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Here you can enjoy not only a thrilling, scary 18+ story without censorship or hidden meaning, but also feel the emotional outbursts of the main characters, their experiences, fears and desires. Feel with them the whole palette of emotions, because everything that is written here happened in reality in real life. Allow yourself to relax and enjoy the juicy story sent to us by our readers. This is not vulgar fun, there is no script or feigned emotions, only life and only trash. Life itself shows us various aspects of the presentation of mysticism.

If you are in this section, then you already know exactly how your night will go. The hottest and most frank are waiting for you horror stories for adults. Each of us has things happen in our lives. different stories bad, good, funny and scary. We've collected everything horror stories 18 plus which you can now read at night.

The husband comes home from work and hears his wife’s moans coming from the bedroom, walking towards the room he saw a terrible picture.... This is exactly how your story or your neighbor’s could begin, do not forget to send us your stories from adult life.

Attention, there is profanity here, believers in God should strictly not read this apocrypha! I warned you if anything happens.

The bald, unshaven man found a “thorn”
I went to heaven with this item,
They laughed for a long time, as if they were children,
All the devils and gods are hanging in the toilet!

A rehash of an old ditty in the right way.

The fraudster and champion of deception of all times was driving in a car and saying to a decorated student walking down the street: “Hey, baby, how are you? It’s so hot in here, jump in my f***ing car, I have a f***ing ton of money!” She saw a wad of money as thick as her wrist, but she didn’t want to sit down with this sugary stoner, you never know what he’d want. Maybe he's a maniac or some kind of rich pervert? One does not interfere with the other, rather the opposite.

Next time you want better life– think twice. Are you strong enough to sit on your newfound throne of incredible happiness? Will those bridges that you so recklessly burned behind your back be needed? I didn’t ask myself such difficult questions, and here I am now – a cleaner at a train station in the beautiful city of dreams.

When my father, between regular trips to the prison, finally got drunk enough to become delirious and left the window, a terrible realization came that in the muddrifts of Magnitogorsk I was destined to perish, like entire generations of the same ones, born with the hope of the best. In the end, I not only did nothing to move away from the already predetermined scenario - everything went along a deep rut, where even moving a millimeter to the side costs incredible effort.

Prologue
While I was in school, I kept a terrible secret. My friend's great secret.
His problem was that this illness was stressing him out a lot. Harley tensed up when I asked him about it. Harley tensed up when I thought about it (and he knew I thought about it).
His fears about his shortcomings interfered with his life. Because of this oversight of nature, he suffered for many years. He was just shy. He was afraid of publicity.

Prologue
I see the smiles of my children. And I understand that they are up to something evil.

Homer Simpson

Chapter 1
(He has never knocked on this door so hard before)

The last time something like this happened, his Sarah was smoking weed in the backyard of the school, and the teachers who saw it called home.
His wife, who had cancer, could not cope with yet another stress that her daughter gave her. The tumor burst a couple of days later and the father was left only with his child.

Dear readers, I understand that after reading this vomit, in comparison with which even the Green Elephant is resting, you will immediately want to kill both of its authors in the most brutal ways possible, and the prototypes of this slop too, but keep in mind that this is punishable by the Criminal Code of the Russian Federation. Well, now you can calmly read on an empty stomach!

If you add a little imagination, it will be delicious! Tastes like grass in dog diarrhea!
The cook from the movie "Pandorum". That's the gist of the story in a nutshell.

From 3-09-2019, 20:50

I get up in the morning, and my mother sits scared. I ask what happened, and she tells me: “At night, maybe at 2 o’clock, I wake up from choking. Then I tried to restore my breathing and fall asleep, as if right there, as if in a dream, but not yet sleeps. She sees a handsome man, but at the same time scary. He tells her: “Take an apartment, a car, money,” but I don’t want his mother.” Then he began to advance towards her, and she stood up again and tried to read the Lord’s Prayer. Well, I somehow got up, drank some water and lay down again. And in the dream, such a beautiful woman is already standing and says with a grin: “Well, why are you praying? It won’t help you,” and stretches her hands to her mother. Then she woke up and never went back to sleep.

