When I was a kid I went to a small elementary school in Los Angeles. In an area most people outside of L.A. would call “ghetto”. It’s not, but whatever. One of the main rooms where we all learned/played had a huge window. It was a wall to wall, floor to ceiling window. Across the street was a building that I don’t remember anyone ever walking in or out of, and next to it a liquor store.
One day me (7 or 8), my younger sister (5 or 6), and a room full of children were playing around. I was playing marbles or pogs, I sincerely can’t remember. I looked up from my game and saw a guy walking with a girl and another girl quickly approaching them. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but you could see the anger from the woman who was alone being directed at the man and woman walking together. I’m not sure what words were exchanged, but the man waved her off and attempted to continue walking on. The girl stop him from moving on and then struck him.
He pulled out a gun and blew the back of her head out. It was the first time I saw someone killed (unfortunately, it wasn’t the last). The teachers swarmed into the room and put us all on the floor. But, I couldn’t stop seeing it. Over and over. The back of her head exploding and becoming a red something I’d never seen. Her body falling to the floor. The guy running away. The other girl looked like she was screaming.
It was surreal. Almost like it didn’t happen. I can still see it happening. I can’t recall anything else about that day or the fallout of it.
I’m being 100% honest.
2.
My mother worked as a nurse during the night shift at a hospital in Sydney. She said the other nurses who’d been there a while would tell stories about mysterious unexplained events during the night shift like things disappearing or people in comas sitting bolt upright and talking to the nurses fit a few seconds before returning to their comatose state.
She thought it was all bullshit until one night she saw an elderly patient who’d been bedridden for months walking purposefully past her door towards the elevators. She called her name and jumped up to check on her but she wasn’t there. She and a colleague checked on the patients room to find she had passed away only moments before. My mum’s not easily shaken, she was mostly just intrigued.
3.
Being American Indian, my family has a lot of stories about supernatural stuff. One of these is the obvious skin walker, which is said to appear if you even dare to discuss it. So I went online and read some experiences people had with that kind of thing and came across a pretty scary story. Some guy and his friends had a three day weekend so they drove out to an old mission in California and had seen some creepy stuff skulking around the place. Clothes, skeletal bits, paintings on the wall. When they left they began to joke that they should drive faster before they got shot with an arrow or anything and one of them began to explain the concept of skin walkers and among all the bullshitting, the driver hit a coyote but said it looked too big to be one. They got out to find nothing anywhere near the car or under it so they got in and kept driving and as they drove away, they saw behind the a coyote looking figure only about the size of or bigger than a man walking over the ridge on it’s hind legs.
4.
This is more my Dad’s story than mine.
He used to tell me a story about his grandfather living (renting) a house in northern NH and the door to the cellar would open at various times on it’s own. Come spring, his grandfather went into the cellar to create a cold room for veggies to be stored in over the winter. He noticed one of the cellar walls had collapsed (stone) and went to repair it. After removing a few stones, he found a woman’s shoe which was attached to a leg bone, which continued to become a whole skeleton.
He said it must have been a ghost that was opening the door and it was left at that. As I got older, I figured he was just trying to scare me.
After he passed away, 6 years ago, I found amongst his things a newspaper article recording this event of finding the skeleton. (It was during the turn of the century from the 1800’s to the 1900’s.)
It seems his grandfather went to seek help “they wended their way through the woods” and after removing the skeleton, the daughter was able to identify her mother from the clothes she was wearing. The daughter had assumed she had taken off west with a man.
5.
My sister was like 5 yrs old, playing outside with a few kids, when a middle-aged man approached her and asked her to help him look at his gas meter. She started to go with him, but her friend (same age) screamed “No, Beth!! He’s a STRANGER!!!”, which caused the man to run off. Later that same week, that man was arrested for raping and killing a little girl, just a block away from where we lived.
6.
