True fans of horror rarely need to turn on the lights or cover their eyes while watching something terrifying on their screens. But it’s something else when eerie, uneasy, and downright spine-chilling situations happen in real life. Then, the first and most reasonable thing we want to do is look for comfort by telling someone about it.
But if you think living through a spooky experience is bad enough, it’s even worse when those you decide to share it with look at you with suspicious eyes. Reddit user chrome-hearttagz decided to find out how many such poor souls are out there. They asked people to open up about the scariest thing that ever happened to them yet no one believed.
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Below, we collected a handful of answers from Redditors whose friends and family insisted they’re either lying or just imagining things. Bored Panda was also interested to learn more about what kind of impact unpredictable situations or life-threatening incidents have on our lives and how to best react to them, so we reached out to trauma specialist and therapist Shari Botwin.
“Life is full of surprises and change can happen at any moment. Most of us like to be in control of our destiny and the future, but that is impossible. Accepting that unfortunate things can happen at any time reduces our anxiety and allows us to be more in the moment.” Read on for the whole interview!
I always put my keys in the exact same spot after I get home from work; no matter what, they always go in the dish in my living room. One day last August I had been home from work for a few hours and was cooking dinner when the thought of “where are your keys” for stuck in my head. I looked around the corner, sure I was going to see my keys in the dish, but there were no keys. I looked around the surrounding area and expanded my search to my purse, jacket, bedroom only to turn up empty. I drove home from work and let myself in with my keys, I was home alone and my roommates had been out of town for a few days at that point, so I knew I had them and I knew no one would have moved them. I flipped my house upside down, searching for about 4 hours before I half heartedly shook my heaviest winter coat hanging in the back of my closet… I found them zipped up in the inside pocket of that coat I hadn’t worn since mid-February at the latest.
Everyone always brushes off the story as I must have moved them and forgot about it, but that makes no sense to me. I have absolutely no clue how they got there and I really only have 4 possible explanations: paranormal activity, glitch in the matrix, I blacked out and moved them for whatever reason, or there was someone in my house and that was the only thing they did.
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I was playing outside by myself and a truck kept driving down the streets.I got uncomfortable and started to walk home,they followed,I stopped,they stopped,I ran,they drove faster.I started sprinting home and when I came near other people they turned around and drove away.When I arrived home I told my mom and dad.No body believed me.It’s been 5 years and I’m still shocked
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Shari Botwin, LCSW and author of Thriving After Trauma: Stories of Living and Healing, explained to Bored Panda that when unfortunate things occur, trying to control what happens next will result in higher levels of anger, anxiety, and disconnection from the lives we are living in the present. “Focusing on the things we can control alleviates some of the fear. Change is a part of life. It is in acknowledging this fact that we can live a healthier, less stressful life from day to day,” she said.
When asked how these unpredictable situations or accidents impact us, Botwin told us they leave us feeling flustered, hypervigilant, panic-stricken, and stressed. “From the moment something scary happens, our lives have changed forever. I have met clients who got in terrible car accidents and then avoided driving for weeks. I have met other clients who lost a family member or loved one suddenly. For months and sometimes years to follow, these clients have developed severe depression, panic disorder and have become addicted to a variety of substances,” she revealed.
There was one moment that will stick with me forever that I get mixed reactions to when I tell the story.
Let me start with adding some context: I was 20 at the time, and was helping my girlfriend move from Alabama to Los Angeles. Because she had all her belongings and her car, we decided to drive. At that time, she had a suspended license so I was the one who was forced to drive the whole way. Because I didn’t want to get any speeding tickets, I brought my radar detector from home to take with us on the drive.
Now it was the second day of our trip, and we had recently crossed into New Mexico. At the time it was already well past sunset, so most of my drive that day was spent on the I10 at night. Because I was the only driver, I made the decision to stop every couple of hours at rest stops to use the restroom, stretch, or eat.
I remember stopping that night really late at around 11 or 12 at a rest stop in Gage NM. From what I remember, the rest stop was really the only thing off the exit, and there was nothing as far as a town or homes in the area for miles. The only thing there was a small area with many identical concrete structures covering picnic tables. They were like concrete boxes, three sided, with window cut-outs and a light in the middle. As we were pulling in, the radar detector started going haywire, showing codes for multiple different bands including X, KA, and Laser, all at once.
I turned the radar detector off, not really thinking much of it at the time, and pulled into a picnic area near the back. From what i remembered, I was going to eat a snack or something to tide me over, and as i was grabbing the food from the middle row, i heard a low rumble/squeak, as it someone was rubbing their palm along the side of the car. As I was grabbing some items from a bag in my lap, my girlfriend at the time grabbed my arm with the most intense grip and fear and just started saying “we gotta go, we gotta go” with increasing panic.
