One aspect of watching a horror movie that always makes the film a little bit less scary is remembering that it’s not real. Even if it’s an allegedly “true story,” it’s not actually happening at this moment, and you can always just cover your eyes or turn off the television to make it stop.
It’s much creepier, however, when you spot something terrifying in real life… Redditors have been recalling the scariest things they’ve ever witnessed that nobody else believes happened, so we’ve gathered their spookiest stories below. It may not be time to get ready for Halloween yet, but we’re always in the mood for a spine-chilling tale! So enjoy reading through these stories, and be sure to upvote the ones that you’re totally convinced happened.
#1
I used to have a buddy that lived in the same neighborhood, a few streets over. One night we were having a couple of beers in his backyard while playing cards. I had some things to do the next morning so just before ten I said my good-byes and shoved off.
It was a short walk (MAYBE 15 minutes door-to-door) so I never drove. Anyway, it was a nice night... uneventful trip. But when I got home, my roommate was coming out the front door, coffee in hand, and dressed for work. He gave me a funny look and said he thought I was asleep since my truck was in the driveway. I told him where I'd been and asked why he was going in to work at night.
That's when he kind of laughed and asked if I was drunk. We stared at each other for a minute and then he told me it was just after 5 IN THE MORNING and he was going in just like he usually did.
In my entire life, I'd never felt more confused than I did in that moment. I could tell he was dead serious but I KNEW I had just left my friend's house.
I checked my phone and sure enough... 5-something in the AM. My roommate left for work. I paced circles in the living room for a bit then called the friend whose house I'd just left. He groggily answered and confirmed I'd left at ten the previous evening.
I have no idea what happened during those 7 hours of my life and it gives me chills to think about it all these years later. I wasn't drunk, I wasn't tired, no one could have slipped anything in either of the two Coors lights I'd had...no known medical conditions that would have caused me to blackout, and nothing has happened like it since.
I just don't know what happened to that time.
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#2
When I was three, we were picking up my grandparents for a Sunday drive. I was sitting in the back seat on the passenger side. My grandfather was sitting in front of me.
Suddenly he keeled over, dead of a massive stroke. As they hustled my little sister and me out of the car and into my grandparents' store, I happened to look over my shoulder and plainly saw Grandpa walking down the street with two men.
Both were dressed in suits, which made it all the more incongruous that Grandpa was wearing the same gray sweater and peaked hat he'd been wearing a moment before in the car. There was nothing particularly creepy about the experience, except that I wouldn't accept that Grandpa was dead because, after all, I'd just seen him walking down the street. Naturally, this didn't go over very well. But I loved my grandpa, I didn't want him to be dead- and I knew what I had seen!
When our family doctor arrived to pronounce Grandpa dead, my mother asked me if I would take his word for it. We had a very good, trusting relationship with our doctor, so I said that I would. The doctor assured me that my grandfather had in fact died.
But he was the only grown up who didn't treat me like I was crazy. He listened respectfully as I told him what I had seen, and he suggested that maybe the men in the suits were angels. This seemed reasonable. Problem solved.
But to this day I can still see Grandpa walking down the street with those two men. And no matter what my parents tried to tell me, it wasn't just a guy who looked like Grandpa coincidentally wearing exactly the same clothes he'd been wearing in the car. It was him.
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#3
Alright, buckle in.
My neighbor was dying of a heart condition about 6 years ago. He knew he was, so he was giving away his valuables to people he trusted with them. Neighbor gave me his tackle box. He loved to fish. I would see him come home from fishing every day and he’d just sit on his porch and skin fish. I just put the tackle box in my closet and didn’t really do anything with it since I don’t fish. Anyways, soon after, he passed away in his home. Exactly a week after that, I woke up to the tackle box at the foot of my bed. Weird, but my stepdad likes to d**k around, figured it was him, so I put it back. The next morning, I wake up, it’s at the foot of my bed again. So, I ask my stepdad what the deal was, and he had no idea what I was talking about. To test this, I put the tackle box in a spot that he wouldn’t find, nor would he attempt to get it. Under my bed, all the way in the back against the wall, and I put stuff in front of it to conceal it. Next morning, nothing. Okay, I guess it was him. Didn’t give it much thought after that. 3 days pass, I wake up one morning and there it is, at the foot of my bed. F**k. Now i’m starting to freak out. So I did what any rational person would and I went fishing with it. After I went fishing, I put the tackle box away, and it hasn’t moved since then. It’s still there.
