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![4:03 by Hunter(Picture Credit)It was 4:03 in the morning and I woke up screaming. It was my dream. In my dream, I watched everyone I ever knew or loved be killed by the creature. It had a short fat body, and long slender arms, which ended with claws that looked more like swords than claws. Its eyes were slits that glowed red in the darkness, and its teeth were long like horns, and sharp like steak knives. [[MORE]]It looked at me before it killed them, and laughed each time before it ripped apart my loved ones with its sharp claws. How had it found us? It tricked me into letting it into my home, by mimicking the voice of my father; it couldn’t come in without permission it told me after it ripped out my Mother’s heart. The dream ended with the creature laughing its evil cackle and slowly walking towards me, dragging its claws on the floor, I screamed, and sat up. I was in my room, in my bed, safe again. 4:03, I hear a knock at the door, I froze up instantly.“Tommy, I heard you screaming, are you alright?” I heard my mother say. What a relief, Mom’s here.“I’m fine Mom, just a bad dream” I replied, the relief washing over me“Okay honey, I got you a glass of water, do you want it? Mom said back to me“Sure, come in” I said. And as those words left my mouth, I remembered that it was September, and I had moved back into my college dorm 3 weeks ago.](https://sixpenceee.com/files/a62b02db5baa861c45474946bc738b77/tumblr_nkt7j3cevt1s1vn29o1_500.jpg)
4:03 by Hunter
(Picture Credit)
It was 4:03 in the morning and I woke up screaming. It was my dream. In my dream, I watched everyone I ever knew or loved be killed by the creature. It had a short fat body, and long slender arms, which ended with claws that looked more like swords than claws. Its eyes were slits that glowed red in the darkness, and its teeth were long like horns, and sharp like steak knives.
![End of the Hallwayby reddit user whoeverfightsmonsterTop stories of the week are:My Dad Started Acting WierdHellWhat We Sacrifice For Our ChildrenNow onto the story: I have a long, dark hallway in my house. Before I go to bed, I always turn off the bathroom light, then the hall light, and then I walk those last few steps to my bedroom in darkness. Some nights, I feel like something is creeping up behind me from down the hall.[[MORE]]It’s ridiculous, I know. I’m a grownup. So, with sensible maturity, I’ve always ignored the feeling. I never check over my shoulder. I just hold my breath, slip into the bedroom, and calmly shut the door.Tonight I sensed something in the hallway again. Except it didn’t creep. It ran. I heard the pounding footsteps, the air rushing past its body. I managed to get into my bedroom and close the door, just before that thing slammed into it from the other side.I’ve locked the door, and pushed my dresser in front of it. The window has security bars, so going out that way isn’t an option. I can’t call 911, because my phone’s still in the bathroom, charging. So far nobody’s heard me when I scream out the window.I’m too scared to sleep, too tired not to. I have to stay awake. I keep shouting “Go away!”, and every single time, that thing smashes into my bedroom door again.My voice is scratchy now from yelling.“Go away!”Crash.I don’t really want it to go away. I want it to keep bashing my door all night. Because, until I think of a better plan, it’s better than hearing it run away down the hall, toward my baby’s room.](https://sixpenceee.com/files/a5499de74bfeca6b55037c185d96698b/tumblr_nkirrv571i1s1vn29o1_400.jpg)
End of the Hallway
by reddit user whoeverfightsmonster
Top stories of the week are:
Now onto the story:
I have a long, dark hallway in my house. Before I go to bed, I always turn off the bathroom light, then the hall light, and then I walk those last few steps to my bedroom in darkness. Some nights, I feel like something is creeping up behind me from down the hall.
My Dad Started Acting Weird
by reddit user kingslayer111
Now that I think of it, my first indication things were wrong is that day when we heard dad shouting loudly upstairs. “Bad. Dog. Bad Fucking Dog. Stop looking at me you stupid mutt. Stop it.”
My sister Jill and I were glued to our phones, Ma was reading her finance books as usual. The three of us looked up in surprise. Upstairs, the yelling continued, increasingly harsh, as dad threatened to kick the dog.