Ooh! I went to a Jesuit college, so naturally we have hordes of ghosts and otherwise-unsettled spirits roaming our campus. My favorite is from my freshman year: A few years ago, an RA was moving into my former freshman dorm and getting all of the room checks/paperwork/general RA crap done. As he walked into the last wing of the building, he noticed that all the mattresses were flipped on their sides so that they were perpendicular to the bed frames. He restored them to their natural positions and called the other RA’s together to tell them what a funny joke they played. None of them had any clue what he was talking about, since they were all taking care of other dorms. The next day, he woke up early to go for a run, only to notice that once again, someone had flipped the mattresses back onto their sides in the middle of the night. He put them back normally, went for his run, and went about his business, checking rooms in a different building. The very next morning, the mattresses were — you guessed it — perpendicular to the bed frames.
Impressed, pissed off, and slightly creeped out, this RA decides to stake out the building 90’s style with an RA buddy that night after restoring the natural order of the mattresses from the dorm just across from the original. As the hours drift away to the tune of the Mission Impossible theme, he notices that all of the lights on this floor simultaneously turn on (a feat that should’ve been impossible to coordinate between the sheer number of rooms and shitty, 1900’s era built-by-the-lowest-bidder engineering). As the two sprint back into the dorm, they’re greeted by a young Jesuit priest who tells them that “the problem has been taken care of.” They find the mattresses in what is the widely-accepted position for the torture devices, and go their separate ways. The next day, the RA goes to the Jesuit quarters on campus to thank the priest, and sees a picture of him on the wall while waiting to meet with the headmaster. He points to the picture and says, “Father, do you know where that priest is? He was in [DORM NAME] last night, and I wanted to thank him for helping me out with a bit of a problem.” The elderly Jesuit laughs and says, “Son, Father So-and-so died when I was undergraduate here!”
To this day, Jesuit ghosts are known to haunt that same dorm, offering aid in conjugating Latin verbs and finding lost objects.
7.
I used to work as a night watchman on a large property that was somewhat secluded, but still in a bad area. It had a long gated driveway. One night while starting my rounds I walked out the lighted front entrance and as soon as I did I heard a woman’s voice scream “OH MY GOD SOMEBODY PLEASE HELP ME!” It came from all the way down at the end of the driveway.
I automatically took maybe five running steps towards the driveway and then skidded to a stop, turned around and ran back inside the building and called the cops. Four cop cars and a police helicopter showed up, but found nothing.
I still dont know wtf was going on. I found it odd that it happened right after I stepped outside the building. That maybe someone was trying to lure me out there.
8.
Have you ever heard the story of the rubber-eyed girl? How she’s described changes from time to time. in the 40’s they called her a ghost, by the 70’s she was a machine created by some lonely madman who lost his daughter, but recently she is considered an alien creature sent for unknown purposes. Regardless of what you think she is, all witness account can agree upon one single feature, her motionless, soulless, rubber-like eyes. Nobody is sure when the first abduction took place, girls go missing all the time for various reasons. It wasn’t until one particular night, that abductions were associated with the rubber-eyed girl.
A mother was home with her daughter, the husband late out at work (at least that’s what he told his wife to cover up the affair). It was time to put the daughter to bed. “No Mommy!” she pleaded hoping to play with her toys a little longer. “I’m not ready for bed! I want to play!” The mother, not in the mood for this over-played game slammed her fist down on the counter, no words were needed, the daughter closed her mouth, and shuffled her way to her room quickly. The little girl tossed and turned in her bed, unable to sleep, it wasn’t that she still wanted to play with her toys, it was something different… something uneasy.
She had this deep feeling of anxiety wash down from the top of her spine into the pit of her stomach. Something was very wrong. She hid under her covers in an attempt to keep herself shielded from whatever dark forces were around her, a technique daddy had taught her when she would get scared at night. He also taught her to calm herself down by counting to 10 slowly with deep breaths. “1… 2… 3.” she started, already feeling the tension start to wither away. “4, 5” she continued. Before she could say 6, she heard a quick whisper inches away from her face. Too mortified to take the covers off her face to see what was next to her, she froze, listening closely to see if she would hear the sound again. “6… 7…” an ethereal voice whispered into her ear, the smell of vinegar and blood in its breath.
