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Probably each of us in our childhood was delighted with scary stories. Schoolchildren love to watch cartoons and films about ghosts, werewolves and witches, and also tell each other horror stories for children. Is this normal and does it harm the child’s psyche? In fact, from time immemorial people have loved to retell horror stories. Even many famous children's fairy tales have elements of horror, for example, the stories about Koshchei the Immortal or the Serpent Gorynych.

According to psychologists, there is nothing terrible here. Being in a cozy home environment and listening to scary stories, children can throw out their fears and negative emotions outside, plunging into the world of the mysterious and mystical.

You should not frighten young children with scary stories, then you can actually harm them. mental state. And here horror stories for kids 10 years and older will not cause any harm to their psyche.

Horror stories for children “10 black roses”

Next door to one girl lived an unpleasant and angry woman. The girl was afraid of her and did not like her, for which her mother and father often scolded her, saying that this was impossible, and in fact their neighbor was good.

One day, when my mother had her birthday, a neighbor presented her with ten black roses. Everyone, of course, was surprised by such a present, but they didn’t throw the roses away and put them in a vase in the children’s room.

At midnight, a hand stuck out of a vase of flowers and began to strangle the baby. Luckily, the girl was able to escape and ran to her mom and dad. She told them everything, but her parents did not believe her. The next night the story with the hand repeated itself. But the girl was able to escape again.

On the third night, the girl threw a tantrum before going to bed and said that she refused to sleep alone. Then dad decided to lie down in her room. At 12 o'clock at night, a hand again reached out of the vase and tried to grab the girl by the throat. Dad, seeing this, jumped up, ran to the kitchen for a knife and cut off the little finger on his hand. After which the hand disappeared.

The next morning the parents went to throw out the bouquet and met a neighbor. The woman's hand was bandaged. Seeing this, they understood everything.

Cursed treasures

During the war, treasures were hidden in the basement of one house. People found out about this and really wanted to find them in order to appropriate them for themselves. However, many of those who wanted to get rich, once in the basement, disappeared without a trace. A few managed to get out alive, but after that they completely lost their minds. It was impossible to find out from them what really happened.

Two yard boys also decided to go in search of jewelry. They took a flashlight with them and climbed into the dark basement. They wandered there for a long time until they came across a black door. Opening it, they found themselves in a strange place. Everything in the room was strewn with gold, and human skeletons lay on the floor. The boys wanted to run away, but the door jammed. In horror, they began banging on the door and calling for help.

The boys burst into tears and began to ask the invisible interlocutor to let them go. They swore to him that they would never go to the basement again and would not tell anyone anything.

The boys managed to get out of the basement, which was flooded the next day. They kept their oath and did not tell anyone about what happened to them.

Ghost of the Cleaning Lady

A cleaner worked in one of the schools. She was very old, and one day she died. One of the students brought a can of red paint and wrote the name of his favorite musical group on the wall of the school.

Arriving at school the next day, he wanted to look at the inscription, but saw that it had disappeared. He was surprised who could have erased it, because the cleaning lady had died, and so far no one had been hired to take her place. He picked up the spray can and re-wrote the name of the ensemble.

At midnight he woke up from some strange sound. Opening his eyes, he saw the ghost of a cleaning lady in front of him. She leaned towards him and said: “If you continue to paint the walls, I will take you with me. You will walk with me through the cemetery and wipe off the dust from the graves and crosses.” The boy did not misbehave anymore.

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A selection of 10 bedtime horror stories for adults. If you need to work at night and coffee is no longer working, read these stories. They'll cheer you up. Brrr.

Faces in portraits

One man got lost in the forest. He wandered for a long time and finally came across a hut at dusk. There was no one inside, and he decided to go to bed. But he could not fall asleep for a long time, because there were portraits of some people hanging on the walls, and it seemed to him that they were looking at him ominously. Eventually he fell asleep from exhaustion. In the morning he was awakened by bright sunlight. There were no paintings on the walls. These were windows.

