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Don't walk alone in the forest!

I 17 year old was walking in the forest I had just had a argument with my family I went on a walk to clear my head after 5 minutes I see runner shoes and get a bit scared I turned around to see the same runner shoes I turn around again and see runner shoes so I walk thus direction I then find a cap and earphones at this point im shivering cold it was 11pm I was walking for a while it just turned 2am I lost track of time when my watch died at this point ive already walked deep into the forest the nearest exit was atheist 20 miles away I put my airpods in 10 minutes later I feel like I'm being watched but I thought nothing of it my heart dropped as I saw a bit of blood on the trail the trail was open with just trees on both sides I can see something at a distance it was a man with a knife rapidly moving at me run the over way he grabs me at this point I look down there's a big grey line running down My pants I look at him I run more until he grabs me says you are I ran just before I heard what he said I made it home I started crying and to this day I never walk in the forest. Please comment your rating 1/10

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I don’t know what I picked up on the road last night

I was driving home from work late at night yesterday and on my drive home there’s this long road spanning for miles called arrow route and I always see random people walking there but today I saw a young girl with her thumb out trying to find a ride so I pulled over to let her in. I asked her where did she need to go and she just pointed straight with a thousand yard stare. I kept trying to engage in conversation but every question I asked she would just point her finger straight so I gave up and kept driving straight. I drove for about 10 minutes before I looked back at her and seen her hair changed colors from dirty blonde to a dark brown. I was started to think wether her hair was always that color up until her eyes changed as well from green to dark brown. Her jaw began to move around and change shapes and slowly her skin changed from pale white to light brown. She began to get taller and I noticed her hair was getting shorter and shorter, resembling my haircut. Whatever it was that I picked up was morphing into me and I couldn’t stop it even after I began to cry for it to get out of my car. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t push it out and it just kept looking at me with a blank stare until it smiled and started talking to me, asking me all the same questions I asked in the beginning in my voice. I fainted and crashed my car out of fear and when I woke up police and firefighters were on the scene but the thing wasn’t there. I lied to the officers on the scene and just said I fell asleep behind the wheel because no one would believe me.

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Own-Wave-3644

Every year in my village, there is a time during which everybody blacks out for 24 hours. In 2015, I remained conscious. Last Part

