Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark
My father also told me that “this yard” is cursed. Daughter, avoid him, and it’s best to mentally cross yourself.
There lives a local witch who is feared by the entire village. At night, on full moon days, only a keen eye can see that instead of light, ritual black candles are burning. This demon always has a good harvest, the chickens lay eggs, and the cattle don’t die. One day, when the witch left the house for a while, her brave fellow villagers decided to visit her.
Imagine, the witch never locked him up. As if she was expecting uninvited guests. When the guys entered, they were presented with a terrible picture. In the hut, which was one small room, there were ancient tables on which lay hellish books, creepy figurines depicting otherworldly worlds.
Having opened an incomprehensible box inlaid with black ribbons, the guys saw the head of a rooster. Under the satanic images, daredevils discovered several photographs pierced with a needle in the area of the heart and head.
There was a whiff of horror, and they ran out of the witch’s hut. When she returned, everything remained in its place. For the next 3 days, the damned candles burned brightly. The curious could hear an indistinct monotonous muttering coming from inside.
Suddenly, the entire hut burst into flames, as if it had been engulfed by a hundred fires. The witch cast a devilish spell, which the next day brought grief to our homes. Those who secretly visited her drowned while swimming sober in a village river.
Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark – Lamb
It all happened in the spring, at that busy time, when arable and sowing work is in full swing in the fields. Nikolai Tarasovich and his colleague and friend that evening began their usual work – on the night shift they had to finish plowing a large field.
But something happened there with a lack of fuel, and Nikolai and his friend decided that by midnight the latter would deliver to the field by motorcycle the fuel necessary for night work, since Nikolai himself only had enough diesel for a few hours.
They agreed, and Nikolai calmly began plowing. Having worked on the remaining fuel until almost one in the morning, the tractor stalled. While waiting for his friend, who was supposed to appear any minute, Nikolai calmly smoked, looking in the darkness for the headlights of an approaching motorcycle. After waiting for about an hour, Nikolai Tarasovich decided to go to his friend on foot and find out for himself why he was late, since his friend’s house was only one and a half kilometers from the field.
The night turned out to be unusually dark, without the moon and stars, but Nikolai, guided by the street lamps beyond the field, was not afraid of getting lost and confidently walked towards the illuminated street. Suddenly, a plaintive bleating was heard nearby, and a second later a lamb appeared from the darkness – small, snow-white, and, running up to the tractor driver, pressed itself to his feet.
Nikolai Tarasovich is a very kind person, and therefore decided to take the lamb with him and bring it to the village to return the loss to the owner. Taking the lamb in his arms, the tractor driver was surprised by its weight – the animal was simply tiny, but so heavy that it took a lot of work for a strong man to carry it.
Heading towards the luminous street, after a while Nikolai noticed that, no matter how long he walked, the light of the lanterns was not getting closer. Seriously worried, but without letting go of the lamb from his hands, the man walked aimlessly for some more time. It was beginning to get light, and the first roosters crowed loudly in the village.
At these sounds, the lamb began to desperately escape from the hands of the tractor driver, and, having freed itself, ran away several meters. Nikolai Tarasovich, squatting down, called the lamb:
“Well, what are you doing?” Come here, little one! And then from the side of the lamb a rough, guttural female voice was heard, which mimicked the man:- Come here, little one! From horror, Nikolai almost lost consciousness and ran headlong towards the village, where he found himself in just a few minutes.
He immediately remembered the “women’s tales” of his fellow villagers about witches who, taking the form of animals, confused and led their victims in circles. And not everyone is as lucky as him.
Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark Alvin Schwartz
My mother found out about one grandmother who supposedly heals and does all sorts of conspiracies. But they warned her that grandma, if she doesn’t like you, she can cause a lot of harm. The fact is that the mother fell ill – something wrong happened to her blood – and since she herself is a doctor, she was very scared. So she got ready, and went to this granny in a remote village, where there are about twenty people at most, and those are already old people.
I came to her a week later to inquire about her health. She says that the tests are almost good, everything is fine. A weight immediately fell off my shoulders. For me, the main thing is my mother’s health. And she keeps talking about that grandmother Vera, foaming at the mouth. Thank you very much, she saved me.
Here my mother asks me about my well-being, progress, and in general, about my affairs. I answer that everything is fine. She says, let’s take you to that grandmother Vera, she’ll look at you, maybe she’ll say something, it won’t be any worse. I immediately agreed, it’s interesting for me to see a living witch, especially since she doesn’t take money. I bought a package of regular groceries, and we went to Grandma Vera.
Approaching the house, my mother warned me:
“Say “peace to your house” when you enter, and do not be afraid of anything.”
I chuckled – what should I be afraid of?
But as soon as we opened the door, a feeling of fear came over me, and goosebumps ran down my skin. Before this, I felt very confident. And I didn’t think that an old woman, even a village witch, could do something to me…
It was twilight inside the house.
– Peace to your home! – the mother shouted into the darkness. I repeated after her. And as soon as I repeated these words, I heard laughter, followed by swear words in an old woman’s voice. Next, a hunched silhouette emerges from the far corner of the room with its back to us.
