A Celebrity’s Demon

I have many true scary stories to tell, but this one is strange because it involves my favorite singer/actress.

I have always loved a certain singer and actress <name has been edited out>.  Ever since her early days as an actress on a popular cable channel.

I once read that she had some true scary stories of her own.  She was once in a cemetery somewhere and took a picture with her phone.  She said that three demonic faces showed up in the picture!  She tried to send it to someone and an error message came up that the file was too big at 666 megabytes or whatever.  Then she claimed that one night she saw a black fog or something floating in her room.  I don’t remember her exact words but this is the gist of what she said.  It kind of made me feel closer to her because of my own scary stories.  It made me feel as if I wasn’t crazy since scary things happened to her to and they were true.

Now I don’t know why, but for a second or two I wished to have the same experiences as her.  It wasn’t even two weeks later that I woke up one evening and I saw a black fog floating in the corner of my bedroom.  I watched it intently as it floated to the bottom of my bed.  I was so scared that I pulled the covers over my head like a little kid.  I didn’t want to scream and wake up my parents so I just hoped it would go away.

When I pulled the sheet down to peek, I expected it to be gone.  It was true that it no longer was at the foot of the bed.  Instead of being where it was, much to my surprise, it was right next to me, standing by the side of the bed!

It now took more of a human shape.  It was almost as tall as the ceiling and huge.  It was pitch black.  I could see its black shape even though the room was dark, it was way more dark than the room.  The worst thing was it now had eyes.  They were red and looking right down on me!  I was too scared to scream.  I cried and instinctively prayed for help.  It suddenly gave a growl as if in pain and dissipated.  Even though I was not particularly religious before this, prayer worked!

If I ever meet my favorite singer I will tell her about how praying in Jesus name worked for me.

-Sandy M.

MidnightFears Edit:  Here is a link to a similar celebrity’s experience.  This may or may not be the celebrity the author is referencing in the story.  The link is to an interview which appeared in Complex magazine on November 5th, 2013.

The Killer Clown

This is not my story.  It is my friend’s dad’s story.  It is really creepy once you realize who it is about.

Back in the 1970’s my friends dad was a teenager.  He and his younger brother, my friend’s uncle, were hitchhiking home from a fishing trip.  Many people hitchhiked back then.  They were in the northern suburbs of Chicago.

A regular looking guy picked them up.  He looked to be a little plump and in his 40’s or so.  Once they were in the car, they realized this guy was creepy.  The things he was saying was making them uncomfortable.  They were putting up with his remarks but when he put his hand on my friend’s uncle’s knee, they drew the line.  This freaked them out and when the car stopped for a red light, they opened the car door and ran out.  The creep did not chase them.  This turned out to be a really good move.

A few years later, my friend’s dad saw a picture of a man in a Chicago newspaper.  It was the same guy who picked them up years before.  This guy would catch young boys and rape, torture and murder them.  They found 33 bodies of young boys buried around his house and crawlspace.  Often times, the man would work as a clown for children’s parties.  The man who picked my friend’s dad up was none other than the infamous, John Wayne Gacy.

If my friend’s dad and brother did not jump out of that car a few years earlier, police may have found 35 bodies around that house instead of 33, and I would have one less friend today.

Interesting Dream

I don’t believe in the paranormal.  I don’t believe in the supernatural either.  I don’t believe in anything that even resembles superstition, but I did have what I’ll call an interesting experience a few years ago.  I had a dream.  My dead relatives were in a car together.  I was outside the car but could see them clearly.  My grandparents, my uncle and his wife were all in the car.  All of them were dead for years, but my aunt was also there, and she was still alive.  This aunt was my mom’s sister.  We are Armenian and living in America.  My aunt however, still lived in Armenia.  I asked my mom about her, if she heard from her lately.  She said no and asked me why.  I was reluctant to tell her but when I finally did tell my mom about the dream, she took it seriously and tried to call her.  She couldn’t reach her and after a few days, we received a phone call from a neighbor in Armenia.  My aunt was found dead in her house.  My mom believes she was saying goodbye to me in that dream.  I am still not sure what to make of it.

