First-or-secondhand accounts of truly creepy things aren’t nearly as rare in this world as they probably should be. Whether we’re talking about human creepers or something of a more supernatural variety, I promise you that in your circle of immediate friends, someone has a pretty crazy story.
These 16 people definitely do, and they just might make you curious enough to ask your friends.
16. I’m pretty sure that’s the beginning of a horror movie.
I was heading home from my mom’s and was at a light next to a gas station when the person next to me told me there was something wrong with my tire.
I pulled into the gas station and when I saw the person follow me in, I felt something off, so I didn’t get out. Instead I called my mom on my cellphone and when the guy pulled next to me, I gave him a thumbs up through the windshield.
I then drove back to my mom’s (which I had just left and was only a few minutes away).
I get there, get out, we look at my tires and they are just fine.
15. How did they not smell that before a decade had passed?
I was at my uncles house in some countryside with my sister and we were playing hide and seek. My uncle went out to buy some food for us.
I was hiding downstairs in this weird closet/attic thing i found. I heard a little banging noise and got a little spooked. I then chalked it up to a little rat or something and continued to hide. I then heard a snore and a groan. I immediately got out and ran to my sister. We both sat at the door together, crying, until my uncle got home. My uncle just laughed it off and we were relieved. A decade later, an old mans dead body was found when my uncle tried to sell the house.
It was revealed he was squatting there for almost a decade and he had written in a notebook how he was going to kill my uncle and keep the home for himself, and i think that would’ve happened if he didn’t die.
14. I bet there are other kids with the same story. Creeper.
When I was twelve, my family and I went to Sam’s Club. Being a little asshole, I decided that I didn’t want to walk with my family, so I wandered around looking at clothes and books.
An employee kept watching me. Like staring really bad. I figured he thought I was going to steal, so I smiled at him so he knew I wasn’t Bad™. He smiled back. He kept checking me out though, and asked me how old I was. We talked about my favorite books and video games. I remember being uncomfortable but couldn’t figure out why, because he was super nice to me.
I remember wondering if he was flirting with me, but reasoned that he couldn’t be, because I’m a boy. Really weird conclusion to come to, but I was twelve. I genuinely thought he was just interested in my favorite video games.
The conversation died down and I decided I needed to piss, so I went into the bathroom. Less than ten seconds later and the restroom door opens. The guy stands in front of my stall, even though there were empty ones. I recognised the guy’s shoes as the employee’s. I stand there for a couple minutes, done pissing, but really confused and kind of scared. I thought he followed me because he thought I was stealing.
Then the guy held a camera over the stall door and took a picture of me. Like real quick, one or two pictures of me just fuckin standing there looking up at the camera. My dick wasn’t out or anything. Just me. In the bathroom. Someone else came in and he immediately went to the sink and started washing his hands like he’d just finished using the bathroom. Then he left.
It was really creepy. I didn’t tell my mom anything except that “the Sam’s Club guy thinks I’m stealing”. And she laughed. I realised waaaay later that he was a pedophile.
13. This story definitely takes a turn.
When I was around 9 we lived in Missouri. We had gone to St. Louis that day.
When we got back around 8:00 (we lived far down in the south at a military base) the soldiers were doing firing drills and the gun noises was something we were used to. After a couple minutes, a random gun went off. We all assumed that it was a soldier who wasn’t paying attention and accidentally fired or something. That next morning I was at school and I decided to walk through the woods home. I went with my friend Collin because he lived nearby and we found a basket in the woods. We opened it and found blood but nothing else. We ran home and told our parents. Turns out the police already got a call and had assumed it was a prank call cause nothing like that would ever happen. Later we found out an old lady had been shot, killed, and cut up and spread throughout the woods.
Worst part. It was our teacher’s sister and she’d been murdered by her son, who was also the art teacher.
12. I don’t see how you could!
I lived next door to Ward Weaver in Oregon City during the time he killed two teen girls. During the time these girls went missing, I began to notice a smell of something rotten.
Important note, right up the road from us is a chicken processing plant. I was well aware what rotting chicken smells like…this wasn’t chicken.
Naturally with everything occuring and them not having found the girls, I called the cops and reported the smell. They told me it was the plant down the road and hung up.
2 weeks later, Ward Weaver is arrested and they find a concrete slab. Underneath that slab are two oil drum barrels.
The girls were inside. The smell I experienced was rotting human flesh. I will never forget that smell.
11. I mean. That is some serious creep.
I worked with a girl who casually told the story of someone almost kidnapping her little sister.
One day she walked outside to tell her 6 (?) year-old sister to come inside, and her sister was climbing into the open door of a car at the end of the driveway. My coworker screamed and the car drove off without the sister.
