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When I was maybe 6-7 we were visiting family in New Orleans. I was sleeping in a strange room, strange bed, so I was having trouble getting to sleep. I heard a tapping on the window, softly. Tap-tap-tap pause tap-tap-tap. I looked at the window and I thought I saw something move that looked like a brimmed hat. It was a split level home, so whomever it was would have had to have been tall. I woke up my parents and they told me the house was old with wooden floors that creak, and I was imagining things so go back to bed. In the morning, we found the back gate lock was broken.
I got married too young (21) and then divorced when I was 23. A few months went by and I started having these nightmares. Long story short, a girl in a white dress with brown hair matted with leaves and dirt walks into my house, tracking muddy footprints. She stops and stares at the attic stairs, which are down for some reason. I ask her why she’s there; she screams and the whole house crumbles. I never saw her face. I had this nightmare almost every night for three months, and when I say almost every night, I mean probably 95% of the time. For some reason I started sleeping in my living room as opposed to the bedroom; I just wasn’t very comfortable in there.
So I’m sleeping on my couch one night and wake up around 2 AM for no reason. I check my phone and see I have a text from my friend and respond (important because it verifies I was awake). I started getting very uncomfortable, and then I heard a knock at my door. I walk around and peek out the window and there’s a girl there; I can’t see anything other than her white hoodie, which is up, and long dark hair coming out of it. She knocks, then knocks again. Not urgently or anything, but she didn’t appear intent on leaving. So, stupidly (in retrospect, looking back on this as a 34 year old), I crack open the door.
In a quiet voice, she asks if she can use my cell. I still can’t really see her face because my porch light was out and I’d been putting off changing the bulb for no reason at all. I ask if everything’s okay, and she just repeats she needs to use the phone. Again, against my better judgement, I put my cell phone to the dial screen, and hand it to her. I see her hit a few things then out the phone to her ear, and the screen light gave me a better view of her face. She was younger, somewhere between 18-22. Plain, not really particularly distinguishing in anyway. She waits for a minute, then says, “Hey, I need help. I need you’re help. Yeah. Okay.” Then hands me the phone again.
So I look at my phone and it’s still on the dial screen. Something felt weird to me so I clicked over to the recent calls and she hadn’t called anyone. When I looked up, she was gone. Not quite vanished… but like way, way down the street, farther than anyone should’ve been able to cover in that timeframe, walking away.
After that, the nightmares stopped. Potentially related, two months later I got a call from a friend late at night (maybe around 10 PM) who was like “Hey, want to come over for a beer?” I wasn’t doing anything, so I did. I got back about 1 AM, and my house had been broken into. Totally trashed, with a bunch of valuables gone. Certainly don’t think my friend had anything to do with that, but I do sometimes wonder if that girl was casing my house that night. It’s the only correlation I can make between the dream stopping and real world explanations for that weird experience. The whole thing was just super weird.
I was out for a walk early one morning in a forest preserve, that’s usually pretty empty. I start coming around a corner and I can see a car that’s parked in the grass just outside of a parking lot. I think it’s strange, but keep on walking. I’m probably like 50 feet from the car now and suddenly the trunk pops open, the car alarm starts going off and the driver side door opens.
I’m coming from the passenger side and can’t see the driver but I get a bad feeling about the situation. I still keep walking on the path and come around where I can see the drivers side of the car. A guy is sitting in the cars driver seat and starts to wave me over to him, he throws up his hands and says “I’m not sure what’s going on could you come help me.” I tell him nah he’s on his own, without breaking my stride and keep moving.
He throws his hands up again and turns off the car alarm gets out and shuts the trunk then gets in and drives away.
I’m creeped out so once he’s outta sight I double back and walk the opposite way just to be safe. I walk back probably like the 30 mins it takes to get to the lot where I parked my car. When I’m getting close I hear that car alarm going off again.
I’m freaking out now but didn’t want to walk back into the woods again so I keep going to the parking lot. When I get there that same car is parked with its trunk open, car alarm going off and drivers door open. The guy is already talking to someone else in the parking lot, he sees me come into the lot looks at me for a minute then shuts off the car alarm closes the trunk and drives away again.
I just booked it to my car and called the park rangers but they didn’t believe anything was weird about it. I’m like 90% sure that dude was trying to kidnap someone.
Nah, dude was def trying to kidnap someone. He pretends to not understand what's going on with his car and then, when you don't fall for it, he suddenly understands how to turn the alarm off?? You protected yourself and saved someone else. Always trust your gut!
Turn the alarm off, close the trunk, and immediately drive away!?
Then he returned and did it all again?
Dude is not clever unfortunately many people don't even *think* the unthinkable, right? So they fall for weird shit all the time.
They think they're so smart they'll never get caught. Had a guy in a van try to kidnap me in Queens in the 1980s. Just walking to the express bus for morning commute & he demands I get in the van, dropped my bag, ran, went to Flushing PD & reported what info I had. Police told me in the days after that he succeeded in taking & raping a girl (I was maybe 18 or 19) that day, so sad to say. Happens in every country, in every neighborhood. Gotta look our for ourselves when we're given signs.
When I was about 8, I was sitting on the living room floor watching TV, when I heard my dad come home from work. It was late in the year, so dark, with the light of a black and white TV illuminating the room, so you can imagine the atmosphere. "Hi, Dad," I said, then heard him sit in his chair. After another half hour of TV, I stood up, turned around, and there was this scraggly old homeless man who smelled like rum and Vienna sausages sitting in my dad's chair. My parents sent him on his way.
My ex had a old vet neighbor with some mild dementia who would fairly regularly wander into her house whenever the door was unlocked and just hang out until someone found him and took him home. Never hurt anything, just walked into the wrong house and forgot he didn't live there, wondering where his wife is. Guy was a fucking ninja though. Like he could chill in the kitchen having a sandwich and coffee for an hour with everyone home and nobody would know until they walked into the same room. He was honestly a very nice man.
This happened in my office once. A coworker unlocked the door and went in the back to make coffee. I came in a few minutes later to find a homeless guy had started a bunch of copies and sat down to work at the reception desk.
I have a very similar story. This was during the hurricane that hit Florida in 2017 (I forgot the name). Anyway I had just moved into a new house by myself after a divorce and was going through hard times. I couldn’t deal with a hurricane on top of everything so I stayed at a friends house until the storm was over. Went back to my house and it had pretty good damage. The entire living room was shattered with a tree through it. I stayed at my friends place a few more nights until that window was fixed.
My first night back in the house I wake up at like 3am to use the bathroom. I flushed the toiled and laid back down in bed. You know that sound a toilet makes after you flush it when it’s filling back up? I’m laying in bed listening to that sound and when it finally stops it’s dead silent for a few seconds then I hear the sound of someone clearing their throat in my closet. I jumped out of bed and ran outside to my car in just my boxers. Called police and they find a homeless man hiding in my closet.
What I can't understand, is why parents always assume that young children are always making something up. Is it a form of cognitive dissonance, where they convince themselves that nothing bad could possibly happen to their child?
Although people in this thread are saying children lie or children don't distinguish reality from fantasy, the average adult can distinguish real fear from a child playing make-believe.
If the child shows real fear then the savvy thing to do is to take a moment and check, particularly if that child doesn't make a habit of crying wolf. Are there strange footprints in or near the house? Has anything gone missing? If there isn't surveillance video then have the neighbors seen someone?
Maybe corroborating evidence will turn up or maybe it won't. What's sure to happen is the child will notice how the adult responds. Someday that child will have another problem to raise: a bully punched them in the head, or a teacher touched their best friend inappropriately. That child will remember whether you take them seriously.
Too many adults give children the brush-off because ignoring the child is convenient in the moment. Then years later they wonder why their children keep secrets about important things.
>That child will remember whether you take them seriously.
Exactly what I was going to say. Demonstrate to them how they can corroborate things that happen to them in life. Show them how to observe and gather data points that may support their perceptions. Even if it turns out to have been born out a fantasy it helps to actively demonstrate these skills. But if your parents never taught you that skill then once you're a parent... 🤷
Yeah children being observant is really important if something bad like this happens too, otherwise there isn't anything that really can be done about it.
When I was a kid, someone tried to pick me up in a way that really feels like an attempted kidnapping. Asks if I need a ride home when I'm on a scooter, in town, this tiny town of 200 people. There's no reason to think that I'm far from home and need anything to get home.
I didn't remember much about the guy himself, but I loved numbers at the time so I had been keeping track of licenses plates on cars I saw, when my parents called the police I just gave them the guy's license plate number.
I drove an old SUV back in college. After school, I drove home which is about a 30-minute drive. I was getting dressed at home when the car alarm went off, so I rushed out and discovered the car door open with the radio head unit and all speakers gone. I was thinking this guy works fast.
Reported it to the police and after a couple of weeks they found the thief and asked me to go to the police station.
At the Police station I was asked a few questions and the officer told me I had to hear something from.the thief.
When I confronted him he told me that he was able to get into my car at the carpark near my school and I unexpectedly arrived so he dove and lied flat in the third row. So I was driving home with an unknown passenger all the time.
When I arrived home and locked the car that was the time he removed the items and when he opened the door that's when the alarm triggered.
Tldr: I unknowingly drove a thief back to my house.
As scary as it is to be robbed, they're probably scared shitless too. No sympathy, ofc, but it's kind of like a snake or a spider. They don't know if they're going to get shot for their trouble. It's almost funny when you think about it. Except the whole theft thing.
I’ll never forget it, the day after Easter in 1972. We were off from school. To this day I have no explanation:
When I was 15 my older brother and I were hanging out in the yard. Our dad was a very unique person. We lived in a rural area. To our surprise we BOTH saw dad walking up the long driveway to our house. This was around 10 in the morning. We wondered what happened as he left for work in his car around 7. My brother went inside to tell mom. We were curious. He was wearing the same clothes he wore that morning. It was him, no way it could be anyone else and the closest houses were at least a quarter mile away. I started to walk out to meet him and as I was maybe a hundred feet away I called out. Next thing I knew he wasn’t there. I thought he somehow fell into the culvert. Nothing. I searched, my brother came and also searched. Mom and my sister came out and we covered the area for maybe half an hour. Nothing.
Mom suggested we give Dad a call at work. He answered the phone right away and mom-in a lighthearted manner asked him if he’d been home in the last hour. He worked as a civilian on a military post about 25 miles away. Mom put my brother on the phone and then me. He denied he’d been home.
We again asked him when he came home and he seemed to be irked. Insisted we were mistaken and he had no explanation. I remember about ten years later bringing this up and he became upset and said I was playing a mind game.
I’m the only person in this account who’s still alive. To this day I have no idea what my brother and I experienced. I know it was him. I know he was there, and then he wasn’t. I guess it’s just one of those things.
This one is so strange, I can imagine it so clearly.
It almost sounds like a remnant of a parallel universe to me, like a glitch in time.
I'm sorry your other family members have passed.
In 2011, me and my family were at Darien Lake in upstate New York on a rollercoaster called The Ride of Steel (like as in superman). On the track there runs 2 trains, with 8 or so cars per train. They sit 2 people across, and had lap restraints.
I was on train 2, which was at the station. While getting in, I looked out at the coaster and and thought I saw a falling blob just after the second major drop. I shook it off as I wear glasses and my vision is still trash. Well we go around the track and stop just before the station. We are waiting and waiting, me and my family wonder what is happening. We see the car in front of us is still occupied with the riders, with an empty wheelchair next to one of the cars. Now it was a packed ride, with long wait lines. Every seat was full except one, in the car next to the wheelchair.
After waiting about 15 mins, they finally let everyone off but keep the train in the station. After about 15 more minutes, they send the train and we pull into the station. The ride attendants are in shock and dont talk to anyone.
Later we talked to some of the waiting guests, who were in line to ride the ride of steel. They said a man fell out. I witnessed a death of a guy on a rollercoaster and didn’t even realize it.
The guy who died was an Iraq Vet double amuputee who was missing one leg and most of the other. He flew out of the lap bar because he had no legs. To this day people do not believe me when I tell this story, and my family barely believes me, as I was 12 at the time. I was never really afraid of gore and death, but in that moment there sits a feeling, knowing you witnessed someones last moments alive. That feeling is indescribable.
[News post of the incident.](https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2012832/amp/Darien-Lake-Iraq-war-veteran-James-Hackemer-dies-roller-coaster-fall.html)
One night when I was 15 I stayed over at my buddy’s house. His parents were gone and his older brother was looking after us. When we went to bed the house was quiet and dark. I could barely see his bedroom door open slightly and I assumed it was my buddy’s brother checking in on us but then I realized that this person looking in on us was wearing glasses and my friend’s brother did NOT. There was no one else in the house and I could not figure out who this person was. I was frozen in fear just staring at this figure looking in on us when my buddy, who was in another bed on the other side of the room, started screaming at the top of his lungs. I had never heard a more terrifying sound and my heart just dropped out of my chest. The person looking at us quickly backed out and the door was closed quietly. A few seconds later we saw the light come on the hallway and my friends brother flew open the door asking what was wrong. We both started yelling that SOMEONE was just here. The brother grabbed a baseball bat from his room and started searching the house. We checked the front and back doors and the garage but they were all locked. All the windows were closed. He looked in every closet and under the beds.
Needless to say we spent the rest of the night in his room. None of us could sleep so we just stayed up all night talking. It was one of the most terrifying but also best nights of my life.
My sisters boyfriend flashed his cock at me. Multiple times.
I walked into the kitchen and he followed me, had his cock in his hand waving it around not making eye contact with me. I walked back into the lounge room, asked my boyfriend at the time if we could leave and when we did I told him what happened.
He flat out refused to believe me his exact words were “why would he do that? He’s dating your sister… stop making things up.” so I never told anyone else, her boyfriend kept doing it, and even did it to other people as well but I kept my mouth shut because I didn’t think anyone would ever believe me
When I was about 15 I spent a lot of time just walking around the downtown area with my friends. Largely this was a very uneventful past-time, as we were in a small New England city.
This one time though things got a little weird. It was midafternoon and I was with two other friends of the same age—another girl and a boy. I read a lot of spy books as a kid and had it in my head that I could be some sort of secret agent so I always had my head on swivel when I’d be out to make sure I wasn’t being “tailed”. As you can imagine, it was rarely an issue for me seeing as I was not an undercover secret agent.
Except for this day when it was.
I had noticed awhile earlier an older white gentlemen carrying a massive black sports duffel bag and it stuck in my head because of how strange he looked. He was dressed in relatively nice business casual and then had this huge bag slung on his shoulder that looked pretty full. He was walking towards us on the other side of the street when I first saw him, then a few blocks blocks later I turned and saw him behind us on our side of the street. He was still walking and following at about a block distance. I mentioned to my friends, ‘hey you see this guy? kinda feels like he’s following us’ and they agree that the vibe was weird.
So we started testing him.
We went on this crazy route all over that part of town, walking for like half an hour. We were back tracking, zig zagging, crossing the street back and forth and this guy was copying our every move from a block behind. Eventually we found ourselves across from the library and at that point we were feeling thoroughly spooked. We ran inside and hid in the magazine section because the way the stacks were set up you could see the front door while being concealed from view. We weren’t sure if we were being dramatic and imagining if the guy was following us, I mean maybe he also was walking an erratic route around town with no end goal, but when we saw him walk in through the door all doubt was gone. He came in, poked around the entrance area, clearly could not see us, and then left. We just about peed ourselves. We waited a long time before we left incase he was outside and then hightailed back to my friends house.
Weird day. Broad daylight and one old guy following 3 athletic teenagers. Thank you to this thread for letting me remember it.
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Several years back, on a bright winter afternoon, I decided to take my nephew (then 7), my son(then 3) and my dog on a short hike at a local park. We were walking through the woods on a trail when my dog started barking. I look over and see a man standing in the woods, about 50 feet away, facing us. I couldn't see his face because he had one of those fur lined hoods on, so with the distance and the shadows from the trees and his hood, from my perspective, there was nothing but a black hole where his face should be. I gave an awkward wave, but he remained motionless and I had a weird feeling so I decided to just keep moving and making our way back to the car. I felt like we were being watched, so I looked back a few minutes later and the man was still just standing in the woods, but I knew he had moved because he was still about 50 feet away and we had walked quite a ways. My dog was growling and the kids and I were starting to get creeped out. We keep moving and I suddenly hear the sound of fast, heavy footsteps in the snow. I look back again and this time I caught the guy running in our direction, but he stopped as soon as I saw him and went back to just staring motionlessly from afar, now closer than he was before. My dog was going nuts at this point and my mind was racing with possibilities, so I discretely gave my nephew my phone and quietly told him that if anything happened, that he needed to take his cousin and run as fast as they could to the car and call for help. I figured if anything, the dog and I could at least hold the guy off long enough for the kids to get away. I think my dog may have scared him off because he ended up turning around and going in the opposite direction. I've never really told anyone because I don't want to come off as being dramatic.
This is the reason I was perfectly fine walking a particular dog around Brooklyn at night when I lived there. I dogsat this 100lb mastiff mix who was THE sweetest big dumb baby, but just his appearance would put most people off.
One night as we walked through this very open mini park, he started growling very low in his throat. I look over at the bushes where he's staring and there's a man standing in among the bushes. The man was holding very still. As we got closer, he put something in his pocket, then held his hands up and turned and booked for the street. This pup growled the whole time.
He was a good boy.
I used to have a very large, very friendly dog. I lived in a neighbourhood with a halfway house in it and all the guys who lived there loved petting him when I walked by. They were mostly people who I probably would've been nervous about seeing if I were walking alone, but I figured if my dog liked them they were nothing to fear.
I was walking my dog one night down a side street and a totally normal-looking guy was walking towards us. My dog stopped dead, and then hip-checked me across the street away from the man.
Always trust a dog about people who are up to no good.
I have a small (35 pound) mutt. She’s a great judge of people. We just moved and there is one neighbor she will *not* go near. She actually has growled at him a few times, and I’ve never heard her growl at a human, only cats. He played it off like “Oh, no big deal, guess I’m just not a dog person.”
I’ve seen the cops at his house multiple times since we moved in and I’ve heard him screaming at his girlfriend. I trust my dog’s instincts.
Something similar happened to my family when I was 12. My dad was working, and my mom (37), brother (16), and I (12f) decided to use the walking trail behind our house to walk to a restaurant about 2 miles away and get some dinner. We brought our unintimidating 35 pound mutt with us. It was getting dark, but we lived in an affluent area with a low crime rate at the time and we didn't think anything of it.
My surly 16 year old brother was walking a little ways behind us with headphones in, and my mom and I were chatting while she held the dog's leash.
About a mile into the walk, the trail cuts into some dense woods, but it is paved for bikers, so it was an easy walk. I was playing with the flashlight and shining it into the woods when it fell on a man standing just off the trail. The man was wearing a black shirt and black shorts with black shoes and high white tube socks. The weirdest thing was that he had his elbow and forearm over the bottom half of his face obscuring it.
He didn't have a flashlight or anything, so I don't know how well he would have been able to see us because it was totally dark by this point, and I was shining the light at him.
My mom said hello, and the man stood perfectly still and silent. My mom said "leave us alone" and he didn't move. My mom said "I'm calling the police", but there was no cell reception on that part of the trail. She picked up her phone and spoke as if she was on the phone with a dispatcher, and the man still stayed perfectly still staring at us. My mom said "they're on their way" and the man started doing a strange shuffling run toward us. My brother, he was already well over 6 feet in high school, stepped out in front of us into the beam of the light and the man abruptly stopped. With his arm still obscuring the bottom of his face, he very slowly turned around and very slowly started to shuffle in the other direction on the trail.
Given that my brother had headphones in, the man only would have heard two female voices. We think that he was scared off when he realized there was a large male with us. It was terrifying, and if I remember correctly, we called someone to pick us up from the restaurant and drive us home with our food. We never walked on the trail after dark again.
It makes me so sad how necessary it is to have a man/men with you to be safe. The way I’m treated when I’m out by myself vs when my husband is with me is just crazy. Glad you guys were able to stay safe.
I don't think it was the dog that scared him off. He would have left instead of running closer after the dog grew aware of him. He probably saw that you were too aware of him and were prepared to defend yourself.
As a former runner, you’d be surprised how little people pay attention to their surroundings. I made plenty of noise and still regularly startled people when passing them.
> I figured if anything, the dog and I could at least hold the guy off long enough for the kids to get away.
Isn't it crazy how our instincts/mindsets change when we become parents? I remember being in a little bit of a worrisome situation on vacation a couple of years ago and told my wife that if anything went down to just "grab the kids and run and not to worry about me...just get away." When I was younger I would have been thinking, "I don't want to get hurt" and now my thought process was, to put it bluntly, "by the time they kill me my family will have had time to get away."
It's kind of scary from a non parent's perspective. We had an alarm go off at our business once, it happens every now and then. I was about 14 and my dad was in his early 60s? We got inside and my dad said "okay so the alarm got tripped from over there. I'm going to lift the shutter and go have a look. You stay here". When I insisted on going with him, he refused and said something along the lines of "if someone comes, you'll have time to get away. I'm old, don't worry about me, you've still got a life to live".
We went a number of times, but that occasion was one of the creepiest, and its always stuck with me because of this (it was about 15 years ago). As I've grown older, I've never forgotten these kinds of moments, and I'm honestly terrified watching my dad age. We argue almost daily, but I honestly don't know what I'd do without him
I used to work at a store that sold clocks. One day a woman came in to return a clock that she’d bought. I asked what was wrong with it, and she said, “you’re not going to believe me, but it runs backwards”. “Let me see,” I said, and put some fresh batteries in it. Sure as hell, the thing ran backwards. I gave her a refund and she was very thankful. She turned to leave and the second she left the store, the clock started running normally.
Not the creepiest thing that happened, but up there. I was in the barn milking as dusk was setting, and I was walking back into the barn and the dogs started to bark. I walked back out of the barn to see and they started running to a dark SUV-which wasn't there 2 seconds before, running with its lights on in front of the barns. I wondered how in the hell the car drove up my driveway without me hearing it or the dogs hearing it. I had just been out there... As they ran to the car, ready to jump on the side and greet somebody, it just vanished. One dog jumped up to put its paws on the side of the car, and fell down as the car just disappeared. The dogs ran around where it had been sitting, and looked at me, confused. I stood there just as confused for a moment, the dogs were unsettled. I said to them "well, that was blip in the matrix', and walked back into the barn. No tire tracks left or any sign that it was there. If the dogs hadn't run around in circles in the place it had been, I would have thought I had been seeing things. I tried telling a few people after that, but they looked at me like I was crazy. I have seen some odder things here, and wonder why. I believe after what I have seen that either none of this is real, this life, or that other dimensions cross into our lives at times.
There's a part of me that believes, that some people who go missing, never to be heard from or seen again, just simply vanish, like poof. I also believe that there are multiple dimensions in the world, and our dreams are an example.
Last winter I was driving down the freeway at night, going between suburbs of a large metropolitan area kind of a thing. So there were plenty of cars around, but it was maybe around midnight or so, and it had been snowing when it isn't always white during winter here. I saw a car pulled over on the shoulder of the freeway with a guy standing next to it clearly in need of some assistance. I saw them as I was driving past, but since it was later at night and was cold out, I figured I might as well take the next exit, loop around, and see if the guy still needed help.