Count to five

One winter, four students from a mountaineering club got lost in the mountains and got caught in a snowstorm. They managed to reach an abandoned and empty house. There was nothing in it to keep warm, and the guys realized that they would freeze if they fell asleep in this place. One of them suggested this. Everyone stands in the corner of the room. First, one runs to the other, pushes him, the latter runs to the third, etc. This way they will not fall asleep, and the movement will warm them up. Until the morning they ran along the walls, and in the morning rescuers found them. When the students later talked about their salvation, someone asked: “If there is one person in each corner, then when the fourth reaches the corner, there should be no one there. Why didn’t you stop then?” The four looked at each other in horror. No, they never stopped.

Damaged film

One girl photographer decided to spend the day and night alone, in a deep forest. She was not afraid, because this was not the first time she had gone hiking. She spent the day photographing trees and grass with a film camera, and in the evening settled down to sleep in her small tent. The night passed peacefully; horror overtook her only a few days later. All four reels produced excellent images, except for the last frame. All the photographs were of her, sleeping peacefully in her tent in the darkness of the night.

Call from the nanny

Somehow married couple I decided to go to the cinema and leave the children with the babysitter. They put the children to bed, so the young woman just had to stay home just in case. Soon the girl got bored and decided to watch TV. She called her parents and asked their permission to turn on the TV. They naturally agreed, but she had one more request... she asked if it was possible to cover the statue of an angel outside the window with something, because it made her nervous. The phone went quiet for a second, and then the father who was talking to the girl said: “Take the kids and run from the house... we'll call the police. We don't have an angel statue." The police found everyone remaining at home dead. The angel statue was never discovered.

Who's there?

About five years ago, late at night, 4 short bells rang at my door. I woke up, got angry and didn’t open the door: I wasn’t expecting anyone. On the second night someone called again 4 times. I looked out the peephole, but there was no one outside the door. During the day I told this story and joked that death must have taken the wrong door. On the third evening, an acquaintance came to see me and stayed up late. The doorbell rang again, but I pretended not to notice anything to check: maybe I was hallucinating. But he heard everything perfectly and, after my story, exclaimed: “Well, let’s deal with these jokers!” and ran out into the yard. That night I saw him for the last time. No, he didn't disappear. But on the way home he was beaten by a drunken company, and he died in the hospital. The calls stopped. I remembered this story because last night I heard three short rings on the door.

Twin

My girlfriend wrote today that she didn’t know that I had such a charming brother, and even a twin! It turns out that she had just stopped by my house, not knowing that I stayed at work until night, and he met her there. He introduced himself, offered him coffee, told a few funny stories from his childhood, and escorted us to the elevator.

I don’t even know how to tell her that I don’t have a brother.

Damp fog

It was in the mountains of Kyrgyzstan. The climbers set up camp near a small mountain lake. Around midnight everyone wanted to sleep. Suddenly a noise was heard from the direction of the lake: either crying or laughter. Friends (there were five of them) decided to check what was the matter. They found nothing near the shore, but saw a strange fog in which white lights glowed. The guys went to the lights. We took just a couple of steps towards the lake... And then one, who was walking last, noticed that he was standing knee-deep in icy water! He pulled the two closest to him, they came to their senses and got out of the fog. But the two who walked ahead disappeared into the fog and water. It was impossible to find them in the cold and in the dark. Early in the morning, survivors hurried after rescuers. They didn't find anyone. And by evening, the two who had just plunged into the fog also died.

Photo of a girl

One high school student was bored in class and looked out the window. On the grass he saw a photograph thrown by someone. He went out into the yard and picked up the photograph: it showed a very beautiful girl. She was wearing a dress, red shoes, and she was showing the V sign with her hand. The guy began asking everyone if they had seen this girl. But no one knew her. In the evening he put the photo near his bed, and at night he was awakened by a quiet sound, as if someone was scratching on the glass. A woman's laughter was heard in the darkness outside the window. The boy left the house and began to look for the source of the voice. He quickly moved away, and the guy did not notice how, hurrying after him, he ran out onto the roadway. He was hit by a car. The driver jumped out of the car and tried to save the downed man, but it was too late. And then the man noticed a photograph on the ground beautiful girl. She was wearing a dress, red shoes and was showing three fingers.

