The Black Bride

My Grandfather didnt talk much, nor did he smile. He was very sick after my Grandmother died and never seemed to be himself ever since. He use to love to tell jokes and stay up late and eat candy but he seemed sick and tired and didnt like to talk much either. I was in college and looking after him when he got dementia a few years ago. He normally never made sense when he spoke but i still tried to listen hoping one day he would say my name again, but he wouldnt. A few years past and i was working my first job while living with my Grandfather and my boyfriend was when i realized about "Susan" or the "black bride" as the towns people called her. Apparently my grandfather had an affair a long time ago to this woman who was emotionally unstable. After some time she grew very close to him and wanted to get married, my grandfather then realized how much he loved his wife and never wanted to see Susan again. She was very angry and ill so she tried to prove her love to him by stalking him. One day my grandfather caught her outside in the barn and she threatened to kill my grandmother unless he left her for Susan. My Grandpa tricked the woman by saying he would marry her at midnight the next night by the lake. She met him there dressed in a black gown ready to be married and he came with rope and a large rock. Being so in love she didnt realize he was about to drown her in the lake which he did. He tied her to a large rock and threw her in the lake. She fought hard but still she sank. The town people reported her a missing persons and has yet to go unsolved. My Grandfather told me all of this right before he died say that her ghost has haunted him all these years. I just took it as more of his dementia talk and held his hand. He died the next day. While at his funeral the next week i noticed something in one of the pictures of my grandparents.  I held the picture and felt the cold shock of terror as i seen the this Susan that has haunted my grandfather for years, im not sure what to think but all i know is that it is awfully creepy.

Clown Attic

My older brother and my parents would fight all the time. It was his senior year in high school and he was the most tired person i had every met. My mom always asked if he left at night and went out partying but honestly i never saw him leave his room, he would just sleep.

Finally one day my parents gave me 100 dollars to buy/put a motion sensor camera in his room to see if he would ever leave.

The first night went normal, before we left for school i checked the camera to see what all happened. Mainly just him rolling around or the cat sleeping under the bed. The last few photos i saw i never told my parents. The photos were of a man dressed as a clown that climbed down from the attic in his closet and of him taking food back to the attic. Before he would go back up he would stare at my brother for less than an hour.

My brother never knew about the clown in the attic, but would always tell me about his weird dreams about clowns. I just sat wide eyed and nodded,
 something told me it wasnt just my brother he would watch sleep, because i had the same dreams.

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Dream Demon

I lost all taste for sleep. I cant do it anymore. My wondering mind and my helpless body has been noticed by the "Dream Demon". It is terror, harnessed by all that i fear. Doctors cant explain my night terrors, they say i have to be faking or some how hurting myself in my sleep but it is real. My sleep, my hide away from evil has been found. I opened the door that was never meant to be opened and now the flood of horror and pain spews its hate onto me.

I still wake up under my bed, as if i was dragged off and shoved under. My legs and arm have cuts and scars from "it" ..... The Boogey Man, the monster under my bed, The thing that lurks in the middle of the night..... He watches you even if you dont know it. He is just waiting til no one will notice your screams.

Once he has you he doesnt strike just yet... in fact he is gentle at first. He glares over you as you sleep, softly taking off a sock to see if you notice. Then softly touching your cheek or taking your covers off. But once your eyes meet his then it is all slaughter from then on. Twisting and pulling, Biting and Gouging, even bending limbs backwards so you will fit under the bed. He doesnt take you to eat you or for its own please. He takes you so it can fall asleep to your screams of torture.

The Tree Walkers

I remember the morning, it was cold and brisk as the dark blue sky in northern Michigan began to rise. I sat in the driveway while my uncle packed the station wagon as we prepared our annual hunting trip. The old car had a rusty red paint job and a car rack on top that held our tent while in the back seat laid our shotguns, my uncles new pistol, and my dads old rifle he gave me before he left for Afghanistan. He would normally come with us and we would hunt big game like elk and moose, we never hunted bears though. There is believed to be a ghoul or goblin that roamed the lands where the bear hunting grounds were. Obviously my dad just said that so i wouldnt want to hunt bear and also the land was another 2 mile hike from our camp site.

My uncle slammed the trunk and came over and gave me a tight hug. "Ready Kiddo?!" he said condescendingly. I nodded and sat up front while my uncle put his pistol in his hip holster. He got in and we began our drive north. My uncle tried to tell me stories about hunting when he was a boy but i fell asleep 15 minutes in. The two favorite stories he would tell were about the 12 point elk and the goblin that attacked my grandpa. My grandpa would never come with us hunting. He would tell me when he was a boy he use to live in these parts; the people were told to never go out passed dark because the goblin would get you. The story was so kids would be home before dinner but apparently my grandpa said he say this "goblin" kill his pet cat and ran into the woods. The story is actually kind of funny when you think about it.

We pulled into our camping grounds which we owned out in the middle of the woods. I gathered wood while my uncle pitch the tent. It was only 7 in the morning so we went straight to our tree stand once we finished setting up camp. We took our guns and sat in the tree for a few hours before we both got off a shot on a moose which my uncle hit. We tracked the moose a half mile before we found it dead in the middle of the woods. You had your standard entrance and exit bullet holes from the shoulder though the stomach. The hind legs and the bottom of the stomach had cuts from probably barbwire or other moose but the way it lined up looked way too odd.

