Category: creepy people

“So, I’ve always had a connection to the weird. I get those feelings, and the place turns out to be haunted. I have nightmares, then something bad happens. I hear three knocks, and somebody dies. It’s always happened. This story, I didn’t have a part in.

My brother was very… uptight. He thought he knew everything, ya know, one of those guys. Not anymore. Him and my mom were driving home one day (I live right next to a farm, my house is in the woods) and my brother was arguing about something I don’t know what, but he suddenly stops when the start to pass the farm field. My mom looks over and she said she immediately stepped on the gas. They both saw a man, dressed in all black, standing on the side of the road. When my mom sped up, my brother turned around and he wasn’t there anymore.

A couple years later, my friend drove up to my house, and was crying when she got out of her car… she saw the same guy standing at the top of my road.

We never found out if he was real or not but it was sure as hell creepy.”

By: @motherofdraggingthesehoes

“So, I’ve always had a connection to the weird. I get those feelings, and the place turns out to be haunted. I have nightmares, then something bad happens. I hear three knocks, and somebody dies. It’s always happened. This story, I didn’t have a part in.

My brother was very… uptight. He thought he knew everything, ya know, one of those guys. Not anymore. Him and my mom were driving home one day (I live right next to a farm, my house is in the woods) and my brother was arguing about something I don’t know what, but he suddenly stops when the start to pass the farm field. My mom looks over and she said she immediately stepped on the gas. They both saw a man, dressed in all black, standing on the side of the road. When my mom sped up, my brother turned around and he wasn’t there anymore.

A couple years later, my friend drove up to my house, and was crying when she got out of her car… she saw the same guy standing at the top of my road.

We never found out if he was real or not but it was sure as hell creepy.”

By: @motherofdraggingthesehoes

“Okay, let me preface this with the fact that this kind of stuff seems to happen to my family a lot. My mother, a nurse, will tell stories of seeing a little girl wandering her hospital just before people die. People getting a ‘last wind’, meaning that they come back for a short time after they die, as if to give their family some comfort. Real-life horrors like a man who had come in off of the streets and plainly asked a doctor if he had ever noticed how hard it was to cut through bone, to which the doctor asked what he went and was shown the mans finger, still on his hand, which he had been cutting away at for what could only be assumed as a long time and was down to the bone. 

But, all of this aside, the only unexplainable things that ever happen to me seem to be paranormal, which I am incredibly thankful for. Now, by no means will I say that I’m extremely brave, but i’d like to think that I’m not a complete wuss. But, what I’m going to tell you still, to this day, freaks me out endlessly. 

My mom, great aunt, grandmother and I had been on a trip to the mountains to see the flowers bloom. Clearly, my thirteen-year-old mind wasn’t entertained by three middle-aged to elderly women in a car for two days for that long. Of course, there will always be the random shit that they’d say that they shouldn’t have, like my grandmothers apparent early love for a guy in her tiny hometown that drove a motorcycle and smoked. All of that said, I can safely say it want the worst trip I’ve ever been on.
After dropping them off at my grandmothers backwoods house, my mom and I started the hour and a half journey home. It got dark quickly but my no-bullshit mother made me feel safe as she’s been known to control raging men in her hospital. We started down a road i’d been down thousands of time, one that, during the day, is gorgeous. Golden corn stalks line the right side of the dirt road hundreds of rows deep. Occasionally, there are little paths through the corn, you know, standard. On the other side of the road, the only thing you can see is thick underbrush and tall oaks. 

We were listening to the radio and having a random conversation when, suddenly, we noticed a truck in front of us. We slowed down, figuring that we had just been driving a little quicker than we thought we were. I noticed that the truck had no license plates, but I want really surprised. Again, my grandmother lives in a backwoods middle of no where hick town, so seeing a truck, normally used for farms, with no license plates normal. He slowed down and pulled to the side of the road next to a drive way but, oddly, didn’t pull fully in. His car came to a complete stop, far from the mailbox, and he turned it off but kept the lights on. My mom tensed, her hands gripping the wheel tighter. I heard her mumbling that she would hit him if he came towards us, that she wouldn’t be scared to hit him. Slowly, she gave the car some gas, creeping slowly past the truck. 

