Growing up, we will always remember remarkable events in our lives. Some of them are good, and some are not. However, the memory that will always stick is our unexplainable, strange, and creepy encounters.
These people from the Reddit community shared their most terrifying encounters that they will never forget. Just imagining yourself in these situations will surely give you chills.
1. Worst Discovery
A few years ago, I was walking through the woods off the beaten track a bit, and I smelt this really overpowering sweet smell. Being nosey, I pulled back the undergrowth to have a look and found a dead body.
The guy had clearly been there a while and wasn't looking great, all swollen and green and black with various runny bits. The local wildlife had also been dining well for a few days.
I called the police, who told me to wait with the body until they arrived. Being in the middle of nowhere, it took a while for them to arrive, and it got dark. And I just sat there in the dark with him for a long time.
For a long time afterward, I had dreams about him, and he would talk to me and not say nice things. Mainly about how he was angry I had disturbed his resting place, and he wanted me to end myself.
Probably just my imagination, but it was all pretty disturbing at the time. He still turns up in my dreams from time to time, and no doubt he will be tonight after typing this.
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2. Quit Messing Around
A few summers ago, I went for a bike ride around midnight with a friend. We went our separate ways at the end of the evening, and I had about two blocks to ride back by myself.
Because of construction, I had to ride on the sidewalk, but the streets were dead. It wasn't a problem until right where I was about to turn left onto my street. There was this man walking by himself, maybe in his 40s, a little scruffy but not homeless.
The sidewalk was narrow, and I didn't want to freak him out, so when I got about six feet behind him, I said, "Hey, behind you!" And he turned around and gave me this super angry look.
I turned down my street, and he started to follow me, literally screaming about how I was a witch and he was going to end me and all that.
I live right off the corner, and I didn't want him to figure that out, so I decided to do another loop around the block. That's not the scary part.
The scary part is that when I looped back around and looked down the street, I saw him standing on my freaking front stoop, staring out at the street like the jerkward KNEW I lived there.
He saw me ride by again, but he didn't say anything. I ended up going back to my friends, but my bike got stolen from the alleyway by the house two days later.
ari_you_serious
3. Blood From Nowhere
This isn't very interesting, but I woke up with blood gushing down my cheek when I was younger. I didn't feel anything, but my face felt wet.
So I went down to my parents' room, and they freaked out. To this day, we still have no clue what cut my face. It is still a mystery.
But I needed eight stitches next to my eye. We checked the sheets, pillow, pillowcases, edges of the bed, etc. I still have no idea.
JeebusLovesMurica
4. Man In The Dark
I had awesome parents who let me sleep in the living room on weekend nights when I was very young because my sister was a light sleeper, and I could stay up until dawn. But of course, I always end up sleeping on the couch because Nick At Nite made me try.
So, one night, I wake up to the prickly feeling, like an instinct. Just bolted into a sitting position and stared out the front window.
We lived in rural Georgia, so you can imagine the magnitude of trees. In perfect light cast from the moon, I see a silhouette of someone in this tree. The family dog dashes to the window and is snarling into the glass.
Terrified, I ran into my parent's room and tried to explain to my parents that there was a strange person outside. Dad grabs something defensive and darts outside with the dogs to beat the wax off the hot head.
I tremble in Mama's arms until Dad comes home and says he saw no one and to go to bed. I decide to sleep in my regular bedroom.
I fill in my sister as to what happened. Dad is making regular rounds in the house with a cup of coffee. We're all still, and I finally think, "I can sleep."
Nope. I notice the man outside my window. From what I can see in the moonlight, he gives me a shush signal and runs away. Just turns around to run a straight line away. I swear I couldn't stop crying for what felt like hours.
SaintSparkles
5. The Past
When I was a young child, I had the same dream every night for years about drowning when a huge wave swept over me, and I sank to the bottom.
Years later, I had a temp job delivering mail one summer during college. I saw this old lady sitting on a front porch waiting for me.
When I got up there, she looked at me and said in a foreign accent, "You drowned when Oceania sank beneath the waves." Freaked me out.
nopepope
6. Loud Bang
My house sits farther back in the lot than most other houses. It is a strange layout as well. The sidewalk runs the length of the living room and ends at the front porch, which lets into the living room.
Large windows that do not open allow great light to get into the living room, but at the cost of no privacy. The rest of my family was on vacation, and having the house to myself, I decided I would get smashed.
Well, I passed out on the couch in the living room at about nine when I realized I was too scared to walk back to my room. The couch is right underneath these big windows. I woke up suddenly, not knowing why.
I had a severe case of chills, and I could not figure out why. Then the banging started. It came from right above me. I did not move, but I opened my eyes and looked up at the window.
Someone was standing there, pounding on the glass. Without moving, I looked at the cable box. It was around three in the morning.
The banging continues. Then it stopped suddenly, but I still did not move. Suddenly, it commences again, coming from two different directions now.
Someone is banging on the window, and another person is banging on the front door. They kept doing it would not go away. Finally, after about forty minutes, they quit. It was the most terrifying event I can recall at the moment.
It made me a nervous wreck after that. I called a friend the next day to see if he would come over and stay for the rest of the week, and his response was, "What the heck for? So that we can both be ended in our sleep?" Thanks a lot, jerkward.
canyousaythrowaway19
7. Abandoned Houses
I was 17 and had just gotten my license. Back in high school, my friends and I had made it a mission to find abandoned houses to throw parties in.
