From supernatural experiences and glitches in the matrix to eerie close calls and unsolved mysteries, these stories will make you question everything.
1. Not Cool
I had a music teacher who took his 4-year-old daughter to an old theater in Alaska. She started crying immediately when she walked in, so he took her outside and she stopped crying. He took her back in, she started crying again, so he took her outside again. He asked why she was crying, and she said: "That's where the people with no eyes watch you."
2. Oh Boy
I was doing Security at a hospital with an ER, ICU, surgical, the whole works and I got called to several paranormal calls. Most were psych cases or paranoid people that heard a strange noise. We never believed them—until one day. This time more than one nurse saw a guy on the camera who was on his death bed. He kept saying "I will not die in a hospital" earlier that day, literally pushing his curtain aside and walking out of his room toward the elevator.
A code was called and everyone immediately posted at their designated locations. Within seconds there were people watching the elevators and stairs and security started combing the area for the patient. As I reached the ICU floor I spoke with the Lead Nurse and she told me several of the nurses saw him leave. At that exact moment, monitors started going off. My jaw dropped. The guy never left. He was still in his bed. He code blue and died right then.
There were 3 witnesses on the report that say he got up and left and were serious enough to call a code which could cost them their jobs if they were wrong. The bosses wouldn't let us watch the video but the looks on their faces said it all. The bosses said the nurses did the right thing and some things just can't be explained.
3. Are Black-Eyed Children Real After All?
A kid with jet black eyes knocked on my door and asked to use my phone because he was lost. When I closed the door to contemplate on what to do, he disappeared in like two seconds. I lived on the second floor of my apartment too.
4. Photo Comes to Life
This is from a friend who used to work as a security guard. One night he's working to guard a mansion and at exactly 2:22 a door access alarm goes off from the gym room. He goes by protocol, calls 9-1-1 and lets the authorities deal with it. When two cops arrive, they go investigate the gym. When they come out they start yelling at my friend, saying how prank calls are a serious offense and he shouldn't waste their time. My friend was flabbergasted by this reaction and asks them what's wrong. Their answer was bone-chilling.
One of them said that an old lady in there calmly explained that it's her house and she'd been there for ages. But my friend knows that there's no one in that mansion. The owners left on a cruise for a month or so. They stop to stare at each other in silence and head inside the mansion. My friend swears to me it's true. They go inside and right at the entry hall, you can see a painting of the old lady. The cops turn white and leave. My friend confused by what happened just nopes out of there the moment he finished his shift. Apparently, that was the painting of the current owner's great-grandmother.
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5. Parallel History
I spent three weeks in a coma, but didn't realize it because I believed that the things I was imagining during that time were all really happening. To me, it seemed like many years had passed and I can still remember everything I believed that I did while in that coma. When I woke up to realize that all those years weren't real, I was very disoriented and confused.
I’ve been struggling to deal with reality ever since.
6. The Call Is Coming From Inside the House
Sheriff here. One evening about eight years ago it was pouring outside and we got a call from an elderly woman who said that she was hearing footsteps in her house. She thought there was a ghost inside because she regularly heard the sound of someone walking upstairs even though she lived alone. We went just to check it out and make sure that everything was okay.
She stayed on the line with the 9-1-1 operator because she was so frightened. About three minutes after she initially called in, she said that there was actually a man standing outside in her backyard, staring at her through her sliding glass door. Petrified, the woman froze in that spot and continued to stare directly at the man. For the next minute or two she said that he was just standing there, still as could be, staring at her. Eventually, the man slunk off, out of sight.
When we arrived, about 12 minutes after the call first came in, we went to the front door. I remained in the foyer with the woman and the other officer went to the backyard to see if the man was still hiding out or if there were any traces of him; I spoke with her for several minutes until the other officer returned. He said there was no trace of anyone having been in the backyard. We set off to do a quick sweep before we left to make sure the house was all clear. In her living room (the room that has the sliding glass door) we made a disturbing discovery. We found a trail of mud and footprints INSIDE the house.
I asked the woman if she had been outside at all that day or if anyone had been over to visit her. She said no, that she lived alone, and that no one had come by to visit. The woman was very old (probably around 85) and had very poor eyesight and was hard of hearing, as elderly people tend to be. The woman obviously had seen the man's reflection and mistakenly thought he was in front of her, on the other side of the glass, in her backyard. In reality, he had been standing only a few feet behind her in the same room while she had been talking to 9-1-1.
Nothing was stolen, broken, or out of place so we don't know what his intentions were. Who knows what would have happened had she not stayed on the line with the operator. I know it sounds like something out of a campfire story, but it was honestly one of the most unnerving and creepy experiences I have had while on duty.
7. Lurking in the Shadows
I worked in the kitchen of a frat house that was built in the early 1800s. On a couple of occasions, I had caught what appeared to be glimpses of a woman in colonial dress in the back corner of the stock room, but I just brushed it off. When the semester was almost over, I discovered that all five other employees had thought they’d seen her too.
8. Stay Out of the Woods
My now 11-year-old daughter had an "imaginary" friend when she was five. Her name was Elizabeth and according to my daughter, "She has dark hair but some of it is orange looking like it's dirty from Koolaid. She has a bloody and messed up leg and she limps because she was run over. Not run over by a car because it didn’t have an engine. She is darker than me like she has a tan."
As though that wasn't creepy enough, one day she asked if she could have a sleepover with Elizabeth. We say "sure" and then my five-year-old responds with an eerie gesture. She starts walking towards with woods with a backpack. I rush out to stop her, and remind her of our rules about not going into the woods alone. She's really upset because apparently "Elizabeth" lives in the woods, and that's where the sleepover was supposed to happen.
Then it got even creepier. A year after all this, the county finally decided to repave the nearby road. When speaking with the project manager, we found out that the road was actually the end of the Trail of Tears and that somewhere back here was the site of an ambush that resulted in the deaths of several children, and adults when they were crushed by rushing wagons.
9. It All Makes Sense Now
One night, I vividly dreamed that it was dark and raining, and that I was in the woods walking towards a campfire. There were three men around it whom I had never seen before. One was wearing a shirt and pants with huge white and black horizontal stripes like a prisoner might wear. I could not figure out why I was not scared in my dream.
Fast forward ten months later, we're hunting and camping. A friend brings along three of his friends that we had never met before. I have to go to the bathroom and my husband walks with me since it's dark. We start back and it starts to rain. We get to the clearing and there are his three friends around the fire, one wearing the outfit described above.
I wasn't afraid in my dream because my husband was behind me and I just couldn't see him.
No one believes me.
10. Jimmy Hacked Phone and I Don’t Care
I moved into a house that was almost 100 years old. After about a year of living there, I was sitting alone painting one day when Alexa blurts out "Yes, Diana. It is Jimmy's favorite song" and then proceeds to play Beethoven's 5th Symphony. Diana is the name of the lady who had previously owned the house and has been dead for about five years. Jimmy was her cello-playing husband who, after Diana died, moved into a senior assisted living community.
11. Ghostly Lullaby
My daughter Madison told me, at around age three, about "Kellum," the man with brown pants and a yellow shirt that played with her. I assumed it was an imaginary friend because... well that's what kids do. Then one day, she starts singing a song I'd never heard before. "Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer doooo. I'm half-crazy all for the love of youuuuu," then she'd mumble a few words and pick back up with "a bicycle built for twooo." I didn't know it then, but that was the beginning of the most inexplicable event of my life.
I assumed she'd heard it from her babysitter, but when I asked about it, the babysitter tells me she thought my husband and I taught her the song because she didn't know it either. So I asked my daughter where she'd heard the song and she tells me "Kellum taught it to me. He sings it to his baby." Eventually, Kellum faded away.
Fast forward to about five years ago, I'm telling the story to a coworker who recognized the song as an old tune called, "Bicycle Built for Two.” That prompted us to start looking on ancestry.com at my property address history. I start following rabbit holes and found out that in the 40s, a man named Callum Beasley owned the property next to ours. He was the father of five children, youngest died at age three. Her name was Madeline.
12. They Took My Baby
I was talking with my son when he was about four years old while he was playing with a Darth Vader toy in his mom's lap. Completely unprompted, he nonchalantly said "Stevie cold, Stevie cold," and then went back to playing with his Star Wars toys. I asked him what he said. He giggled and denied having said anything. My wife very clearly heard him say "Stevie cold" too.
I had never told him about my childhood best friend, Stevie, being killed in an avalanche ten years earlier.
13. New Life New Family
My seven-year-old told me that his old family died in a fire with him, and now he has a new family (ours). He told me the names of his siblings, what his parents looked like, what the house looked like, and when he died. He gave me so much detail. I wrote it all down as he talked and after he went to bed, I looked it up. Everything he said matched this one old news story.