There is another one similar to this story that also happened to her. In the morning my father got up and went to the kitchen. And mom lies on the sofa and watches TV, not sleeping. Then at some point she couldn’t move, she began to call her husband, but she couldn’t. It turns out to be a moo. And then 4 black circles (I don’t even know what they were) began to tear out my mother’s heart. She even saw it, but could not do anything. Then I decided to mentally outline a cross and, in my opinion, it worked. The circles flew out the window screaming. Then my mother called my father, and he asked: “What were you mooing there?”

In general, I don’t believe in all sorts of predictions, prophetic dreams and all that kind of nonsense, in my opinion.
But...

For three years I took additional evening courses in English and, when I came home from school, I went to bed. One day I had a dream that went something like this...

I'm about 20 years old, I'm driving home in a beautiful white foreign car (my car). It seems like summer. It’s already dark, but the grass is so green it looks like there’s light shining on it (like on a football field). In general, everything is going well, there are no signs of trouble. My friend calls me, I don’t remember what the conversation was about, but in general I turn my head back almost 180 degrees. Something must have interested me there... Bang! I'm crashing into a tree! Darkness...

From 3-09-2019, 21:12

This story happened to me a week ago. Then I played with my friend Nikita.
We were playing on the local network and then Nikita told me that he would go to the store now and return in 23 minutes.
I started playing without him.

I was about to leave the game and then Nikita wrote in the chat:
"Hello"
I answered:
“Has it been 20 minutes?”
Literally 2 seconds later, as if he knew what I would write, he wrote to me:
"Where do you live?"
I write:
“Nikit... Are you completely different... You and I live in the same pad!”

I spent my childhood in a village near one of the stud farms, which, after the collapse of the Union, threw back all four hooves: horses are an expensive pleasure, and in the 90s most the livestock was sold abroad, fortunately our horses were thoroughbred. I know all this first hand, because I often stayed there while my father worked there. I didn’t go there alone, but together with other goons of my age - the sports ground near the school had long been demolished, there was nowhere else to climb, and here there was a whole unoccupied stable and an always empty arena with dilapidated barriers, just the thing for boys.

Once, after playing with the guys, I stayed up until dark. And home you had to walk through the entire village, on the way pass a school, an abandoned kindergarten and an almost abandoned park, where only knee-deep weeds and a slightly tilted monument to Vladimir Ilyich lived. We reached the school and began to disperse: some went left, some went straight - but I had to go right. Through a kindergarten and a park, yeah. I had to walk about six hundred meters along the only asphalt road in the village, and then, near the kindergarten, turn into the park and through the courtyards go out to my street, where pies from my grandmother were already waiting for me. Everything is about a twenty-minute walk: it’s summer, and I wasn’t in a hurry, and I stopped being afraid of the dark a long time ago.

No one knows for sure how true the stories presented here are, however, at one time they were able to terrify not only users who accidentally discovered them on the Internet, but also seasoned horror fans.

STORY #1 - Mister Bear's Basement

This incident allegedly occurred in 1999 in Canada. One day, a blogger named Elliot came across a local TV channel that broadcast very unusual and even scary shows. What he saw shocked the guy so much that he decided to conduct his own investigation and find out who is behind all this. Soon Elliot managed to find out that the channel belongs to a local mafia maniac, and his employees lure children to the show in order to sacrifice them.

One of the programs that was broadcast on this channel was called "Mr. Bear's Basement." Its essence was that a psychopath, dressed in a bear costume, was acting out in front of the camera and saying strange (and at times completely absurd) things, that is, he behaved completely inappropriately. All this psychedelia looked very creepy, and what else could a schizophrenic dancing in a bear costume look like, and in a wet, damp basement. In one episode, Mr. Bear viciously scolded the children. In another, he lost his temper and ran straight at the child, causing the child to scream loudly.

There was also a show called Booby broadcast on this channel. Here the characters were the hand of an adult (Booby) and the hand of a child. Boobie demonstrated how dangerous scissors are by cutting off his partner's thumb. They say blood was visible and a scream was heard. After this incident, Mr. Bear disappeared and his channel was closed. By the way, the mafioso himself dressed up in a bear costume.

