The Unfold Diaries is a channel devoted to the telling of scary stories, providing its viewers a fresh and unique selection of chilling tales. The channel promises to keep you on the edge of your seat with its spine-tingling tales, whether you're a lover of traditional horror or searching for something fresh and unexplored. Therefore, tune in to the Unfold Diaries and feel the chills run down your spine if you're in the mood for a good scare.
U are the most relaxed person explaining and telling these stories which that's u but no urgency and I am more of killer,stalker crazy stories u do y though.definity would crack my top 10 but such is Life
I don't think I've ever heard of a positive outcome when it comes to the random kid you don't talk to spontaneously invites you to a sleepover scenario. Kids are especially cruel in late elementary school & middle school, it's a recipe for disaster. As for that last story, man I had a haunted house as a kid. It was an interesting experience for sure, isolated to the attic. To tie it back to sleepovers, my friend in middle school from two houses down was where I'd do a lot of my sleepovers as a kid, always a good time. That was a sweet gig, his parents spoiled their kids. They had waterbeds, a trampoline, ridiculous stereos, all the video games, you name it. Besides the point, tying back into the haunted stuff, that kid definitely also experienced the hauntings on a few occasions when we hung out in my finished attic, since he came over quite often too. I had basically a lounge/game room up there, it was pretty awesome except for when I had the shit scared out of me randomly. On one occasion it seemed like whatever entity was trying to physically hurt me, that one freaked me out a bit more than normal.
So I kept listening anyway and it just got slower and slower and more lackluster and more boring… There's about 30 seconds of information that are worth listening to the rest is all fluff...
I wish the people that submit these stories could be fucking coherent in their writing. Tell me what's wrong with this statement: I'm 23 years old, spent most of my life in Canada which was about 20 years, and when I first moved there from the US, it was to go to college. None of that lines up with the rest of the story's details, people suck at writing and storytelling. Oh jeez, stupid CoD kid throwing temper tantrums at 3am. Miss me with that bullshit, you better believe I would be filing noise complaints on that shit instead of letting it happen like that entire building did. I had a disturbing walking home at night story once. The gist of it is Shadow Person at like 3am. I was convinced it was an actual person taking a late night walk on my dark street, even though I didn't see them turn onto said street while I was making my way towards it and despite there being a street light directly above that intersection as well as a clear line of sight. They were maybe 30-50ft ahead of me in the dark and I watched them walk for some time and distance, 150ft maybe. When they reached the edge of where the street light up ahead shown, they vanished into thin air before my eyes. If anyone wants the detailed version I can elaborate, but that's pretty much all you really need to know. Spooky stuff, can't explain it.
I guess I should count my blessings that I didn't have any traumatic or horrible sleepovers growing up, and I had my fair share of them. Though I did recall one "sleepover" in my twenties that kind of went sideways, but even then it wasn't all that bad. My best friend & I were going to spend the night at a mutual friends' place about 45 min away, the plan was to party so we figured it would be best to crash there and come back the next day. Aside from the three of us guys, there was his girlfriend and two of her hot friends, that's a solid ratio if you ask me. The night starts out pretty normal, there's a generous amount of drinking & smoking weed, everyone's having a good time. I'm assuming we were playing beer pong, because something went under the refrigerator, likely a pong ball. I've got the long skinny arms so I'm like I'll fish around under there for it, I take off my fancy looking Fossil watch and put it on the counter next to me. Within like five seconds I've got the ball out, but my watch is gone. Nobody saw nothing apparently, it just grew legs and walked off on it's own... But wait! A couple of minutes later, the GF just so happens to find it on the couch like 25-30ft across the living space. Hmm, curious how it got there of all places (clearly she took it). I let it slide but now I'm on my guard while the night continues on. More drinking, smoking, all the titties come out, good times but with the good come the bad. At some point, the friend & his gf go to the master bedroom for a good while and come back out completely different. Come to find out later that they were both shooting up heroin at the time, which would explain some odd behavior I'd been noticing recently, and definitely explains why that broad tried to steal my watch. This would be the catalyst, the beginning of the end of my long friendship with that guy, about a year and a half later he crossed the line and I cut ties completely. I hear he's been clean for awhile but I just don't give a fuck. It's been like 16 years. But hey, my buddy and I each had a pretty fun one night stand, so I can't say the night itself went too badly. To my knowledge those girls had no idea about the heroin either, and neither of us caught anything. Looking back on it, that was where I began to lose trust in the other guy until it got to the point it did over a year later where it devolved to me telling him I never want to talk to him again.
Story 3 never should have been spoken of nor emailed about he sees a family going out for their own adventure and he’s creeped out by that? Not so scary
