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Most people have memories of things that happened to them during their childhood that totally freaked them out. It’s natural, as children develop the ability to use their imaginations, for those to run a bit wild.
That said, a majority of those memories will eventually be explained away or refuted by the adults in their lives – these 17 people’s creepiest recollections, though, actually happened.
1. Horribly sad for a kiddo.
My mom said that I used to have “premonitions” when I was little, under the age of 10.
My great-aunt and great-uncle were like grandparents to me and used to come visit in the summer from Mexico (to the US).
I would miss them terribly then they would go. One year when they were leaving, I cried and cried.
My mom said “Don’t worry! They’ll be back next year.”
I remember sobbing and throwing a small child fit.
Apparently I said to my mom “No you don’t understand! Tío (great-uncle) is NEVER coming back!”
And she kept trying to reassure me they’d be back next year.
I kept repeating “He’s never coming back!” (I didn’t say anything about my great-aunt)
Sure enough, he passed away and never came back within a few weeks or months.
My mom said it was really creepy and I also predicted my great-aunt passing as well.
2. I love these types of creepy stories.
So I don’t actually remember this but my mom told me about it. My grandfather d**d when I was a year old. Prior to his d**th, he loved to play with me and would make me laugh in this very specific way. The night he d**d, my mom heard me making noise.
So she goes in assuming I’m crying but I’m not. I’m staring at the ceiling, laughing hysterically just like my grandfather used to make me laugh. She’s still convinced he came to say goodbye to me.
3. What would a ghost want with a shoelace?
The shoelace.
I woke up one morning and the shoelace from one of my sneakers had completely vanished.
Just on one shoe. The lace on the other shoe was still there. I do not ever remove the laces of my shoes. The shoes were right beside me by my bed all night. I have always, always been a ridiculously light sleeper. The slightest sound wakes me up – nothing woke me that night. Moreover, the door was closed to my room, the floorboards creaked whenever anyone stepped on them, and the room was small. I 100% would have noticed someone coming in.
Nothing else was disturbed in the entire house. Nothing had been moved or taken, no signs of forced entry. My mum noticed nothing all night. She also has no sense of humour. There was nobody in the house aside from me and her, and nobody but us had the keys. We didn’t have mice, and there were no traces of the missing lace anyway.
There is absolutely NO way that shoelace could have gone missing.
My mum remembers it well, but as soon as I mention it she immediately doesn’t want to talk about it because it freaks her out.
Either somebody broke into the house and did NOTHING except take a single shoelace, or the house was haunted and a ghost took it.
4. But maybe in a comforting way?
I have a similar story, don’t remember, but my mom who i trust tells me about it.
Close to my grandma until she d**d when I was two. We used to play this game where she’d go “Shh, listen!” and we’d shut our eyes and get quiet and just listen to the world.
Well when she died I didn’t go to the funeral since I was 2 y’know, and afterwards mom takes me the cemetery to take me to her tombstone to explain some stuff y’know, and when we get there as mom’s parking I suddenly go, “Shh! Listen!” and cover my eyes and go quiet.
Mom doesn’t think much of it, but then she gets me out of the car, and I just book it into the cemetery and some how end up finding some family tombstones, not my grandma’s but she’s close by.
And like I had never been here before, I couldn’t even read the tombstone names.
Mom says it freaked her out.
5. This kid is going places.
This is sort of embarrassing. My mom got an IUD after my sister and I were born. 4 years after my sister, a random priest stopped her in the streets and told her “why are you stopping goddess Durga’s will? She wants to gift you a son” My mom was understandably freaked out. It’s not like my family didn’t want a son (because trust me asian obsession with sons is real) it’s just that they didn’t want another daughter so they weren’t trying.
Anyways, a few days later we had a kirtan (sort of like a musical prayer meeting) and one of the ladies there got possessed by goddess (mata aana as Indians call it. Sort of like a trance possession and the person possessed starts spewing all sorts of things that make sense but don’t. Super creepy, scary s**t) So, that woman- a stranger- straight up looked at mom and handed her an apple. Said “Eat it and get that foreign thing out. I want to give you a son. How dare you deny me of my wish.”
Word spread like fire about this incident.
Suddenly half the town was interested in my parent’s marital life (small town) Mom didn’t budge then though. My parents met another priest who they considered their teacher. He said that they should try and let what’s meant to be happen.
Well I had a brother within an year. Most exciting 9 months for our town since we didn’t know the gender (gender testing is illegal in India to prevent female foeticide)
6. I’m sure that she was.
When I was little (probably about 5) my great grandmother passed away from cancer. We were very close. She watched me nearly everyday and would sing to me before my naps. You are my Sunshine in particular.
