I remember when I was eleven I had just fallen asleep to have a very strange dream… 
My mom was walking down Aisle 8 in Wal-Mart, talking on her cell phone. I was watching her from the end of the aisle. Suddenly, a man was heard running down the store. His shoes could be heard screeching to a stop at the end of the aisle mom was walking down. He looked terrifying, like a nervous psycho, running from the police. He took out a pistol and pointed it at my mom, then yelled, “If you take one step closer, I shoot!” 

They couldn’t see her, and thought he was just bluffing. But to be sure, they called backup to go to the end and check the aisle. Mom was crying so hard. The burglar thought they called the police, and shot her. From the cell phone she had, I could hear crying and yelling. 

I woke up crying and sweating. It was extremely late, as I went to bed at about 3:00 am. I looked at the clock and it was 1:00. I ran downstairs and called Mom right away. Thank God that she picked up. 

“Mom?! Are you okay?!” I quickly blurt out. 
“Of course, sweetie. Is something wrong?” my mom replied. 
I smiled and calmed down, “Yeah. I’m fine. Just a bad dream.” 
“Ok, honey.” She responded cheerfully. 
I was about to say ‘bye’ and hang up, when a thought suddenly occurred to me. 
“Mom, where are you?” I asked. 
“I’m at Wal-Mart.” She replied. 
There was a silence. “What aisle?” I quickly questioned. 
“Hun, is something wrong? I’m in the CD aisle, Aisle 8.” She stated. 
“Are you walking by an 80’s CD?” I remembered. 
Another silence, “How did you know that?” 
A strike of panic hit me quickly, “Mom, get out of the store. Now.” I demanded. 
“Honey, what’s this about?” she questioned. 
“GO!!!” I yelled. 
I could hear the faint noise of a man running. “Hurry up!” I yelled. 

My mom ran out of the store, only to notice the police rushing everyone out, as a murderer they had been looking for was just found hiding in the store. She quickly drove home and bust in the door to see me anxiously waiting there. I still remember, the first thing she said to me as she came in, “How did you know?!” 

I smiled through tears and hugged her. “God told me.” 
I later explained the dream to her, she was shocked, but she believed me. Let this be a lesson to you, trust your dreams. Sometimes it’s not just a coincidence.

The Message

I've been lying in my room for hours now. It's 5:30 am and there's not much I can do. You know what the worst part of my situation is? I'm in the same room with my parents. They keep looking at me, and I can't help but not look back and try not to cry or scream.

Their eyes are focused on me and their mouths are wide open. There's a strong scent of blood and I feel so paralyzed with fear. Here's the thing. The second I make any hint that I'm not asleep anymore, I'm screwed. I'll die, and there's nobody around to save me. I've been trying to think of a way out, but the only idea I have is to rush for the door, run outside, and scream for help, hoping any neighbors hear me. It's risky, but if I stay here, I'll surely die.

He's waiting for me to wake up and see his masterpiece. You're probably wondering what's going on. I do get ahead of myself sometimes. About three hours ago I heard screaming from the other side of the house. I got up and went to check the noise before I realized I had to use the restroom.

Instead of doing the smart, noble thing and investigating, I used the bathroom first. I could have gotten myself killed right then for my stupid actions. But I actually did my business and took a peek outside the bathroom. There was blood on the carpet. As any other sane human would do, I bolted back to my room, hiding under my sheets like the scaredy I was. I tried to convince myself to go back to sleep, and that this was just some weird, vivid dream or something. But I heard my bedroom door creak open, and like the terrified child I was, I peeked out from under my blankets to see what was going on.

I could see something dragging my parents into the room, obviously dead. It was not human, I can tell you that much. It was hairless, with no eyes and no clothing. It walked like a caveman, with its back slouched as it dragged my dead parents. But this thing was smarter than any caveman.

It propped my father against the edge of the bed, and made him face me. It then sat my mother down in the chair and positioned her towards me as well. Then, it started rubbing it's hands along the walls, staining it with blood, drawing a circle with the devils pentagram in it. This thing had made what it would probably call a masterpiece.

To finish it off, it scrambled a message onto the wall that I could not read in the darkness. It then positioned itself under my bed, waiting to strike.

The scariest thing now is, my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, and since then, I can read the message on the wall. I don't want to look at, because it's terrifying to think about, but I feel I need to see before I'm killed.

I peek at the creatures masterpiece.

'I know you're awake.'

The Little Girl in the Red Cape
Posted by: Unknown

A little girl’s parents went out for a business dinner so they hired a babysitter to watch her.

“Can I have some ice cream?” the little girl, Holly asked after supper.
“Sure” the babysitter, Beatrice said. “Where’s the freezer?”
“In the basement, so are the nuts, cherries and candy and stuff.”

When she went down to get the ice cream, she looked out the window to see a little girl standing outside. This didn’t strike her as too suspicious and she simply brushed it off.

After she had given Holly her ice cream, Holly asked, “Can I have some hot fudge on this, please?”
“Course,” was the quick reply.

After Beatrice went back down into the basement to retrieve the hot fudge, she looked back out the window to see the same little girl, only wearing a red cape. She absentmindedly wondered if the girl was playing dress-up as she trudged back upstairs.

“Got it,” she deadpanned after setting the hot fudge in the microwave and putting the thick chocolate goop on the ice cream.
“Can I please have some nuts on this please…?”
“Really?”
“Puh-lease?”
“Fine…” she sighed already heading back down the stairs. As she got the nuts out of a small cabinet in the wall she looked back out the window to see the same little girl in the red cape, holding a knife.

As she ran upstairs she decided she was calling the police.
“Ooh Thank you!” Holly squealed happily from her perch on her pink Disney Princess booster seat.
“Uh-I-I yeah. Hey, Holly, I need you to-“
“Oh no! Can I have a cherry on top, please?”

