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David_G

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I?ve always had a terrible fear of being submerged completely in water. Not that I can?t swim or anything. My dad made me learn; he said I almost drowned when I was really young.

I was afraid of it because, for as long as I remember, whenever I am under water and look up at the surface I see a woman reaching down to me with a warm smile, with glowing golden hair and dark blue eyes. Even if it?s just in a bathtub. It always happened, it was just normal for me, but I never got used to it.

It was unnerving, but also soothing at the same time. She always made me feel like it was okay. I still avoided it though, because I was just a kid and it was really freaky.

I never told my dad about it as a kid, but I did ask him about my mom. He never wanted to talk about her. Sometimes he even got mad at me for trying too hard to bring it up.

It was only recently that I described this apparition to him. He nearly drove into a telephone pole; obviously he knew something. I asked him, again, about my mom. He still wouldn?t say much, except that she died when I was very young and that she loved me very much. He also admitted that her hair and eyes were those colors, just like mine.

So I did some research on my own, looking up her name for myself on my birth certificate and trying to find any references I could, any news clips about a boy nearly drowning, any thing. I mostly wanted a picture, something I could match to my guardian angel.

Today, buried in our town library, I found it.

WINCHESTER: Marie Withie, 28, drowned to death yesterday evening after climbing a razerwire fence and fleeting to a nearby reservoir. A funeral is scheduled by her family for the 25th. Marie was institutionalized just six months ago, after being found ?not guilty? of attempted murder on grounds of insanity. Her husband Daniel Withie had acted quickly enough to rescue their infant child when she was found trying to drown him in a bathtub.
 

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Kinda long so in the spoiler box she goes. This story is entirely true, by the way. I find myself feeling unnerved by the memory even as I write it.
There I am, lying in my room, at about 1AM. I have my door open, light comes in from the hallway (I had a slight fear of the dark until recently). Everyone else is in bed.
I hear a banging sound. Logically, I figure that it's coming from outaide perhaps, I don't know, some drunkard banging on his front door. I try to ignore it.
Suddenly, it steps up a notch, getting louder and closer. I start to feel uneasy when I realise that it must be coming from inside the house. I wonder if perhaps one of my brothers is being stupid having woken up or something.
Another increase in noise. I realise it can't be either of them, I've heard no footsteps. The sound is clearly coming from the one room in the house where there's no chance anyone would be. The master bedroom.
Cautiously, I decide to step to my doorway and make sure my guess on the sound is entirely correct. As I do so, the sound gets even louder and even closer. Almost as if something is banging each closet door in that room, one at a time, gettign closer to the door (The room had a LOT of cupboards). Admittedly, at this point, I'm rigid with fear.
Suddenly, the loudest banging yet occurs, right next to the door. I want to run at this point, but hell, I can't. Far too scared. I know this room has to be empty. We avoid it like the plague, it's the room where my mother died, some 3 weeks before. It seems wrong to go in there. My brothers are both in their rooms and my father is asleep downstairs.
And as I watch the door, a final, hard bang can be heard. This time right on the door. I even observe the door shake. I utter a little scream and scurry back into my room, wherein I hide under the covers and sit there shuddering for almost an hour where my nerves finally calm enough to let me lie down and try to sleep.
I never worked out a logical explanation as to WHY it happened. All I know is it scared the shit out of me. Doesn't help that I've had stuff like this happen around me before, too. Once I could have sworn a hand grabbed my ankle while I was sitting happily in my room on the PC, and a red mark appeared there, too. And another time I was lying in bed at my grandads, while he was asleep...and the door to the room next to mine slip open of it's own accord. A heavy wooden door, so no chance of it being the wind. Never quite as terrifying as this, though.
My great-grandfarther died 18 months before I was born, but I still smell pipe smoke from time to time. The only person who smokes in my family at the moment is my uncle who's in the British Army, my great-grandfarther is the only persone in my family who used a pipe. The pipe tobacco my great-grandfarther uses has quite a distict smell.
Apparently, the day that my grandparent's got word that I had been born my great-grandfarther's marching out cane flew of the wall and half way across the room.
One time, when my great-gandmother went to visit my grandparents the photo's on the wall began to shake, my grandmother says "It's all right dad. She's only visiting for a few days." and the shaking stops. My great-gandparents had always said that they'd live in the house that they'd bought untill the end. I've also heard some of my instruments being played, both my great-grandfarther and I are musicians.
 

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You've never told me of that before Matt...

The moving picture gifs. Holy freaking Christ! Pasta! Those have given me need to change my trousers. Twice. Please stop it. Or spoiler them. Or both...

Some of this is actually pretty...I dunno, weird. But, also exciting - why is we find specific images frightening?

[spoiler - the hands!]
There is one story I've read - that when I read it (aged 9) in the Horrible Histories book, scared me shitless. I couldn't sleep for weeks. There is a road in the North Yorkshire Moores, haunted by 'hands'. They attacked motorists. Grabbing the wheel/controls and sending the vehicles off course. Atleast 3 deaths had been attributed to them. Sadly I can't remember much more. If anyone else does...
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Holy crap. Some of these stories are just downright spooky. The jumpy stuff scares me unless I've seen it before but damn some of these pictures. Brr. Shivers. Here are spookyish stories which are just bizarre and actually happened to me.

When I was 14, I woke up outside in the middle of winter. Ok I must have sleep walked right. Well all the doors and windows to the house were closed and locked and my tracks in the snow started 12-16 feet away from the house. It has yet to be explained and it still scares the shit out of me thinking about it.

