Oh, boy, I love these kinds of stories!
There’s nothing quite like being scared and creeped out. I just can’t get enough of it!
And if you have the same mindset I do, you’re in for a real treat.
AskReddit users talked about the creepiest, unexplained things that have ever happened to them.
1. Where is he now?
“I was in a car accident and really thought after I had hit my head I thought I was going to d**. I KNEW I was going to d**. I swear to God I remember seeing wings, possible angel wings. I was pulled out of my car by a mysterious man named Tom.
He had told the cops he was just a local bystander, I knew he was in the truck behind me. He stayed with me right after EMS and cops came. After I talked to police and was examined by EMTs I turned around to talk to and thank Tom but he was no longer there.
My question is where is Tom now? What does he do? I would love to sit down with him and just talk about it and how he saved my life.”
2. The stranger.
“It’s 3am and I’m in my front yard just smoking a joint chillin when out of the blue down the road I see a dude walking towards me.
In my neighborhood there’s a bunch of houses behind me but ahead is just construction. So now I’m thinking was this guy sleeping in these empty wooden houses? He passes by me and as he passes he mumbles something but I can’t really hear it good.
He also sounds concerned and as he walks on by I hear someone call my name behind me. I turn back and no ones there but when I look to see where the guy went he’s turned around and walking back toward me. Freaked the f*ck out I run inside and lock the door. I look out the window and I see the guy walking back and forth and eventually leave.
Then I heard a knock at the door. I looked and no one was there. Creepiest night in a long time.”
3. Weird stuff happens around here.
“Back in 2002, my whole family vacationed at a cabin site on Fair Lake, Michigan, near Kalamazoo.
I was only 1 year old, so I have no personal story, but of the 15 people with us over the course of the stay, almost every single one had some odd experience. I’ll begin with the rationalizable stories, then the ones I can’t explain.
Pretty much everyone says they constantly had a “bad energy feeling”, and felt like they were being watched.
The lights were constantly going out throughout the stay, and someone had to go in the basement to reset the breaker. I think this may be just poor wiring in the old cabin personally, but it was oddly frequent.
My aunt says she was sleeping when all of a sudden, a ghost was in front of her, punching her and yelling “get out”. My mom says she was pretty drunk that night though.
My grandpa was sleeping in the front parlor, when, around the early morning, he saw a “prism” floating outside near the lake. He went out to look but when he was outside, it wasn’t there. I wonder if it was just a sunlight reflection though.
My uncles, who were in their 20-30’s, had slept outside in a camper. One night, my uncle was sleeping until he was woken up by someone striking the camper from the outside. He called out “yeah, nice try”, but all my uncles woke up too and replied “it’s not us man, we hear it too”.
They say they all sat there for a few minutes until the pounding stopped. When I ask them today, none of them say they did it, but since everyone by this point was aware of the odd occurrences, one of them may have played a prank and banged on the camper.
My dad and uncle were inside talking late at night when a door suddenly slammed. My mom says there was no way wind could have made the door move, since it was an interior door and wasn’t windy. My dad doesn’t like to talk about this experience for some reason.
My mom was tucking me and my sister in for the night, and while she was leaving, heard a child laughter. She says the laughter came from another room and sounded nothing like us.
One night, my cousin locked my uncle’s keys in his truck. My uncle called a non-emergency number and a police officer came to get the car unlocked. While doing so, and nobody in the cop car, the police lights suddenly turned on. When my family asked about this, the officer responded, “yeah, weird stuff seems to happen around here.””
“When my grandfather was dying of cancer, he kept asking my father if me or my brother had a son yet. We were in our mid-late teens so the answer was hopefully no. He spoke to us all in a room and told us a story.
In the mid 30s his son fell and cracked his skull. He held him while his wife drove them to the hospital. On the way he said David opened his eyes and grabbed his arm and looked right at him. He said mom has cancer in her liver, it can be fixed but you have to tell the doctor when we get there.
