Scary Stories To Tell In the Dark

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Some stories are just scarier to tell in the dark. We dare you to read these scary stories alone.

1. The New House

The year was 2000, and the place was a beautiful house outside a small town in the state of Ohio. I had lived in this area all my life, and never heard any rumors about this house. I must give you more information on our ‘find,’ so you can understand how excited and lucky we considered ourselves.

The three bedroom, custom-built house sat on four beautiful landscaped acres. It had three bedrooms, three fireplaces, and built-in lighting. This house was like something out of House Beautiful, which is why I didn’t question why the price was so reasonable, why a place like this had sat empty for three years, or why the owners had just up and left. I now realize, they had abandoned the house they had put so much care into building. Within two months I would understand why.

I, my husband, and our 20-year-old daughter started working on getting ready to move in. This was a major undertaking, as the entire place was filthy and neglected. I couldn’t believe these people didn’t at least have someone do some light cleaning and upkeep.

Off the back patio was a 32 by 40-foot swimming pool, with bathhouse. The pool hadn’t been touched for three years. It was filthy and the bottom of the deep end still had four feet of water, which we had to pump out, finding furniture, logs, and carcasses of animals among other things. That is, after we had an exterminator out to kill an infestation of bees in the ground under the cement apron around the pool. The exterminator said he had never seen this species of bee that far north.

Within a week we were moving in. I should have realized immediately something was not right when my cats didn’t want to leave the den, which was attached to the garage. This room and the garage were added at a later date, after the basement had been dug. This was the only room in the house where my family and I were truly comfortable. I still wasn’t putting two and two together.

My daughter was the first to start feeling that things just weren’t right. She would hear what she thought was me or my husband wandering around the house in the middle of the night turning lights on and off. She would turn her bedroom light on, leave the room for a while, and when she returned, the light was off. The same with the closet door. She would open the door and return to find it closed. You must understand that these things were being done to all three of us at different times, which made us think that one or the other of us was coming behind, turning lights off and closing doors.

The feeling of unrest was getting stronger as the days passed. My husband and I started having disagreements, which were turning into all-out fights. I was fighting with my daughter about everything – her boyfriends, her clothes, she could do nothing right. The problem with our lights was getting worse and worse. I discussed with the family that there was a chance we were having paranormal occurrences. My husband was skeptical at first, but after about two months of living in the house, he changed his mind.

We had been living there for 58 days when, during the evening, my daughter and my husband got into a terrible fight. I was scared for both of us, because my husband was ranting, throwing things, and cursing at me because I was defending my daughter. He finally packed a bag and stormed out into the dark. I waited and chain smoked for hours. My daughter and I finally fell asleep, and sometime during the early morning hours my husband returned. This was Saturday. Sunday was spent apart from each other, not speaking, not even in the same room together. There was a feeling in the house that I can only describe as sinister. Whatever was here was beginning to show its evil face in earnest.

Monday started with the dark feeling still creeping around the house. My husband left for work at 6:30, my daughter at 8:30. At 10:00 I went into my daughter’s bedroom gathering dirty clothes, when I felt a brush against my legs, a glimpse of white, and the feeling of warmth. The image of my dog Ashley went through my mind. I had loved Ashley so much, and was heartbroken three months earlier when she had been killed in an auto accident. This was the first time I had been visited by her. There was no doubt in my mind that Ashley was trying to warn me of what was waiting in the kitchen.

I went to the basement and started the laundry, then went back upstairs to the kitchen to do the dishes, when I realized that I wasn’t alone. I cannot to this day describe the entity I saw, but I will try.

The room started darkening, like the sun going behind clouds, or all the blinds of the room being closed, which they weren’t. I saw a black shape out of the corner of my eye at the point where the wall meets the ceiling. Then the entity was moving around the walls, following me. I couldn’t breathe, I gasped for air, my heart was beating out of my chest from sheer terror. I knew I would die if I didn’t get out of there. The thing was getting larger by the second, it was all around me, like it wanted to smother me. As I ran from the kitchen, I knew we had to leave that evil place as fast as possible.

