10 short but very scary bedtime stories

If you need to work at night and coffee is no longer working, read these stories. They'll cheer you up. Brrr.

Faces in portraits

One man got lost in the forest. He wandered for a long time and finally came across a hut at dusk. There was no one inside, and he decided to go to bed. But he could not fall asleep for a long time, because there were portraits of some people hanging on the walls, and it seemed to him that they were looking at him ominously. Eventually he fell asleep from exhaustion. In the morning he was awakened by bright sunlight. There were no paintings on the walls. These were windows.

Count to five

One winter, four students from a mountaineering club got lost in the mountains and got caught in a snowstorm. They managed to reach an abandoned and empty house. There was nothing in it to keep warm, and the guys realized that they would freeze if they fell asleep in this place. One of them suggested this. Everyone stands in the corner of the room. First, one runs to the other, pushes him, the latter runs to the third, etc. This way they will not fall asleep, and the movement will warm them up. Until the morning they ran along the walls, and in the morning rescuers found them. When the students later talked about their salvation, someone asked: “If there is one person in each corner, then when the fourth reaches the corner, there should be no one there. Why didn’t you stop then?” The four looked at each other in horror. No, they never stopped.

Damaged film

One girl photographer decided to spend the day and night alone, in a deep forest. She was not afraid, because this was not the first time she had gone hiking. She spent the day photographing trees and grass with a film camera, and in the evening settled down to sleep in her small tent. The night passed peacefully; horror overtook her only a few days later. All four reels produced excellent images, with the exception of last frame. All the photographs were of her, sleeping peacefully in her tent in the darkness of the night.

Call from the nanny

One day, a married couple decided to go to the cinema and leave the children with a babysitter. They put the children to bed, so the young woman just had to stay home just in case. Soon the girl got bored and decided to watch TV. She called her parents and asked their permission to turn on the TV. They naturally agreed, but she had one more request... she asked if it was possible to cover the statue of an angel outside the window with something, because it made her nervous. The phone went quiet for a second, and then the father who was talking to the girl said: “Take the kids and run from the house... we'll call the police. We don't have an angel statue." The police found everyone remaining at home dead. The angel statue was never discovered.

Who's there?

About five years ago, late at night, 4 short bells rang at my door. I woke up, got angry and didn’t open the door: I wasn’t expecting anyone. On the second night someone called again 4 times. I looked out the peephole, but there was no one outside the door. During the day I told this story and joked that death must have taken the wrong door. On the third evening, an acquaintance came to see me and stayed up late. The doorbell rang again, but I pretended not to notice anything to check: maybe I was hallucinating. But he heard everything perfectly and, after my story, exclaimed: “Well, let’s deal with these jokers!” and ran out into the yard. That night I saw him for the last time. No, he didn't disappear. But on the way home he was beaten by a drunken company, and he died in the hospital. The calls stopped. I remembered this story because last night I heard three short rings on the door.

Twin

My girlfriend wrote today that she didn’t know that I had such a charming brother, and even a twin! It turns out that she had just stopped by my house, not knowing that I stayed at work until night, and he met her there. He introduced himself, offered him coffee, told a few funny stories from his childhood, and escorted us to the elevator.

I don’t even know how to tell her that I don’t have a brother.

Damp fog

It was in the mountains of Kyrgyzstan. The climbers set up camp near a small mountain lake. Around midnight everyone wanted to sleep. Suddenly a noise was heard from the direction of the lake: either crying or laughter. Friends (there were five of them) decided to check what was the matter. They found nothing near the shore, but saw a strange fog in which white lights glowed. The guys went to the lights. We took just a couple of steps towards the lake... And then one, who was walking last, noticed that he was standing knee-deep in icy water! He pulled the two closest to him, they came to their senses and got out of the fog. But the two who walked ahead disappeared into the fog and water. It was impossible to find them in the cold and in the dark. Early in the morning, survivors hurried after rescuers. They didn't find anyone. And by evening, the two who had just plunged into the fog also died.

