Gah you people don't have good scary stories. Looks like I need to put up one that my mom experienced.
When she was little she was doing the dishes while home alone. The house she lived in at the time was haunted and the entire family knew it because of how many things had happened, but that didn't stop them from leaving my mom home alone.
Well, she looked into the water at her reflection and saw that her reflection was smiling at her. A few seconds later she began to hear it's laughter. She ran out of the room immediatly and could hear some of the dishes in the sink shatter.
Another story that happened occured to my aunt Jackie. The whole family kept having weird dreams about a blonde little girl. And each time they woke up from the nightmare, they'd hear some familiar noises from the dream outside of their door. Well in one of her dreams, the little girl was on a large torture chamber type of cutting board. A man in a black executioner mask lifted a big axe and cut off her feet. The noise of the cut was so loud that it woke my aunt up, and she could still hear it echoing down the hallway. But then she heard footsteps going down the steps outside her bedroom. Sick of not knowing what it was, she got out of bed and opened the door. When she looked down the stairs, she choked a scream. The little girl was floating down the stairs, her severed feet stepping down the stairs slowly two feet below her. She stopped near the bottom and looked up and smiled at my aunt before turning around to come back up. Needless to say, she slammed the door and jumped into my mother's bed crying and screaming.
When she was little she was doing the dishes while home alone. The house she lived in at the time was haunted and the entire family knew it because of how many things had happened, but that didn't stop them from leaving my mom home alone.
Well, she looked into the water at her reflection and saw that her reflection was smiling at her. A few seconds later she began to hear it's laughter. She ran out of the room immediatly and could hear some of the dishes in the sink shatter.
Another story that happened occured to my aunt Jackie. The whole family kept having weird dreams about a blonde little girl. And each time they woke up from the nightmare, they'd hear some familiar noises from the dream outside of their door. Well in one of her dreams, the little girl was on a large torture chamber type of cutting board. A man in a black executioner mask lifted a big axe and cut off her feet. The noise of the cut was so loud that it woke my aunt up, and she could still hear it echoing down the hallway. But then she heard footsteps going down the steps outside her bedroom. Sick of not knowing what it was, she got out of bed and opened the door. When she looked down the stairs, she choked a scream. The little girl was floating down the stairs, her severed feet stepping down the stairs slowly two feet below her. She stopped near the bottom and looked up and smiled at my aunt before turning around to come back up. Needless to say, she slammed the door and jumped into my mother's bed crying and screaming.