When I was 15, I went out to help my friend take care of his families cattle. They kept getting scarred and stressed at night so we thought maybe some city kids or animal was spooking them(turned out it was a neighbor scarring coyotes away from his chickens but nevermind that). So we went out at night to see if we could find this and as we were worried it could be animals we took guns. his dad and him took quads but since I am afraid of quads(don't ask) I rode on horseback because then I have an extra set of senses. Anyways after about 2 hours of looking to the North i head back towards the slough(small pond) and call them over the radio to meet me there. So as I crest the hill I see something by the waters edge and my horse stops dead and refuses to move. I dismount and look through my scope to see what it is. As I focus the scope the figure of a person comes into view and they look like they are crying. Naturally as this is the pitch of night only moon sliver is giving light I go to see if they are hurt and why they are miles away from any road. When I'm about within 50m I call out.
"Hey, Are you ok? Can I help you?"
Within 3 seconds I noticed these things
1)I hear no noise from her
2)It's a she
3)It has no eyes and a dislocated jaw
Soon as I finished saying can I help you she leapt to her feet and screamed. So loud and unearthly and soul shivering. I stumbled back and in fear fired a shot wildly. Next thing I remeber is the headlights of 2 quads and my friend and his dad trying to pry the gun out of my hands. I bent the trigger and left my finger nail makes into the wood. They only heard the shot and saw the horse tearing away in the direction of the horse. But they recorded me saying over the radio.
"Hey, Are you ok? can I help you?"
"no"
 

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Those pokemon and spongebob stories were pretty good.

Also, that dog photo creeps me out, always has.
 

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Oh, forgot to contribute..................here you go...............



Ha ha ha!
 

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This is one of the best creepypasta I've read in recent times:

I've been lying down for hours now. It's 5:35 AM and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part about my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but look back and try not to scream. Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's the strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear.

Here's the thing. The second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm completely fucked. I will die and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out but the only idea I have is to rush for the door and run outside the front door and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die. He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece.

You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes.

About three hours ago, I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check on the noise before realizing I had to use the restroom. Instead of doing the smart thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could've gotten myself killed right then for my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peak outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. I got very worried and ran back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the pussy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, that it was just some really vivid dream or something.

But I heard my bedroom door open. Like the terrified child I was, I peeked from under my blankets to see what was going on. I could see something dragging my dead parents into the room. It was not human, I can tell you that. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my parents. But this thing was much smarter than any caveman. It was aware of what it was doing.

It propped my dad up on the edge of my bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. It then started rubbing its hands upon the walls, staining them with blood and then drew a circle with the devil's pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece. To finish it off, it scribbled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness.

It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.

The scariest thing is now, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness since then and I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at it, because it's terrifying to think about. But I feel I need to see, before I'm killed.

I peek at the creature's masterpiece.

"I know you're awake."

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I never liked doors. There was always something about doors that freaked me out. When they were open, I felt exposed. When they were closed, I felt a bit safer, yet nervous about what was on the other side. So I often lock my doors and the doors that lead outside of my small rural house have plenty of windows. I've told people about this phobia, I guess you could call it that, before. They've rationalized it, saying "It's like how some people aren't afraid of the dark, but what the dark hides". Yes, that makes sense. I guess, ever since I was a kid, I always imagined watching one open on its own and a monster would come out and get me. Even now and again into my teen years did this happen. It was always a door, never through a window, never out of a dark hallway or corner, but a door. The knob would turn, the hinges would creak and out came a creature of utter blackness and it would take me away, kill me or whatever monsters did. That is why I hated this particular door.

This door was tall, nearly eight feet tall and about three feet wide. It was black, jet black. I didn't like it. It was big, dark, and in my bedroom. I never used this door often. I kept some old clothes behind that door on racks. Suits, ties, dress pants, just some random formal stuff I hardly used. I was just a cook so I never really needed them unless I needed a job. Luckily I was able to stay with this diner for a long time. I haven't opened that door for five years. I often wonder why I never got rid of it. If I didn't like it, why keep it? Well I guess because it just seemed silly. It seemed silly to get rid of a door just because of some childhood fears. I was a big boy now, I'm not supposed to be afraid of the dark or the boogeyman.

"Heh, yeah." I rapped my knuckle against the door as I stood in front of it, "I'm not afraid of you. You're just a big piece of wood. All you got behind you are some old clothes that probably don't even fit me anymore." I tried to laugh away my concern as I looked at the door. It seemed to tower over me, two small panels at the top of the door seemed to angle down at me. For a moment I felt like it was looking right at me. I tried to laugh again, but I couldn't quite muster the humor. Instead I gave it another rap and walked off. I had things to do, get ready for work, bills to pay, and people to see. I didn't have time to be afraid of a door.

