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Greetings good Lunies, its time for another installment of the 100 weird tales game, from the site authors. Some stories are true through experience, some were heard from other ghost storytellings, and some just maybe made up just to scare us all. Join us for another kaidan round.
Choco
Woman Turning
Aiight, I know the title sounds like a ghost picture from Fatal Frame (cause it is XD; ), but hear me out on this one! This perfectly describes what I saw.
Few weeks ago, I woke up from a nap just as night fell. I was pretty tired and didn't even realize I was sleeping (I was looking at my phone after a bit of a refreshing walk [no, not the one witht the growling thing].), so I woke up with a start. After I got my bearings, I stepped outside to head to the bathroom. Now, a little description of my hallway; it's an L hallway, where the long part of the L is where me, my bro and the bathroom is. To the right, there's light, as a lamp just around the corner lights up that part of the hallway. Going past my room, however, the light stops, and it's nearly pitch black with the bedroom and bathroom doors
closed. I've walked through the dark towards the bathroom many times, however, so there was no need for me to turn on any lights. In the time I was walking to the door, the outside security light popped on, probably an animal or something. It gave off just enough light to shine into bathroom when I opened it. When I did, however, I saw a mostly faded, translucent, floating head near the top of the mirror. The head had shoulder length hair, which was floating behind her and in front of her face, as if she was underwater. I paused when I saw this, and the head slowly turned towards the window before slowly vanishing.
I immediately turned on the light afterwards.
Dio
The Wrong Side of a Dream
(My translation of a story from japan.)
The other night I had a nightmare. Someone was trying to strangle me. It was really scary, and they were really strong. I couldn't see their face clearly, but I grabbed their wrists and tried to pull them off of me, but it was no use.
As I started to black out, that's when I woke up. I was covered in sweat, and felt for my neck, panting. As I went into my bathroom, to check myself, I was scared to look in the mirror. If I saw handprints on my neck.....
I finally looked up.
I did have hand print bruises.
On my wrists.
Decon
Piercing
(A short piece loosely based around a haunting manifestation recorded at a private semi-detached in Essendon, Hertfordshire, in January of 1981; a resident of the property reported seeing a mysterious man through the window of his front door in the early hours of the morning, who would vanish without a trace whenever he opened it)
Eric could feel himself slowly being dragged back to the waking world, Maple’s whimpering growing ever louder as his bedroom came back into focus. He grumbled slightly as he rolled over and shut his eyes again, not all that impressed at being roused at 3:30am.
“Settle down, Maple.” He uttered huskily, mouth still dry.
Conversely to his instructions, he heard the footfalls of his faithful Labrador growing closer to the bed, still whining. He tried his best to ignore it whilst uttering a few more requests for her to go back to her bed, relenting only after she stuck her head under the sheets and licked his hand.
“Alright, alright, I’m up, I’m up.” He murmured, groaning slightly as he sat up, feeling more like all his 53 years then ever before. His eyes began adjusting to the dark as he looked over at Maple; always impeccably behaved and rarely so vocal, her behaviour struck him as unusual. “What is it, girl?”
She headed out of his bedroom quickly, stopping at the top of the stairs and looking back through the doorway at him, whining swapped out for low, anxious growls.
“Ah. Toilet.” Eric assumed, standing up and stretching. “Right.”
Maple dashed down the stairs fairly quickly ahead of him as he sluggishly followed behind, idly scratching the small of his back and letting out a small yawn. Already, he was missing his bed. He noticed Maple had stopped at the front door looking up at him with what registered as a concerned look.
“Maple? What-”
Through the fairly large window of his front door, Eric could make out a figure. A fairly tall gentleman, likely in his thirties and sporting a tie and trench coat. His face seemed completely neutral and unreadable, a thick moustache only aiding in that.
The sight woke Eric up in an instant. Who in god’s name would come knocking this early in the morning? It wasn’t anyone he recognised, that was for certain. He was also fairly sure he never heard a knock or ring of the bell; the only alert he had to the fellow’s presence was Maple, who had moved behind her owner to peek at the door submissively. It took a few seconds for Eric to process that someone was at the door and react accordingly, and he noted in that time that the gentleman had stood perfectly still, neither gesturing at him or saying anything.
Eric was already gearing up to ask the ever dreaded ‘do you know what time it is?’ question as he swung the door open, only to stop cold when he realised nobody was there. His front porch was entirely unoccupied. Beyond that, the snow covered path was entirely undisturbed by footprints, and it had been snowing since at least 9 o’clock the previous night.
