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A collection of unrelated stories in a few phrases.

At night I looked out the window. There were no clouds in the sky. And stars.

I burned all the dolls, although my daughter cried and begged not to do this. She did not understand my horror and did not want to believe that it was not me who put dolls in her bed every night.

A man is standing in the yard and looking out my window. For a long time. Without moving. I do not mind. Let the parents stop saying they can't see him.

When we bought the house, I assumed that the scratches on the inside of the basement door were left by a large and not very well-behaved dog. The day before yesterday, the neighbors said that the previous owners did not have a dog. This morning I found that there were more scratches.

Honey, don't be afraid of a dead grandmother. See for yourself - it's nowhere to be found. Search under the bed, in the closet, in the closet. Well? Convinced? Stop!!! Just don't raise your head to the ceiling! Grandma hates when people stare at her!

My name is John. I am six years old. I really love Halloween. This is the only day, or rather the night of the year, when my parents take me out of the basement, remove the handcuffs and allow me to go outside without a mask. I keep the sweets for myself, I give the meat to them.

“In no case do not go to a distant pantry,” said my mother. Of course, I immediately stole the key from her. She discovered it was missing, started screaming, stamping her feet, but when I told her that I hadn't made it to the pantry yet, she calmed down and even gave me a couple of dollars for chips. If not for two dollars, I would have asked her about the dead boy from the pantry, who looked so much like me, and would have finally found out why she cut out his eyes and sawed off his hands.

I put the baby to bed, and he says to me: "Daddy, check the monsters under the bed." I look under the bed to calm him down, and I see my child there, who looks at me with horror and a trembling voice says: “Dad, there is someone else in my bed.”

I woke up because I heard a knock on the glass. At first I thought that someone was knocking on my window, but then I heard another knock... from the mirror.

A smiling face stared at me from the darkness outside my bedroom window. I live on the 14th floor.

In the morning, I found a photograph of myself sleeping on my phone. I live alone.

"I can't sleep," she whispered as she crawled into bed with me. I woke up in a cold sweat clutching at the dress in which she was buried.

Doctors told the patient that after the amputation, phantom pains are possible. But no one warned about how the cold fingers of an amputated hand would stroke the other.

I can't move, breathe, speak or hear - it's dark all the time. If I had known, it would have been better to have asked to be cremated.

She couldn't figure out why she was casting two shadows. After all, there was only one lamp in the room.

Worked late today. I see a face that looks directly into the surveillance camera under the ceiling.

The dummies were left wrapped in bubble wrap. I hear from another room how someone began to burst them.

Are you awake. But she doesn't.

She asked me why I sighed so heavily. But I didn't sigh.

You came home after a long day at work and already dream of relaxing alone. You are looking for a switch with your hand, but you feel someone's hand.

I had a beautiful dream until I woke up to the sound of someone tapping a hammer. After that, I only heard clods of earth falling on the lid of the coffin, drowning out my screams.

When my aunt got married, her mother was no longer alive. The wedding took place in a private house, the toilet was in the garden. When it got dark, the groom decided to quietly run away there. He opens the door and there is a woman sitting there. He got embarrassed and quickly closed the door.

He stood for a moment, thought, remembered that it seemed that all the guests were in the house or nearby, there should not be anyone in the garden. Opened the door again, but no one was there. He's screaming and running. Have calmed down. When he told what he saw, the relatives realized that he was describing the mother of the bride in exactly the clothes in which she was buried. They decided that she came to see her son-in-law.

It was at night, the cat, as usual, slept at the feet. I fell asleep too. And suddenly I woke up with some very unpleasant feeling - not that fear, not that cold. I open my eyes, I want to get up already, since I can’t sleep, and then I catch the eyes of a cat - warning me and with ears pressed somewhere to the side nearby. I shift my gaze in that direction and see how a huge, foggy-gray, but very dense creature is sneaking across the room. With something like a face with closed eyes. He moves towards the window, arms outstretched in front of him, like a man in the dark groping.

