And here it is! Back by popular demand, the series that gave you all goosebumps and nightmares: Reddit Tales of DBZ. But, this time it's bigger, better and a whole lot creepier; join the Z Crew, friends and nemesis all, as we explore the stories they don't show on TV.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own DBZ/GT/SUPER, and all characters mentioned are the property of Akira Toriyama and Toei Animation. Special shout-out to my favourite horror You Tubers: Horror Studio 1 (HS1), Blue Spooky, Mr. Nightmare, Killer Orange Cat, HellFreezer and most recently, urmaker and Lazy Masquerade, for their awesome work. And kudos to le Reddit Army, particularly the LetsNotMeet, Creepy Encounters, Thetruthishere and NoSleep subreddits. Also, thanks to everyone, family, friends and you the readers, who gave me permission to use your stories for this series – this would not be possible without your support; I'll also like to thank the supporters of the original story. You guys are awesome! And, just like the first story, a few of these would be based on my own experiences (makes sense for me to join the fun, ay?)

Also, because of school and all that, I plan to upload bi-weekly so I'll have enough time to get the stories together; so every other Sunday at eight, be sure to look out for a new segment in this series. I really hope this gets the attention the first series got. For those of you who aren't familiar with Reddit Tales of DBZ, it's basically a collection of one-shots involving the characters from the show, but with LetsNotMeet elements mixed with them, so there's lots of creepy stuff going on. Trust me, the people who followed the first story had a blast and I know you would too, especially if you're familiar with the whole LetsNotMeet/creepy stories scene.

If you're looking to get unnerved then this story is for you! Criticism and ideas are most welcome - don't be a stranger, people!

So, without further ado, let's take a look into the lives of our favourite characters… the spookier side of it anyway. Grab some popcorn… so you'll have something to keep your mind off the creaking in your house. Grab your dogs… so you'll be protected from the creature living under your bed. Turn of your lights… but, only if you dare, and let's dive into the creepy side of Fanfiction: this is Reddit Tales of DBZ 2: Jeepers Creepers.

A HAUNTING ON ARCOSIA

By Lord Cooler

Hello there – I know what you must be thinking; 'Really? Cooler's here now?' Yes, yes, I am aware of how awkward this may seem and I doubt anyone would really read this. In fact, I'm probably one of the last few people to even know about this site, as it was just recently brought to my attention, but I digress. Plus, seeing that literally everyone, even Frieza has been on here, I see no issue in divulging a few of my own experiences. Now, before I begin, I should let you all know that I have very few, what do you say, 'letsnotmeet' stories, which I will share later on. But, the story that I am about to share is paranormal-related; the reason being that, this is the most shocking and horrific memory that I can conjure from my childhood, and it is where all the really frightening things begin for me.

For a bit of information, growing up on Arcosia in the royal palace, before this really terrifying experience, I had never had any unexplainable things happen to me. It wasn't until this after this happened that very minor things would occur, but they were still noticeable, especially to a child as observant as I had been. The palace was, in a word, eerie. It was a massive structure, made up of a labyrinth of rooms and halls and stairs that could easily confuse anyone who was not accustomed to its layout. One of the few things Frieza and I agreed with was that we both hated the palace; as children, it was creepy to us, especially at night when everything will be as dark as pitch. I had heard rumours of the palace being haunted by the spirits of our family's ancestors; this was mostly idle talk of the palace staff that I had only happened to hear by chance, but it was enough to make me uneasy.

Growing up, Father was not one to believe the chatter of alleged ghosts, and he indirectly banned Frieza and I from being pulled into, what he called 'mindless banter'. We were princes and tales of malevolent spirits roaming the palace was unbecoming. I did not necessarily believe in ghosts either, but did have a great respect for our ancestors – there was a lot of history connected with the palace, though, and even though I did not take heed to the ghost stories, I was still very much uncomfortable with that place. Both me and my brother had our own set of rooms, which comprised of our bed chambers and six other rooms that were meant to be essentially whatever we wanted them to be, for example our own library.

The way how my rooms were set up, they all formed a U shaped, with my bed chambers being in the middle, directly on the turn. This meant that, if I were to leave my door open, I could see if someone was leaving our entering my area, and the acoustics of the chambers allowed me to hear them as well. This is vital to the story, so bear this in mind. I was nine when this particular encounter occurred, and when on this night, I had left the door to my bed chamber open. I was having a lot of trouble falling asleep, and had been tossing and turning in my bed. My room was also very cold – our planet was experiencing a major freezing epidemic that would later prompt our people to relocate.