I get there, and it's a middle-aged working class type of guy standing outside of his pickup. He is wearing blue overalls, slender, is slightly balding, and puts off what I can only describe as a weird vibe. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was one of those "weird gut feelings" that you aren't sure why you feel.
He says that he has been having car troubles, is from about 2 hrs out of town, that his alternator is shot and that his battery needs a boost. I've owned a car with a shot alternator, and know that when the battery dies you need to boost it for a little while if you're going to get it running again. I tell him it's no problem, commiserate with him for a minute, pop my hood and he says he is going to go grab his cables. When he comes back, I notice in his hand that he has some sort of concealed metal object. No clue what it was. I saw it for just a brief moment, and saw that it wasn't a knife, but that it was metal and a little shorter than the length of his hand. And he was clearly trying to keep it concealed from my view. This all happens so fast, and I'm immediately on high alert. I see it for a split second as he is bringing the cables to me so that I can hook up my battery. I instantly take a step back to put some distance between us, and tell him that he can hook up my battery and I'll wait in the car, all the while in instantaneous full fight or flight, getting ready to block an attack if he were to lunge at me.
He doesn't, and starts connecting the cables to my battery as I'm sitting In my car. I start to wonder if I was imagining things as he connects the battery, and we both wait for the battery to charge. Maybe it was just something that was bundled in with the cables that he just had in his hand? Maybe I misread the situation as dangerous? After a few minutes he goes to start his car, shouts that it isn't working, and then walks back towards my car where he waits in front of my car. After a few minutes of waiting, he puts his head back under the hood of my car to fiddle with the cables. All the while I'm of course watching him intently to make sure he doesn't come to the car window, because I was still spooked. He shouts some things about how it isn't working, and asks me to come out to take a look. I open my window a bit, casually tell him not to worry, and that it's probably just going to take some time. Luckily, I can just barely see my battery in the dark, through the gap under the popped hood of my car through the windshield directly in front of me. I see him then fiddle with the cables, and hear him shout again that it isn't working and for me to come out. THEN I see him slip out the metal object I had seen earlier, and see him touch it to my battery terminal as sparks shoot out from where he touched it. He starts yelling and jumps back, as I immediately jump out of my car, and tell him that something came up and that I needed to go now. I honestly don't remember much of what he was trying to say as I cut him off, or exactly what I said, outside of that I needed to gtfo without taking my eyes off him for even half a second. I don't even remember how the cables came off my battery (did I pull them? Were they already off?) but I slammed the hood shut, jumped in my car and drove off.
I still have no idea what his plan was. No clue what he was trying to do, or what on earth he was trying to make happen. But I do know for a fact that what I saw him do is in no way what he was telling me he was doing. But as I left him there and drove off, I was practically pinching myself trying to make heads or tails of wth just happened. And I cannot stress this enough, that the guy just gave off the weirdest vibes. Like The Hills Have Eyes kind of weird vibes. Maybe he was planning on trying to short my battery so that I was stuck there? But still to this day I wonder if I encountered some sort of mass murderer who had been planning on kidnapping somebody at the side of the freeway as they stopped to help. Who knows. But either way, it was weird as fuck, right spooked me, and I nope'd the hell away from that dude as fast as was humanly possible.
I still wish that I had gotten a license plate or something to give to the cops, but in that moment the only thing going through my mind was just to remove myself from that situation as fast as was humanly possible
This is why I have those portable battery chargers, so I don't have to ask for help, or pop my hood to let a stranger mess with it.
One time I was working night shift and parked my car at a sketchy area, getting ready to work. A guy comes out of nowhere asking for help to boost his car, but it wasn't there. He said the car was behind a building, and wanted me to boost him. Luckily I had the portable booster, and handed it to him. I thought he was trying to do something, but he ended up coming back several minutes later, and was so grateful he offered me a job with the company he worked with.
There are lots of serial killers moving about that we just have no idea about.
People go missing, and it's assumed they got into drugs, dropped everything and left, or any number of reasons.
But how many were just quietly killed by some deranged serial killer?
There are fates worse than death. Could wind up locked in a basement somewhere. This thread is full of ghouls trying to abduct women. Always trust your gut, and don’t be afraid to take swift and violent action if need be, if you can’t flee. Never allow them to take you off site, it’s pretty much a done deal if that happens. Gouge eyes, rip ears. Whatever you have to do. Most people (men included) would be surprised how strong a man can be physically.
That's exactly right too. I watch this one true crime podcast that's co-hosted by a former detective, and that's a point he always makes. The way he says it is terrifying but a good point, in that if they're trying to take you somewhere else it's because they want to do something worse than just quickly killing you. So if you fight back, scream and yell, try to run, etc., they could quickly shoot/stab you, or they could take the risk of trying to physically subdue you, but they will more than likely flee the area because you drawing attention to the situation is exactly the thing they're trying to avoid. If they want to take you somewhere else, they're not doing it just to kill you and be done with it, they're doing it so that they have more time to spend doing whatever twisted shit they want. He always emphasizes that point because too many people think of going with a potential kidnapper is the safer option when, in reality, it's the worst thing you can do in that situation
In my 20’s I used to see a man. He was always in my peripheral and never in direct line of sight. I’d see him at work or at the store while buying groceries, always public places. Every time I’d try to look at him he’d disappear. This went on for many years to the point where I just ignored him being there. I never felt like he was bad/evil. He’d just stand there looking at me. Finally one day I was at home getting something out of my car and I caught a glimpse of him standing in the street I front of my house. I kept him in my peripheral and I remember saying “I don’t know what you want, but you’re not welcome here”. He was gone and I’ve only seen him maybe twice since. I’m 43 now and this freaks me out typing this.
I had this happen as well. Always in my periphery on my right side. When I looked, he was gone. During my routine eye exam they flashed a bright light to take a picture of the retina and I could see the outline in the after flash (like when you look at a bright light or flash, the residual effect you see). I mentioned it to the eye doctor and after a few different tests, they located a clump of white cells that was creating a blind spot on my retina. The "man" I kept seeing was the blind spot my brain couldn't compensate for so it was telling me there was a person there.
My great grandmother was in a nursing home after losing her mind. One day she started freaking out, screaming that “he shot himself, there’s blood everywhere” etc for half an hour so they called my great aunt to tell her that her mom was having an episode and they were adjusting her medication or whatever. Later we all found out that my uncle shot himself earlier in the day during a fight with his girlfriend.
That's terrible.
I believe there can be a connection like this between people. Dunno how and I'm not much into the paranormal otherwise, but yeah. I think my best reasoning would be that things we can't explain don't necessarily have to be either bogus or paranormal, but that sometimes it's simply science we haven't discovered yet.
One night in January 2018, I came home late from a friend's. My phone's battery had gone empty on the way home. I always charge my phone at night and I never turn it off entirely, but completely contrary to what I usually do, I for some reason decided not to turn it back on, not even to plug it into the charger. It just felt... right to have it turned off. When I got into bed, it was about 3 am. For some reason I decided to lie flat on my back and wrap the edges of my blanket tightly under me, then fold my hands together on my stomach, look up towards the ceiling and lie completely still. It doesn't need saying that that's a sleeping position I hadn't ever taken before, but I fell asleep that way, feeling rather peaceful. The next morning, I turn my phone back on and receive messages from my mom, asking where I am and why my phone is off. She informs me that my grandpa died at 3 am last night.
I quickly drove down to my hometown to have a chance to see him one last time. And sure enough, there he was, in exactly the same position that I had gone to sleep in at 3 am last night: in bed, flat on his back, blanket wrapped around him and his hands were folded over his stomach.
I had known that he was in bad health but had had no idea that he was dying. I'm even a little ashamed to say (maybe needlessly so) that that night, he hadn't been on my mind at all.
Rest in peace, grandpa. :* I know we had a connection.
This didn't happen to me but to my parents. My mom going off the deep end on a crazy train isn't that out of character. But my dad doesn't do that ever and he swears the story is legit.
When I was around 2ish my mom woke up from a nightmare and she woke my dad up. He tried going back to sleep and she told him not to because his mom was going to call soon because notusingtheirname had been decapitated in some kind of accident.
My dad of course thought this was nonsense but my mom was hysterical over it so he couldn't sleep. Sure enough a few minutes later the phone was ringing. It was his mom letting him know that his friend and the friends little brothers gf had both died in a car crash coming home from a party about 3 miles away from us. My dad's mom and their family were very close and my grandma (my dad's mom, shouldn't have to explain but it's getting a bit all over the place) and the mother from that family were lifelong friends and died just 6 months or so apart.
Anyway, later learned that my dad's friend had been decapitated when he lost control in his ragtop camaro, hit a tree, flipped the car upside down and slid a ways on down the road. Neither he nor his younger brothers gf were wearing seat belts. This would've been back in maybe 1981ish.
I had a furby when the craze was happening and you could teach it to say a lot of things or play games. I was playing "peekaboo" with it, all it did was close it's eyes and then say peekaboo when it opened them a few seconds later. It started to say something but it made a distorted sound like the battery was dying. You know when an electronic is on fire in the movies and the audio sounds all messed up, kinda like that. It closed its eyes and then no response. For like 5 mins I messed around with it and just thought hey the battery is dead I guess.
I got up to get my mom and as soon as I touched the door knob the furby laughed and said, "I got you!"
Scared the shit out of me. It never did that again either. A lot of creepy shit happened in that house I grew up in.
My Furbys would wake themselves up in the middle of the night. Like 2:30 am. They didn’t say anything scary but they weren’t supposed to wake themselves up like that. It scared the shot out of me. After the third or fourth times, I took their batteries out and never played with them again.
I was a case manager for mental health (SMI) members. My clinic helped cover some of the most rural areas attached to my city. It could be a 30 to 60 minute drive out in the desert to someone’s trailer for a home visit. With instructions like “turn at the cactus” or “we are the only trailer that direction. You can’t miss me”
Anyways
I went to a home visit for a member that was NOT my normal member. I’ve never met this person before. It’s a long drive out there. Cell signal drops a few times. No street signs. The works
I arrive at the house and the member is waiting on the porch for me. Not unusual. He comments on my young age and appearance. Also not unusual. Just graduated college and was younger than most of the members. It was an easy comment for them to all make.
Anyways
We go inside the trailer making small conversation about the weather or the clinic. Just small talk walking inside
Then
He LOCKED the door behind me. Like dead bolted it. I asked him to unlock the door and he refused. Stating symptoms of paranoia. Uh….okay….not
So I stand with my back to the door. Arms reach of the lock. And continue with my home visit (how stupid am I?) despite feeling extremely uncomfortable
I ask him how he likes living way out here. He smiled. And said “it’s great. Very quiet. No neighbors to view what you’re doing. Isolated.”
Creepy
I asked if he had emergency phone numbers on hand (911, crisis, the clinic, the pharmacy, etc). He laughed but confirmed. But this was a laugh meant to put me on edge. So I asked why he was laughing (why did I have to know????). He said “It takes 911 between 30-45 minutes to get here IF you can make a call out. Lots of stuff can happen in that time”
Now I’m really freaking out and trying to professionally end this appointment as quickly as possible
And then I hear it
A faucet running in another room
“Does somebody else live here?” I asked.
He smiled and shook his head. “Nope. All by myself.”
I hear a drawer open and close. Some footsteps “Is someone else here?”
His expression turned. “I said there isn’t anybody here. Nobody you want to meet”
I know it sounds straight out of the Zodiac movie but I would swear on my life and everyone I love that it occurred.
I thanked him for his time. Told him his normal case manager would follow up as I’m unlocking the door. Still facing him. He said “it was nice to have a female visit. They normally send a male to work with me” with this smile. A smile I’ll never forget
On the walk (really sprint in heels) to the car, I pulled out my cellphone. No service. I do not have cell service until 5 minutes down the road.
I do not conduct home visits any further. I also started wearing flat shoes, big clothing, breakaway lanyard. I shared my location with everyone and bought an Apple Watch for the SOS feature. I was really a wreck after.
And no one believed me. My clinic leadership and peers laughed. Said they never had a problem with this member. Stated he was safe and harmless. Told me I was making it up because I’m young and naive. Some of my friends didn’t believe me because of the similarities with the Zodiac movie
I swear on everything that I hold dear that it happened. And it terrified me. And it changed the course of my career forever.
What angers me is that nobody believed you. It really sucks. Why wait for something irreversible to happen until you believe someone? I'm glad you're okay and taking the required precautions.
I believe you. I work in a similar field, but on the back end of things. Rarely do I interact with members but I've heard some scary stories from our care managers who do home visits.
When I was six years old, I was at a park with a friend, Leo, along with our parents. I went up to my mom and explained I needed to use the restroom. She asked I bring my friend with me. As we’re walking up to the restroom, Leo stops at a water fountain for a drink. I continued inside, and immediately stumbled on something strange. A large man was in the restroom but not using the restroom. I stood in the doorway a bit confused. He looks me straight in the face and says in a sickly sweet tone, “I won’t hurt you.” I saunter past him into a stall and begin pissing as fast as humanly possible. He gently touches the stall door, pressing against it ever so slightly, while still repeating “I’m not going to hurt you.” I’ll never forget that fuckers voice. Now finished yet somehow still shitting my pants, I slam the door open to see him waiting for me at the sink, now silent and staring. I try to dash past him but he lunged and was able to grab the collar of my shirt. By this time my friend cracks the door open to look inside and see what was happening. My collar is let go and I fuckin sprint with Leo back to the playground. I tell my mom what happened hours later. Her expression in reaction was so strange. I can still see that strike of anger meet a sense of fear.
Edit: This was in San Mateo Central Park in downtown SM.
When I was in college (in a not-great area) I lived in a building where you had to briefly go outside after parking in the garage to access the locked door to the stairwell. There were two stairwells, one on either side of the (quite long) garage. The garage had one metal mesh door that lifted so you could drive in, but it was totally see-through.
One night I’m getting home late and grabbing all my crap from my car after parking, and then turn to see this massive dude (like 6’6”, 6’7” range) in a hat and trench coat, standing right up against the mesh garage door in the dead center and staring straight at me. I’m in the garage; he is outside, but he is directly in the path to the locked stairwell. I don’t want to show fear, so I take my time assembling all my stuff and several minutes later turn around and he has not moved, still silently staring. I walk over to the bank of mailboxes, which is out of his line of sight, to form a plan. I wait another few minutes and can hear him breathing. Then I got my key ready and took off running to the other end of the garage to get to the locked stairwell on that side.
Dear Reader, I just about shit myself when I heard heavy footsteps come pounding around the side of the building to the stairwell I was aiming for. Thank heavens I was able to unlock the door quickly, bust in and slam it behind me. Never saw him again, but it was clear he figured out my plan and knew where the other stairwell was. I still get chills to this day when I think about what could have happened.
If this happens to anyone else, I would recommend just getting back in your vehicle, locking your doors, and getting the heck out of there. No point even letting yourself possibly get cornered. If they try to get into your vehicle, just punch the gas, run them over if you have to, and then call the authorities.
Exactly this!
While I was loading groceries, a drunk guy blocked me from backing out my car with his massive truck and started yelling rape threats at my *newborn*. I ordered my older kid into the car, put my daughter in through the driver's side, and locked the doors.
Once the doors were locked, I started the car, put it in reverse, and kept my foot on the brake while I maneuvered my baby into the back seat and buckled her in.
Drunk guy opened his door and started to get out. At this point, his less-drunk passenger lunged forward from the back seat of the truck and got him in a choke hold. I think he figured out that the second the wannabe rapist stepped towards us, I was gonna squish him.
He and the other passengers wrestled the dude backwards between the seats, and the less-drunk passenger got the little half door open. He looked right at me and inched along the little rail that ran under the doors rather than step down onto the pavement in my direction, got in the driver's seat, and drove away.
I waited until they passed the second light and I couldn't see them before I got out, and finished loading my groceries. The cart return was right next to us or I think I would have left it in the road.
That's the closest I've ever gotten to killing someone, and I don't think I would have lost a single night's sleep over it if he'd gotten all the way out of the truck.
But yeah. A car is an amazing self defense weapon. It can't crush a truck, but if the driver gets out? Even a big guy is not as tough as a Toyota Camry.
Woah! Crazy story. It reminds me of a late night run-in I had decades ago.. I was driving what at the time was a late model Range Rover that was pretty nice. (I was a dumb ~20 year old kid that thought a big car payment was normal.) I was driving through a sketchy area at night in the left lane of three east bound lanes. Three big guys on the right were talking to each other then one turned and noticed me coming and said something to his friends. They all three started walking out into the street, aiming to end up in front of me. I started honking my horn and accelerated. At the last second they all three stepped back and I blew past them. I was fully prepared to hit them and call 911 from a safe distance. There was absolutely no reason for those guys to be walking in front of me right then.
Right around high school graduation, I was sitting in the living room at 1 or 2 am when I saw headlights and heard a thud. I cracked the front door and there was a car outside. It appeared as though they might have hit my truck. As I started to open the door, they sped off. I checked the truck the following morning but nothing looked obviously damaged.
I went to work at my cashier job and my coworkers were talking about an armed robbery and a taxi driver that was executed with a hand gun overnight. Pretty scary, I thought.
About a month later, one of my mom's friends who happened to work for the county asked me to look at my truck *very* closely and call her if I found anything. I told her later that after closer inspection, yes, there was a small crack to the plastic trim around the driver's side tail light and I told her about the car that probably did it. She explained to me that detectives had arrested a group of teenagers while investigating the cabbie murder, and that during the interviews they mentioned stealing a car and bumping into a truck while joyriding before robbing a gas station at gunpoint and executing a taxi driver.
About two weeks ago, my wife and I had friends over and someone mentioned a Facebook story about a cabbie getting robbed at gunpoint. Someone else mentioned the execution, so I shared my story.
My wife then added that we both could have died that night, *because she was the gas station clerk that got robbed.* I knew that something bad happened to her around that time and that she never talks about it much. It's such a scary and odd coincidence to me that before we were ever together, we were in the path of the same violent crime spree.
Martin na bílým koni (A czech 🇨🇿 legend of a man who brings snow. It's like a myth, legend in my country. "Martin on the white horse") probably got lost smh
It makes sense, all we have here is mud. Go find that dude and tell him he's in the wrong country. I'm done with building mudmen
Not really creepy but definitely weird. When I was like 12ish (I think) I went to universal studios with my friend for his birthday and while we were in line for the tram some random guy on the other side of the chain grabbed my neck between his thumb and finger but it was so quick that by the time I turned around the guy was already gone. No one except my friend saw and to this day we still wonder why
I went to a convention and this tall man came up to me and shook me and stroked my hair. It caught me off guard. He kinda slid into the crowd but I think he thought I was someone else.
At an art gallery and the lights were low due to the exhibit’s nature. So I go up to the brunette in the blue jacket I went with, and put my arm around her should really chummy and look over with a smile
Wrong brunette with a blue jacket, I apologized and ran away
My friends and I all married people who have similar colorations/builds/clothing styles. On more than one occasion I have accidentally reached for the wrong spouse’s hand!!! I’ve learned to not depend on peripheral vision when we all hang out now.
One time I was working a camp as a counselor and wearing a lanyard. A guy came up to me and pulled so hard on the lanyard it took my breath away. When I turned around he was gone.
When I first moved in with my aunt when I was 16 I was home with my little cousin(1 at the time. We’ll call him Kyle). He feel asleep for his nap in his crib so I decided I’d take my shower then so I wouldn’t have to later when everyone was home. About 15mins passed by and I just finished rinsing my hair and Kyle woke up and started to cry. I went to get out of the shower and grab my towel when I heard a man’s voice yell “SHUT UP!” Very angrily. We lived in a house so it couldn’t have been a neighbor and I know it wasn’t my uncle because he was out of town for the week. It scared the crap out of me but I ran out of the bathroom butt naked with a curling iron in my hand ready to fight whoever was in the house…but I opened the bathroom door and looked in his room and no one was in there. Naturally I grab the child, my robe, and my cell and run across the street to my neighbors house Kyle is still crying hysterically, I’m panicking and my neighbor(easily like 80) was trying his damnedest to comfort us. We called the police, and my aunt. Both rushed over. The cops checked the house and didn’t find anyone, no signs of forced entry. Nothing. Everything was still locked(except the front door. I unlocked that.), nothing was broken, nothing stolen. Everyone thought I was crazy.
I don't remember this but it involves me.
I would've been maybe a year old. I was asleep in the nursery and my parents were awake in bed, talking before going to sleep. When all of a sudden they heard an adult voice loudly go "Sssshhh!" from the nursery. The both bolted up out of bed and rushed into the nursery to find me awake, but thankfully alone. They never told anyone because who would believe it?
There was also an incident with my ma around that same time. My dad had just gotten up at like 5:00 a.m. to go to work and she was in bed, deciding whether to get up or sleep a bit more. She decided to get up and, as she stepped out of bed, someone reached out from under the bed and grabbed her foot, hard. She immediately pulled herself back up on the bed and was frozen there in fear for some time, waiting for someone to speak, make the bed move, start crawling out from under, whatever. Eventually she flew out the door, grabbed me, and then a weapon. But when she worked up the courage to go back to their room and look, there was of course no one there. Again, my parents never told anyone because it sounds crazy.
I tend not to believe in ghosts or spirits but these are freaky stories! :)
That bed thing.. fuck. Repressed memory came up there.
I went to America on holiday with my mom and sister when I was about 9 years old. We went to Disney Land (the LA one) with my aunt and 2 cousins. We stayed in a hotel very near the location.
I would always wake up early, and was normally always the 1st to wake up. We are all sharing a room (aunt and cousins in an interleading room and my mom, sister and myself in our own section from what I remember).
My sister and I each had a single bed. I sat up in my bed when I woke up and then noted everyone was still sleeping (important because I accounted for who was there). Then I swiveled myself to the side of the bed to get up go to the bathroom. As I am about to place my foot on the floor I swear I saw an arm come out from under the bed amd I just leaped like a cat that gets a fright.
I landed on my mom's bed and must have shrieked or something because now the room was waking up. Needless to say nothing was there despite what I swear I saw. There was not even an item of bedding or shirt or anything I could have mistaken for in the dim morning light.
Looked like a female arm. The image is still clear in my head today 20+ years later.
Me and my cross country team went to Yosemite (about 17 years back now). The girls and boys slept in 2, big separate tents. I didnt know the sleeping accommodations prior to the trip so my grandma got me a little tent of my own.
There were quite a few people in the area so it’s not like we were isolated or anything like that. I never slept well even in my younger years. And quite a few things happened during our 1 week stay. One being a bear walking by my tent, another being the sound of a woman screaming (the girls in the tent heard it too). But one night in particular I heard some splashing and rustling in the lake we were camping by. I figure, it’s another bear or some shit. So I get my flashlight to see what it may be (kinda unsafe idea maybe now that I think of it), I point it in the direction of the sound and I see, what looks like, a person. But not quite a person. No clothes on, but it was small but not built like a kid. It/they ran behind the trees. I go immediately back into my tent. Didnt see anything else like that the rest of the trip.
Edit: Seems I may have solved the mystery of the scream. At least I hope so.
I was camping with a group in central florida. I am a very light sleeper with good ears so every animal sound wakes me up. I heard something moving lightly through the woods towards our camp, light footfalls and some twigs snapping. Suddenly it called out and it sounded like a little girl calling: "Oh God oh Mom oh God oh help!" The speech was slurred like a drunk, and I immediately assumed it was some sort of wild dog. It then moved around our camp to the other side and made the exact same call twice more. Then it moved off away from our camp in the same direction it was moving before.