It was a few days after she d**d and I can instinctively remember waking up to someone stroking my hair and singing You are my Sunshine. At first, I thought it was my mom, but it was unlike her to do something like that. I turned and found no one there. I even remember getting up and checking my parents room to find they were both asleep.
Both my parents kind of just nonchalantly dismiss it, but I swear it was her saying goodbye to me.
7. He continued to walk by the house??
When I was 10 years old I often visited a friend who lived around 4 miles away from me. To get there I had to walk next to a huge cornfield with only a couple of houses on the side of it. After spending some time at his house I had to walk back home. The street I walked on was mostly empty and there was rarely anyone walking their dog or jogging there so I was alone on it with no one around most of the time. The houses were always empty and looked like people simply left them behind and nobody new moved in, with windows barricaded and doors always shut.
One day I walked back home and my shoelace came loose. I bend over to tie it. All of a sudden I see a shadow reaching over me. I quickly looked behind me and see an old lady with short black hair with the scariest smile behind me reaching for my shoulder, only a few inches away from me.
I immediately started to run for my life, only turning around one more time to see her still standing there and still staring at me with her evil smile. I ran all the way to my house and broke down crying when I got home. My parents told me that nobody lives in those houses.
I walked by the house a few more times over the last 11 years but have never seen anyone near that house ever again and it is still empty.
I get shivers writing this story
8. Equally bizarre and hilarious.
Not so much creepy as unexplainable. I have a memory of standing in my grandmother’s suburban backyard with my cousin (we were maybe 3-4 yrs old) watching a line of penguins in a neighboring yard climb up a pool slide and slide down into a pool, one by one. They would swim to the stairs, waddle out of the pool and around the pool back to the slide stairs and wait in line to go down the slide again. I never mentioned the memory and assumed, because it was so implausible, that I dreamt it up or remembered wrong.
A couple decades later, I visited my grandmother and this same cousin was also visiting. We were sitting at my grandma’s kitchen table which looked out at her backyard. There was a lull in the conversation, and we were all looking out the window. It made me think of the whole penguin memory, so I brought it up. My cousin’s eyes widened and she said she had the same memory, but, like me, thought it was a dream. My grandma chuckled and said, “Well, the neighbor that used to live there did work for the zoo…”
Not exactly a confirmation, but…did that really happen?! Even if he did work for the zoo…you can’t just bring a dozen penguins home, can you?!?
9. It’s ALIENS.
Might be too late to the party, but sometimes I think about this.. My mom and I were driving back from my grandmothers house in Chicago around dusk. While we were on one of the side streets in a neighborhood on the outskirts of the city, suddenly the lights in the car turned on and harmoniously got incredibly loud. I didn’t know lights could make sound like this. They reached a boiling point and the whole car turned off. We looked outside and all the streetlights surrounding the car had blown out as well. The stop light in front of us and a little ways a way were blinking as if the power had gone out. We were the only car in the area at the time.
My mom turned the car back on and we drove away with no explanation. About 15 min on the highway and the whole car just turns off. We were able to pull over to the side of the road safely and it turned back on with no issues after that.
I googled events similar to this around the time but never came up with any answers or any other reports of this type of thing. Still don’t know what caused it to this day.
10. A very sensible woman.
When I was a kid my mom used to work at a small grocery store and she went there before breakfast to get fresh bakery goods when she had the afternoon shift. Then she used to wake me up for school, and ask how I slept, and I used to tell her what dream I had that night (if any).
One morning I told her I dreamed, that two guys broke in to the store and they left a red screwdriver on the floor. My mom was shocked, because there really was a break in that night, that is why she couldn’t buy stuff for breakfast that morning, but couldn’t talk with police or colleagues at the time to get more details.
I then went to school, my mom did the afternoon shift and on the evening, when she came home, she told me that the police really did found a screwdriver on the scene, which belonged to the burglar(s).
This all happened in Europe, a small town around the early 90s, no CCTV and the burglar(s) never got caught, but this was still a very strange experience. My mom made me fill out a lottery ticket the next day, lol, but never won with it and never had such dreams since then.
11. I don’t like this at all.
Alright man here we go, this one really freaked me out and it is just crazy. So I grew up in Burton upon Trent. Now as a kid I always had a fascination with medieval era things whether that be castles or knights.
Now when I went to one castle, Tutbury Castle, I was having a good time up until we got to the gate when I felt a hand grip my shoulder with a harsh grip, then I screamed. My parents asked me what’s wrong but I noticed a weird expression on their face so I thought they felt it too. We left very shortly after and I never went again.
