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Good evening, this is Spooky Boo Rhodes coming to you from the lighthouse in Sandcastle, California. It’s foggy out there tonight. I can hear the waves crashing against the shore under the crackling of my fireplace. The wolves are howling in the distance, waiting for the next appearance of the full moon at the end of the month.
Tonight I have three terrifying stories about Demons from a feverish job interview to demons taking over Spring break at a school.
You can read along with me on my website by visiting www.scarystorytime.com and opening up the episode “From Demons to Hell Fire: 3 Terrifying stories About Demons” or just close your eyes and enjoy the rest of the podcast.
Now let’s begin…
Story Number 1
Sulphur Cindy by Sarah Marshal King
In high school, I wasn’t the happiest person in the world. The other kids didn’t seem to like me much, and it carried over to the next several jobs. I don’t know what it was about me they didn’t like. I was nice enough; I was pretty and decently smart. I guess I was just awkward. I wasn’t great at holding conversations even at parties. When it was my turn to speak, there was always silence as I thought up the next best answer, and I’d leave the room out of frustration. Part of me became extremely embarrassed, and well, the other part couldn’t handle the embarrassment. That was something I didn’t want to happen from experience.
So it wasn’t surprising that when, as a tech lead in my latest job, some creep from school ironically named Jock because he was a Jock, applied to become one of my tech support employees and he laughed when he sat down across from me during the interview.
He seriously laughed.
When he did, I felt the bile rise a little in my throat. I had to swallow hard to push it down, and it burned a bit. I did carry a bit more stomach acid than most people, but the doctors never said anything and couldn’t stop it from happening. They still have no answers, but I digress.
He must have noticed that I was a bit uncomfortable, so he reached across the table and grabbed my hand. “Hey, it’s ok. We’re adults now, right?”
My stomach gurgled and up came a belch. Jock snatched his hand away from mine and pushed himself away from the desk in the rolling office chair, then started laughing. “You haven’t changed a damn bit!”
I closed my mouth and bit down. I winced when the tips of my eyeteeth pierced the inside of my cheeks. No, I really hadn’t changed a bit, except back then I didn’t know the horrid things that could happen after puberty–which hit me rather late in life.
I opened my mouth to speak, but blood dribbled out.
“Eww, are you ok?” he snorted. “Wait until Jess gets a load of this!”
“Still with Jess?” Jess was the prom queen, of course. The perfect couple–although I’m sure he’s living off her dad’s money and taking the job to appease him so that he will continue to get free money.
“Yeah, I’m not stupid enough to dump that bitch. I’d end up with someone like you. You always did smell, you know that? Kind of like sulfur. Rotten eggs. I don’t know. Didn’t you know that?”
That stung hard. I knew that, and there was nothing I could do about it. There were no answers with the constant tests the doctors put me through, and since I was adopted from a church because some creep of a mother left me on the steps for the nuns to raise, no one ever knew. I tried DNA testing as an adult, but I have no relatives. I can’t figure it out.
Back to the interview. So, as Jock entered the text message to Jess as rudely as possible through speech to text, I listened.
“Hey comma you will never guess who is interviewing me exclamation mark. It is Sulfur Cindy. Remember her question mark”
Another burp made its way into my mouth. This time it was hot, acidic. It burned at the holes my teeth had made earlier.
“Hey, this interview is over,” I told him quickly while gathering my purse and iPhone. I wasn’t going to hire him anyway, knowing what a jerk he had always been. I could already imagine the terrible things he’d say to the customers who didn’t read the manual.
“Hey, no hard feelings, ok? I really need this job. Jess is unemployed and we’re scraping it?”
“What happened to rich old dad?” I said through thin lips.
“He disowned us. I cheated on her, she went back to me.”
“You’re a monster. I’m not giving you a job.”
“Come on man, you know the drill. Wife ain’t putting out so we get desperate,” he stepped closer to me and ran his hand down my back as I jerked away. “You already know this, you’re probably at the bars every weekend with your stinky breath waiting for a number like me to come along and give you something you’ve never had before.”