A couple of nights went by after I 'mocked' the door. The feeling of being looked down on didn't leave for the rest of the week. For some reason I just felt
I think you'll like this one, just read the whole thing. I never liked doors. There was always something about doors that freaked me out. When they were open, I felt exposed. When they were closed, I felt a bit safer, yet nervous about what was on the other side. So I often lock my doors and the doors that lead outside of my small rural house have plenty of windows. I've told people about this phobia, I guess you could call it that, before. They've rationalized it, saying "It's like how some people aren't afraid of the dark, but what the dark hides". Yes, that makes sense. I guess, ever since I was a kid, I always imagined watching one open on its own and a monster would come out and get me. Even now and again into my teen years did this happen. It was always a door, never through a window, never out of a dark hallway or corner, but a door. The knob would turn, the hinges would creak and out came a creature of utter blackness and it would take me away, kill me or whatever monsters did. That is why I hated this particular door. This door was tall, nearly eight feet tall and about three feet wide. It was black, jet black. I didn't like it. It was big, dark, and in my bedroom. I never used this door often. I kept some old clothes behind that door on racks. Suits, ties, dress pants, just some random formal stuff I hardly used. I was just a cook so I never really needed them unless I needed a job. Luckily I was able to stay with this diner for a long time. I haven't opened that door for five years. I often wonder why I never got rid of it. If I didn't like it, why keep it? Well I guess because it just seemed silly. It seemed silly to get rid of a door just because of some childhood fears. I was a big boy now, I'm not supposed to be afraid of the dark or the boogeyman. "Heh, yeah." I rapped my knuckle against the door as I stood in front of it, "I'm not afraid of you. You're just a big piece of wood. All you got behind you are some old clothes that probably don't even fit me anymore." I tried to laugh away my concern as I looked at the door. It seemed to tower over me, two small panels at the top of the door seemed to angle down at me. For a moment I felt like it was looking right at me. I tried to laugh again, but I couldn't quite muster the humor. Instead I gave it another rap and walked off. I had things to do, get ready for work, bills to pay, and people to see. I didn't have time to be afraid of a door. A couple of nights went by after I 'mocked' the door. The feeling of being looked down on didn't leave for the rest of the week. For some reason I just felt watched by the door. I lay in bed one night, parallel to the door, and stared at it. The door was hidden in the darkness, with only its brass knob to let me know it never moved. I stared for some time, looking directly at it. I felt like I was in a staring contest with the door. We just looked at each other, waiting for the other to make a move. We waited until one of us broke the stare, we tried to intimidate the other. We stared for a long time before I finally blinked. When I did blink I expected the door to suddenly swing open and reveal some sort of monster. Nothing happened, the door simply stood there, looking at me, looming over me. A chill ran down my spine and I finally turned away. I went to sleep, but not after several glances back at the door.

I woke up that morning with a headache. My head pounded like a death metal drum solo. I groaned, it hurt like a son of a *****. I pressed my hands on the bed to feel something warm dampen my hands. I opened my eyes. There on my pillow and down onto the white sheets was a pool of blood. I sat up, tearing my face away from the pillow. It was sticky from the dried blood. When I examined the sheets closer I saw drops falling from my nose. I had a bloody nose, of course. I quickly stood up from my bed and ran to the bathroom with my head up like some sort of super snob. Ya know, the kind where they even look down on God. Anyway I ran in and looked at myself in the mirror. The left half of my face, mostly the cheek and mouth area, was dark red and brown and two streams of blood still dripped from nose. I held it up again, this time feeling around the bathroom for some toilet paper. I found some and quickly plugged my nose up in a hurry. The toilet paper stopped the blood and I was able to sigh in relief. I felt dizzy though and when the crisis ended, my headache decided to take center stage again. With another groan I wandered into my bedroom and called in sick. I couldn't go to work like this. I called my boss, and with the toilet paper in my nose, I sounded more convicting. He told me to call someone and so I called Fred, he's a good shit.

"Hello?" Came up his voice. I must've just woke him up.

"Hey, Fred. It's Josh. Listen man, I'm feeling like shit and I need you to come in for me, alright?" There was a silence on the phone. He was probably nodding. Fred had a stupid tendency to do that, like he thought the phone had video or something. Finally he responded.

"Yeah, yeah sure." He said with a yawn.

"Thanks man, I'll take Friday for ya, if you'd like."

"I would like that, Josh. Thanks."

"Yeah, I'll talk to ya later." I hung up. There, I had the day to get cleaned up and my head to feel better. As I laid my phone back on the base I noticed something odd. There was a sheet missing from my bed. Figuring I just kicked it off as I slept, I took a look around the bed. Nothing. Not under the bed, not behind it, not around it. I looked all over and couldn't find it. With a sigh I sat down on the bloody bed. What a day, and I just woke up. My headache pounded as I tried to think, tried to calm down. I felt like crap, but I also felt nervous for some reason. A bloody nose and a headache then my sheet is gone. I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. What a fucking day. Then I looked up, intent on some aspirin
and I noticed something else. My closet door wasn't closed all the way. I could tell because the latch rested on the outside of the frame. Now I was really freaking out.

I stood up, in nothing but my boxers and approached the door. I reached for the handle. I looked up at those two panels and again, they seemed to angle down at me, staring me dead in the eye. I hesitated and took a step back. Why was it open and why was I so scared of it? It was just a door. Nothing to be scared of
I told myself this probably a million times as my hand shook on the knob. The quaking knob made small rattling noises as the latch vibrated against the frame. Finally I took a deep breath, made a tight fist, and swung open the door.

Inside was the five jackets, dress shirts, dress pants, and two pairs of shoes I wear for interviews. They were all aligned and straight on the rack they hung on by their hangers. Just as I had left them five years ago. I looked down and there was my sheet under the coats. It was folded up neatly into a perfect square. One word raced across my mind a thousand times. How? How how how how how how? I didn't know, and I didn't think I wanted to know. Mustering my courage again, I reached down and grabbed the sheet then I shut the door. I must've used more force than usual as the door shut with a small slam. I jumped in response, but I stood my ground otherwise. I looked back up at the two panels and remained still. They looked back. They seemed to be waiting for some sort of response to my findings. Did they want praise, fear, scolding? What was I do to? Should I tell it how much it scared me and how terrible of a trick it was? I looked up at it. It looked back. I never moved from where I was until around 10 am.

