SingleJoCoffee’s Scary Story Contest Honourable Mentions

SingleJoCoffee’s Scary Story Contest Honourable Mentions

Please enjoy these story submissions from SingleJo's Scary Story Contest


Chrissy McPherson-Lee from Sacramento, US

In the summer of 2013, I found myself driving home alone on highway 902 from a party. It was almost midnight, and needless to say it was pitch black. As was usual at night, I was on edge. I had the radio off, and could hear nothing but the muffle roar of tires on pavement and the dull hum of the engine. I stole a glance into the middle rear view mirror, and saw nothing but darkness through the back window. I know that I looked backward and saw nothing. I’m sure of it. Just the seemingly endless blackness of the night.

I remember it so clearly because not 10 seconds later a car passed me to the left. Headlights on. I had one of those sudden adrenaline rushes like when you think you see a person outside your bedroom window when it’s just a tree, or when you start awake at night with the feeling of falling. Ten seconds earlier, nothing had been behind me.

Suddenly, a car. I drove the rest of the way home shivering and knowing something was off.

The next morning, I found two sets of scratches near the back of my van. One was on the left rear, one was on the right. The car was pretty old. They could have been there for months, but that was the first time that I distinctly remembered seeing them.

In hindsight, there are two possibilities for what happened that night.

Possibility one. By some glitch in reality, or something paranormal, this other car had somehow appeared behind me within 10 seconds of me checking my mirror. Like some weird ghost crap or something.

However, the second option is what makes my blood run cold whenever I consider it. It didn’t even occur to me until months after the fact, but it makes me dread driving alone at night even more.

Possibility two. The car was normal. It had approached me from the rear and passed me to my left. However, something large, and wide, and as black as the night had been clinging to the rear of my car, obscuring my view through the window and leaving deep scratches on the sides.

And I had inadvertently driven it home with me.

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by Patricia Simonin from Lutz, US

It was a dark and stormy morning when I awoke. The wind was howling through the trees and pushing against the windows and doors to enter. Somewhere in the distance, a dog bayed mournfully at the cold in the air, and a shutter banged against the house with each gust of wind.

I got out of bed, and felt my way in the dark to the bathroom, reaching to flip on the light switch. The light flashed and then went out. I flipped the switch back and forth and still nothing. Grumbling, I quickly relieved myself, listening to the creaking of the house and headed for the kitchen. I flipped on the light switch there and headed for the Keurig for my morning jolt. I could almost taste the hot, smooth liquid that I craved every morning.

Passing by the kitchen door, I stepped on something that crackled and looked down to see broken glass on the floor! Thank goodness I had on my warm fuzzy slippers or my feet would have been shredded. My eyes flew to the door and I saw that the glass had been broken out and the door was unlocked! OH NO! Someone had been inside! Were they still here? It was then I noticed the gaping hole on the counter where the Keurig usually sat in all her glory. Gasp! She was gone, along with my supply of Club Coffee Breakfast Supreme pods, the sugar and the creamer!

I froze in shock, my mouth hanging open, a scream building from deep within, pushing and clawing its way to my throat and out of my mouth, NOOOOOOOOOO!

That's the last thing I remembered for some time. They say they found me huddled in the corner, grasping my empty extra large sized, empty coffee mug. I was crying and incoherent. They said all I could do was babble on about not having any coffee. After a 30 day stint in the psych ward, I'm feeling much better now. A friend found a used coffee maker for me and is setting it up in the empty spot where the Keurig once so proudly sat. They say I can leave here as soon as my supply of free coffee from SingleJo arrives. Until then, I sit and stare at the padded walls, awaiting to hear that I can once again start living.

The End (Balls in your court now)

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Many stories were from those who fear waking up to broken or stolen coffee makers and mysteriously missing coffee caches! Do not fear. SingleJo is here!  


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