Category: scary stories


“So, little bit of background. I live in a town in pretty much the middle of nowhere in Montana, the population is about 2000, to the north of us between the interstate and my town there is a 30 minute deadzone, to the south I don’t even know how far the deadzone goes because that’s on the reservation. I moved here in July of 2014 right after my freshman year in high school. Before that I lived in a town in Washington about an hour North of Seattle where the high school itself had a population around 2000. It was a culture shock.

I live in what used to be the old rectory (a priest’s home) right behind a church. I’m also working at the power plant in town. I’m convinced that either I’m haunted or this whole town is. It’s probably both. When I lived in Washington I lived in a neighborhood that was still being built when my family moved in back in 2007. The house I’m living in now was built in the early 1900s, I don’t know the exact year. I’ve lost many loved ones and I’m pretty sure at least one is still around and watching me. All my life I’ve had weird things happening around me.

In Washington it wasn’t as often, there would be weird things like a noise upstairs when no one was home but me and the dogs. At first I would think nothing of it, these noises would happen off and on until I moved. Then I moved here, I’ve had weirder things happening. When I first moved in it was ‘old house noises’ a few months after I turned 16 I would see someone outside my window which isn’t exactly likely. My window is 6 or 7 feet off the ground and the person’s head was in the middle of my window. I was creeped out, so I now keep my blinds down so that they can’t see in and I can’t see out. Most recently I had shut the door to my room, locked it, and climbed into bed, five minutes later I look up and my door was wide open. Yes, I’m weird I don’t sleep well unless my bedroom door is locked.

Since I graduated high school almost a year ago I’ve been working at the plant. I’m a janitor so I work mainly alone at night and some pretty weird things have happened. For example my first week of work I was cleaning the training center I was in the back women’s bathroom. I had just finished cleaning the shower, the towels were still on the bench by the lockers. I was replacing the paper towels when out of the corner of my eye I saw a black figure sit down on the bench, knocking the towels onto the floor. I turned to tell them off and no one was there. I called out to see if anyone was in the building with me. No one answered. There have been more things happen like that, but that was the first time. I’ve heard my name be called. I’ve had my arm be yanked. I’ve been pushed. It’s getting to the point where I want to quit because I’m kind of scared for my safety. But I get paid well and I’m not ready to stop working here because I love my boss and my job.”

By: @yourgirllivvy98 


“I’ve only been to one haunted house, and I don’t intend to go back.

While real haunted houses exist, haunted houses with actors are more common and very popular around here. I went to one with my cousin and mom last year, october 15th. It was a house where you followed a story and had to find your way out.

My cousin and I got separated from my Mom, and wandered into a dungeon-themed room. Now, at a haunted house, the rules are ‘If you don’t touch the actors, they won’t touch you.’ So when I felt a breath on my neck, I thought it was my cousin, but she was on the other side of the room. My entire family is black, but my cousin looked at me and I swear on my life her face went deathly white.

I felt like I was in danger but I couldn’t move because someone was restraining me, someone laughing and swaying me back and forth. My vision clouded up and I think I started crying. My cousin was screaming and clawing at whoever, whatever, was holding me back. She pulled me away, and we turned to see a tall, skinny, white thing with no eyes or nose but a smile that radiated evil and makes me start to cry just thinking about that thing’s appearance. She grabbed my hand and we ran out of the house, through one of the emergency exists.

She bought me a water and we waited outside for my mom. When we saw her, the three of us confronted the staff, but they said that they didn’t have an actor that fit the description about the creature.

To this day, I have reoccurring nightmares of standing at the end of a hallway, unable to move, as the thing stands on the other end, smiling.”

By: @sher-the-eggling

Possession Attempt?

“Let me preference this by saying I have frequent sleep paralysis so I’m pretty used to the effects. Also, I’m in my 30’s and generally a rational adult.

We were staying in a resort hotel, the kind with an indoor waterpark and fun kids’ stuff. It was our first night and the sleeping arrangements were, my husband with our middle son, myself with our daughter and our youngest son in a crib at the foot of my bed.

