Good evening, it’s Spooky Boo here to tell you more spooky stories of Halloween. Tonight I have stories about people who vanish in the night. Those who disappear on Halloween seldom return, but why? Maybe some of these Halloween Creepypasta stories will tell you why.
Now let’s begin…
Credited to Anne Dugan
I can’t stop running… because he’ll be behind me. I know that he will catch up to me. That man… no… that thing… that monster.
I will take you a few hours back.
It is October 13th, 2003. Five of my friends and I made a dare… stay in the old abandoned school yard at the edge of town overnight… bring no weapons, no cellphones… nothing but the clothes on our backs and a flashlight in handy. And one particular rule that I would later come to regret… do not meet up with each other. You are to stay alone in a separate parts of the building. For the entire night.
As my friends and I entered the school building, we looked at each other, nodded, and went our separate ways, switching our flashlights on. I looked back briefly, seeing my friends’ flashlight lights disappear in the distant darkness. If only I had called it off then… if only I knew… if only I had listened to the freaking “superstitious” neighbors, then we’d all be safe. But me and my so called daring nature decided to take this dare head on.
It wasn’t long before I reached the end of one of the hallways. I plopped down into the corner, flashlight in both hands, and I began to wait for what seemed like forever. I started to play around with my flashlight a little bit, thinking of how to gloat to my neighbors that there was no so called “Dead Man” in the building… that me and my friends all came out alive and well, and no one else but us was in that building for the entire night. I chuckled at the thought.
That will show them what they get for trying to scare us.
It was then, that I heard it. That scream. That loud, agonizing scream. No doubt, it was the voice of one of my friends in the distance… but it seemed like it wasn’t too far off. In normal situations (without any dares involved), a person would immediately jump to their feet and run to the rescue.
Not me. I assumed it to be a way of trying to scare me… a way for me to lose the dare entirely. Ha! Who do they think they are messing with? That won’t fool me. I thought, smiling to myself. As I think back to that time, I regret not running to the direction of the scream… then they’d have been safe.
THUNK shfffffff
What??
THUNK shfffff THUNK shfffff THUNK shffff THUNK shffffff
One of my friends again, no doubt in my mind. Trying to scare me again. Making uneasy noises to make me “shake in my boots.” It was coming in my direction.
THUNK shffffff THUNK shfffff THUNK shffffff THUNK shfffffff THUNK shfffffff
It was then when I realized one of the rules of the dare… no one was to meet up at all.
They’re just giving up like that? Or maybe they are desperate to get me out of the dare.
With this, I turned off my light, thinking of scaring them as punishment. I moved myself behind the lockers, and peeked around the corner. I would jump out from behind and scare the bejesus out of them. I snickered quietly to myself, my eyes finally adjusting to the darkness. I saw the dark shadow of one of them approaching, slowly but surely.
THUNK shfffff THUNK shffff THUNK shffff
That’s right. Come closer. Face your punishment.
THUNK shffffff THUNK shffffff THUNK shfffffffff THUNK shfffff
I froze, my heart nearly stopping. The figure was closer now… but larger than any of my friends at all. It had to be six… no… seven feet tall at least. It was large, like a muscular man. It was becoming clearer and clearer. This wasn’t one of my friends. Not at all.
THUNK shffffff THUNK shffffff THUNK shffffff THUNK shfffff THUNK shfffffff
As it drew closer, I noticed something large behind it… it was dragging something. Something… human sized.
Oh no… OH GOD no… Please, don’t be what I think it is. PLEASE GOD…
THUNK shfffff THUNK shfffff THUNK THUNK
Without thinking, my head slowly looked up… at this thing… this large, muscular thing with blood-stained bandages wrapped tightly around its head. The only thing showing was his eye… his horrid, bright yellow eye that looked like it belonged to a deadly predator. Its body… completely covered in grotesque scars, that almost hid his grey-green skin. It had the body of the man… but I knew… this was no human.
WHAM!!!!