Not wanting to alarm Holly, she decided that she would go get the cherries, then call the police after locking herself and Holly in the bathroom. There’s no way the little girl could get inside if the windows and doors were all locked.

After slowly descending down the stairs, she opened the freezer with shaky arms.
Daring to peek out of the window, she closed her eyes before staring out it.
The same little girl, in the same red cape, holding the same knife was there. Only the knife now had blood on it.

Running up the stairs, scared of what might await, she checked on Holly.
Holly was dead, a small pool of blood forming on the floor under her.
She ran into the bathroom and locked the door behind her before dialing 911.

When the police arrived, the tearful mother and father were with them. The mother approached Beatrice, sobbing uncontrollably. “What happened?”

“Oh God- I’m sorry oh God! I-I saw this little girl with this red cape and a knife outside your basement window!”

The mother said, “We-we don’t have any basement windows, only mirrors…”

Creepy CD saved my life.
Posted by GreenDaysIdiot

I had a really good friend named Annie.She had a band she sung in and she was one of the greatest and one of the most protective people I knew.Her band wasn't famous but her dad had a recording studio in their basement.So she recorded their first cd with the band there.Her very first cd was a gift for me on my birthday and I hadn't listened to it yet.3 days after my birthday,Annie was raped by her older brother who's 17.He left the city supposedly and they didnt catch him.He always scared me but I never said anything.She was only 13 when she died.The next day in the hospital when I was sitting with her,she tried to speak and tell me something.But when she was raped,he choked her and damaged her throat so much she wouldn't be able to talk for a while.Before I left the hospital,a nurse had come up to me in the parking lot and told me she died and gave me a note she wrote before she died.I was so depressed about it,I refused to touch her cd and note,which I left in my room.One night when I was home alone,I was thinking about her so I decided to finally listen to the cd.There was a song on there called "Painful memory",a song she wrote about rape when a friend of hers was raped.Some of the chorus goes "He tried to find you,he's upstairs."All of a sudden,the cd starts skipping and continously repeats "He's upstairs,he's upstairs,he's upstairs."I thought it was kind of weird because I never listened to the cd and it didn't have any scratches.So I just put it back in and played the song again.When it came to the chorus,it skipped and repeated the same words again.I cleaned the cd and tried agian.It still played the same words.I was scared now so I locked my door and listened to the silence.I could hear boots walking down the hall.I looked in the key hole and saw someone walking down the hall.I quickly called the police and they came.They found her 17 year old brother hiding in the bathroom.He said he was waiting for me when they questioned him.The next day I found the note in the cd case when I put it.I opened it and read."When my brother raped me he told me he would rape you next.I promise no matter what I wont let that happen.Love,Annie."And I think she kept the promise.

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Axe Murder Hollow

A Pennsylvania Ghost Story 

retold by S.E. Schlosser 

     Susan and Ned were driving through a wooded empty section of highway. Lightning flashed, thunder roared, the sky went dark in the torrential downpour.
     “We’d better stop,”  said Susan.
      Ned nodded his head in agreement. He stepped on the brake, and suddenly the car started to slide on the slick pavement. They plunged off the road and slid to a halt at the bottom of an incline.
     Pale and shaking, Ned quickly turned to check if Susan was all right.  When she nodded, Ned relaxed and looked through the rain soaked windows.
     “I’m going to see how bad it is,” he told Susan, and when out into the storm. She saw his blurry figure in the headlight, walking around the front of the car. A moment later, he jumped in beside her, soaking wet.
      “The car’s not badly damaged, but we’re wheel-deep in mud,” he said. “I’m going to have to go for help.”
      Susan swallowed nervously. There would be no quick rescue here. He told her to turn off the headlights and lock the doors until he returned.
     Axe Murder Hollow. Although Ned hadn’t said the name aloud, they both knew what he had been thinking when he told her to lock the car.  This was the place where a man had once taken an axe and hacked his wife to death in a jealous rage over an alleged affair. Supposedly, the axe-wielding spirit of the husband continued to haunt this section of the road.
      Outside the car, Susan heard a shriek, a loud thump, and a strange gurgling noise. But she couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
      Frightened, she shrank down into her seat. She sat in silence for a while, and then she noticed another sound.  Bump. Bump. Bump.  It was a soft sound, like something being blown by the wind.
      Suddenly, the car was illuminated by a bright light.  An official sounding voice told her to get out of the car. Ned must have found a police officer.  Susan unlocked the door and stepped out of the car.  As her eyes adjusted to the bright light, she saw it.
      Hanging by his feet from the tree next to the car was the dead body of Ned.  His bloody throat had been cut so deeply that he was nearly decapitated. The wind swung his corpse back and forth so that it thumped against the tree. Bump. Bump. Bump.
     Susan screamed and ran toward the voice and the light. As she drew close, she realized the light was not coming from a flashlight. Standing there was the glowing figure of a man with a smile on his face and a large, solid, and definitely real axe in his hands. She backed away from the glowing figure until she bumped into the car. 
      “Playing around when my back was turned,” the ghost whispered, stroking the sharp blade of the axe with his fingers. “You’ve been very naughty.”
      The last thing she saw was the glint of the axe blade in the eerie, incandescent light.

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 Today is the first day of my new blog, Teenage Paranormal Activities.  This is a place where anyone of any age, gender, or belief can blog about paranormal experiences.  They can be real, stories, or you could just be talking about paranormal creatures such as vampires, werewolves, unconsecrated (zombies), etc.  The reason this blog is called Teenage Paranormal Activities, even though its for all ages, is because I thought you should hear all of this from the unlikely person, a teenage girl.  Not many teenagers believe in paranormal activities, but I do, with all my heart.