Good evening, it\u2019s Spooky Boo from Spooky Boo\u2019s Scary Story Time. Tonight I have four spooky scary stories for you to enjoy. I\u2019m having fun reading your submissions. While I can\u2019t get to all of them at once, I\u2019ll add them to the queue. Be sure to listen to see when your story plays! And if you haven\u2019t sent it in yet, submit your story at www.scarystorytime.com<\/p>\n
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STORY ONE<\/p>\n
Mia from California<\/p>\n
Okay, I can\u2019t stop shaking while I\u2019m typing this. My name\u2019s Mia, I\u2019m 19, and I swear to god everything I\u2019m about to say actually happened last year at the county fair.
\nMe and my roommate Jess went because we were both dying from summer midterms and needed a break. The moment I smelled the funnel cake I had to have one so we bought one each with a large soda. . We rode the Tilt-A-Whirl twice, screaming and laughing until our stomachs hurt. Everything felt normal, you know? Safe.
\nThen we walked past the Fun House.
\nIt was kinda tucked back behind the Ferris wheel, all faded red and yellow paint peeling off. There was this giant clown face painted over the door that looked like it was smiling way too hard. Jess was like, \u201cNope, too sketchy,\u201d and wanted to skip it, but I was feeling stupid and brave. I told her I\u2019d just go quick and meet her at the corn dog stand in ten minutes. That was a huge mistake.
\nI was standing there buying my ticket when this clown stepped out from the shadows right next to the entrance. Full makeup, it had a baggy polka-dot suit, giant red nose. But something was off with his face. The white paint looked all cracked and old, like it had been sitting there for years. His eyes were completely black tgere was no shine, no life, just dead looking. He tilted his head and smiled so wide I could see every single yellow tooth.
\n\u201cHey pretty girl,\u201d he said in this high, sticky voice. \u201cCome inside. I have something special just for you.\u201d He held up this piece of candy wrapped in old yellow wax paper that looked all sticky and gross. \u201cJust for sweet ones like you. Go deeper in\u2026 you\u2019ll laugh forever.\u201d
\nI laughed nervously so I didn\u2019t sound rude, but I\u2019m not sure if I passed the test. My feet started moving anyway. I walked in. The Fun House had mirrors everywhere There were spinning floors and black lights. His laugh kept bouncing around like it was coming from inside my own head. I kept seeing him in every reflection, getting closer each time, waving me deeper. \u201cCome on, Mia,\u201d he whispered, even though I never told him my name. \u201cStay with me. The police can\u2019t find me anymore.\u201d
\nI spun around in circles looking for a way out. I felt trapped. How in the hell did he know my name?
\nMy chest got tight. I turned around to run and slammed right into a mirror that wasn\u2019t a mirror\u2014it was him. Solid for half a second. His cold fingers grabbed my wrists. I screamed, twisted out of his grasp. Then I bolted for the exit sign, tripping over my own feet the whole way. I busted out the back door sobbing so hard I couldn\u2019t even breathe.
\nJess was already standing there waiting, face totally white. \u201cMia, what the hell?\u201d
\nI told the security guard everything. At first he rolled his eyes, but when he saw how bad I was crying and the red marks from his cold fingers on my wrists, he radioed two other guards. These big dudes with flashlights. They went in laughing, one of them joking, \u201cWe\u2019ll drag that clown out by his big shoes.\u201d
\nThey never came back out.
\nTen minutes passed. Then twenty. The fair manager shut the whole ride down. Cops showed up and searched every inch. There were no clowns. There were no guard. There were no cops in there. Just empty hallways and dusty mirrors. They ended up closing the fair early that night. People were whispering all over the place.
\nOn the way home Jess told me this rumor she\u2019d heard from one of the old carny guys. Back in 1957 there was a clown named Rusty who worked the Fun House. He\u2019d lure girls inside, lock the doors, do awful stuff to them. One night a bunch of parents finally caught him. The police shot him right there in the mirror maze. They say he still walks around in there some nights, still calling out to \u201cpretty girls,\u201d still smiling that same smile.
\nI keep having dreams about those black eyes and that red nose. I keep hearing him say my name.
\nMy advice? Just stay away from the Fun House. He\u2019s still waiting for you.<\/p>\n
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STORY TWO<\/p>\n
Tyler from Texas<\/p>\n
I\u2019m still freaking out bad and my hands won\u2019t stop shaking while I type this. My name\u2019s Tyler, I\u2019m 18, and what happened last night at the county fair still doesn\u2019t feel real at all.
