People Reveal The Creepiest Moment They've Ever Experienced In Life


I never want to relive this moment!!

There are just some things we'll never be able to unsee, or times in life that we will never be able to fully shake off. Those jaw dropping, shudder inducing experiences change us and haunt us to the end. Our cores are scarred and often we think we'll just forget but your therapist will tell you.... our bodies never forgets. The chills that tingle the spine, the smell that reminds you, the sound that wakes you in the night, all aspects of the PTSD from those moments we witness something that scares us to the bone.

Redditor u/Whitetail-Hoyt wanted to hear some stories about those times that leave us shooketh to the core by asking.... People of Reddit, what has been the creepiest moment of your life so far?



I was in a house party, and I saw a dude go into a basement of the house (which was more a separate room) and for some whatever reason, I decided to follow him. When I went into the basement, there was nobody there. Not that I didn't see him, it's that there was nowhere else to leave the basement other than the doorway, and there was nowhere to hide. He was just gone. No one in that room. Awesomecookies1


My dad took me, my little brother, and my little sister camping by a lake once when I was maybe 12.

At one point we went to the lake to go fishing and my dad just sat there in the car for a long time not letting us out. He was just quiet the whole time and it just freaked me out.

My parents had broken up recently and my mom told me later in life my dad confessed to having almost driven us into the lake on a visit weekend. I'd known something was wrong but I get chills thinking about that.

My relationship with him is not great overall. I have really mixed feelings, part of me will always love him because he's my dad. But I don't talk to him often and haven't seen him for years and don't really plan to change that. He's an alcoholic and narcissistic and manipulative, but at the same time a very sad man so sometimes I feel pity for him. I sort of wish him the best from afar but prefer not to interact if I can help it. tarotfeathers


In high school, my friend and I got out of school early one day and went to her house. Both her parents were still at work. We walked in and heard a loud bang in one of the back bedrooms. Thinking more along the lines of "scary ghost" than "robber," we ran out of the house freaked out and then laughing hysterically.

When we finally went back in to investigate, we found her brothers room in shambles.

Her house had been robbed and we walked in during the middle of it. They took a gaming system, a ton of video games, CDs and some jewelry from her parents bedroom.

Although I didn't realize it then, we were lucky - especially with how naive we were in the moment. bananasplit1486


Last year I was awakened by my closet door slowly ccrreeaakkiinngg open, followed by the disembodied voice of a young child singing inside in the dark.

Turns out my cat had somehow clawed the door open (out of sight from my bed), strolled in and walked in top of the kids' Doc McStuffins toy that they'd left on my closet floor, so Doc was talking. It was hilarious once I pieced it all together, but in those first terrifying moments I was actually prepared to battle evil. MrsTurtlebones



It was like 2 am, I took my clothes off and went to sleep. A minute later something hit me at my head. It was one of my socks. When I take them off I throw them in a corner of my room, so someone threw it back at me.

But there was no one in my room, was alone 100%. May not sound so scary, but it was for me!

  • No, there were no fans in the room.
  • No wardrobes or similar around my bed. Alisamix


When I was 11, my mom had died under unknown circumstances. That's what I was told by my aunt, and I was always too scared to push the subject, so I just accepted that truth. It was in 7th or 8th grade where I was home alone, as my dad had taken the dogs to go hunting that weekend, and I was at the family computer watching funny videos and laughing, when suddenly, all I could smell was my mother's perfume.

I froze, and I asked if she was there, kind of hoping for a response. Then the smell was gone after about 10 seconds.

My dad and I keep my mom's old belongings, including her perfume, in the bottom drawer of my dad's dresser. I ran to check to see if it was still there, and sure enough it was.



It was around three AM, and I woke up because of my cat doing a kind of low-bellied meow, like the kind they do when they're posed with a threat. (A fox or another cat or something). I looked where she was looking, and at the edge of my bed was a little boy, just staring sideways at the wall. I thought it was my little brother, it looked so real. I sat up really quickly, asking my brother's name. The boy turned to look at me, and my cat started hissing in his direction. Her hair stood up and everything.

I was so scared, I thought I was gonna throw up. I have a light switch right next to my bed, and I turned it on. Then, the boy disappeared. I guess it could have been a dream, but I didn't fall asleep again for the rest of that night, and the fact that my cat was freaking out makes me think it may have been real. After the boy disappeared, my cat kept staring at the spot he had been with her fur up for a good few minutes.

