THE SCARY, LITTLE GIRL

THE SCARY, LITTLE GIRL

it was a stormy knight around 1am in the morning I was on my bed when I heard footsteps down the stairs all over sudden. I was in the house alone. my parents went for a trip to Mexico for few days. At first I thought to my self maybe a cat got in since it was raining heavily outside or maybe rats or something of sort. but the footsteps couldn't stop, it was like they were heading upstairs to my room, tried building up excuses for it and go back to sleep . second after second  it was getting more scary. I went off the bed and moved towards my room door till the steps reached my room. They freaking  stopped, holly shit I could no longer stand there, I ran to the window and stood outside. I was soo scared, this was the worst moment of my life. at this point I was convinced 100% that thing was someone maybe I thief. the door opened slowly. and I mean real slow. what I saw from outside was something science can never explain not today not in 100 years to come. A little girl dressed in a white dress, black hair and an axe in her head, I wasn't dreaming am perfectly sure I saw that she had no eyes and left blood every step she took. at that moment it was like my sole was taken away. I couldn't run, I couldn't shout, I couldn't even move a finger. Never been so terrified In my whole life. I saw all that live has to offer am 22 years old and at this point in live I guess I could handle anything live threw at me, but this was something I only saw in movies, any normal person would say am mad or making up but trust me am sure the girl was standing just at the door of my room. I fell off the building hit the ground and still couldn't move, I didn't even feel the pain.


 20 minutes passed without any body movement. then I started feeling my fingers and toes, I started gaining my body feelings back. at this point there was only one option in front of me ...... Run as first as I could, I knew that was the only thing any normal person would do. I reached to my neighbor's house, knocked like a mad person. I woke them up from sleep, they raised to the door and opened. two people lived in this house a boy and his mom, the boy was called Kelly. he is the one that opened the door with a baseball bat. when I jumped in and told them the story non of them could believe me so they offered me new clothes and let me sleep over for the remaining part of the night.


we all slept though am sure mine wasn't much of a sleep. at around 3:30 in the morning and to be honest am not sure if I got the time right. I heard a whisper in my ears . it was like someone was singing to me, I opened my eyes and looked up in the dark but steal I couldn't see anything so I went straight to where the light switch  was and switched on the light.


there was the same little girl sitting exactly where my head was singing in whisper " its your knight, death is just the start". I opened the door and ran out like never before and the rest is history.

The Phone Stalker

In 2007, ABC news documented a series of cell phone calls to families with terrifyingly specific death threats. The unidentified callers knew exactly what families were doing and what they were wearing.


The families say the calls come in at all hours of the night, threatening to kill their children, their pets and grandparents. Voice mails arrive, playing recordings of their private conversations, including one with a local police detective.
The caller knows, the families said, what they're wearing and what they're doing. And after months of investigating, police seem powerless to stop them.


This went on with the Kuykenall family for months, who reported a caller with a scratchy voice threatening to slit their throats.


When the Fircrest, Wash., police tried to find the culprit, the calls were traced back to the Kuykendalls' own phones -- even when they were turned off.
It got worse. The Kuykendalls and two other Fircrest families told ABC News that they believe the callers are using their cell phones to spy on them. They say the hackers know their every move: where they are, what they're doing and what they're wearing. The callers have recorded private conversations, the families and police said, including a meeting with a local detective.

Black Magic

Mad Henry was a hermit who lived alone in a decrepit mansion at the edge of town.  Rumors were rife about the wild-eyed man.  Some folks said that he was a magician who called upon the powers of darkness to wreck havoc upon his neighbors.  Others called him a mad doctor who could restore life to foul corpses from the local cemetery.  No respectable citizen in town had anything to do with Mad Henry 
Then one year a new family moved to town with a lovely daughter, Rachel, who caught Mad Henry’s eye. He showered the maiden with gifts—goblets of pure gold, necklaces of pearl, and a pot of daisies that never dropped a single petal. Despite the gifts, Rachael fell in love with another, Geoffrey, a handsome young man just home from university. A week after meeting they eloped, leaving behind a stunned Mad Henry.  
When Rachael and Geoffrey returned from the elopement, they threw a big ball and invited everyone in town. While Rachel was waltzing with her father, she heard a  clap of thunder. Lightning flashed again and again. Suddenly, the double doors blew open and a breeze whirled in, bringing with it the smell of dead, decaying things. Mad Henry loomed in the doorway, pupils gleaming red with anger. He was followed by the grotesque figures of the dead, who came marching two by two into the room. Their eye sockets glowed with blue fire as they surrounded the room.Two of the corpses captured Geoffrey and threw him down at the feet of their lord. Red eyes gleaming, Mad Henry drew a silver-bladed knife and casually cut the bridegroom’s throat from ear to ear. Rachel screamed and ran forward, pushing through the foul, stinking corpses of the dead, and flung herself upon her dying husband.  
“Kill us both,” she cried desperately. 
But Mad Henry  plucked the lass out of the pool of blood surrounding her dead husband and carried her out into the thundering night. Behind him, the army of the dead turned from the grizzly scene and followed their master. The sounds of thunder and lightning faded away as the alchemist and his dead companions disappeared into the dark night.  
Geoffrey’s father and Rachael’s father gathered a small mob and followed the evil hermit, intent upon saving Rachel.  When they searched Mad Henry’s house, they found it completely empty save for a light, which shone from a series of mysterious globes that bobbed near the ceiling of each room. Mad Henry had vanished.  
Search parties scoured the countryside for days, but turned up nothing. Geoffrey was buried in the local cemetery, and the dance hall was torn down. No one in town spoke about what had happened, and no one dared imagine what had become of poor Rachel.  
A year to the day after the ball, a timid knock sounded upon the door of Rachael’s parents’ home. When her father opened it, he saw a gaunt, gray figure on the stoop. Her eyes were dull with exhaustion and pain. It was Rachel! Her tongue had been cut out so she couldn’t speak.  But when she produced a knife from her tattered garments—the knife with a silver blade that they had last seen in the hands of Mad Henry— the gleam of satisfaction in Rachel’s eyes told them that the streaks of blood that coated the knife were those of Mad Henry. That night, Rachel died in her sleep with a peaceful smile upon her ravaged face.