Short Scary Stories

The Goat Man

The upper back half of my parents house is possessed. Or haunted. I don't know but something's wrong up there. When you go upstairs and open the door there's a large room with a walk in closet, about 700sf. There's a hallway to the right with a bathroom and then a door that leads to the other half of the upstairs, another 700sf or so and with two little doers with attics on either side of the room. The lightswitch to the room is outside of the room, meaning to turn on the light from the bed by the window, you here to get up and walk about 30 feet, open the door and turn on the light. In 1999 when I was 17 and my brother was 15, he lived in the upstairs part of the house (obviously a good choice as it's basically it's own house with no kitchen) and I lived in a bedroom downstairs. One day he ran downstairs and asked me if I wanted to change rooms. He said his knee injuries hurt too badly to go up and down the stairs all the time and asked if we wanted to switch rooms. SO OF COURSE I SAID YES!

Fast forward a few months later.

It's a school day and I'm in bed. The sun's not up and my arm hasn't gone off yet.  I wake up and I don't know why because I'm usually a heavy sleeper. I felt something near my bed. I rolled over to see who/what is there assuming it was one of my parents or siblings or something that would wake me up. I see a life sized crucified Jesus on my bedroom floor, living and evil with dark green eyes that glowed. It was obviously NOT Jesus, just some kind of "thing" taking on the shape and existing their, only to scare me. I stared at it and the eyes locked on mine an the cross rose up to a vertical position, slowly, until the life sized Jesus was before me, radiating hatred and anger and loathing and disgust. I wanted to turn a light on sooooooooo bad. To do that, I would have to get up run around him, make it 30 feet  open a door and turn on the light. I pulled a blanket over my head and waited for the sun to come up and tried to pretend that none of it was real. I got a lamp and put it next to my bed. 

A couple of years later and I'm in college. My boyfriend is next to me in my bed (in the same house) I didn't know what time it was but it wasn't daylight yet, when I woke up. I woke up because I felt something breathing on my neck. When I woke up I saw a mans face, illuminated by the next door neighbors outdoor lights and a street light, very close to mine. There was a man down on the floor with his face near mine an his eyes were black, solid black. Any part that would have been white was black. He had dark, ruddy skin and very dark craggily features. Like with a square jaw and deep lines in his face. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He had muscular arms. From the waist down? Dude was a goat. He had freaking goat legs. I tried to scream with my mouth opened wide. No sound was coming out. As I was screaming, the goat man, inches away from my face, opened his mouth to mock me. I closed my eyes and counted to 60. When I opened my eyes again he was gone. My boyfriend turned around to me and said "WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT?!?!" I gave him a confused look so he started to explain himself. He said he kept trying to get up and move,but I couldn't. 

The next night I lay in my bed and as I'm looking a black hooded figure maybe 10 ft tall or so? Wearing a head to toe black cloak with no eyes no face no nothing. It floated from the door to me. It disappeared before it got to my mattress. 

I had friends come over into my room and feel cold so they would walk out of my room. Downstairs in the living room we would often hear heavy footsteps up in my room walking above us.

A few years later my brother and I are hanging out. I have never told him or anyone else about this stuff. He says that he's about to tell me something and that he's sorry and that I can't be mad. I say ok because he's my brother, why would I ever be mad at him? He told me he was upstairs playing a video game and he heard a woman screaming in the back room. He went to go see what was going on. When he opened the door and turned on the light and the attic door had blood coming down from it. That's when he came donstairs and asked me to switch with him. He felt really bad that he blamed his knee. 

I don't want to believe this ever happened to me. I want to forget it. I try to convince myself it's all lucid dreams. I want to believe that.