Creepy, scary stories. They might be true, internet rumors, sent in by listeners, or something I wrote. You decide! These stories come from many places. Some of them I write and some of them are written by others. I might also share stories from Reddit or Creepypasta stories. If you have a story you'd love for me to tell, please check out my website at https://www.midnightscares.com
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Creepy, scary stories. They might be true, internet rumors, sent in by listeners, or something I wrote. You decide! These stories come from many places. Some of them I write and some of them are written by others. I might also share stories from Reddit or Creepypasta stories. If you have a story you'd love for me to tell, please check out my website at https://www.midnightscares.com
We hung that cheap plastic skeleton in the oak tree every fall like we always did. It wasn’t special. Dollar store bones, fake glow-in-the-dark paint, plastic joints that clicked in the wind. The neighbors rolled their eyes. My mom said it was “tradition.” My dad used it to scare me in a way that somehow made me feel safer. And then he went to war and didn’t come home. After that, Halloween stopped being about candy. It became the one night I still felt like his kid. The first year without him, I tried to pretend I was fine. I stayed in, skipped trick-or-treating, watched safe “scary” movies, and raided the candy bowl early. But when I went to close the blinds, I saw something outside the window. The skeleton hanging from our tree wasn’t plastic anymore. It was changing. Muscle. Tendons. Skin. It climbed down, pulled a sheet around itself, and stood in our yard. And it looked up at me. It was my father. He looked whole. He looked at me like he always did. And then he turned toward a light I can’t explain, something bright and wrong and beautiful at the end of our street. Before he walked into it, he mouthed the same words he used to say after every bedtime story: “See you in the morning.” This is a Halloween story about grief, faith, and the kind of love that doesn’t stay buried. It’s not about jump scares. It’s about what it means when the dead come back to keep a promise.
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Midnight Scares - Fall Asleep to Spooky Stories
Creepy, scary stories. They might be true, internet rumors, sent in by listeners, or something I wrote. You decide! These stories come from many places. Some of them I write and some of them are written by others. I might also share stories from Reddit or Creepypasta stories. If you have a story you'd love for me to tell, please check out my website at https://www.midnightscares.com
