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The Night Intruder:

When I was about 10-11 years old I lived in a beautiful house with my parents, and little brother. This house was newly built, so their wasn’t any previous owners to know anything about paranormal activity or deaths on the property.

So, one summer night I left my window open due to me not having an air conditioner, and I heard this very loud husky voice speak to me very inaudibly. It was about two in the morning. Amused I looked out the window and saw no one there. I remember thinking i was just dreaming. The next day I woke up very late in the afternoon in the hospital, my parents said that they had found me unconcious outside on the lawn at 2:15 after hearing a loud bang. The bang the’d heard was me jumping off the shed. The funny thing is, is that there is no way to get on the roof of the shed without a ladder and we did not have one.

After hearing that I told them what I heard, and they don’t believe me. They said I was making it up to cover the fact I tried to kill myself, which I know is absolute bull. So I went home a week later and was put on meds. That night I awoke to not being able to breathe. My little brother, who was 8 at the time, came to my room because he had heard noises. He walked in and screamed intruder. My parents rushed in but the whatever he had seen was gone. My parents were so angry thinking I was staging something. Two nights later I heard a low inaudible voice, it was like in a movie when a bomb explodes next to the person and they are partly deaf. My parents got up and came to my room with my brother, all covering their ears. They heard it too. They walked in and were trying to talk to each other but no one could hear anything but that stupid inaudible voice. They sat down on my bed and my door slammed shut. The voice stopped, and everything was eerily quite. My dad opened the door and everything in the house had moved by two inches.

We moved out of the house three days later. I haven’t had anything happen since and I’m 21. Thats the scariest thing that ever happened to me. Ever. My family are still so freaked out we don’t talk about it after I asked if they remembered just last year and my mom burst into tears and my dad yelled at me. I will never go to that house ever again.😭😭😢

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Recognition

Old man Henry lived alone on a crumbling farmstead three miles outside of town, surrounded by rusted barbed wire and the eerie silence of fallow fields. His closest neighbors, a mile away, spoke of his strange hours, his avoidance of town gatherings, and the thick iron locks bolted onto every door of his weather-beaten farmhouse. But Henry always smiled, slow and patient, when he came to buy supplies. Polite, soft spoken, unassuming, the kind of man who people forgot after a brief conversation. No one ever questioned why he lived alone. No one dared to ask what he did when the moon was high and the winds howled through the corn stalks.

When darkness fell, something shifted in Henry. His bones groaned as they stretched, his skin split and reformed into a hide of pale, knotted muscle. His face contorted, jaw unhinged, eyes swelling into gleaming pits of yellow. The man became beast, towering and terrible, a creature driven by hunger and rage. It didn’t happen every night, only when the gnawing emptiness inside him grew too sharp, too unbearable. Livestock would go missing, stray dogs would vanish, and sometimes a hiker or drifter would be found days later, or not at all.

No one tied the disappearances to Henry. He was careful. He kept the monster on a leash of routine and restraint. But his appetite grew with age, and soon animals weren’t enough. He took to hunting on the outskirts of the forest, far from the town’s gaze. A scream here, a torn backpack there, just random, isolated horrors. The townsfolk whispered of wild animals and bad luck. Henry watched their concern grow from the safety of his porch, sipping coffee with blood beneath his fingernails.

Then came Clara, the granddaughter of Henry’s long dead sister. She moved to town after her parents' divorce, full of teenage sulk and curiosity. She visited Henry out of obligation at first, bringing casseroles and stories from school. Over time, a bond formed. She reminded Henry of what he used to be, soft spoken, gentle, human. But the beast inside didn’t understand sentiment. It wanted Clara too. Henry fought harder than ever when the hunger struck, chaining himself in the basement, chewing leather straps to keep from roaring. He could smell her when she came by. It made the monster shudder with want.

One night, the chains snapped. The transformation came fast and violent, and before Henry could stop himself, he was tearing through the woods, eyes locked on the warm light of his niece’s window. Clara saw it before it reached her, a hulking thing, breathing like a furnace, steaming in the cold night air. She screamed and ran, but it was faster. It pinned her down beneath a gnarled oak, claws at her throat. Then it stopped. They stared at each other, predator and prey, until she gasped, “Uncle Henry?”

The creature flinched. Something flickered in its eyes, recognition. It whimpered, lowered its claws. Clara’s voice trembled, “I know those eyes.” And the monster howled, an awful, fractured sound of pain and shame, before crashing back into the woods, vanishing into the dark. She was spared, but haunted. She never spoke of that night again, but she stopped visiting. Stopped smiling. And Henry, or what was left of him, watched from the shadows, starving and alone.

The townsfolk found Henry’s farm abandoned weeks later, the doors ripped off their hinges, claw marks deep in the walls. No sign of Henry. Just silence and the smell of iron in the air. But some nights, Clara dreams of those yellow eyes, and wakes with the taste of blood on her tongue and wonders if something of her uncle now lives inside her too. #scarystories #foryoupage

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So mote it be #somoteitbe

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