💰[$1,000] Tell us your spooky story 📚

[HanaCaraka]

When I came home late at night from drinking, my wife was waiting for me with a sullen face and without saying anything.

Stake : HanaCaraka

[TGGB]

“Night of the Cursed Reels”

It was Halloween night, and I was doing what I always do—spinning online slots in the dark. I used to go out with friends, hit parties, wear costumes. But that was before last year. Since then, I’ve preferred the silence. Just me, my computer, and the glow of the reels.

That night, a new game showed up in the casino lobby: Night of the Cursed Reels. I hadn’t seen it before but I figured they just released it while I grabbed my food from the front door. The title pulsed faintly red, like a heartbeat, and even though it wasn’t part of any promotion, something about it pulled me in.

I loaded $66.60 into my balance. Weird number, but it was the minimum for the “Witch’s Spin.” The game loaded slowly, as if it were breathing. The symbols were skulls, coffins, pumpkins, and eyes that seemed to follow my mouse.

At first, it was the usual rush. A few small wins, a couple of near misses. Then, after one spin, I heard something that made my stomach tighten.

“You’re doing well, Ethan.”

I froze. The voice came from my headphones. A woman’s voice, low and distorted, like it was playing through an old radio. The weird thing is, it used my name.

I laughed it off. Probably some creepy Halloween feature. Maybe the game pulled my profile info. 

I kept spinning. The music shifted—less of a soundtrack now, more like whispering. Then three skulls lined up. The jackpot meter started flashing like it was alive.

“Congratulations,” the voice said. “You’ve unlocked the final spin.”

The reels began to blur. They spun faster and faster until they were nothing but streaks of color. Then everything went black. My monitor reflected my face—pale, tired, unshaven. But behind my reflection, I thought I saw movement.

Someone was standing there.

I turned around, heart pounding. Nothing. The apartment was dead quiet.

When I looked back, the monitor wasn’t showing my reflection anymore. It was showing my room.

From a camera angle behind me.

I felt cold all over. The voice came again, softer this time.

“One more spin, Ethan. Or I’ll collect in person.”

I don’t know why, but I clicked. My hand moved before my brain did. The reels spun one last time, and as they slowed, the camera feed changed again. Now it was showing my face—except I wasn’t smiling, and the version on screen was.

Then everything went dark.

The next morning, the casino servers went down. My account—“Ethan_M”—was frozen with a final win of $6,660,000. I never withdrew it.

But sometimes, late at night, when I open Stake, I still see the game listed there.

Night of the Cursed Reels.

And underneath it, a new message blinks in red:

“Who wants to play one more spin?”

 

STAKE ID - TGGB

[facecat]

A father went to say good night to his seven year old son, very well knowing that if he didn’t his son would have trouble sleeping. It was a nightly routine between them. He entered the dimly lit room where his son waited under his blanket. With the first glance the father could tell there was something unusual about his son tonight, but couldn’t put his finger on it. He looked the same but had a grin that drew from ear to ear.

“You okay, buddy?” the father asked.

The son nodded, still with the grin, before saying, “Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.”

The father chuckled a bit before getting on his knees to check only to satisfy his son.

There, under the bed, pale and afraid, was his son. His real son. He whispered, “Daddy, there someone on my bed”

 

stake ID - facecatmm

[JazzminN]

when I saw Eddie's stream and his face for the first time in my life. - self-explanatory.

[Savitar1989]

 

🎃“The Phantom Spin”

It was Halloween night, and the Stake servers were unusually quiet — too quiet.

Most players were out celebrating, leaving only a few die-hard gamblers chasing one last multiplier before midnight.

 

Among them was Ethan, a long-time slot grinder known for his luck… and his losses.

He had a strange ritual every Halloween — he’d deposit $66.66, spin exactly 666 times, and stop right at midnight.

He claimed the ritual brought him fortune once, years ago — the night he hit a 20,000x on Wanted Dead or a Wild.

But this year felt… different.

The site flickered.

Chat messages froze mid-sentence.

And the moment the clock struck 11:59, his screen flashed:

“🎰 The Phantom Slot Awaits. One Spin Only.”

Ethan blinked. The background turned blood red.

There was no balance, no bet size, no RTP — just a single button glowing: SPIN.

Curiosity won over fear. He clicked.

The reels spun endlessly, symbols twisting into faces — twisted, ghostly faces of other players.

He recognized them — names from old Stake leaderboards who’d vanished years ago, their accounts deleted after “mysterious jackpots.”

The slot finally stopped.

Every reel showed the same word: COLLECTED.