David d**d in the car before the hospital and Granddad forgot about the warning till the funeral. Grandma went to the doctor, they found a tumor, removed half her liver and she survived. After a few years my father was born and then a pile of other kids, without that warning none of use would exist.”
5. Being watched.
“I’m a construction foreman and sometimes work late.
I was walking around a construction site one evening making a list of things that needed to be done the next morning. It was dark and I was the ONLY person there. the crew had left a few hours before and the entire construction site was fenced off.
While I was making my list, I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I ignored it for a moment, and kept working. Then it sunk in: It was a f*cking person just staring at me from about 50 feet away.
As I turned my head this “person” slowly walked backwards out of my view towards the area where everyone parks. but it wasn’t a normal walk, almost seemed to float. Not really floating, but definitely not a normal walk with steps. So I hauled *ss outside to confront them and they were gone.
Not a soul in sight for miles. I couldn’t shake the feeling I was being watched the rest of the night.”
6. What’s happening?
“I live in a small mountain town and it takes 3 hours and 4 mountain passes to get to the nearest city.
Pre-Covid I made that drive 2-3 times a month, over a period of ten years. I pretty much had the curves and climbs committed to memory.
One night I’m making the drive at 2 am to catch an early flight. Cruising the curves and enjoying the lack of semi trucks. Left curve, right curve, know there’s a big sweeping curve to the left coming up when all of a sudden I’m driving on a straight road. I’m WELL aware there isn’t a straight section on that highway for another 30 miles.
So immediately I’m looking around trying to figure out where the hell I am. Not a single Highway sign on the side of the road. Smack myself a few times to make sure I hadn’t fallen asleep. Phone has no service, but that’s normal, so I can’t check my location.
Looking out the window I realize the high desert scrub trees have been replaced with a thick forest. Imagine your headlights pick up dark, heavy, can’t see 10 feet, forest that I would imagine in the Pacific Northwest. Something that we don’t have here.
I’m looking at the clock and for 15 minutes I’m driving on a straight road through this ominous dark forest when I should be on a curvy mountain pass in the desert. Right about the time I’m going to have a full on panic attack, that sweeping left curve appears and I’m out of the forest back in the scrub.
So I chalked it up to drowsy driving and an overreactive imagination until IT HAPPENED AGAIN! 2 years later, same spot except this time I’m not alone. I had my brother riding shotgun on a similar airport run, and all of a sudden I’m on the straight road.
That time it only lasted about 5 minutes before my brother looked around and asked “where the hell are we?”. Cue the sweeping left curve appearing and back in the desert.
Even though I can’t explain it, I’m at least grateful I had a witness.”
7. Are you a believer now?
“First let me say I don’t believe in ghosts or demons or anything like that…
My wife and I had just gotten married. We lived in a small, one bedroom apartment and I got up one night to take a leak and just had a creepy feeling while I’m standing in the bathroom.
Like the hairs on my neck were standing up. Anyway, I shake it off and go back to bed. The next morning my wife tells me she had a terrible dream about a demon that was watching her.
I didn’t tell her about my feeling because it would have scared the sh*t out of her. Still weirds me out a little.”
“My family was sitting on the back porch watching a thunderstorm.
My older brother grabbed a toy gun out of my hand and said “Watch this.” He pointed the gun at a tree in the back yard and pulled the trigger. As the toy gun popped, lightning struck the tree he was aiming at and the tree fell over. He handed me the toy gun back with a smile and walked away.
My parents witnessed this event as well. It was one hell of a coincidence, but d*mn was his smile creepy. Like he knew it was going to happen.”
“A buddy picked me up to go to a couple bars, have a few drinks and what not. Everything was fine, I had a nice little drunk going on.
Around 11 pm, I went outside to smoke a stogie, then… boom I woke up at my house in my bed, the following morning. I don’t recall even leaving the bar, let alone how I returned home, I had multiple missed calls from my buddy. Called him up to see what happened, and he said I just disappeared.
