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4 scariest horror stories of our childhood. You will turn gray as for the first time!

Remember, we told each other in the camps about the red hand and black curtains? And there was always such a master of storytelling, in which a familiar story took on the outlines of a long and exciting thriller no worse than King's.

We recalled four such stories. Don't read them in the dark!

black curtains

One girl's grandmother died. When she was dying, she called the girl's mother to her and said:

Do what you want with my room, but do not hang black curtains there.

They hung white curtains in the room, and now the girl began to live there. And everything was fine.

But one day she went with the bad guys to burn tires. They decided to burn the tires in the cemetery, right on one old grave that had collapsed. They began to argue about who would set it on fire, they drew lots with matches, and it fell out to set fire to the girl. So she set fire to the tire, and from there the smoke will go right into her eyes. Painfully! She screamed, the guys got scared for her and dragged her to the hospital by the hands. But she doesn't see anything.

At the hospital, she was told that it was a miracle that her eyes had not been burned out, and they prescribed a regimen - to stay at home with eyes closed and that the room was always dark and dark. And don't go to school. And no fire can be seen until he recovers!

Then mother began to look for dark curtains in the girl's room. I searched and searched, but there are no dark ones, only white, yellow, green light ones. And black ones. There is nothing to do, she bought black curtains and hung the girl in the room.

The next day my mother hung them up and went to work. And the girl sat down homework write at the table. She sits and feels something touch her elbow. She shook, looked, but there was nothing but curtains next to her elbow. And so several times.

The next day, she feels that something is touching her shoulders. He jumps up, but there is nothing around, only the curtains hang nearby.

On the third day, she immediately moved the chair to the far end of the table. Sitting, writing lessons, and something touches her neck! The girl jumped up and ran to the kitchen, and did not enter the room.

Mom came, the lessons were not written, she began to scold the girl. And the girl began to cry and ask her mother not to leave her in that room.

Mom says:

You can't be such a coward! Look, I will sit at your table all night while you sleep, so that you know that there is nothing to worry about.

In the morning the girl wakes up, calls her mother, but her mother is silent. The girl began to cry loudly from fear, the neighbors came running, and her mother was sitting dead at the table. They took her to the morgue.

Then the girl went to the kitchen, took the matches, returned to the bedroom and set fire to the black curtains. They were burned, but her eyes bled out.

Sister

One girl's father died, and her mother was very poor, did not work and did not know how, and they had to sell the apartment. They went to the old grandmother's house in the village, the grandmother had died two years ago, and no one lived there. But it was decent there, because a neighbor cleaned up there for money. And the girl and her mother began to live there. The girl was far from going to school, and she was given such a certificate that she studies at home, and only goes to school in the regional center by the end of the quarter, so she and her mother sat at home all day, only sometimes they went to the store, also in the district center. And my mother was pregnant, and her belly was growing.

He grew for a long, long time, and grew twice as much as usual, for such a long time the child was not born. Then her mother apparently went to the store in the winter, and she was gone for almost a week, the girl was exhausted: she was scared at home alone, it was black in the windows, the electricity was intermittent, snowdrifts were piled up to the very windows. The food was running out, but her neighbor fed her. And then late in the evening, or at night, there was a knock on the door and the mother's voice called out to the girl. The girl opened the door and her mother came in. She was all pale, with blue circles around her eyes, thin and tired. She gave birth to a child and held him in her arms, wrapped in some kind of shabby skin, maybe even a dog. The girl quickly closed the door, put the child on the table, began to undress her mother - she was very cold, she was all icy. In the iron stove, the girl made a fire, near this stove they warmed themselves in the evenings, and seated her mother in an old armchair, and then went to see the child.

I unfolded it slowly, and there was such a child that it was immediately clear that this was not a newborn or even a baby. There's another girl three years or four, the face is small and angry, and there are no arms or legs.

Oh mom, who is this? - the girl asked, and the mother says:

All babies are ugly at first. When your sister grows up, everything will be all right. Give it to me.

She took the baby in her arms and began to breastfeed. And that girl sucks her breasts, as if nothing had happened, and looks at the first girl cunningly and viciously.

And their names were Nastya and Olya, Olya is the one without arms and legs.

