I BROKE AN OLD RULE IN ALASKA… AND NOW I’M BEING HUNTED | WINTRY CHRISTMAS

I never believed those scary stories to tell in the dark until I came to Alaska… and broke an old rule I should’ve never touched. Now something enormous is tracking me through the ice, turning my night into one of those #horror tales people whisper about when the lights go out.

What happened to me feels like one of the scary stories in the dark or even something straight out of Alvin Schwartz scary stories. The kind of creepy stories to tell in the dark you only find in old books—except this isn’t fiction. This is real. And it’s getting closer.

And the strangest part is… this nightmare began just days before #christmas, a time when the wilderness should feel peaceful—yet instead, it feels hunted.

If you’re into creepypasta, ghost stories to tell in the dark, or classic scary stories to tell in the dark Joe Hill vibes, this story will pull you under. It has the same tension, the same dread, the same cold grip of the unknown. It’s the kind of nightmare that makes you whisper #scary under your breath when you realize you’re alone.

This is one of those horror stories to tell in the dark that stays in your bones. A creature older than the snow, older than the rule I broke, is stalking me across the frozen wilderness. And every step I take feels like another page of one of those scary ghost stories to tell in the dark — except I’m living it.

If chilling explorations, supernatural encounters and real unsolved mysteries speak to you, then you’re in the right place. You’re about to hear a story wrapped in dread, shadow and silence — the true meaning of #scarystories and #creepystories hiding behind the Alaskan night.