Linh and I met in 2008. She was from a very small town in Washington with a population of less than five hundred. I was working my way through college as an event bartender in Portland. Linh’s cousin was getting married in Portland, and as fate would have it, the wedding reception was held at an upscale hotel on the Columbia River where I frequently tended to small wine and beer bars. I noticed her immediately, as I often notice women that I quickly convince myself are too beautiful to ever date someone like me. Eventually as the night went on, she made her way over to my bar and ordered a white wine. We talked for a while about Portland. I sweated profusely as I tend to do around girls like her. She would be spending the next two days in the city, and I took a few moments telling her about the most interesting sights to see and things to do in town.
“Wow, you should just be my personal tour guide” she said, grabbing my arm and smiling. This happened to me so infrequently that I really had no idea how to react, so I just mumbled “Sure, what time?” and laughed nervously to hedge in the event that she was joking. “How about 10:30 tomorrow morning” she replied.
And so started my relationship with Linh. She was infectious, with a personality that was so innocent and warm. I immediately fell in love with her. There were a few issues that we would have to work through. She was still in Washington and I was finishing school in Oregon. Linh was Vietnamese with a very traditional father who would never approve of her having a white boyfriend. She lived alone in a house with her father as her mother had passed away several years earlier, so going to Yarrow Point to visit her was out of the question. She would come to see me every three weeks under the guise of a prestigious internship program.
Being in a long distance relationship, we spoke on the phone and texted constantly. When high speed internet finally came to her small town in Washington, I surprised her with a webcam for her computer so we could have an even better means of long distance communication. In the back of my mind, I was always looking for ways to be with her as even after two years of dating I was paranoid a girl as beautiful as her would eventually find somebody better to share her life with.
In 2010, Linh’s father passed away suddenly in his sleep from a heart attack. He was everything to her, and she was heartbroken. When she returned from Florida where the funeral was held and her father buried, she was all alone in the house where she had lost both of her parents. With Linh’s father deceased, she was open to finally allowing me to come to Washington to see her, which we planned on doing in a few weeks after my college finals.
One night during our usual bedtime conversation, Linh mentioned to me that her father had been acting strangely in the days leading up to his death. She explained that he had taken to checking up on her multiple times throughout the day and night, and scattering religious artifacts throughout the house. This behavior, she said, was highly uncharacteristic of him. Vietnamese culture and religion was something foreign to me, and at various points Linh had mentioned things like this that I normally wrote off as just being a little silly. She explained to me that being in the house alone without her Dad was emotional and may be playing tricks on her. She hated the feeling of being so alone. She told me that being able to see me on her webcam was the closest thing she had to family, and asked that I promise to never turn off the webcam. She meant the world to me, so I was happy to oblige.
A few days passed and it was now the Tuesday before the weekend when I would finally come to see her in Washington. We spent our bedtime webcam session excitedly talking about our plans and I dozed off with my head on the kitchen table in mid conversation. It had been a long day. When I woke up, I saw Linh sleeping on my screen and stumbled off to bed.
At 3:00am, my cell phone begin to ring. Disoriented, I rolled over, took a look at the clock and knew it could only be her. She took great pleasure in waking me up in the middle of the night to let me know that she had just gotten a drink of water, or had an amusing dream. Anyone else would have gotten an earful from me, but her flirtatious giggle made me feel lucky to have my much needed sleep interrupted.
"I had a nightmare" Linh gasped. "…You danced in front of my friends". She burst into laughter.
"What are you doing up so late honey? You’ve got to work in the morning?" I said.
"I was thirsty, and went downstairs to get a drink of water."
"Great, well we really should go back to sleep, tomorrow is a big day".
"Allllright" she conceded, "Hey by the way, don’t forg——"
After a few crackles and a brief burst of static, the call disconnected. I hated Linh’s phone, she had an old flip phone that dropped calls with no rhyme or reason at least three times a day. I held down the #1 on my own phone, my speed dial for Linh. No ring, straight to voicemail.
I tried to call several more times, and each time it again went straight to voicemail.