A whisper came through his headphones:

“You’ve won, Ethan. But every win must be paid.”

His balance skyrocketed — 666,666.00 USDT.

He laughed, disbelieving — until his reflection on the monitor smiled back without him moving.

The next morning, the Stake moderators found a new account, automatically created at 00:00:

User: Phantom_Ethan

Last Seen: Online forever.

 

And every Halloween since, a mysterious slot appears for one lucky player —

 

“🎰 The Phantom Slot. One Spin Only.”

No one ever resists.

No one ever returns.

Stake ID: Savitar1989

[minho2410]

“The Reflection”

Emma was brushing her teeth late at night when she noticed her reflection… smiling back at her.

She froze.
She wasn’t smiling.

The reflection slowly lifted its hand and waved.
Then the bathroom light flickered — and the reflection stepped forward.

minho2410

[maurijns]

"La Última Cama"

Siempre he tenido problemas para conciliar el sueño. Por las noches, cualquier pequeño ruido me molesta, especialmente los que provienen del pasillo: un crujido, un susurro, el chirrido de una puerta.

Anoche, de nuevo, un rasguño me despertó. Pero no venía del pasillo. Venía de dentro de mi habitación. Me tensé, conteniendo la respiración, con el corazón latiéndome en los oídos. El sonido se detuvo.

Para tranquilizarme, encendí la linterna de mi móvil y barrí la oscuridad. La luz se detuvo en una nota adhesiva pegada al espejo, que juraría no estaba allí antes de acostarme. La arranqué con manos temblorosas.

Decía:

"Estoy cansado de compartir mi cama."

Y justo debajo de la nota, vi el reflejo de una mano pálida y esquelética, que no era la mía, y que se cerraba lentamente sobre mi hombro.

 

ID: Maurijns

[nanfeng6677]

ID：nanfeng677

 

 

On that Halloween night, the wind in Candy Town was colder than usual.

The jack-o'-lanterns on both sides of the street went out early, leaving only one solitary one flickering in front of the old clock tower. 

Ella walked step by step in the deserted alley, carrying an empty candy bag. "Trick or treat" - she had said it to the twelfth door, but no one responded. It seemed as if the town had been swallowed up by something. 

Just as she was about to go home, the pumpkin lantern flickered and lit up with a "pop".

Inside the light, a black hand - reached out. 

With a gentle flick of the hand, the sound of the candy wrappers rang out in the air. Colorful candies floated, emitting a strange light.

"Would you like one, little girl?"

The voice was soft, yet seemed to come from the bottom of a well. 

Ella hesitated and picked up a candy, gently putting it in her mouth. At that moment, she saw the entire town - every house, every lamp, every pumpkin - all turned into candy. And she herself slowly melted into the sweet and sticky night. 

The next morning, people found a new pumpkin lantern on the streets of Candy Town.

The wick was a candy that shone with colorful light.

Some said that the lantern would light up every Halloween night, only to search for -

Children who still believed in "trick or treat".

[riru]

“The Pumpkin on Maple Street”

Every Halloween, a single pumpkin appeared on the porch of the old Miller house.
No one lived there—hadn’t for years—but every October 31st, right at dusk, the pumpkin glowed with a warm orange light.

This year, curious twelve-year-old Ellie decided to wait and see who put it there.
She hid behind the fence as the sun slipped away.

At exactly seven o’clock, a small figure walked up the steps—a boy in tattered clothes, pale as moonlight.
He placed the pumpkin gently on the porch, lit it with a candle, and whispered,
“Happy Halloween, Mom.”

Then he faded, like smoke on the wind.

When Ellie ran to the porch, she saw the pumpkin’s carved face smiling softly…
and inside, instead of a candle, a tiny heart-shaped flame flickered in the dark. 🕯️

stake: rirure

[Nitin8547]

Tina bought an old miror from the market. That nite, she noticed her refletion smiled before she did. Next day, her face looked paler, eyes sunken like someone else was staring back. At midnite, the refletion winked and steped out, leaving Tina trapped in the cold, glasy world behind the glass, forever

Nitin8547

[Myrakimjanvier]

When I was 10 years old ones trick or treating with one friend that lived across from us with her granny, I was a few doors down from my home and as we was leaving the house after getting candy  all of a sudden we could hear a bunch of cries slithering university is going towards the cemetery that wasn’t far from the crescent we lived on. I turn to ask my friend if she heard what I heard but she was already booking it to her house so I ran home as fast as I could. So I didn’t get much candy that Halloween 😞

[kodomusk]

I downloaded a “sleep sounds” app to help me rest, and it worked great… until last night when it whispered, “Goodnight, eddie” — my name isn’t eddie. Then it asked, “Should I turn off the lights for you?” and the lights actually went off. I deleted the app, but somehow… it just texted me “sweet dreams.” 

