Horror story time
Hey everyone,
I’ve been thinking about sharing these stories for a while. These are real things that happened in my family house when I was a kid. Our house always felt a little off, especially at night or during Maghrib time when the light gets strange and everything goes quiet. Here are the scariest incidents that still haunt me.
When I was 6 or 7, I loved playing outside with my friends. My mom always warned me to come home before Maghrib, but I never listened. One evening I went to the end of our street with a friend. There was an old abandoned house there that had been empty for years. As we walked past it, I looked up at a broken window and saw a woman in a long black dress staring straight at me. Her face was pale and she didn’t move at all. She just watched us with empty eyes. My friend saw her too. We both ran home as fast as we could, hearts pounding. I told my mom what happened. She looked worried and said, “I told you not to stay out during Maghrib.” After that night, I never played outside that late again. I still remember how cold her stare felt.
My oldest sister told me about something that happened when I was only 1 or 2 years old. One night she was trying to sleep in her room. Suddenly she felt like something was watching her from the doorway. When she turned to look, there was a tall, disfigured figure standing there. It looked completely wrong — like its body and face were twisted in unnatural ways. She couldn’t even describe it properly because it was so disturbing. As soon as she saw it, the figure disappeared, but then she heard slow, heavy footsteps walking away down the empty corridor. She was frozen with fear and couldn’t move or call for help. She still says it was the most terrifying thing she has ever seen.
We had an upper floor in our house that was mostly closed off. It always felt cold and creepy up there, and we sometimes heard strange noises coming from above. One afternoon my other sister went upstairs with our aunt. She was excited and ran up the stairs ahead of everyone. When she reached the top, she stopped suddenly. Standing in front of her was a dirty, disfigured woman with long, wet, matted hair covering her face. The woman just stood there, staring. My sister screamed and collapsed unconscious on the floor. Our aunt quickly carried her downstairs. When my sister woke up, she was shaking and told my mom everything. After that day, no one in our family was allowed to go upstairs again.
Hide and seek was our favorite game, but one time it turned into a nightmare. My sister who is two years older than me went to hide in the guest room. The room was usually empty and quiet. When she stepped inside, she saw a clown standing in the corner. It slowly raised its hand and waved at her with a wide, creepy smile. Before she could run, the clown lunged forward and grabbed her. She blacked out from fear right there. Our little cousin who was hiding with her saw everything and ran out screaming for my mom. By the time the adults reached the room, the clown was gone and my sister was unconscious on the floor.
When I was 13, something happened to me personally. I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep. Suddenly I felt the mattress sink beside me, like someone had sat down. I opened my eyes and saw a tall black figure sitting right next to me on the bed. It had no clear face, but I could see it smiling at me in a horrible, unnatural way. I was so scared I couldn’t even scream. I quickly closed my eyes and started reciting duas. When I finally opened them again, the figure was gone. But the cold feeling on the bed stayed for a long time.
The last one happened with my little brother. One night he suddenly started screaming in his sleep. I ran into his room and found him sitting up, terrified. He told me that something black and heavy was sitting on his chest, pressing down and trying to choke him. He couldn’t move or breathe properly until he finally screamed. The moment he did, whatever it was disappeared. I stayed with him the whole night because we were both too scared to sleep.
Our house had many more strange things happen over the years — footsteps in empty rooms, whispers at night, and that constant feeling that something was watching us. These stories are all true, and even now as an adult, I sometimes think about them and get scared.
Has anyone else experienced creepy things in their childhood home? I’d love to hear your stories in the comments. Stay safe out there.