Idk what happened bc I really don't think that ghosts are real :/. My cat hasn't slept with me in my room since, though, which is rly the biggest downside lol. einsamella


A guy in a big panel van followed me around a dark parking lot asking me to come talk to him. NOPE. In my car, doors locked, calling 911. Lyon0922


2011. On my way from Pensacola to San Diego. Stopped in a very small town in New Mexico to fill up and get something to eat. Walked up to the door of a fast food joint where an old man was getting ready to enter, so I opened the door for him. He was genuinely surprise, saying that that never happens around there, but he said thanks. I go up to order and the cashier is just staring at me, so I look around. I notice that the other workers have stopped working and were staring at me (and smiling).

Then I looked around and EVER SINGLE PERSON in that restaurant was just staring at me. I got my food, and wanted to eat there to take a break from driving. I got half way through my burger, looked up, and everyone is STILL staring at me. Couldn't finish the burger, trashed it, and left. I just chock it up to them probably thinking I was someone else. But it was still creepy as hell. BadlyAaron


This only happened this Christmas. Went downstairs in the middle of the night for a drink. Completely normal behavior. Then as I put the tap on two table mats fell from the kitchen table. Ok no biggie, creeped me out a bit but must be some explanation. Then as I walked out the kitchen a singing Santa toy we had set up turned on and started singing merry Christmas before my dog got up and started growling. I pooped my pants and just noped the hell out of there. Adamsappleonline


I received a voice mail in which a heavily accented caller said, "I'm going to kill you. I'm going to f**king kill you. I'm going to slash your throat. I will kill you. I'm coming for you, and I will kill you. I'm going to kill you." This went on for about 3 minutes. Not screaming, just slow, deliberate, methodical, determined.

So I called him back.

After a few rings, that same voice answered: "Who is this?"

"I'm the guy you just called, saying you wanted to kill me. Wondering if I could get some more details."

There was a very, very long pause.

"Um. It was the wrong number. Sorry." Click.

Never heard from him again, and still alive. TO4ever


When I was 18 I moved into an apartment on the ground floor of an apartment complex on the edge of town in a semi-wooded area. The first weekend I was there, my 2 roommates were out of town. Around midnight I took a shower and as I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed after my shower I noticed the cat sitting on the edge of my bed staring at the window with those crazy eyes cat's get when they're freaked out. I peaked out the window but because the lights were on inside I couldn't see anything. I went back to brushing my teeth etc. I look back at the cat... same thing... crazy eyes staring at the window.

So I turn off the water and suddenly I hear movement in the grave outside the window. Initially I assumed it was just a critter of some sort but as I listened I realized it kind of sounded like footsteps. So I turned off all the lights and peaked out through the blinds just in time to see a man step out of view of the window. It was like he noticed me lift up one of the blinds and stepped to the side of the window. I stood there in silence for a few minutes and then he reappeared, saw that I was still looking out the window and moved again. The area outside was gravel so I could hear as he walked around to my other bedroom window to peak in. For about 30 seconds I stood there terrified because I knew he was there and it seemed like he knew that I knew he was there and that didn't bother him.

Suddenly I just got filled with rage and I grabbed my baseball bat and flung open the front door and shouted something along the lines of "Alright motherf**ker, I've had enough of your s**t." Then I heard him run off. I assume he was a peeping Tom/predator who was hoping to see a college girl getting out of the shower or something and didn't realize until that moment at the end that I was really a 6foot dude with a baseball bat. mejok



I work at a thrift store, and there are a lot of homeless people who come in for help, and we are partnered with a homeless outreach program, so I was pretty used to being around the homeless

There was a man who would come in every so often, and then eventually everyday, conveniently the same days I would work. My coworkers told me he was homeless and had severe brain damage. When I first met him, he tried showing me his display of knives, I mean this guy wore cargo pants and had a knife for every pocket type of thing.

One day after work, as I'm walking towards the parking lot to get into my truck, I see him in the parking lot in his truck. (Keep in mind, at this point in I had my headphones on). I noticed there were some donations still left outside so decided to head over and clear them out before I left.

