Two Spooky Stories About Demons
Good evening, it’s Spooky Boo coming to you from Sandcastle, California–the world’s spookiest town. Why is Sandcastle the spookiest? Well, it’s fall of scary monsters and honestly I believe it is the land of purgatory. People wander the streets here with so many strange ideas going through their feeble minds that sometimes I wonder if they are even on the planet or they left their souls elsewhere. Perhaps they’re contemplating what evil they can come up with next. Oh heck even the animals weren’t silly enough to stay here 150 years ago, but when that gold rush came to play humans went all out for the gold! They didn’t care the land was tainted by hell itself! No they did not and now they’re paying for it. The greed of taking something that wasn’t theirs is finally paying off and not in a good way.
We’re safe here in Sandcastle as I tell you the spooky stories of the internet. I have two stories for you tonight. Two spooky stories about demons. These Creepypasta stories are written by the unknown writers of the forsaken dark world of the web. Not specifically the dark web, but sometimes it might as well be for these stories, while they may or may not be true, are creepy nonetheless.
Before I begin I’d like to thank the listeners and the Patreon members including madjoe, P.A. Nightmares on YouTube, Ivy Iverson, John Newby, Patrick, and 933TheVoltcom for without the listeners, Patrons, and sponsors this show would not be possible. To learn how you can support Spooky Boo’s Scary Story Time and Creepypasta Scary Stories visit the website at www.scarystorytime.com/support. Sign up for membership or buy a t-shirt to show your friends, it all helps. You can also share the program with your friends on social media as it really helps out a lot. Just search for Spooky Boo’s Scary Story Time on your favorite social media platform.
Now let’s begin…
Curious Eyes
A Creepypasta
So I received this email awhile back then not long after discovered what had really happened and here’s the newspaper clipping. Should I go make sure her mom is okay? I didn’t know if I should share this or not but I think I should now. I’ve done a lot of research and have never heard of anything like what she describes. Please let me know if you have. I’ve always loved cats but been deathly allergic to them. I used to joke that cats would be the death of me but this isn’t quite how I expected it to be. I remember the first time I was around a cat I reacted so badly because I didn’t know I was allergic and had it up by my face. My eyes and throat swelled shut and I ran to my mom and scared the hell out of her. Obviously I was rushed to the hospital.
I was 8 and we had just moved into a new house in a new state. It was in the mountains of Tennessee which I liked because I was fascinated with nature and animals. The house was old and beat down and kind of gave me the creeps though. Everything was new and different and my mind turned anything odd into a terrible beast. For instance there was a mannequin in a bathtub in our basement for some reason and its arm was sticking up. Our washer and dryer were down there and you had to go outside to get in the basement. The first time I saw it was doing my laundry after dark and I screamed and went running upstairs leaving the washer open and running with my clothes all over the floor. My parents found it funny that I thought some mad murderer was in the basement and my dad took me down there to show me it was nothing dangerous, just a dress mannequin.
I also noticed that my bedroom door looked like someone had stabbed a hole in it in some mad rage but chalked it up to some kid making a spy hole and thus used it as such since my parents room was across from mine. At the time, me and my brother were sharing a room because we were still so young.
After that me and my brother who was 10 of course got curious and adventurous. Having exploring hikes in the woods but never actually going far, treasure hunts, the usual kids things. We started getting bored with the outside and curious about the attic outside of our room that the landlord told my parents to stay out of. So, one day when our parents were out chopping wood for the fireplace, yes the house was that old, we decided to get a chair, tie a jump-rope to the handle and open it.
Rickety wooden stairs unfolded noisily and we stared up into the darkness. My brother went and got a flashlight and I made him go up first and followed close behind and to the side peeking around him then he started shining the flashlight around.
Inside were the usual things, old junk, clothes, a broken TV, boxes, skeletons, chests…skeletons? He jerked the flashlight back and we both froze in terror. There were 4 slumped over skeletons in a corner of the attic. I covered my mouth as I gazed at them. One looked to be adult, 2 were about the size of kids me and my brothers size, and a somewhat large cat.
