Creepy Stories


The Psycho is a scary story about a girl who starts dating a new guy. Her friends tell her there is something wrong with him, but she ignores their warnings.

The Psycho

My name is Dasha and I want to tell you a story about my last boyfriend. We met at university. We accidentally bumped into each other in the hallway. He asked me to go for coffee with him and I agreed. He told me his name was Norman. We talked about this and that. He was handsome and witty. I was very attracted to him and before long, we were dating.

Norman was very sensitive and caring guy, not like my previous boyfriends. It was like he was from another planet. He was always interested in what I wanted, always concerned about my needs, but at the same time he was very masculine. I felt safe with him.

Everything was fine at first. It was my friend’s birthday and our whole group gathered in a bar to celebrate. I was excited because I brought Norman and I wanted to introduce him to everyone. Sitting at the table, we were having fun, drinking and laughing. Then some of the guys went outside to smoke and Norman went with them. They were gone for five minutes and when they returned, I was approached by my friend Simon.

“Dasha, I think there’s something wrong with this Norman guy,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Well, he’s kind of strange. He started talking about his mother, saying really weird things. Then he started giggling like an idiot for no reason. He’s not normal…”

“Norman? Not normal? Are you sure?” I said.

Of course, I spoke with Norman about it, but he denied everything. He said my guy friends were just jealous of our relationship and they were trying to drive a wedge between us. I believed him, especially since Simon had asked me out on a date one time and I had to turn him down. It was possible that he just wanted to turn me against Norman and get rid of his competition.

But the more time I spent with Norman, the more I started to notice some strange behavior. Sometimes, he would get a far away look in his eyes and go silent for a few minutes. Then he would start talking again as if nothing had happened.

And he began to call me… “Mommy”.

I put up with his little eccentricities, because everything else in the relationship was wonderful. And then something happened. It was like a bolt from the blue. One day, he kidnapped me.

We at my house and my parents were out. I went upstairs to get something. All of a sudden, I felt him grab me from behind and he put a handkerchief over my nose and mouth. It was soaked in some kind of chemical and within seconds, I blacked out.

When I woke up, I was in some shabby apartment with a dirty rag stuffed in my mouth. My arms and legs were tied to the bed and I had a terrible headache. Norman came in. He put his finger to his lips and pulled the rag from my mouth. I immediately screamed and Norman slapped me across the face really hard.

“Don’t you dare cry,” he growled. “My mother never cried… OK?”

He untied my hands and gave me a withering look. He told me that if I tried to run away, things would only get worse. Norman took me into the kitchen and sat me down at the table. He put a plate of food in front of me and told me to eat. All this time, he did not take his eyes off me for a second, so I just did as I was told.

When I looked into Norman’s eyes, I could see he was a complete psycho. How could I have not seen this in him before? He smiled at me, as if everything was normal.

“How are things at work, Mommy?” he asked.

I had no other choice but to play along with him.

“All good,” I replied.

“So, we’ll go on holiday together next week?”

“Of course,” I mumbled.

“Oh, by the way, someone told me you have a new man in your life, Mommy. That’s not true is it? You wouldn’t do that to me, would you Mommy?”

I saw how angrily he was staring at me.

“No,” I replied.

“Well, I knew it wasn’t true,” he grinned. “We don’t need anybody else. We’re happy together, just me and you.”

After I finished eating, he took me into the bedroom and forced me onto the bed. He tied my hands, put a gag in my mouth and left.

This was how my nightmare began.

Sometimes Norman remained with me for a long time, telling me how things were going in college. He always called me “Mom” or “Mommy”. I went along with it, because I was afraid of what he might do if I resisted. If I made one mistake, he would beat me terribly.

I was stuck in that dingy apartment for 6 whole days. My room was always locked and there was no clock, so I had to guess what time it was. Norman would come and go. I don’t know where he got the money, but he always brought me food and sweets. He said, “I love my mother and I want to make her happy. A boy’s best friend is his mother.”

I knew that this couldn’t go on. My parents and my friends were probably worried sick. I wondered if they had contacted the police already. I wondered if anyone was looking for me. One time, I tried to reason with him. I tried to explain that I was not his mother and he needed to let me go, but he beat me again like crazy.

On the sixth day, Norman woke me up as usual and told me he was going out to buy us breakfast. I heard the front door close and I started trying to free myself. I felt that I could move my right hand a little. The ropes were not very tight.

It took about twenty minutes, but I managed to work it free. I quickly untied myself and rushed to the door, but of course, I was firmly locked. I looked out the window. I was on the fifth floor.