This, combined with the odd fact that I had been sick the entire day (odd since I rarely ever do get sick), led to me being extremely uncomfortable and only being able to sleep for thirty minutes at a time. At some point I had woken up from my reprieve, and just lay there, staring up at the ceiling and trying to distract myself. I'm not sure of the exact time this was, but I know it had to have been very late, as all the usual sounds I would hear had died down a long time ago. My bed was facing the door, and by extension the left hallway of rooms. While I was wrestling with my duvet, trying to wrap myself up to at least get warmer, I glanced out the door into the hallway… and that's when I saw someone approaching my room.

At first I wasn't sure who it was, since it was so dark; they looked more like a shadow than a servant coming to check on me. I squinted to try and get a better look, but whoever it was had disappeared from my sight. I wasn't too concerned about that – I thought that, with me being ill, that I had possibly hallucinated. It didn't occur to me until later that, even though I could see this silhouette, I heard no footsteps, but I was tired and not really thinking about it. I fell asleep again for probably the fourth time that night, and then woke up when I felt something odd. Do you know that feeling you get when you've done something wrong, and someone caught you in the act? That was what I felt, but on a much more ominous level. It's hard to describe it, but it felt like something was dreadfully off about my quarters. I looked to the front of my bed, and saw someone standing there. It was so dark and my eyes were only partially open; at first I could only see the outline. At first, I thought it was my father because of how large this person was; in my young, exhausted mind, I just assumed he was coming to check up on me, knowing that I had been sick.

Then, I opened my eyes fully and looked at where the person stood… and what I saw standing there still horrifies me even as I submit this. There was a man dressed in black robes, and his skin was white, and I mean snow white. His eyes looked like sunken holes in his face, just completely black and devoid of any type of colour or emotion. His whole face looked sunken in; in fact, his entire body was unnaturally bony. Imagine how my father looks, his height, appearance and build; now, try to picture what he would look like if he had no skin or muscles on his body, like he were a literal walking skeleton. That was what this apparition looked like. I would not lie and say that I was not fazed by this – I was absolutely petrified! The fact that I was a mere child, and seeing this ghastly visitor in my room only made this a lot worse.

I was literally stunned into silence, and just stared at, whatever this thing was, and it stared back at me with its lifeless eyes. It did not move at all, but its presence was overwhelming and made the entire atmosphere of my room extremely ominous and heavy. It felt as though someone had opened all the windows in my area and doused my body in ice cold water for good measure; the temperature just dropped to an unbelievable low, and I was trembling. At some point, I had shut my eyes tightly, thinking that I was dreaming, and if I woke up, then the apparition would leave… and that was when something even more terrifying happen.

As I closed my eyes and clutched my duvet over my head, I felt someone yank the covers right out of my hands, and I felt this being's icy, bony fingers graze my legs, over and over. That was when I knew that I could not have been dreaming. I kept my eyes shut, not wanting to see this monstrosity anymore. I could not work up the courage to attack it either – I was that paralyzed. About five minutes later, the spirit stopped touching me; I did not look up until a few more minutes passed. I opened my eyes, and the ghost was gone, without me ever even hearing it exit. I heard no footsteps going back up the hall either. It was as though it had glided out of the room, or had disappeared completely. Somehow, after several minutes of being utterly shocked by what I just experience, I fell asleep again and when I woke up, it was miraculously daylight.

I immediately told father the moment I had the chance, but he did not believe me. He thought I had either dreamt it or simply imagined it, but, I tell you all now that was no dream. I felt this thing touch me, felt its icy fingers on my skin, felt when it ripped the sheets of my body. I had no reason to just imagine something as ghastly as that, even if I were sick. I don't care how many of you want to argue that possibility – this was real, no matter how foolish it sounds.

For nights after that, I did not want to go to bed, which only annoyed father further, with him calling me a coward and threatening me with all sorts of punishments. I became somewhat paranoid, as though someone was always watching me in my bed chambers, with my room's temperature dropping to an extreme low occasionally. Sometimes, a few of my items would turn up missing also, but I liked to pin this on Frieza, who would of course deny taking my things (Frieza's a liar and this explanation comforted me).

However, that night was the first and last time I ever saw this spirit, and it wasn't until a few years later that I began searching for answers. I asked the palace staff who were into the paranormal side of the palace… and they told me they had no idea what or who that was, as there had never been another sighting of a spirit that fit my description, before or after the fact. I truly think that's the creepiest part about this whole ordeal, and to this day I still have no idea what I saw that night in my room.

Whooooooooooo first story! Lol the other one is coming up in the next two minutes! Thanks for reading and hope you enjoyed!