Photo of a girl

One high school student was bored in class and looked out the window. On the grass he saw a photograph thrown by someone. He went out into the yard and picked up the photograph: it showed a very beautiful girl. She was wearing a dress, red shoes, and she was showing the V sign with her hand. The guy began asking everyone if they had seen this girl. But no one knew her. In the evening he put the photo near his bed, and at night he was awakened by a quiet sound, as if someone was scratching on the glass. A woman's laughter was heard in the darkness outside the window. The boy left the house and began to look for the source of the voice. He quickly moved away, and the guy did not notice how, hurrying after him, he ran out onto the roadway. He was hit by a car. The driver jumped out of the car and tried to save the downed man, but it was too late. And then the man noticed a photograph on the ground beautiful girl. She was wearing a dress, red shoes and was showing three fingers.

Grandma Marfa

Grandfather told this story to his granddaughter. As a child, he found himself with his brothers and sisters in a village that the Germans were approaching. The adults decided to hide the children in the forest, in the forester's house. They agreed that Baba Marfa would carry the food for them. But returning to the village was strictly forbidden. This is how the children lived through May and June. Every morning Martha left food in the barn. At first the parents also came running, but then they stopped. The children looked at Martha through the window, she turned and silently, sadly looked at them and baptized the house. One day two men approached the house and invited the children to come with them. These were partisans. From them the children learned that their village was burned a month ago. They also killed Baba Marfa.

Don't open the door!

A twelve-year-old girl lived with her father. They had a great relationship. One day my father was planning to stay late at work and said that he would return late at night. The girl waited for him, waited, and finally went to bed. She dreamed strange dream: the father stood on the other side of the busy highway and shouted something to her. She barely heard the words: “Don’t... open... the door.” And then the girl woke up from the bell. She jumped out of bed, ran to the door, looked through the peephole and saw her father's face. The girl was about to open the lock when she remembered the dream. And my father’s face was somehow strange. She stopped. The bell rang again.
- Dad?
Ding, ding, ding.
- Dad, answer me!
Ding, ding, ding.
- Is there someone there with you?
Ding, ding, ding.
- Dad, why don’t you answer? - the girl almost cried.
Ding, ding, ding.
- I won’t open the door until you answer me!
The doorbell kept ringing and ringing, but the father was silent. The girl sat huddled in the corner of the hallway. This went on for about an hour, then the girl fell into oblivion. At dawn she woke up and realized that the doorbell was no longer ringing. She crept to the door and looked through the peephole again. Her father was still standing there and looking straight at her. The girl carefully opened the door and screamed. Her father's severed head was nailed to the door at peephole level.
There was a note attached to the doorbell with just two words: “Smart girl.”

A selection of 10 bedtime horror stories for adults. If you need to work at night and coffee is no longer working, read these stories. They'll cheer you up. Brrr.

Faces in portraits

One man got lost in the forest. He wandered for a long time and finally came across a hut at dusk. There was no one inside, and he decided to go to bed. But he could not fall asleep for a long time, because there were portraits of some people hanging on the walls, and it seemed to him that they were looking at him ominously. Eventually he fell asleep from exhaustion. In the morning he was awakened by bright sunlight. There were no paintings on the walls. These were windows.

Count to five

One winter, four students from a mountaineering club got lost in the mountains and got caught in a snowstorm. They managed to reach an abandoned and empty house. There was nothing in it to keep warm, and the guys realized that they would freeze if they fell asleep in this place. One of them suggested this. Everyone stands in the corner of the room. First, one runs to the other, pushes him, the latter runs to the third, etc. This way they will not fall asleep, and the movement will warm them up. Until the morning they ran along the walls, and in the morning rescuers found them. When the students later talked about their salvation, someone asked: “If there is one person in each corner, then when the fourth reaches the corner, there should be no one there. Why didn’t you stop then?” The four looked at each other in horror. No, they never stopped.

Damaged film

One girl photographer decided to spend the day and night alone, in a deep forest. She was not afraid, because this was not the first time she had gone hiking. She spent the day photographing trees and grass with a film camera, and in the evening settled down to sleep in her small tent. The night passed peacefully; horror overtook her only a few days later. All four reels produced excellent images, except for the last frame. All the photographs were of her, sleeping peacefully in her tent in the darkness of the night.

Call from the nanny

One day, a married couple decided to go to the cinema and leave the children with a babysitter. They put the children to bed, so the young woman just had to stay home just in case. Soon the girl got bored and decided to watch TV. She called her parents and asked their permission to turn on the TV. They naturally agreed, but she had one more request... she asked if it was possible to cover the statue of an angel outside the window with something, because it made her nervous. The phone went quiet for a second, and then the father who was talking to the girl said: “Take the kids and run from the house... we'll call the police. We don't have an angel statue." The police found everyone remaining at home dead. The angel statue was never discovered.