As I'm about to pickup the donations, the man grabs me from behind and puts me in a full Nelson. At this point, my headphones fall out as I notice it's him, I start telling him over and over to let me go. As he finally lets me go, he just smiles at me and winks as he says "I finally got ya."

Weeks later he's seen on local news for grooming children. Creepiest crap ever. mike_who_cheese_wet


I remember waking up in the middle of the night to the sounds of television playing when I was 9. In the dark room, the TV light illuminated my pathway to the living room. I saw my dad on the couch slouched watching TV so I ran up to him to hug him. I then went back to bed.

Next morning, I ask my dad why he stayed up watching TV at the breakfast table. He said, "I was asleep all night with mom."

To this day, I don't know who that person was/is. Nebulaandpie


Having an escaped asylum patient come knocking on my door at 9pm at night mere moments after I had re-entered my home.

LONG story short, she was arrested, and I now only go outside at night if I have a knife or some type of defense tool, because she had been following me through the tree line to have been able to get to my door mere seconds after I had closed it. The fact that I had not noticed her still creeps me out. Sarcasticat98



A guy wanted to go camping with me and my boyfriend. At first we were okay with it, he seemed nice but became very pushy somehow and told us that we weren't allowed to take our own car and we would go somewhere really private. I have travelled a lot in previous years and met a lot of people and no one gave me alarm bells ringing in my head like this guy did. We never went, something came up with work thank God. Lotjebeauelle


In middle school our "leader" was this creepy priest. Luckily my family wasn't religious so I never interacted with the dude, but he was our substitute teacher one day and was an epic fool. The creepy part was he gave us a quiz on himself, and would get irate if we didn't know every minuscule fact about his life. I still remember he asked about his favorite sport. Excited, he would run through town in pink spandex I blurted out "running." No, I was wrong, because my classmate interrupted and said Basketball. The priest told him he was always a good boy, and gave him a ton of compliments. Yea, he was later fired.


I was at my dad's work office one night because my internet went down, and i had to work downloading stuff, so he gave me his key and went there. Around 2 am, I was waiting for the file to render when suddenly, I heard loud bangs coming from the door. It was like someone was slamming the door real hard, which would be impossible since there was a metal grill you had to open to get to it, and it made a loud noise when it opens. The slamming wasn't stopping and it was getting louder. I slowly got to the door, put the the metal bar on the door and noped to the desk. Eventually stopped, but then it moved to the windows, which are on the second floor and with nothing bellow. I was awake until 3:33 am, when it stopped.

Since then, I never go alone there at night again. pafloy



When I was 11 I was in my room hanging posters up on my wall. I was standing on a very wobbly chair and suddenly I felt the chair slip away and I fell backwards.

At that moment I felt two hands in my back that pushed me back up.

So I turned around and said: "mom?," but my mom wasn't in my room. So I ran downstairs in tears and I cried for 4 hours straight and couldn't sleep for a few weeks. daniellegugg


I work at a McDonalds in Missouri so no shortage of weird people. one day a middle age man with a quiet voice, dark brown khakis pulled up high and greased up combover came up to the counter. He talked in a hushed but calm tone that screamed sociopath, so much so that just his presence and his voice just rattled you to the core. He bought 3 happy meals and went silently into the play place. He left with a kid and we immediately called the cops. The whole experience just freaked me the hell out. syke_wulf


Let me provide some background information. In early middle school, my biological dad would smoke cigarettes a LOT. We had to keep our garage door slightly open during the day so it didn't smell when we went outside.

In late elementary, my mother was took Mondays off for 2 months. My biological father (who has a 70 year age difference with me) was also at home (as he doesn't have work). I want to school that day actually having a good time. I walked home to see a hand with mildly dark skin with a red liquid under the slightly opened garage door. There were tons of ants around him, and it looked awful.

As an ambulance was on its way, my mom was using a kitchen utensil to get blood out of his mouth. His eye was cut severely, and there was blood EVERYWHERE.

So here were the three things that contributed to his survival that day. • My mother took a break on that Monday. • The garage door was slightly open. • My mom returned home from doing some paperwork before I walked home. If she stayed home, she wouldn't have realized he was about to die.

If you were to take out a line from a triangle, it is no longer a triangle. It's just 2 lines.