I was exhausted, and though I loved Linh to death, to be honest I just wanted to go back to sleep. My eyelids hung heavy.
A little annoyed, I decided to walk out to my kitchen for a quick drink of water. The two glasses of wine that I drank before bed had left me with a little bit of dry mouth. As I rinsed the glass and went to place it in the dishwasher, out of the corner of my eye I saw movement on the glow of the laptop perched on my dining room table.
It was the webcam. Two fluffy brown paws were making a swimming motion directly in front of her camera. As I got closer I saw a close up of two grinning faces. One of that silly dog of hers, and the other of my giggling girlfriend, who knew that eventually after being unable to make phone contact I would wander out to the webcam to say goodnight. I wouldn’t put it past her to turn the phone off on purpose to elaborately stage this scene. Me, standing in my underwear at 3am on a work night, half asleep staring at a girl and a puppy on a webcam.
I waved goodnight, and she kissed the lens of the webcam and pulled away.
I wiped my eyes and looked again.
It’s… standing in the corner of the room. It’s…
Staring at her.
Wrinkled. Angry, twisted mouth.
What the fuck.
It’s watching her.
Two hours later, I woke on the dining room floor. I had a ringing in my ears and a knot on the back of my head. I immediately knew what had happened. It wasn’t the first time. Sudden, extreme stress has given me panic attacks and black outs a few times before. I had never felt such fear when what had happened came rushing back and I nearly had a second panic attack when my thoughts turned to Linh. I loved her more than anything in the world. It took me several moments to summon the courage the look in the direction of my laptop. When I finally did, the screensaver had long since turned on. I looked away from the screen as I flicked the touchpad with my shaking finger. It took me another two minutes to open my eyes.
Hello! I discovered your blog by mere chance awhile back and I absolutely adore it. I wanted to ask if you could recommend some really genuinely scary films? I enjoy a lot of horror, and have liked your recommendations, but it's been a long time since I've had a real good scare. The uncomfortable-for-days kind. The sleep with-the-lights-on kind. Maybe it's desensitization, cynicism, or just plain getting older, but I'm sure a lot of horror fans understand the feeling. Any suggestions?
I’m pretty much immune to being scared by horror movies. Plus what scares one person might not necessarily scare another, but here are a few newer horror movies that I enjoyed:
Martyrs (warning: very graphic)
I’ll probably have a few to add to this list once October is over. Lots of new horror coming out next month.
I've spent some time trying to find a specific creepypasta. It's about some people trapped inside some kind of icy cave but they're all dead and there's some kind of deity ordering them to do stuff. I'd appreciate it a lot if you could help!
It sounds vaguely familiar, but I’ve read so many creepypastas/short horror stories I have a hard time remembering specific ones. Maybe one of my followers will know which one you’re talking about.
I just went through your whole blog in like two days, you are awesome
That’s quite a feat - I think I have somewhere around 3600+ posts right now. If you go back far enough you’ll run into when my blog use to be a personal blog rather than a specialty blog. I can’t remember why I made the jump over to a horror/creepy blog, but I’m glad I did.
OKAY SO I TRIED WATCHING CINNAMONTOASTKEN GET THROUGH THE FIRST PART OF THE SILENT HILL P.T THING AND I JUST TURNED TO ANOTHER TAB AS SOON AS THE DOOR CREAKED OPEN. PEOPLE WHO CAN MANAGE SCARY ASS SHIT IN FIRST PERSON VIEW ARE SUCH BRAVE SOULS AND ARE NOT TO BE ABSCONDED ;;;;;;
You’d think I could handle almost any scary thing since I run this creepy ass blog, but I have one weakness: horror games. I love playing them, but I’m always on the verge of tears and wetting myself whenever I get thrown into a first person horror game. I’m going to try and attempt to play Silent Hills when it comes out, but I’ll probably need my best friend (GrimApparitions) near me so I can hand her the controller when things get too intense lol
Hey! A while back I recommended that you checked out Cry on YouTube and his creepy pasta narration a, probably a year ago :p haha. I just wanted to suggest another YouTube page that you might like. It's called Frosted Mini Fears. They just make a bunch I short creepy films with narration, kinda like TheLittleFears. Give them a look if you have time :3 keep up the awesome blogging
Thanks for all the recommendations! I always appreciate followers steering me towards creepy YouTube channels or other creepy blogs/websites. I try to keep up with everything horror/creepy related, but I’m only one person so I really depend on others telling me about the things I might have missed or overlooked.