We had a few good candidates, but the motherload was this house I would pass on my home from work. It was an undeveloped shell of a huge home with a large property in the back.
I had told one of my friends about it, and one day before we went to see a movie, I took him to the house. It was about dusk in summer, so I had my headlights on.
I pulled into the front of the house, and we were there for about 10 seconds, tops before we pulled back to go to the main road.
A minute later, this big truck pulls up behind us with its high beams on and riding our ass. My friend and I took note of it but paid no mind to it as we headed back to the main road.
At the light, I turned right, but the truck cut through the gas station at the corner and blocked us off. Out of the truck comes this big hulk of a man, and my friend and I are crapping our pants.
He raps on the window, and I roll it down. Now, the really freaky part is that this is a busy road, and there is no one in sight. He asked us what we were doing at the house, and I quickly lied and said we were making a U-Turn.
He stares at us for a few seconds, smiles, and sends us on our way. To this day, the house remains unfinished, and I'm convinced it's an illegal operation of some sort.
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8. All Puzzled
When I was about ten, all of my cousins and siblings were over (about ten of us there), and the parents and grandparents were out for an adult dinner.
So it was just the kids sitting around watching a few movies when, all of a sudden, the house shook, and a large flash came from the backyard.
It felt as if a bomb dropped. We all heard, felt, and saw it, and as a pack, we ran into the hallway. The eldest cousins in the group debated on calling the police but opted to call the parents.
After a few minutes, we gained our courage and ventured out into the living room again, this time with weapons (just in case). After a half hour with no other issues, the parents came home and thought we were insane.
There was nothing wrong with the backyard, and no neighbors reported anything. It's been ten years, and we still talk about it, trying to figure out what it was. That has been the scariest thing to happen to me by far.
moostache2258
9. The Call
This happened to me last summer when I was back at my parent's house during the holidays. It was around 3 am, and I was in my room on my computer when I got a call from my sister.
Now, that was already a little bit weird since my sister's room is just down the hallway from mine, and she could have just come into my room. I went to pick up, and the call ended as soon as I reached the phone.
I figured that she wanted to speak with me, so I got up and went to her room. As soon as I reached her door, she started screaming that someone was in the room with her, so I busted in, and of course, nobody was there.
After she stopped crying, she told me that she woke up and saw a dark shadow just centimeters from her face, and that's when she screamed.
So I told her that she called me, she told me that her phone was not in her room and that she was sleeping. Sure enough, her phone is actually downstairs in her purse.
The weird part is that I have the log of her call on my phone, but she doesn't. Never managed to explain this one. It’s the scariest mystery I have.
arthurc
10. Mysterious Warning
It was during the war in London, and my dad was a baby. She was bombed out of her house and was staying with a friend. The friend had set her up in a room on the top floor.
Anyway, she was taking my dad upstairs to bed when a figure materialized on the stairs, telling her not to sleep in that room tonight.
She noped back downstairs and told her friend that she and my dad were sleeping in the sitting room that night. Her friend was annoyed but agreed.
That night, a bomb exploded near the house, and the roof caved in, right on top of my dad's cot - he would have been dead by that time.
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11. Little Girl
My mother told me this not too long ago, but it happened about ten years ago now. When my cousin was 17/18 years old, she was in a car crash and died a couple of weeks later in hospital.
She was really close to my dad's sister (our aunt) and used to babysit her kids, who were no older than four years old, all the time. Our aunt's house was under construction just before she passed away, and it continued on after she passed away.
One day, my aunt got a phone call while she was at work from one of the construction workers complaining about a teenage girl who kept showing up at the house and walking around.
She shows up a number of times during the week, and it has been happening for a couple of weeks. My aunt asks for a description of the girl to see if she knows her from around the neighborhood.
Sure enough, the description perfectly matches my cousin, who died a few weeks before - long brown hair, a red baseball cap, denim dungarees, and a white jacket.
When my aunt got home, she showed them a picture of my cousin, and they all agreed that it was the girl they had seen walking around the site.
This story really freaked me out when I heard it because our family was never one to believe in anything paranormal or have anything of the paranormal sort happen to them before.
hannahryan19
12. Cold Night
When I was in high school, I had a really good friend who lived next door to a house that was always up for sale. People would move out in the middle of the night without a word, and it hadn't had the same owner for more than six months straight for a couple of years.
One night, we were really bored, and he suggested we go explore the house next door since it had been empty for a while. We go around back, and there's a dog door that he can crawl through, and he unlocks the door and lets me in.
The house itself is really unremarkable. It looked like it was built in maybe the 1950s and was a craftsman-style house in an older, nicer part of town (my friend's house was similarly built).
The kitchen had a really nice built-in breakfast table set against a picture window. The house's electricity was off, but you could see the street light through the window. My friend and I sit down on the floor across from this table and just hang out, talking.
Why? Who knows. All of a sudden, my friend screams, and in that instant, my vision goes black. But it wasn't that I just couldn't see. My body was engulfed in this sickly coldness from head to toe.
I start screaming, and I feel my friend's hand grabbing mine and pulling me in some direction forcefully. My vision slowly came back, and I started to warm up when I realized that we were outside under the street light; it was December, and it should have been much warmer inside of that house.
Finally, I looked at my friend, and he looked scared. I was really confused and kind of panicked myself and finally asked him what happened.
He says that as I was talking, a black ..thing.. this figure that was all black and only had the vague shape of a girl crawled out from under the table and sat on top of me.
Apparently, I started groping around with my eyes wide open, like I couldn't see, and he was so freaked out he pulled me out of the house.