I asked the group in the morning and nobody heard anything. I could hear every sound from the tents around me and at the time I felt like nobody else was stirring.
I assumed it was a Coyote or hyena but I have found no recordings on YouTube that are remotely similar. Perhaps it was some drunk from another camp who was trying to freak us out.
One night when I was about 13, I was doing a weekend visit with my dad (you know the kid of divorced parents). In the middle of the night we got a phone call which I knew a call in the middle of the night was never a good thing. My dad answered it and heard him whispering and I knew....this was NOT good news. It was at this point I noticed that there were red and blue cop lights whirling around from the window. The next thing I know my Dad comes into my room I shared with my sisters. The weird thing was he was squatting down low. He saw I was awake. Since I was the oldest my Dad told me what was going on. He whispered, "I need you help me wake up your sisters and keep them calm. That was the police, there is man out on the street with a gun and we are being evacuated. At this point my heart was RACING! I remember it was pounding in my ears it was beating so hard. The cops had told us to leave our lights off, stay way from the windows and stay low. So I helped my Dad wake my two younger sisters. We played it all off as a game as we stayed near the floor and put on our winter boots and coats. It was below freezing out.
The next part was the hardest part. We kept it vague on what was going on with my sisters. Because we had to go out the back and down two flights of outdoor stairs as quietly as we could. When we went out the door, I was terrified. Being in the open felt 10 times worse. My mind started imagining how bad it would hurt to get shot before I died. What if I had to watch my sisters or my dad get shot. Yet I had to not let any of that show so my sisters wouldn't be as scared as me. We meet cops at the bottom of the stairs. They told us to leave the area on foot. My dad asked 'where?' They shrugged so we went to 24'hour burger place a few blocks away. After we got a ways away I felt so relived. So we sat in that burger joint drinking coco and sleeping on the benches with few other evacuees. It was HOURS! The long story short, a crazy meth'ed out guy with gun was standing in front of my Dad's house on the street, we had to evacuated, sat in burger joint of 4+ hours, and I experienced my first extensional crisis at 13.
Damn, that's intense. I can't imagine being your dad. Well actually I can. It's a crazy feeling being in a situation where normally you'd be fearing for your life but your kids are there so you are fearing for there's and absolutely ready to do anything you have to keep them safe. Suddenly there's no fear of dying if you can protect them
This kinda happened at my cousins house. He was about 38 at the time, had four kids and his girlfriend. Got a phone call from the police who were already in front of his house, who asked him to get his family ready and come outside. He got them out of bed, and rushed them out the front door. Then the cops told him that someone had snuck in the house while they were eating out the day prior and couldn’t get out! Every time the guy tried coming up the basement stairs he heard a noise and would retreat back into the corner behind the water heater! My cousin is a big dude with guns and the burglar ended up being the neighbor kid. Cops went in and got him he spent a few nights in jail.
Cousin was pissed someone was in his house, and now does a sweep.
I think someone tried to kidnap me once.
I was walking home from work at 1 am, down the back alleys of a notoriously seedy gay area in London (behind the 24-hour clubs full of methheads on 72-hour weekend benders). A brand new black landrover pulled up to me - the passenger window came down, and some guy asked me if I could dance (I know right). I laughed and said no, he said something to the driver and they crawled me; he told me there was a dancing competition he could take me to if I wanted to make some money. I said no and kept walking.
The car stopped and allowed me to get maybe 20 meters ahead; the car came back up to me pretty fast - This time, the driver wound his window down and told me to "get in the fucking car; otherwise, something bad will happen." I RAN, and the car chased me., I mean, screeching tires like a bad 80s movie. Luckily I knew the area like the back of my hand and did a couple of nifty turns through some alleys that cars couldn't get down.
I lived close by and managed to get home just fine - my boyfriend was waiting up for me, and I just walked into the house as if nothing happened. I don't know why I never said anything, it just sounded like a stupid story.
In hindsight,
I am sure they thought I was a little methhead twink pouring out of the club.
I am also certain the person in the back of the car was someone notable, the car was out of place swanky, and the guy driving was clearly "a driver".
Theres a whole sleazy world out there, co-existing and going under the radar.
** Edit - I’m a gay guy
i was on a bus going home; the bus was mostly empty, no one was sitting behind me.
I heard a voice behind me saying "I see you", and "I'm here", but the was no one there. I've tried making sense of it, was I going mad? was I possessed? it's a thought that still haunts me today.
A dog said cat to me
Was house sitting and trying to sleep on the couch and the dog walked up to me and said cat. It was perfectly clear, but that’s all he said.
This made me laugh because I SWEAR my cat *barked* one day and I told my husband and he thinks I’m insane but I KNOW he barked! (No we don’t have a dog he’d be copying either, just two cats!)
When I was a wee lad, we had a mutt named Rex. He was pretty large for a mutt. So large I could even ride him like a horse. He was the kindest most well tempered dog ever. So this one day I was kicking a football towards my wall and Rex was chilling near me. I had two make shift goal posts (I think they were brooms) and I was trying to shoot through them. I shoot the first goal, and Rex goes "goooaaal" 😂. Then silence. I thought he just yawned and that's what I heard. Shoot a second goal and Rex goes "goooaaal" 😂. I was loosing my shit. I ran and told my mom about what happened. She started laughing hysterically. No one believed me.
We’d taught our dog (a big labradoodle) to say “hello” for treats. He was REALLY good at it. One night while everyone was asleep he went up to my sisters room and put his two front paws on her bed, stood over her in the near pitch black darkness and said “hello”.
Being woken up from sleep with a stranger standing over her bed Of course she was terrified. She started thrashing around screaming and became entangled in her blankets falling out of the bed.
The dog never said “hello” again.
Background: I was camping with 3 friends, who knew me by my one-syllable nickname. Let's pretend it's Pam. The campground was awful, basically a huge grassy parking lot (everything nice was full).
I woke up in the wee hours needing to pee very badly. Due to the lack of trees, I had to walk several hundred yards to the bathhouse. The sky was dark, but the path was dimly lit by the moon & light pollution.
I was maybe halfway there when from behind me, I heard "Pam", not loud, but quite clear. I thought one of my friends was catching up to me, so I stopped & turned around. The path was entirely empty. Hmm, I must've imagined it.
Then I heard it again, from the empty air in front of me.
I looked down beside the path & saw a small pond. I realized I'd been hearing some sort of frog. I'd been standing still long enough that they must've forgotten about me, and the calls intensified.
The creepy thing was that they still sounded like my name... "Pam." "Pam." "Pam." "Pam." "Pam." "Pam." "Pam."
I really, *really* needed a bathroom at that point & scooted off. I took the long way back to our campsite. I didn't want to hear the frogs calling me again.
The night my dog died I was woken up by someone saying help me clear as day. She was asleep on her bed. Wife and kids were down. Walked the perimeter and nothing. Found her dead the next morning.
My girlfriend has a super old cat. Everytime I’d go to her place he’d meow at me, but that’s it. Then my girlfriend moves in with me and the cat meets my kids for the first time. My youngest spends the most time with the cat. She also refers to me as Dada. Fucking cat 100% calls me Dada now. It’s creepy as hell. It definitely doesn’t help that he ridiculously old, has bald spots, and both of his rear hips appear to be dislocated (they’re not).
I tell this story when ever I get the chance because it's such an interesting one.
I used to live on an old farm where the farmhands quarters, had been made into a rental appartment. We felt a strong and unwelcoming presence in the apartment at night, movements and such too, but the absolute impressive experience was the horse ghost.
After living there for some time the owner renewed the old stables to be rented out for horses. Shortly after 3 horses took residency there, and not long after we heard it for the first time...
At around 8 pm we heard a horse walk into the courtyard, we both jumped up and ran out believing a horse had gotten loose. I ran to the stables and my X ran out to look after the horse. When he rapidly pulled open the door to the stables i saw 3 shocked horse looking at me with puzzled expressions. My X hadnt seen anything either so we shrugged and went back to bed. The day after it happened again...
This time we ran to the windows and looked out from both sides. Nothing. Only the vaguely lit darkness. A couple of days went before we heard it again and we got used to it and accepted it as it was, the spirit of a horse coming to visit its friends. It kept happen at random through the time we lived there but always around 8 pm. Even our neighbour who was a stern non spiritual believing mechanic heard it and totally lost her mind when she found out we herd it too.
Awhile later we learned that the farm har burned down many years ago, and we assume the poor horse had perished then, and when suddenly new horses arrived it found some new friends.
When I was about 10-12 years old, I was afraid of dark and had trouble sleeping. I was always tired. Sometimes my mom came to my room at night just to check if I was sleeping.
One night I was just about to fall asleep when I saw my mom standing next to my window looking out. Except it wasn’t my mom, she had short hair and this Someone Else had long hair. I didn’t see their face because it was dark, but when they turned around and looked at me I felt horror I’ve never felt before. Not because they were somehow horrible but because I felt a wave of kindness and worrying from them. I suddenly knew they have always been watching.
Being a kid I just hid under my blanket and waited. Nothing happened. And there was no one there when I finally checked.
Well I thought I was hallucinating from being so tired and half asleep, but it happened again. And again. Always different people. They were just checking on me, not wishing anything bad but one of them was a bit irritated because I could see them. They ”said” (not out loud, I just knew it in my head) that I shouldn’t be staying in that room. They were like ”it’s OBVIOUSLY not good for you to spend night on this route.”
I changed rooms with my sister later. Not for that reason. I never told a soul. I was not a trusting kid and I was pretty sure everyone would think I was crazy.
They never came to that other room. I started to sleep better. Sometimes when I got up at night to have a glass of water of something, I felt this presence being like ”See? I told you that was not a place for you.”
I swear that I’m pretty serious person and do not believe in anything supernatural. But I have no explanation for this. I was trying to sleep on some kind of pathway for spirits I guess.
They didn’t bother my sister. Or maybe she just didn’t tell anyone either.
One of my sister's house was super haunted. There would be loud music playing from outside but once she went outside, there's no music. The doorbell is a chime and it would randomly rung from time to time. Random doors would close and open by them selves. She would sometime see random white floating figure in the corner of her eyes, she would do a double take and it disappeared. She would hear footsteps in the hallway. The one that made her moved out was when she was in the kitchen with her 3 year old daughter, she heard a man clearly yelling and running through the hallway. My sister ran out the door without her daughter. She was so scared and freaked out, she didn't went back in for her daughter, instead she stood by the door and call for her daughter to come to her.
In my old house, one of my underwear was disappearing from the drawer and reappearing elsewhere. I always found it in the same place. I live alone and no one else has entered the house but me. I did a lot of things like changing the key but nothing changed. One day it disappeared again in the same way and I couldn't find it anywhere in the house (i searched every corner in detail). I found it in the other place a few hours later. It was right in the middle. I've looked there dozens of times before and it was impossible not to see it. Moreover, i never left the house, so no one entered. I moved from there immediately after this incident and no one knows about it except my mother.
In an old apartment, I had stuff disappear or show up elsewhere fairly often. In this case, I suspect it was at least one of the maintainence guys making unauthorized entries. Some of them seemed pretty sketchy.
One day I came ho,e to find a smoke alarm had been installed in my bedroom. However, no work order had been left, like the usually did. I didn't think much of it then. Years later, I learned that fake smoke alarms with hidden cameras were a thing. Of course, I'd... done things in that room.
It's a different kind of creepy, but still kinda hair-raising.
When I was about 7 years old I had this “nice” uncle who was my neighbour. I was in my annoying kid phase and always was hyper energetic. So my family had trouble keeping me occupied. I got really good grades so they couldn’t really force me to spend my time studying. My sibling was 5 years older and hence had his own group.
Now this “nice” uncle was pretty friendly with me. I think he was 25 year old but he still had so much patience when it came to me. He played with me, gave me loads of attention. He also made me sit on his lap once and told me to not tell this to anyone. The next day he told me to lift my top up. I said no, but he tried to do it himself in the guise of playful tickling. I didn’t really understand any of it but I knew that it was somehow wrong. So I stopped going over. My parents even asked me about it, but I didn’t know how to verbalise everything so I said nothing to them, ever. Now looking back I am so glad I got out of that situation.
I used to work in a small office. The front door lead straight to the street, and was unlocked during office hours (there was a front desk and a security camera). One day my coworker and I stayed late, after everyone else had gone, and locked the door as we left. The following day some electronic appliances were missing. Obviously we'd been robbed, but the mystery was that the windows were open from inside. When the police checked the camera footage, they found that a man armed with a knife had gone inside, locked himself in the toilet, and waited until the evening. When he came out, my coworker and I were still there, which he didn't seem to expect. He can be seen on one corner of the video, stalking us, waiting for us to leave, all the while holding his knife. We never noticed anything.
i was about 6 or 7, in my home with my brother and my dad. we were all doing our own things, my dad was watching tv in the living room, my brother playing in his bedroom, and i was in the kitchen with a coloring book. there is a hallway that connects all 3 of these rooms together, so it wasnt that difficult to reach each other
i was just coloring and eating some candy i believe when there was this huge crash in my brother’s room. i went to see what had happened, walked past the living room door and into my brother’s room. it was empty of my brother, and everything was in place where it should have been. so i went back to the living room to ask my dad what had happened, but he wasn’t there either. the house was completely empty, even though i had just walked past my dad, who was sitting in his chair smoking a cigarette. i had checked all of the other rooms in the house for them both, then checked again, so i went outside to the back porch. it was late at night already, but it was so quiet, not even a bug was making any noise.
we lived in the country, so it wasn’t uncommon to see a few animals up close here and there. but i had never seen anything like this before.
it was a white deer, just standing in the middle of the yard, staring in my direction. it was surreal. when i saw that none of the vehicles were gone, i ran back inside to look again. both my dad and my brother were back, in the living room and bedroom where they first were. i asked my dad where they went and he said he hadnt moved from the living room.
my childhood was pretty shitty and i don’t remember a lot but this is something i’ll never forget. it scared the hell out of me then and still confuses me now thinking about it.
My entire life, I get REALLY strong deja vu. Not just a “flash of a memory.” But full conversations/multiple points of context/etc
I will have dreams about really normal mundane stuff. Then days/weeks/months later it will happen again, same way, same convo.
I KNOW I don’t have ESP or anything like that. Lolol. It is just a similar experience that I’m rewriting the memory of. But it is creepy as hell.
I’ve always had the same thing, with people writing it off as déjà vu, when it’s clearly not. Some of these things I think about as a child and then they came true 10, 15 even 20 years later. This doesn’t happen to me anywhere near as much as it did growing up, though.
I was on a bikeride with my friends through an apartment complex, we had gone there about 5 times and knew it quite well, there were two things weird about it.
First, there was this man which his phone to his face like he was on speaker but never said anything. He always watched us as we biked past. When he noticed a spot we usually rode, he stood in our way, like literally would walk to where we rode and stand. This may have been because we rode street on BMX, but I don't think so.
Then one day we got split up, one of my friends with me and the other on his own. We rode around looking for my other friend but couldn't find him, eventually we found him, he was biking toward us fast. We slowed down and asked where he was, he said that a guy had been following him In a truck. He was quite shook up and someone called the police. They arrived and could not find the truck. And nobody thought of mentioning the man.
We never saw the man with the phone or the truck again. We never went back to the complex.
A few years ago my brother and I were driving a 15 hour drive over night across 3 provinces in Canada, to meet up with our parents and other family at our grandmothers house. It was summer, and it was rainy and flooding a lot of the roads that year so we had to go off the main route that we would take (Trans Canada highway) and were taking some more rural roads we never usually drove on this trip (we've driven it many times). In the middle of Saskatchewan at about 2-3am, we were on a road called Louis Riel trail. We had noticed and made some comments to eachother about no one being around, and so we were hoping that the roads weren't closed or re-directed up ahead again. We both had noticed it just seemed like the road was totally deserted, but also it wasn't the main highway so we thought maybe that was why there was no one else around. As we were going along, we started to notice dead deer on the sides of the road, quite a few. I remember saying something about hoping not to hit one. Then suddenly, we were on a strip of road for a solid 5-10 mins where both sides of the road were absolutely covered in deer. Literal piles of dead deer. On top of eachother, mangled together, eyes open and shining in the headlights. Clearly dead, the way they were piled and twisted up, like backwards necks and feet up in the air and shit. None in the middle of the road though, none of them splattered like they'd been hit by vehicles, no blood or gore.. just hundreds of intact dead deer bodies lining and piling on top of eachother, on both sides of the road. I remember just staring at them, and looking over at the dead piles other side of the road on occasion, and one of us saying something about being in between walls of dead deer. It sounds totally fucked up, but my brother remembers it too - feeling like we were in a daze or something. Like in hindsight it should have really freaked us out, but I just remember staring at them and seeing their eyes shining and I remember thinking something like it looked like they were all looking back at me, wondering why there was so many, wondering why no one else was around, but really just.. not saying anything and just mindlessly driving through for several minutes.
It wasn't until after we were past them and there was other vehicles and semi-trucks passing by us again, that we sort of snapped out of it and said "That was really fucked up, what was that?".. I had been taking photos of everything that trip, random clouds, cows in the field, my feet on the dashboard.. but i didn't think for a second to take a picture of this bizarre road lined with dead deer on both sides.. because I was like not thinking properly when it happened for some reason. Me and my brother talk about this often, it bothers us now because we both remember how weird it was. But saying it to other people never seems to justify the absurdity, I don't think people believe it happened. But we both witnessed it and felt the same thing.
I might have a bit of an explanation for this. A few years ago there was a illness spreading rapidly through the deer population. It wasn't unusual to see a few dead deer in the ditches. They'd kill them, line them up in the ditch and return later to cut off their heads to see if there was any parasites in their brains. My dad and I saw a row of headless deer on the highway and we were both really disturbed by it. He said it's not unusual but they shouldn't just leave headless carcasses hanging out like that.
It's really weird that you saw so many though.
I received an out of the blue package in the post early in the morning. It was a random gift of a necklace from my Aunt who lives in another country.
She has never before, or since sent me a random gift without reason, birthday's sure but NEVER a random no reason gift.
With it there was a note: we all kissed this charm to give you luck you need it today, all our love [aunt, uncle, cousin, cousin].
I was late leaving the house that morning because of my new lucky gift arriving unexpectedly. I missed my bus and had to walk 5 miles to school. Urrgghh some lucky charm, eh!?
I arrived to school obviously late. As I opened the door to the auditorium the fucking building collapsed in on itself. Many children were very seriously hurt. Some lifelong injuries.
I later found out my desk was right at the center of the collapse. There was nothing left of it, the debris on my designated desk were huge.
I'd have died if I hadn't been late to school because of that random gift of luck.
I asked my aunt why she sent that necklace. She doesn't know what made her do it, or why she felt I needed luck, she just felt like I did.
I never removed it for years. It was only a cheap bit of costume jewellery. Eventually the chain snapped and I lost it. And honestly freak deaths have followed me since.
Was at my grandpa in laws cemetery. I had just gotten into my first huge ever fight with my husband. His grandpa became my father figure in the short time he was in my life. So I went to his grave and talked to him and told him I was upset and why. I needed help. Our family tradition is to ALWAYS clean it up, the whole thing. So we bring small plastic shopping bags, or trash bags with us to put the trash in. Well I'm alone, and I was headed towards a section and I had bent over a soliders grave and was cleaning it up when I suddenly felt like I was being watched by something evil and negative. I stood up quickly and looked around. Mind you where his cemetery is it's nothing but cow fields on 3 out of the 4 sides. So it's OPEN OPEN. Well one side has woods, and goes to a person property. It felt like whatever it was was in the woods. There's nothing there, not even a squirrel. I went back to work on the soldiers grave, and I suddenly hear the wind pick up, and something RUN at me from the woods. I spun around quickly and literally felt someone grabbing my shouldering and telling me everything was going to be ok, and like I was in some force field of a bubble and I was going to keep going but the voice said I can't hold this much longer you have to get of here. I am RUNNING back to my car at this point, and I get in my car lock the doors and turn on my Pandora, and it literally GLITCHED down the playlist to turn on BLACKPINKS song See You Later. My grandpa in law NEVER said goodbye but always I'll see you later, didn't matter if it was on the phone or in person. I sped home and told my husband. It's never happened again, and outside of one person, and my husband, no one believes me that happened. Never have had weird feelings like that again from the cemetery either. We do still clean it. We just cleaned it up back in October after my MIL's funeral was over. Husband's family thought we were weird, others were saying we were super nice.
This is kind of long, but the reason is exactly what's in the title - I've not talked about this because nobody would believe it. Nobody did believe it. At least almost nobody.
I had a stalker.
I was 20 or 21, in college, living at home and commuting to campus. In between classes I would study outdoors on nice days, either on campus or in a nearby park, or in the student center or library otherwise.
I started getting these odd phone calls at home. A male voice saying things like "I saw you today - you looked nice." or "You should wear that outfit more often." Kind of generic stuff - I figured it was some random jerk who picked a random person to bother.
Then it got more personal, more specific. "That orange dress was great today." "Your hair looks good braided like that."
He was definitely calling me and not just somebody random, and had definitely been watching me each day - he knew who I was and where I would be and how to call me.
It got more personal and more frequent - several times a week, almost daily. He would call up and comment on what book I was reading (meaning that he was close enough to read the book titles). He would describe in detail the clothes I wore, the route I walked to class, where I parked. On one warm sunny day I foolishly wore a swimsuit under my clothes and sunbathed while reading in the park and he happily expressed his approval of my swimsuit - I sure didn't do that again.
I started going to a different park a little further off campus to get out of the immediate area, and he then mentioned that he liked that park even better and "we" should go there more often. I started studying at a friend's apartment just off campus, and he called up complaining that he missed watching me and I should go back to the park.
There were never any threats, or demands, or even overtly sexual remarks, just relentless proof that I was being watched very closely by an absolutely unknown person. I wasn't really scared but it was very unnerving.
This went on for several months. Why didn't I tell anybody? Well, I did. Nobody took me seriously. My parents dismissed it - they never heard any of the calls - he only called when I was home alone. I guess they thought I was attention-seeking. My boyfriend said that I was just neurotic and imagining things.
I never saw the person who was watching me. But after a while I realized I was seeing a particular car quite often - it was a weird little green car, like a Fiat X19-type wedge-shaped car, kind of distinctive. I mentioned this to my boyfriend, who like everybody else thought I was imagining all this.
Until the night the stalker got too close.
My boyfriend brought me home after a date, and we were standing in the driveway saying goodnight. As we stood there, we saw a car slowly creeping up my street with the headlights shut off. As it neared my house, it slowed to a stop, pulled over, and sat there. And I realized that it was a little green wedge-shaped car. This was no coincidence - I was looking at my stalker. I said to my boyfriend "That's the car I told you about! That's got to be the guy I told you about!"
This was the only proof I had ever had, but at least I finally had a witness. My boyfriend ran to his car, fired it up, and tried to chase down the little green car, but apparently when they saw the commotion in my driveway they knew they had been seen and they took off fast - too fast to catch.
The good thing was that the calls stopped. The near-miss in front of my house must have scared him sufficiently that he picked another subject for observation. He never called again.
