💰[$1,000] Tell us your spooky story 📚

[tiantiantian]

The Eyes Beneath the Table

Emily found an old gambling table in a crumbling mansion’s dining room.
When she rolled the dice, an eye blinked beneath the wood.
That night, she dreamed she was a die, endlessly tossed by unseen hands.
When she awoke, only one die sat on the table —
it showed six, and on its white surface was her own eye staring back.

stake id:tiantiantian

[vekiye]

It was the night of October 31st, not late enough for midnight spirits, but late enough for the city to feel abandoned—around 10:45 PM. I was waiting for the subway on the uptown platform. The station was nearly deserted, just the screech of the occasional phantom train in the tunnels and the hiss of the old fluorescent lights.

A few yards down the platform, a man sat on one of the benches. He wasn't dressed up; he wore a plain, dark overcoat, and he was staring intently at the tracks. Nothing odd about that, except for one detail that immediately made the hairs on my neck prickle: he was wearing massive, over-the-ear headphones, but the music coming from them was clearly audible.

It wasn't rock or pop; it was a recording of a crowd screaming.

It was a full, panicked, throbbing sound—hundreds of voices, raw with terror. It faded in and out with the rhythm of some internal loop, but it was impossible to ignore in the silence of the station.

I pulled out my phone, pretending to be busy, but my eyes kept flicking back to him. He was completely still, his hands resting on his knees, just listening to the terror in his ears. He wasn't swaying, tapping his foot, or reacting in any way. He was simply absorbing the sound.

When the train finally rumbled into the station, the doors opened right in front of him. I decided to walk to the next car down, just to keep distance.

As I walked past, his train car opened, and I instinctively glanced at the seat where he was about to sit. That's when I saw something horrifyingly small and disturbing on the seat, which the man, still staring blankly ahead, didn't seem to notice.

It was a child’s sock—a bright red one with a small, embroidered smiling pumpkin face. It was completely pristine, not a speck of subway grime on it, as if it had just been placed there.

The man stepped onto the train, still immersed in his headphones and the dreadful, screaming loop. He sat down directly over the red sock without a second look.

I quickly entered the next car. My heart was pounding, and the image of the silent man, the loud, panicked screams, and that tiny, unsettling sock fused into a perfect moment of raw dread.

Who was he? Why was he listening to that? And why was that sock there?

I glanced through the window separating the cars. The man remained exactly as he was, staring forward, the faint, sickening sound of the screaming still barely audible even over the train noise.

And then, as the train pulled away from the station and into the black tunnel, the man slowly reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a second sock—identical to the first. He slowly, deliberately, and with an entirely blank expression, slipped it onto his right hand like a grotesque puppet and rested his hand back on his knee.

He never looked up. He never looked at me. He just sat there, facing forward, one tiny red pumpkin sock puppet on his hand, listening to the screams.

I got off at the very next stop and hailed an expensive cab home, choosing to wait out the rest of the night on a well-lit corner. The horror wasn't the supernatural, but the cold, inexplicable feeling that I had just witnessed a moment of pure, private madness that had been quietly dropped into the middle of my everyday life.

 

Happy Halloween 👻 👻 👻 👻 🎃 🎃 

Stake id:   vembo

[400mama]

At midnight, the carnival lay silent — except for one lit booth.
A jester invited you to play a game for your life.
“Losers,” he said, “become the next dealer.”
You laughed and tossed your chip —
only to see it was one of your teeth.
By morning, the carnival still turned its wheels…
but the jester’s face had changed — into yours.

 

stake id:gs400ma

[solange18]

La vieja casa en la colina siempre había sido un misterio. Nadie se atrevía a acercarse después del anochecer, se decía que albergaba algo antiguo y malvado. Una noche de Halloween, un grupo de amigos valientes decidió desafiar los rumores. Entraron, las tablas del suelo crujían bajo sus pies y un frío gelido les erizaba la piel.

Llegaron a una habitación en el centro, donde encontraron una vieja calabaza tallada con un símbolo extraño, un círculo que brillaba con una luz tenue. Uno de ellos, el más escéptico, se burló y la tocó. En ese instante, la luz parpadeó y un sonido gutural llenó la habitación. Las sombras de las esquinas comenzaron a alargarse, transformándose en garras afiladas y ojos amarillentos. El aire se volvió pesado, la piel del escéptico se llenó de horribles marcas y sus ojos se volvieron negros. Su risa se transformó en un grito desgarrador, una burla malévola que no parecía suya.