Who's there?

About five years ago, late at night, 4 short bells rang at my door. I woke up, got angry and didn’t open the door: I wasn’t expecting anyone. On the second night someone called again 4 times. I looked out the peephole, but there was no one outside the door. During the day I told this story and joked that death must have taken the wrong door. On the third evening, an acquaintance came to see me and stayed up late. The doorbell rang again, but I pretended not to notice anything to check: maybe I was hallucinating. But he heard everything perfectly and, after my story, exclaimed: “Well, let’s deal with these jokers!” and ran out into the yard. That night I saw him for the last time. No, he didn't disappear. But on the way home he was beaten by a drunken company, and he died in the hospital. The calls stopped. I remembered this story because last night I heard three short rings on the door.

Twin

My girlfriend wrote today that she didn’t know that I had such a charming brother, and even a twin! It turns out that she had just stopped by my house, not knowing that I stayed at work until night, and he met her there. He introduced himself, offered him coffee, told a few funny stories from his childhood, and escorted us to the elevator.

I don’t even know how to tell her that I don’t have a brother.

Damp fog

It was in the mountains of Kyrgyzstan. The climbers set up camp near a small mountain lake. Around midnight everyone wanted to sleep. Suddenly a noise was heard from the direction of the lake: either crying or laughter. Friends (there were five of them) decided to check what was the matter. They found nothing near the shore, but saw a strange fog in which white lights glowed. The guys went to the lights. We took just a couple of steps towards the lake... And then one, who was walking last, noticed that he was standing knee-deep in icy water! He pulled the two closest to him, they came to their senses and got out of the fog. But the two who walked ahead disappeared into the fog and water. It was impossible to find them in the cold and in the dark. Early in the morning, survivors hurried after rescuers. They didn't find anyone. And by evening, the two who had just plunged into the fog also died.

Photo of a girl

One high school student was bored in class and looked out the window. On the grass he saw a photograph thrown by someone. He went out into the yard and picked up the photograph: it showed a very beautiful girl. She was wearing a dress, red shoes, and she was showing the V sign with her hand. The guy began asking everyone if they had seen this girl. But no one knew her. In the evening he put the photo near his bed, and at night he was awakened by a quiet sound, as if someone was scratching on the glass. A woman's laughter was heard in the darkness outside the window. The boy left the house and began to look for the source of the voice. He quickly moved away, and the guy did not notice how, hurrying after him, he ran out onto the roadway. He was hit by a car. The driver jumped out of the car and tried to save the downed man, but it was too late. And then the man noticed a photograph of a beautiful girl on the ground. She was wearing a dress, red shoes and was showing three fingers.

Grandma Marfa

Grandfather told this story to his granddaughter. As a child, he found himself with his brothers and sisters in a village that the Germans were approaching. The adults decided to hide the children in the forest, in the forester's house. They agreed that Baba Marfa would carry the food for them. But returning to the village was strictly forbidden. This is how the children lived through May and June. Every morning Martha left food in the barn. At first the parents also came running, but then they stopped. The children looked at Martha through the window, she turned and silently, sadly looked at them and baptized the house. One day two men approached the house and invited the children to come with them. These were partisans. From them the children learned that their village was burned a month ago. They also killed Baba Marfa.

Don't open the door!

A twelve-year-old girl lived with her father. They had a great relationship. One day my father was planning to stay late at work and said that he would return late at night. The girl waited for him, waited, and finally went to bed. She had a strange dream: her father was standing on the other side of a busy highway and shouting something to her. She barely heard the words: “Don’t... open... the door.” And then the girl woke up from the bell. She jumped out of bed, ran to the door, looked through the peephole and saw her father's face. The girl was about to open the lock when she remembered the dream. And my father’s face was somehow strange. She stopped. The bell rang again.

Ding, ding, ding.

Dad, answer me!

Ding, ding, ding.

Is there someone there with you?

Ding, ding, ding.

Dad, why don't you answer? - the girl almost cried.

Ding, ding, ding.

I won't open the door until you answer me!

