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.
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.”
4. “I. AM. ALIVEEEEEEEE!”
“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.”
5. “This tree is growing from our love.”
“I was visiting my hometown and decided to pick up my old high school friend from his house and take him to dinner and a drink to catch up. He is kinda stressed and tells me that his ex, with whom he had broken up with over 2 years prior, has been stalking him and harassing him.
I drive him home afterwards, and it starts to drizzle. As I drop him off at his house (the neighborhood was dark and quiet by now), we both notice a bag tied to my side view mirror…it was likely attached when we were at the restaurant.
We open it to see a poorly taken photo of a tree taken at night with flash. There was a brief letter, obviously written from his ex, that said:
‘I buried our first love letter under this tree years ago. This tree is growing from our love.’
I made sure my friend got into his house all right and got the heck out of there.”
6. “That was the scariest moment of my life.”
“…around 1 AM, I hear the sound of a door rattling and a slight whisper saying my name…
I sit up a bit and realize it’s coming from my parents’ room, becoming fainter with the passing time. After 10 minutes or so, I gather up the courage to see what the hell is going on.
Shitty folding knife in hand, I peak out into the hallway and don’t see anything. The noise is still coming from the room next door, the rattling becoming more rushed as I approach. Cautiously, I open the door and sneak inside. It’s pitch black and I can’t see anything.
My eyes are taking entirely too long to adjust to the darkness. I’m shuffling forward, and all of the sudden, something grabs and pulls on my leg. At this point I was so freaked out I jumped back.
As the whispers continued, I recognized my dad’s voice. He was asking me for help.
He had a stroke while walking to use the bathroom around 1 AM that night. After he fell, he was able to use his left foot to rattle the door to his bathroom…
That was the scariest night of my life…
Fast forward 10 months and my old man is cognitively the same, just paralyzed on his right side…
He was my best friend before the incident, and my hero after.”
#7. “You’re lucky I’m scared, too.”
“Was sitting in my room at like 11:30 pm, heard lots of shit downstairs, assumed it was my mum. Heard her walk up the stairs to my room, stop, I called out to her, she didn’t say anything and walked downstairs.
I went down about a half hour later to find a piece of paper with the words ‘You’re lucky I’m scared too’ on it, and a whole bunch of shit was missing.
Called mum, she still hadn’t arrived home from a dinner she was at with her friends.
I called the cops and locked myself in the bathroom, but I think they left when they realized I was still home, probably the most scared I’ve ever been when I was hiding in the bathroom.”