And this Olya herself ran and jumped very well, that is, she crawled very quickly, on her stomach. And she jumped on it, and she managed, like a caterpillar, to put herself upright and with her teeth, for example, to grab something and pull on herself. There was no rescue from her. She overturned, gnawed, spoiled everything, and her mother ordered Nastya to clean up after her, because Nastya was the eldest, and also because her mother was now all the time ill, she was sick and even slept strangely, with open eyes like she was just in a swoon. Now Nastya cooked for herself, and ate separately from her mother, because her mother had some kind of her own diet for nursing. Life has become absolutely disgusting. If Nastya didn’t eat and didn’t clean up after the dirty trick Olya, then her mother sent her either for firewood or to do her homework, and Nastya spent the whole day and the whole evening solving and solving problems and writing exercises, and she also taught all kinds of physics so as to retell everything, not stuttering over a single word. Mom did almost nothing, she fed Olya all the time or rested between feedings, because the nursing woman gets very tired, and everything was on Nastya, and Olya was washed too, and Olya writhed and laughed disgustingly, it was still a pleasure to wash her from poop. But Nastya endured everything for the sake of her mother.

So a month or two passed, and the winter only became colder, and everything around was covered in snowdrifts, and the light bulbs that hung in the rooms directly without chandeliers were blinking all the time and were very dim.

Suddenly, Nastya began to notice that someone was coming up to her at night and breathing over her face. At first she thought it was her mother, as before, looking to see if she was sleeping well and if the blanket had slipped, and then she looked through her eyelashes, and this was Olya standing by the bed and looking at her, and smiling so much that her heart was in her heels .

Then Olya noticed that Nastya was looking, and said in a disgusting voice:

Who asked you to watch when you don't have to? Now I will bite off your fingers. Finger per night. And then I'll eat my hands. And so my hands will grow.

And she immediately bit off Nastya's little finger on her hand, and blood poured out from there. Nastya lay as if in a daze, but she jumped up from the pain and screamed! But mom still sleeps, and Olya laughs and jumps.

Okay, - said Nastya. “I still can’t do anything with you.

And lay down as if to sleep. And even fell asleep.

And in the morning Olya crap one's pants again, and mother told Nastya to wash her. It’s good that there was still firewood in the house, because it was already impossible to reach the woodpile because of the snowdrifts, and also to the well, Nastya took water directly from the snow for a bath, scooped up snow with a bucket and warmed it up on the stove. The wound from the bitten off finger was very painful, but Nastya did not say anything to her mother. She took Olya and began to bathe her in a baby bath, which they found in the attic when they moved. Olya, as always, wriggles and giggles, and Nastya began to drown her. Then Olya parted, fought terribly, bit Nastya's hands, but Nastya drowned her anyway, and she stopped breathing, and then Nastya put her on the table and saw that her mother was still looking at the stove and did not notice anything. And then Nastya lost consciousness, because a lot of blood flowed from the bites.

During the night, the house was covered with snow so that the neighbor was frightened and called rescuers. They came and dug up the house, and found inside a girl in a swoon, with bitten hands, a dead mummified woman and a wooden doll without arms and legs.

Nastya was then sent to an orphanage for the deaf and dumb. She was actually mute, she spoke with her mother with her hands.

The girl who played the piano

One girl with her mother and father moved into a new apartment, very beautiful, large, with a hall, a kitchen, a bathroom, two bedrooms, and in the hall there was a German piano made of cherry wood. Do you know what polished cherrywood looks like? It is dark red and glistens like blood.

The piano was very necessary, because the girl went to learn to play the piano in the house of culture.
And something strange happened to the girl in the new apartment. She began to play this piano at night, although she did not like it very much before. It played softly, but audibly.

At first, her parents did not scold her, they thought she would play enough and stop, but the girl did not stop.

They enter the hall, she is standing near the piano, she is playing notes on the piano, and she is looking at her parents. They scold her, she is silent.

Then they began to close the piano with a key.

But the girl does not understand how every night she still opened the piano and played it.

They began to shame her, punish her, but she still plays the piano at night.

They began to lock her bedroom. And she does not know how to get out and play again.

Then she was told that she would be sent to a boarding school. She cried and cried, they told her, give me an honest pioneer word that you won’t play anymore, but she is silent again. They sent me to boarding school.

And the next day, someone strangled her mom and dad at night.

They began to look for someone who could strangle them, asked the girl if she knew something. And then she told.
She didn't play the red piano. Every night she was woken up by flying white hands and told to flip notes while they played the piano. And she didn't tell anyone, because she was afraid and because no one would believe anyway.

Then the investigator says to her:

I believe you.

Because in this apartment used to live pianist. He was arrested for wanting to poison the government. When they were arrested, he began to ask that they not beat his hands, because he needed his hands to play the piano. Then one NKVD officer said that he would make sure that the NKVD did not touch his hands, took the shovel from the janitor and chopped off both hands. And from this the pianist died.

And this nkvdsheshnik was the girl's dad.

Wrong girl

In the class, a girl named Katya has a new teacher. He had evil eyes, but everyone praised him very much, because he spoke in a kind voice and because if a student did not obey him for a long time, then the teacher invited him to drink tea, and after tea the student became the most obedient child in the world and spoke only when asked. And already all the students in the girl's class became obedient, only the girl herself was still ordinary.

