Tales of different events are everywhere. It could be fun, dramatic, confusing, and spine-chilling. And most of the time, there are just stories we will never forget, no matter what.
Probably, those stories are the spine-chilling ones. The tales from other people we heard and, worse, our own encounters. If you have those moments, you are not alone! Check out these people from the Reddit community who shared their creepy and unusual encounters they could never forget.
1. Savior Momma
My friend told me about something that happened to her when she was younger, about 8 or 9. She was walking home from school and got her key out to let herself into the house.
Her single mum worked and came home later on weekdays. As she reached up to put her key in the door, her mum opened it, in a dressing gown, having left home sick.
Instead of greeting her, she looked straight past my friend and immediately said, "Who are you?" My friend turned around, and a man in a long coat hurried back down the path and down the street.
Being ill that day had potentially saved her daughter from something potentially horrible happening to her. We cannot imagine what would have happened if her mom hadn’t been home.
Pterodactyl_eyes
2. Waking Up To Nothing
My uncle is a firefighter. He always has horrific tales to tell. One still sticks with me. He was first on the scene of a car accident.
A log fell off a big transport truck and hit the car following it. The log sheared off the top of the car. Inside was a mom, dad, and child in the back seat.
The child was lying down and sleeping when the accident happened. He awoke to the crashing of the car, only to see his parents' lifeless bodies still in their seats with no heads. That child will never be the same.
Greenskull_RUL
3. The Shattered Soul
I worked as a vet tech a couple of years ago, and this man came in to put down his old dog. Standard euthanasia protocol was used: get a basic history, ask if they want to be present, etc.
When a coworker of mine asked him if he wanted to be a present part, he responded with, "Yes, because I lost both of my boys last week, and I wasn't there for them, and I'll be damned if I'm not there to send off my last living family member."
Both of his boys, we later found out, died overseas. After hearing this, our whole staff went into our euthanasia room and just hugged this man and his dog several minutes past his dog moving on.
Out of my years in the field, I've never heard of such a heartbroken man to lose his animal. He was the first, and it still makes me sad.
iceshard32
4. Strange Noise
When I was about seventeen, I went out back to take some trash out and heard a noise in my backyard that spooked me, so I ran inside.
Everyone was laughing at me until my mom thought she heard something in the basement. Then we all had the heebie-jeebies because we knew the outside door to the basement was open.
My mother decided to call the cops because she was so certain of the noise she heard, which was frightening because she is always the one who says people are overreacting.
After about an hour and a half (at this point, it's maybe 2 am), the cops still haven't arrived, and we've kind of moved on since we hadn't heard anything else.
We were sitting on the front porch off to the side out of the light when this car came down the block slowly, turned its lights off two houses down, and then stopped just after passing our driveway.
We all sat there for a moment, afraid to move, when the driver got out, retrieved something from his trunk, and took off walking down the block.
At that point, we decided we'd had enough of this creepy night and went inside to lock the doors. The car immediately left after we got back inside, and about an hour later, an officer finally showed up.
We tell them everything that happened, saying we probably just heard raccoons in our backyard but that the random car was what we were worried about now. He left, we went to bed. All was quiet outside the rest of the night.
The next evening, around 11 or 12, my mom burst into my room, saying there were a bunch of emergency vehicles outside of our house.
We all go outside; of course, all we can talk about is what happened the night before. After a few minutes, my mom walked down and talked to the news crews to see what information they had. Turns out my neighbor had a man kick on their door and attacked them.
hasitcometothis
5. Wide Awake
My grandfather's second wife was a sleepwalker, the kind that would get out of bed and do things like make a sandwich in the kitchen.
My grandfather became used to it, and whenever he woke up in the middle of the night and she wasn't in bed beside him, he would find her and gently lead her back to bed without waking her up, just as he had been advised.
But one night, he wakes up, and she isn't lying in bed, but instead, she is sitting on the edge of the bed, her back turned to him.
He calls her name to ask what's wrong, but she doesn't answer, and he realizes she must be asleep. He can tell that she's doing something, holding something in her lap, but he can't see what it is.
He sits up, looks over her shoulder, and sees what she's doing, still in her sleep: loading his revolver. Wow, what a moment. It was so scary to imagine.
RileyJohnGibbs
6. The Husband
When I was maybe four and my sister was almost 1, my parents had been divorced a few months, and my mother was driving us from Las Vegas to Wichita to see our grandparents.
At one gas station on the way, this man came up to the car and told my mother, "I hate to see a single mother traveling alone, and I noticed we are headed in the same direction. Do you want me to follow you for a while to make sure you are safe?"
She politely said no thanks and drove off. At our next stop for gas, he again came up under the guise of "checking" on us. He had been following us since the last stop.
While he was talking to my mother, his sports coat blew open, and I saw a gun tucked in his pants. After she again told the man we were fine, she left, and I told her what I saw.
While she was driving, she wrote a note to give to the next gas station attendant saying who we were, where we were planning on spending the night, and that this creepy dude was following us and what he looked like.
Could you please call the law in (I don't remember what town it was) and have them waiting at the hotel? When we got to the next stop, Mom raced in, handed the clerk the note, and sped off with us.
