5 True Disturbing Horror Stories Animated

I had only been travel blogging for about a year before one of my reviews of an old traditional Hotel went viral the hotel invited me and paid me to review it further and that is when I realized that my passion could mint me some old Benjamins just four months into this new business Eli Fitzgerald owner of an Old Mountain Lodge invited me to review it for its Grand Christmas reopening the lodge had been closed for nearly a century be in an avalanche but Eli's team had restored it I figured it would be a quiet week

in the Rockies a good story for the blog when I arrived the place felt wrong it wasn't just a lodge itself massive and looming as if it had grown out of the mountains but the staff too they were dressed in clothes from another era bow ties and long skirts and spoke in a stilted old-fashioned way they didn't really smile Eli greeted at the door his tall figure draped in a thick coat his eyes too sharp too cold Mr James welcome you'll find it very peaceful here peaceful maybe but the whole place had a strange atmosphere

like it was holding its breath I settled into my room a cozy enough space with a fireplace and large bed the wind howled outside and I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched still the long trip had worn me out so I laid down and tried to sleep it was just past midnight when I woke to the sound of children laughing the high-pitched Giggles echoed through the hallways followed by the faintest melody a piano playing silent night which I remembered from when I tried my hands at instruments in college confused I checked my phone 12:47

a.m. Eli had told me I was the only guest so who were the kids and the music I opened my door stepped into the hall and listened the laughter faded but the music continued like it was drifting from somewhere deep within the lodge I followed it down to the lobby expecting to find some explanation a stereo maybe or a staff member playing the piano but when I got there the lobby was empty the piano covered in dust hadn't been touched in years I asked Eli about it the next morning I heard kids laughing last night

and music thought you said I was the only one here Eli didn't blink you are Mr James the wind can play tricks on the ears around these parts I hope you would mention that the lodge brings out an oldw World charm especially in the nights his calm unbothered response left me uneasy but I didn't press it I explored the lodge that day snapping pictures for the blog and that's when I found the letters there was a loose floorboard in my room after stepping on it a few times I pride it up out of curiosity beneath

it tied together with twine was a stack of yellowed letters written by someone named Jeremiah Hughes who built the lodge over a century ago there was a picture of his accompanying the letters dressed in an old three-piece suit a pocket watch to his breast pocket and a long wavy mustache the first few letters were harmless enough talking about the beauty of the lodge and how his family loved the mountains but as I read on the letter grew darker there is something wrong with this place at night I hear it Whispers scratching at the walls it

wants something from us and I fear we cannot refuse another letter written days before the Avalanche chilled me to the Bone the ritual is the only way we must appease it or it will take us all that night I don't really know how else to say it but the lodge came alive the whispering started around midnight faint at first like someone just outside my door I pulled the blankets tighter trying to ignore it but then I heard my name j shot up heart pounding and saw Shadows moving along the walls they ried and twisted in

ways that didn't make sense like they were alive slithering toward me I backed away cold sweat dripping down my neck but they kept coming James come I ran out of the room my footsteps echoing down the hall but no matter where I went The Whispers followed me calling out my name the walls seemed to close in on me pulsing like they were breathing and just when I tried to look out the window in the dark the glass fogged like someone had blown hot air on it I took some steps back and reminded myself that I

might be imagining things due to being alone at this place but just when the deep breathing calmed down I felt someone cold hand gripping mine I yelled and ran down the stairs thankfully in the lobby I found Eli standing by the fireplace is back towards me I need to leave right now there is some strange going on at this Lodge Eli didn't turn around it's too late the house has been Disturbed it doesn't let go easily my blood ran cold I didn't care what he meant I just wanted to get out I grabbed my coat

ran to my car and drove down the mountain as fast as I could not caring about the luggage that I had left behind as fate would have it I learned in the news that a sudden Avalanche swallowed the lodge early in the morning taking its new owner with it rescue efforts were underway for a week when the authorities finally reached to my luggage they found my phone and laptop and sent it back to me my laptop never worked again but I was surprised that my phone fired up Gathering courage I decided to check the photos