Everything he said fit. This news story I had never even heard before, and it happened about a year and a half before he was ever conceived.
14. No Thank You
My mother and I are book collectors, and avid readers. One hardcover book in our collection was an encyclopedia about haunted places. The author had taken his own pictures and compared them to historical "paranormal" photos. This book was the bane of my childhood. It never stayed alphabetical, it would always move to the bookshelf facing the front door. At the time, I just ascribed it to family pranks. But it wasn't. Something much more terrifying was at play.
The pictures had a floating dot of light, that would not be in the same picture, I would have to read through the book to find it each time. Either I misremembered its location constantly, or I imagined it completely. After three months of not knowing, it ate at me until I committed the greatest sin in my eyes, I circled the floating light in the photo and checked it the next day.
The page was blemish free. At this point, I was terrified, so I took the book to school and left it under the floodlights on the cricket field after practice. I found it at home the next day. In its spot. Facing the front door. That Friday, I took it to school again and gave it to a girl I hated. She left the school the next week and moved away, I don't know why.
I have only seen it once after that, it was in an SPCA second-hand book sale 6 years later. I picked it up, my mother's name in the front, no circle in any of the pictures, and the floating light in the second to last picture. I put it down and left the shop.
15. Meet Me in the Meadow
I was about four. One night my mom woke up to the sound of our front door opening and closing. She grabs a knife and goes out to investigate. She sees me walking barefoot out toward the logging road. She runs outside and grabs me and asks me what I think I’m doing. I told her, “I have to go visit my friends.” My mom asked, “What?! What friends?”
And I said, “My new friend, they told me to meet them in the meadow.” I ended up explaining to my mom that my new friends can talk to me without being near me, that they don’t wear clothes, and they want to take me on a trip. Since this happened I have learned that there have been several cases of mutilated cattle over the years, and if you ask the right questions to the right people...loads of stories of lights in the sky and strange figures, and what have you.
My grandpa refused to ever talk about “the night.” All I know is the cattle were mutilated. My grandma cried if you brought it up, and my grandpa would not let anyone talk about it in his presence. Since then, I have seen some pretty strange stuff out at the farm, and I do remember needing to meet my friends in the meadow.
16. A Dream Come True
I had a dream and then the next day it became reality. Every little detail of it was the same, even the clothes my brother and I were wearing. I have no explanation for it…
17. An Unwanted Visitor
When I was 19, I worked a late shift and was a little paranoid. I would take different routes to and from work, “just in case.” One night, as I was driving to work, I swear I saw what appeared to be the stereotypical Death character: black hood, no face, scythe. It was just standing in a field, leaning on the scythe, and watching me go by. I freaked the heck out.
Once I got to work, I called my best friend and told him. That way, if I died, someone would know. Work went fine that night. I forgot all about it after a few nights. A week or so later, I was involved in a head-on collision that temporarily killed me. I woke up a week later with extra parts and a lot of physical damage. My best friend asked me what route I had taken home and I lost it because it was the route I had seen Death on before.
18. Window Shopping
When I was a kid, I used to wake up every night to headlights coming through my bedroom window. The lights would then stop and turn off, not as if a car drove by but as if they were turned off. Then the long shadows of a man, as if looking at me, would pass by and stop in front of my window. I would lay really still and pretend nothing was happening, every night for months. Eventually, I convinced myself it was my imagination, but I was so, so wrong.
Across the street lived my best friend, whose mom’s window faced my house. She told me years later that she had at one point refused to sleep in her room because every night, a man would park in her side yard and walk over to my yard. The long shadows were from the light in her yard. She eventually figured it was my dad just checking on us and never mentioned anything. It wasn’t my dad though, I asked him. So I thought I was just hallucinating for years, but apparently, I wasn’t...
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19. That’s Just Freaky
Paramedic/volunteer firemen, here. We got called when someone found a body that was non-responsive but had a weak pulse, so we rushed out there. These are usually overdoses or strokes, so time was important. I get there and when I come in I see four or five adults, all wearing their church clothes...even though is was two in the morning on a weekday.
I kneel down next to the body and feel the woman's wrist. It's cold as ice. My guess is they people surrounding her are wearing their clothes because they knew she was near death, and the minister was on the way for last rites or something. The paramedic with me asks if we should defibrillate her, I shake my head no. Her vitals are gone. There's nothing we can do for her.
Then, the woman's dog starts growling at me. I'm thinking he doesn't like me touching her so I ask the church people to get rid of the dog. Then he starts howling. Then just as suddenly, the dog stops. At the very moment the dog stops, a light blows out, and I nearly scream. The "dead" person sits up. She says "Make sure [victim's sister] gets out of her house" and slowly lays down.
My partner and I are freaked out, as I was CERTAIN that woman was gone. My partner starts going through, checking to see if I screwed up. Nope, she's still dead. We call in the coroner who confirms that lady had been dead for about an hour...a time period that included the moment that she sat up and warned her sister. Then things got even creepier.
A day or so later, I find out the church people called the lady's sister and told her to leave her home. She hadn't taken two steps out of her place when a tree fell on her cabin, totally destroying the bedroom in which she slept.
20. Night Of
My son was probably four at the time, he’s in the car with my mom and stepdad and starts talking about my stepdad’s father dying. Mind you, I didn’t know how he died, and my stepdad has never talked about. My son goes into full detail how he was driving through the mountains, and it was a really windy road, and it was slippery, and he went off the side of the mountain, and there was blood all over his face and car.
At the end of this in-depth explanation, he looks at my stepdad and goes “it must of have been really scary for him.” Well, my stepdad is super freaked out by it, because his dad did die in fact because he drove off the side of a mountain while it was raining.
21. Time Flies
My wife and I had a 2-hour drive back home from St. Louis. Shortly after leaving, we both look at the clock and realize that we are already an hour and a half into the trip and are almost home. Neither of us has any recollection of the past two hours whatsoever. We had only used enough gas to have gone a half hour and our GPS showed that we had been driving our normal route.
We still have absolutely no idea what happened and it still freaks me out to think about.
22. Retreat!!
My 3-year-old daughter was going through the monsters under her bed phase. It lasted for weeks, and it was really wearing on her mom and me. One night after mom tried to put her to bed, she tagged me in. After 30 minutes, I grew pretty frustrated. In a last ditch attempt, I promised my daughter that there weren't any monsters under her bed.
She replied, "I know. Now, they're behind you."
23. Eerie Phone Call
My uncle works for emergency dispatch in my town and he recently told my family of the weirdest call he's ever gotten. He says that he had received a call from a landline one night and when he answered it there was only static on the other end. This happened two more times. Finally, he calls a squad to go check out the address from the caller ID.
When the cops got there and walked into the house they immediately saw that there was a dead body. The person had been dead for five months. The craziest part about it was that there was no electricity or any other utility working. So there is no way they should have been able to get those calls into dispatch. But if they hadn't, who knows how long that person’s body would have stayed there.
24. “Not My Legs, Not My Legs!”
I was staying at my mates' a couple of weeks ago after a quiet night in. I was asleep in my friend's bed before she came home from work and I had this horrible night terror that some girl in a white dress was going to cut off my legs. My mate gets home and I apparently was just saying, “Not my legs, no, not my legs!” When she asked what I was on about, I sat up and said “No, that wasn't me, just go to sleep, don't worry.” Which I don't recall doing and have never done before during a night terror.
But that wasn't even the weirdest part. As soon as I got back to sleep, her flatmate let out a bloodcurdling scream and said she felt like her bottom half was being cut off and couldn't move. She said she had the weirdest pain in her legs the whole next day. Unbeknownst to us at the time, our friend had stayed alone in the flat for a week before everyone moved in and said she'd seen a little girl in white at the top of the stairs before she turned the light on. Which is great.
25. Frighteningly Accurate
My dad watched his mother die of a ruptured gallbladder when he was 12 and still remembers it vividly. My sister, one day, randomly gets up almost an hour after she's gone to bed and goes up to him. The conversation went like this:
Sister: Daddy, your mommy died in a red sweater, jeans, sneakers and with her hair in a ponytail, right? And her hair was blonde?
Dad: Drops book he's reading and stares, wide-eyed, and then says Yes...
Sister: What color were her eyes?
Dad: Blue... why?
Sister: Oh, she doesn't have them anymore, just empty sockets. I was curious.
And she goes right back to bed.
26. Ear Flicks in the Night Might Not be Bugs
My uncle was the sheriff of a small town in New Mexico. He was the most hardcore person in our family, super straight-laced, never really BS'ed and wasn't at all a joker. So when he told this story (backed up by my aunt) we all believed it without question.
