Scary Stories

scary Story 1

When Julie was a child, she was scared of the dark. she swore to her mother she heard voices in it. They were not evil, but they were not familiar and so they scared her. It was not uncommon in the middle of the night for her to wake up and hear "whispers" as she would call them when asking her mom. Her mom figured they were just "bumps in the night" and typical kid's nightmare material. Julie tried often to explain to her that it was more than that; that they sounded different from one another the way people's voices do. On some nights she would get so scared from these "whispers" that she would sleep in her mom's bed with her. It was an added bonus that the bathroom was directly outside of her bedroom door for her late-night tinkles.

(I should add at this point that when walking out into the hall to go to the bathroom, you looked directly down the stairs that would lead you into her living room on the first floor as -her mom's bedroom was on the second floor-). On one such night, around Christmas, she awoke and felt the need to relieve herself. Julie walked out from the door and distinctly heard the phrase "Look!" and to her astonishment, a red light, almost like a spotlight, was cast upon the wall at the very bottom of the stairs. The light had no other source, it was by itself, and she was transfixed by it.

Being a little kid, and it only being a few days from Christmas, she KNEW what this light was. IT WAS SANTA!!! How else could he get into her house to know she was being a good girl? forgetting about reliving herself because she was so excited, she began walking down the stairs to greet him, picking up her pace after the second step as it began to creep off the wall and fade into the darkness in the living room.

That's when she heard him. A very strong, masculine voice. Different from the first. Not at all like her father's (not to say he isn't masculine, it was just distinctly different). It said, "Stop! Right now. Go back up those stairs." Julie listened, turned around, and what happened next she was not sure she would believe if someone had told her this same story. After reaching the top of the stairs, she heard a very loud CRASH that sent her running back to her mother's bed where she jumped straight under the covers and stayed there the whole night.

When Julie and her mother awoke the next morning, the poinsettia lights (little Christmas flower lights that glowed red) that her mother had put on the railing down the stairs were pulled straight down to the bottom of the stairs, some broken from what seemed like a forceful tear, laying in a single pile. The dry sink in the living room had fallen from the wall, presents where destroyed and teared to bits. Her mother could not explain it! and her father was worried they had been the victims of a home invasion while he was out. Julie's younger sister was crying over the presents. There was nothing missing, nobody had broken in, there did not seem to be any reason this had happened. And then Julie saw it, and She kept quiet about it because she was so afraid that she could not force words out of her mouth.

There, on the edge of the wooden dry sink which had been facing up, were three indentations where the finish on the wood had been worn, almost as if in a forceful grip. Something down there had GRABBED IT AND THREW IT DOWN. That was what the bang was.

Julie was mortified. After that day she never heard a single voice again. She doesn't like to imagine what was waiting downstairs for her that night if it was anything at all, but she can tell you that the reality was that something had physically acted upon two things in her house near the bottom of that stairwell.

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hey guys thanks for reading my scary story! i might post the other tomorrow if i have time!