Los otros amigos, petrificados por el terror, intentaron escapar, pero las puertas se cerraron de golpe. El que había tocado la calabaza, ahora con una sonrisa antinatural, se abalanzó sobre ellos, sus ojos vacíos reflejaban una oscuridad infinita. No eran sus ojos, eran los de otra cosa, una entidad que había estado esperando en la oscuridad. Desde esa noche, la vieja casa en la colina está en silencio. Pero a veces, en noches de luna llena, se escucha una risa que no es humana, y el brillo de un círculo de luz parpadea en la ventana central, atrayendo a nuevas víctimas.

 

 

ID de participación: Karen1816

[gsgshua]

The Time Gambler

An old man wagered with a young boy: “If I win, you’ll grow old.”
The boy smirked. “I’ve got all the time in the world.”
The hourglass flipped, sand ran out.
When the boy looked in the mirror — his hair was snow-white.
The old man rose, his mask cracked — revealing the boy’s former face.

 

stake id:gsgshua

[hikaru kuroda]

At the end of October, the city where you feel cold is a small town that is bustling with Halloween, but people gather in this season, and there is an urban legend in this town! This town will be lucky if you dress up on Halloween, but in the urban legend, there were several male and female college students who spent Halloween here a few years ago, the story that these college students make their dreams come true, but the truth that people in this city know is different, that story Let's talk a little. In a village of about 100 people with nothing, students from the city were camping and dressing up in the outskirts of town. Young people in the town went to talk to them out of curiosity and borrowed Halloween costumes to surprise everyone in the town. It is said that the light I stopped in front of a house in a dimly lit town. This is my uncle's house. One boy said to surprise him with this outfit. Let's go with a drink in one hand. I'm sure he'll jump and be surprised. While saying that, the key that opened the door quietly. I didn't get it, I heard a voice from inside, okay, are you all ready? When I said let's go, I rushed inside, and then my aunt, who panicked, threw the knife she was holding... Auntie, it's me, lol, aunt, who was quiet as if time had already stopped, I'm really going to become a ghost👻,, ,

 

🆔eieito

Edited October 29, 2025 by hikaru kuroda

[MrRoundtree]

On a stormy Halloween night, the neon lights of the Stake Casino flickered like ghostly candles. Players from all over the world logged in for the mysterious “Midnight Spins” — a one-night-only event that promised unimaginable rewards.

But no one knew who was truly behind it...

Eddie, the ever-smiling host of Stake.com, greeted everyone with his trademark charm. Yet something about him felt off that night. His grin was wider, his eyes glowed a molten gold, and the shadows behind him twisted into shapes that didn’t belong to this world — horns, claws, and fanged smiles.

“Spin the wheel,” Eddie whispered, his voice echoing like a chant, “and maybe… you’ll win more than you wished for.”

With each spin, strange whispers filled the air — ghostly murmurs that seemed to crawl through the players’ headphones. Some claimed their screens flickered with demonic faces, carved like sinister pumpkins, whispering “Eddie’s Deal…” And those who spun too often? Their usernames vanished from the leaderboards — gone without a trace.

By dawn, the event was over. The casino fell silent. The winners were rich, but Eddie was gone. All that remained was a single slot machine, its screen flickering with an eerie glow:

💀 “Play Again?” 💀

And every Halloween since, when the moon turns orange and the clock strikes midnight, the machine returns…
and somewhere in the static, Eddie laughs.


Stake ID: ZottiderSotti

[benbinbin]

The wind in the graveyard whispered his name.
That night, he saw his father’s shadow sitting by the tombstone, playing cards.
“Beat me, and I’ll rise again,” his father said with a grin.
He played desperately — and won every round.
Then the ground began to stir; his father’s corpse stood up from the soil.
But his own hands had begun to rot away.

stake id:benbinbin

[Olejas]

 

It was almost midnight when Mia checked into the old Maplewood Hotel. The place smelled of dust and rain, and the man at the front desk smiled too much when he handed her the key.
“Room 313,” he said. “You’re our only guest tonight.”

Mia laughed nervously. The hallway lights flickered as she walked to her room. The carpet felt damp under her shoes. Inside, the room was cold, though the heater was on. She turned off the light and lay down, trying to sleep.

Then she heard it — a whisper.
Soft at first.
Right beside her ear.
“Don’t look under the bed…”

Her heart froze. She stayed still, listening. Silence. She forced herself to peek — the space under the bed was empty.

Relieved, she lay back — and saw a pale face grinning from the ceiling above her.

