Read These Stories Before Halloween
we dare you!
Welcome to Wicked Wednesday! We’re halfway to Halloween, and it’s time to get a little creepy! Today, embrace the fear by reading these scary stories.
And, your task for the day?
📌 Treat yourself to something sweet (bonus points if it’s candy corn or a caramel apple!)
A little treat goes a long way in keeping the Halloween spirit alive!
Now, let’s start with the day…
Some Bone-Chilling ‘True’ Stories For Halloween
Collected from Reddit, X, and other sources. Enjoy!👻 "The Haunting I Forgot…Until It Happened Again"
When I was about thirteen, my parents invited our old neighbors from the block of flats we’d lived in until I was five. After I was sent to bed, I could still hear the grown-ups chatting away, until one of the neighbors casually mentioned, “Hey, Digsy’s mum, remember when he used to complain about someone being in his room? Well, there’s a new family above us with a three-year-old, and he’s saying the exact same thing.”
That was the first I’d ever heard of it, and it gave me chills. The next day, I asked my mum about it, and she looked at me and said, “You don’t remember?” Then she told me all the bizarre stuff that used to happen in that flat—like footsteps up and down the hall and random things going missing.
The last straw, she said, was one afternoon when she was playing a record, and it started slowing down as if someone was pressing on the turntable. She snapped, shouting, “WILL YOU LEAVE US ALONE!” Right then, the record picked up, playing as if nothing had happened. And after that, the strange happenings stopped for good.
👻 The Night When Even My Dad Got Scared
When I was little, weekends were my time to stay up late. My parents let me watch TV until I fell asleep on the couch, which I loved. One night, as I was drifting off, I heard a sound from the front porch - a creaking noise, like our old porch swing moving back and forth. My heart skipped a beat. Nervous but curious, I crept to the bay window and peeked outside.
There, on the swing, sat an older woman, probably in her 50s, wearing nothing but a nightgown. She was covered in blood and holding a large kitchen knife. I froze, staring, then turned and bolted to my parents’ room, too shocked to say anything coherent. My dad saw how freaked out I was, but when I finally told him what I’d seen, he dismissed it, saying I’d just had a nightmare.
But I couldn’t let it go. I begged him to believe me, and finally, probably out of sheer frustration, he grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the front door to prove that no one was there. I resisted, panicking, but he insisted. He opened the door, saying, “See? There’s nothing -”
Then he froze, too. She was still there. She turned her head, looking right at us, and slowly stood up with the knife in her hand. I’ve never seen my dad look that scared. He slammed the door, yelled for my mom to call the police, and then grabbed his shotgun. He cracked the door open just enough to stick the barrel out and asked her what she was doing. All she said was, “Somebody killed my husband, but it wasn’t me.” My dad told her the police were coming, and she backed off, gripping the knife tighter as she walked away. They found her later that night, trying to break into a neighbor’s house.
👻 The Creepy Neighbor
Growing up, holidays meant visiting my grandparents, who lived next to a truly unsettling neighbor. This woman was over six feet tall, wore logging chains, work boots, and the only times we saw her were either in her garden or scrubbing her house. She’d shout at us kids, warning that the Devil would come for us, and we were told to steer clear. We’d run past her house every time, always feeling her eyes watching from the window.
One Halloween, a cousin dared us to trick-or-treat at her place. Terrified but unwilling to be a chicken, we went as a group, rang the bell, and heard loud banging from inside. When she answered, she held what looked like a severed head, and we all ran, screaming. The adults dismissed it as a Halloween prop, saying we got what we deserved.
But it turned out, this woman was more than just creepy. A month later, she attacked my aunt while she was carrying groceries and holding my baby cousin. She came up behind my aunt with a rope saw, trying to strangle her, and my aunt, in total survival mode, kicked at the door until my uncle came rushing out and beat the woman back with a fire poker.
The police investigation afterward revealed an even darker side to her. Apparently, she’d been digging tunnels under her home, which stretched right beneath my aunt’s house, my grandparents’ place, and even the neighbor’s house. She’d been hiding the dirt in her garden beds and had created a shrine of some kind underground - complete with a few severed heads around it.
My aunt, thankfully, survived, but she still bears a scar across her neck as a haunting reminder.
So, that’s it for today. If you’ve any such creepy stories, share them with us, and we’ll feature them in our next edition!
See you tomorrow 👋
