SoBros Scary Stories: The Bloody Handprint

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As a part of our Halloween 2018 coverage, we’ve decided to open up a bit of our personal lives, and share some scary stories. These are full on eye witness accounts of spooky occurrences. So, get your popcorn ready. Feel free to pull these stories out around the campfire, too. Today, we’re talking about a time I woke up to find a bloody handprint on my door.

In case you missed the news, SoBros Scary Stories are back for 2018. Also, something important you need to know before I get started with this one…my bedroom growing up at home was a converted two-car garage…so, it had its own entry/exit. It was out at the edge of the house, and if you walked outside said door, you’d be about 15 paces from hundreds of acres of woods. So, yeah – it could get kind of spooky out there. Sometimes, we experienced some really weird shit (read ‘The Shadow Man of Gladeville’ below). But, sometimes, we used the spookiness to prank our friends.

Well, one night, shit got a little too real.

My bed was right next to the door that looked out into the woods for some reason. I had blinds on the door, but they were raggedy as hell and you could see right through them. Tons of nights I awoke to hear coyotes, cats, raccoons, and who knows what rummaging around outside. But, one night, I jolted awake to a loud bang on the door. Looked around and didn’t see much of anything so I began to think it was just in my dreams.

I go back to bed, only to wake up in the morning to discover a bloody handprint on the door. It chilled me to the bone to realize that not only did I not imagine someone banging on the door in my sleep, but said someone was obviously bloodied, in distress, and perhaps trying to escape from something. More importantly, and more frighteningly, said person was no longer present on our property.

I was sufficiently freaked out. So, I called my parents, filled them in on everything. My dad was a small business owner, so he had the flexibility to drive home and investigate it with me. We looked it over and concluded that it was real blood, and we discovered a trail of it that went around the house and up to the back door.

Seeing my dad, who was very rarely rattled by stuff like this, weirded out was jarring. That’s when we decided to call the cops and get them out to the house.

The whole time this is going on, I’m texting my friends, trying to confirm that it wasn’t a prank. No one owned up to it, so I agreed. Well, I told our group chat that since it wasn’t any of them, we were going to contact the police and get a real investigation going.

That’s when friend of the site, Mack, stepped up and said, “wait, don’t call the cops. It was me.”

Come to find out, he’d driven out to the ranch in the middle of the night, cut his hand, and smeared it on the door. He thought I would wake up and discover him. What really happened was that I woke up, seemed relatively un-phased, and just went back to sleep.

I can still feel that huge wave of relief roll over me when I realized we were just the victims of an elaborate prank. No harm, no foul. Even my dad said, “damn, that was a good one.”

More SoBros Scary Stories

Cats Are Creepy
Mama Said: Dont Call Me About No Ghost!
Molly and I Are Friends
Sleep Paralysis
The Midnight Stranger
The Shadow Man of Gladeville
The Thud In the Night
What Did You Want?

Stoney Keeley is the Editor in Chief of The SoBros Network. He is a strong supporter of Team GSD and #BeBetter. “Big Natural” covers the Tennessee Titans, Alabama Crimson Tide football, the WWE, and a whole wealth of nonsense. Follow on Twitter @StoneyKeeley

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