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#4
Had my laptop in my bed just before going to sleep (not plugged in, on battery). Made an offhand comment on some website about how I wasn’t scared of ghosts and didn’t believe in them. Then I turned it off and went to sleep with the laptop beside me in my bed.
Next morning when I try to power it on, nothing happens. But the laptop feels unusually light. That’s when I realized the battery had been physically removed and placed in the kitchen.
I was alone in my apartment and do not have a history of sleepwalking at all.
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#5
I saw a panther sized black cat darting out of a water retention/artificial forest near a school in the desert. Logically, it shouldn't be able to survive there but holy s**t I saw it. Animal control wouldn't let that exist, there isn't really food enough for it, and the summers get dangerously hot if you've got black fur. Must have been 4-5 feet long. It doesn't make sense, but I 100% saw it, and so did the friend I was with.
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#6
I was walking to class from the dining hall on my campus when I saw a lady yelling for help and banging on a window of a nearby building.
Lots of people were walking past but I was the only one who seemed to acknowledge it. I went to the window to help and she told me she was locked in a room in the building and that she needed me to come in and open the door.
Now, I have no idea the layout of this building and where she was located. So I decided to call campus security for help despite her pleading with me not to call them and to just let her out. I call them and when I hear them coming I go to greet them so I can take them to the window.
I leave for maybe a maximum of fifteen seconds and when I return with campus security she is gone. We can't see her at the window and campus security goes inside to double check and sure enough there is no trace of her.
Campus security definitely thought I was crazy and I'm sure my professor thought I was full of s**t when I explained to him why I was late. No one seems to believe me that this happened but I swear it did.
FAQS: I am female/It is a very old campus with lots of random historic buildings that people don't really use and this building was one of them/The area has a very high crime rate so it probably was a robbery.
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#7
Not quite sure how young I was at the time but it was probably between 5-8.
I was in my babysitter bed at the time in her trailer park. It was 3:00am I had woken up because I had to pee. When I woke up I looked down the hallway to see my babysitter leaning against the wall like one of the stereotypical cool guys do in movies. And I made eye contact and I felt my body go cold because she was still sound asleep next to me in bed. I went under the blankets trying to hide and when I looked back she was gone. I didn’t want to sound crazy so I’ve never told anyone. I just sat in her bed watching infomercials until 6:00am when she woke up. Never even thought about sleeping there again. I honestly forget how much this affected me until I started writing this. Really freaked me out man.
Edit: since I never told anyone idk if it belongs here, but no one in my family believes in ghost, so if I were to tell them I guarantee it’d be dismissed.
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#8
Footsteps and banging in my attic. For about 2 months, almost every night I would hear from my attic (the steps are only like 5 feet from my room) small taps or footsteps. Then it gradually got louder to the point it sounded like an audible foot was pressing on the wood. I told my dad and he told me it wad probably an animal that got up there or something. Thing is, my sister heard it too as her bedroom was in the same hallway as mine. My dad might've been right as it was completely gone after 2-3 months and right now at 2 AM, I don't hear it. And I swear to god if I hear it after I post this I'm actually gonna p**s my pants.
Edit: a commentor also reminded me that about 3 times I heard a loud bang, like something knocking REALLY loud on the roof. My heart would skip a beat when that happened. I'm so f*****g relieved whatever was up there is gone now or else I felt like I woulda gone crazy.
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#9
Not sure if this counts because I have at least two people that do believe me. After coming home from work one day I was walking through my kitchen towards the living room when a frying pan just flew across the room, and hit me square between the shoulders. My roommate, and a friend of his both saw it happen, and lost their s**t.
Wasn't the only time we saw weird s**t in that house. I saw a shadow person in the same spot almost every day. Heard extremely heavy footsteps stomping across our roof with no explanation. My roommate says he saw a full laundry basket just flip itself upside down while it was flat on the ground. He also claims to have seen an "ugly little green goblin looking demon" in our living room one night.
