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You never know with the Russians.

There was once a girl called Constance whose parents came from a long line of aristocrats. The family didn't have money anymore, but she always been told that she came from "good breeding stock".

One day, both her parents were tragically killed in a train accident. They had gotten drunk, gone down to the shunting yard after the trains stopped running, climbed on the roof of a rail car and fell off.

Since her parents were dead, Constance was to be sent to live with her Grandma Tilly. While they were packing up some of her things, Constance decided to go up to the attic. As a child she had never been allowed up there and, although it was tragic that her parents were dead, she did relish the fact that she could finally go up and have a nose. She knew that her parents went up there sometimes after she had gone to bed, and when she was home alone she sometimes heard strange noises. Weeping, crying, people muttering in strange languages.

Constance opened the attic door and peered inside, bringing an electric torch with her. She turned it on and looked around. There were a few cobwebs and several large, antique chests. Constance then heard something scuttling in the shadows. "Who's there?" she squeaked, hoarse. "Why are you in my parents house?"

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a large man appeared. He was holding a scepter and had a crown on his head. Behind him stood a woman wearing a tiara and a very elegant dress. "Who are you?" Constance demanded. "Why are you up here?" "Your parents should have told you," the man replied, "unfortunately, they passed before they could. They had a horrible secret, something that they've kept up in this attic all these years. I suppose now's a good a time to find out as ever."

Constance was afraid. What had her parents been lying to her about? "What is it, then?" Constance asked. "Look in the chest," the woman replied, "here's a key." She handed Constance a key. Constance went over to the chest and opened it. Her heart suddenly started thudding loudly, and her mouth went dry. "Oh, no," she whispered, "no..." Inside the chest was a pile of papers, scripts for plays and more crowns and various types of shoes.

"What's the meaning of this?" Constance demanded through tear-stained eyes.

"We're sorry to have to be the ones to tell you this," the woman replied, "but your parents weren't aristocrats. They were... Thespians."

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The story about the babysitter and the clown in the bedroom is one that springs to mind!

Despite being a grown man there was one in the last thread like this that freaked me out. Don't remember it exactly but the gist of it was a young girl was alone in the house with her mother, she hears her name being called from downstairs so she goes downstairs, as she walks down the hall an arm reaches out from the cupboard under the stairs and grabs her while a voice says 'don't go in there, I heard it too.'