We're still friends, and we bring it up every now and then, but the story itself never changes, and it still sends chills down my spine. To this day, I've never felt such blackness or coldness in my life. It was palpable, almost sticky.
For a couple of days afterward, I couldn't shake this unsettling feeling, and I could never walk past that house again. Ugh. I'm scared to get out of bed now.
aigret
13. The Digger
When I was about 7, my two brothers and I were playing in an area that was used as an unofficial motocross place. We decided to dig a tunnel for some reason. Being the extra smart guys we were.
It took a few hours to dig about 6ft in and two feet high. I was right up to the face when suddenly the tunnel collapsed; it was all dirt with no support.
My world went instantly black and hot. By hot, I mean furnace hot. I couldn't move a muscle from the weight of the soil completely enclosing me. I started to really panic, as you do.
Everything started turning red, which I guess was blood being forced into my head. Every breath was getting harder as the soil constrained me more and more.
Even though my hands were near my face, I couldn't move my arms to clear the dirt around my head and also started breathing in the dirt, which made me cough, which made me contract my stomach, and then I couldn't draw breath at all.
This isn't what made me panic, though. The total darkness turning red with the incredible heat made my young mind think I was going to hell. I don't know how long I was buried, but it seemed like an eternity.
Suddenly, I felt something grab one of my feet. My brothers had been frantically digging through the collapse to pull me out and managed to reach me and then pull me out. We never told my parents. I just went home and got hosed down.
forte2
14. My Name
When we first moved into the house, I grew up in, I used to hear things calling my name from the opposite end of the house. Like...I would be in my room playing with Legos or something, and I would hear my dad call my name from his room.
So I'd go to my parents' bedroom and ask them what they wanted, and they'd always tell me that they never called my name. Being a little kid, I honestly started to think that they were playing a joke on me because this happened about once every couple of days.
Well, one night, it happened, and I went to ask them what they wanted, like always. But right as I stepped into their room, I heard my mom's voice calling for me from the living room, which is all the way on the other side of the house.
It was at that exact point that I knew no one was tricking me because I was looking at both of my parents sitting in front of me.
I kinda kept this to myself until my brother was diagnosed with partial narcolepsy. One of the symptoms of narcolepsy is apparently aural hallucinations, so I thought maybe I had it, too.
Went and got myself checked: completely fine. So I have no idea what was calling my name all those years, and I still hear it at night whenever I come to visit and stay over.
WolfChrist
15. Strange Noise
This happened to me and my three sisters at our childhood home! Our mom could yell very loud, and when she'd yell, "GIRLS!" We always came running.
There were numerous occasions where we'd all meet up in the same room because we'd heard ourselves being called to it, only to discover our mother was elsewhere or not even home.
I've also heard specific family members' footsteps walking up and down the stairs or above my head in an upstairs bedroom when I was home alone.
The one incident that affected me the most was hearing my 18-month-old daughter fall from her crib with a painful thud and then run crying to my bedroom... Except she was still in her crib asleep when I ran upstairs to see if she was alright.
sir_stegosaurous_rex
16. The Imaginary Friend
Not me but my sister. So, growing up, my sister had an imaginary friend. She said she was an older lady, and she was nice, and her name was EE.
She talked to her and played with her all that jazz until she was probably four or so, and then it stopped. Fast forward to when my sister was about 10. My mom isn't home. She got a call to go to the nursing home for GPA, so she bolts with Pops.
My sister and I shared a room at the time, and she was in there doing whatever, and I was on the other end of the house. All of a sudden, I hear the radio in our room click on, turn all the way up, turn all the way down, and go off.
This happened three times, so I go in there to be all like, what the freak, kid? Knock it off, and she is sitting in our room, just white as a ghost. I go over to the radio to unplug it, but there is no plug. No batteries...only a radio in the house.
I looked at her, and she said, “It was EE. I saw her. It was EE.” So I called Mom, freaking out, and Mom was so upset...apparently, Grandpa had just passed away. Ok, weird, I drop the incident, whatever.
A few days later, at the funeral, a relative came up to us and gave us a pic she had found. My sister goes, “Hey, it is EE.” It was a picture of my grandparents when they got married.
My grandmother died before I was even thought of...when my mom was 11. We live in the home my mom grew up in. We have no pictures of her at all as my step-grandmother got rid of them all when she moved into the house a few years after mom's mom's death.
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17. The Screen Door
I may have posted this before, but I don't remember. I was in high school, doing homework at the dining room table. From there, I could see the front door.
Our front door at the time had a 2'x5'-ish pane of glass in it, with a lace "curtain" over it. I remember hearing a noise like somebody was on the porch.
It was probably 9 pm or so. It was very dark outside, and the porch light wasn't on. As I'm watching the front door, I can SEE the screen door opening.
It stands open for a minute or so, and there's nobody there - or they were dressed all in black. I'm frozen, waiting to see what happens next.
The screen door just slowly closes. If someone was there, they didn't just let it go. Someone was closing it carefully so that it wouldn't make noise.
After that, I don't remember if I heard footsteps... maybe they saw me watching them and decided to get out of there quietly.
BMFunkster
18. Repeated Horror
Woke up. The clock says 3:34 AM. I'm 17, and in my bedroom, it's pitch black, but I hear some rattling downstairs. Terrified, I quietly tip-toed to my parents' room. Weird, it's empty. Where are my parents at 3:34 AM?
