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>>42512178
>be me
>12 years old, 2012
>stating at grandmas house for a while because parents divorced
>she has this room
>it's on the upper floor, a little to the back
>my room is on the opposite side of the floor, a study is opposite this room
>study doesn't have a door, but this room does
>never really gone in there, grandma never mentioned it
>one night
>fucking around in the study, playing flash games or something
>grandmas already in bed, she sleeps downstairs
>just chilling
>hear a bump, clearly coming from the floor i'm on, and not downstairs
>wtf.mov
>take off my earphones and look behind me at the door to that room
>the door is blending into the darkness and fuzzing around the edges
>it's dark what the fuck do you expect
>don't hear the sound, satisfy myself that it's nothing
>about to turn back to pr0ns or happy wheels or something
>hear another bump, and some shuffling like someone is walking and moving something
>3scary5me, that buzzing electric feeling washes over my skin
>get out of the chair and decide to walk over to that room
>at the door now
>haven't heard anything more yet
>i gently open the door

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>>42512233
>look inside, it's dark as fuaark
>flip on the lights, because i'm not a retard
>just a storage room, boxes, an old ladder, etc
>i notice something in the corner of the room
>a golliwog (first post pic rel) (great grandma was bri'ish)
>it's slumped over on it's side, looking at me
>piercing eyes, i'm already scurred as fuck
>nothing in the room that could have made the noise, decide i'm just hearing things
>turn off the light, close the door
>hear another again just as i close the door, this time i swear i hear two footsteps like dad is walking around in there
>OPENTHEFUCKUP.jpg
>rush in, turn the lights on
>golliwog is now on the floor faceup, about a foot away from the box
>don’t understand what’s going, but mcfuckingobviously the doll is involved
>walk over to it
>now looking down, right into its eyes
>grab it and stuff that bitch into the box it was sitting on
>tape it up for good measure ast well as a 12 year old can
>leave again
>no noises
>sp00ped the fuck out, no way am i going back into the study to sit with my back to the magical chucky killer doll room
>don’t want to sleep on the same floor either
>go downstairs and watch tv until i pass out
>don’t ever go in the room again, don’t hear anything weird either
>muchlater.spongebobtitlecard
>2023
>grandmas passed away, mom and i are clearing up her house
>mom tells me to go up to her “other study” and start bringing boxes down stairs
>suddenly start feeling dread, but i go up there anyway and its daytime so i should stop being a bitch
>go in there again
>everything’s been moved around a little, but that box sticks out like a sore thumb
>no tape on it this time
>gingerly open it up
>doll staring up at me again
>its smile seems wider than it used to be
>i look at it closely, first time i’ve ever really done this
>look at its legs
>they’ve been tied with string

Hmm...

>>42511092
roll

>>42512342
Huh?

>>42512233
>>42512269
Am I the only one who found these things more scary rather than offensive?

>>42515219
I wrote one about the horror of being in an Indian hospital but nobody replied so I'm not sure

roll

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>>42516108
>be me janitor
>comfy cleaning the town hall with my uncle
>dusting the small library room
>very fancy wood paneled room with big hardwood table
>usually not very spiritually aware, can sometimes see auras or maybe precog
>not this time
>i do not feel alone
>it does not feel happy
>air sort of feels dark and stale
>suddenly get urge to look up
>look closer at the "town history" poster on the wall
>"john smith the founder of our town lived in a big house on main street. He had 40 slaves!"
>oh shit nigga.wav
>i'm being stared at in the astral by slave ghosts
>say out loud
>"hello ghosts i'm just here to clean your room, leave me be. sorry you were a slave"
>still don't feel alone
>alright fuck the dusting get me outta here
>Tell my uncle once safely outside
>"you're retarded son"
>Months later he admits he's heard strange noises and feels weird in there too
Not very exciting but true story