I couldn't even scream out of fear. And suddenly this creature felt the gaze, slowly turned around and clearly began to sniff. Then the cat silently released its claws at my leg with all the dope, and I turned my gaze to him. The creature immediately lost interest, reached the window and disappeared.
The cat fell asleep soon, and I kept trembling in bed until the morning, I was afraid to even get up to turn on the light.

This case was also at night, more precisely, already at 5 am. I woke up from a short knock on the door. The first thought was, what if something happened to relatives, who else would have come at that time? I rushed to the door awake, I ask: who is there? Silence. She didn't see anyone through the eyes. She looked at the clock and went to bed. And just went to bed, immediately the second call.

Then I foolishly opened the door without question. Behind the door stood something tall, like a gray rectangular silhouette of a man without a neck, without arms, with darker outlines of eyes and mouth. And in place of the chest there was an opening in which it was raining. At this point, I thought clearly, even without fear - everyone, like that, they go crazy, they arrived. And yet she asked: who are you? Somehow I almost heard the answer: Shadow. I to you. Can you login? I answered no. She slammed the door and went to bed. And that's it. There were no more calls.

I did go to the doctor later. I was glad that the roof was in place, but I still don’t know what it was.

My one friend and her friends, having drunk, decided to call the “spirit of Pushkin”, although the adult aunts are already, everyone is at least 40, but such a childhood has found them.

Have fun, have fun. Nothing succeeded. But it started at night. It was at a friend's dacha, everyone spent the night there. Windows and doors began to open on their own, batteries rattled, as if they were being driven back and forth with a stick. The peak was when a certain "force" pulled the blanket off one of the ladies. Another received a blow on the cheek, even had an abrasion. It ended with the fact that I had to write out the priest to clean the house. Oh, he cursed! Said they "let in a restless spirit." But cleared, everything stopped. But the friend and her friends all quarreled with each other. And in an empty place.

Oh, it’s better not to tell, they won’t believe it anyway ... When my father died, my grandmother and mother decided to lie down in one room, in the other there was a coffin. Grandmother quickly fell asleep, and my mother and I were still lying and thinking, thinking, thinking ... And suddenly we clearly heard our father's native snoring. From the very room where his body lay. My mother and I were numb, she squeezed my hand "did you hear?" - "yeah" - "oh, mommy ...".

The snoring lasted 10-15 seconds, but that was enough for us not to leave the bedroom for the rest of the night. We left only when friends and relatives began to come early in the morning. Until now, no one believes. But we couldn't hear the same thing, could we? And also, when they brought my father to the monastery for the funeral, his face changed, became more peaceful, it seemed that he was smiling. And this was already noticed by everyone who saw them off from home and attended the funeral service.

I was 15, my second cousin was 16. The house that his father was building was at the wall stage. The basement floor was already ready, the floor boards were “rough” - with considerable gaps between them. The passage to the basement floor was closed by an old street door - very heavy. We climbed there with the neighbor girls and with a battery-operated tape recorder. Didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't eat pills. Summer, seven o'clock in the evening. At some point, the music ended and we heard someone approaching the gate from the street side, then the hook rattled and we heard footsteps - a heavy man's gait.

We hid. Then this someone entered the house and went through the rooms. We heard steps - but through the cracks in the floor it was clear that there was no one in the house! Then the steps went to the exit, we rushed to the vents in the foundation to see who it was - and we did not see anyone. The steps died down - we got out of the basement: the gate was closed. The house was completed. The brother's wife says that the cat periodically arches and hisses at someone, and the dog freezes and looks attentively at one point.

Once - I was six years old - I woke up as if from a jolt. A dim light fell on the blanket from the side of the table behind the headboard at my feet. Something huge froze in anticipation - it was there, behind the headboard - the light fell from it! But I didn't even have time to think about it, or turn my head to look...

A chilling sound broke the silence of the room. I turned sharply to the table, and my desperate cry merged with the roar of the monstrous creature hanging over the table. The creature's legs were not visible, but the palms with spread fingers were turned towards me - one arm was at the shoulder, the other was stretched forward, attacking me ... The creature's hair was reared, framing the head with a halo, huge eyes burned with anger. Before me is a strange and dangerous creature. I screamed and the vision disappeared. The room was plunged into darkness. A frightened father ran up, but due to a strong stutter, I could not utter anything ...