and videos which I had clicked of the place to post on my blog to my surprise in those pictures were captured children and people dressed in old dresses whom I had never seen and then in one picture I saw a man sitting on a chair next to my bed he was dressed in an old three-piece suit a pocket watch to his breast pocket and carried a long wavy mustache the original owner of the lodge Mr Jeremiah Hughes it started out like any other evening just me and Emily my little sister heading to McDonald's after school

it was one of those harmless rituals we did whenever we had a chance Emily loved the place especially the indoor playground and I didn't mind it gave me a break a chance to sip on a Coke and scroll through my phone while she burned off energy the place was almost empty when we walked in a few family scattered around the occasional soft beep of the Friars behind the counter and the fluorescent lights that always felt a bit too harsh it should have felt normal safe even but the moment we sat down something felt off I

can't explain it call it gut instinct but the second we walked in I had this Eerie sense that we weren't alone not in the usual way someone was watching us stop it Sarah I scolded myself Emily was happy I should have been too how could I when I spotted him a man sitting alone near the front huddled in a dirty gray hoodie his hair sticking out in Greasy strands his eyes though those were what chilled me they were fixed almost unblinking on Emily as she played with the interactive display near the counter she was completely

unaware tapping the screen with her usual bubbly enthusiasm but his gaze it was cold and hungry I tried to shake it off as I ordered I mean it's a public place right I told myself he was probably just some random guy maybe a little rough around the edges no big deal but the way he was watching her it unnerved me by the time I sat down with our food he was still there unmoved his Focus unwavering I glanced at Emily then back to him his eyes shifted the moment I caught him for a split second

our Gaz is locked and something about the way he looked away like I wasn't supposed to notice him sent a wave of nausea through me I should have grabbed Emily then I should have left but I didn't instead I watched her run off to the playground area giggling as she disappeared into the Maze of plastic tubes and slides I tried to relax telling myself I was being paranoid I mean what could happen there were other people around workers families but when I I glanced back at the front of the restaurant the man was standing he

wasn't leaving though no he was standing near the door watching Emily again his eyes darting toward me occasionally but always returning to her my heart kicked up in my chest go talk to the manager I thought tell someone but just as I was about to stand up he turned and stepped outside disappearing into the parking lot relief washed over me he was gone or so I thought we ate quickly my nerves still on edge and I let Emily play a little longer thinking the worst was over I got up to throw our trash away and

when I glanced toward the playground my heart froze Emily was gone somehow in the span of mere seconds he had slipped back into the restaurant I hadn't even seen him come in but now he wasn't just watching he was moving fast he was walking out with Emily in his arms struggling my body moved before my brain could catch up I screamed her name the sound ripping from my throat raw and desperate Emily I ran everything around me blurred tables chairs people none of it mattered the only thing I could focus on was that filthy hand

gripping her pulling her toward the exit her small body Twisted trying to break free but he was strong too strong she screamed and the sound of it that high-pitched terrified scream shattered something inside me I lunged at him clawing at his arm his hoodie anything I could reach he grunted his face Twisted in frustration and for a moment it felt like he might win like he might rip her away from me and disappear into the night you he hissed but then a worker a teenage boy no older than me came running he grabbed the man's

other arm and suddenly the stranger's grip loosened he shoved Emily to the floor and before I could react he was gone bolting through the door Vanishing into the dark I held Emily shaking both of us cried while people crowded around us voices blended into a murmur of concern and disbelief but I didn't care about them all I cared about was Emily her small body trembling in my arms her face pale and tear stre the police came of course they asked questions took statements but it didn't matter the man was gone vanished like smoke and no

matter how much they reassured me I knew deep down they wouldn't find him and for weeks life went on but I couldn't shake the feeling every time I passed to McDonald's every time I heard the squeak of a playground slide or the shuffle of feet in the crowd my heart would race my breath would catch and I'd find myself scanning the faces around me waiting to see him again and then one day I did did I was with Emily walking through the mall when I felt it the same cold prickling sensation at the back of

my neck I turned and there he was standing near the entrance his hoodie pulled tight over his face watching us I froze Terror clawing at my throat he smiled a slow crooked smile and disappeared into the crowd and I knew he was waiting for another chance waiting for us I'd always prefer her over you I'd burn for her I had overheard my son Jason yelling in the garage just before he pulled the car out I still remember the way it had all begun quiet and peaceful but ominous in hindsight our family piled into the car