Grandma Marfa

Grandfather told this story to his granddaughter. As a child, he found himself with his brothers and sisters in a village that the Germans were approaching. The adults decided to hide the children in the forest, in the forester's house. They agreed that Baba Marfa would carry the food for them. But returning to the village was strictly forbidden. This is how the children lived through May and June. Every morning Martha left food in the barn. At first the parents also came running, but then they stopped. The children looked at Martha through the window, she turned and silently, sadly looked at them and baptized the house. One day two men approached the house and invited the children to come with them. These were partisans. From them the children learned that their village was burned a month ago. They also killed Baba Marfa.

Do not open the door!

Ding, ding, ding.

Dad, answer me!

Ding, ding, ding.

Is there someone there with you?

Ding, ding, ding.

Dad, why don't you answer? - the girl almost cried.

Ding, ding, ding.

I won't open the door until you answer me!

The doorbell kept ringing and ringing, but the father was silent. The girl sat huddled in the corner of the hallway. This went on for about an hour, then the girl fell into oblivion. At dawn she woke up and realized that the doorbell was no longer ringing. She crept to the door and looked through the peephole again. Her father was still standing there and looking straight at her. The girl carefully opened the door and screamed. Her father's severed head was nailed to the door at peephole level.

There was a note attached to the doorbell with just two words: “Smart girl.”

From Yesterday, 10:58

September 20.
The fine rain beats mournfully on the glass, bringing more and more despondency. The last echoes of warm September are over - now only slush and autumn depression have replaced it.
This kind of weather, in theory, should help make you sleepy, but not in my case. It's all due to... how should I write it more correctly... rustling under the bed. Perhaps to some it would seem stupid, a minor incident, or just a fantasy running wild. Don't rush to laugh! Although whoever I’m telling, only I can read the text, which is why I started taking notes on my laptop. I remember doing the same thing at school and college - formulating all my thoughts, events, incomprehensible cases... what if it helps now? It will help you not to go crazy...

The rustling started a few days ago. I myself am a fearless person by nature - I like to watch horror stories at night or read creepy horror stories before bed. And it’s quite normal to feel afterwards. No, of course, horror films get on your nerves and calm a little, I lied a little here. Going to the toilet in the middle of the night, lying down looking into the darkness, or with your eyes closed feeling goosebumps from fantasies about a terrible, hungry creature lurking behind the curtain - all this, albeit in a small form, gives a charge of adrenaline and fear. Makes you believe for an hour or two that the otherworldly is present nearby. That maybe there is something incomprehensible to our minds and not amenable to logic. And then the fear disappears and everything again becomes ordinary and boring.

that will excite your imagination.

1. She asked why I was breathing so hard.It wasn't me.

2. I can't move, breathe, speak or hear. If I knew how lonely I would be, I would choosecremation.

3 . The longer I wore it, the more it grew into me. She had one like this beautiful skin.

4 . I woke up hearing a knock on the glass. At first I thought it was the window until I heard it againcomes out of the mirror.

5. My daughterdidn't stop crying and screamingat night. I come to her grave and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help.

Scary bedtime stories

6. I let my little daughter sleep with me at night. I like to cuddle up to her, despite the causticthe smell of rotting flesh.

7. Lights flashed. I covered myself with a pillow so that this timecan't hear the screams.

8. I'm not afraid of the cemetery. This is the only place whereghosts don't haunt me.

9. The problem with getting out is that your parents have no idea where to find you. At the time, when they find this cage, you will no longer be alive.

10. I hear my son scream and I rush upstairs to put him back to sleep. He doesn't believe me when I say that everything is fine, probably because he sees a creature thatfollowed me to his room.

Very scary stories

11. You hear your mother calling you into the kitchen. As you walk down the stairs, you hear whispers from the restroom: "Don't go there, honey,I heard that too".

12. I'm worried thatI may have gone crazy. I'm hallucinating. I saw the man's skin tear and sag and then peel off his body. I watched as what was left fell out from inside. I saw him meet my gaze and grin.

