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It’s Friday the 13th everyone and while for some that might indicate a very not creepy trip to the pub is on the horizon, for the more superstitious amongst us, it means a day (and night) of black cat-fearing, mirror avoidance.
God help me if I accidentally walk under a ladder.
In honour of this most terrifying day, we’ve uncovered our list of scary tales (courtesy of Reddit) to get your spines tingly and skin crawling.
Go on, lock your bloody doors. We all know it won’t save you.
The death premonition:
A few years ago, I woke up to two text messages from my girlfriend and a friend of mine. Both asked if I was alright. Apparently, they both had a dream that I had been struck by a red truck at an intersection I routinely took.
The two of them weren’t close and I had no reason to suspect that they were playing a prank. It was just really spooky that they both had the same dream, the same night, with the same details.
The Facebook stalker:
I went to a bar about 20 minutes from my apartment in Brooklyn, NY. Because of construction and because I didn’t know the way home (I had lived there for about a month), it took some time to get home.
When I got there, I noticed I had a Facebook message from someone I didn’t know, saying “Nice apartment, can I come in?” I looked outside and there was a guy who had followed me home.
I have no idea how he got my Facebook details. I bolted the door and blocked him.
The little ghost girl:
I was catching the last train back from London and had about an hour to kill at a station. It was late, and there were just two of us on the platform; me, and a little girl. It’s unusual to see a little girl on her own in the dead of night, so I parked myself on a bench about 20m away, and decided to subtly keep an eye on her to make sure she was okay.
This girl appeared to be about ten years old or so, in her school uniform. Very, very still. After five minutes passed, this little girl was still standing in exactly the same position that she was before, staring directly at me. Ten minutes passed. Fifteen.
I could feel her eyes burning into my soul. I considered going to find help, but then a cleaner walked past her. He didn’t even look at her, he just swept past.
Twenty minutes.
It was getting ridiculous. This poor little girl had been abandoned or something. I decided that when 25 minutes passed, I’d hop up and go ask her if she was okay. I took a picture to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.
I stood up and tentatively walked towards her. I got a bit closer. I saw her face, the shadows hitting it under the dim station lights. It looked half melted, like she had no real eyes.
My heart was pumping faster and faster and faster. I was scared, I admit, but I knew this girl needed someone’s help. I needed to go ask her if she was okay. Besides, what kind of person would I be if I just left her there?
I walked up closer to her, opened my mouth to ask her something, trembling. And I couldn’t believe what I saw. She was made of Lego. She was a goddamn art installation made of Lego. Just standing there, being creepy, staring at people and being made of Lego.
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I swear I have a ghost in my house. I was home alone one night after work watching TV and my cat was sitting on the couch next to me. He was bathing himself when all of a sudden he stopped and stood up and stared at the doorway. I followed his gaze and I saw a white figure walk past. I thought it was my roomate who has long blonde hair (hence the white figure) so I called out her name and no one answered. I was petrified as I knew I was home alone so after a few minutes finally got the courage to walk around the house and of course no one was around.
A few days later I was washing dishes in the kitchen and the window was open and I heard a man say "Hi Louise." Thinking it was my upstairs neighbor walking past I yelled out hi and looked up. No one was there and so I ran outside and still no one was there.
An hour later my neighbor was watering the garden and I asked him if he was outside earlier and he said he wasn't. After explaining both stories, he then told me that one of the previous owners had died in our apartment and apparently his ghost was known to wonder around.