I completely shuddered. It felt like I had stepped into a bad horror movie. She turned to face us and said hello. Her appearance, to put it mildly, is quite creepy, and her gaze seems to pierce right through a person. The facial expression is angry, even hostile.
I ask my mother in a whisper:
“Where should I put the package?”
Instead of my mother, my grandmother answered me:
“Put it there,” and pointed with a crooked finger at the bench near the stove. – Thank you for the fish, grandson, I like to eat fish, but the unclean one doesn’t like it when I eat it.
And I actually bought some kind of smoked fish in addition to other products, but I hadn’t opened the package yet, so it was not clear how she knew it. I walked over and put the package on the bench.
As soon as I started backing away to my mother, my grandmother grabbed me by the hand and started shaking her. I’m standing there, the sweat is pouring off me, I’m frozen, I can’t squeeze anything out of myself, I’m thinking, should I be scared or see what happens next. The witch stared straight into my eyes, which made the sweat roll off me even more, and my knees trembled treacherously.
Now I was afraid that I was going to crash straight onto the floor. Her eyes are whitish, I can’t even tell what color. She looks at least a hundred years old—a decrepit old woman in her own right. I have no strength in my hands, but it’s scary. Then I feel that she began to let go of my hand.
“Help me,” he says, “to sit down on a bench…
I sat this granny down on a bench near the stove.” She says to me:
“Go into the room, take a sickle and a stool, you will find everything there,” she waved towards the doorway.
I went into the next room, didn’t really look at anything, honestly, it all seemed a little scary to me. Although I briefly saw that there were a lot of icons hanging in the corner. I brought a stool and a sickle.
– Sit down with your back to the entrance door, and give me the sickle.
I sat down, she muttered something under her breath and moved the sickle around me. She walked and walked around me for about four minutes, then she laughed terribly – I jumped, and my heart sank somewhere into my stomach… I just sat there, and somehow felt uneasy inside.
Then she began to say that I was in pain – she said everything correctly, then she said, they say, they have jinxed you badly, that’s why all your ailments, but there’s nothing wrong with that. She poured water into a glass, whispered something into it and gave me a drink. Choking from fear and discomfort, I began to drink this water.
She started screaming again in a terrible voice, so I choked on my last sip of water. He bulged his eyes and clenched his teeth, afraid to cough. She told me:
“Get up, go out the door, don’t look back.” Your mother will catch up with you now.
That’s all I needed. I flew out of this hut with great joy. I got into the car, waiting for my mother…
I looked in the mirror and barely recognized myself – I became pale, my nose somehow became sharper, it even seemed to me that my hair had become shorter.
Soon the mother came too. She looked at me strangely and said that everything would be fine with me now – Grandma Vera promised.
I ask my mother why she screams so terribly in a voice that is not her own. She replied that there is a demon inside the old woman, and when she does something good for people, it makes the demon feel bad and begins to corrupt him.
And after this horror experience, I never set foot on grannies again…
Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark – Witches
Being a first-year student in an unfamiliar city, after the second session I seriously thought about finding housing, because the hostel was full of not the most pleasant people, it was impossible to study, and maintaining a scholarship was a matter of survival. Willy-nilly, I had to go to work, but there was no sign of McDonald’s at that time, and I worked through very dubious positions as a janitor, and then as a night security guard at a local convenience store.
Among the regulars of this nice establishment was a man of about forty. Quite smart, but lost, because more than once I kicked him to death drunk, rowdy and screaming, until one day he decided to come sober and tell me about the local devilry.
Here’s the thing. Previously, on the territory of the district where I studied and worked, there was a huge private sector (for it is a village), which one “authority” decided to lay his hands on, demolish everything to hell – why did he need this, the man could not clearly explain, he looked at me sternly , and I shut up.
And then an enchanting phantasmagoria about brutal bastards poured into my ears, from which I took the following – some voluntarily sold their houses and dumped them away, the rest were intimidated as best they could, some were maimed, some were even killed, but in the end they were left behind. in the entire sector of 20-30 yards there were only two crazy women who could not be broken through by anything.
They were about a hundred years old, the locals considered them witches, or something like that. They sent curses on that brother, which scared him a lot, and then he decided to burn the witches – and that was the end of it.
In general, he burned down their house, and two weeks later his leg “turned black and swollen,” and he died, writhing in hellish agony. Everything would have been fine, but when they cleared up the fire, they found dead but intact women in the cellar, the walls of which were scratched with all sorts of crosses, circles with stars painted in blood, which made everyone almost faint. They urgently buried the grandmothers, and tore down the basement as much as they could; everything else was filled up and filled up.
Time passed, everyone forgot about it, the land was built up, an anthill was built. But in place of the basement there remained a vacant lot with an abandoned construction site – something was burning there, there was not enough money, and the fearless Tajik builders fled from there on the very first day.
Apparently, the man wanted to impress or scare me with this story, but something different happened in my village, that’s why I said – I don’t care about all this, lies, provocation and never the truth. The man was terribly offended, but he couldn’t persuade him to go there and “take a look.”