for our yearly visit to Matthew my husband's grave it was Jason his wife Lisa their Twins and of course Jewels Jews had been the kids' caregiver for about a year helping out around the house she had become family the daughter I never had Jason insisted juwels sit in the front with him leaving Lisa to attend to the kids in the back I noticed the way Lisa stiffened her eyes darkening for just a moment before she forced a polite smile that was Lisa always composed putting my son before herself even when something ate her away but

there was no hiding the the tension that hung in the air thick and stifling I should have said something anything but I chose silence and that was my worst mistake at the cemetery the day stretched long and dull as we cleaned the grave the kids ran around laughing while jwes helped with the cleaning always staying close to Lisa and closer to Jason I noticed and so did Lisa I caught her watching them when she thought no one was looking her hands gripped the gardening Shear so tightly that her Knuckles turned white while Jason oblivious or

maybe indifferent chatted away with jewels like it was just another day little did we know it wasn't the ride back home was silent save for the occasional Giggles from the kids Lisa stared out the window pale like a ghost Jason was unusually quiet too but his action screamed betrayal the Casual brush against jules's thigh as he shifted gears the stolen glances the shy Smiles that evening after dinner I kiss the kids good night and wave Jason and Lisa off to bed the UN in Lisa's eyes hadn't faded if anything it had deepened Jason on the

other hand seems Carefree already a bit tipsy from the wine he downed after dinner and Jews she lingered helping TIY up the kitchen before heading home too helpful too involved everything in the air was wrong but once again I remained quiet as I slipped into my bed I must have fallen asleep at around midnight but my dreams were restless haunted by images I couldn't quite grasp then it happened a scream ripped through my Slumber yanking me from a nightmare only to push me into another for a moment I thought it was still dreaming until the

smell of smoke hit me thick and suffocating I sprinted down the hall my heart pounding in my chest the kids were already outside crying surrounded by neighbors who had rushed To Hell the house was bathed in Orange Flames licked at the walls devouring everything in their path but it wasn't the crackling of the fire or the Roar of the Flames that chilled me to my core it was the screams raw agonizing coming from inside my children's voices Jason and Lisa were trapped inside burning alive I can still feel the way I fought together them my

legs like lead my body lurched forward with every desperate breath neighbors held me back as I thrashed screamed for Jason for Lisa let me go they're going to die my voice was broken horar from the smoke and the terror that gripped my chest hot tears cut through the so on my face as I begged but their grip only tightened the fire roared louder and all I could do was watch soon soon siren wailed the fire trucks arrived but it was already too late when they pulled Lisa out her body was barely recognizable charred beneath layers

of blackened skin but she was alive just barely breathing alive but by Jason didn't make it the Flames had consumed him leaving only Ash at first they said it was an electrical fire faulty wiring they assumed it made sense with an old house like ours fires like that happen all the time investigators nodded and scribbled in their little notepads shaking their heads like it was just a sad tragic accident but I knew it wasn't not even close a week later when Lisa finally woke up in the hospital her voice was raspy and weak but her

words they were chillingly clear she had discovered Jason's affair with jewels found texts and voicemails laid out before her like a death sentence that day at the cemetery she'd simmered in her own rage quietly plotting she had waited for Jason to pass out drunk and oblivious after they had the argument he confessed thinking she would forgive him like always but this time Lisa didn't forgive she started the fire watching as it spread as Jason slept through the beginning of the Flames she wanted it to look like an accident the thought that something like this could

hide behind her calm demeanor her steady hands it's terrifying what kind of Darkness had she been carrying all this time why didn't she reach out as they wheeled Lisa away from the police I stood there staring at the empty shell of our home at the blackened remains where my son had died could I have stopped it could I have said something done something I replayed every moment every glance every conversation if I had spoken up if I had confronted Jason if I had taken Lisa aside but now it was too late my silence had cost

me everything I owned I still hear the crackling of the flames in my dreams and sometimes if I listen close enough I can still hear Lisa's scream mingling with the Roar of the fire it wasn't the scream of a woman in pain it was the scream of someone who had finally snapped I transferred to Crest more College to escape the mess I'd made of my life it was supposed to be a fresh start but then I got to know about the attacks the rumors were vague but unsettling a masked figure dressed as a WWE wrestler