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/11pt9t3/every_year_in_my_village_there_is_a_time_during/) [Part 12](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/15kjil4/every_year_in_my_village_there_is_a_time_during/) What did I do? Did I really free my village or did I instead release a villain? Did I create a new threat? If that new threat was Askhartès, then I had just condemned all of us to a greater doom. The monster leaned forward and toward us as we stepped backwards in fear. "This fool always spoke endlessly." Askhartès said before absorbing something out of Redeye's remains. "What— what you doing?" I asked trembling. "Don't you have something to do?" He retorted, and I looked at the Root Altar location next to Redeye's fallen throne. There was still something standing there despite the roots that the monster had absorbed. Black vapors emanated from all the remains of Redeye then merged to form the dark soul of my great-great grandfather. "My work ends here." The monster spoke. "You said— you said you would help." I protested. "Don't be dreaming kid, those things never help anyone. At least not for free." Razor corrected. "I said that I shall do the rest, which is taking back everything that is mine. Your human woes are no concern to me. I have to go back to the realm of my kind." Askhartès spoke, then his tentacles wrapped the soul of Redeye before he flew away, moving in the air just like an octopus swims in the ocean and disappeared through the ceiling, taking Redeye's soul with him. I looked at the core structure of the Root Altar still standing. I did not know exactly what time it was, I did not know what to do, I only knew that I had to take it down, therefore, I ran towards it and even touched it with both hands. The moment I made contact with the altar, I found myself in a new place, a dark place where the only source of red light came from the platform I was standing on. Calling a 'platform' is just my way of trying to make it as clear as possible, in fact, I stood on a wide sized version of the Redeye's cult symbol resembling a compass. It glowed in red while everything around was totally obscure. The symbol made a lot more sense due to the fact that there were smaller versions of the altars I spent the whole day taking down, positioned according to their respective locations in the real world: North, South, East and West. Each of the altars had a curved column bent to support a statue of Redeye standing in the middle of the symbol. The statue itself stood on what resembled a cage. I walked around the center not knowing what to do, and approached the cage to see what looked like a small version of the village with little lights like fireflies, all trapped inside. "Help! Help!" I heard from disembodied voices and for some reasons thought about Redeye pointing out that the Spiritual influences the Natural, or in other words, what happens in the spirit realm, defines what happens in real life. When I tried to touch the cage, I found out that it was protected by an invisible magnetic force, therefore, I thought about reproducing what I did in the real world: South, North, East and West, the exact order in which I took down the altars. I touched the South Altar but nothing happened, so in frustration, I kicked it and it crumbled, along with its curved column. I did the same for all the other altars until the statue was deprived of support, allowing me to just push it and let it shatter on the symbol, gruesomely reminiscing of what I witnessed earlier. I then touched the cage, and it just sort of melted, allowing the village, and all the lights to be set free. They shone with a bright white, blinding me to the point of hurting my eyes and I just sat there, waiting until I could open my eyes again. The first thing I remember doing is hearing the music from an old radio placed at a window of the house behind me. The second thing was the feeling of the cool breeze of the outside, thus leading me to the third one, opening my eyes to see. I remember the stars and the moon, resplendent like on the wallpapers we see on the web. I remember the lights of the village, the lights from the buildings, more beautiful than ever as the electricity had returned. Everyone around me was unconscious and I checked the time to read 11:47 pm. It was not midnight yet, it was not the 10th of June yet, but the blackout was over. Unfortunately, the sweet realization of the victory soon faded away as screams of terror and distress ushered in a massive period of grieving. The 84th and last blackout was by far the deadliest with a record of 349 deaths. "Carla? Carla? Vivian?" I heard from a familiar voice. It was my mother. "Mommy?" Carla answered, not far away, making me jump on my feet and run to her. "Don't go to her!" I said, retaining my sister to protect her. She hugged me, happy to see her brother. "You?" My mother said. "Don't come close to us!" I warned. "You're not— you're not dead? You— so he failed?" She wondered, and could see in my eyes that I knew. "Terrence, it's mommy!" Carla said. "Don't go to mommy Carla, she's evil!" I said. "No look, it's mommy? What you doing? Where's daddy? And Vivian?" She asked, shattering my heart for the umpteenth time that day. Penelope then made the first strides toward her escape after realizing that her cover was blown, ignoring the desperate cries of her youngest child as I retained my sister. It was not the moment to go after them just yet. The same night, my sister and I settled in Adelaide's house because I needed to watch after her and the evidence, and because well, our house was destroyed. Right from the following day, when authorities were again able to operate, I explained and showed them everything that I could. Of course, there are many things that unfolded from there so let me just fill you in with a few I think you might find interesting. After my revelations, the village population was split between those who believed me and some others still sceptical. My mother was the only surviving cult member devoted to Redeye. All the valid men volunteered for her capture, and they found her at the outskirts of the forest, trying to perform a ritual. After the diary that I had lost was found by one of the villagers, further evidence emerged against my mother, and she was thrown in a heavily guarded cell immediately after her trial. To avoid anyone to be manipulated by her cunning nature, I am the only one allowed to visit her alone without escort. For everything that I had accomplished as the Outlander, Carla and I were given a new house despite the fact that all the calamity arose from our family. I was awarded with an honorable rank in the village that I preferred to decline because of the shame Redeye and my mother brought to our lineage. A few weeks after the last blackout, we started receiving many visitors on the land, stating that our village was not visible on any existing map. That brought quite a lot of development in the community, however, we chose to remain hidden, discreet and in full control of our small part of the world. In 2021, after the village, Carla and myself reached a little bit of stability, I went on an important trip to fulfill