Now, I swear when i tell you this it wasn’t a product of my imagination. It wasn’t because I was tried or because I was scared. I swear to you that this is exactly what I saw. 

As we passed the truck, out of pure fear of letting the man out of my sight, I turned and watched him as we passed. When I looked in, his lights were on and he was staring at me as if he was memorizing my face. I must have took in a breath, because my mom slammed on the gas, rocks flying behind her little red minivan. Still, I couldn’t take my eyes off of his truck in the rear view mirror. He turned it on, and without stopping, he drove directly into the field. 

When we stopped to get gas my mom had to beg me to get out of the car in the dark parking lot. We drove home in near silence, and, when we got home, I silently went up stairs and went to bed. 

I still think about that guy pretty often. I find myself wondering if he really was memorizing my face and, if so, why? Was he crazy? Was he planning something? What if my mom wasn’t as street smart as she is? What if she hadn’t sped up? Why did he go into the field?

I don’t have the answers, but what I do know is that my mom absolutely refuses to drive with just the two of us in the car at night in sparsely populated areas.
And who knows, maybe he was just being kind and letting us pass him so he could pull into the field without interrupting our commute. Honestly, I hope that’s what it was. 

I often wonder if i’ll ever see him again. 

I hope not.”

By: @bethasaurousrex

“So the activity at my mom’s house has died down almost completely since my dad moved out, but the freakiest thing that happened since then is easily one of the worst to date.

I was home alone one night; my mom was at her boyfriend’s house and my sister was either at our dad’s house or with a friend. It was around 9 pm, and I was just chilling in my room(the way the house is set up, my bedroom window is located directly above the back door).

I started to hear some weird scraping sounds from outside, and at first didn’t think much of it. They started to get louder, and my dog started to growl at it so after a few minutes I tried to look out my window to see if there was an animal from the woods or something that had wandered onto the porch and was scraping on the sliding-glass door for whatever reason. It was too dark to see anything, so I tried to ignore it.

Then, the scraping stopped, and was replaced by that kind of squeaking sound it makes when you drag your hands down glass. It was such a weirdly specific sound, but I immediately knew what it was. The dog was still growling, but at this point since I was otherwise home alone I decided to just lock us in my room and wait. I texted my mom about it so she’d be aware when she got home, and sat down on my bed with my loaded bow in case it was someone trying to break in. It stopped after maybe ten minutes, everything was fine when my mom got home, and that was that. There’s a curtain that hangs over the door, and neither of us bothered to pull it aside and look out there.

Then, the next morning, my little sister and I went outside through the garage and eventually made our way to the backyard. We were standing so that she was facing the house and I was facing away from it. I told her about what happened the night before, and was sort of joking about it, figuring that I’d overreacted due to a previous experience. When I mentioned that it happened at the back door, she looked towards the back of the house and immediately turned white as a sheet. She pointed to the house, and told me to look, so I turned around and followed her gaze.

The sliding glass door was covered in streaky, muddy hand prints.”

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By: @destielrecycling

“The town I grew up in had a lake that had a huge dam. On the lake side of the dam you could walk down the length of the dam when the water was down. Basically you were between the dam and the lake. I was a sophomore in high school and had taken a lady friend down that path for a little alone time. It was towards nightfall and the lake had lots of dead trees sticking out of the water. But this particular spot had only one tree sticking out of the water I’d say about 300 yards or so from us. We sat down on a big rock and were passing the time, I’d say we were there for about an hour.

Now mind you, there were no noises that night minus crickets and wind, so you could have easily heard any movement in the water and any person could have heard us as well. We’re having a nice conversation when what we initially thought was a tree fucking moved. The splashing noise of feet walking in the water was startling and we realized the tree was moving towards us. Fuck!

It’s pace was very quickly coming our way, it was clearly headed our way and seemed intent on engaging us. We high-tailed it out of there. Back at the car we assessed our situation, we were literally in the middle of nowhere. This person had been standing in knee-deep water very still for over an hour. It was impossible for them to be fishing, because we would have heard/seen any movement and they were clearly walking towards us quickly.

Deciding to act brave, I decided to go back and check out the area. As I headed down the path I could see a person walking through the field in the opposite direction.