I woke up facing the alarm clock which read 2:00am. I rolled over and saw what looked like the head and upper torso of an old woman floating over near the ceiling, over my youngest’s crib. Her body faded away just below her chest.  She was just staring at my little boy.

I sat up and she turned toward me with the ugliest, angriest expression I’ve ever seen. Her mouth opened wide and I felt, rather than heard, a scream. Then she launched toward me and I slammed back. I couldn’t move, I had full body pins-and-needles, and it felt like I was being forced out of my body. 

I fought back with all the stuff you use to wake out of sleep paralysis (trying to move a finger, or a foot, focusing on ‘this isn’t real, wake up’) I threw in some prayer for good measure. After what felt like ten minutes, I regained control and could move again. The old lady wasn’t there, as far as I could tell. There was no way in hell I was going back to sleep, so I grabbed my phone and glanced at the alarm clock. It read 6:00am.  What ever happened felt like a few minutes but lasted four hours.

I have never experienced anything like that before or since.  It still freaks me out.”

By: @theartofinvisibleplaces

Short Encounter

“So I moved in with my boyfriend back in September. In my childhood house there was definitely something in it (spirit, ghost, whatever you want to call it). The same goes for my boyfriend.

So at the time we had the mattress on the floor and we had a huge fan next to us due to us needing background noise to fall asleep. So one night I wake up feeling like I’m being watched. I had been there for a month or so but I wasn’t yet use to being there. I wake up feeling like someone was in the room. And then I heard the loud noise of the dangling chains on the ceiling fan hitting the ceiling (like someone smacked them). At this point I’m definitely sure someone is there. I wake up my boyfriend as quietly as I can. 

He wakes up and I tell him what happened. He gets up and turn the lights on (so brave). We stop and stare at the chains swinging back and forth. We’re both shocked seeing as the door was locked and me, our dog, and my boyfriend could not have reached the chains. Our dog, at that point starts to growl which turns to a whine at the window. The window is closed and there’s no way for someone to enter through the window unnoticed without knocking our shelves to the ground. That night I barely slept. So far nothing else has happened yet.”

By: @maythetimelordswatchoveryou

A Roadside Story

“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


“This started back in 2012, my parents sometimes leave me alone at home for work. I had a laptop and a PSP to play with and I was just tired using those so I sat down beside my bed. Checked the time and it was midnight. My room is just like any other room but its curtains are always closed so I don’t really know what’s happening or what time it is outside. 

This is where the weird part comes, I’m just laying down on the floor, bored, listening to the tick-tocks of my alarm clock for some minutes. Then my parents came back from work and knocked on the door and I opened it for them, it was 4 in the morning and the sunlight shone in my face. My family is as normal as any normal family and my dad sent the alarm clock to repairs but it didn’t show any damages. 

It happened often (like twice a week) and I really am bugged out by this for months, I didn’t tell my parents about this because I don’t want to trouble them. It’s just odd that when I relax and listen to the tick and tocks of my alarm clock, I waste three to five hours. I’m in senior high school now and it rarely happens anymore (once a month or never) because I own a digital clock now and sometimes I don’t sleep (school stuff). Sometimes I miss that alarm clock for no reason.”

By: @its-just-dex

“My immediate family goes to my grandparents’ house once a week to eat and talk or whatever, and…

“My immediate family goes to my grandparents’ house once a week to eat and talk or whatever, and sometimes the more extended family comes too. They live out in the woods near the highway so their backyard is entirely woods. They have a trail in the yard we made for our own type of Halloween trail with a broken boat, coffins, scarecrows, etc. with a clear path made out so there’s places that my sisters and cousins will go play in the woods. 

