Scary Stories Compilation: Volume I

 

Welcome, dear readers, to a spine-tingling, bone-chilling, and delightfully eerie compilation of short scary stories, just in time for the spookiest season of the year! As the leaves fall, and the moon takes on an eerie glow, we invite you to cozy up with a cup of your favorite potion (coffee, tea, or perhaps something a bit more mystical), and prepare yourself for a journey into the realm of the supernatural, the bizarre, and the downright hair-raising.

Our collection of tales is like a haunted house, each story a room with its own unique horrors and surprises. From restless spirits to wicked witches, from ghastly apparitions to mysterious, dark rituals, you'll find a little something to send shivers down your spine, or perhaps even a wicked cackle or two. These stories are crafted to transport you into the realm of the unknown, where every shadow holds a secret and every creak of the floorboards beckons your curiosity.

So, whether you're a brave soul who relishes the thrill of fear or a cautious reader peeking through your fingers, we promise a hauntingly good time. Keep your flashlight handy, stay close to your circle of salt, and don't let the darkness get the best of you. This Halloween and Samhain, remember, it's all in good fun... or is it?

Dive in, if you dare, and may your nights be filled with the delicious shivers of the season. Happy haunting, and enjoy these chilling tales!

Voice From The Unknown

Submitted by: Panda

 "I was sitting in my bedroom when I heard my mom call me. I left my room and began walking towards the stairs, since it sounded like it cam from downstairs. Just before I reached the stairs, my mom grabbed me and pulled me into her room and said, 'I heard that too'."

The Haunting of Lincoln Terrace Park: A Brooklyn Tale

Submitted by: Anonymous

"In the heart of Brooklyn, nestled between the hustle of city life and the whispers of old stories, there existed two worlds. One was mine, a world of concrete jungles and roaring subways; the other belonged to my mother’s tales, filled with mystic creatures and warnings whispered in the wind. Our walks from our cramped apartment to my grandmother's house, about three miles away, were a blend of these worlds.

We couldn't afford the bus, so we walked. Each journey was an expedition, a trek through the changing faces of Brooklyn. I remember the summer air thick with the scent of hot dogs and pretzels, and winter days when our breath turned to mist, mingling with the smoke rising from street vendors' carts.

Halfway to Grandma's, Lincoln Terrace Park sprawled out like a green haven amidst the concrete. By day, it was a playground of laughter and screaming kids. But as the sky turned orange, then purple, then black, it transformed. The trees, benign under the sun, turned into dark silhouettes, whispering secrets of the night.

My mother, a woman of stern looks and soft eyes, used this transformation as a backdrop for her stories. "The demon of Lincoln Terrace," she'd begin in a hushed tone, "flies around after dark, hunting for naughty children." She spoke of its shadowy wings and how it lurked in the treetops, eyes glowing like coals. I, wide-eyed and impressionable, clung to her every word.

One evening, as fate would have it, we found ourselves delayed at my grandmother's. Time slipped away as Grandma and Mom lost themselves in cups of tea and old photo albums. I played with worn-out toys until the call of night was impossible to ignore. We set off home under a starless sky, the city's artificial glow our only guide.

Approaching Lincoln Terrace, my heart raced. Each rustle in the bushes, each creak of the trees in the wind sent chills down my spine. I gripped my mother's hand, eyes darting frantically. In my mind, every shadow hid the demon, waiting to swoop down and carry me away.

But as we walked through the park, something remarkable happened. My mother's pace didn't change; her grip on my hand was steady and calm. Her courage in the face of my imagined terror lent me strength. I began to see the park not as a lair of demons, but as a passage, a test of bravery.

We emerged from the park unscathed, the demon of Lincoln Terrace a mere specter in the night. My mother, perhaps sensing my newfound courage, squeezed my hand and smiled. "Monsters fear brave hearts," she murmured.

Years later, I realize that the demon was never real. It was a tale spun by a mother to keep her child safe and close in a world where real dangers lurked. The walks to Grandma's house, the demon story, each step on those Brooklyn streets was a lesson in courage, imagination, and the power of stories.

The demon of Lincoln Terrace now rests quietly in my past, a relic of a childhood where reality and fantasy danced together in the twilight streets of Brooklyn. But the bravery it unknowingly instilled in me? That remains, a steadfast guardian, as real as the heart that beats in my chest."

Somebody's Watching Me

Submitted by: Tia

"We moved around a lot when I was kid. However, it was this one house in particular that's always haunted me. We were living in Severn, Maryland at the time. Every time I went to take a shower, it felt as though someone or even something was in there with me. I always felt a presence of something physically standing behind the curtain, but whenever I'd look, there would be nothing there. This would happen often. Eventually we moved."

And there you have it, dear readers, the eerie tales from the shadows of the supernatural, brought to life in our haunting collection. As we bid farewell to our chilling companions, remember that the stories within these pages are but a glimpse into the world of the bizarre and the mysterious. The night may be over, but the thrill of the unknown never truly ends.

We hope you've enjoyed this journey through the realms of darkness, and that the goosebumps on your skin and the lingering sense of unease will keep you coming back for more. After all, the mysterious and the spooky are never too far away, especially when the moon is high, and the winds carry whispers from the beyond.

So, until next Halloween or the next time you dare to venture into the unknown, may your nights be filled with the enchantment of the supernatural, and your days be touched by the magic of the extraordinary. Happy hauntings, and remember, the darkness holds more secrets than you could ever imagine. Stay spooky!