 

Kodomusk

[L_U_D_I_C]

Как то вечером, укладывая брусчатку на кладбище, нас двоих забыли забрать на базу, мой товарищ пошёл пешком на базу, сказать чтобы забрали инструмент. В то время я оставался на кладбище, охранял инструмент, на улице уже темнело, вижу на соседней могиле сидит бабушка, думал пришла проведать могилу, смотрю едет машина нас забирать, собрали все инструменты в машину, смотрю а бабушки уже нет, подошёл поближе, а на надгробие её фотка. Сели быстрее в машину и уехали, после чего перестал ездить на кладбище, перевёлся на изготовление брусчатки😎

Ludic999

[matty1wnl]

THIS IS BASED ON A TRUE STORY. 

I totally understand if you DO NOT believe me. 

Once upon a time, when I was about 12 or 13 years old, I was out trick-or-treating. This was the first time my parents let me go alone with my friends and no adults with us. 

The day started with my mom dropping me off at my friend Karim's house, where we were supposed to sleep over after trick-or-treating. We arrive and go into their house; my mom and I go into Karim's house, where I go to his room and our moms are catching up. 
We were super excited, so we ended up putting on our costumes and leaving early. We literally started trick-or-treating at like 3 PM, A couple of hours go by, a few more of our friends join us at this point, and we continue.  All of us live in the same neighborhood, so we had this plan where we all take a garbage bag; once all garbage bags are full, we drop them off at someone's house and get new garbage bags and do the same until all 4 of our houses have 4 bags full of candy in them. 

The first 2 rotations were done. My house and Karim's house remain, the plan was we go to my house next so we can get the last rotation of bags, go to Karim's, and all sleep there anyway. 

Jacob (one of the friends) then says he knows about a haunted house in the neighborhood. (Like a house setup where they try to scare you, not like haunted with ghosts.) We were all down, so we went. It was absolutely terrifying. There was a bit that scared me the most. We were stuck in a room with a coffin in the middle of it. And theres someone inside knocking, Karim opens the coffin... And nothing, its empty, I still dont know how it was knocking. But then after we openend it, the door I was standing next to started knocking. When I went to open it, it was a guy wearing a clown mask right in my face, I got so scared, and started crying. 

We eventually got through it and got out, and it was fully dark out. We got our bags and started going at. We were youngings with a mission at the end of the day. We go for a bit and the bags are starting to fill up. My house is next, and I'm supposed to be really excited, but I have this really bad feeling in my gut, and I keep thinking about the knocking from the haunted house; I just felt off. We fill the bags and start heading to my house. Now mind you when I go home I just enter, I dont knock or ring the bell, I just walk in. 

So me and all my friends go into my house, and the lights are off. I was kind of weirded out because my parents would usually always just be in the living room, which is right there in front of the front door. We drop the bags off in the kitchen and notice that no one is there either. I tell my friends to chill and get a drink or something while I go upstairs to check if their there. 

As I am walking upstairs I start hearing the knocking again, it sounded so real. Every step I took up was synced with a knock, and it kept getting louder and louder and louder, so I start having a bit of a panic attack, and im just slowely going up the stairs. Once I got up I realized the noise wasnt in my head, it was real. 

I was hearing the knocking in my house, and it was coming out of my parents' room. All I can think about is the clown as I start tearing up walking up the door, it got so loud once I was behind the door. 
It sounded exactly like the coffin. 

I open the door fast, and there it was. 
My parents aboslutely fucking eachothers brains out.  Truly a scary scene, and permanent fear. 

StakeID- Matty1wnl

[mzest]

🎃 “The Scarecrow Who Remembered”

 

Every October, the farmers of Briar Hollow built their scarecrows and set them high above the cornfields. Most were crooked things—patched jackets, broken brooms, grins made of straw—but one scarecrow stood out.

 

Old Eli’s Scarecrow.

 

He built it every year, always the same way: a burlap face stitched with neat black thread, eyes made from smooth river stones, and a crooked hat that never seemed to age. He called it Jonah. Said it was lucky.

 

But one Halloween, Eli didn’t come to the harvest festival. The next morning, his field was empty—his boots still on the porch, his lantern still burning low. And in the middle of the cornrows, where Jonah once stood, there was nothing but a pile of straw and a pair of river stones staring up at the gray sky.

 

The neighbors rebuilt the scarecrow out of respect.