I’ll never forget what I saw tbh. In her side mirror, there was a large, rough sillouette leaning against the car just past the back door. Even from a glance, I could tell that the figure had to be much taller than the SUV, as it looked a bit hunched over. Seeing this, I immediately started to panic, as I was not sure if this was a person, animal, or whatever. As I was fumbling for the keys in the cup holder, I glanced in my side mirror and say the same exact figure, motionless against the side of the car. A few seconds later I started the car and punched it out of there. Where our car was parked, there was nothing visible from the light coming from the picnic awning.
I’m not a huge believer in paranormal stuff, but this was an experience that I would 100% call my only real paranormal encounter. The size of whatever it was was definitely not human, and although it was somewhat human, the amount of hair it had on its head made it hard to tell what it actually looked like. A friend that I met later in college from New Mexico who had lived on a reservation once suggested that it could have been a wendigo, or some other native fork lore beast. I still don’t know at all what it was for sure, but I still occasionally have nightmares about that night.
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I live alone and (at the time) had 2 cats. I have one of those galaxy projection lights. The kind that basically projects something onto your ceiling.
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It has an IR or bluetooth connection because it uses a remote to change the colors and settings on it. It also has a speaker on it for some reason to let you know if the remote is connected.
One night I had it turned off and sitting on my chair next to my bed. I was in a dead sleep when I heard the voice toggling on and off, saying “bluetooth disconnected” That was the initial thing that scared me because all I could hear was this disembodied voice. I found the source quickly and realized I had thrown some clothes over it so the IR port was blocked.
I fell back to sleep and was awoken again, this time in the morning, by a MALE voice saying “Oh, Hello blaze!” It was coming from the direction of the light. Blaze is the name of my cat. I laid still for a moment, my heart pounding. I rolled over and found my cat sitting on the other side of my bed. He WAS in the room. that scared the s**t out of me even more. I leapt out of bed and ran over to the thing and ripped it out of the wall.
I haven’t turned it on since. It’s been sitting in a corner of my room with the plug detached. I’m afraid to plug it back in.
I would blame hypnogogic hallucinations because I have had them before. Mostly my mom’s voice calling my name. But the fact that my cat was in fact in my room, sitting basically in front of the light TERRIFIED me. My cats don’t have collars/bells so It’s not like I would have passively heard him in my sleep coming into my room and then imagined the voice. Not only that, but he seemed freaked out too, like he had heard the voice as well. I have no idea if it was that or he was just reacting to me waking up.
I inspected the whole device, looking for cameras and microphones. I was going to take it apart but I was too scared of what I would find.
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I grew up in a haunted house. My parents still live there to this day. Most traumatic experiences of my life. The one memory that tops the list is one I hate telling and rarely do. I would always wake up in the middle of the night and see s**t. From as young as I can remember until I moved out at 18. One night, I was about 6 maybe, woke up to see a man and woman, both dressed all in white, palest skin id ever seen, both standing at the foot of my bed looking out the window. The woman looked average height while the man reached the ceiling. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t real, that I was dreaming until the man turned and look at me, his eyes were red. I turned sideways and covered my head, trying again to convince myself I was dreaming. After a few minutes I looked over the covers and the man was now standing at the side of my bed looking down at me. I remember nothing after. I talked to a specialist when I was older, thinking maybe I suffered from sleep paralysis due to these experiences but that was not the case. In every experience, I could move, and even ran out of my bedroom multiple times. Great times.
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“The despair and anger and fear in the aftermath of something bad happening leaves many people feeling stuck and isolated.” However, Botwin mentioned that sometimes she meets individuals who become empowered by the event that happened. For example, a few of them were diagnosed with life-threatening illnesses. “Rather than succumb to the fear and heartache, some of these clients choose to face other fears or live more in the moment. They flip the fear and turn it into action that results in them living fuller, happier lives.”
An out of body experience which I hope is never repeated. Almost cr*pped myself in fear. I was about 11 (maybe younger, hard to remember), and was sick at school, in the nurses station (called a sick room at my school). Laying on the camp bed, feeling just generally weird, looking out the very tall thin windows that are typical of Victorian schools in the UK. Then I felt this strange, I can only call it a juke to the side, but mentally and I saw myself outside the window, looking in, and at the same time I was looking out from the bed through the window at myself.. floating outside.
Apparently I yelled but I don’t remember that part. Then the nurse called my mum to pick me up and I went home. I think I slept the rest of the day but I have no clear memories of that part.
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I have many stories because I do cleansings for people and dabble in pagan practices. They all can be pretty wild, but the one most people have the hardest time understanding was witnessed by myself, mother, and sister. This occurred when I was 8, so 1998, small town in Alabama. My family had bought this house on the lake. A real haunted sh**fest, but hind sight, yah know? Literally the second day of moving in, we experienced something. Also, this took place well before any dive into the occult. My family was nondenominational Christian.
The house was 6 bedrooms, 4 baths, top and basement layout. We all had our rooms on the top floor. My room and my parents’ room were the furthest down the hall. My sister was near the beginning, right across from the bathroom. So the hall wasn’t super long, but my sister who had decided to put like 14 to 15 family portraits up on the walls. They varied in size and weight.