A local reporter named Bob D. would always show up at any major police activity from the police scanner. Big car wrecks, fires, anything worth maybe reporting in the local paper. Everybody on the force knew Bob D., he was around at least once or twice a week at various police activities. Bob was a bit of a joker himself, he would mess with people by flicking behind their ears.
People would react to the flicks thinking it was a bug only to turn around and see it was Bob jerking them around. Everybody liked Bob. Unfortunately, Bob had bad lung cancer and died pretty suddenly. His wife buried him (against his wishes, he wanted to be cremated). For the next couple of weeks, after his funeral, people kept talking about "seeing Bob" at car wrecks, fires, all the same stuff he used to report on. There were 20-30 reports like this from civilians and members of the force. My uncle didn't buy it until one disturbing night.
That night he and my aunt showed up at our house, gun drawn, pale as paper. We asked him what the hell happened, and he had to sit down, take his breath, compose himself and start to outline what happened. He said that my aunt and he were sitting on the couch in their house watching TV. My uncle kept scratching at his ear, over and over. Finally, my aunt asked him what the problem was and he turned around just in time to see their bedroom door open. He immediately got full body chills.
Bob D. standing there in the doorway. Clear as day. My uncle jumped up, cussed or something, got my aunt's attention who turned to see him there too. As soon as they both made eye contact with him, Bob smiled, turned, walked across the living room and out their front door. Closed the door behind himself and was gone.
My uncle got control of himself and ran outside, gun drawn, looking for Bob, but he was gone. At that point, they ran over to our place. We went over there and didn't see anything but my aunt and uncle stayed at our place that night. At work the next day, all the guys on the force were giving my uncle lots of "we told you so." People around town said they saw Bob D. show up at police scenes for at least another 2-3 months. My dad saw him in our darkroom in our basement with a friend. He was flicking their ears in the dark.
During the third month, people that saw him kept saying he was looking worse and worse. My uncle saw him two more times, each time confirming he was looking more and more worn. My Dad had concluded that he was decomposing and his ghost was reflecting that process. Every time my ear itches, I get goosebumps.
27. An Unidentified Pen Pal
I’ve always wondered who exactly was my childhood pen pal. When I was about eight years old, I started getting little notes in the mail every week or two. They were all stamped and addressed to me, and they all contained little doodles and said very random things such as, “I like birthday cake, do you?” or “My favorite flowers are daisies, what are yours?” There was just one problem.
They were never signed and there was no return address. The handwriting didn't look like anyone in my family or any of my friends, and every person I asked denied it. Eventually, my parents got visibly uncomfortable with it and would start insisting on examining the letters before I opened them. Pretty soon after that, they stopped coming. It’s been nearly 20 years and I still get full body chills thinking about it.
28. There's a Man in the Laundry Room
My mother runs a sort of child care out of her home for three friends of hers who work and have young children. The oldest of these kids is nearing three years old. He's a very smart kid, and he's never been one to make things up or lie just for the sake of it. It was a few weeks ago however that he shouted loudly from the kitchen for my mother to come help him because there was a man in the (adjacent) laundry room staring at him.
My mother came into the room and saw nothing, but the kid was terrified and shaking. She reassured him that no one was there after having checked around for herself. The day went on and the kid kept mentioning the man in the laundry room. The next day when he was dropped off, his mother said that the man was all he talked about at home that night. A few hours passed and the boy was standing in the kitchen looking for his drink. My mom hears him shriek in terror, entering the room to find his eyes fixated on the same location as before, this time crying and telling her that the man was going to get him.
We're still not totally sure what he saw, but he certainly saw something. The room he was looking into was totally empty, and only recently has he felt comfortable being anywhere near that room. No one else was in the house apart from my mother and the three children she was keeping. He was though and still is very adamant that the man in the laundry room wanted to take him.
29. Revenge Is Best Served Cold
My father was a Boston cop, he told me about a memorable call back in the early '90s. He got a domestic call (cops hate those) where when he showed up, the man who called was waiting outside covered in blankets shivering to death... on a hot day in the middle of August. Apparently, he angered his woman and she responded by making a voodoo doll and chained & padlocked it in the freezer. The man wanted the cops to break the freezer open but they weren't going to destroy property over this so they sent him to the hospital. My father said this guy's teeth were chattering & his lips were turning blue when it was sunny & 80 ° out.
30. Imagine if Ghosts Could Read Minds
When I was in sixth grade I was on my computer late at night in my room when all of a sudden I got this overwhelming feeling that someone else was in my room. I had been playing Bubble Trouble and thought maybe it's one of my brothers trying to scare me so I looked over to the door and it was completely shut. There would have been no way for someone to open it without me hearing because it was an old door. I glanced around my room and no one was there so I continued playing but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
I was sitting in a chair with a high back that went over my head and all of a sudden I felt like someone was standing right behind me. I reluctantly turned around and saw nothing, looked under my chair, under my bed and, again, saw nothing.
I sat back down at my computer with a little bit of relief but then the feeling came back significantly stronger than before and I was instantly petrified. All of a sudden I felt a presence in my left ear and I heard and felt it say "go to bed." I ran right to my bed and hid under the covers and didn't tell anyone for a long time because I was afraid that ghosts could read minds and if I told then it would only upset the spirits even more.
What the "thing" said wasn't the scary thing, it was clearly hearing a voice that felt like it was right next to my ear. I have had a large number of experiences before and after that one, but none that were so clear and unexplainable/irrefutable in my mind.
31. Waking Nightmare
My son was two. He was in a pattern of waking us up at about 5:00 am every morning. One morning I took him downstairs and plopped him in front of the TV so I could try to go back to sleep for about 30 minutes on the couch (right by him). I woke up a few minutes later and he was standing in the foyer, pointing into the kitchen, laughing. He then said, "Mommy is floating in the kitchen."
I didn't think much of it...went back to sleep for a bit. About 30 minutes later his mom came downstairs having just woken up, saying she "had one of those weird dreams where she flew out of her body, went downstairs and found herself in the kitchen." Freekay.
32. Hospitals Are So Haunted
On my first nursing job, I would work in a hospital was only a few years old, but there were strange things happening. The TV would turn on in an empty room where a patient had just died. Doors would close without anyone pushing them. Things like that. But one day, things went from weird to downright terrifying.
Two of my coworkers had the bright idea of going to the creepy unit upstairs, turning on their camera phones, and asking aloud for the spirits to show themselves. I didn't join them since I was busy. But to their disappointment, nothing came of it and even the possessed TV did not turn on. But later, when they reviewed the video, they turned up the volume on their phone. They started to hear audible whispers. It was terrifying.
33. Invisible Battle
My dad spent his whole career as a cop and is the stereotypical straightforward bloke with it who has little time for anything you might label as paranormal. That said, he describes one event from about 20 years ago that he can't explain.
One late afternoon in autumn he was patrolling with a colleague in a small UK town when they were radioed and asked to check out reports of a fight on the rural outskirts of town. Apparently, sounds of an altercation had been heard coming from a field (of all places). Locals were concerned, but hadn't been able to give any more info. When they got to the field in question, my dad and his colleague hopped the fence and headed inwards, not immediately seeing or hearing anything. It was gloomy and a little misty at ground level, but apparently just about enough light was left in the day to see there wasn't obviously anyone about. Or so they thought.
Apparently they gave the field a sweep and were on their way back to the car when, as my Dad describes it, suddenly "everything went mental"—shouting, screaming, and the sounds of an almighty fight completely surrounded him, even though he stood in a field completely empty apart from his colleague. As my dad and his colleague look at each other in horror, the sounds suddenly stop. After another minute or two, they made their way back to the car and called-in to say nothing was going on.
When pushed, my dad admits it felt like he was in the middle of something significant. He would never describe this as paranormal himself, but to me, this always sounded like a "replay" type event people talk about, and subsequently learning about the civil war history of the specific area in question backs this up (for me at least).
34. Waving Goodbye
There was an old man who lived on the street I drove down every day to get to the highway. He sat on his front porch drinking his morning coffee and always waved at me when I drove by, so I always waved back. This went on for the better part of a decade. One day, I was telling my neighbor about how awesome this man’s waving made my mornings.
My neighbor says “Wait, what? That man has been dead for three years.” I never saw the guy again. Who was I waving at that whole time?
35. Mad Hatter
As a child, my brother would go to my grandma’s house and tell her about "the man in the hat." No one had any idea who he meant, but he claimed to have seen this character walking around the house. Years later, we find out that our cousins used to also tell their mom that they always saw a man in a hat walking around my grandma’s house.