We dragged the moose back which took the rest of the day basically and once we got back to camp we were exhausted. We didnt even have dinner; we just slept through the night. The next day we went to our normal spots but no luck. We checked our tree cams to see what activity has been going on and to see what sizes the moose were this year. The whole day was a disappointment, we didnt see any moose. Only 2 on camera and they were babies.

The last spot we went had a stand and a camera, i sat in the stand while my uncle checked the camera. He looked down at the monitor and became uneasy. I then became nervous because it was getting dark and i couldnt remember the way back. My uncle grabbed me and told me to stay behind him and be quite. I thought it was a joke at first, "Ohhh sure, did you see a gobblin on the camera?!" i joked. He didnt respond. His eyes were fixed ahead. I knew he was serious when he told me to take my safety off and to make sure i was loaded. I then became even more scared.He quietly showed me the camera while still looking ahead. To my dismay i saw something that made my skin crawl. In the monitor was a group of hooded people surrounding a scary gothic statue. I was confused at first. These people just carry out this statue out in the middle of the woods and huddled around it? It made sense later that night, when we got back to our camp. We didnt have a fire before we left our camp but now there was one which we saw off in the distance.

We knew our grounds well so we hiked up high on the hill on looking our site. Both my uncle and I sat wide eyed as we had our guns fixed on our camp site. We were about 40 yards away but we were well covered with the brush and the dark sky of the winter night. On our camp site were 7 people in robes and an old rusty ford truck still running as the people were looking around our site. They shot into our tent then lite it on fire thinking the people were still in their. They then carried out this stone statue from the camera and set it upon the ashes of our tent. It took all of them to carry it, but once set in place they all knelt in a semi circle except one. He went to the back of the truck and took out a large knife and dragged out the moose we killed yesturday. He gutted it and held a cup next to the wound and filled it with blood.

I didnt bother watching the rest, i just sat holding my gun hoping they wouldnt see us. My uncle kept watch and we sat there for about 2 hours before they left. We agreed to take watch and sleep where we were. The sun rose and we went down to the camp site. The moose was mutilated and there were symbols written in blood on the trees and on the ground. We gathered what little we had left and hiked back to the dirt road that we took to get here. The car was lite on fire and was beyond use so we didnt have any other choose. About 4 miles down the road we walked before we reached the pavement road that led into town. We were happy and relieved to know we were out of the woods and somewhat safe. Just as soon as we felt safe the sound of a truck was heard off in the distance. We waved it down but closer it got the clearer we realized we had scene that truck last night. The old man driving the truck stopped and smiled at us. "Look like you boys are lost." We nodded still holding our guns. "Why dont yall get in da truck n ill drive ya inta town?" "Its ok", my uncle whimpered, "We were just out for a walk". "A walk eh? You need guns to go ona walk?" he smiled. "Yes sir, Bears and all" i said. " Ohh thats right, bears, gotta be careful now, specially out in des woods. Some people have been seeing Goblins out here, dont wanna mess wit dem now, ya hear? He still smiled. Well ill best be on my way, he said. "Yall be safe now" he said slowly. He turned to me, winked, and drove away into the woods. Something told me that wink wasnt a "Be safe, pal" kind of wink. It was more like "Ill be seeing you real soon" wink................ and I was right.

The Skin Man

In 1897 there was a family in southern Kentucky that were burnt alive inside of their home while they slept. The mentally handicapped son of the family was accused of getting a local teenager pregnant and the town was out raged. A mob gathered and borded the doors and windows of the mans home as they lit the house on fire. The screams of the family have said to have reached hell and received the power of evil to aid them. All were killed from either smoke inhalation or from being burn alive, all but one; The boy. The fire department was able to save him despite his terrible burns consuming almost all of his skin. The burns had removed his facial features which was able to allow him to live for the mob was unable to identify him.  The doctors were appalled at the boy having survived such terrible burns and knew he was going to die at any moment, but despite the doctors predictions he managed to live. Some say the hate and evil from hell aided him to revenge his family, some think he was a demon born out of the fire to punish the towns people. The doctors needed almost a full bodies worth of skin to replace his but they were nowhere near prepared to sustain such burns. He managed to get bits and pieces of skin from donors but nothing to cover his face so they gave him a porcelain mask. 


Since he couldnt be identified the doctors would just call him "The Skin Man". He would sometimes mumble something every now and again but never spoke clearly. He just stared at the doctors and never moved. The doctors began to notice weird things about the "skin man", he would scream in the middle of the night and when they got to his bed he was silent. Other patients began to complain about the skin man saying that late at night he would stand at the end of their beds. Even though none of the doctors ever saw the skin man leave his bed, enough patients have complained at that at night he would stand silently at the end of their beds pressing his finger to his mouth saying shhhhh....

They restrained him at night with leather straps but still the complaints still came. Thats when things started to weirder. People in town started to complain to the police saying that a man with a pale face would stare into their windows at night, some said that their kids wouldnt go to school because the skin man would stand in the woods and watched as they would walk home. The police were forced to have men stay on watch to make sure that the skin man that they saw wasnt the same as the one in the hospital. The next morning when the doctors came to check on him the skin man as they would every morning the two police men were balled in a corner. The only thing they would say was "We are not forgiven", thats not the scary part, the skin man was still in his bed as if he had never moved.