog licked it.

The lightning flashed angrily. The girl shivered. She held her hand out again and the dog licked it.

The weather got worse, but the girl knew she would feel better when the dog licked her, and she did.

It was morning. The girl's parents weren't home quite yet, but the girl got sleepily out of bed. She called for the dog. He didn't come. She called again, still no dog. She walked down the hall, looking into the nearby rooms. No dog. She went into the bathroom. There, in the shower, their lovable dog was hanging from the shower. Blood smeared the floors, sink, and mirror.

Trembling, the girl came closer, unable to scream. Leaning down she read the note written in blood.

"Humans can lick too.Ó

 

 

    ÒIÕm watching you sleepÉÓ

 

I grew up in New Mexico and was always very into the outdoors, hiking, camping, rock climbing, etc. One summer when I was 19 I went on a 4 day/3 night camping trip near my parents' house on my own. Might sound weird but I had been to this area many times and it was quite safe. Anyway I brought my camera and took lots of pictures. When I came back and developed my film, there were 3 extra pictures that I didn't take... of me... sleeping. One each night.

None of my stuff was missing or stolen and nothing happened, but it freaked the hell out of me.

 

 

 

4ÉÓHairy ToeÓ

 

 

 

 

Once there was an old woman who went out in the woods to dig up some roots to cook for dinner. She spotted something funny sticking out of the leaves and dug around until she uncovered a great big hairy toe. There was some good meat on that toe which would make a real tasty dinner, so the old woman put it in her basket and took it home.

 

 

 

5É.  Ò Whos in the kitchen?Ó

 

You hear your mom calling you into the kitchen. As you are heading down the stairs you hear a whisper from the closet saying ÒDonÕt go down there honey, I heard it too.Ó

 

 

6É.  Ò Future dreamsÓ

 

 

The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest, her other hand muffling my screams.

I sat bolt upright, relieved it was only a dream, but as I saw my alarm clock read 12:06, I heard my closet door creak open.

 

  Òwhats in that cabin?Ó

 

My wife was shaking me quietly. I looked around the cabin. The girls must have gone to bed. The fire had burned down to embers. My glass of scotch was still in my hand.

ÒSomething is tapping on the porch.Ó Then I heard it too. I grabbed my ax and lit the lantern. I opened the door expecting a raccoon or a skunk, but instead found a boy of about 10 years old.

He stared at me petrified for a moment, then bolted down the path through the woods. I gave chase. He was losing me but I heard him tumble to the ground. I leapt on top of him in a rage.

ÒWhy were you knocking on my porch?Ó I screamed. ÒMy uncles told me to.Ó He stammered.

I was no longer angry, but confused. ÒBut why?Ó I asked. ÒTo get you out of the cabin.Ó

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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