So, yeah. That's all I got.
Edit: I see several people suggesting carbon monoxide poisoning as a possible explanation. We have several brand new detectors all through the house. Since its a rental we also just recently had to pass an inspection from the city that checked all the appliances etc.
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#10
Fishing on Lake Minnewanka in Banff national park with a good freind. About 50 feet from shore.
Around 8:30 pm
I see glowing red eyes. Up in the trees. Like .... red... like predator i guess. I do a double - take... they are gone.
I decide not to say anything, maybe I'm trippin. Did just smoke up. Nope. 5 mins later my buddy says "I just seen some glowing red eyes up in the top of those trees."
I feel goosebumps. "Yup, I saw them too".
We look back and they are gone. We decide to aim the boat towards the shoreline. It's not dark yet but sun is going down. We saw nothing. No owls, no goats in the trails. We didn't get off the boat but we had a good look around.
When I ask him about it (this was around 10 years ago) he just says he doesn't want to talk about it.
I can't blame him. But after all these years I've never heard or seen anything like those glowing red eyes, 30 - 40 feet up in the trees. Staring at us.
i copied and pasted this next part, I knew nothing about the history when we went fishing there..
"For more than 100 centuries, people hunted and camped along the original shores of Lake Minnewanka. The Stoney people called it “Minn-waki” or “Lake of the Spirits”. They respected and feared this lake for its resident spirits. The Early Europeans called it Devil's Lake."
I used to go camping there. I do not any more. Mostly because it's bear country for most of the summer. But yeah also because of those bright red eyes. I will never forget that. Most surreal thing I've ever seen.
#11
Not sure if it counts as creepy or overall scary, but it was weird. Back in high school I lived in a large apartment complex, it was maybe around 8-9 at night and completely dark. I was with a group of friends 4 or 5 people, we were just talking and messing around with a friends pair of walkie talkies as we decided to look up in the sky as 2 fireballs or what can be described as fireballs just appear in the sky and slowly move in a line, just as that happened we started getting what sounded like military communication over said walkie talkies that was really static but words came in every now and then. About 10 or so mins later the fireballs disappeared and the communication cut out. There was absolutely nothing about this on the news the next morning, and no one ever believed me.
Edit: the sky was clear, no clouds, and the only military base in my whole state was 30ish miles away. Luke AFB.
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#12
Just after high school, maybe six months or so after 9-11, I was a van driver who drove the meals for meals on wheels to the place where they get packaged up and taken for home delivery. Anyway the delivery van only had am/fm radio and I was listening to 92.5 fm, when all of a sudden the station cuts out and a transmition that I can only describe as an american version of a numbers station began playing. It was seemingly random nymbers followed by a long period of the same phrase repeated over and over again. The phrase was "they took the crosstown bus", over and over again. None of the other drivers heard it but man was it creepy to hear. Eventually the regular radio station came back on and they never mentioned anything about it.
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#13
Ah!! I wrote about this a while ago. None of my family really believes me, everyone just dismissed me as "imagining things." Copy and pasting below.
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So I was getting on the elevator in the metro. To get from the train platform to the main platform with the turnstiles and exit, you have to take the elevator. So I got on with this older guy, it was just us two.
And I glanced over and this guy was watching me. Pointedly. And he was smiling but not in a nice, welcoming way. You know in cliche creepy pastas where they talk about monsters with "unnaturally wide smiles"? That's exactly the kind of smile this guy had.
Anyway, I looked away from him because I thought he was just crazy or something. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw him making these weird gestures all over his chest. It almost looked like he was making the sign of the cross or something.
Finally, the elevator doors opened and we both got off and walked towards the turnstiles. I swiped my card to exit and then turned around to see if this dude was following me.
And he was... gone.
There was nowhere else he could have gone, we were at the only exit for the station. Unless he turned back, ran and got on another elevator in about four seconds...
I don't know. I don't know where the f**k he went.
Anyway. I'm from a small town and sometimes weird things happen in the city that I don't quite understand but I just chalk it up to me being practically a redneck. But this was... really out there. And it's been bothering me.