I grabbed a chair and threw it at the window. With a loud crash, the glass broke and the chair landed on the pavement outside, almost hitting some passers-by.

Leaning out the window, I screamed at the top of my lungs, “Help me! He’s going to kill me! Help! He’s a psycho!”

And then I saw him.

Norman was standing in the street with a bag in his hand, glaring up at me. By the look in his eyes, I knew the only thing he wanted now was to kill me. People were gathering under the window, so my crazy boyfriend just turned and ran off.

Ten minutes later, a police car arrived. The officers broke down the door and rescued me. I will never forget the look in my parents’ eyes when they took me home. I spent the rest of the night weeping uncontrollably.

It turned out that the police were already looking for Norman. He was on the run from the authorities long before he met me. He was wanted for a double murder. His name wasn’t even Norman, it was Ed and he was actually 30 years old. He had a history of mental illness and had been in and out of insane asylums for most of his life.

Two years before, he had been living with his mother. He was completely obsessed with her. His mother was dating a man and she brought him home with her one night. When Norman caught them together, he flew into a violent rage. He beat both of them to death with a hammer and then just disappeared.

I hope the police will find him soon, because until they do, I am too scared to leave my house. If you want my advice… Be careful who you date!


  • Jeez. Welp this reminds me of a movie I watched, the bad guy’s name was ed as well and he also had a history of mental illness.

  • Is it just me or did the picture up top began to move closer like an illusion or something like that. :)

  • Ok, This isn’t a story these are real things that have happened to me and, I figure it may give a little creep out factor. Ok so I moved into my house about two years ago I lived with my mom because I have been down on my luck. As soon as I moved in I didn’t feel right in this house. I would black out randomly and when I’m alone I feel threatened and cold, that god forsaken cold on random parts of my body. I ignored it I didn’t want to jump on the paranormal train right away then things got dark, I mean really dark. When I was asleep I would feel somebody stepping on my bed and I have a pit bull dog so I thought it was her but when I looked no one was there. I tried to go back to sleep but only managed to get into this half dream state where I was conscious but my brain still conjured up dreams playing off of the sounds I heard. Then this figure put its hand on me and it burned, bad. He leaned down next to my ear and told me in great detail how he was going to kill me. my heart was pounding and for a 21 year old security officer to be crying and terrified to the point of petrification means something is definitely wrong. I woke up shaking and, I noticed the house was empty. Whatever this…THING was I was alone with it and it wanted me dead. this same instance happened on six different occasions and I always just layed there listening to him tell me the horrible things he is going to do to me. there is this primal human fear where you can’t move your breathing is shallow and your skin is clammy. That is because in early years it was a deterrent from predators it made us look dead and the smell of fear made them lose their appetite because they preferred a fresh meal. well I felt that primal fear and it made knots in my stomach and, for some reason I think it likes when I am scared it feeds off of my fear. Finally this morning I felt a long rotted nail dig into my flesh and I yelped and hopped up and my dog was growling a deep ominous feral growl and I knew it was this entity. I had three long claw marks on my leg and arms. I am still in the house and I can feel him watching I can feel this coldness on my back I’m afraid what he may do to me. I am afraid for my dog and most of all I’m afraid that he is about to take the next step. I wish I could close this off better but this is NOT a SFK story. this is a real event. these things are fun to read about but in person. this is no joke. if anything else happens I will post an update

  • Haha…takes being a mommas boy to a whole new level doesn’t? Never know who u can even really date these days either…

  • uh thats just freaky… and this would be me, “AHHHHHHHHHHHH PHYSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HE’S GONNNAAAAAAAAA KILLLLLLLLLLLLLL MEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” yea so i would be so scareddddd

  • Was this story inspired by bates motel? Norman bates and his mother Norma bates? Good story btw 8.5/10 skulls

  • Wow creepy. Anyway, i want to tell you something and i will be happy if you help me.Yesterday i was on the computer reading SFK as usual.I have a big family so i think i’m safe but anyway what happend yesterday made me very paranoid.Like i said was reading SFK when i heard scratching sounds in the walls,i looked at it and the wall had a crack a big one,when i looked in it,i got fright of my life.i saw someone or something…i screamed as loud as i can.As everyone came to see what was the sound about the crack was gone.I am so scared i do not know what to do at all.every now and then i hear scratching noise comming from the walls.please help,i can hear it right now but it’s louder than before.OMG I can see the crack right now,there someone there or something.It’s comming ou of the crack.Call the pookkhokijjhhhgygcdedawedfyhlloloppkkhfkolko;lopp;,0p—0kijgffths

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