Few very scary stories!

Story number 1:

During our trip, we talked about various terrible things that we had heard from our friends. When we moved far away from the house, the sun was covered with black clouds and it started to rain heavily. We went to the forest to hide under the tree limbs. After a short time, we were wet and cold. As the rain gradually stopped, we saw in front of us the great castle that our mothers had told us about. The history of the castle was related to the princess who was imprisoned at the very top of the tower. As we entered the castle, we heard some steps. Nevertheless, we decided to go to the top of the tower and see who lived in this castle. A large wooden door appeared in front of us, and it was locked. Soon we gave up on further searches and decided to return home. Suddenly the door opened by itself and the ghost of a beautiful princess stood in it. We didn't know whether to run where the pepper grows or to stay calm. After a while, we were outside because we were scared. While escaping, we did not notice the swamp next to the castle. One of my friends dropped by and we didn't know how to help her. After a short moment of reflection, we picked up the thick stick and took Justyna out. After leaving, she was cold and dirty with mud. It was getting dark and we wanted to get back to our homes soon, but we didn't know which way was right. We were hoping someone would find us. Consoling each other, we lay down next to each other and waited for help. We heard bats flying and roaring owls all the time. We thought no one would come for us and we would have to spend the night in this terrible, dark forest. At one point, Karolina heard voices and it turned out that they were our parents. They saw us from afar, and we ran as hard as we could to hug them and to feel safe in their arms. On the way back, our parents told us how they worried about us and what they had experienced. The next day, when I woke up in my warm bed, I thought for a long time about what had happened to us. I realized that you can't go too far from home because it could end badly for us. However, thanks to this adventure, I myself became convinced of the existence of a princess imprisoned at the top of the tower.

Story number 2:

On one day in August 2002, my friends and I decided to organize a night without parental control, a terrible night ... We gathered at my place to discuss everything. We agreed that on the night of August 21-22, in the chapel in the cemetery, we would arrange a ghost-evoking night. Since one of my friends has connections, she arranged for us to have a permit to "borrow" the chapel for one night. We decided who would bring what, as well as the time and place of the meeting - i.e. Wednesday, August 21 at 23.00, at the cemetery chapel.

The day has finally come. I couldn't wait. I was very curious and (yet) not scared. So, at the appointed time, all seven of us gathered in front of the chapel. We already had the keys. We thought that Iza would open the door to the chapel most effectively. Iza perfectly fulfilled the task. It was dark, the chapel was empty, the rain started to fall, shivers ran down my spine when Asia reminded us that there are corpses lying in the ground around us. A place had to be prepared to summon ghosts, and in the meantime, we scared each other. Kasia made us realize that behind the wall there is a cemetery morgue and there are bodies waiting to be buried. Ania scared us that maybe there is some terrible guy there who is in a state of clinical death, he will wake up soon, jump out of the morgue and he will be angry that we locked him there and he will kill us in various ways that I prefer not to write about ... We have prepared a place to summon ghosts. It was 23.50 on the watch. So we sat in a circle, we lit candles, and there were a lot of them, we put a book in the middle, a key ... It should be added that we sat in the place where the coffin with the deceased stands at the funeral. There was a storm outside and music played in the background, adding more uncertainty and fear. A few minutes before midnight, I put everyone in the mood, and at the stroke of twelve, I started summoning ghosts with the help of my friends. I was curious to see if we could make it, but I was scared too because I knew you couldn't laugh and leave the room while the ghost is there. Otherwise, the spirit will remain and haunt everyone present, even for several years. I asked who and whose spirit he wanted to summon. One of the girls said she would like to summon her grandfather. She said that he died a long time ago and would like to talk to him in this way. We all went about bringing this spirit. Suddenly we heard branches breaking, loud footsteps. A shiver ran down my spine, I thought: "Did you do it? Oh gosh! I'm scared! I want to get out of here! Not! I can not go out! I must stay! It can be fun! " I looked at my friends. All I saw in their eyes was fear and terror. I thought: "You know! Girls are always afraid of such things! Anyway, who wouldn't be afraid ...? " The book moved. It was a sign from the spirit that he was present and ready to answer questions. In order to test the spirit, we asked him a few "banal" questions, for example: is today Monday, is there two plus two, and so on. The spirit showed positive knowledge. Later, the girls asked him more specific questions. After some time, I said that the ghost was probably fed up with these questions and had to be asked to go away. Fortunately, the spirit did not take long to convince him, apparently, he had had enough of us. I asked if they wanted to summon someone else, they said another ghost. We wondered who could be summoned. There were many offers, but we agreed to recall the spirit of a handsome young Polish actor. We proceeded to summon the second spirit. The spirit came quickly. Specific questions arose immediately, more about his life on earth. As each asked him a few questions, we regretfully had to ask him to leave. We knew perfectly well that you can't keep ghosts for too long. As the ghost left, the rustling of the trees was heard very clearly. After a moment of silence, the question was asked: "Do you want more?" But we agreed unanimously that it would be enough for one night. We stayed in this circle for about two more hours and we exchanged impressions. Then we told each other some scary stories.