Immediately, his brain started rationalising what had just happened. He was still half asleep; he was seeing things that weren’t there. He shook his head, letting out a slight chortle as he closed the door, turning around.
“There’s nobody there, Maple. Come on, let’s go back t-”
He was cut off by Maple suddenly barking- not aggressively, but not playfully, her eyes locked back on the door. Instinctively, Eric turned around.
The figure was back at the door, staring blankly into the house.
Still wired from the shock and with a brain rapidly trying to make sense of the situation, Eric paced back to the door, now under the impression someone was playing tricks on him. He gripped the handle firmly, practically throwing the door open. “Now look here-!”
Nobody there. No footprints in the snowy path. No quiet sounds of barely contained breathing off to the sides.
Nothing.
Eric quietly shut the door, logic and reason already unravelling in his head. Surely, he must be imagining things. Surely, he was still dreaming. It was only more curt barking from Maple that brought him back to reality, noticing this time she was at the door to the living room. He gazed in, squinting slightly.The man was at the bay window, staring directly at him unrelentingly.His braining running at 100mph, the only distinct thoughts Eric could take stock of where of the secondary phone kept in his bedroom. If he could run upstairs quickly enough and shut himself and Maple in the bedroom, he could call the police before this obvious ne'er do well could bring them any harm.With a quick “c’mon, girl”, he rushed for the stairs, Maple at his side. He stopped halfway up, however, when he count something in the window that was nestled at the halfway point.The man was there, staring.How? Nobody is that fast. What is he standing on? There’s nothing underneath that window.Bedroom.He and Maple rush into the bedroom, door slammed shut behind him, yet almost immediately Maple is yelping onces again. Despite every instinct telling him not to, Eric turned around to face the bedroom window.The man stared.
“What do you want!?” Eric yelled, walking up to the window and fear and anger fought for control of his emotional state. He stared directly back at the man, spit flying from his mouth as he shouted at him. “Who are you?! Leave us alone! Away with you!”
Eric stood at the window, yelling at the man for what must have been the entire night, as Maple barked away behind him. The man never changed expression, never moved an inch; he just simply stayed at the window, hands pressed against it, unreadable face defined only by his piercing gaze.
Weeks went by without anybody hearing from Eric, friends and family alike. He failed to show up for work without calling in advance several days in a row. The postman noticed all the windows had suddenly gone dark. It took three weeks before local law enforcement were called to his home by a concerned family member, requiring forced entry after Eric failed to answer the door. Inside, all the windows appeared to have been covered up by sheets, towels, obstructed by furniture, and in some cases blocked out by clothes or bits of cloth. Eric and Maple were both found collapsed on the floor of his bathroom, dead of dehydration, opposite a large, ornate mirror.
Doc Tran
Car Accident
Sometimes when we think of scary stories, we think of tales of blood, monsters, the supernatural...otherworldly evil beyond our understanding. It never occurs to us, that perhaps it's just the unknown "whys" of life that are the most terrifying. They say that time flies when you're having fun. What they don't tell you is that time can fly even when you're not doing anything at all.
A few years ago, I had just bought a new car and decided to go out for a spin with my old buddy Ed. We were driving down Monterey highway in San Jose. Nothing unusual. Just driving and running some errands; nothing special. And then all of a sudden, BOOM. A car hit me. Reacted fast enough to avoid major damage, but the car was going to need some significant body work. The funny thing is to this day, I don't remember any of it; not at all. From what Ed tells me, I was driving and then entered the intersection on a red light, and we got hit as someone was driving forward. He noticed that my face just suddenly lost all expression; my eyes lost all focus right before the accident. There's a 5 second gap in my memory that just disappeared, and it's never come back. I've talked to doctors about it; no signs of any kind of brain damage, no signs of a stroke; nothing. Just 5 seconds of my perceptions where as far as I know, my consciousness is gone. What happened to me, where did I go; why did it happen; no idea. No clue what happened. Maybe it was a sudden out of body experience? Aliens? Some kind of medical condition? I don't know. All I know is that from all description, my body was just on autopilot; able to still operate the car, but unable to perceive anything, and then BOOM.
We all think we're lived on borrowed time; that we have to make it matter before it's all over. Before the end and that's it. We never think that sometimes, it's not just that we're gone once our time is up. We never think that sometimes we're gone right in the middle of our time.
Thank you for joining us. See you next round.
--All Authors (10/16/16)
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