Recurring Dream

When I was very young, I used to have this recurring dream.  I was home alone and there was a stranger outside.  The stranger was very bad and coming towards the door.  He was wearing black leather gloves and reaching for the doorknob to get into the house.  I was on the other side of the door and racing to lock the door before the stranger could enter the house.  I never knew if I would make it or not because I always woke up before the dream could continue.  It always ended with his hand in the black leather glove almost reaching the knob and me about to lock the door.  The dream drove me crazy as I used to have it several times a week until I was 10 or so.  I still would have it sometimes but the dream became less frequent as I got older.  Then when I was in my early twenties, I was housesitting for my friends family.  I was in the kitchen putting away the food I just ate for dinner when I heard a car door.  Immediately I got the same feeling that I used to have in that recurring dream I always had.  It was a feeling of terror mixed with adrenaline and urgency.  I thought quickly that this was silly but couldn’t shake the feeling.    I glanced at the front door, it was unlocked!  I started towards it quickly to lock the door even though there was no indication that there was any trouble at all.  I kept seeing in my head that black leather gloved hand reaching for the knob and it made me panic and rush faster to the door.  I made it to the door and turned the lock.  I was relieved but felt sort of silly at the same time.  It wasn’t more than a couple of seconds and the doorknob turned!  Someone actually tried to get in!  I was so scared that I just ran into the bedroom and stayed there.  I didn’t even peek out to see because I was so afraid of what I might see.  About 10 minutes later I heard the car door again and figured the person was gone.  I beleive that dream saved me.  If I didn’t have the dream I may not have even bothered locking the door, or even if I had I wouldn’t have rushed to the door and would have been to late.  I sometimes wish I looked out the peephole or through a window, but I know that if I had, I would have seen a stranger wearing black leather gloves…

The Foretelling Dream

I had a dream one night.  It was creepy but not terrifying.  I was with my mother in a large room with several other relatives.  I don’t recall how we got there but I remember the rest vividly.  The thing was, all the other relatives were… dead.  They were all women; cousins of my mom sisters, aunts etc.  I told them that they were all dead and asked what they were doing there.  They just smiled at me and continued speaking to my mother.  I couldn’t make out or remember what they were saying to her.  My mom’s sister and my aunt said that she (my mother) was going to stay.  I started yelling I don’t want to stay here you are all dead!  A lady I didn’t know said, “No, no.  You are not staying and can go back, but your mother will be joining them soon.”  I woke up and was disturbed to say the least.  I told my mom about the dream but left out the part of her staying behind.  It was less than two months later that my mother died of stomach cancer.  I don’t know if it was my own intuition or actual spirits warning me or just a coincidence, but I will miss my mother for the rest of my life.

Wardrobe Sounds

A young girl had a scary experience growing up in a poor third world country.  The family was very poor and lived in what most of us would call a shack with doors that consist of boards that were mostly 2X4’s with cracks in them.  Homes had dirt floors and no real amenities.

This girl had a door like that in her room she shared with siblings.  Her grandfather purchased a large wardrobe to place in front of the girls so she wouldn’t be so scared of the meager door.  The wardrobe was was large and she initially loved it.

Not long after, the children in the room began to hear noises they originally thought were outside the house.  One night they realized the strange sounds were coming from within the wardrobe.  The next day they told their grandfather about the sounds in the wardrobe.  He didn’t believe them but agreed to sleep in their room that night.

Sure enough, the sounds continued that evening.  They woke their grandfather up and he listened for a little while but didn’t hear anything.  Then a scraping sound came from the wardrobe as he laid back down.

He lit a lantern and opened the wardrobe.  They saw the clothes move and saw an impossibly thin arm they at first thought belonged to some kind of animal.  As the grandfather moved the clothes aside they saw a face of a terrifying woman.  She looked harsh and stern.  She was dirty and scowled like a wild animal.  She had snuck into the wardrobe through the back and was sleeping in there at night.  This woman was sleeping only feet away from the children in that room every night for weeks.

She attempted to escape, but her grandfather grabbed her.  She growled and bit him on the arm, so hard she drew blood.  She squeezed out when he let go.  He grabbed a large knife and chased her, but she got away.

