One evening, while my parents went out to buy candy, I decided to watch a classic movie about a witch who flew on a broomstick. I wanted to finish it before they returned, so they left me alone. An hour later, my little brother Juan came to find me, and we stepped outside to see the decorations in the dark.

As we admired the twinkling lights, I excitedly recounted the tale of the witch—how she flew high above the village, casting spells and spreading mischief. The combination of the story and the chilly night air made us both feel a bit uneasy.

Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a figure soaring across the moonlit sky! We gasped and screamed, convinced that a witch was flying right over our house!

Our father, who had returned just in time to hear us, rushed outside. We told him about the witch we had seen, our voices trembling with fear. But instead of panic, he chuckled.

In the bright light of the porch, we realized it was just a Halloween decoration—a large, inflatable witch that had blown up in the wind. She was hovering, yes, but definitely not casting any spells!

Suddenly, we heard a noise coming from inside the house. It sounded like footsteps, slow and heavy. Darla and I looked at each other, our eyes wide with fear. But we were curious, so we stepped inside. The floor creaked with every step, and the air smelled musty and cold.

In one of the rooms, we saw an old mirror. When I looked into it, I thought I saw a shadow behind me. I turned around quickly, but there was no one there. My heart was pounding. Darla whispered, “Did you see that too?” We were both scared, but we couldn’t stop exploring.

Just as we were about to leave, a loud bang echoed from upstairs. We screamed and ran out as fast as we could, not looking back. That night, I couldn’t sleep, thinking about what we had seen. Was it a ghost? We never found out, but I’ll never forget the fear I felt that night.

We were so scared that we couldn't sleep all night, and dawn broke, so we decided to go out and found their footprints going into the forest and then suddenly stopping. Just then, the phone rang again. One of my friends decided to answer and his weak and distorted voice whispered: !!They are here..!! don't look for me!!!!

One cold night, my friend Fabricio challenged me to go with him to a place where they said it was common to see La Dama Tapada. I agreed and pretended not to be afraid.

The streets were unusually quiet, shadows drawing in the fog. The street lights flickered as we reached the Pinllo lookout. We stood frozen in the dark fog, a figure of a woman standing by the wall appearing.

I barely whispered: run. But the figure began to slide towards us. Fabricio grabbed my arm as we turned and ran, footsteps echoing behind us. Just when I thought we were going to be caught, Fabrizio fell. I helped him up and we dared to look back. The woman was gone. The fog cleared and the lights came back on, as if nothing had happened. When we realized it was just a trash can with old clothes in it, we laughed because it was just an illusion of fear created in our minds.

One evening, while my grand parents went out to buy candy and more decoration , I decided to watch a classic horror movie "Anabelle" about a doll that was possessed. A fwe minutes later, my cousin Salomé came to find me, and we stepped outside to see the decorations in the dark in the center of the city.

As we admired the twinkling lights and the dark decoration, I excitedly recounted the tale of the doll —how she possessed others and how caught her. The combination of the story, the chilly night air and the darkness made us both feel a bit uneasy and afraid.

Suddenly, I spotted a similar figure of the doll ¡ We gasped and screamed, convinced that Anabelle doll was running for our house!

Our grand parents, who had returned just in time and rushed outside. We told him about the doll we had seen, our voices trembling with fear. But they chuckled.

In the bright light of the door , we realized it was just a our little cousin with a withe dress . She was running , yes, but definitely not going to possess us¡

We were in Mera, that is little town near to Puyo, one of my friends live in there and her house is so big, because she is like only daughter because all of her sisiters don't live there; so that house is the best option to have sleepovers.

It was so cold, because we were in the backyard and we were making fake calls to anyone (it is so funny). Suddenly, we heard a big noice in the kitchen, like a dish which had broken, so we went looking and there was nothing.

Anyways, we went to the living room and decided to watch an horror movie (it wasn't a good idea). I think that the movie called "wrong way", but I'm not sure, because since the movie stated, I was sleeping. And then, I didn't know how to woke up, but my friends weren't there, in the livingroom.

