"A few years ago, I had to drive home during a snowstorm. Where I lived then the roads went in between mountain ranges, my grandfather always said it was as if they let a snake out and laid the roads by following it. It was starting to get dark and as I would go through curves the wheels were slipping. The snow was probably an inch or two deep, and my car at the time didn't have four-wheel drive. Unfortunately, the roads were not well-kept and there were potholes every so often. In the middle of a snowstorm and I hit one of these damned potholes.
I was at least ten miles from home and my car had a blowout, that's the last thing I remember from the car accident. I blacked out as the car started flipping. When I came to the snow was not falling as heavy as it was when I wrecked. I tried to open my door but it wouldn't budge. Looking back, I don't see why I thought I could open the door to begin with, my arm was smashed up pretty badly and I had that tingling sensation you get when you fall asleep on a limb for a while, it was awful. I looked around the car and saw a house about fifty feet away, the outside light was off but the inside lights were on, dim but on. The car was still on but the headlights were destroyed and the engine was making a horrible whirring sound. I used my good arm and turned the car off. That's when I started getting a little uneasy.
Normally, when it's snowing outside all you can hear is the snowflakes tapping the ground, it muffles any noise around. On this night, I didn't expect any noise. Inside that house, there was noise. It was someone screaming, not like screaming in pain, it was angry screams. I didn't know what was going on, it had been a minute since I came to my senses and I was still groggy. But in that house, this consistent scream was getting louder. I went for my cellphone, but it had died. That's when the shit hit the fan.The outside light on the house came on. It seemed there were two people screaming now, I wasn't sure if they were screaming at each other. Of course, screaming isn't necessarily alarming, but I was in the middle of nowhere. Phone dead. Car dead. I kept hoping that the people that were screaming would be helpful, but nobody was opening the door. Just screaming, and the screaming wasn't negligible, it just sounded like gibberish. Looking through the windshield, I saw someone, or something, in the house move. It was at the window, but it wasn't like a person. There were no blinds, no shades, just a dim fluorescent light and this wide picture window with this thing moving back and forth. I was stuck in my car and couldn't call anybody, like a nightmare come true. I was helpless. And my imagination was making things worse, or so I thought.
I tried reasoning that maybe I had awakened these people at a ridiculous hour of the night and that I was scared because I was tired and stressed out. Then the door of the house opened. Nobody was standing there, no flashlight pointed towards my car, just the screaming, this time it was hurting my ears. I waited for something to come and I was left alone the entire night, my eyes fixed on the front of the house.
When morning came I was still sitting there, in the cold snowy wasteland. My car wasn’t starting and would never start again even though the mechanics never figured out what caused it to kick the bucket. A guy in a snowplow was driving by and saw my car smashed up on the side of the road, when he came to the car I could see in the corner of my eye he had this really worried look on his face. I was still awake, and I was still staring at the front door of that house. I wasn’t letting my eyes off of it for a single second, because I still heard the screaming and the door was still open.When the cops came to get me out of the car, I asked them if they knew who lived in the house. I pointed towards the house, door still wide open, screaming still as loud as it was all night. The cops got the same worried look on their face. They told me that there was no house. I'm going back there soon, because that screaming won't go away."
"I live by myself now. 25 years old, got a great job and I am fairly content with life, I get down every now and again but nothing too bad. I have vivid dreams, haven't had a nightmare since I was 13. That is a whole other story though. Anyways, I was taking a nap on my lunch break, nothing out of the ordinary, when I feel myself starting to wake up. She must have came in quietly while I was asleep, and she got on top of me, although she felt lighter than air. She was fun, smelled good, and I thought she was beautiful. Which is weird, because I never saw her face. I woke up, thought I must have reverted to my teenage years dreaming about girls, and then went back to work.I came home after and started the shower, took my clothes off, hopped in and then immediately freaked out. My chest had scratches all over it. I don't know how I hadn't realized this, or where they could have come from. The water burned me so bad that I had a tears in my eyes. I got out, dried myself off, ate some dinner, and proceeded to go to sleep.WRONGGGGGGGGGI was asleep, or not, I don't know to be honest. But I was awake in the realm I was in. And paralyzed, but not because I couldn't make myself move, but because it was not allowing me to. It was my room, but it was so dark that I swear I was drowning in a bucket of black paint. I tried to say the Lord's Prayer (something that has normally gotten me out of other situations ((although I don't know if God is real, but I do know there are bad things in this world that don't like it when he is brought up)) but I couldn't remember or form the words. That's when it started to pull at my necklace, and I started to get hot and smelled flesh burn, although it wasn't from me, but from whatever was trying to take my necklace. I managed to scream, and it screamed with me, and then it was gone. I was awake and in my bed. I through up in my sink, toilet, and bathtub and I couldn't get rid of the smell.That was all yesterday. I have no scratches on my chest (I just looked) but I look like straight dog crap. I have had encounters before, but nothing like this. I have only one experience worse than this, and that was terrifying and still makes me uneasy to this day. I think I need help.My chest is burning again."