assaulting students at random I figured it was just campus folklore until one night I met him I had stayed late in the library cramming for midterms when I left the campus was eerily quiet no late night chatter no footstep steps just fog creeping around the manicured Lawns I was really sleepy so I didn't even bother to check the two cute girls making out behind the bushes along the way when I got to my dorm the door was slightly AJ jar that's when I sensed something was wrong did I forget to lock it I pushed the

door open cautiously stepping into the darkness the light switch did nothing the power was out the door slammed shut behind me the bang echoing in the silence I grabbed my phone its weak flashlight trembling in my hand that's when I saw him standing ahead was a man in a Ry Mysterio mask and a grotesque grin he wore dark ragged clothes but he sure scared the hell out of me what the hell he tilted his head like he was sizing me up then spoke in a low raspy voice you've disrupted the Spectrum before I could move

he lunged his boots slammed into my stomach and I went flying into my desk the air knocked from my lungs I scrambled to get up but he was on me fast he twisted my arm behind my back forcing me to the ground you're distorting the frequencies yeah help I screamed I elbowed him in the ribs managing to break free I almost got to the door but he blocked my path and swung a sharp kick sweeping my legs out from under me pain shot through my body as I hit the floor again the guy was relentless

moving with an eerie Grace like he knew exactly how to inflict pain he grabbed me by the throat Lifting me off the ground my vision blurred my breaths ragged his words were nonsense but his intent wasn't the patterns they need to be restored with my last bit of strength I grabbed a pillow from the bed and shoved it into his face he loosened his grip and I bolted for the closet slamming the door shut behind me my heart raced as I crouched in the dark trying to stay quiet outside I could hear him his footsteps

taunting hide and seek oh yeah the patterns always repeat Roy he knew my name how did he know my name the door ripped open and he stood there bathed in the dim light from the window without thinking I grabbed a metal hanging rod and swung it at his head he staggered back giving me a chance to rush him we collided into the bookshelf behind books cracked ing to the floor he recovered fast grabbing me by the throat again his grip was tight and the edges of my vision started to fade I thought it was over

then suddenly he let go I crumpled to the floor gasping for air The Mask man stood over me tilting his head as if listening to something only he could hear oh Marth as a calling he walked out Vanishing into the foggy hallway without another word shaking I locked the door and called campus security they arrived quickly but after a half-hearted search they found nothing the officer just Shrugged probably just some kind of prank I'm bleeding does it look like a prank to you I knew what I saw the mask man had left marks on me

bruises scratches and probably a broken bone the next few days I started asking around quietly I found other students who had been attacked but they were too scared to go to the authorities music Major had been assaulted in the practice rooms accused of silencing Melodies an art student was attacked in the studio the MK man ranting about corrupting colors the pattern made no sense but the more I learned the more it sounded like these attacks were about more than random violence the guy had a fixation with sensory input sound color energy I had taken a

new music class before dropping out in the previous semester but when I looked for the common thread I realized that the crazy man in mask had only targeted the students who had taken that class I started digging into Old campus records and found something strange a year ago there was a student group called Martha multimedia Arts research and therapeutic healing Association they explored the connection between art music and healing but the program was shut down due to lack of funding one student Max was heavily involved who belonged to the same frat house as me it

didn't take much to put the pieces together I inquired around and learned that he had run some kind of lab above a drug Den close to campus with a nervous heart I entered the old abandoned multistory where the druggies from our college and around flocked it was a scary experience but I found some frat members there who bumped me in I crossed the creepy dirty probably infected stairways of the place before reaching a locked room above where loud music played I had a hunch this was it but I was wise enough to not go and

get beat up again I went out of the house and called the cops explaining everything about an hour later the cops infiltrated the drug Den it suddenly became chaos as drugged up kids my age wed like zombies and desperately tried to run away I kept on the lookout for Max I had seen him once at a frat party before so I was certain that I could recognize him but I didn't even need to the second floor window was suddenly broken and out emerged a man on the shed wearing a Ry Mysterio mask he howled moral

lives forever oh yeah before jumping down I rushed ahead to find him screaming one of his legs broken and a bone poking out two cops arrived and cuffed him while he cried as I started taking him away he finally looked at me and realized that it was my doing you took my funding yeah you took my groundbreaking research away you took my Nobel away my Nobel I will kill you I will kill all of you Rey Mysterio will take you down after the police took him I went inside to see his lab there were Rey