Consequently, I was so thirsty and I went to the kitchen. While I was taking a glass, I saw someone on the window reflection, it was like a thin girl. Suddenly, the light went out and the door closed by itself. At the end, I could open the door and ran away. Therefore, it was the most scared moment that I have felt.

Finally, on the next morning I told it to my friends, but anyone believed that it was true.

I remember Halloween existed when i was a kid but it wasn´t as popular, i used to go out with my cousins to buy monster masks and play hide and seek.

One night, after of very play, i went to sleep, i was very sleepy, i put on my pyjama and laid down on my bed.

I don´t remember the time but it was already late at night, something woke me up but i don´t know what it was, i got up and sat on my bed, suddenly i heard a sound of footsteps from my bedroom door approaching my room and in the darkness i could see a small silhouette, dressed in black i was so scared, i went back to bed and covered myself with my blankets, i felt that it, that came up to me, it was next to me, of the scare, i fell asleep.

Since that experience, i really like paranormal things.

It was October 31, and I found myself alone at home. I turned on the TV and on one channel they were playing the story about the chupacabra. As I watched the story my fear increased. It was a very scary creature. When the story ended, I couldn't get out of my parents' bed because I was scared to death.

Only when my parents returned could I muster the courage to go to my own bed. I had just laid down under my warm blanket, hugging my teddy bear tightly. The room was dark, except for a small light coming in from my bedside table, which cast strange shadows on the walls.

Then, there was a low growl, like the rumble of distant thunder. I froze, my heart pounding in my chest. Maybe it was just the wind, I thought, squeezing my bear even tighter. But then I heard it again, closer this time, like something scratching at the window.

Through the curtain, I saw a shadow: a strange figure, with terrifying movements. My breath caught as I saw two glowing red eyes staring at me.

I felt trapped in bed, unable to move or scream for help. I wanted to close my eyes and pretend I didn't see anything, but those red eyes had me frozen.

“Chupacabra,” I thought to myself, as I remembered the story I had seen. The creature that came out at night, feeding on the blood of animals.

I closed my eyes wishing he would disappear. But I felt them closer to me and could almost feel his breath on my neck. Then I felt a horrible, heavy silence. I opened my eyes a little... and he was gone.

I thought maybe I was safe. I thought it was all over. But when I looked back to the window, I saw them again: those two red eyes, closer now, right next to my bed, watching me from the shadows.

I screamed and cried from fear.

However, I want to change the story to one more creepy. One day two schoolmates decided to have a race after school. They were sure that only one would be the fastest. During classes the Alan hare was bragging that he would run as fast as the blinking of the eyes. While the Emy tortoise only was listening and with his common slow walking, he began to walk out of the classroom to the race site. The track was so long that its finish line couldn’t see.On the other hand, Alan took a short break to stay fresh. When he woke up inmmediately ran to the track, but was late, Emy had crossed the finish line and was the winner. All his schoolmates congratulated Emy and went off to celebrate the victory. In that moment the face to Alan was totally red, he started to walk with a look of vengeance. That same day, in the evening while Emy was returning his house, he felt scared and anxious and it was weird. He looked his house’s door open, he knew that something bad had happened. He ran to search for his mother and little sister. But he found only a picture of terror with his mother and sister lying on the floor covered in blood. On the refrigerator was a note that read: “Congratulations on the victory, I hope you get to share the happiness with your family :)”.

So if Alan killed Emy's family, who was the real winner that day? I'm not just talking about the race.

One evening, as the sun was setting on the horizon, we grabbed our flashlights and walked up to the house. The air was thick and still. We were just entering the front door when the windows creaked open as if inviting us in. I felt a chill run down my spine.

It was totally dark. The floorboards creaked under our feet. We split up, exploring different rooms. I walked into a dusty living room and my flashlight flickered. While I was exploring the rooms, I heard soft whispers. “Help me… help me…” The voice gave me chills.