The doorbell kept ringing and ringing, but the father was silent. The girl sat huddled in the corner of the hallway. This went on for about an hour, then the girl fell into oblivion. At dawn she woke up and realized that the doorbell was no longer ringing. She crept to the door and looked through the peephole again. Her father was still standing there and looking straight at her. The girl carefully opened the door and screamed. Her father's severed head was nailed to the door at peephole level.

There was a note attached to the doorbell with just two words: “Smart girl.”

From Yesterday, 16:48

My apartment is cool and fresh, plunged into twilight, barely illuminated by moonlight. Breaking the silence, the hands of the wall clock move. I want to sleep. But the nasty fireworks launchers apparently have a different opinion. Enough! I'm tempted to take a shotgun. And eliminate all these misunderstandings, quietly, harshly, calmly. As a result, I received that sweet serenity on the most ordinary night. Called by some types a holiday! And yet, apparently, my sleep will have to be postponed until tomorrow.

To pass the time, having nothing to do, I went on my laptop. The Internet was full of stupid semi-mystical advice, Happy New Year greetings and other nonsense. Such rotten hypocrisy made it even more disgusting. After browsing through several online resources, I accidentally came across an interesting story:

“Dark Net is the dark side of the World Wide Web, in the wilds of which a mysterious site lurks. When the Internet platform itself appeared. It is unknown. Although, old-timers say, you can get there only during the Two-Face festival. And at exactly midnight, any of us may have a chance. The inscription “funny pranks” will appear on the resinous screen, and under it a line will appear where you need to type the name of the person you are going to play a prank on. And if you believe the legend, immediately after writing the name, something... strange will happen to him.

4 of the creepiest horror stories of our childhood. You will turn gray like the first time!

Remember when we told each other in the camps about the red hand and black curtains? And there was always such a master of storytelling, from whom a familiar story took on the contours of a long and exciting thriller no worse than King’s.

We remembered four such stories. Don't read them in the dark!

Black curtains

One girl's grandmother died. When she was dying, she called the girl’s mother to her and said:

Do what you want with my room, but don’t hang black curtains there.

They hung white curtains in the room, and now the girl began to live there. And everything was fine.

But one day she went with the bad guys to burn tires. They decided to burn the tires in the cemetery, right on an old grave that had collapsed. They began to argue about who would set the fire, drawing lots with matches, and it fell to the girl to set the fire. So she set a tire on fire, and smoke came out and straight into her eyes. Hurt! She screamed, the guys were scared for her and dragged her by the hands to the hospital. But she doesn't see anything.

At the hospital they told her that it was a miracle that her eyes were not burnt out, and they prescribed a regimen - to sit at home with her eyes closed and to always keep the room dark and dark. And don't go to school. And no fire can be seen until he recovers!

Then the mother began to look for dark curtains for the girl’s room. I searched and searched, but there were no dark ones, only white, yellow, green light ones. And black ones. There was nothing to do, she bought black curtains and hung them in the girl’s room.

The next day my mother hung them up and went to work. And the girl sat down homework write at the table. She sits and feels something touching her elbow. She shook herself, looked, and there was nothing but curtains near her elbow. And so on several times.

The next day she feels something touching her shoulders. He jumps up, and there is nothing around, only the curtains hanging nearby.

On the third day, she immediately moved the chair to the far end of the table. She’s sitting, writing her homework, and something is touching her neck! The girl jumped up and ran to the kitchen, and did not enter the room.

Mom came, the lessons were not written, she began to scold the girl. And the girl began to cry and ask her mother not to leave her in that room.

Mom says:

You can't be such a coward! Look, I’ll sit at your table all night today while you sleep, so that you know that there’s nothing wrong.

In the morning the girl wakes up, calls her mother, but her mother is silent. The girl began to cry loudly from fear, the neighbors came running, and her mother was sitting dead at the table. They took her to the morgue.

Then the girl went to the kitchen, took matches, returned to the bedroom and set fire to the black curtains. They burned, but it made her eyes leak out.

Sister

One girl’s father died, and her mother was very poor, she didn’t work and couldn’t do it, and they had to sell the apartment. They went to grandma’s old house in the village; grandma had died two years ago, and no one lived there. But it was decent there, because a neighbor cleaned it up for money. And the girl and her mother began to live there. The girl had a long way to go to school, and she was given a certificate that she studied at home, and only went to take all sorts of exams and tests at the end of the quarter at school in the regional center, so she and her mother sat at home all day, only sometimes they went to the store, also to the regional center. And my mother was pregnant, and her belly was growing.

