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Horror stories 9

TURN AROUND

Back in high school I was part of our school's cheer squad. During the summer before the new school year started, we'd all go to cheer camp (this one was held over a few days at a local university) and learn some new routines or stunts and compete with other cheer teams.

Now, I really wasn't a typical cheerleader. I liked my space, and didn't get rowdy with the others during our off time. I preferred to read or listen to music by myself in a room I shared with two other girls.

During these down times, all the other girls were always across the hall listening to music and going nuts. They always did this with their door open, so I kept mine closed so I could have some peace.

I was laying on my stomach in front of my boombox with my head facing away from the dorm door. All of a sudden I hear a female whisper "Turn around."

I turn around and no one is there. I go back to what I was doing, and again, I hear someone say, "Turn around." I figure I'm hearing voices carry over from the hallway, as the voice did sound like one of the girls on my team. I open the door to have a look outside, and surprisingly the hall is empty and the door across the way is shut. Couldn't have been her. Again, I go back to what I was doing. This time, when I hear the voice say "Turn around" again, it was followed by two hard taps on my right shoulder. Oh HELL no.

I get up, look around. There is no one in the room. I go look in the closet that was closest to where the dorm door was (it was a shared closet that lead to the next room that was occupied by our coach). No one in there either. I figure, fuck that I'm not staying in this room alone, so I go across the hall into the other room. Everyone is busy doing their thing. I tell my friend about it (who is really into ghosts) and she keeps telling me to tell everyone about it, but I choose not to.

It happened to be the last night of our stay there, and our coach and one of her friends were telling ghost stories. The last story they tell us is how the area where we had been practicing, in front of a white gazebo, was where a wedding was supposed to have taken place. Something about some people that donated a lot of money to the school had it built for their daughter's wedding. Their daughter ends up finding out that her fiance was cheating on her, and she hung herself from that gazebo. I thought it was interesting that the gazebo was the first thing I noted when I was assigned my room. It was right outside our only window. I don't know how true their story was, but I loved how the smiles and laughter completely fell from my coach and her friend's face when my friend had me relate my story.

No one slept in that dorm room that night.

BEWARE

Well, when I was 18, I was in my house I had just bought (which was made in like 1896) but before I had bought it everyone told me never to go near it because it was haunted. I didn't believe them though because I didn't believe in ghosts back then. Why did I buy it, you ask? Well I had no choice because my parents really needed me to get a house of my own because their house only has one bedroom so I couldn't live with them. Secondly it was the only house I could buy that I could afford. And I didn't believe in ghosts!

Any way, back to the story. I was unpacking my stuff in my new "haunted" house. I was starting to get tired so I took a break and sat down on one of the chairs I had unpacked in front of a window. I decided to open it to let in some fresh air. Suddenly, a bony black hand that looked nothing like a human hand appeared next to me. Then there was a voice that sounded EXACTLY like Golemn! I didn't know what it said, I was too busy screaming my heart out. I didn't dare look behind me and, still screaming, ran out of the house as fast as my feet could carry me. Then, I searched for my phone but couldn't find it. The next day I was brave enough to go back in the house. I had spent the night at my friend's house. But when I went into my bathroom, there was blood on the mirror spelling BEWARE. I nearly died and sold the house after that.

THE BLOOD

I woke up with blood gushing down my cheek when I was younger and I didn't feel anything, but my face felt wet so I went down to my parents room and they freaked out. Til' this day we still have not clue what cut my face but I needed 8 stitches next to my eye. We checked the sheets, pillow, pillowcases, edges of the bed, etc. Still no idea.

"STOP CALLING!" "NOOOO.."

This was many years ago, and went on for about a year when i was 10-11. I used to answer the phone back then because if cold callers rang, they'd hang up when they heard a kid and if it was a genuine caller I could just get my parents.

When I was ten someone called my house from a blocked number. I picked up after a couple of rings and there was a man on the other end. He sounded old and he scared me, though I wasn't sure why at the time.

First call:

Me: "Hello?"

Stranger: "Helloooo... why did you take so long to answer?"

Me: "Sorry?" (Sorry as in I-don't-understand-you)

Stranger: "Were you on the toooiileeet?"

Me: "Um... do you want to speak to my dad?"

Stranger: "No... you heavy breathing"

I got freaked out and hung up.

Second call, a few months later:

Me: "Hello?"

Stranger: "Hellooo sweetie. Quicker now?"

Me: "What?"

Stranger: "You shouldn't answer the phone on the toooiiilet..."

Me: "I think you've got the wrong number."

Stranger: "I've got it juuuust right, sweetie."

I hung up again.

About a year later, 3rd conversation:

Me: "Hello, ..... residence."

Stranger: "Helllooooo... still there?"

Me: "Sorry, what?"

Stranger: "Are you on the toooiiiileeeeeeeet?"

Me: "No. Goodbye."

Stranger: heavy breathing

This happened every few months until my dad picked up the phone once.

Dad: "Hello, D---- W-----, how can I help you?"

Stranger: "Is she there?"

Dad: "Who?"

Stranger: "The girl on the toiiilleeet"

Dad: I think you have the wrong number.

Stranger: "The girl, the toilet girl [says my first name, which I never told him]."

Dad: "Who are you?"

Stranger: "I want to see her on the toooooiiillleeeeet."

Dad: "Stop calling. Stop calling now. Stop."

Stranger: "noooo..."

My dad hung up.

For months after that we would get random calls with heavy breathing and weird laughter in the background. After a while it stopped, but it still creeps me out.