Go upstairs to my brother's room. He's usually awake all night, but while the light is on, no one is in the room. So I guess whatever those noises are downstairs, it must be them. Why are they awake? Maybe someone died?
I go downstairs. In the middle of my living room is what looks like two men stealing our TV. No one else is in sight. I run upstairs as quietly as possible, shut and lock my door. Suddenly, there's banging on the door.
I wake up. It was a dream, and the relief washes over me. I look over at the clock. Weird coincidence. It's 3:34 A.M. I'm shaking, but I decide to go downstairs to prove to myself that everything's fine.
I go downstairs. The two men are in my kitchen, screaming at my parents and brother. I run upstairs to my bedroom and lock the door. Ten seconds later, I heard banging.
I woke up. It was 3:34 A.M. This time, I had actually woken up, and I didn't manage to fall back asleep for about 36 hours.
synaesthetist
19. The Grandmother
When I was 13, my grandmother was dying of cancer, and my mother and I stayed at her house and took care of her during her last few weeks.
One night, at three or so in the morning, my mother ran into my room and told me that my grandmother, who was, by this time, completely bedridden, entered my mother's room, woke her up, and then walked out of the room.
There was no creepiness at the time, just a genuine concern for what my grandmother could possibly be doing up at 3 am when she was literally days away from dying.
We ran into her room, and sure enough, she had passed away. Obviously, given the shock of my grandmother dying, my mother and I didn't sit around chatting about how weird the whole experience was.
But months or perhaps even years later, I asked her about that night, and she has no memory of telling me that my grandmother was up and walking around the house. She doesn't even remember what woke her up or why she woke me up. Gives me shivers just writing it.
madbaddangerous2know
20. The Spirit
When I was eight, my family moved from urban south Florida to a really small town in north Florida. It was like from a Goosebumps book.
A lot of weird stuff has happened in the 15 years since we moved there, but the weirdest has got to be when my sister moved back in with my parents.
My sister's husband had been shipped off to Afghanistan, so she was left alone with a newborn son. Not wanting to go through the soul-crushing loneliness of raising a newborn all alone in a trailer in the woods, she moved back into my parent's house for a while.
She said it started first when the headboard of her bed would slam every now and then. Then, one day, she woke up because somebody was tickling her.
She didn't really think about it until one night, she woke my mom up by screaming(my sister is almost 30; she's not a little kid), and my mom went in, and THE WHOLE BED WAS ROCKING AND SHAKING. Really violently up down, to the sides, like a boat going through white water.
But my mom and sister have been through a lot of things, so they persevered. One night, my sister was nursing her son, and something grabbed her ponytail and started yanking her head around. My mom went into the room and very sternly, like talking to a bad kid.
Mom said, "I understand things are different. There's a little baby here, and there has never been one before. You're curious, I understand that. But you WILL NOT touch them anymore. You can look, you can stay. You were here before us, but I swear to god you are NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH THEM." It stopped happening.
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21. Unknown Figures
About a month ago, I went over to my girlfriend's house. Except I felt really uneasy when I went into the living room. Turns out. They replaced a china cabinet with one of her grandmother’s, who passed away a few months back.
Her grandmother was bedridden in the hospital, and I've never gotten to meet her. I felt uneasy the whole time. Being around her grandmother's furniture made me so anxious and almost sad.
When I told her, she said it was probably nothing. She went to the bathroom. When I went over to the cabinet, it was about 6 feet tall. Dark wood. It had two doors on the side and glass up front. And in the back was a mirror.
I was looking at the teacups and small baby dolls when I could swear I saw someone in the mirror behind me. Just a silhouette. I called out to my girlfriend. But as I did. I heard a shrill screech from the bathroom.
I start pounding on the door. And it opens. She was sitting on the floor. Crying. She said she saw someone in the bathroom mirror.
We booked it out of her house. No shoes. No jacket. Nothing and right to my car. I dove for an hour or so with no destination. When I returned her to her house, her mom was sitting on the doorstep. She said she kept seeing shadows move.
ForgotMyPassworda
22. Just Run
I was on the Manassas battlefield with my father when I was younger. We were sitting on the back of his tailgate, eating McDonald's on top of a hill, looking at some cannons. It was foggy and misty out that day with a slight chill (November, I think).
All of a sudden, we see a man dressed in full Civil War attire waving at us, standing by the cannons (about 50-100 meters away). My dad had a pair of binoculars with him, and we got a closer look at the man.
He appeared to be in a Confederate uniform and was standing stationary, only moving his arm to wave (It was a "come here" wave). My dad thought there was a re-enactment going on and that the man needed help.
So my dad walked down to the man while I watched with the binoculars. When my dad got close to the man, he stopped walking and had a confused posture.
After a couple of seconds next to the man, he turned around and sprinted back to me. He proceeds to throw everything in the back of the truck, and we leave the battlefield in a hurry.
My dad said while walking down there, the man slowly disappeared, and my dad said he got the strangest feeling in his stomach and mad chills. To this day, my dad gets the chills and goosebumps telling the story (my dad saw combat in Vietnam, so he is not an easy guy to scare).
From my perspective, my dad was right next to the guy and never disappeared. We don't know what we saw, but I think it was a ghost.
machine_gun_murphy
23. Relative Ghost
During my first semester of college, my grandmother was diagnosed with terminal cancer. I moved in with her and my grandfather to help take care of her.
She was given two months to live but made it to 9 before passing. Shortly after her death, I would be alone in the house and would see her walking through the hallways or would sense her sitting on a bed behind me in the computer room.
