I had a run-in with a chain story like this. It was terrifying at the time, but now, two years later and with no drugs in my system, it’s just funny.
I had just had back surgery. I was a bit loopy. I was taking either Vicodin or Percocets (was too out of it to remember which) and Soma. I found out later that it’s not a good idea to take the Soma at the same time as the painkillers.
Anyway, my boyfriend had to stay in Rhode Island for the weekend so I was home alone with my drugs and a bunch of scary movies. I was watching mainly Asian horror movies because they’re the only ones which manage to spook me. I was also reading the IMDB message boards for the movies I had rented, while I watched.
So, someone had posted a chain post like the OP’s. I think it was on the page for Ju On. But, this one had something to do with a young girl who had been smothered. Apparently, if you didn’t repost the story 5 times, she would come to you in the middle of the night. She would crawl across your ceiling with her glowing red eyes and then drop down to smother you.
I laughed it off and continued to scare the crap outta myself. I’ve found that I’m more easily scared when I’m drugged outta my mind.
I was in the middle of another scary movie and my relaxation was interrupted by my bunny freaking out in his cage. He was stamping his feet and shaking his food bowl. Then, he started running up and down the three levels of his cage. He was going totally batshit crazy. He kinda creeped me out actually. As I was watching him, I saw a shadow slowly making it’s way across my ceiling. To say I was scared would be a massive understatement. I managed to force myself to look at the clock and saw that it had just turned to 12:00AM (the middle of the night). I glanced back at my bunny and he was still freaking out. The shadow was still gliding then bouncing across my ceiling. I started crying. I wanted to call my boyfriend but the phone was in the kitchen. I was alone in the house with a lunatic bunny, a crazy Asian dead girl, and I was too drugged to be able to defend myself. Besides, even if I could defend myself, the only weapon I had was my cane and what good will that do against a ghost?
After an agonizingly long time, I FORCED myself to look toward the shadow. There was nothing on the ceiling. After another long time, I was able to force myself to look at the floor. I saw what had caused the shadow. It was terrifying. It was manacing. It was coming towards me…
It was the partially delfated, Campbell’s Soup can shaped get well balloon my mom had given me. It had caught a breeze from the open window and was slowly bouncing across my floor.