“Three cheers for Santa Claus, and all the good children who believe. ‘Makes this so much easier,’ He chuckled, the bells on the trusting little girl’s shoes jingling as he dragged the body across the roof and away into the night.”
Read these before bed. I dare you.
“They all kept complaining about the lady crying in the bloody dress by the fireplace. That stuck me as odd, I have been on the ride and walked though the ride countless times. Never did I see said women. I brushed it off.”
“They kept talking about whether or not they should kill me or let me go. I convinced them to drop me off as long as I promised not to say anything to the cops.”
“Girl adds me on Snapchat, knows my life story, secrets I’ve never even whispered, and acts like she knows me.”
I took a few moments to calm down a little bit and fully absorb my situation. Something about the whole situation seemed off from the get go.
At around 2am, after around 47 minutes on the phone, Brandon yelled “OH SHIT” and the phone hung up. That was the last anyone ever heard from him.
Some of these might have some explanation. Others absolutely do not.
These aren’t your run-of-the-mill stories. These are shit-your-pants true scary stories.
I hope none of these happen to you…