I gasped and took a step back and it heard me. That feline creature of bones heard me and raised its head at which point my brother gasped too. It stood up and started walking towards us, somehow held together by some invisible force. We both screamed and ran down the stairs, shut the attic door, and ran out to our parents.
My brother frantically started telling them what happened while I just cried trying to catch my breath. Thoughts raced through my head. How can something without ears hear me? How could something without eyes see us? How can something with no muscles move? How can something dead be alive? I was so confused and scared.
Of course our parents had the usual reaction of thinking it was us having active imaginations then got onto us for getting into the attic when we were told not to. I went back inside with them but pulled a chair in the hall and cut the jump rope from it with my pocket knife. I never wanted to be in there again.
About 4 years later I saw it again but it was even worse. I hadn’t seen it in so long that I had almost forgotten about it. I had my best friend over to spend the night again and we had been having the usual preteen fun since I was 12 and she was 13. Doing stuff like watching movies, staying up talking later than we should, painting each others nails, the usual stuff. By the time we actually went to sleep it was really late and everyone else in the house was already asleep.
I woke up in the middle of the night in my dim room to her shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes slightly and asked what was wrong. She asked me why I had a cat even though I was allergic to them. I gave her a really confused look and asked what the hell she was talking about and she pointed. Opposite of my bed was a computer desk in front of the window. My room was a bit of a mess so I didn’t see anything at first but when I did I was horrified. Sitting in the leg space of my desk was a freakishly large gray tabby cat. It was tall enough that its ears, or what was left of them rather, were almost touching the keyboard tray.
I tried to rationalize it as me dreaming or a window had been left open and it wandered in. As I did so it stared at me with knowing eyes, too wise for such a creature, and full of hunger. It opened its mouth and let out a long yowl and I saw its teeth were longer than seemed logical so I sat up to get ready to leave the room. It started slowly walking towards us, like a lion on the prowl. Slow and careful steps. As it did, chunks of fur, skin, and muscle fell off of it. We both screamed and ran for the door and it leaped at us just as the door closed. I heard it thud against the door and I held the handle to the door to keep it closed, crying. Some clawing for awhile then silence. I looked and there was its eye, watching me through the hole in the door.
My friend started banging on my parents’ bedroom door and my brother was already up and running in their from his room. He had his small pocket knife out, ready to defend me, his little sister. I was leaning back to keep the door closed shaking my head with my eyes closed and crying. He saw its eye as well and jumped in terror then jammed his knife in the hole. We heard the cat yowl out in pain once then silence.
When he pulled out his knife there were maggots on it and he dropped it to the floor. My parents woke up and saw the scratches covering the inside of my bedroom door but thought we were all playing a joke on them and were angry about being woken up in the middle of the night. Me, my brother, and my friend spent the rest of the night in the living room, too terrified to go near the attic or my room.
The next night my parents tried to make me sleep in there but I refused to so they let me sleep on the couch once more but said only that one time. So, I “accidentally” broke the window in my room. I knew my parents couldn’t afford to replace the window. I was severely punished but it was worth it to have a reason not to be in that room after dark. I know it doesn’t seem possible for it to somehow get in my room no problem but not be able to get past a 12 year old girl but I didn’t dare question it too much, I was just thankful I was alive.
The beast left me alone for another 4 years until I was 16 and had just moved out of that house into a new one. I was so thankful but had tried to push those memories aside as nothing more than a kid scared of the dark. After I moved I went out with my boyfriend after school one day. We were just randomly driving about when we came to the road that lead up the mountain. I froze and got chills thinking of it and he asked me what was wrong. I told him that was my old house that I’d lived it for more than 7 years. He decided he wanted to see where I grew up no matter how much I protested so up the mountain we went.
It was the longest drive up that mountain road I could ever recall but I suppose that was just because of the dread I felt, approaching that house which I had hoped to never have to see again. He drove up the destroyed driveway which felt like it was jarring me out of my seat with all the ruts in the mud and gravel. We stopped outside the house which was still a good distance from the front door.
