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What’s Your Favorite Scary Story?

I’ve spent enough time working commissions that my phone autocorrects everything to scarf or mitten.

I will be pulling this blog out of retirement.

Including the horror and folklore content.

Tell me about your favorite scary stories bonus points for things that came out of 2016.


The Keyhole

things that go bump in the night

I’m not finding a lot of history on this one, which makes me think one of three things (or a combination of the above): 1. That it’s fairly new-a  creepy pasta 2. That it’s fairly old-a retelling of a very old story 3. My Googling abilities have failed me once again.

Well. It’s still creepy.

A man is traveling to a new city (it’s never a man traveling home, it’s always a strange man in a strange place).

He checks into a good hotel-one of the best in the city, but by no means new.

The hotel is fairly crowded, due to its reputation. His is the only room left vacant-except for the room across the hall.

When the man is checking in, the woman behind the counter tells him that under no circumstances is he to go into that room across the hall. It will always stay empty, and no one will be allowed to stay in there.

Thinking that this is an odd statement-really, who tries to go into other people’s rooms?-the man thanks her and makes his way to his room, certain that the warning will be unnecessary.

Later that night, he hears an odd thumping coming from that room. He thinks that it’s an odd thing, what with the warning he’s been given and all. He knocks on the door, and asks whoever is inside to please be quiet.

The thumping continues. The hotel, being as old as it is, still has doors that lock with an actual key and not a card. He leans down and looks into the room. A woman, with long white hair and pale white skin, sits in a rocking chair. She is facing away from him, but he can see that the noise is her chair hitting the wall.

Eventually the noise stops and he is able to sleep.

The next morning, curious and wanting to double check what he saw, he looks into the keyhole again. This time all he sees is a solid red color.

Now confused, the man returns to the front desk. The woman at the desk can’t help but make a face.

“There was a murder in that room, a long time ago. A man murdered his wife in that room. She was a lonely thing who liked to rock in a chair at night. Beyond the rocking, she was known for her appearance-she was very very pale except for her eyes.

Her eyes were an odd shade of red.”

Because It’s Been Raining

It was raining when I got out of the bus station. I opened my umbrella and started to walk through the crowd.

Within seconds I noticed that there was something wrong.

No one else was carrying an umbrella.

No one else was walking in the same direction I was.

No one else was talking, or smiling. Everyone had the same expression on their face, very serious.

I struggled against the crowd, until I saw a taxi sitting by the curb. The driver was gesturing wildly at me, trying to get my attention. I walked to the car and got in.

We drove for awhile and finally the driver said,

‘Well, when I saw a man on the empty street, walking like he was fighting a crowd, I figured it was time to pick you up.’

Sunday Legends-Last One Today

Hello, dear Reader. Hope you left room for today’s serving of pasta-

In Berlin, after World War II, money was short, supplies were tight, and it seemed like everyone was hungry. At that time, people were telling the tale of a young woman who saw a blind man picking his way through a crowd. The two started to talk. The man asked her for a favor: could she deliver the letter to the address on the envelope? Well, it was on her way home, so she agreed.

She started out to deliver the message, when she turned around to see if there was anything else the blind man needed. But she spotted him hurrying through the crowd without his smoked glasses or white cane. She was, naturally, suspicious, so she went to the police.

When the police paid a visit to the address on the envelope, they made a gruesome discovery- three butchers had been harvesting human flesh and selling it to the starving people.

And what was in the envelope the man gave to the woman? A note, saying simply “This is the last one I am sending you today.”

Sunday Legends- Pasta Night

Creepy Pastas are short horror stories that circulate the Internet almost as a form of their own folklore. Warning, some of these may be slightly graphic and/or contain horror elements (…do I really need to say that?). I’m going to issue a general topical trigger warning. I don’t claim ownership of any of these.


And yes- they were literally cut and pasted (the pasta of creepy pasta).

A young couple were waiting impatiently to leave on their first vacation since the baby was born but the woman’s aunt, who would be babysitting, was thirty minutes late. The young woman called her elderly aunt to find out what was going on, and the old woman apologized for her forgetfulness, and said she’d speed right over.

Since the aunt was only a couple miles away, the couple decided they’d go ahead and go rather than wait for her and risk missing their flight. Two weeks later when the couple returned they were horrified to find the baby still in it’s high-chair where they’d left it, except now it was dead and bloated, covered with flies. The aunt really had sped, and unfortunately crashed and died before she made it over.

Did you ever see one of those videos where you are asked to look for, or follow, a specific thing through out the video? Then, at the end, they reveal that as you were watching, something large and intrusive moved around in plain sight and you never even noticed it. It’s frightening how often that happens, like how I just moved from the doorway into your room as you read this.

Genetic MemoryMany classic horror icons, such as Geger’s xenomorphs, Silent Hill’s Pyramid Head, and other disturbing creatures, share common characteristics. Pale skin, dark, sunken eyes, elongated faces, sharp teeth, and the like. These images inspire horror and revulsion in many, and with good reason. The characteristics shared by these faces are imprinted in the human mind.Many things frighten humans instinctively. The fear is natural, and does not need to be reinforced in order to terrify. The fears are species-wide, stemming from dark times in the past when lightning could mean the burning of your tree home, thunder could be the approaching gallops of a stampede, predators could hide in darkness, and heights could make poor footing lethal.

The question you have to ask yourself is this:

What happened, deep in the hidden eras before history began, that could effect the entire human race so evenly as to give the entire species a deep, instinctual, and lasting fear of pale beings with dark, sunken eyes, razor sharp teeth, and elongated faces?

… Just be careful out there.

There it goes again. Something definitely moved this time. It was very brief, but out of the corner of your eye, you saw something. But wait. All the doors are locked, no pets, and your parents won’t get home until 10. So there’s no way something moved. It’s just your imagination getting the best of you. Sitting alone in your room, the only light emitting from the monitor of your computer, you stare into the darkness for several minutes. Just to be sure. Now you feel silly. What were you thinking? Of course there’s nothing there. What, are you 6? Go back to what you were doing.15 minutes later, as you prepare to go to bed, you’re in the bathroom. The shower curtains shift. Wait… no. Stop spooking yourself. It’s just an overactive imagination, filling your head with what isn’t really there. You gaze into the mirror at yourself. You say it to yourself, slowly and clearly, “Imagination.” With a sigh, you turn the lights off and head towards your room.Laying in bed, you stare at your ceiling, dark and foreboding, only the motion of a small fan disturbing the calmness of the night. A shadow from the light in the hall shifts. No. No, no, no. Stop it. It’s your imagination. Just that. Go to sleep, you fool.

But then, just when you’re about to drift off to sleep, at the phase no one remembers when they wake, you sense something in the darkness. It’s your imagination, leering down at you. With a jagged, macabre smile.