He grew for a long, long time, and grew twice as big as usual, so the child was not born for so long. Then my mother seemed to go to the store in the winter, and she was gone for almost a week, the girl was completely exhausted: she was scared at home alone, the windows were black, the electricity was intermittent, there were snowdrifts up to the very windows. The food was running out, but her neighbor fed her. And then late in the evening, or at night, there was a knock on the door and my mother’s voice called out to the girl. The girl opened it and her mother came in. She was all pale, with blue circles around her eyes, thin and tired. She gave birth to a child and held him in her arms, wrapped in some kind of shabby skin, maybe even a dog's. The girl quickly closed the door, put the child on the table, and began to undress her mother - she was very cold, she was all icy. The girl lit a fire in the iron stove, near this stove they warmed themselves in the evenings, and sat the mother down in an old chair, and then went to see the child.

I slowly unfolded it, and there was such a child that it was immediately clear that this was not a newborn or even a baby. There's another girl there three years old or four, the face is small and angry, and there are no arms or legs.

Oh mom, who is this? - the girl asked, and her mother said:

All babies are ugly at first. When my little sister grows up, everything will be fine. Give it here.

She took the baby in her arms and began to breastfeed. And that girl sucks her breast as if nothing had happened, and looks at the first girl slyly and maliciously.

And their names were Nastya and Olya, Olya - the one without arms and without legs.

And this Olya herself already ran and jumped perfectly, that is, she crawled very quickly, on her stomach. And she jumped on it, and she was able, like a caterpillar, to stand up and use her teeth, for example, to grab something and pull it towards herself. There was no way to save her. She knocked everything over, gnawed, spoiled it, and her mother told Nastya to clean up after her, because Nastya was the eldest and also because now her mother felt bad all the time, she was sick and even slept strangely, with her eyes open, as if she was just lying in a faint. Now Nastya cooked for herself and ate separately from her mother, because her mother had her own diet for nursing mothers. Life has become completely disgusting. If Nastya didn’t eat and didn’t clean up after the dirty little Olya, then her mother would send her either to get firewood or to do her homework, and Nastya spent the whole day and whole evening solving problems and writing exercises, and also taught all kinds of physics so that she could retell everything without stumbling over a single word. Mom did almost nothing, she kept feeding Olya or resting between feedings, because a nursing woman gets very tired, and everything was on Nastya, and washing Olya too, and Olya squirmed and laughed disgustingly, it was also a pleasure to wash her off the poop. But Nastya endured everything for the sake of her mother.

So a month or two passed, and the winter only became colder, and everything around was in snowdrifts, and the light bulbs that hung in the rooms without chandeliers flickered all the time and were very dim.

Suddenly Nastya began to notice that someone was approaching her at night and breathing over her face. At first she thought that it was her mother, as before, looking to see if she was sleeping well and whether the blanket had slipped, and then she looked through her eyelashes, and it was Olya standing upright by the bed and looking at her, and smiling so much that her heart was in her heels. .

Then Olya noticed that Nastya was looking, and said in a disgusting voice:

Who asked you to watch when you shouldn’t? Now I will bite your fingers off. One finger per night. And then I’ll start eating my hands. And this is how my hands will grow.

And she immediately bit off Nastya’s little finger on her hand, and blood flowed from there. Nastya lay there in a daze, but she jumped up from the pain and screamed! But mom is still sleeping, and Olya is laughing and jumping.

Okay,” said Nastya. “I still can’t do anything with you.”

And she lay down as if to sleep. And I even fell asleep.

And in the morning Olya pooped herself again, and her mother told Nastya to wash her. It’s good that there was still firewood in the house, because due to the snowdrifts it was already impossible to reach the woodpile and the well too. Nastya took water for the bath directly from the snow, scooped up the snow with a bucket and heated it on the stove. The wound from the bitten finger hurt a lot, but Nastya didn’t say anything to her mother. I took Olya and began to bathe her in a baby bathtub that they had found in the attic when they were moving. Olya, as always, wriggles and giggles, and Nastya began to drown her. Then Olya broke up, fought terribly, bit Nastya all over, but Nastya drowned her anyway, and she stopped breathing, and then Nastya put her on the table and saw that her mother was still looking at the stove and did not notice anything. And then Nastya lost consciousness because a lot of blood was leaking from the bites.

