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The original was posted on /r/truescarystories by /u/Wise-Run1571 on 2024-09-01 12:23:30+00:00.

When I was younger, I lived in a small house. One afternoon, my sister, and younger brother, and I were home alone while our parents were at work and my other siblings were not home yet.

It was daytime, and I was hanging out in my sister’s room. My sister was on the on the computer and I was drawing. This is still when dial up was a thing. Anyways, my brother was in the living room.

I was getting a little hungry so I decided to head to the kitchen for a snack.

As I walked down the hallway and passed my room, I suddenly FROZE.

There, hanging from the ceiling fan in my room, was a figure with a noose around its neck! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. Its head bowed and shrouded in black. I was overwhelmed by an icy chill and could not physically move. I blinked so many times. I’m like surely this is not real.

I closed my eyes I’m thinking what I’m seeing is fake. When i opened my eyes, the figure was STILL THERE hanging. I turned my head to look away. When I looked back, it was finally gone.

Still shaken, I didn’t know what I just processed. I walked to the kitchen. I saw my brother in the living room thinking I should tell him but he’s younger. I didn’t want to scare him. Confused and terrified, I kept the sight to myself, convincing myself it was just my imagination.

That same night, I faced my fears and slept in my room. Our house is small and I shared a room with my other sister. I avoided sleeping near the ceiling fan. I slept closer to the wall. I practically hugged the wall and slept where I only faced the wall. I reassured myself that it was nothing and that I was safe. I finally drifted to sleep.

The next morning, as I was groggily waking up, my mom barged into my room with a pair of scissors. Without saying much, she cut the rope I had added to the ceiling fan’s pull lever, which I had used because I was too short to reach it. That’s where IT was hanging from.

My parents native tongue is Vietnamese. My mom simply said one word in Vietnamese, “Scary.” Her reaction suggested she had seen something too.

*Context I lived near a cemetery. I think this is the reason why it was there. This happened. We moved out of that house. For some odd reason I thought about it again today. Now, it’s just a distant memory.