 

Stake ID popop0989

[tarou358]

Halloween Poker Story

My name is Taro. I'm a solitary poker player. I've been in Vegas for three months, and I've managed to increase my funds nicely through cash games, giving me some breathing room. Yesterday, I won so much that the hotel offered me VIP treatment, probably trying to squeeze more money out of me. I accepted, figuring that keeping the casino happy was part of the job. They won't be able to use me as their cash cow! I'll squeeze them and the other players dry today!! Just as I was thinking that, there was a sudden knock on my door. (Who is it?) I wondered, but I opened the door anyway. Standing there was a girl in a black dress with small, black, bat-like wings. As soon as she saw me, she gave me a friendly look and asked, "Trick or treat!!" At first, I didn't understand what she was saying, but then I remembered it was Halloween. But why was this girl on the VIP-only floor of the hotel? Taro was confused. Then the girl started repeating, "Trick or treat!! Trick or treat!!" But Taro didn't have any candy. Then, suddenly, his smartphone alarm went off. It was the time for the cash game he'd promised to play with the wealthy Arab businessman he'd played with yesterday. "I'm sorry, I have an appointment, so I have to go..." Taro said, but the girl blocked his path, spreading her arms and repeating, "Trick or treat!!" What should I do...? he wondered, but he hardened his heart and forcefully left. He pushed past the girl who was chasing after him and forcibly got on the elevator that was stopped on the floor, heading to the casino floor.
He managed to arrive just in time for his appointment, and there were the players he'd played with in the cash game yesterday. Shortly after, the main guest, the wealthy Arab businessman, arrived. As soon as the Arab billionaire met Taro, he placed his hand on Taro's shoulder and said with a smile, but with a hint of resentment in his voice, "You got me yesterday. You're really good. But today, I'm going to win." Taro replied with a smile, "I was just lucky." But inside, he was thinking, (This fish! I'm going to hunt him down again today!!) As soon as they sat down at the table, the billionaire started with an aggressive raising bet. Exactly the same as yesterday. But Taro's hand was pocket Aces. (I've got it again today!) With that feeling, he triple re-raised, and the other players immediately folded. But the billionaire demanded an all-in. Taro snap-called. The opponent's hand was pocket threes. The billionaire's face turned pale. He was truly a fish. Just as Taro was thinking that, a three-of-a-kind was completed on the river. The billionaire rejoiced and started taunting Taro. "Wow, that was really lucky!! You were really lucky yesterday, maybe you used up all your luck yesterday?" And then he started laughing loudly. Taro was about to explode with anger at the irritating face and cheap taunts. But knowing that would be exactly what the opponent wanted, he praised him, "Nice hand! You're really lucky!" Taro felt something wasn't right today and tried to leave the table after losing all his chips. Then, the billionaire said to Taro, "Are you leaving already? The game has just begun!" "I have a feeling today isn't a good day." The image of the girl he had just left behind flashed through Taro's mind. Then, the billionaire said, "Did you run out of money? Or are you feeling anxious?" Before Taro could answer, the billionaire pushed the chips he had just won from the all-in bet back to Taro. "How about this? Let's start over. The previous game wasn't fair. I'd like to play against you more."
When Taro confirmed, "Are you sure?", the wealthy man asked again, with a displeased expression, "I said it's fine, so it's fine, right?! Or do you not want to?" Taro, feeling grateful for his willingness and the opportunity to recoup his losses, sat down at the table again.
Then, the wealthy man, as a promise, made the following proposals:
① The game must not end until I say it's okay or until I leave the table.
② Even if you run out of funds, I will lend you money. However, you must absolutely repay the amount you can repay immediately. I won't collect the excess amount in the worst-case scenario.
Taro, who had no intention of losing after the previous unfortunate incident, readily agreed and started the game. However, even when he got a good hand, even a nut hand by the turn, his opponent consistently beat him on the river, causing him to lose chips rapidly until he finally lost everything and had to borrow money from the wealthy man on the spot. "It's just bad luck. I should be able to win next time..." Thinking that, Taro continued to play. Trying to recoup his losses, he used bluffs appropriately and attacked aggressively, but only then did his opponent have a nut hand... "What's wrong, Taro? Have you really run out of luck? Or were you actually unskilled from the beginning?" The wealthy man questioned Taro, who was losing repeatedly, as if mocking him. An impulse of irritation... Against that impulse, Taro again requested a loan from the wealthy man for the entire amount of chips he could currently afford. Then, the wealthy man suggested, "Wouldn't it be better to stop?", but Taro didn't accept the suggestion and requested the loan, which the wealthy man agreed to.
(I'll definitely get it back) With that vow, Taro received a hand of Aces. While the other players checked, Taro, unusually driven by emotion, went all-in. The wealthy man called the all-in. Looking at his hand, it was a 96 offsuit. Not a hand you should go all-in with...
It was a whimsical all-in bet by the wealthy man who felt sorry for Taro's extreme bad luck. Taro was almost certain of victory, but the community cards revealed → 99666
The sheer string of bad luck and the timing of the final all-in bet, going from a full house to four of a kind... "This is cheating!! You're all in on it!!" Taro shouted, and started to rampage. The security guards, called by the dealer who pressed the emergency button, apprehended Taro.
From a distance, the girl in the black dress watched the scene with a faint smile on her face...