We were all eating outside and it was starting to get dark a little bit and my cousin, who was about five at the time, was running up and down this dirt path that’s just outside the wooded part. He came back and started yelling about how he saw somebody in the woods and he was scared. We all look and see one or two people in the woods for a split second. Note that everybody there saw these people. We’re like okay, the kids down the road are playing in our woods, it’s whatever. My older cousin, who was maybe 23 or 24, and my grandpa decide to go look in the woods and tell the kids to go home. 

They searched the entire area for nearly an hour and there was not a single person in the woods. They couldn’t find anybody. This was around the same time the new people next door would go through their woods with shotguns and come into the yard when the kids were playing, too. Also, my younger cousin who saw the person in the first place had been seeing imaginary friends around this time. But those people usually would come out and talk to somebody until my grandpa had to threaten them, and I know my cousin wasn’t making it up because we all saw it.

They could not find anybody. My grandparents’ house has a history of weird paranormal shit, and so does that area in general, so we were all pretty weirded out and went inside for the rest of the night. I have no idea if it actually was kids or the neighbors, or something paranormal. But we all saw someone in the woods and they somehow disappeared without making any noise or running out in the open, the literal only place they could go to get out of that part of the woods.”

By: @hairspraybucky

“Okay so this was a couple weeks ago but it still shakes me up a lot.  I just finished cleansing my…

“Okay so this was a couple weeks ago but it still shakes me up a lot. 

I just finished cleansing my room with some palo sticks after celebrating a pagan holiday. Thought it was a good way to start getting ready for the next holiday.
So I started getting hungry again. I thought, ‘okay lets get food.’ So I started heading to the kitchen. Note that my room is right next to the dining room and I have to get through the dining room to get to the kitchen.

I am halfway through the kitchen when I hear this loud growl/howl (not sure how to explain it). I stood there in fear. Not knowing what to do other than look around. I knew my dogs were asleep already and the sound came from right behind me. I heard it again before I bolted back to my room and closed the door tight. 

Then I started to hear my cat growl. She never growls EVER (I have had her for 2 years and I have never heard her growl. I got her when she was 12 weeks old.) She wouldnt stop for two hours. 

I knew only me and my kitten heard it because no one else in my house made a sound. Not even my 2 dogs.”

By: @rosequartzzwitch

“In my old house, my mom had just gotten into sewing and she got this old desk (it was the original…

“In my old house, my mom had just gotten into sewing and she got this old desk (it was the original for the machine that was in it). The only problem with it was that 1. It was old and worn down a bit and 2. It had “help me” carved into it. She overlooked that and bought it then refurbished it. 

After that things got very weird. Random noises at night that everyone would hear, doors that were left closed being found wide open, stuff getting knocked down onto the floor, etc. I was the only one that would notice a lot of these and fix them but one day I decided to see what would happen if I didn’t, so for like a week I didn’t react to any of it then the worst thing that this thing had ever done happened. 

It was late at night when I heard a loud BANG come from the bathroom so I get up to check it out. (I could tell it was in the bathroom because my room was right next to it). So when I open my door I can see the bathroom door completely open and we never leave it like that. Then when I got inside the bathroom the shower curtain was completely closed and we never leave it like that. So I quickly pull it back to see all the bottles and soap and all that stuff knocked into the bathtub. Needless to say I started reacting to what it did again.”

By: @cirilfaggus

“When I either in middle or high school, we visited my granddad at his newly built house.  So, I was…

“When I either in middle or high school, we visited my granddad at his newly built house. 

So, I was just sitting on the porch step, not doing much but enjoying the country air, when I heard a distant panting sound, like a dog. At first I figured it was my mom with our own dogs, but I remembered they were inside. Then I thought it was one of the neighbors walking their dog, so I looked around, but I saw no dogs.

But the strangest thing was that the panting sound was getting closer, and closer, until it was suddenly in my ear! I got back into the house as fast as I could and refused to go out for the rest of that night.

Thinking about it now I’m starting to think that it was possibly my granddads dog that passed away a few months prior to him moving. But to this day I cannot find any other possibility that could’ve caused that panting sound other than it possibly being a ghost dog.”

By: @beanskelly