![The Absence of Conflictby Star KindlerI love this story. I think it holds a powerful message:The teacher strode across the front of the room, looking out at her class. “And so with the invention of Concordance 5 true peace finally enveloped the world,” she said with a serene smile. “For one hundred years we have lived without conflict. The dream of world peace that so many strove for before is ours.”[[MORE]]A young man in the front row frowned and raised a hand. “Can you truly define peace as the absence of conflict?” he asked. “If people are not allowed to disagree they are not at peace. They live in constant fear.”She cocked her head, eyes narrowing. “And so you disagree with me then?”The young man nodded automatically. “Yes,” he said, and then his eyes widened. “I mean, no, I–” The veins in his throat seemed to bulge and twist as his hands grasped at his neck. He sputtered for a few moments and then fell on his desk.The teacher smiled gratefully at the class monitor as he removed the body from the chair. “Version 5 is ten times faster than version 4, leaving no time for argument, which is truly key,” she continued. There was a meaty thump outside the door but no on paid it any heed. The janitors would have everything cleaned up before the bell rang. And thus peace reigned over the classroom.](https://sixpenceee.com/files/0f61009e01cf98c97b9039ceed9d2423/tumblr_nk6pxxzm271s1vn29o1_500.jpg)
by Star Kindler
I love this story. I think it holds a powerful message:
The teacher strode across the front of the room, looking out at her class. “And so with the invention of Concordance 5 true peace finally enveloped the world,” she said with a serene smile. “For one hundred years we have lived without conflict. The dream of world peace that so many strove for before is ours.”
![Seaweedby September DerlethMy grandmother grew up in the slums of Prohibition-era Chicago. Her family lived in a small house near the harbor, and one of her earliest memories was of a particularly hot summer when, seeking respite from the heat, she and her sister discovered a seldom-used section of boardwalk near an abandoned warehouse. [[MORE]]Every night for several weeks, the two girls would make their way down to the docks and sit together on the edge of the pier as the sun went down. My grandmother vividly, and for a time fondly, recalled the feel of the seaweed between her toes as she and her sister dangled their feet into the murky water.It wasn’t until years later that she returned to the pier and found that the warehouse had been demolished. Curious, she made an inquiry with the Department of Planning and Development. Apparently, the warehouse had been owned for a time by the Mob, who was using it as a base of operations for a local prostitution racket. It had only been uncovered when an associate began ‘disposing’ of rival hookers by fitting them with concrete shoes and dumping them into the harbor. Investigating officers had recovered nearly two dozen bodies from the waters of a secluded pier nearby.How had the bodies been discovered? A passing fisherman spotted some of the victims’ hair floating near the surface of the water, like seaweed.](https://sixpenceee.com/files/5803f9955113440164473edf26403de6/tumblr_nk5dvewi7c1s1vn29o1_500.jpg)
Seaweed
by September Derleth
My grandmother grew up in the slums of Prohibition-era Chicago. Her family lived in a small house near the harbor, and one of her earliest memories was of a particularly hot summer when, seeking respite from the heat, she and her sister discovered a seldom-used section of boardwalk near an abandoned warehouse.
![Why I Don’t Eat Ice Cream Anymoreby reddit user bearsbeetsbellaThis story was posted in r/LetsNotMeet which is a subreddit where users write about real terrifying things that have happened to them. They are usually creeper stories. You can check my Top 10 LetsNotMeet stories here. Trigger Warning for Pedophilia [[MORE]]When I was little, I spent a lot of time at the park. My mom was a stay-at-home mom, so she’d take me and my friends there almost every day during the summer and if we were lucky, she’d buy us each something from the ice cream truck.It was one of those lucky days when this story takes place. I was 6 or 7, and my mom had taken me and three girls from the neighborhood to play at the park. It was sunny and warm and pretty much one of those absolutely idyllic days you see in the movies. Everyone was in a good mood, my mom included. When we heard the ice cream truck approaching she gave us all some money to buy treats, opting to hang back and chat with a friend - after all, we weren’t leaving her sight, so nothing bad could happen.The ice cream truck wasn’t the one we usually saw, but that wasn’t unheard of; there were quite a few that drove around town, and they’d all compete to hit the park crowd. This one looked kind of run down, but when you’re 7, it doesn’t matter: ice cream is ice cream. My friends and I raced to get in line and were delighted to be the first ones there. The ice cream man seemed just as excited to see us.