🆔tarou358

[keithfollower]

I moved to Hollow Creek last October — a quiet little town that takes Halloween very seriously. Everyone puts a lantern on their porch that night.When I asked my neighbor why, she just said, “So he knows you’re not one of his.”I laughed it off and didn’t bother with a lantern. But around midnight, the power went out. The whole street went dark — except for one light moving slowly between the houses.It wasn’t a flashlight. It was an old lantern, glowing green.The figure carrying it stopped at my gate and whispered,“Whose light is missing?”I shut the curtains and didn’t move.In the morning, there were wet footprints on my porch. Bare feet.This year, my lantern’s already lit.

stake Id :   keithfollower

[KingYogi]

Some boys and girls were at a party one night. There was a graveyard down the street, and they were talking about how scary it was. "Don't ever stand on a grave after dark", one of the boys said. "The person inside will grab you. He'll pull you under."

"That's not true," one of the girls said. "It's just a superstition." "I'll give you a dollar if you stand on a grave," said the boy. "A grave doesn't scare me," said the girl. "I'll do it right now." The boy handed her his knife. "Stick this knife in one of the graves," he said. "Then we'll know you were there."

The graveyard was filled with shadows and was as quiet as death. "There is nothing to be scared of," the girl told herself, but she was scared anyway. She picked out a grave and stood on it. Then quickly she bent over and plunged the knife into the soil. and started to leave. But she couldn't get away. Something was holding her back! She tried a second time to leave, but she couldn't move. She was filled with terror. "Something has got me!" she screamed, and she fell to the ground.

When she didn't come back, the others went to look for her. They found her body sprawled across the grave. Without realizing it, she had plunged the knife through her skirt and had pinned it to the ground. It was only the knife that had held her. She had died of fright.

Wager99

[hwei220]

The Witch’s Dice

A witch challenged a traveler: “Win, and you’ll gain immortality.”
The dice rolled — sounding like heartbeats.
They stopped. The traveler smiled; he had won.
The witch smiled too. “I said immortality,” she whispered,
“but never said you’d remain human.”
The traveler screamed as his skin hardened into scales —
an eternal serpent, doomed to crawl the graveyard forever.

stake id:hwei220

[ebakano]

[ihugboobs]

A boy was digging at the edge of the garden when he saw a big toe. He tried to pick it up, but it was stuck to something. So he gave it a good hard jerk, and it came off in his hand. Then he heard something groan and scamper away.

The boy took the toe into the kitchen and showed it to his mother. “It looks nice and plump,” she said. “I’ll put it into the soup, and we’ll have it for supper.” That night his father carved the toe into three pieces, and they each had a piece. Then they did the dishes, and when it got dark they went to bed.

They boy feel asleep almost at once. But in the middle of the night, a sound awakened him. It was something out in the street. It was a voice, and it was calling to him. “Where is my toe?” it groaned. When the boy heard that, he got very scared. But he thought, “It doesn’t know where I am. It never will find me.” Then he heard the voice once more. Only now it was closer. “Where is my toe?” it groaned. The boy pulled the blankets over his head and closed his eyes. “I’ll go to sleep,” he thought. “When I wake up it will be gone.”

But soon he heard the back door open, and again he heard the voice. “Where is my toe?” it groaned. Then the boy heard footsteps move through the kitchen into the dining room, into the living room, into the front hall. Then slowly they climbed the stairs. Closer and closer they came. Soon they were in the upstairs hall. Now they were outside his door. “Where is my toe?” the voice groaned. His door opened. Shaking with fear, he listened as the footsteps slowly moved through the dark toward his bed. Then they stopped. “Where is my toe?” the voice groaned.

“You got it!“

ihugboobs

[旺财WinGo]

In the fog-choked streets of London, a man heard laughter at a street corner.
A cloaked figure invited him to gamble — the wager: his shadow.
The man won.
But when he turned back under the lamplight — there was no shadow at all.
He looked down — the shadow was still there,
only now… it belonged to someone else.

stake id:旺财WinGo

[Papytromblon]

THIS IS A REAL STORY NOT A JOKE

 

During all my life, I saw a girl grow up and we were friend but not pretty close, I'm 7 years older than her, and recently I discovered that she has a gift, she can see spirits, and see moments of life in everyone, I have a secret that can destroy my whole family since I'm 8, and I've NEVER told to anybody what was it, during a discussion of 5 minutes, she discribe me EVERYTHING of that moment that change my life like she was there but I told her nothing, and now, we talk sometimes, but this moment change my way to see how the world is.