Lurker who doesn't have a tumblr, here. Your post about having been ill just made me want to tell you that I love this blog. It's so creepy, and it's been helping me with my depression for almost two years now, and I wanted to thank you for that. Anyway, I hope you start feeling better.
I’m really glad my blog has helped you these past couple of years. Even though I have to take breaks when my illness flares, running this blog has really kept my own spirits up as well - and messages like yours just really make putting in the effort to keep this blog active all worthwhile :)
Three Girls Scouts are sexually assaulted and brutally murdered while camping in Oklahoma. An escaped inmate with a penchant for kidnapping, rape and women’s eyeglasses is charged with the crimes, but is acquitted when the physical evidence at the scene doesn’t match up.
I was browsing the internet, like I normally do, on a Sunday evening. The sun was going down slowly and I was preparing to do my usual set of tasks. Homework for Monday morning, a quick game on Xbox Live and then draw for half an hour.
Only thing was, I had somehow found my way onto a random thread called “Urban Legends.” I am a sucker for this shit. There’s something about urban legends that just fills me with wonder and imaginative possibility.
Being the curious browser that I am, I began scrolling down through the mountainous thread and noticed that it was 100 pages or more by now. As I went through the board, post by post, I saw classic urban legends and trolls posting terrible pictures before being removed from the thread.
At about page 28, I realized that I had been on this thread for an hour easily. I was bouncing back and forth from youtube and facebook, but I had wasted quite some time on this endeavour. Around page 45 I decided I was done reading and had no more interest in the thread.
However, before I could close my browser and move on, I noticed something strange. An anonymous user had posted on the thread, leaving a link. In all caps, they had written, “SCARY SHIT PEOPLE.” I hadn’t seen anyone post a link without a description thus far. I had a feeling that it was a virus or another fucked up picture of some dude mutilating his crotch again.
I persisted in clicking it though. My hand moved the cursor of the mouse to the back button, in case it was exactly what I assumed it was. The link followed through to a maroon coloured HTML styled page with no advertisements, no other colours and no pictures. Just a maroon page with a download file in the center.
I had no idea what the Oshavein was. I opened a new tab and googled it, wikipedia’d it, googled it again. Nothing. There was no such thing as ‘The Oshavein’. Being as it was just an image file, I decided that I would go ahead and download it.
The download began and the time estimator started at 30 minutes. 30 minutes? That’s a huge freakin’ file! I decided I’d kill some time by watching youtube and chatting on facebook until the file finally finished. The file downloaded and I paused the video I was watching.
“Let’s see what that anon was so scared of.” When I opened the download folder, there was no preview image, I checked the information on it and was shocked to see that it was a file from November 14, 2000. I was actually hesitant to click it and find out what it was.
There was something unsettling about an unknown file like this being on my computer. When I went to open the file, someone messaged me on facebook and scared the shit out of me. I answered their question and started talking to them again. They kept me occupied for 15 minutes before leaving a ‘brb’.
I had to check now. There was no excuse. It was just a picture, there was no way there was a virus on it. Otherwise my anti-virus protection would have been going nuts. I slowly double clicked on the image and awaited the loading box to disappear and show me what I had been dreading taking a peek at.
The image finally loaded. It was a black and white picture of a highway. In the back ground there was a forest. The trees were black silhouettes and the light source was obviously from a noon day sun. The road was the dividing line from the side of the road that the picture had been taken on and the other side with the trees.
At first my observations were quick and I saw nothing that could be considered scary. Until I noticed something standing in and amongst the trees. I thought it was an animal at first. But my guess was quickly replaced with a new one. It was a man. At least I thought it was.