Now, our mom was in the living room, which is what the hall opened to. So, not far and certainly in sight of one another. Dad was gone, probably work or something. I was in my room putting up posters. Nothing out of the ordinary and it was mid-day.
When my sister finished putting the pictures up, she came to get me to show me. She was proud of her work. We were right outside my room talking when we suddenly felt super uneasy. The atmosphere had changed. I didn’t understand it at the time, but it was just heavy and difficult to think straight and breathe. Needless to say, our conversation halted. Even my mom felt it and stopped unpacking things. She turned to look at us.
All of a sudden, we felt and heard this worship of wind go from my parents’ room right in front of us, down the hall. All of those pictures levitated off the wall and floated midair, resting in a horizontal position, parallel to the ground. We screamed and ran to our mom. We were hysterical as you can imagine.
Mom said she was scared, but she had to be momma bear and protect her babies. She said firmly, “Stop! You are scaring my children!” She also told it to leave because it was not welcome here.
Now this part, I didn’t see because my face was buried into my mom’s side as I was crying. She said, the pictures all floated down and came to rest in their original spot. The ceiling seemed to just raise and become far away suddenly. My sister saw this too. I have no idea how else to explain it. They only ever described it this way. But, the house became normal and still again like nothing had ever happened.
My dad never believed it, despite all 3 of us experiencing that. Honestly, that was the most tame thing we experienced in the house. 7 years of hell we endured there.
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When I was around the ages 4 and 5 I would constantly see weird things in my bedroom at night. There would often be shadows on the wall talking to each other. It happened so often that I just took them to be normal occurrences. I saw all sorts of weird things at night but the shadows were one of the things I saw most often.
One night in particular I was dreaming about being in a large landscape of rolling green hills. Dotting the hills were odd buffalo type creatures. Something seemed off about them. They seemed unnatural, evil, and slightly monstrous. I started to get scared and woke up. Laying in my bed, I turned over and saw a horned shadow figure on the wall directly above my door. I tried to ignore it and flipped back over. I could feel it watching me and kept flipping back hoping it would be gone but it was always there. It was staring and smiling. After a while I couldn’t take it anymore so I started yelling for my mom. As soon as she came in it vanished.
I have no good way to explain the things that I saw as a child. There seemed to often times be a blurring between my dreaming state and awakened state so I may have just had a very active and odd imagination to the point where I was truly hallucinating on a regular basis. When I was about six years old I had had enough of the crap so I remember opening the front door of our house and screaming “Get out!” to everything that was bothering me. Thats when my nights began to become more normal and I eventually never had any more problems with them.
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Living through circumstances that turn out to be a tad scarier than fiction does beg the question, how is it best to react to them? According to Botwin, when we find ourselves in frightening or life-threatening situations, it is most important that we try to stay calm. “The panic and urgency will set in immediately. You may feel your heart racing or an impending sense of doom and gloom.”
“It is natural for us to go into flight or fight mode when we feel scared or in danger,” she added. “Take a minute if it is appropriate and assess the situation you are facing. Ask yourselves, ‘Is the fear I am experiencing in my mind and body matching the current situation, or am I also reacting to other events that left me feeling traumatized or stranded in the past?'”
I grew up in a haunted house. Nobody believes most of the s**t that happened to me. The top out of everything was nobody believes I was yanked outta my bed by my ankles in the middle of the night.
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My bathroom is weird. One time it illuminated from the out side as if someone put headlights up to the window. Empty lots behind me and next to me. No outside light source.
Same bathroom: I often find the bottom vanity drawer pulled completely out and on the floor. It would have to be lifted off the rollers
Same bathroom: cat was growling and freaking out and doing the stalk stance.
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I live in an extremely old house. It creaks, it groans, the house isn’t completely level so sometimes unlatched doors swing open “on their own ” but really because physics. If you sat in my house on a windy day you’d swear to God it was haunted because the window frames aren’t great and the wind screams through the gaps and rattles the glass as though it were angered…
I’ve lived here for a couple of years now. I know every noise this house makes like the back of my hand. I hardly notice it these days. Which is why I found it odd that when I was brushing my teeth one night a few months ago, I clearly heard two men’s voices on the other side of my bathroom door. Now, it’s just me, the dogs, and my boyfriend here. My boyfriend was across the hall laying in bed, and the dogs were with him. The voices I heard were clear as day, two older gentlemen.
“Should we tell ’em?”
“No… (indistinct mumbling)…”
“They in there?”
And the second voice did not reply. I obviously yanked the bathroom door open and looked to see who was in my hallway. But there was no one there. I listened for a few minutes, thinking maybe I heard the TV or something. I don’t hear anything. I call out and ask if my boyfriend said anything, he hollers back no from where he’s at in the bedroom…
I go back to my nighttime routine, shut off the bathroom light, and now the hallway is dark. I’m gonna go to the bedroom. I bring my hand down from turning the light switch off, and my hand brushes up against a cold, rough-feeling hand. Like someone with a lot of calluses on their hand… I felt the thumb and palm distinctly. Like someone had reached out to grab my hand but my movement kinda pulled out of the grasp before they could actually grab my hand, if that makes sense.