The house was still empty from us moving out which wasn’t too surprising. I refused to get out but he started walking up to the door. I told him not to go in even if it was unlocked. He placed his hand on the door and I screamed for him to come back. Begging him not to open it. He finally did and then heard hissing and yowling from inside which made him jump. He didn’t look at the window but I already was. Through the window beside the door I saw it again. It was there, still waiting for me. Rotting as I watched it, one eye fell out. The one my brother had stabbed. Then all of its fur, then the skin then muscle. It continued yowling and I got out and dragged him back to the car begging him to leave no matter how many questions he asked.
What I hadn’t noticed is that he had turned the knob. Just enough for the door to be able to open. I guess the cat-thing didn’t notice at first either, but boy was it pissed. When we got home I tried to tell him about everything that had happened and what that thing was. He called me a psycho bitch and said I needed to get help and left me home alone.
I thought it was still at the house. It couldn’t have followed me because it couldn’t get out. Besides, how could it keep up with a car especially without me noticing so I thought I was safe to go out for a walk to weep the loss of my asshole boyfriend.
I had been walking for a bit in the woods around my new home and it was starting to get dark so I turned to head back. I started walking then heard something else moving around and picked up my pace. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a small gray tabby cat walking. I tried to believe it was just a normal stray cat and I really was just crazy, had imagined it all. Then, it started to grow. It was getting bigger but its skin was just getting tighter. I closed my eyes now almost running but trying not to alarm it so it didn’t know I saw it. Maybe it would wait to attack if it thought it was still in hiding. Bones burst through its fur and flesh and I saw its organs and guts start falling out.
I could see my house but so could the cat and it stopped and crouched. I shouldn’t say cat at this point because it was the size of a cougar by now and was nothing but bones. I still couldn’t help questioning how it was possible for nothing but bones to stay together and move. I couldn’t hold back my terror anymore and broke into a run, pushing my legs as fast as I could. I could feel my lungs straining because of my asthma, my mind racing with terrible mental visions of what it might do if I stopped. My heart pounding, the smell of dead animal, the sound of each step or rather leap it took. Its hunger and anger were so strong I could almost feel it. It was hungry and I was its meal that was getting away.
Luckily I saw my parents’ vehicle so I knew someone would be there to help me. I stopped just long enough to open the door but that was long enough for it to catch up and I felt the searing pain as I screamed wrenching the door open and falling inside on the floor in a pile of sobs. I heard the fabric of my jacket and shirt tear. I could feel something running down my back and the pain that wouldn’t stop all over my back.
I was getting light headed but it wasn’t there anymore. It didn’t follow me in. I was safe for now. My mother screamed at the sight of my gored back and started yelling something about 9-1-1 to my father. Everything was getting black and I thought this was the end. My mom started talking to me, telling me to stay awake, asking what happened. I could only get out a few words between the pain and the shortness of breath. I heard my dad on the phone frantically saying something about me and blood everywhere.
“Cat. Big. Scary. DEAD.”
Then I passed out. Next thing I knew I was waking up in the hospital. I started to move and felt pain shoot through my back and cried out which woke my mother sleeping by my bed. She asked what happened and for fear of her not believing me, I told her I didn’t know. She told me what I said and that everyone is guessing I was attacked by a cougar that ran off when it saw more people. She assumed the dead part was me thinking I was going to die. I’m 20 now and it’s spring. Same time of year it’s been every other time I’ve seen it. I keep seeing something peering at me on the way home from work in the trees. I see that knowing eye, one eye ruined. That skeletal body with abnormally long teeth. In some ways, it kind of reminds me of pictures I’ve seen of the skeletons of Sabre tooth tigers but all of its teeth are long, not just the fangs but the fangs are the longest. It still has its claws. Every night it seems to be closer and closer to my home. Like it is taunting me with the knowledge that soon it will come for me.
I’m sitting at the library right now typing this. Last night it was almost there, only a few blocks away. I haven’t told anyone about this ’till now, but I’m telling you. I know you might not believe it but you are my best friend. I probably won’t be around much longer and someone needs to know what really happened and how those morbid scars really got on my back. If I do die this time, don’t try to find it. I don’t think it can die.
I did some research about that house. Apparently some family used to live there. When the mother left, the father eventually went nuts and killed their kids then himself. He killed the kids in the room that was mine, and that must be why that hole was there. Then, he took their bodies up to the attic and killed himself too and the cat got stuck up there with them. When they were found, they realized the cat had started eating the bodies for food and tried to attack the police officers and was shot on sight. Makes me wonder how I saw the skeletons of the family at all. Shouldn’t they have been moved and buried and all that?