Once, the mother sent the girl to bring some purchases to the teacher home, which he asked to do. The girl came, the teacher sat her down to drink tea in the kitchen and said:

Sit quietly here and don't go to the basement.

And he took the purchases and went with them to the attic.

The girl drank tea, but the teacher does not come. She began to wander around the rooms, look at the photographs and paintings on the walls. She was walking over the stairs to the basement, and the ring that her grandmother gave her fell off her finger. The girl decided to quickly get off the ring and sit in the kitchen, as if nothing had happened.

She went down to the basement, looks around, and there are basins of blood all around. In some lies the intestines, in others the liver, in the third the brains, in the fourth - the eyes. And looks, after all, human eyes! She was frightened and how she would scream!

Then the teacher entered the basement with a large knife. looked and said:

You are a bad, worthless, wrong Katya.

He grabbed Katya's braids and cut them off.

From this hair I will make good, correct Kate's hair. And now I need your skin. I'll put the glass eyes in the right Katya, which your mother bought for me, but I need real skin.

And the knife raised again.

Katya began to run around the basement, and the teacher stands at the stairs and laughs:

There is no other way out of this basement, run and run until you fall, then it will become easier to peel off your skin.

Then the girl calmed down and decided to cheat. Went straight for him. It goes and everything is shaking, and suddenly nothing happens. And he will kill her and put her in basins, and an obedient doll will go home instead of her.

And the teacher laughs and shows the knife.

Then the girl suddenly tore off the beads from her neck, which her grandmother also gave, and how she threw the teacher in the face! Right in the eyes and in the mouth! The teacher recoiled, his eyes were filled with blood and did not see anything. He tried to throw himself at the girl, but the beads had already fallen to the floor, rolled away, he slipped on them and fell. And the girl jumped on his head with both feet, and he lost consciousness. And then she got out of the basement and ran to the police.

The teachers were then shot. In another city where he used to work, he replaced the whole school with walking dolls.

hungry doll

One girl with mom and dad moved into another apartment. And in the room, which is for children, there was a doll nailed to the wall with nails. Dad tried to pull out the nails, but he couldn't. Left it like that.

So the girl went to bed, and suddenly the doll moves its head, opens its eyes, looks at the girl and says in a terrible voice:

Give me some red food!

The girl was frightened, and the doll says it in a bass voice again and again.

Then the girl went to the kitchen, cut her finger, took a spoonful of blood, came and poured it into the doll's mouth. And the doll calmed down.

The next night it's the same again. And to the next one. So the girl gave her blood to the doll for a week and began to lose weight and turn pale.

And on the seventh day, the doll drank the blood and said in her terrible voice:

Listen, crazy, do you have any jam at home at all?

Stories told by Lilith Mazikina

Illustrations: Shutterstock

From 28-12-2019, 21:28

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(Arthur Conan Doyle. "Study in Scarlet")

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10 short but very scary bedtime stories

If you need to work at night and coffee is no longer working, read these stories. Cheer up. Brrr.

faces in portraits

One person got lost in the forest. He wandered for a long time and, in the end, at dusk came across a hut. There was no one inside, and he decided to go to bed. But he could not fall asleep for a long time, because portraits of some people hung on the walls, and it seemed to him that they were looking at him ominously. He eventually fell asleep from exhaustion. In the morning he was awakened by a bright sunlight. There were no pictures on the walls. They were windows.

Count to five

One winter, four students from a mountaineering club get lost in the mountains and are caught in a snowstorm. They managed to get to an abandoned and empty house. There was nothing in it to keep warm, and the guys realized that they would freeze if they fell asleep in this place. One of them suggested this. Everyone stands in a corner of the room. First, one runs to the other, pushes him, he runs to the third, and so on. So they will not fall asleep, and the movement will warm them. Until the morning they ran along the walls, and in the morning they were found by rescuers. When the students later spoke of their salvation, someone asked, “If there is one person in each corner, then when the fourth reaches the corner, there should be no one there. Why didn't you stop then?" The four looked at each other in horror. No, they never stopped.

Damaged film

One girl-photographer decided to spend the day and night alone, in the deep forest. She was not afraid, because it was not the first time she went hiking. All day she photographed trees and grasses with a film camera, and in the evening she settled down to sleep in her small tent. The night passed quietly, the horror overtook her only a few days later. All four coils produced excellent shots, with the exception of last frame. All the photographs showed her sleeping peacefully in her tent in the darkness of the night.

call from babysitter

somehow married couple decided to go to the movies and leave the kids with a babtsitter. They put the children to bed, so the young woman just had to stay at home just in case. Soon the girl became bored, and she decided to watch TV. She called her parents and asked them for permission to turn on the TV. Naturally, they agreed, but she had one more request… she asked if she could cover the statue of an angel outside the window with something, because it made her nervous. For a second, the phone went silent, and then the father, who spoke to the girl, said: “Take the children and run out of the house ... we will call the police. We don't have a statue of an angel." The police found everyone at home dead. The statue of the angel was never found.