Apparently, my dad was outside in the garage and fell (cutting his eye). I visited him in the hospital and his left eye wasn't functioning, HALF of his face was all swollen, and it was absolutely terrifying.



I had this weird thing happen to my vision after high school soccer practice once, it was like what u see when u stand up to fast but moving around my eyes, and I had no idea what it was, neither did any of my family members but I wasn't in pain so I decided to just ignore it. Later that night I wake up and swear to god I saw a demon crawling across the floor to my bed, and right before I sh!t myself I remembered the thing in my vision and realized I was just seeing things in the dark, but I still don't think I got anymore sleep that night.



When I was very young (4~5 ish), my bed faced the window in my room. One night, I forgot to close the blinds before going to bed. In the middle of the night, I woke up and saw the very distinct silhouette of a large man in the backyard. Every time I reopened my eyes after blinking, he was closer to my window. When he was almost to my window, I squeezed my eyes shut for some time. When I opened them, he was gone. I think about this sometimes, and I'm still not sure if that was real or something my young brain made up, but regardless, my bed no longer faces the window, and i never forget to close my blinds anymore. Could have been sleep paralysis I suppose, but I have never seen anything that realistic in my few definite experiences with sleep paralysis before.

Considering other things that have gone on in my neighborhood, it is possible I really did see someone. Though I live in a relatively safe area, I have had drug dealers as neighbors in the past. Once, some dude got chased through my front yard by the police and possibly dropped some drugs (he stopped to look for something on the ground, then kept running).

I try not to think about it too much, and have never experienced any other strange figures in my yard at night. I now have a very loud, large, and protective dog who wouldn't let it happen again.



I was in my early 20s and was working in an Irish pub in a northern city in England. Finished work around 1 in the morning and was standing outside the pub waiting for my then boyfriend (now husband) to pick me up. While I'm waiting, a big black Merc Benz pulls up a little ways past me and sits there for a sec. Now I'm dressed in a slightly higher than knee length black skirt and white shirt (so from a distance I could've looked like a young hooker standing on a street corner).... plus I looked way younger than 20s....

Anyway, so I do a half turn to try to get back into the pub, which was now locked..... Then all at once three men jump out, one from the front passenger side and two from the back and start making their way towards me pretty damn fast, so I start banging on the pub door (cleaning crew were still there) right then my boyfriend pulls round the corner, lights flashing (he always did this to let me know it was him) and pulls up beside me. The guys from the car stop dead as I then get into my car.

Scared the sh!t out of me. Pretty sure I'd have been at the bottom of a canal by now in a bin bag if my boyfriend hadn't had arrived when he did. From then on I always waited inside the pub



Two memorable creepy incidents.

One. I lived in a crime-infested part of India and I'd heard my uncle and dad talk about child kidnapping and whatnot and paid no attention to it because why would I. I was out cycling with a friend on the streets, and I would've been 9 or 10 years old at that time. In the middle of nowhere, a man stopped us, and asked us questions about where we're from, and where we were going. My friend Tushar started crying, and I took a deep breath and told him my dad was in the air force and my uncle was in the army. This was not strictly true, they'd both once been in Armed Forces, but were now retired.
The guy stroked my head, and presumably thought that it wouldn't be worth the trouble, and told us to leave the area and not come here again. I do think that day I escaped narrowly.

Two. On my way back home on my motorbike with my girlfriend, an SUV abruptly swerved in our way and sent us crashing to the tarmac. I was dazed, and in shock. I had a spine injury, and my knee and elbow were torn to pieces. My girlfriend was in better shape, I'd grabbed her as we fell, but her knee was busted too. The guys in the SUV were very helpful, and offered to help us, and helped me up and offered to take my girlfriend to the doctor while I called help for the bike. It seemed like a good idea at the time, and just as they were putting her into the SUV, a lady in a small hatchback pulled up and yelled out "Hey are you okay kid?"

She didn't like the idea of these guys putting a woman alone in an SUV, and she offered to help us. She put us both in our car and took us to get medical help. I didn't think much of it, until a month later, when I saw that a group of people had been nabbed for murder in the same area where we'd crashed. Their MO? They would target couples on motorbikes on isolated roads, put the girl in the car to offer medical help, leaving the guy stranded with a damaged motorbike.