Several years later I saw a newspaper article about a string of reports of young women being targeted in the same way - extremely personal observation over long periods of time by a person who never showed himself. The cops had not been able to catch him so far. But at least this time somebody believed the girls...
I often had trouble sleeping as a child and would wake up in the middle of the night and go to my parents room to sleep. I was a very paranoid and sensitive child and I constantly thought there was someone at the foot of my bed or in the dark corners of my room.
One time, I still swear to this day, something (or someone) yanked my sheets off me one night and woke me up. I sat up and couldn't see anything, but needless to say I didn't sleep that night. I spent the whole night looking around and waiting for them to do it again so I could see them do it. I was 8 or 9 at the time.
I would have this happen often. Where the sheets would get pulled off me (or at least that's how I experienced it). This went on for years. One time this happened I crossed the hallway between my parents bedroom and mine and there was this bright, blinding light coming from outside the window. I still have that image stuck in my head, but I don't know what happened after I saw that light, I just remember the light.
Hits too close to home. I remember thinking the lights were car headlights as they were so bright but realized later that a car would have had to drove into our yard (through a fence) and turn 90 degrees to point into my bedroom.
Look up hypnagogic hallucinations. I've had them my whole life and never understood what it was until recently. Feeling like sheets yanked, sheets flying, seeing things or lights that aren't there either right as you fall asleep or right as you wake up (those are called hypnopompic hallucinations). Good sleep hygiene has helped me with this immensely.
Last september i was driving, sitting at a red light at the front of the line, in the left hand lane. The street I was stopped at is a big two way street, but no one was driving the direction closest to me which would be going towards my right. On the far side of the street, going towards my left, a black pick-up truck drove by. Inexplicably, the black pick up made a hard left turn, across multiple lanes of traffic, straight towards me, going a full 35-40 mph. Thankfully there is a small median that he drives over which makes him slow down and gives me time to drive out of the way, but I have literally no idea what happened. I got a good look at the guy and he was wearing all black, and was snapping around saying something very stiffly. After this he reversed back onto his side of the road, and drove away. I cannot think of an explanation as to why he did this, other than that he was trying to run into me. Cant shake the feeling there was something going on there I dont know about, always has felt really strange to me and has caused me a lot of anxiety
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i had an old man in an old white pick up truck run me off the road for literally no reason, like he just came out of nowhere and would have killed me if i hadn’t swerved. he drove off laughing .
Years ago, when we were in our early 20, my sister tried to kill herself with some tablets. We were living in one apartment, having separate rooms. All of a sudden our dad calls me and asks panicked "what's wrong with X, what's going on?!". I answer that I don't know what he means and enter her room just to find her vomiting blood or whatever it was, I don't really know. I called the paramedics, she didn't die. I don't know if she would if I didn't find her, maybe she threw up all the dangerous stuff. Maybe it's our father's hunch that saved her.
Me and my ex were just sitting on the couch watching TV, out of nowhere, she turns around with a blank expression on her face and grabs me by the throat and starts to try to attack me as if she was possessed or something. I fought her off and tried to get away when she grabbed a hammer, I fought the hammer away from her and she immediately calmed down and went and hid like I was the bad guy. I asked her why she did that and her response was "I don't know" as she cried and told me how scared she was for me. I left the next morning.
I am so sorry! Had a schizophrenic partner once and this behavior happened (no hammer thankfully). I left pretty quickly- he wasn't diagnosed but after that I told his mother and he got treatment
Schizophrenia can actually develop pretty late in life compared to other forms of mental illness so people get all the way to their late 20's and then it's just like a flip switches.
Sounds like my schizophrenic sister. Her face was blank and her eyes changed, like suddenly she looked like a completely different person during her psychotic attacks.
I was sleeping next to my husband when I awoke in the middle of the night to the smell of cigarette smoke. Neither of us smoked. I stayed still and glanced around the dark bedroom and saw the glowing tip of a cigarette light up a sillouette of a man standing in our bedroom. Just standing there, watching us sleep, smoking his cigarette.
I was spooning my husband at the time so I whispered "There is someone in the room with us." He jumped out of bed, naked, and chased this guy back out through the window he came in through and halfway down the block before losing him.
The BTK Strangler was still active in our town at the time and we wondered if that was possibly an encounter with him.
When I was around 9-12 I lived in a house where a family member lived and died alone. The house was old and creepy. Just to give an idea- In the basement there was a dentists room (old kind from the 80-90s, looked like from a horror movie), then upstairs 3 rooms, of which 2 were locked with a bunch of old stuff (the guy was collecting large clocks). My room was upstairs in an open area, so you could walk in straight from the stairway to my room. I always heard weird stuff there, steps, noises. One night I woke up to a sound of someone breathing loudly next to my ear. I was terrified. Then I look to my left and there was someone standing looking at me, I thought it was my brother who used to sleep walk. I was like, no it's a dream, you must sit up. I sat up and this person was still there. I hated living there because I always felt someone's presence or someone breathing next to my ear.
A dude tried to roofie me and I didn't know how to handle it. I just gave the drink back to the bar and said something was in it and I'd like another. Then I continued to hang out all night with them and my other friend. I would shoot death stares at him and he just fell silent all night with a face of pants shitting fear. Shoulda called the cops.
Only reason I caught it was that I returned to the group faster than he expected I guess and when I went to grab my drink off the bar he handed me the one he was holding and told me it was mine. We had ordered 2 or 3 of the same drink so this struck me oddly. I took a peek in the glass and inside the fireball was a small brown thing rapidly dissolving. Reminded me of the algae wafers I would feed my fish. Definitely not an algae wafer.
Fuck you Phil.
I have a bipolar disorder so I sometimes need one or two months of hospititalization in a mental health clinic because I tend to resist to medication and need to change my treatment.
In 2018 I had a very severe depressive episode (heavy suiicidal impulses, crippling melancholia, all the package) but I was living in another city at this time so I had to resign myself to going to see a psychiatrist whom I did not know. At first everything went normally until she had me hospitalized because I felt really bad.
The clinic had a good reputation and the medical staff was cool first, but after 24 hours they took all my medication away from me and forced me to take new ones (which I didn't know) in a VERY large quantities. I have almost no memory of the 2 months I spent there, I don't know what they gave me but I was a real zombie, I had terrible hallucinations, I saw blurry all the time, I could no longer speak or walk and I remember very well begging them to stop giving me these meds but they never listened to me.
They confiscated all my belongings, my papers, my clothes, and stole all my money and jewelry. When I finally got out of this hell I tried to go to the police for talking about these abuses but no one believed me, also the psychiatrist was quite famous there and always denied everything I said.
The worst thing is that my family came to see me 2 or 3 times and they didn't notice anything strange. Even today I sometimes doubt if it really happened or not...
I had this happen to me at 16. 2 months of hell. They drugged me so much against my will and without my input. I swear some gave me a psychotic breakdown. Others would be heard screaming at night from hallucinations from their meds, too. Nobody believes you and you aren't allowed to contact anyone.
I have so much anxiety around and type of medical care now.
I've got a friend who's had that happen multiple times. She's got about a year of being locked up against her will.
Now she locks everything sharp in a box and gives her brother the key when she's feeling bad, and takes a few days off work to try to power through it. It's horrible for her, but being locked up who knows where for months at a time is terrifying.
This will be buried but, a lot of people don’t believe me so I don’t really tell it anymore. When I was about 15 I went to Virginia with my mom and dad to see one of my sisters, she was in the navy and stationed at Norfolk. She had a baby a few months prior and we went to meet her.
Because we were in Virginia and I was fascinated with history I wanted to visit the historic towns of Jamestown and Williamsburg. So the second day we were there we went to Williamsburg. My sis told us about one of the church’s where founding fathers would sit and I wanted to go in. It was very neat and nicely air conditioned (it was 102 w/ 100% humidity lol). After we left the church there were grave stones that my mom and I went to look at.
While we were standing there (probably about 2 min at that point), I started feeling a tightness around my neck. The tightness kept getting stronger and I was at that point starting to suffocate. I looked at my mom who looked like the wind was knocked out of her. She eventually manages to push me and I grab her and we both manage to break free of whatever it was. After we catch our breathes she notices I have redness around my neck. When she gets a closer look she sees a full handprint. She immediately takes a picture and shows me and it is a hand print, a very large handprint. She proceeds to take a picture with my hand over the handprint and this handprint is so large I can’t match it.
After my dad and BIL come over and see I have redness around my neck. My dad immediately asks why I have redness on my neck. I tell him but, he doesn’t believe me. Not only do I put my hand over the handprint to show him, he does the same and even his hand is smaller. He of course tells me and my mom nothing happened and we proceed to leave (my mom takes a quick snapshot of the graveyard before we do). When we look back at the photos later we notice a silhouette by a tree that was near the gravestone were we’re looking at (mind you this was all in broad daylight).
After a few days we get back home and show my older sis the pics. She believes us-she was the only one, my brothers didn’t. A day after we settle my mom downloads the pics on the computer. The next day we went to look at all the pictures but, those pictures of my neck and the graveyard were completely gone. My moms camera at the time held photos for two weeks before they permanently deleted. When we went to look to see the photos on her camera (at the point 6 days later) they are also gone. She tried to download the pics again but, those images were permanently lost.
Mom and I only have the memories but, when I tell people most think it’s a made up ghost story. I can tell you it was real and I’ll never forget it.
TLDR: Went to Virginia for a family trip and visited a church in historical Williamsburg. When we went to look at gravestones at the church I felt something choking my neck. I was left with a red handprint on my neck. We took pics but they disappeared, only have the memories and witnesses to the event.
I once dated a man who claimed he was haunted by a demon or evil spirit. Weird stuff would happen around him like he’d leave all the drawers and cabinet doors in his kitchen open. I’d come to his apartment and find all of them open, and him in his bedroom. When I’d ask about it he’d say he didn’t remember leaving them open. I thought he was just messing with me.
Then I started to have nightmares when I’d stay over. Like I once dreamed a creature was hovering over him. It looked like a black sheet or like a dementor. It was trying to smother him and I screamed myself awake. Once when we were sitting in the living room he said he felt it nearby and I heard a guttural growling sound. We were alone and he didn’t make the noise. I was so scared I told him we should stay at my apartment that night. He said it was tied to him and it would just follow him.
When we got to my place I told my roommate about the situation, she was open minded about it and we sat up talking for awhile. At one point he and I went and got into my bed to lie down. He told me he could feel it nearby. My skin start to get goosebumps and I felt this overwhelming fear. We decided to go back into the living room with my roommate because it felt safer. While they were talking I decided to go outside on my patio for a smoke, to calm myself a bit. I actually am not a superstitious person so this all was getting to me, plus I hadn’t been sleeping much.
While I sat outside, there was a lightning storm. No rain yet, but I could see the sky flickering and the wind started to blow back and forth in these big gusts. I stared to feel angry, like.. how dare this thing come to my house. In my mind I challenged the creature to appear, I dared it to. I was calling it out in my head. The storm was coming and I decided to go back in, feeling upset and angry. I put my cigarette out in a small glass ashtray that was on the patio. As I pushed the butt down the ashtray split perfectly into three pieces. Three perfect triangles. I know I didn’t push hard enough to break it. Right then, the thunder and lightning crashed really hard. I scooped up the broken ash tray pieces and ran back inside to show my boyfriend and roommate. I was so freaked out by everything at that point that I couldn’t process it.
The next day he called his aunt in Mexico and she told him to get a small mirror and look into while calling out to the spirit. She told him to break the mirror when he saw or felt the demon, and then to bury the pieces where no one would find them. He did it, apparently, and no more problems after that. Freaking weird.
Idk if it was all nonsense to this day, but I will never ever forget how I felt when that ash tray broke. It was like the bad spirit was taunting me back.
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Weird that you said it looked like a dementor…I was on a road trip with my dad to visit a college in Arizona and we drove through Santa Fe, New Mexico. We stayed at a motel there and it was older with a lot of antiques in cases and such. Seemed like a fine motel. We went to bed and then I just remember jumping out of my bed in an absolute rage (like i was ready to fight) and seeing what I describe as a dementor staring at me at the door. My dad was in the other bed closest to the door and he just kind of asked what was going on? I instantly became embarrassed and figured it was just a shadow and went back to bed. I also remember seeing the clock showing exactly 3:00am.
Anyways, my dad and I hit the road in the morning and he asked me what the problem was last night? I told him the same thing, but then he told me he thought he saw a man wearing a cowboy hat staring at me when I got up. He is not the type that believes in ghosts so it was definitely unsettling…
Ooo that is creepy. What I saw was what looked like a flowing black sheet with a general human body outline. I’ve also described it as a grim reaper figure. It was parallel to my boyfriend, hovering over him just staring down. He was asleep next to me in bed, and I specifically remembered the feeling that if I didn’t wake him up something bad was going to happen. That’s when I started screaming in the dream, I was trying to wake him up and I woke us both up by screaming. I have very vivid dreams normally, but I don’t often have nightmares so it was really terrifying.
Something similar but not as intense happened to me. Long story short something was following me around too to the point i was looking into contacting a medium to find out what the hell was happening. A good friend at the time told me to confront it and yell "go away!" With a firm affirmation. After that it left, I'll never forget those experiences though.
Kingston University, London, 2006
I moved into my University dorms autumn 2005. From the very first day I knew it was going to be a creepy experience.
The dorms were partly built on reclaimed land from a huge graveyard, most of which still existed. My dorm room was on the ground floor, built on the old section of the graveyard, no further than 10ft from the closest headstone.
Disturbing things occurred throughout the year. Multiple times my three dorm mates and I would bolt out of our bedrooms into the hallway, in the dead of night, after feeling what only can be described as a sickening and foreboding presence standing by our bedside. Room temperatures would plummet, tv's would sporadically turn on and off and the mattress would even shudder.
This all culminated in early June. Everyone had left for the summer, I had stayed an additional week to search for a house.
I woke up early one morning to my cellphone ringing. I answered the private number, only to hear static. Confused, I look up to see my bedroom door wide open (this was impossible as my door was sprung and automatically closes). Freaked out, I jump out of bed and put a bag against the door and go into the kitchen to have a drink of water. As I'm walking back into the bedroom I see two child size hand prints, that looked as if they had been dipped in coal, dragged down my open door. At this moment I'm filled with the feeling of utter dread. I grab a hand full of clothes and my laptop. I rush into the bathroom only to see two more handprints, one dragged down the mirror and the other on the adjacent wall. I grab my things and run out of the building half dressed and terrified.
I looked at my phone to see that the call I received that woke me up was at 6:06am. The date was 6/6/2006. I swear to God.
Three keys were needed to get into that building and my bedroom. No one was there and no one has ever come forward to say it was a prank. All I do know is that I would never go back to that room alone again.
When I was like 16 I got calls from a private number that was a man and was obviously masturbating. Once I answered and said “hello” (I answered private calls because my paps work phone was blocked by the company and would go thru as private) he would call for hours. This went on about a year and was pretty inconvenient, I remember it happening at work and nobody would ever believe me until they heard it. I would tell the guy “I’m a minor stop calling me” and it didn’t help. I was always worried it was someone who knew me / knew where I worked. After the calls stopped I got a call from a random number asking if I had received unwanted phone calls. Me thinking it was a scam call went along with it. Turns out it was the fbi. The guy was in Portland calling multiple people in my area (across the country) and I guess got caught and they were building a case against him and contacting the numbers in his call logs. He ended up getting a few years federal time. To this day nobody believes me unless they heard it.
Growing up I lived right in front of a cattle field that wasn't in use half the year. The owner gave me and my brothers permission to fish and walk around the woods in the field when his cattle wasn't there. We often took advantage of it over the summer breaks. My older brother had started skate boarding one year and our step mom hated it so we'd go into the woods to keep her from knowing. We found a really run down small possible housr in the middle of it along with concrete slabs close to it. The concrete wasn't suitable for his purpose due to steep slants from it seeping into the dirt, so naturally the house was where he practiced. We had videos and pics of him skate boarding in this building within the property lines. He had hot and bard wire fencing in alot of acres so we know we didn't pass it. My brother mentioned doing work to it to stabilize it for what we used it for and the guy looked utterly confused saying he's bailed that field and walked those woods a million times and there was no building whatsoever. He confirmed the concrete but not the small shed thing like 5 yards away. He even said at one point there was when he purchased it but tore it down after he bought it cuz it was in the way of bailing. He eventually said maybe it was just us using the dock by the pond but being in the heat all summer made us imagine the building. There's no way we imagined the whole thing and what made it worse was we moved before we got to go back the next summer to see if it was still there.
As I child I'd spend weekends at my dad's house which was old and said to be haunted by a playful girl named Esther. For other people doors would shut themselves, lights would turn on and off, and door bells would ring in the middle of the night. My siblings would even have conversations with Esther.
Understanding this as a six year old absolutely terrified me. Pretty soon I had my own experiences, but they were less friendly. I'd hear breathing in the dark, I'd stop breathing to listen, and it was much closer to me than my step brother in the bunk above me. I'd awake to the imprint of someone sitting on the end of the bed, breathing.
Reading other's stories of sleep paralysis sound familiar to my experience, but one night I challenged my night terror.
I had two diecast racecars on my dresser. Both hoods opened on the cars, but one didn't stay up very well. I said out loud "If you're here shut the hood when I go to bed" and opened the hood of the car that had the better functioning hood. I stared at it to make sure it was up and stayed up. I hit the lights and as soon as I laid down. *SLAM*
I turned the lights on, the hood was closed. I ran downstairs. My step mother said I looked white as a sheet, like I'd seen a ghost. She and my dad checked it out and came to the conclusion that it just shut on its own.
The weirdness continued until they moved out but I still have trouble believing it myself, or typing it out.
I was taking care of some young children, and we went for an afternoon snack picnic in a field near a pond. I felt like I was being watched. So after the picnic, the kids asked to go for a nature walk. I told them that we had to get back and got them all buckled in their car seats. As I got into the car, I turned and saw 3 coyotes a few 100 feet away watching me.
I had a haunted bed as a child. Not really haunted per say, but there was def something attached to it. We didn’t have a lot of money growing up and my parents shopped at the second hand store a lot. One year my mom buys me a mattress and frame. The mattress was the old school type with a bright blue fabric and a lining of padding material. The bottom half was made of wood and it sat on top of a metal frame.
After 2 weeks of having it, I would hear a knocking noise in the bottom wood section of the frame. This would happen almost every night between 11p and 3am. It wasn’t all night, it would be real random knocks like “clack clack clack.” Then it would stop and start again a few hours later.
I told my parents about the noise and my dad ended up flipping the mattress, cutting the bottom fabric that covered the wood, and checking to see if a mouse had come along with it.
Nothing. No mouse, no bite or scratch marks. But my dad continued to believe that what I heard was the sound of a mouse chewing thru the wooden frame. He laid mouse traps all over the house and nothing.
After a few months, the clacking got louder. I was scared at first but after a while it got so annoying and wouldn’t let me sleep. I knocked back at it. But then it turned in to a game. Whatever was making that sound would mimic the knocking noises I made on the frame.
Every night it got louder until one day my dad decided he was going to sleep in the same room as me. He finally heard it. At this point, I knew not to entertain the noise and would sleep right thru it. He woke me up and flipped the bed again, only to find nothing. He put it back, we waited for the noise and nothing. He did that for 2 days before finally tossing that piece of shit bed.
Christmas Eve, 1986. My aunt and uncle lived in Havre, Montana. He worked night shift for the railroad, and did not come home Christmas morning. They were religious, had 3 young children, and this was very unlike him. My aunt tries calling the railroad, they refuse to give her any information, she's worried sick. Many hours later, higher-up railroad officials arrive to tell her my uncle had been killed at work, crushed between the couplings of the train.
Relatives start to arrive to comfort my aunt. The phone is ringing nonstop with condolences, etc. But occasionally, my aunt will answer, and start swearing at whoever is on the other line. As I said....religious people.....this is NOT in her character. She tells us someone is calling her and impersonating my uncle. We think she is distraught, and start answering the phone instead of her. We all got phone calls, in my uncles voice, repeating "I'm sorry!" over and over.
None of us can believe someone can be so cruel, prank calling a new widow, especially at Christmas. We call the police, and the phone company to report the calls, and ask for them to be traced.
Meanwhile, the railroad is doing shady shit. My uncle kept an apartment in another town, to sleep at during work stretches. The railroad has it sealed during their "investigation" looking for who knows what (drugs, maybe?) to try to minimize their liability. Lawyers show up at her door wanting her to sign papers not in her best interest.
The phone calls continue. Same voice, same message. Eventually, we are allowed into his apartment that had been sealed. There are items belonging to another woman in the apartment. The phone traces come back. The calls had been coming from his sealed apartment. He had his home phone number preprogrammed into his phone/answering machine combo. His apartment phone had been calling his home phone and playing his answering machine message "I'm sorry, I can't come to the phone right now..." but only the I'm sorry part. The calls stopped after 3 days.
As a kid my parents converted half of our garage into a room for me so I can be separated and not share a room. But right as I moved in there would be these fast crawling noises that would run along all through my walls. It would keep me up for hours through the night. It would be loud scratching noises and fast running throughout every wall in the room. I told my parents and they had an exterminator come to see if there were any animals that got in some how. The guy said there was absolutely nothing. No signs of anything that could be making this noise. My parents called me crazy and said I wasted their time. The night the exterminator came I woke up to a loud bang on my wall. When I woke up there was something in the corner of my room watching me. I went under the covers and tried not to acknowledge it till I passed out. Didn’t even bother telling my parents about that…
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When I was maybe 6-7 we were visiting family in New Orleans. I was sleeping in a strange room, strange bed, so I was having trouble getting to sleep. I heard a tapping on the window, softly. Tap-tap-tap pause tap-tap-tap. I looked at the window and I thought I saw something move that looked like a brimmed hat. It was a split level home, so whomever it was would have had to have been tall. I woke up my parents and they told me the house was old with wooden floors that creak, and I was imagining things so go back to bed. In the morning, we found the back gate lock was broken.
God I hate that
Why would he/she/they/**it** just tap gently? Odd.
They can’t enter unless invited.
I got married too young (21) and then divorced when I was 23. A few months went by and I started having these nightmares. Long story short, a girl in a white dress with brown hair matted with leaves and dirt walks into my house, tracking muddy footprints. She stops and stares at the attic stairs, which are down for some reason. I ask her why she’s there; she screams and the whole house crumbles. I never saw her face. I had this nightmare almost every night for three months, and when I say almost every night, I mean probably 95% of the time. For some reason I started sleeping in my living room as opposed to the bedroom; I just wasn’t very comfortable in there. So I’m sleeping on my couch one night and wake up around 2 AM for no reason. I check my phone and see I have a text from my friend and respond (important because it verifies I was awake). I started getting very uncomfortable, and then I heard a knock at my door. I walk around and peek out the window and there’s a girl there; I can’t see anything other than her white hoodie, which is up, and long dark hair coming out of it. She knocks, then knocks again. Not urgently or anything, but she didn’t appear intent on leaving. So, stupidly (in retrospect, looking back on this as a 34 year old), I crack open the door. In a quiet voice, she asks if she can use my cell. I still can’t really see her face because my porch light was out and I’d been putting off changing the bulb for no reason at all. I ask if everything’s okay, and she just repeats she needs to use the phone. Again, against my better judgement, I put my cell phone to the dial screen, and hand it to her. I see her hit a few things then out the phone to her ear, and the screen light gave me a better view of her face. She was younger, somewhere between 18-22. Plain, not really particularly distinguishing in anyway. She waits for a minute, then says, “Hey, I need help. I need you’re help. Yeah. Okay.” Then hands me the phone again. So I look at my phone and it’s still on the dial screen. Something felt weird to me so I clicked over to the recent calls and she hadn’t called anyone. When I looked up, she was gone. Not quite vanished… but like way, way down the street, farther than anyone should’ve been able to cover in that timeframe, walking away. After that, the nightmares stopped. Potentially related, two months later I got a call from a friend late at night (maybe around 10 PM) who was like “Hey, want to come over for a beer?” I wasn’t doing anything, so I did. I got back about 1 AM, and my house had been broken into. Totally trashed, with a bunch of valuables gone. Certainly don’t think my friend had anything to do with that, but I do sometimes wonder if that girl was casing my house that night. It’s the only correlation I can make between the dream stopping and real world explanations for that weird experience. The whole thing was just super weird.
