#scary story

I asked Velvet Duke to record one of my creepiest stories and the results are spine-tingling…

I’ve really neglected to post updates to Tumblr this year, but Halloween is here and what better time to begin again. Our Halloween story this year is “The Ghost Ship”, a rather humorous ghost story that considers what might happen if a ghostly ship weighed anchor in the turnip garden of a quiet countryside village in England. 

Click the main picture above to listen to this years story and to find links to other stories by Edgar Allan Poe and H.P. Lovecraft!

peacefulsvul:

reallifeishorror:

Thought I’d share my favorites

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Whang! [X] My new favorite. What can I say, I love whang. Dude covers weird and forgotten mysteries of the internet. Doesn’t drag out stories, is informative and entertaining. 

LordanARTS[X] This guy goes in depth about cases in his “Brainscratch/searchlight series He covers true crime, cold cases and missing people. 

Reignbot [X] I really like Reignbot’s channel, she’s great at analyzing mysteries and conspiracies and the like. Her voice is also really easy to listen to and she often does in depth horror movie reviews as well as lists. 

Vintage Files [X] Unsolved mysteries, strange cases, creepy photos, everything.

Shrouded Hand [X] Paranormal / creepy / Aliens and UFO’s

NightmareExpo [X] Another great channel. Reminds me of Reignbot in a way. Reviews and analysis of various web-series and creepy content gone viral along with scary story times and a “disturbing things from around the internet” series.

NightMind [X]I like Nightmind a lot. Good creepy channel with analysis of mysterious online videos and coverage / reviews of creepy online content from around the internet. Really worth subscribing to.

Rob Dyke [X] specifically his series “seriously strange” / twisted tens and the anatomy of a serial killer.Rob’s channel has a lot of good quality content and since he’s been around for a while now, he’s got quite a few to binge on. His channel covers everything from unsolved mysteries, serial killers, and twisted top ten lists. 

Elders Vault [X] EV dives into unsolved mysteries with his “Beyond the vault” series and it’s very, very interesting. Really like the guys voice, easy to listen to, well worth a sub.

OrderoftheGoodDeath[X] …more commonly known as “Ask a mortician”. It’s all in the name, the presenter of the channel is a mortician, and her channel features morbid and interesting content surrounding death and everything about it.

Caylleigh Elise [X] Another great channel, especially the “Dark matters” series.Features topics along the lines of true crime, missing people, unsolved murders, and the odd list video.Very respectful and informative. 

Gloomy house[X] As the user name suggests, pretty gloomy content. From “videos that will make you lose hope in humanity” to “The euthanasia roller coaster” and even “the Mickey mouse sex tape”Hmm.

Crime documentary [X]
It’s all in the name. This channel has a lot of true crime documentaries, usually 40 minutes and longer.

I thought I’d also make a little sub-list of scary story channels I like, because I do listen to a bunch of them. If you don’t know, scary story channels are basically people reading either listener submitted, or online sourced real life terrifying experiences. These are good playlists for just before you go to sleep or whatever. Some of the readers have branched out to do lists and cover crime or paranormal stories too.

Lazy masquerade 

B-Busta

Urmaker  

Corpse husband 

Kingspook 

Unitnumber#522 

Letsread 

Doctor horror

Mr. Nightmare 

Swamp Dweller

Share your favorites!

Thank you! You are awesome

Enjoy friend :)

Ghost girl left alone with her own thoughts

- you can run but you can’t hide

New video. This is the first personal story I’ve posted. We want to hear your stories. To have your story appear in a video, message it to my Facebook page Your Creepy Stories.

Hell House: The Red Room Part 1

Hell House had three bedrooms; the master bedroom that faced the street, the back bedroom, and the little bedroom, both of which faced the woods. The front room was where my grandparents slept, the back bedroom was my mother’s, and the little bedroom, or the red room as it would come to be called, was my aunt’s. She was around 2 years old when this started.

As my Papa tells it, my little aunt started waking up in the middle of the night very regularly. She would complain that ‘the red lights’ woke her up. As I have stated before, my grandfather was a fire captain and an ex marine, so after a week or so of this he decided to sleep in the room to solve the mystery of what was waking his daughter up. She was too young to articulate what she was seeing to him other than a ‘bright red light would wake her up.’

He laid down on the floor and waited while she when to sleep. At about 1:20a (which was always the most active time in Hell House) he was woken from brief slumber by a small, bright, red orb that he said flitted in from the window that faced the woods and started darting in circles around the room.

They never denied my aunt when she wanted to sleep in their room for fear of the light in the red room. I would become all too familiar with the red room myself… But that’s for another time.

