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SO HEY GUYS! IN THIS BOOK I'VE GOT A SET OF HORROR STORIES THAT WILL SEND SHIVERS DOWN YOUR SPINE.....

1) ALL I SAW WAS RED!

I check into a small hotel a few kilometers from Kyiv. It is late. I am tired. I tell the woman at the desk I want a room. She tells me the room number and gives key. "But one more thing comrade; there is one room without a number and always lock. Don't even peek in there." I take the key and go to my room to sleep. Night comes and I hear the trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open the door. It is coming from a room with no number. I pound on the door. No response. I look in the keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still trickling. I go down to the front desk to complain. "By the way who is in that room?" She looks at me and begins to tell a story. There was a woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Their skin was all white, except her red eyes. 

2) YEEEEEEESSSS??

When I was a child my family moved to a big old two-floor house, with big empty rooms and creaking floorboards. Both my parents worked so I was often alone when I came home from school. One early evening when I came home the house was still dark.

I called out, "Mum?" and heard her sing song voice say "Yeeeeees?" from upstairs. I called her again as I climbed the stairs to see which room she was in and again got the same "Yeeeeees?" reply. We were decorating at the time, and I didn't know my way around the maze of rooms but she was in one of the far ones, right down the hall. I felt uneasy, but I figured that was only natural so I rushed forward to see my mum, knowing that her presence would calm my fears, as a mother's presence always does.

Just as I reached for the handle of the door to let myself into the room I heard the front door downstairs open and my mother called "Sweetie, are you home?" in a cheery voice. I jumped back, startled, and ran down the stairs to her, but as I glanced back from the top of the stairs, the door to the room slowly opened a crack. For a brief moment, I saw something strange in there, and I don't know what it was, but it was staring at me.

3) WHAT'S IN THE BASEMENT?

Mommy told me never to go into the basement, but I wanted to see what was making that noise. It kind of sounded like a puppy, and I wanted to see the puppy, so I opened the basement door and tiptoed down a bit. I didn't see a puppy, and then Mommy yanked me out of the basement and yelled at me. Mommy had never yelled at me before, and it made me sad and I cried. Then Mommy told me never to go into the basement again, and she gave me a cookie. That made me feel better, so I didn't ask her why the boy in the basement was making noises like a puppy, or why he had no hands or feet.

1) MOMMY'S HOME!

I heard one, a father is laying in bed after just waking up, he grabs the baby monitor and walks to his desk in his office at home, he has his baby on the baby monitor and hears his wife singing to her, he cracks a smile as he hears his wife "Go to sleep… go to sleep…" When suddenly the front door opens up and his wife comes in with groceries.