Two Horror Stories That Started Small… Then Got Worse #HorrorStories #Paranormal#TrueScaryStories

Support our channel: https://linktr.ee/MCUAbstratus Mysteries and Curiosities will provide Real True Crime/Dark stories, and also some dark horror fantasy ideas for RPG. Subscribe for our daily content! Come to the MCU: Mysteries and Curiosities Universe. Horror/ Based on real life stories / sometimes dark RPG ideas or fiction stories! Story number one: ... I was babysitting a 5-year-old and a 3-year-old one night while their parents were out. After dinner, we spent some time in the living room playing with a small toy piano. I showed the 5-year-old how to play “Mary Had a Little Lamb,” and after a few tries, he managed to play it almost perfectly. The boys laughed, proud of the little song, and eventually we put the piano away and started getting ready for bed. Once they were tucked into their bunk beds, I climbed onto the top bunk to read them a few bedtime stories. The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes every small sound stand out. As I read, my voice was the only thing breaking the silence. Then, suddenly, we heard it—the toy piano, down the hall, playing “Mary Had a Little Lamb.” Not random notes, but the exact melody I had taught earlier. I froze mid-sentence. The boys stared at me, wide-eyed, and asked in shaky voices who was playing the piano. I didn’t have an answer. My heart was racing, and I felt a chill run through me. I stayed on that top bunk, pretending everything was fine, reading story after story, even though my hands were trembling. I didn’t move until I finally heard the front door open and their parents come home. To this day, I still wonder who—or what—was playing that piano. That house was either haunted… or someone else was in there with us that night... ... Story number two: "My family had moved to my grandma's friend's house while our current house was being built. It was an old house. My sister and I had a room with one bed, so we shared it that night. My parents' room was on the other side of the wall, and our beds were both against the same wall. Anyway, the next morning, my sister and I were awakened by knocking on the wall from the other side. We started knocking back, giggling, thinking it was our parents. When we got up to say good morning, my parents weren't there. I texted them to ask where they were, and they were in the next town over at the grocery store." "When they got back, my sister and I told them about the knocking. They told us that recently, a member of my grandma's friend's family had died not too long before we moved in. They had her picture on the fridge and in the hallway leading to the bedrooms." ... Story number three: I was alone in an old farmhouse outside of town, the kind of place that feels isolated even in daylight. My husband was working about four hours away at the time, so I was used to spending nights there by myself. Still, that particular night felt different. A storm had rolled in, and the wind howled around the house, rattling the windows and making the walls groan like they were breathing. I was sitting quietly when I heard it—soft at first, almost blending in with the storm. An old Americana song drifted from the kitchen, something with a Stephen Foster vibe, eerily similar to “Oh! Susanna.” It sounded warm and cheerful, completely out of place against the darkness and the weather. My stomach tightened. There was no radio on, no TV, nothing that should’ve been making music. I searched the house, moving slowly from room to room. The closer I got to the kitchen, the louder the song became. I checked my phone—silent. I stepped outside into the storm, but all I heard was the violent rush of wind and rain. When I went back inside, the music was still there, steady and clear, coming from somewhere low. That’s when I realized it was coming from a cupboard beneath the kitchen counter. With shaking hands, I opened it and started removing pots and pans one by one. With each item I pulled out, the music grew louder, swelling until it filled the kitchen. By the time I reached the last pan, the song was blaring at a fortissimo, as if someone were standing right beside me, singing directly into my ear. When I pulled out that final pan, the music stopped instantly. No echo. No fading. Just silence—and an empty cabinet staring back at me. That wasn’t the only strange thing that happened in that old Idaho farmhouse. But it was the moment that made me realize I was never truly alone there… and whatever was with me knew exactly how to get my attention. #TrueHorror #ScaryStories #HorrorStories #Paranormal #Unexplained #Creepy #RealHorror #NightStories #HorrorNarration #TrueScaryStories