Please make sure that thing can never hurt anyone again. It seems to have some grudge for me. Even though I guess I’m the one who let it out. I pray it never hurts anyone again.
—–BREAK—–
Just a quick note before I continue to the break and a new story, I’d like to invite you to my website at www.scarystorytime.com where you can find links to the story text, merchandise, the horror forum, and other spooky fun! Become a free member today and get notifications of new episodes and info. I can’t wait to see you there!
We’ll be right back after this message
—–END BREAK—–
Dark of the Corner
I felt like it was going to be a night like any other, ya know, laying in my bed for hours, just staring at the ceiling with nothing to do because of my insomnia. Ever since I was diagnosed with insomnia, I’ve never been the same.
I lost sleep, my grades plummeted, and my friends didn’t want to hang around me anymore because I was hardly ever awake.
Although, whenever I tried to sleep I kept getting the strangest feeling… as if someone were watching me. Most people feel like they’re being watched when they’re alone in the dark, but no.
This feeling followed me wherever I went, I couldn’t even walk down the street without getting chills down my spine. I started to get used to the chills… Then, I began to hear things.
Every waking moment of everyday, I would start hearing high-pitched whispers in my ears. What were they saying to me? No idea. I had no idea what was making these noises or where it was coming from, but they needed to stop. The voice kept telling me to do psychotic things.
As odd as it may sound… It almost gave me the urge to… Hurt someone. I know it sounds crazy but it made me feel as if I really wanted to kill someone. Hurt them, watch them cry. These whispers, I hated them. I hated all of it.
Before any of this even happened I was fine. The normal kid outside throwing a football around with his dad. Not anymore, I’ve changed. I’ve changed way too much. In a way I felt attached to these whispers. No not the whispers, the thing causing the whispers. Sometimes it almost felt too close for comfort.
I honestly can’t tell you how I felt. The only way I can really describe these whispers is… tempting. I can’t really explain why, but these whispers made me feel as if… as if needed to do this. As if it was my job to do what it said…
It was like any other normal day. Tossing and turning. Sitting in that room full of silence, when I started having visions. They weren’t normal, let me tell you that. Trippy effects, neon colors flashing before my eyes. I wouldn’t really call them dreams considering they weren’t something a normal kid would dream about, or at least not what I think they would. Should I call it a nightmare? Yeah, that one sounds better. Anyways, I saw this person flash by a few times.
Actually no — scratch that, it wasn’t human. It was this creature. A demonic creature. It was naked, I could see it’s whole bare body. Nothing but a cloth had covered in between its thighs. It was a small dark figure, almost shadow-like… but with a human shape. It’s face consisted of two dark black pupils. It’s smile was vicious, and I could see it’s sharp rotting fangs hanging out of its mouth.
The things head I wasn’t too sure about. It had these horns, kind of like a ram’s horns. I didn’t know what to think of this. All I knew was that at this moment that screeching, yet whispering creature could not keep taunting me like this. It was the reason for my insomnia, my anxiety, my everything. I kept hearing the faint-menacing whisper. It told me to… to kill my parents. I sat there in shock as “it” sat there in the dark of the corner, grinning.
“No, you’re not real. I won’t do it. I’m not –”, before I could even reply the creature jumped on my bed and stabbed a foreign, sharp object into my ribcage. I felt the cold blade puncture my skin, and the warm blood, trickle down my body; It looked me right in my face with a satanic grin and replied… “I came from the darkness at half past four, I entered your bedroom, but not from the door, If don’t kill them before half past five, no one in your house will be left alive”.
I jolted from my bed. Heart racing, my fingers were clutching my bed sheets. I wiped the sweat off of my forehead and took a few deep breaths. I looked down at my stomach, no stab wound. With a sigh of relief I looked at my alarm clock. “4:28”. I stood up from my bed and looked over at my closet. The door was opened.