After grandfather's funeral, but before 40 days from the date of his death, we went to the village where he lived for the last 10 years. They went to bed, I started to fall asleep, but I heard some sounds in the hallway, as if someone was walking. I thought: “Probably, this is my grandfather. But he won’t do anything bad to us, he loved us very much.” And she fell asleep peacefully.

I told my mother later, it turns out that she also heard the clatter and also fell asleep peacefully. But grandfather's son-in-law (my mother's sister's husband, my uncle) did not go to bed longer than us. He heard the slamming of the door to the neighboring house, something rumbled in the passage. And then the door to the hut where we slept opened, and grandfather came in. Uncle threw himself into bed under the covers, heard nothing more.

I was then 12 years old, maybe less, I was left at home alone. Parents went to friends or on business. We live in a private house in a small village, surrounded by a forest.

So I decided to call my mother, find out when my parents will be at home. I call and hear voices. I thought that there was a failure on the line, called back again, again voices, listened. And there, two people discussed how they like to eat human meat, shared recipes, discussed how best to prepare canned food. Now I understand that it was rather a very stupid joke, but then it was very scary. It seemed to me that they knew what I heard, and they would definitely find me by phone number.

I didn’t call my parents, I thought I would run into those cannibals again. One, the house is big, breaking a window is a trifling matter.

The younger of my two cousins ​​was about to get married. I came to invite my mother to the wedding. She asked when the wedding was. The answer strained her: it is the day of her mother's death, my grandmother, and, accordingly, my cousin's grandmother. To the remark, the brother replied that it was okay, “this wedding will be a gift for my grandmother.”

A week before the wedding, the bride's parents came to the groom's house to meet future relatives and discuss the details of the upcoming celebration. We sat and talked. The owners wanted to show the house to the guests. We walked and wandered, went into the bedroom of the parents. The mother of the bride looked at the photographs on the wall, and almost lost consciousness, the men supported her when she almost fell to the floor.

It turned out that the day before she woke up in the middle of the night (or thought she woke up), and next to her, bending over her, stood a woman in a white robe. The woman said: “It’s not good, it must be honored.” And she left. The future mother-in-law recognized that woman in the photo on the wall. It was my grandmother.

By the way, they lived after the wedding for only two months, then fled. The story is not made up.

E. I. CHARUSHIN. "Scary Story"

Goals: 1. Tutorial: arouse interest in Charushin's books and drawings.

2. Developing: develop imagination, attention, thinking.

3. Nurturing: cultivate a right relationship with nature.

Equipment: Portrait of E. I. Charushin, exhibition of his books and paintings, musical material, proverbs.

During the classes

I. Organizing time

Teacher. Today we will continue reading works on the topic “About our smaller brothers” under the motto “Look! Sit down! Bend over! And look under your feet! Surprise the living alive: they are akin to you ... "

Children read the motto in chorus.

Look at the book exhibition. Which author do you think we will be reading? What are his books about?

Teacher. Many years ago, a little boy Zhenya lived in the ancient city of Vyatka. He was very fond of animals.

In the house of the Charushins there were cats, dogs, rabbits, kids, a guinea fowl with a broken wing, which Zhenya treated with his mother, and twenty more songbirds. The boy loved to take care of wounded ducks and grouse, was friends with the three-legged dog Bobka.

He did not spend a single day without his four-legged and feathered friends. He understood their habits, character, mood, distinguished their voices. He learned to pronounce the sound "r", to imitate the cawing of a crow.

All childhood impressions later helped Evgeny Ivanovich Charushin in his work.

Today we will get acquainted with one of his stories. Open your textbooks and read the title.

Children read "Scary story"

Teacher. Tell me, when and why is it scary?

Children. When it's dark and when alone at home.

Teacher. Depict fear and fear with facial expressions and gestures.

II. Work with text

Primary reading: the 1st part is read by trained students in roles; 2nd part - teacher; 3rd part - trained students.

Children. Petya and Shura were scared, they were alone.

They heard some sounds in the room, but there was no one in the room, anyone here would be scared.

Teacher. What unfamiliar and incomprehensible words met in the text?

Children. The words "canopy", "closet".