The picture in the news was of the exact same SUV.

Whoever that brave lady was, who stopped to help us, I hope this reaches her.

Date: 2013, January/Feb.

Area: Sector 62, Noida.



Not conventionally creepy - but having my ex fiance admit to me in great detail how he would buy, kill, and mutilate rats and other small animals and how when I tried to leave him (1 of many times) and was talking to his ex he choked his cat until his eyes bled. The cat died from internal bleeding in the bladder a few months after that while I was, sadly, still with him.



When I was about 14, I was riding my bike alone on a Saturday and this car started following me. I was legitimately scared I might get kidnapped for a few minutes but luckily it was just your run-of-the-mill pervert.

I actually said, "Go f--- yourself," but then I realized technically he already was. So I just stood there for a few seconds, making awkward eye contact, really more embarrassed by the irony of my statement than the situation. He drove away and I filed a police report. He got caught eventually after doing it a few more times.

I guess even back then things didn't really surprise me. I've been flashed since like that, and I think internalizing it and feeling awkward must just be part of the experience.



I have dozens of paranormal stories but I'll stick with an actual human story.

When I was 16 or 17 I was working at a chain sit down restaurant. I was a hostess so I spent a lot of time chatting with guests who came in while they wanted for a table or even after I've seated them. A couple of guys come in and one is with a girl and I assume they're a couple. This other guy is third wheeling. They're nice enough. I seat them and do my normal chit chat. I leave their table and go back to the front. Every time I pass their table while seating other guests the third wheel speaks to me or asks for something- barbecue, butter, etc., and I oblige.

When they leave they stop and talk and on their way. 10-15 minutes later the third wheel comes back in and finds me to talk. At this point I'm finishing up some side work so I can clock out and head home- it's close to 10 so dark outside. He tries to give me a tip which I decline because at this point he's making me uncomfortable and my boyfriend (now husband) comes in and sees the exchange. He notices I'm uncomfortable and steps in. The guy leaves after throwing a few insults toward my husband.

Husband orders some take out and heads back over to his job. As soon as my husband walks out the front doors the phone rings. Another hostess answers and whoever it is asks for me. I answer... guy from before. I tell him I'm not interested and hang up. I go and finish up my side work and clock out. He calls back. Other hostess hangs up on him. He calls back again and again and again for a solid. For the hour I finished up all my side work and sat people he called consistently. I finally finish up, clock out and ask a manager to walk me out to my car because I'm uncomfortable.

He's sitting outside in his car a few spots from the front door. So thankful I had a manager walk me out. I make it home (half hour drive) and another hostess messages me letting me know he's still calling and asking for my last name, where I live, my cell phone number where I go to school, etc... they don't give him any information. This psycho finds me on Facebook! He sends me a message saying that we're meant to be together and we're soul mates. He says that I'm made for him and need to be with him. Some psycho sh!t.

He consistently came into the restaurant after this and I would go to the back if he came in. I ended up quitting and changing jobs for unrelated reasons but man, I'm positive that guy would've shoved me into his car given the chance.



I have a few stories, but this is probably the strangest experience I've had that I can't come up with a logical conclusion for.

So the four people in question are my big brother "Matt," my little brother "Ryan," my husband "Ben," and me "Alice."

On a trip to St. Thomas, we stopped at a local pharmacy because our taxi driver told us they sold shrooms there (they did not...) The pharmacy in question was very small - maybe 500sqft - with a couple aisles (that are short enough to see over) and an open pharmacy area next to the only cash register. The front was made up completely of windows, and the shop was in the middle of a half-circle plaza - everything could be seen clearly outside, and there was no where to immediately turn/hide. There was only one door to enter/exit from.

Of this group, I was the only one who had previous interest in supernatural phenomena such as r/dimensionaljumpingor doppelgangers. I've talked to Ben about these things, but he has never taken it seriously. (Sometimes he might joke that we must have slipped dimensions when we remember a conversation differently, but that's it). Ryan and Matt had never heard of either of those things before, and are classic skeptics regarding anything of that nature. I, myself, have never experienced anything to this degree.