The summer passed, I, already a seemingly seasoned sophomore, began to earn less when I started studying. And this guy somehow magically figured out how to catch me, and offered me a thousand rubles. I didn’t refuse, I demanded money in advance, took time off from work and went the next day. We came to that vacant lot, found a construction site, and went down to the basement. A hole was visible, as if the earth had subsided, but there was no devilry there. The cunning little man had already taken out a bottle and was drinking, and I was frankly bored.
In general, it’s one in the morning, two, three, the man has long been in bed and asleep. I gave up on everything and went to explore the construction site, where I met a white cat who purred and was generally very cute, following me everywhere. In a fit of kindness, I wanted to feed him and went to that same store for Whiskas, the cat went with me, after which I fed him and stroked him for a long time. I wanted to go back to looking for witch things, but the cat didn’t follow me, and I stayed with him, because I was too lazy to go alone, and the cat was more interesting.
The story could have ended there if the nightmare had not begun the next day. First, I was late to the university, where they called me on the carpet to the dean, which had never happened in my life, and in every possible way they instilled in me responsibility and punctuality.
Then I got into a fight with a friend because I allegedly “took his girlfriend to clubs” yesterday; I told him how I went to the vacant lot, but he didn’t believe me. After which they called me from work and made a huge fuss, because the one with whom I agreed on a replacement allegedly did not come (although I saw him myself). After that, I was somehow stunned, especially by the salary reduction.
There are coincidences in life, so I decided to stay up all night playing on the computer and skip university the next day. However, at night, around twelve o’clock, a disgusting, sticky chill crawled down my back, forcing me to look sharply back into the depths of the room.
Of course, there was no one there, but I pulled the curtains tightly, turned on the light and tried to cover my back as much as possible by turning the chair back to the wall (fortunately, the table was in the corner, so I just sat awkwardly).
But the disgusting feeling did not go away, but began to intensify, every now and then I nervously glanced at the crack under the door or at the curtains, then I began to be afraid of the shadow under the bed, and then I completely picked up my feet from the floor and froze in anticipation of something terrible.
Realizing that this was turning into outright hysteria, I quickly got dressed and rushed through the dark corridor, then through the entrance and jumped out onto the saving street,
There were absolutely no people, and I probably would have been glad if I even met a group of gopniks. Then I decided to find that same cat, because there was nothing to do, and inaction could lead to me going crazy. I went to the store where I bought him Whiskas and went on further searches. But he was nowhere to be found.
Then I decided to take a walk to the vacant lot, although my nerves were already on edge. I found him (or rather, heard a piercing meow) about fifty meters before that very place, rushed in that direction and saw that same drunkard man. By the way, he was somehow swollen, terribly smelly and moved strangely, as if he was very drunk (or on drugs) and couldn’t really control himself.
He, holding the cat by the leg, methodically and forcefully beat it against a piece of concrete, causing it to be covered in blood. The cat screamed heart-rendingly. It was as if something had come over me, my vision was blurry, I rushed at the man and first kicked him under the knees, knocked him down and kicked him for a long time in all parts of his body, but he only mumbled inaudibly and twitched. Then I came to my senses, grabbed the cat in my arms and ran to the nearest sleepless center of civilization in order to find a veterinarian somewhere urgently.
I remember everything next: how I pounded on the doors of the entrances, on the windows, and yelled on the street something like “Quickly call an ambulance!” At that moment, I was most afraid that the cat would die; it seemed to me that after that I would be left completely alone, and the madness that covered me in that room would haunt me all my life. like in everything: how he banged on the doors of the entrances, on the windows, yelled on the street something in the spirit of “Quickly call an ambulance!”
At that moment, I was most afraid that the cat would die; it seemed to me that after that I would be left completely alone, and the madness that covered me in that room would haunt me all my life. like in everything: how he banged on the doors of the entrances, on the windows, yelled on the street something in the spirit of “Quickly call an ambulance!” At that moment, I was most afraid that the cat would die; it seemed to me that after that I would be left completely alone, and the madness that covered me in that room would haunt me all my life.
I ran to the nearest hospital, where at first they refused to admit me, as soon as they realized that the blood in which my hands were smeared was not mine, but a cat’s, but I screamed, spat, threatened, and in the end the uncle-surgeon admitted me, examined the cat, washed his wounds, gave some injections, and then took him somewhere, and sent me to wash off the blood. An hour later I received the cat back in some kind of diaper, and with it the phone number of the veterinarian whom we had to go to in the morning.
I won’t describe the details of how I nursed him and how beautiful he became again. In the summer I took him home to the village, where he still seems to be living happily. But I didn’t see the man anymore, and I didn’t ask which of his drinking buddies, their faces became completely stupid and they just mumbled incomprehensibly in response to me.
Then I gave up on this matter, left my job for another, away from this hell, and made a conclusion for myself: never catch the various devils out there, because they themselves can find you if they want to.
And I’m still grateful to the cat for getting me out of this damn wasteland. They have now built a stadium there, but I still don’t go there.
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