While not everyone can be a great storyteller, just about everybody has to have a good, campfire-worthy, creepy story from their life.

These AskReddit posts are no exception.

Some of them start out super-spooky, but have logical explanations.

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Some remain unsolved, or imply a sprinkle or two of the supernatural.

Some are a crazy mix of all of the above.

But all of them are creepy AF:

1. “…And, I see a man’s face.”

“15 years old…I’m in the middle of undressing when I look to my bedroom window to catch my reflection…and I see a man’s face.

I dropped to the floor and turned off the lights, scrambling to get dressed, still watching the window.

The face is gone, but I’m still watching, then…

A fucking camera. No face, just a camera pointed at me sitting on the floor.

I bolt from my room and tell my mom and brother. My brother went outside, and our ladder from the backyard was lying there.

But nobody around.

Couldn’t sleep for a year after that, just stared at that window…”

2. Creeping Tom

“When I was a teen I worked at a cable access studio and made mini movies. My neighbors gave me their father’s old video camera. They told me he never used it, but it didn’t seem to work anymore and had a tape jammed in it.

I fixed it up, and on the tape was hours of him driving around at night and filming people through their windows.

Nothing overly sexual was on it but there is something unsettling about seeing peeping tom footage of a guy eating dinner with his family, or over 20 minutes of some girls dancing around in their room.”

3. “You always make me happy!”

“When I was around 16 my rapidly growing family finally moved from the house I had spent my entire life in…

At some point I decided to go into the downstairs closet with a flashlight and read, something I used to do when I was younger to get some peace and quiet…

About an hour in, I shift a little to get comfortable and I hear a low, slow, warped, hoarse voice say “you always make me happy”.

I flipped my shit, hit my head on the low ceiling, and practically broke the door down getting out. After hyperventilating and explaining to my family why there was no color left on my face, I went back to see what it was.

It was my stuffed Little Bear from when I was 3 or 4 years old that I happened to lean on juuuuust right to press his belly.

When I pressed his stomach again though, nothing.

This poor bear I hadn’t played with since I was a toddler used the last of it’s power, used it’s dying breath to tell me I made it happy.

You make me happy too little bear.

When you’re not making me piss myself.”


“My brother and I were probably about 7 and 5, respectively. We used to wake up every weekend and play computer games before my parents woke up.

One day, we turned on the computer, and got an eerie message that was directed to us:

‘Hello Kid A and Kid B, this is your computer talking and I. AM. ALIVEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Do not run and tell your parents, they cannot help you now!!!’

Turns out my dad had programmed the computer to say that upon startup.

This was the mid 90s.”