It never freaked me, but it did catch me off guard. Another time, in the same house, a girl I was dating stopped by, and I went out into the garage to get something.
She was waiting for me in the laundry room that was next to the garage. I came in, and we hugged for a moment when we both heard a dog running through the house.
We could hear his feet/nails hitting the tile floor, and the sounds got closer and closer until we saw it round the corner and run directly between our legs through the closed door and into the garage.
We both just looked at each other in disbelief and then left. The dog was one that my grandparents owned many years before and that had passed away when I was two; I only remember it from pictures.
Seen_My_Baseball
24. Kid’s History
There was a local kid a few years back who had dreams about a WW2 pilot who was shot down somewhere in the Pacific. In the dreams, he was the actual guy.
Really weird stuff. He knew everything about the guy... The ship's name, the pilot's call sign, his best friends, his sisters’ names.
He could even recall conversations that the dead pilot had with his buddies. I think 60 Minutes or something like that had a special on him.
I checked all the information the kid had about the pilot, and it matched up perfectly. The kid had never read/watched anything about WW2 before. The kid's dad wrote a book about all this stuff, which is really interesting and creepy!
RaginCajun444
25. The Follower
A couple of friends and I were at the annual fair held at a local park one year. Being 14-year-old girls, we thought we would be "cool" and separate from the large crowd at the fair.
We went by walking along a rather long walking trail that starts at the fairgrounds and travels on for a few miles. Nothing scary.
Well, it was late in the evening, and the lighting was bad. We were sitting at the mouth of a tunnel, which was at the top of a secluded hill when a lady with a baby approached us.
She asked us if we knew a man who was standing at the bottom of the hill near a bench, looking in our general direction. We told her we didn't.
Her response was, "Well, he's been following you for a while. I don't know what he's up to, but you should be careful." Needless to say, we high-tailed it back to the fair.
slitherdolly
26. Brother And Sister
My uncle passed away from brain cancer, but my mom and I were kinda of taking care of him through it. I was not yet a teenager, but I saw the sadness in my mom when she was dealing with his dementia.
He was really rude to her and made me really uncomfortable. For instance, he would call her stupid for not stacking his papers right, flip out, then accuse her of "stealing all his cups," so there were like 50/50 real insults and some just out of nowhere.
They always had a good relationship, so it was also puzzling for me to observe them together in good spirits a decade before.
About a year after he died, we got home to find a few blinking messages on our tape answering machine (the mini tape ones!). We play it, and it's him, my uncle.
The first message was one we had heard before, but we think not too much of it. The second one was one we hadn't. It was him apologizing to my mom.
I recall, "I shouldn't have said that earlier," so it had to have been after one of those times we left his house. Damn, it was so chilling.
I tried to find some date correlation on why it would happen a year later rationally/supernaturally, but we simply don't know how.
SavOnMeats
27. The Doll Lamp
We were living with my grandparents at the time. In my aunt's room was a two-foot-tall Victorian-style doll converted into a lamp.
The lamp would only turn on by holding the doll's cold plastic hand and raising and lowering the arm. The doll stood on a nightstand next to my aunt's bed.
It was facing the door, greeting everyone who entered with a creepy, dead-eye smile. One day, I was alone in the house and wanted a blanket from my aunt's closet.
Luckily for this scaredy-cat, there were two important factors that worked in my favor: (1) it was mid-afternoon, and I wouldn't need the lamp's light, and (2) the closet was located immediately next to the door's entrance.
So, without lifting my gaze, I stared at the floor, entered the room, and turned 180 degrees. Now my back was towards the doll.
I quickly swung open the closet door and reached down for a blanket when suddenly something about the room was different, brighter.
The light was on, and the peach fuzz hairs on the back of my neck were uncurled. I froze for an eternity, then felt my survival instinct kick in and wanted to run screaming in horror, but before all that, I still had to look... man, I wish I hadn't looked.
As I turned to exit the room, I lifted my stupid head only to confirm that the doll's hand was raised and that it was pointed directly at me.
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28. Counted Days
When I was 18, my grandfather was having heart problems. I would wake up every morning and go to his house to see him. I would just talk to him, help him around the house, and watch TV with him.
He has been really lonely since my grandmother died three months ago. I will never forget this moment. It was June 7. I arrive at his house, and my grandfather has the biggest smile on his face.
I was so happy to see him smiling. He looks at me and says, “Guess what? I'm going to go see my wife in 2 days.” At the time, I thought my grandpa had lost it.
Believe it or not, my grandfather died two days later in his sleep. The thought of it is scary, creepy, and disturbing. It is like he knew he was going to die in 2 days.
On a side note, the last two days he was alive, he was smiling and peaceful. I can't explain it, and it felt like he knew something we didn't know.
Frangie
29. Smiley Face
I used to work as a cleaner at my school after class, so by the time I left, the roads were pretty quiet as everyone had already walked home. One day, I noticed this man walking behind me, not too close but obviously following me.
He was quite creepy; his face looked like it was made of plastic, and he had a really subtle smile. Anyway, the first time I saw him, I thought nothing of it.
About two weeks later, I noticed him again, and from then on, I saw him every single day when I was walking home. I didn't tell anyone because I was 16, and I knew my parents would want to start taking me to and from school, and that's not cool.
Anyway, one weekend, I was walking to my friend's house, which was a similar route to the one I would take to school. As I was turning up the main road that he would follow me back from school on, I happened to look over at a minibus that was parked at the bottom of the road.
