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One aspect of watching a horror movie that always makes the film a little bit less scary is remembering that itâs not real. Even if itâs an allegedly âtrue story,â itâs not actually happening at this moment, and you can always just cover your eyes or turn off the television to make it stop.
Itâs much creepier, however, when you spot something terrifying in real life⊠Redditors have been recalling the scariest things theyâve ever witnessed that nobody else believes happened, so weâve gathered their spookiest stories below. It may not be time to get ready for Halloween yet, but weâre always in the mood for a spine-chilling tale! So enjoy reading through these stories, and be sure to upvote the ones that youâre totally convinced happened.
Had my laptop in my bed just before going to sleep (not plugged in, on battery). Made an offhand comment on some website about how I wasnât scared of ghosts and didnât believe in them. Then I turned it off and went to sleep with the laptop beside me in my bed.
Next morning when I try to power it on, nothing happens. But the laptop feels unusually light. Thatâs when I realized the battery had been physically removed and placed in the kitchen.
I was alone in my apartment and do not have a history of sleepwalking at all.
I was walking to class from the dining hall on my campus when I saw a lady yelling for help and banging on a window of a nearby building.
Lots of people were walking past but I was the only one who seemed to acknowledge it. I went to the window to help and she told me she was locked in a room in the building and that she needed me to come in and open the door.
Now, I have no idea the layout of this building and where she was located. So I decided to call campus security for help despite her pleading with me not to call them and to just let her out. I call them and when I hear them coming I go to greet them so I can take them to the window.
I leave for maybe a maximum of fifteen seconds and when I return with campus security she is gone. We can’t see her at the window and campus security goes inside to double check and sure enough there is no trace of her.
Campus security definitely thought I was crazy and I’m sure my professor thought I was full of s**t when I explained to him why I was late. No one seems to believe me that this happened but I swear it did.
FAQS: I am female/It is a very old campus with lots of random historic buildings that people don’t really use and this building was one of them/The area has a very h**h crime rate so it probably was a robbery.
I saw a panther sized black cat darting out of a water retention/artificial forest near a school in the desert. Logically, it shouldn’t be able to survive there but holy s**t I saw it. Animal control wouldn’t let that exist, there isn’t really food enough for it, and the summers get dangerously hot if you’ve got black fur. Must have been 4-5 feet long. It doesn’t make sense, but I 100% saw it, and so did the friend I was with.
Not quite sure how young I was at the time but it was probably between 5-8.
I was in my babysitter bed at the time in her trailer park. It was 3:00am I had woken up because I had to pee. When I woke up I looked down the hallway to see my babysitter leaning against the wall like one of the stereotypical cool guys do in movies. And I made eye contact and I felt my body go cold because she was still sound asleep next to me in bed. I went under the blankets trying to hide and when I looked back she was gone. I didnât want to sound crazy so Iâve never told anyone. I just sat in her bed watching infomercials until 6:00am when she woke up. Never even thought about sleeping there again. I honestly forget how much this affected me until I started writing this. Really freaked me out man.
Edit: since I never told anyone idk if it belongs here, but no one in my family believes in ghost, so if I were to tell them I guarantee itâd be dismissed.
Fishing on Lake Minnewanka in Banff national park with a good freind. About 50 feet from shore.
Around 8:30 pm
I see glowing red eyes. Up in the trees. Like …. red… like predator i guess. I do a double – take… they are gone.
I decide not to say anything, maybe I’m trippin. Did just smoke up. Nope. 5 mins later my buddy says “I just seen some glowing red eyes up in the top of those trees.”
I feel goosebumps. “Yup, I saw them too”.
We look back and they are gone. We decide to aim the boat towards the shoreline. It’s not dark yet but sun is going down. We saw nothing. No owls, no goats in the trails. We didn’t get off the boat but we had a good look around.
When I ask him about it (this was around 10 years ago) he just says he doesn’t want to talk about it.
I can’t blame him. But after all these years I’ve never heard or seen anything like those glowing red eyes, 30 – 40 feet up in the trees. Staring at us.
i copied and pasted this next part, I knew nothing about the history when we went fishing there..
“For more than 100 centuries, people hunted and camped along the original shores of Lake Minnewanka. The Stoney people called it âMinn-wakiâ or âLake of the Spiritsâ. They respected and feared this lake for its resident spirits. The Early Europeans called it Devil’s Lake.”
I used to go camping there. I do not any more. Mostly because it’s bear country for most of the summer. But yeah also because of those bright red eyes. I will never forget that. Most surreal thing I’ve ever seen.
Not sure if it counts as creepy or overall scary, but it was weird. Back in h**h school I lived in a large apartment complex, it was maybe around 8-9 at night and completely dark. I was with a group of friends 4 or 5 people, we were just talking and messing around with a friends pair of walkie talkies as we decided to look up in the sky as 2 fireballs or what can be described as fireballs just appear in the sky and slowly move in a line, just as that happened we started getting what sounded like military communication over said walkie talkies that was really static but words came in every now and then. About 10 or so mins later the fireballs disappeared and the communication cut out. There was absolutely nothing about this on the news the next morning, and no one ever believed me.