The rumble cramped as the noises coming from my gut grew louder and hotter. Jock stepped farther back with a smile on his face. “Damn girl, you smell like a someone left a rotten egg in your ass!”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I tried to stop it, but I just couldn’t. The belch was bigger than any burp had ever happened out of my small frame. Before this, the damage was tiny. I only lit garbage cans on fire, but today the smelliest and hottest stream of stinky hot fire jetted abruptly toward Jock’s face. He screamed as the scorching fiery flames licked at his skin. His scream faded when he dropped to the floor–head completely immersed in fire.
It died out as he landed. The only trace left was the picnic BBQ smell that permeated the office and the mix of blackened skin peeling from his scarred face with the visceral remains of muscle and fat oozing through.
Jock really did like hot girls in high school. Perhaps I was just too hot for him now.
Story Number 2
Hell School by AnAngryGerbil
The alarm rings at 6:00 AM. Routine takes over: shower, teeth, clothes. I jam my headphones in, the aggressive pulse of metal drowning out the morning quiet as I head out. My iPod is a glitchy piece of junk—always has been. It plays whenever it wants, often screaming through the outboard speaker even when the jack is plugged in. It’s acting up again as I step into the pre-dawn darkness.
A sudden, ominous aura settles over the street. As I approach the bus stop, a low fog crawls down from the sky, hugging the pavement like a shroud. The stop is empty. I assume my classmates have started their Spring Break early, mocking the school schedule. I think they’re morons—but by the end of the day, I’ll realize they were the lucky ones.
The bus appears through the mist, trailing a sense of unease. The driver is a stranger with an eerie, yellow-toothed smile and lazy, dark eyes. I step on and freeze. The bus is empty. I turn to bolt, but the doors hiss shut. The engine roars, and the driver mumbles a twisted giggle.
“Get me off this bus!” I scream.
He ignores me. I pull at the emergency lever—it’s dead. He glares at me through the mirror, his expression turning sharp and lethal. “There’s no getting off until we reach our destination. Sit down and shut the fuck up.”
We reach the school. The driver bolts away the moment I step off, leaving me standing before a fortress. The fences are gone, replaced by twenty-foot concrete walls. No exits. No escape. The campus is a desert, but as I enter my homeroom, the silence breaks.
Click. Click. A sound like long nails on stone coming from the next room. Then a heavy thumping—something massive is moving. I hear the unmistakable sound of a blade scraping against the drywall. I hide, holding my breath until my lungs burn.
When I finally emerge, the door explodes off its hinges.
It stands eight feet tall. Sharp, hooked nails. Arms as long as a man’s body. Its skin is a mesh of muscle and barbs, ending in a wickedly spiked tail. Bandages wrap its head, but through a gap, I see an eye—swollen and sewn shut with black thread.
It snarls, a black liquid dripping from a maw of razor teeth. My iPod glitches—metal music blares into the room. The creature spins.
It’s a blur of motion. I dodge, I roll, I scramble. I grab a serrated metal leg from a broken desk, holding it like a spear. It lunges, but stops. A high, piercing hiss echoes from outside. The monster’s tail tucks between its legs. It flees through a window in a state of pure terror.
What could possibly scare a god? I don’t wait to find out. I need the maintenance lift to scale the walls.
I reach the custodian’s office, fighting through a barricade of vending machines. I find the lift, but the scratching returns. The garage door is shredded from the outside. A second beast—larger, stronger, and equipped with black, leathery wings—vaults to the second floor.
It isn’t a fight; it’s a survival hunt. I use the lift to reach the wall, narrowly avoiding a mid-air strike. I leap to the street, the impact jarring my bones. The winged horror spiraling down after me.
I see the opening. It lunges. I jab my makeshift spear into the center of its eye, sliding the wood clean through to the brain. Its body shuts down instantly.
I check my phone: 1:00 PM. No signal. Just an ominous, hollow dial tone. I sprint home, the silence of the streets screaming in my ears. I burst through my front door. “Mom? Dad?”
From their bedroom, I hear it. The sound of nails scratching against the wall.