 

Papytromblon

Edited October 29, 2025 by Papytromblon

[Raohiteshg]

*The Whispering Room**

 

Mara had always loved old houses, so when she found a crumbling Victorian mansion listed for almost nothing, she bought it without hesitation. The locals warned her that no one had lived there long — something about *voices at night*. She laughed it off as superstition.

 

The first night, the house was silent except for the wind pressing against the windows. But around 3:00 a.m., she woke to a faint whisper.

 

> “Who’s in my room…?”

 

Her heart jumped. She sat up, listening. The whisper came again — closer this time, near her ear.

 

> “You shouldn’t be here.”

 

She turned on the bedside lamp. Empty room. The door was closed.

 

The next morning, she told herself it was just a dream. But when she went to make coffee, she saw words scrawled into the dust on the kitchen counter:

 

> “LEAVE.”

 

Mara froze. She wiped it away, trying to laugh — but her handprint smeared through fresh dust, like someone had written it only seconds ago.

 

That night, she recorded her room with her phone before going to sleep. At 3:00 a.m., the whisper came again.

 

> “I told you to leave.”

 

She hid under the blanket, trembling. The whisper grew angrier, closer — until she felt a cold hand grip her ankle and yank. She screamed.

 

When she looked at the phone the next morning, the video was still recording — but the screen was black. The last sound before it cut off was a whisper, not from the speaker but from right behind the camera:

 

> “Now it’s my turn to stay.”

 

The police later found the phone on the bed. Mara was gone.

The house is for sale again. 

 

Stake ID: Raohiteshg

 

[MrDonJon]

Every year, the villagers carved faces into pumpkins to keep spirits away.

One morning, they found all the pumpkins turned toward the houses,smiling from the inside out.

 

MrDonJon

[krishnadas007]

Late one Halloween night, a user typed a message but never pressed send.

Still, the system recorded it, a whisper caught between code and silence.

Now, every October 31st, that same unfinished message appears in empty chat windows… asking, “Are you still there?”

 

krishnadas007

[tundsirjr1]

An old laptop sat untouched in the attic, its screen cracked but still faintly glowing.

When powered on, the webcam light blinked, and a reflection appeared that didn’t match the room.

It smiled, even after the screen went black.

 

tundsirjr1

[DonOfDeals]

Every night at 3:03, the old wooden stairs creaked once, though no one lived upstairs.

One night, the noise stopped.

In the morning, a single wet footprint waited at the bottom step, pointing toward the bedroom door.

 

Knucklestorm

[Whitewolfrai]

It began with a dream. An omen whispered in the veil of slumber. A green light, ethereal and unrelenting, reached into my soul. Its touch is neither warm nor cold, but something beyond sensation. A butterfly, luminous and restless, sought to blind me in my sleep. And when I woke, the world was never the same. My vision, once clear, now wavers in shadows. I see only fragments, as if my eyes have been blackened by truths too vast to comprehend. Then came another night, another dream. No, not a dream, but a prophecy chiseled into the marrow of my very being. I saw the world tremble as the sky wept by nuclear fire and cataclysm of the world. A great catastrophe unfolded, sweeping through nations, breaking the weak, testing the strong. And the moon. The moon bore witness to it all. In every land, it turned full, yet some bled crimson, as if mourning the fate of all things. Then Genesis began, not as a creation, but as the reckoning. The unraveling of time. The end of all that was the horror that threatened us all into madness.

 

Stake: Whitewolfrai

[banajit02]

You know how sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night, and it feels like someone’s watching you?

Last night, I woke up around 2:30, and I swear I saw someone standing near my closet. I thought it was just a shadow, so I blinked a few times, but it didn’t move.

I grabbed my phone to turn on the flashlight… and when the light hit the mirror, there was no one in the room.

But in the reflection, I could still see him, smiling at me.

 

Banajit02

[daisuke4191]

ミナは毎朝、洗面所の鏡でメイクをする。

ある日、鏡の中の自分が、ほんの一瞬だけ瞬きをしなかった。

「気のせい…だよね？」

次の日、鏡の中の自分が、ミナより一瞬早く笑った。

「え…？」

その翌朝、鏡の中の自分が、口を動かしてこう言った。

「あなたが鏡だよ」

ミナは固まった。鏡の中の自分は、もう動かない。

でも、鏡の外のミナは、ゆっくりと笑った。