A collection of unrelated stories in a few phrases.

At night I looked out the window. There were no clouds in the sky. And stars.

I burned all the dolls, although my daughter cried and begged not to do this. She did not understand my horror and did not want to believe that it was not me who put dolls in her bed every night.

A man is standing in the yard and looking out my window. For a long time. Without moving. I do not mind. Let the parents stop saying they can't see him.

When we bought the house, I assumed the scratches were on inside a large and not very well-mannered dog left the basement door. The day before yesterday, the neighbors said that the previous owners did not have a dog. This morning I found that there were more scratches.

Honey, don't be afraid of a dead grandmother. See for yourself - it's nowhere to be found. Search under the bed, in the closet, in the closet. Well? Convinced? Stop!!! Just don't raise your head to the ceiling! Grandma hates when people stare at her!

My name is John. I am six years. I really love Halloween. This is the only day, or rather the night of the year, when my parents take me out of the basement, remove the handcuffs and allow me to go outside without a mask. I keep the sweets for myself, I give the meat to them.

“In no case do not go to a distant pantry,” said my mother. Of course, I immediately stole the key from her. She discovered it was missing, started screaming, stamping her feet, but when I told her that I hadn't made it to the pantry yet, she calmed down and even gave me a couple of dollars for chips. If not for two dollars, I would have asked her about the dead boy from the pantry, who looked so much like me, and would have finally found out why she cut out his eyes and sawed off his hands.

I put the baby to bed, and he says to me: "Daddy, check the monsters under the bed." I look under the bed to calm him down, and I see my child there, who looks at me with horror and a trembling voice says: “Dad, there is someone else in my bed.”

I woke up because I heard a knock on the glass. At first I thought that someone was knocking on my window, but then I heard another knock... from the mirror.

A smiling face stared at me from the darkness outside my bedroom window. I live on the 14th floor.

In the morning I found a photo of myself sleeping on my phone. I live alone.

"I can't sleep," she whispered as she crawled into bed with me. I woke up in a cold sweat clutching at the dress in which she was buried.

Doctors told the patient that after the amputation, phantom pains are possible. But no one warned about how the cold fingers of an amputated hand would stroke the other.

I can't move, breathe, speak or hear - it's dark all the time. If I knew, it would be better to ask to be cremated.

She couldn't figure out why she was casting two shadows. After all, there was only one lamp in the room.

Worked late today. I see a face that looks directly into the surveillance camera under the ceiling.

The dummies were left wrapped in bubble wrap. I hear from another room how someone began to burst them.

Are you awake. But she doesn't.

She asked me why I sighed so heavily. But I didn't sigh.

You came home after a long day at work and already dream of relaxing alone. You are looking for a switch with your hand, but you feel someone's hand.

I have seen beautiful dream until I was woken up by the sound of someone banging with a hammer. After that, I only heard clods of earth falling on the lid of the coffin, drowning out my screams.

Eduard Nikolaevich Uspensky

Andrey Alekseevich Usachev

The most terrible horrors. creepy stories

Artist I. Oleinikov

Modern creepy stories

Stories with signs of today

It is quite clear that horror stories happened not only in the old days. They happen even now. Near, here, in our city, in the neighboring area and even on the next street. And since there are no vampires, no space aliens, no people with bear heads on the next street and in the next area, all these today's stories have a completely domestic color.

With an emphasis on human meat pies, blood bags and other everyday horrors. Read and be horrified. "That was today, that was yesterday."

black hand

There was a hotel in the city of N that was notorious. There was a red light above the door of one of her rooms. This meant that people were disappearing in the room.

One day a young man came to the hotel and asked for a lodging for the night. The director replied that there were no empty seats, except for that ill-fated room with a red light bulb. Not a guy was not afraid and went to spend the night in this room. In the morning he was not in the room.

In the evening of the same day, another guy came, who had just served in the army. The director of the hotel assigned him a place in the same room. The guy was strange: he did not recognize mattresses and duvets and slept on the floor, wrapped in a blanket. In addition, he suffered from insomnia. She visited him that night too. It's already past eleven, it's time for twelve, and sleep doesn't come. It's past midnight!