36. Being Shadowed
When I was about 17, I was at my friend's very old apartment. There was an empty unit on the top floor that we used to hang out in and sneak onto the roof. One night, we were about to go up, but I had to pee so I told him I'd meet him up there. After I was done, I went up the stairs to the area that was connected to the roof. There were no lights and I only had the dim light of a phone screen to navigate the cluttered mess. As I made my way to the roof door, I saw a shadow pass by me.
This wasn't the shadow of something moving with the light of my phone, this shadow was solid, like a person. I followed the direction it went thinking it was my friend. I kept saying that I knew it was him and to stop playing around. It passed me a few more times before heading to the other side of the attic. That's when I heard my friend’s voice from downstairs. He had gotten a call from his girlfriend and had been in another room talking to her the whole time. I have no idea what that shadow figure was, but it really freaked me out. That was the last time my friend and I went up there.
37. Creature of Habit
I woke up to what appeared to be my deceased grandad standing by the door staring at me. It scared the daylights out of me. Suddenly, there was a flash and he was gone. He had been dead about 7 or 8 years at that point. I told my mom about this and she said he does that often.
38. Try Turning the Mirror Off and On Again
When I was young (maybe five or six) I was watching a movie alone in my parents room because there was no VCR in the living room. On the wall adjacent to the bed was my mother's large, old vanity. I remember seeing movement in the mirror, and assumed it was the cat in the room at the time. Again, I saw movement, so I stood up, and looked directly into the mirror. I remember seeing the strangest thing.
My reflection, and the reflection of the room, was completely off. Like, if I waved my hands in the air, the reflection would also wave it's hands but would be completely out of sync and different from mine. Always freaked me out of mirrors from then on.
39. I Would Survive in a Horror Movie
I used to work at a historic house as a “caretaker” which basically meant I cleaned it when no one else was there. A lot of the employees would talk about how the house was haunted, but I didn't believe in that stuff. Well, not until the day that changed everything.
On a stormy day, I went in to clean and, since I was there after closing hours, I was completely alone on the property. I finished my work in a few hours, and I went through the whole house twice (as always), going down a checklist of turning things off and locking things up. The last thing I did was turn off the electricity for the whole house.
So I turned it off, locked the door, and took one last walk around the perimeter of the house to make sure all the windows were shut. As I turned the corner, I thought I saw something move in the house, but I figured it was just the curtains. And then one of the lights inside the house turned on. I freaked out, because it either meant that someone was in the house and had been there the whole time, or that the house was extremely haunted.
I considered both things and ran, because I'm a small lady and if the place was getting robbed, I sure wasn't going to defend it. I went back to work a few days later (it hadn't been robbed and no disturbances had been picked up by the security cameras), I told one of the other staff about what happened, he said that it was a ghost... I still don't know what to think... I've tried to justify it by saying it was some freaky electrical thing because of the storm? But I'm glad I don't work there anymore, it was weird.
40. Picture Perfect
One foggy evening back in high school, my friend and I were walking through a field when we both looked up and saw a perfectly circular hole in one of the clouds above us. It was the only bit of sky we could see clearly and in the exact center of it was a full moon, as if being framed by this mysterious hole.
41. Nothing Is The Same Anymore
One day, my friend was hanging out in his house when he felt a sudden NEED to go outside and stand on his lawn. He claimed it was the strongest clearest feeling ever, and on doing so he experienced a sort of "wobble" like everything was just screwed up for moment. When the eerie feeling passed, he turned to go back inside. Now, while talking to me he got quite upset at this point and asked me not to think he’s crazy but he said the next thing he saw was his car parked in the street. It was the same model and registration but a different color.
He was so thrown at this, and then more so because then his wife came out to ask what he was doing, and he said he realized "She was in all appearances his wife, but somehow not his wife.” He said from that point on, she liked foods she had claimed to hate before, and sometimes brought up memories that he said had zero relation to things they had done in the past.
He said things like his route to work, was still the same but somehow different, he said there were buildings on the way that either he had missed in the six years he'd driven past them five days a week or had just "appeared" overnight. He even said some people he remembered from other departments in work had just vanished, and asking about them brought total incomprehension from other people.
He was a totally regular healthy guy, but he said he measured his life in relation to that afternoon. There were things that happened before the change, and everything afterward. He went to say he was now living his life with a feeling that about 15% of it had spontaneously changed that afternoon. We moved on and drifted apart since then (different jobs) but I've never really felt so sure about the permanence of "reality" ever since.
42. Making an Exit
Driving back home at night a couple of weeks ago, I passed a sign saying a certain town was coming up. This town is ten miles from my hometown and the sign said it was ten miles away. So I continue driving. I drive ten miles, don’t see the exit, look up—and see the same sign saying that the town is ten miles away. It was as if I hadn’t moved. I went past the same exit again too. No one believes me, but I know it happened.
43. Grandpa’s Haunted House
My mom tells me that when I was a really small child we would visit my grandfather's house and often spend the night. She says that once, in the middle of the night, she woke up and I wasn't in the bed (young enough to co-bed). She got up and I was standing in the living room with my hand in the air like I was holding someone's hand and I said something along the lines of "I can’t go with you because my mom didn't say I could." We didn't spend the night at my grandfather's house again for another decade.
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44. Fraternal ESP
When I was 10, my friend and I were playing video games in my room. My dad was on the phone and I heard him say, “Oh my god” in a very serious tone. I looked at my friend and said, “I think my brother died.” I don't know why I assumed that or even said it. We kept on playing video games, and about half an hour later my dad came in the room and told me that my brother had been killed.
I'll never know how I knew what happened. I don't remember hearing the conversation on the phone at all, just the “Oh my god” part. Perhaps I subconsciously overheard them talking and my dad said something about it, but I don't remember that. Even when I told my friend, I didn't believe it myself, it was just a feeling I had.
45. Open Door Policy
I'm the type of person who keeps my bedroom door closed and locked at all times, even if I'm home alone. About a year ago, it was 1 AM and I had decided to get a glass of water before going to bed. After coming back to my room, I swore that I closed and locked my door. After about 30 minutes of dozing in and out of sleep, I suddenly felt all the ambient noise completely dissipate and immediately got that "something feels off" feeling.
I got up and saw that my door was wide open. It scared the wits out of me, as I was home alone.
46. Thrown-Out Baby Shoes, Never Worn
My dad was renovating the kitchen in his house before they moved out. We were putting new cabinets in, when we took out the old cabinets (60-ish years old) behind the cabinet (inside the wall) we found.... A pair of white old timey children's shoes.
What did we do? We threw them right in the trash... I guess this pissed off the baby ghost or spirit or whatever it was cause ever since then we would hear knocks and children running throughout the house at odd hours of the night. And occasionally my baby sisters crib would be moved from my dad's room out into the hallway. We moved out a couple years ago and haven't been back.
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47. Cavemen
In my hometown, there was a hiking trail that people did not visit very frequently. I went with some friends when I was 19. We were crawling around exploring and found a cave that went pretty deep. We had never been in there before and had never even seen it. We pushed forward and decided to check it out even though we had no flashlights.
We stepped into the cave and it was freezing cold. Upon looking around, we noticed it was really clean inside the cave—as in it didn't have beer cans littered everywhere like all the other small caves did. While in there, we started to get a really eerie feeling and then began hearing strange sounds. Then we all felt a sensation like we were being touched, poked and pulled around.
We each assumed it must have been one of the others trying to mess with us, but any time we sparked up a lighter, we were all decently far apart. We decided to high-tail it out of there after only a few minutes, convinced it would be better to come back with flashlights. We came out to see that it was now dusk outside. When we entered, it was mid-day. Somehow, we had lost roughly three hours inside of this cave in what felt like just a couple of minutes. We tried going back with flashlights the next week, but have never been able to find this cave again...
48. This Isn’t Close Encounters...
I was in bed one night and for no reason at all I woke up... heard scratching going on above my head and then every single electronic in my room turned on at once... I'm talking TV, computer, monitors, Xbox, laptop...I summed the scratching up to mice...but I still can’t explain the second part...
49. What a Jerky Ghost
Navy Security Forces member here. I was on shift with a DoD police officer on the oldest Navy base we have in the States. We get a call about an alarm going off in a nearby office and it being midnight, we quickly get over there. When we get to the building there are lights on in the second story. We try all the doors and they are locked, try the windows-locked, look for any possible entry way and everything is sealed up tight. We call the building commander and they send a guy to come and turn off the alarm and let us look around to make sure all is well.
When he got there his first statement to us was, "alarm going off again? Man, I'm sick of that ghost messing up my days off." Apparently, everyone that works in that building has claimed there is a ghost that likes to move stuff around and cause the alarm to go and a check of the call log for the alarm activation showed that every time it went off, the building was locked up tight.
