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I grew up on an Indian Reservation in the Dakotas. My father became rather traditional as he got older, and being aware of the spirits that are constantly around us is a huge part of Sioux spirituality. The Cheyenne believe that once something terrible happens in a place, it never stops happening. The reservation is/was home to some of the worst atrocities on record, and so the idea of people hanging around after their deaths was not foreign to us. I was raised to believe that it was perfectly normal, if not desired, to be able to see things that non-Natives couldn't. I’ve seen some terribly scary things in my life, but I’ll only share a couple of them.

I grew up in a town that had been home to the most traditional of the traditional. A great war leader was said to have been buried along the banks of the creek that ran through the town, and the traditional Natives flocked there to practice their religion (relatively) safely after a horrible massacre happened in the 1890s. Drug and alcohol abuse had slowly taken over, however, and the one spiritual refuge of the reservation had become a hotspot for rape, murder, suicide, and other untimely endings.

When I was in the 6th grade, my father worked at the community school. Since it was a small town, the school taught grades K-8. He came home troubled one day because the kindergarten class claimed to have all seen a girl who appeared to be dead (throat slit, blackened eyes) staring in at them from the hallway. They had simultaneously started screaming and gesturing toward the door (Natives don't point). Their non-Native teacher was convinced that the kids were all in on some kind of prank, but my dad thought that the appearance of the girl was a sign of things to come.

And it was. It was the beginning of what my family refers to in hushed tones as the 'creepy year.' For no apparent reason, kids started committing suicide down by the creek that ran through the town. One after the other, kids would go down to the same spot and end their lives. A reservation-wide emergency was called and we had to sit in countless assemblies regarding suicide prevention. Still, the suicides continued, and by the end of the month, 4 or 5 kids had died down there.

Soon after the first wave of suicides, a large black car with tinted windows began popping up around town. People mentioned it casually at first, as it was strange to see a new car in a place where everyone knew each other’s rides. Then the car began doing weird things. One of my cousins was driving home from a friend’s house late one night when the car appeared right behind her. Its brights were on and it was tailgating her so closely that she found herself going 90 mph just to keep from getting hit. Then, as she drove past the school, the car disappeared in thin air. Just gone. 

The car began appearing more and more. It attempted to run several more people off the road, and everyone was really, really scared. Whatever was in the car became stronger. It would pull up to the houses where the kids who committed suicide had lived and just sit in the darkness with the engine idling. People who drove by it would see the outlines of 5 people sitting in the car. Two in the front, three in the back.

My dad worked with other spiritual leaders across the reservation to find a way to make the car go away, and to give whoever was driving it peace. As my family was pretty open about supernatural phenomena, and as we'd all seen stuff that couldn't be explained, my dad let us know what was going on. As the numbers of ghosts appearing in the community school increased, and as the sightings of the black car rose, my dad grew very upset and worried. We felt like we were under siege...and kids kept committing suicide down by the creek.

One night, when my dad was out somewhere, we heard a car approach the house. I had been reading in my bedroom, but I heard my mother tell my sisters to run to the back. My two younger sisters hurried into the room looking terrified, and we heard my baby brother's babbling stop completely. My mom would later tell me that she had moved to the big window that looked out to the front yard and peered out. It was the black car. In our driveway. Idling.

My mom said her heart stopped when she recognized the hairstyle of one of the girls who had committed suicide. She could barely make her out through the tinted glass, but she knew who she was. My mom ran to the phone to call my dad, and as soon as she got him on the line, the car reversed with a screech and left our driveway.

The car continued being seen, as well as other truly terrifying things, until the suicides halted and a town-wide ceremony was performed. That remains one of the most frightening periods of my life.

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Shadows grow long, winds turn chilly, and we're closer and closer to All Hallows Eve and Día de Muertos, when the thinly spun spider-web of a veil between the living and the dead falls away like flesh on a zombie. And that means it's time for scary stories!

As in years gone by, we'd love for you to share your spine-shivering tales of terror. True, weird, freaky, scary stories that happened to you (or a friend/family member). Did you live in a house you were sure was haunted? Did you experience an inexplicable phenomenon? Sickening sense of déja vu? Encounter an evil inanimate object? Confront a demon or spirit? We want to know. And we'll post the freakiest ones on Halloween.


For inspiration, here's a terrifying tale, via MrsAmy, from last year:


This didn't happen to me, but it happened to my aunt and it's so freaky I'll never forget it.

My aunt and uncle bought a cool old Victorian in a small town about forty miles away from Austin. It was really a pretty awesome old place and had a historical marker in the front lawn and everything. My aunt and uncle moved for job reasons years ago, and the house is now a successful Bed and Breakfast. Why anyone would pay money to sleep there is beyond me, though.

When my aunt and uncle were still living in the house, their daughter and her young son also lived with them. Chad, the son, was about seven at the time.