Hell House: Fires in the Forest

When I was a kid my grandma lived in Hell House. All of the toys were in the Red Room, but sometimes I was just too scared to stay in there, so one night I was poking around the back room going through my grandma’s things (the back room was a storage room for my mom and aunt’s things and it was fun to look through.) I was looking through a box when something outside the window caught my eye.

The forest sat dark and imposing out the window, and usually it was simply an imposing black expanse behind the glass. This time there was a bright pinprick of light that looked like a large bonfire glowing over the trees. Smoke rose high into the sky. I grabbed my mom to show her and she got very upset and made me play in the living room for the rest of the night.

It would be a good decade until I found out why that fire made my mom’s face flush pale, but that is a story for another time.

Hell House: The Doors

After moving into Hell House in 1968, they very quickly began to realize there was something not quite right with the house. Around Christmas time that year, they began to wake up every night with the house extremely cold. Without fail they would find the front door wide open. At first my grandfather (who I have called ‘Papa’ all my life) thought it was my mom sleep walking. After about a week of this, and being unable to catch the door opener in the act, my Papa decided he needed to do something. Being a fire captain and an ex-marine, he was a practical, get it done type who wanted to solve the mystery.

He decided that he would sleep in the entryway. The house was built with a divider that separated the entryway from the rest of the living room that was only wide enough for the door. He slept with his head facing the door and his feet sticking out into the living room. When laying this way, it would be impossible to open the door without bonking him in the head.

He woke up freezing in the morning. The door was open against his back. The wind blew on his head. Once he admitted that he had no clue what was happening, it stopped.

My Childhood: Frogs at the Vaile

This was a terrifying night at my favorite haunted site. It was 2000, and my mom decided to take me, my brother, and one of my school friends who was staying the night on a spooky drive without my dad. We started at the Vaile Mansion and parked in the lot so we could walk around the house grounds at night. I was walking ahead with my friend, talking and giggling, approaching the front of the house, when we heard a tree frog croak.

Then another tree frog answered from the trees. It was dark over there. Then the front tree frog croaked again and the one in the tree answered. My mom, who was several paces behind us. Called out “Girls,” and electricity shot down my spine. Her voice was filled with dread and immediately I stopped and turned back to her. She waved emphatically for us to get back to the van, now, with her other hand raise with a finger to her lips. We ran quietly.

Mom floored it and whipped around to the front of the house. There we saw a man dressed in dark clothing crouching behind the bushes at the front, and a man in similar gear leaning against the tree we had heard the croak from. My mom drove so fast I thought we would crash. She explained to us that she noticed that the croaks were identical and figured out it was a recording of frogs, not a real frog, and knew we were in danger. She called the police once we were a safe enough distance away hat she could calm down and think. To this day I heavily question the validity of natural sounds when I hear them repeated or answering each other, and listen for variances in tone or melody before letting my guard down.

My Childhood: Vaile’s Revenge

My parents were really cool and enjoyed taking us kids on what they called “Spooky Drives.” This entailed loading up on protective items like crosses, holy water, and garlic, and taking drives along haunted roads, taking walks in cemeteries, and always my favorite, the Vaile Mansion. I always took these spooky drives very seriously, and was always reverent and respectful to the dead and spirits around us, but my brother however liked to show off how bad he could be to our parents. “No,” was an invitation, and ghosts were not a threat to him… Yet.

That night we went on a spooky drive. Our first stop was a local cemetery whose name I can’t remember. There were some raised graves with big stone lids that my brother decided to climb onto and do a little dance. I knew then that there would be consequences, and could feel the negative energy rise.

We had to call the night off early because at the next stop, the Vaile, my brother ran up to the door and kicked it. Not a second after he kicked that door, vomit came spraying out of his mouth and nose in a violent torrent. His head swam with a sudden migraine and he doubled over from the pain of his head and the burning liquid being rejected from his wee body. Having become terribly ill out of nowhere, we had to take him home. He was sick for days. To this day he feels like it was the house that made him sick, and he has treated it and all paranormal sites or graves with respect.

Hell House: Nails in the Door

The summer of 2002 my grandma died, my parents moved us into her house and began making repairs, gutting it of her things, and redecorating. One day during this process my dad pulled me and my mom down into the basement to show us what our grandma had done to the back door. It was nailed shut all the way around the 3 sides that weren’t hinged, with at least 50 nails. After some discussion, Dad decided to remove the nails.

A few months later he got tired of waking up to find the back door wide open and the dog barking out at the forest, so he got a deadbolt lock for the door… It didn’t work. He ended up needing three deadbolts and a bracer to keep that door from opening on its own. To this day I still have nightmares of walking into the basement to find the back door open and the forest’s vines and branches reaching in with a deep breathing and drumming sound. I have this nightmare at least once a week.