The next day, it turned to face the village.

 

By the end of the week, it had moved again—closer.

By Halloween night, Jonah stood at the edge of the road, hat tilted, straw hand outstretched as if waiting for something… or someone.

 

They say that if you walk through Briar Hollow on Halloween, you can still hear the rustle of straw behind you, keeping pace. And if you turn around, you might catch a glimpse of a figure in the fog—hat low, eyes shining like river stones—watching, remembering, waiting.

 

Because some scarecrows don’t forget the hands that made them.

And some harvests don’t stay buried. 🌾🕯️

 

 

Stake ID: mzest

[blandseek]

A Ghosted Room Boarding House

This happen when I was in high school.  That day I don't have a class and I was in the first floor talking with other boardmates. Its already almost 6pm that I decided to go upstairs to turn on the lights when i noticed my boardmate walking towards its room. The switch of the lights was also in the hallway. I thought I should not turn it on and wanna scare him. I really saw it on my two eyes that he entered in his room and immediately follow him. When i open the door, there's no one inside. I ran downstairs and saw the person i thought entering his room was sitting in the couch in the first floor. I told the other boardmates about it and they also experience that there's ghost copying in that particular room. 

bebemoko

[Cortex]

STATUE

A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was Okay, but the babysitter had one final request... she asked if she could cover up the clown statue in the corner of the bedroom with a blanket or cloth because it freaked her out. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of the house... we will call the police. We do not have a clown statue."

 

alexiaminor

[catmania]

Anyone who keeps a cat has probably seen it at least once: a cat staring intently into nothingness.

This is due to their excellent hearing and sense of smell, and it's possible that they react to smells that humans don't notice.

I'd been living alone since university, and was worried about moving, so I decided to get a pet.

The apartment I was living in was 30 years old and quite old, and the interior was far from nice.

My landlord said that given the condition of the room, I could keep any pet I wanted, so I decided to get a cat.

The reason I chose a cat was because, when I moved into the apartment, I saw a man who seemed to have lived there before leaving the room with a cat in his arms.

I thought it was simply cute, and since I already had a cat, it seemed like the room would be a good fit for a cat, so I simply thought.

I immediately went to the animal shelter and brought home a cat.

It was a kitten about three months old, and from the day I brought it home, it had been staring intently up into the air.

When I looked in the direction the kitten was looking, there was nothing in particular.

But the kitten would often just stare intently at that spot.

After a few days of this, I realized I hadn't gone around to say hello to the neighbors, so I quickly bought a towel set and went around to say hello.

Fortunately, I didn't meet anyone strange, and one old lady even laughed and said, "Oh, it's a man this time," and gave me some sweets in return.

Relieved that I would be able to live here for a long time, I returned to my room, and sure enough, the kitten was staring intently up.

A week later. A delivery came to my house.

I had no idea who it was, so I looked at the recipient's name and saw a woman's name written on it.

I told the delivery person that it probably belonged to the previous resident, and they looked a little confused as they took the delivery and left.

When I returned to my room, the kitten was still staring intently up.

A few weeks later.

The police came to my house.

It seemed they were searching for a missing person.

They showed me a photo of a woman I had never seen before.

When I returned to the room, the kitten was staring up.

 

Stake: catmania

[Khaly]

Stake id: Khalyblaq

[cobra3]

A little boy ran out of his house as he heard rumbling in the basement.
He was home alone so he got scared. When he returned back in the house it turned out bear sneaked in his basement while he was asleep and rumbled through the house, luckily he didnt get hurt and the bear wandered off. 

stake: cobra3

[Gametame]

The Sweetest Silence of Willow Creek

Halloween in Willow Creek was a sugar-fueled frenzy, especially around the old Blackwood house. Its new, mysterious owner, Mr. Silas, gave out the most beautiful lollipops anyone had ever seen: huge, swirled with impossible colors, and each bearing a tiny, unsettling silver spider web design. They smelled faintly of burnt sugar and old pennies.

Kids snatched them greedily, unwrapping them with delight. But as the night wore on, parents noticed a chilling pattern: children were disappearing. Not just disappearing, but vanishing mid-lick. Their trick-or-treat bags remained, often with a half-eaten, spiderweb-adorned lollipop nearby, dropped as if in an instant.

Sheriff Brody was baffled. No struggles, no forced entries. Just an eerie, sudden absence. He visited Mr. Silas, whose house still glowed with spooky decorations, though silent now. The door creaked open, revealing Mr. Silas, impossibly thin, with unsettlingly dark eyes. He sat with an empty, ornate wooden bowl in his lap.

