35 Bone-Chilling Campfire Stories That Will Haunt You Long After the Flames Die Out
He plead heartbroken to the grief stricken father, losing his most favorite daughter, the fellow’s riches intact. The fellow and family hold a funeral for the daughter and weep and cry.
When it was but him and his dead wife he opened the casket and pulled out a saw, for she did not need her golden arm in the grave.
That night he slept with the arm under his pillow, not wanting even the servants to see it before he melts it down into bars. He slept soundly until a voice like the wind asks
“where’s my golden arm?”
Slow and far away the voice echoed through the sleeping house, so quite he thought it was just a draft. Until the voice came again, closer and louder this time, as it down the hall,
“where’s my golden arm?”
Sitting up the fellow looked around fearfully, too scared to do anything as he hears again much closer,
“where’s my golden arm?”
He felt a heat on his back and a movement from under his pillow, but he was too scared to look away from the door as he hears again, just outside the frame the wail of
“where’s my golden arm?”
It felt like hell fire on his back as he felt the hot metal of the hand on his back, seemly crawling on its own as he watches the door k**b turn.
The maid found his body that morning, face frozen in horror and hair a bright white, hands still clutching the sheets around his body. But the strangest thing was that his dead wife’s golden arm was on his chest, hand wrapped tightly around his throat.
Sorry this is long but this is the first time I’ve written this story out it’s always been verbally told:).
I dont really know of a name for this but besides the ones you hear in elementary school like black box and the one with the girl and the dog, this is the one i know the best thats actually scary.
a group of hikers were wandering through to woods looking for a place to stay at night when they came across a small cabin. they all decide to stay the night inside, seeing as there was no one there. inside, the cabin is decorated with paintings of what seemed to be members of the family that used to own the cabin. the hikers spend the night looking at the paintings and making fun of how wonky they looked. in the morning, one wakes up to see the cabin full of morning light, and looks around. the paintings are gone, in their place, windows.
The dark watchers. Specific to Pico Blanco Scout Reservation. They were the shadows that watch you. Best part was when scouts had to walk back to camp terrified of what was behind the trees.
I’ve been telling this one since I was little. I love it. I hope you enjoy. It’s not super scary but it’s nice and spooky so hopefully you’ll still like it.
I work in the Nevada dessert. A little facility out in the middle of no where. To get home it’s about an hour drive of pretty much nothing. One day driving home, my car ran out of gas. I’ve always wondered if this dreaded day would come and… here we are. I had no choice but to start walking. I always drove past this little road side motel so I guess I don’t have much of a choice. I walked a couple miles until I got to it. I asked the front desk if they had any gas I could use. They said yes, but it would cost me. It was… way too expensive. I didn’t even have enough on me so I had no choice but to clean dishes and do other odd jobs around the place for the rest of the night. By the end I had made enough money but I was completely beat. No way I could drive after that. I asked if I could at least use a room for the night. Not wanting to cause an accident the owner said yes. Thank god. Although what he said after surprised me to say the least.
“We have two rooms available. Ones haunted, and there’s another next to it.”
I laughed it off figuring it was just him messing with me after the long day, friendly jokes. Just to be safe I chose the room next to it. When I got in there, what a dump. Just a s****y table with a s****y bed and a s****y broken fridge. I sat down on the bed, exhausted. I looked up to see their was a hole in the wall, about the size of a coin. Wow. How classy. Out of curiosity I looked through the hole with one eye. I saw the room next to mine. At the table, a young woman was seated brushing her long brown hair. She was beautiful, from the back at least. I didn’t want to be a creep so I just went to bed. A couple hours later i woke up with an uncomfortable feeling. Just in the pit of my stomach that something wasn’t quite right. I sat up and saw the hole in the wall was now glowing. I kneeled back down to it and peered through. All I could see… was red. Bright, glowing red. I figured the woman had just placed something, I don’t know an electronic in front of the hole. I went back to bed, unable to shake the feeling. The next morning when I woke up, I headed straight to the front desk to get all paid so I could get the hell out. As I got the gas I decided to ask the owner.
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