The hand came from behind me, from in the bathroom. I obviously know there’s no one in the bathroom – I just left the bathroom. And then I heard someone mumble, from behind me. Not words exactly, just kind of a voice, like someone grumbling under their breath. I jumped, turned the bathroom light back on, saw no one, left the light on, and hauled [butt to the bedroom to tell my boyfriend what just happened because I was extremely freaked out. We checked out the entire house for an intruder. Found no sign of any. Everything was locked up as usual. Its never happened again. I have no idea what it was.
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The trauma specialist suggested that it is best to respond to your fear with words of reassurance and compassion. “Try and put the fear in perspective. Don’t go through these feelings alone. Call a friend or talk to a family member. Process what you are feeling so you can sort through where the fear is coming from. Remind yourselves it is perfectly normal to feel afraid at times. It is an emotion that comes and goes, especially if you have experienced anything that left you feeling afraid,” Botwin advised.
When I was about 12 or 13 I woke up in the middle of the night and smelled my fathers cologne, thought it was a little odd since he lived about an hour away but was to tired to care. Went back to sleep, woke up the next morning and for some reason my mother didn’t wake me up for school. My father had passed away the night before. Never told anyone for years about that night, but around the age of 23 I told my mom she was glad to know that she wasn’t crazy, that same night she got startled awake, and the dog was staring at the door wagging his tail. Almost like he was saying good bye before fully leaving.
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I was 6 and remember playing in my room and my grandpa walks in and talks to me for a few minutes. After a bit he gets up and tells me to “be a good girl for mom”, kisses me on the forehead, and walks out. Mom comes in about 5 mins later hysterical and told me my grandpa had died overnight and we had to leave to go be with the family two states over where he lived.
so there’s this local legend that there’s a cult that practices deep in the woods in my area. one night, my friend & i decided to go on a hike in the woods at like 1am. he said he knew the area, i did not at all. unsurprisingly, he gets us lost. as we’re wandering around aimlessly, we hear what sounds like dozens of voices chanting all at once. immediately, first assumption is “we found the cult” because this is literally like 2 miles into the woods off of this road that’s in the middle of nowhere, no houses or anything for miles. we walk closer to investigate bc we’re actual idiots & this coyote appears on the trail in front of us. i swear it was some kind of spiritual thing or something bc it literally appeared out of nowhere. my friend gets spooked & threw a gallon of milk at it (he brought the milk with him to drink… he’s a strange one lol). coyote runs off, we decide that we should probably rethink our investigation, especially considering we probably made enough noise to alert them anyway. i tell people this story & they find it entertaining but i don’t think anyone actually believes me lol
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Unfortunately, when we decide to share these feelings with others, they sometimes seem hesitant to believe our experience. Whether they completely dismiss it as fantasy or think we’re lying, it can cause even greater discomfort to a person. Botwin explained that these situations happen because people tend to avoid any feelings that call up fear.
“Often, people will think things like, ‘There is no way that could have happened.’ People do not want to think that evil or disasters exist. Many distances themselves from these stories because they cannot digest the facts without going into a heightened state of panic.”
When I was 7 or 8 I just got done watching an episode of FBI’s Most Wanted, then went out onto the front porch to blow some bubbles. As I was doing this, I saw a guy run out of the neighbor’s house and hide behind some bushes with a gun. Then I realize I hear police sirens getting closer, before they suddenly stop before they get to my street. The guy looks over at me, makes the “shush” gesture, then runs across our lawn to the other neighbor’s yard. To this day, and I swear to god this is true, I recognized his face as one of the guys on America’s Most Wanted. Don’t remember who, as far as I know the cops didn’t find him, and no one in my family believes that it happened. I was frozen in fear/shock until he ran out of my sight, at which point I ran back inside and told my parents what I saw. I don’t blame them for not believing me, but at the very least, I did see a wanted criminal run across our yard that day.
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I think my friends and I almost got struck by lightning or some electrical phenomenon in Petawawa Ontario when I was between 5-7. It was torrential raining, thundering and very humid outside. I was ready to go in but my friends, two sisters who were my age and younger who lived across the street from me, were stuck outside – I believe their teenage brother had locked them out as a joke. I was standing across their lawn, debating going in or sitting with them on their stoop as the youngest sister was crying out of fear because of the thunder. Suddenly, a huge ball of blueish-white light came down from out of nowhere and seemed to strike the lawn between us. I remember it looked like it was spiralling or spinning, like a super bouncer. It seemed to bounce off the ground and then it disappeared. The little sister SCREAMED bloody murder at and they both dropped their umbrellas and were holding each other. I ran inside my own house. I remember still seeing the light when I closed my eyes and it haunted me for quite a while after.