Suddenly something clicked and rustled under the bed, and the Black Hand appeared from under it. She tore the pillow with terrible force and dragged it under the bed. The guy jumped up, quickly dressed and went to look for the director of the hotel. But that was not there. He was not at home either. Then the guy called the police and asked to urgently come to the hotel. The police began a thorough inspection. One of the police officers noticed that the bed was attached to the floor with special screws. Unscrewing the screws and moving the bed aside, the policemen saw a chest with a button on one of its walls. We pressed the button. The lid of the chest lifted abruptly but inaudibly. And out of it appeared the Black Hand. It was attached to a thick steel spring. The hand was cut off and sent for investigation. The chest was moved - and everyone saw a hole in the floor. We decided to go down there. There were seven doors in front of the police. They opened the first one and saw lifeless, bloodless corpses. They opened the second - there were skeletons. They opened the third - there is only skin. In the fourth lay fresh corpses, from which blood flowed into the basins. In the fifth - people in white coats butchered corpses. We went into the sixth - people were standing along long tables and packing blood into bags. We went into the seventh - and were dumbfounded! On a high chair there sat the director of the hotel himself.

The director confessed to everything. At this time there was a war between the two states. As in any war, it was required a large number donated blood. The director was connected with one of the states. He was offered for a huge sum to establish the production of such blood, and he agreed and developed a plan with Black Hand.

The hotel was brought into divine form, a new director was appointed. The light bulb above the door of the ill-fated room was gone. The city now lives quietly and sees wonderful dreams at night.

One day the mother sent her daughter to the market for pies. An old woman was selling pies. When the girl approached her, the old woman said. That the pies are already over, but if she goes to her house, she will treat her with pies. The girl agreed. When they came to her house, the old woman sat the girl on the sofa and asked her to wait. She went to another room where there were some buttons. The old woman pressed the button - and the girl failed. The old woman made new pies and ran to the market. The girl's mother waited and waited and, without waiting for her daughter, ran to the market. She did not find her daughter. I bought pies from the same old woman and returned home. When she bit off one pie, she saw a blue fingernail in it. And her daughter just painted her nail in the morning. Mom immediately ran to the police. The police came to the market and caught the old woman.

It turned out that she lured people to her home, put them on the sofa, and people fell through. Under the sofa was a large meat grinder full of human flesh. The old woman made pies out of it and sold it in the market. At first they wanted to execute the old woman, and then they gave her a life sentence.

Taxi driver and old woman

A taxi driver is driving late in the evening and sees: an old woman is standing by the road. Vote. The taxi driver stopped. The old woman sat down and said: “Take me to the cemetery, you need to see your son!” The taxi driver says: "It's late, I need to go to the park." But the old woman persuaded him. They arrived at the cemetery. The old woman says: "Wait here for me, I'll be right back!"

Half an hour goes by and she's gone. Suddenly an old woman appears and says: “He is not here, I was mistaken. Let's go to another!" The taxi driver says: “What are you doing! It's already night!" And she told him: “Take it, take it. I'll pay well!" They arrived at another cemetery. The old woman again asked to wait and left. Half an hour passes, an hour passes. An old woman appears, angry and dissatisfied with something. “He is not here either. Take, - he says, - to another! The taxi driver wanted to drive her away. But she still persuaded him, and they went. The old woman is gone. There is none and no. The taxi driver's eyes began to droop. Suddenly he hears - the door opens. He raised his head and saw: an old woman was standing at the door, smiling. His mouth is covered in blood, his hands are covered in blood, a piece of meat is pulled out of his mouth ...

The taxi driver turned pale: "Grandma, what are you ... eating the dead?"

scary story

Evgeny Charushin
scary story

The boys Shura and Petya were left alone.
They lived in a dacha - near the forest, in little house. That evening, dad and mom went to visit their neighbors.
When it got dark, Shura and Petya washed themselves, undressed themselves and went to bed in their beds. They lie and are silent. There is no father or mother. It's dark in the room. And in the dark on the wall someone crawls - rustles; maybe - a cockroach, or maybe - someone else! ...

Shura and says from his bed:
- I'm not scared at all.
“I’m not scared at all either,” Petya answers from the other bed.
- We are not afraid of thieves, - says Shura.
“We are not afraid of cannibals either,” Petya answers.
“And we are not afraid of tigers,” says Shura.
“They won’t come here,” Petya answers.

And just as Shura wanted to say that he was not afraid of crocodiles, when suddenly they heard - outside the door, in the hallway, someone quietly stamped their feet on the floor: top ... top ... top ... slap ... slap ... top ... top ....
How Petya will rush to Shura on the bed! They covered their heads with a blanket, pressed against each other. They lie quietly so that no one can hear them.
- Don't breathe, - says Shura to Petya.
- I'm not breathing.
Top... top... slap... slap... top... top... slap... slap...
And through the blanket you can still hear someone walking outside the door and puffing in addition.
But then Mom and Dad came. They opened the porch, entered the house, turned on the light. Petya and Shura told them everything. Then mom and dad lit another lamp and began to look around all the rooms, in all corners. There is no one.
They came to the canopy. Suddenly, in the passage along the wall, someone ran into a corner ... He ran and curled up in a corner in a ball.