my promise to Edlynn. Thanks to the diary, and what I helped her with in writing, I could trace her parents' address all the way to the United States. The moment I stepped into their house, after pretending to be some sort of medium, I could see pictures of her with a heart warming smile and her preference for the green color. However, what mattered for me the most are the tears of joy they shared when they recognized that the note I gave to them truly came from their daughter, as it contained information only her and her family knew. People that are separated because of death indeed still have many things they wish they could say or share. Upon leaving the house, on my way to my requested ride, I saw a Great Green Macaw land on their mailbox, a few meters away from me, before flying high in the sky, making me smile and wave Edlynn goodbye one last time. My whole life was turning into a valuable lesson, even a whole course. From the blackout to its end, I had to grow up fast and eventually became my sister's guardian and only 'sane' family. How the little things can have such impact on the world. Some parents fail to recognize the value of their own child, then that child sinks into a deadly megalomania and delusion, in turn failing to recognize the value of every single life around him. Many lives destroyed, many lives wasted because of the pain. I am grateful for still standing, trying my best to escape a destiny that was almost forced upon me, instead of just letting me find my path. I always wonder what would my life be if my great-great grandfather did not do what he did. At least, I did find a path despite the storm. I do not believe to be the Outlander, no. I refuse to let Redeye, his cult or even Askhartès define who and what I am. Before the resolution of the blackout and after its definitive stop, I stand in between. Yes, I am the bridge between the old world and the new world, between the time of war and the time of peace. At least, that was what I thought. As soon as I returned to the village a few days later after my trip, I was hit with a really worrisome news. Someone in the village had stolen all Adelaide's witchcraft books. The same night of my return, I dreamed about myself lying down and stuck on my bed as if it was some freaking sleep paralysis. In the room, there was a girl using blood on her hands, to write things that I was not able to read. The moment she spotted me looking at her, she approached. "You're here." She whispered. "Who are y—" I asked. "Ssshhhhh! Not too loud, he'll hear you." "What's going on? How did you get in here?" I asked again. "How did 'you' get in here, this is not your home, I mean, not exactly, this is the Midway Realm." She revealed. "What? Why I can't move? Who are you?" "Terrence, it's me, Hazel. Don't you recognize me? I changed that much?" "[Hazel](https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/115y76u/last_week_i_would_have_become_either_a_murderer/)?" "You've done something wrong. Very wrong. You've freed him, and now I can't control him anymore." "What? Who?" I questioned. "Twin." She replied. "Twin?" "Look who's here, mommy's favorite little baby!" A male voice said from behind the door, making Hazel gasp in fear. "Hurry Terrence please! You gotta find me, you— you gotta find him, before it's too—" She could not finish shouting. He crushed the door into several pieces with a bizarre power that emitted a green light, not allowing me to see him properly, and he sent all the pieces in our direction while Hazel screamed in terror. I jumped in my bed waking up and immediately gasped in fear myself, when I saw all the walls, the floor and the ceiling in my room covered with distress messages written in fresh blood, streaming down: help me; save me; find me; find him; find us; Midway Realm; hurrry... They were everywhere, and the door and windows of my bedroom were wide open. I checked the time on the same mechanical watch from the blackout, that I still have to this day, that I still wear almost all the time, and read 2:26 am. I did not wait until morning and dashed to my mother's prison cell. It was only my second visit to her in six years. I stormed through the facility entrances, startling a few guards sleeping on duty and found the lady dancing in her cell in the middle of the night. "Oh, Outlander my son. Hello!" She greeted gleefully when she saw me. "Who did I free?" I questioned. "So you've finally seen him? Oh dear, I told you that the sky was about to get darker for you. For all of us by the way." She spoke. "Who did I free? Redeye said the same thing before he died and I know he wasn't talking about Askhartès. Who's that guy? And what's his business with that Hazel girl?" I asked. "I won't say anything about Hazel. I've never been a gossip person you know. Her parents should have known what they were getting into when they chose to make her escape the village. Everything has a price, a soul for a soul." She replied. "For the last time Penelope, who is he?" "So you didn't recognize him? That is sooo awful. Does he care? I think not. He'll soon be here anyway. First, he'll come for me, then he might go for Carla and keep you for the dessert, before crushing everything and everyone." "WHO IS HE?" I shouted, shaking the bars of her cell. "You always lacked manners and brains." She said, after sighing in disappointment. "After everything that you've seen and heard, you still need to be lectured. Fine." She added, suddenly standing straight. "This is how an Outlander is born. You're the only one that have existed. I gave birth to you, and I'm so proud of myself for accomplishing such a task. Even though you're such a disappointment." "Do not test my patience!" I warned. "I guess you should know. In an offspring from our bloodline, one sibling is chosen among others and the rest has to be sacrificed. The chosen one, myself in this case, undergoes a series of ritual each time she has to give birth, or each time he has to impregnate if he's a male. If there's one baby at birth, the ritual is a failure. But if there are twins the ritual is a success— at 50%. The chosen sibling still has to make a difficult choice. One baby has to be favored, and the other has to be discarded and locked away, somewhere, very dark." She revealed before pretending to hold two babies, and I remembered the painting of her holding two infants I saw in the realm of Redeye. "What— what did you—" I tried but failed to speak. "Terrence the Outlander..." She said looking at her right arm. "...and Lawrence, the Outcast." She said, looking at her left arm, then looked at me with a smile. My heart racing again, I almost fell trying to put distance between that evil woman and myself, under the guards appalled looks following her gruesome revelation. She laughed behind me, rejoicing at the prospect of a new threat looming over us all, saying that the rejected son was on his way home, lusting for blood. Will all this nightmare have an end? I stepped outside trying to breathe after she crushed my heart one more time with one more evil deed. Neither the stars nor the moon were visible that night. She and Redeye had told me the truth: the sky was indeed getting darker.

