Scary stories thread

im bored lol and anyone that has an scary story from irl or from internet are welcome to share on here for those who like scary stories or would just like to hear. thats the whole reason of the thread lol

The printer is jammed.....but there's no paper in it. dun dun dun.

*pulls out the jammed piece of paper* OH NO! THE CRINKLES ON THE PAGE SPELLS OUT "You're out of ink." We're doomed.

I’m in college and live on campus in a dorm. This dorm is very old and community style. I’ve been living here for two months with my roommate and everything has been fine. Then in the last week, we’ve had all of our lights in our room, just our room, go out. We’ve been trying to put maintenance requests in for the past week but the website won’t allow us to do it for some reason. So last night we went to bed in our many layers and multiple blankets to battle the cold. I’m usually a lucid dreamer and can wake myself up if I need to. Last night, though, I heard my roommate yelling from the hallway that her key wasn’t working in the lock and that she needed in NOW. So I stumbled out of bed and was reaching for the lock on the door when I looked over and saw her asleep in her own bed. I backed away from the door to go back to sleep, thinking that it had been a dream that I’d thought was real. I took a last look at my sleeping roommate and went to turn around to climb into my bed when I saw the shadow under the door. The door is a good inch or two off the ground so I bent down to see if there was someone standing at our door or the one across the hall. When I was eye level with the crack I saw a pair of boots facing our door. Then the person turned away and I heard the stairwell door open. I couldn’t even turn on the lights because the bulbs were out so I crawled into bed with my lamp and sat there for an hour because I was freaking out. To get onto a girls’ floor you have to have the student card of someone at lives here and they lock the building up at midnight every night to make sure that only students and guests are inside. We’ve had problems with homeless people sleeping in the basements of some buildings. I was freaking out because the boots were men’s boots

I dated a kid in high school for about 3 months. He became very controlling and jealous over that time. He actually tried to choke me once over a comment I had made and I immediately ended things with him. Fast forward about 9 years. I’m single, successful job, own a house, had a wonderful 220 lb St Bernard named Sargeant. My life was full. I had no want for anything, especially a relationship. Out of the blue I get a Facebook message from the guy I dated in high school. He asked how I was and things like he thought about me all of the time and wanted to get together to have dinner. I politely but firmly said no and I thought that was that. Unfortunately it turns out that he is extremely persistent. He started messaging me on Facebook 2 or 3 times a day, I ignored him and continued working and living my life. It got to the point that he would message me over ten times a day so I of course blocked him and again didn’t think anything of it. Then things got a little concerning after that. He somehow got my phone number and started texting me more than 20 times a day. Some of the texts started creeping me out. He said things like “saw you in your yard today. You look good” and ” I always get what I want”. What bothered me the most was that he found out where I lived. As a 23 year old I have no reason for a home phone and just use my cell phone so my address wasn’t published anywhere I was aware of. It just sent up a couple red flags. My St Bernard was a big ham so he sleeps in bed with me at night. One night I woke up one night to my St Bernard covering me with his whole body and shaking all over. I lifted my head a little to get a better look at his face and was shocked to see he had what I can only describe as a silent feral snarl on his face, staring out my bedroom window. I turned my head because it was the only thing I could move, having an oversized lap dog pinning me to the bed, and saw the son of a bitch that was Internet stalking me for months. The SOB looked straight into my eyes and hightailed it out of there. I unburied my arm, grabbed my phone and called the police. I live in a small town so they were there in under 2 minutes. When they looked around the house, they found cigarette butts on the ground by the window and a wet substance on the side of my house under the window that turned out to be, you guessed it, semen. He was arrested after they linked the dna of the semen to a rape he had committed and served time for in a different county. I have absolutely no doubt, that if my dog hadn’t have been there, I would have been raped and possibly worse. Sargeant passed away two months later after being hit by a car. Nothing will ever replace my big hero, but my Cane Corso mastiff police trained protection dog I got shortly after Sargeant passed has a special spot in my heart. Just like Sarge does.