Story Number 3
By MisterHappyFace
In San Jose, California, during the early or mid 90’s, my family lived in a trailer. A neighborhood friend introduced me to his own makeshift Ouija board. Basically, it was just a piece of paper with the words “yes” and “no” on opposite sides. The planchette was replaced with a string tied to a small weighted object at the end. We would then hold the string between the two words written on the paper and ask questions directed to the ghost. The weighted object at the end of the string would slowly start swaying towards the corresponding word to the questions asked by us. I don’t remember what any of the questions or answers were, but the discussion ended with me believing that I had a new cool ghost friend to talk to! I created my own makeshift Ouija paper and had another chat with this “friend” before going to bed. Nothing unusual happened yet.
The next day, my friend called me on the phone, insisting that I get rid of the makeshift Ouija paper ASAP! He reported that his mom warned him not to mess around with these types of games, because chances are, it will be a demon toying with you. He insisted that I break off the relationship with my ghost friend immediately and said that he had already done the same by cursing out the Ouija paper.
After hanging up the phone, I immediately went to my room, looking for the makeshift Ouija paper. I grabbed the paper, but then decided that the best way to repel an evil spirit was to write “I love Jesus” all over the paper. Halfway through writing Jesus’ name, something in my trailer got REALLY, REALLY upset at me. I suddenly heard a very aggressive growling and even felt the whole trailer vibrating, as if something big and heavy was storming through the trailer. Unfortunately, my back was turned from the door, but the vibration felt like it was something coming down the hallway, entering my room, and heading towards my back. Neither were the growling sounds emitted down low, as one would expect from an animal, so whatever it was that entered my room, it had to be approximately the same height as me, because the growling noise was coming up right behind my back!
For some strange reason though, I then decided to MAN the fuck up like a SOLDIER and turn around to face this angry entity that was clearly coming for me. My body tensed up, and I was ready to engage in the BIGGEST fight of my life. As soon as I turned around, however, the noise and the vibration suddenly stopped and everything went quiet. But my body was still tense because I was SURE that a hostile entity had entered my room. Suddenly, I saw my dad struggling to carry an electric heater as he passed by my door, making grumbling noises as he stormed down the hallway.
But I didn’t let my guard down. I didn’t believe what I saw because I was absolutely CERTAIN that something large & angry entered my room! I remained in fight mode. Even though I never actually saw anything in the room with me, I was sure of the the vibration and the growling that I heard coming up right behind me. I was as certain of this angry entity as a bat would be certain of “echo-location”.
“Yeah Right!” I said out loud in my empty room. I then stepped out into the hallway and looked in the direction where I saw my dad headed. The lights to my parent’s bedroom were on. I then called out to my dad, who then replied, “What?” except he replied from the living room, the other direction of the hallway.
I then asked, “Dad, didn’t you just walk into the [master] bedroom?”
“No,” he replied.
I then said, “But I just saw you walk by!”
“No, he’s been here with me the whole time,” my mom said.
I then walked down the hallway to my parents’ bedroom. It was empty. I then told my parents that the light in their bedroom was on.
My dad then said, “Oh, it is? I must have forgotten to turn it off then.” I then went back into my room and completed the sentence I didn’t get to finish writing. I wrote it again and again, all over the Ouija paper, folded the paper up, and stuck it into a Bible. I left it in the Bible for at least a week before I tore it up and threw it away. This thing that tried to terrorize me, never bothered me again.
CONCLUSION:
I was like 12 or 14 at the time. I don’t do drugs nor drink alcohol. I was not afraid of the dark. I never had any imaginary friends or problems sleeping alone at night. My parents are not the type that play pranks on me either. Even if this was a prank, this prank would be way too elaborate for my parents to pull off!
This memory is the ONLY reason why I’m not an atheist. There is obviously a lot of evil in this world – physical and apparently non-physical as well – but whatever it was that in my home, it SERIOUSLY got pissed at me for just writing a name down: Jesus. If God doesn’t exist, then writing Jesus’ name on the Ouija paper should not have any effect on it! There would be no reason whatsoever for this evil entity to get upset at me if I was writing a name of a fictitious character.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I am not a Bible geek. I do not believe in every word of the Bible. I do believe in evolution. I trust the scientific method way more than blind faith. As I’ve grew older, I became agnostic. I am also very disgusted with how I’ve seen religious people behave and the claims they make about what “God would desire or despise” or how easily politicians will manipulate their base with religion, but until I can get a logical scientific explanation of this event, I can NOT become an atheist.
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