During the night, the house was so covered with snow that the neighbor got scared and called rescuers. They arrived and dug up the house, and found inside a fainting girl with bitten hands, a dead mummified woman and a wooden doll without arms or legs.

Nastya was then sent to an orphanage for the deaf and dumb. She was actually mute and spoke to her mother with her hands.

The girl who played the piano

One girl with her mother and father moved into a new apartment, very beautiful, large, with a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom, two bedrooms, and in the living room there was a German piano made of cherry wood. Do you know what polished cherry wood looks like? It is dark red and glistens like blood.

The piano was very necessary because the girl went to the community center to learn to play the piano.
And on new apartment something strange happened to the girl. She began to play this piano at night, although she had not really liked it before. Played quietly, but audible.

At first, her parents didn’t scold her, they thought she’d play enough and stop, but the girl didn’t stop.

They enter the hall, she stands near the piano, notes on the piano, and looks at her parents. They scold her, she is silent.

Then they began to lock the piano.

But it’s unclear how the girl still opened the piano every night and played it.

They began to shame her, punish her, but she still plays the piano at night.

They began to lock her bedroom. And she, who knows how, gets out and plays again.

Then she was told that she would be sent to a boarding school. She cried and cried, they told her, give her your honest pioneer word that you won’t play anymore, but she was silent again. They sent me to a boarding school.

And the next day, someone strangled her mom and dad during the night.

They began to look for who could have strangled them, and asked the girl if she knew something. And then she told me.
It was not she who played the red piano. Every night she was woken up by flying white hands and told to turn over the notes while they played the piano. But she didn’t tell anyone, because she was afraid and because no one would believe it anyway.

Then the investigator tells her:

I believe you.

Because a pianist used to live in this apartment. He was arrested because he wanted to poison the government. When they arrested him, he began to ask that they not hit him on his hands, because he needed his hands to play the piano. Then one NKVD officer said that he would make sure that the NKVD did not touch his hands, took a shovel from the janitor and cut off both hands. And from this the pianist died.

And this nkvdsheshnik was the girl’s dad.

Wrong girl

In the class of one girl named Katya appeared new teacher. He had evil eyes, but everyone praised him very much because he spoke in a kind voice and because if a student did not obey him for a long time, the teacher invited him to drink tea, and after tea the student became the most obedient child in the world and spoke only when asked. And all the students in the girl’s class became obedient, only the girl herself was still ordinary.

One day, the girl’s mother sent the girl to take some purchases home to the teacher that he asked her to make. The girl came, the teacher sat her down to drink tea in the kitchen and said:

Sit here quietly and don't go into the basement.

And he took the purchases and went with them to the attic.

The girl drank tea, but the teacher didn’t come. She began to wander around the rooms, looking at photographs and paintings on the walls. She was walking over the stairs to the basement, and the ring that her grandmother gave her fell off her finger. The girl decided to quickly take off the ring and sit in the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

She went down to the basement, looked around, and there were basins of blood all around. Some contain intestines, others contain liver, others contain brains, and others contain eyes. And he looks, the eyes are human! She got scared and started screaming!

Then a teacher entered the basement with a large knife. He looked and said:

You are bad, worthless, wrong Katya.

He grabbed Katya's braids and cut them off.

From this hair I will make the hair of a good, proper Katya. And now I need your skin. I will give the right Katya the glass eyes that your mother bought for me, but I need real skin.

And he raised the knife again.

Katya began to run around the basement, and the teacher stood by the stairs and laughed:

There is no other way out of this basement, run and run until you fall, then it will become easier to skin you.

Then the girl calmed down and decided to cheat. She went straight at him. She walks and shakes all over, and suddenly nothing happens. And he will kill her and put her in basins, and an obedient doll will go home instead.

And the teacher still laughs and shows the knife.

Then the girl suddenly tore the beads from her neck, which her grandmother had also given her, and how she threw them in the teacher’s face! Straight into the eyes and mouth! The teacher stepped back, his eyes were bloodshot and he couldn’t see anything. He tried to rush at the girl, but the beads had already fallen to the floor, rolled around, and he slipped on them and fell. And the girl jumped on his head with both feet, and he lost consciousness. And then she crawled out of the basement and ran to the police.

The teacher was later shot. In another city, where he previously worked, he replaced an entire school with walking dolls.