He sealed the door the next day and they never saw the woman again.  The family never knew if the woman ever left the wardrobe and walked around the house.

Roll Down the Window

This happened in the Midwest of the United States.

I was 9 or so and was waiting in the car for my mom while she was doing some quick shopping one night.  Some guy snuck up on the car and tried to open the door.  I didn’t see him but I heard and felt him try to open the car door.

I looked and saw this guy leering at me through the car window.  He was probably in his early twenties and looked unkempt and dirty.  It was dark out and the parking lot did not have the best lighting.  Which may explain why I did not notice him come up on the car.

He told me that he just spoke with my mom and she agreed to give him a ride.  My mom would help people like that before, but she wouldn’t just send this stranger over to get in the car with me.  I told him he would have to wait for her to get back.  He said he couldn’t hear me and to roll the window down.  I knew that was stupid, I could hear him just fine.  So I just yelled louder to wait for my mom.

He got mad and started pulling on the door screaming threats at me and saying he would hurt my mom if I didn’t open the door.  The way this guy went from calm to absolute rage was really scary.  I was terrified that he was going to break the window.  As soon as I thought that, it was like he read my mind and he kicked the window.  I expected it to break, but it didn’t.  He kicked it again and nothing.  He got this evil look on his face and backed up a step or two.  This time he was going to get the momentum and get through that window.

Just then my mom came running to the car with the manager from the store.  He saw them running and they were screaming, “get away from the car!”  He looked over at me and scowled the turn and ran.

When my mom got there, I just broke down and cried for a long time.  I remember the way she comforted me.  I felt so much better but still I cried harder.  I was very little help to the police.  I told them what I remembered but he was just an average guy.

I don’t know what that guy was planning, but I am so glad that I never found out.

Out of Order

I used to live in an apartment building on the 5th floor.  Both elevators in the building were out of order for about two weeks one time.  I got really sick of taking the stairs.

Anyway, I came home from my girlfriend’s place one night.  It was really late, about 3:00 am.  I was really dreading the walk up the stairs because I was so tired.  So I start up the stairs.  The heavy door shuts behind me and I started the climb.  As I am ascending to the third floor, I hear the door to the stairwell open and close.  I didn’t think too much about it since the elevators were out but it was late.

I hear this whistle and VERY heavy steps coming up the stairs.  I tried to look down and see who was coming, but I couldn’t see anyone.  I kept going and the heavy steps got really fast.  Whoever it was was laughing but not nicely.  I don’t know how to explain it other than it almost didn’t sound human, or maybe insane.

I became scared and started rushing also.  It felt like this person was chasing me and getting closer.  I was starting to panic as I ran faster up the stairs.  He was making noises that sounded maniacal or even demonic.

It seemed like those last two floors took forever.  I ran up and exited the stairwell on the fifth floor.  I ran a little ways, and then I realized, no one was chasing me.  The stairwell door never opened.  I recovered my composure and started toward my apartment.  I figured it was just some jerk kid messing with me.

I passed the hall where the elevators were located and made it to my door.  I started to open my door and I heard the elevator door open.  It took me a couple seconds to process the fact that the elevators were out of order.  From the elevator hall I heard the same whistle, then heavy steps coming our of the elevator.  I must have turned pale white as I actually felt the blood drain from my face.  I could not get that door open fast enough.  I took twice as long as I should have because I was panicking and fumbling around as I tried to get that stupid door open.

I finally got in and locked the door.  I heard some unearthly noises outside in the hall, growls and grunts.  I looked out the peephole for a long time but never saw who was doing that.

So much about that night doesn’t make sense.  How could this person have gotten on the elevator so fast?  Not to mention the elevator was out of order.  Was I just imagining it all because I was so tired?  The elevator made a very distinct sound when it opened, and I clearly heard it.

I lived there for over three years and thankfully never experienced anything like that again.