The creepy part is, after got off the phone with him, I went to the restroom, to realize, some way, some how, during the time I went M.I.A. I had received a haircut and someone shaved my face…. hmm weird, I do my business, only to realize my wiggly bits had been groomed as well, with expertise precision.
I must add, not a missed hair, nick or cut. Still to this day don’t know what happened, but apon sharing this story with other friends, I was spotted at other bars though out the night, pre-hair cut, and alone.”
“I was in Big Brothers Big Sisters as a kid. If you don’t know what that is, it’s a program where adults sign up to mentor kids one on one and offer them guidance.
I basically hung out with this random guy named Chris for a few hours a week. One day, he told me he was going on vacation and when to expect him back. That date rolled around and I didn’t hear from him so I decided to give him a call.
A voice I didn’t recognize answered the phone. I asked if Chris was home. The man said that there was nobody by that name there. I double checked that I had the right number and asked the guy if he was sure.
He was like “my wife and I have lived here for years and there has never been a Chris here” so I said sorry and hung up. I never heard from Chris again.”
11. In the woods.
“When I was very young, maybe 4 or 5, we had a particularly nasty snowstorm that wiped out power for days. We lived in New England, in the middle of farmland, so while our neighbors were within walking distance, it was a short hike to get to them.
I don’t recall exactly what lead to this, but my mother needed to visit one neighbor to lend them something while my father got the generator running. I wanted to go with her, so she put me on my snow sled and pulled me along that way. It was dark out, but when everything is covered in snow it sort of has this eerie blue glow to it.
My mother had a flashlight. We got to the neighbor’s house, she dropped off whatever it was they needed (maybe batteries or candles or something, I don’t remember), and then turned around to head home. It was only 1/4 mile or so, but it was through the woods.
When we hit the midpoint of the walk back, we both heard this horrifying howl/scream like something out of a monster movie. Best description I can give was in the movie Predator when the Predator cauterizes its wound and screams, which echoes through the forest. My mother picked me up out of the sled and ran home. We both described the sound to my father, who didn’t believe us.
A week later we found a bunch of d**d deer that had been torn apart just 30′ into a wooded path near our house, and not by poachers/hunters. I’ve been around coyotes my whole life- they definitely didn’t do this either. Coyotes will pick apart their prey and run off with pieces. This was 4 or 5 full sized deer with large chunks missing and that’s it.
Our neighbor was a hunter, and we asked him about it too. He said he had heard some weird sounds but had no idea what it was either.”
12. The visitor.
“My mother d**d of cancer when i was a little over 30.
She got a stroke on a day I was very busy with at school, so my last words to her that she could understand were “mom not now I’ll call you later”. Two hours later she was admitted to a hospital and never woke up again.
Half a year later i had a minor surgery but because not the pain i was given morphine. I was in the hospital bed when my mom came in, took a seat next to my bed and we talked for an hour. It was so extremely real, i felt her touch on my hand and we had a very good conversation.
I got to know about morphine only a month later when I received the bill. Till then i was sure it wasn’t a hallucination and i started re-thinking my opinion about the possibility of an after life.
I miss her so f*cking much I’d take a shot would i know she’d come to visit me again.”
13. From a skeptic.
“I saw a guy accidentally drop 16 inch concrete drill bit from shoulder height.
It never hit the ground. It’s like it stopped existing on its way to the floor. No sound of it hitting the floor, nowhere to go, just gone.
3 witnesses all saw the same thing. This happened in a completely empty newly constructed building. Hallway was tiled, walls were cinderblock, newly installed drop ceiling. We had to fill out a missing tool report, got written up for it, had to search the entire building top to bottom for hours.
I’m a very skeptic person. I can’t come up with any reasonable explanation for it. Still think about it when questions like this come up. Sometimes things can just disappear I guess.”
“I was driving in rural areas on back roads in New England, near the border of Vermont and Massachusetts. It was late and there was a dense fog. First, my headlight went out. I am in the middle of nowhere. I haven’t seen a house or town in a long time.