All that said, here's what went down: Ryan, Ben, and I walk into this pharmacy and wait by the counter. Matt says he's going to wait outside, because he's nervous about asking the pharmacists for shrooms. After no more than a minute or so, all three of us see Matt outside the window (about 10 feet away). He's knocking frantically on the glass, dramatically waving his arms in a "what the hell are you doing??" type of way, and anxiously waving us toward him as though we needed to leave urgently. We're confused, but I offer to see what he wants and exit the store.

Despite seeing him peripherally standing outside the windows and waving his arms the entire time, I walk out the (only) door and find that he's suddenly not there. No one is outside the shop or the neighboring shops at all. I yell out "Matt? Matt??" a few times, but no response. My little sister "Diana" and her boyfriend "John" come out of another shop and walk toward me. I ask if they've seen Matt, but they haven't. I don't leave the front of the shop at all during this time.

I decide that he must have been impatient and ran off somewhere (ignoring how impossibly fast he would have had to be running), so I went back into the pharmacy. As I walk in, I am baffled to find Matt walking towards Ryan and Ben.

I walk up to him and ask, "What the hell did you need??" (Also ignoring the fact that there was no way he could have come inside without passing me). Matt looks at me quizzically, and asks me what I'm talking about.

Ryan, Ben, and I spend the next couple minutes explaining what happened... but Matt insists that he was inside with us the entire time and scoffs when we remind him that he said he was too nervous to come in.

At this point, we're all suspicious of each other pulling some sort of stupid prank, but no one buckles. Matt, in particular, loves messing with people but can not keep a straight face to save his life - not to mention, he loves the "gotcha!" moment and his pranks never go on more than a couple minutes. And as we talked/thought about it, we all realized that we simply could not explain how Matt could have disappeared and snuck inside so quickly.

We also considered the fact that it might have been someone else at the window (though we were the only ones in the shop), but the possibility of another 6ft tall flamboyant gay man with a pompadour in purple short-shorts, a bright blue tank top, and a gold backpack waving directly at us seemed really very slim. All three of us saw him and identified him as Matt without question.

This happened a couple years ago now. I still find myself hoping other-Matt is doing okay in whatever dimension he's in. Typing this in retrospect, I wonder now if the reason the pharmacists didn't sell us shrooms is because they probably heard our whole weird conversation and thought we were already f*cked up...



So this story happened last year.

So I came home from school, while nobody was home. I opened the door and headed upstairs. It felt a bit creepy as I began to walk down the hallway. I stop by my sister's room and the door I stood there. I began to hear someone breathing. I probably stood there for 10 seconds before grabbing my dog and run outside. I then call my mother, who was probably shopping.

She tells me to go to my grandfather's house. I go there, he comes out then we head back to my house. We go in and he grabs a butter knife. He then searches the whole house, nobody was there beside us two. So in conclusion, either two things happened. Someone broke into our house, and escaped when I left. Or I was just being paranoid and heard my own breathing...

Probably option two.



Some psycho pressed himself against my open window in the middle of the night and took a long deep inhale. My blinds were closed and my bf at the time was asleep. After i tried to wake him the guy was gone. It was nuts dude. Cops couldn't find the guy. I've since moved a few times and really enjoy window locks and the like now.



My dad had a shed in the back where he hung out by himself, when my parents got divorced we cleared out all the junk. There was a lot of weird stuff but we found some women's underwear with holes in the front for his family jewels. I was only 15 or so, and I was with my mom. Not gonna lie, we both laughed pretty hard about it. Looking back I still think it was funny, but it traumatized me on some level. I was so young and didn't understand human sexuality fully yet, I still don't.



This happened recently,

BACKGROUND I'm only 16 and my friend (15) decided it was a good idea to go and take a night walk at 3am and then just walk to school at 7am,

We packed some breakfast and left the house at around 3:10am. I live in a very bad area of my city and as soon as we left the house I already was on edge, we we're walking for about 10ish minutes and we walked under a bridge ( it's a train bridge with a river underneath) and onto the trail, we were walking for another 30ish minutes and I had assmued we were already 4 miles from my house ( idk why I assumed this I'm stupid) and said that we should go a bit further and that it was only 3:40ish

We started walking further and didn't realize this but there was someone walking behind us, we realized it when we heard someone cough behind us, I nearly jumped out of my skin, ( I'm 5'10 and pretty well built and my friend is the same but with more muscle) my friend turned around pointing his flashlight on this pale skinny what Appears to be white dude with a black hoodie on, once I turn around my friends already yelling at the guy to go away.