I jumped, cupping my hands over my mouth to suppress any sort of noise whatsoever. I didn’t want to look… but my head moved on its own, looking directly next to me.
I held back my scream… it was one of my friends… well, I could tell from her blood-stained clothes. Both of her arms were twisted in different directions, and what’s worse… her face. It was completely caved in to the point of no recognition. Her head was completely turned around, as if to have been struck with such force, that her neck did a 360. Tears of fear and overwhelming grief flowed from my eyes. This monster… killed her… and threw her with such force onto the ground in front of him… directly next to me.
THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK THUNK
My eyes darted in the direction of that… thing. It was walking away. Slowly, but I knew that it was going in the opposite direction. I waited until it was out of my field of vision to move again.
I have to reach the others… if they get caught…
I shuddered at the vision of my four remaining friends dying at the hands of that monster. So quietly, I set off to another end of the school.
It took a while, but I finally reached a narrow hallway, which I seemed to remember one of my friends disappearing to. I walked swiftly down the hall…
That STENCH. That horrible, raw stench of meat…
…And there it was. The remains of what used to be my friend… splattered everywhere… flattened like a pancake. The ceiling… the walls… the floorboards. Covered in blood and human meat.
Without thinking, I screamed in terror, falling flat on my back, my white shoes being stained with the blood of my friend. I scrambled backward on my hands and feet, away from the horrific sight. I stumbled up to my feet, and turned around.
It was right in front of me… growling like a hungry wolf ready to strike, his horrid yellow eye fixated on me. I stopped breathing.
Slowly, its right arm reached behind its back and grabbed something… something huge.
My only description of what I saw… a six foot-tall meat cleaver, sharper than anything that I have ever seen. Covered in fresh, dripping blood.
It lifted the giant cleaver over its head with both hands and swung down with great force. My reflexes caught up with me, as I dodged it sideways, hearing it cut clean into the floorboards. Without a second thought, I ran. As fast and hard as I could.
I HAVE TO GET OUT!!! OH GOD, I HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!
With each doorknob I felt, I stopped and tried to open it. But every one I hit was locked tight. And each time I stopped, I could hear his loud, slow footsteps directly behind me… getting closer each time. So I continued to run. No stopping, no breaks. I couldn’t. He’d KILL me.
Now, I bring you back to the present… and I have found it. The exit. I finally found it! I stumble, jumping at the knob of the door, laughing uncontrollably.
Finally, I’m free! I’M GODDAMN FREE!!! SWEET OUTSIDE WORLD!
Kachickachick
What? No… NONONONONONONONO, this isn’t right!!!!! THIS ISN’T…
Shlick
I look down. The end of a sharp meat cleaver is pierced through my chest.
N-no… how? I was so close! I was so…
Police Report:
October 20th, 2003
After a long search, the bodies of the five missing high school students were found in the abandoned schoolyard at approximately 7 a.m.
Each student was slaughtered and massacred beyond recognition.
The sixth student still has yet to be discovered…
Written by Kentops
Conner used to reside in a small town near a lake. Each year on the night before Halloween, Conner and his friends, Cory, and Rayn would each place a pumpkin in the lake. On Halloween, they would travel to the other side of the lake to see if their pumpkins had arrived.
On a cold October night, Conner had gathered his friends at the lake. They each carefully set their pumpkins in the dark water. The boys knew that they should head home. There had recently been a kidnapping after all. Conner and Ryan started to walk back, but something had caught Cory’s eye. He informed the others that he thought he saw something behind a tree that was only a handful of yards away. That tree lies in front of a thick forest, letting anything that used to lurk behind it, hastily escape view.
Early in the afternoon, Conner and his friends were at the lake eager to start the long trek to the other side. There had been a brief downpour the previous night hence, the ordinarily bare dirt path had shifted into a damp mud. As the boys were walking, Ryan pointed out what looked to be light footprints traveling down the trail. However, Conner and Cory didn’t think much of it.