50. This Legit Sounds Like a B-Movie
Grandmother was a cop in Santa Maria in the late '70s till early '90s. Man calls in saying there is a 7-ft gray man at his door. She goes to check it out, the door is jammed. The man is screaming and she hears a loud buzz. She slams the door open and the buzz is gone and so is the man. There's blood everywhere. She calls for backup and runs around and calls his name. She hears what sounds like someone yelling, but someone is covering their mouth. She finds him tied up, piss everywhere.
Investigators say that he was in that room for at least four hours. Man lives alone in the middle of nowhere. Says he called the police five hours ago. Said that a cop was on their way. He reported seeing a 7-ft gray man with big eyes who did that to him. No footprints, no trace of any kind of invasion. My grandmother lost four hours somehow...The guy ended up killing himself a few years later, leaving a note behind. Warning my grandmother that "they" are after him...and thanking her for rescuing him. Stuff is completely crazy.
51. Where Did Nicholas Go?
When I was in elementary, I had a friend named Nicholas. The kid seemed lonely and others made fun of him for his weight. There were huge truck tires on our playground that were buried halfway in the ground. We'd go there and hide in them because some kid named Justin would throw rocks at us and call us a whole bunch of names.
Hiding in the tires, I remember him saying he had a secret he was going to tell me. He said to come back to the tire spot the next day during recess. So, the next day I was there and looked all around for him. A car pulled up next to the spot and his mom rolled down the window. She asked if I knew Nicholas and if I had seen him. I hadn't. Never saw him again at school and never found out what happened.
52. Peek-a-Boo Phantom
I am the oldest of six kids. One passed away as an infant. My two younger sisters and one of my younger brothers used to like to push their mattresses together on the floor downstairs on the weekends and watch movies/sleep. My youngest brother still slept in his crib upstairs as he was still to young to roam the house at night as we had two staircases leading to the basement that he could easily fall down.
One evening, as my sisters and brother were about to fall asleep watching a movie, my youngest brother appeared at the bottom of the stairs. It startled them awake and confused them as he should have been in his bedroom sleeping. They asked him what he was doing, he just smiled, then turned around and ran around the corner to the staircase.
My sister followed, but when she reached the bottom of the staircase he wasn't there. It wasn't possible, the kid had to climb stairs on all fours still and it took him minutes to climb them. Confused, my sister ran upstairs and asked my parents what my little brother was doing downstairs. They checked on him, and he was in bed sleeping. All three of my brothers and sisters cried hysterically that night because they knew what they saw and it didn't make sense. They still swear by it today.
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53. Seeing Double
About ten years ago (I was eight) I was visiting my dad at his house. My stepmother was in the kitchen and I was in the family room. We both saw my father, wearing a red flannel shirt and blue jeans, walk around the corner from the living room and start walking up the stairs. I followed him and called his name as he went up the stairs. He turned back and looked at me, got to the top of the stairs and went around the corner.
I called his name again, then from the living room my dad popped his head up over the couch and asked what I wanted. He had been asleep on the couch the entire time, yet both my stepmother and I CLEARLY saw him, wearing the clothes he had on the whole day and all, go from the living room up the stairs.
It was the strangest thing I've ever seen. Both my stepmother and I still remember it and talk about it to this day.
54. Speaking in Tongues Makes Everything Creepier
My dad is a police officer and he was called to an old castle-like house on the outskirts of town. The man who called was telling him about his daughter who was acting strangely. She was talking in a deep voice and speaking in swear words and high-level vocabulary (she was only 10 or so) and being all around creepy. My dad said,"I think you need an exorcist." And left that house immediately. He's been a police officer for 12 years and he says that was the most scared he's been and he's seen people who have blown their brains out with a shotgun and people decapitated by a train.
55. How Do You Figure?
I woke up in the middle of the night, having to pee really badly. From my position on the top bunk, I could see into the hallway. The bathroom was right across the hall from my bedroom door and also right in my line of vision. I was just starting to climb down to go to the bathroom when I saw, heard, and felt the footsteps of a man coming down the hallway and going into the bathroom.
I figured it must have been my dad, but thought it was strange because he and my mom had their own bathroom. Even stranger, he didn’t turn on the light or close the door. So after a while, I got annoyed because I really had to go, and I called out to him. No answer. Finally, I climb down and switch on the light. I find an empty bathroom.
I had definitely seen a figure, heard the footsteps, and felt the vibrations of a large man coming down the hallway and going in there. I was about ten when this happened, but I remember it vividly because it was the freakiest thing that has ever happened to me.
56. Ghost Car
Way late to the party but I'll add my story. I have only been a police officer for two years now. I would not say that I am a firm believer in ghosts but I have no explanation for what happened on this night.
This wasn't a call I was responding to but I was just driving around and observed a vehicle parked alone in the middle of a church parking lot. This was at night so I figured maybe some kids were doing whatever kids do right? So I pull up on the car from the side and see that no one is inside the vehicle. I then position my car behind it so I can run the plate. Maybe someone stole it and dumped it in the parking lot.
So I start to run the plate and I look at the car through the back window and I kid you not there was a person in the front seat looking at me through the rearview mirror. This is something you notice as a cop because when you do traffic stops you can tell how intently someone is really watching you inside your car and possibly if they are going to try something.
So I get an oh shoot moment of "I didn't see there were people inside the car" and drive up directly next to it to reassure what I saw. Anddddddd there was no one inside the car. Chills immediately ran down my back and I noped right out of there. The car was later gone don't know what happened. Don't exactly know what I saw. But I was pretty freaked out. Me and my partners use to sit at that church on quiet nights because it is tucked away and you can just relax. I have not sat there since.
57. Witchdoctors Are Real
Whilst working in remote Australia, we were forced to "move on" an elderly Aboriginal man because the other locals had accused him of witchcraft, and other things. We drove him to his township approximately one and half hours drive away. The other locals were terrified of him as he was rumored to be a witch doctor. We dropped him off and warned him not to return to town for three days. We turned the vehicle around and drove back to town, flying, probably 100mph+.
It took 45 minutes to drive back, upon our return, we find the SAME elderly Aboriginal sitting in the street. To this day neither of us can explain it, maybe the other locals had every right to be scared.
58. It Was a Warning
My uncle is a cop in a pretty sleepy town. He used to always go to the cemetery and take naps in his cruiser. He told me how, one night, he was awoken by a sound and it startled him. He looked out the window and saw a weird glow coming from about 30 yards away. He kept looking, thinking maybe his sleepy eyes were playing tricks on him but it remained.
He decided to go check it out and as soon as he got out of the car, the glow disappeared. He still walked towards the general vicinity, which was a group of gravestones, to investigate. He didn't see anything strange but just as he was about to walk back to his cruiser, he realized the gravestone he was standing in front of had his last name on it.
He said it completely freaked him out and he ran back to the car and locked his door. He admits it’s likely just a weird coincidence but he also said that was the last nap he ever took on duty.
59. This Works on so Many Levels
I had a call to a residence for a mental evaluation or a "5150." Anyways, I get there and speak to a 50-something-year-old woman, who states her 20-something-year-old son is under the influence of an unknown drug and kept repeating that he can't go in his bedroom because there was an old man hanging in his room. She stated she was too scared to go into his room and investigate it for herself, because he constantly brings over friends that are drug addicts, and is unsure if his claims were true or not.
I then go speak to the son, who is clearly under the influence of a stimulate. He goes on to tell me that he was told by a "spirit" to not enter the bedroom, because his father, dressed in his military "Class A" uniform was hanging in his bedroom. I check the room out and of course, there was no body hanging in the room. As I'm in the middle of explaining to the mother that there was no body in the bedroom, a veteran officer arrives on the scene to assist me.
He pulls me aside and stated earlier in his career he responded to this residence, and that same bedroom, he had to investigate a suicide by hanging of an older male subject. He didn't remember all the details, so I looked it up in our report management system in my patrol car and sure enough, the officer was correct. The subject who died was a WWII veteran and had dressed in his military uniform and hung himself.
In my mind, I always thought that when they purchased the home, possibly this incident was disclosed to them? However, I thought the mother would have mentioned it to me if it had been disclosed to her. She was genuinely concerned about her son and the allegations.
60. A Good Night’s Jog
I will always remember this and do not have an explanation for it. When I was about five years old, I remember waking up in the middle of the night and walking to the stairs. I remember closing my eyes for a second at the top of the stairs and when I opened them, I was at the bottom. I then ran upstairs, closed my eyes, and repeated the same process.
It happened at least four or five times until my parents yelled at me to go to bed because they could hear me running up the steps. It’s weird because I was WIDE AWAKE and do not have any history with sleepwalking. I still think about it and wonder how and why this happened.