“I have a special treat for you pretty girls today,” he told us as we handed him our money, silencing our requests for our usual favorites. We all were skeptical, but he kept insisting that his “special treat” would be much yummier than any ice cream we’d had before, so we all shrugged and agreed. Like I said: ice cream is ice cream. The man disappeared back into the truck for a few minutes, and we could hear him giggling - now I’d find it creepy, but at the time we all thought it was funny. A few minutes later, he handed us what looked like ordinary ice cream sundaes. “I promise they’re extra good, so don’t waste any!” he told us with a wink.As we started walking back to my mom, the ice cream truck left quickly. That was when I remember thinking something was off because the trucks would usually stay around much longer, getting as much business from all the kids as they could. That didn’t stop me from eating the ice cream, though, but as I was eating it I noticed that something tasted… off. Soon, my friends were all complaining that our ice cream tasted funny. My mom had also noticed how quickly the truck had left, so she insisted on tasting mine, just to be safe.I’ll never forget how quickly she marched us out of the park that day, or how horrified she looked. At the time, I didn’t understand why she was so upset, until years later she told me: the ice cream had tasted like semen. The ice cream truck guy had masturbated into our sundaes. (Horror story part two: realizing your mother recognizes the taste of semen.)The police questioned my friends and I about the man in the truck, but none of us were able to give a good description. I think they must have tested the DNA in the ice cream, but I don’t really remember much from the whole investigation because my mom shielded me from all of it. I do know, however, that they never caught the guy.](https://sixpenceee.com/files/3682e8ca05eb4164fa9357c023674c1b/tumblr_nk4y2jqda31s1vn29o1_500.jpg)
Why I Don’t Eat Ice Cream Anymore
by reddit user bearsbeetsbella
This story was posted in r/LetsNotMeet which is a subreddit where users write about real terrifying things that have happened to them. They are usually creeper stories. You can check my Top 10 LetsNotMeet stories here.
Trigger Warning for Pedophilia
![Janeby reddit user Awaythrow75757This story was posted in r/LetsNotMeet which is a subreddit where users write about real terrifying things that have happened to them. They are usually creeper stories. You can check my Top 10 LetsNotMeet stories here. [[MORE]]When I was about 11, I had a steady babysitter named Jane. My brother and sister were 17 and 18, so they were either too cool to babysit me or busy with school around this time. Jane was their age, but I don’t think her family had a lot of money so she would babysit me almost every weekend instead of doing normal teenager stuff.My family lived in a pretty well-to-do cul-de-sac in the back of a large neighborhood. It was one of those neighborhoods where the houses got nicer the further back you went. The houses at the front, by the main road, were not as nice but still not terrible or anything. This is where Jane lived.Since I was 11 and pre-pubescent, I was a huge pain in the ass. But not to Jane. I looked at her as a best friend. We did so many fun things together and I could truly tell that Jane loved me. One Saturday night, my mom was making plans for the next week. But for the first time, Jane couldn’t babysit. She had her first prom. She was very excited because the boy she had had a crush on for years asked her (I knew because she had been telling me about him since she started high school!) My mother and I were both very excited for her, and I saw my mom hand her way more money than usual. Jane’s eyes teared up and she gave us both a hug and left.Since this was the mid-90s, everyone got babysitters from word of mouth. My mom heard from another mother that a girl that used to babysit for her kids had just moved back to her parent’s house after grad school. She lived down the street from Jane. Her name was Becky, and my mom called her up to see if she could babysit me that Saturday. Becky excitedly said yes and proceeded to ask my mom somewhat strange, but not entirely alarming, questions like how tall I was, what I looked like, etc. There might have been other questions, but I was just hearing my mom’s side of the conversation. When she hung up the phone, my mom said to my dad “Wow, she sure is thorough!”I was a little nervous, as Jane had been the only one to babysit me for years. In the rare instances she couldn’t do it, my parents usually just canceled their plans. But this was a work party and my dad was being honored so that wasn’t an option.A couple days before Becky was to come, I begged my mom to call Jane. I wanted to see if i could come over the night of Prom and see her in her dress. My mom kept telling me she wouldn’t want me there, and that i could see pictures, but I insisted. So my mom called Jane and handed the phone to me.“Hey there May, how are you?” “I’m good! I wanted to see if I could come over on Saturday and see you in your Prom dress.” “Of course! I am getting my hair done but you can come after that, maybe around 5:30. Tell your mom to call first and make sure that i am home.” “It won’t be my mom, it’ll be Becky.”Dead Silence.“Wait, what?” “Since you couldn’t watch me, my mom found a girl named Becky to do it.”Long Pause.“Okay, Sweetie. That’s fine.”She hurriedly got me off the phone. I went to school the next day and came home to my mom hanging up the phone, shaking her head.