I called out to my friends, but they didn’t answer. Panic began to build in my chest. An hour later, I finally found them in the kitchen. “Did you hear that?” I asked in a shaky voice. They looked at me with wide eyes. “We heard it too,” said Aron, my friend. “Let’s get out of here.”

As we turned to leave, the front door slammed shut! We screamed and ran to the door, but it wouldn’t budge. The whispers grew louder and echoed in the darkness. “Help me…”

Then, one of the windows suddenly shattered! We jumped back, terrified. Just when we thought we were trapped, we saw a flash of light outside. “Look!” Sarah screamed, pointing to the backyard.

We ran to the back door, which opened easily. Outside, we found a group of children with flashlights. They were laughing and playing, completely unaware of the terror we had just experienced.

Confused, we asked them what they were doing there. One of the children smiled and said, “This is our favorite game!” “We like to scare the brave ones who come here!”

It turned out that the whispers were just their clever sound effects. They had been hiding and watching us the whole time. We all laughed, feeling relieved, but still a little shaken. That night we learned that sometimes the scariest places can hide the most unexpected surprises.

The wind was howling outside, rattling the windows, and the cold was creeping through the walls. It was midnight and suddenly, the atmosphere changed. The air became heavy, almost suffocating, and the usual sounds of the night faded into absolute silence. I sat there, frozen in my room, trying to shake off the growing feeling of unease. But then, I heard it.

Heavy, deliberate footsteps, like four people were walking together, stomping on hardwood floors. But there were no hardwood floors in my house. And I was alone.

Mustering all the courage I had, I walked out of my room. The hallway stretched out before me, dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the windows. That’s when I saw it: a shadow. At first, it was just a blur, but as it came closer, I saw the silhouette of a tall man in a wide-brimmed hat. I couldn’t see his face, just his figure slowly advancing toward me. My legs locked in place, my skin bristled with cold sweat, and my breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t move.

Desperate, I ran back to my room and slammed the door shut. But before I could get away, the door swung open so hard it nearly knocked me off balance. I staggered back, gripping the edge of my bed, staring down the hallway. But the shadow was gone.

I ran out of my room, checking the hallway, then the yard outside. There was nothing. No one. The wind was still howling, and the cemetery next door was as quiet as ever. But the dark figure had disappeared, leaving only the echo of its footsteps and the memory of that night engraved in my mind.

The Shadow in the Forest

When I was 13, I liked hearing scary stories about strange creatures in my town. One night, my friends and I were sitting outside, talking about a shadow that people said lived in the forest near our houses. They said it only appeared after midnight and would follow anyone walking alone.

That night, we felt brave and decided to pass by the forest on our way home. The path was dark and quiet. At first, nothing strange happened. But just as we reached the middle of the path, we heard soft footsteps behind us. We looked back, but no one was there.

We started walking faster, feeling a bit scared. Suddenly, we heard a whisper: "Don't look back." My friend froze in fear, and I grabbed her hand to run. We finally reached my house and stayed there until morning.

The next day, we heard that an old man from our street had seen a strange shadow by the forest. He said it followed him until he reached his door, then disappeared.

Since that night, none of us walk near the forest after dark. No one knows what the shadow really is, and we hope we never find out.

I don't like to tell this because I remember those scary days, when I was 8 years old I lived in a town where there were few houses, one of them was abandoned, my neighbors and friends played hide and seek in that house, but one day while we were playing hide and seek a friend screamed very loud, we all went to look for him, and then he ran out of the house saying that he saw a ghost, he was very scared, we went to see but there was no one, after a few days we returned to the house to play, everything was quiet when we were playing, and suddenly we all saw how a shadow approached telling us to leave the house, we did not pay attention, and that thing came closer and closer, and suddenly it caught a friend and took him away, my friends and I ran away and we did not return to that house and we did not see our friend again.