Anyway. There we go, that's all. Thanks for reading.
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#14
The scariest thing i saw was at the age of 16, i woke up early in the morning (4:30-5-ish AM) me and some friends were supposed to go on a roadtrip for the weekend (we had a long af ride to one of the stops we wanted to visit, and didn't wanna be there too late) i look out my window and it's still a kinda dark outside, i walk downstairs and see wet footprints all over the house, and suddenly a big man (Like 6'7''. i was around 6'1'' at the time) just bolt past me and out the front door.
Not really creepy, but i shat at least 5 bricks and bolted upstairs to my dad.
Nothing got stolen, but things were scattered all over the house.
#15
I woke up to something, it sounded like a door shutting. At first I thought it was a dream because I could hear it in the dream as I was waking up, kinda like when someone calls your name when you’re dreaming. But then I looked at my cat, his hair was completely standing up and he was beaming at my bedroom door. This was the moment when I got really scared bc i know animals can pick up on that s**t and I thought he might know somethings wrong. My cat doesn’t do this type of thing unless a dog is in the room.
So I looked over at the door and the only way I can describe it is it looked like it was swaying, slowly, like it was breathing, like someone was standing on the other side of it trying to hear if I was awake. This swaying was accompanied by a shadow. *I don’t mean a supernatural shadow, but it looked like the shadow of a person behind the door.
I was paralyzed in fear. I lied there for 5 minutes naked watching this door away. I considered yelling and trying to scare them away but I was terrified someone might respond. I legitimately thought this was the moment where I will have to defend myself or be killed.
I don’t own a gun but after 10 minutes or so I mustered up the courage to check every room in the house. I f*****g checked every corner too. But there was no one there.
I don’t know what happened, but my evolutionary traits kicked in and I completely believed someone was outside my door.
Edit: The, “accompanied by a shadow” part was not a shadow figure, it was like the shadow you’d see if something was on the other side of a c*****d door. I don’t know if that makes the story less scary or what, but just wanted to be clear.
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#16
I used to do this as a kid, but I’d hallucinate stuff like shadows arguing or “corner of my eye” people. I know the things I see aren’t real and can’t hurt me, but it still doesn’t change the fact that I’m terrified shitless of them.
The scariest one was reoccurring. It’s more recent and I’m chalking up it’s creation to me being stressed out. It would perch on my table and watch me from across my bedroom. It’s always dark but I know that if I can see it, it can see me. When I’d say something about it, everyone would laugh and say that I was nuts/I was cursed. I haven’t seen it in a few months and idk if it’ll come back.
Edit:
Today I learned, I might have a brain tumor or (more popularly) schizophrenia. Guys, I really appreciate your advice.
I just don’t want to have an evaluation only to get a whole bunch of mental illnesses stamped on my forehead.
Edit #2: I’m aware of the things that might be wrong with me. Thank you for your insight and most of you have been helpful. I am looking into what I should do in terms of getting this whole thing figured out.
#17
In the same room of my old house, I have seen a convulsed face floating outside my window, my brother has also seen it too. I saw the same face over a number of periods and it would do stuff like smile and float closer and further from the glass.
Our youngest brother a few years later complained that he didn't want to play with the boy in his room anymore as he was getting too much blood on his toys. It was the same room.
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#18
We had this punching bag (On the ground, not hanging on the air) that we took the bag off of, leaving only the thing that brings the punching bag back to you. We were wondering what to do with it. The next few days, my mom was doing some arts and crafts project (she was big on it lately) and made this dragon head. She called it George and hung it on that punching bag thing. When I slept, it was directly in my eyesight if I looked through my bedroom door. Sometimes, when I was having trouble sleeping, I could swear that the head turned 90 degrees to look directly at me. When I blinked, it was back to normal. This happened many times over the course of 4 years before George started falling apart. I was happy, but my mom was sad. Even when I told her what I saw, she thought I was just having bad dreams. I'm sure that dragon head was looking straight at me.