Mysterio posters everywhere hundreds of buds of joints thrown around carelessly the place was messy but there were equipments and gadgets so something inside him was definitely broken and when he realized that he couldn't do anything about his research he assumed the form of his favorite WWE star and attacked those he thought took his funding the new music class [Music] students it started like any other day just me my delivery truck and the endless loop of houses I've been working for Amazon for a couple of months now you get used to the routine the predictability but

nothing could have prepared me for what happened that day on Elm Street I was nearing the end of my route when I pulled up in front of an old two story house just another stop I thought and then I saw her a woman standing on the porch arms crossed her face Twisted in something between anger and disgust she was staring right at me I parked along the curb double checked my list and headed toward her neighbor's door that's when I heard the voice you can't park here I turned to face her she was standing at

the edge of her property now one foot planted firmly on the sidewalk the other in her yard her eyes were wild dilated almost ma'am I'm just delivering a package next door I'll be out of here in 2 minutes I don't care her voice cracked but it wasn't the shrillness that got me it was the calm undercurrent beneath it like something dangerous was simmering just below the surface this this is my street you don't belong here I've dealt with rude customers before but this was something else there was something about the way she stood too still

too tense that sent a cold Ripple down my spine I forced a smile and tried keeping my voice steady I think the streets belong to all your neighbors including the that one I pointed to the house next dude and I'm just doing my job for a second I thought she might let it go but then she stepped closer blocking my path leave now I hesitated it wasn't just her words it was the way she looked at me like she knew something I didn't I muttered something about finishing my job I bypassed her and quickly dropped

the package at the neighbor's door in seconds I got back to the truck but as I drove off and I glanced in the rearview mirror I felt it the inevitable promise of an impending doom that weirdo was still there standing in the middle of the street watching me I Shrugged it off thinking it was over I couldn't have been more wrong hours later after a long day of deliveries I found myself driving home my mind drifting back to the woman on Elm Street the way she looked at me at stuck burrowing its way into my

thoughts I shook it off I was just tired I told myself too many deliveries do little sleep then I noticed something as I neared Elm Street again a shadow a figure standing by the side of the road her my stomach dropped she was waiting for me all this while I slowed down hoping to pass by unnoticed but the moment she saw my truck she stepped right into the street arms crossed just like before I had to hit the brakes to avoid hitting her get out of the truck she ordered her voice low eerily calm I

didn't move my heart was pounding now each thud echoing in my chest ma'am I don't want any trouble I'm just headed home her face Twisted into a smile but it wasn't comforting it was too wide too forced like she was mimicking a human expression she'd forgotten how to use you think you can just come into my neighborhood do whatever you want and leave something in her voice told me this wasn't just about parking something deeper something Twisted I'm leaving now I said my voice barely above a whisper as I shifted the truck into reverse her

smile dropped Oh no you're not she lunged toward my truck her hands slamming against the hood my breath hitched what was she doing I hit the gas reversing down the street as as fast as I could Tire screeching in the rearview mirror I heard her sprinting to the car the engine roaring to life she was coming after me I floored speeding through the winding streets headlights cutting through the thickening dusk she was right behind me her car barely inches from my bumper the beams of her headlights flooded my mirrors blinding me my pulse raced as

I swerved down a side street praying she wouldn't follow but she did every turn I took she was right there Relentless I could see her face now in the reflection of her headlights contorted unhinged it was like she was enjoying this chase her faint Giggles reached my ears as I raked my brain for possible escape and just when I thought there was none I spotted it a narrow Alleyway up ahead just wide enough from my truck without thinking I veered into it scraping the sides of the vehicle as I barreled through her car wouldn't fit

I hoped it would slow her down I parked in the shadows killing the engine holding my breath everything was silent for a moment then I heard it the crunch of gravel the slow roll of tires she was circling the block looking for me my hand shook as I clutched the steering wheel sweat dripping down my face I could hear my heartbeat in my ears each thud louder than the last I watched her car crawl past the alley her headlights sweeping across the entrance she had lost me hopefully forever