\nMe and my buddies Jake, Jenna, and Angela went because we wanted one last stupid fun night before senior year was over. The Ferris wheel looked sick: huge, all lit up with blinking colors, spinning slow against the dark sky. We piled into one of the swinging cars, laughing our asses off as it lifted us up.
\nEverything was chill at first. We were all the way at the very top when the wheel just jerked to a stop. The car rocked hard and then\u2026 just stayed there. We figured it was normal, like they were letting people off or something. Then we looked down.
\nTwo carnies in dirty orange vests were going at it right below us, screaming and shoving each other near the control booth. One had a wrench, the other was swinging a metal bar. They were yelling shit we couldn\u2019t really make out, but it looked bad. We started shouting \u201cHey! Get us down!\u201d over and over. Jake was leaning halfway out yelling the loudest. Angie was crying. I kept checking my phone, but it was dead. Our watches were dead, too. Nothing worked.
\nWe screamed for what felt like forever. People walking around on the ground just kept going like they couldn\u2019t even hear us or they couldn\u2019t even see the fight going on. The brawl kept going. Punches, cursing, one guy slamming the other into the fence. Our car was swinging harder every time we yelled. It felt like an hour. It was more than an hour. My legs were numb from sitting there, my throat was raw. We kept checking our watches, counting the minutes. It had to be at least seventy minutes up there, easily.
\nFinally, the wheel started moving again, super slow, and brought us down. This old carny with a beard unlocked our door and let us off like nothing had happened. We were all pale and shaking. Angie was still sobbing.
\nI grabbed the guy\u2019s arm and said, \u201cWhat the hell? Those two were fighting down there and left us stuck up there for over an hour!\u201d
\nHe looked at me like I was crazy. \u201cWhat fight? The ride wasn\u2019t even supposed to be running tonight. We had it shut down for maintenance. Nobody\u2019s been operating it.\u201d
\nWe all started arguing with him. Jake pulled out his phone, now it worked, and showed the time. 8:47 p.m. We got on at 8:42. Only five minutes had passed. I checked my watch again. Angie\u2019s, Jenna\u2019s, everyone checked their own watches. All of them said five minutes. But we\u2019d been checking them the whole time we were up there screaming. I swear on my life it was over an hour. We were freezing, starving, our voices were gone from screaming. How does that even happen?
\nThe old carny got this weird look on his face and lowered his voice. \u201cListen\u2026 years ago, back in \u201998, two carnies got into it real bad while the wheel was running. A little kid in one of the cars panicked, climbed out, and fell. Died right there. They say sometimes the wheelremembers. Stops when it shouldn\u2019t. Shows you the fight. But time\u2026time don\u2019t move the same.\u201d
\nWe didn\u2019t believe him at first. But when we asked around, a couple of the old-timers just nodded like it was common knowledge. There was no video, no witnesses from our experience tonight. Just our story and four watches that all lied. Some say the fair and the police had closed up the case and said nothing so the tourists wouldn\u2019t catch on.
\nI keep replaying it in my head. The screaming. The car swinging. Those two carnies beating each other up while we begged to get down.
\nI\u2019m never riding another Ferris wheel again. If you hear the wheel stop and see the fighting below\u2026 don\u2019t yell. Just close your eyes and pray it lets you off in five minutes. Because sometimes it doesn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
STORY THREE<\/p>\n
Anonymous from California<\/p>\n
I was sixteen the night it happened, the summer before junior year. My parents were out of town for my dad\u2019s work thing, and I\u2019d begged them to let me stay home alone instead of crashing at my grandma\u2019s. I was at the fair earlier that day and some creepy dude was following me around so I was glad to just get home and rest.
\nThe house felt huge and quiet, but I liked it that way. I stayed up late texting my best friend, who in this story I will call Tina. She left around eleven after we watched a movie. Around two in the morning I finally turned off the lights and rolled over in bed.
\nThat\u2019s when I felt it.
\nNot a sound. Just this heavy, watching feeling, like someone had stepped into my room and was standing by the door. I figured Tina had come back for something she forgotten. She does that. I whispered, \u201cTina?\u201d and sat up a little. The streetlight through my blinds lit up faintly across the carpet. There was definitely a shape there, taller than Tina, shoulders too wide. It was a man. He wasn\u2019t moving. He was just staring at me.
