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- When I was younger, I started to have Sleep paralysis at least 1x per week. All this experiences were terrible, I was always wake up and see a man in a black outfit, floating all over my body in my room, but i couldn't move or scream, in the first times I literally let it dry all my energy. Curiously, every time i woke up from that almost-real-nightmare, i notice that my door was open and tv turned on in religious channel. Once, i tried to fight against him and started to crawl to my parents' bedroom crying and screaming cause this demon was stucked in my feet and i couldnt take him from there. In the other day, when we saw in the cameras, we did see me crawling in the living room super scared, alone and totally terrified. I told them about this demon which is disturbing me every time. Some days after this, my mom found a trio of exorcists and ask them to go to my house to pray there to remove this demon from my house. Without know, one of the woman in the trio described perfectly the demon was scaring me every week in my sleep paralysis: all black outfit, with a hat, floating. She said he was always close to me, and in that moment he was there, looking for us in the mainly door of my house. So then, they started to pray harder and harder and louder. With all of this, my sister, which is 7 years younger than me (at that moment i think she had 14) fell down in the sofa, sleeping -suddenly- the deepest sleep she had in months. The exorcist woman said she was finally free from that demon, and she slept cause she was a kid and couldnt keep alive the pressure of taking off that beast of her. He woke up right after, (it was a super deep sleep of 10 minutes) telling that she was feeling much good, that she took off all her weight on her shoulders. When the pray is over, one of the woman said that the man in black outfit and hat just went away. They banned him from my house and that is it. After this, i keep having sleep paralysis but this demon never came back to terrify me and I started to control my paralysis. (It is a real real real history)
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- I couldn't believe my stroke of luck. I never had much success in dating apps, but that night was different. I matched with this amazing (if not rather pale) blondie! We had a couple of drinks, striked some fun conversation and, well... sooner than later, we were in her bed together. Her place had a funky smell, but I assumed it was because of its age. The bed was, ehrm, very creaky, as well -- I swore I had seen some critters crawling from under the frame. What took me by surprise the most, however, was her complete lack of action during our hookup. She seemed so stiff, barely breaking a smile. I took that as a fault on my part, but after we were done, she kept contact and insisted I came back to her place. And I did. One week later. Thinking with my lower head. We still followed the rites of dating, of course, with the drinking out and chit chat and all that. She complimented me on my skinnier looks. I hadn't noticed until then, but she was right - I had lost a lot of weight, just in the week between our encounters. I didn't give it much thought, but thinking now, I should've seen that something was very off. You know, hindsight is 20/20. Clueless as I was, I took the compliment and turned into a hint that we should move on with our schedule, so to speak. In a few moments, we were back to her place and, wow, if I thought the place smelled weird before, that was just horrible. Like rotten eggs, or trash that wasn't taken out for a month. I didn't have time to think it through, as she led me to her room, my steps leaving rising puffs of dust behind me. She opened the door, and I smelled death. Like a carrion abandoned by even the most wicked of vultures. Should I run? Call the police? Was I overreacting? Not knowing what to do, I just kept going. We climbed on her bed, the mattress blotched with various bodily fluids -- some felt recently soaked. We continued with our deeds, and she didn't move. She didn't speak. She moved her head up, rolled her eyes and... stayed like that. I felt sick. I felt weak. For a moment, I looked at her, her pale, sickly physique, and, to my horror, discovered I looked just like her. Pale. Weak. Dead. Each individual rib that protected my lungs, sticking out. My hands... my hands were covered in maggots. My whole body, surrounded by worms, crawling from under the sheets. I had to leave. To run, before it was too late. Before I was stuck with her, forever. As I turn to the door, she grabs me by my hand, like a hand rising from the grave, with a strength impossible for her sickly physique. I wanted to shout at her, tell the witch to let me go, but... I couldn't... I was too weak. My vision started fading. I fell to the floor, the maggots slithering up my face, leaving a trail of slime. Like the maggots waiting for my decay, I slowly writhed away from the bed, trying to reach the door. I looked back and and couldn't see the girl anymore. Just a dead body, being eaten from the inside out, its innards spilling into the broken bed. With the last of my strength, I barely managed to put my pants back, and ran back to my house. I don't remember how I got home. I don't remember how I ended up in my bed. All I know is that I woke up at 3 AM, sweating bullets. I quickly traced through my phone to look for the girl in my social media; no dice. Like she never existed. Feeling startled, I went to the kitchen to drink some water and collect my thoughts. When I was almost convinced that it was all a bad dream, I smelled something foul coming from the trash can, some worms wiggling out of the container. Inside, a human hand. The hand that clasped my arm. Her hand.
