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Trick or Treat Street Spooky Stories

Here are some scary stories to read on Halloween!

 

Photos

As a professional nature photographer traveling to exotic and isolated regions was not uncommon. In fact, I often spent weeks alone in the wilderness camping out; just me and my camera.

While spending a weekend in a small forest, one known for its abundance in wildlife and untouched landscape, I set up my tent and spent all three days wandering trails snapping photographs as I walked. I never saw another person in those three days I was in the forest. I saw only deer, birds, raccoons and other indigenous animals roaming through the trees.

It was only after I returned home that I finally looked at the hundreds of photos that had been taken. One by one I uploaded each image into my laptop. One by one the beautiful natural scenery dazzled my eyes, with the exception of expected few blurry photos that were on the memory cards. Everything was normal, or so it seemed.

As the last image was uploaded into the laptop a chill ran down my spine. It was impossible. This photo shouldn’t exist, and yet there is was plain as day.

The photo wasn’t of the forest, or the animals, or the landscape… It was a photo of me.

It was a photograph of me sleeping in my tent…

Someone was in the forest with me.

Source: WayWardWanderer, creepypasta.org

 

Tag

She made a playful squeal as I tagged her. It was clear she was enjoying herself, she was laughing herself to tears. “Daddy, stop it, my sides hurt!” She continued to laugh. Her joy was contagious, I smiled, for once in years, I smiled. I dare say I’ve smiled more that day than I have in my entire life. Alas, all good things must come to an end, she was tired, and fell asleep shortly after.

My wife soon came home. She was so glad to see me, she yelled my name, again, laughing to tears. She hugged me, still laughing. I continued to smile. She looked down and saw my tagging tool, quickly shooting her focus back to my eyes. I continued to smile. “Michael…” Tears continued to stream down her face in excitement. “How could you have done this to our little angel?” She tried to run, but she was too slow. “Tag…” I smiled wider. “You’re it.”

Source: Pablo Paturg, creepypasta.org

 

There’s Someone under the bed

I begin tucking him into bed and he tells me, “Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.” I look underneath for his amusement and see him, another him, under the bed, staring back at me quivering and whispering, “Daddy, there’s somebody on my bed.”

Source: Unknown

 

The Ghost At Home

Last night a friend rushed me out of the house to catch the opening act at a local bar’s music night. After a few drinks I realized my phone wasn’t in my pocket. I checked the table we were sitting at, the bar, the bathrooms, and after no luck I used my friend’s phone to call mine. After two rings someone answered, gave out a low raspy giggle, and hung up. They didn’t answer again. I eventually gave it up as a lost cause and headed home. I found my phone laying on my nightstand, right where I left it.

Source: Unknown

 

The Choking Doberman

Amy had gone out for the evening, to have dinner with her friends. She returned home and unlocked the front door, and was greeted by her pet Doberman choking on something. Alarmed, she took her dog to the vet’s office, where he promised to call her when he had finished his work. Amy had just gotten home when the phone rings. It’s the vet, who tells her to get out of the house as soon as possible. The dog was choking on three human fingers, presumably from a burglar. Amy called the police, and they search the house. They discovered the burglar, hiding in a closet, passed out from blood loss caused by having three fingers bitten off.

Source: Unknown

 

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