STORY #2 - Keyhole

This story tells about a certain man who stayed for several days in a small hotel. When he received the keys to his room, the woman at the counter gave a strange warning: she said that on the way to his room he would see a door without a number, behind which various things were stored, but under no circumstances should he enter or even look into it. This surprised and intrigued the man, but he still listened to the hotel worker and bypassed the mysterious door. However, the next day curiosity got the better of him, and the man decided to check what was so forbidden behind the door without a number.

Through the keyhole he saw a number very similar to his own. And in the corner opposite the door stood a woman with very fair skin, leaning her head against the wall. The embarrassed man returned to his room, but on the third day he decided to spy again. This time all he saw was red. Perhaps the woman in the room realized that someone was spying on her, so she decided to plug the keyhole with something, he thought. When the man talked about this with a hotel worker, she asked if he had looked through the keyhole.

He replied that yes, he looked, and then the hotel owner told him everything: many years ago, in that very room, a husband killed his wife, and since then her spirit has been looking for the killer. They say that the ghost is very pale, almost white, but his eyes are red as blood.

STORY #3

A hacker emailed this photo with the message "SMILE! GOD LOVES YOU!" For many, the photograph caused severe fear, and sometimes even epileptic attacks.

Those who viewed this image had a strange dream in which an unknown voice demanded that the smile.jpg file be distributed. According to some rumors, the image is a still from a video recording. In it, a maniac kills a woman, and at some point a dog appears and begins to eat the corpse. Ultimately, the maniac kills the dog too.

STORY #4 - Rake

In the summer of 2003, residents of the United States began to be terrorized by a mysterious humanoid creature - Rake. According to descriptions, he is stooped, bald and has black empty eyes, in addition, he has a raspy voice. This creature allegedly enters people's homes and watches them. Whoever Rake visits at night becomes his next victim. Some sources claim that Reik has been known since the 12th century, so there is no need to rush to add him to the list of fictional horror characters.

According to a legend dating back to the 12th century, a similar monster attacked an unfortunate family. The story goes that when the couple woke up at night, they saw a terrible naked creature in the room, sitting in the corner of the room. Fear gripped their bodies, but then it got worse. The monster jumped onto the bed, looked at the man, and then rushed into the children's room. The couple ran after him, but burst into the nursery and found a terrible picture - the walls were smeared with blood, and the mutilated body of their child lay on the floor.

STORY #5 - Normal porn for normal people

It all started when people started receiving letters inviting them to the website normalpornfornormalpeople.com. Of course, many were interested in visiting the page with such and such an address! But it was a very ordinary resource with text on the main page. What distinguished it from millions of similar ones was the logo: “Normal porn for normal people - a site dedicated to the eradication of abnormal sexuality.” There was nothing else particularly interesting there, but this is only at first glance. Attentive visitors have discovered that many of the words in the boring text are actually links to various videos.

One of the entries was called peanut.avi. It showed a man, a woman and a dog in a kitchen. A woman makes a peanut butter sandwich, which a man then gives to a dog. All this nonsense lasts about 30 minutes. A 5-minute video called jimbo.avi was also discovered, which depicts a fat mime. Towards the end of the video, the mime begins to tear his clothes and then smears makeup on his face. The stumps.avi video showed a legless man trying to breakdance in a kitchen similar to the one seen in peanut.avi. A few minutes later, the man collapses and asks someone to give him a rest, but this infuriates the off-camera observer.

The recording, called privacy.avi, began with a woman masturbating on a mattress, while a man without legs, who was in the stumps.avi video, walked around her. At the end of the video, an animal can be seen running through the doorway and running down the hallway.

The worst video is useless.avi, which lasts 18 minutes. In the center of the room sits a woman tied to a chair and gagged. A few minutes later, a man opens the door and lets a chimpanzee into the room. The animal looks terrible: it was probably beaten, and there is no hair on some parts of its body. The door closes, the animal begins to sniff the air and suddenly turns its attention to the woman. The chimpanzee pounces on her and begins to torment her until her body changes beyond recognition. The video ends with the chimpanzee devouring the tortured body.