Look - yes it's a hedgehog!
He must have climbed into the house from the forest. They wanted to pick him up, but he twitches and pricks with thorns. Then they rolled him up in a hat and took him to the closet. They gave me milk in a saucer and a piece of meat. And then everyone fell asleep. This hedgehog lived with the guys in the country all summer. He then puffed and stamped his feet at night, but no one was afraid of him anymore.

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Very scary stories for lovers of mysticism

In this section, we have collected for you the most terrible creepy stories that you can read for free online. Our collection includes both author's fantasies in style and scary mystical stories from real life.

Almost every person is afraid of certain things, but the objects of fear are different for everyone. Some people are horrified by abandoned houses or wild desert areas, others are panicked by cramped rooms. The darkness of the night terrifies many children, and even some adults. In creepy stories you can find many scary images that have a depressing effect on the psyche:

• Crazy maniac waiting for his victim
• A disembodied ghost chasing its killer
• A village witch who can turn into a black cat at night
• Creepy clown from a twisted parallel world
• grinning ominously at you from specular reflection
• A dusty doll that comes to life at night to sink its sharp teeth into the victim's throat.
• Devilry- vampires, werewolves, goblin, mermaids, werewolves

Scary creepy stories will help you get your dose of adrenaline, and completely without risk. Although, if you think about it ... There is an opinion that some thoughts and fears of a person can materialize. What will you do if you suddenly find yourself in the dark with a living skeleton or other unattractive character in the story? Is it worth reading scary stories at night or is it better to abstain and save your nerves? Decide for yourself!

4 scariest horror stories of our childhood. You will turn gray as for the first time!

Remember, we told each other in the camps about the red hand and black curtains? And there was always such a master of storytelling, in which a familiar story took on the outlines of a long and exciting thriller no worse than King's.

We recalled four such stories. Don't read them in the dark!

black curtains

One girl's grandmother died. When she was dying, she called the girl's mother to her and said:

Do what you want with my room, but do not hang black curtains there.

They hung white curtains in the room, and now the girl began to live there. And everything was fine.

But one day she went with the bad guys to burn tires. They decided to burn the tires in the cemetery, right on one old grave that had collapsed. They began to argue about who would set it on fire, they drew lots with matches, and it fell out to set fire to the girl. So she set fire to the tire, and from there the smoke will go right into her eyes. Painfully! She screamed, the guys got scared for her and dragged her to the hospital by the hands. But she doesn't see anything.

At the hospital, she was told that it was a miracle that her eyes had not burned out, and they prescribed a regimen - to sit at home with her eyes closed and that the room was always dark and dark. And don't go to school. And no fire can be seen until he recovers!

Then mother began to look for dark curtains in the girl's room. I searched and searched, but there are no dark ones, only white, yellow, green light ones. And black ones. There is nothing to do, she bought black curtains and hung the girl in the room.

The next day my mother hung them up and went to work. And the girl sat down homework write at the table. She sits and feels something touch her elbow. She shook, looked, but there was nothing but curtains next to her elbow. And so several times.

The next day, she feels that something is touching her shoulders. He jumps up, but there is nothing around, only the curtains hang nearby.

On the third day, she immediately moved the chair to the far end of the table. Sitting, writing lessons, and something touches her neck! The girl jumped up and ran to the kitchen, and did not enter the room.

Mom came, the lessons were not written, she began to scold the girl. And the girl began to cry and ask her mother not to leave her in that room.

Mom says:

You can't be such a coward! Look, I will sit at your table all night while you sleep, so that you know that there is nothing to worry about.

In the morning the girl wakes up, calls her mother, but her mother is silent. The girl began to cry loudly from fear, the neighbors came running, and her mother was sitting dead at the table. They took her to the morgue.

Then the girl went to the kitchen, took the matches, returned to the bedroom and set fire to the black curtains. They were burned, but her eyes bled out.

Sister

One girl's father died, and her mother was very poor, did not work and did not know how, and they had to sell the apartment. They went to the old grandmother's house in the village, the grandmother had died two years ago, and no one lived there. But it was decent there, because a neighbor cleaned up there for money. And the girl and her mother began to live there. The girl was far from going to school, and she was given such a certificate that she studies at home, and only goes to school in the regional center by the end of the quarter, so she and her mother sat at home all day, only sometimes they went to the store, also in the district center. And my mother was pregnant, and her belly was growing.