One day, my aunt was home alone - uncle and her daughter were both at work, Chad was a school, the lady who cleaned the house had already come and gone for the day. My aunt was in the study, working a project or something. In this house, if you sat at the desk in the study, you had clear view of the foot of the stairs.

She was sitting there on the computer, when she looked up and saw a young boy sitting a the foot of the stairs, staring at her. He was about the same age as Chad, and she assumed he was a friend from school. She asked the kid his name and he didn't answer. She thought he was weird, so she told him he needed to be in school or to go on home. She looked down for a second, and when she looked up, he was gone.

When Chad got home from school that day, she told him one of his friends had been in the house. He said no way, all my friends were at school with me. She described the boy, and Chad got real quiet. He said, oh yeah. I know him. He comes out of my closet to play sometimes at night. Unnerved, my aunt and cousin told him to go play outside and stop telling wild stories.

A couple of months later, my aunt was doing research on the history of the house and found out that a young boy, aged eight, had died there of leukemia in the 70's. She found an old newspaper article about his death, with a picture she recognized. He was the same boy who had been staring at her on the stairs that day.

AHHHHHHH! Your turn.

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Dodai Stewart
10/25/13 2:00pm
For all those who work late nights in high-rises…

I was working late on a Saturday night on the 29th floor of my office building—alone of course, though that was not uncommon. Being almost 30 stories up and near the Pacific ocean, there was a thick fog surrounding the upper part of the building such that you couldn’t see 10 feet out from the building but, if you looked down you could see the lights of the city below. Nearly all of the lights in the office were off because they are controlled by motion detectors and no one had been in the office for hours. Anyway, creepy atmosphere.

So I’m working in my office when I see out of the corner of my eye a distinct brown object briefly pass by on the far side of one of the assistants’ ledges diagonally out of my door (if you’ve worked in an office, you know what I’m talking about). The shape went into my colleague’s office and the light in her office—which also is controlled by motion detectors—went on. My colleague is short and has light brown hair so I assumed I had caught a glimpse of her head as she was walking into her office. Bored, I immediately got up and wandered over to say hello. No one in sight. I looked at her light switch and saw that the manual override button (which turns the motion detector off) was popped out, so the lights that were shining in my face should have been off. The hairs went up on the back of my neck and I walked back to my office and sat down. A minute or so later I looked up and noticed that my colleague’s light was now off again and I got even more creeped out. So I sat there feeling uneasy for a few minutes and listening for sounds of activity in the office, thinking someone was around and triggering office sensors but, alas, there was no one else there.

Probably to make myself feel better by breaking the uneasy silence, I stood up and walked to the door of my office and called out “Hellooo??!” No response, no activity, nothing. So I turned back to walk into my office and—boom—the light in my colleague’s office goes back on and the silence is shattered by the phone in the conference room between our offices suddenly ringing. This was extremely unusual because the conference room can only be dialed from INSIDE the firm. At this point I have an acute case of the willies and I go back into my office and sit there while the phone rings and rings for at least 10 minutes. I tried to focus on my work so I could get the hell out of there, but that infernal phone would not stop ringing. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and I walked into the dark conference room and, wouldn’t you know, the lights didn’t go on like they should have and always do. I’m two seconds from peeing my pants by the time I reach the phone and look down to see that the digital display does not show any incoming call, the phone is just ringing all by itself and has been for 10 minutes! I pick up the phone and, in the manliest voice I can muster say “[Law Firm Name].” Not only is there no response, there was a dial-tone as if no one was ever on the other line, which destroyed my desperate hope that some idiot in another office had dialed the wrong extension. I turned and walked back to my office as fast as I could, noticing over my shoulder that my colleague’s light had turned back on again but—right when I looked at it, it turned back off. I get back to my office and resolve to get the F outta there so I collect my stuff, walk to my door and, just as I’m about to hustle down the hallway to the elevators, I call out “I’m leaving! See you later!” Instantly the light goes on in my colleague’s office, the lights in the conference room go on, and—bam—the phones in the conference room AND my colleague’s office start ringing. All of the hairs on my body stand on end and I feel the blood drain from my head. I raced to the elevator, jumped on, and as the doors closed I could still hear those phones ringing in the distance….

Shadows grow long, winds turn chilly, and we're closer and closer to All Hallows Eve and Día de Muertos, when the thinly spun spider-web of a veil between the living and the dead falls away like flesh on a zombie. And that means it's time for scary stories!

As in years gone by, we'd love for you to share your spine-shivering tales of terror. True, weird, freaky, scary stories that happened to you (or a friend/family member). Did you live in a house you were sure was haunted? Did you experience an inexplicable phenomenon? Sickening sense of déja vu? Encounter an evil inanimate object? Confront a demon or spirit? We want to know. And we'll post the freakiest ones on Halloween.


