Tell a ghost story

[The Funslinger]

Simple, know a good ghost/horror story? Share it with your fellow escapists, and comment on the ones posted.

Mine:

Two boys were camping in the middle of a field. It was three in the morning. One of the boys was incredibly tired, and turned off their battery powered lamp, lying back in his sleeping bag. A few minutes later, he was just drifting off when he heard a growling. "Quit fucking around and go to sleep." He grumbled. The other boy's voice cut through the darkness. "Quick, turn the light on!"
"No, man, I'm tired. Just go to sleep."
"I'm serious, turn the light on, please!"
"Whatever it is, it can wait 'til morning, I'm going to bed."

The two boys argued for a few minutes, until the tired boy ignored the other and fell asleep. When morning came, he opened his eyes, blinking at the morning sun. He looked over. His friend's sleeping bag was stained with blood, and empty. There was a huge tear in one wall of the tent. On the other, scrawled in blood read the words: "He told you you should have turned the light on."

 

[ashglent]

The last man on earth sat in his house. He heard a knock on the door.

haha i know if i was that guy wouls still ask who is it

 

[TheYellowCellPhone]

I always have a special place in my heart for this story.

Spoiler: Long image is long

Yes, it's a bit long, but a creepypasta can be considered a ghost story.

 

[Brandon237]

The last man on earth sat in his house. He heard a knock on the door.

That one gave me chills the first time I thought[/b[ about it, I have to sleep now, and the scary thread kept me up for hours. And I was ninja'd. What a day

 

[DrunkDonut]

Michael bay wants to make a movie about ...........................Himslef scary storie right there

 

[LethalBargi]

... and Hektor ran and ran but the rush of memories kept chasing him "I don't want you he said" but still the approached till he was engulfed by them and His body seered with pain from within his bones to the tips of every body hair...
he woke up in his bed looking around at the ceiling he was happy it was just a dream, he looked to his left and so a woman with dark hair, he brushed off her hair to find out it was his mother!
He screamed in terror and she woke up saying "calm down love what's the matter" he kept stammering "ma ma mam moth mother?!?" and shouted again the door opened and his sister walked in "whats going on?" she said Hektor jumped over his alleged mother and hugged his sister saying "sister whats mom doing in bed with me?" "sister? mom? Hektor that's your wife Amanda and I'm your mother!" Hektor Froze completely and fainted, "hektor...HEktor..HEKTOR" and Hektor woke up with a splash of cold water on his face and he noticed a familiar face "Oh Father i had a bad dream thank god you're here..." and Hektor felt a great big slap on his face "I'M YOUR SISTER! CANT YOU SEE THAT MY GOD YOU COULD BE RUDE BY WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE SO MEAN" and with that Hektor fainted again...

 

[TheIronRuler]

Michael bay wants to make a movie about ...........................Himslef scary storie right there

Oh no!
It's the "M. knight shyamalan" Curse!
Run for your lives if you don't want Lady in the Water 2 !

 

[Dalek Caan]

The small boy, beaten and exhausted, ran for his life. He could hear them behind him and was to terrified to turn around and he couldn't face the nightmare that followed him. He could still see his mother being torn apart in his mind by the creatures who had seemingly appeared from the shadows. He finally made it back to his house, tires, frightened and alone. He heard them at the door, banging and crashing against it, intent on finding there prey. He went upstairs, knowing his time had come, and decided to play one last game of Left 4 Dead on his 360. He took solace in the irony of it all. As he plugged it in and turned it on it became deathly quiet. Then all of a sudden......................RED RING!!!!! "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH........." The small boy cried as he saw the evil with his eyes.
Then the creatures of evil entered his room, and left with full stomachs, content, for now.

*Evil Cackle*
Did I do good?

 

[The Funslinger]

I always have a special place in my heart for this story.

Spoiler: Long image is long

Yes, it's a bit long, but a creepypasta can be considered a ghost story.

that is fucking awesome

 

[Daverson]

They say the old caretaker of this place went absolutely crazy. Chopped up his entire staff... Of robots! All of them, robots. They say at night, you can still hear the screams... of their replicas! All of them functionally indistinguishable from the originals. No memory of the incident, no one knows what they're screaming about.

