Weird scary stories and short spooky tales about ghostly apparitions, unexplained mysteries, vampires and monsters. Blow your mind with these puzzling stories of the strange and bizarre.
1. The Black Lagoon
There were six friends who went to university together. After their final exams, they decided to go on a camping trip in the wilderness. After driving for several hours, they finally reached the black lagoon. It was beside a cliff ideal for diving. They pitched their tents in a clearing in the woods and spent the evening swimming in the warm, clear water.
As the sun was beginning to set, one of the friends went up to the highest point on the cliff and jumped off, while the other five watched. Their laughter slowly subsided as they waited for him to surface. It only took half a minute for them to dive in after their friend. Struggling and sputtering among the reeds in the lagoon, they searched hopelessly for him. Finally they disentangled themselves and came up, but they never saw their friend again.
Heartbroken they returned to the city and passed a strange and lonely year in which their only solace was the knowledge that they would return to the lagoon to honor the anniversary of their friend’s death.
A year passed and they returned to the lagoon as a memorial, but as they approached they saw a figure at the edge of the water. It was their friend. He was just standing there with his back to them, his head bowed. Excitedly they called out to him and began running towards him, but he didn’t turn around. As they got closer they they shouted louder and louder, but he still didn’t react. They were running towards him, but suddenly, they stopped dead in their tracks. At the edge of the water, they saw not one, but five crosses.
2. Back in Time
There was a scientist who had spent his entire career working on building a time machine. After many years, he thought he had solved all the problems and his device was completed. All that remained was for it to be tested.
“There was just one paradox that I could never overcome,” he told his assistant, “but last night I had a revelation. You see, time is a field. This machine I have constructed can manipulate that field. All that is required to go back in time is to reverse that field.”
Pushing a button as he spoke, he said, “This should make time run backwards run time make should this,” said he…
Mommy told me never to open the basement door. One day, I heard a strange whining noise. It sounded like it was coming from the basement. I wanted to see what was making the noise down there. It sounded like a puppy whining. I always wanted a puppy. I opened the basement door and tiptoed down the stairs. All I wanted to do was take a little peek at the puppy. There was no puppy. Mommy came and dragged me back upstairs. She was angry. She yelled at me and told me never to go down there again. Mommy had a look in her eyes that scared me. I started to cry. I was afraid to ask her why there was a boy in the basement… I was afraid to ask her why he was making that whining noise… I was afraid to ask her why he had no hands or feet…
4. Backup Plan
When the meteor struck, humanity was forced to go to its backup plan. They chose about 1000 of the fittest, smartest, and overall best men and women on the planet and brought them to an underground facility. They locked them all in high-tech, cryogenic caskets, put them on ice, and programmed the computers to automatically wake everyone up in 5000 years.
They were right to trust their technology. 5000 years later, after the rest of humanity had been extinguished, the facility’s computers brought everyone back to consciousness right on schedule.
They were wrong, however, to trust themselves. In their rush to put everyone under, they had forgotten to program the computers to also unlock the caskets.
5. Hit and Run
He was dead, that much was clear. She looked from the still body lying on the road to the dented hood of her BMW in a panic. She’d gotten out of trouble before, but nothing on this scale. This didn’t seem like something she could just make go away. She contemplated the broken form in front of her. He seemed homeless: ancient tattered clothing, grizzled features, hell, even for a corpse he looked sickly. There was a drainage ditch by the side of the road…well, odds were good no one would miss him.
It didn’t take much force to nudge his emaciated form in. Her ill-gotten relief was cut short, however, as a hand closed around her throat. A harsh voice whispered in her ear; “Just so you know, I only eat the ones who try to leave; woulda let you go if you tried to help. ” In one swift movement, he snapped her neck.
“We’re both monsters,” he hissed, “I’m just more honest about it.”
6. The Most Terrifying Creature
The children were excited. Their favorite uncle was coming to visit. He was an adventurer and his journeys had taken him to many mysterious and exotic places. His latest trip was to a remote region deep in the heart of Africa. The children could hardly wait to hear the tales he would tell.
When their uncle arrived, he had a broad smile on his face. After he greeted their parents, the children dragged him into the living room and made him sit down. They begged him to tell them a story about his recent adventures.