I swear to god, he was sitting in the driver's seat, staring through the windows at me. I called my friend and made it very obvious that I was on the phone, thinking it might deter him.
But when I next turned around, he was about 2 meters behind me, with that same plastic-y smile. I started to sort of walk/run, and I could actually hear him doing the same, keeping the same pace and distance the whole time.
I was still on the phone with my friend, and I told her to open her front door and wait for me. When I got there, I ran straight in, and we locked up the door. The guy just stood outside her house for about 2 hours, smiling and staring out the window.
After that, I never saw him again, and I've moved away since, but when I went back to visit my parents last weekend, that minibus was still there, parked in the exact same spot!
cloggy
30. Kitchen Ghost
When I was 13, my mom used to drop me home from school and then pick my brother up. One day, I was dropped home and went on the computer like always.
Minutes later, I heard the sink in our kitchen turn on and off and the microwave door open and shut. I assumed that my mom still hadn't left and didn't think anything of it.
Another couple of minutes go by, and I hear my mom and brother come in. I greet them, saying, "Wow, that was fast! You just left!"
My mom was confused and said that she left a while ago. I'm still not sure what happened. I think the scariest part was not expecting that something weird was happening.
dawtroo
31. The Whistle
When I was in high school, I had a class in what was known as the "orange hall," Every day in that class, I would annoyingly hear someone whistling the song pop 'Goes the Weasel,' but really slowly.
Two years later, when I had a class in the same hall, I heard it again nearly every day. Now, my sister is in high school, and her friend said something about someone whistling the song.
I found this strange because my sister is so much younger than me. There is no way the same annoying student was still there doing this every day.
She said she asked her teacher about it, and the teacher said that happens every day around the same time. It's been happening for ten years, and they've never been able to find anyone whistling in the halls.
ilovecody
32. Job Encounters
A few years ago, there was a small plane accident that occurred in a neighboring town. I was part of the county volunteer Search & Rescue group, and when we got the call, I was one of the responders to help try and see if there was any chance of a survivor from the crash.
We found out from the Sheriff who was there that it was an elderly couple and their young granddaughter who was on this plane. Immediately, it went dead silent. You could see the life drain from the other responder's faces as soon as it was said.
Upon getting to the area where the crash happened, it was clear that there would be no survivors from this accident. It wouldn't have a happy ending; there would be no joyful and tear-filled reunion.
This plane was absolutely destroyed. Our lead turned to the group and said if anybody was uncomfortable or not willing to do the recovery of the bodies, there would be no hard feelings or anything held against them. Some people just aren't cut out for this.
About half of the group said they wouldn't/couldn't do it. They helped set up the repelling lines and made some radio calls to other teams that were lower on the hillside, helping us navigate through the broken trees and aircraft parts to get to where we expected to find the bodies.
I'll never forget the feeling of complete, utter numbness I experienced that day. The first thing any of us saw was this small stuffed teddy bear and the blood that had soaked into it.
When we finally were able to get down to the bodies, we had to stop and collect ourselves. It was heartbreaking to see this little girl with such empty, devoid eyes.
She was gone, never to grow up and experience life like most of us had, never to know the joys, aches, frustrations, sadness, excitement, and everything else life throws at you.
onemedicman
33. Dark And Cold Night
When I was little, I'm gonna say seven or 8. I woke up to a banging on the window. At first, I figured it was just the wind and tried to shrug it off to go back to sleep, but I kept hearing footsteps in my room. My room had a large enough area for you to walk in circles in front of my bed.
You know, the kind of noises that are just supposed to be the house settling in. It sounded like someone was circling my room. I used to sleep with the radio on, and at this very moment, it was playing a very sad song.
I can't remember the name of it, but if I hear it on the radio, I get the creeps still. So that really started to scare me. The room also felt as if it was getting colder. At this point, I was really scared. I decided to make a run for it to my parent's room down the hall.
As I passed through the area where the feet were, I got so incredibly cold that I could see my breath, and I froze for a second only to hear the words, "I'm Lost." I bolted to my parent's room, hid under their bed, and cried myself to sleep.
JuicyToaster
34. The Tall Man
This isn't my story, but a former teacher told it to me and swears it is true. She said that when she was a child, she shared a room with her younger sister.
One night, she was in her bed, and her sister told her to look toward the door. She looked up and saw the silhouette of a man standing in the doorway.
She had a light switch right next to her bed, so she turned it on, and there was nobody in the doorway. They called for their dad, and he came in to ask them what was wrong.
They told him what they had seen, and he said it was probably just their eyes playing tricks on them. The next day, my teacher went downstairs and saw her father sitting at the kitchen table, just staring.
She asked him what was wrong, and he said, "Was the man you saw a tall man?" She claims that each member of the family saw the silhouette a number of times over the years.
Each time, it was the same thing: they would turn on a light, and there would be nobody there. I've been creeped out ever since she told me this story.
[deleted]
35. It Was Not Me
In my junior year of high school. I got off a couple of bus stops early to hang out at a friend's house after school. We were playing video games when my friend's mom got a call from mine angrily telling me to come home. I thought I was busted for not coming right home, but she seemed particularly angry and scared at this infraction.
When I got home, my mom, sister, and sister's friend were kind of frazzled and in shock. My mom angrily asked me where I was and what I was doing after school.
She doesn't believe my story of going directly to my friend's house after school and being there the whole time. I'm sent to my room.
A few minutes later, my sister comes in and asks me the same thing, to which I respond with the same answer and ask - why is everyone acting so weird and freaked out?
