One evening, I was looking for an internet cafe because I needed to send a few e-mails. I spotted one in an old building. The sign said it was on the 6th floor.
When I walked through the entrance, there was a dark hallway that led to a small elevator. I pressed the call button and when the doors opened, I stepped inside.
In a lot of countries, many buildings do not have a 4th floor. The number 4 is considered bad luck because the word for “four” sounds almost the same as the word for “dea.th”.
The buttons in the elevator were 1-2-3-5-6. I pressed the button for the 6th floor. The doors closed and the elevator quietly began to ascend.
When it stopped and the doors opened, I was about to step out when I realized that something was wrong.
The hallway was in total darkness. By the light emanating from the elevator, I could make out random pieces of furniture covered with white cloth. It looked like it hasn’t been occupied for decades.
I thought I must have gotten the wrong floor, so I checked the buttons, but none of them were lit up. There was nothing to indicate which floor I was on.
Just then, I noticed something moving at the end of the darkened hallway. I couldn’t quite make out what it was, but it looked like a person dressed in some type of gown.
The figure was moving slowly down the hallway, towards the elevator. It creeped me out and in a panic, I started pressing the Close Door button.
All of a sudden, the light in the elevator flickered and turned off. I was plunged into pitch darkness. I was so freaked out, I almost wet myself.
Just as I was about to lose it completely, the lights flickered and came back on. The doors closed, the elevator jolted back to life and began to ascend again. I breathed a sigh of relief.
When the doors opened this time, I was at the internet cafe. I went over to the counter and told the girl who worked there what had happened. As she listened, her face grew pale.
She said that some of the customers and a few of her co-workers had experienced something similar. She had never experienced anything herself, but she told me about the history of the building.
Apparently, the 4th floor had been a hair salon at one time. It was a prospering business until one of the women who worked there killed herself in the salon. Nobody knew the reason why, but she slit her wrists over a basin and bled to death.
The salon continued to operate, but they were plagued by weird and inexplicable events.
Sometimes, when customers were having their hair washed, the water would turn as red as blood. Other people claimed that when they looked in the mirror, they would catch glimpses of a ghostly figure standing behind them. When they turned around, there would be no one there.
Because of these events, the salon developed a bad reputation and began to lose customers.
Eventually, they were forced to close down.
The building’s owner tried to rent the 4th floor out to other businesses, but when they found out that someone had died there, nobody would take it. Finally, the owner reduced the price to nearly nothing and it was rented by a businessman who planned to open a stationery supply store.
However, when they tried to do some renovations on the floor, there was a series of mysterious accidents. The workmen’s tools would sometimes disappear, only to be found in strange places, a large mirror suddenly shattered when nobody was near it and a workman had his hand crushed when the elevator doors closed on him unexpectedly.
Eventually, the workmen were spooked and refused to continue and the businessman pulled out and left.
The building’s owner gave up trying to rent the 4th floor and just shut it down. He had the buttons in the elevator replaced and it was reprogrammed so that nobody could go to the 4th floor.
At least, that’s what was supposed to happen.
For some reason, when people took the elevator, it would sometimes stop on the 4th floor and when the doors opened, some people would see a figure coming towards them in the darkness.
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Years ago, there was a group of three girls who went to high school together.
They were all best friends and one night, during the holidays, they decided to have a sleepover party.

They spent all day planning their sleepover and, because they were all horror fans, they decided to rent a scary movie. It was late at night when the three girls piled into a car and drove down to their local video rental store, but it was closed.
The girls spent the next half hour driving around town, looking for a video store that was still open.
Eventually, they found a little shop that was located in a side street and went inside. The girls could not agree on a film to rent, so one of them went over to the woman behind the counter and asked her if she had any suggestions. The woman told her that she had just the thing for them and disappeared into a back room.
While they were waiting, one of the girls noticed a video tape lying on the counter. It didn’t have a box cover or a label and it seemed to be very dirty and stained.
She was curious to see what it was and reached out to pick it up.
Just then, the woman came rushing out from the back room and slammed her hand down on the tape, pulling it away.
With a STRANGE smile on her face, she said, “That’s not something you girls should be watching.”

