So, in order to make your nights a little scarier, here are some of the finest horror specimens from Reddit. Read them at your own peril.

1. BFF’s by RoseCruz94

My best friend has been mean and distant lately and I don’t know why, I’ve been nothing but a good friend to the very end. It started off with her ignoring my texts so I tried calling her for a while before she blocked my number. As confused as I was, I tried to tell myself that there had to be a good reason for her hurtful actions.

So, I tried messing her on Facebook today…not surprised she told me to stop messaging her and that “this wasn’t funny” when I told her that I had no idea what she was talking about and all I wanted to do was fix whatever it was that was wrong; she went crazy stating that this was cruel and a “bad joke”. I don’t know how many times I’ve told her that the accident wasn’t her fault and that I’m scared, lost and needed her now more than ever.

Now she said we’re best friends FOREVER and I intend to keep it that way whether she likes it or not! I just really need my friend, being dead is so lonely. I’ll be making a visit real soon, then we can be together forever…

2. The Dancing Strangers by Aggressive Stranger

First, this actually happened to me about two weeks ago and may just be a crackhead. I need to inform you that I live in a poor neighborhood, drugs and shit run rampant. 

I leave for my bus at 6:30 AM and this was like and other day. I turned the corner and crossed the street to the other side of the sidewalk when I saw about 10-20 yards in front of me a tall outline was what looked like dancing in a circle on the sidewalk. 

I thought that was just a drunk guy or crackhead so I decided I would just wait for him to dance away. I stood there for a good five minutes before deciding I would wait for the friend who’s home I was standing in front of came to walk to the bus stop.

I waited another minute before the shape looked at me for about thirty seconds and bolted behind a tree. As it stared at me it gave me the feeling that it was not human. From behind the tree it leaned over and stuck its head out as if it was to see if I was still there, once, twice then it bolted from behind the tree into an empty plot. 

I stood there shocked for another minute and a half before my friend walk out the door of his home shook me and said “The fuck are you doing?” then I snapped out of it. 

We walked down the street and as I walked past the plot I looked over and saw nothing. There was no where it could’ve gone. To this day I have no fucking clue what that thing was.

3. The House With Marked Doors by No_Tale

When Mum and Dad bought the house, they thought the brown scratches on the bedroom doors were from a dog. But when they spoke to the agent, he said the previous owners didn’t have one.

Mum and Dad replaced the doors. But after the third time, they gave up, as the dark scratches always returned by the next morning. My parents discarded it as something to do with the quality of wood in the area. Dad said he’d order new doors from out of town come the end of the month.

But I couldn’t wait that long.

One night, I decided to stay awake and find out the truth. I put off all the lights, laid in bed with pillow end toward the door, and covered my face with a blanket –leaving a small crack.

Things were quiet for the first hour after twelve. I thought about going to the bathroom just after one. If I decided to go and scared the thing away, then I’d waste hours of sleep. I fought against my bladder and waited.

At two, I heard the first noise. It sounded like something being scraped away. As if someone in the next room worked at the wall with a screwdriver. I held my breath and listened.

It lasted for twenty minutes and by that time I knew something was definitely there. My heart pounded in my chest. I felt like running, but I wouldn’t be able to live with myself unless I knew the truth.

The sound stopped and started in intervals.

I thought about checking on Mum and Dad. But judging from all the other nights, no one would be hurt. Whatever made the scratches was only interested in the walls. And if I waited long enough, maybe I could catch the culprit.

My patience thinned as each minute passed. My bladder throbbed, threatening to burst. I gritted my teeth and squashed my knees together.

Just after three AM, the sound came again and closer. I could see a shadow moving in the darkness of the hallway.

The thing, whatever it was, stopped just steps away.

It scraped at Mum and Dad’s bedroom door. Then it moved toward mine. I readied my hand for the light.

The creature worked at my door, each scratch like chalk on wood. It sounded hungry as if it devoured the grooves.

My heart pounded in my chest, my ears, the back of my head. I wanted to move, but fear held me still. The dark thing shifted along my carpet, breathing in between the screeching sound of it scratching the wood.

It was now or never.

I shot up and flicked on the light, and then cried as I fell back onto my bed.

Mum and Dad scraped at my bedroom door, their eyes blank, nails rimmed with blood, and their mouths speaking soundless words.

4. Closet light by Evanthenerd83

When I was a little girl, I used to read at night. I always kept my closet light on. It flowed from underneath the door

and dissolved the illusion of darkness with white brilliance. Warm. Inviting. I felt so comfortable that I would forget to turn it off afterwards.

But one night, it turned itself off.

5. My Husband Was Never A Romantic Man by WinterTragedy

My husband greeted me as I walked through the door today. He had a bouquet of roses, and dinner was waiting on the table.

It would have been romantic if I hadn’t just arrived home from identifying his body at the morgue.

Be afraid. Be very afraid.

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