While I was at my friend's house, my mom heard a voice saying my name from her bedroom window. When she looks outside our backyard, she sees my sister, her friend, and a guy with no shirt on hugging my sister's friend from behind.
My mom swears it was me and goes out back to reprimand me for shirtless hugging my sister's friend. When my mom gets outside, she just finds the two of them. There have only been the two of them out there the entire time.
My mom didn't believe them because she clearly heard a man's voice and saw the shirtless guy out there. She interrogates them as to my whereabouts because she thinks they are covering for me and I am somewhere in hiding.
So, here's the spooky part: My sister's friend came over because she needed someone to talk to. It was the one-year anniversary of her fiance's passing. Her fiance and I share the same name. My mom had no context of any of this when she saw the male figure out back with her.
mudbeast
36. The Strangers
About 25 years ago, I was driving to a friend's house and came up behind a car moving at about 15 mph on a 40mph two-way road.
I move into the opposite lane to pass, and suddenly, the guy speeds up and rams his car into mine, forcing me to the side of the road. That's the scary part.
Here's the creepy/miraculous part: this happened on a Sunday in an industrial part of South Tucson, which is primarily Hispanic.
When my car came to a stop after being forced over by a raging motorist dude, there were two guys standing there ten feet from where I came to a stop: a pale redhead and an Asian.
The motorist was exiting his car to come over and do god knows what to me or my car, with an angry look on his face. He took a look at the two guys and got back in his car.
I didn't stick around long, but I often think about those two guys just standing there doing nothing but looking out of place in an otherwise ghost-town empty part of town and what might have transpired had they not been there.
I'm not a religious person, but if there is an equivalent force to angels in this world, I believe that was my brush with a couple of 'em.
[deleted]
37. Eerie Apartment
I was living in this apartment in Oslo that just had this weird vibe. There were three of us living there: two girls and I. This was a building from the mid-1800s. Several weird things happened there.
It was one of the rooms I didn´t want to even go into. It was cold, even if the rest of the place was perfectly warm. Every time I was in there, thoughts of children crying or being in some kind of peril went through my head.
I can´t explain it any better. I could not stay in there for very long. My room was the old living room, and one morning. I awoke to something growling like a big cat or snarling dog in my room.
I was pinned down in my bed, although nothing was there. I could not move. I was scared. One of the girls I lived with had a cat, and even though it was only a year old, it just suddenly died.
We were just hanging out, and all of a sudden, we heard the cat making these horrible sounds. It was just lying in the bathroom on the floor, tongue out, gasping for air, and making this horrible sound. Then it died. It took like ten minutes.
I moved out of that place shortly after. I´m a very big skeptic; I don´t believe in ghosts, etc., but that place was really unnerving.
[deleted]
38. The Old Woman
When I was a kid, I had to go to sleep early, at about eight pm. I was lying in my bed, staring at the hallway lights, listening to my family laugh in the kitchen.
I was squinting my eyes to see how long I could make the light rays extend out. Then, there appeared an old translucent lady with long, curly yellow hair, and she wore a purple flower dress.
She stared at me with a smile half the size of her face. I kid you not. I tried to scream, but nothing came out. So I placed the blanket over my head and cried myself to sleep.
The next morning, I asked my sister if we had had a visitor the night before. My words probably were, "Did an old white lady visit us last night?" She said no.
I told her what I had seen, and she said it was probably my guardian angel. Thinking of it now, I have to say, "Oh, crap." That's some freaky way to say hello.
My classmate later mentioned to his friends he saw a teenage boy with the same smile, half the size of your face, standing at night in his backyard as he was going to close the garage door. His reaction was to run back into the house.
washi_proto
39. The Window
When I was about ten or eleven, I was living with my grandmother. My bed was in the corner of my room, with the long side against the wall and right up against the window.
Well, I slept with my head towards the wall, and I was usually turned towards the wall with the window. This window was a weird size and didn't have any blinds, just curtains.
The curtains hung in front of the window, so there was a small gap towards the side of the window where you could see into or out of my room if you were standing at the right angle.
I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep when I turned my eyes towards the window and saw something standing there, looking right at me. It was just a silhouette, but something about the way it was shaped just felt wrong.
The head was large, the body was a little too skinny, and the way it was bent over just didn't feel right at all. I tried to act like I was asleep and rolled ever so slightly to try to get a better look, but it stood back up and ran away.
It was tall, too, at least six feet. I hopped out of bed and ran into the living room where my grandmother was watching the ten o'clock news. I told her that I saw someone looking into my window, and she grabbed a flashlight and ran outside.
I followed her, and we looked around, trying to figure out what it was. We couldn't see anything at all, and after that night, we set the curtains further back so they completely blocked the window. Whatever the hell it was, we never figured it out.
GeneralJackONeill_SG
40. Human Voice
My mom and I were on a walk around the neighborhood when I was in high school. It was summer, and there were a ton of frogs making noise, trying to mate.
However, in front of one house, hear what sounds like a human screaming for help. It kept going- like a video playing the same three-second clip of a woman screaming over and over. We shrugged it off initially, as he'd left the TV on, but we felt really weird about it for the rest of the walk.
When we came back to the house, we could still hear the noise. Some of our other neighbors had the housekey to this place- the owner was an old widower- and they went by from time to time to do housework stuff he had difficulty with.
We went over there and told them what we heard and that it seemed kind of weird but was nothing. They agreed to go check on him since they hadn't heard from him in a few days anyway.