Lightning or power line experts, I’d love to hear your thoughts. The lawn didn’t look damaged and my mom thinks it was my imagination.
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I saw something crouched in the road driving around one night. It’s eyes glowed when my headlights hit it so I assumed an animal of some sort, but when I got within about 15 feet of it, it stood up and looked like a girl standing there. I slammed on my brakes immediately, but suddenly the road was just empty. My friend in the car hadn’t seen anything, but asked me a few minutes later if it looked like a girl. He’d apparently seen something similar with his sister a few weeks before in the exact same spot.
But at times, people will embellish their stories because they are afraid others will invalidate or disbelieve what happened to them, Botwin argued. “Once someone has gone through a traumatic or life-changing event, he/she is more likely to believe another person who is reporting going through a scary experience,” she added.
Not sure if this is the scariest but grew up for awhile in this sh*tty apartment complex in a bad part of California, early 2000s. One night, my little kid self woke up in the middle of the night, went out to get something to eat I think… and took one look to the living room.
Huge strange man is kneeling next to the TV. Big mustache. Has a gun. We just stare at each other. I slowly walk back into my room and go to sleep. Next morning, I tell my mom what happened, and she calls the police. The part no one believes is the dude took our f*cking Wii but not the little sensor thing that it needed to actually work.
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When I was a young, from time to time I would see a man in a top hat in the basement of my childhood home. My mother never believed me and told me I was imagining things. Then accused me of being on drugs when I was a teenager when I mentioned that I saw him. I hadn’t seen him until I was in Crete 15 years later. The question lingers in my mind to this day, who or what.
About a year ago I was up watching movies late at night when I got hungry and went downstairs for a snack. My room is across from my daughter’s room and her door was open. As I was coming back upstairs I start turning left towards my room when I hear, clear as ever, “daddy can you close the door?” I turn around, don’t say much and just close it. Once I’m back in my room, I lie down to watch tv when it hits me…my daughter isn’t there. She’s spending the night at my parent’s. I get up and go to her room and sure enough, it’s empty. I woke up my wife and she thinks I’m crazy. Says I was probably tired and maybe it was the tv. I remember the voice so clear and coming in the direction of her room. It’s very possible that it was just my head playing games but, it definitely made me question a few things.
If reading through these stories made you feel like you want to wrap yourself up in a warm blanket and never take another step through your front door, remember the wise phrase Forrest Gump told us, “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re going to get.” And Botwin completely agrees with this line of thought.
“There are benefits to living an unpredictable life. If we always knew what was coming or could predict the future, we may not be able to appreciate the moment and live life to its fullest,” she concluded.
Every god damned time I’m having a hard time and cry my father knows. Even though we live in different cities. He’ll call me and tell me he knew I was crying. That he could hear me. He never takes a wrong guess.
When I move in another apartment, he can describe to me how my new place looks like before he sees it. Before I even talk about it.
I got stuck in a dream for what seemed like days. It was like an eternal now that I’d been in forever, but somehow I was completely aware I was dreaming. There were people I’ve never seen but i knew them well and they knew me. I tried to exclaim I was dreaming and it’s not real, trying hard to wake up. It was all taking place in a house I’d never been in. So much I could write but I’ll keep it short. It was horrifying and I felt a primal fear based on thinking I’d never see anyone I knew/loved when I was awake. It was like sleep paralysis, but no ghouls, dark figures, or gaunt faces, just raw fear. It’s like my consciousness was picking up a different channel and I wanted to get back to mine desperately.
I was abducted into a house by my dads friend.
Long story short my dads friend was homeless and my dad was letting him sleep on the couch. I never thought anything about it but I would go to my room with towel on but I’d usually pass by him on the couch, this would become a much bigger deal in the future. This guy kept going on about his daughters and how he wanted me to meet them, they where a couple years older (14-16) but being a young kid I figured I’d just meet new friends. He lived with us for a couple months, until one day while walking to school he calls me from across the street. I lived probably 1.5 km from my house but a straight shot and a pretty busy road. He ended up luring me into the house saying his daughters lived there and they wanted to meet me. He literally gave me a tour of this house, but I kept asking him questions like where they were and who was their mom. He eluded that they where showering in the basement, instantly I felt a bad vibe and just sat on the couch in the living room, refusing to go into the basement. I started panicking because I could see the time and knew I was late for school. At this point he brings up that he thinks I’m coming on to him because I walk past him in my towel, I was so thrown by It just said no and told him I had to go. He asked for a hug and rub my thigh in a sexual way, I literally ran out the door. I was raised very old school and was so scared to get into trouble I literally went back to school, when I went home I told my parents not realizing how big of a situation it was and they called the police. I came to find out that wasn’t even his daughters house, he literally broke into a house on my way to school to lure me into.
Even though the police where involved and the guy literally left everything at parents and never came back years later my parents befriend his brother and eventually him again, and his brother kept denying that it ever happened and my parents started question it too. LMAO
So I don’t know if this fits. But one night, as a kid, I had a dream that my friends and I would go find crayfmfish (no big deal). In that dream we found crayfish carried them in buckets. We did this often. But in the dream my cousin slipped on the rocks and hurt his arm. And I woke up. The next week we all went out and my cousin slipped on the rocks and broke his arm. It freaked me out for months.