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AngelmZeal1

The Hand

Every time I close my eyes, it's there, ready to grab me. The hand. But when I open my eyes, there's no hand. It's like there was no hand there at all. But I know there was. I've been dealing with this for years. Causing the diagnosis of Insomnia. I haven't gotten a good sleep in years. My parents have always told me that it's just my imagination, but I haven't used that since i was 10. Now, I'm 25. Finally, tonight, I decided to confront it. Using all the strength I'd gained from weight training to make sure I got out alive. When I closed my eyes, there it was. With what looked like dark blood. Then, just as suddenly, it disappeared. I was free, at last. The next morning, my mom got a call. Her dad was found dead with dark red blood on his hand from and unknown encounter. It was the same hand I'd seen in my dreams

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New-Possibility-577

The Virgin Massacre

I'm writing this document to warn everyone to never accept an invite from the user Killjoy88 or visit the Virgin Massacre site. It's a twisted dark website dedicated to showing the torture and murder of innocent girls. Avoid that vile site at all costs. Let me start from the beginning. I used to be a fairly normal college guy until recently. I had a small group of friends, mostly kept to myself and browsed the internet all the time. I was particularly interested in shock sites. Anything that got a surprise out of me was always thrilling. My life was always so mediocre I needed something to break the mediocrity. I needed something that could wake me up and feel alive. My viewings began with simple fight videos and then escalated to near-death accidents. It made my stomach turn, but at the same time, I could feel my blood boiling with excitement. I searched various forums on the best shocking violence sites until I saw this one user mention the Virgin Massacre. Everyone on the forum was confused and had never heard of it before. He went under the alias of Killjoy88. He said that the Virgin Massacre was this dark website that even the police couldn't track. The guy rambled on about how it hosted a library of videos where schoolgirls had to go through death traps until they faced a butcher at the end. None of us were sure if we believed him and quite a few called him an outright liar. Talk about red rooms was common on these types of forums but no one could ever prove they existed. I was neutral to the idea. I had no doubts about humanity's potential for wanton cruelty but red rooms always felt more like an internet urban legend. Isn't it odd that the danger of these alleged sites were never made public but some random guys on an obscure forum had all the details? Some people would do anything to look cool; even if meant pretending to be a connoisseur torture porn sites. Still, I had nothing better to do with my day so I asked Killjoy to give us a link to the virgin massacre. He of course made up some shoddy excuse about why he couldn't do that and how he would only give the link to someone he trusted. My eyes rolled so hard I almost worried they'd pop out of their sockets. It was clear that Killyjoy88 was yet another attention-seeking troll with a poorly thought out story. Everyone else in the forum called him as such. The chat was filled with laughing emojis and colorful insults that got a few chuckles out of me. I was more than a little surprised when I got a DM later that day from Killjoy88. He said that since I was the only one who didn't mock his story, I would get the link. A bunch of thoughts raced around in my head. I still had severe doubts about his story but figured I still might find something intriguing if I played along. I told him I was interested in seeing the Virgin Massacre site but I didn't have any VPN security software. He assured me that wasn't necessary. Killjoy said he screen-recorded a video preview of the site as a test to see if I was worthy of seeing the real thing. It was a pretentious answer, but I held my tongue regardless. I clicked the link and was taken to a domain consisting of only the video file. It began playing by itself, showcasing " Virgin Massacre" in muted yellow letters. A raspy voice like sandpaper emitted from my speakers. This is a rough summary of what I remember: 《 Welcome to the Virgin Massacre! We host thousands of gore-tastic movies for your depraved viewing pleasure. Our main attraction is the ensemble of beautiful young maidens just ripe for the slaughter! Daddy's little princess won't be a princess for long after she's eviscerated by our finest traps! Stay tuned for a movie you'll never forget! 