A Constant Tapping

A collection of Horror stories, Nightmares, and True Story Hauntings

Through The Doorway

She was falling asleep at the wheel. She had been
driving for hours; there had not been a stop in sight. The
street was barely lit by the lamp posts, and they were
few and far between. It was mostly a thick and dark
forest, and it was a blinding dark.
Suddenly there was an opening, a bigger light up ahead.
She drove to the vacant parking lot, feeling like she
almost hadn’t made it. It was a long and draining day.
After grabbing the key, she went straight to the room.
She walked through the door, flashing back on moments
she spent with her brother when they were kids. She set
her luggage aside and lay down on the bed. She had not
seen him in so long, and she felt guilty she didn’t get to
spend enough time with him before he passed away.
She opened the drawer of the nightstand and took out
the bible. A letter fell out of it. Her hands felt ice cold,
and the bible was freezing to the touch. She picked up
the letter and began to cry. It was from her brother. That
night she dreamt her brother visited her and showed her
the night he passed and the reasons why. The next
morning, she went down to the police station and
handed the police the suicide note, and they let his
friend go.

The Hand That Crawls up My Crib

My eyes opened, and I saw something inhuman
creeping toward the top of the crib to my right. The room
was dark except for the light from the streetlamp outside.
The hand was black, and the skin was sticky and tar-like.
It had three claw-like fingers, and it moved very slowly
as it reached for the top. The arm grew longer, never
seeing a body at any time. I screamed as soon as it got
about three inches from the top of my crib. My
grandfather came running in. It vanished as soon as the
light switched on. I was eighteen months old. I
remember it like it happened yesterday. It was the very
first night-terror I ever remembered.

The Dinner Bell

He was sitting down, writing the last bit of the chapter in
his novel. A dinner bell rang. He was curious; he hadn’t
heard that sound before and followed it down to the
corner of the kitchen. He pushed on the wall, and a little
door popped out. He pulled on it, it took a bit to pry it
open, but he finally succeeded.

He followed the light down the long hallway.

“I’ve been living here for thirty years and have never seen
this part of the house. Did it just appear? How did I miss it?
It seems like a pretty big part of where I live.”
He continued down until he came to the hanging lamp and
a field where he saw many gather. Many people whom he
did not recognize except for one. His aunt who had passed
on. She had been dead for years, pretty much since he was
a little boy.

“What are you doing here, Aunt Gertrude?!”
“We come here every night to meet and socialize. What
are you doing here?! How did you get here?! You are not
supposed to be here. You’re still considered the “living.”

“I followed the sound down and then the light. I never
knew this place was here until a dinner bell rang in my
kitchen. And now I am here.
He returned to the kitchen to find his body slumped over
in the chair. Breathless and still.