True Scary Mansion Horror Story In English πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

True Scary Mansion Horror Story In English

True Scary Mansion Horror Story In English πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

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This story is a true story from my childhood. This is not particularly horrifying, but it was still rather disturbing when it happened. 

Not to mention the mere speculations I now have as an adult make it sound like it could have been even worse than I remember as a kid. 

Here’s the story: Halloween has been my favorite holiday ever since I was three years old. I love dressing up in costumes, getting candy, carving pumpkins, looking at all the fun decorations, watching the films, and, as I got older, I enjoyed the supernatural aspects of it. 

However, there was one certain occasion that happened to me every Halloween for the first four or five years after I turned three years old that was an unwelcoming sight. 

At least I don't remember the exact number of times because it happened so long ago in my childhood, but it’s an incident thatI’ll never forget. Unsolved Mysteries Of The Amazon Rain Forest πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

Now mind you, what happened every year was nothing violent or anything like that, but it was creepy for me to witness at such a young age, especially when it made my parents uneasy as well. 

Every Halloween since I was three, my parents, siblings, and next-door neighbors would start our a trick-or-treating trip on my street. 

It’s important to note that my street has four circles like cul-de-sacs but only one exit. After hitting each house around these cul-de-sacs, we would head to the very end of the street to go to the next street and a series of houses over. 

But as soon as we would reach the end, an old rusty crappy looking car would be blocking it. If you’ve ever seen Spike’s car from Buffy the Vampire Slayer, that was pretty much this car. 

My parents would tell us to wait as it seemed the person inside was driving by. What made the situation creepy wasn’t the fact that the man was driving slowly. 8 Most Mysterious Temples In The World πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

No, what made it creepy was that when I looked at the driver, I got automatic bad vibes from him. Like in the back of my child's brain a human instinct was telling me to stay away. 

The man always wore this very gross looking alien-like mask. I can’t remember the exact details; all I remember was the yellow tainted skin and his gross brown hair. 

I always hated the way he stared at us. He would slowly move his head to look at every single one of us, and as he drove on, his head would slowly move back to keep staring at us. 

Yeah, I know! That’s not the scariest or worst thing to happen. He could’ve been trying to scare everyone a Halloween prank, but the thing I hated was that every single year he was always there at the same time. 

At the end of my street eyeing my siblings and me down. My parents hated it too. They didn’t like a grown man eyeing us kids and the fact that he was always there each time every year. 

There was only one year he didn’t show up, but the next year when we talked about how strange it was and how we were glad we ha'n't seen him the previous year, all of us got uncomfortable when we saw him there again. 10 Most Mysterious And Beautiful Forests In The World πŸ”₯πŸ”₯πŸ”₯

Still driving the same crappy car, still wearing the same mask, still eyeing down myself and my siblings. My parents were angry and wanted to tell the police. 

True a crime was not being committed, but the way he had stared at kids is what set them on edge. Then the next year, nothing, and the year after that, there was nothing. 

He stopped suddenly. I have no clue what happened. I don’t know if he moved, got tired of the joke if police had told him to not drive through the crowds, or whatever. 

I only know that every year when I went trick or treating, I always dreaded to see if he would be there at the end of the street. 

Even when I was finally old enough to go out with my friends and I would tell them the story, walking down to the end of my street, I hoped he wouldn’t be there. 

He never was. Now, this is just mere speculation, but I hope the reason why he stopped showing up wasn’t that he had been caught doing something unspeakable to a child because that would be horrible. 

Knowing that a man that I believed to be dangerous turned out to be truly dangerous. What convinces me that something could have happened, but hopefully did not, a cop car was always parked at the end of the street or a little further away every year since he stopped showing up.

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