Hey guys, this is one of a few parts of posts, in preparation for the upcoming holiday. I would like some spooky stories, not necessarily whole ones, that you've come up with. Share them here and let us know what you think makes a staple spooky story!

I came up with this story on the spot when my friends were telling fireside stories in high school: it's not much, and I've forgotten the details, but it's the only original spooky story I've ever told! I'll call it "The Curse of the Manor."

A young man with no family inherited a manor house from his estranged great-grandfather. The place was on a hill surrounded by lonely moor, with a small farm attached and a village and church beneath. A strange, ferrety man greeted him and told him he'd been taking care of the house since his great-grandfather's death. The house was dark and quiet, empty except for the strange man and the many staring portraits of family ancestors hung in the front hall.

That night, the young man heard a step outside his bedroom. He sat up for many minutes, staring out the window, and thought he saw a figure pass by on the road. The sheep bleated in the night. Then the church bell rang midnight, and he went back to sleep.

The next day, the young man toured the estate. All was in order until he arrived at the sheep pen. One of the sheep lay dead, a cross of blood carved deep into its neck. The strange man seemed as surprised as the heir, and so, nervous as he was, the young man put it aside for now, resolving to investigate later.

At the same time the next day, the young man heard the same sounds. Taking a lantern, he left the house as the bell tolled midnight, heading for the sheep pen. In the darkness, he stumbled over something, and his hand plunged into a warm and sticky mass. It was a second sheep, dead as the first, and his hand was in the bloody cross on its neck. In horror, the young man ran back to the house.

The heir was growing suspicious of the strange man, and resolved to lie in wait for him tonight. In the great hall by the door, he paced at the eleventh hour, looking over the staring family portraits. Then he noticed something that made the hair stand up on the back of his neck. Hidden in the background of every portrait, from war heroes to Parliament members, was an animal, whether horse, lion, or sheep, dead with a bloody cross carved into its neck.

Suddenly the floorboards creaked, and the strange man entered the hall, holding the house keys. The young man lunged at him, grabbing the keys away. He must have taken a blow to the head, for he did not remember what happened next. He awoke in his bedroom, and went downstairs to find the strange man's body in the hall, a bloody cross carved into his neck. Paranoid, he hid the body, fearing that someone might think him a murderer, but he thanked God that his troubles were over. He slept that night as soundly as he had in some time.

The next day, he awoke to find another dead sheep with a bloody cross in its neck.

The young man hid in his house. He dared not go to the village, for fear of the strange man's body being discovered. Only in sleep did he find solace, for every night he slept like a log. Days passed, the house was empty, the portraits stared, and a sheep died every night. Soon there were three left; soon two; soon one.

At eleven that night, the young man knew he had to do something. The thing that was killing the sheep might come for him next, right before the midnight hour. So at last he left the house, making for the village beneath the hill.

As he walked, the young man felt cold shadows grow around him. The world seemed out of balance, and his mind swam. Something, he knew, was creeping up behind. The back of his neck prickled. Death was coming. It must.

At last the bell tolled midnight—praise God! It rang once, twice, thrice. Slowly, the young man's hand reached up to his throat.

Next morning, the villagers found him dead on the road, a bloody cross carved deep into his neck.

The End

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ok, I'll tell you one and this story is a true story and it happened last year when we were playing a game of dnd, spoilers for The Hidden Shrine of Tamochan

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