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There was once a woman
who lived by herself in a quaint house in the country. Her husband had
passed away about 5 years back and she was planning on moving soon.
One day, while packing up some of her husbands things, she noticed that the
temperature dropped really low. She walked down the hall to check the thermostat,
but when she got there it showed no difference in temperature. She thought about it but
figured that it must be broken. She decided that she would call someone the next
day to fix it. When she passed the mirror on the wall on her way back she thought
she saw a movement of shadows in the reflection. Then the temperature suddenly returned
to normal and when she looked back at the mirror nothing was there. She shrugged
and went back to packing.
A couple of days later the temperature dropped again. Again the woman went to the
thermostat and again it showed no change. She remembered that she had forgotten
to call someone to repair it. She promised herself that she would call after her
show on T.V. that she had been watching. When she passed the mirror she again saw
the movement of shadows. She stopped. In the reflection she saw a shadow, nothing
but a shadow. Slightly translucent but visible. The shape was indescribable. It
changed shape, like water flowing, about the size of a tall person. It stepped
out from the wall behind the woman, but when she turned around to face it there
was nothing there. Now she was scared. She began to tremble. Slowly she turned
back to the mirror. The figure was still there, and closer. She screamed out
"HEEEEELLPPP!!!" but no one came. Closer and closer IT came...
A few weeks later a friend of the woman's stopped by to say Hi. She knocked and
knocked but there was no answer. The next day a police officer came out to investigate, but
he found nothing but a few empty boxes and the TV on. It was put down as an unsolved case.
The house was soon cleaned out and put out on the market for sale.
For many years the house was empty, what with all of the stories going around about it.
But one day a small family consisting of a mother, father and daughter moved from
the city into the house.
All was well until one day the temperature dropped in the house. The daughter
went to her parents and asked them what happened. They said they didn't know and
they went to the thermostat to see. It showed no change in temperature. They
decided to call someone. The daughter went back to playing with her dolls in her
room. Had she looked up into her mirror she would have seen a shadow peeking from
behind the reflection of her bed. But just then her parents came in to tell her
that someone was coming the next day to fix the thermostat and that she'll have
to deal with it for a while, but when they finished saying this the temperature
went back to normal. The parents said never mind.
A few weeks later the temperature dropped again. The girl was brushing her hair
at the time, in front of her mirror. She saw the shadow behind the reflection as
it started to creep towards her. She screamed. Her parents came in asking what
happened. She told them but they didn't believe her. She tried to make them believe
her but it was of no use. They took her to a psychologist to get her help.
When she came home she believed it was all a figment of her imagination. She probably
would have kept believing that except that about a year later the temperature
dropped once again. The girl was by herself because her parents had gone to the
theatre and left her alone, since she was 13 years old. She was experimenting with
make-up at the time, in front of her mothers mirror. She stared in terror as the
THING crept out from behind the bed. She trembled but didn't call out, she knew
no one would come. And now, as done before, the THING came closer and closer,
closer and closer...
When the girls parents came home they had no one to come home to. The Police report
said another unsolved case... The house still stands to this day.
There was an old woman who had no family
still living. Her only friend was a little white dog who went everywhere with
her - with one exception. The dog loved the fireplace in winter, and after the
old woman went to bed he would sometimes go and lie in front of the warm coals.
Usually though, the dog slept at the very edge of the bed on a throw rug.
The woman wouldn't allow the dog on the bed with her, but if she became
frightened or had a nightmare, she would put her hand down to the little white
dog and he would lick it reassuringly.
One night the woman was reading her newspaper just before going to sleep. She
shivered and pulled the comforter up around her as she read that a mental
patient had wandered off from a nearby hospital. No one knew if the patient was
dangerous of not; he was a suspect in the murders of several women who had
The woman turned out the lights and tried to sleep, but she was frightened, and
tossed and turned fitfully. Finally, she reached down to where the little white
dog slept. Sure enough, a warm, wet tongue began to lick her hand. The woman
felt reassured and safe, and left her hand dangling off the bed as she turned
and settled in comfortably. She opened her eyes for a moment and looked through
the open door into the living room.
There in front of the fireplace, sat her little white dog, gazing at the coals
and wagging his tail.
Down beside the bed, something was still licking her hand.
One morning, John Sullivan found himself
walking along a street downtown. He could not explain what he was doing there,
or how he got there, or where he had been earlier. He didn't even know what
time it was.
He saw a woman walking toward him and stopped her. "I'm afraid I forgot my
watch," he said, and smiled. "Can you please tell me the time?" When she saw
him, she screamed and ran.
The he noticed that other people were afraid of him. When they saw him coming,
they flattened themselves against a building, or ran across the street to stay
out of his way.
"There must be something wrong with me," John thought. "I'd better go home."
He hailed a taxi, but the driver took one look at him and sped away. "This is
crazy!" he said to himself.
John did not understand what was going on, and it scared him. "Maybe someone at
home can come and pick me up." he thought. He found a telephone and called home,
expecting his wife to answer. Instead, a strange voice answered.
"Is Mrs. Sullivan there?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, she isn't," the voice said. "Her husband died a few days ago in a
horrible car crash, she's at his funeral."
A sixteen year old boy worked on his
grandfather's horse farm. One morning he drove a pickup truck into town on an
errand. While he was walking along main street, he saw Death. Death beckoned him.
The boy drove back to the farm as fast as he could and told his grandfather
what had happened. "Lend me the truck," he begged. "I'll go to the city. He won't
find me there."
His grandfather lent him the truck, and the boy sped away. After he left, his
grandfather went into town looking for Death. When he found him, he asked, "Why
did you frighten my grandson that way? He is only sixteen. He is too young to die."
"I am sorry about that," said Death. "I did not mean to beckon to him. But I
was surprised to see him here. I have an appointment with him this afternoon
in the city."
Richard was living in a not-so nice neighborhood with his parents. Their house
was badly in need of repair and none of the windows or doors ever locked properly.
Richard complained to his mom about not being able
to sleep because of the "scratching" noises in his room, his mom assumed
that it was rats, or that some cat had managed to get in the house again
and was in the room somewhere. After turning on the lights and not seeing
any sort of animal, she told Richard to go back to bed. So Richard went back
to bed and was awakened almost immediately again by the scratching.
Insistent, ceaseless. He still couldn't tell WHERE the sound was
coming from, but this time, he decided to ignore it. So he fell
Richard had no idea how long he'd been asleep when
he suddenly sat up in bed, crying out, his hands flying to his back.
He'd been bitten in the middle of his back while he slept, yet he'd
been LYING on his back. Richard decided that things were just too weird
and went to get his dad. His dad looked at his back. The spot that
hurt certainly didn't look like a bite. It looked more like a puncture
wound. So he flipped on the bedroom light and inspected Richard's bed.
There was a hole in the fitted sheet and some of the mattress stuffing
was showing through the hole. At a loss to explain how it happened,
Richard suggested that maybe a spring had come through, so Richard's dad
flipped the twin bed over to see if the box springs were the culprit.
What he found was a long knife stuck in the mattress, pointing upwards,
towards where a person might lie. He also found mud and dirt under the
bed, the exact length of a person. Checking immediately outside the
window he found fresh footprints in the mud leading to and then away
from the window. Someone had slipped into Richard's room
through the unlocked window and lain under his bed. The scratching
sound he heard was the person using the knife to dig through the box
springs and mattress to kill him!
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