Welcome dear reader, I am Grimdark. So, you have decided to read my stories. My, tales if you would. But these are no tales. These are true stories of what I’ve seen. These are stories of the truth, of great horror. So, if you are squeamish, if you do not like unfiltered horror and gore, then close these stories, and do not read them. These are dark stories, not for the faint of heart. So, if you are still reading, enjoy these stories. Enjoy them, as they may be the last thing you read.
Story one. Nightmares in the closet.
This first story happened when I was a wee little lad, I was always afraid of the closet, because no matter what I did, it always appeared darker than the rest of my room. Even under my bed was brighter than the closet, so I always made sure to close it. Well one night, when I was going to bed, I made sure to close my closet door. I then got into bed and turned off my lamp next to the bed. Later into the night, I heard a crash! I shot up in my bed and reached to turn on my lamp. But the lamp was not on the stand. It was broken on the floor, And the closet door was wide open. I swore on that day that I saw a hand dart back into the closet. I got out of my bed and ran to my mum. I told her what happened, but she brushed it off. She said, “you must have knocked your lamp off in your sleep, and you must have forgotten to close the closet.” She said not to worry about it, but how could I? This thing could harm me and her. I had to get to the bottom of this, fast.
The next night I did all the things I normally do to get ready for bed. I brush my teeth, do my hair, all that stuff. But I did not close my closet. I left the door wide open. I then closed my eyes and waited. After a while I heard a faint sound of movement, and
When I looked in the closet, I saw it. It was a tall, black creature, with branch-like arms and legs. Boney fingers with just enough flesh to not show bone. I could see every spine segment, every rib visible, like it’s been starved for weeks. Then the face, big, wide teeth that seemed to glow in the darkness. Pupilless eyes that were more like indents in its head. I did not talk or make noise. It stared right at me. eyes locked onto mine. And then I blinked, and it disappeared. Like lightning I shot out of bed and ran to my mum’s room. I’ve never run so fast in my life. I opened the door to her room and saw something that forever scared me. There lying on the floor, was my mother’s lifeless, twisted, broken body, with blood spilling out of her head, every finger bent in the wrong way. She had an expression of fear on her face; one I still remember. I backed out of the room terrified. I turned to go back to my room and then I saw it again. It stood at the corner, looking at me, never moving an inch. Blink. It moved. It was closer to me. I could touch it if I wanted to. I backed away down the hallway. Blink. It stood where I once stood, eyes still locked on mine. I kept backing away, with every blink it moved closer. I kept going until my back was to the wall. Blink. It was closer than it had ever been, its hand outstretched with its pointer finger outstretched. Its finger was less than an inch from my face. Blink. I woke up in a cold sweat, but not in the hallway. I woke up in my bed. My mother called for me. I got up but looked at the closet. The door had 3 huge claw marks in the wood, and it was slightly open .