Back in the 90s I was on the track team in high school. After school we would run 5+ miles down the dirt road just on the outskirts of town because it was near the school. Around that time there had been reports of a man in a white pickup that tried to kidnap a couple of girls walking home from school in our town.
I wasn’t feeling well one day and fell behind my team mates during one of our after school runs. I’m running alone along this quiet dirt road when a white pickup slows down next to me. The guy started up with some friendly chit chat about the weather and stuff. I was terrified but tried my best to appear calm and unsuspecting, all the while trying to plan my escape. He started asking me my name (I gave a fake one), age, where I lived, etc., and asked which way I was heading. I lied and told him I was going to head right at the turn up ahead and run a few more miles that way. The turn was actually the turn around point and then I would head back the way I came. He bid me a good day and drove on up ahead and turned right, where I told him I was heading. As soon as he disappeared around the corner, I turned around and ran faster than I ever had in my life. It was probably a good two miles back to the school. I kept looking behind me in case he came back that way in which case I would run into the woods and hide until he passed. Thankfully, he never did come back that way. I always wonder if he was waiting somewhere along that false route to approach me again.
I made it back and told my team mates about it and they didn’t believe me! They didn’t exactly call me a liar, but I could tell they thought I was making it up, maybe because we had been talking earlier about hearing it in the local news. I caught a couple of them exchanging looks, and others barely responded at all. The more I tried to convince them, the more I sounded like I was clinging to a lie. I just dropped it and resigned to be thought a liar. Still pisses me off that nobody believed me. My coach didn’t even seem to believe me, he just kind of shrugged it off. I should have told the police about it, but I was so ruffled about not being believed that I just let the whole thing go.
One time a door to my house’s office slammed open when I woke up at 6am. Naturally it slowly opens on its own due to the weight distribution (it takes about 8 seconds to fully open), but it slammed open like it was forced. It was 6am in the middle of winter so no windows were open to create a draft, and everyone was asleep. I was too tired for some ghostly bulls**t so I peed and went back to sleep.
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It was the first anniversary of my aunt’s death. She lived in the same house as me, but different apartment. I go to take a bath. The bathtub is positioned in a way that, when you are inside, you are facing the window. Suddenly, I hear a knock. I look at the window, and I see a hand formed into a fist quickly pulling down (like, someone knocked and quickly disappeared).
The thing is, my apartment was on the second floor. And there is no way that someone could reach the window from outside at all. Now looking back at it, I just tell myself it was just my imagination. But then… I know what I saw. And no one believed me, of course.
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This one time the power went out, I was still trying to calm down to stop being afraid of the dark and I could’ve sworn I saw bright red eyes in the dark, so I got my parents to check it out, but nothing was there. I was so salty after that day good christ
Nearly empty church, almost alone, at 8pm in the middle of winter so it was pitch black outside. i was looking for the bathroom and i heard the sound of glass shattering and loud laughter. when i returned back to my group, nobody else believed me.
We were driving home late in heavy snow and saw a beautiful white pony or horse. My partner was worried about it being out on the road so we pulled over and I stepped out of the car to try shoo it back to its farm. It only took us a moment to pull over, and yet, by then the white horse had completely disappeared.
Went down to the basement to do laundry, the room got real cold real suddenly and I saw someone walk by the doorway to the laundry room (we live alone). I never found the guy.
When I was a child, I used to sleep on the bottom bunk of a bunk bed. I fell asleep just like any other night but I was suddenly awoken to someone or something shaking me by the shoulders. I was so frightened that I kept my eyes shut. It seemed as if this went on for a few minutes. After the shaking stopped I pretended to sleep as if nothing happened. I didn’t open my eyes for a few hours after the event. I swear this really happened to me. It couldn’t have been my brother on the top bunk because I would have heard him go up and down. Everyone was asleep so there was certainly something there that wanted to urgently get my attention.
I was using resistance bands to exercise in our school gym. We had double doors with the post in the middle so the doors could close, so I wrapped the band around the post. I started pulling and a loose screw popped out, so the post came flying out at me. Only 1 or 2 inches from my neck, pretty close to one of the blood vessels too. Luckily, it hit me closer to my shoulder instead, but I still landed on my back from the force. If not for the gym teacher, nurse, and 4 or 5 students, no one would believe it
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It was the night before my stepmom died (lost her battle to cancer). I was 22, was spending the night in bed with my 9 year old half-brother, cuddling him and telling him his mom was gonna be okay, it wasn’t gonna hurt any more. It’s about 3am at the time, and after a while he immediately sits upright in bed, smiles, says “I promise to be a good boy, mommy. I love you.”