The day pressed on. I was downstairs, cleaned up and my headache was gone. I was sitting on my couch watching TV. I was watching a documentary. It was about the civil war and how Sherman marched through Atlanta burning all in his path. Next to me in a chair was the sheet I found in the closet. I didn't take the time to put them back on the bed, nor did I take the bloody sheets and pillow to be washed. I didn't intent to sleep up there anyway. Yet it seems my venture to avoid the door was not something I was destined. As a man talked about how Sherman planned to burn Atlanta to the ground I heard something that made my blood run cold. A loud slam echoed through the emptiness of my house. It was a fierce slam, like someone who was running for their life would slam a door in front of a killer. Or like how a child looking for attention would slam their parent's door. I jumped up from the couch and look up the stairs leading to my room. The slam echoed in my ears a few times as I gazed up, unable to move. I was not just scared anymore. I was terrified. Something was in my house, something hid behind that door. And that something wanted my attention.

"Hello?" I called out. I wasn't sure how I was able to muster the courage to call out into the empty house. I wasn't even sure why I thought I'd get answer. I didn't and the house was silent once again. My nerves were not settled however. I took a few steps forward, my socks whispering on the pale carpet. I stopped and nothing continued to happen. I licked my lips, they were incredibly dry. I then jogged. I couldn't believe how fast I decided to see the door. My body felt like on autopilot as I skipped up steps to my room. I flew past the bathroom and suddenly found myself at the doorway leading to my room. I looked around the corner. There was the door. It was shut tight, no latch left out. I stepped into my room. I stepped slowly, cautiously. Those two panels watched my every move like the eyes of a hawk, or that of a demon. I looked at them as I continued. Every few steps I paused to listen and watch. Nothing happened. Then I was at the door. I looked up at the panels again. This time something else caught my eye. It was a long streak. The door was covered with them, but this one was larger than the rest. The streak extended between the two panels and curved. It was smiling at me.

I was downstairs again. This time with a beer in my hands, the quilt over me, and my head on the arm of the couch. The time was 11:30pm. I was watching a movie. One of the Die Hards I think it was. I sat, my eyes blank and my body cold. I was very cold now. I even wore my jacket under the quilt and I was still shivering. I was probably actually very scared, yet I didn't feel all that scared. Just cold. I watched as explosions came off the screen, as gunfire was passed back and forth between Bruce Willis and some terrorists. I watched, my body shivering yet still. I took a drink of the beer only every ten minutes, on the minute. I watched
nd waited. I knew I was waiting for something. For the door to do something, yet I couldn't leave. I didn't feel the need yet. I felt distant, actually. I felt like I was watching myself watch TV. I only ever came back to the present whenever the ten minutes came up. I watched TV and kept an ear out for something.

At 12:00 midnight, just as I drank my beer I heard what I was waiting for. The walls shook, the ground quaked, and my heart stopped. There was another loud slam, oh, but it wasn't over yet. That slam was followed by another, and another, and another. The pace was slow at first, but it picked up quickly. It was almost like listening to a giant smash against a wall over and over again. My body moved faster than I ever thought I could, yet I remember every moment. My hair standing up, my legs kicking off the quilt, my hands grabbing the keys to my car. My head turning to the stairs. The slamming continued throughout the process. I ran out the door, I ran to my car. Then I drove away. I drove so fast, so fast to get away from the slamming. It continued in my head. Pounding, over and over and over again. It just wouldn't stop. I couldn't concentrate. I just heard the slamming of my closet door over and over again, like a jackhammer. It pierced my mind and broke my sanity. I began to laugh and laughed even louder as I watched a pair of headlights rush into my car.
 

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Acording to Madmechanic, this thread is becoming unscary. I shall fix this! I don't how many of you are familliar with the Bloody Mary legends, but here goes...
Ashley writes:

Bloody Mary was Mary Tudor, Queen of England, and daughter of King Henry the 8th and Catherine of Aragon. All her life, she was a mean brat to her little sister, Elizabeth and her brother Edward VI. She did not like them at all and was very jealous. When Edward VI died, she became Queen Mary of England. She was hated all over for changing the religion in England from Protestant to Roman Catholic. She mass-murdered over 100 Protestant leaders, earning her name as "Bloody Mary".

And yes, I have seen Bloody Mary. My friends and I decided to try it out. This is what we did:

1) We went into the bathroom.

2) Turned out the lights.

3) Ran the water.

4) Spun around 3 times saying "Bloody Mary."

5) Closed our eyes and held hands until we heard anything. (not saying this way is right or wrong, we just did it like that.)

There was a low 'thump' and we opened our eyes. There was a bloody dark-haired girl covered in blood. But it was very very dark, so very hard to tell. All she did was look at us, like an image painted on the mirror. Then we got scared and turned on the light, and whatever it was, was gone.

This is the true story of Bloody Mary.

Nikki writes:

The legend of it here in Jackson, Michigan goes like this: A long time ago there was a little girl named Mary. She must have gotten in an accident because she went into a coma. At this time doctors didn't know what a coma was, so they thought she was dead. They buried her alive! Every night Mary's mother thought that she heard a scream coming from Mary's grave, but no one believed her.

Finally one day Mary's mother convinced them to dig up her grave. When they did, they found scratches on the top of the coffin and Mary's fingernails were all bloody. There are many different things that I have heard that will happen when you say "Bloody Mary" in the mirror. The most popular one here is that you will see Mary in the mirror walking down a case of stairs. She may be holding a knife. If she is, you must turn on the lights or she'll kill you. Also she could be holding a rose or teddy bear, and then she won't kill you.