Soon after I felt like I was always being watched. I would look into the garden and see a figure twitching and I would always break down in my room. It got so bad that we had to move rooms. After a year of this thing chasing me we moved to Basingstoke. After that I never felt chased or watched. My life as an adolescent was normal.
About a decade ago I came back to my parents from the U.S. and I told them what I remembered. They said that everything I saw they saw and just wouldn’t tell me as they thought it would freak me out. We shared a good laugh about it but it still makes my blood chill every time I think of it.
12. Who was he, though?
When I was growing up I lived in a small bungalow with my parents. My room was directly beside my parents room. I had a fish tank with a light and used this as a sleep aide, the dim light of the tank and the bubbling sound of the filter put me at ease.
One night I woke up and I saw the outline of a man wearing a trench coat and a top hat standing beside my bed looking at me. Naturally, I screamed as loud as I could and my parents came running into the room and turned the light on and the man was gone. They comforted me back to sleep and that’s all I remember about that.
Fast forward 3-4 years, I move my room to the basement and my parents knock down the wall to make their room bigger, but they keep their bed in the exact same place. Over the next year, I would wake up to screams from upstairs and hear my mom crying. She would always see outlines of a man standing IN THE EXACT place where I witnessed it before. They even moved their bed to attempt put it where the figure would appear to stop it from appearing.
It still scares me to this day thinking about that house and I’m glad I’m no where near there anymore.
13. That is super odd.
I was in 7th grade when my parents bought their first computer, so not super young. We had a small ranch, so my dad built a corner desk in the basement in one of the finished off rooms since there was no room anywhere else. House was built by my dad in the mid 80s; no one had lived there before us.
When my mom would get home from work, we’d hear her set down her keys on the counter and walk across the kitchen floor in her heels. It was a frequent occurrence for my brother or I to be on the computer (happened to each of us quite a bit), and hear sounds of my mom putting her keys on the counter and walking across the kitchen floor, same as when she gets home from work. In going upstairs to check to see if my mom was home, she wouldn’t be home.
We would tell my mom when it happened, and it happened enough where we tried to figure it out by checking the time we’d hear it. A few times, she said she’d been thinking about work at that time and happened to look at the clock.
We tried to figure it out and have no idea to this day why it would continuously happen. A few times my mom mentioned she’d be on the computer and hear someone upstairs, and no one would be home. My dad didn’t allow pets in the house either, so it wasn’t just a cat being a jerk.
14. Technology in the afterlife.
My Granny d**d when I was little. I don’t even remember her. My Aunt and Mom always told me this story. I was at my house when I was little, I think about 4. The phone rang and I answered it. They got on to me for answering the phone.
I told them it was my Granny calling to see if I was ok. I told her yes and hung up. She had recently passed away. They said they were a little creeped out by it, but insisted it really happened.
15. Aliens. Definitely.
When I was about 11, my mom and I were going about 40 miles outside of town for an orthodontist appointment.
The trip typically took about 35 minutes. However, this time I kinda zoned out while being driven and upon arriving we remarked “Wow that was fast”.
We were earlier for my appointment than usual despite leaving at a consistent time for each appointment. Upon looking at our vehicle’s clock (and confirming with a watch my mom had on) it had mysteriously taken us only 10 mins to drive to drive the usual 35 minute distance.
We have no recollection of anything happening during those 10 mins, and it never happened again, but it left us with a very weird feeling. We still wonder what we drove through to this day.
16. The house had its own plans.
My grandmother was a real estate agent in Rhode Island. I was staying with her one summer and she had to take me along to see a potential listing. It was a very strange house because it was circular. All the rooms went along the outside and connected to each other and there was a center part with a little garden and open to the sky. She went up to the second story and I stayed downstairs because I wanted to walk around the loop one time.
The problem started when I had walked a full loop and I didn’t see the stairs. I thought I must be confused so I kept going to the next room and still couldn’t find them. I started to panic so I began running around the house as fast as possible checking every room for stairs and there wasn’t any.
Finally, I sat down by the front door and started crying. A little while later my grandmother ran into the entryway room looking just as panicked as I had been and asking where I was hiding and why I was hiding and and not answering her calling out to me. I never heard her calling out to me at all.
Actually, the house seemed so still and quiet while I was sitting there that I was sure she had forgotten and left me there. We went home and didn’t talk about it really.
Like 15 years later I brought it up to my mom and asked if she knew anything or was this a crazy childhood nightmare I’m remembering? She told me she remembered it clearly because my grandmother had called her and was absolutely spooked because she couldn’t explain what had happened and she thought she lost me or I had been taken by someone while she was distracted. She had apparently been looking for me for awhile.