10. Your parents seem a little odd, too, tbh.
When I was about 3 or 4, my parents were building a big house and the lead contractor was always extra friendly to me. My parents were always a little bit… hands-off so I somehow ended up alone with the lead contractor in a half-finished house. I vaguely remember him and honestly don’t know how long I was alone with him. My family always refused to say.
Long story short, my mom caught him right as he was loading me into his truck and snatched me up while screaming at him, all while he’s insisting he “just wanted to buy your daughter candy at the store!”
They never reported him. I still can’t understand why.
9. When that meter goes off, you gotta go.
I was mid-way through a 12-hr roadtrip alone, driving all my college apartment stuff back to my parents’ house. Car was totally overpacked with boxes, a bike, keyboard, and the like.
I’m very low on gas, so I pull over to a gas station in the middle of nowhere town, Georgia. Sun is dipping low, and the gas station is empty, just off the side of the main road intersecting the highway. Few cars meander past on that road, but it’s a quiet town.
As I’m pumping gas, a scraggly thin guy walks up and starts mumbling about asking for the time. I tell him the time and make small talk, but not a word this man said was intelligible. All the while, he’s circling the car and commenting on my stuff, but, again, I can’t really understand his words too clearly. I make an excuse to duck into the convenience store, which I needed to do anyways–my bike was rattling loose and I wanted a bungee cable to affix it more securely.
As I go into the store and search for a cable, I notice scraggly man also entered and he’s now talking with the clerk of the store. On a scale of 1 to meth, the scraggly man was like a 8.5, but she’s hardly even a 5 on that scale… much more trustworthy, while something about that guy gave me the creeps.
Anyways, I find my cable and as I approach the register, she makes small talk about noting my car overpacked and asked if I was moving somewhere, all the like. She asks about the cable and I explain it’s to secure my bike more firmly…
she then tells me I should drive my car behind the gas station and they’ll help me tie it up tight. Speaking in the plural, implying what I kinda already deduced: she and the man are associates somehow.
Again, my car is just outside the window of the shop, in clear view of the main road. She tells me I should drive it behind the building, where nobody could see it, for them to help me tie it up. As though that help couldn’t be done in the normal refueling area.
At this point, my gtfo meter is maxing out so I thank her but tell her I’ll be ok, and then I practically jog to my car and get in, locking the doors immediately. As I leave, I watch through the window as the woman and man are in a very animated conversation, gesticulating towards my fleeing vehicle.
Could I have been paranoidly misreading these people because they kinda looked like meth heads? Sure. But making an offer that sketchy is not a very normal thing to do.
8. I love sleeping with the windows open. Dammit.
My friend used to sleep with his window open.
One day he woke up to a man staring at him from the window. He quickly ran away once he realized he had woken up.
Never slept with the window open again.
7. Idk but *I* kind of want to know.
i sleep in the basement. there’s a rec room in the basement, with a fireplace in it. often during the winters my father would tend the fireplace, and i could hear it from my room.
so, one day, when i was sitting in my room, reading a book or something, i heard the scraping noise of my dad tending the fire. i heard the crackling of the fire, and my dad closing the door of the fireplace. i exited my room, planning on asking him for a can of coke or something. but no one was there. the fireplace door was left open, and one of the tools used to tend the fire was laying on the floor. suddenly everything felt colder. i ran upstairs and didn’t go back down until i went to bed. the same thing happened again and again, even though i was the only one in the basement.
i don’t know what happened there, but do i really want to know?
6. If only she had said something?
When my wife was little her friend was abducted and murdered.
The day prior to the abduction my wife was riding her bicycle alone and was frightened by a man in a memorable car that was clearly following her.
It turns out that it was the same car that the murderer owned.
5. So many unanswered questions.
I’m a biologist that often has to do field work surveying unmaintained private properties in the middle of nowhere.
Long story short, we find a body face-up in a stream deep in a thickly wooded wetland. The body looked several months old, at least. No clothes, no tools, no shelter, nothing nearby to suggest who he is or how he got there. We couldn’t even tell race or gender from what we saw.
We call the police and they immediately tell us it’s probably the missing person who ditched his car nearby. They apparently searched for weeks with dogs, horses, and ATVs but didn’t find any sign of the guy. All they found was his family car loaded with cash and a handgun. They also tell us he seemed to be running from someone or something, real or imagined they weren’t sure. Apparently the man didn’t even close his car door – just ditched it at a rail crossing and took off running into the woods in a tremendous hurry.
I find his clothes about 30 yards up the stream bank from where the body was found. His pants were neatly folded and placed on top of his nice brown loafers, underpants and socks on top of those. He placed his glasses atop his socks, very orderly and in a nice pile. His shirt and undershirt were hanging from a tree branch right above those as if to dry.