Mary's "so called" grave is also here in Jackson. I have been to it. It's out in the woods and you have to walk through a lot of trails to get there. When you finally do, you have to walk up a big hill and there is a big tombstone on top that just says Mary. There are also other tombstones, too. Mary's grave was removed recently because the coffins were beginning to stick out of the ground.

Matty writes:

This is a very touchy subject for me. The whole Bloody Mary thing is true, for I truthfully know it is. This took place in a small town called Newport, MI, just north of Monroe. On June 22, 1999, in the Monroe Evening Newspaper, there?s an article about my best friend, Mike. We were only thirteen at the time, you know the age of curiosity and the first time hearing the legend of Bloody Mary. It was around ten or eleven at night, when the moon is covered by trees, so there?s very little light. We both wanted to try it out, but to this day, I am glad I never went in with him. He went into the bathroom by himself because we thought it wouldn?t work if we both tried it at the same time.

The legend we heard was that you had to light six candles, write 666 on the mirror with anything red (we used lipstick,) and say "Bloody Mary" six times. My friend did these things because we wrote the stuff and lit the candles before we shut the door. I heard him say "Bloody Mary." Nothing happened for ten minutes, he didn?t make any noise and I could still see the lights from the candles under the bathroom door. I didn't think much of it and went downstairs to get something to drink. When I came back, I was a little worried because I could see no candlelight and the bathroom door was locked. I pounded on the door until his dad asked what I was doing.

His dad believed that we accidentally locked the door, so he got his lock-pick set. When he got the lock undone, the door was stuck when we pushed on it. After about fifteen minutes of pushing, there was a thump and when the door opened, my friend was kneeling on the ground and his head was in the sink. My friend died doing this stupid legend. Please, don't any of you make the same mistake.

Lindsey writes:

Almost everyone has heard of this "bloody" woman. Some people fear mirrors because the urban legend of her appearing. The legend is if you say "Bloody Mary" 3-100 times, she appears in the mirror, usually covered with blood. I know most urban legends are fiction, but could this legend be true? I did some research on Mary. I heard she was a light inside the mirror and her bloody image would appear. I read that she would attempt to kill you, she would try to pull you into the mirror world, and she would appear in the dark, then disappear when the lights were turned on.

There were different things you could say for her to appear in different ways. If you say 'Bloody Mary, Bloody baby," she and a baby would appear, covered in blood. If Bloody Mary is real, could Candyman be real? Both can kill people. Some tell this story to scare people. Is there an actually mirror world? You have probably heard about the "mirror world" in cartoons. In the dark you can make yourself believe anything you want, like the monster in the closet. One time my cousin dared me to say "Bloody Mary" three times in the mirror, well I did it and I remember seeing a woman with blonde hair, covered in blood.

Chris writes:

I have actually done "Bloody Mary" and I would just like to say that the only reason it was scary is that the tales are terrifying. My three friends and I were really scared, so we all went into a bathroom together and turned off the lights. We didn't really do it right and light a candle, but when we stared into the mirror, I swear I saw a light in front of me in the mirror. No one else saw it but me. We all screamed and ran out. I heard of Bloody Mary as a different person. I've heard her to be either one of King Henry the 8th's wives who didn't bear a son, so Henry beheaded her, or mother Mary gone bad. I have really done "Bloody Mary" and am alive to tell the story.

Ryan writes:

I'm from Grand Rapids, MI and I've heard about "Bloody Mary", but a different version from the Jackson, Mi story. When I first started playing, it I wasn't clear who this woman was. But later down the road, I had talked to my Mom. She told me it was Mary, Queen of Scotts who was married to King Henry the 8th. She was beheaded because she was believed to be a witch. Actually she was a witch, but he couldn't prove it. It just so happens that I am a descendent from her, my mother also being a witch.

The times I've played the game I haven't seen a light or a woman. The first time I played it, my friend and I saw a tornado coming at us through the mirror. The second time we saw lighting. But when it comes down to getting killed by Mary, I don't know if it can actually happen.... and if it can... I'm not too worried. After all, we are family.

Lauren writes:

My friend and I were in an experimental mood, so we decided to try the "Bloody Mary" version that I heard most often. We stopped at a gas station that had an outdoor restroom and asked if we could use it. We went into it, turned off the lights, splashed water onto the mirror, and spinned around, we said "Bloody Mary" 3 times. Then my friend turned and flushed the toilet, while I stared into the mirror. From what I could see of my reflection in the dark, it started turning into a bright red blob. In amazement, I kept staring. Then my friend started screaming, and we ran out the door in fright. When I could see her face, it was all bloody, like how I saw myself in the mirror. When we cleaned her off, she had small fingernail-type scratches all over her face.

Kelsie writes:

My friend had a slumber party one time and they dared her to do Bloody Mary, you know go into the bathroom turn off the lights, light a candle, chat "Bloody Mary" thirteen times and she will appear. For about 15 minutes, nothing happened. Then we heard her scream and she tried to get out of the bathroom. The door was stuck but it didn't have a lock. When we got her out she was crying and whimpering like a madman. We asked her what happened. She showed us her arms and there were scars there that had never been there before. Tons of them, like 20 scars!!! A few days later they disappeared! She won't tell us what happened or what she saw when we asked her about it. She just looks at us in a hateful way. One time she said she wished it would have been Jenna that did it, because it was Jenna's dare.