Edit: the sky was clear, no clouds, and the only military base in my whole state was 30ish miles away. Luke AFB.
Just after h**h school, maybe six months or so after 9-11, I was a van driver who drove the meals for meals on wheels to the place where they get packaged up and taken for home delivery. Anyway the delivery van only had am/fm radio and I was listening to 92.5 fm, when all of a sudden the station cuts out and a transmition that I can only describe as an american version of a numbers station began playing. It was seemingly random nymbers followed by a long period of the same phrase repeated over and over again. The phrase was “they took the crosstown bus”, over and over again. None of the other drivers heard it but man was it creepy to hear. Eventually the regular radio station came back on and they never mentioned anything about it.
I used to do this as a kid, but Iâd hallucinate stuff like shadows arguing or âcorner of my eyeâ people. I know the things I see arenât real and canât hurt me, but it still doesnât change the fact that Iâm terrified shitless of them.
The scariest one was reoccurring. Itâs more recent and Iâm chalking up itâs creation to me being stressed out. It would perch on my table and watch me from across my bedroom. Itâs always dark but I know that if I can see it, it can see me. When Iâd say something about it, everyone would laugh and say that I was nuts/I was cursed. I havenât seen it in a few months and idk if itâll come back.
Edit:
Today I learned, I might have a brain tumor or (more popularly) schizophrenia. Guys, I really appreciate your advice.
I just donât want to have an evaluation only to get a whole bunch of mental illnesses stamped on my forehead.
Edit #2: Iâm aware of the things that might be wrong with me. Thank you for your insight and most of you have been helpful. I am looking into what I should do in terms of getting this whole thing figured out.
Footsteps and banging in my attic. For about 2 months, almost every night I would hear from my attic (the steps are only like 5 feet from my room) small taps or footsteps. Then it gradually got louder to the point it sounded like an audible foot was pressing on the wood. I told my dad and he told me it wad probably an animal that got up there or something. Thing is, my sister heard it too as her bedroom was in the same hallway as mine. My dad might’ve been right as it was completely gone after 2-3 months and right now at 2 AM, I don’t hear it. And I swear to god if I hear it after I post this I’m actually gonna p**s my pants.
Edit: a commentor also reminded me that about 3 times I heard a loud bang, like something knocking REALLY loud on the roof. My heart would skip a beat when that happened. I’m so f*****g relieved whatever was up there is gone now or else I felt like I woulda gone crazy.
Not sure if this counts because I have at least two people that do believe me. After coming home from work one day I was walking through my kitchen towards the living room when a frying pan just flew across the room, and hit me square between the shoulders. My roommate, and a friend of his both saw it happen, and lost their s**t.
Wasn’t the only time we saw weird s**t in that house. I saw a shadow person in the same spot almost every day. Heard extremely heavy footsteps stomping across our roof with no explanation. My roommate says he saw a full laundry basket just flip itself upside down while it was flat on the ground. He also claims to have seen an “ugly little green goblin looking demon” in our living room one night.
So, yeah. That’s all I got.
Edit: I see several people suggesting carbon monoxide poisoning as a possible explanation. We have several brand new detectors all through the house. Since its a rental we also just recently had to pass an inspection from the city that checked all the appliances etc.
When I was 7 or 8, I would have a reoccurring nightmare that one of my dolls came to life, played with me, and then would try to pull me into my closet with her. Iâd follow her into the closet at first, but then sheâd show me this little door at the back of the closet, and my heart would start to race. I donât know what it was about that door, but I knew something bad would happen if I went through it. Iâd start to struggle and try to pull away, but the doll was too strong and would start pulling me through the door. At this point in the dream, Iâd always wake up screaming. The worst part was I had night terrors, so sometimes Iâd wake up standing next to my closet. Every night before bed, Iâd make my parents make sure there wasnât a little door at the back of my closet. There never was.
Anyway, I was talking to my mom the other day and this dream came up. Iâm laughing about it and how ridiculously paranoid I was about dolls and that closet, but my mom gets really quiet. She tells me the creepy part of that dream wasnât the doll; it was the fact that there used to be a little door at the back of the closet, but when I was one year old, they remodeled the house and put a wall where the door used to be. Thereâs no way I could have remembered that door, but years later, I kept dreaming about it.
None of my friends believe this story, but I swear itâs true.