Who's there?

About five years ago, late at night, there were 4 short calls at my door. I woke up, got angry and did not open it: I did not expect anyone. On the second night someone called again 4 times. I looked out the peephole, but there was no one behind the door. During the day I told this story, and joked that, perhaps, death had the wrong door. On the third evening, a friend came to see me and stayed up late. The doorbell rang again, but I pretended not to notice anything to check if I was hallucinating. But he heard everything perfectly and, after my story, exclaimed: “Let's deal with these jokers!” and ran out into the yard. That night I saw him last time. No, he didn't disappear. But on the way home, he was beaten by a drunken company, and he died in the hospital. The calls have stopped. I remembered this story because last night I heard three short knocks at the door.

Twin

My girlfriend wrote today that she did not know that I have such a charming brother, and even a twin! It turns out that she had just stopped by my house, not knowing that I was late at work until the night, and he met her there. He introduced himself, offered coffee, told a few funny stories from childhood and walked to the elevator.

I don't even know how to tell her that I don't have a brother.

raw mist

It was in the mountains of Kyrgyzstan. The climbers set up camp near a small mountain lake. Around midnight, everyone wanted to sleep. Suddenly, a noise was heard from the side of the lake: either crying, or laughter. Friends (there were five of them) decided to check what was the matter. They did not find anything near the shore, but they saw a strange fog in which white lights shone. The guys went to the lights. We took only a couple of steps towards the lake ... And then one who was walking last noticed that he was standing knee-deep in icy water! He jerked the two closest to him, they came to their senses and climbed out of the fog. But the two that went ahead disappeared into the fog and water. It was impossible to find them in the cold, in the dark. In the early morning, the survivors hurried for the rescuers. They didn't find anyone. And by evening, those two who had just plunged into the fog died.

Photo of a girl

One high school student was bored at the lesson and looked out the window. On the grass, he saw a photograph thrown by someone. He went out into the yard and picked up a picture: it turned out to be a very beautiful girl. She was wearing a dress, red shoes, and she showed a V sign with her hand. The guy began to ask everyone if they had seen this girl. But no one knew her. In the evening, he put the photo near the bed, and at night he was awakened by a quiet sound, as if someone was scratching at the glass. A woman's laughter echoed in the darkness outside the window. The boy left the house and began to look for the source of the voice. He quickly moved away, and the guy did not notice how, hurrying after him, he ran out onto the roadway. He was hit by a car. The driver jumped out of the car and tried to save the victim, but it was too late. And then the man noticed a photograph on the ground beautiful girl. She was wearing a dress, red shoes and she was showing three fingers.

Grandma Martha

This story was told to the granddaughter by the grandfather. As a child, he ended up with his brothers and sisters in the village, which was approached by the Germans. The adults decided to hide the children in the forest, in the forester's house. We agreed that Baba Martha would bring food to them. But it was strictly forbidden to return to the village. So the children lived through May and June. Every morning Martha left food in the barn. At first, the parents also ran, but then they stopped. The children looked at Marfa through the window, she turned and silently, sadly looked at them and baptized the house. One day two men came up to the house and called the children with them. They were partisans. The children learned from them that their village had been burned down a month ago. Baba Marfa was also killed.

Do not open the door!

The twelve-year-old girl lived with her father. They had great relationship. One day, my father was going to stay late at work and said that he would return late at night. The girl waited for him, waited, and finally went to bed. She had a strange dream: her father was standing on the other side of a busy highway and was shouting something to her. She barely heard the words, "Don't... open... the door." And then the girl woke up from the call. She jumped out of bed, ran to the door, looked through the peephole and saw her father's face. The girl was about to open the lock, as she remembered the dream. And the father's face was somehow strange. She stopped. The bell rang again.
- Dad?
Ding, ding, ding.
- Dad, answer me!
Ding, ding, ding.
- Is there someone with you?
Ding, ding, ding.
- Dad, why aren't you answering? The girl almost cried.
Ding, ding, ding.
- I won't open the door until you answer me!
The doorbell rang and rang, but my father was silent. The girl sat huddled in the corner of the hallway. This went on for about an hour, then the girl fell into oblivion. At dawn, she woke up and realized that the doorbell was no longer ringing. She crept up to the door and looked through the peephole again. Her father was still standing there, looking straight at her. The girl cautiously opened the door and screamed. Her father's severed head was nailed to the door at eye level.
Attached to the doorbell was a note with only two words: "Smart girl."