When I was a child, I lived in an old Victorian house, and I would always hear laughing while I was trying to sleep. I was an only child with a single mother, and when I was about 5-6, I would wake up hearing laughter in the hallway in the middle of the night.
After mentioning this to my mum, she swore it was probably just the TV being left on late.
One night, I awoke hearing the laughter in my room. I went to sit up but felt like there was someone holding my shoulders down, invisible hands gripping into my shoulders while I heard laughing. I screamed my little heart out.
My mum ran into my room, flicking on the bedside lamp, convincing me it was just a dream, until I said "but my shoulders hurt." She lifted up my t-shirt and there were two adult-sized hand prints on my shoulders.
I honestly thought I had imagined it and that it had never happened, but the other day I mentioned it in passing to my mum and she went blanket white and said "I don't want to remember that."
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Short scary stories
Short Story"A clown is funny in the circus ring. But what would be the normal reaction to opening a door at midnight, and finding the same clown standing there in the moonlight? That is the essence of true horror." -Lon Chaney *Just a note these stories do not...