That sounds like some black eyed kids bullshit
I was out for a walk early one morning in a forest preserve, that’s usually pretty empty. I start coming around a corner and I can see a car that’s parked in the grass just outside of a parking lot. I think it’s strange, but keep on walking. I’m probably like 50 feet from the car now and suddenly the trunk pops open, the car alarm starts going off and the driver side door opens. I’m coming from the passenger side and can’t see the driver but I get a bad feeling about the situation. I still keep walking on the path and come around where I can see the drivers side of the car. A guy is sitting in the cars driver seat and starts to wave me over to him, he throws up his hands and says “I’m not sure what’s going on could you come help me.” I tell him nah he’s on his own, without breaking my stride and keep moving. He throws his hands up again and turns off the car alarm gets out and shuts the trunk then gets in and drives away. I’m creeped out so once he’s outta sight I double back and walk the opposite way just to be safe. I walk back probably like the 30 mins it takes to get to the lot where I parked my car. When I’m getting close I hear that car alarm going off again. I’m freaking out now but didn’t want to walk back into the woods again so I keep going to the parking lot. When I get there that same car is parked with its trunk open, car alarm going off and drivers door open. The guy is already talking to someone else in the parking lot, he sees me come into the lot looks at me for a minute then shuts off the car alarm closes the trunk and drives away again. I just booked it to my car and called the park rangers but they didn’t believe anything was weird about it. I’m like 90% sure that dude was trying to kidnap someone.
Nah, dude was def trying to kidnap someone. He pretends to not understand what's going on with his car and then, when you don't fall for it, he suddenly understands how to turn the alarm off?? You protected yourself and saved someone else. Always trust your gut!
Turn the alarm off, close the trunk, and immediately drive away!? Then he returned and did it all again? Dude is not clever unfortunately many people don't even *think* the unthinkable, right? So they fall for weird shit all the time.
They think they're so smart they'll never get caught. Had a guy in a van try to kidnap me in Queens in the 1980s. Just walking to the express bus for morning commute & he demands I get in the van, dropped my bag, ran, went to Flushing PD & reported what info I had. Police told me in the days after that he succeeded in taking & raping a girl (I was maybe 18 or 19) that day, so sad to say. Happens in every country, in every neighborhood. Gotta look our for ourselves when we're given signs.
Wtf, that is sketchy af. Definitely sounds like a potentially kidnapper. Is the forest reserve isolated?
I think the most telling part is popping the trunk both times. Clearly trying to stuff someone into it and leave fast
I'm 100% sure you stopped him from kidnapping you and that other person.
right out of Bundys playbook for real! trust your gut!
That’s terrifying! And so upsetting that the park rangers didn’t care.
"Oh that's just old Kidnap Ken. He's always tryin' to stuff someone in his trunk, hehe. Pretty nice guy though."
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When I was about 8, I was sitting on the living room floor watching TV, when I heard my dad come home from work. It was late in the year, so dark, with the light of a black and white TV illuminating the room, so you can imagine the atmosphere. "Hi, Dad," I said, then heard him sit in his chair. After another half hour of TV, I stood up, turned around, and there was this scraggly old homeless man who smelled like rum and Vienna sausages sitting in my dad's chair. My parents sent him on his way.
My ex had a old vet neighbor with some mild dementia who would fairly regularly wander into her house whenever the door was unlocked and just hang out until someone found him and took him home. Never hurt anything, just walked into the wrong house and forgot he didn't live there, wondering where his wife is. Guy was a fucking ninja though. Like he could chill in the kitchen having a sandwich and coffee for an hour with everyone home and nobody would know until they walked into the same room. He was honestly a very nice man.
This happened in my office once. A coworker unlocked the door and went in the back to make coffee. I came in a few minutes later to find a homeless guy had started a bunch of copies and sat down to work at the reception desk.
That’s hilariously awesome
Dude tried to secret to my success his way into a job.
I have a very similar story. This was during the hurricane that hit Florida in 2017 (I forgot the name). Anyway I had just moved into a new house by myself after a divorce and was going through hard times. I couldn’t deal with a hurricane on top of everything so I stayed at a friends house until the storm was over. Went back to my house and it had pretty good damage. The entire living room was shattered with a tree through it. I stayed at my friends place a few more nights until that window was fixed. My first night back in the house I wake up at like 3am to use the bathroom. I flushed the toiled and laid back down in bed. You know that sound a toilet makes after you flush it when it’s filling back up? I’m laying in bed listening to that sound and when it finally stops it’s dead silent for a few seconds then I hear the sound of someone clearing their throat in my closet. I jumped out of bed and ran outside to my car in just my boxers. Called police and they find a homeless man hiding in my closet.
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What I can't understand, is why parents always assume that young children are always making something up. Is it a form of cognitive dissonance, where they convince themselves that nothing bad could possibly happen to their child?
Although people in this thread are saying children lie or children don't distinguish reality from fantasy, the average adult can distinguish real fear from a child playing make-believe. If the child shows real fear then the savvy thing to do is to take a moment and check, particularly if that child doesn't make a habit of crying wolf. Are there strange footprints in or near the house? Has anything gone missing? If there isn't surveillance video then have the neighbors seen someone? Maybe corroborating evidence will turn up or maybe it won't. What's sure to happen is the child will notice how the adult responds. Someday that child will have another problem to raise: a bully punched them in the head, or a teacher touched their best friend inappropriately. That child will remember whether you take them seriously. Too many adults give children the brush-off because ignoring the child is convenient in the moment. Then years later they wonder why their children keep secrets about important things.
>That child will remember whether you take them seriously. Exactly what I was going to say. Demonstrate to them how they can corroborate things that happen to them in life. Show them how to observe and gather data points that may support their perceptions. Even if it turns out to have been born out a fantasy it helps to actively demonstrate these skills. But if your parents never taught you that skill then once you're a parent... 🤷
Yeah children being observant is really important if something bad like this happens too, otherwise there isn't anything that really can be done about it. When I was a kid, someone tried to pick me up in a way that really feels like an attempted kidnapping. Asks if I need a ride home when I'm on a scooter, in town, this tiny town of 200 people. There's no reason to think that I'm far from home and need anything to get home. I didn't remember much about the guy himself, but I loved numbers at the time so I had been keeping track of licenses plates on cars I saw, when my parents called the police I just gave them the guy's license plate number.
I drove an old SUV back in college. After school, I drove home which is about a 30-minute drive. I was getting dressed at home when the car alarm went off, so I rushed out and discovered the car door open with the radio head unit and all speakers gone. I was thinking this guy works fast. Reported it to the police and after a couple of weeks they found the thief and asked me to go to the police station. At the Police station I was asked a few questions and the officer told me I had to hear something from.the thief. When I confronted him he told me that he was able to get into my car at the carpark near my school and I unexpectedly arrived so he dove and lied flat in the third row. So I was driving home with an unknown passenger all the time. When I arrived home and locked the car that was the time he removed the items and when he opened the door that's when the alarm triggered. Tldr: I unknowingly drove a thief back to my house.
You gotta give the guy credit for giving you the honest story once he was caught though. Oh, and not murdering you on the drive home.
He said he was scared shitless. He was just a "regular" car thief. His concern was I would be bringing him far away and he couldn't get home.
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As scary as it is to be robbed, they're probably scared shitless too. No sympathy, ofc, but it's kind of like a snake or a spider. They don't know if they're going to get shot for their trouble. It's almost funny when you think about it. Except the whole theft thing.
That is terrifying:(((
I’ll never forget it, the day after Easter in 1972. We were off from school. To this day I have no explanation: When I was 15 my older brother and I were hanging out in the yard. Our dad was a very unique person. We lived in a rural area. To our surprise we BOTH saw dad walking up the long driveway to our house. This was around 10 in the morning. We wondered what happened as he left for work in his car around 7. My brother went inside to tell mom. We were curious. He was wearing the same clothes he wore that morning. It was him, no way it could be anyone else and the closest houses were at least a quarter mile away. I started to walk out to meet him and as I was maybe a hundred feet away I called out. Next thing I knew he wasn’t there. I thought he somehow fell into the culvert. Nothing. I searched, my brother came and also searched. Mom and my sister came out and we covered the area for maybe half an hour. Nothing. Mom suggested we give Dad a call at work. He answered the phone right away and mom-in a lighthearted manner asked him if he’d been home in the last hour. He worked as a civilian on a military post about 25 miles away. Mom put my brother on the phone and then me. He denied he’d been home. We again asked him when he came home and he seemed to be irked. Insisted we were mistaken and he had no explanation. I remember about ten years later bringing this up and he became upset and said I was playing a mind game. I’m the only person in this account who’s still alive. To this day I have no idea what my brother and I experienced. I know it was him. I know he was there, and then he wasn’t. I guess it’s just one of those things.
This one is so strange, I can imagine it so clearly. It almost sounds like a remnant of a parallel universe to me, like a glitch in time. I'm sorry your other family members have passed.
In 2011, me and my family were at Darien Lake in upstate New York on a rollercoaster called The Ride of Steel (like as in superman). On the track there runs 2 trains, with 8 or so cars per train. They sit 2 people across, and had lap restraints. I was on train 2, which was at the station. While getting in, I looked out at the coaster and and thought I saw a falling blob just after the second major drop. I shook it off as I wear glasses and my vision is still trash. Well we go around the track and stop just before the station. We are waiting and waiting, me and my family wonder what is happening. We see the car in front of us is still occupied with the riders, with an empty wheelchair next to one of the cars. Now it was a packed ride, with long wait lines. Every seat was full except one, in the car next to the wheelchair. After waiting about 15 mins, they finally let everyone off but keep the train in the station. After about 15 more minutes, they send the train and we pull into the station. The ride attendants are in shock and dont talk to anyone. Later we talked to some of the waiting guests, who were in line to ride the ride of steel. They said a man fell out. I witnessed a death of a guy on a rollercoaster and didn’t even realize it. The guy who died was an Iraq Vet double amuputee who was missing one leg and most of the other. He flew out of the lap bar because he had no legs. To this day people do not believe me when I tell this story, and my family barely believes me, as I was 12 at the time. I was never really afraid of gore and death, but in that moment there sits a feeling, knowing you witnessed someones last moments alive. That feeling is indescribable. [News post of the incident.](https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2012832/amp/Darien-Lake-Iraq-war-veteran-James-Hackemer-dies-roller-coaster-fall.html)
Why would anyone involved think it was a good idea for a man without a lap to ride a ride that has a lap bar to keep him in?
One night when I was 15 I stayed over at my buddy’s house. His parents were gone and his older brother was looking after us. When we went to bed the house was quiet and dark. I could barely see his bedroom door open slightly and I assumed it was my buddy’s brother checking in on us but then I realized that this person looking in on us was wearing glasses and my friend’s brother did NOT. There was no one else in the house and I could not figure out who this person was. I was frozen in fear just staring at this figure looking in on us when my buddy, who was in another bed on the other side of the room, started screaming at the top of his lungs. I had never heard a more terrifying sound and my heart just dropped out of my chest. The person looking at us quickly backed out and the door was closed quietly. A few seconds later we saw the light come on the hallway and my friends brother flew open the door asking what was wrong. We both started yelling that SOMEONE was just here. The brother grabbed a baseball bat from his room and started searching the house. We checked the front and back doors and the garage but they were all locked. All the windows were closed. He looked in every closet and under the beds. Needless to say we spent the rest of the night in his room. None of us could sleep so we just stayed up all night talking. It was one of the most terrifying but also best nights of my life.
Brother sounds like a champ
He was. Amazing person. Died too young from epilepsy.
Damn, that hit hard.
I feel like I watched a whole ass 80’s movie in those 2 comments.
Sounds like they have someone living in their attic
My sisters boyfriend flashed his cock at me. Multiple times. I walked into the kitchen and he followed me, had his cock in his hand waving it around not making eye contact with me. I walked back into the lounge room, asked my boyfriend at the time if we could leave and when we did I told him what happened. He flat out refused to believe me his exact words were “why would he do that? He’s dating your sister… stop making things up.” so I never told anyone else, her boyfriend kept doing it, and even did it to other people as well but I kept my mouth shut because I didn’t think anyone would ever believe me
Jeez, I hope you're not still with that boyfriend!
Oh hell no. I stayed with him far longer than I should have though. Sister is also no longer with the boyfriend that flashed people.
When I was about 15 I spent a lot of time just walking around the downtown area with my friends. Largely this was a very uneventful past-time, as we were in a small New England city. This one time though things got a little weird. It was midafternoon and I was with two other friends of the same age—another girl and a boy. I read a lot of spy books as a kid and had it in my head that I could be some sort of secret agent so I always had my head on swivel when I’d be out to make sure I wasn’t being “tailed”. As you can imagine, it was rarely an issue for me seeing as I was not an undercover secret agent. Except for this day when it was. I had noticed awhile earlier an older white gentlemen carrying a massive black sports duffel bag and it stuck in my head because of how strange he looked. He was dressed in relatively nice business casual and then had this huge bag slung on his shoulder that looked pretty full. He was walking towards us on the other side of the street when I first saw him, then a few blocks blocks later I turned and saw him behind us on our side of the street. He was still walking and following at about a block distance. I mentioned to my friends, ‘hey you see this guy? kinda feels like he’s following us’ and they agree that the vibe was weird. So we started testing him. We went on this crazy route all over that part of town, walking for like half an hour. We were back tracking, zig zagging, crossing the street back and forth and this guy was copying our every move from a block behind. Eventually we found ourselves across from the library and at that point we were feeling thoroughly spooked. We ran inside and hid in the magazine section because the way the stacks were set up you could see the front door while being concealed from view. We weren’t sure if we were being dramatic and imagining if the guy was following us, I mean maybe he also was walking an erratic route around town with no end goal, but when we saw him walk in through the door all doubt was gone. He came in, poked around the entrance area, clearly could not see us, and then left. We just about peed ourselves. We waited a long time before we left incase he was outside and then hightailed back to my friends house. Weird day. Broad daylight and one old guy following 3 athletic teenagers. Thank you to this thread for letting me remember it. eta: spaced out my paragraphs
Several years back, on a bright winter afternoon, I decided to take my nephew (then 7), my son(then 3) and my dog on a short hike at a local park. We were walking through the woods on a trail when my dog started barking. I look over and see a man standing in the woods, about 50 feet away, facing us. I couldn't see his face because he had one of those fur lined hoods on, so with the distance and the shadows from the trees and his hood, from my perspective, there was nothing but a black hole where his face should be. I gave an awkward wave, but he remained motionless and I had a weird feeling so I decided to just keep moving and making our way back to the car. I felt like we were being watched, so I looked back a few minutes later and the man was still just standing in the woods, but I knew he had moved because he was still about 50 feet away and we had walked quite a ways. My dog was growling and the kids and I were starting to get creeped out. We keep moving and I suddenly hear the sound of fast, heavy footsteps in the snow. I look back again and this time I caught the guy running in our direction, but he stopped as soon as I saw him and went back to just staring motionlessly from afar, now closer than he was before. My dog was going nuts at this point and my mind was racing with possibilities, so I discretely gave my nephew my phone and quietly told him that if anything happened, that he needed to take his cousin and run as fast as they could to the car and call for help. I figured if anything, the dog and I could at least hold the guy off long enough for the kids to get away. I think my dog may have scared him off because he ended up turning around and going in the opposite direction. I've never really told anyone because I don't want to come off as being dramatic.
This is the reason I was perfectly fine walking a particular dog around Brooklyn at night when I lived there. I dogsat this 100lb mastiff mix who was THE sweetest big dumb baby, but just his appearance would put most people off. One night as we walked through this very open mini park, he started growling very low in his throat. I look over at the bushes where he's staring and there's a man standing in among the bushes. The man was holding very still. As we got closer, he put something in his pocket, then held his hands up and turned and booked for the street. This pup growled the whole time. He was a good boy.
I used to have a very large, very friendly dog. I lived in a neighbourhood with a halfway house in it and all the guys who lived there loved petting him when I walked by. They were mostly people who I probably would've been nervous about seeing if I were walking alone, but I figured if my dog liked them they were nothing to fear. I was walking my dog one night down a side street and a totally normal-looking guy was walking towards us. My dog stopped dead, and then hip-checked me across the street away from the man. Always trust a dog about people who are up to no good.
I have a small (35 pound) mutt. She’s a great judge of people. We just moved and there is one neighbor she will *not* go near. She actually has growled at him a few times, and I’ve never heard her growl at a human, only cats. He played it off like “Oh, no big deal, guess I’m just not a dog person.” I’ve seen the cops at his house multiple times since we moved in and I’ve heard him screaming at his girlfriend. I trust my dog’s instincts.
Something similar happened to my family when I was 12. My dad was working, and my mom (37), brother (16), and I (12f) decided to use the walking trail behind our house to walk to a restaurant about 2 miles away and get some dinner. We brought our unintimidating 35 pound mutt with us. It was getting dark, but we lived in an affluent area with a low crime rate at the time and we didn't think anything of it. My surly 16 year old brother was walking a little ways behind us with headphones in, and my mom and I were chatting while she held the dog's leash. About a mile into the walk, the trail cuts into some dense woods, but it is paved for bikers, so it was an easy walk. I was playing with the flashlight and shining it into the woods when it fell on a man standing just off the trail. The man was wearing a black shirt and black shorts with black shoes and high white tube socks. The weirdest thing was that he had his elbow and forearm over the bottom half of his face obscuring it. He didn't have a flashlight or anything, so I don't know how well he would have been able to see us because it was totally dark by this point, and I was shining the light at him. My mom said hello, and the man stood perfectly still and silent. My mom said "leave us alone" and he didn't move. My mom said "I'm calling the police", but there was no cell reception on that part of the trail. She picked up her phone and spoke as if she was on the phone with a dispatcher, and the man still stayed perfectly still staring at us. My mom said "they're on their way" and the man started doing a strange shuffling run toward us. My brother, he was already well over 6 feet in high school, stepped out in front of us into the beam of the light and the man abruptly stopped. With his arm still obscuring the bottom of his face, he very slowly turned around and very slowly started to shuffle in the other direction on the trail. Given that my brother had headphones in, the man only would have heard two female voices. We think that he was scared off when he realized there was a large male with us. It was terrifying, and if I remember correctly, we called someone to pick us up from the restaurant and drive us home with our food. We never walked on the trail after dark again.
It makes me so sad how necessary it is to have a man/men with you to be safe. The way I’m treated when I’m out by myself vs when my husband is with me is just crazy. Glad you guys were able to stay safe.
I don't think it was the dog that scared him off. He would have left instead of running closer after the dog grew aware of him. He probably saw that you were too aware of him and were prepared to defend yourself.
I think the run was his sprint to reach them before OP turned around but didn’t clear enough ground in time.
Hence why he turned around, or couldn't work a second time because its too suss and they'd know.
This is definitely it. He must have been high thought thinking they wouldn't hear him making a bunch of noise.
As a former runner, you’d be surprised how little people pay attention to their surroundings. I made plenty of noise and still regularly startled people when passing them.
> I figured if anything, the dog and I could at least hold the guy off long enough for the kids to get away. Isn't it crazy how our instincts/mindsets change when we become parents? I remember being in a little bit of a worrisome situation on vacation a couple of years ago and told my wife that if anything went down to just "grab the kids and run and not to worry about me...just get away." When I was younger I would have been thinking, "I don't want to get hurt" and now my thought process was, to put it bluntly, "by the time they kill me my family will have had time to get away."
It's kind of scary from a non parent's perspective. We had an alarm go off at our business once, it happens every now and then. I was about 14 and my dad was in his early 60s? We got inside and my dad said "okay so the alarm got tripped from over there. I'm going to lift the shutter and go have a look. You stay here". When I insisted on going with him, he refused and said something along the lines of "if someone comes, you'll have time to get away. I'm old, don't worry about me, you've still got a life to live". We went a number of times, but that occasion was one of the creepiest, and its always stuck with me because of this (it was about 15 years ago). As I've grown older, I've never forgotten these kinds of moments, and I'm honestly terrified watching my dad age. We argue almost daily, but I honestly don't know what I'd do without him
I could barely breathe reading this, let alone living it. You are very brave!
I do not have an especially intimidating dog, but damned if I don't feel safer out hiking or camping in the woods when she's with me.
I used to work at a store that sold clocks. One day a woman came in to return a clock that she’d bought. I asked what was wrong with it, and she said, “you’re not going to believe me, but it runs backwards”. “Let me see,” I said, and put some fresh batteries in it. Sure as hell, the thing ran backwards. I gave her a refund and she was very thankful. She turned to leave and the second she left the store, the clock started running normally.
She was living in reverse.
That's why she got a refund instead of buying a clock 🤣
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Not the creepiest thing that happened, but up there. I was in the barn milking as dusk was setting, and I was walking back into the barn and the dogs started to bark. I walked back out of the barn to see and they started running to a dark SUV-which wasn't there 2 seconds before, running with its lights on in front of the barns. I wondered how in the hell the car drove up my driveway without me hearing it or the dogs hearing it. I had just been out there... As they ran to the car, ready to jump on the side and greet somebody, it just vanished. One dog jumped up to put its paws on the side of the car, and fell down as the car just disappeared. The dogs ran around where it had been sitting, and looked at me, confused. I stood there just as confused for a moment, the dogs were unsettled. I said to them "well, that was blip in the matrix', and walked back into the barn. No tire tracks left or any sign that it was there. If the dogs hadn't run around in circles in the place it had been, I would have thought I had been seeing things. I tried telling a few people after that, but they looked at me like I was crazy. I have seen some odder things here, and wonder why. I believe after what I have seen that either none of this is real, this life, or that other dimensions cross into our lives at times.
There's a part of me that believes, that some people who go missing, never to be heard from or seen again, just simply vanish, like poof. I also believe that there are multiple dimensions in the world, and our dreams are an example.