As they continued down the path, they spotted the lake. The boys ran towards it in anticipation. When they stepped foot on the small patch of grass that borders the lake, Conner noticed something. His pumpkin, an average sized pumpkin with a stem that curled and ended in a point, rested on the grass. Ryan’s pumpkin was on the shore about a yard away. Cory’s pumpkin, however, was nowhere to be found.
When Conner was at his house, he started to carve at the pumpkin. However, something was wrong. The pumpkin had a small slip near the top. When Conner finished carving to the top of the pumpkin, he noticed a small bag inside. The bag contained a note that read, “Have a Jolly Halloween!”
Conner was visibly perplexed by the note. “Why did someone put this in my pumpkin?” Conner thought aloud. Conner decided aloud that it might have been in there before he even bought the pumpkin. The slit was hardly visible so he could have overlooked it.
That night, Conner and his friends were ecstatic to go trick-or-treating. They walked around the neighborhood for about an hour before coming to a halt at a certain house. Cory stopped the others and pointed out what he thought was the pumpkin that he released into the water on the previous night. Conner and Ryan both informed him that the pumpkin just looked similar, and was not in fact his.
One hour later, Conner and his friends were at his house comparing how much candy they had each received. Conner was going through his candy when he felt a small piece of paper. The paper read, “I hope you had a jolly Halloween!”
Conner gasped in shock, he quickly informed his friends about the note he had found earlier in the day and asked them if they had a similar note among their candy. Ryan and Cory carefully searched through their candy to no avail. Now Conner was scared, he started to question everything in the past couple of days. Ryan informed him that it must be a coincidence, and maybe they were all just overthinking it. Conner liked that idea. He put is candy away, and said goodbye to his friends.
The next day, Conner had no school, but his parents had to work, so he was alone. After a while, he got hungry, so he reached into the jar that housed his candy. He felt a strange object, so he pulled it out. In his hand was a square candy, with a red wrapper sealing it shut. One side of the wrapper was slightly transparent. Conner unwrapped the candy, only to find a box. The box had a small camera lens on the side, and the top read, “Soon, you won’t be jolly!”
Conner stumbled backward and ran outside in a panic. Conner’s backyard is right next to a dense forest, so he tried to flee. But, I rushed to him and grasped him. The boy’s struggling stopped after some time, and I was easily able to drag him into the forest. He won’t be jolly for a long time.
Written by L0CKED334
Halloween used to be my favorite holiday. It was the one time of year you could be anything you wanted to be. You could draw out your darkest desires and display them for the world to see. No one would think you were odd for being the person you always wanted to be. There was no judgment for your choice of attire and oftentimes you were commended for that choice. Then at the end of the night, you received a reward for your efforts in the form of a bag full of candy.
I am far too old to go door-to-door, begging for treats, but I enjoy watching my children do the same. Weeks in advance we let them pick their costumes; they are far too young to delve into the ghastly and usually end up picking a character of a popular movie or tv show. I simply take my pictures and urge them on to each doorway. I always remind them to say, “Trick or Treat” before the door opens. It has been this way for a few years now but I am starting to question the tradition, especially after visiting 113 Forest Road.
This past year we made the rounds of our local neighborhood. We made sure to only approach homes that had their porch light on, which was the unspoken rule. Our night had almost come to an end when we reached a home that had been vacant for the last two seasons. It was the largest within our neighborhood, towering at two stories when all others only had one level. It was a large, brick Victorian monstrosity that may have once been beautiful but the landscape had long needed work. It was the house most kids made stories about and when we saw the dim glow of that yellow bulb I was unsure of letting my children approach.
My oldest begged to ring the doorbell and my youngest simply wanted more candy. I was outnumbered and relented at their pleas. My wife sat within the idling vehicle while I followed close behind. The two made their way up the steps and I waited at the bottom. Like always, I reminded them of what to say. My oldest son held his brother’s hand and pressed the lighted button. Ringing, much like church bells, echoed from within the house for a moment, before returning to silence. After a few seconds, they turned to me with questioning looks.
