Watching Mom Fucking Stories
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Just a collection scary stories from across the interwebs. I post all sources I can find.
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by reddit user emptyfaces5 ( source )
I feel stupid writing this, but I don’t know where else to go. I don’t feel safe here, which is probably stupid because I’m probably overreacting over nothing. I remember a friend telling me about this subreddit and that people can sometimes help others who are in need of it. I’ve read a few stories here (that creeped the fuck out of me which doesn’t help) in order to know how to write these things, what to say. Still, I don’t really know how to say this. I think there is something wrong with my mother.
I live with my mother and sister in a nice neighbourhood, you know, the usual. I recently graduated high school and have gone off to university. Since my school is only an hour drive away, I like to bus home every few weekends to see my family (and especially my dog). My sister goes to the same school as me, but works part-time at my mom’s work so she commutes.
Me and my mom have a special relationship, she’s my best friend. All my life I’ve been a momma’s boy. We regularly see movies, go to dinner, or just watch tv together. We are very similar, I got my mom’s personality while my sister got my dad’s. In case you’re wondering, my dad cheated on my mom when we were kids and married someone else. He now lives 30 minutes away. We don’t see him often, but neither of us care that much since we never created a strong relationship with him.
Back to my story, me and my mom are close. She texts me a lot at university to see how I am doing, or just sends heart emojis (she just recently learned about them so she goes crazy). I know my mom, I know how she reacts to certain situations, I know how she starts conversations, etc. I finished my final midterm a few days ago and decided to come home for the weekend. I took the bus and my mom picked me up from the bus station. Everything seemed normal, we went out to dinner and went home to watch The Walking Dead. She went to bed as it ended and I went downstairs into the basement to play some video games.
This is where I think something weird happened. As my game finished, I heard a sound from upstairs where everyone sleeps. It sounded like a scream, but I could be wrong. I stayed silent for a few seconds waiting to see what it was, but nothing happened. I tried to brush it off but the way my brain works is that I quickly started to think that my mom had fallen and hit her head, or someone had entered the house.
I walked up to the main floor and called out to my mom upstairs, no answer. I called a few more times before I started to head up the stairs. My room was right beside my mom’s room, her door was closed while mine was open. I noticed that our dog Delilah was sitting on my bed, staring at me. This instantly confused me because my dog always sleeps with my mom. Always. I knocked on my mom’s door and called out again, no answer. This is where I started to panic.
I opened the door and peeked into darkness and silence. My mom always sleeps with her sound machine which plays peaceful sounds of the ocean or the jungle to help her sleep, but it was on the floor unplugged. The light from the hall gave me enough light to see my mom on her side facing away from me, blanket covering everything but her hair.
“Mom?” I called out. Still no answer. The room was freezing cold and I felt that something bad had happened and I wanted to make sure she was alright. I walked up to tap her on the shoulder when almost in unison the hall light turned off and my mom finally spoke.
“Hear what?” I replied as I took out my phone to see. I assumed my sister had come home from her boyfriends and turned the light off.
As we both waited in silence, I heard a faint whispering coming from her closet. I know in horror movies the protagonist would open it slowly, but I’m not a fucking idiot and jumped up onto my mom’s bed. I get scared extremely easily.
I turned to look at my mom but her face was now completely under the covers as if she was trying to avoid me.
“Can you check out the sound in the closet?” She asked.
“No fucking way, turn on the light!” I replied, voice slightly shaking.
At this point, the whispering got slightly louder and I started to legitimately panic.
“Mom turn on the fucking light!” I screamed.
She didn’t move, so I quickly reached for the switch and turned on both lights. The whispering stopped and I felt much safer.
“What the fuck was that?” I asked. As weird as my mom was acting, I was more focused on the whispering. She still didn’t answer, but she did start to move. She awkwardly moved her body towards the end of the bed, then moved her head towards the door, face still hidden. She got up and walked out of the room towards the bathroom. I was in utter shock with the way she was acting and seriously started to assume she got possessed or some shit. I heard the tap turn on and the bath started to run.
My stomach dropped and I called my sister who thankfully picked up.
“Are you home?” I asked, still kind of panicking.
“Yeah why? What’s wrong?” She could hear the fear in my voice and knew something was wrong.
I stayed on the phone with her and ran downstairs and was greeted by her sitting on the family room’s couch. I ran beside her and sat right next to her. She could tell I was scared and started to get scared herself.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? What happened?!” She angrily asked me.
I told her what had happened from the whispering to our mom acting weird. My sister also gets easily scared and was confused by my story. I felt safe, but was still fucking terrified at the same time. As I finished my story and my sister started to panic as well, we both heard the upstairs bathroom door open. Our mom started to walk downstairs.
My sister and I both looked and saw my mom in her pyjamas staring at us. She looked confused and tired, her eyes empty. She stared at us, emotionless, as if she did not know who we were. After a few seconds, she quickly smiled at us. Her smile was huge, she looked way too happy.