He wasn’t tall, in fact… He was just sort of above average height. He couldn’t have been more than 6 feet. I noticed that his head was shrouded by a black hood and his arms were outstretched, holding onto two of the trees beside him. As I continued inspecting his area of the picture, I felt like I was being stared at right back.
I couldn’t see his face, but there was something off about how perfectly his head was angled. Chills ran down my spine and I minimized the preview window quickly. I tried to shake off the feeling and set my laptop aside. “It’s just a picture you dumb ass,” I said aloud, bopping myself in the head.
I began working on my homework and that same feeling returned. When I looked over at my computer, the preview window was still minimized. I decided I’d open it again and see if I could make out any details about his face. When I expanded the window, the figure from before was now standing at the highway with his hands in his pockets.
I shuddered and pulled back slightly. How the hell did that happen? I peered at the now closer shadowy figure and could make out details about his appearance. He was wearing a black hoody, black jeans and black shoes. His face however… I don’t know how to explain it, but it… It was pointed.
Instead of a human-esque face… What I saw was almost like a bird. His chin came to a point and a massive grin went up either side of his face. He had only one eye, his right eye. It stared back at me, I could feel it watching me. The camera angle was exactly the same. It was as if the photographer had stayed put and the subject had moved forward.
I waited for the picture to move, perhaps it was an altered file that exchanged every once in a while. But nothing happened. No movement or suspicious data alteration. After a while I decided to minimize it again. Why I didn’t exit out of the preview… I’ll never know. I guess I was just curious.
Another hour later, I opened the preview window again. I actually gasped aloud and pushed my computer away when I saw the picture once again. The figure was now on the photographer’s side of the highway. The face was clearer now. The teeth were huge. I could see that the eye was shaped like a cross with the actual eye beneath it.
The eye inside the design stared at me. I was beginning to feel uneasy, but there was always a small part of me that kept saying that it couldn’t hurt me. After all, it was just a download file from a strange HTML site… Needless to say however, I closed the window finally. After I finished my homework, I started up my Xbox and waited patiently for the invites to parties to flood my inbox.
As I started chatting away, I couldn’t help but feel the need to see the picture again. I needed to see if the man would still be there. I clicked the file again and felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up. The man was now only a few yards away from the camera. Upon closer inspection, his black hoody was plastered to his stomach in some areas, covered in something that made the black a little lighter. I finally could see the face clearly. The huge toothy grin that I had seen before, was now revealed to be open slightly. Hanging from his mouth was the fingers of a foreign hand.
I shivered and minimized it. Everyone in my party began asking what I was doing, I kept telling them that I was watching a stupid video, or reading a crappy fan fiction. I didn’t want them to know I was scared out of my mind, staring at a picture from the internet.
I decided I’d play a few games with my friends to take the edge off. After my 5th match in a row, my adrenaline was pumping and I was feeling confident and courageous. Without a moments hesitation, I quickly full sized the image and backed away as far as I could after seeing the image before me.
The man… Shit… I don’t even know if you could call it that anymore… The creature was now full frame, holding the edges of the camera. The fingers inside it’s mouth were gone and it suddenly dawned on me. The photographer was the one that had been eaten by this thing. Whoever… Or whatever this thing was, it was probably the one that had taken the picture… Pictures…
It’s eye was staring at me. I could feel the contact as if the creature was breathing and staring behind the screen into my soul. I shuddered and went to close the window once again. When I hit the exit button, I could almost swear I saw the thing move… Like it moved forward into the camera once more and then the window vanished.
I never opened the file after that. I deleted it and made sure my system was clean of anything remotely close to the title of ‘TheOshavein.png’
Later on in the week, during my photography class, I was out doing nature shots. I had gotten a good bunch of shots and was ahead of schedule. With a grin on my face I walked up to one of my friends and started showing off in front of them. “You asshole! You always get the best shots!” I felt great, way better than that Sunday evening anyways.