I had noticed a moving truck parked outside the home earlier in the month and knew someone must live there but I had not seen them. There was no car in the driveway and I did not see any lights on inside. I started to think they were simply gone and left the light on in case it was dark by the time they returned. I waved to my children to come back to the car and told them we would just head home. The look of disappointment on their faces told me they were not ready to end the night just yet.
Their faces lit up as the door creaked to life and a voice beckoned them to wait. “Trick or Treat,” they both screamed with excitement.
A feeling rolled in me like thunder and a signal of danger rang in my head. Something was not right, if they were home all this time where was the car I had seen sitting the driveway the last few weeks? I instinctively advanced on my two children, taking the steps in leaps. A feeling inside told me they should not go toward that voice and I called for them to stop as they turned toward the door.
“I choose both,” the voice seemed strained, like that of a lifetime smoker.
Two ragged hands shot from the parted pathway and drew both of my little boys inside. Their screams echoed in my head. My adrenaline shot me forward but my body slammed against a closing door. I pounded repeatedly, screaming obscenities of every nature. My body shook violently as my world became a spiral of despair. The whole scene drew the attention of my wife and soon she was right behind me. In an effort to find the entry I took a step back, lifted my right foot, and dropped it full force into the hardwood.
The doorframe shattered, allowing the barrier to fly freely into the darkness. I cried out in terror for my little boys as I rushed through each room. My entire reason for living had been snatched up in an instant and I had been too late to stop it. When the house had been searched completely with no results, my wife phoned the authorities through wails of agony. We both held each other until sirens lit up our tiny neighborhood.
It has been a year now and we still have no answer as to what happened to our children. My wife distanced herself from me and I am sure she blames me for what happened. I don’t fault her for that, I blame myself as well. If I had not let them go to that door or listened to my feelings sooner, they would both still be here. Halloween is no longer a time of fun for us, but a reminder of our mistakes. I don’t even leave my house on that night and even the sight of a pumpkin makes tears stream down my face. The drive home from work is especially hard, witnessing the houses that decorate for the occasion. I am almost in a panic before I close myself within the safety of my home. Please, if you read this, don’t let your kids visit 113 Forest Road on Halloween.
The sound of another knock at our door woke me from my short nap. The clock read 8:17, still another hour before they would all go home. I stood up and stretched, then another knock came at our door.
“Are you going to get that?” my wife groaned from across the room.
“Yes… yes.” I started to walk, but the pins and needles in my right leg almost stopped me. I opened the door to see it standing there, unblinking.
“Trick or treat!” This one was wearing a scream mask, and was covered in black clothes. I dropped two chocolate bars into his large, pumpkin-shaped basket. He said, “Thanks” and walked away. I closed the door and sat back down on the couch, hoping to maybe get some more shut-eye. Then came yet another knock. I got up quickly, grabbed two more bars of chocolate from our bucket and headed for the door. There were two of them this time. Two girls, one dressed as a princess and the other as a fairy, typical for girls their age. I dropped one chocolate bar into each basket. They were about to say ‘thank you’ but I closed the door. I’ll have more time to relax, too bad if they think I’m rude.
I began to relax again, but instead of napping I thought about the day when Anne and I would have a kid. We would have to send him up to random strangers’ front doors. Then they would give him candy, and I would–
Then I heard another knock. I was too relaxed to even care this time. Let’s convince them we’re not home, maybe they’ll go away. Then they knocked again. I heard Anne groan loudly and get up, and she started for the door.
“Honey, I can–”
She stopped me mid-sentence with a simple, “Shut up,” and continued walking.
I heard the door open and the sound of candies dropping into baskets. Then talking. This one was a little girl, and after a few seconds I heard Anne say, “Aww… Poor baby!”
The girl clearly said, “Can I come in?”
My wife responded with, “Sure! I think we have a few bandages.”
