5 Scary Short Stories To Keep You Up At Night
Scary short stories have the greatest effect- they keep your imagination running. Here are five more haunting & creepy short stories written by reddit users. Try not to read these at night!
The Mourning After
“Do you come here often?” Matt asked the pretty blonde girl. She turned her gaze from the dance floor to him.
“No, but tonight is a special night for the both of us” she responded.
“Yeah, it’s special because you met me”, Matt slurred.
“You plan on driving?” she asked.
“Yeah”, Matt replied with his eyes half closed.
“I think we should hang out”, she stated.
“Yes, you’re pretty”, Matt mumbled and leaned in for a kiss. The pretty blonde girl lips were cold, probably from her drink.
“Let’s get out of here”, Matt invited.
“You sure you want to drive? We can make other arrangements”, she said warning him.
“I’m a good drunk driver. More careful”, Matt responded.
Matt’s speedometer said 90 mph yet it felt like they were moving in slow motion. The world was spinning and the lines on the road were squiggles.
“You’re going to kill yourself”, the girl said calmly.
“You’re being a buzzkill.” Matt answered getting mad.
“I don’t think killing your buzz is what you need to worry about.” She replied.
“If you were going to be such a fucking weirdo, I wouldn’t have taken you with me!” Matt screamed suddenly.
“I’m glad I’m with you tonight. I had some other people to visit with but one soul, especially as vile as yours, is enough”, she said flatly.
The pretty blonde girl opened the car door and tossed herself out of the moving vehicle. Matt screamed and turned the wheel too sharply losing control. The car flipped and barreled down the road at 120 miles per hour.
The pretty blonde girl went back to the bar for the others.
The rosewood box was on the coffee table, the photographs spread out across the glass surface. Two candles and a small lamp lit the room. Everything had to be exactly as it was that first time. The slightest change and it wouldn’t work. The whiskey bottle and half empty glass were in their places. Everything was perfect. All Vic had to do was find the right picture. The one from the rose garden.
He didn’t have to look very hard to find it. Ever since the first time, he kept it close to the top of the pile. He looked at the picture, concentrating on her face. Tara. In the picture, she was smiling in front of a trellis of climbing roses, so beautiful… It had been two and a half years since she died.
Vic leaned back on the couch, closed his eyes, and waited.
Then it began.
The room filled with her scent. This was as close as she had gotten the first time, before Vic opened his eyes, ending her visit. Soft footsteps on the carpet, coming down the hall. The weight of a person sitting on the cushion next to him. This is where it usually ended. Vic could never keep his eyes closed.
Tara was there.
A cool hand touched his, holding it gently. He shook with effort, struggling not to open his eyes.
“I miss you so much…” He said.
As if from a great distance, Tara’s voice came to him. “Open your eyes!” She screamed, her voice full of terror.
“Open your eyes and run! That isn’t me!”
Vic opened his eyes. And he began to scream.
“Take your medicine, Mr. Lyle,” they demanded. “no please no not again not the medicine please no,” I plead to them with my mind, but they can’t hear me. I begin sobbing.
“It’s OK. Mr. Lyle. The medicine will make you feel better”, they say in calm, collected voices.
They start to raise the needle to my arm, and I begin thrashing violently against my restraints, but they only tighten more, making it harder and harder to draw in air. I try to scream, beg, plead. I pray to God for death. I promise the Devil I will do anything if he can get me out of this.
That’s when time seemed to stop.
A voice deep and booming from out of nowhere, and yet everywhere at the same time. Coming in from the outside and
coming out from the inside.
“Yes, please. I’ll do anything to get out of this. Whatever it takes, no matter how sick or twisted or cruel just get me out of here.”
“You’re sure, Mr. Lyle?”
I don’t even hesitate.
The world before me disappeared in a white flash, but when I could see again, I was in the same room still. What the… I thought, and that’s when I looked down, and knew what I had to do.
I opened my mouth and spoke the words.
“Take your medicine, Mr. Lyle.”
Only the Good
I had a shitty childhood. I used to be a “disappointment” to my dad. He beat me relentlessly. My sister too. It got worse when mom died.
I felt so bad for my sister and was desperate to do something to help. So I wrapped my hands around her neck and choked her into salvation. She would never feel his brutal touch again. She was safe and in heaven with the angels, with her mom. Her pure heart was intact for eternity.
That moment, when her soul flew triumphantly from her body, changed my life. I realized that I was given a gift. I could send untainted souls straight to paradise, before evil got its chance to ruin them. I could make sure that they felt no pain, no suffering.
I mean, what are a few decades on this planet as compared to an eternity in heaven? Wouldn’t you die right now if you had a guaranteed ticket to eternal salvation? Why take the risk that evil could invade your mind, body, and soul?
Each time I performed the miracle, I felt God’s touch.
I prefer to save the young. We are all born innocent, right? The more time spent on this wretched, pathetic rock, the more time the devil has to turn you.
The next time you brag about how great your child is, I’ll be listening. The next time your child helps an elderly lady across the street, I’ll be watching. Maybe the next time your kid cleans his room without even being asked to, I’ll be in the closet. His salvation, sharp and metallic, gripped tightly in my blessed hands.
We could only lie down
I remember the day the spider-like creatures swarmed out of their holes and covered the moon’s surface. NASA telescopes captured high definition video of the masses of creatures, throbbing and heaving as far as the eye could see. They were as big as cars and I nearly lost my mind when I caught a glimpse of them on the news.
I remember the ensuing months as humanity reacted to the presence of new life in our solar system. Many wanted to nuke the lunar surface until it was glass. Others wanted to make peace. Some worshiped them as gods. Personally, whenever I looked up at the moon, brownish red with the skittering bodies of monsters, I could barely stop myself from shaking.
I remember when CNN broke footage of the creatures building massive ships on the surface. They were intelligent. This was enough to cause near panic. They were coming to us.
I remember the day they sent their first message. The sound was harsh and guttural and interspersed with a horrible clicking. Top linguists around the world were called in to translate.
I remember two weeks later when the brownish red tint of the moon gave way to the milky white we had almost forgotten as the monsters entered into their ships. Earth was on high alert, all nations’ armies prepared for assault. And then the ships took off and left in the opposite direction.
And I remember the next day, when the linguists finally decoded the strange message and played it for the whole world to hear: “If you value your lives, run.”
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