He grew for a long, long time, and grew twice as much as usual, for such a long time the child was not born. Then my mother apparently went to the store in the winter, and she was gone for almost a week, the girl was exhausted: she was scared at home alone, it was black in the windows, the electricity was intermittent, there were snowdrifts right up to the windows. The food was running out, but her neighbor fed her. And then late in the evening, or at night, there was a knock on the door and the mother's voice called out to the girl. The girl opened the door and her mother came in. She was all pale, with blue circles around her eyes, thin and tired. She gave birth to a child and held him in her arms, wrapped in some kind of shabby skin, maybe even a dog. The girl quickly closed the door, put the child on the table, began to undress her mother - she was very cold, she was all icy. In the iron stove, the girl made a fire, near this stove they warmed themselves in the evenings, and seated her mother in an old armchair, and then went to see the child.

I unfolded it slowly, and there was such a child that it was immediately clear that this was not a newborn or even a baby. There's another girl three years or four, the face is small and angry, and there are no arms or legs.

Oh mom, who is this? - the girl asked, and the mother says:

All babies are ugly at first. When your sister grows up, everything will be all right. Give it to me.

She took the baby in her arms and began to breastfeed. And that girl sucks her breasts, as if nothing had happened, and looks at the first girl cunningly and viciously.

And their names were Nastya and Olya, Olya is the one without arms and legs.

And this Olya herself ran and jumped very well, that is, she crawled very quickly, on her stomach. And she jumped on it, and she managed, like a caterpillar, to put herself upright and with her teeth, for example, to grab something and pull on herself. There was no rescue from her. She overturned, gnawed, spoiled everything, and her mother ordered Nastya to clean up after her, because Nastya was the eldest and also because her mother was now all the time ill, she was sick and even slept strangely, with her eyes open, as if she was just lying in a swoon. Now Nastya cooked for herself, and ate separately from her mother, because her mother had some kind of her own diet for nursing. Life has become absolutely disgusting. If Nastya didn’t eat and didn’t clean up after the dirty trick Olya, then her mother sent her either for firewood or to do her homework, and Nastya spent the whole day and the whole evening solving and solving problems and writing exercises, and she also taught all kinds of physics so as to retell everything, not stuttering over a single word. Mom did almost nothing, she fed Olya all the time or rested between feedings, because the nursing woman gets very tired, and everything was on Nastya, and Olya was washed too, and Olya writhed and laughed disgustingly, it was still a pleasure to wash her from poop. But Nastya endured everything for the sake of her mother.

So a month or two passed, and the winter only became colder, and everything around was covered in snowdrifts, and the light bulbs that hung in the rooms directly without chandeliers were blinking all the time and were very dim.

Suddenly, Nastya began to notice that someone was coming up to her at night and breathing over her face. At first she thought that it was her mother, as before, looking to see if she was sleeping well and if the blanket had slipped, and then she looked through her eyelashes, and this was Olya standing by the bed and looking at her, and smiling so much that her heart was in her heels .

Then Olya noticed that Nastya was looking, and said in a disgusting voice:

Who asked you to watch when you don't have to? Now I will bite off your fingers. Finger per night. And then I'll eat my hands. And so my hands will grow.

And she immediately bit off Nastya's little finger on her hand, and blood poured out from there. Nastya lay as if in a daze, but she jumped up from the pain and screamed! But mom still sleeps, and Olya laughs and jumps.

Okay, - said Nastya. “I still can’t do anything with you.

And lay down as if to sleep. And even fell asleep.

And in the morning Olya crap one's pants again, and mother told Nastya to wash her. It’s good that there was still firewood in the house, because it was already impossible to reach the woodpile because of the snowdrifts, and also to the well, Nastya took water directly from the snow for a bath, scooped up snow with a bucket and warmed it up on the stove. The wound from the bitten off finger was very painful, but Nastya did not say anything to her mother. She took Olya and began to bathe her in a baby bath, which they found in the attic when they moved. Olya, as always, wriggles and giggles, and Nastya began to drown her. Then Olya parted, fought terribly, bit Nastya's hands, but Nastya drowned her anyway, and she stopped breathing, and then Nastya put her on the table and saw that her mother was still looking at the stove and did not notice anything. And then Nastya lost consciousness, because a lot of blood flowed from the bites.

During the night, the house was covered with snow so that the neighbor was frightened and called rescuers. They came and dug up the house, and found inside a girl in a swoon, with bitten hands, a dead mummified woman and a wooden doll without arms and legs.

Nastya was then sent to an orphanage for the deaf and dumb. She was actually mute, she spoke with her mother with her hands.

The girl who played the piano

One girl with her mother and father moved into a new apartment, very beautiful, large, with a hall, a kitchen, a bathroom, two bedrooms, and in the hall there was a German piano made of cherry wood. Do you know what polished looks like? Cherry tree? It is dark red and glistens like blood.