Old Wood Rocking Horse

I was about 8 years old.  My bedroom was the entire attic of this old house my parents bought in the country.  The house was cool and had a lot of room.  I think it was empty for a long time before my parents bought it.  The attic was like a regular room with stairs that went up and a normal door and all.  I really liked it.  The previous owners must have used it for their kid too because they left this old wood rocking horse in the attic.  It was also decorated like a kids room.  I was sleeping one night and I was awakened by these strange scratching noises.  I sat in bed and when I heard it while I was completely awake, I looked up.  It was the horse.  It was sliding across the wood floor.  It slid to the middle of the room and turned to face me.  I was so scared that I just pulled the covers over my head and closed my eyes.  The next morning, the horse was back where it was, like it never moved.  My dad said I was just dreaming.  It was windy that night and I must have heard the branches of the tree brushing against the house.  I never heard that noise before or after that night.  My mom got rid of the horse for me.  Now that I am older, I would agree with my dad, but, there is more to this story…

The Painter

I Am Not Crazy

I was 12 and it was hot one evening, so we all decided to go for a drive.  There was me, my sister, our two friends and my mother in the car.  We were going to get ice cream from the store.  Along the way, we passed a cemetery with a fence of tall bars and gates.   My mom stopped at a red light and we saw two little girls playing in the cemetery.  One was older than the other, and pushing the younger one on something like a skateboard.  The strange thing was the cemetery was closed.  Then something really strange happened.  We all watched from the car as the two girls walked right through the bars!  Everyone saw it, they went right through them.  They walked right up to the car and waved at us.  Some of us even waved back.  They seemed polite and friendly and were laughing and playing.  They waited for the car and were right next to us.  When the light changed to green, my mom started driving and they just disappeared!  It was like they were never there, but they were as real and solid as any of us.  Everyone in the car saw them, so I am not crazy.  They were there, then they were gone.

Lolo

The Midnight Stalker

My true scary story was many years ago.  I was 19 years old and coming home from work one night.  I worked the night shift and got off at midnight.  I took the train and then hopped on a bus which let me off a few blocks from my house.

I noticed a creepy guy standing outside when I left work.  It didn’t bother me too much at the time because he didn’t do anything threatening.  I didn’t even notice him glance at me, but still he did give me the creeps all the same.

Then I noticed him again on my train.  This time he would look at me then look away.  I got even more creeped out by him, but I thought this could still be a coincidence.  He got off the train when I did.  Now I became slightly concerned.  Then, he gets on my bus.  He sat at the other end, but i could see him staring at me, just staring.  I was really uncomfortable and scared at this time, but other people were around so I was okay.

Then when I got off the bus, he also got off at my stop but he exited the center and I got off at the front.  The problem was he was in my way of going home.  I was really scared at this point because of how he was staring at me on the bus.  It was like he wanted to kill me.

I knew there was a local bar a few blocks in the other direction so I headed that way.  Sure enough he followed.  As I walked faster so did he.  I started to run for the bar as fast as I could.  I didn’t look back, but I could hear him running after me.  I still can hear his footsteps when I think about it.

Luckily, I made it to the bar and I was the only female in the place.  I was happy that no one even looked up at me.  I asked to use the phone and called my dad to pick me up, which he did.  I never saw the man again, but I thought about it every time I came home from work after that.

CT

A Close Shave

I was a senior in high school.  My parents were out for the night and my girlfriend was over.  She was making dinner for us downstairs while I took a shower.  After my shower I went into my parents room to use my dad’s electric razor.

About a minute or so, I thought I heard her call me from downstairs.  So I turned off the razor and responded, “yes?”  No answer.  So I turned the razor back on and started to shave again.

Not long after, I hear my name again, this time from the top of the stairs.  I shut it off and responded, “what?”  Again there was no reply.  The razor was loud so I just figured it was making some weird noise that sounded like someone calling me.  So I started to finish shaving.

I hear my name called a third time.  This time it was unmistakably a girls voice and right around the corner coming from my parents bed.  It sounded just like my girlfriend so I looked and fully expected to see her on my parents bed, but there was no one there!

I rushed downstairs and sure enough, she was in the kitchen cooking our dinner.  I asked her if she called me and she said no.

I started back upstairs, confused.  The second I passed my bedroom both window shades inexplicably rolled up at the same time.  They were loud and snapped then rolled at the top.  I kept my composure but I just felt like something was laughing at me.  I can’t explain it.  I never told my girlfriend what happened because I didn’t want to ruin our night, but it really freaked me out.

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