I tell him that we will kick his butt if he doesn't leave. Bad idea, the dude just looked at me and started walking closer, my friend eventually said f--- it when he was about 10 feet from me and charged the dude tackling him, I held the flashlight on them so my friend can see and the guy couldn't, once my friend was done he got off of the dude who looked to be unconscious ( I don't know if he was or if he was just so badly beaten he couldn't move) but my friend just said that we shouldn't wait to find out and we ran back the way we came.

TWO DAYS LATER I was looking online for news in my city ( there were protests in my highschool ) and wanted info on them) when I saw this article about a group of people who were kidnaping adults and children and harvesting organs. I called my friend and told him how lucky we were that he coughed.

Not gonna lie that tops the time I opened my closet and found a robber ( was just my uncle who was on drugs)



My daughter is a year and a half. She has some speech capabilities, and some ability to mimic actions. That being said she, like most little kids, is afraid of strangers.

I put her in bed with me most nights because it's easier to get her to sleep, and one night after she's finally settled down and stopped wiggling around she sits up. Just, sat straight up and started looking into a dark corner of the room where our dresser is. She sat there for a minute and then just started waving. Hello, hello. Hi, hey, hello. Waving and waving and saying hello at like 11pm. Then she plopped back down and passed back out. She woke up screaming like 5 times that night.

Another one was when my mom bought me a little bouncing sling kinda bed to lay my daughter in with stars and hanging stuff to kick for when she was a baby, and it played music. But she got it from a garage sale for like 4$ so it was older than I was. Tried to tell her repeatedly I didn't want it but she bought it for me anyway, and she makes you feel guilty if you throw her yard sale garbage away so I kept it.

Couldn't get it to work for the life of me so her husband who fixed and built computers for a living came over and looked at it and said the whole motherboard was totally shot. Rusted, oxidized, sun damaged whatever, and that it was not going to light up no matter what. Fast forward to like, 2 or 3 am and I wake up to horrible carnival music. I look around and it's that stupid chair bouncer thing all lit up, playing hot cross buns, but like, a quarter tempo and off key and I just noped right outta there. I picked it up, marched it down the road and threw it at the end of the driveway. Big no thank you.



I was a funeral arranger for a few years. The 3 other arrangers and I took turns locking up the mortuary at night when we closed. The last thing to do is set the alarm. It would only turn on if all the doors were closed and no motion was detected by any of the motion sensors which are labeled by location. So I'm up front, I've already turned off all of the lights and i put in the code to arm the system.

The light flashes that it can't turn on and the screen reads motion detected back hallway. This is the hallway from the preparation/embalming room to the chapel. I know I'm supposed to be there alone, and there's no way in hell I'm going back there in the dark to check it out! After a 30 second wait you are allowed to try to arm it again. The second time nothing was detected and it turned on. I ran out the front door and all the way to my motorcycle!



My family used to live on a ranch and we visited a lot as my grandparents and tia lived there. The part of the ranch my family lived on had their house and had this grassy area on the side where there were clotheslines where my grandma dried her clothes. My grandma kept her clothespins in this little sack thing that hung from one of the poles.

Anyway my mom and I were leaving pretty late one night when I noticed that this sack was violently swinging as if it was extremely windy except that it was a hot summer night and there was not even a slight breeze let enough wind blowing for it to be swinging the way it was. It really freaked my mom out and we quickly dipped. A lot of weird things have happened with my entire family, especially at that house on the ranch. probably because my grandma did brujeria in that house but I'm sure it's fine.



I went to a metal concert with a buddy last summer. It was an awesome show, a few of my favorite bands and some nice surprises. Towards the end, there was a bit of commotion in the rear of the crowd. This was right as the song ended, and I went to the back to get some water and wind down.

The commotion I missed is some guy assaulted a woman in the crowd. Now, despite what you might think about metal or its listeners, this universally a super sh!tty thing to do. Everyone is there to have a fun safe time, and anyone intentionally trying to hurt another person is swiftly evicted.

So the girl is freaking out, screaming and crying (to the point I think she might have a serious injury, but I didn't get close enough to take a look), and one of her friends in comforting her. The guy that messed with her is pinned against the wall of the annex (between the entrance and where the show is) and 4 big guys.