Teacher. Seni - a room in a village house between the porch and living rooms.

A closet is a pantry where food and various things are stored.

Read the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd paragraphs in buzz reading.

Fizminutka.

Geese.

Gray geese flew

They sat quietly on the lawn.

They walked, pecked,

Then they quickly flew away.

What do you know about the boys?

Children. They said how brave they were and were not afraid of anything.

Teacher. What is a conversation between two people called? Read the dialogue by role.

Children read the dialogue.

How did the boys behave when they became afraid?

Children. They rushed to each other and covered themselves with a blanket.

Children. The tone is mysterious, intriguing, excited.

The pace is unhurried.

Volume is quiet.

Reading "echo": the teacher reads a sentence or phrase, the students read the same sentence, imitating the teacher.

Independent work. Work in pairs.

Think about the questions.

What scared the kids the most?

How did they feel under the covers?

Can they be called cowards?

Who scared the boys?

Teacher. Read this sentence with joy, sadness, fear, anger, surprise.

Look - yes it's a hedgehog!

Teacher. We read the third part of the "chain". Prepare questions for this part.

After reading, one student goes to the blackboard, and the rest ask him questions about the text.

Teacher. Answer the following questions.

1. Do you think the boys will take the hedgehog with them to the city when they leave the dacha?

2. Why do you think Charushin gave such a title to his story?

Conclusion. Birds and wild animals feel uncomfortable in the apartment, they need a forest. Only hungry or injured animals can be taken to help them, but then they must be released.

Charushin makes fun of the boys who boasted that they were brave, but in fact they were afraid of the hedgehog.

Fizminutka.

Bunny game.

The children went out to the meadow,

We looked under the bush

They saw a bunny, beckoned with a finger:

"Bunny, bunny, dance,

Your paws are good!"

Our hare began to dance,

To entertain small children.

Teacher. Which proverb fits the story?

The dog barks at the brave, but bites the cowardly

There is no need to be afraid, you need to spread your mind.

With a cowardly and talkative you will get into trouble.

Don't be a sheep, and the wolf won't eat.

Burnt child dreads the fire.

Fear has big eyes.

The teacher opens an exhibition of paintings.

Usually, Evgeny Ivanovich placed his animals in children's books, which he wrote himself. And do you know why? The writer spoke about it like this: “Look at the pictures? Have you read this book? Did you find out how animals and birds teach their children to get food, to save themselves? And you are a man, the master of all nature, you need to know everything.

Children are looking at the books of E. I. Charushin.

And now I offer you riddles, but unusual, but musical. Listen to the excerpt and say who or what did you imagine?

The 1st fragment sounds - "Bear".

In what book did you read about a bear?

Children. Bianchi. "Musician".

The 2nd fragment sounds - "Hedgehog".

Teacher. In what work did you meet with a hedgehog?

Children. Charushin. "Scary story."

Teacher. What unites these stories? What do they make you think about?

III. Homework.

Make a baby book about your favorite animal with your own drawings.

Mysticism and the other world attract many people who are interested in esotericism and extrasensory perception. They try to give explanations for mystical events and use various methods and tools for this, consisting not only of the knowledge gained in schools and other educational institutions, but also of their own mystical abilities.

Most of us love to read scary stories or tell them to someone before bed. Scary stories can scare the girls in the pioneer camp and they are very exciting to tell someone before going to bed. But they are all called mystical stories, and horror stories got this name because all the events set forth in them have no logical explanation.

On the pages of this section you can find the most unusual scary stories that will not only frighten a person, but also take your breath away for a few seconds. Most of the presented horror stories are real stories that happened in the lives of ordinary people. Check them out, because perhaps something similar happened to you?

Lots of free time before bed, tickle your nerves by reading our horror stories for the night. For fans of Horror (horror) we have collected Mystic stories, scary stories, horror stories with ghosts, ghosts and UFOs. Incredible, mysterious cases from life.