This makes me sound f*****g crazy but anyways:
It was a warm summer morning back when I was a kid. I was standing in our hallway, putting on my shoes when I randomly peeked into our living room and saw a see-through male figure surrounded by rainbow coloured light standing right in the middle of the living room. He was reading a book and didn’t seem to notice me. I thought it was weird but I didn’t feel scared or anything. It felt like the room was filled with a warm, loving energy if that makes sense. I kinda just shrugged it off and went about my day, probably because I was too young to really understand what I’d seen. A few days later when my mom tucked me into bed she read me a bedtime story about a kid who meets an angel or something like that, don’t remember the story exactly but what is interesting is the authors description of what that angel looked like. It was exactly the same as the strange rainbow man I had seen in our living room a couple of days before. It even said that angels will often visit humans surrounded by a strong, rainbow coloured lightening and manifest themselves while reading a book*.*
I casually blurted out:”*Oh, I’ve seen an angel then!”* and my mom was like:”*You have? That’s great!”* and we didn’t talk more about that for a while until one day where I randomly asked my mom if I could see a picture of my grandad who died unexpectedly while my mom was pregnant with me.She found an old family album and we looked through pictures of my parents’ wedding that happened exactly one year before I was born. There was a picture of three or four people sitting together, laughing and having a great time at the party. I immediately pointed out the guy who sat in the middle and said:*”How funny! He looks just like the angel I saw!!”* and my moms face turned white as a ghost. She was just about to tell me that this was indeed my deceased grandfather who I never got to meet. I’m very convinced it was him visiting me.
In the same room of my old house, I have seen a convulsed face floating outside my window, my brother has also seen it too. I saw the same face over a number of periods and it would do stuff like smile and float closer and further from the glass.
Our youngest brother a few years later complained that he didn’t want to play with the boy in his room anymore as he was getting too much blood on his toys. It was the same room.
This was 4 years ago. As I was walking on the sidewalk on a busy afternoon, I saw a suspicious boy/man about 18 yo. He was 10 meters away and walking what it looked like towards me. I kept my eyes on him despite the fact that he wasnât looking directly at me, his eyes were roaming jumping from an object to an object. As we approached one another, half a meter away from each other he takes out a knife and tries to stab me in my left side. He wasnât really fast, so I easily dodged it and immediately turn to see who is he, or if he is trying to stab me again. To my surprise he continues walking and after couple of meters he stopes turns around smiles and gives me thumbs up, then he continues walking in the opposite direction.
Till this day I donât know who he was, what he wanted and even my family doesnât believe me, because âif someone wanted to stab you, you canât stop him. You arenât experienced enough to dodge it like thatâ and something of that kind.
We had this punching bag (On the ground, not hanging on the air) that we took the bag off of, leaving only the thing that brings the punching bag back to you. We were wondering what to do with it. The next few days, my mom was doing some arts and crafts project (she was big on it lately) and made this dragon head. She called it George and hung it on that punching bag thing. When I slept, it was directly in my eyesight if I looked through my bedroom door. Sometimes, when I was having trouble sleeping, I could swear that the head turned 90 degrees to look directly at me. When I blinked, it was back to normal. This happened many times over the course of 4 years before George started falling apart. I was happy, but my mom was sad. Even when I told her what I saw, she thought I was just having bad dreams. I’m sure that dragon head was looking straight at me.
It was afternoon in the middle of summer. I was delivering soda to an old mental hospital that was in the process of being shut down.
My call sheet didnât say which of the several buildings I should go to so I was trying doors on all of them until I got one that opened. The building that did open was the crappiest looking so far; it was missing bricks, and looked somehow just darker than the others. Like it suddenly wasnât such a sunny summer day anymore.
I was ready to get suddenly shanked by modern day Sarah Connor as I walked down this empty hallway trying to find…anyone who worked there. Finally found someone and got their liquid diabetes order into their break room. By this time Iâd been there an hour and really had to pee. I asked the lady if I could use theirs and she pointed me down the hall.
There was one of those sudden wall and floor style changes right before the bathroom like you get in old buildings where an addition is made way later. The bathroom is on the old side, darker and colder than the side where the break room was. I really have to go though, and as a woman in a male dominated industry Iâd peed in more awkward circumstances, so I walked in. Itâs a one toilet deal and I locked the door behind me after finding the light switch, because there was no window.
I sat and started the stream before realizing that it was a combo toilet shower room, with the shower recessed into the wall right in front of where I was sitting. All dirty institutional tile with an old, old school set of f*****g chains and manacles for uncooperative patients bolted into the wall.
It was the creepiest thing Iâd ever seen. And as I peed and stared those f*****g chains started SWAYING BACK AND FORTH ON THE G*****N WALL.
Yâall, do your kegels because I cut off that stream while I was standing and pulling my pants up so fast I broke the sound barrier. The chains were still clanging around while I was struggling with the rusty old deadbolt on the door of that godforsaken, haunted-a*s ancient lunaticsâ bathroom. I ran down that hallway out to the truck fit to start crying, and I was not any kind of stranger to weird haunted things like that. It somehow scared me worse than growing up in a ghost-ridden house ever did.
Mental hospitals being decommissioned, never again.
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