I sat up, and the children – there was a boy following the girl – had come in as far as our boot rack. The girl had a green witch mask on, and the boy had a zombie mask. They had no costume except for the masks, just plain clothes. My wife returned with the bandages, the girl held her wrist out and Anne wrapped a bandage around the girl’s small cut.
The girl proceeded to slip off her mask and glare at me. “Nice… contacts,” was all I managed to say. Her eyes were as black as night, and her skin an oddly pale white. She just grinned at me, and I realized something felt off, very off.
“Honey, can I talk to you quickly in private?”
She gave me an odd look, but still said, “Sure.”
We walked into the kitchen and stood in front of the oven, where they could not hear us. “Something’s not right here,” I decided to say what first came to my mind.
“What?” Now she looked at me even more oddly. No response came to my mind. She just said, “You say that every time Delores gives me cookies, or a loaf of bread. Stop being paranoid.” She walked off. Then I heard her gasp. I walked out slowly, only to see two masks and two buckets in the place of two children. The buckets only had two pieces of candy each. The candy we gave them. “Strange; I didn’t even hear them leave.”
“Maybe they didn’t leave.” She only gave me that look again. “Maybe they’re in here somewhere, planning to steal something.”
“Yeah, right! We don’t even have anything worth…” We both heard it. A scratching sound in the back bedroom. We looked at each other, and began to walk down the hallway. Even thought I knew they were just children, I had a very odd feeling about them— probably the eyes.
As we neared the doorway to the bedroom, a loud growling sound came from inside the doorway; it was like a dog’s growl, only deeper. “Honey, did you hear that?” Silence. “Honey?” I said as I turned around. I was alone; in the place of my wife was only darkness. A chill ran down my spine, but I continued walking. I mustered up as much courage as I could, jumped inside and turned on the light. The boy was there, he was clawing at a spot in the middle of the room, as if looking for something.
He looked up, and smiled. His mouth was full of sharp pointed teeth, his eyes as black as the girl’s. I began to back up. “What the fu-”
“Honey?” a familiar voice came from behind me. I turned around, and Anne was standing there. She grabbed the sides of my face and stared into my eyes.
“It will all be over soon,” she said sweetly, as my face began to feel odd. Then I noticed something about her eyes… they were as black as night too. Slowly, everything began to fade away into nothing.
The police came to Daniel and Anne’s house at 1:08 AM that night, after their neighbour Delores Bridge heard screaming coming from within the house.
All that was found that was deemed “suspicious” were the masks, baskets, and a hole in the middle of the bedroom floor which had the skeletons of two small children at the bottom of it, and one silver cross. The skeletons were found in a position which suggested they were killed in some sort of ritual.
After some research, police found that the neighbour Delores had two children, and they had gone missing seventeen years ago.
Written by Mcdon92
Back in October 1992, I was nine years old. It was Halloween. I was a skeleton and my seven-year-old sister, Jade was a witch. I had a fun day, but eventually the day was over, and me and my sister were waiting for our parents to pick us up.
Eventually they came driving in a white van, and I realized we had to go shopping; but I wanted to hang out with my friends, and during my childhood I despised going shopping. I then noticed the way my parents were dressed for Halloween: my dad had a really poorly-made clown mask on and my mother was wearing a panda bear costume. My parents had never celebrated Halloween before, so I found this unusual.
“Get in!” my mom shouted.
“No! I don’t want to! I don’t want to go shopping and I want to go to my friend’s house!” I shouted back.
“Come on sweetie, just get in!” my dad said.
My sister eagerly got into the back of the van; she was a very good kid and she always did what our parents said. My dad became more angry and he started shouting at me to get into the van. I refused to.
“Fine! I hope you have lots of fun because we’re leaving without you, we’re serious!” my dad angrily shouted at me.
They drove away. This was all very weird; since when did my mom and dad dress for Halloween, and why did they drive a white van instead of their regular vehicle?
A couple minutes later, my parents came driving their normal vehicle.
“Hey, where is Jade?” my dad asked.
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