As they walked, the trees began to move and the footsteps came closer. And suddenly a rustling sound frightened them, they tried to see what it was, one of them turned on the torch, terrified, they decided to go back home, unfortunately on the way a werewolf appeared, the children ran terrified in unknown directions, ending up separated.

Finally after a terrifying night they got together again, and that was the last time they went to the forest alone.

when suddenly a girl dressed in white crossed our path, my father reacted quickly trying to avoid

the girl. the car ended up overturning. I was stunned, my sight was blurry. I watched as my father

convulsed while I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, he found me lying in a destroyed cabin, I did not know where he was. The first

thing I could visualize was an elderly lady. sitting down, she was staring at me. she laughing and

repeating "They want to see you dead". I, puzzled, got up, went straight to ask him. "Who are

you?". but the closer I got the further the room got. I chose to go find my father. when I came out, I

looked out the window, the lady was crying and she with one last cry she disappeared in front of

me.

I didn't know what was happening. the cabin was in fear of the forest. I had no idea where to start

looking. I decided to be guided by my intuition. I went into the forest, I walked through the places

that could be seen clearly since on some roads my sight began to cloud, and my head began to

hurt. every path I took led me back to the cabin, it was an endless cycle. I felt as if an entity was

watching me from the shadows ...

I decided to take the path where I couldn't see anything. he had nothing to lose. I went into the

forest again. he lasted longer walking than when he was on the road than if he could see. I reached

a point where I began to hear murmurs of people, I thought I had reached a point where I could

ask for help. I started heading where they came from ...

the weirdest thing is that there was no flashlight or camp.

the sounds began to be heard louder and louder. With the little vision I had, I could see encyclical

people next to a tree, totally in the dark. immediately that thing noticed my presence, and what I

thought was a person, was actually an amorphous being, without a face, tall, with hollow eyes

instead, the muscles of its body were exposed and what were murmurs turned into laments.

I started running, aimlessly while the creature chased me. every time I progressed, I encountered

more and more of those things. my only hope was to be able to find someone who can help me.

I reached a point that I could visualize a light at the end of the forest. I had to figure out things so

they would stop looking for me. When it came to light it was my father's car wrapped in fire and

with the inside. an impulse made me run to see if he was still alive. As I come face to face so I can

see my father woke up like one of those creatures ripping my face off with a claw. everything went

dark.

I woke up in a hospital with my father aside. They told me that I had been in a coma since we

suffered the accident. I was relieved, but ... I still felt observed ... I decided to go back to the scene

of the accident.

when a car arrives it almost runs me over. sadly, the car crashed to save me. I ran to see if the

people were okay ... but ... I was totally stunned when I realized that the people in the car were

us... the day of the accident ...

That night, my parents stepped out to pick up some last-minute decorations, leaving me alone with my little sister, Emily. To pass the time, I shared a story about a ghost that wandered through deserted streets, searching for lost souls. We turned off the lights to make it even creepier, and before long, we both felt a chill from the darkness.

Suddenly, I noticed something pale floating by the tree in our yard. Emily and I held onto each other, our hearts pounding as we stared at the ghostly figure swaying in the breeze. We were convinced we’d seen a real ghost!

Just then, our mom came back and found us frozen in fear. She looked at the “ghost” and burst out laughing. Turning on the porch light, we realized it was just an old white sheet that had blown off a chair in the wind. Our "ghost" was nothing more than a misplaced decoration!

When I was 15 years old, I lived in Quito. My mom and I were alone in the house so we decided to watch a horror movie, it was about a killer clown. After a long day of work, my dad called us to travel to Salcedo. It was night time. During the trip everything was dark, the fog started to fall, and when we were in the moor, the car started to fail, and it turned off. We called a mechanic but there was no signal. So we decided to park and wait for daybreak to look for help. It was 12 o'clock at night, when I woke up I saw through the rearview mirror that someone was watching us, so I got scared and thought it was the clown from the movie, I started screaming and my parents woke up. I told them there was a person watching us. My dad came out to see what it was. And oh surprise it was a tree branch that had fallen on the road.

