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I'm sure we've all got true stories. But what about scary true stories? Given how it is that time of the year, share a scary true story. Whether it be something that occurred with you, family, or friend. It cannot be a story of something that occurred to someone you don't know. To give you some ideas of what you can post: You can post a real life happening like an intruder or pursuer for example. Or perhaps it was something supernatural like a ghost. Hallucinations, sleep paralysis, and dreams influenced by real life or a dream that feels like an omen work as well. I've a scary true story of my own to share as well, but first let's get in another story or two and then I'll share it.


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I watched a man get his head blown off at a red light when i was young.

 

I was raped after hurricane Katrina. By my cousin.

 

I dragged a man out of his house and beat him. Had help.

 

I watched my uncle get dropped after a bad cokedeal. He lived. Haven't seen him since.

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I watched a man get his head blown off at a red light when i was young.

 

I was raped after hurricane Katrina. By my cousin.

 

I dragged a man out of his house and beat him. Had help.

 

I watched my uncle get dropped after a bad cokedeal. He lived. Haven't seen him since.

Sounds tough. You have shared that first one some months ago, but it is still shocking nonetheless.

 

Now that someone has shared scary story/ies, I should share mine. I'm going to put it in spoilers though, since it is kind of long

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This happened in my last neighborhood. We moved out over three years ago because we found a better house  in a better neighborhood.

 

 

Back when I was 15 or 16, my sister was going to her friend's house to make plans about what movie to watch at the theater some other day. My mother wanted to drive me along with my sister to her friend's house. We arrived at 5 or 6 in the afternoon, and left at about 8. It was a dark November afternoon. We decided to walk home. Our home was only a couple of blocks away. Maybe a 20 minute walk at most. My sister chatted on the way back. A couple of blocks down, a man steps out of a small apartment building. He looked down, got back up, and then called out at me "You dropped something". I was pretty sure I had nothing of value in my pockets at the time, so I just kept walking. However, as me and my sister kept walking, I noticed that the man was walking in our general direction. When we crossed the street, so did he. He was following us. What made it worse, he had his arm raised, as if holding a gun. He wasn't too close, so I muttered to my sister a plan to run. She seemed confused. The whole time we were walking she hadn't noticed the man was still following us! Now that she got a glance back, she was ready to listen to my plan. My plan was to get to the end or corner of a block that would serve as a blind spot for our pursuer. As soon as we did, we made a run for it until we got home. I looked back then and again, but he wasn't following us (whether he lost us or gave up). I never did tell my parents about this. Whether I thought we'd get in trouble with them or just the fact that we were relieved just to be home safe and sound. And looking back, it makes me all the more relieved that I accompanied my sister. God knows what would've happened had she tried walking back home alone in the dark.

 

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Sounds tough. You have shared that first one some months ago, but it is still shocking nonetheless.

 

 

 

 

Yeah, I remember ranting about it because I still have dreams about it every now and then.  Thankfully I'm seeing a therapist.

 

 

 

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This happened in my last neighborhood. We moved out over three years ago because we found a better house  in a better neighborhood.

 

 

Back when I was 15 or 16, my sister was going to her friend's house to make plans about what movie to watch at the theater some other day. My mother wanted to drive me along with my sister to her friend's house. We arrived at 5 or 6 in the afternoon, and left at about 8. It was a dark November afternoon. We decided to walk home. Our home was only a couple of blocks away. Maybe a 20 minute walk at most. My sister chatted on the way back. A couple of blocks down, a man steps out of a small apartment building. He looked down, got back up, and then called out at me "You dropped something". I was pretty sure I had nothing of value in my pockets at the time, so I just kept walking. However, as me and my sister kept walking, I noticed that the man was walking in our general direction. When we crossed the street, so did he. He was following us. What made it worse, he had his arm raised, as if holding a gun. He wasn't too close, so I muttered to my sister a plan to run. She seemed confused. The whole time we were walking she hadn't noticed the man was still following us! Now that she got a glance back, she was ready to listen to my plan. My plan was to get to the end or corner of a block that would serve as a blind spot for our pursuer. As soon as we did, we made a run for it until we got home. I looked back then and again, but he wasn't following us (whether he lost us or gave up). I never did tell my parents about this. Whether I thought we'd get in trouble with them or just the fact that we were relieved just to be home safe and sound. And looking back, it makes me all the more relieved that I accompanied my sister. God knows what would've happened had she tried walking back home alone in the dark.

 

 

 

Thank goodness you made it home safely.

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Tried to think of how to word this without sounding edgy but screw it.

 

A lot of the days of my life are scary stories. I wouldn't go so far as call it a disorder but I do have a large amount of paranoia and anxiety. Often, especially when I'm alone at night, I will become convinced that something horrible is about to happen or jump out at me. And other such things. I can be letting the dog outside and glance down the stairs to the basement and just know that something is about to come up those stairs and grab me.

I usually check behind doors when I go into a room just in case there's something there (and I cannot stand having the shower curtains closed). I can read a creepy comic and think about it obsessively for the rest of the day and sometimes more.

It's nothing so serious as to be worried about it but it's certainly more severe than what is probably normal.

I never understood why people seek out things to scare themselves. To me it's a paralyzing and terrible feeling of knowing you're about to experience something truly awful.

(That isn't to say I don't enjoy some horror things, I have a rather weird relationship with the genre but there's a specific paranoia induing style of horror that I will never understand the draw of).

 

idk how this thread went from basically spam to way too serious ycm is a weird place

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Tried to think of how to word this without sounding edgy but screw it.

 

A lot of the days of my life are scary stories. I wouldn't go so far as call it a disorder but I do have a large amount of paranoia and anxiety. Often, especially when I'm alone at night, I will become convinced that something horrible is about to happen or jump out at me. And other such things. I can be letting the dog outside and glance down the stairs to the basement and just know that something is about to come up those stairs and grab me.

I usually check behind doors when I go into a room just in case there's something there (and I cannot stand having the shower curtains closed). I can read a creepy comic and think about it obsessively for the rest of the day and sometimes more.

It's nothing so serious as to be worried about it but it's certainly more severe than what is probably normal.

 

Nah, I get that. I usually face the doorway when I sleep, I make sure all the doors are closed before bed, and I want my closet door closed before bed.

I never understood why people seek out things to scare themselves. To me it's a paralyzing and terrible feeling of knowing you're about to experience something truly awful.

(That isn't to say I don't enjoy some horror things, I have a rather weird relationship with the genre but there's a specific paranoia induing style of horror that I will never understand the draw of).

 

I myself watch a YouTube channel called Mr. Nightmare. It's more or less where I got the idea to do this thread, as scary true stories are his forte.

idk how this thread went from basically spam to way too serious ycm is a weird place

Because the first three weren't trying to take this seriously. Stuff you, me, and Dad posted are more of what I'm looking for on this thread.

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