“What was that sound mom?” I asked.
“How was Billy’s?” My mom asked my sister., ignoring my question. Billy is my sister’s boyfriend.
“I’m fine! I just wasn’t feeling well.” She said as she walked into the kitchen and turned the lights on.
“What was that sound in the closet?” I repeated.
“The sound you asked me to check out? It sounded like whispering.”
“It’s gone now.” She quietly replied. She walked around the corner and stared at us, still smiling. We awkwardly started back for a few seconds before she abruptly turned around.
She walked up the stairs and closed her door. My sister looked at me knowing how weird she was acting. We both talked about what the fuck had just happened and were both equally creeped out.
I really don’t know what to tell you guys. I go back to school in 2 days but am still scared. I haven’t seen my mom since, she left for work early the next morning and never came home for lunch. I don’t want you guys to comfort me, I just really want answers. Has anyone experience this before? Does anyone know why she acted like that? Me and my sister are both monitoring this account for any answers because we are losers and don’t know what else to do. My sister is equally as scared.
I was surprised by the amount of feedback I got from my last post, it made me very happy to see all you trying to figure out what it could’ve been and trying to help me! :)
I’ve read several comments regarding the sleeping pills/medicine and I immediately felt a wave of relief. I told my sister and we decided to discuss this with her. We weren’t scared any more knowing that this was the logical explanation.
My mom had just gotten home from work and me and my sister were sitting in the living room, reading the rest of your comments (you guys are fucking hilarious). My mom immediately went to the washroom to pee (she does this every day). One thing that threw me off was our dog, she never ran to the door to greet her. She always does this, she always runs to her and jumps up multiple times out of excitement. This time she was sitting beside me acting as if she did not notice her walk in.
We waited for a minute until she came out of the bathroom.
“Fine.” She replied, sounding exhausted.
We never decided whether we wanted to sit her down and talk about it in a serious matter, or just ask casually.
“We have a question for you.” My sister hesitated as she continued.
“Are you taking any kind of medication? Like sleeping pills?”
My mom popped her head out of the kitchen.
“Why?” She asked, sounding slightly angry.
“You were acting kind of weird last night and it creeped me out.” I said nervously.
My mom stared at my sister, and then back at me. There was an awkward silence that lasted for a few seconds, as if my mom was looking for an answer.
“Yes!” She blurted out suddenly, “Yes I’ve been taking sleeping pills. I haven’t been sleeping well so I went to the doctors and he prescribed me. Sorry if I have been acting strange!”
I sighed with relief. We had an answer. My normal life could continue.
We chatted about work and school for a few minutes before she said she was leaving to go to book club. When she left, me and my sister laughed for a few minutes at how silly we felt. Thinking our mother was possessed, that our house was haunted. Out of curiosity, we decided to go back to our mom’s room to check out the closet.
Some of you suggested to check it out again, and considering we felt much safer about the situation we decided to. We walked up the stairs and opened the door; it was freezing cold. I didn’t think anything of it considering how cold it has been in Canada. It also had a faint smell of something, I don’t know what but it smelt bad.
My mom has this book she bought from Ikea that looks like a book from the outside, but when you open it, it’s actually a little container that you can put jewellery and such inside it. She likes to keep her medicine and any other shit she has around inside of it. I opened it, but found no sleeping pills or any strong medication. All I found were Tums (which are pills that help with stomach aches), her phone charger, and some tissues.
Assuming she had finished her medication and threw it out, I closed it and we went to open the closet. My sister grabbed the handle and opened the door. We both immediately covered our noses in disgust, it smelt rancid. My sister looked at me in fear. My immediate thought was our mom murdered someone and stuffed the body in her closet, but I knew that was silly.
My sister went to the bathroom and grabbed some air freshener. This didn’t help much, but it was better than nothing. The horrible smell made me more curious about what was in the closet. Maybe our dog had gotten in their and peed a few times?
I walked inside but the floor wasn’t wet, yet the smell got worse. I turned the light on and nearly threw up. Every corner of the wall was covered in what looked like mold. It was greenish/black and that’s what I’m assuming the smell was coming from.
“What the fuck is that?” My sister asked, still plugging her nose.
“Mold? I think. Does mom not know about this?” I asked.
We stood there before we heard someone walking up the stairs. We both stared at each other in fear. I felt my body go numb and it suddenly got a lot colder. We turned towards the door and could hear the footsteps getting louder. My sister gripped my hand and walked backwards towards the bed. I sat down with her and we both just stared at the door in fear.
We waited in silence for a good minute before we heard a gentle knock on the door. 2 taps, short and quiet. This sent a chill down my spine, I was fucking terrified. We waited for another minute, wondering what the fuck was on the other side of the door. We wanted to hide but we didn’t want to make any noise letting whatever was behind the door know we were in there.
My sisters phone lit up and showed that she got a text message. She slowly unlocked her phone and opened the message.