"OK here's what is up. I'm 41 years old 6'1" pretty solid, and until last weekend I would have said not afraid of anything short of god himself.This all changed last Friday night. I work in a sawmill, a BIG sawmill. Usually I grade logs as they come in but being a holiday weekend the mill was shut down on Thursday til Monday. Being short on cash I decided to do the 6pm-6am night watch job. All you have to do is make a round every hour or so, then just play on your tablet using the kick ass WiFi our mill has. Gravy right?That's what I thought. Well everything started off fine just hang in around getting paid. Then came my 11pm round. I leave my office and stroll through the mill, when that's done I start to make my way around the outside. I'm nearly done with my round but when I get to the parking lot I notice my truck door is open. At first I'm not to alarmed, just alert. The mill sits about a quarter mile of the main road pretty much in the middle of nowhere, but delinquents have been known to park at the main road sneak in and cause mischief, hence the need for me.I approach my truck expecting my c.D's and my change to be missing what I found was my seat and backrest had been shredded at this point I'm pissed! I start stomping around cursing at the top of my lungs daring these punks to show their faces instead of vandalizing my truck and running off.I truly didn't expect a response but just as I quite down I hear something in the bushes at the edge of the lot, right outside the list up area I grab my walking stick out from behind my seat flip on my flashlight and give chase. God I wish I haven't done that. I rush after the noise and it circles the mill heading towards our back log yard. I'm chasing yelling for these "punks" to stop and face me. I get to the edge of the log yard and I can no longer hear anything moving so I step out into the haul way ready to yell again and I see "IT". That is the only way I can think to describe it. Standing not 25 feet away is something out of a nightmare. It maybe 6 ft tall kind of store over. Its almost canine like in the face, an elongated snout with wicked looking teeth, corded muscles and hands that are almost human,except the fingers look to be twice as long and end in razor like claws. The worst part were the eyes, solid black yet gleaming in the darkness.My heart is in my cheat and I don't know if I'm going to pass our or pee myself, the stick falls from my shaking hand as I start to back away. This thing starts to pace me as I back pedal slowly coming closer. When I reach the edge of the log yard, about 50 yards from the door to my office I fling my flash light at this things head turn and book it to my office. Amazingly I made it inside and lock the steel door. Just as I engage the deadbolt I feel this thing hit the door. The door shudders as it throws itself against it then, the handle starts to turn!!This thing is trying to open the damn door!! After a few LONG minutes everything gets quite. I didn't care I stayed locked in there until I heard the day shift watchmans truck pull in. I go out and talk to him, I don't tell him my story only because I know this guy he'll think I'm pulling his leg so I just tell him someone was snooping around to be careful. Thank goodness I don't have to be alone there through the week. I'm not sure what I seen but I know it was real!! I'm thinking about working memorial day weekend and bringing my12 gauge pump but I don't think I'll have the nerve"
"I’m afraid to go to sleep tonight. I’ve been afraid to go to sleep every night lately. I’m afraid of my dreams.It started three weeks ago. I dreamt I was in a dark tunnel. I was lying on my stomach, the tunnel was so narrow I couldn’t stand or even sit up. I could only move forward or backward. There was no light source, so I couldn’t see anything. The walls of the tunnel were cold and they didn’t feel manmade, they felt more like the walls of a cave.“How did I get here?” I wondered. The last thing I remembered was going to sleep. The first thought that came to mind was, “I must be dreaming.” Then I thought that there was no way it could be a dream. Everything around me felt real, too solid to be a dream. But sure enough, in a few minutes, I woke up.The next day, I still remembered the dream. It wasn’t a hazy memory, like I normally remember dreams. It was as vivid as anything that happened in my real life. I didn’t think too much of it the first day. I mean, a vivid dream isn’t that weird. The next night, I was in the cave again. I remember being surprised. Why was I having this dream again? It didn’t make sense. Again it seemed to last for only a few minutes before I woke up. I thought it was weird, but I wasn’t really troubled by it at this point.It was then that I woke up. I was trembling and covered in cold sweat. I reminded myself it was just a dream, but it wasn’t. Not really. Every night the moaning got louder closer. I’ve begun seeing a therapist, she says the dreams could represent fear of the future. That makes sense, but it still feels like there’s something more going on.The next few nights I had the same dream, I tried crawling around in the tunnel, but it seemed to just keep going. I believe it was the fifth night when I began to hear scurrying and scratching sounds in the tunnels.I told some friends about the dreams, thinking it made a fairly interesting story. I tried googling it, but I didn’t find anything useful. At this point, I was more intrigued then scared, but that was before I heard the noise.It was the seventh, maybe the eighth night of crawling through the tunnel when I heard a distant moaning sound behind me. Something about it instantly filled me with dread. It was like nothing I’d ever heard before, and something inside my head was telling me that that sound meant danger, no, not just danger, death. I had already started to crawl away from it when the moaning stopped for a second. The second moan filled me with even more despair because when I heard it again, I realized it was coming from both directions.So here I am, lying in my bed, terrified of falling asleep. Terrified of meeting the thing that’s making the noise, that terrible moan which creeps closer every night. "
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PS: nu le-am tradus deoarece cred ca au mai mult farmec citite asa.
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