“Poor Jane. Her date doesn’t want to take her anymore, they had a fight. She wanted to know if she could still watch you this Saturday. I feel bad canceling on Becky, but its completely up to you.”Of course, I chose Jane. And as usual, we had tons of fun. I didn’t bring up the Prom because I didn’t want to make her sad. But then she asked me if I wanted to play dress up. we did each other’s hair and put on my mom’s dresses and took pictures with my mother’s polaroid. It was the best night of an eleven-year-olds life.Jane went to community college and by the time she went to a four year school, I no longer needed a babysitter. We kept in touch a little after that, but before long we both got busy and we lost touch.This was where the story ended, until this past weekend. I ran into Jane at a bar. She was not sober. In fact, she was very drunk. She didn’t seem to be doing well. She was very thin and it looked like she had track marks on her arms. This made me extremely sad because she was one of the people I loved most in the world, at least at one time. I sat next to her at the bar and asked how she was doing. Her face lit up and she gave me a big hug.“I always knew you would do well for yourself. Look at you! You’re all grown up and beautiful.” “You look great too, Jane.” “No I don’t, but its ok.”We started talking and she was drinking even more. I got the feeling that she was in black out territory. She was with a group of people that seemed to be her friends, so I wasn’t entirely worried for her, but I still didn’t want to leave her for some reason; she seemed really happy to see me. We started reminiscing, and once it was my turn to bring up a story again, I said:“Remember when that dirtbag stood you up for Prom, so we staged our own Prom with pictures and everything? That was great!”She looked at my through foggy eyes and smiled a small smile.“He didn’t stand me up. The replacement babysitter was a sick fuck. When I was little, she beat me, sexually abused me, threatened me, and locked me in closets. Then she would invite her boyfriend over to do the same things to me. She told me if I ever told anyone, she would kill my family and I would have to live in an orphanage. She took pictures of me too. I had repressed it until you said her name that day. Now it’s all back. All of it. I should have told someone, but its too late now. I just didn’t want people to know what had happened to me. I thought they would look at me differently. I regret so much. Who knows what else she did. ”She set down her drink and gave me a hug and a “Good to see you,” like she hadn’t just dropped a major bomb on me. She stumbled out with her boyfriend.Everything came flooding back to me. The phone conversation with Becky with all the details. Jane’s silence when I said Becky’s name. How Jane stayed with me every single weekend until I was old enough to not need a babysitter.Some people might say Jane should’ve told someone, but she was just a kid. But she was an extraordinary kid. She gave up her Prom to save me. She gave up every single weekend after that so that nothing would ever happen to me. She was my guardian angel. Unfortunately, Jane didn’t have her own Jane, and it makes me feel horrible.So Becky, Let’s Not Meet. If we do, I might just rip your throat out for changing the life of the most extraordinary person I have ever known.](https://sixpenceee.com/files/f8957bd410026137a3dea0c2486ebb2b/tumblr_nk38xjdgi81s1vn29o1_500.jpg)
Jane
by reddit user Awaythrow75757
This story was posted in r/LetsNotMeet which is a subreddit where users write about real terrifying things that have happened to them. They are usually creeper stories. You can check my Top 10 LetsNotMeet stories here.
![Hell by reddit user MeanPeteThere was no pearly gate.The only reason I knew I was in a cave was because I had just passed the entrance. The rock wall rose behind me with no ceiling in sight.I knew this was it, this was what religion talked about, what man feared, I had just entered the gate to hell.[[MORE]]I felt the presence of the cave as if it was a living, breathing creature. The stench of rotten flesh overwhelmed me.Then there was the voice, it came from inside and all around.“Welcome”“Who are you?”, I asked, trying to keep my composure.“You know”, the thing answered.I did know.“You are the devil”, I stuttered, quickly losing my composure. “Why me? I’ve lived as good as I could”.The silence took over the space as my words died out. It seemed like an hour went by before the response came.“What did you expect?”The voice was penetrating but patient.“I don’t know .. I never believed any of this”, I uttered “Is that why I am here?”Silence.I continued: “They say the greatest trick you ever pulled was convincing the world you don’t exist”“No, the greatest trick I ever pulled was convincing the world that there is an alternative”“There is no God?” I shivered.The cave trembled with the words: “I am God”](https://sixpenceee.com/files/87970b84d3c5200725c30c9b0ddf5304/tumblr_nk1nllap911s1vn29o1_500.png)
Hell by reddit user MeanPete
There was no pearly gate.
The only reason I knew I was in a cave was because I had just passed the entrance. The rock wall rose behind me with no ceiling in sight.
I knew this was it, this was what religion talked about, what man feared, I had just entered the gate to hell.