We both were terrified, we thought that we had a reasonable explanation about why she was acting weird. Maybe this was another side effect? I don’t fucking know, all I know is that I nearly shat my pants. We heard footsteps walking away from the door and walk down the stairs, but they sounded a lot calmer. We got up and gathered ourselves before opening the door. We examined the hall before exiting and making our way downstairs.
We saw Delilah sitting in the same spot, but now sleeping. I wondered how those loud as fuck footsteps didn’t make her go crazy. She’s an extremely hyper dog. She sees someone outside the window and she barks for a good 5 minutes.
We looked around and didn’t find any clue of our mom coming home. Her car wasn’t here, her shoes were gone, nothing. We were both still terrified from what just happened so we went to my sister’s car which was in visitor’s parking and drove off to go to dinner. This was a few hours ago and we have received multiple texts from our mom asking us to come home and watch a movie.
It is now 12:30 in the morning and she is still texting us. The most recent one says:
My mom doesn’t have a TV in her room. I’m seriously freaking out here guys, we don’t know what the fuck is happening. Is this normal for someone taking sleeping pills or anything like that? I don’t know what to do and neither my sister nor I want to go home, but we don’t know where to go.
Sorry for the delayed update, I’ve been really focused on school lately. I’m also a little shaken up from the events that have happened recently, there’s been a lot. I’ll continue from when my sister and I left home. I might as well note that my name is Conner and my sister’s name is Erin.
Erin and I read all of your comments from my last update and made a conclusion: we were overreacting. Our mom could have been sick and in need of help and we were out and about assuming she was possessed. I love my mom, I would do anything for her and she needed my help. We decided to go home and talk to her, figure out what was wrong and possibly take her to the hospital to get help.
We drove home at around 6 in the morning and waiting for her to come downstairs. She usually comes down for work at around 7. We sat with Delilah (who was still avoiding our mother) and waited. At around 6:45 we heard footsteps and a door closing. We watched as our mom walked down the stairs. She looked as if she hadn’t slept in years.
Strands of hair were falling out, she had relatively short hair but it was noticeable. Dark bags were tugging at the bottom of her eyes, which were a dark greyish-blue. Her wrinkles were more noticeable, and her face was flushed. Though she looked like hell, when she saw us all she did was smile. Widely.
“We’re not hungry.” My sister started. “Are you okay mom? You’ve been acting weird and you look sick.”
My mom’s eyes twitched as she stared at my Erin.
“Why wouldn’t I be fine? Would you like some pancakes?” She repeated as she walked into the kitchen.
“No mom. We think you’re sick. We want to get you some help.”
We waited for a response until she turned the corner and sat down beside my sister. She looked at us, but this time it felt like my mom. In the short amount of time that we first saw her, she actually looked a lot better. The wrinkles were less noticeable and the bags were gone.
“Look. I’ve been really stressed out with work, and haven’t gotten much sleep lately. I’m sorry if I’ve worried you too, I just don’t handle stress very well.”
I felt bad. Real bad. I hugged her and we decided to go out to breakfast. She took the day off and we watched movies all day. It was nice. It felt normal. I thought everything was fine but I was so wrong.
The day before I was heading back for university, I went out to lunch with my good friend. We went out to Montana’s and talked about our lives, school, etc. As we were finishing up, my sister called me.
“Hey Conner. I think we need to get the stove fixed, it isn’t working.”
My stomach dropped and my body went numb. My family has this safety phrase we use when we’re in trouble, usually an intruder to not give away that we’re actually calling for help. We’ve never had to use it, but this instantly put me into a panic. I told her I was on my way over, called the cops and headed home.
I got home and the cops weren’t there. They should’ve been there, but they weren’t. I slowly walked inside and saw Erin sitting on the couch. She was crying and looked absolutely terrified. I ran over to her and sat down.
She slowly looked at me with tears in her eyes.
As soon as I said that, I heard a blood-curdling scream from upstairs. So loud I got down on my knees and screamed myself. My vision was blurred but I could still make out what I saw. I looked up and saw my mom, bent over backwards crawling down the stairs like a spider. Her face was disfigured, eyes nose and mouth in the wrong place. Her mouth was around twice the size, and it was smiling. It crawled down and towards us, still screaming.
I got up and grabbed my sisters hand out the backdoor. Delilah was freaking out and ran outside when I opened the door. I picked her up as I ran and we sprinted outside. I looked back as whatever was chasing us darted back upstairs. I was crying at this point. I felt as if I was dreaming. I was on the verge of passing out but I forced myself against it. We ran for a good 5 minutes before we stopped.
My sister and I didn’t say anything. We just sat down, looked at each other, and cried. This couldn’t have been real, this wasn’t real. As I tried to wake myself up, I noticed that everyone passing us was looking at us. Granted, we just sprinted from out of nowhere and started crying, but they didn’t look concerned.
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