"The children," Brody began, "they're gone. And your lollipops..."

Mr. Silas smiled, a slow, ancient spread of pointed teeth. On his finger, an intricate silver spider web ring glinted – identical to the lollipop design. "Indeed, Sheriff," he rasped, "they were quite delicious."

He tapped the wooden bowl. Faint, almost invisible silver spider web patterns shimmered within the dark wood, and for a terrifying moment, Brody swore he heard faint, childish giggles echoing from deep within.

"Some candies aren't just for eating," Mr. Silas purred, his black eyes fixed on Brody. "Some... are for collecting."

Brody backed away, his blood turning cold. He knew then that the children hadn't just vanished; they had become part of Mr. Silas's ultimate collection, absorbed by his dark magic. As he stumbled out into the fog, the last thing he heard from the Blackwood house was the faint, satisfied clink of another lollipop wrapper, and a child's excited giggle that abruptly faded into chilling silence.

Willow Creek never celebrated Halloween the same way again. And sometimes, on a quiet night, the sweet, metallic scent of those deadly lollipops still drifted from the empty Blackwood place, a whisper of the children who became the sweetest silence.

stake username: JW73

[archangelas]

 👻🎃

“The Last Pumpkin”

On Halloween night, every doorstep on Maple Street had a glowing pumpkin—except old Mrs. Wren’s.

When kids dared each other to knock, her door creaked open before they could. “No pumpkin?” one boy asked.

Mrs. Wren smiled, her eyes gleaming. “Oh, I have one,” she whispered. “It’s just not carved yet.”

Behind her, in the dim candlelight, they saw rows of jack-o’-lanterns—each one grinning with teeth shaped exactly like someone from the neighborhood.

And one pumpkin… was still blank.

Stake ID : archangelas

Edited October 28, 2025 by archangelas

[mrtran]

Title: The Lantern That Never Went Out 🎃

On the edge of Hollow Creek stood a crooked house no one dared to visit. Every Halloween night, a single lantern glowed in its window—bright orange, steady, never flickering.
Legend said the lantern belonged to Old Marlowe, the village lantern maker who vanished fifty years ago. He was known for crafting lights that never died, powered not by oil, but by something... else.
This Halloween, curious twelve-year-old Clara decided to see the truth. She crept through the mist, her flashlight trembling. Inside, dust floated like ghosts. The air smelled of candle wax and rust.
Then she saw it—the lantern, still burning, its glass warm and pulsing like a heartbeat. On the table beside it lay a note:
“To keep the flame alive, one must feed it light.”
Her flashlight dimmed. The beam stretched toward the lantern as if pulled by invisible hands. In seconds, her light was gone—and the lantern burned brighter.
Clara’s reflection appeared inside the glass, wide-eyed and silent. And from that night on, the lantern shone a little warmer, a little stronger—because it had a new light within.
Every Halloween since, villagers say they see two shadows in the window now. One old. One young. Both watching.

Stake ID: mrtran

Edited October 28, 2025 by mrtran

[ruhelapremsukh]

On Hallween, Sam herd strange nioses from the attik. He tiptoed up, clutching his torch tight. Old toy chests shook, and silvery figures floated round. "Who are yu?" he asked, shivvering. "We are memories you forgot," whispered the ghosts, their eyes sparkling sadly. Sam ran down so fast, he triped, but knew he'd never ceep secrets up there agian.

ruhelapremsukh 

[Shake182]

🎰 The Roulette of Oblivion

On the outskirts of Las Vegas, hidden among dunes and dimmed neon lights, there was a casino that appeared on no map: The Oblivion. Its façade was elegant but faded, as if time itself had forgotten it. It only opened its doors at midnight, and only to those who had lost something important… though they didn’t always know what.

One Halloween night, a young man named Elias arrived seeking fortune. Inside, the air was thick, heavy with secrets. Slot machines whispered names. The roulette spun on its own. The dealers had no faces—only golden masks with frozen smiles.

Elias sat at a blackjack table. The stakes: his memories. Each card he received erased a piece of his past. First his first love, then his mother’s face, then his own name. But he kept winning. Black chips with strange symbols piled up in front of him.

When he reached the roulette, a woman in velvet purple invited him to spin. “If it lands on 13, you’ll get everything back. If not… you’ll stay here.” Elias spun. The wheel turned. And turned. And turned.

It never stopped.

They say Elias is now part of the casino. Sometimes he appears in the bathroom mirrors, or on the slot machine screens, staring with empty eyes. The Oblivion remains open, waiting for those who have something to lose… and don’t know how much.

 

 

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