Security comes and kicks the dude out, he's more or less physically okay, but he already has a black eye and his lip is split.

I go out on the balcony for some air and the guy is on the phone about 50 feet away from the entrance. Security is standing out there and yelling at him to keep walking, but he won't move and I guess it wasn't technically the venue's property so they couldn't do anything.

Anyway, the way he's talking and moving disturbed me. I couldn't make out much of what he said, but it sounded like he was rallying some backup for a rematch with the staff and/or the people who were beating him up for being a piece of shit. I decided to just be safe and get out of there. Security was aware of what he was trying and I heard one on their walkie talkies to call the police to make the guy leave.

I had to find my friend in the middle of a huge pulsing crowd and we left, although the show wasn't over. We walked right past where the guy was, but he was gone. As far as I know nothing of note happened at the venue, thank goodness. The whole thing was so surreal.



I am scientifically minded. I don't have an opinion of the supernatural so take away from this what you will.

I stayed at the Lizzie Borden Bed and Breakfast. The house where the murders took place. I knew the history, but not that it was haunted. The manager takes you on a tour. You hear all the stories. The house has been renovated back to what it mostly would have looked like. There is a library on people's opinions and theories of the murders.

People stay there for various reasons, the macabre, ghost hunting, even investigators and LEOs trying to solve the murder for giggles.

My mother and I stayed in the parent's bedroom. The one conversion done was the stepmothers dressing room was a one off bedroom. (instead of being a massive walk in closet, it branched off the bedroom). That B&B leaves a bat in every room for freaked out guests. There were a couple of guys from Indiana down the hall so that is what made me nervous and I stayed up late with the bat reading the guest book that is left in every room.

As I drifted off to sleep, I thought a cat jumped on the bed. Anyone who has owned a cat knows that sensation. I opened my eyes, saw nothing, and then figured that I must have thought I was at home a moment.

The next morning you get a breakfast of what the family ate before the parents were killed.The father was a known miser and there is a theory that the moldy broth he forced them to eat caused psychosis that caused Lizzie to perform the killings.

Then you get real food. I am not a morning person, so I was hugging my cup of coffee. Funeral homes are relatively new concept. In those days, people laid out relatives in their homes (rich people anyways) so you eat where the parents were laid out.

The night manager asked if anyone saw anything.The brothers from Indiana gave a disappointed no. Then my mother says:

"Nothing happened. Just a weird incidence when I was falling asleep and thought a cat jumped on the bed. I must have forgotten where I was and thought I was at home."

Well this got my attention.

The night manager then tells us: This happens frequently.Even to people who have never owned a cat. What most people don't know about the murders is that the step-mother's cat was found beheaded in the basement the day before the murders.



When I was younger, I had a flip phone. A few months later once I started school, I started getting calls saying "I see you" and "I know where you live". I started seeing weird people in hoodies walking along the street and looking at my house. It turns out that my friend from school got my number from some other friends and the people in hoodies were just random people. It was just a false alarm but still, I remember someone in a black hoodie watching me.



Kinda creepy, kinda makes me want to cry, but still strange nonetheless.

Ok so about 2 years ago my grandfather passed away. It devastated my family. We were all so close so for something like this to happen destroyed us.

A few weeks after my family held a party at my house. My entire family and a few of my friends came. All the adults were in another room talking and me and my friends were playing. Until someone comes up to us and says that all the adults are crying hysterically in the other room so they left. I already had a vague idea of why, our family had not at all yet recovered from my grandfathers death, so I thought it had to do with that. Well, partially.

There's this little piano play thing me and my brother used to play with. It was this thing you would roll out on the floor and step on the keys to make music. I have very fond memory's of it. It was stored in the room the adults were in, and someone took it out. They started playing with it, and it started playing a song. (with every key you stepped on, it would play a note of a song, so it didn't matter what keys you pressed) But it wasn't just any song, it was my grandfathers favorite song.

Here's the thing though, that thing only plays one song. It's some old timey song. It never played that song. Ever. Even the next day me and my little cousin pulled it out and tried it ourselves, and it didn't play that song.

He played it for his grieving daughters, I know it. He was there, and nothing can convince me otherwise.


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