Scary stories (dont read if you are easily scared)

[Major and Junie]

(is it a true story in fake world??? that does not seem real)

[derision]

( i mean true story that happened to me in a dream forgot to put that there. )

[Major and Junie]

(i also have freaky dreams one about big green opaloompas!!!)

[snowykay]

Yay! I love this thread! That was a good story!

I have scary dreams about evil pink elephants. *shrug* I have no idea.

[just'marley]

Not to sound rude or anything, but that has nothing to do with the topic. Everyone has freaky dreams... you dont need to tell us? And, Major, you have been double posting a lot. I just don't want you to get in trouble. Sorry if I seem rude or mini-moddish.

[Forever is Now]

Can you please not? Because I love this thread and dont want it to get locked


I hate this soo much ...

The Rake

During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, humanlike creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed.

Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of thier enounters with a creature of unkown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.

In early 2006, the collaboration had accumulated nearly two dozen documents dating between the 12th century and present day, spanning 4 continents. In almost all cases, the stories were identical. I’ve been in contact with a member of this group and was able to get some exceprts from their upcoming book.

The Rake

A Suicide Note: 1964

As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye.

Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope.

‘Dearest Linnie,
I have prayed for you. He spoke your name.’

A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880

I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text).

A Mariner’s Log: 1691

He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.


From a Witness: 2006

Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night.

At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing.

After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It’s body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him.

My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature.

In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband’s face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids’ rooms.

I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara.

The creature ran down the stairs while my husband and I rushed to help our daughter. She was very badly injured and spoke only once more in her short life. She said “he is the Rake”.

My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive.

Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either.

For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent’s house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake.

It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship’s log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log.

There were, however, many instances where the creature’s visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter.

I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day)

On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can’t listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven’t let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I’ve heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don’t remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment.

The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter’s head make me very upset.

I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I’ll wake up to see him staring at me.

If Im still awake at early hourse of the morning, the thought of this keeps me from sleeping ((I think this thread needs some really scary stories brought back))

[snowykay]

Not to sound rude or anything, but that has nothing to do with the topic. Everyone has freaky dreams... you dont need to tell us? And, Major, you have been double posting a lot. I just don't want you to get in trouble. Sorry if I seem rude or mini-moddish.

Freaky dreams are scary stories in your head. Observe, here is my most recent evil pink elephant dream:

I was sitting on a park bench at night. I was watching a fountain bubble and spray cool water at me. No one else was there. In my mind, I thought: this is a perfect Stephen King story setting. I heard heavy footsteps coming, and I whipped around. There were three giant pink elephants right there, with an evil glint in their eyes. At first I cracked up, exploding with laughter. Then one stepped on a tree, splintering it and making shrapnel fly all over, making splinters go up my arm. I stopped laughing and cursed the pain in my arm and at the elephants. "What'd you do that for, you stupid elephant?!" I yelled after I finished cursing. The elephants picked trees up with their trunks (don't ask) and started flinging them at me. "Hey!" I yelled, then turned and fled. The pink elephants chased me all over the park until a thunderbird (don't ask) started drooping coconuts (don't ask) on their heads, making them stop. Then I rode on the thunderbird and name it Elephant (don't ask). The end.

XD I have weird dreams. It wasn't even scary or anything!

[Zitface]

/We/? Don't make me laugh. You mean "us" as in you and your little buddies. I was merely jumping in the try and get you to stop, but apparently that didn't process, so oh well.
Sue me for my love of Ohio, here's another one:

"Otterbein Cemetery - Bloody Horseshoe Grave
It was during the 1840's that James Henry was faced with a dilemma. He had been courting two women, Rachel Hodge and Mary Angle, and could not decide which one he wanted to marry. As the story goes, the final decision was not to be made by Henry, but by his horse.

One night, Henry fell asleep while riding home. When he awoke, he found that his horse had not taken him home, but had instead stopped in front of Mary Angle's house. Henry took it as a sign and he and Mary were soon married. And as a wedding present, Henry gave Mary the very horse that had brought the two together.

By all accounts, the couple was very happy. But that happiness was to be short-lived when Mary died in February of 1845. She was buried in Otterbein Cemetery.

As fate would have it, Henry again starting courting Rachel Hodge. And in 1848, the two were united in marriage. One version of the story actually has Henry giving Rachel the same wedding present he had given Mary; the very horse that had brought Mary and James Henry together years ago.

Rachel and James had not been married very long when the townsfolk noticed something strange on Mary Henry's tombstone; the outline of a horseshoe.

James Henry was distraught. He not only took the horseshoe to represent Mary's displeasure over his new marriage, he also felt that he was now cursed. And perhaps he was. For legend has it that the night after witnesses reported strange noises and lights coming from Otterbein Cemetery, James Henry was found dead in his barn... the mark of a horseshoe clearly visible on his forehead. His death was ruled an accident, as Henry has been alone in the barn. Indeed, the only other living creature that was said to have been in the barn at the time of the accident was... a horse.

Even today, a strange mark resembling a horseshoe is still visible on Mary Henry's tombstone. Some even claim that on certain nights, you can hear ghostly hoofbeats running up and down the road near Otterbein Cemetery.

Author’s note: Our visit to Otterbein Cemetery was a thoroughly intriguing one. There is indeed a mark on the back of Mary Henry's tombstone that resembles the outline of a horseshoe. It can best be described as looking like someone placed a horseshoe on the grave, allowed it to rust there, and then removed it. The headstone is damaged, as evident by the photos. However the portion that contains the "horseshoe" remains untouched."

I really liked this one.

[Major and Junie]

(i like that one!!!!!!!)

[Zitface]

You don't have to put parenthesis around your words when you're commenting on a story, you know.

Here's another one, and oh well, it's short:
"Beaver Creek State Park
In Beaver Creek State Park, near East Liverpool in Columbiana county, is the ruin of part of a canal system built in the early 1800's. Part of this system involved several locks: sections of waterway that could be closed off with gates in order to raise or lower the water level and allow boats to pass through. Two of these old locks are said to be haunted.

Jake's Lock is allegedly named after a former caretaker who was struck by lightning while making his normal rounds across the top of the lock. He died instantly, but some claim that on certain nights, especially stormy ones, Jake returns with his ghostly lantern to continue his evening’s work.

Only a short distance away is the more famous Gretchen's Lock. As the story goes, Gretchen came to Ohio with her father, a Dutch or Irish engineer who worked on the construction of this particular lock. Most sources agree that her mother died at home before Gretchen and her father came to this country. Gretchen contracted malaria shortly after their arrival in Ohio and made her father promise that if she died, he would return her body to be buried alongside her mother. She died while her father was still working on the lock. Her father put her coffin inside the lock until he could return her body to their homeland. When the lock was completed, the coffin was loaded on a ship bound for home, but the ship was lost at sea. Gretchen’s father was never seen again. Gretchen, pleading to rejoin her mother, reportedly makes an appearance at the lock every year on the anniversary of her death.