61. I’m Sorry, What?
Worked as a police officer in a small town in rural Nebraska. Back in the '90s, I was patrolling through town in winter. We had several abandoned houses in town, but one seemed to have the attraction of copper thieves, so we were told to keep an eye on it. Drove by it around 7:00 pm, since it sat on a corner lot, I had a clear view of all four sides of the house. As I drove around the corner. Nothing looks out of the ordinary. But appearances can be deceiving...
About two hours later I drive by again and the back door is wide open. I know that the back door was not open when I drove by it earlier. Looking at the snow on the ground around the house, there were no footprints. So I think "What the hell?" Call dispatch, tell them I'm investigating an open door at that address and ask for a county sheriff to start my way. I walk to the open door, pull out my flashlight and shine it inside. The house has obviously been gutted for the most part. The plaster walls have been torn down, debris piles everywhere.
Since there were no footprints in the snow around the door other than mine, and with all the dust on the floor not showing any footprints, I chalk it up to the wind or maybe the door just opened on its own. I was about to secure the door when I heard a loud thump come from upstairs and what sounded like kids laughing. So I enter the house and yell out "Police department, come downstairs!" More of what sounds like kids playing. I tell dispatch that it sounds like there are kids in the house and start making my way through the kitchen into the living room where the stairs are. All the while cautiously checking the main floor.
Two more times I hear something upstairs, but since I've had no response, I start thinking maybe it's an animal. Still, I hear what I'd swear was kids laughing. I head upstairs and it all gets quiet. The upstairs is relatively small with a hallway at the top of the stairs that has one bedroom on the right, one straight ahead at the end of the hall, and a bedroom on the left. As I get to the top of the stairs, I hear a thump in the bedroom to the left. I carefully peek around the door and it's an empty room with a small pile of plaster and wood debris in the middle.
No kidding, sitting on top of the pile of debris was a page torn out of a child's book with a picture of a police officer on it. The hair stood up on the back of my neck, I got out of that room, quickly cleared the other rooms upstairs and got the fuck out of there. Told dispatch nobody was in the house, locked the back door, and never went back in there again.
62. What’s Your Favorite Scary Movie?
I am not a cop but three years ago our very elderly next door neighbor died suddenly in her house. They found her body five days later in the kitchen. Fast forward to last summer. I'm sitting in my house watching a movie and all of the sudden about eight police cars come out of nowhere sirens blaring lights on and most park by that empty house. Some park in my driveway so I went outside to see what was up.
A police officer went through the quick formalities and asked if I had seen anything strange in the past five minutes. I replied no and rather hesitantly asked what was going on. He said that the police department received a call from the house and when the operator picked up, the line went dead. I stayed at a friend's that night.
63. A Tele-Phony Claim
I got a very creepy phone call once. A distraught woman called me up one day demanding to know where her son was, saying he’s been missing for two weeks. I had no idea who she was and I certainly didn't know her son. She was calling from a state that I have never even visited. I asked her how she got my number and she said that she found it written on a piece of paper, along with my name, in her son's desk.
Needless to say, I was creeped out. I really didn't think that I could help her in any way, so I politely ended the conversation. I never heard from the woman again and even though I googled around for a missing kid in the area, I couldn't find anything.
64. Blast From the Past
My cousin and I both saw what appeared to be a woman in white floating in our grandparents’ living room. Grandma said that based on our description, it was probably her friend who died during WWII.
65. Oh Fantastic, Unidentified Screams
Called to a residence out in the boonies (this was in Wyoming, so the boonies are really the boonies) at about 11 PM about suspicious activity. When we get there, we are told by the family living there that there are VERY strange screams coming from a creek area about 1,000 feet out. And sure enough, waiting outside on the porch with them for about a minute, I hear it. It is very hard to describe what it sounded like. It was like a woman in very severe distress, but higher pitched, and each scream lasted for about 10-15 seconds, it never sounded like it was saying anything, it just sounded like a cry of sheer terror. And it repeated again.
We tell the family we are going to investigate, so we just walk down to the creek since it was nice out. We hear about two more screams, getting louder as we approach the creek. By now, we're both kind of freaked out, there are two possibilities: someone is getting murdered/maimed in the creek bed, or it's a wild animal. As we approach the creek bed, we hear no screams for about five minutes. We search around and find nothing, yelling at the top of our lungs for somebody to come towards if they are there.
Then, we hear the exact same scream behind us, exactly from where we came from. We get about halfway back to the house, and the scream comes so loudly it seems to be right next to us. We frantically shine our flashlights EVERYWHERE and find nothing, no eye glints of animals, no rustling of bushes, just silence. We trace our steps back, and the scream comes from around the creek again. This time, it lasted about 30 seconds and was much louder than before. Our retreat becomes a little more hastened.
By this time we were both scared shitless and verified with the family to call us again if they heard it. They never called again, and we got out of there. I still don't know what it was, as an avid outdoorsman, I KNOW no animal makes a cry like that, especially one that can move stealthily without being spotted by flashlights.
Something else that weirded me out was that it was completely silent while the screams were happening. During summer in Wyoming, there is always some type of ambient animal sounds, frogs croaking, crickets chirping, owls hooting, coyotes howling, etc, but there was nothing. Until we were leaving and the screams had stopped. It gives me the creeps just thinking about it still.
66. Basement Door
When I was very young, we lived in a house that had the usual "ghost" activity- hearing footsteps, hushed voices in the next room, etc. But the really cool thing was the basement door. It would open on its own, I'm not talking open an inch or two when you closed another door nearby, I mean it would swing fully open like someone was walking through it. My parents tried locking the door and it would still swing open on its own.
By the time I was learning to walk, my dad was concerned I would fall down the steps, so he went down into the basement and just said, to no one in particular, that he had a young daughter upstairs and could they please be careful with the door. Ever since then, the basement door would open, and then slowly shut on its own.
67. This Is the Start of a Horror Movie
I was driving and heard a little boy's voice whisper in my ear, “Faster.” And then suddenly, the accelerator on the car I was driving pressed itself to the floor. It terrifies me to this day, and there still isn't a logical reason for it to have happened. In the past, someone mentioned cruise control or maybe the radio was on. Nope. The vehicle didn't have cruise control and the radio wasn't on.
68. Shared Nightmares
My little brother said he had nightmares where people would look at him through the windows in his room, and that's not the creepy part. That room used to be my room when I was a little kid. When I slept there, I would have identical nightmares of people looking at me from the window and coming out of the walls. I thought it was just me, but maybe not.
69. Secret Admirer
This happened when I was 17. I was walking past the bus stop and there was a car there waiting. As soon as I got there, the man in the car rolled down his window, pulled up to me and said: "Hey, I know you! Let me give you ride!" He was literally the most ordinary looking guy ever, so I thought it was possible I knew him because I met a lot of people in my church. That's the only reason I engaged him.
I told him I didn't need a ride since I was close to home. He kept insisting that I get in his car. He said "Yeah, I know you, you're gonna go join a convent in January." I was weirded out by this because it was true, but I was growing more and more certain I didn't know him. So I asked him where we met and he said: " I met you in the grocery store, you were buying food for your Daddy."
I immediately started walking away and called my mom because I don't have a dad. He got really pissed off and drove away really fast. I never saw him again. I then vaguely start to remember meeting a creep at the grocery store a few months back who was looking at me strangely, but I would have never shared personal information with him so I have no idea how he knew anything about me.
He clearly had been watching/following me for some time and I never noticed. He knew where I was gonna be and waited for me there, and gathered personal information about me without me even slightly recognizing him. He was so desperately insistent upon getting me in his car as quickly as possible. I have no idea who he was, what he wanted from me or whether he's still out there.
700. Leave!
I was stationed in Seoul, South Korea several years ago. I was taking a shower in my room and when I got out, the word "leave" was written in small letters in the fog on the bathroom mirror. I didn't have a roommate because NCOs got their own private rooms. A little freaked out, I decided to do exactly that—leave. I went off post for some Korean BBQ and wandered the city a bit.
I came back a couple hours later to find the barracks evacuated and half burned to the ground. The fire was pinpointed to faulty electrical wiring that caught some insulation on fire inside the walls.
Something knew it was going to happen and to this day, whatever that something was, it didn't want me in the middle of it. I'd gladly thank who or whatever it is if they'd give me the chance but it's been years and I still have no idea.
71. Singing Spirits
I was with my sister, her husband, and their 2-year-old daughter. We were talking about loved ones that had recently passed—my father had died sometime recently. My brother-in-law went and grabbed a picture of his mother, who had died in a car crash when he was six, to show me. When my niece saw the picture though she started laughing.
We asked her what was so funny and she looked at us and said: "that's my special friend who sings to me." I still shiver a bit just thinking about it.