Trent writes:

Where I used to live I was about eight or nine years old, Michael, Rudy, and I decided to summon Bloody Mary in an old, abandoned shed. We went in and sat in the center of the floor. We sat in a circle, closed our eyes, and held hands while we summoned Bloody Mary. After a minute or two we could hear things. We stopped and we could see the walls to start spinning and the sounds got louder. We got up, ran away and never returned there. We passed on our story and that's that. About a year later, Rudy moved. After another year passed, I moved, so we were all split up. I think everyone still tells the story about the day we summoned Bloody Mary.

Gwendolyn writes:

Once, a girl named Mary lived in a castle with her step-sister and her step-sister's boy-friend. Mary and her sister hated each other. One day, Mary stole her step-sister's wedding ring and ran away. Her sister sent out guards to find Mary. When they found her, they brought her to the castle of the prince (the step-sister's boyfriend / fiancée). That night when the guards came back with Mary, the step-sister and the prince were sitting in front of the lit fireplace. The step-sister grabbed the ring and threw Mary into the fire. When the fire was out, all that was left of Mary was a part of her throat, the esophagus.

To this day, Mary is still looking for her sister to kill her. Of course, her sister is already dead but her spirit still exists. Go into the bathroom, in front of the mirror. Take a candle with you and light it. Turn off all of the lights except the candle and say her FULL name thirteen times (bloody...) and open your eyes, you might see her. But be careful, because every eight years is FRIDAY the 13th of February and if you ever mention her name in your life, on the 13th she will give you a fright night because that is the night she got killed. The last time that it was a FRIDAY the 13th, was this year, 2004. If you want to talk about Mary, say her name like this: "B-Mary."

Sarah writes:

When I was at a slumber party we would tell stories about "Bloody Mary." Here's one of the memorable ones... There was once a girl named Cassie and a girl named Susan. A friend, Sharon called them and asked "do you want to do Bloody Mary? They said "fine" and went to her house. They began to chant "Bloody Mary." When nothing happened, they decided to go home. On the way, they agreed that Bloody Mary was just a superstition. Later, when Sharon was going to take a bath she went out of the room and when she came back the water was blood. Then, when Cassie woke up at night she saw someone walking down the stairway with a bloody knife. The next morning, their mom came in and found them dead and with scars covering their entire face and a bloody knife in their stomach.

Shaun writes:

About two weeks ago, I heard about "Bloody Mary." At first, I wasn't scared because I am a big horror-fan. I love to try these things. Martijn and Joey spent the night at my place, Martijn being the one who is frightened by horror stories. I dared him to do Bloody Mary in the bathroom and after he gathered some of his guts, he finally did it. When he was finished, we asked if something was happening. We couldn't hear anything, no answer. The door was locked and we couldn't get into the bathroom. Joey and I did everything we could to open that door. After we finally got it open, we didn't see anything, so we turned on the light. When we looked at the shower, we noticed the shower curtains were covered in blood. We opened the curtains and saw him just lying on the floor, full of deep fingernail scratches all over his body, on his face and neck...

Sarah writes:

When I first heard about Bloody Mary, I was not scared. Then, my friend came to school and had very deep scars all over her body. I also heard that if you do Bloody Mary, and she does not come out of the mirror, she will haunt you. She might try to kill you at night. Maybe nothing will happen. Or when you are taking a bath, she will make the water turn to blood.

Iris writes:

I don't know how the story of 'Bloody Mary' turned into a murder/séance act, but I do know a bit. Some other people mentioned 'Henry the Eighth', but got some got it wrong. Henry VIII did indeed have six wives, but 'Mary' was his eldest child and only daughter by his first wife, Catherine of Aragon, and not, as some have said, his wife. When Henry died, he left the throne of England to his only son, Edward, who was only nine. The boy was very sickly and was soon out of the way. Thus, Mary was left the crown. She eventually married Prince Philip of Spain.

The biggest problem was with Mary's rule was religion. Her father had
divorced her mother, something that wasn't common in those days, and he had done so by declaring himself Head of the Church of England. Mary was a devout Catholic, and so opposed the act, and all subsequent reform. By the time she got into power, many people were used to Henry's church, and didn't want to change back. Mary wouldn't stand for this, so she started killing off the opposition. She waged war against non-Catholics, killing so many people that she eventually earned the title 'Bloody Mary.'

Breanna writes:

One day in October, we were staying in a hotel when my friend, Kendra was telling us that if you want to do Bloody Mary in a group, that you need to link arms, hold hands and chant "Bloody Mary" fifty times in a pitch-black room. A mirror was needed and our hotel room had a large one. When we did this, it took us several tries because everyone was freaking out. We all knew when we finally got it. We were trapped in a green fog and soon fell silent.

All of the sudden, my friends were with me, covered in blood. Then, they dropped dead. That sent me running down a long corridor that never seemed to end. After seeing huge pictures of the murder victims on the wall, I looked over my shoulder and saw a young girl in a long, black cloak. Her head was floating six inches from the cloak and she had long, white hair, dripping with blood. Her face was white with red, bloodshot eyes. She was chanting "Bloody Mary." I was trying to scream but I couldn't because the green fog was choking me. I saw that she had a long, rusty knife, dripping with blood. She was about to stab me!

I tried again to scream. When I looked forward, I noticed a large door at the end of the corridor, so I went faster. This made the figure angry and she multiplied, and all of them came at me with knives. Then, everything went completely dark... All of the sudden, the lights came on and I was being shaken by my friends. They said that I had turned purple, then white, causing them to panic. When they touched me, I fell over. They thought I was dead! I was completely exhausted and fell asleep. The next morning, I asked my friends if they had seen what I did. They said that they had phased out when they was the scary murder pictures. It was only a couple days ago and I still have a pale face...