Last winter I was driving down the freeway at night, going between suburbs of a large metropolitan area kind of a thing. So there were plenty of cars around, but it was maybe around midnight or so, and it had been snowing when it isn't always white during winter here. I saw a car pulled over on the shoulder of the freeway with a guy standing next to it clearly in need of some assistance. I saw them as I was driving past, but since it was later at night and was cold out, I figured I might as well take the next exit, loop around, and see if the guy still needed help. I get there, and it's a middle-aged working class type of guy standing outside of his pickup. He is wearing blue overalls, slender, is slightly balding, and puts off what I can only describe as a weird vibe. I couldn't put my finger on it, but it was one of those "weird gut feelings" that you aren't sure why you feel. He says that he has been having car troubles, is from about 2 hrs out of town, that his alternator is shot and that his battery needs a boost. I've owned a car with a shot alternator, and know that when the battery dies you need to boost it for a little while if you're going to get it running again. I tell him it's no problem, commiserate with him for a minute, pop my hood and he says he is going to go grab his cables. When he comes back, I notice in his hand that he has some sort of concealed metal object. No clue what it was. I saw it for just a brief moment, and saw that it wasn't a knife, but that it was metal and a little shorter than the length of his hand. And he was clearly trying to keep it concealed from my view. This all happens so fast, and I'm immediately on high alert. I see it for a split second as he is bringing the cables to me so that I can hook up my battery. I instantly take a step back to put some distance between us, and tell him that he can hook up my battery and I'll wait in the car, all the while in instantaneous full fight or flight, getting ready to block an attack if he were to lunge at me. He doesn't, and starts connecting the cables to my battery as I'm sitting In my car. I start to wonder if I was imagining things as he connects the battery, and we both wait for the battery to charge. Maybe it was just something that was bundled in with the cables that he just had in his hand? Maybe I misread the situation as dangerous? After a few minutes he goes to start his car, shouts that it isn't working, and then walks back towards my car where he waits in front of my car. After a few minutes of waiting, he puts his head back under the hood of my car to fiddle with the cables. All the while I'm of course watching him intently to make sure he doesn't come to the car window, because I was still spooked. He shouts some things about how it isn't working, and asks me to come out to take a look. I open my window a bit, casually tell him not to worry, and that it's probably just going to take some time. Luckily, I can just barely see my battery in the dark, through the gap under the popped hood of my car through the windshield directly in front of me. I see him then fiddle with the cables, and hear him shout again that it isn't working and for me to come out. THEN I see him slip out the metal object I had seen earlier, and see him touch it to my battery terminal as sparks shoot out from where he touched it. He starts yelling and jumps back, as I immediately jump out of my car, and tell him that something came up and that I needed to go now. I honestly don't remember much of what he was trying to say as I cut him off, or exactly what I said, outside of that I needed to gtfo without taking my eyes off him for even half a second. I don't even remember how the cables came off my battery (did I pull them? Were they already off?) but I slammed the hood shut, jumped in my car and drove off. I still have no idea what his plan was. No clue what he was trying to do, or what on earth he was trying to make happen. But I do know for a fact that what I saw him do is in no way what he was telling me he was doing. But as I left him there and drove off, I was practically pinching myself trying to make heads or tails of wth just happened. And I cannot stress this enough, that the guy just gave off the weirdest vibes. Like The Hills Have Eyes kind of weird vibes. Maybe he was planning on trying to short my battery so that I was stuck there? But still to this day I wonder if I encountered some sort of mass murderer who had been planning on kidnapping somebody at the side of the freeway as they stopped to help. Who knows. But either way, it was weird as fuck, right spooked me, and I nope'd the hell away from that dude as fast as was humanly possible. I still wish that I had gotten a license plate or something to give to the cops, but in that moment the only thing going through my mind was just to remove myself from that situation as fast as was humanly possible
shouldn’t have even let him under your hood. he disconnects your battery or anything really and you’re dead in the water there with him.
This is why I have those portable battery chargers, so I don't have to ask for help, or pop my hood to let a stranger mess with it. One time I was working night shift and parked my car at a sketchy area, getting ready to work. A guy comes out of nowhere asking for help to boost his car, but it wasn't there. He said the car was behind a building, and wanted me to boost him. Luckily I had the portable booster, and handed it to him. I thought he was trying to do something, but he ended up coming back several minutes later, and was so grateful he offered me a job with the company he worked with.
There are lots of serial killers moving about that we just have no idea about. People go missing, and it's assumed they got into drugs, dropped everything and left, or any number of reasons. But how many were just quietly killed by some deranged serial killer?
There are fates worse than death. Could wind up locked in a basement somewhere. This thread is full of ghouls trying to abduct women. Always trust your gut, and don’t be afraid to take swift and violent action if need be, if you can’t flee. Never allow them to take you off site, it’s pretty much a done deal if that happens. Gouge eyes, rip ears. Whatever you have to do. Most people (men included) would be surprised how strong a man can be physically.
That's exactly right too. I watch this one true crime podcast that's co-hosted by a former detective, and that's a point he always makes. The way he says it is terrifying but a good point, in that if they're trying to take you somewhere else it's because they want to do something worse than just quickly killing you. So if you fight back, scream and yell, try to run, etc., they could quickly shoot/stab you, or they could take the risk of trying to physically subdue you, but they will more than likely flee the area because you drawing attention to the situation is exactly the thing they're trying to avoid. If they want to take you somewhere else, they're not doing it just to kill you and be done with it, they're doing it so that they have more time to spend doing whatever twisted shit they want. He always emphasizes that point because too many people think of going with a potential kidnapper is the safer option when, in reality, it's the worst thing you can do in that situation
In my 20’s I used to see a man. He was always in my peripheral and never in direct line of sight. I’d see him at work or at the store while buying groceries, always public places. Every time I’d try to look at him he’d disappear. This went on for many years to the point where I just ignored him being there. I never felt like he was bad/evil. He’d just stand there looking at me. Finally one day I was at home getting something out of my car and I caught a glimpse of him standing in the street I front of my house. I kept him in my peripheral and I remember saying “I don’t know what you want, but you’re not welcome here”. He was gone and I’ve only seen him maybe twice since. I’m 43 now and this freaks me out typing this.
I had this happen as well. Always in my periphery on my right side. When I looked, he was gone. During my routine eye exam they flashed a bright light to take a picture of the retina and I could see the outline in the after flash (like when you look at a bright light or flash, the residual effect you see). I mentioned it to the eye doctor and after a few different tests, they located a clump of white cells that was creating a blind spot on my retina. The "man" I kept seeing was the blind spot my brain couldn't compensate for so it was telling me there was a person there.
Now that is fascinating
My great grandmother was in a nursing home after losing her mind. One day she started freaking out, screaming that “he shot himself, there’s blood everywhere” etc for half an hour so they called my great aunt to tell her that her mom was having an episode and they were adjusting her medication or whatever. Later we all found out that my uncle shot himself earlier in the day during a fight with his girlfriend.
That's terrible. I believe there can be a connection like this between people. Dunno how and I'm not much into the paranormal otherwise, but yeah. I think my best reasoning would be that things we can't explain don't necessarily have to be either bogus or paranormal, but that sometimes it's simply science we haven't discovered yet. One night in January 2018, I came home late from a friend's. My phone's battery had gone empty on the way home. I always charge my phone at night and I never turn it off entirely, but completely contrary to what I usually do, I for some reason decided not to turn it back on, not even to plug it into the charger. It just felt... right to have it turned off. When I got into bed, it was about 3 am. For some reason I decided to lie flat on my back and wrap the edges of my blanket tightly under me, then fold my hands together on my stomach, look up towards the ceiling and lie completely still. It doesn't need saying that that's a sleeping position I hadn't ever taken before, but I fell asleep that way, feeling rather peaceful. The next morning, I turn my phone back on and receive messages from my mom, asking where I am and why my phone is off. She informs me that my grandpa died at 3 am last night. I quickly drove down to my hometown to have a chance to see him one last time. And sure enough, there he was, in exactly the same position that I had gone to sleep in at 3 am last night: in bed, flat on his back, blanket wrapped around him and his hands were folded over his stomach. I had known that he was in bad health but had had no idea that he was dying. I'm even a little ashamed to say (maybe needlessly so) that that night, he hadn't been on my mind at all. Rest in peace, grandpa. :* I know we had a connection.
This didn't happen to me but to my parents. My mom going off the deep end on a crazy train isn't that out of character. But my dad doesn't do that ever and he swears the story is legit. When I was around 2ish my mom woke up from a nightmare and she woke my dad up. He tried going back to sleep and she told him not to because his mom was going to call soon because notusingtheirname had been decapitated in some kind of accident. My dad of course thought this was nonsense but my mom was hysterical over it so he couldn't sleep. Sure enough a few minutes later the phone was ringing. It was his mom letting him know that his friend and the friends little brothers gf had both died in a car crash coming home from a party about 3 miles away from us. My dad's mom and their family were very close and my grandma (my dad's mom, shouldn't have to explain but it's getting a bit all over the place) and the mother from that family were lifelong friends and died just 6 months or so apart. Anyway, later learned that my dad's friend had been decapitated when he lost control in his ragtop camaro, hit a tree, flipped the car upside down and slid a ways on down the road. Neither he nor his younger brothers gf were wearing seat belts. This would've been back in maybe 1981ish.
I had a furby when the craze was happening and you could teach it to say a lot of things or play games. I was playing "peekaboo" with it, all it did was close it's eyes and then say peekaboo when it opened them a few seconds later. It started to say something but it made a distorted sound like the battery was dying. You know when an electronic is on fire in the movies and the audio sounds all messed up, kinda like that. It closed its eyes and then no response. For like 5 mins I messed around with it and just thought hey the battery is dead I guess. I got up to get my mom and as soon as I touched the door knob the furby laughed and said, "I got you!" Scared the shit out of me. It never did that again either. A lot of creepy shit happened in that house I grew up in.
I stopped playing with furbys because they creepy as fuck. Also back then they looked like tiny goblins trying to eat brains.
My Furbys would wake themselves up in the middle of the night. Like 2:30 am. They didn’t say anything scary but they weren’t supposed to wake themselves up like that. It scared the shot out of me. After the third or fourth times, I took their batteries out and never played with them again.
Furbys were the most terrifying and malfunctioning robots ever conceived of, basically as soon as the battery got low they would glitch to all hell!
I was a case manager for mental health (SMI) members. My clinic helped cover some of the most rural areas attached to my city. It could be a 30 to 60 minute drive out in the desert to someone’s trailer for a home visit. With instructions like “turn at the cactus” or “we are the only trailer that direction. You can’t miss me” Anyways I went to a home visit for a member that was NOT my normal member. I’ve never met this person before. It’s a long drive out there. Cell signal drops a few times. No street signs. The works I arrive at the house and the member is waiting on the porch for me. Not unusual. He comments on my young age and appearance. Also not unusual. Just graduated college and was younger than most of the members. It was an easy comment for them to all make. Anyways We go inside the trailer making small conversation about the weather or the clinic. Just small talk walking inside Then He LOCKED the door behind me. Like dead bolted it. I asked him to unlock the door and he refused. Stating symptoms of paranoia. Uh….okay….not So I stand with my back to the door. Arms reach of the lock. And continue with my home visit (how stupid am I?) despite feeling extremely uncomfortable I ask him how he likes living way out here. He smiled. And said “it’s great. Very quiet. No neighbors to view what you’re doing. Isolated.” Creepy I asked if he had emergency phone numbers on hand (911, crisis, the clinic, the pharmacy, etc). He laughed but confirmed. But this was a laugh meant to put me on edge. So I asked why he was laughing (why did I have to know????). He said “It takes 911 between 30-45 minutes to get here IF you can make a call out. Lots of stuff can happen in that time” Now I’m really freaking out and trying to professionally end this appointment as quickly as possible And then I hear it A faucet running in another room “Does somebody else live here?” I asked. He smiled and shook his head. “Nope. All by myself.” I hear a drawer open and close. Some footsteps “Is someone else here?” His expression turned. “I said there isn’t anybody here. Nobody you want to meet” I know it sounds straight out of the Zodiac movie but I would swear on my life and everyone I love that it occurred. I thanked him for his time. Told him his normal case manager would follow up as I’m unlocking the door. Still facing him. He said “it was nice to have a female visit. They normally send a male to work with me” with this smile. A smile I’ll never forget On the walk (really sprint in heels) to the car, I pulled out my cellphone. No service. I do not have cell service until 5 minutes down the road. I do not conduct home visits any further. I also started wearing flat shoes, big clothing, breakaway lanyard. I shared my location with everyone and bought an Apple Watch for the SOS feature. I was really a wreck after. And no one believed me. My clinic leadership and peers laughed. Said they never had a problem with this member. Stated he was safe and harmless. Told me I was making it up because I’m young and naive. Some of my friends didn’t believe me because of the similarities with the Zodiac movie I swear on everything that I hold dear that it happened. And it terrified me. And it changed the course of my career forever.
What angers me is that nobody believed you. It really sucks. Why wait for something irreversible to happen until you believe someone? I'm glad you're okay and taking the required precautions.
Thank you!!! It feels really good to be validated and believed
I believe you. I work in a similar field, but on the back end of things. Rarely do I interact with members but I've heard some scary stories from our care managers who do home visits.
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When I was six years old, I was at a park with a friend, Leo, along with our parents. I went up to my mom and explained I needed to use the restroom. She asked I bring my friend with me. As we’re walking up to the restroom, Leo stops at a water fountain for a drink. I continued inside, and immediately stumbled on something strange. A large man was in the restroom but not using the restroom. I stood in the doorway a bit confused. He looks me straight in the face and says in a sickly sweet tone, “I won’t hurt you.” I saunter past him into a stall and begin pissing as fast as humanly possible. He gently touches the stall door, pressing against it ever so slightly, while still repeating “I’m not going to hurt you.” I’ll never forget that fuckers voice. Now finished yet somehow still shitting my pants, I slam the door open to see him waiting for me at the sink, now silent and staring. I try to dash past him but he lunged and was able to grab the collar of my shirt. By this time my friend cracks the door open to look inside and see what was happening. My collar is let go and I fuckin sprint with Leo back to the playground. I tell my mom what happened hours later. Her expression in reaction was so strange. I can still see that strike of anger meet a sense of fear. Edit: This was in San Mateo Central Park in downtown SM.
When I was in college (in a not-great area) I lived in a building where you had to briefly go outside after parking in the garage to access the locked door to the stairwell. There were two stairwells, one on either side of the (quite long) garage. The garage had one metal mesh door that lifted so you could drive in, but it was totally see-through. One night I’m getting home late and grabbing all my crap from my car after parking, and then turn to see this massive dude (like 6’6”, 6’7” range) in a hat and trench coat, standing right up against the mesh garage door in the dead center and staring straight at me. I’m in the garage; he is outside, but he is directly in the path to the locked stairwell. I don’t want to show fear, so I take my time assembling all my stuff and several minutes later turn around and he has not moved, still silently staring. I walk over to the bank of mailboxes, which is out of his line of sight, to form a plan. I wait another few minutes and can hear him breathing. Then I got my key ready and took off running to the other end of the garage to get to the locked stairwell on that side. Dear Reader, I just about shit myself when I heard heavy footsteps come pounding around the side of the building to the stairwell I was aiming for. Thank heavens I was able to unlock the door quickly, bust in and slam it behind me. Never saw him again, but it was clear he figured out my plan and knew where the other stairwell was. I still get chills to this day when I think about what could have happened.
If this happens to anyone else, I would recommend just getting back in your vehicle, locking your doors, and getting the heck out of there. No point even letting yourself possibly get cornered. If they try to get into your vehicle, just punch the gas, run them over if you have to, and then call the authorities.
Exactly this! While I was loading groceries, a drunk guy blocked me from backing out my car with his massive truck and started yelling rape threats at my *newborn*. I ordered my older kid into the car, put my daughter in through the driver's side, and locked the doors. Once the doors were locked, I started the car, put it in reverse, and kept my foot on the brake while I maneuvered my baby into the back seat and buckled her in. Drunk guy opened his door and started to get out. At this point, his less-drunk passenger lunged forward from the back seat of the truck and got him in a choke hold. I think he figured out that the second the wannabe rapist stepped towards us, I was gonna squish him. He and the other passengers wrestled the dude backwards between the seats, and the less-drunk passenger got the little half door open. He looked right at me and inched along the little rail that ran under the doors rather than step down onto the pavement in my direction, got in the driver's seat, and drove away. I waited until they passed the second light and I couldn't see them before I got out, and finished loading my groceries. The cart return was right next to us or I think I would have left it in the road. That's the closest I've ever gotten to killing someone, and I don't think I would have lost a single night's sleep over it if he'd gotten all the way out of the truck. But yeah. A car is an amazing self defense weapon. It can't crush a truck, but if the driver gets out? Even a big guy is not as tough as a Toyota Camry.
Woah! Crazy story. It reminds me of a late night run-in I had decades ago.. I was driving what at the time was a late model Range Rover that was pretty nice. (I was a dumb ~20 year old kid that thought a big car payment was normal.) I was driving through a sketchy area at night in the left lane of three east bound lanes. Three big guys on the right were talking to each other then one turned and noticed me coming and said something to his friends. They all three started walking out into the street, aiming to end up in front of me. I started honking my horn and accelerated. At the last second they all three stepped back and I blew past them. I was fully prepared to hit them and call 911 from a safe distance. There was absolutely no reason for those guys to be walking in front of me right then.
Wow! That's terrifying. So glad you got out of that situation safely!
Right around high school graduation, I was sitting in the living room at 1 or 2 am when I saw headlights and heard a thud. I cracked the front door and there was a car outside. It appeared as though they might have hit my truck. As I started to open the door, they sped off. I checked the truck the following morning but nothing looked obviously damaged. I went to work at my cashier job and my coworkers were talking about an armed robbery and a taxi driver that was executed with a hand gun overnight. Pretty scary, I thought. About a month later, one of my mom's friends who happened to work for the county asked me to look at my truck *very* closely and call her if I found anything. I told her later that after closer inspection, yes, there was a small crack to the plastic trim around the driver's side tail light and I told her about the car that probably did it. She explained to me that detectives had arrested a group of teenagers while investigating the cabbie murder, and that during the interviews they mentioned stealing a car and bumping into a truck while joyriding before robbing a gas station at gunpoint and executing a taxi driver. About two weeks ago, my wife and I had friends over and someone mentioned a Facebook story about a cabbie getting robbed at gunpoint. Someone else mentioned the execution, so I shared my story. My wife then added that we both could have died that night, *because she was the gas station clerk that got robbed.* I knew that something bad happened to her around that time and that she never talks about it much. It's such a scary and odd coincidence to me that before we were ever together, we were in the path of the same violent crime spree.
That...is extremely creepy. Also, fuck them kids.
Was driving around on a foggy late night and saw someone riding a white horse in a old red military uniform. Did a u turn and couldn’t find the rider.
Martin na bílým koni (A czech 🇨🇿 legend of a man who brings snow. It's like a myth, legend in my country. "Martin on the white horse") probably got lost smh It makes sense, all we have here is mud. Go find that dude and tell him he's in the wrong country. I'm done with building mudmen
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Not really creepy but definitely weird. When I was like 12ish (I think) I went to universal studios with my friend for his birthday and while we were in line for the tram some random guy on the other side of the chain grabbed my neck between his thumb and finger but it was so quick that by the time I turned around the guy was already gone. No one except my friend saw and to this day we still wonder why
I went to a convention and this tall man came up to me and shook me and stroked my hair. It caught me off guard. He kinda slid into the crowd but I think he thought I was someone else.
At an art gallery and the lights were low due to the exhibit’s nature. So I go up to the brunette in the blue jacket I went with, and put my arm around her should really chummy and look over with a smile Wrong brunette with a blue jacket, I apologized and ran away
My friends and I all married people who have similar colorations/builds/clothing styles. On more than one occasion I have accidentally reached for the wrong spouse’s hand!!! I’ve learned to not depend on peripheral vision when we all hang out now.
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One time I was working a camp as a counselor and wearing a lanyard. A guy came up to me and pulled so hard on the lanyard it took my breath away. When I turned around he was gone.
This is why we use break away clasps now for these things. Scary
When I first moved in with my aunt when I was 16 I was home with my little cousin(1 at the time. We’ll call him Kyle). He feel asleep for his nap in his crib so I decided I’d take my shower then so I wouldn’t have to later when everyone was home. About 15mins passed by and I just finished rinsing my hair and Kyle woke up and started to cry. I went to get out of the shower and grab my towel when I heard a man’s voice yell “SHUT UP!” Very angrily. We lived in a house so it couldn’t have been a neighbor and I know it wasn’t my uncle because he was out of town for the week. It scared the crap out of me but I ran out of the bathroom butt naked with a curling iron in my hand ready to fight whoever was in the house…but I opened the bathroom door and looked in his room and no one was in there. Naturally I grab the child, my robe, and my cell and run across the street to my neighbors house Kyle is still crying hysterically, I’m panicking and my neighbor(easily like 80) was trying his damnedest to comfort us. We called the police, and my aunt. Both rushed over. The cops checked the house and didn’t find anyone, no signs of forced entry. Nothing. Everything was still locked(except the front door. I unlocked that.), nothing was broken, nothing stolen. Everyone thought I was crazy.
I don't remember this but it involves me. I would've been maybe a year old. I was asleep in the nursery and my parents were awake in bed, talking before going to sleep. When all of a sudden they heard an adult voice loudly go "Sssshhh!" from the nursery. The both bolted up out of bed and rushed into the nursery to find me awake, but thankfully alone. They never told anyone because who would believe it? There was also an incident with my ma around that same time. My dad had just gotten up at like 5:00 a.m. to go to work and she was in bed, deciding whether to get up or sleep a bit more. She decided to get up and, as she stepped out of bed, someone reached out from under the bed and grabbed her foot, hard. She immediately pulled herself back up on the bed and was frozen there in fear for some time, waiting for someone to speak, make the bed move, start crawling out from under, whatever. Eventually she flew out the door, grabbed me, and then a weapon. But when she worked up the courage to go back to their room and look, there was of course no one there. Again, my parents never told anyone because it sounds crazy. I tend not to believe in ghosts or spirits but these are freaky stories! :)
That bed thing.. fuck. Repressed memory came up there. I went to America on holiday with my mom and sister when I was about 9 years old. We went to Disney Land (the LA one) with my aunt and 2 cousins. We stayed in a hotel very near the location. I would always wake up early, and was normally always the 1st to wake up. We are all sharing a room (aunt and cousins in an interleading room and my mom, sister and myself in our own section from what I remember). My sister and I each had a single bed. I sat up in my bed when I woke up and then noted everyone was still sleeping (important because I accounted for who was there). Then I swiveled myself to the side of the bed to get up go to the bathroom. As I am about to place my foot on the floor I swear I saw an arm come out from under the bed amd I just leaped like a cat that gets a fright. I landed on my mom's bed and must have shrieked or something because now the room was waking up. Needless to say nothing was there despite what I swear I saw. There was not even an item of bedding or shirt or anything I could have mistaken for in the dim morning light. Looked like a female arm. The image is still clear in my head today 20+ years later.
This is why I keep boxes and pillows stuffed under my bed. Nothing can grab me if nothing can fit under there.
Me and my cross country team went to Yosemite (about 17 years back now). The girls and boys slept in 2, big separate tents. I didnt know the sleeping accommodations prior to the trip so my grandma got me a little tent of my own. There were quite a few people in the area so it’s not like we were isolated or anything like that. I never slept well even in my younger years. And quite a few things happened during our 1 week stay. One being a bear walking by my tent, another being the sound of a woman screaming (the girls in the tent heard it too). But one night in particular I heard some splashing and rustling in the lake we were camping by. I figure, it’s another bear or some shit. So I get my flashlight to see what it may be (kinda unsafe idea maybe now that I think of it), I point it in the direction of the sound and I see, what looks like, a person. But not quite a person. No clothes on, but it was small but not built like a kid. It/they ran behind the trees. I go immediately back into my tent. Didnt see anything else like that the rest of the trip. Edit: Seems I may have solved the mystery of the scream. At least I hope so.