We got to the hotel, and the manager had the cops waiting in one room and gave us another room with a pizza and pop. The man showed up and asked if his "wife and kids" had checked in yet and what room they were in. The manager gave him the key to the one with the police in it. It turns out he had a warrant.
fattyboombaladee
7. Lucky Unlucky Times
Two years ago, in 6 days, I was in a car wreck and almost died. I was driving home late at night, fell asleep at the wheel, and slammed into a tree on my driver-side front door.
I have no memory of what happened for the next couple of days, but I woke up in the ICU strapped to a bed with a respirator and feeding tube in me. I had broken bones in my skull, and my collarbone collapsed both lungs and ruptured my diaphragm.
Every doctor I have seen since then looks at me in shock and tells me I shouldn't be here. The chilling part of the story is how I was found.
Some neighbors of mine were driving home late from dropping their daughter off at a bus that she was taking to camp, where she was a counselor. The bus left late. It was delayed because another couple of counselors were an hour and a half late.
One of them was my best friend from elementary school. After they finally dropped their daughter off, they headed home and drove down a secluded road near our neighborhood.
The wife saw a car parked on the wrong side of the road but couldn't see that there was any damage because it was dark and on the opposite side of the car. They kept driving until she thought she heard honking and convinced her husband to turn around.
I was unconscious. The car was dead, and the horn was found not to be working later. They didn't know it was me until two days later. They saved my life.
cahooter11
8. Sound Of The Train
Oh gosh, so many. My Oma (grandmother in German) grew up in a small town called Wiesloch, Germany, during the Holocaust and WWII.
She rarely talks about that period of her life, but when we ask, she would say things like, "Ya, I had friends who just disappeared.
But we were raised not to ask questions." However, the most horrific story I heard was when she told me she was playing by a railroad track near her home with some friends.
At one point, a large freight train came by. She heard what she thought to be scratching and screaming, but not those of an animal, because she had heard that many times before when the train had passed.
This time, it was different. So she ran home and asked her mom what that could have been or meant. She said that her mom just yelled at her to never ask questions like that again, to stay away from the tracks, and to talk to no one.
TurtlesDontLikePB
9. Shaking Doors
When I was in my early teens, my parents used to go out dancing and left me alone on Friday nights. We lived in a rustic, soporific house, surrounded only by a desolate sawmill and a defunct car garage.
The closest neighbor was about a mile away. I used this opportunity to throw heavy metal albums in their fantastic stereo and play them at an enormous volume.
One evening, I put in Metallica's and Justice For All and went to the restroom in a small corner of the house. "Blackened" was blaring in the distance, and it seemed as if the floor was shaking.
I walked back into the living room and looked at the front door, and I could see the chain on the door pulsating in rapid rhythms. I remember thinking, "The bass on this system is incredible!" Then, during the middle of the song, the chain stopped moving.
man_with_a_big_gun
10. Almost Haunting
When my uncle was four, he visited his aunt's home for the summer. There were really no kids around his age, so he mainly just rode his bike around the neighborhood to amuse himself.
One day, he rode a little too far and got lost, but luckily, a car pulled over and told him that it was okay. He would take him back to his aunt's house. So, my uncle loaded his bike in the car and got in.
The man started to drive, and my uncle, thinking it was one of his aunt's friends, asked no questions. It wasn't until they turned onto the highway that my uncle started to ask the man where they were going that his aunt’s house wasn't near the highway.
The man didn't say anything to him and kept driving until suddenly he pulled over to the side of the road and seemed to think really hard about something.
He then turned the car around and dropped my uncle off at the entrance to the neighborhood. My uncle realized years later that this man had attempted to capture him and, at the last minute, changed his mind. Pretty freaking chilling.
spymachine
11. Foggy Place
The story takes place one July morning in 1982. I was late for my job as a fry cook at a country club. As I raced my jeep over back roads in a rural part of town, I came around a tight bend in heavy morning fog.
And there, standing in the middle of the road, was a man. Pale and sweaty, he was wearing only a pair of shorts and a backpack.
I saw him only for a split second before I swerved and went off the road. But I'll never forget the face. He stared straight ahead, looking me right in the eyes with a wide-eyed, maniacal look on his face.
His mouth was open as if he was screaming, but there was no sound. I got out of the jeep and ran back, looking to take a swing at the guy, but he was gone.
It wasn't until ten years later that I saw him again on TV. His name is Hadden Clark, and he's a known wanted guy. He's the man I saw that morning in Woods Hole. I have zero doubt about it. You don't forget a face like that.
KazamaSmokers
12. Same Fate
One day, when he was young, about 10 to 12 maybe, he was playing outside near a small river with a friend. He lived in southern Wisconsin, so it was probably cold as fudge.
While playing, they notice something strange in the water: a capsized canoe with two guys who were probably fishing, hanging on for dear life in the freezing water. He says they had already turned sort of blue-ish and could barely talk.
So, the two kids get the men out of there and essentially save their lives. It's a big thing in their town. There's a story about it in the local paper and everything. Everyone is happy.
Fast forward about 5 years. My dad is on his way to a concert in Chicago with one of his buddies (the same kid as above) in his new car. Of course, they were young and stupid, and it was the 70s, so who the heck wears a seatbelt, right?
Well, as they were driving past some bar, where there was some big party going on, a mobile home came flying out of the parking lot out into the street.
The driver obviously didn't look at all and was probably drunk. My dad crashes his car head-on into this trailer and totals his car.
The fact that they weren't wearing seatbelts saved their lives; the bottom half of the car was crushed (the crash propelled them forward/upward). Luckily, nothing happened to him or his friend.
Not a scratch, only shock. Just as they get out of the car and try to catch their breath, the propane tank on the trailer explodes, and the whole thing catches on fire.
They die right there on the spot in front of everyone (people from the bar had gathered around). It turns out these two guys were the exact same fishermen he and his friend saved five years ago.
fuckUredditors
13. Long Lost Savior
I took genocide as a class in my senior year of high school. We were lucky enough at the end to have a bunch of holocaust survivors come and speak to us.
One story stood out in particular. A man told us how his life was saved by another prisoner. He was ruffling through some garbage to try and find something edible when a guard caught him.
The guard forced him to kneel, and he remembers the cold feeling of the guard's pistol poking the back of his neck. All of a sudden, a thick fog rolls in out of nowhere.
The guard is distracted for a moment, and then the man hears a loud clang and rapid footsteps. The fog cleared as quickly as it came, and the man saw a bloody shovel on the ground while another prisoner was running away at full speed.
He then told us how he was broken and would never be whole until he saw the man again and thanked him. Fast forward three stories. A man comes in and tells about a night when he went to rummage through some garbage to find something edible.
He sees another man doing the same in the distance and then sees him being found out by a guard and almost executed. He was afraid, but when a thick fog rolled in, he saw a shovel near him and knew it was his only chance.
He hit the guard on the head and ran back to his bunk without any spoils to hide. He then laments how he never saw the man again.
Needless to say, we all freaked out and started screaming that the man he had saved had spoken only 30 minutes before. The two men were brought together after nearly 70 years and broke down crying while sharing a long embrace. They've been living only 4 miles from each other for the past 40 years.
PurpleChyGuy
14. Daddy’s Little Girl
I’m a funeral director, and one day, we had a man come in who lost his teenage daughter. She was a daddy's girl through and through, so he was pretty torn up about her passing.
He bought her the best that money could buy- a nice casket, a good vault, etc. But after she was interred, he kept having these nightmares that his daughter was drowning.
In a bathtub, in the ocean, when a car she was in careened off of a bridge. They were a bit different every time, but the message was always the same.
In every dream, he could hear her screaming, "Daddy help me, I'm drowning." Now, keep in mind drowning had NOTHING to do with her cause of death.
At first, he thought he was just grieving, but the nightmares wouldn't let up. He came back to us, and after explaining the situation, we got a permit to disinter her and move her to another cemetery.
When the diggers removed the lid off her vault (which, by the way, is supposed to keep water OUT), it was filled to the brim with water. After she was moved, he stopped having nightmares.
[deleted]
15. Unlocked Fear
I was playing house with my parents when I was 18 when they went on a summer holiday. I lived in an outhouse and never locked my room (I figured it was safe, and the main entrance was where it was risky).
On day three of being home alone, I visited the local 'haunted' house where a family’s execution took place in the 80's. My friends were making a joke about how weird it would be if something happened to me that night (like most poorly-written horror films).
I thought nothing of it...but grabbed my little brother's baseball bat and put it beside my bed anyway. I went to bed like usual and pulled the curtain on the window (I can see straight through it from my bed).
Anyway, I was asleep, but I have always been a light sleeper. At around 3 am, I just knew someone was watching me and felt it. The silence was deafening, and I was struggling to emerge from my sleep.
I was drowsy, and a part of me was yelling, 'It's just a cat or something,' but I was awake the second I heard the creaky front door open. I was frozen, my eyes open, but unable to move.
I was in shock, or still in sleep or something. I saw a man in my room, staring at me, taking two paces towards me... breathing...and after what felt like an hour, walking out of my room. I crawled off my bed eventually, mustering up the balls to grab the baseball bat, and crawled to the door.
The door was open. And so was the main house. Nothing was stolen, but to this day, I have no idea what happened that night or why, but it was easily the scariest thing I've ever experienced.
midlifecrisises
16. Stepping Out
When I was in 11th grade, my math teacher went off on a tangent about everything happening for a reason and why it is always important to be kind. At first, I was only half listening, but then things got interesting.
When he was a senior at University, he decided that in his last days, he would go around to students sitting alone in the cafeteria and strike up a conversation.
He approached a girl sitting alone and asked if he could have lunch with her. She seemed hesitant at first but then agreed. They struck up a conversation and ended up talking for a while.
She eventually asked him, in a startled way, why he came and sat with her. He explained to her that it had become his goal to sit with people he didn't know. She told him that this wasn't the first time someone had randomly asked her to have lunch with them.
Apparently, when she was in high school, she was very shy and unpopular and usually spent her lunch breaks in the library. Towards the end of the year, a group of popular girls asked her to have lunch with them.
She was shocked and said no at first, but they persisted, and she eventually agreed. They got in one of the girl's cars and drove off school property headed to a restaurant. As they drove down the road, dozens of cop cars whizzed past them.
She went to Columbine High School. It was April 20th/1999. She escaped being in the library, where the majority of the shootings took place because a group of girls decided to reach out to her.
staybig
17. The Other Room
I check into a small hotel a few kilometers outside of Moscow. It is late. I am tired. I tell the woman at the desk I want a room. She told me the room number and gave me the key.
"But one more thing, comrade; there is one room without a number and always locked. Don't even peek in there." I take the key and go to my room to sleep.
Night comes, and I hear trickling water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep, so I open the door. It is coming from a room with no number. I pound on the door. No response. I look in the keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water is still trickling.
I go down to the front desk to complain. "By the way, who is in that room?" She looks at me and begins to tell the story. There was the woman in there. Attacked by her husband. The skin was all white, except her eyes, which were red.
I tell her I don't give a darn. Stop the water trickling, or give me a refund. She gave me 100 rubles credit and a free breakfast. Such is life in Moscow.
kablamy
18. Grandma’s Nightmare
My grandmother's entire life, she had a recurring nightmare. In this nightmare, she would be walking down a long, dark hallway, turning to the left, opening a door, and seeing something terrible.
She'd always wake up before seeing what it was. In her 40s, she, her husband, my dad, and my aunt were on vacation. They booked the hotel at the last minute, so they ended up having to get 2 rooms with 2 twin beds on opposite sides of the floor.
My dad wakes up around 3 AM and can automatically tell something's not right. He calls out in the darkness, "Dad?" No response. He turns on the bedside light. "Dad?" he says, a little louder this time.
Still no response. Getting worried, he slides out of bed and shakes his father. He doesn't wake up. My dad ran down the hotel hallway to my grandma's room and started banging on the door.
My grandma worriedly opened the door, and my dad shouted, "Something's wrong with Dad!" He leads her down the hallway. A long hallway.
To the last door on the left. My grandmother reaches the door, turns to the left, and sees her husband dead in bed. Heart attack. She never had the dream again.
lechero
19. Under The Moonlight
My great-grandparents grew up in a small town located in the lower regions of Louisiana. Raised on a healthy diet of squirrel stew and local folktales, my grandparents were the Cajun stereotype.
When my great-grandparents were first married, they lived in a small house near a cane field. Across the field, there was a Catholic church that ministered to most of the humble bayou town.
My great-grandparents made it a habit to attend church during daylight hours as it was a long walk to and from church unless they walked through the cane. Well, one night, for one reason or another, they decided to attend evening mass.
They walked to church as the sun was setting down below the visible Earth. When they exited the building, it was pitch black. Fatigued from a long day of work, my grandparents decided to walk through the cane and avoid the long path.
The crickets chirped as my grandparents crunched their way through the cane, one right behind the other. They could barely see through the dim moonlight, leaving them to rely on sound and touch.
Working their way through the cane was tiring, and my grandfather stopped to catch his breath. My grandmother bumped into him, and they both froze. Another set of footsteps had joined theirs.
They stood frozen in place, hearing the heavy thud of feet crunching against the cane. My grandfather began to slowly walk, my grandmother by his side. They were afraid to enrage the visitor. My grandmother noted its odd walking pattern. Immediately, fear ran through her.
She began to run, and then the footsteps behind them grew fast-paced. My grandfather took off after her, not wanting to be caught by the visitor. After about five minutes of sprinting, they reach the end of the cane field, their house in sight.
They quickly raced to the door, fumbling to unlock it. A shadow emerged from the cane field, walking on four legs. It begins to run at them as they manage to unlock the door. As they open it, their dog runs inside.
Their dog, Kaiser, trembles as they lock the door once more. Kaiser was usually a fearless animal and often accompanied my grandfather on his hunting trips. His bravery was gone as the door began to shake.
Something was banging and scratching on the door. My grandfather assumed it was some animal. Then, the doorknob began to jiggle. Somebody was turning it from the outside. Eventually, it stopped.
Shuffling could still be heard outside of the door. My grandfather grabbed his rifle and stood guard all night as my grandmother slept. When the sun began to rise, the noises outside ceased.
When they opened the door, it was covered in large scratch marks. To her death, my grandmother claims that she was chased by the Rou Garou (Cajun werewolf).
[deleted]
20. Wrong Trail
One day, when I was about 16, I had to take my brother to football practice and stay there to take him home. Well, during the practice I got incredibly bored and decided to go on the trails.
It was about 8:00 pm, so it was kind of dark. I also usually have friends go with me but I was by myself this time. The trail I was going on led to a creek/river. I haven't been on that trail in a while.
So, I start walking over to the trails. I get about 4 to 5 feet from the trail. I hear these screaming/grunting noises and other foreign noises. I didn't really think anything about it because my town is one of the safest places in America.
Being the curious 16 y/o me, I decided to take a closer look. There is this big opening on the side of the trail, but you can see it from the entrance. I look through and see these guys bald with some pentagram on his head or whatever the symbol is called.
I'm starting to get a little freaked out. I decided I needed to be braver, so I kept watching. I look back because I thought I heard something behind me.
It was just a squirrel though. Then, when I looked back at the people, one guy turned around. I could see his face. He had blood around his mouth.
I looked down and saw what he drank it from. It kind of looked like a heart. I decided I'd had enough, so I said, "SCREW THIS," and I just ran as fast as I could back to the ballpark.
camstacks
21. The Basement
A 16-year-old girl is house-sitting for a family friend. Late one night, when she was alone, she heard a weird noise from the basement.
The noise won't stop, but because she is by herself, she decides not to go down to the basement as fear begins to creep into her mind. She calls 911, explains her story, and tells them not to rush as it is probably nothing.
Within two minutes, several cops are at the door. Four cops make their way down into the basement, and one stays with the girl outside.
She hears yelling, and moments later, a deranged-looking man is brought up by the police. He was found sitting on the washer, banging a machete between the washer and dryer, trying to lure her down.
She asked how they knew he was down there, and they said when she called the police and hung up the phone, the operator heard a second click. He was listening.
Im_Qwinning
22. Sudden Emptiness
A hunter is walking through the woods. It rains and storms out, and he soon sees a cabin in the distance. He knocks a few times, but no one answers.
So he eventually pushes open the door and sees that the cabin is empty, save for a bed and paintings hanging all over the walls, all of them being old faded caricatures.
Quite exhausted, he falls asleep on the bed, figuring that since no one is home, no one is going to mind if he sleeps. That’s what he thought.
In the morning, he wakes, and as the sunlight streams in every direction, he now sees no pictures on the walls, only windows.
[deleted]
23. Back Pain
My grandmother's sister's husband (not sure what to call him) was very sick a long time ago. He was practically on his deathbed.
Well, anyway, he started to get better, but he never left his bed and was in a very fragile state. They tried nursing him back, and he would eventually talk more.
But still couldn't move much. Anyway, my grandma told me that he was complaining about back pains, so they turned him over to give him a full scrub, and she told me he was being eaten alive by maggots.
I don't know how true this is, but I don't think she'd lie to me. That dude died, but they didn't tell him about the maggots.
CellularBeing
24. The Night Baker
My mom used to bake bread and sell it at farmer's markets. Since we didn't have a large kitchen, she would rent space at the elementary school down the road.
Baking was done after work on Thursday nights. Later, it was better, so the bread was fresh the next day. She would bake in the kitchen, and the rest of the school was dark and locked up.
One night, the phone rang, and assuming it was my dad, she picked it up. The person on the other end said, "You called?" She said that she didn't and told them they must have the wrong number.
"Well, I was in the shower when the phone rang, so I *69 when I got out, and the call came from here." She ended up calling my dad and had him come keep her company, and she wouldn't bake alone for a while after that.
Paintedlizard
25. Mom’s Favorite Pie
So when I was 13 (26 now), my mom was dying of a form of liver cancer. We would talk for hours about what heaven is going to be like, etc.
I asked her what her last meal would be (stupid 13-year-old talk), and she told me lemon meringue pie. The last few days, she lost all will to eat or drink.
I was crushed because my dad and I brought her lemon meringue pie every day. A day before she passed, she told me where even I ended up would be our code word.
If possible, I will tell someone I want lemon meringue pie. Fast forward to when I am 24, in Sea-Tac airport, and this lady comes over.
She explained that she was a medium and had no idea why, but a lady wanted a slice of the lemon meringue pie. I explain the story to her, and she validates some other things and continues moving. Crazy chills for me.
Grantme
26. The Last Words
I work as a nurse. While I was training to become a nurse, a group of my friends and I were having a discussion as to whether there was some sort of an afterlife. I stated that I didn't think so, and a few of my friends disagreed.
My instructor looked at me and said, "Well, I used to be like you, but I have seen some strange things in the hospital that made me change my mind." She proceeded to tell us a story about a friend of hers (who was a nurse) whose daughter had terminal cancer.
The daughter was in her late 20s or early 30s. She had a husband and two small children. This was a devastating situation, and she was about to pass any day. She knew this and kept telling her friends and family how afraid she was of dying.
Even though she would be surrounded by her family in her last hours, she knew that she would die alone. Her parents were taking turns spending the night with her in the hospital room along with her husband.
It was her father's turn to go home for the evening and take care of the grandkids. She ended up dying that night, and her last words were, "I'm not afraid anymore. Dad is here with me."
As nurses and other health professionals can attest, people have some strange last words that may or may not mean anything. After the body had been processed and taken to the morgue, the mother went home and found her husband dead on the couch.
She anticipated having one funeral, and she now had to plan for two. It was really creepy. Also, there is a ghost in the hospital of a 10-year-old little girl who was the first child to die in my hospital.
Many patients report seeing her in a white hospital gown. Several patients have been noted to yell, "Get that little girl out of here!"
BigODetroit
27. Help Me
This is the story of how I came to believe in ghosts. When I was 12, my mom dragged me and my friend along with her to a haircut. We were bored and decided to take a walk down the main street we were on and window shop.
There was a gap for a small parking lot just a few stores down. As we walk past, an elderly African American lady waves us over to the car she's sitting in with the door open.
Being that there are the two of us and that she's clearly more feeble, we go inquire what's wrong. The lady seemed a little out of it and was begging us to go across the street to another salon that her daughter owned.
She's having trouble getting out of the car, sees, and wants her daughter's help. Even as we're walking away to begin the task, she keeps repeating multiple renditions of 'Please just get my daughter' and 'I'm stuck in the car.'
We walk over and inquire about the salon (two small, very pale girls wandering into a primarily African American hair studio) and are greeted with odd looks and silence. We get shown to the manager.
She listens to our story and goes from inquisitive to white as a sheet in 10 seconds. We look at one another as if something is obviously wrong. She starts in on us, asking all these questions, starting to grow upset.
When we inquire what we did wrong and why we're not going to help her mom, she tells us this. With a nauseous look and tears starting down her face, she says her mother, just a few months before, had died horribly when she got forced off a bridge and drowned when she couldn't get herself out of her car.
We immediately run back across the street. No car. No lady. Ask the lot attendant. No, no older lady fitting that description had come through all shift. I never could question it again. We thought it was a prank, but the daughter's reaction was too real and candid to be anything but the truth.
injitora
28. The Black Figure
This isn't a story I heard but one that I experienced myself. I was 7 years old, and we (my mom and sister) moved into our new house in Florida. My father had died the year before from complications during a triple bypass.
My sister and I slept upstairs, and in between our rooms was a pretty open area loft. One night, I woke up really late. For some reason, I got up and looked across the loft towards my sister's room, and clear as day, I saw a shadow in the shape of a man standing at the edge of the stairs.
The house was pitch black; there were no lights to cast a shadow. Being 7 years old, I freaked out thinking it was a burglar and jumped back in bed and cried myself to sleep. I woke up a short period of time later, maybe 15-30 min.
I got up and checked the stairs again, and the shadow was gone, so I grabbed my little flashlight and headed downstairs toward my mom's room.
Her door was cracked a little bit, so I peeked through and saw a shadow figure walk around my mother's bed and bend over her.
I shined my light on the floor in front of her door, and the figure juts to an upright position and seemed to look at me, then turned and walked into her bathroom.
I'm an atheist, and I'm not sure if I believe in spirits, but to this day, I have no explanation for what happened other than it being my father checking up on us and then bending over to kiss my mom goodbye perhaps one last time, just recalling and typing this out sends shivers down my spine.
MrTastey
29. Going Out
I was invited to my friend's house one night for some pizza and a movie. He lives pretty much around the corner, and the quickest way to get to him is along a covered woodland path.
It was about 9pm but still light as it was summer. Anyway, I was flying around at home and didn't notice the time. I realized I was quite late, so I quickly got out of the house and started jogging with my friends.
Halfway down the woodland path, I was jogging at a steady pace when a rustle and a black figure made me startle. I glanced behind as I kept on jogging and saw a young-ish man in a big coat step out from the bushes.
I turned my head and ran so fast I built up a sweat. What with the increase in crime in my area, I'm pretty sure I would've been attacked if I had been punctual.
PhatPockets
30. Saving Call
It happened to my mum when she was young. So she was at work, and my dad was at work as well. At some point, she had a feeling something was going on and instinctively called my dad.
As he picked up, she realized she didn't have a reason to call him, but it seemed weird. To avoid embarrassment, she just told him to come to her so they could have lunch together since my dad was out of his workplace.
Anyway, he comes to her, and they have lunch and go on with their day. In the evening, they both watch the news, and there's been an explosion.
At the same time, they were having lunch at the same place my dad had been before my mum called her. That was a close call, man.
ViolaPurpurea
31. Train Ride
I am on vacation in France on my own, and I decided to drink a few in a nice bar just outside of town. The bar was not too crowded, and it seemed not a lot of people were out on the streets that day.
After a nice chat with the bartender, it was getting pretty late, and I decided to head back to the hotel I was staying in. It was 2 a.m. at the time, and since I didn't feel like walking, I decided to take the Metro.
I got in the metro and sat down right in front of three people: 2 guys around 30 years old with a young girl in the middle. They said nothing.
One of the guys had his arm around her, and the left guy was just smiling occasionally. The girl was just staring at me like she wanted to ask something.
She looked pretty sick. It was a 5-minute ride, but after 3 minutes, a guy tapped on my shoulder and said: "You and I are getting out at the next stop." His voice was very serious, and immediately, I felt something was wrong.
I got out with him and asked what was wrong. Then the guy responded: "Didn't you see? that Girl who sat right in front of you? She was dead."
HardeJantje
32. The Fire
My neighbor is a retired FDNY/ex-marine. He told us this crazy story about a mob hit that he responded to.
It was the night before Thanksgiving, and they responded to an apartment fire. The fire was deemed unsafe to attempt a search and rescue, so they doused it and went in to inspect the building.
They identified the fire's source, an apartment doused in accelerant. In the center of the living room, two bodies, presumably a couple, were stacked on top of one another. They were execution-style and then burned.
My neighbor continues to inspect the apartment for more victims, and unfortunately, he finds another tiny corpse in the kitchen sink.
Presumably, the child of the couple burnt beyond recognition. He loses his composure and books it outside to vomit. What kind of person does that to a kid like that?
He regains his composure and steps back inside, where his chief is updating the police on the situation. He hears, "The two victims were shot..." and he interrupts, "Three. There were three victims. You missed the child in the kitchen sink."
He was kind of choked up at this point. Silence. The EMT walks over to the sink and lets out a nervous chuckle. "Charlie, you idiot, you almost gave us a heart attack! It's Thanksgiving. That's their freaking turkey, you jackass!"
Chahles88
33. The Field Man
When I was a kid, I lived on a farm in Northeast Ohio near a bunch of rock mounds that were supposedly Indian burial mounds.
At the time, I lived with my father, stepmother, and stepbrother, Kyle. He and I used to pick berries in the woods that his mother would turn into pies.
One day, we were picking berries out by the mounds when we both got the feeling we were being watched. All of a sudden, something jumps out of the bushes and screams at us.
Now, as I recall, it looked like a midget dressed in filthy clothes. Like a little old midget man. And I got the feeling it was trying to catch me. We dropped the bowls of berries and ran home.
Flash forward thirty years. I hadn't seen Kyle in a long time because our parents got divorced over a decade ago. We got back together for our sister's birthday party.
By then, I'd decided that the whole scary little man in the woods story was just something I had dreamt or made up or something. My wife was there, and I told her, 'I'm going to find out for sure about this damn story.'
I walked over to Kyle and said, "You know, I have this weird memory. I don't know if it's a dream or not. But, we were picking berries..." "... and a little man jumped out of the bushes?" He said.
I did a little research on this last year. The Indians that lived in the area had a legend of a creature known as a Pukwudgie. It looked like a little man and liked to scare/attack little kids. Seriously, wtf?
JamesRenner
34. Two Pajamas
Before my parents had my brother and me (about 35 years ago+), they would give Christmas to a family in need. Anyways, one year, my mom picked a family who lost their mother, so a single Dad and his 2 daughters.
She bought them matching pajamas as well as a doll who had the same pajamas on. Anyways, fast forward to New Year's Eve the same year, and my Dad was on Duty (he was a firefighter) at an apartment in our town.
All the residents of the apartment were outside due to a small fire in one of the apartments. My dad was suddenly stopped by these two girls wearing those pajamas that my mother had picked out, also holding those dolls.
The girls were standing with their father, no mother figure in sight. My dad had no choice but to stop and talk to them, and they went on and on about how Santa had given them "the best Christmas ever."
My dad sucked back tears and later found out it was their stove that caused the fire. To this day, my parents still give to families in need every year.
amy1651
35. The Past Life
She, roughly 12 years old, and her little brother, 3 years old, were playing in the playroom, and out of nowhere, the boy said to his sister, "I was in mommy's tummy twice."
She looked at him and shrugged it off because that's a random thing to say, but then he went on to say, "The first time, I wasn't there for long. I was sick. They came and said I had to leave Mommy. I told them no that I liked it here. They said I had to go now but that I could come back."
"Then The second time was much better, I wasn't sick anymore." The sister just lets him continue playing. She goes to her mom and repeats the story, and her mom starts to cry. Their mother had a miscarriage a few months before getting pregnant with the brother.
evil_froggie_12
36. Girl’s Lullaby
This happened during my senior year of college, Christmas break 2006. I worked for a professor who asked me to house/dog sit for him while he was outta town to see the bowl game that we were in.
He was gone for three days and had a huge piece of land in the middle of nowhere. I invited my girlfriend at the time. He had horses and fishing and a gator to ride around on, etc etc.
So the first two nights went down with no incident, but the last night, his little foofy dog is having a fit. She keeps barking at the back door. At first, we blew it off, but we decided to lock the dog inside in case of a coyote or something.
After a while, we started to get a little creeped out. I kept saying it was probably an animal and we’d be fine. My girlfriend wants to go investigate to see what's outside, so I lock the door behind her (hehe, just kidding).
She went outside and said she saw something small and grey (probably a coyote), and it ran off. So, just an animal, no worries. But by this time, we're pretty spooked.
The dog now starts barking at the window on the other side of the house. We're still trying to ignore it, but we are a little worried. We decide to get into bed. There is an awkward silence, and then I hear it. It sounds like a young girl singing a soft, eerie lullaby.
I don't say anything, hoping that my mind is playing tricks on me. My gf says, "Let's get the fudge outta here." I asked, "Why?" she said, "You didn't hear that little girl singing?" "Ok, let's get ou of here.."
And we got out. I even called someone to talk to me while we walked out to my car. The next morning, I went to clean up the house and such. Most scared I've ever been. Ever.
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37. The Homeless Man
The night before my brother was supposed to be married, he was driving home on a practically empty road. He stopped at a red light, and on his right was this tall man dressed like an insane homeless person holding a huge styrofoam cup to collect change.
Something about him caught my brother's eye, and he decided to give him some money. While he was reaching into his pocket to get cash, the light turned green.
Just as he was pulling the money from his pocket, and three seconds into the light being green, a garbage truck ran through the light hauling ass with two cops right on his tail. And the homeless man was gone.
birdablaze
38. The Hug
Apparently, when my dad was quite young, he got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. In my grandpa's house, you have to cross the kitchen to get to the bathroom.
Anyway, my dad comes out of the bathroom into the kitchen, and things start flying across the room at him, like the kettle and a bunch of other stuff from the countertop.
So, my dad runs out of the kitchen, crying, into the living room. He sees a figure he thinks is his brother and runs up and hugs him. Then my grandparents came out of their room and turned on the living room lights to see what the commotion was.
My dad was standing in the middle of the living room, hugging nothing, and my uncle was still in bed. Whenever I go to my grandpa's house and wake up needing to go to the bathroom, I hold it.
crawphish
39. Kid’s Playroom
About 10 years ago, my dad's best friend and his family moved into a house they had newly built. They demolished the house that had stood there before.
It belonged to my day's best friend's great-aunt or something. Anyways, this house is freaking huge and has a huge ass room on the second floor that at first was used as a playroom/ storage.
At that point, their youngest daughter was a little older than 3. A few months after moving into the house, the little girl was playing in that huge ass room I told you guys about by herself. She went downstairs and asked for candy.
She got it. A couple of minutes later, she came down again, asking for candy. Her mom, of course, was a little suspicious and told her that she had just eaten candy and she was not giving her more.
The little girl then said that it wasn't for her. It was for the boy. The boy? Her brother was at school, and she didn't have any other kids over.