I will never forget that night. I will remember the night of August 21/22, 2002 for the rest of my life. I have never experienced such a terrible night full of stress and emotions. But despite this immense fear, it was worth surviving. In a dozen or so years, when we meet, we will definitely have something to remember.

Story number 3:

Famous robbers in the area have heard that there is quite a large figurine with gold elements in the nearby castle. They decided to check it in the evening. Just in case, they took the necessary tools with them to disconnect the gold of the elements.

The thieves, however, did not hear about the fact that the castle served as a monastery for some time, and that there was a cemetery next to the monastery. People near the castle said there were noises, howling, and clashing of chains at night.

The evening has come. The robbers entered the castle. They lit a fire in front of the entrance gate. Three went inside and two remained outside. One of the two who stayed by the fire heard rustling in the bushes behind him.

-Did you hear that? he asked his companion.

He said nothing because right after lighting the fire, he lay down on his jacket and fell asleep. The one who heard the rustle got up, entered the bushes, and let out a terrible scream. He awakened the sleeper. He looked at the place where his companion sat before he fell asleep. Then he heard some rustling in the bushes as well. He sat down and moved back a little. At the same moment, his companion jumped out of the bushes, all covered in blood and with the skin in his hand torn all over his face. After a while, he passed out and fell. The sleepy man, who was very fearful, felt a prickling in his heart. He hadn't felt anything like that before and he passed out.

The three thieves inside were doing much better. They have already found the figurine. Before they started disconnecting the golden elements from the rest, they decided to rest. They sat down and talked about how they would share the spoils and what they would buy for it. After the rest, they went to work. They agreed to take part in the loot today and the rest tomorrow night. They unhooked the gold parts, packed them into a sack, and walked down the hall towards the gate. When they left, the fire was flooded with some red substance. When they saw their friends with their bellies cut and all their entrails on top, they released the gold and ran screaming to their homes.

This adventure did not end well for them. One of them ended up in a madhouse, the other took the advice of a psychiatrist, and the third killed his family cruelly and committed suicide. 

Story number 4:

It's vacation. Monika went to the countryside to see her grandparents. One day, when she was standing in a line at the bakery to buy bread, she noticed her colleagues met here in the countryside and her friend Renata. They argued about who would go to the forest at night to the old cemetery. Monika herself did not know what made her come up to the boys and say: And I will go. She wanted to show something unusual. It was very dark that night, not even the stars shone in the sky. She was supposed to go alone and get something to prove she was there. She plunged almost blindly into the forest. Monika told her grandma that she was going to Renata. Once she heard Renata's grandmother talking about a groan here at midnight and a white ghost floating above the ground. She was already in the dune when a knotty root caught her foot, she screamed as she fell, at the same moment the veil of clouds was torn, and the moon illuminated the red pine trunks, the slanting crosses, and the sunken mounds of earth overgrown with sedge and low thyme. Then she heard a noise, she got scared. A herd of deer ran ahead of her in the moonlight. She did not know what to bring as proof that she had reached the designated place. She plucked a handful of thyme. She was proud to overcome her fear and to come alone in the dark night to the old cemetery. Suddenly it started to rain. She was running as fast as she could, holding thyme stalks in her fingers. The commission was waiting for her under the canopy of the tree. They asked what she had brought to prove that she got there. She showed them the thyme. They said she could have snapped her anywhere, and that didn't count. She did not enter into a quarrel, let them believe or not. They split up. Monika returned home soaking wet, her grandmother brewed her raspberries. She snuggled into the duvet and when she was sure that Pawełek had fallen asleep, she turned on the bedside lamp, quietly slipped out of bed, and took a notebook out of a drawer. The words formed a poem by themselves. What are you doing? - Pawelek asked sleepily. Monika replied as if she were doing something completely ordinary.