Nicole writes:

This is a very true story about B-Mary (do not say her name) that happened to me. One night when my parents were away, my older brother dared me to do the B-Mary ritual and summon her spirit. I didn't believe that it was true so I did it, thinking it would be a good laugh afterwards. I went into the bathroom, turned off all the lights, turned around seven times while saying B-Mary on each turn. I then stopped turning and faced the mirror. I waited in silence for something to happen.

I was about to leave when I heard a woman singing. I turned slowly back to the mirror and I saw her. She had long, dark brown hair that was soaked in blood. Her neck looked like someone had just slit her throat. I screamed. When my brother started banging on the door and turning the lock, she became angry. She was smiling but then she frowned and reached out through the mirror with one bloody arm and slapped/scratched me on the right side of my face. I felt her nails strike so hard that I was knocked to the floor. My head slammed against the side of the bathtub and I was knocked unconscious.

When I woke, I was in the hospital with bandages across the right side of my face. My brother was whispering apologies to me that I could barely understand. My parents were also there. As soon as I opened my eyes they rushed to my side. I discovered that my brother had told them that one of my many cats had scratched me and I had fallen. (I've been scratched by my cats before.) They believed us.

On that same night, we got a call from my aunt. My uncle had died in the same hour that I was attacked! I know it could have been a horrible coincidence but I believe that B-Mary killed my uncle that I loved. Every story I have ever read has said that she will attack only you and not your loved ones. I don't care what the stories say. I think she killed my uncle!

The attack was a year ago and to this day, I still cannot see out of my right eye and that side of my face is stuck in a permanent scream. No one should EVER try to summon that witch that has ruined my life! Please read this and take it seriously. DO NOT summon that evil witch! I don't care what you believe! Believe that I am not telling a lie!

Ezzie writes:

It all happened on Friday the 13th, 2007. Me and my friends all tried to
summon the B-Mary spirit. You may hear that people do it a different way than us. Most people write on the mirror or light candles or say B-Mary while turning around 7 times. That's not the way we did it!

We sat in a circle with our knees touching (you can't break the circle or you will be cursed.) We then said "B-mary b-mary b-mary please may we speak to b-mary." We then flipped a coin (heads=yes tails=no) and asked questions when it landed on heads. We started asking YES or NO questions and when we asked "please may you show us a sign that you're here," she said "no." We asked 2 more times and then she said "yes."

We were playing a CD at the time and it went all jumpy (the CD had no marks on because it was brand new!) We then started feeling dizzy and faint and our vision went funny. Before you break you must say "please may we close the circle" until it says "yes." We kept getting a "no" answer.

We were getting scared at this point. We felt long fingernails brushing rough on our back and faces. The taps turned on by their self then we couldn't get up because we couldn't break the circle. My mom and dad were out shopping and we were the only people in the house. The blinds then started shaking and the window wasn't open. We got so scared that I broke the circle, turned off the taps, shut the curtains and hid. From that day onwards, I have always felt someone behind me. I have a feeling I'm not alone.

Amber from Alabama writes:

So I wandered to the site and was reading through the stories, but the one I grew up with was much, much different.

I don't recall how I ever heard about it but I was told that if you go into your bathroom at midnight and lock the door, you could see her. You had to spin around three times and say her name three times. When you do, you look into the mirror, and Mary would supposedly appear. She'd then ask you three questions. If you got one wrong, she'd scratch you -- long marks that'd go across your back. If you got all three wrong, you'd die. If you got them right, well, I don't know what would happen. I never did it at midnight.

Sarah from Toronto writes:

A couple of years ago, I was at school and some of my friends were talking about the Bloody Mary myth. Angela dared me to go into the school bathroom and do it. About five of us piled into the bathroom and locked the door. Tamekia turned off the lights and everyone got really quiet. I stood in front of the mirror with everybody surrounding me. I said "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, I killed your son" 13 times, just like the myth.

Nothing happened so all of us started to chant. We got up to 7 times and then we heard a bang coming from one of the stalls. A small flickering light appeared in front of the mirror, like a candle. It gave us just enough light to see each other. I was looking into the mirror and it looked like Angela was bleeding from her eyes, and Chrystal ACTUALLY got a nosebleed.

All of a sudden, the hair on my left side turned red. I normally have curly hair but when it is wet, it goes dead straight. The red part of my hair was totally straight. When I touched it, I realized that my hair was soaked to the point of dripping with BLOOD! I screamed and tried to turn on the lights, but they wouldn't turn on. We tried to unlock the door but the door wouldn't budge.

We heard a high-pitched scream come from the mirror, the lights came on, and the door swung open on its own. We all ran out. To this day, I still have a small scar on the back of my left earlobe that looks like a scratch.

I don't recommend you try to do Bloody Mary at school or even in your own home, but if you do, be careful. Draw a ring of salt around you, and don't break the ring, or step outside of it.... It's better to be safe than sorry! As it turns out, we forgot about that ring.

Angel writes:

When my friend Breanna was having a slumber party, we all sat in the dark
telling stories about serial killers like Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre), Hannibal Lector, ect. I'm the party booster so I asked my friend Brook to go into the bathroom and do Bloody Mary, knowing that my friends had no idea who she was. After I explained, she agreed, and we went into the bathroom.

We lit a red candle and chanted "Bloody Mary Worth" 10 times. We splashed some water on the mirror, turned around and flushed the toilet. We waited for about 10 minutes. We finally saw her! I tried to be completely still and silent. My friend couldn't. She got so scared she started to hit the mirror. I took the candle and held it up to the mirror to where the flame would burn Bloody Mary. We had put water on the mirror so the flame went out.