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- A BODY IN THE HALLWAYS Everything was told exactly how it happened. We decided to hide the names of the survivors in order to preserve their integrity. We always joked about saying that Habbo Hotel looked like Overlook's Hotel, but not everything was a joke. It is calmer now, but it already seemed to have a life of its own. There was a place that this presence was easily felt: the hallways. More specifically, the "Lower Hallways" that connect us to the heart of the Hotel. Before we continue the story, I ask the reader to go there to witness what is said here. Many passed through these corridors all year round, but no one stopped to observe the frightened statue of the "Father of Habbo" right at the entrance. With just a little closeness and attention, guests already reported hearing noises coming from the statue that echoed everywhere and on all floors. We managed to live with that for a while, but it all got worse when guests started reporting strange apparitions, furnishings that suddenly disappeared or even changed colors in an attempt to confuse them. Accidents were happening everywhere, whether on the pool trampoline or on the Rooftop Terrace, we had to stop this. That's when, three months later, we found a body inside the statue and that's when it got quieter. Some analyzes of the body were made and the DNA matched the same DNA found in small accumulations of blood remaining on the carpets of the corridors, after all it was impossible to know that they were green anymore and what happened there some decades ago. I think it was really him, but I don't know how and why. We were, in fact, connected to the heart of the Hotel, huh. It's just one of those weird things that happen and nobody talks about it until it's just a myth.
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- Forever my love ... Two days after Olivia's death, German had barely mustered the courage to read her letter. It was something strange that she had written it, as if she sensed that death was near, it probably terrified the boy a little; He feared what those words would reveal to him, but even so, he was finally able to open it to read. The first lines restored her tranquility, she only evidenced the great love she had for him. He was trying to remind her of the day they met, everything they did together, even the fights. She mentioned how much she enjoyed watching him in his sleep, holding him when he had nightmares, waking up next to him in the mornings after snuggling into him all night. A couple of tears rolled down German's cheek, he would undoubtedly miss his closeness, it would be very difficult for him to overcome his absence ... but he was reassured again by reading the last paragraph, in which a promise was made. She swore that she would never leave him, that she would not allow him to feel alone, that she would continue to hug him despite everything ... After that there was only a loving signature, but German could no longer even hold the sheet in his hands, the only thing he wanted it was lying on his bed and sleeping until the pain passed. However, he could not fall asleep, he went round and round, and although his eyes were closed, his mind did not turn off, he thought of her, he missed her, at one point he managed to perceive her perfume, mixed with the smell of rottenness. Silencing her crying, she heard a faint breathing in the room, and there in the darkest corner, something moved, she pointed the lamp towards the corner, and there was Olivia! She had escaped from her grave and the claws of death, only with the intention of fulfilling the promise to his beloved and being with him eternally.
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- Stuck.
- Positively stuck in the wall. Inside of it, like mixed with the concrete, was the body and face of a man I did not recognize. Eyes wide, mouth shut, pale skin that was grotesque to look at. Yet my eyes couldn’t look away, I couldn’t move a muscle -- tense and ready to run but unable to, ready to scream but finding no air to do so. I could just stand there and wonder, with lingering questions that could not be answered. I just came back from work, exhausted to the bone, to enter my house and collapse onto the couch. I must’ve only slept for five minutes, waking up only by the subtle nudges in my brain. Waking up to find someone at the very end of my lonely, dimly lit hallway. Stuck inside the wall at the end. It stared at me, it didn’t move, much less breathe, but I doubt that it could with the concrete crushing its torso. The head was halfway out of the wall, like its right hand and its left foot, as if threatening to walk out of the wall and chase me. But it never did. I almost wished it did. I don’t know what to do, the face in my room has been there for two days now... I don't understand what's happening.
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- An old lady had lost her husband a few days ago, so she started living alone in her big scary house, with only her dog to protect her. At nightfall, she locked all the doors of the house and tried to lock all the windows, but one was in trouble and she was unable to close it. Then, she decided to leave the window unlocked, and went to bed to sleep. Her dog, as usual, lay under the bed, as it always did. In the middle of the night the old lady woke up by the sound of drops of water coming from the bathroom. She was too scared to go and see what it was, so she put her hand under the bed, and felt her dog's lick, calmed down and came back to sleep. After a few minutes, she wokes up again due to the sound of drops, but with fear, she put her hand under the bed, again, feels her dog's lick and goes back to sleep. This was repeated a few times, until she gets curious, got up and walked slowly, with difficulty, to the bathroom. She was surprised that her dog did not came after her. She arrives in the bathroom, smells a very strong smell, and fear overwhelms her. She decides to turn on the light. Frighteningly, she finds her dog hanging in the shower with her throat cut and blood falling in the bathtub. When she turns to the other side, she reads a scary message written with blood on the mirror: "HUMANS CAN LICK TOO" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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