The piano was very necessary, because the girl went to learn to play the piano in the house of culture.
And on new apartment something strange happened to the girl. She began to play this piano at night, although she did not like it very much before. It played softly, but audibly.

At first, her parents did not scold her, they thought she would play enough and stop, but the girl did not stop.

They enter the hall, she is standing near the piano, she is playing notes on the piano, and she is looking at her parents. They scold her, she is silent.

Then they began to close the piano with a key.

But the girl does not understand how every night she still opened the piano and played it.

They began to shame her, punish her, but she still plays the piano at night.

They began to lock her bedroom. And she knows how to get out and play again.

Then she was told that she would be sent to a boarding school. She cried and cried, they told her, give me an honest pioneer word that you won’t play anymore, but she is silent again. They sent me to boarding school.

And the next day, someone strangled her mom and dad at night.

They began to look for someone who could strangle them, asked the girl if she knew something. And then she told.
She didn't play the red piano. Every night she was woken up by flying white hands and told to flip notes while they played the piano. And she didn't tell anyone, because she was afraid and because no one would believe anyway.

Then the investigator says to her:

I believe you.

Because a pianist used to live in this apartment. He was arrested for wanting to poison the government. When they were arrested, he began to ask that they not beat his hands, because he needed his hands to play the piano. Then one NKVD officer said that he would make sure that the NKVD did not touch his hands, took the shovel from the janitor and chopped off both hands. And from this the pianist died.

And this nkvdsheshnik was the girl's dad.

Wrong girl

In the class, a girl named Katya has a new teacher. He had evil eyes, but everyone praised him very much, because he spoke in a kind voice and because if a student did not obey him for a long time, then the teacher invited him to drink tea, and after tea the student became the most obedient child in the world and spoke only when asked. And already all the students in the girl's class became obedient, only the girl herself was still ordinary.

Once, the mother sent the girl to bring some purchases to the teacher home, which he asked to do. The girl came, the teacher sat her down to drink tea in the kitchen and said:

Sit quietly here and don't go to the basement.

And he took the purchases and went with them to the attic.

The girl drank tea, but the teacher does not come. She began to wander around the rooms, look at the photographs and paintings on the walls. She was walking over the stairs to the basement, and the ring that her grandmother gave her fell off her finger. The girl decided to quickly get off the ring and sit in the kitchen, as if nothing had happened.

She went down to the basement, looks around, and there are basins of blood all around. In some lies the intestines, in others the liver, in the third the brains, in the fourth - the eyes. And looks, after all, human eyes! She was frightened and how she would scream!

Then the teacher entered the basement with a large knife. looked and said:

You are a bad, worthless, wrong Katya.

He grabbed Katya's braids and cut them off.

From this hair I will make good, correct Kate's hair. And now I need your skin. I'll put the glass eyes in the right Katya, which your mother bought for me, but I need real skin.

And the knife raised again.

Katya began to run around the basement, and the teacher stands at the stairs and laughs:

There is no other way out of this basement, run and run until you fall, then it will become easier to peel off your skin.

Then the girl calmed down and decided to cheat. Went straight for him. It goes and everything is shaking, and suddenly nothing happens. And he will kill her and put her in basins, and an obedient doll will go home instead of her.

And the teacher laughs and shows the knife.

Then the girl suddenly tore off the beads from her neck, which her grandmother also gave, and how she threw the teacher in the face! Right in the eyes and in the mouth! The teacher recoiled, his eyes were filled with blood and did not see anything. He tried to throw himself at the girl, but the beads had already fallen to the floor, rolled away, he slipped on them and fell. And the girl jumped on his head with both feet, and he lost consciousness. And then she got out of the basement and ran to the police.

The teachers were then shot. In another city where he used to work, he replaced the whole school with walking dolls.

hungry doll

One girl with mom and dad moved into another apartment. And in the room, which is for children, there was a doll nailed to the wall with nails. Dad tried to pull out the nails, but he couldn't. Left it like that.

So the girl went to bed, and suddenly the doll moves its head, opens its eyes, looks at the girl and says in a terrible voice:

Give me some red food!

The girl was frightened, and the doll says it in a bass voice again and again.

Then the girl went to the kitchen, cut her finger, took a spoonful of blood, came and poured it into the doll's mouth. And the doll calmed down.

The next night it's the same again. And to the next one. So the girl gave her blood to the doll for a week and began to lose weight and turn pale.

And on the seventh day, the doll drank the blood and said in her terrible voice:

Listen, crazy, do you have any jam at home at all?

Stories told by Lilith Mazikina

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