Absolutely terrifying.

Though, obviously not paranormal, in any meaningful way.

 

[TheIronRuler]

They say the old caretaker of this place went absolutely crazy. Chopped up his entire staff... Of robots! All of them, robots. They say at night, you can still hear the screams... of their replicas! All of them functionally indistinguishable from the originals. No memory of the incident, no one knows what they're screaming about.

Absolutely terrifying.

Though, obviously not paranormal, in any meaningful way.

That's the first story to ever make me laugh and scared at the same time.

 

[eyesonflux]

I really wish I had left that fucking light switch alone. Who would have thought the flick of a switch could mean the difference between life and death. Actually everyone?s thought that. That?s why I turned it on. Stupid little rituals that we take from childhood. The light will chase the monsters away, the blanket over your head will save you from the boogie man. And you just get more of these rituals as you get older. As long as you lock the doors and turn on the home security system, you can rest your head happily in your cozy little fortified home. No killers or psychos, monsters or boogie men.

But it doesn?t work. None of it. We always slip up some how. The one time you forget to lock that door. That?s when they get you. I would have been sound asleep if I hadn?t been woken by the loud slam as the front door blew open. I stumbled out of bed and down the hall to see it swinging back and forth. I moved quickly down the hall to secure it. A moment of panic swelled inside of me. My home felt like a crime scene. It wasn?t my safe little sanctum anymore.

Despite the overwhelming feeling of intrusion, there was no sign of disruption. Just the door. Just my careless mistake. I couldn?t comprehend it at first. It had to be a burgler or some psycho. I looked around the rest of the house. Checking every cupboard, every crevice. Nothing. I felt stupid but relieved. I just wanted to get back to bed, to forget this whole embarrassment. I flung myself back down on my bed, closed my eyes for just a second. I sat back up. There was no way I?d fall asleep unless I double-checked that I locked the door this time. I mean I was sure I had done it this time but I felt this was justified paranoia.

I got to the door and twisted the handle roughly about a dozen times, each time feeling the resistance of the lock. I smiled. Safe. I turned on my heels to go back to bed. But it was just a glimpse, a flicker of something in my peripheral vision that sent me swinging back into a panic. A shadow from the kitchen. I rushed in only to be confronted by my normal kitchen, bathed in moonlight. I sighed, questioned my sanity and decided that this, the longest night of my life must end. I went towards the bedroom once more. Another odd shadow crossed my path. As a shiver travelled down my spine, my tired mind braced apathetic denial and decided that it was probably the neighbours cat passing by the moonlit window.

I sat wide awake in my bed. Trying to lull myself to sleep. Counting in my head until I might eventually nod off. But everytime I closed my eyes that feeling of intrusion was still there. The hands of something unseen looming above my head. Every creak and every shadow filled my mind with the dread of my childhood. Those nights after being tucked in by my parents. Those same fearful thoughts of lurking terror. But it was nothing? right? More creaks. More movement in the shadows. I turned and pushed my face into the pillow. I felt something brush passed my foot which stuck awkwardly out from under my blanket.

I jolted upright, looking deeply into the darkness. Swirling shadows. The monsters. The boogie men. I felt around sheepishly for my phone. The dull light of the screen could put me at ease. Nothing on the nightstand and when my fingers roamed around the edge of the bed, instinctively I retracted them for fear of the unknown. I was alone but in the shadows I saw them, the monsters. Inky abominable beasts.

It was the only thing I thought could help me. I lunged from the bed directly at the switch. My palm slammed down on it and the room erupted into light. My eyes burned momentarily and I glanced round the room. Empty. Safe. Just paranoia. I shook my head and hit the switch once more. Climbing into bed in the pitch black. No shadows without my nightvision. But now I hear them. I can?t see them now. I don?t know what they want but I know I can?t leave. The rituals have failed. They?re on the other side of this blanket and all I can do now is hope that they?re gone in the morning.

//
Credited to Chris Stewart

creepy pasta has some great stories.

 

[Artina89]

This story always scares me, and the person narrating it has the right voice for this story:


This one I always find unsettling as well: