In life, there are events and unusual things that we tend to experience that are just unexplainable. It might be either a creepy or wholesome experience. However, you are currently diving into the creepy side of those events.
These people from the Reddit Community shared their REAL LIFE creepy experiences. You might want to have someone read this with you. Check out these mind-boggling stories!
1. Mysterious Call
A few years ago, my brother would get a call on his cellphone around 2:00 - 3:00 A.M. every night. He would answer the unknown calls, and it was this hellish-sounding noise.
It was like static mixed with screams. At first, it creeped him out a lot, so he changed his cellphone number after a month.
Luckily, it stopped. Then, after a week or so, it began again. It was the exact same noise. Exact same time. Finally, one day, he decided to backdial the call. It was an old man who had no clue what he was talking about. Still, the calls persisted.
If he did not answer, it would call a few more times. No messages were left. He decided to say screw it. Ended his contract with his phone company, switched to a new one, and then got another new number.
You guessed it, the screaming static calls continued after a short delay. By this time, he was terrified every night. He was unsure why this was happening.
He back-dialed the number again and got a different person. Around this time, he lost his job and his phone. The calls stopped, of course.
His phone was disconnected now. So, one day, my mom asked me to listen to this weird message she got on our home phone. It was the static screaming.
We showed my brother, and he was freaking out. He back-dialed the number again, and it said the number was disconnected this time.
I have never heard from it again after that.
Mastrius
2. Hunger Rescue
This happened to a friend of mine - she told me about it a year or so ago. We'll call her Minji. Minji is in her late 20s and works as an English tutor in South Korea.
One evening, a few years ago, she was tutoring a high school boy. They were up studying pretty late, and the buses stopped running.
Being a long way from his house, the boy asked if he could crash on her floor overnight and get the first bus the following day.
Minji was very reluctant because inviting a teenage male student to stay the night didn't sound like a great idea. Still, he begged her, and eventually, she relented.
They went back to her one-room apartment, and she got into the bed while he laid a blanket out on the floor. They both fell asleep. A few hours later, at maybe 2 am, the boy wakes Minji up.
Boy: I'm really hungry. Let's go get some food.
Minji opens her eyes and looks up at him in disbelief.
Minji: Food? Now? It's 2 am. Go back to bed.
Boy: No, I'm so hungry. Let's eat something now.
She tells him that there's some ramen in the kitchen, and he can fix himself some. This doesn't satisfy him - he doesn't want ramen. There's a 24-hour place just down the road, so let's go there.
Eventually, after several minutes of persuasion, the boy gets Minji to come with him to the restaurant. They leave the apartment and head out. As soon as they're on the street, the boy turns to Minji and says,
Boy: I'm not hungry. I woke up in the night and looked under your bed. A man is sleeping there.
They call the police and discover that a homeless man had been living in Minji's apartment, sleeping under her bed, for over two months.
The boy only saw him because he was lying on her floor, so he had a clear view under the bed.
The police arrested the man, and thankfully, there were no other issues, but that's by far the creepiest thing that's ever happened to anyone I know.
Adacore
3. Unknown Noise
When I was in eighth grade, I went on a school trip that was called the Louisiana Tour. It was mostly going around to significant sights in south Louisiana.
One of the places we went was Myrtles Plantation, which is considered to be one of the most haunted places in the country. There are all kinds of stories about the place.
At one point, we were standing in a room as a part of a larger group, and the tour guide was talking about something. I don't remember what. As I'm standing there, I start to hear what sounds like someone hitting a piano key.
After hearing it a few times, I started looking around for the noise source. I didn't see a piano, but I kept hearing it. So I asked my friends standing near me if they heard it, and they said no.
When I heard it again, I said there was it again and that they must have heard it. They thought I was crazy. So I went back to looking around the room.
Everyone's eyes were on the tour guide except for one woman. She caught my eye and pointed at me and then at her ear with a questioning look.
I realized she was asking if I heard it, too, and I nodded. At this point, the tour guide starts telling a story about a soldier who had died there. He played the piano.
Multiple guests had reported hearing him playing in the night. I honestly didn't know what to think, and I guess I still don't. I talked to the woman as we were all leaving the room.
She had heard the exact same thing as me, but her husband and son had not heard it.
scribbling_des
4. The Doll
I work at the Myrtles Plantation, and I have so many of these stories and events that visitors tell me. The creepiest one, in my opinion, is that you can sleep at the Plantation, kind of like a bed and breakfast.
Well, we have a room filled with those creepy ceramic dolls. I know you know where this would go. Well, there was one doll that was one of the children's favorites and was always in bed with her at night.
It is not unusual for some kids to like those dolls because it was still a doll. The child later died (too long to explain), and the doll stayed on the bed with her.
All of us knew that it was the doll that the kid loved the most. When we started to house guests at the Myrtles, we kept the doll on the bed in memory of the child.
The first night, when someone slept in the room, they moved the doll to get more comfortable. In the morning, the doll was back in the bed with its hands on the guest's throat.
She came out outraged, accusing us of doing something in her room. However, no one went in or out of her room that night.
The next guest also moved the doll, and when he was sleeping, he heard tapping on the wood floors. He woke up and noticed the doll on the floor where the sound was coming from.
Everyone who stays in the room and moves the doll, the doll will come and go back to its bed.
abderp1022
5. Creepy Shadow
When I was growing up, one of my best friends told me about a very creepy situation involving him, his younger brother, and a man in the window.
Our circle of friends was always frightened and baffled when hearing that story. So, what happened was when my friend and his little brother were younger, they shared a bedroom.
They're some years apart, but his younger brother was born with a multitude of different health issues, including multiple sclerosis, and he's confined to a wheelchair and cannot care for himself.
So, to keep an eye on him overnight when his parents couldn't, they shared a bedroom. One night, my friend randomly woke up for no particular reason.
He happened to glance over at his younger brother. He noticed something very startling: a strange silhouette of a man wearing a top hat looking in through the window behind his younger brother's crib.
My friend jumped up and turned the light on, then ran into his parent's room to tell them what he saw.
When his parents came back into their room to investigate, his younger brother was having a seizure in his crib.
A few of his family members say it was his younger brother's guardian angel standing in the window that night; my friend believes it was death.
It's all still pretty unsettling to me.
StinkyRaptor
6. Imaginary Friend
When I was younger, I had an imaginary friend who lived in this massive antique dresser. We'd chill out, and I vividly remember him telling me stories.
However, I have no recollection of what they actually were. I remember one day talking to my parents about it, and when I started telling him about my dresser buddy.
He wanted to know his name. It was something innocent like Peter or Patrick, but I can still see him going white in the face. I drew Peter/Patrick out for him, and the very next day, he and my uncle took out that dresser and burned it.
It wasn't until a few years later that I found out my Dad's little brother (my uncle) also had the same friend with the same name who lived in the same antique dresser.
After a few months of a typical imaginary friend, my uncle started having night terrors. He couldn't sleep because of him. It got so bad that they had to move him out of his room before he managed to get back to normal.
To everyone asking what he looked like, I remember a tiny old man. It's not like old man tiny but kid-sized tiny. He had very large hands and long fingers.
This, in turn, led to how I draw people. Even today, hands always come out longer and larger than what they would normally be. It smelled of wood, mothballs, old clothes, and what I now know is mold.
TonyFX
7. Girl On The Wall
When my son was about 3, he had an imaginary friend in his room who he used to talk to all the time.
He would tell us stories about things she would tell him, and we'd hear him chatting to her at bedtime. We thought it was pretty cute. But shortly, we realized something was really going on.
After a few months, my son said he wasn't friends with her anymore. We figured he was over his phase of "seeing" her, so we were surprised to hear him still talking to her at night.
Then he started not wanting to go to bed and having really bad dreams. My husband and I started to worry about him, and we were so clueless about what was happening.
We just stayed with him throughout the phase. At some point, we ended up asking a lot of questions about her to know what happened. We had assumed she was a little girl.
But apparently, she was 47. She lived in the wall, and he stopped being friends with her because she wanted him to call her mummy.
She wanted him to come and live in the wall with her. He had told her he didn't want to talk to her anymore, and she wouldn't go away.
We eventually moved house, and he stopped talking about her. The funny thing is when I was pregnant with him (living in the same house).
I used to have dreams about a lady sitting at a dining table in our bedroom, except it was obviously a different era. The room was not a bedroom at the time.
The lady used to knit and make me listen to her giving me parenting advice while her two 20-ish-year-old sons sat at the table quietly.
ThriftShopKnickers
8. Cancer Survivor
I was once featured in a St Jude's survivor newsletter when I was about 5 years old in the early '90s. The newsletter went out across the country and apparently into Canada. There was this guy named Mitchell who called my family up out of the blue because he had read my cancer survival story.
He lived somewhere in Canada and claimed to be this big-time Christian who wanted to talk to me about God and prayer. My mom let him talk to me for whatever reason, and the guy actually just wanted to talk to me about ALF.
This Canadian dude named Mitchell was obsessed with ALF and somehow got a hold of our mailing address and sent me tons of ALF merchandise: coloring books, pencils, ALF, everything.
For some reason, my parents let him talk to me whenever he would call because they bought into his God stuff and liked how he sent me ALF crap.
This went on and off for about a year until he asked me if I had ever heard of John Wayne Gacy. He told me who he was and that he had escaped him when Gacy tried getting him when he was a kid.
He told me I should tell my parents they shouldn't trust strangers because you never know who you could really be talking to. I remember he didn't sound menacing when he said it.
Of course, my parents freaked when I told them that, and they changed numbers and called the police. They never really did anything since the guy did live in Canada by all accounts and hadn't really threatened me.
Also, keep in mind Mitchell somehow had our mailing address and knew exactly where we lived. We had planned on moving soon anyway, though.
Fast forward 10 years to about 2001. We live in a new house, a new state, everything unlisted. I'm now 15. What did we get in the mail? Yes, you guessed it, a freaking ALF coloring book.
rmarti78
9. One True Friend
Hard to say what qualifies as creepy. It could maybe be seen as heartwarming. I don't know. My mother swears this is a true story, and frankly, I don't see why she would lie about it.
My mom had three kids. There's me, the youngest, and my older brother - but before either of us was born, there was Jonathan. He was a sweet little blonde boy with big blue eyes, known for accidentally repeating Dad's swears in church.
Wholesome kid, great in school, active outside. When he was almost six, he was riding his bike and fell and hit his head on a rock. He got up and said he felt fine.
My mom found him in his bed the next morning when she tried to wake him up to get to kindergarten. One pupil dilated and the other not. She got him air-lifted to the nearest hospital.
During this time, Jonathan's best friend Nick was sitting at the breakfast table eating cereal. Nick suddenly gets up from the table and goes to the door.
When his mom asks him what's up, Nick says that Johnny is calling for him. You see, Nick and Johnny lived on separate blocks, but they weren't allowed to cross the street without a parent yet because they were still fairly young.
But they lived close enough to call to one another to come out to talk at their respective street corners.
So Nick goes out to the street corner while his mother receives a call from mine that Johnny was just declared dead in the hospital (idle brain aneurism that was triggered by the fall).
Nick's mom can hardly handle this news and is now wondering where her son went. But Nick comes back a few minutes later and says that he heard Johnny calling to him, but he wasn't at the street corner when he looked.
Then, he sits down to continue eating his cereal.
When his mom asks Nick what Johnny is saying, Nick says he has come to say "Goodbye." My mom told me this story when I was young, but it's stuck with me.
SlutRapunzel
10. Painted Toenails
Background info: she and her (now) husband are house-sitting for my brother-in-law's uncle. The uncle is old and starting to lose it. He rents out a basement suite and a lovely lady lives downstairs.
She cleans the house when she’s there, but he wanted my brother-in-law to come check on things and feed his old cat once in a while.
Okay, so the first day they go to the house sit, they get in but can't find the cat to make sure it's okay. My sister has cats and knows they like to hide when they’re dying, so they’re all worried and are looking everywhere for this cat.
Looked in all the rooms, under the beds, and everything. Even check with the lady downstairs. She hasn't seen it. So my sister opened up the closet in the spare bedroom and looked around stuff on the floor.
Moves a couple of things and sees a set of feet on the ground in the closet, with clothes blocking anything above the feet. The feet have nicely painted toenails and look human, but she assumes it is a doll or something.
They look in a few more places, and all of a sudden, the cat is in the middle of the living room, just hanging out. So they lock the deadbolt and leave.
Sister and her boyfriend go out for dinner and a movie, and she couldn’t stop thinking about the feet and how real they looked. My sister had started dating her boyfriend fairly recently.
She didn't want to seem crazy, so she didn't bring it up, but a few hours into the night, she decided she needed to tell him. He decides it's probably a doll, but he offers to return and check anyway.
When they arrive, my sister will only stay on the patio because she is scared, making him realize that this must be serious.
They go to the door, but the deadbolt is now unlocked, and the handle is locked. Now he thinks there must be someone in there. There is a fireplace at the door, so once he is in there, he grabs the sharp poker stick from the fireplace tools and starts to sneak toward the closet.
He opens the closet and sees the same set of feet with painted toenails on the floor. He pokes it lightly with the fire stick, and the toes scrunch up. He smacks the foot as hard as possible with the sharp stick and yells, "Get out of there!"
Out comes a lady in her mid-30s, holding the cat and a can of coke. Turns out she was friends with the basement tenant. When she became homeless, the friend let her stay with her until she found out she was into crack.
Started leaving substances around the house and had shady people coming into the house, so she kicked her out. Somehow, she got a key upstairs and stayed there while the uncle was gone. Police were called, and she was arrested.
captaindigbob
11. Part of A Story
Near Halloween, my friends and I were telling ghost stories. My friend said she would tell a story about her parents' first date. She said she didn't like telling the story since it was true, but we prodded her on.
To cut to the chase, the parents had spent a nice, if awkward, first date, and around the time that they would have said "good night," the male in the situation--my friend's dad--suggested that they go for a midnight hike up Provo Canyon.
He apparently knew the place since he had done much rock climbing there. So the two drove up the mouth of the canyon and started hiking under the light of the stars since it was a new moon.
At some point, the male starts getting a "bad feeling" since the pathway ahead, which would pass under some trees, would be dark and because it was getting to be quite late. He ignores the feeling and presses on.
In later rehearsing of the story, the female would say that she had felt the same feeling at what was probably the same time, though she didn't know the trail like he did.
A minute later, the feeling came back to the male. He ignored it again and started walking a bit of the way into the trees when his foot hit something "soft" in the middle of the path.
Under the trees, it was too dark to see just what this soft thing was, and the feeling came back stronger than ever. Instead of finding out what his foot had bumped into, he and the female both agreed to hightail it out of there…
Years later, after being married for some time, they were watching an interview with a famous wanted person. In response to a question asking him to describe the time that he felt the closest to being caught.
He explained about the night that he lured a girl into Provo Canyon and had just ended her when he heard some people coming up the trail.
He explained how he hid in the trees just in time, only to watch some guy walk right into the body and, for some reason, just turn around and walk away.
sixpintsasecond
12. The Neighbor
When I was younger, my family was extremely poor and lived in an ancient mobile home on some land my grandpa owned. This piece of land was in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere Texas and covered in woods.
The town itself was your typical small country town where football was king, and there was nothing to do but get drunk or high on the weekend. It was also the type of town, along with it being the early 90s, where one didn't typically have to worry too much about locking their doors or setting an alarm.
Our trailer was a two-bedroom, and my parents, always putting us kids ahead of themselves, slept in the living room on a fold-out couch. My room was directly connected to it, and my sister's room was down a hallway past the kitchen and bathroom at the other end of the trailer.
One night, after everyone had gone to bed, my dad was woken up by the feeling that there was someone in the room. He looks around a bit and sees a large male figure sitting in the easy chair just feet from the bed.
My dad quickly flipped on the light switch next to his bed and saw it was a neighbor from down the road named Carter. Carter was known to be a frequent substance user and was often in trouble with the law because of this.
My dad asked him what the heck he was doing here and told him to get out, and he responded.
Carter: I can't get out. The demons are chasing me; your house is the only safe one.
My dad, who I should be a fairly large and terrifying person, responded that if he didn't get out and get out quickly, the house would be a lot less safe for him.
Carter: If I leave, they'll get me! They've been chasing me all night. If they catch me, I'm dead.
My dad's response was that there were no demons but that if he didn't get the fudge out of his house, he'd be dead. From what I've been told since I was asleep for this part, my mom also hurled a few threats, and while she may not be big, she was equally as terrifying.
I believe it was her anger that finally scared him off. My dad got up and locked the door and watched through the blinds as Carter decided since he couldn't outrun the demons, he'd steal our old beater Suburban that my dad always left the keys in.
He drove around for about an hour. We called the police, and it took them about that long to get out to us since the closest police station was about 20 or 30 minutes away. He finally brought it back and was arrested and taken to jail.
He was deemed crazy and ended up locked in a mental institution. The scarier part is that for years after this, we'd get phone calls where all we'd here is music that would have lyrics like "I'm going to freaking end you!"
These calls lasted for years and followed us from house to house even though we always had different numbers and would even be in different states. We always thought it was him sending us a message. The calls stopped when I was about 12.
thepwnydanza
13. Call of Goodbye
Around the time I was 19, I was deployed to Iraq. My unit worked with bombs, and honestly, I didn't know I would make it home intact. About halfway through my tour, the Red Cross notified my unit that my father was terminally ill. Within a week, I was on a plane back to the States.
Now, my dad being ill was something I had grown used to. He was strong, though, and I never expected to actually lose him. I lost my mother when I was 7, and my father's lungs had collapsed shortly before then.
He was on oxygen and needed a wheelchair to go anywhere. Medication by the handfuls was needed every few hours. He gained weight from limited movement, developed diabetes, and had already beaten cancer once. I never expected to lose him, and he wasn't the type to ever give up.
I arrive home, head to the hospital, and he assures me he's fine and they're overreacting. I visit him every day I'm there, but he tells me he'll be fine by the time I get home "for good." I reluctantly go back overseas. I call his hospital whenever I have a few minutes of free time, and we're near a call center.
My deployment finished, and he kept his promise. He comes home from the hospital because he says he doesn't want to die there. He gets worse and goes back. The family all visits, but we know he isn't improving.
One day, I'm at home and the phone rings. It's an unknown number, so I won't answer. It goes to the answering machine, and a very raspy voice mumbles, "Call the hospital." It's my dad.
I grabbed the phone, but he already hung up. So I called. They tell me he's been intubated for the past couple of hours, and he just started going into cardiac arrest.
He's non-responsive, and we need to come say our goodbyes. I argue that he just called me, and she says that's not possible. They've been working on him for some time now. I hung up and told my family the news.
My sister and I stared at the answering machine. We played the tape again and again. That was the last time I heard my father's voice. I'm a skeptic. I don't believe in the paranormal or ghosts, and I cannot come up with any logical explanation. I still get watery-eyed thinking about it.
Tragedyx
14. Strange Visitor
A few years ago, I went to a Christmas party. That night, my housemates went home earlier while I decided to stay and get in the Christmas spirit with a few other friends. I ended up getting pretty hammered and got home around 3 am.
Instead of going straight to bed, I got another beer inside, then went out to the back porch to have a smoke and look at the stars. I was outside for a couple of minutes when I saw the light in the kitchen go on. My housemate came out and looked at me out the back.
I waved and generally looked like a drunk idiot. I thought he would come out and get a debrief on the rest of the evening, as we had some good laughs that were irrelevant to this story. Anyway, he just gets a glass of water and goes to bed.
I finished my smoke and beer, and so did I. The next morning, we were re-hashing the previous night when he mentioned getting up and seeing me having a smoke out the back.
Friend: Who came back from the party with you last night?
Me: No one, dude. I was out there alone."
Friend: Nah, man, there was someone out there with you, behind you on the porch, when you were looking inside waving. I did not come out 'cause I thought it was some random friend from the Christmas party I didn't know and couldn't be bothered making introductions.
To this day, he stands by this version of events. Whoever it was must have been standing close behind me the whole time. I saw no one and heard nothing. Gives me the willies every time I think about it,
kb81
15. The Siblings
When I was three or four, we lived in a 1950s ranch house my parents bought at a sheriff's sale. It was kind of run-down but a bargain because it was only a few blocks from my grandmother's home, on the same block as my sister's school, and my dad could be at work in 5 minutes.
There was a utility closet where the side door came into the house from the carport. It housed the hot water heater, a furnace, and a trap door down to the crawlspace below the house. The utility closet was in a short L-shaped hallway between the kitchen and the den, which we used as a family room.
I remember the crawlspace always had a "dirty water" smell. The crawlspace floor wasn't poured concrete but was composed of loose gravel. My sister would be at kindergarten all day, so it was just me and my mom until it was time to walk to the school to get her.
I would play alone in the den while my mom decorated cakes (her side job) in the kitchen. My mom would hear me conversing with my toys in the den. One of my favorite things was to make a "cave" by lifting the legrest of the recliner and playing with my toys underneath.
It used to annoy my mother because I never put it back down. One day, she asked me why I always did that, and I told her,
Me: Because the light from the big window hurts their eyes.
Mom: Does the light hurt your toy's eyes?
Me: No. The two little black boys who come out to play with me.
That freaked her out, so she talked to my dad about it, and they asked me more about it. I told them I had two friends named "Poomie" and "Punkie." They were two little black boys who lived under the heater in the utility closet.
Poomie always wanted to play, but he had to drag Punkie along with him because he never wanted to come, but they weren't allowed to ever be apart. They were both terrified of my dad, and they would disappear back into the closet when they would hear him coming.
Since my dad was home at night, they were too afraid to come out. So they would fall into the crawlspace until they were under my bedroom. Sometimes, they would whisper jokes to me through the floorboards, but I mostly heard them moving around in the gravel.
It ended when my mom found me sitting in the utility closet with the door shut. I told her that Poomie and Punkie had to leave because a "Raggedy Man who walked along the train tracks at night" almost found them. They saw him in our backyard, trying to peek through the screen door.
So they crawled into the furnace, turned to cinders, and flew out through the chimney.
throw_throwaway_now
16. Lights On
About four years ago, I was sleeping and woke up randomly to see a person standing next to my bed. This person was clearly female but very petite -- perhaps a teenager or just tiny in stature.
She was facing away from me and had her shoulder cocked up to her cheek, like the way you sometimes see people holding phones. Her hair was in a low ponytail. There was nothing surreal or ghostly about her.
She appeared exactly as you would imagine a person would if you were to wake in a dark room, somewhat illuminated by moonlight. There was no mistaking the fact that someone else was standing only a couple of feet away from my bed.
pizzaplustequila
I jolted upright immediately. Shock is putting it mildly. I remember my heart was POUNDING, POUNDING, POUNDING. The worst part about it was that she heard me sit up and react, turning her crooked head around to face me as if equally surprised to see me as if I were her.
I was so scared I actually closed my eyes, like they do in the movies, thinking that when I opened them, she would be gone, and I could chalk it up to some kind of half-dreaming state. Nope. She was still there, staring at me. I started to fumble for the lamp on my nightstand.
It felt like a god darn forever -- I couldn't take my eyes off her. I was so nervous that the noise would further prompt her to come towards me or something. When I finally switched it on, she was gone. I called my boyfriend, hysterically crying and begging him to come over.
He refused and said I hadn't seen what I thought I had seen. I slept with the light on for three entire weeks. I was so scared. I remember I told my mom the next day, and she advised me to search every closet in my apartment for settlers, which is perhaps even more terrifying than a ghost's appearance.
Thanks, Mom!
17. Tale of Haunted Room
One of my brothers worked security in one of New York City's most upscale hotels. The security desk received a frantic call during one of his night shifts. A guy was calling, and all freaked out that his wife was in the bath and was not breathing.
My brother and another security guard rushed upstairs to the room. Sure enough, they found a woman in the tub, and she was unresponsive. My brother and the other guard got her out of the tub and attempted CPR.
In the interim, during resuscitation attempts, the NYPD arrived. They told my brother to stop CPR because the lady was obviously dead and, in their opinion, had been for a couple of hours.
The husband was questioned extensively. He told law enforcement that he and his wife had a fight earlier in the evening. He went out on his own, and when he returned, his wife was in the bath.
He says he went to bed then but later became concerned when his wife didn't come to bed. Privately, among all those present, the general consensus was that the husband had something to do with it, but it could not be proven.
A couple of weeks later, the room was again made available to guests, and of course, the incident was not mentioned. A woman who frequently stayed at the hotel made a reservation for a week and was assigned to that room. She was the first person to stay in the room since the incident.
She came to the front desk first thing in the morning, very upset, and with all of her luggage in tow. She said she was canceling the rest of her reservation and would NEVER stay in the hotel again. She said that she did not sleep the entire night and that the room was haunted.
No one at the hotel had mentioned to her what had previously transpired in the room. While my brother worked there, every guest in the room called about strange goings-on, and many asked to be switched to another room.
i_run_far
18. Wandering Spirit
Spring break of 2010. My buddies and I decided to camp on an island at a local lake. One night, as we were cooking food and drinking beer, a canoe floats by with one guy in it. He asks how we're doing, and we invite him to our island for grilled meat and beer.
Being in South Arkansas, we assume everyone is friendly and wants to hang out. His name was Curt, and he was super friendly but really seemed to be sad. We asked him what was up, and he replied, "Oh, nothing. It's just that my friends are probably worried about me."
He looked at me and winked. "They'll find out soon enough." That still haunts me to this day. Everyone liked Curt, and noticing that it was getting dark and he had been drinking, we offered to let him stay with us that night. He declined, saying that he had to get to where he was going.
He seemed very adamant about that. I asked where he was headed, thinking maybe we could give him a ride on a jet ski or something. Curt ignored the question and said, "You boys don't know how lucky you are." He hopped in his canoe and left.
We didn't think much about it. The next morning, we woke up early to do some fishing. As we're fishing, a police boat pulls up. The officer asks if we're part of the search party that found the body.
We obviously have no clue what he is talking about, so he tells us a story about a young man in a canoe who disappeared last week. Apparently, divers found his body at the bottom of the lake two days before. The young man's name was Curt Clark. This was so freaky for us that we packed up and left camp that day.
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19. All Nightmare
I have a younger brother who had an imaginary friend when he was younger. He was also an avid sleepwalker. When he was around three or four, he started talking to someone he called Friya (Fry-uh). He described Friya as a dark-skinned man with little clothes who loved to hunt in the wilderness.
Then, one day, he told me that Friya lived near the house long ago. And then, some white people came and burned him alive and ended his village. It's not exactly something you expect to hear from a four-year-old.
I remember I would be in my room and hear him talking like he was conversing. When I would try to check on him, he would immediately become silent and turn his head as soon as I peeked around the corner. Very unsettling.
Well, my other brother, the middle child, was visiting his dad for the summer, but the day before he got back, my youngest brother told my mother and me that "Friya does not like when (brother) is mean to me. He's going to scare him."
The night he got home, my mom and I were downstairs and heard a scream that I can still hear to this day. We ran upstairs and found the middle brother swearing that someone was shaking his bed violently.
It was a bunk bed. My youngest brother was sound asleep. A month later, my youngest brother took a bad fall and cracked his skull. He was fine but never talked to Friya again after that. He would also sleepwalk constantly.
And show up right next to my bed and stare at me until I woke up and promptly crap myself. One night, I heard my front door open and close. Since it was 4am, I went to check it out. I opened the door and found my brother at the far end of the yard, in the snow, only in his underwear, staring right at me.
Then he slowly waved. Those shivers weren't from the cold.
BuddyChrist117
20. Turned As A Dog
This is a story my grandmother would tell of something that happened to her when she was younger, sometime around the mid-60s. Anyway, my gran worked in a theatre and, after work, would get the last bus home at around midnight, then walk a short distance past one of these fenced-in communal gardens.
Usually, the local policeman (this was the day when people knew and were friendly with their local bobby) would meet her off the bus.
One night, she was on the bus when some sketchy guy sat next to her and was generally being sketchy, asking her personal questions, etc. She eventually got up and stood by the bus driver. She was a regular on the bus and knew she could get some friendly chat from him to deter Mr. Sketchy.
On getting to her stop, she stepped off the bus, and her regular escort, the policeman, was nowhere to be seen. Mr. Sketchy jumps up and gets off the bus at the last minute. He walks off in the opposite direction from her but keeps looking over his shoulder at her as he does so.
The bus pulls away, and in the middle of the road is a huge black dog. A bit freaked out by everything, she starts off for home at a fast pace.. the dog follows at a distance of about 20 feet, freaking her out even more. She turns a corner to the section of her journey that takes her past the fenced-in garden.
As she approaches the open gate, the dog sprints for her.. and stops about 2 feet from where she is. It then starts growling and barking, hackles up, going mental towards the direction of the garden. This, understandably, is the final straw.
She sprints for home, and the dog stops its barking and runs after her but keeps a distance of a few feet the entire time. It's not like it can't catch her. It easily could but doesn't seem to want to. When she gets to her building, it stops and just watches her go inside.
She told my granda the minute she got into their flat, and he looked out the window. There was no dog on the street, nothing. The next day, my grandparents found out that the friendly local cop had died the day before of a heart attack.
A few days later, there were reports a young woman had been attacked a few streets away from my grandmother's route home on that night around 1am.
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21. Terrifying Home
When I was nine, my parents split up, and my dad rented a house in a pretty isolated part of town. Surrounded by woods, couldn't see any neighbors. It was in a nice area, especially for kids. An old friend of his lived in the basement apartment.
He was kind of a weird guy. Super-neckbeard, into mystic crap, and hit on my mom constantly when she and my dad were still together. Upstairs, my dad lived with Big Frank, a big teddy bear Viking guy who loved me and my little brother, and Barney, a very religious stagehand who also liked us a lot.
Everything was cool when my brother and I visited Dad for a while. We'd run around the woods, play games, stay up late, and eat junk food. Slowly, I started to feel increasingly creeped out whenever we were there.
I'd run to my bed after turning the lights out because every child knows the bed is the only place you're safe. I constantly felt like something was there. One day, my brother told me his closet door opened in the middle of the night.
We didn't tell Dad, probably because he wasn't very good at listening to us back then, and we knew he wouldn't take us seriously. Instead, we told Barney. Barney said he'd felt something evil in the house, and he'd do something about it.
When everyone else left the house, Barney sprinkled some holy water around, lit some candles, and said a few prayers. The house felt much less scary when we got back that evening, but it returned to being creepy and awful by the next weekend.
Until Dad moved out five years later, we just put up with it and pretended not to be scared. It's easy enough to put up with something creepy for a couple of days at a time as long as nothing happens.
A couple of summers ago, I moved in with Dad and Stepmom (he got married a year after moving out of the house) while attending school. One beautiful evening, we played a game and had a few beers when my stepmom brought up that house. It was filthy because a bunch of bachelors lived there.
We all laughed and talked about the old roommates and wacky things that happened while they lived there. Then, I said, "Bro and I were sure that place was haunted. He says his closet door opened in the middle of the night. I never saw anything weird, but that place was creepy."
My dad nodded and said, "Yeah. There was some kind of evil presence there. I never told you kids this, but I was pushed down the stairs a few times while going to the basement for laundry. And this one time, I went to the kitchen, and all our knives were stuck in the ceiling."
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22. Home Alone
My former teacher was home alone when she was a child some, at some point in the 70s. A man knocked on her door, and she opened her main door but kept her screen door locked.
He said he was from the gas company and wanted to talk to her parents. She told him they weren't home, and he, without missing a beat, tried to start forcing his way into the home.
When he found the screen door locked, he pulled out a box cutter and started to cut through the screen. My teacher ran to hide in a clothes hamper in her parent's closet.
She said she sat there for about 10 minutes before the police arrived. Thank god a neighbor saw everything and called the police, or she probably would be dead.
Also, to put the cherry on the freaking creepy sundae, they found the intruder hiding in the attic. She told us that as a cautionary tale, lock all doors and windows when home alone.
Of course, naturally, I would go home from school to be alone for hours. Doom.
NotlikeTV
23. Baby’s Eyes
My grandfather died last year sometime when my son was maybe a year old. We had dinner with the whole family every Friday night, so my son saw him several times.
My grandfather was a very quiet, proud man, but when he thought he was alone or unseen, he would make silly faces at my son to get a laugh. A couple nights after his funeral, my son started laughing uncontrollably at about 2 am.
So I get out of bed to see what's happening and find my son sitting in the middle of the living room, in the dark, laughing. I say, "Hey buddy, what are you doing?" In toddler speak, he says, "Papa funny!"
I got a little nervous and went to pick him up and bring him to our room for the rest of the night. And as I'm hauling him away, he says, "Bye papa!" And blows a kiss at absolutely nothing I can see.
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24. Night’s Sleep
A few weeks ago, my girlfriend and I were sleeping together when I woke up to her saying, "What are you doing?" She sometimes talks in her sleep.
But this sounded so coherent and urgent that it jolted me awake, and I asked what she was talking about. She then woke up and said she thought she saw someone at the end of the bed.
Thinking it was just a dream or semi-awake hallucination, we thought nothing of it and went back to sleep. About an hour later, I woke up and saw someone standing on the bed with the sheets wrapped up and twisted to their neck.
I didn't know what to do, but the first thing that came out of my mouth was, "What are you doing?" My girlfriend then woke me up. I had been dreaming the exact same thing that she did and said the same thing.
orangederps
25. Old Bestfriend
About a couple weeks after I was born, my dad's best friend, Jim, died. They were really close, and one of the last things he wanted was to hold little me before he passed.
His wish was fulfilled, and shortly after that, he was gone. Fast forward 7 years. I'm a happy 7-year-old with a 5-year-old brother and a recently born sister.
One day, the phone rang, and with my mom out and dad in the washroom, I thought it would be ignored as we kids were still too young to answer the phone (no call display; we didn't know if there would be a stranger).
But my brother broke the rules and answered. "Hello?" My dad is out of the washroom and is asking my brother to hand him the phone.
He ignores him and keeps listening to whoever is speaking. Before my dad could ask again, my brother hung up, looked at him, and said, "Jim says hi, and he misses SkywingNova," then went back to playing.
The look of shock my dad had is what I remember most about this.
SkywingNova
26. The Light
My wife's mother passed away in 2003 from cancer. After the funeral, family, and friends gathered at her house for a final celebration of her life. The gathering went late into the evening.
My son, 3 at the time, needed to go to bed at that point. I walked with him up the stairs to where he would sleep. The room that my mother-in-law passed away in was upstairs and straight down the hallway as you reached the top of the landing.
My son and I walked upstairs together, with me holding his hand. As we nearly reached the top of the stairs, my son stopped and wouldn't move... to the point that he could just see down the hallway.
He was staring straight down the hall. I looked at him, then down the hall to an open doorway to a completely dark bedroom. He just stared and would not move any further.
Me: Buddy, are you OK?
Kid: Daddy. The light. The light scares me.
I looked again down the hallway where he was staring into darkness.
Me: Buddy, you see a light?
Kid: Yes, daddy. It scares me.
I promptly picked him up and went back downstairs. To this day, the hairs still stand on the back of my neck when I think of it.
mcboone
27. Sound Inside The Vent
I was at a friend's house around 12 years ago. We were in the basement watching TV when his mom's boyfriend came down the stairs and told us to keep it down.
We looked at each other, confused because we were just watching TV, which wasn't on high volume at all. We said we weren't being loud, and he said, 'You aren't yelling?' and we shook our heads.
He just sort of does the 'huh..' look and tells us he and my friend's mom had heard someone screaming coming up from the furnace vents, so he thought it was coming from the basement where the furnace is.
We didn't hear anything and were 15 feet away from the furnace. Still, my friend and another friend said they were hanging out in the kitchen one night. They heard a scream, clear as day, coming out of one of the furnace vents. Freaked them out, naturally, but I never did get to hear it.
Probably just metal creaking, but it was weird that we were so close to it and didn't hear anything that could be interpreted as a scream.
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28. The Mumbling
My dad used to work in a juvenile detention center in the Miami area in the early 70s. He said one inmate reminded him a lot of a young Hannibal Lecter.
He wasn't strong, but he was smart and very persuasive. One day, he started a riot in his block of cells just by talking the other inmates into it.
My dad and another guard were sent in to check it out and try to calm things down. Everybody in the block was going crazy, banging on the bars, howling, and yelling at each other.
Everybody except young Hannibal Lecter. He was standing still in the middle of his cell with his arms folded, smiling and muttering the same phrase over and over quietly.
My dad tried to focus on what he was saying, and after a couple seconds, he understood. The inmate was reciting my dad's home phone number.
4clvvess
29. Unncanny Moment
I used to work at Philips, up near Sleepy Hollow in New York. At my lunch breaks, I liked to wander through the forest on the work property.
One beautiful October day, I was admiring the autumn leaves when I saw a buck standing in front of me. There's a word, numinous, for feeling in the presence of something spiritual, something unworldly.
That's how I felt. I quietly and carefully stepped closer to get a better view. I was able to approach quite close, almost close enough to touch him. At that moment, though, the deer turned, and I felt all the hair on my arms rise.
The deer's eyes were red and dripping with blood. It must have had some disease that had blinded it, and its blindness allowed me to get so close. In the moment, though, it was terrifying and uncanny.
summerstay
30. Fox Lover
My mom is Native American. She named my sister Chula, which means fox. Most likely because of her namesake, but maybe not. My sister loved everything that had to do with a fox.
Last November, my mom was doing dishes at the sink and looking out the window at the woods like always. Well, she looks up from the dishes to the edge of the woods, and at that moment, a Fox steps out of the woods.
It sits on its hind legs and stares at my mom's face while she stares back through the window. She said it seemed like five minutes. They stared at each other.
Suddenly, the fox rose, turned around, and slowly entered the woods. My mom said her first thought was to call Chula and tell her about the fox.
My sister never answered. She died in a head-on collision that day due to some jerkward drunk driver. My mom keeps looking for the fox. It has never come back.
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31. No Electricity
When I was young, I went to see my grandpa, who was caretaking for a multi-millionaire ranch while the prior caretaker was having rotator cuff surgery.
One day, he took me into the prior caretaker's house and a few others and had me flip the breakers off (All of them). I didn't think anything of it at the time. I figured it was the maintenance of some type.
That night at about 11:30, I was sitting on the couch watching the news, and he called me out onto the porch. He points at the caretaker's house (where we turned the breakers off), but three lights are on. I grab binoculars and look through the windows. No people, no movement, nothing.
He looks over at me and says, "That's the third time this week. I went over with my .357 the first time, expecting someone to have broken in. But when I got to the house, the door was locked just like I'd left it. I went inside, and nothing was out of order except a barstool was pulled out."
Sure enough, we went over, and nothing was out of order except the barstool. So I go downstairs to check the breaker box, and the second I open the breaker box, the lights go off upstairs.
I quickly wisened up and got the fudge out there.
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32. The Helper
I was stuck in a bathroom in a creepy house my family was staying at. I was home alone. You had to force the door into the jam to get it to close and latch, only to find out that the knob didn't work the latch. I heard the side door slam shut downstairs. I thought my dad was home.
Me: Dad. Dad! I'm stuck in the bathroom!
I heard him walking on the hardwood. Through The kitchen. Down the hall. Stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
Me: Dad! I'm locked in!
I immediately heard him run up the stairs and stop at the top.
Me: [exclaimed] I'm locked in the bathroom!
4 more steps to the other side of the door.
Me: Dad?!
BOOOOOOOOOOM!
The door swung open and slammed into the wall. I stepped into the hall. I looked around. Nobody was there. Nobody at all. I politely said, "Thank you!" and went straight to bed.
TeeReks
33. The Man In A Suitcase
My ex and her younger sister shared a room in the mobile home. While we were dating, and before my son was born, she told me this story about how her younger sister would wake up and talk to the man in the hallway.
The man always had a suitcase and wore a brimmed hat. My ex and her family always dismissed them as, well, the younger sister is a bit nuts.
Flash forward a few years. My ex and I have a son together. Her parents moved out of the mobile home and into a house; they were renting the mobile home to my ex. Our son's room was the exact same room my ex and her sister slept in.
One night, after our son had gone to bed and had been asleep for a long while (I checked on him), we heard him get out of bed. We figured he had left his room and asked to use the potty.
Instead, he started talking to someone. He said, "Hi and started talking about his favorite stuffed animal (at that time, it was a ducky). Curious, I called back and asked who he was talking to.
He pops his head out of his room and informs me he's talking to the man with a suitcase and is wearing a hat. At the time, he was about 2 1/2 years old and had never heard about his aunt seeing the same guy.
deja_geek
34. Weird Species
So, about 5 years ago, some friends and I went camping in Oconee State Park in South Carolina. We were in high school and went with our school ROTC instructor. This guy was in his 50s but still a damn ox.
He was a Sergeant Major while in the Army and was the definition of a badass. So, the first-night camping, it was really cold, so we decided to sleep around the fire.
We woke up simultaneously in the middle of the night to the smell of wet dogs and rotten flesh. We decided it might just be the damp leaves, we slept through the rest of the night.
We woke up the next morning, and paw prints were everywhere. I'm not talking just around the outskirts of the site. There were paw prints 4 feet away from where I laid my head that night.
We were all pretty creeped out and headed to town for lunch. We stayed in town the rest of the day and returned to the site around dusk. My friends and I are in the back of the truck as we drive down the gravel road to the site.
Then, all of a sudden, Sergeant Major slammed on the brakes, and we came to a stop in the middle of the road. We all jumped up and looked over the cab to see what it was.
Standing in the middle of the road was a hairless animal, around 50 lbs, standing on its hind legs. While still on its back legs, it walked to the side of the road and let out this god-awful screeching noise.
It darted into the woods and left us all frozen in fear. Then we smelt it. It was the same terrible smell from the night before. We got into the cab, and I saw Sergeant Major like I had never seen him.
I was absolutely terrified. The animal/creature we saw shook him to his core. We drove in silence for the rest of the ride back to the site.
When we got there, he told us we were leaving and to pack everything up. None of us have been back since, and Sergeant Major won't let ROTC camp there anymore.
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35. Foot Underwater
Not me, but my brother. He was about 13 at the time, if I remember correctly. My family loved to go camping. One of those times, we were at our favorite camping site right next to the lake.
Perfect view and perfect weather. The weather was perfect weather, so the grown-ups decided to take us kids for a quick swim.
So we were all laughing and splashing, having fun, when my brother stepped on something. Now, the water wasn't clear by any means, but he said it felt like some kid’s foot.
My brother then eagerly waits for the person to pop up from underwater to apologize for stepping on them. My brother then waited for what he said, which felt like a minute or so.
Being the kid he was, he just thought they could hold their breath for a really long time and went about his day and kept playing.
Before we knew it, it was time to leave and return to camp. Fast forward to that evening when we all enjoying our hot dogs around the fire when a park ranger came up to our camp and asked to have a word with my father.
Turned out that two boys had gone swimming earlier that day without the supervision of anyone and drowned, and the park ranger was trying to find their parents.
beesh18
36. The Farmer
One of my mom's friends bought an old farmhouse about a year back. They have a three-year-old son. The kid had an imaginary friend named Kevin. He would play with his toys in his room and talk to Kevin.
Considering the kid's age, His parents didn't think anything of it. It got weird after they started listening to their son's conversations with Kevin over the baby monitor.
It seemed like something a three-year-old wouldn't regularly talk about. The kid was goofy, so they didn't think much of it. They asked the kid about Kevin. He said Kevin is nice. He is a farmer.
They figured that was because this kid loved to play with toy tractors, and they had just moved into a farmhouse. Then things got real. A shelf was mounted on the kid's room wall about five feet off the floor opposite the bed.
One morning, the parents go into the kid's room to find one of the stuffed animals on the shelf on the kid's bed. They asked him how he got the rabbit. The kid said that Kevin got it for him. A few months pass, and crap like this happens every now and again.
Nothing that couldn't be reasonably explained. Since they moved in, they had found a church in the area and got involved in a bible study with a few other couples from their church. They decided that they would host the bible study one day.
When they set everything up, they gave their address to one of the couples who had lived in town for a while. When they gave their address to the older couple, the wife looked at it and said to her husband, "Hey, isn't this Kevin's old place?"
Apparently, A man named Kevin used to live there. He ran into some financial troubles. He sold most of his land to the neighboring farm but kept the small patch of land that the house was on.
He suffered from depression and had a bit of a drinking problem, and eventually ended everything. Their friend from church knew Kevin as it's a small town in Iowa, and everyone knows everyone.
He found a picture of Kevin and gave it to me. The picture was of Kevin and three other guys that Kevin would meet with to have coffee and shoot the crap about farming. They showed the picture to the kid, and the kid pointed at Kevin and said, "Hey, look, it's Kevin." They moved.
thunderbuns2
37. Dream or Nightmare
A few months ago, I had this really scary dream that seemed so real. In my dream, I was in my bed doing something on my laptop.
Suddenly, I just had a bad feeling something wasn't right. Like I somehow knew something was in my room with me, that shouldn't be there.
I jump off my bed, hurry, and flip my light on. I flip it on just in time to be this weird black shadow sphere thing with legs zooming under my bed.
I woke up scared and crying, but it felt so real, and I just knew whatever I saw was very evil. The next day, my dad and I were watching one of those ghost shows on TV, like My Ghost Story on TV.
In the episode, this woman is in her room and suddenly feels like something isn't right. She turned her light switch on just in time to see a weird black shadow sphere with legs scurrying under her bed.
It pretty much looked exactly like the thing I saw in my dream. I flipped the fudge out.
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38. Lonely Little Girl
When I was in my late teens, I woke up in the middle of the night to see a girl sitting in my room. She had her back to my bedroom door and had her arms wrapped around her knees. She seemed really sad and was tinged slightly blue and glowing. I sat up, and she was gone.
This happened a few more times throughout the week. I kept dismissing it as a dream. But somehow, at that time, I suddenly knew her name was Sam, and she was upset about something having to do with water.
She never actually spoke to me, so I don't know why or how I knew that, but again, it seemed like a dream, and I've had recurring ones before, so I wasn't taking too much stock of it.
Then, one night, she suddenly looked up at me, like someone does when you call their name. And she smiled. Then she was gone, and I got the impression she wouldn't be back.
Later that day, I was helping my mom wash the dishes, and she got a phone call. She came back into the kitchen, shaking her head and looking sad. I asked what was up, and she asked if I remembered my aunt so-and-so.
I have a bunch of family members, both biological and honorary, and I've not met all of them yet, so I said no. I had no idea who that was.
She told me that her daughter had been having issues lately and had "an incident" in a bathtub about four or five days prior. She was on life support, and the evening prior—the last time I saw the ghost girl—her family had made the decision to pull the plug.
Against my better judgment, I asked what her name was. "Sam," she said. "Samantha." Never really could explain that one, but if ghosts are real, then it seemed like Sam enjoyed my company for a while and was happy to go when it was all over. Hopefully, that was the case.
Amberizzle
39. No One’s Home
When I was 6 years old, we lived in the center of the set of 3 very similar houses. I remember ours was Purple, the one to the left was blue, and the one to the right was yellow.
I recently bought one of those big inflatable bouncy balls from Walmart and had no one to play with me, so I played with it in the backyard by myself.
After school one day, I accidentally hit the ball to the yellow house side of the fence. I was going to ask my mom what to do, but a kid on the other side hit it back over for me.
Thinking we could play, I hit it back over, and he returned it. It became a daily thing, and I would just hit the ball back and forth with him until I got bored after school.
The kid wouldn't respond to any questions I had, so I assumed he was just shy. At one point, I hit it over, and he didn't return it, so I asked my mom if I could climb the fence and get it.
She Was never outside with me, so she always thought I was playing alone, I guess. We only got the house because my mom was friends with the landlord, and the houses were recently built.
She told me that no one had ever lived there. They were still trying to sell it. We moved not long after, but I still have no idea who was returning that ball to me.
Pocodudeface
40. Messing With The House
My wife and I woke up in the middle of the night to find all our lights out in the house. We had not lost power. The living room light we always leave on overnight had been turned off.
The bathroom night light was removed and placed under the sink. The computer had been unplugged, and the monitor cord was unplugged and neatly folded on the desk.
All of the doors and windows in the house were unlocked, undamaged, and standing wide open. Our bedroom door was open, and the TV we always fall asleep to was turned off. Nothing was taken.
Our cats were both hiding behind the refrigerator and stayed there for most of the next day. Whenever someone came and knocked at the door, our larger cat would start to growl and stare at the door from then on.
She no longer does this after we moved. We had a couple of other mildly strange things that happened in context with that apartment as well.
roundeyeddog
41. The Threat
When I was a teenager, I was big into skateboarding and building ramps. A neighborhood was being built behind mine, and I'd go over there on the weekends to get scrap wood and bring it back to my house.
You had to go through some woods and cross a creek. One day, I went by myself, and when I crossed the creek and started walking through the woods to the construction site, I could hear a man talking.
I stood still to try to hear what he was saying. It was getting louder as if he was coming through the woods towards me. I finally heard what he was saying.
He made a little jingle, singing, "I'm gonna get you." I couldn't hear any leaves crunching, and I never saw anyone. I ran and slipped while trying to climb up the muddy bank of the creek.
I don't believe in ghosts or anything, but that's one thing that's stuck with me that I can't explain.
4TheWolfX
42. Unidentified Sight
While I was growing up, a shadow man watched me when I walked down the hallway and into the kitchen. Occasionally, he'd be outside my room, but he never came in, and I had several dreams with him in them.
Pitch black, red eyes, quite possibly silver/white/grey hair, but I could never tell since I'd keep my distance. Never once spoke or reached out to me. Just smiled.
That kept going my whole childhood until I started getting into Paganism and decided to put tarot cards up on my walls as part of some weird shield/ward thing?
He stopped showing up near my room after that and didn't pop up in my dreams for quite some time. I will get the living crap trolled out of me for it.
Simim
43. The Cats
I was housesitting/catsitting for a family friend while they were out of the country. They had two cats - a small female with some twitches and a big burley Maine Coon male.
The female was always super timid but acted like she was in fast-forward mode. The Male was super friendly and often sat on my lap and stared at me like a creeper.
Anyway, one weekend that I stayed there, I decided I'd sleep in a little. It was about 8am when I woke up, and I was just lying in bed, fully awake, enjoying the comfy bed and morning light.
As I'm lying there just relaxing, I hear voices. It's a man and a woman talking, and it's all hushed on the other side of the house. I froze and concentrated really hard on the voices because I was NOT expecting anyone out in the boonies.
I listened hard, and suddenly, the male came into the hallway and asked the female, "Is she still not up yet?" to which the female said, "I don't know!" in a hushed, rushed whisper.
Freaking out a little, I sit up in bed and look out the hallway to see both cats staring at me. I kept a careful eye on them after that.
pixelperfector
44. The Braids
I was visiting family for winter break in Los Angeles about five years ago. I was heading to the bathroom on the second floor of my aunt's house when I saw my cousin, April, on the stairs.
April was four and very animated. She was busy making funny faces while sitting on the stairs. I asked her what she was doing. She said, "I'm copying the lady with the braid."
I looked around. There was no one else but us. I asked, "Where is the lady, April?" She pointed to a beam running parallel to the stairwell.
I asked April, "What is the lady doing?" She said, "Makin' funny faces." I smiled and started walking up the stairs again when April said something that stopped me in my tracks.
April said, "Her braids are around her neck." I turned back and asked April to repeat herself. April pointed, "The lady is hanging by her braid... She's making funny faces." Then April started making a face, which I realized was someone gasping for air.
YouPickMyName
45. Darkest Basement
My parents were night cleaners for the keg restaurant in Toronto. As sometimes, they needed extra help, they brought along my uncle, who would normally have just babysat me.
He also brought over his girlfriend, who I would mainly just hang out with while the rest of them went to work. One night, my uncle's girlfriend and I were playing cards in one of the booths and fell asleep.
Well, we were woken up by my uncle screaming, telling us we must go to the basement and hurry to follow him. We both wake up and follow him, but I seem far ahead.
When I turned the corner, I bumped into my uncle and asked where the basement was and what the emergency was. He told me he was following my mother and father, who yelled at him from across the room to get to the basement.
Standing there puzzled, we caught up to my uncle's girlfriend, who had bumped into my parents. They said they heard my uncle's and my voices from the basement, and my father had gone to get the spare keys because it was locked. It seemed like something was trying to lure us into the basement.
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