Spooky Tales

Spooky Tales and scary stories to keep you occupied while you lie in bed at night, wondering what is hiding in your closet or peering in your window.

Spooky Tales

1. The Rusty Scissors

Last year, I was flying home from a business trip and when my plane was delayed in an unfamiliar city. Forced to spend the night there, I searched online and booked a cheap hotel that was close to the airport. When I arrived at the hotel, I was disappointed by how dirty and shabby it was. I thought about trying to find another hotel, but everything was fully booked that weekend.

When I got to my room, there was a heavy, unpleasant smell in the air. The whole atmosphere felt stifling and cold. I pulled back the bedclothes and found something strange on the sheets beneath. It was a pair of rusty metal scissors.

“Ugh, this is terrible,” I said to myself. “The maid hasn’t even bothered to clean the room properly.”

I picked them up in disgust and placed them on the bedside table. I was so tired that I couldn’t stay awake. I went to bed and decided I would complain about the scissors in the morning.

Lying between the dirty sheets, I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. In the middle of the night, I had an unusual dream. I felt a heavy weight pressing down on me and I got the strangest feeling that someone was watching me.

I’m not sure what time I woke up, but the room was still pitch black. When I reached out and switched on the bedside lamp, my hair stood on end. The rusty scissors were lying on my chest and the blades were closed on either side of my neck, digging into the skin. One more inch and the scissors would have cut my throat.

2. Shadow in the Fog

When I was in elementary school, my father would often take me hiking in the mountains. One night, we had stayed out too long and it began to grow dark. A thick fog drifted over the hillside and we could barely see the path in front of us. My father was holding my hand to make sure I didn’t fall.

As we made our way down the slope, I noticed a small, shadowy figure appearing out of the mist on the path up ahead. My father suddenly squeezed my hand very tightly.

“Ow, Dad! That hurts!” I cried.

My father looked down at me. His face was grim.

“Close your eyes!” he barked. “And don’t open them again until I say so!”

His tone of voice was so stern that I did as I was told without questioning it. He kept a tight grip on my hand and with my eyes tightly shut, I stumbled along beside him through the fog.

When we passed the spot where the shadowy figure had been, I heard a small voice muttering, “Die, die, die, die, die…”

The rest of the way down, my father was silent and it wasn’t until we got back home that he finally allowed me to open my eyes. Since that time, he refused to speak about the incident.

20 years later, I paid my father a visit. He was drinking some alcohol and we were having a heart-to-heart conversation. Something reminded me of the strange incident on the mountain path and I decided to ask him about it.

“Remember that small, shadowy figure in the fog,” I said. “Who was it?”

My father was silent for a quite while and eventually, in a low voice, he replied, “It was you.”

With that, he refilled his glass and refused to discuss it any further.

3. The Red Bag

There was a young girl whose parents didn’t have very much money. She was the youngest of three sisters and she always had to use hand-me-downs from her siblings. All of her clothes were worn and threadbare because they were second-hand. Even the red bag she brought to school every day was torn and tattered. The girl asked her mother to buy her a new bag, but her mother said it was impossible. They just couldn’t afford it.

One day, the girl was walking down the street when she spotted a shiny new red school bag lying in the grass by the side of the road. Looking inside, she found that it didn’t have any name on it and she wondered who it belonged to.

Suddenly, the girl thought “This bag must be a gift from God!”

The girl took the red bag home and hid in the room. She was worried that, if her mother saw it, she would tell her to bring it back. In the middle of the night, while her mother was fast asleep, the girl got up and transferred the contents of her old bag into the new one.

“Tomorrow I will go to school with my new red bag,” she said to herself.

Suddenly, the red school bag began to move and it started biting the girl’s feet. She was so shocked that she couldn’t cry out and the pain caused her to faint. When the mother went into her room the next day, the girl was nowhere to be seen. All that remained was one shiny new red bag with no name on the inside.