#19
When I was 7 or 8, I would have a reoccurring nightmare that one of my dolls came to life, played with me, and then would try to pull me into my closet with her. I’d follow her into the closet at first, but then she’d show me this little door at the back of the closet, and my heart would start to race. I don’t know what it was about that door, but I knew something bad would happen if I went through it. I’d start to struggle and try to pull away, but the doll was too strong and would start pulling me through the door. At this point in the dream, I’d always wake up screaming. The worst part was I had night terrors, so sometimes I’d wake up standing next to my closet. Every night before bed, I’d make my parents make sure there wasn’t a little door at the back of my closet. There never was.
Anyway, I was talking to my mom the other day and this dream came up. I’m laughing about it and how ridiculously paranoid I was about dolls and that closet, but my mom gets really quiet. She tells me the creepy part of that dream wasn’t the doll; it was the fact that there used to be a little door at the back of the closet, but when I was one year old, they remodeled the house and put a wall where the door used to be. There’s no way I could have remembered that door, but years later, I kept dreaming about it.
None of my friends believe this story, but I swear it’s true.
#20
This was 4 years ago. As I was walking on the sidewalk on a busy afternoon, I saw a suspicious boy/man about 18 yo. He was 10 meters away and walking what it looked like towards me. I kept my eyes on him despite the fact that he wasn’t looking directly at me, his eyes were roaming jumping from an object to an object. As we approached one another, half a meter away from each other he takes out a knife and tries to stab me in my left side. He wasn’t really fast, so I easily dodged it and immediately turn to see who is he, or if he is trying to stab me again. To my surprise he continues walking and after couple of meters he stopes turns around smiles and gives me thumbs up, then he continues walking in the opposite direction.
Till this day I don’t know who he was, what he wanted and even my family doesn’t believe me, because “if someone wanted to stab you, you can‘t stop him. You aren’t experienced enough to dodge it like that” and something of that kind.
#21
It was afternoon in the middle of summer. I was delivering soda to an old mental hospital that was in the process of being shut down.
My call sheet didn’t say which of the several buildings I should go to so I was trying doors on all of them until I got one that opened. The building that did open was the crappiest looking so far; it was missing bricks, and looked somehow just darker than the others. Like it suddenly wasn’t such a sunny summer day anymore.
I was ready to get suddenly shanked by modern day Sarah Connor as I walked down this empty hallway trying to find...anyone who worked there. Finally found someone and got their liquid diabetes order into their break room. By this time I’d been there an hour and really had to pee. I asked the lady if I could use theirs and she pointed me down the hall.
There was one of those sudden wall and floor style changes right before the bathroom like you get in old buildings where an addition is made way later. The bathroom is on the old side, darker and colder than the side where the break room was. I really have to go though, and as a woman in a male dominated industry I’d peed in more awkward circumstances, so I walked in. It’s a one toilet deal and I locked the door behind me after finding the light switch, because there was no window.
I sat and started the stream before realizing that it was a combo toilet shower room, with the shower recessed into the wall right in front of where I was sitting. All dirty institutional tile with an old, old school set of f*****g chains and manacles for uncooperative patients bolted into the wall.
It was the creepiest thing I’d ever seen. And as I peed and stared those f*****g chains started SWAYING BACK AND FORTH ON THE G*****N WALL.
Y’all, do your kegels because I cut off that stream while I was standing and pulling my pants up so fast I broke the sound barrier. The chains were still clanging around while I was struggling with the rusty old deadbolt on the door of that godforsaken, haunted-a*s ancient lunatics’ bathroom. I ran down that hallway out to the truck fit to start crying, and I was not any kind of stranger to weird haunted things like that. It somehow scared me worse than growing up in a ghost-ridden house ever did.
Mental hospitals being decommissioned, never again.
#22
Two stories here, both about my grandma.
Near the end my grandma had trouble controlling her bowels, wore a diaper and would typically go all over the toilet. After she passed(she passed in the house under professional care) my family cleaned out the house, took the wallpaper down, cleaned the place spotless, because we were going to move in in the next month or two. About a week after we finished cleaning we went back to make sure everything was good, we get to the bathroom my grandma used and there was literal s**t everywhere, the walls, the ceiling, behind the shower curtain, literally the entire bathroom was essentially coated. Freaked me out because I knew it had to be my grandma, no burst pipes or anything wrong with the plumbing.