I mean, the whole thing creeps me out even a year on. But what unsettles me is the fact that he ran from his family, drove several hours from his home, ditched his car, and fought a mile through briars and thick woods only to stop and carefully fold and hang his clothes before meeting his end.
I look him up every now and then and still can’t find any more info about what happened or why.
4. You stop that right now.
When I was a child in New Hampshire I went exploring by myself and got lost in the woods. I was not worried about it in the least, and was just walking around.
All of a sudden, I noticed someone standing about 25 feet away from me, and he was just standing perfectly still facing me. He was all bundled up in a bunch of shirts and jackets… one over the other over the other, and his face was completely hidden by what looked like dirty rags. He was wearing big flat lensed goggle.
He just stood there staring at me. I stared back for a few seconds and then turned and ran.
Maybe 30 minutes later I managed to find my way back to the edge of the lake, and was able to get back to where we were staying.
3. I bet the cousin went on to be a hostage negotiator or something jeez.
When my cousin was a teenager (maybe 18 or 19) she and her friends went out to party a lot. In my country you can legally start drinking with 16/18, so most teenagers start going to clubs at 16. Back then, hitch hiking was still pretty common and most teenagers did it to get home or to the city, since only very few had cars of their own.
So my cousin and her friend want to go home after a night out and get picked up by a middle aged guy. He’s nice enough and they make small talk, while they drive. Suddenly, he takes a turn onto a remote road leading into the woods. He locks the car from the inside and his friendly facade falls, instead he’s suddenly tense, quiet and determined.
My cousin’s friend started crying quietly, but my cousin stays calm and starts talking to the man. She tells him about her family, her mom and dad, her brother and sister and asks if he also has a family. When he tells her that he has a wife and two children, she asks for their names and how old they are, which school they go to, what their hobbies are, all while he drives them deeper into the woods.
It must’ve triggered something, because after talking with him for a couple of minutes, he stops he car and breaks down. He starts crying and tells them that things are going well at home, that his marriage is pretty bad and he fears he’ll lose his kids. My cousin comforts him during his break down and lets him spill his heart out. Eventually, he starts the car again, turns around and drives them home, saying he’s sorry.
They get out once they reach the street my cousin lived on and when he drives off, my cousin sees him put a knife on the passanger seat that he had kept hidden next to him. They never hitch hiked again.
TL;DR: My cousin and her friend almost got raped or worse while hitch hiking.
2. I’m not sure I ever would have gotten over that.
I was eleven and my brother was four. It was late at night and we were alone. My mother and step father were out, along with my little sister. Since we were not his children, we rarely got to go out with them.
I was watching t.v. and my brother had fallen asleep next to me on the couch. From the couch you could see a large window with sheer curtains. Outside of that window was a parking area. I realized there was a man at the window. He just stood there looking in. This was before cell phones, so I couldn’t call my mom. I tried calling my aunt, but she lived in another town and I think she thought I was imagining things. I tried calling the police and they said they’d send someone, but they didn’t seem to be taking me seriously either.
The man started to try to get the window open. I was paralyzed with fear. At some point I realized I was shaking and this snapped me out of my panic. I tried to shake my brother awake, telling him there was someone trying to break in, but he was so deeply asleep that I could not rouse him.
By this time I was near tears and shaking so badly. I couldn’t leave my brother there and the man was still trying to get in. As I’m trying to lift/drag him, I hear the front door coming open. It was my family returning!
It turns out that they had walked right by the man. He was leaning against a car. He greeted them and asked if they had a lighter for his cigarette. My mom later remarked on how friendly he seemed. I definitely feel like someone was watching out for me and my brother that day. Minutes later and the man would have likely been in the house.
1. I cannot with this story.
This happened about three years ago or so. I was sitting in the kitchen, and it was around 10pm or so. I heard a really loud “thump” in the basement.
I live alone with two dogs so any sound is somewhat frightening to me.
So, as I’m walking down the stairs to the, basement, I hear the thumping again, in an oddly rhythmic pattern. I creak open the door into the basement bedroom, and I see my dog is just ramming his head and body into the wall, over and over.
I cant explain to you how shockingly unnatural looking it was. It looked like… he was controlled or something. I called him over, and he stopped and came upstairs with me.
Theee hours later, I hear the thumping again. I get out of bed again, However, when I went down to check it, it was my OTHER dog that was ramming his head into the wall.
It was like he was possessed. Scared the cheese out of me.
Since then, nothing like that has happened, but what an unexplainable event..
I definitely have some haunting stories of my own, and I’ve made believers out of some people, too!
Do you have friends with these stories? Are you the friend?
Tell us your tale in the comments!