![]() Its authors had a gift for the spine-tingling detail you just can’t shake – they were so good, in fact, they would never dream of starting a story with a cliché like, “It was a dark and stormy night.” The horror story-themed Reddit forum (known as a “subreddit”) had built a massive following by curating some of the scariest tales on the internet. I stood there shocked for another minute and a half before my friend walk out the door of his home shook me and said “The fuck are you doing?” then I snapped out of it.It was a dark and stormy night when the online forum r/nosleep closed its doors to the general public. From behind the tree it leaned over and stuck its head out as if it was to see if I was still there, once, twice then it bolted from behind the tree into an empty plot. As it stared at me it gave me the feeling that it was not human. I waited another minute before the shape looked at me for about thirty seconds and bolted behind a tree. I stood there for a good five minutes before deciding I would wait for the friend who’s home I was standing in front of came to walk to the bus stop. I thought that was just a drunk guy or crackhead so I decided I would just wait for him to dance away. I turned the corner and crossed the street to the other side of the sidewalk when I saw about 10-20 yards in front of me a tall outline was what looked like dancing in a circle on the sidewalk. I leave for my bus at 6:30 AM and this was like and other day. ![]() I need to inform you that I live in a poor neighborhood, drugs and shit run rampant. I don’t know how many times I’ve told her that the accident wasn’t her fault and that I’m scared, lost and needed her now more than ever.įirst, this actually happened to me about two weeks ago and may just be a crackhead. So, I tried messing her on Facebook today…not surprised she told me to stop messaging her and that “this wasn’t funny” when I told her that I had no idea what she was talking about and all I wanted to do was fix whatever it was that was wrong she went crazy stating that this was cruel and a “bad joke”. As confused as I was, I tried to tell myself that there had to be a good reason for her hurtful actions. It started off with her ignoring my texts so I tried calling her for a while before she blocked my number. My best friend has been mean and distant lately and I don’t know why, I’ve been nothing but a good friend to the very end. “No, that is MY boy”, a guttural voice declared. My reflection flickered momentarily, before an unearthly hand stretched out from the glass and plucked my son from my lap. “That’s my boy”, I said matter-of-factly, pointing to my son’s reflection while beaming with pride. I looked at our reflections in the mirror, in awe of the perfect little cherub I was blessed with. The old well had beams supporting a rope and pulley with a bucket attached, even though Keith was told that well ran dry before he was born.Īfter several giddy minutes spent making silly faces with my son, I sighed and held him close, and smiled. ![]() Keith was out playing after dark on the family’s small farm near the well. Keith was 12 the first time the old man in the well spoke to him. The Old Man In The Well by Hotblooded1988 Then, I hear a low evil voice say “ God can’t help you anymore.” 5. I close my eyes and in my head start saying “ God will protect me, God will protect me.” I panic and try to move my body the ringing gets louder and louder and louder and I can feel myself crying. I open my eyes and see a very tall and dark figure with two horns on each side of his head just standing there in the corner of my room facing me. I was too scared to open my eyes but I felt a presence of someone in the room with me (my room isn’t completely dark because I have a small blue night light). If I tried to move I’d get a really loud ringing noise in both my ears it would get louder each time I moved. I woke up in the middle of the night frozen.
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