-I'm writing a poem. Sleep, it's late. Thus ended the story of unfaithful friends. Monika never saw them again.

Story number 5:

Once, a little boy went with his mother to visit Uncle Józef in the countryside. They drove to him by car. On the way out of nowhere, a small dog jumped out onto the road and immediately fell into the street as if petrified. Looking at the dog from the car, it looked strange, as if it had no face. When Tom's mother (that was the name of the little boy) went out to see what had happened to the dog, she realized that the dog was not there anymore, and in its place was a piece of paper with the words: When the light disappears, a shadow comes. Mum, curious about this card, took it with her.

Eventually, they reached Uncle Józef. When they entered his house, it turned out that no one was there. Mom told the boy to look around downstairs and she would go upstairs. Tom first went to the toilet with the thought that his uncle had just fallen asleep reading the newspaper. The toilet door was glass and misty. When the boy walked in, he realized that his uncle was gone. He turned towards the door with the thought that he would leave the toilet and go to the guest room, and then on the fogged door, he saw the inscription: The fate of one person depends on the fate of another. The boy, terrified by what he saw, started to call his mother because he wanted to leave as soon as possible. He searched almost the entire house but did not find his mother. The boy ran out into the field and wanted to see if she was there, but in the distance, he saw smoke, as if from a burning fire. Tom, hoping that there might be a man there, wanted to run to him to ask for help. However, when he got there, it turned out that it was not human. There was a scarecrow on a stake next to the fire, which seemed to want to move. Surprised, the boy started running across the field to get back to the car. On the way, he heard voices: He will catch you anyway, don't run away, it must be so. When he reached the place, it turned out that the car was gone, but the key was in its place. The boy took the key with a quick hand and began to run towards his uncle's neighbors' house. When the boy realized that they were also gone, he started running down the street, just ahead. He was very scared and sweat was pouring out of him. At one point, he saw a dog lying on the street and ran up to him. As he stood beside him, the dog suddenly stood up and ran into the ditch. The boy ran after him, but the dog was no longer there, but there was a small, wet scarecrow puppet with an embroidered inscription: On the occasion of Tom's 13th birthday. When the boy touched the place where the puppet was the wettest, he felt as if some strange power pierced his body from head to toe, and in his stomach, he felt a feeling of chill penetrating him. The boy took the doll and walked slowly, as if calmed down, towards the nearby river. When he reached her, he leaped into the water as if some other powers were directing him. Just as he thought he was going to drown, the unexpected happened. He found himself in his uncle's bed. He got up and knew it was a dream. He started calling his mother, but she didn't answer. He went down the stairs and saw a chair in front of the TV turned on, walked over to it and saw a scarecrow sitting on a chair. Without a moment's thought, he ran out of the house, stood in the middle of the street, and looked in all directions as if looking for anything that would give him a chance to escape. He decided to run to his uncle's house again. He stood in front of the door and banged on it with his hands all the time, but unfortunately, no one opened it. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out the key. It turned out that the key fits the door lock, he ran into the house and, as if guided by an inner instinct, climbed the stairs to the first floor. When he turned, at the very bottom of the stairs he saw a standing scarecrow who did not move, but Tom knew what he was here for. The boy ran into the children's room and saw the computer there. He turned it on and wrote down everything that happened. As he was finishing his note, he heard a knock on the room. He knew there was no rescue for him.

The boy wanted to tell you something: You don't know when your time will come, You don't know when that moment will be but be sure of one thing, it will come.