Second story:
We ended up moving in after the “shituation”. My parents were out of town, so my brother and I had some friends over, we were in the basement playing magic the gathering when I went upstairs to grab everyone drinks. In line of sight from the fridge was the tv in our family room, out of nowhere the tv turns on full volume to the show The Commissioner, which was my grandmas favorite show, she was also hard of hearing so it being at full volume was normal for her. I freaked the f**k out and ran into the basement to get my brother, we go upstairs and the tv is off but the recliner is reclined. I shouldn’t have been scared because it had to be my grandma, but I young. We lived in that house a few more years and a few other things happened but those two stick out to me because they were so close to when she died.
#23
This makes me sound f*****g crazy but anyways:
It was a warm summer morning back when I was a kid. I was standing in our hallway, putting on my shoes when I randomly peeked into our living room and saw a see-through male figure surrounded by rainbow coloured light standing right in the middle of the living room. He was reading a book and didn't seem to notice me. I thought it was weird but I didn't feel scared or anything. It felt like the room was filled with a warm, loving energy if that makes sense. I kinda just shrugged it off and went about my day, probably because I was too young to really understand what I'd seen. A few days later when my mom tucked me into bed she read me a bedtime story about a kid who meets an angel or something like that, don't remember the story exactly but what is interesting is the authors description of what that angel looked like. It was exactly the same as the strange rainbow man I had seen in our living room a couple of days before. It even said that angels will often visit humans surrounded by a strong, rainbow coloured lightening and manifest themselves while reading a book*.*
I casually blurted out:"*Oh, I've seen an angel then!"* and my mom was like:"*You have? That's great!"* and we didn't talk more about that for a while until one day where I randomly asked my mom if I could see a picture of my grandad who died unexpectedly while my mom was pregnant with me.She found an old family album and we looked through pictures of my parents' wedding that happened exactly one year before I was born. There was a picture of three or four people sitting together, laughing and having a great time at the party. I immediately pointed out the guy who sat in the middle and said:*"How funny! He looks just like the angel I saw!!"* and my moms face turned white as a ghost. She was just about to tell me that this was indeed my deceased grandfather who I never got to meet. I'm very convinced it was him visiting me.
#24
Ghost story time.
I was living with a few of my friends a year and a half ago and we’re all pretty religious— at least two of us work in religion. We were talking about how we didn’t believe in ghosts or demons, at least in the sense that we couldn’t see them if they were real. We started talking about how if we saw one it would change our perspective entirely. I said out loud, “If something is here I wish it would just show us”.
Two nights later I’m sound asleep and have the most vivid, brutal nightmare I’ve ever had. Long story short I was in my childhood house, we were getting robbed, and the robber shot my father only it was me (I was the robber). My father and I had a very strained relationship and the detail of the shooting woke me up in tears. I mean I was SOBBING.
I looked at the foot of my bed and saw a man sitting on his heels staring at me. It looked like he was 80 years old but never hit puberty— that’s as best I can describe it. His face looked kind but his eyes looked so wicked it struck terror into my soul. He almost looked curious, but morbidly so. He was wearing clothes that looked like he was a newspaper salesman from 1890’s New York. I only saw him for a split second and he was gone. The wild thing is I got ALL OF THAT DETAIL in just a split second, like he wanted me to remember him.
HERES THE CRAZY PART. So I was spooked to s**t right? I went into our living room and watched YouTube and some twitch streams for a bit until I convinced myself I was just half asleep and still spooked. I lay back in bed and the moment my head hits the pillow my room mate sits straight up in bed (still asleep), points at the foot of my bed and says, “_______ (my name), who is that”? I LOST MY GOD D**N MIND. I literally drove home at 3am and told my parents through tears I wanted to stay home until summer.
I stayed at home for a week or so and then went back. My room mate started having night terrors after that but we moved soon after. I’ve never been so scared in all of my life.
EDIT: I’ve had question about my room mates night terrors. The one I saw happened the first night I was back.