》 The addition of a narrator was making me question the validity of the site even more. It felt more like watching a low budget movie rather than an actual torture video. The creator was passionate about his project, to say the least. The screen shifted to a low-resolution video feed of a girl standing in a room of rotating chainsaws. It's hard to explain, but it looked like the chainsaws were horizontally connected to various pillars that spun in place. The production values of the "props" were a step above what you would expect from some obscure Gore site. Could it have been a scene edited from a movie? I wish the real answer was so innocent. From what I could make out, the girl wore a bloody tattered Japanese schoolgirl uniform despite not having any noticeable Asian features. Her face was scrunched up in an agonizing teary-eyed scream. She howled and begged to be set free from her captors. The raw anguish in her voice unnerved me to my core. I've seen tons of movies where the actor's performance could easily be mistaken for reality but this performance wasn't a mistake. It felt real. It felt like torture. I immediately found myself feeling empathy for a girl I'd known for less than a minute. With that said, I didn't look away. I didn’t close the video. I needed to know at the very least if she made it out OK. After she cried for a few minutes straight, she finally began moving. She must've realized that there wouldn't be an escape waiting for her. She squeezed her body between two pillars of chainsaws, trying her damnest not to get hit. I watched with bated breath with every step she took. The roar of grinding metal snuffed out her cries completely. She got far through the room and it almost seemed like she would complete the challenge. She nearly made it out when the left side of her stomach got grazed. The blades cleaved through her flesh effortlessly and left a gaping gash where she was struck. The pain was so great that it caused her to completely lose her composure. She threw her arms around as she cursed her luck and cried a bloodcurdling scream. It was hard watching her wobble out of the room while clutching at her wound. She walked down a long corridor of rusted metal until she reached another room filled with traps. This one had buzzsaws strapped to the ground with a uniform amount of distance between each one. The hallway was so cramped that jumping past the buzzsaws was the only way to progress. The girl was visibly terrified and hesitated once again. There wasn't much margin for error. She had to calculate her jumps just right or else she was done for. I could tell that the stomach wound was causing her focus to wane. The girl took a few steps back to build up momentum for a sprint. Once she took off running, she leapt over the immediate buzzsaw and landed in the middle space. Unfortunately, it wasn't a safe landing. She stumbled once she touched the ground and fell forward right in front of another buzzsaw. The moment of impact was obscured by a heavy static filter but her agonizing screams remained etched into my memory all these months later. A heavy sense of nausea overwhelmed me and I emptied my stomach into a waste bucket by my side. I immediately closed the video and took a moment to regain my composure. Had I just witnessed a real death? Who was that girl? Did her family and friends ever find out what happened to her? Questions with no answers swirled around in my mind to no end. I was just about to contact Killjoy88 when I noticed that the chat log was gone. All the messages were deleted, even my own. I refreshed the page several times to see if it was some glitch, but nothing changed. I even went back to the forum where I met him but all his posts were also missing. Even the link he sent me wouldn't load. Killjoy88 had completely erased his tracks. I thought my experience with Killjoy was over until a received a package in the mail a week after the incident. At my door lay a clear plastic case containing a bloody schoolgirl uniform. Attached was a note that read, " Did you enjoy the movie?" I notified the police about everything but have yet to receive any updates. It's been a few months since the incident and I try my best to leave it behind. I haven't been invested in the Gore community lately. Those videos just bring back bad memories. The worst part of watching a murder video is the guilt of not being able to help the victim. I don't want to see videos of people suffering anymore. It makes my heart sink. I can't even afford to move with my lousy salary, so I'm stuck here always looking over my shoulder, fearful that I may be the next victim of that accursed site. If you're a thrill-seeker like I used to be and you get an invite to see the next best Gore video, Don't go for it. Keep your sanity.

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