Can’t explain what that person could have possibly been doing, nor can I explain why, if they were friendly, why they wouldn’t have notified us of their presence earlier. Fuckin’ scary man…”

By: neverbeentovegas (What is the scariest (unexplainable)
thing that has happened to you?

“Look, I am not religious and I am pretty skeptical about the paranormal even though I have seen things that made me remain open minded.

The thing I want to talk about happened a few days back. I was at my parents’ house in the countryside (I’m not from the US, I’m from Europe) and I was sleeping in the living room. 

Now, the house layout is like this: there is only one entrance, from which starts a hallway that ends with the bathroom. Along the hallway are three doors–my parent’s bedroom, my little sister’s bedroom and the living room (it’s a small house). The kitchen is in a separate building, and in the back of the house is a small shed. We also have 2 dogs outside. 

Anyway, I’m rambling. The thing that happened was when my mom, my sister and my cousin were sleeping in my sister’s bedroom while I was in the living room because the room is very big so it’s colder during night (it’s summer, it’s hot). During that night I could hear barefoot footsteps on the hone tiles. 

At first I thought it was my mom walking in the hallway but the steps moved around the house and I realized they were from the porch. This alone was kinda freaky, I mean who walk barefoot in front of someone else’s house? But then it started getting creepier ‘cause I could hear something made of plastic being rattled outside.

It took me around 5 seconds to realise that the sound was from the exterior door (It’s a double door, the kind with 2 sets of doors that open in different directions. I don’t know how it’s called). Someone was trying to open the exterior door. I was freaked out especially because my dogs were barking like crazy. They are in an enclosed space because they are guard dogs and we don’t want them to attack anyone even though they are not very aggressive dogs. I was laying in my bed and listening how the rattling at the door stopped only to hear it at the living room window. It stopped soon but the footsteps didn’t. I only fell asleep around 2-3 am and when I did the footsteps were still walking around the house.

Now I am not sure if it was something supernatural or not but I tend to think so because it just felt…weird. Like the footsteps didn’t have any weight to them. They were just sound. And the rattlings too. I honestly don’t know what would be scarier, it being a supernatural phenomenon or it being a person that actually wanted to break into our house and kept circling it for hours (barefooted!!!)…”

By: Andrew

“I was taking a walk with my husband, our baby, and our dogs. As we passed an older house in a cool part of town a rottweiler joined us and wouldn’t leave us to go back the way he came. When we got to a busy intersection, I took one of my dogs leashes off and looped the other through both of my dogs’ collars and leashed up the Rottie with the first. He had a tag with a phone number and address, so I planned on calling them at our home. When we got home, I called and left a message and hopped in the car with the Rottie to take him to the address (it was on the street he’d taken up with us.)

When I got to the door, he sat and looked through the glass expectantly but leaned hard against my leg, and I saw he was looking at a woman standing about 4 or 5 feet in, in shadow. I smiled, and she just looked between me and the dog. I tapped on the door, confused, thinking she didn’t realize we were there to talk to the people home, or maybe I’d gotten the address wrong and it wasn’t her dog. She stepped back a bit, into more shadow (at least that’s how it seemed.) I checked the collar again (the dog was ready to jump back in the Volvo, he was all done here and knew I kept the good kibble back at my place), and when I looked back, I couldn’t quite tell if she was there, and I was beginning to get uncomfortable anyway.

When I returned home a man had called. When I talked to him, he was overjoyed, he was dog-sitting and the dog had gotten out of his yard and had obviously just gone home. He’d had to confess to his friend, who’d gotten my message. He was coming right away to pick up the dog. I told him about the woman, described her, youngish, long dark brown hair with bangs, and he and a third guy, a friend of his, were baffled. They tossed around names but were certain no one had been in the house for weeks. They’d been in the house that day, thinking the dog would be there, and knew the house had been undisturbed. The dog-sitter guy went from being freaked that he’d screwed up royally almost losing the dog, now a squatter! to yeah, no, that’s not a person we know or who we think was there, um, yeah, no…

I had two vivid dreams of the woman, I think probably because I was weirded out. As a boring conclusion, I thought maybe my infant daughter would grow up to look just like the “ghost”, but she didn’t at all. :)”

By: msinformed1 (As it’s nearly Halloween, how about
we share some creepy stories? I’ll go first.
)