For inspiration, here's a terrifying tale, via MrsAmy, from last year:


This didn't happen to me, but it happened to my aunt and it's so freaky I'll never forget it.

My aunt and uncle bought a cool old Victorian in a small town about forty miles away from Austin. It was really a pretty awesome old place and had a historical marker in the front lawn and everything. My aunt and uncle moved for job reasons years ago, and the house is now a successful Bed and Breakfast. Why anyone would pay money to sleep there is beyond me, though.

When my aunt and uncle were still living in the house, their daughter and her young son also lived with them. Chad, the son, was about seven at the time.

One day, my aunt was home alone - uncle and her daughter were both at work, Chad was a school, the lady who cleaned the house had already come and gone for the day. My aunt was in the study, working a project or something. In this house, if you sat at the desk in the study, you had clear view of the foot of the stairs.

She was sitting there on the computer, when she looked up and saw a young boy sitting a the foot of the stairs, staring at her. He was about the same age as Chad, and she assumed he was a friend from school. She asked the kid his name and he didn't answer. She thought he was weird, so she told him he needed to be in school or to go on home. She looked down for a second, and when she looked up, he was gone.

When Chad got home from school that day, she told him one of his friends had been in the house. He said no way, all my friends were at school with me. She described the boy, and Chad got real quiet. He said, oh yeah. I know him. He comes out of my closet to play sometimes at night. Unnerved, my aunt and cousin told him to go play outside and stop telling wild stories.

A couple of months later, my aunt was doing research on the history of the house and found out that a young boy, aged eight, had died there of leukemia in the 70's. She found an old newspaper article about his death, with a picture she recognized. He was the same boy who had been staring at her on the stairs that day.

AHHHHHHH! Your turn.

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Dodai Stewart
10/25/13 2:00pm
For all those who work late nights in high-rises…

I was working late on a Saturday night on the 29th floor of my office building—alone of course, though that was not uncommon. Being almost 30 stories up and near the Pacific ocean, there was a thick fog surrounding the upper part of the building such that you couldn’t see 10 feet out from the building but, if you looked down you could see the lights of the city below. Nearly all of the lights in the office were off because they are controlled by motion detectors and no one had been in the office for hours. Anyway, creepy atmosphere.

So I’m working in my office when I see out of the corner of my eye a distinct brown object briefly pass by on the far side of one of the assistants’ ledges diagonally out of my door (if you’ve worked in an office, you know what I’m talking about). The shape went into my colleague’s office and the light in her office—which also is controlled by motion detectors—went on. My colleague is short and has light brown hair so I assumed I had caught a glimpse of her head as she was walking into her office. Bored, I immediately got up and wandered over to say hello. No one in sight. I looked at her light switch and saw that the manual override button (which turns the motion detector off) was popped out, so the lights that were shining in my face should have been off. The hairs went up on the back of my neck and I walked back to my office and sat down. A minute or so later I looked up and noticed that my colleague’s light was now off again and I got even more creeped out. So I sat there feeling uneasy for a few minutes and listening for sounds of activity in the office, thinking someone was around and triggering office sensors but, alas, there was no one else there.

Probably to make myself feel better by breaking the uneasy silence, I stood up and walked to the door of my office and called out “Hellooo??!” No response, no activity, nothing. So I turned back to walk into my office and—boom—the light in my colleague’s office goes back on and the silence is shattered by the phone in the conference room between our offices suddenly ringing. This was extremely unusual because the conference room can only be dialed from INSIDE the firm. At this point I have an acute case of the willies and I go back into my office and sit there while the phone rings and rings for at least 10 minutes. I tried to focus on my work so I could get the hell out of there, but that infernal phone would not stop ringing. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and I walked into the dark conference room and, wouldn’t you know, the lights didn’t go on like they should have and always do. I’m two seconds from peeing my pants by the time I reach the phone and look down to see that the digital display does not show any incoming call, the phone is just ringing all by itself and has been for 10 minutes! I pick up the phone and, in the manliest voice I can muster say “[Law Firm Name].” Not only is there no response, there was a dial-tone as if no one was ever on the other line, which destroyed my desperate hope that some idiot in another office had dialed the wrong extension. I turned and walked back to my office as fast as I could, noticing over my shoulder that my colleague’s light had turned back on again but—right when I looked at it, it turned back off. I get back to my office and resolve to get the F outta there so I collect my stuff, walk to my door and, just as I’m about to hustle down the hallway to the elevators, I call out “I’m leaving! See you later!” Instantly the light goes on in my colleague’s office, the lights in the conference room go on, and—bam—the phones in the conference room AND my colleague’s office start ringing. All of the hairs on my body stand on end and I feel the blood drain from my head. I raced to the elevator, jumped on, and as the doors closed I could still hear those phones ringing in the distance….

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