Now my stepmom has been bedridden for the last month, so she’s not moving anywhere. But I swear on my life, and my little brother agrees with me, for a split second I saw her standing in the doorway wearing her big giant fur coat, just smiling at us and just looking relieved.
Brother went to sleep about 2 minutes later. I left to go into my dad and stepmom’s room to check on her to see my dad awake and telling me she’d died about half an hour ago.
I genuinely believe she “stopped by” on her way to the other side to check in on her two kids and make sure we’d be okay without her before she left.
I was about 4 years old, visiting my great grandmother in NJ. She made a bed for me that sleep on in the living room. I fell asleep easily, but at some point I woke up and saw my great grandfather. He sat on the edge of my bed, smiled, patted my leg and got up. He put his jacket on and walked out the front door. He had been dead for longer than I had been alive and I had never met him. Adults the next morning all laughed at the silly kid with a big imagination. At grandmas request I described exactly what he was wearing: flannel shirt, suspenders, khaki pants… Generic description of any grandpa for the last 100 years. Everyone was still giggling at my cute story. But when I got up to show her how he snatched his jacket from the hook by the door and slung it on in one motion, I turned around smiling only to see her completely pale faced with tears running down her cheeks. Everyone got really quiet, and we never talked about it again. She knew I had seen him… No one else’s opinion matters.
That I was [sexually assaulted] 3 times in a 2 week period. Sounds made up but I wish that was true
I was peeing in the woods while camping and a huge dragonfly landed on my thigh. Body as long as my thigh, black and red, definitely a dragonfly and not a tarantula hawk or something. When I try to tell people, they say I must be exaggerating or misremembering.
I was sitting on the floor of my office opposite my wardrobe with mirror sliding doors. The light was off but the door was open and the light from the hallway was spilling in a little. I was looking at myself in the mirror, barely visible in the obscured darkness. I took my glasses off, and my reflection began to move, like it was speaking and yelling silently. It was so silent that the ringing in my ears became almost deafening.
Was walking through the rockies and managed to tear the muscle on the side of my foot so was hobbling back (I was on my own like a moron) in the space of hobbling back to Jasper I saw a white bear (think they are called spirit bears?) just sitting watching me… Literally thought f**k sake I’m guna die here mauled by a bear and no one knows where I am. But it just sat there and pawed the dirt in the direction of the town… I limped on keeping an eye on it and it just watched me… Then I swear to God no more than 5 minutes later a f**king wolf appears limping exactly on the same foot I’m limping on, eyes me up and continues on its journey. I think I was even too pathetic to bother with is the moral of that story. I was petrified though either way.
One time I had a nightmare where I was somehow brutally murdered – this was really long time ago and it was a dream anyhow so I don’t remember details – but it ended up in the bathroom where I bled out over the sink. In the morning I went to the same bathroom to casually take a piss. The sink was covered in dried up blood.
I was dozing on the couch at my parents place last year. Not comfortably because I was cold. Then a felt a wave of heat pass over me, which was pleasant enough until I felt these firm, pointed fingertips on my head, like something was standing behind me with its hands on my scalp. I was frightened but then grabbed them and threw them off me. A few minutes later my mum came in and said she heard a door open and had got the feeling she should check on me. Probably a dream but it was super super creepy.
when i got stuck under 3-4 inch thick ice and broke a shard off of my glasses to score a circle that i could bust through
One time I came out of work and my car was facing the opposite direction from when I parked. Same spot, opposite direction. And I parallel parked.
Ostriches are not friendly. I used to run on this back road with my dogs and at the end of the road before I turned around to run back there was a pond. As I’d get closer I would see an Ostrich come into view with a little baby and they would watch us run by. One day I’m running and I feel something behind me. So I turn back and see this TRex looking Ostrich running after us, starting to close in on us. I had been running a lot at the time so I started hauling ass. My dogs thought this was a game but I had seen what Ostriches can do to people and I didn’t want any part of it. It’s about 50 yards behind me, gaining quickly and is massive and looks very angry. Just then a green truck comes sideways around a curve and pushes the Ostrich off of our tail. It was the local game warden and he pulled up laughing his ass off. I was very thankful as I thought it was my final run. Turns out they had been working on trapping them and getting them to an animal rescue but they had only caught the baby so far. He decided to come check on the trap at the right time and saw the protective Momma coming after the runner that she probably thought stole her baby. Game Wardens wear a lot of hats. This was in San Angelo, TX.
I almost drowned/choked to death.
I was at the pools with my family and inhaled a lot of water on accident. I couldn’t breathe and I couldn’t cough it out. Panicked and went to my sister to signal I was choking, and she thought I was being an idiot. I remember her looking at me and saying “ew, stop being a dickhead” or something along those lines.
Went to my little brother and he realised I wanted him to whack me hard in the back, coughed up all the water. Sister still doesn’t believe me that she basically called me dying “cringey”.