72. You Can Never Unread This One
About 2 years ago, I was around 24, I used to go into this gas station every morning before work to get coffee and cigarettes. I went in one morning, it was around 4 a.m. and I was the only customer there. The cashier was a young white male that I had seen several times before, but this gas station seemed to have a high turnover rate because it seemed like there would be a new employee I had never seen before working there at least once a week.
Anyway, I walked into the store and went straight to the left and fixed my coffee. After that, I walked around to the next aisle and grabbed a pack of gum and then went up to the cash register. I sat the coffee and the gum on the counter and the guy just stood there staring at me for like 10 seconds. It was really awkward and at first I couldn't think of anything to say. After like those 10 seconds I told him that I also needed a pack of cigarettes. Right after I finished speaking, he backed up a few feet. As he moved, I saw the most terrifying sight of my life. The man had his private part in his hand and it was pouring blood.
I freaked out and ran out of the store, I didn't know what to do to help him. I ran to my car and called the police and told them to send an ambulance. Like I said, I was freaked out and didn't know what to do and was hoping with an ambulance on the way he would be alright. I realized if I didn't hurry I was going to be late for work so I decided there wasn't anything else I could do so I left.
I went through the whole day hoping he was alright and wondering what else I could have done. Later that day when I got off I figured I would stop at the gas station and ask whoever was working there at the time if they knew how he was doing, but believe it or not, that gas station this happened at that morning, and that I had been going into every day for over a year wasn't even there.
Like there was nothing there on that side of the highway, just trees. I felt like something snapped in my mind and I still 2 years later feel like something isn't right with me. I went home and called my family and friends of mine and none of them remember a gas station ever being there. After that I never told anyone else or brought it up to anyone because I'm scared they will think I'm crazy. Nothing else weird has happened to me since then but I know I must be insane, I feel like my whole life is a lie.
73. Anyone Else See a Bizarre Faceless Entity in the 90s?
I'll never forget this. When I was a kid back in the 90s, I looked out my window and, as I was briefly peeking out, saw into my neighbor's master bedroom. Something was in there, but it wasn't my neighbor. The thing had no face and it retracted just as fast as it had popped out.
74. Trouble Down Under
My kid's Catholic school is over 100 years old. There is a basement under the gym that's used for storage. I was subbing once and, during recess, one of the kickballs rolled down the stairs. A little girl was standing at the top of the stairs yelling "Just throw it up to me." I went over and asked who she was talking to and she replied "That big man at the bottom of the stairs!"
I went down and there was nobody there. There was no other way in and hardly anyone ever even went down there. I asked some of the other kids if they have seen the man before and they said: "Yes, but Sister told us not to talk to him." I asked them to describe this "sister" and they described a nun. There haven't been nuns at the school in 40 years...
75. Oh Cool, So That Terrified Me
I was in my apartment and just playing some video games with my roommate. Our place is set up where our rooms are on opposite sides of the apartment. We are both in the same chat talking with a friend. Everything is normal until I hear a knock on my door. I said “come in” thinking it was my roommate. My roommate says on the chat “who are you talking too” I freak out and say “did you hear that knock,” he says he did. We are both freaking out.
Then maybe two seconds later a white figure comes literally right next to my face. It has no facial features and I flip out. I almost fell out of my chair and run to my roommate’s room. We are both freaking out now. He clearly heard the knock too. And it didn’t sound like someone dropped something above or below us. It sounded like a knock you hear when someone is trying to come in. I’m not sure what happened or what it was but by far the most scared I’ve ever been.
76. New Mummy
My little girl is three. We've always had creepy incidents, but a few weeks back things hit on a whole new level. She kept pointing near the bedroom window and talking about the boy with no eyes. She said he was crying because he wanted me to be his mum.
77. Reads Like a Freddy Krueger Nightmare
I used to work the night shift as security on a military base. When we get an alarm activation, we close the base, and go check the building, secure it, then find whoever set the alarm off. Well, one night I was on patrol with my alpha (partner) and we get called to respond to an alarm activation at the elementary school. So we go, secure the building, and call in that the building is all secure. No problem, keep patrolling. So about 15-20 minutes go by and we get another alarm activation. We get back out there and check and now there is a maintenance door open that leads into a boiler room. Nothing in it, we close it, lock it and get out.
Another 20 minutes and there's another alarm. We respond, all the doors are still locked and we can't get in, maintenance door is locked. Call in the all clear. This time my buddy and I sit on opposite sides of the school and watch to see if someone is coming and yanking the doors real hard to set the alarm off. We sit there and watch, nothing happens and right as we're about to leave, another alarm activation as we're sitting there. We inform the desk that we'd like the building manager on site to help us secure the interior and to let us in. (This is like now 3 am.)
Building custodian shows up and we start doing a walk through, checking all the classrooms and checking all the maintenance rooms and that's when we see one of the maintenance doors open with the lights on in the room. Now, this room is literally the size of a closet. We walk down there and look in, no one's in it and that door is locked when it closes. We look in there and we find a single footprint of a barefoot made of water (left foot as I recall) of a small child.
Freaked the living heck out of us because no one reported a missing child and the entire building was clear and still locked up. No one left, no one entered and we checked every inch of that darn place (literally a 3-hour deep sweep including ceiling tiles). Freaked the ever-loving heck out of us and to this day, my partner refuses to go into that school. Speaking of which, schools are really spooky when they're empty.
78. From Above
My little sister was about three years old and we were getting ready to go to our uncle's house for dinner. She was being really fussy and didn't want to get changed so my dad asks her, "Don't you want to go to uncle Dan's house?" She then responded, saying, "No, I don't like the man in the ceiling." We thought it was an odd thing to say, but didn't give much thought.
A few years later we were helping my uncle sell the house and it came out that someone had died by suicide in the attic back in the 90s.
79. Wormhole? Portal?
I was once driving a group of friends home from an away high school football game we all went to. I believe it was in November 2011. We were on I-35 headed south, listening to music, and having a conversation. I remember just south of OKC I looked at my radio to turn down the music, and when I looked back up we all looked around and said: “Where are we?”
Somehow we were heading East on I-240. The same song was playing from my radio and no time had seemed to pass as our conversation was ongoing. None of us remembered how we got there, and I couldn't have taken an off ramp because I had my cruise control set on 70. To this day, it still freaks me out to think about it. There were five of us in the car and not a single one of us knew how we got there. No bright lights, missing time, or anything else. We blinked and we were somewhere else.
80. It Can’t Always Be Electrical Issues
I worked the control room at a museum. Some of our facilities included a Civil-war era church and a former home for displaced war widows. A lot of it is circumstantial at best—older cameras, poorly installed sensors—but when you work the night shift, there are only four people on shift, and you consistently get different alarms that are only centered on those two buildings and static-y images of something... you start to wonder if it's just the equipment.
81. Mama’s Boy
When my oldest son was about 3 years old, he said: "Mommy, I like you better than my fake mommy." Naturally, I asked, "Who's your fake mommy?" He replied "You can't see her. She tucks me in after you do."
82. Calling From Beyond the Grave
My sister died in a car accident years ago. Shortly after it happened, I was at home for lunch on a work day when the phone rang. It was someone asking for my sister, and I felt a chill run down my spine. The thing was, everyone we knew was aware of her passing, so who could possibly be asking for her? The man on the other end of the line identified himself as "Tom." I explained the situation, and the call ended. But a couple of days later, I mentioned the call to my sister’s best friend. She went white as sheet, and her response chilled me to the bone.
She told me that "Tom" had also been killed in an auto accident weeks ago, so he couldn't have called.
83. Don’t Miss the Forest for the Trees
I get insomnia. It was one of those nights and I was sitting out on my back porch at about 4:00 AM, smoking a cigarette. It was one of those eerie nights where there is absolutely no breeze and it's just completely quiet out. We have woods behind our house and, as I was sitting there, I see this person making his way through the trees. I don’t mean just walking around. It looked like he was jumping from tree to tree, at least 30 or 40 feet up in the air.
I was absolutely terrified and just sat there dumbly, too afraid and confused to even get up and run inside the house. This person or thing then stops directly behind my house and looks at me. At this point, it's about 50 feet away and maybe 40 feet up in the air. It pauses for about five seconds staring in my direction.
I'm absolutely certain that it wasn't an animal. Its body was human-shaped and it did not resemble any type of animal I know of. But the way it was moving through the trees definitely was not human. No human could move like that. Within a few more seconds it was out of sight.
84. Don’t Lose Your Head
A couple years back, I was hiking in the middle of nowhere with some friends, and as we were walking back to camp because it got dark we noticed an honest-to-goodness guillotine off the trail a little bit. Walked a little faster after that.