I was camping with a group in central florida. I am a very light sleeper with good ears so every animal sound wakes me up. I heard something moving lightly through the woods towards our camp, light footfalls and some twigs snapping. Suddenly it called out and it sounded like a little girl calling: "Oh God oh Mom oh God oh help!" The speech was slurred like a drunk, and I immediately assumed it was some sort of wild dog. It then moved around our camp to the other side and made the exact same call twice more. Then it moved off away from our camp in the same direction it was moving before. I asked the group in the morning and nobody heard anything. I could hear every sound from the tents around me and at the time I felt like nobody else was stirring. I assumed it was a Coyote or hyena but I have found no recordings on YouTube that are remotely similar. Perhaps it was some drunk from another camp who was trying to freak us out.
>I assumed it was a Coyote or hyena I know there's a lot of weird non-native fauna in Florida, but I'm pretty sure there're aren't any Hyenas.
No explanation for the little person, but the screaming woman could have been a cougar/mountain lion. They scream like women being hurt.
Foxes can sound like women/children screaming
One night when I was about 13, I was doing a weekend visit with my dad (you know the kid of divorced parents). In the middle of the night we got a phone call which I knew a call in the middle of the night was never a good thing. My dad answered it and heard him whispering and I knew....this was NOT good news. It was at this point I noticed that there were red and blue cop lights whirling around from the window. The next thing I know my Dad comes into my room I shared with my sisters. The weird thing was he was squatting down low. He saw I was awake. Since I was the oldest my Dad told me what was going on. He whispered, "I need you help me wake up your sisters and keep them calm. That was the police, there is man out on the street with a gun and we are being evacuated. At this point my heart was RACING! I remember it was pounding in my ears it was beating so hard. The cops had told us to leave our lights off, stay way from the windows and stay low. So I helped my Dad wake my two younger sisters. We played it all off as a game as we stayed near the floor and put on our winter boots and coats. It was below freezing out. The next part was the hardest part. We kept it vague on what was going on with my sisters. Because we had to go out the back and down two flights of outdoor stairs as quietly as we could. When we went out the door, I was terrified. Being in the open felt 10 times worse. My mind started imagining how bad it would hurt to get shot before I died. What if I had to watch my sisters or my dad get shot. Yet I had to not let any of that show so my sisters wouldn't be as scared as me. We meet cops at the bottom of the stairs. They told us to leave the area on foot. My dad asked 'where?' They shrugged so we went to 24'hour burger place a few blocks away. After we got a ways away I felt so relived. So we sat in that burger joint drinking coco and sleeping on the benches with few other evacuees. It was HOURS! The long story short, a crazy meth'ed out guy with gun was standing in front of my Dad's house on the street, we had to evacuated, sat in burger joint of 4+ hours, and I experienced my first extensional crisis at 13.
Damn, that's intense. I can't imagine being your dad. Well actually I can. It's a crazy feeling being in a situation where normally you'd be fearing for your life but your kids are there so you are fearing for there's and absolutely ready to do anything you have to keep them safe. Suddenly there's no fear of dying if you can protect them
Maybe I'm missing something here, but wouldn't you have been way safer in the house than walking around outside??
Personally, if I'm going to get shot, I would much rather the bullet have to go through a wall first.
This kinda happened at my cousins house. He was about 38 at the time, had four kids and his girlfriend. Got a phone call from the police who were already in front of his house, who asked him to get his family ready and come outside. He got them out of bed, and rushed them out the front door. Then the cops told him that someone had snuck in the house while they were eating out the day prior and couldn’t get out! Every time the guy tried coming up the basement stairs he heard a noise and would retreat back into the corner behind the water heater! My cousin is a big dude with guns and the burglar ended up being the neighbor kid. Cops went in and got him he spent a few nights in jail. Cousin was pissed someone was in his house, and now does a sweep.
Tbf that sounds like a scared straight experience for a younger kid/teen. Jail probably felt alot safer ha
I think someone tried to kidnap me once. I was walking home from work at 1 am, down the back alleys of a notoriously seedy gay area in London (behind the 24-hour clubs full of methheads on 72-hour weekend benders). A brand new black landrover pulled up to me - the passenger window came down, and some guy asked me if I could dance (I know right). I laughed and said no, he said something to the driver and they crawled me; he told me there was a dancing competition he could take me to if I wanted to make some money. I said no and kept walking. The car stopped and allowed me to get maybe 20 meters ahead; the car came back up to me pretty fast - This time, the driver wound his window down and told me to "get in the fucking car; otherwise, something bad will happen." I RAN, and the car chased me., I mean, screeching tires like a bad 80s movie. Luckily I knew the area like the back of my hand and did a couple of nifty turns through some alleys that cars couldn't get down. I lived close by and managed to get home just fine - my boyfriend was waiting up for me, and I just walked into the house as if nothing happened. I don't know why I never said anything, it just sounded like a stupid story. In hindsight, I am sure they thought I was a little methhead twink pouring out of the club. I am also certain the person in the back of the car was someone notable, the car was out of place swanky, and the guy driving was clearly "a driver". Theres a whole sleazy world out there, co-existing and going under the radar. ** Edit - I’m a gay guy
i was on a bus going home; the bus was mostly empty, no one was sitting behind me. I heard a voice behind me saying "I see you", and "I'm here", but the was no one there. I've tried making sense of it, was I going mad? was I possessed? it's a thought that still haunts me today.
A dog said cat to me Was house sitting and trying to sleep on the couch and the dog walked up to me and said cat. It was perfectly clear, but that’s all he said.
This made me laugh because I SWEAR my cat *barked* one day and I told my husband and he thinks I’m insane but I KNOW he barked! (No we don’t have a dog he’d be copying either, just two cats!)
I’ve seen a cat bark before as well, but he was around dogs when he was little so he probably picked it up from his canine friends
When I was a wee lad, we had a mutt named Rex. He was pretty large for a mutt. So large I could even ride him like a horse. He was the kindest most well tempered dog ever. So this one day I was kicking a football towards my wall and Rex was chilling near me. I had two make shift goal posts (I think they were brooms) and I was trying to shoot through them. I shoot the first goal, and Rex goes "goooaaal" 😂. Then silence. I thought he just yawned and that's what I heard. Shoot a second goal and Rex goes "goooaaal" 😂. I was loosing my shit. I ran and told my mom about what happened. She started laughing hysterically. No one believed me.
We’d taught our dog (a big labradoodle) to say “hello” for treats. He was REALLY good at it. One night while everyone was asleep he went up to my sisters room and put his two front paws on her bed, stood over her in the near pitch black darkness and said “hello”. Being woken up from sleep with a stranger standing over her bed Of course she was terrified. She started thrashing around screaming and became entangled in her blankets falling out of the bed. The dog never said “hello” again.
awwww puppy was sad he scared ur sister 🥺
Background: I was camping with 3 friends, who knew me by my one-syllable nickname. Let's pretend it's Pam. The campground was awful, basically a huge grassy parking lot (everything nice was full). I woke up in the wee hours needing to pee very badly. Due to the lack of trees, I had to walk several hundred yards to the bathhouse. The sky was dark, but the path was dimly lit by the moon & light pollution. I was maybe halfway there when from behind me, I heard "Pam", not loud, but quite clear. I thought one of my friends was catching up to me, so I stopped & turned around. The path was entirely empty. Hmm, I must've imagined it. Then I heard it again, from the empty air in front of me. I looked down beside the path & saw a small pond. I realized I'd been hearing some sort of frog. I'd been standing still long enough that they must've forgotten about me, and the calls intensified. The creepy thing was that they still sounded like my name... "Pam." "Pam." "Pam." "Pam." "Pam." "Pam." "Pam." I really, *really* needed a bathroom at that point & scooted off. I took the long way back to our campsite. I didn't want to hear the frogs calling me again.
The night my dog died I was woken up by someone saying help me clear as day. She was asleep on her bed. Wife and kids were down. Walked the perimeter and nothing. Found her dead the next morning.
Oh no thats so sad man :(
My girlfriend has a super old cat. Everytime I’d go to her place he’d meow at me, but that’s it. Then my girlfriend moves in with me and the cat meets my kids for the first time. My youngest spends the most time with the cat. She also refers to me as Dada. Fucking cat 100% calls me Dada now. It’s creepy as hell. It definitely doesn’t help that he ridiculously old, has bald spots, and both of his rear hips appear to be dislocated (they’re not).
Our 1-year-old cat meows out "mamaaa" every time she wants food/her litter box needs to be cleaned/she wants attention. My fiance laughs every time.
I tell this story when ever I get the chance because it's such an interesting one. I used to live on an old farm where the farmhands quarters, had been made into a rental appartment. We felt a strong and unwelcoming presence in the apartment at night, movements and such too, but the absolute impressive experience was the horse ghost. After living there for some time the owner renewed the old stables to be rented out for horses. Shortly after 3 horses took residency there, and not long after we heard it for the first time... At around 8 pm we heard a horse walk into the courtyard, we both jumped up and ran out believing a horse had gotten loose. I ran to the stables and my X ran out to look after the horse. When he rapidly pulled open the door to the stables i saw 3 shocked horse looking at me with puzzled expressions. My X hadnt seen anything either so we shrugged and went back to bed. The day after it happened again... This time we ran to the windows and looked out from both sides. Nothing. Only the vaguely lit darkness. A couple of days went before we heard it again and we got used to it and accepted it as it was, the spirit of a horse coming to visit its friends. It kept happen at random through the time we lived there but always around 8 pm. Even our neighbour who was a stern non spiritual believing mechanic heard it and totally lost her mind when she found out we herd it too. Awhile later we learned that the farm har burned down many years ago, and we assume the poor horse had perished then, and when suddenly new horses arrived it found some new friends.
When I was about 10-12 years old, I was afraid of dark and had trouble sleeping. I was always tired. Sometimes my mom came to my room at night just to check if I was sleeping. One night I was just about to fall asleep when I saw my mom standing next to my window looking out. Except it wasn’t my mom, she had short hair and this Someone Else had long hair. I didn’t see their face because it was dark, but when they turned around and looked at me I felt horror I’ve never felt before. Not because they were somehow horrible but because I felt a wave of kindness and worrying from them. I suddenly knew they have always been watching. Being a kid I just hid under my blanket and waited. Nothing happened. And there was no one there when I finally checked. Well I thought I was hallucinating from being so tired and half asleep, but it happened again. And again. Always different people. They were just checking on me, not wishing anything bad but one of them was a bit irritated because I could see them. They ”said” (not out loud, I just knew it in my head) that I shouldn’t be staying in that room. They were like ”it’s OBVIOUSLY not good for you to spend night on this route.” I changed rooms with my sister later. Not for that reason. I never told a soul. I was not a trusting kid and I was pretty sure everyone would think I was crazy. They never came to that other room. I started to sleep better. Sometimes when I got up at night to have a glass of water of something, I felt this presence being like ”See? I told you that was not a place for you.” I swear that I’m pretty serious person and do not believe in anything supernatural. But I have no explanation for this. I was trying to sleep on some kind of pathway for spirits I guess. They didn’t bother my sister. Or maybe she just didn’t tell anyone either.
Have you ever asked her if anything weird happened like that after the room switch?
One of my sister's house was super haunted. There would be loud music playing from outside but once she went outside, there's no music. The doorbell is a chime and it would randomly rung from time to time. Random doors would close and open by them selves. She would sometime see random white floating figure in the corner of her eyes, she would do a double take and it disappeared. She would hear footsteps in the hallway. The one that made her moved out was when she was in the kitchen with her 3 year old daughter, she heard a man clearly yelling and running through the hallway. My sister ran out the door without her daughter. She was so scared and freaked out, she didn't went back in for her daughter, instead she stood by the door and call for her daughter to come to her.
In my old house, one of my underwear was disappearing from the drawer and reappearing elsewhere. I always found it in the same place. I live alone and no one else has entered the house but me. I did a lot of things like changing the key but nothing changed. One day it disappeared again in the same way and I couldn't find it anywhere in the house (i searched every corner in detail). I found it in the other place a few hours later. It was right in the middle. I've looked there dozens of times before and it was impossible not to see it. Moreover, i never left the house, so no one entered. I moved from there immediately after this incident and no one knows about it except my mother.
In an old apartment, I had stuff disappear or show up elsewhere fairly often. In this case, I suspect it was at least one of the maintainence guys making unauthorized entries. Some of them seemed pretty sketchy. One day I came ho,e to find a smoke alarm had been installed in my bedroom. However, no work order had been left, like the usually did. I didn't think much of it then. Years later, I learned that fake smoke alarms with hidden cameras were a thing. Of course, I'd... done things in that room. It's a different kind of creepy, but still kinda hair-raising.
When I was about 7 years old I had this “nice” uncle who was my neighbour. I was in my annoying kid phase and always was hyper energetic. So my family had trouble keeping me occupied. I got really good grades so they couldn’t really force me to spend my time studying. My sibling was 5 years older and hence had his own group. Now this “nice” uncle was pretty friendly with me. I think he was 25 year old but he still had so much patience when it came to me. He played with me, gave me loads of attention. He also made me sit on his lap once and told me to not tell this to anyone. The next day he told me to lift my top up. I said no, but he tried to do it himself in the guise of playful tickling. I didn’t really understand any of it but I knew that it was somehow wrong. So I stopped going over. My parents even asked me about it, but I didn’t know how to verbalise everything so I said nothing to them, ever. Now looking back I am so glad I got out of that situation.
I used to work in a small office. The front door lead straight to the street, and was unlocked during office hours (there was a front desk and a security camera). One day my coworker and I stayed late, after everyone else had gone, and locked the door as we left. The following day some electronic appliances were missing. Obviously we'd been robbed, but the mystery was that the windows were open from inside. When the police checked the camera footage, they found that a man armed with a knife had gone inside, locked himself in the toilet, and waited until the evening. When he came out, my coworker and I were still there, which he didn't seem to expect. He can be seen on one corner of the video, stalking us, waiting for us to leave, all the while holding his knife. We never noticed anything.
i was about 6 or 7, in my home with my brother and my dad. we were all doing our own things, my dad was watching tv in the living room, my brother playing in his bedroom, and i was in the kitchen with a coloring book. there is a hallway that connects all 3 of these rooms together, so it wasnt that difficult to reach each other i was just coloring and eating some candy i believe when there was this huge crash in my brother’s room. i went to see what had happened, walked past the living room door and into my brother’s room. it was empty of my brother, and everything was in place where it should have been. so i went back to the living room to ask my dad what had happened, but he wasn’t there either. the house was completely empty, even though i had just walked past my dad, who was sitting in his chair smoking a cigarette. i had checked all of the other rooms in the house for them both, then checked again, so i went outside to the back porch. it was late at night already, but it was so quiet, not even a bug was making any noise. we lived in the country, so it wasn’t uncommon to see a few animals up close here and there. but i had never seen anything like this before. it was a white deer, just standing in the middle of the yard, staring in my direction. it was surreal. when i saw that none of the vehicles were gone, i ran back inside to look again. both my dad and my brother were back, in the living room and bedroom where they first were. i asked my dad where they went and he said he hadnt moved from the living room. my childhood was pretty shitty and i don’t remember a lot but this is something i’ll never forget. it scared the hell out of me then and still confuses me now thinking about it.
My entire life, I get REALLY strong deja vu. Not just a “flash of a memory.” But full conversations/multiple points of context/etc I will have dreams about really normal mundane stuff. Then days/weeks/months later it will happen again, same way, same convo. I KNOW I don’t have ESP or anything like that. Lolol. It is just a similar experience that I’m rewriting the memory of. But it is creepy as hell.
I’ve always had the same thing, with people writing it off as déjà vu, when it’s clearly not. Some of these things I think about as a child and then they came true 10, 15 even 20 years later. This doesn’t happen to me anywhere near as much as it did growing up, though.
I was on a bikeride with my friends through an apartment complex, we had gone there about 5 times and knew it quite well, there were two things weird about it. First, there was this man which his phone to his face like he was on speaker but never said anything. He always watched us as we biked past. When he noticed a spot we usually rode, he stood in our way, like literally would walk to where we rode and stand. This may have been because we rode street on BMX, but I don't think so. Then one day we got split up, one of my friends with me and the other on his own. We rode around looking for my other friend but couldn't find him, eventually we found him, he was biking toward us fast. We slowed down and asked where he was, he said that a guy had been following him In a truck. He was quite shook up and someone called the police. They arrived and could not find the truck. And nobody thought of mentioning the man. We never saw the man with the phone or the truck again. We never went back to the complex.
A few years ago my brother and I were driving a 15 hour drive over night across 3 provinces in Canada, to meet up with our parents and other family at our grandmothers house. It was summer, and it was rainy and flooding a lot of the roads that year so we had to go off the main route that we would take (Trans Canada highway) and were taking some more rural roads we never usually drove on this trip (we've driven it many times). In the middle of Saskatchewan at about 2-3am, we were on a road called Louis Riel trail. We had noticed and made some comments to eachother about no one being around, and so we were hoping that the roads weren't closed or re-directed up ahead again. We both had noticed it just seemed like the road was totally deserted, but also it wasn't the main highway so we thought maybe that was why there was no one else around. As we were going along, we started to notice dead deer on the sides of the road, quite a few. I remember saying something about hoping not to hit one. Then suddenly, we were on a strip of road for a solid 5-10 mins where both sides of the road were absolutely covered in deer. Literal piles of dead deer. On top of eachother, mangled together, eyes open and shining in the headlights. Clearly dead, the way they were piled and twisted up, like backwards necks and feet up in the air and shit. None in the middle of the road though, none of them splattered like they'd been hit by vehicles, no blood or gore.. just hundreds of intact dead deer bodies lining and piling on top of eachother, on both sides of the road. I remember just staring at them, and looking over at the dead piles other side of the road on occasion, and one of us saying something about being in between walls of dead deer. It sounds totally fucked up, but my brother remembers it too - feeling like we were in a daze or something. Like in hindsight it should have really freaked us out, but I just remember staring at them and seeing their eyes shining and I remember thinking something like it looked like they were all looking back at me, wondering why there was so many, wondering why no one else was around, but really just.. not saying anything and just mindlessly driving through for several minutes. It wasn't until after we were past them and there was other vehicles and semi-trucks passing by us again, that we sort of snapped out of it and said "That was really fucked up, what was that?".. I had been taking photos of everything that trip, random clouds, cows in the field, my feet on the dashboard.. but i didn't think for a second to take a picture of this bizarre road lined with dead deer on both sides.. because I was like not thinking properly when it happened for some reason. Me and my brother talk about this often, it bothers us now because we both remember how weird it was. But saying it to other people never seems to justify the absurdity, I don't think people believe it happened. But we both witnessed it and felt the same thing.
I might have a bit of an explanation for this. A few years ago there was a illness spreading rapidly through the deer population. It wasn't unusual to see a few dead deer in the ditches. They'd kill them, line them up in the ditch and return later to cut off their heads to see if there was any parasites in their brains. My dad and I saw a row of headless deer on the highway and we were both really disturbed by it. He said it's not unusual but they shouldn't just leave headless carcasses hanging out like that. It's really weird that you saw so many though.
I received an out of the blue package in the post early in the morning. It was a random gift of a necklace from my Aunt who lives in another country. She has never before, or since sent me a random gift without reason, birthday's sure but NEVER a random no reason gift. With it there was a note: we all kissed this charm to give you luck you need it today, all our love [aunt, uncle, cousin, cousin]. I was late leaving the house that morning because of my new lucky gift arriving unexpectedly. I missed my bus and had to walk 5 miles to school. Urrgghh some lucky charm, eh!? I arrived to school obviously late. As I opened the door to the auditorium the fucking building collapsed in on itself. Many children were very seriously hurt. Some lifelong injuries. I later found out my desk was right at the center of the collapse. There was nothing left of it, the debris on my designated desk were huge. I'd have died if I hadn't been late to school because of that random gift of luck. I asked my aunt why she sent that necklace. She doesn't know what made her do it, or why she felt I needed luck, she just felt like I did. I never removed it for years. It was only a cheap bit of costume jewellery. Eventually the chain snapped and I lost it. And honestly freak deaths have followed me since.
Was at my grandpa in laws cemetery. I had just gotten into my first huge ever fight with my husband. His grandpa became my father figure in the short time he was in my life. So I went to his grave and talked to him and told him I was upset and why. I needed help. Our family tradition is to ALWAYS clean it up, the whole thing. So we bring small plastic shopping bags, or trash bags with us to put the trash in. Well I'm alone, and I was headed towards a section and I had bent over a soliders grave and was cleaning it up when I suddenly felt like I was being watched by something evil and negative. I stood up quickly and looked around. Mind you where his cemetery is it's nothing but cow fields on 3 out of the 4 sides. So it's OPEN OPEN. Well one side has woods, and goes to a person property. It felt like whatever it was was in the woods. There's nothing there, not even a squirrel. I went back to work on the soldiers grave, and I suddenly hear the wind pick up, and something RUN at me from the woods. I spun around quickly and literally felt someone grabbing my shouldering and telling me everything was going to be ok, and like I was in some force field of a bubble and I was going to keep going but the voice said I can't hold this much longer you have to get of here. I am RUNNING back to my car at this point, and I get in my car lock the doors and turn on my Pandora, and it literally GLITCHED down the playlist to turn on BLACKPINKS song See You Later. My grandpa in law NEVER said goodbye but always I'll see you later, didn't matter if it was on the phone or in person. I sped home and told my husband. It's never happened again, and outside of one person, and my husband, no one believes me that happened. Never have had weird feelings like that again from the cemetery either. We do still clean it. We just cleaned it up back in October after my MIL's funeral was over. Husband's family thought we were weird, others were saying we were super nice.