It was completely dark and I got really scared. I called Brook's name and all I heard was a faint scream that started to get louder and louder. I put my hands in from of me and felt a body that was freezing cold and soaking wet. My friend Brook was no longer in the bathroom because the person in from of me started to laugh and Brook was banging on the door from the outside. I immediately turned on the light. My hands were covered in blood. I had a huge scar on one hand for 10 years. This is how it looked:

B - year 1

L - year 2

O - year 3

O - year 4

D - year 5

Y - year 6

M - year 7

A - year 8

R - year 9

Y - year 10

And now I am trapped inside of a mirror world... Just kidding, but if you do what I did your best friend might die. Goodbye to my friend, who got stabbed exactly a year ago from today on Friday the 13th of February. I am not lying about anything and I want you all to be wary of the decisions you make.

Brooke writes:

This is a real experience I had a few years ago. I was having a sleepover with my friend and my sister. We love to play pranks on each other and do scary things. Well, it was late at night and we decided to see if Bloody Mary was real. We only decided to do this because there are rumors she died at the school we went to at the time.

We went into my bathroom and turned out all the lights. We turned around in circles, maybe seven times, and said "Bloody Mary." The next thing I know my sister and my friend screamed and ran out of the bathroom. I went out and asked what was wrong and they said they saw her behind me with a knife. I didn't see her because I wasn't facing the mirror. Since then, I have believed in her and other stories like this.

Tabby writes:

My friends and I were in 6th grade and we went on a field trip to Glenn Maury Park for the last day of school. We played some games and then went to eat lunch. After that, 7 of us asked if we could go to the bathroom. We all got to go and my friend, Brittany, brought a video camera with her. She turned it on. Then, we turned all the lights off in the bathroom and said, "Bloody Mary" 3 times and spun in circles while saying it. We were facing the mirror and we opened our eyes and there was a figure in the mirror that was bloody and staring right at us! Everyone ran out and Brittany got the video but there was something strange on that video. It showed a white figure sweep across the screen briefly! Nobody could figure out what it was and we never went back in that bathroom again!

Bozzytotem writes:

At school, I went to the bathroom and checked if anyone was in there. It was empty so I closed the stall door. Five minutes later, I heard a whimper. I took a peek and saw the new girl. Mary Lobodytimvic always looked terrified, tired, and hungry. Whenever she ate, it was in huge doses but it never showed. I would have said "hi" in the bathroom but I realized what she was doing. In mute horror, I saw her arm being sucked into the mirror. I tried to look in the mirror but it was the color of blood. I wasn't sure but I thought I saw the silhouette of a woman. At that very second, her arm came out of the mirror, covered with scars. She put her sleeve down and stared into the mirror.

"Now you have made sure that this room is empty?" an angry lady's voice screeched. "Yes," Mary said timidly. "Because if someone was caught watching, I would have to kill them in front of of you. You know I am very happy that you made the deal with me," the voice replied. "I was just five, I didn't know about witchcraft," Mary explained. "Well, it's too late now! You wanted to live forever! You wanted to leave your parents behind and you wanted them to die slowly, each and every year that passed they would get older while you were eighteen forever!" The voice screeched again.

"You didn't tell me what I had to do! All of my friends wasted away too, I just wanted my parents to die," Mary yelled." "You know what happens when you yell at me Mary. Now I will have to punish you," the voice yelled back. Back and forth it went until finally it stopped and Mary left. When I saw her again, she was in class. I didn't notice until now that when you unscramble mary lobodytimvic, it becomes bloody mary victim.

Bozzytotem writes:

I was at the laptop and I was reading the Bloody Mary stories on your website and was reading the one where they chant "b-mary, b-mary, b-mary please may we speak to b-mary." As I read it, I read it aloud. The moment I finished saying it, there was a thump, thump on the French doors behind me and I saw the reflection of a dark figure on the computer. When I spun around, there was nothing there.


So there we go, it's 22:51 here and I know that I'm not getting to sleep tonight. The only one of these old legends that has ever scared me... why did I bring it up?
 

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Well, thanks to talking to Not_the_DM today, I watched Marble Hornets.
I don't think I'll be sleeping for quite some time now...

And NTD - the tales of Mary probably could have had a better effect - had it not been for the names. I'm sorry, but I'm just laughing at them. Father Christmas?
[sub]well, atleast it proves the existance of one mythical character[/sub]
 

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THEAFRONINJA said:
David_G said:
What is it that wakes us up? Is it our mind simply sending a jolt of messages to our body? Is it something we get use to? The truth is, the only thing that can wake us from our deep sleep is a sound. A feeling. A breeze. Whether it is a bird chirping outside, or the call of an alarm. Or a door opening or a swift motion of air. Humans can not wake up on their own.

What happens if that feeling to alert us never comes? The first weeks pass, your skin begins to crisp away. By a month your body has rotted from the inside out. By a year, you are nothing but a few bones.

So just remember this when you next go to sleep.

I hear the winds will be still tonight.
... I'm sure I'ma sound like an idiot, but wouldn't that mean that all deaf people would just never wake up?
Yes, well most creepy pasta is like that, better if you don't think about it too much, granted, some can really make you feel scared, especially if you think about them.
 

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So night number two of not sleeping. How I hate having an over active imagination.

Edit: Mostly due to that f*^king dog on the first page. I know it's a fake but I still can't get it out of my head.
 

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Screamers scare the crap out of me. I'm a jumpy person to begin with. I am not coming back to this thread!