From life	Fantastic	Maniacs	Camp
Poetry	ghosts	Children's horror stories	Vampires
dreams	Mystic	Reader Stories	Scary stories 18+

- Oh, it's coming.
- He does not go, but he writes.
Again for my soul. An unpleasant chill ran down his back.
- Beauty-ah. Listen, you nerd!
There were three of them. Three young rich bums who followed me for the second day. Yesterday they waved their hands at me and invited me into the car. They talked dirty. They offered to have a good time. Like, they enjoy it, and I will earn. Today, one of them stood in the middle of the road and blocked my path.
“Back off,” I said rather abruptly, but he grabbed my arm.

This incident happened in the late eighties. I knew all the participants in the events described personally. And the details were later told to me by the main character.
Knowing that I was going to put her story on paper, she asked me to change her name. Which is what I do. Let's call the girl Galya.

It's raining outside again. I hate this fall. It got dark early, and the sound of falling drops on the windowsill only intensifies the lonely cold feeling. This only happens in autumn. I am alone in the apartment. The TV is muted.
Above the armchair, in the corner of the room, there is a sconce. It is just enough to read a book, nothing more. Eyes droop. It's too early to sleep - stupid autumn. Damn ... Suddenly, I hear some rustle. I look up from my book and stare at the heavy curtain. Was the sound from there? Strange…

The next time you want a better life, think twice. Are you strong enough to sit on your newfound throne of incredible happiness? Will those bridges that you so recklessly burned behind your back be required? I did not ask such difficult questions and here I am now - a janitor at the station in a beautiful city of dreams.

When my father, between regular walkers to the zone, nevertheless drank himself to alcoholic delirium and left the window, a terrible realization came that I was destined to perish in the mud drifts of Magnitogorsk, like entire generations of the same, who were born with hope for the best. In the end, not only did I not do anything to move away from the already predetermined scenario - everything went along a deep knurled rut, where even moving a millimeter to the side costs incredible effort.

This story happened to me when I moved to live with my first girlfriend (I was almost 17 at the time).
The fact is that I moved to live with my chan (as I called my girlfriend). She lives in Khrushchev on the fifth floor, count the top one.

The apartment is two-room, besides her and me, her grandmother and her mother also lived, who, in general, is rarely at home, since she is mostly at work (she is a doctor). So, in the figure, I roughly depicted the layout of the apartment, I think you yourself have been in such an apartment more than once. We bought a stupid air mattress from a TV store (although we didn't buy it ourselves for the most part, it was just that my parents gave me money for it) to have at least some personal sleeping place and put it in the living room. They slept on it.

Artist I. Oleinikov

Modern creepy stories

Stories with signs of today

It is clear that horror stories did not only happen in the old days. They happen even now. Near, here, in our city, in the neighboring area and even on the next street. And since there are no vampires, no space aliens, no people with bear heads on the next street and in the neighboring area, all these today's stories have an absolutely everyday coloring.

With an emphasis on human meat pies, blood bags and other everyday horrors. Read and be horrified. "That was today, that was yesterday."

black hand

There was a hotel in the city of N that was notorious. There was a red light above the door of one of her rooms. This meant that people were disappearing in the room.

One day a young man came to the hotel and asked for a lodging for the night. The director replied that there were no empty seats, except for that ill-fated room with a red light bulb. Not a guy was not afraid and went to spend the night in this room. In the morning he was not in the room.

In the evening of the same day, another guy came, who had just served in the army. The director of the hotel assigned him a place in the same room. The guy was strange: he did not recognize mattresses and duvets and slept on the floor, wrapped in a blanket. In addition, he suffered from insomnia. She visited him that night too. It's already past eleven, it's time for twelve, and sleep doesn't come. It's past midnight!

Suddenly something clicked and rustled under the bed, and the Black Hand appeared from under it. She tore the pillow with terrible force and dragged it under the bed. The guy jumped up, quickly dressed and went to look for the director of the hotel. But that was not there. He was not at home either. Then the guy called the police and asked to urgently come to the hotel. The police began a thorough search. One of the police officers noticed that the bed was attached to the floor with special screws. Unscrewing the screws and moving the bed aside, the policemen saw a chest with a button on one of its walls. We pressed the button. The lid of the chest lifted abruptly but inaudibly. And out of it appeared the Black Hand. It was attached to a thick steel spring. The hand was cut off and sent for investigation. The chest was moved - and everyone saw a hole in the floor. We decided to go down there. There were seven doors in front of the police. They opened the first one and saw lifeless, bloodless corpses. They opened the second - there were skeletons. They opened the third - there is only skin. In the fourth lay fresh corpses, from which blood flowed into the basins. In the fifth - people in white coats butchered corpses. We went into the sixth - people were standing along long tables and packing blood into bags. We went into the seventh - and were dumbfounded! On a high chair there sat the director of the hotel himself.