The only safe places in the house, as I mentioned earlier, were the den and the garage. I wandered around outside and in the den the rest of the day. When my husband and daughter arrived home, I told them about my experience, and we all agreed to leave. From then on, no one was to stay in the house alone. Within three days I found us a mobile home to rent. We took a few clothes, the bare necessities in food an hygiene, and hauled the mattresses out, not even taking time to tear down the beds.

I now live in Colorado, and don’t get to Ohio often. The last time I saw that house was 2005. The house was occupied, so I was told. It was impossible to tell from the road. The grass was at least four feet high, junk cars were sitting around in the backyard, all the drapes were drawn, the place looked deserted and evil. Maybe the house had finally found the right people.

I have since found out that when the ground was being excavated for the basement, a burial ground was unearthed. Many bones including skulls were discovered. I have never heard what type of cemetery this was, though. As for the original occupants of the house, they always had problems while living there. They had moved out of state also.

I know there are good and evil forces here on Earth. I can only tell you my greatest salvation was my faith and the love of my family. My husband now realizes this also.

2. The Mourning Woman

This is a ghost story that my dad always tells the family whenever we have a party or get-together. He swears that it is true and that it happened to him and his friends when they were younger. My dad grew up on Wilkens Avenue in Baltimore. Now, back in the early 60’s, when all of this occurred, there wasn’t much to do in his neighborhood on a Saturday night, at least not for teenagers. He and his friends used to go to Louden Park Cemetery and make out with girls.

So the story goes, my dad and his friends, along with their girlfriends, went to the cemetery one night to drink beer and make out. When they got there it started to rain, so they went to find cover at a local pizza place; but they forgot to bring their beer with them. When the rain stopped they all went back to try and find it. By that time it was getting pretty late.

Now, the way the cemetery was lined up, on one end were houses, and on the other end was a car dealership. The end near the houses was dark at this time, while the car dealership stayed lit at all hours. When they got down to where the beer had been left, they were on the darker residential side. Once they found the beer they split up again into couples and separated so they could neck in privacy.

My dad and his girlfriend were the ones who first saw the ghost. The girl was startled when she looked and saw a tall, dark, shadowy outline of a very large woman dressed in the traditional all-black funeral gown with a veil. The woman had her hands in an upward ‘praying’ position. Now, being the calm, cool, and collected, sex-crazed guy that my dad was, he reassured her that the shadow was just a statue of an angel praying, so that the girl would forget about it and go back to kissing him.

After a few more minutes of making out, however, my dad looked back over at the supposed statue and was startled to find that its hands, which had been in the upright prayer position, were now down by its sides. Well, this was enough for him, so he and the girl ran to find the others.

When they finally all met up, the guys had the girls go and wait at the front gate of the cemetery while they, being the manly men that they were, would fight this peeping tom. The guys all got together and once again entered the cemetery in search of this strange lady in black. They found her, exactly where my dad had said she would be.

At the time my dad didn’t noticed it, but he later noted that the woman was standing in front of a freshly-filled grave. (I know t sounds corny, but he swears it.) Well, they found this woman in black and decided to tell her what they thought of her. They yelled a few choice words at her, and she turned and faced them. Let’s just say they didn’t feel too manly then. They still persisted, though, shouting other things at the tall woman. This caused her – it – to turn and step toward them.

Every time the woman would take a step toward the young men, they would logically take a step back. This step-forward, step-back thing continued for a bit until the woman’s steps began getting faster. My dad and his friends decided that this was the time to turn and run. They instinctually ran toward the light of the car dealership at the other end of the cemetery. When they were closer enough to the lights to make out the woman more clearly, they turned to look. When they did this, they saw whatever it was that was chasing them turn around and head back into the cemetery. The thing went behind a tall hedge and didn’t emerge again. Well, my dad and his friends had had enough for one night, and didn’t give chase.

When my dad first told me this story, I didn’t believe him. Then one night he had his high school reunion, and his old girlfriend and her husband came to our house. This was the same girl that had been with him that night, and when I asked her about the story, she repeated it to me word for word. Now I believe.