Car starts making noise, check engine light comes on. So I pull over nothing much around field and fog and dark. Creepy as hell. I gamely look at the engine, I can fix electronics, not engines. I tighten all the things I know.
Car now won’t start. So I am in the dark, in the middle of no where, on the side of the road.
Because of the natural rules of how things work, my cell phone has no service as well. It is like one big cliché. But I am not stupid enough to go wandering the roads right now. So I recline my seat and decide to take a nap for a couple hours until the sun comes up.
I wake up, the sun is coming up, the fog is going away… and I am in on the main street of a tiny town, parked in front of what looks like the Bates Motel house. Houses everywhere. It was the the creepiest feeling. I was sure in off in the woods.
There was not a light on in any house all night? There was a service station 50 yards up the road, I walked up to it, talked to the guy (who looked perfectly normal), he walked over to look at the car, asked me to try to start it…. and it did. F*cking thing turned over right away. And… BOTH headlights were working.
I drove on, never got the name of the little village, and I couldn’t find it on a map. I always felt like I was in this big set up for a horror movie that just didn’t pan out.”
15. The ring.
“I lost an opal ring that my father had given me. A few years later, I’d moved to a new house in a different town.
My son, who hadn’t even been born yet when the ring was lost, was digging with a spoon underneath a concrete slab that served as patio. He pulled out the ring that I’d lost years before.
I’ve never been able to figure out how the ring not only got to the new location, but also got underneath a concrete slab that had been poured long before I lost the ring.
I still have the ring, and sometime during its travels the opal was cracked.”
16. What the hell?
“When I was 19, my girlfriend and I were hanging out in my bedroom when she suddenly let out a shriek and ran for the door.
When I caught her in the hallway and calmed her down enough to find out what was wrong she told me that she saw a live lizard crawl out of my mouth and run down my body, jump to the floor and ran in her direction.
She was d**d serious about it and still shaking.
Cut to twenty years later and I’m in the house of a different girlfriend in a different town hanging out in her bedroom. The identical scenario happens. A lizard running out of my mouth, her running out scared, etc.
I can’t for the life of me fathom how and why this happened. Once was weird enough, but f*cking twice?! I’m a nice guy, not the anti-Christ. Please share any insights you may have about this.”
“When I was 13 I had a weird flash of a nightmare while asleep.
All I remembered was kneeling on asphalt and holding my hand to my mouth, in the worst pain of my life. I told my mom about the dream because it scared me so much.
2 years later, I was hit by a car while crossing the street and ended up in that exact position, kneeling on asphalt, holding my mouth while blood poured out. My head had apparently bounced off the rear view mirror and that had knocked my two front teeth back into my soft palate.
I didn’t remember the dream, but my mom did, and it really f*cked with her. I don’t believe in premonitions, but I often wonder if maybe traumatic events can echo somehow through time.”
18. Country estate.
“My dad and step-mother got married when I was ten years old at a countryside estate which is now a wedding venue.
The other kids and I were playing hide and seek in this massive house (Every kids dream) when my sister (12 at the time) was chasing my younger cousin (7 at the time) who had long blonde hair wearing a blue dress down a long hallway.
Half way down the hallway the younger cousin dips in to this old spiral staircase that only goes up a quarter rotation before it’s blocked off with a wall. My sister jumps round the corner and shouts “Gotcha!” Except NOBODY was in this blocked staircase. She runs back to my dad crying saying that our cousin disappeared through a wall and everyone laughed it off because said cousin was right next to her.
Fast forward 5 years, I’m 15 and I get a job as a waiter at the same wedding venue. The estate has an orangery which is where they hold the ceremonies and I notice a small stained glass window depicting a blonde haired girl wearing a blue dress with the dates 1931-1937 underneath her.
Naturally I’m dumbfounded so I ask about the stained glass window – the venue manager tells me that after being sold by the original owner the estate was a boarding school for girls. She tells me that a young girl fell out of a top floor window and sadly passed away.