The director confessed to everything. At this time there was a war between the two states. As in any war, a large amount of donated blood was required. The director was connected with one of the states. He was offered for a huge sum to establish the production of such blood, and he agreed and developed a plan with the Black Hand.

The hotel was brought into divine form, a new director was appointed. The light bulb above the door of the ill-fated room was gone. The city now lives quietly and sees wonderful dreams at night.

One day the mother sent her daughter to the market for pies. An old woman was selling pies. When the girl approached her, the old woman said. That the pies are already over, but if she goes to her house, she will treat her with pies. The girl agreed. When they came to her house, the old woman sat the girl on the sofa and asked her to wait. She went to another room where there were some buttons. The old woman pressed the button - and the girl failed. The old woman made new pies and ran to the market. The girl's mother waited and waited and, without waiting for her daughter, ran to the market. She did not find her daughter. I bought pies from the same old woman and returned home. When she bit off one pie, she saw a blue fingernail in it. And her daughter just painted her nail in the morning. Mom immediately ran to the police. The police came to the market and caught the old woman.

It turned out that she lured people to her home, put them on the sofa, and people fell through. Under the sofa was a large meat grinder full of human flesh. The old woman made pies out of it and sold it in the market. At first they wanted to execute the old woman, and then they gave her a life sentence.

Taxi driver and old woman

A taxi driver is driving late in the evening and sees: an old woman is standing by the road. Vote. The taxi driver stopped. The old woman sat down and said: “Take me to the cemetery, you need to see your son!” The taxi driver says: "It's late, I need to go to the park." But the old woman persuaded him. They arrived at the cemetery. The old woman says: "Wait here for me, I'll be right back!"

Half an hour goes by and she's gone. Suddenly an old woman appears and says: “He is not here, I was mistaken. Let's go to another!" The taxi driver says: “What are you doing! It's already night!" And she told him: “Take it, take it. I'll pay well!" They arrived at another cemetery. The old woman again asked to wait and left. Half an hour passes, an hour passes. An old woman appears, angry and dissatisfied with something. “He is not here either. Take, - he says, - to another! The taxi driver wanted to drive her away. But she still persuaded him, and they went. The old woman is gone. There is none and no. The taxi driver's eyes began to droop. Suddenly he hears - the door opens. He raised his head and saw: an old woman was standing at the door, smiling. His mouth is covered in blood, his hands are covered in blood, a piece of meat is pulled out of his mouth ...

The taxi driver turned pale: "Grandma, what are you ... eating the dead?"

The Case of the Police Captain

A police captain was walking through an abandoned old cemetery at night. And suddenly he saw a large white spot quickly approaching him. The captain pulled out a pistol and began to shoot at him. But the stain continued to fly at him ...

The next day the captain did not show up for duty. Rushed to look. And in the old cemetery they found his body. The captain had a pistol in his hand. And next to it lay a shot newspaper.

Meat grinder

One girl, her name was Lena, went to the cinema. Before leaving, her grandmother stopped her and told her not to take a ticket for the 12th row to 12th place under any circumstances. The girl did not respond. But when she came to the cinema, she asked for a ticket to the second row ... The next time she went to the cinema, her grandmother was not at home. And she forgot about her instructions. She was given a ticket to the 12th row for 12th place. The girl sat down in this place and, when the lights went out in the hall, she fell into some kind of black basement. There was a huge meat grinder in which people were ground. Bones fell out of the meat grinder. Meat and skin - and fell into three coffins. Next to the meat grinder, Lena saw her mother. Mom grabbed her and threw her into this meat grinder.

red cookie

One woman often had guests. These were men. They had dinner all evening. And then they stayed. What happened next, no one knew.