So her mom went upstairs with her to see what was up. She made her way over to the big ass room, and there was no one in there. Her mom asked her if she was sure there was a boy there.
The girl said she was positive, but it looked like he had left. Of course, we asked her if he was an imaginary friend, but she said that he wasn't her friend. He saw her with candy, and he really wanted candy. To this day, I'm scared to step foot in that house.
Sandy_Emm
40. Nowhere Nun
My grandmother lost her husband before I was born. Days after his death, my grandmother, a Catholic woman, went to her church to find comfort.
She couldn't drive, so my uncle accompanied her to the church. As she went inside, he stood at the door and waited for her. She sat in the pew praying, and after a while, a young nun came and sat with her.
The woman talked to my grandmother and comforted her, and even stayed to pray with her for a while. Eventually, the nun departed and exited the church. Soon afterward, my grandmother emerged from the church.
Recalling the nun's exit, she asked my uncle if he had gotten a chance to talk to the nun. He looked confused and explained to my grandmother that no one had been allowed to enter or exit the church the entire time.
He had seen no nun, even though my grandmother watched the nun exit the very door my uncle was standing next to. Then, who was that? Or WHAT was that???
tdog217
41. Old Box Of Mystery
About 5 years ago, I was over at my friend’s house. The hot water tank had just broken, so a group of friends had stopped by to help. Now, his dad built the house a couple of years before.
Everything was new, and his dad and his family had built and installed everything. Well, as we removed some wood that they used to fuel a wood-burning stove, we noticed the cement wall was cracked.
So after the hot water got fixed, his dad agreed to buy us lunch and dinner if we repaired the wall. So, the first thing we did was remove a chunk of cement that was lost.
As I pried it out, one of my friends noticed an old, locked wooden box. So we called his parents down since we had no clue what this was.
Well, his parents didn't know either. So we start to get freaked out. My friend is an only child, and this wall was put up when the house was constructed.
So we got the box and noticed there was a very crude carving on it. It read, "I will be back 3/23/14" So, needless to say, everyone's pucker factor is at 100.
So my friend's dad took the box and put it to the side so we could keep working on this wall. After we finished that night, my friend's dad grabbed some tools to open this box.
After about 20 minutes of working, he took the lock off, and the only thing in this box was a note. The only thing scribbled on this note is, "Why did you open this without me."
So naturally, my friend's dad called all of his family who worked on the house, and they all insisted that they were not responsible for this box.
So, needless to say, next year, everyone who was there that day will be back in that house on the 23rd of March to see who comes back or what happens.
Vinnaht
42. Mysterious Handprints
Somewhere along a coast is a shortcut road for this single woman to drive home sooner, but it only appears when the tide is low.
So one night, she’s driving alone on this empty shortcut road when all of a sudden, all her car lights go out, and it’s pitch dark, and she hears pounding all over the car.
A few seconds go by, and the noise stops with the lights coming back on. She's a little startled but confused about what and where the noise came from.
Figuring it must've been car problems, she shrugged it off and drove home. When she got home and got out of the car, she noticed children's handprints all over the windows.
Since she doesn't have any children, she assumed it was the neighbor's kids, so she tried to wipe the prints off, only to realize the handprints were all on the inside of the car.
Doctor_Pedobear
43. Puzzling Moment
My piano teacher's (and close family friend) niece (Laura) was in a massive car accident with 9 other college students. She was in a coma for months with her family doting on her/talking to her etc etc.
There was another girl (Whitney) who died in a car accident and was buried, and her family mourned. Well, Laura and Whitney looked a lot alike.
It turns out that in the chaos of the accident, they didn't do dental records on the seriously banged-up Laura when she entered the hospital.
As Laura began to emerge from the coma, she was asked to write her name and wrote "Whitney Cerak." Turns out they had been switched.
Laura's family had been sitting with Whitney for months while their daughter was dead and buried under another's name. The Cerak's got a phone call one day that their daughter that they had buried and mourned was alive.
musicandlyrics1993
44. Mysterious Roommate
A guy in Japan noticed that things in his house seemed to be going missing or ending up in places where he didn't remember leaving them.
At first, he thought he was imagining things, but later, he set up some hidden cameras throughout his house. He just wanted to investigate it so badly.
When he watched the tapes later, he saw that after he left the house one day, a woman crawled out of a cupboard and took some food or something.
She had been secretly living in his house, hiding in cupboards and stuff, for almost a year. To me, the creepiest part is that he was probably in his house when he was watching the tapes and must have seen the woman crawl back into her hiding space. So he knows she's in the house with him right now.
JayGold
45. Fishing Tragedy
My dad, his best friend (we'll call him buddy), and his best friend’s little brother went marlin fishing together back before I was born.
They were having an average day. Then, Buddy's little brother hooked a monster marlin. Unfortunately, Buddy's little brother wasn't strapped into his seat but was strapped to the rod.
When a marlin is hooked, they supposedly will dive straight down if they are panicked. So before Buddy's little brother knew it, he was yanked right overboard because he was attached to the rod.
My dad and buddy freaked out and searched and searched and searched until they realized they were never going to buddy's little brother ever again.
The worst part about it is the science behind it. A marlin can dive very deep. Much deeper than the human body will allow the pressure. So, he most likely exploded. Probably the most cringeworthy and saddest story I've heard.
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