“Very well,” said their uncle. “I’ll tell you about the most terrifying creature I have ever seen. We came across it in the most remote part of the jungle. Itâ€™s a massive spider, almost half a meter in diameter. The most interesting thing about it is that this creature has a most peculiar survival tactic. It is a parasite. When it attacks its prey, it enter the animal through the mouth and crawls down into the belly. From there, it can take over the hostâ€™s nervous system and control itâ€™s movement, essentially rendering the host a useless puppet. It stays in the animal’s body and feeds off it just long enough to plant its eggs. Then it goes searching for a new host.â€
The childrenâ€™s eyes widened. â€œWhat a fascinating creature!” they exclaimed. “Imagine what would happen if it made its way here to Europe!â€
“Perhaps it already has,” their uncle said with a wry smile. He cocked his head back and terrible gagging noises came from his throat. As the children watched in horror, blood started pouring from his eyes, ears and nose and eight long, spindly legs emerged from his mouth.
I woke up. It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining and it shimmered on the water. All of a sudden, something caught my eye. It was a little girl. She was waving her arms and moving her legs back and forth. “She needs help,” I thought. “She can’t breathe!” I reached out and grabbed her, pulling her close to me. I tried to calm her down. “Everything’s going to be fine,” I told her. “I saved you! Breathe in. Just relax and breathe in!” Despite all my efforts, she went limp. I held her tightly. “Not again!” I thought. “What went wrong this time?” Children are so difficult to understand. Maybe my tentacles scare them. I brought her down to the bottom and buried her under the silt. Then I took a deep breath of water and went back to sleep.
8. Reflection in the Mirror
She was standing in front of the mirror, brushing her hair when she noticed something. She stopped brushing. Something wasn’t right. I blinked. She didn’t. It was a tiny mistake, but she noticed. Her hairbrush slipped from her hand. So did mine. Her eyes grew wide in fear. So did mine. Her hand crept closer to the mirror. So did mine. Our fingertips touched the cold glass. All of a sudden, I reached out and grabbed her wrist. I took her by surprise. She struggled, but she was no match for me. I yanked as hard as I could and pulled her through the mirror. Then, I jumped out and took her place. I stared at her, beating her fists against the glass. It was no use. She didn’t know how to free herself. I watched her silently screaming, begging for help. Then, I picked up a chair and smashed the glass, trapping her forever.
9. Identify Her
I was at work when I got the phonecall. It was the police. They said a girl had wandered into the police station. She didn’t know her name. She didn’t know where she lived. They found my number on her mobile phone. “Do you know anyone fitting that description?” they asked. I told them I didn’t. “Can you come down to the police station and see if you can identify her?” they asked. I told them I would be there as soon as possible. I had no idea who it could be. I got into my car and drove to the station. I walked through the double doors and I saw her sitting in the waiting room. I recognized her immediately. She was my daughter. It had been ten years since I last set eyes on her. Ten years since I reported her missing to the police. Ten years since I killed her and buried her body under my house.
10. The Blind Painter
They called him The Blind Painter. He was an old man in his early 70s and he lived in a small house on the edge of town. He was an acclaimed artist, but he had been completely blind, ever since the day he was born. Despite his disability, he had painted some of the greatest works of art anyone had ever seen.
People came from far and wide to have their portrait done by The Blind Painter. As long as they paid the requested fee, he would paint a portrait of anyone. Nobody knew how he was able to paint with such skill, even though he couldn’t see the person sitting in front of him. It was an uncanny ability that defied logic.
I arranged for him to paint my portrait. On the appointed day, I walked up to his house and knocked on the front door. When it opened, I saw The Blind Painter standing there, leaning on his cane. His face was drawn and wrinkled. His eyes were milky-white. He invited me in and I followed him as he shuffled down a long hallway.
In his studio, I handed over an envelope containing his fee. He thanked me and told me to sit on a stool. He stood behind an easel with a blank canvas on it and picked up his paintbrush.
“Before we begin, I must warn you,” he said. “Sometimes I paint too far…”
I had no idea what he meant. His paintings were always beautiful, so I was sure I would be satisfied with the finished product. I sat there, adopting a pose, as he started painting. Hours passed and neither of us said a word. The Blind Painter never looked up from his canvas. His brush traveled back and forth and his brow was wrinkled in concentration.
Finally, he put his brush down. â€œI am finished,â€ he said, and beckoned for me to come and take a look. As soon as I set eyes on the painting, I was horrified. He had painted me lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood. My throat had been sliced open and my body was covered in stab wounds. My dead eyes were glazed over and there was a look of terror frozen on my face.
“Why?” I asked, stepping back in horror. â€œWhy would you paint something like this?”
The Blind Painter, looked at me with his sad, milky-white eyes.
“I warned you,” he said. “Sometimes I paint too far… Sometimes I paint the future…â€