3. Have You Seen the Beast?

According to everything that I’ve been told, this story is true. I was at the wedding rehearsal in the story, but I was only 5 and somehow I don’t remember any of this happening. But my father used to tell it after dinner at ghost story time, and I grew up thinking it was just a cool story. A few weeks ago I found out from my mother that it is indeed true. I did change the date and location a little.

It was around 1985. The Gila National Forest stretches between Silver City and Lordsburg. It is protected by the government nowadays, but it wasn’t always that way. A long time ago it belonged to the Indians of the area, and small wars were waged between them and the settlers moving in. A lot of killing, kidnapping, and all sorts of other nasty stuff happened. It was known as the Killing Grounds to all of the residents in the area, and the name itself should imply that no sane person would want to be caught in those woods during the daytime, much less after dark. Sometimes people were known to go into those woods and never come back out, and people from around those parts have three ideas as to exactly what is out there.

First, and most popular with the locals, were ‘haints’ – the ghosts of dead people who simply couldn’t rest after the atrocities committed against them (which, by the way, makes some sense given the history of the place). The second, and most popular in its own right with those who had no belief in the supernatural, was the story that just maybe there were some Indians still living in those woods with a bone to pick. The last explanation, which most people in town never even wanted to think about as a possibility, was the one my dad proclaimed as the truth: he believed that what was hiding out in those woods was the Devil himself.

One day in early March, in Lordsburg, we were setting up for the wedding dress rehearsal of a family friend. Everyone was there and ready to go, but no one could find the best man. He had called us from Silver City (a twenty minute drive) to let us know he was almost there, but hat had been over two hours ago, and people were starting to worry.

We waited about an hour longer, and still he never showed up. Finally the groom, who was also the best man’s brother, called the police, not extremely worried, knowing that his brother’s truck wasn’t in the best running condition and the road he’d been driving was pretty deserted. He may have even had to walk.

The police agreed to send someone out to check on him, and indeed an hour later we got a phone call saying that they had found his truck parked on the side of the road. He had his sun visor up with the words NEED HELP, PLEASE CALL POLICE written on it, facing the road. Still, they had seen no sign of him walking down the road, and he had left his driver’s side door wide open, with the keys in the ignition. Stranger still, when the cop tried to start the truck, it started up instantly, so there seemed to be nothing at all wrong with it.

A few hours later, as it started getting dark, the police decided to do a search for him, as still no one had heard from him, and the circumstances were starting to seem pretty strange. They got their canine units and gave the dogs the scent, then let them lead.

The funny thing was, instead of staying on the side of the road, the dogs led them into the woods. After about a half a mile or so, one of the policemen stumbled. When he looked down to see what had tripped him up, he saw it was a small pyramid made from rocks, a little messy now because he had stumbled over it and upset it. A few feet ahead, he noticed a slightly bigger pyramid, perfectly shaped, and he pointed this out to the others.

They realized that it was a trail. The dogs had been leading them in the same direction as the pyramids, so this must have been where the man went, building these little pyramid-shaped piles of rocks every so often as he went.

Eventually, they ended up at a small convenience store, right outside the border of the forest, and asked the man behind the counter if he had seen the missing man. To their surprise, he said yes. He said of course, no one could forget a guy dressed in a tuxedo who came around asking for The Beast, and continued by saying that the man should be locked up because he’s crazy.

Of course, the police asked him what exactly he was talking about with this Beast thing. He responded by saying, “All he kept telling me was ‘I’m looking for The Beast, have you seen him? He’s been asking for me, and I don’t want to keep him waiting. I’ve left a trail for him to follow, and he’s supposed to meet me….’ He kept rambling on like that.”

Confused, the police stayed on the trail of the little pyramids, but after a few miles the trail stopped. When they tried the dogs again, the dogs could no longer find the scent. A larger search took place in the following days, but it turned up nothing.

They never found the young man who had walked through the woods that day. What happened to him? No one knows. Maybe he wandered too far into the woods, got lost, and died. That doesn’t explain all of the circumstances, but it certainly is possible. Then again, maybe it’s like my dad thought. Maybe e met someone in those woods, and maybe he made a bargain. Maybe, just maybe, he finally did meet The Beast.

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