\nMy heart slammed so hard I could feel it in my teeth. I tried to scream. My mouth opened, my throat worked, but nothing came out. The air felt thick. My voice was trapped inside it, muffled and small, the way sound gets underwater. I clawed at my throat like that would help. The figure took one slow step forward, then another. There were no footsteps. Just the shape gliding closer.
\nWhen he reached the foot of my bed I saw he had no face. Where the face should be was only a swirling black mess, like smoke turning in on itself. He had no eyes. He didn\u2019t even have a mouth. Just that endless, slow churn. He kept moving until he was right beside me. I couldn\u2019t move. My arms were locked at my sides like someone had poured concrete over them.
\nHe leaned down. The cold hit my left arm first\u2014like someone pressing dry ice straight to the skin. It burned and froze at the same time, so sharp I thought he\u2019d sliced me open. I tried to jerk away but my body wouldn\u2019t listen. Then everything went black.
\nI woke up to sunlight and birds. My room looked completely normal. My phone was still charging on the nightstand. For about ten seconds I felt relief so big it made me laugh out loud. Just a nightmare. A stupid, vivid nightmare, I thought.
\nThen I looked at my arm.
\nA perfect oval of bright red skin, the size of a silver dollar, sat right below my shoulder. The edges were raised and shiny, like a fresh ice burn. It throbbed when I touched it. I stared at it until my stomach turned.
\nMy mom got home that afternoon. I showed her the mark and told her everything. She listened, face tight, then drove us straight to urgent care. The doctor, a tired-looking guy in his fifties, examined the burn under a bright lamp.
\n\u201cClassic ice burn,\u201d he said. \u201cHow long did you keep the ice on it?\u201d
\nI blinked. \u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d
\nHe gave me the look adults give kids who they think are lying. \u201cTikTok salt and ice challenge? I\u2019ve seen three of these this month.\u201d
\nMy mom sighed like she was embarrassed for me. \u201cShe knows better than that.\u201d
\nI kept saying I hadn\u2019t done any challenge. I hadn\u2019t even been on TikTok that night. They nodded the way you nod at someone who\u2019s clearly covering for something stupid. My doctor gave me a cream and told me to keep it clean. My mom made me promise not to do it again.
\nThe mark is still there, faded to a pale pink circle that never quite tans. Sometimes, late at night, I wake up and feel that same thick air pressing down on my chest. I don\u2019t turn on the light anymore. I just lie there and wonder if he\u2019s standing by the door again, waiting for me to look.
\nI never told my mom the worst part.
\nI still can\u2019t scream.<\/p>\n
STORY FOUR<\/p>\n
Anonymous in San Francisco Bay Area<\/p>\n
Okay, so I don\u2019t really tell this story a lot anymore. I\u2019m thirty-four now, got a kid running around. I got a house payment, and all that normal crap. But sometimes somebody asks why I get weird about hiking alone and it just kinda comes out. So here it is.
\nThis was back when me and Trina were twenty-three, somewhere around 2015. We\u2019d been tight since high school. That Saturday we were both bored as hell. Our boyfriends \u2014 mine was Derek, hers was Mike \u2014 they were off helping Mike\u2019s dad fix some fence or whatever. Trina texts me: \u201cwoods behind the old mill, 2 o\u2019clock, bring water.\u201d I\u2019m like, sure, the leaves are all golden and crunchy, why not.
\nWe parked at the trailhead and started walking in. Just talking about regular stuff \u2014 should she dump Mike because he still stays up all night playing Xbox? Should I quit my shitty barista job. Normal dumb twenty-three-year-old talk. The sun was cutting through the trees, the air smelled like wet dirt and somebody burning leaves way off. It was nice.
\nBut Trina saw it first.
\nShe stopped to tie her shoe. I was looking down at my phone trying to see if I had any signal. When I looked up, she was just standing there frozen, one shoe still undone, staring straight ahead. She goes, real quiet, \u201cYou seeing this?\u201d
\nI look where she\u2019s looking. About thirty yards up the trail there\u2019s this\u2026 thing coming toward us. At first I thought it was a person, tall and skinny, wearing like a gray hoodie. But it wasn\u2019t walking right. Its legs were moving like it was taking steps, but its feet weren\u2019t touching the ground. It was just floating along, six inches above the dry, fallen pine needles. The whole thing had this faint blue glow to it, and where the face should have been it was just kinda blurry and shimmery.
\nWe both just stopped. My mouth went totally dry. My legs couldn\u2019t even move.