Overwhelmed by fear, the little girl let out a screech as she shoved the covers off of her trying to hop out of the bed. Just after she pushed the covers off of herself but before she could get out of her bed, the creature in the room pinned her down on the bed, still whispering into her ear “8, 9… 10…” The little girl screamed in terror as she stared at its face, or should I say her own face. The creature looked exactly like the little girl in every way except for one, Its eyes… The mother rushes into the room, just in time to see her daughter dragged out the window by the creature. The mother runs to the window, tears pouring down her face as she screams at the creature to bring her daughter back. The creature freezes, turns around, and stares at the mother with an expressionless face. The last thing the mother saw before the creature disappeared into thin air taking her daughter with her, were those motionless, soulless, rubber eyes.
9.
More than a few years back, my friend and I were hanging out and thought it would be a great idea to go and explore the construction site near his house, where new houses were being built at night. Being teenagers at the time, we thought this was a great idea and were soon walking towards one of the half-built houses. By the time we walked up and could see into the top window, we saw a faint light in what I imagine was the attic. At first we were pretty frightened but brushed it off as a reflection of the nearby street lamp.
We continued to the other houses forcing each other to peer through the pitch black windows and doors with a flashlight to see if anyone was in the empty houses. Walking back with a bit of an adrenaline rush, we looked back through the window and the light was gone. After going through the other houses, we weren’t as scared to go close to this one since nothing bad happened the other times. However, upon going into the vacant garage we heard slow and steady footsteps coming from above us and a very loud and solid thump like someone fell over.
We both booked the fuck out of there and once we were a safe distance away, we peered through the window again and saw the shadow of a large man. We then proceeded to shit our pants and run as fast as our 15 year-old legs could take us. We never went back to those houses and I guess I’ll never know what the fuck that loud thump was.
10.
This happened last night actually. I was up late watching TV and decided I would sleep naked, so I threw my underwear on the ground and snuggled in the bed. I woke up next morning thinking nothing special, but when I stand up I have my underwear on me! I was like WTF. Straight up scariest/creepiest experience of my life.
11.
This always freaked me out — not the creepiest thing I can think of, but off the top of my head, sure.
My dad would go hunting in the woods behind our place. Aside from other hunters, no one would go in the woods during hunting season, the forest was pretty huge and I’m guessing aside from animals, pretty isolated. It wasn’t until years later that my mom told me that one time when my dad returned from hunting he was very quiet and acting weird. She asked why, and he told her that deep in the forest he saw a tree and someone had carved the outline of a woman into the trunk, with a nail hammered in where her heart would be.
I don’t go into those woods anymore.
12.
I’m a hardcore skeptic and devout Atheist. I’m the first person to call BS on any spooky stories and yet I have one of my own. We bought this old 1914 house in Missouri. Old crackety floors…original iron door handles. Anyway, wife is at work and I venture into the creepy basement to clean it out and get out some old relics from the house. Floors are shit and paper thin. I have my computer’s surround sound hooked up and blasting some heavy metal while I cleaned up down there. There is a dark ominous crawl space down there full of trash bags….I was reluctant to start opening up because my lonesome imagination started to think that there was dead bodies in there.
I start to venture closer to the crawl space and the music that is playing on my computer via playlist.com started to skip like a badly scratched CD. I was so petrified by my computer skipping like this I quickly ran up stairs and turned off my computer. I have never heard or seen of any instance of music skipping on a persons computer unless it was some random form of internet interruption. As big as a skeptic as I am…it gave me the chills.
13.
My ex told me a story once about a guy driving home from work late at night on a quiet road and he comes across a man. They make eye contact but the guy just keeps on driving. Not sure how fast he is driving but a moment passes and he looks out the window and the guy is running along side his car with a crazy grin on his face.
Not sure where this story came from but I don’t like it. It reminds me of smiling man. Too much creeps for me. Anyone that grins/smiles/laughs in these stories frighten me.
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