I recalled shutting that.. I remembered. I narrowed my eyes and stared at it for a few long-lasting seconds. I then remembered the dreadful nightmare I had, I walked backward into the far right corner of my room and began to motion my body down the wall until I had hit the floor. “No this can’t be happening, this can’t be real. Not me no this isn’t true.” I put my head in between my knees and sobbed. My sobs began turning into laughs. Moments later I lifted and realized I was no longer sobbing, I was laughing. I looked at the clock again.
“4:38”. I jumped to my feet.
“Half past four.” I whispered.
I stood there in shock. What has happened? Could what that creature had said to me be… true? Would it really kill me and my parents if I didn’t kill them myself? Was this creature even real in the first place? …I didn’t want to take any chances, I didn’t like my parents anyways. Especially my father. As a child, he’d compare me to my sister. A smart, successful, brilliant woman.
Unlike me. I’m a horrible insomniatic student who slept through most of their classes and didn’t even try most of the time. My father always told me how much of a failure I was compared to her. God, I hated him so much. My mother on the other hand, wasn’t as bad at torturing me as him. She was much nicer to me. At some points, she’d even yell at my father for being so harsh on me. It didn’t matter now. They were both going to get what they deserved.
I slowly crept down the stairs and made my way into the kitchen. I grabbed a kitchen knife from one of the drawers and looked at the oven clock. “5:08”. I was running out of time. As I walked into my parent’s bedroom I noticed the creature’s small, black, piercing eyes peering at me through the darkness. It was screaming at me, “Do it… DO it.. DO IT!”
I held the knife above my head and screamed “LEAVE. ME. ALONE”. My parents awoke to the image of me standing there holding a knife, about to brutally murder both of them. My father jumped out of his bed, tackling me to the floor. As my father tried to wrestle the knife out of my hand, my mother was calling 911. Less than 10 minutes later the police showed up and lugged me out of the bedroom. As they were dragging me through the halls I looked back at the clock. 5:23. I was so close… this could’ve all been over, if only I’d had a few more seconds. I could’ve finished this…
Seconds after the police officers threw me in the back of the cruiser, I blacked out. I woke up minutes later, the cruiser was driving down a long road to the police station. It was raining. I looked out the window and it seemed as if I went deaf for a moment. All I could hear was a faint whisper in the distance, “It was half past four, now half past five. Neither you or your parents, will be left alive.”
I snapped out of the trance and looked at the clock in the car…
“5:31”. My eyes didn’t leave that clock for what seemed like hours, trying to portray what was going to happen, in my mind. Seconds later, one of the officer’s walkie-talkies starts going off. It’s from the officer who was interrogating my parents at my house.
He said he went to get his notepad out of the car and when he came back… they were dead. They had stab wounds all over their backs and their throats were slit. However, there was one thing that stood out along wreck… The time, “5:30” written in blood on the wall…
“M-my parents, t-they’re… Dead.” The car pulls over to the side of the road and the two officers just sit there…
Unable to comprehend what has just happened. After about 3 minutes of sitting in silence the cruiser starts back up and continues down the road, the men don’t even glimpse back at me. We arrive at the police station minutes later. I was greeted by two muscular men who suited me up in a tight straight-jacket and throw me into a white, padded, windowless cell.
I sit there and think, and think. I can’t remember how long I’ve been thinking at this point. Days? Months? Years? I can’t remember. All I know is that this is my life now… sitting in my padded cell where all my screams for help are ignored and my requests for help are disposed of. I just sit here day after day, after day. Awaiting for this creature to save me from this inescapable nightmare. If you’re reading this then please, I beg of you. Take my advice… Don’t look at the thing in the dark of the cor–
ENDING
Hey it’s Spooky Boo. I’d love to know what you thought of today’s stories. Let me know by visiting my website at www.scarystorytime.com and making a comment or on social media. Just search your favorite for Spooky Boo’s Scary Story Time.
On Saturday nights come and visit my YouTube channel at 7 PM Pacific where I tell these stories and more. Some readings are live and some are prerecorded. We might also talk about scary movies, scary books, and anything else spooky! The chat room is also open for all of us to shoot the breeze and have some fun. Check it out at YouTube.com/spookybooscarystorytime.
That’s all for tonight. I’ll see you in your nightmares.