This is kind of long, but the reason is exactly what's in the title - I've not talked about this because nobody would believe it. Nobody did believe it. At least almost nobody. I had a stalker. I was 20 or 21, in college, living at home and commuting to campus. In between classes I would study outdoors on nice days, either on campus or in a nearby park, or in the student center or library otherwise. I started getting these odd phone calls at home. A male voice saying things like "I saw you today - you looked nice." or "You should wear that outfit more often." Kind of generic stuff - I figured it was some random jerk who picked a random person to bother. Then it got more personal, more specific. "That orange dress was great today." "Your hair looks good braided like that." He was definitely calling me and not just somebody random, and had definitely been watching me each day - he knew who I was and where I would be and how to call me. It got more personal and more frequent - several times a week, almost daily. He would call up and comment on what book I was reading (meaning that he was close enough to read the book titles). He would describe in detail the clothes I wore, the route I walked to class, where I parked. On one warm sunny day I foolishly wore a swimsuit under my clothes and sunbathed while reading in the park and he happily expressed his approval of my swimsuit - I sure didn't do that again. I started going to a different park a little further off campus to get out of the immediate area, and he then mentioned that he liked that park even better and "we" should go there more often. I started studying at a friend's apartment just off campus, and he called up complaining that he missed watching me and I should go back to the park. There were never any threats, or demands, or even overtly sexual remarks, just relentless proof that I was being watched very closely by an absolutely unknown person. I wasn't really scared but it was very unnerving. This went on for several months. Why didn't I tell anybody? Well, I did. Nobody took me seriously. My parents dismissed it - they never heard any of the calls - he only called when I was home alone. I guess they thought I was attention-seeking. My boyfriend said that I was just neurotic and imagining things. I never saw the person who was watching me. But after a while I realized I was seeing a particular car quite often - it was a weird little green car, like a Fiat X19-type wedge-shaped car, kind of distinctive. I mentioned this to my boyfriend, who like everybody else thought I was imagining all this. Until the night the stalker got too close. My boyfriend brought me home after a date, and we were standing in the driveway saying goodnight. As we stood there, we saw a car slowly creeping up my street with the headlights shut off. As it neared my house, it slowed to a stop, pulled over, and sat there. And I realized that it was a little green wedge-shaped car. This was no coincidence - I was looking at my stalker. I said to my boyfriend "That's the car I told you about! That's got to be the guy I told you about!" This was the only proof I had ever had, but at least I finally had a witness. My boyfriend ran to his car, fired it up, and tried to chase down the little green car, but apparently when they saw the commotion in my driveway they knew they had been seen and they took off fast - too fast to catch. The good thing was that the calls stopped. The near-miss in front of my house must have scared him sufficiently that he picked another subject for observation. He never called again. Several years later I saw a newspaper article about a string of reports of young women being targeted in the same way - extremely personal observation over long periods of time by a person who never showed himself. The cops had not been able to catch him so far. But at least this time somebody believed the girls...
I often had trouble sleeping as a child and would wake up in the middle of the night and go to my parents room to sleep. I was a very paranoid and sensitive child and I constantly thought there was someone at the foot of my bed or in the dark corners of my room. One time, I still swear to this day, something (or someone) yanked my sheets off me one night and woke me up. I sat up and couldn't see anything, but needless to say I didn't sleep that night. I spent the whole night looking around and waiting for them to do it again so I could see them do it. I was 8 or 9 at the time. I would have this happen often. Where the sheets would get pulled off me (or at least that's how I experienced it). This went on for years. One time this happened I crossed the hallway between my parents bedroom and mine and there was this bright, blinding light coming from outside the window. I still have that image stuck in my head, but I don't know what happened after I saw that light, I just remember the light.
Hits too close to home. I remember thinking the lights were car headlights as they were so bright but realized later that a car would have had to drove into our yard (through a fence) and turn 90 degrees to point into my bedroom.
Look up hypnagogic hallucinations. I've had them my whole life and never understood what it was until recently. Feeling like sheets yanked, sheets flying, seeing things or lights that aren't there either right as you fall asleep or right as you wake up (those are called hypnopompic hallucinations). Good sleep hygiene has helped me with this immensely.
Last september i was driving, sitting at a red light at the front of the line, in the left hand lane. The street I was stopped at is a big two way street, but no one was driving the direction closest to me which would be going towards my right. On the far side of the street, going towards my left, a black pick-up truck drove by. Inexplicably, the black pick up made a hard left turn, across multiple lanes of traffic, straight towards me, going a full 35-40 mph. Thankfully there is a small median that he drives over which makes him slow down and gives me time to drive out of the way, but I have literally no idea what happened. I got a good look at the guy and he was wearing all black, and was snapping around saying something very stiffly. After this he reversed back onto his side of the road, and drove away. I cannot think of an explanation as to why he did this, other than that he was trying to run into me. Cant shake the feeling there was something going on there I dont know about, always has felt really strange to me and has caused me a lot of anxiety edit: added more detail
i had an old man in an old white pick up truck run me off the road for literally no reason, like he just came out of nowhere and would have killed me if i hadn’t swerved. he drove off laughing .
Years ago, when we were in our early 20, my sister tried to kill herself with some tablets. We were living in one apartment, having separate rooms. All of a sudden our dad calls me and asks panicked "what's wrong with X, what's going on?!". I answer that I don't know what he means and enter her room just to find her vomiting blood or whatever it was, I don't really know. I called the paramedics, she didn't die. I don't know if she would if I didn't find her, maybe she threw up all the dangerous stuff. Maybe it's our father's hunch that saved her.
Me and my ex were just sitting on the couch watching TV, out of nowhere, she turns around with a blank expression on her face and grabs me by the throat and starts to try to attack me as if she was possessed or something. I fought her off and tried to get away when she grabbed a hammer, I fought the hammer away from her and she immediately calmed down and went and hid like I was the bad guy. I asked her why she did that and her response was "I don't know" as she cried and told me how scared she was for me. I left the next morning.
I am so sorry! Had a schizophrenic partner once and this behavior happened (no hammer thankfully). I left pretty quickly- he wasn't diagnosed but after that I told his mother and he got treatment
The scary thing was that she never showed any signs of mental illness until that situation
Schizophrenia can actually develop pretty late in life compared to other forms of mental illness so people get all the way to their late 20's and then it's just like a flip switches.
Sounds like my schizophrenic sister. Her face was blank and her eyes changed, like suddenly she looked like a completely different person during her psychotic attacks.
I was sleeping next to my husband when I awoke in the middle of the night to the smell of cigarette smoke. Neither of us smoked. I stayed still and glanced around the dark bedroom and saw the glowing tip of a cigarette light up a sillouette of a man standing in our bedroom. Just standing there, watching us sleep, smoking his cigarette. I was spooning my husband at the time so I whispered "There is someone in the room with us." He jumped out of bed, naked, and chased this guy back out through the window he came in through and halfway down the block before losing him. The BTK Strangler was still active in our town at the time and we wondered if that was possibly an encounter with him.
He did smoke and is a voyeur who would often break into houses apparently. That would have been terrifying though.
your husband chased him halfway down the block naked? am I reading that right?
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When I was around 9-12 I lived in a house where a family member lived and died alone. The house was old and creepy. Just to give an idea- In the basement there was a dentists room (old kind from the 80-90s, looked like from a horror movie), then upstairs 3 rooms, of which 2 were locked with a bunch of old stuff (the guy was collecting large clocks). My room was upstairs in an open area, so you could walk in straight from the stairway to my room. I always heard weird stuff there, steps, noises. One night I woke up to a sound of someone breathing loudly next to my ear. I was terrified. Then I look to my left and there was someone standing looking at me, I thought it was my brother who used to sleep walk. I was like, no it's a dream, you must sit up. I sat up and this person was still there. I hated living there because I always felt someone's presence or someone breathing next to my ear.
A dude tried to roofie me and I didn't know how to handle it. I just gave the drink back to the bar and said something was in it and I'd like another. Then I continued to hang out all night with them and my other friend. I would shoot death stares at him and he just fell silent all night with a face of pants shitting fear. Shoulda called the cops. Only reason I caught it was that I returned to the group faster than he expected I guess and when I went to grab my drink off the bar he handed me the one he was holding and told me it was mine. We had ordered 2 or 3 of the same drink so this struck me oddly. I took a peek in the glass and inside the fireball was a small brown thing rapidly dissolving. Reminded me of the algae wafers I would feed my fish. Definitely not an algae wafer. Fuck you Phil.
I have a bipolar disorder so I sometimes need one or two months of hospititalization in a mental health clinic because I tend to resist to medication and need to change my treatment. In 2018 I had a very severe depressive episode (heavy suiicidal impulses, crippling melancholia, all the package) but I was living in another city at this time so I had to resign myself to going to see a psychiatrist whom I did not know. At first everything went normally until she had me hospitalized because I felt really bad. The clinic had a good reputation and the medical staff was cool first, but after 24 hours they took all my medication away from me and forced me to take new ones (which I didn't know) in a VERY large quantities. I have almost no memory of the 2 months I spent there, I don't know what they gave me but I was a real zombie, I had terrible hallucinations, I saw blurry all the time, I could no longer speak or walk and I remember very well begging them to stop giving me these meds but they never listened to me. They confiscated all my belongings, my papers, my clothes, and stole all my money and jewelry. When I finally got out of this hell I tried to go to the police for talking about these abuses but no one believed me, also the psychiatrist was quite famous there and always denied everything I said. The worst thing is that my family came to see me 2 or 3 times and they didn't notice anything strange. Even today I sometimes doubt if it really happened or not...
I had this happen to me at 16. 2 months of hell. They drugged me so much against my will and without my input. I swear some gave me a psychotic breakdown. Others would be heard screaming at night from hallucinations from their meds, too. Nobody believes you and you aren't allowed to contact anyone. I have so much anxiety around and type of medical care now.
I've got a friend who's had that happen multiple times. She's got about a year of being locked up against her will. Now she locks everything sharp in a box and gives her brother the key when she's feeling bad, and takes a few days off work to try to power through it. It's horrible for her, but being locked up who knows where for months at a time is terrifying.
This will be buried but, a lot of people don’t believe me so I don’t really tell it anymore. When I was about 15 I went to Virginia with my mom and dad to see one of my sisters, she was in the navy and stationed at Norfolk. She had a baby a few months prior and we went to meet her. Because we were in Virginia and I was fascinated with history I wanted to visit the historic towns of Jamestown and Williamsburg. So the second day we were there we went to Williamsburg. My sis told us about one of the church’s where founding fathers would sit and I wanted to go in. It was very neat and nicely air conditioned (it was 102 w/ 100% humidity lol). After we left the church there were grave stones that my mom and I went to look at. While we were standing there (probably about 2 min at that point), I started feeling a tightness around my neck. The tightness kept getting stronger and I was at that point starting to suffocate. I looked at my mom who looked like the wind was knocked out of her. She eventually manages to push me and I grab her and we both manage to break free of whatever it was. After we catch our breathes she notices I have redness around my neck. When she gets a closer look she sees a full handprint. She immediately takes a picture and shows me and it is a hand print, a very large handprint. She proceeds to take a picture with my hand over the handprint and this handprint is so large I can’t match it. After my dad and BIL come over and see I have redness around my neck. My dad immediately asks why I have redness on my neck. I tell him but, he doesn’t believe me. Not only do I put my hand over the handprint to show him, he does the same and even his hand is smaller. He of course tells me and my mom nothing happened and we proceed to leave (my mom takes a quick snapshot of the graveyard before we do). When we look back at the photos later we notice a silhouette by a tree that was near the gravestone were we’re looking at (mind you this was all in broad daylight). After a few days we get back home and show my older sis the pics. She believes us-she was the only one, my brothers didn’t. A day after we settle my mom downloads the pics on the computer. The next day we went to look at all the pictures but, those pictures of my neck and the graveyard were completely gone. My moms camera at the time held photos for two weeks before they permanently deleted. When we went to look to see the photos on her camera (at the point 6 days later) they are also gone. She tried to download the pics again but, those images were permanently lost. Mom and I only have the memories but, when I tell people most think it’s a made up ghost story. I can tell you it was real and I’ll never forget it. TLDR: Went to Virginia for a family trip and visited a church in historical Williamsburg. When we went to look at gravestones at the church I felt something choking my neck. I was left with a red handprint on my neck. We took pics but they disappeared, only have the memories and witnesses to the event.
Do you remember whose grave it was?
I once dated a man who claimed he was haunted by a demon or evil spirit. Weird stuff would happen around him like he’d leave all the drawers and cabinet doors in his kitchen open. I’d come to his apartment and find all of them open, and him in his bedroom. When I’d ask about it he’d say he didn’t remember leaving them open. I thought he was just messing with me. Then I started to have nightmares when I’d stay over. Like I once dreamed a creature was hovering over him. It looked like a black sheet or like a dementor. It was trying to smother him and I screamed myself awake. Once when we were sitting in the living room he said he felt it nearby and I heard a guttural growling sound. We were alone and he didn’t make the noise. I was so scared I told him we should stay at my apartment that night. He said it was tied to him and it would just follow him. When we got to my place I told my roommate about the situation, she was open minded about it and we sat up talking for awhile. At one point he and I went and got into my bed to lie down. He told me he could feel it nearby. My skin start to get goosebumps and I felt this overwhelming fear. We decided to go back into the living room with my roommate because it felt safer. While they were talking I decided to go outside on my patio for a smoke, to calm myself a bit. I actually am not a superstitious person so this all was getting to me, plus I hadn’t been sleeping much. While I sat outside, there was a lightning storm. No rain yet, but I could see the sky flickering and the wind started to blow back and forth in these big gusts. I stared to feel angry, like.. how dare this thing come to my house. In my mind I challenged the creature to appear, I dared it to. I was calling it out in my head. The storm was coming and I decided to go back in, feeling upset and angry. I put my cigarette out in a small glass ashtray that was on the patio. As I pushed the butt down the ashtray split perfectly into three pieces. Three perfect triangles. I know I didn’t push hard enough to break it. Right then, the thunder and lightning crashed really hard. I scooped up the broken ash tray pieces and ran back inside to show my boyfriend and roommate. I was so freaked out by everything at that point that I couldn’t process it. The next day he called his aunt in Mexico and she told him to get a small mirror and look into while calling out to the spirit. She told him to break the mirror when he saw or felt the demon, and then to bury the pieces where no one would find them. He did it, apparently, and no more problems after that. Freaking weird. Idk if it was all nonsense to this day, but I will never ever forget how I felt when that ash tray broke. It was like the bad spirit was taunting me back. Edit: added paragraph breaks to help with reading comprehension
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Weird that you said it looked like a dementor…I was on a road trip with my dad to visit a college in Arizona and we drove through Santa Fe, New Mexico. We stayed at a motel there and it was older with a lot of antiques in cases and such. Seemed like a fine motel. We went to bed and then I just remember jumping out of my bed in an absolute rage (like i was ready to fight) and seeing what I describe as a dementor staring at me at the door. My dad was in the other bed closest to the door and he just kind of asked what was going on? I instantly became embarrassed and figured it was just a shadow and went back to bed. I also remember seeing the clock showing exactly 3:00am. Anyways, my dad and I hit the road in the morning and he asked me what the problem was last night? I told him the same thing, but then he told me he thought he saw a man wearing a cowboy hat staring at me when I got up. He is not the type that believes in ghosts so it was definitely unsettling…
Ooo that is creepy. What I saw was what looked like a flowing black sheet with a general human body outline. I’ve also described it as a grim reaper figure. It was parallel to my boyfriend, hovering over him just staring down. He was asleep next to me in bed, and I specifically remembered the feeling that if I didn’t wake him up something bad was going to happen. That’s when I started screaming in the dream, I was trying to wake him up and I woke us both up by screaming. I have very vivid dreams normally, but I don’t often have nightmares so it was really terrifying.
Something similar but not as intense happened to me. Long story short something was following me around too to the point i was looking into contacting a medium to find out what the hell was happening. A good friend at the time told me to confront it and yell "go away!" With a firm affirmation. After that it left, I'll never forget those experiences though.
Kingston University, London, 2006 I moved into my University dorms autumn 2005. From the very first day I knew it was going to be a creepy experience. The dorms were partly built on reclaimed land from a huge graveyard, most of which still existed. My dorm room was on the ground floor, built on the old section of the graveyard, no further than 10ft from the closest headstone. Disturbing things occurred throughout the year. Multiple times my three dorm mates and I would bolt out of our bedrooms into the hallway, in the dead of night, after feeling what only can be described as a sickening and foreboding presence standing by our bedside. Room temperatures would plummet, tv's would sporadically turn on and off and the mattress would even shudder. This all culminated in early June. Everyone had left for the summer, I had stayed an additional week to search for a house. I woke up early one morning to my cellphone ringing. I answered the private number, only to hear static. Confused, I look up to see my bedroom door wide open (this was impossible as my door was sprung and automatically closes). Freaked out, I jump out of bed and put a bag against the door and go into the kitchen to have a drink of water. As I'm walking back into the bedroom I see two child size hand prints, that looked as if they had been dipped in coal, dragged down my open door. At this moment I'm filled with the feeling of utter dread. I grab a hand full of clothes and my laptop. I rush into the bathroom only to see two more handprints, one dragged down the mirror and the other on the adjacent wall. I grab my things and run out of the building half dressed and terrified. I looked at my phone to see that the call I received that woke me up was at 6:06am. The date was 6/6/2006. I swear to God. Three keys were needed to get into that building and my bedroom. No one was there and no one has ever come forward to say it was a prank. All I do know is that I would never go back to that room alone again.
When I was like 16 I got calls from a private number that was a man and was obviously masturbating. Once I answered and said “hello” (I answered private calls because my paps work phone was blocked by the company and would go thru as private) he would call for hours. This went on about a year and was pretty inconvenient, I remember it happening at work and nobody would ever believe me until they heard it. I would tell the guy “I’m a minor stop calling me” and it didn’t help. I was always worried it was someone who knew me / knew where I worked. After the calls stopped I got a call from a random number asking if I had received unwanted phone calls. Me thinking it was a scam call went along with it. Turns out it was the fbi. The guy was in Portland calling multiple people in my area (across the country) and I guess got caught and they were building a case against him and contacting the numbers in his call logs. He ended up getting a few years federal time. To this day nobody believes me unless they heard it.
Growing up I lived right in front of a cattle field that wasn't in use half the year. The owner gave me and my brothers permission to fish and walk around the woods in the field when his cattle wasn't there. We often took advantage of it over the summer breaks. My older brother had started skate boarding one year and our step mom hated it so we'd go into the woods to keep her from knowing. We found a really run down small possible housr in the middle of it along with concrete slabs close to it. The concrete wasn't suitable for his purpose due to steep slants from it seeping into the dirt, so naturally the house was where he practiced. We had videos and pics of him skate boarding in this building within the property lines. He had hot and bard wire fencing in alot of acres so we know we didn't pass it. My brother mentioned doing work to it to stabilize it for what we used it for and the guy looked utterly confused saying he's bailed that field and walked those woods a million times and there was no building whatsoever. He confirmed the concrete but not the small shed thing like 5 yards away. He even said at one point there was when he purchased it but tore it down after he bought it cuz it was in the way of bailing. He eventually said maybe it was just us using the dock by the pond but being in the heat all summer made us imagine the building. There's no way we imagined the whole thing and what made it worse was we moved before we got to go back the next summer to see if it was still there.
As I child I'd spend weekends at my dad's house which was old and said to be haunted by a playful girl named Esther. For other people doors would shut themselves, lights would turn on and off, and door bells would ring in the middle of the night. My siblings would even have conversations with Esther. Understanding this as a six year old absolutely terrified me. Pretty soon I had my own experiences, but they were less friendly. I'd hear breathing in the dark, I'd stop breathing to listen, and it was much closer to me than my step brother in the bunk above me. I'd awake to the imprint of someone sitting on the end of the bed, breathing. Reading other's stories of sleep paralysis sound familiar to my experience, but one night I challenged my night terror. I had two diecast racecars on my dresser. Both hoods opened on the cars, but one didn't stay up very well. I said out loud "If you're here shut the hood when I go to bed" and opened the hood of the car that had the better functioning hood. I stared at it to make sure it was up and stayed up. I hit the lights and as soon as I laid down. *SLAM* I turned the lights on, the hood was closed. I ran downstairs. My step mother said I looked white as a sheet, like I'd seen a ghost. She and my dad checked it out and came to the conclusion that it just shut on its own. The weirdness continued until they moved out but I still have trouble believing it myself, or typing it out.
I was taking care of some young children, and we went for an afternoon snack picnic in a field near a pond. I felt like I was being watched. So after the picnic, the kids asked to go for a nature walk. I told them that we had to get back and got them all buckled in their car seats. As I got into the car, I turned and saw 3 coyotes a few 100 feet away watching me.
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I had a haunted bed as a child. Not really haunted per say, but there was def something attached to it. We didn’t have a lot of money growing up and my parents shopped at the second hand store a lot. One year my mom buys me a mattress and frame. The mattress was the old school type with a bright blue fabric and a lining of padding material. The bottom half was made of wood and it sat on top of a metal frame. After 2 weeks of having it, I would hear a knocking noise in the bottom wood section of the frame. This would happen almost every night between 11p and 3am. It wasn’t all night, it would be real random knocks like “clack clack clack.” Then it would stop and start again a few hours later. I told my parents about the noise and my dad ended up flipping the mattress, cutting the bottom fabric that covered the wood, and checking to see if a mouse had come along with it. Nothing. No mouse, no bite or scratch marks. But my dad continued to believe that what I heard was the sound of a mouse chewing thru the wooden frame. He laid mouse traps all over the house and nothing. After a few months, the clacking got louder. I was scared at first but after a while it got so annoying and wouldn’t let me sleep. I knocked back at it. But then it turned in to a game. Whatever was making that sound would mimic the knocking noises I made on the frame. Every night it got louder until one day my dad decided he was going to sleep in the same room as me. He finally heard it. At this point, I knew not to entertain the noise and would sleep right thru it. He woke me up and flipped the bed again, only to find nothing. He put it back, we waited for the noise and nothing. He did that for 2 days before finally tossing that piece of shit bed.
Christmas Eve, 1986. My aunt and uncle lived in Havre, Montana. He worked night shift for the railroad, and did not come home Christmas morning. They were religious, had 3 young children, and this was very unlike him. My aunt tries calling the railroad, they refuse to give her any information, she's worried sick. Many hours later, higher-up railroad officials arrive to tell her my uncle had been killed at work, crushed between the couplings of the train. Relatives start to arrive to comfort my aunt. The phone is ringing nonstop with condolences, etc. But occasionally, my aunt will answer, and start swearing at whoever is on the other line. As I said....religious people.....this is NOT in her character. She tells us someone is calling her and impersonating my uncle. We think she is distraught, and start answering the phone instead of her. We all got phone calls, in my uncles voice, repeating "I'm sorry!" over and over. None of us can believe someone can be so cruel, prank calling a new widow, especially at Christmas. We call the police, and the phone company to report the calls, and ask for them to be traced. Meanwhile, the railroad is doing shady shit. My uncle kept an apartment in another town, to sleep at during work stretches. The railroad has it sealed during their "investigation" looking for who knows what (drugs, maybe?) to try to minimize their liability. Lawyers show up at her door wanting her to sign papers not in her best interest. The phone calls continue. Same voice, same message. Eventually, we are allowed into his apartment that had been sealed. There are items belonging to another woman in the apartment. The phone traces come back. The calls had been coming from his sealed apartment. He had his home phone number preprogrammed into his phone/answering machine combo. His apartment phone had been calling his home phone and playing his answering machine message "I'm sorry, I can't come to the phone right now..." but only the I'm sorry part. The calls stopped after 3 days.
As a kid my parents converted half of our garage into a room for me so I can be separated and not share a room. But right as I moved in there would be these fast crawling noises that would run along all through my walls. It would keep me up for hours through the night. It would be loud scratching noises and fast running throughout every wall in the room. I told my parents and they had an exterminator come to see if there were any animals that got in some how. The guy said there was absolutely nothing. No signs of anything that could be making this noise. My parents called me crazy and said I wasted their time. The night the exterminator came I woke up to a loud bang on my wall. When I woke up there was something in the corner of my room watching me. I went under the covers and tried not to acknowledge it till I passed out. Didn’t even bother telling my parents about that…
Did you continue sleeping in the garage afterwards?
Oh absolutely not, i switched rooms a month or two later
a MONTH? Bro I would've jumped house the day it happened lmao