My wife and I were driving up through northern Arizona on Highway 89 between Flagstaff and Page. It was about 1 am, as we were on 3rd shift at the time and often drove at night to avoid traffic. I saw a few sets of eyes glowing in my headlights a little ways up the road, so I let off the gas, slowing down to avoid hitting an animal in the road. When we drove by we saw several dogs (coyotes?) on the side of the road and I hit the gas and drove by. After we passed my wife said one of them was running next to the car and I looked over and saw it as well, probably 20 feet off the shoulder of the road. I floored it and looked over and it stood up on it’s hind legs (that’s the only way I can describe it) and kept pace with us for a couple seconds before turning away from the road and disappearing. This whole event probably lasted no more than 10 seconds, but it was seriously the most terrifying 10 seconds of my life. This was probably 20 years ago, and we still rarely talk about it.
Was stargazing with my family and noticed a satellite moving slowly across the sky. My uncle says “oh there’s another” and points at another light moving slowly across the sky. Then my aunt goes ” wow look how many”, and points to cluster of about 15-20 white dots (looked like a bunch of satellites) slowly moving in a cluster together across the sky. “Wow that’s weird” we all collectively agreed as we watch this cluster of unknown lights move across the sky. Then they came to a DEAD STOP instantly. The lights then began to slowly move around each other until they eventually were in a single line across the sky and they slowly faded away into the darkness. We all still have no idea what the hell they were, and the only thing that makes me know I wasn’t just seeing things is that all 6 of us all saw this happening.
I was out with my friends and came home pretty late. I didnt want my parents asking questions so I snuck in through the garage. The door was locked but I had a key. I turned the key to unlock it but then I heard an abrupt snap and the door locked again. I repeated this three times. Each time I unlocked the door, the door re-locked. Exasperated, I cried out, “Mom, it’s me!”
Then I heard the door unlock. I opened the door and no one was there.
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I live in a 150 year old house and no one believes there isn’t some guy living in my basement who stares at me while I sleep
I was home alone one day when I was around 10 and was in my room I shared with my brother. We had bunk beds and I was laying on the top bunk when the bed started shaking pretty hard for a good 5-10 seconds. I was terrified, but gathered the courage to look down under my bunk at the bottom bunk and there was nothing there. I jumped down and noped the hell out of my house and waited on the porch until my parents got home. When I told them what happened, they didnt really think anything of it and thought I was just making it up. I dont care what anyone says, that s**t happened. I remember it clear as day still 20 years later.
I was 4 years old, my dad says I slipped going down a flight of stairs. He says I was somersaulting to the point i landed perfectly on my feet at the bottom, and just kept waddling on. Unfortunately, however, hitting the stairs on the way down fractured the left one in 8 places
The time me and my friend were trapped in the basement because the upstairs was invaded by ghosts. Like, it happened! We were both there! We both heard that s**t.
I had sleep paralysis pretty early and no one in my family belived me (i thought it was a real shadow demon in my room).
My buddy and i spent the night repo’ing cars. We pull up to the light in Manchester NJ of 527 and 70. Going straight. In the left turn lane, getting on to 70 East, a blue, 97-98 Honda CRV.
The person driving had no face.
Just blank. Like the green man from Always Sunny or NoFace from Dick Tracy. My buddy and I both saw it. Nobody believed it.
Drove for about two hours through rural Arizona with my fiancée late one night.
I drove past a car stopped on the side of the road, it had its hazard lights on and hood was up. There was a dim light hanging from the hood, as if someone had been checking the engine.
About a quarter mile down the road, my headlights illuminated a man standing on the side of the road. He was quite tall, over six feet, and very thin. He was ghostly pale, and bald. To me, the most unsettling thing was that he was just standing on the shoulder, in the pitch black, staring into the desert away from the road. There was no light except for the few cars passing by, he was just staring into the blackness of the desert.
Not supernatural or anything I’m sure but it sent shivers throughout my body. My fiancée was asleep almost the entire two hour drive so she didn’t see any of this, and she doesn’t really believe it happened.
When I got a cut on my wrist. (To the layer of fat, but as a kid I thought it was the bone. It’s still scary.) I was trying to break into an abandoned house as a child, about 7, with a pal who well call Billy. So me and billy were just sitting in his house, bored out of our minds. He had an idea to sneak into that abandoned building. Of course, since he was a year older I agreed. When we went there, the door was locked, but the top of the door was broken. Up to our arms. I was trying to put my arm in, and on the way in my wrist got cut. An oddly square looking shape. I saw white, so at the time I thought it was bone. Then again, there was a lot. It was mildly wide. So uh, I used to say “oOoOoOoOOOO! I got a cut to the BŒÑË!” So that’s what they didn’t believe, so uhhhhh.
When i had gone to our hometown, i was playing with the local kids and i was ‘IT’ (we were playing hide and seek) and as i counted to 50 i suddenly fell on the ground for some second and i felt like i had 0 strenght could not lift even my hands and leg.
And when i told my Mom she told me that it must be because i was hungry but i had ate watermelon with the local kids just before playing hide and seek. That was the scariest thing i have felt so far, i was not able move even an inch of my body.