That is, until my friend pointed something out to me. “Hey uh… Who the hell is that?” I looked down at the little preview screen. Standing in amongst the trees of one of the shots I took, was the shadowy form. He was grinning proudly, with his arms outstretched towards the camera.
That wasn't my husband who slept next to me last night. - (r/nosleep)
My name is Peter Tillman, and I’m terrified. I am a physicist here in Toronto and teach at one of the best Universities in Canada. I’ve had a very successful career and have been offered tenure, which I’m still debating. I was very luck to be born into a very wealthy family and met the man of my dreams about 8 years ago in my early 20s. We’ve been married for approximately 5 years, and he’s my everything.
He makes me laugh, he makes me smile, he sometimes makes me cry (who doesn’t have that story to tell about their partner), and he’s my partner in crime. The man that came home to me yesterday is not my husband, and I have no idea what’s going on.
Christopher (my husband), left for a business trip five days ago. He’s a patent lawyer and occasionally has to travel for work. He left Pearson international airport and called me when he landed at Wein-Flughafen (Vienna’s main airport). I have a bit of separation anxiety when it comes to being away from him, and he has no problem catering to this. He called me after he got through customs, and when he got to the hotel. Nothing long, just a “hey honey, I’m here” kinda call. We always preferred phone calls since we text with everyone else and decided that calling would be our thing.
I went about the last four days as I usually would: doing chores, teaching the couple summer courses that I’ve been unfortunately assigned, and picking out new colours for the kitchen. His mum is footing the bill for the renovations, so why not. It’s her anniversary present to us.
Yesterday Christopher was scheduled to fly back to Toronto. He called me from Vienna after he got into the lounge at the airport and told me that he was super tired and was going to pass out on the plane. I was happy that he was finally going to get some rest after what sounded like an atrociously busy trip. Poor guy, he works so hard.
His flight was scheduled to arrive at 11pm, and I had an early class to teach today, so I decided to make dinner and leave it in the fridge for him, and then curl up with the poorly written physics textbook that I was editing for a friend. I realized that 11pm had come and gone and I didn’t get word from Christopher, but I just assumed that his flight was delayed. He had a layover in London at Heathrow Airport, and I know that they have some pretty brilliant thunderstorms this time of year, so I just figured that his flight was delayed. When 12pm rolled around, I started to get a bit more worried, but then all of my feelings were allayed. I got a text. I know that Christopher was tired, and that he usually doesn’t sleep well on flights, so I assumed that he just wanted to reassure me, that’s why he texted, instead of calling.
He said: Jweust Landod, will be hom sune.
Poor guy was so tired, he couldn’t even type straight. I even got him a new iPhone for his birthday and assumed that he was still having trouble adapting to the touchscreen having been a loyal blackberry fan for so many years.
I went to the bathroom, took out my contacts and fell asleep. I don’t know how long after receiving that text I fell asleep, but I was out cold. A few hours later I heard the latch turn, and I heard Chris’s usually heavy footsteps climb up the stairs. He went to the bathroom, and did his usual routine, except he left the water running. I thought that was a bit strange. He’s usually VERY particular about turning off the taps so as to not waste water, not because of the bills, but because of the whole environmentalism kick that he’d been on for the past couple of years.
I was drifting in and out of sleep, but I wanted to see him before I fully passed out. He came into the room, and something seemed different. Nothing that scared me, but just seemed off.
I have terrible vision and my glasses were not near the bed since I normally wore contacts. I looked over and his upper lip looked swollen, like if he had been stung by a bee, and I could see a lot more gum and teeth than normal and had a very broad smile…like he missed me and was glad to see me. I asked him, “babe, are you ok, what’s up with your lip?” He quickly told me not to worry, and it was just chapped from being on the plane. I agreed and still half asleep drifted off again.
About 2 hours later I rolled over and noticed that Chris’ back was towards me, whatever. Nothing strange. That’s when I put my arm around him. He felt….thicker. That’s the only way to describe it. I know what my man feels like, and he just felt like a thicker/broader version of him. My general level of unease was starting to get stronger at this point but still not being fully awake, I just chalked it up to nothing.