From that moment on I don't like to travel at night and neither do clowns.

The house stood at the end of the street, its windows dark and ominous. It was rumored to be haunted, and as Halloween approached, the rumors grew louder. One dark and stormy night, a group of teenagers, fueled by youthful bravado, decided to dare each other to explore the house.

They crept up to the house, their hearts pounding with fear and excitement. The wind howled, and the rain lashed against the windows, adding to the eerie atmosphere. With trembling hands, they pushed open the creaking door and stepped inside.

The inside of the house was dark and dusty, with cobwebs hanging from the ceiling. The air was thick with the smell of decay. As they ventured deeper into the house, strange noises echoed through the halls. They heard whispers, footsteps, and the occasional creak of the floorboards.

Suddenly, a loud bang came from upstairs. The teenagers froze, their hearts pounding in their chests. They exchanged terrified glances and slowly made their way up the stairs. As they reached the top, they saw a figure standing in the shadows. It was tall and thin, with glowing red eyes.

The figure let out a blood-curdling scream, and the teenagers ran for their lives. They burst out of the house and into the night, the terrifying image of the figure still fresh in their minds. They never went back to the haunted house again.

As they stepped inside, the floorboards creaked under their feet. The air was thick with dust, and the faint smell of decay lingered. Emily’s flashlight flickered, casting long, wavering shadows on the walls. They moved cautiously, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls.

Suddenly, a cold breeze swept through the corridor, and the door behind them slammed shut. They jumped, their hearts pounding in their chests. “Did you hear that?” whispered Jake, his voice trembling. They nodded, eyes wide with fear.

They continued exploring, the tension growing with each step. Emily noticed a portrait on the wall, its eyes seeming to follow her every move. She shivered and looked away, but the feeling of being watched persisted.

In the dim light, they saw a staircase leading to the basement. “Let’s check it out,” suggested Sarah, trying to sound brave. They descended the stairs, the darkness enveloping them. At the bottom, they found an old, dusty mirror. Emily wiped away the grime, revealing their reflections. But something was off. In the mirror, they saw an extra figure standing behind them, a shadowy figure with hollow eyes.

They spun around, but there was no one there. Panic set in, and they decided to leave. As they hurried back up the stairs, they heard faint whispers, growing louder and more insistent. “Get out… get out…” the voices chanted.

They reached the front door, but it wouldn’t budge. Desperation took over, and they pounded on the door, screaming for help. Suddenly, the whispers stopped, and the door swung open. They stumbled outside, gasping for breath.

As they looked back at the mansion, they saw the shadowy figure standing in the window, watching them. They never spoke of that night again, but the memory of the whispering shadows haunted them forever.

As they walked deeper into the trees, the wind howled louder, and the air grew colder. The forest seemed to stretch on forever, and soon, the sounds of the town faded away. It was as if they were in a world of their own.

They came across an old, abandoned cabin hidden between the trees. The door creaked open as if inviting them inside. Mark hesitated, but the others urged him to go in.

Inside, the air was thick with dust. The furniture was covered in cobwebs, and old photographs lined the walls. But as they explored, a strange chill swept through the room, and the floorboards groaned under their feet.

Suddenly, the door slammed shut behind them. They tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. A low voice echoed through the cabin, whispering, “You should not have come.”

Panic set in. They tried to escape through the windows, but they were all sealed shut. The voice grew louder, now angry: “You will never leave.”

Just then, a figure appeared in the corner of the room, its face hidden in shadow. It was a woman, wearing an old, tattered dress, her eyes glowing with a cold, unnatural light.

“You are mine now,” she whispered.

The next morning, the cabin was empty, and the forest was still. Mark and his friends were never seen again. The townsfolk said they had been claimed by the forest, just like the others before them. And every Halloween, if you listen closely, you can hear the whispers in the wind: "You should not have come."