STORY #6 - Slenderman

He is the most famous creepypasta character. His story is full of nightmares. Thin Man looks like a very tall man with long, freely bending limbs and sometimes black wriggling tentacles around his body; it has a hairless white head with a smooth face without eyes, mouth or nose. He wears a black funeral suit with a white shirt. It is believed that Slender Man has very good telepathic abilities. Slenderman lives mainly in forests and attacks lonely people, who, as a result, disappear without a trace.

It is worth noting that last year he even “made a journey” from the virtual world to reality. Two girls from Wisconsin believed so strongly that they decided to sacrifice their friend to him. They failed to commit murder, however, the Thin Man settled even deeper in the minds of people.

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When my aunt got married, her mother was no longer alive. The wedding took place in a private house, the toilet was in the garden. When it got dark, the groom decided to run there slowly. He opens the door, and there is a woman sitting there. He was embarrassed and quickly closed the door.

I stood there thinking for a while and remembered that it seemed like all the guests were in the house or nearby, there shouldn’t be anyone in the garden. I opened the door again, and there was no one there. He screams and runs. They barely calmed down. When he told what he saw, the relatives realized that he was describing the bride’s mother in exactly the clothes in which she was buried. They decided that she came to see her son-in-law.

It was at night, the cat, as usual, slept at the feet. I also fell asleep. And suddenly I woke up with some very unpleasant feeling - either fear or cold. I open my eyes, I want to get up, since I can’t sleep, and then I catch the eyes of a cat - warning me and with its ears pinned somewhere to the side nearby. I turn my gaze in that direction and see a huge, foggy-gray, but very dense creature sneaking across the room. With something like a face with closed eyes. He moves towards the window, holding his hands out in front of him, like a man in the dark - by touch.

I couldn't even scream from horror. And suddenly this creature felt the gaze, slowly turned around and clearly began to sniff. Then the cat silently released his claws at my leg with all his might, and I turned my gaze to him. The creature immediately lost interest, walked to the window and disappeared.
The cat soon fell asleep, and I shivered in bed until the morning, afraid to even get up to turn on the light.

This incident also happened at night, more precisely, already at 5 am. I woke up from a short ring at the door. My first thought was, what if something happened to my relatives, who else would have come at that time? I rushed to the door, sleepy, and asked: who is there? Silence. I didn't see anyone through the peephole. I looked at my watch and went to bed. And as soon as I lay down, the second call immediately came.

Then I foolishly opened the door without asking questions. Behind the door stood something tall, resembling a gray rectangular silhouette of a man without a neck, without arms, with darker outlines of eyes and mouth. And where the chest was, there was an opening in which it was raining. At this point I thought clearly, even without fear - everyone is going crazy, they’ve arrived. And yet she asked: who are you? Somehow I almost heard the answer: Shadow. I'm coming to you. Can I log in? I answered: no. She slammed the door and went to bed. That's all. There were no more calls.

I did go to the doctor later. I was glad that the roof was in place, but I still don’t know what it was.

A friend of mine and her friends, having gotten tipsy, decided to summon the “spirit of Pushkin,” even though the aunts were already adults, all at least 40, but such childhood had come over them.

We had fun and fooled around. Nothing succeeded. But it started at night. It was at a friend’s dacha, and everyone spent the night there. Windows and doors began to open on their own, the radiators rattled, as if they were moving a stick back and forth across them. The peak was when a certain “force” pulled off the blanket from one of the ladies. Another received a blow to the cheek and even had an abrasion. It ended up that I had to send the priest out to clean the house. Oh, he swore! He said that they “let in a restless spirit.” But I cleared it, everything stopped. But the friend and her friends all quarreled with each other. And from scratch.

Oh, it’s better not to tell me, they won’t believe it anyway... When my father died, my grandmother, my mother and I decided to lie down in one room; in the other there was a coffin. Grandma quickly fell asleep, and my mother and I lay still and thought, thought, thought... And suddenly we clearly heard our father’s snoring. From the very room where his body lay. My mother and I were numb, she squeezed my hand, “Did you hear?” - “Yeah” - “Oh, mommies...”.

The snoring lasted 10-15 seconds, but that was enough for us to not leave the bedroom for the rest of the night. We left only when friends and relatives began to arrive early in the morning. Still no one believes. But we couldn’t have heard the same thing, could we? And also, when they brought my father to the monastery for the funeral service, his face changed, it became more peaceful, it seemed that he was smiling. And this was already noticed by everyone who saw him off from home and attended the funeral service.