This morning I woke up and Christopher was gone. His suitcase was still there, he had changed his clothes, but he was gone. I called him, no answer. He however quickly texted me back the following
Et thhe Gym, Loft irly, wull be hume ofter ue leave.
Good I thought, maybe he could work off some of that extra weight I felt on him last night, and chuckled to myself.
I went about my regular routine, and was just about to step out the door when I saw his suitcase again. He had left it on the landing by the door and I guess he just wanted it there, so he could sort it in the living room. As I was leaving a faint musty smell hit me.
It was like if someone had left steak out in the sun for a couple hours. I was already half way out the door, so I felt like it was coming from outside, but when I turned my face towards his suitcase it got so much worse. The smell wasn’t a steak being left out for a couple hours, but a couple days. It reeked. I picked up the suitcase only to realize that he had left his lock on it, and I didn’t have the keys, so I moved it into the Garage, just so it was out of the house.
As I was about to get into the car, I got another text from Christopher:
i Loweve Yu, Sii you Sune.
I texted back: When you get home, check your suitcase, it stinks and the handle has some kind of residue on it.
I still found it strange that he would text.
About 10 minutes after I got into the car, my phone rang. Chris was calling me.
Chris: Hey Babe, so sorry that I didn’t get a chance to call you, you must be crazy worried?
Me: Why? Are you ok?
Chris: Yeah, I’ve been stuck here in London, just getting onto my plane to come home, can you come meet me at the airport?
I froze, I nearly dropped the phone and almost ran my car off the road.
Me: WHAT? What do you mean you’re still in London, is this a joke. That’s not funny Christopher. You came home last night, I saw you, I spoke to you. Yes I’m a heavy sleeper, but don’t shit around. What’s going on.
Chris: Um, listen. He put his phone on speaker, and I could hear a woman in a thick english accent announcing “and Gentleman this is the final boarding call for Flight BA203 to Toronto, Could Mr. Fitzpatrick and Mr. Colridge please come to the British Airways desk on the main concourse.”
I stopped the car. I was dead silent. What’s going on, who did I sleep next to.
Me: Christopher, get home, I’m scared, I need to see you. Call me when you’re at the airport, every thing is ok, I just need to see you.
Chris: chuckle Ok babe, calm down, I’ll be home soon. I should be there by 9pm.
He chuckled because he figured my anxiety was getting the better of me. I didn’t want to freak him out about what happened last night and the texts and who I had spoken to earlier on the phone.
I’m going to work now, I’m not going back to that house. I’m going to the airport as soon as I can to meet Christopher, if it really is Christopher. I don’t know what’s going on anymore. I’m a physicist, a man of science, and none of this makes sense to me.
I haven’t been genuinely scared like this since I was a child. What’s going on?
UPDATE: Final text from “Chris”
I’m aAAt home, witing for yo1u. Won will u b bock?
UPDATE 1730 EST: I just got back from the lab. Two of my colleagues want a chance to inspect the suitcase, but I’ll hold out on that for now. They’ve done two cultures with what they were able to get from under my nails and from the palm of my left hand. They doubt they’ll be able to find anything, because of how long it’s been since I touched the suitcase but they’ll let me know as soon as they see anything.
UPDATE 1745: Christopher messed up his arrival time, he just landed. Heading to the airport now. Told him not to leave without me.
I’m serious. You guys have stuck with my blog even though I have been so inconsistent with my updates. I’ve been dealing with a lot of irl health issues that have made it hard to keep up with this blog, and despite that I’m still getting new followers every day. All of you are amazing and I couldn’t ask for a better community to unleash all this creepy shit on.
And now for some good news - My favorite month is almost here! Expect more awesomely creepy updates throughout October as well as daily updates about my annual horror movie challenge. I’ll be attempting to watch 2 horror movies a day every day in October - each HMC post will list the movies I’ve watched that day as well as a short review of both movies from yours truly.
Expect more consistent updates as my health improves and as we move towards the best month of the year.