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I was just chilling at a cafe with some of my friends, can't remember where, but I heard something like a witch's cackel, None of my friends heard the cackel.
once there was rlly strong wind in my area, and at night it would sound like kids screaming. not something fun to experience when i wanted a good nights sleep :(
Okay, this is a really stupid one, but one of my first moments of pure fear. I was about 14/15, my mom was working overnight shifts (she was a nurse) so I was home alone. She'd call every night around midnight to make sure I was off the internet (back in the dialup days) and going to bed. We had one phone in our house, downstairs in the kitchen. It was an old-fadhioned one with a cord and a REAL BELL ringer.
Mom called, I stood there talking a bit, messing with a little sliding piece I didn't know what it was for, on the side of the phone. I hang up, go upstairs to bed.
About 5 minutes later I hear this very loud "CLICKCLICKCLICKCLICK" repetitive noise coming from downstairs. I freeze. Blood turns to ice. I'm alone, even my dog went on guard.
I gather my nerves and creep downstairs, (unloaded and not working, pretty much a display piece) .38 snub nose pistol in my hand. The sound continues. And then I realize...
it's the phone ringing. The little slidey piece I was playing with? Yeah, it muted the ringer slightly.
Mom was calling to make sure I put the clothes in the dryer. 🤦♀️
"You could be the answer to my misery and loneliness" This was after telling me I should either cut my hair or keep it in braids so want in his way. It was my first and my last blind date.
I walked in the forest with my friend as a child. We fooled around and talked until we realized that dusk was starting to fall. I jokingly said to hurry before the monsters come. A moment later we heard a shrill, spine-chilling scream and we ran the rest of the way out of the forest. It was probably a hare that ended its day in the teeth of some predator but I had never heard anything so gruesome and the timing made our imagination run wild.
A young, sociopathic woman in the 80s-2000s sold homemade d***s almost exclusively to mostly married men between the ages of 17-30, who almost all ended up leaving their families, and/or going missing. Turns out she killed a lot of them, black mailed them, and on one occurrence, s*xually abused a 13 year old boy. She also apparently killed and tortured a lot of young prostitutes.
This nutcase was only caught because a man jumped out the window of her home above the flower shop she owned...