Basically we’re both sound asleep and he wakes up screaming. I don’t mean yelling, I mean SCREAMING. It sounded like an animal in pain, for those of you who have been hunting before— he sounded like a dear screaming after being shot. I got down on the floor (he just slept on a mattress) and tried to calm him down but we locked eyes and he started to try to climb over me— still screaming. He looked afraid, absolutely terrified. After two or three minutes he stopped all of the sudden, started mumbling and went back to sleep. I was holding his hands and our fingers were locked like when you wrestle and I had bruises the next day because of how hard he squeezed.
The next morning I asked him if he remembers waking up screaming and he said, “No but I had a CRAZY dream. You got down from your bed and started attacking me but you were covered in this black sludge. Like your face was melting off but it was this tar-like goo that smelled like decay”. After that two of my other room mates and I got together and prayed in our room. Nothing quite as bad happened after that.
Some other less entertaining stuff happened like couches being stripped of their cushions and things spilling in the middle of the night. One time a bottle of wine just f*****g exploded out of nowhere and scared us to death. Thanks for the silver, was my first!
EDIT #2: To be clear, I’m a seminary student and I work in ministry for high school students. Not exactly a “youth pastor”, but sort of. I don’t believe in spiritual healings or anything like that, I’m much more naturalistic about my beliefs but these things really happened, whether it was a hallucination or genuine spiritual thing I have no idea, I don’t like to think about it.
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#25
This may be long and it isn't a "no one believes me/us" scenario due to the amount of us involved, more of "a lot of skepticism" thing.
Back Story: (You'll Need It)
I grew up in a small California desert tourist town called Joshua Tree. Home of the Joshua Tree National Park (those of us that are older call it "The Monument" as it was that before National Parkdom). I was in my early 20's at the time of this, which was approximately 14 years ago, and was the only one with a car and a license.
Growing up in a small desert town leaves you will limited options for fun and we would make use of the park. Occasionally, maybe once a week or so, a group of us would pile in to the station wagon with beer, smokes and a mix tape and drive through the park late at night. An empty road, so dark and quite other than the loud group of guys in a red Mercury driving fast from one enterance to another. Hours would go by each time as we drove the long desolate road and stopped at various rocks we liked to climb.
And I can't understate how desolate it was. How alone. No other cars, no lights... except the occasional road work sign when warranted. Hell, that was exactly what we thought it was....
This trip started like every other, except maybe more of us than usual. Crammed in that car, windows down as I chain smoked and drove a good 20mph over the speed limit, gravel spitting up as we had a good time. Shortly in to the trip I saw a light. A blue light. Possibly (and it was) miles and miles ahead. That is the thing about dark, light is free to shine. I remember saying something about having to slow down at some point ahead, must be some road construction left by itself up ahead. Had to be a sign, the light hadn't moved.
We continued for a few miles to one of our favorite stops and got out. We climbed for a while, maybe 45 minutes or so. Drank a little. Joked. The norm. Then we piled back in and continued.
Let me be clear, this light never moved and we had already been about an hour in to our adventure.
Why would the sign have a BLUE light??
As we approached the light I started to slow.... and slowed more and more as we approached the source.
It wasn't a sign, it wasn't a car, it wasn't a UFO.
Standing on the side of the road, facing towards us unmoving for over an hour at this point, was a man. A pale white man, white beard, dirty old miner clothing with an old mining helmet and a pickaxe. His light giving off an unnatural blue light. His face blank but he stared at us, directly at all of us. We sped up and as we drove by faster, his head turning to keep pace with us as we left. His light visible, unmoving once again, facing us the entire trip out.
I remember looking at the car clock shortly after passing him, it was d**n near exactly 1:00 AM when we passed him. We never saw a car, hell.. a horse, any way for this old sickly pale miner to get in to the park, nor any reason for him to be there. Worst of all we estimated that this miner had to have been standing there, facing us, for at least an hour and a half never moving. Not once did that light flicker as if he looked down for a moment, or turned his head... He just stood there staring down a road at a car full of dumbasses.
We never saw him again. However, a couple of years ago I decided to check to see if anyone experienced the same. I found one other story of a couple that saw him near where we did. Standing there, staring late at night.
As a man I wish we would have stopped. Even if it would have been the most horrifying thing ever, I wish we would have stopped because I honestly believe there was a ghost of a dead miner out in that park and I would know for sure today.