4. Photos From The School Trip

When I was in 6th grade, our entire class went on a school trip. All of the kids in the class were taking pictures with cameras and phones. When we returned to school, we were browsing through the photographs when, all of a sudden, one girl said, “OMG! What’s that?”

Everyone scrambled to see what she was looking at. In the photograph, one of the boys in our class was sitting on the bus. There didn’t seem to be anything strange about the picture until you looked very closely at his reflection in the window.

His face in the reflection looked as if it was yellow and bulging, bubbling and mutating and there appeared to be a strange white shape floating beside him. When you turned the picture upside-down, you realized it was a skull. It was horrific.

When the boy saw the photograph of himself, he burst into tears and had a panic attack. Everyone else in the class began to freak out. The teacher had to send the boy to the school nurse and the principal banned all of us from speaking about the strange photo. Everyone was scared.

Seven days later, the boy died of a brain tumor.

5. The Storage Room

When my father retired from his job, he had a lot of time on his hands. He began looking around for something to occupy himself.

“That space at the end of the hallway is such a waste,” he said. “We could turn it into a storage room.”

My father was like a man possessed and he spent two days working on his new project. He hung two shelves on the wall and fitted a door, creating a small cupboard at the end of the hallway. When I came home the next day, he was nowhere to be seen and i noticed that there was a shiny new padlock on the door of the storage room.

The following evening, my father still hadn’t returned. My mother was very anxious and begged me to look inside the storage room. Both of us were wondering what he was keeping in there. I broke the padlock and opened the door.

Inside, we found my father sitting on the floor. His eyes were vacant and he was laughing softly to himself. What was he doing? How did he lock the door from the inside? We never got an answer to our questions because my father had gone insane. Today, he is still sitting alone in his storage room, staring into space and smiling happily to himself.

Comments

  1. Dr. Dead says

    In “The Storage Room” he must have seen something in the room, because the way he laughs shows that he went mad. So i think he saw something funny but at the same time creepy that made him become insane. BTW All the stories are cool.

  2. Random_Appearance says

    I love “Shadow in the Fog” the most! For me, the logical explanation is that the shadow tries to impersonate the narrator so that it can confuse the father. Let’s say the father was careless so he forgot to hold the narrator’s hand, the narrator might be lost in the forest, and the father might not even realize that his child was lost because at that time, he was seeing the fake one. He might even accidentally hold the hand of the “thing” and think that it is the hand of his own child. Well, nobody knows what the shadow wants, but I am pretty sure that its intention is not a good one.

  3. xX-WolfScratch-Xx says

    I think in Rusty Scissors, there was a ghost haunting the room the person was in. The ghost tried to kill the man with the scissors in his sleep. That’s what I think.. :P

  4. Xx Death Bolt xX says

    SFK said there is no real explanation for the stories, people! It’s all up to you to decide!

  5. Gothic lolita says

    i still dont get the shadow in the fog u didnt quite explain it…sfk would u mind explainin it?

  6. Satan666 says

    I do think the pic is from the ring,@GhostGirl666. I loved that movie! lol so on the rusty scissors story, the scissors were like a live??? can somebody explain this 2 me? ps, I loved these stories!!! finally some new stories!

  7. Xx Death Bolt xX says

    @GhostGirl666… About the shadow in the fog one, I have heard a legend that if you walk in a fog and see yourself, you will die. (I’m not sure about this one though.) In the where’s mommy one, the mother’s spirit was coming out of the basement to comfort her daughter, meaning that the taxi driver had murdered her and dumped her in the basement and no one found out. However, I dont understand the last one about the storage one :/

    Scaryforkids says: Very interesting comment about the shadow in the fog story… If that’s true, then it totally explains what’s going on in that story. In the Storage Room story, there is no real solution to the mystery. It’s one of those “what the heck!” stories… It’s just meant to be left open to interpretation.:)

  8. GhostGirl666 says

    Isn’t the pic from the ring? Great stories though. Yet I don’t get where’s mommy and shadow in the fog :|

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