85. The Man in Black
I used to work in a skilled nursing facility. I was usually assigned to the Alzheimer's ward. One night I'm in the linen room stocking my cart, and I heard someone shuffle up behind me, then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and there was no one else in the room. The door was still shut too. Another lady started to complain that a man was coming into her room at night (again, Alzheimer's so I didn't think much of it).
So to reassure her, I told her I'd check on her throughout the night. She complained of this man every single night for two more weeks when I asked her to describe him to me. "He's real handsome, and wears a black suit. Oh. He's right behind you now, honey." That freaked me the heck out. Of course, there was no one behind me. She died the next night in her sleep.
86. A Deal With the Devil
My dad served on the force for 25 years. Wasn't really a ghost story but I think it's worth telling. One night he gets a call from a woman who says her neighbor has made a pact with the devil. The woman calling is about 35 and a religious whacko. The neighbor who she called about is about 75 at the time. My dad went over and knocked on the door, and the old lady answers, all happy, nice place decorated the same way for the past 50 years.
She invites my dad in without even asking why he came, makes him some coffee, and asks how his day was. Naturally, at this point, my dad is wondering what the heck the call was about, but soon the horrible truth became clear. At some point, my dad realizes he isn't the only person she is talking to, and that she thinks her apartment is full of people.
My dad thanks her for the coffee and she tells him to come back any time. The whole time she was talking he was writing down the names of the people she was talking to and does some research on her when he gets back. Turns out she was talking to family members, who were all dead. She had a daughter, three sons, a brother and a husband. All dead, and she had no family and no friends. She hadn't spoken to another person in years, her groceries were delivered and she rarely left her apartment.
Over the next 19 years, my dad took care of her, my sister and I came over all the time and just sat and talked with her, she even taught me how to cook. Over the years she stabilized and stopped talking to her dead relatives, she just needed people to live with. She actually lived till she was 94 and died in the guest room of my parent’s house since it had become harder to take care of her from a distance as she got closer to the end. She was like a grandma to us.
87. Corroborated
I was 16 years old with my first girlfriend; we'll call her Megan. So I'm having this dream where I'm the "Walter White" of a big drug operation. Megan is heavily against drugs so naturally, I didn't tell her. One night in my room, I look out the window and she's there mortified, watching me while holding up a bag of drugs "that I made."
I panicked the heck out and just shot her. Now the weird part is a few days go by, and out of the blue, she wants to talk to me. She tells me about a dream she had, which happened to be my exact dream from her POV. I was stunned. I still haven't told her my side to this day.
88. That Wood Happen
My bestie and I were sleeping over at her grandma’s house and enjoying the newly renovated attic. It was just two 15-year-olds painting nails, watching DVDs, and talking about the hottest gossip at school. It was already 3 AM when we decided to get some sleep. A couple minutes later, we sat bolt upright. We heard scratching followed by a big bang coming from the other room.
One of the paintings was lying on the floor almost four and a half yards away from where it was supposed to be. It wasn’t as if the screw broke, so then it fell off. Nope. It was a solid four and half yards away from that wall. The holes in the wall looked like something grabbed that painting and pulled it straight out, ripping the drywall out around it. I’m still getting goosebumps remembering it.
89. Horror Unmasked
I used to live in a rented house that, along with my neighbors, sat across the street from a fairly bustling city park. At night, when the park was deserted, I would walk out my front door, sit on my porch and look at the trees and the stars. One night, around 1 AM, I opened the front door and started to sit down. That's when I saw a man standing in the deserted park.
He was directly in front of my house. The man was dressed all in black and was wearing a Halloween skull mask. The mask seemed fairly intricate, but was most definitely a store-bought cheapo. The sight of this guy sent a chill down my spine. He didn't move at all—although I know he saw me. The entire neighborhood was silent and still and we just paused there holding our ground.
We watched each other for a long time until he finally sauntered away. I ended up calling the cops because I figured this guy was casing the neighborhood. Cops came, took my statement. Nothing ever came of it. A couple of months later, I'm doing some yard work around the side of my house. I'm pulling a huge tangle of weeds out from a thicket underneath my kitchen window.
I see something that looks like trash and pick it up: it's the mask I saw that night.
90. Time for Recess!
On one floor of the hospital, there is a room where different patients often complain of hearing noisy children playing between 1-4 am. This room is on the far end of the unit away from the nurses' station and next to only one other room. The TV is always off at the time. My hospital does not have a pediatric section and visiting hours are over at 2100.
91. Get Out Of My House
I came home late one night and immediately sensed that something was off. I looked around and was terrified to find a strange man on the couch in the dark. I figured it was probably one of my roommate’s friends—I was so wrong. Ignoring the man as best I could, I went to bed. I was awoken at 4am to a soft drumming on my door.
It got louder and louder until it sounded like someone was frantically clawing on the wood. I texted my roommate and said her friend was freaking me out, and all she texted back was “What friend?” I called the cops, and by that time he was frantically pounding on the door, trying to break through. The guy ended up seeing the cops coming and ran out of there before they could catch him. We never saw him again, but we never felt safe in that apartment again, either.
92. Post-Secondary Disappearance
A little over 10 years ago, a HS senior in my town went missing, they've never found him. Apparently, he was at a party just before graduation, got into a fight with his girlfriend, and left to walk home. They've extensively checked all the nearby woods, dredged the rivers and lakes, it even caught the attention of some TV "psychic." They found his car, abandoned, but no other sign of him.
The creepiest part is how everyone in my hometown still talks about it; My psych teacher in high school used his disappearance as an example when we discussed dissociative fugue states; the town is still plastered in MISSING signs; every year they go out and search again. I always wonder if it was suicide, an accident, foul play, or if he just took off across the country.
93. I’m Sorry, What?
I'm a former paramedic. One day, my team responded to a report of a man down on the side of the railroad tracks near an old embankment. When we arrive, we saw that the man had no signs of life. When we tried to revive him, he flat lined on the EKG, with fixed and dilated pupils. He had no visible signs of trauma and the body wasn't cold yet so he hasn't been gone too long. We search the area and find a makeshift tent/campsite where the guy apparently was living and find no medications or anything out the ordinary.
We are not too far from an area that everyone believes is haunted and is a site for satanic worship. Even though all of us on the scene knew about the rumors none of us had actually seen it or had proof. It's dark and we were all waiting around for the funeral home to show up and bring the body to the morgue for an autopsy. Then the freaky stuff started.
A few of us heard what sounded like people whispering but it wasn't from any specific direction. Then the whispering stopped and the people on scene that hadn't heard the whispering started hearing what they all described as children laughing wickedly, but it was all over, not from any specific direction. Those of us that had heard the whispering never heard the new noise. This went on for about 10-15 minutes while we're standing next to the corpse. Officers on the scene told their dispatcher to tell the funeral home to step it up and get out there ASAP.
The next afternoon, we went to the morgue to speak with the coroner and find out the cause of death. The coroner's first question was utterly disturbing. He calmly asked us was why did we clean the body? Me and my partner looked at him kinda strange and asked what he was talking about. He said it must have been a very bloody scene, so we told him there was no blood anywhere around the scene.
He turned pale and said that just added to the confusion, because the body had absolutely no blood in it whatsoever. And there were no marks anywhere on him where blood could have been drained out. He also said he had a weird experience while doing the autopsy but refused to tell us what happened. To this day we have still never learned the actual cause of death, or been able to explain the whispering and evil laughing.
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94. Speaking To Yourself
I showed up at work one night and my boss was shocked to see me—he said I’d just called in sick. Little did I know, that was just the start of a terrifying nightmare I still can’t explain. When I called home, I expected my wife to pick up, but instead, the voice on the other end...was my own.
I said in almost a scream, "Where is Ann?" He said, "Ann's in bed. Who is this?" I dropped the phone and told my boss I had to get home, and took off towards the door. I could hear him pick up the phone behind me and say "Hello?" and then start to scream. I peeled into the driveway and ran up to my front door, but I never could’ve prepared for what I saw.
My wife was sitting watching TV and was shocked at me being home. I asked her who was there and she said no one has been here. After a rather long talk with my wife, I went to call the prison to tell them what was going on, but the phone was dead. I went back to work and when I came in Dave was acting weird and asked me "How on earth are you doing this?"
He told me that when I left, he picked up the phone and the person on the other end sounded like me. He kinda freaked out and hung up the phone. A minute later as he could see my car leaving the parking lot, I had called back from home and asked what was going on. He said that I was a bit irate and said I was sick and did not feel like playing these games and was telling him to stop prank calling me and hung up.
After convincing him I had no idea what was going on we went back to work. Later, I find out that the phone line for my area had been knocked down the night before by the storm. This is absolutely the strangest thing that has ever happened to me.