When they asked her what it was, the woman told them not to touch it and all would say was that it was a home movie.
Then, she handed them an old horror film and told them it would be much a better movie for them to watch.
Eventually, the girls agreed to rent the tape that the woman suggested. While she was in the back room, searching for the film, one of the girls took the opportunity two swipe the mysterious video tape and stuffed it into her purse.
Later that night, when the girls returned home, the girl who stole the video tape took it out of her purse and convinced the other two that they should watch it.
They put the tape in the video recorder and pressed Play. All of a sudden, the power went out and the room was plunged into darkness. However, the television was still on.
With a crackle of static, the video started playing and, on the screen, they saw a woman tied to a wooden stake.
She was surrounded by angry men and women who were carrying burning torches. They were shouting and spitting on her and then they set fire to the wood beneath the woman’s feet.
The woman began laughing maniacally and the people yelled out things like “Burn the witch!” and “This is your punishment for practicing black magic!” As the flames rose higher and higher, licking at the woman’s face, she screamed out a curse, saying that all who witness her death will suffer the same fate in two days time.
There was a screech of static and the VCR began making skipping sounds before it suddenly cut off. The terrified girls sat in the dark for a long time until the power came back on. They tried to convince each other that it must have been some type of prank.
After a while, they agreed that they should return the tape immediately.
When they arrived at the location of the video store, it was gone. All they found was an abandoned building and an empty lot.
Two days later, all three of the girls were dead. The first girl was found floating in a swimming pool. Her body was burned beyond recognition. The charred remains of the second girl were discovered in the middle of a park and the third girl’s body was found in a furnace.
When the police were investigating the mysterious deaths, they thought it was a very strange coincidence that all three girls had burned to death on the same day. In each case, the police thought it had been spontaneous combustion, but the weirdest thing about it was that nothing around them had even been singed by the flames.
They found a trash can outside the house of one of the girls. It had been set on fire and was burned out.
Everything inside it was destroyed, except for a video tape, which had been inexplicably left untouched by the flames.
From the movie: THE RING
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A month ago, my girlfriend and I got engaged. We moved into a new apartment and began living together.
It was the first time either of us had shared an apartment, so it was a new experience for both of us. We were deeply in love. I knew she was the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and I thought she felt the same about me.

Everything went well until two weeks ago, when I noticed that my girlfriend was acting very strangely. She became so attached to me that it felt like she couldn’t stand being away from me for a moment.
One evening, she said to me, “Darling, when you’re not at home, I still feel you near me.”
I didn’t attach much importance to these words. I thought she was just being affectionate. However, a few days later, she told me something else.
“Whenever you’re at work,” she said, “I often hear your voice… As if you are calling my name.”
This began to happen more and more as the days went by and I started to get a little worried about her. One day, when I arrived home from work, I found her sitting silently at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the wall with a glazed look in her eyes. I grabbed a chair, sat down beside her and asked her what was the matter.
“I think there’s something wrong with me,” she murmured.

“Why do you think that?” I asked.
“I saw you today,” she said. “You walked from the kitchen into the bedroom and then you stood back to me, staring out the window.”
“But I was at work all day,” I said.
“I know,” she replied with a sigh.
That’s when I really began to worry. I suspected that my girlfriend was losing her mind and starting to have hallucinations.
Over the next few days, she kept telling me that she saw me in the apartment when I was at work. She could even describe exactly what I was wearing.
My girlfriend was also acting more and more strange. She was getting more and more quiet and she was terrified of being left alone. Sometimes, she would just sit there, silently staring at me.
Last night, my girlfriend was very tired and decided to go to bed early. I held her hand and sat on the edge of the bed as she was falling asleep.
Just before she nodded off, she said, “You’re not here.”
“Honey, I’m right here,” I replied. “Don’t worry. Everything is fine.”
“No, you’re not here,” she said. “You’re in the kitchen.”
Just then, I heard a dull noise coming from the kitchen. It sounded like a chair scraping across the linoleum. Then, I heard the sound of footsteps walking down the hallway. Fear gripped my heart. I didn’t know what to do.
All of a sudden, the handle on the bedroom door began to turn and the door slowly began to open. Maybe it’s just a draft, I thought as my eyes grew wide with fear. But it wasn’t a draft. The door swung open and I saw a man standing there in the doorway.
It was me.
It’s difficult to describe exactly what I saw. It was me… but at the same time, it wasn’t me. It was as if I was staring at myself in a mirror, but the other me had cold, lifeless eyes.
The other me looked at me for a moment, then turned and left, shutting the door behind him. It took me a moment to recover from the shock and then I sprang off the bed and ran after him.
The hallway was empty. I checked the kitchen, then the bathroom, but he was nowhere to be found. The other me simply vanished. It was terrifying.
And then, as I stood in the hallway, trying to figure out what had just happened, trying to calm myself down and convince myself that it was just a hallucination, I heard a faint voice coming from the kitchen.
It wasn’t my voice, it was the voice of my girlfriend.
“We are here to stay,” she said. “Forever.”
I realized that my girlfriend wasn’t in the kitchen. . She was lying in the bedroom, exactly where I had left her just seconds before. I was so frightened, I started trembling like a leaf.
I ran into the bedroom, grabbed my girlfriend and dragged her with me, out the front door. We left the apartment that very moment and spent the night in my parents’ house.
Tomorrow, we will go back to pick up our things. I still can’t understand what happened in that apartment, but neither of us can bear to spend another night there.
Hopefully, when we pick up our things, all will be well and no one will be there.