\nIt kept coming, slow and steady. Then it reached this big oak tree on the left side of the trail. Instead of going around it, the thing just kinda melted into the trunk. I\u2019m not kidding. One second it was there, next second it was gone inside the tree. And right after that every tip of the branches on that tree lit up the same blue color. Not bright like lights, just this soft glow. It lasted a few seconds, then the glow faded and the thing stepped back out of the tree and kept going toward the next one. Did the exact same thing.
\nTrina whispered, \u201cWhat the hell is that?\u201d Her voice sounded so small.
\nI didn\u2019t say anything. I couldn\u2019t. It was getting closer, maybe twenty yards now. You could see the air around it rippling a little, like heat off the road in summer.
\nThat\u2019s when Trina sneezed.
\nJust a little allergy sneeze from all the pollen, I guess, I\u2019m sure. But it sounded loud as hell in the quiet. The thing stopped dead. Its whole body turned toward us \u2014 not like a human turn, it moved inside itself and then was facing us. I swear I could feel it looking right at her, even though there were no eyes.
\nWe both held our breath.
\nIt started floating straight at Trina. Not fast, not slow. Just steady, like it had all day. She tried to back up but her foot caught on a root and she sat down hard on the trail. I grabbed her arm, pulled her up trying to get her to run, but my hands were shaking so bad.
\nThe thing reached her and just poured into her chest, the same way it went into the trees. One second it was outside, next second it was gone inside of her. She lit up inside for half a second with that same blue glow. Then she screamed.
\nIt wasn\u2019t a normal scream. It sounded wrong, like something else was using her voice. She arched her back once, eyes were wide open, and then she just dropped sideways onto the leaves, out cold.
\nThe thing slid back out of her, floated over to the next tree, lit up the branches for a second, and then it just disappeared. The woods went back to normal. Birds started making noises again like nothing happened.
\nI dropped down next to her. She was breathing but really shallow. I pulled my hoodie off and put it under her head. Then I grabbed my phone to call anyone but the battery was dead, even though I\u2019d charged it that morning. So I just sat there with her. Kept talking stupid so I wouldn\u2019t freak out. \u201cRemember that time we snuck into the reservoir?\u201d \u201cYou still owe me twenty bucks from that poker night.\u201d My voice sounded fake and loud. The sun went down. It got cold.
\nIt was almost fully dark when we finally heard the guys yelling our names. Derek and Mike had gotten worried when we stopped answering texts. They came running down the trail with their flashlights. Mike saw Trina and just started cussing under his breath. They didn\u2019t ask a bunch of questions right then. They just picked her up \u2014 one under the shoulders, one under the knees \u2014 and carried her all the way back to the cars.
\nThey took her straight to the hospital. Doctors did every test \u2014 blood test, CT scans, all of it. They didn\u2019t find anything wrong. They called it a coma but couldn\u2019t explain why. Her parents drove up. I stayed in the room a lot, just holding her hand.
\nOn the third morning she woke up. Opened her eyes like she\u2019d taken a regular nap. Asked for water, asked what day it was. She didn\u2019t remember any of it. Not the hike, not the thing, nothing after we left the parking lot. Doctors said sometimes the brain just blanks stuff out when it\u2019s bad. Then they sent her home.<\/p>\n
Trina\u2019s fine now. She\u2019s married to somebody else, has two little girls. She works in the elementary school library. But sometimes she\u2019ll text me late at night stuff like, \u201cTomorrow your kid\u2019s gonna spill grape juice all over the white couch at like at 6:17. Put a towel down.\u201d Or, \u201cDon\u2019t take 580 tomorrow, there\u2019s gonna be a wreck by Altamont around 8:45.\u201d And it always happens exactly as she says. She calls them her \u201cpreviews.\u201d Says they only show her the next day, never farther out, and usually right when she\u2019s about to fall asleep. She doesn\u2019t like talking about it much.
\nI asked her one time if she ever feels like something\u2019s still in there from that day. She just shrugs and and says, \u201cI feel like me. But sometimes I dream I\u2019m walking through trees and they light up when I touch them. Then I wake up and I already know what my oldest is gonna say at breakfast.\u201d
\nI still go hiking sometimes. But never by myself and never in those woods. We moved twenty miles away. I won\u2019t even drive past that area anymore. Every October though, I think about how dead quiet it got right before she sneezed. Think about that thing turning toward her like it was waiting for her to make a sound.
\nAnd then I wonder if it\u2019s still floating around out there, going tree to tree, waiting for somebody else to sneeze or step on a stick or whatever.<\/p>\n
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