The poor old man died two weeks prior. The neighbor didn't hear any sounds besides the damn frogs. Still gives me the creeps to this day.
WyattShale
41. Slamming Door
My Dad and Aunty have told me this is one separate event, and both accounts were the same. When my dad was about 16 in the late 70s, he and my aunty were waiting in my grandparent's waiting room at the front of the house just outside my grandparent's bedroom, where my great-grandfather lay dying.
The room had three exits: one that led to my grandparents’ bedroom, one that led to the rest of the house, and the door that led to the front garden.
And there was no breeze at all, especially from anywhere in the house. My aunty felt cold, so she got up to close and lock the previously ajar wooden door and sat down.
About three minutes later, my grandmother let out a wail as my great-grandfather died, and at that exact moment, as both my aunty and father testified, the sturdy wooden door flew open (swung outwards).
It slammed shut as if someone stormed out of the house angrily. It couldn't have been wind as the way the door opened and closed was exactly how an enraged person would slam a door. I've asked them separately, and they both give the EXACT same details!
Cento100
42. Funny Uncle
One day, I found out my Uncle was in the hospital because his heart problems caught up to him. So my family and I called the hospital, and we talked to him.
He could always make any situation bright; he had the best sense of humor! He was making jokes, and I was trying to laugh as I was crying and trying to put words out through the tears.
We had to hang up before I could say bye or I love you or anything. The next day, we got a call saying how he died and that he wanted us to know first.
The next morning, I just woke right up, and my eyes flew open. I don't know why. I just did. Then I saw an orb banging off the walls and flying around.
I had a feeling it was him, so I asked, "Are.. are you my uncle... Dennis," it responds, floating over the picture I have of him on my wall. Then I hear a whisper in my ear, in his voice, "Because it freaking wanted to, it has his rights.."
That was the ending to our favorite joke that could make me smile any time. It's not so much creepy, but it felt good knowing that he was okay. Miss you, Dennis :)
josh2067
43. Deep Emotions
My fiance traveled all around the states for work, and we lived in Texas. We got the call for another job in PA, so before going out there, we decided to visit our families in CA.
Now, for some reason, I had a horrible feeling, and we got into a fight about going "home." Our families' homes were about 6 hours apart in CA, so we stopped at his parents' house for a night, and I took off to my parents' house with our son the next morning.
I bawled my eyes out the morning I left. I couldn't understand why I was so upset because I'm not a super emotional person.
He held me and told me, "It's not like I'm going away. I'll see you in less than a week." I drove home, and I was there for two days or so.
I talked to him on the phone late one evening, and he sounded really tired. I got off the phone and quickly fell asleep. I find myself having an overwhelming feeling of cold.
Like I'm all alone, and sorrow and blackness are enveloping me. It was the scariest feeling I've ever experienced. The next day, I tried in vain to reach my fiance by phone.
I get the most heartbreaking phone call ever at about 6 pm. He was gone. Passed away in his sleep from heart disease-related problems. I felt him leave me. I know this now. It was creepy and scary, and I could never shake the feeling. I miss him every day....
NiktotheE
44. The Light
I was around 13-14 and in my upstairs bathroom. Being lazy, I decided to go in without turning the light on since the hallway light dimly lit the room.
From the bathroom, I can see the woods in the backyard, kind of like a hill that went up into a sparsely populated second development behind mine.
Anyway, I'm taking my glorious piss when suddenly, out of the forest, I see a light, not a direct light, like somebody shining a flashlight facing away from me, like an indirect illumination.
I look at it and think, "What the heck is this?" It doesn't move. It just appears and is motionless. I kinda figure it might be a tracker light that was kicked on by movement and continued about my business.
The light was still on a good minute later and still facing away, and I walked up to the window. It turns completely around, like a flashlight. It's widespread and slowly focuses and sharpens as it shines directly at me, and it's a good quarter mile away.
It's a steady stream of light that starts slowly moving towards the window and is extremely bright. I can see its reflection in the glass, but it doesn't light the room up, just a bright light directly on me.
To give you an idea, this is a third-story bathroom, with a good 40-foot drop to the ground and a hill that goes up alongside it, a quarter mile away.
And this thing came at the window like it was running on solid ground. I run to turn the lights on. The second I do, it disappears, and to this day, I still don't know what exactly it was.
TheFinoodler
45. Controlled Body
When I was 13, I lived in a small town in rural Zimbabwe. We had a large, single-story house with a massive garden surrounding the property.
On one side of the house, the garden narrowed between our house and the fence of the neighbor's house. At the end of this narrow section was an empty, decrepit, cement-lined pond that I had recently cleared of rubble and plant life with the plan of eventually filling it again.
One afternoon, my friend Dan and I were messing around in the garden, and for some reason, I found myself running down the narrow section of the garden straight towards the pond.
It was a Mozambique Spitting Cobra, a large, aggressive, and extremely venomous snake that wouldn't hesitate to bite or spit at threats, like a 13-year-old boy running past its new home in the wall of the pond, for instance.
Suddenly, and for some reason that I can't really articulate, dread and fear washed over my body like a thousand needles raining from the sky.
I stopped dead in my tracks about 2 meters from the pond and found myself staring at it breathlessly, motionless. From the crack on one side of the pond, a long snake, perhaps a meter long, emerged 3 or 4 seconds later.
I slowly backed away, and the pond was refilled with sand the next day. To this day, I don't know what it was that stopped me dead in my tracks, but if I continued, perhaps I wouldn't be here today.
rushbington