Hell House: Ticking Clocks

As I mentioned in Red Rom Part 3, I had chosen to take my grandma’s room when my parents decided to move into her house less than a week after she died. The first night we slept in her house, it was still filled to the brim with her food, her things, and her scent. Her room was really creepy, but was the only room that didn’t have any scary stories about it, so that was the room I took. That first night I slept surrounded by her wig heads with faces painted on them and boxes filled with reeking perfume bottles.

But the worst thing was the fact that she had at least ten ticking clocks in her room, on the wall, on shelves, on the floor, and in boxes. These clocks did not tick in unison, so the room was filed with a constant uneven clicking nightmare. The next morning I puled all her things out of the room and found all the clocks. I thought my grandma was mad to sleep with so many clocks, and it was so nice to sit in the room without the ticking… At first.

The second night I slept with my light on because as soon as the sun set and the room went dark, the ticking continued. One solid ticking clock still ticked. Loudly. When the light was on though, the room was silent. I showed my parents and their answer was to just leave the light on, or bring the clocks back in. I realized that grandma had all those clocks to hide the fact that the room ticked all on its own. After those two nights I always had ONE clock in there ticking to hide the fact that I had moved into a nightmare.

Hell House: Demonic Dreams

In 1995, when I was four, my nightmares began. I remember having nightmares from my birthday every night until halfway through kindergarten, so that would have been almost two years of constant nightmares. And these nightmares were strange. I remember they mostly involved my grandma’s house; Hell House. The first nightmare I ever had is still seared into my memory.

I was standing at the top of her long dark stairs staring into the basement. For some reason I went down the stairs. I remember they were super tall, cuz I was a wee child. When I got to the bottom, the door above was just a little square of light high above me. In the basement I heard deep voices doing what I thought at the time was weird singing. In retrospect, it was chanting. Then a puddle of black and purple liquid began to boil and these animated monsters (all scary things were called monsters in my home because my mom wanted to keep me safe from the scarier parts of life) crawled out of the floor. I ran to the stairs but they were too tall to climb, so I turned to the monsters and stood my ground.

“What kind of monster are you?” I asked them.

They replied “Demon,” and I snapped awake. I had never ever had a dream that was scary like that.

It was so jarring I ran to my mom and woke her up by asking her, “Mommy, mommy, what kind of monster is a demon?” My mom was so upset and was certain that my dad had taught the word to me, but he didn’t. I learned the word from my very first nightmare.

Hell House: The Red Room Part 3

In June of 2002 my grandma died, and my parents decided to move into Hell House. A choice that changed my life. A little over a week after her death, I was asked which bedroom I wanted to be my room. I didn’t want the back room, since it was where I had seen the bonfires through the window, and didn’t want to sleep with the forest facing me. And I wasn’t going to spend 5 minutes in the Red Room, let alone sleep in there every night, so I finally decided to take the front room. The room my grandma had slept in until the cancer forced her to sleep at the hospital. My brother ended up  in the back room, and my parents took the already feared Red Room.

The first night I had to sleep in her bed surrounded by her things and her smells. I was 11, and was beginning to want my privacy, so I tried sleeping with the door shut. I fell asleep in my dead grandma’s bedding and woke up a few hours later. It was really dark, and the room was filled with the sound of ticking clocks (that’s another story.) From beneath the closed door a deep red glow shone bright, the only light I could see. I soon gained my courage to open the door and see what was happening.

The house was dark and silent save for the clocks. My parent’s door was propped open a few feet and the bright red light shimmered and dashed past the doorway. I looked at one of the clocks. 1.20am. I laid back in bed and stared at the doorway waiting for the red light to come down the hall and, ikd, kill me? Ever since then I never slept with the door closed, and I watched the time like a hawk. If I was still awake near 1.20am I waited the horror out until it calmed down and I no longer saw anything. I never hid under covers, somehow NOT being able to see what was behind the door or the covers was worse to me than wide eyes watching it like a hawk. Over the many years we lived there I would see my parents’ room light up red at least once every few months, but it was always more active in Hell House during August. In August the Red Room lit up almost every night. I never got used to it. The sight of that red glow always filled me with dread.

Hell House: The Red Room Part 2

One of my mother’s favorite ghost stories is the Red Room, partially because of what her sister experienced, but mostly because of what I experienced when I was two years old, so this must have been in 1993. She was pregnant with my brother, and decided to spend the night with grandma, who had lived alone in Hell House for years. At that time, the red room had been repurposed as a nursery for me, and my soon to be brother. This was where I was laid down to sleep in a baby bed while my mom and grandma had coffee and chitchat at the kitchen table.

To mom’s surprise, I toddled into the kitchen at around 1:30a and asked her to tellthe bright lights in the room to leave me alone. Mom and grandma shared a terrified look and piled all of us into my mom’s van and we all spent the night in our first house, which had no paranormal activity at all, instead.

Carrie by Stephen King