The hallway that my sister chased ‘my cousin’ down was an old servants hallway and the staircase was the central staircase that leads directly up to the old girls dormitories on the top floor.
Learned a lot about the house during my 5 years working there, nothing else spooky but plenty that is very, very interesting.”
“I work for a funeral company. One afternoon I did a viewing for a man who was having his funeral the next day.
Usually at the end of the day we put the bodies back in the fridge but because we’d been really busy, and I was at a small branch, we only had a very small fridge and it was already full so on the rare occasion, if they’ve been embalmed, we’ll leave them in the chapel with the air conditioner cranked up because we have good security systems and who wants to break into a funeral home anyway?
So the next morning I’m the first one in and I walk into the chapel and the man is out of his coffin laying face down on the floor. Not sprawled, but perfectly neat, like he’d floated up out of his coffin, turned face down, and floated down to the ground.
Obviously I had a heart attack and my first thought was someone had broken in and done this or were staff members playing a prank? A very sackable prank and I can’t imagine any of our staff doing that for any reason.
And what’s more we have security cameras and motion detectors and swipe cards so you can see who has come and gone but there was NOTHING! According to the security no one came in or left that night. Unfortunately, or fortunately, we don’t have security cameras in the chapel.
And if you’re thinking the guy wasn’t really d**d, I’m not in a third world country, he was d**d, he had been embalmed, you don’t tend to survive and embalming. So yeah, it was a massive investigation and no one could explain how he ended up like that. It still gives me the creeps every time I go in there.”
“When I was about 15 I was home alone in my house at night. It was just me and my 3 dogs.
My dogs were normally very lazy at night, all they would do is lay in their dog beds chilling out until bedtime. But for some reason on this night they all became very agitated at the same time. They all kept running into different rooms in my house and growled and barked at empty corners, something that they had never done before or since.
I checked the whole house and never found anything. I don’t believe in anything supernatural but that night I slept in my parents bedroom with the door locked, a gun next to me, and all 3 dogs on the bed with me.”
21. This is weird.
“My uncle used to have a cabin in the woods near Winter, Wisconsin on a relatively undeveloped arm of the Chippewa Flowage.
Not too remote that you couldn’t pop into town for necessities, but far enough in the boonies that if you got hurt you’d be in serious trouble. I used to spend time there in the summer tearing through the woods with my two cousins.
One morning when I was about ten my uncle woke us up roughly and told us it was time to go fishing. It was still super early and we were all confused because it was pitch dark and who the hell went fishing so early anyway? He hustled us down to the dock where he kept his little fishing boat and quickly launched us into the water and away from the house.
At this point we were all getting a little freaked out by the weirdness of the situation. We thought maybe we were being punished because my uncle had gone to chop wood the previous morning and couldn’t find his axe anywhere.
He’d left it lodged in a stump next to the cabin and accused us of messing with it, which, to be fair, sounded like something we probably would have done. He ended up having to drive into town to buy a new one.
He wasn’t talking, though. We just sat shivering under a blanket at the bow of the boat while my uncle stared wild-eyed at the shoreline and waved a flashlight furtively ahead of us.
We eventually arrived at my uncle’s friend’s cabin across the lake and tumbled into his house. Our uncle sent us to the loft to sleep and he and his buddy locked the doors and left, not returning until well after sunrise.
Eventually our uncle showed up with the truck and trailer already packed with all of our gear and told us it was time to go home. We all thought it was weird that we were leaving the cabin days early, but we were kids so we just went with it. My uncle was quiet for the whole long drive back to civilization.
Many years later my uncle confided to me that the reason he’d hustled us home was because he’d woken up around 3am to a strange “Thok! Thok! Thok!” sound from outside the cabin.
He’d gone out to investigate when a massive jack pine fell directly across the narrow driveway, blocking us in. Startled by the noise, he swept his flashlight along the tree line just in time to see a man holding an axe slink away into the dark of the wood.
He and his buddy had to take turns chainsawing the tree apart while the other stood watch with a rifle. He never found the axe.”
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