I was 15, my second cousin was 16. The house that his father built was at the stage of walls. The basement floor was already ready, the floor boards were “rough” - with considerable gaps between them. Move in ground floor The door was closed by an old street door - very heavy. We climbed in there with the neighbor girls and a battery-powered tape recorder. They didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, didn’t take pills. Summer, seven o'clock in the evening. At some point, the music ended and we heard someone approaching the gate from the street side, then the folded hook jingled and we heard footsteps - a heavy man's gait.

We hid. Then this someone came into the house and went through the rooms. We heard footsteps - but through the cracks in the floor we could see that there was no one in the house! Then the steps started to leave, we rushed to the vents in the foundation to see who it was - and saw no one. The steps died down - we crawled out of the basement: the gate was closed. The house has been completed. My brother’s wife says that the cat periodically arches and hisses at someone, and the dog freezes and looks carefully at one point.

One day - I was six years old - I woke up as if with a jolt. A dim light fell on the blanket from the side of the table that stood behind the headboard at my feet. Something huge froze in anticipation - it was there, behind the headboard - the light was falling from it! But I didn’t even have time to think about it or turn my head to look...

A chilling sound split the silence of the room. I turned sharply towards the table, and my desperate cry merged with the roar of a monstrous creature hanging over the table. The creature's legs were not visible, but its palms with outstretched fingers were facing me - one hand was at the shoulder, the other extended forward, attacking me... The creature's hair stood up, framing its head in a halo, its huge eyes glowed with anger. Before me is a strange and dangerous creature. I screamed and the vision disappeared. The room plunged into darkness. A frightened father ran up, but due to severe stuttering I was unable to say anything...

After my grandfather's funeral, but before 40 days from the date of his death, we went to the village where he lived for the last 10 years. We went to bed, I started to fall asleep, but I heard some sounds in the hallway, as if someone was walking. I thought: “This is probably grandfather. But he won’t do anything bad to us, he loved us very much.” And she fell asleep peacefully.

I told my mother later, it turns out she also heard the stomping and also fell asleep peacefully. But my grandfather’s son-in-law (my mother’s sister’s husband, my uncle) stayed up longer than us. He heard the door to the neighboring house slamming and something rumbled in the hallway. And then the door to the hut where we slept opened and grandfather came in. Uncle threw himself into bed under the covers and didn’t hear anything else.

I was 12 years old then, maybe younger, and I was left at home alone. Parents went to visit friends or on some business. We live in a private house in a small village, surrounded by forest.

So I decided to call my mother to find out when my parents would be home. I call and hear voices. I thought there was a problem on the line, I called back again, heard the voices again, and listened. And there two people discussed how they like to eat human meat, shared recipes, discussed how best to prepare canned food. Now I understand that it was most likely a very stupid joke, but then it was very scary. It seemed to me that they knew what I heard and would definitely find me by phone number.

I couldn’t call my parents, I thought I’d run into those cannibals again. Alone, the house is big, breaking a window is a piece of cake.

The younger of my two cousins ​​was getting married. I came to invite my mother to the wedding. She asked when the wedding was scheduled. The answer made her tense: this is the day of death of her mother, my grandmother, and, accordingly, the grandmother of my cousin. In response to the remark, the brother replied that it was okay, “this wedding will be a gift for grandma.”

A week before the wedding, the bride's parents arrived at the groom's house to meet future relatives and discuss the details of the upcoming celebration. We sat and talked. The owners wanted to show the house to the guests. We walked and wandered around and went into our parents’ bedroom. The mother of the bride looked at the photographs on the wall and almost lost consciousness; the men supported her when she almost fell to the floor.

It turned out that the day before she woke up in the middle of the night (or thought that she woke up), and next to her, leaning over her, stood a woman in a white robe. The woman said: “It’s not appropriate to do this, we must honor it.” And she left. The future mother-in-law recognized that woman in the photograph on the wall. This was my grandmother.

By the way, they lived only two months after the wedding, then they ran away. The story is not made up.