Did a search but would not be surprised if this is a repost so apologies if it is.
They are a series of creepy stories from a reddit section called r/nosleep
As the name implies the idea is to post creepy stories etc.
I won't explain what happens but I beg you to read the first part at the very least. It's extremely well written and terrifying, and not from a professional author. Nonetheless some of the parts had me in tears and I was generally left feeling uneasy.
They are a long read but well worth it if you enjoy stories generally, and scary stories. All six parts will occupy you for an hour or so total
Enough hyperbole. Here are the parts.
Part 1. Footsteps
Part 2. Balloons
Part 3. Boxes
Part 4. Maps
Part 5. Screens
Part 6. Friends
Here is the first couple of paragraphs of part one as a taster:
In a quiet room if you press your ear against a pillow you can hear your heartbeat. As a kid, the muffled, rhythmic beats sounded like soft footsteps on a carpeted floor, and so as a kid almost every night – just as I was about to drift off to sleep – I would hear these footsteps and I would be ripped back to consciousness, terrified.
For my entire childhood I lived with my mother in a fairly nice neighborhood that was in a transitional phase – people of lower economic means were gradually moving in, and my mother and I were two of these people. We lived in the kind of house you see being transported in two pieces on the interstate, but my mom took good care of it. There were a lot of woods surrounding the neighborhood that I would play in and explore during the day, but at night – as things often do to a kid – they took on a more sinister feeling. This coupled with the fact that, due to the nature of our house, there was a fairly large crawlspace underneath filled my mind with imaginary monsters and inescapable scenarios which would consume my thoughts when I was awoken by the footsteps.
I told my mom about the footsteps and she said that I was just imagining things; I persisted enough that she blasted my ears with water from a turkey baster once just to placate me, since I thought that would help. Of course it didn’t. Despite all the creepiness and footsteps the only weird thing that ever happened was that every now and then I would wake up on the bottom bunk despite having gone to sleep on the top, but this wasn’t really weird since I’d sometimes get up to piss or get something to drink and could remember just going back to sleep on the bottom bunk (I’m an only child so it didn’t matter). This would happen once or twice a week, but waking up on the bottom bunk wasn’t too terrifying. But one night I didn’t wake up on the bottom bunk.