Hungry doll

One girl with her mom and dad moved into another apartment. And in the children's room, there was a doll nailed to the wall. Dad tried to pull the nails out, but couldn't. They left it like that.

So the girl went to bed, and suddenly the doll moves her head, opens her eyes, looks at the girl and says in a scary voice:

Let me eat some red stuff!

The girl was scared, and the doll said it in a deep voice again and again.

Then the girl went to the kitchen, cut her finger, took a spoonful of blood, came back and poured it into the doll’s mouth. And the doll calmed down.

The next night everything is the same again. And on to the next one. So the girl gave her blood by the spoonful to the doll for a week and began to lose weight and turn pale.

And on the seventh day the doll drank blood and said in its terrible voice:

Listen, crazy girl, don’t you have any jam at home?

Stories told by Lilith Mazikina

Illustrations: Shutterstock

When my aunt got married, her mother was no longer alive. The wedding took place in a private house, the toilet was in the garden. When it got dark, the groom decided to run there slowly. He opens the door, and there is a woman sitting there. He was embarrassed and quickly closed the door.

I stood there thinking for a while and remembered that it seemed like all the guests were in the house or nearby, there shouldn’t be anyone in the garden. I opened the door again, and there was no one there. He screams and runs. They barely calmed down. When he told what he saw, the relatives realized that he was describing the bride’s mother in exactly the clothes in which she was buried. They decided that she came to see her son-in-law.

It was at night, the cat, as usual, slept at the feet. I also fell asleep. And suddenly I woke up with some very unpleasant feeling - either fear or cold. I open my eyes, I want to get up, since I can’t sleep, and then I catch the eyes of a cat - warning me and with its ears pinned somewhere to the side nearby. I turn my gaze in that direction and see a huge, foggy-gray, but very dense creature sneaking across the room. With something like a face with closed eyes. He moves towards the window, putting his hands in front of him, like a man in the dark - by touch.

I couldn't even scream from horror. And suddenly this creature felt the gaze, slowly turned around and clearly began to sniff. Then the cat silently released his claws at my leg with all his might, and I turned my gaze to him. The creature immediately lost interest, walked to the window and disappeared.
The cat soon fell asleep, and I shivered in bed until the morning, afraid to even get up and turn on the light.

This incident also happened at night, more precisely, already at 5 am. I woke up from a short ring at the door. My first thought was, what if something happened to my relatives, who else would have come at that time? I rushed to the door, sleepy, and asked: who is there? Silence. I didn't see anyone through the peephole. I looked at the clock and went to bed. And as soon as I lay down, the second call immediately came.

Then I foolishly opened the door without asking questions. Behind the door stood something tall, resembling a gray rectangular silhouette of a man without a neck, without arms, with darker outlines of eyes and mouth. And where the chest was, there was an opening in which it was raining. At this point I thought clearly, even without fear - everyone is going crazy, they’ve arrived. And yet she asked: who are you? Somehow I almost heard the answer: Shadow. I'm coming to you. Can I log in? I answered: no. She slammed the door and went to bed. That's all. There were no more calls.

I did go to the doctor later. I was glad that the roof was in place, but I still don’t know what it was.

A friend of mine and her friends, having gotten tipsy, decided to summon the “spirit of Pushkin,” even though the aunts were already adults, all at least 40, but such childhood had come over them.

We had fun and fooled around. Nothing worked out. But it started at night. It was at a friend’s dacha, and everyone spent the night there. Windows and doors began to open on their own, the radiators rattled, as if they were moving a stick back and forth across them. The peak was when a certain “force” pulled off the blanket from one of the ladies. Another received a blow to the cheek and even had an abrasion. It ended up that I had to send the priest out to clean the house. Oh, he swore! He said that they “let in a restless spirit.” But I cleared it, everything stopped. But the friend and her friends all quarreled with each other. And from scratch.

Oh, it’s better not to tell me, they won’t believe it anyway... When my father died, my grandmother, my mother and I decided to lie down in one room; in the other there was a coffin. Grandma quickly fell asleep, and my mother and I lay still and thought, thought, thought... And suddenly we clearly heard our father’s snoring. From the very room where his body lay. My mother and I were numb, she squeezed my hand, “Did you hear?” - “Yeah” - “Oh, mommies...”.

