3 Disturbing True Horror Stories

Story 1: The Intruder Under my Bed

As a child, I had the privilege of occupying the most spacious room in our house. A peculiar layout divided our family home into two levels, with my room situated on the lower floor. This privilege stemmed from being the only boy among my siblings. I enjoyed the extra space and a full-size bed since I was 12 years old.However, at the age of 12, an unusual series of events began to unfold. For several nights in a row, I woke up inexplicably, struggling to fall back asleep. This was highly unusual for someone my age. Even with a fan generating white noise, I couldn't pinpoint the source of my disturbance.One night, while refilling my glass of water, I thought I heard something inside my room. The faucet turned off, and the room was eerily silent. This eerie feeling prompted me to investigate, and I reached the doorway, perplexed by an unexplained sense of unease.Soon after, I decided to sleep on the living room couch. It was a better option, even though I still had trouble sleeping. On another night, I awoke to sounds from the kitchen, where the fridge's light glow and the sound of someone rummaging through it chilled me. My parents were out for the night, so I had no choice but to go back to sleep, despite my discomfort.The next day, my mom noticed an unpleasant odor in my room, but I couldn't detect it. Ignoring her advice to clean up the smell proved to be a grave mistake. That night, we switched on the air conditioning due to the heat, but my sleep was again disrupted. In the silence that followed the fan's cessation, I heard a disturbing sound – breathing that wasn't mine. I scanned my room, checking the closet and under the bed. It was there that I made a horrifying discovery: a large, unkempt person lying beneath my bed, their eyes closed.I scrambled backward and screamed for my dad, who quickly removed the intruder as my mom called 911. The ordeal left a lasting impact on me, making it difficult to sleep comfortably in my own room. My dad installed security cameras, and we disposed of any opened food in the fridge, concerned about potential contamination. Whether the intruder had malicious intent or not, the experience of someone lurking under your bed is a child's worst nightmare.

Story 2: The Mysterious Encounter in the Woods

My great-grandfather's story takes us back to the time of World War II, during his service under the Soviet Union. After a minor battle, my great-grandfather and his comrade, Sergey, found themselves celebrating with their fellow soldiers in a warm, undamaged building. The evening was bitterly cold, but their spirits were high. As the night wore on, two unwelcome fellow soldiers entered the building. My great-grandfather and Sergey couldn't stand them, considering them loud and obnoxious. Seeking a quiet moment, Sergey asked my great-grandfather to join him for a smoke. In the freezing cold, they lit their cigarettes and enjoyed a conversation about their recent victory. As they contemplated returning to the warmth inside, a distant, agonized scream pierced the night. Fearful that their comrades might be under attack, my great-grandfather and Sergey rushed back into the building, grabbed their weapons, and called for reinforcements.As they ventured deeper into the dark woods, my great-grandfather began to feel a growing sense of dread and foreboding. The distant screaming ceased, but an eerie, distressing feeling hung in the air. Unable to locate the source of the cries, my great-grandfather and Sergey decided to split up with the other soldiers.After a few minutes of tense exploration, they traced the mournful cries to their origin. What they discovered was horrifying – two German soldiers, one dead and one alive. The deceased soldier was mutilated beyond recognition, with missing limbs and a shredded uniform. The scene was recent, and the smell was oddly chemical.The living German soldier, faced with Sergey, was in severe pain, muttering words in German. His leg was mangled, and his chest was covered in blood. He screamed phrases like "Das colas" as Sergey ended his suffering with a single shot.However, the most unsettling moment was yet to come. As my great-grandfather and Sergey prepared to leave, a tall, mysterious figure ran off into the darkness, prompting them to open fire erratically. But the being disappeared, leaving the soldiers bewildered and terrified.The incident left a profound impact on my great-grandfather, who couldn't forget the gruesome sight of the mutilated soldier and the enigmatic creature.

Story 3: The Unwanted Neighbor

When my fiance, Morgan, and I moved into our cozy house in a tranquil town, we expected a peaceful beginning. Little did we know that our new neighbor would soon turn our lives into a nightmare. In the early days of settling into our home, we introduced ourselves to the neighbors, discovering a pleasant older couple next door. The neighbors on the other side were more distant, and we hadn't met them yet.About two weeks into our new life, we were in the midst of unpacking and decorating. Morgan was cooking in the kitchen, and I sat at the table, browsing for area rugs online. The stuffy air prompted me to open the back door, revealing a large backyard. However, what I saw outside left me in shock.A man was sitting in one of the chairs, hunched over with his head down. Morgan and I locked eyes and gasped, both realizing that we had an unwelcome visitor. We hesitated for a moment, debating whether to confront him or call the authorities.I volunteered to address the situation and nervously approached the back door, careful not to alert the man to our presence. He remained unaware, seemingly lost in his thoughts. I knocked on the glass and raised my voice, instructing him to leave our property. The man turned around, revealing a disconcerting half-smile and an unsettling aura.He approached the glass door, scrutinizing Morgan. His actions turned lecherous, and he began uttering vile comments, leaving us horrified. I threatened to call the police, and the man responded with more disturbing remarks. Our anxiety grew, and we contacted 911.