I'm worried that I might be going crazy. But I'm even more worried that I , Maybe, not crazy.

13. I pulled the trigger and watched as my brain splashed across the wall. I did this yesterday.Why don't I die, and why can't I stop?

14 . Growing up with cats and dogs, I was used to scratching noises at the door while I slept. Now that I live alone it has becomealarming.

15. I had a pleasant dream when heavy blows woke me up. After that, I could only hear the muffled sounds of earth falling on the grave through my screams.

Scary stories for Halloween

16. I never fall asleep butI keep waking up.

17. I always thought my cat had vision problems. It seemed as if her gaze was frozen on my face. Until one day I realized that she alwayslooks through me.

18. There is a photo of me sleeping on my phone. II live alone.

19. The last thing I saw was the alarm clock flashing 12:07 before she ran her decaying nails down my chest while her other hand muffled my screams. I jumped up, sighing with relief that it was just a dream, but when the alarm clock showed 12:06, I heardthe closet door creaked.

20. I began to put him to bed, and he told me: "Daddy, check for monsters under my bed". I looked under the bed and I see him, another “him,” under the bed, he looks at me, trembles and whispers: “Daddy, there is someone on my bed.”

10 short but very scary bedtime stories

If you need to work at night and coffee is no longer working, read these stories. They'll cheer you up. Brrr.

Faces in portraits

Count to five

Damaged film

Call from the nanny

One day, a married couple decided to go to the cinema and leave the children with a babysitter. They put the children to bed, so the young woman just had to stay home just in case. Soon the girl got bored and decided to watch TV. She called her parents and asked their permission to turn on the TV. They naturally agreed, but she had one more request... she asked if it was possible to cover the statue of an angel outside the window with something, because it made her nervous. The phone went quiet for a second, and then the father who was talking to the girl said: “Take the kids and run from the house... we'll call the police. We don't have an angel statue." The police found everyone remaining at home dead. The angel statue was never discovered.

Who's there?

Twin

I don’t even know how to tell her that I don’t have a brother.

Damp fog

Photo of a girl

One high school student was bored in class and looked out the window. On the grass he saw a photograph thrown by someone. He went out into the yard and picked up the photograph: it showed a very beautiful girl. She was wearing a dress, red shoes, and she was showing the V sign with her hand. The guy began asking everyone if they had seen this girl. But no one knew her. In the evening he put the photo near his bed, and at night he was awakened by a quiet sound, as if someone was scratching on the glass. A woman's laughter was heard in the darkness outside the window. The boy left the house and began to look for the source of the voice. He quickly moved away, and the guy did not notice how, hurrying after him, he ran out onto the roadway. He was hit by a car. The driver jumped out of the car and tried to save the downed man, but it was too late. And then the man noticed a photograph of a beautiful girl on the ground. She was wearing a dress, red shoes and was showing three fingers.

Grandma Marfa

Do not open the door!

A twelve-year-old girl lived with her father. They had a great relationship. One day my father was planning to stay late at work and said that he would return late at night. The girl waited for him, waited, and finally went to bed. She had a strange dream: her father was standing on the other side of a busy highway and shouting something to her. She barely heard the words: “Don’t... open... the door.” And then the girl woke up from the bell. She jumped out of bed, ran to the door, looked through the peephole and saw her father's face. The girl was about to open the lock when she remembered the dream. And my father’s face was somehow strange. She stopped. The bell rang again.
- Dad?
Ding, ding, ding.
- Dad, answer me!
Ding, ding, ding.
- Is there anyone there with you?
Ding, ding, ding.
- Dad, why don’t you answer? - the girl almost cried.
Ding, ding, ding.
- I won’t open the door until you answer me!
The doorbell kept ringing and ringing, but the father was silent. The girl sat huddled in the corner of the hallway. This went on for about an hour, then the girl fell into oblivion. At dawn she woke up and realized that the doorbell was no longer ringing. She crept to the door and looked through the peephole again. Her father was still standing there and looking straight at her. The girl carefully opened the door and screamed. Her father's severed head was nailed to the door at peephole level.
There was a note attached to the doorbell with just two words: “Smart girl.”