The snoring lasted 10-15 seconds, but that was enough for us to not leave the bedroom for the rest of the night. We left only when friends and relatives began to arrive early in the morning. Still no one believes. But we couldn’t have heard the same thing, could we? And also, when they brought my father to the monastery for the funeral service, his face changed, it became more peaceful, it seemed that he was smiling. And this was already noticed by everyone who saw him off from home and attended the funeral service.

I was 15, my second cousin was 16. The house that his father built was at the stage of walls. The basement floor was already ready, the floor boards were “rough” - with considerable gaps between them. The passage to the ground floor was closed by an old street door - very heavy. We climbed in there with the neighbor girls and a battery-powered tape recorder. They didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t take pills. Summer, seven o'clock in the evening. At some point, the music ended and we heard someone approaching the gate from the street side, then the folded hook jingled and we heard footsteps - a heavy man's gait.

We hid. Then this someone came into the house and went through the rooms. We heard footsteps - but through the cracks in the floor we could see that there was no one in the house! Then the steps started to leave, we rushed to the vents in the foundation to see who it was - and saw no one. The steps died down - we crawled out of the basement: the gate was closed. The house has been completed. My brother’s wife says that the cat periodically arches and hisses at someone, and the dog freezes and looks carefully at one point.

One day - I was six years old - I woke up as if with a jolt. A dim light fell on the blanket from the side of the table that stood behind the headboard at my feet. Something huge froze in anticipation - it was there, behind the headboard - the light was falling from it! But I didn’t even have time to think about it or turn my head to look...

A chilling sound split the silence of the room. I turned sharply towards the table, and my desperate cry merged with the roar of a monstrous creature hanging over the table. The creature's legs were not visible, but the palms with outstretched fingers were facing me - one hand was at the shoulder, the other extended forward, attacking me... The creature's hair stood up, framing its head in a halo, its huge eyes glowed with anger. Before me is a strange and dangerous creature. I screamed and the vision disappeared. The room plunged into darkness. A frightened father ran up, but due to severe stuttering I was unable to say anything...

After my grandfather's funeral, but before 40 days from the date of his death, we went to the village where he lived for the last 10 years. We went to bed, I started to fall asleep, but I heard some sounds in the hallway, as if someone was walking. I thought: “This is probably grandpa. But he won’t do anything bad to us, he loved us very much.” And she fell asleep peacefully.

I told my mother later, it turns out she also heard the stomping and also fell asleep peacefully. But my grandfather’s son-in-law (my mother’s sister’s husband, my uncle) stayed up longer than us. He heard the door to the neighboring house slamming and something rumbled in the hallway. And then the door to the hut where we slept opened and grandfather came in. Uncle threw himself into bed under the covers and didn’t hear anything else.

I was 12 years old at the time, maybe younger, and I was left at home alone. Parents went to visit friends or on some business. We live in a private house in a small village, surrounded by forest.

So I decided to call my mother to find out when my parents would be home. I call and hear voices. I thought there was a problem on the line, I called back again, heard the voices again, and listened. And there two people discussed how they like to eat human meat, shared recipes, discussed how best to prepare canned food. Now I understand that it was most likely a very stupid joke, but then it was very scary. It seemed to me that they knew what I heard and would definitely find me by phone number.

I couldn’t call my parents, I thought I’d run into those cannibals again. Alone, the house is big, breaking a window is a piece of cake.

The younger of my two cousins ​​was getting married. I came to invite my mother to the wedding. She asked when the wedding was scheduled. The answer made her tense: this is the day of death of her mother, my grandmother, and, accordingly, the grandmother of my cousin. In response to the remark, the brother replied that it was okay, “this wedding will be a gift for grandma.”

A week before the wedding, the bride's parents arrived at the groom's house to meet future relatives and discuss the details of the upcoming celebration. We sat and talked. The owners wanted to show the house to the guests. We walked and wandered around and went into our parents’ bedroom. The mother of the bride looked at the photographs on the wall and almost lost consciousness; the men supported her when she almost fell to the floor.

It turned out that the day before she woke up in the middle of the night (or thought that she woke up), and next to her, leaning over her, stood a woman in a white robe. The woman said: “It’s not appropriate to do this, we must honor it.” And she left. The future mother-in-law recognized that woman in the photograph on the wall. This was my grandmother.

By the way, they lived only two months after the wedding, then they ran away. The story is not made up.