#true horror

[killerthirteen]

[debbie-sketch]

Based on REAL Events: Horror Movies that really happened

Have you seen that phrase before a horror movie “Based on a true story” and ever wondered if it really happened? Let’s hang out and talk about! 

[worthymartyrconstruct]

I Took a Job Watching Security Cameras at an Abandoned Hospital — I Was Told to Never Look at Camera 6

I was two months into unemployment when I found the Craigslist listing.

Night Shift Security — $45/hour — Must Stay Awake. Must Follow Instructions. Location: Undisclosed (transport provided) Must not ask questions about the location. Must not interact with anything you see on Camera 6.

It was sketchy as hell. But $45/hour? I’d been eating rice and frozen peas for weeks.

I applied and heard back that same night. A man with a perfectly calm voice called and said I was hired. No interview. Just: “Be ready at 6:00 p.m. A black van will pick you up. Don’t be late.”

The van arrived precisely on time. No license plate. Tinted windows. The driver didn’t speak a word — just handed me a blindfold before I stepped in.

When the blindfold came off, I was inside what looked like an old hospital security room. The walls were yellowed and cracked, the air smelled faintly of mildew and iodine.

There were seven monitors, each labeled with faded tape:

CAM 1 — Lobby CAM 2 — ICU Hallway CAM 3 — Stairwell CAM 4 — Morgue CAM 5 — Children’s Ward CAM 6 — [NO ACCESS] CAM 7 — Roof

Before I could ask anything, a laminated sheet was slid under the steel security door behind me. No one on the other side. Just this:

RULES FOR OVERNIGHT SECURITY (10 PM–6 AM)

Do NOT sleep. Ever.

Do NOT open the door for anyone, even if they claim to be staff.

Check all cameras every 10 minutes — EXCEPT Camera 6.

If Camera 6 activates, turn the monitor off immediately.

If the screen flickers with static, pray.

If you see yourself on any camera, turn off the feed and do not acknowledge it.

Don’t leave. No matter what you hear.

Do not, under ANY circumstance, try to leave between 2:33 and 3:13 AM.

I thought it was a joke.

Then the lights flickered, and Camera 1 lit up. Dusty lobby. No one there. I checked all the others. Nothing but long, abandoned hallways. Except Camera 6, which stayed dark.

Everything was still until 1:22 AM.

That's when Camera 5 — the Children’s Ward — started glitching. I leaned in.

There was… something moving just at the edge of the frame. A small figure, hunched and twitching. At first, I thought it was a child, but the limbs were wrong — too long. The head jerked up suddenly, and though the feed was grainy, I swear its eyes were pitch black.

I turned off the monitor.

At 2:11 AM, the door behind me rattled.

“Hey, man! It’s me — Marcus, the supervisor. Power cut, can you open up?”

The voice sounded almost human. But flat. Too smooth.

I didn’t move.

“Come on, man. You can’t just leave me out here. Don’t be a dick.”

He kept knocking — same tone, same phrasing, over and over, like he was reading a script he barely understood. After five minutes, it stopped.

2:33 AM hit. The lights went out completely.

All cameras except 6 went black. 6 flickered on by itself.

I froze.

On the screen was a room I hadn’t seen before. A clean, white operating theater. In the middle stood a tall figure in a surgeon's coat — face blurred, head twitching like bad VHS tracking. And lying on the table, chest slowly rising, was me.

The figure looked up, directly into the camera. My ears began to ring.

I don’t remember turning off the monitor, but I must’ve.

The lights came back at 3:14. All cameras returned to normal. Except Camera 6 — back to static.

When 6:00 AM hit, the van was waiting. Same driver. No words.

When I got home, I slept for twelve straight hours.

I tried calling the number that hired me. Disconnected. The Craigslist ad? Gone.

But I just got a plain envelope in my mailbox.

Inside was a new laminated sheet:

Welcome to Night 2. You lasted longer than most. Tonight, the rules change. Do NOT trust what Camera 1 shows you after 4:44 AM. And don’t answer the phone. It’s not me.

[overgrownink]

verónica (2017)

[thetrueparanormal]

The Basano Vase article has been completed and published to the world's largest database of paranormal research 😄

The Basano Vase

The story of the Basano Vase is thought to originate either near to or within Napoli, Italy. Very little is known about the vase

[glitzygrl]

i DESPERATELY need a Star Wars anthology series but like. true horror. jordan peele type horror. what happens to the ships who miscalculate hyperspace coordinates? what truly lives on the lowest levels of courascant? I don’t know, but it’s Something. there’s gotta be at least twelve ww2 levels of inhumane experiments and unregulated war crimes happening at any given time. give it to me pleaseeeeee

[gleefully-macabre]

Much as I enjoy (ahem) “true” scary stories, I gotta shake my head at a recent trend in the narratives.

That being people making “offerings” to the forest prior to camping or staying at a cabin.

Said offering typically in the form of a bouquet or floral wreath.

You’re giving the forest a bunch of dead flowers then wonder why something scratches at the door all night? Might as well put a bunch of amputated toes in a box and call it a Valentine.

I do think national parks and such should capitalize on this practice, if they aren’t already. Let people buy saplings of approved tree species and permit people to plant them for a small donation. Set aside certain areas for planting. Maybe coordinate with a local nursery and they could include planting instructions (sun exposure, clearance, depth, etc). Call it a Reforestation Drive or something.

That’d be a MUCH better offering for those so inclined. Everyone else can just feel good all over for having planted a tree.