I still don’t understand what happened really because the house wasn’t even large or confusing to navigate. I still get chills when I think about it.
17. I have so many questions.
Was looking for a Halloween costume with my mom to wear to elementary school, which was a big deal to me because I was homeschooled at first. We spent a couple of hours going to several stores and couldn’t find anything that I liked.
It was getting dark outside so we were going to have to find something and go home soon. There was an old Halloween costume store, one of those really weird places that somehow is open year round, that we decide to go to as a last ditch effort to find something.
We got out of the car and walked through the front doors and get three steps into this place and I instantly have all the hair on my body stand on end. I felt huge oppressive pressure on my whole body, like the physical feeling of being h**ed by something, combined with it wanting to hurt me and wanting me to leave.
My little third grade, (I think that’s when it happened), self turned to look at my mom and in the same instant she turned to look at me. We didn’t say a thing to each other, just turned around, after only walking three steps into the store and went back to the car.
I remember getting inside and asking my mom if she felt the same thing and she said that she had had essentially the same experience as me. We prayed together in the car and left.
For perspective, I as an elementary school kid who desperately wanted to fit in with the other kids that I had recently joined in public school, willingly left our literal last chance to find a costume that I thought would help me fit in, because of a physical feeling of being h**ed that I got when we walked into the store. As an adult I can still remember how bad it was and am getting tensed up just writing about it.
I did end up with a costume that year though. We went home and she stayed up late with me working to cobble together a cowboy costume from things we had at home. I had a cowboy hat from my grandpa, some cowboy boots from somewhere, a button down shirt that we ripped a bit to make it rugged, a bright red bandana to tie around my neck, and a swanky “leather” vest we made from a brown grocery bag that we cut some super cool tassel fringe onto.
18. This is an actual nightmare.
Something very similar happened to me at my great-aunts place in Canada. It was me (13 at the time), my parents, grandparents and my 3 siblings staying in her 5 bedroom home. She was there too but was working majority of the time, the house was HUUUUGE. 3 floors, the basement was its own 2 bedroom apartment huge.
The basement was creepy because it was pitch black, she never went down there so there was no furniture or any signs of life. The center of the house was connected by these spiral stairs that were wide and huge. Her whole house was littered with antique porcelain dolls which absolutely did not help the creepy cold feel at all.
One day everyone went to get some coffee and donuts while my brother (17) and I stayed back in the house. I was wandering through the ground floor and eventually I went looking for my brother. I went to every room, looking behind the couches and upstairs yelling and eventually screaming for him. I ran around the outside of the house, and eventually I looked down the big spiral stairs that led into the pitch black basement and went down there while yelling for my brother.
As soon as my foot touched the bottom of the stairs to the basement, this absolute feeling of dread and despair hit me like a freight train. I ran upstairs but just like my nightmares, the stairs kept getting longer and longer. Eventually I made it to the ground floor where my brother looked sweaty and scared to see me. He yelled at me “WHERE WERE YOU?!” almost the same time I yelled that too. Apparently he went everywhere looking for me, he was sitting on the couch in the living room which I swore I looked at- then he and decided he hasn’t seen or heard me for awhile so he went to look around the house for me. He never heard me yell or scream his name, never saw anyone outside or heard any frantic footsteps anywhere. Just pure silence. He got panicked and the same time he looked at the stairs he sees me running up frantically.
I haven’t been back to that house but that memory still freaks me out
19. So they were definitely UFOs.
One time my brother, his friend, and I saw lights in the sky that darted around like UFOs. We went to get my mom and she was totally nonchalant about it. “Yep, those are UFOs” she said, and went back in the house.
Her response was so subdued that we figured she was humoring us and they weren’t actually UFOs. Years later I asked her about it and she said she had to force herself to act calmly because she was terrified.
20. Why would she bring that in the house?
About 5 years ago my parents were sitting out on the back porch on a summer night. Out of the corner of her eye my mom saw a person-sized white translucent figure float by a tree. She asked my dad if he saw it too and he said yes. He is a tough guy but he was really freaked out and so was she so they both went inside.
The next morning my mom was walking by the tree where they saw the figure and she noticed a very old looking earring sitting on top of the dirt. She doesn’t wear earrings and it wasn’t the kind of earring I would wear. It looked like it belonged to an old lady and it was just dropped there. My mom brought it inside and put it in her jewelry box.
The next day it was sitting in the middle of the basement floor. From then on I started hearing footsteps and whispering in my room at least once a week until I moved out.
21. This is the most amazing power.
When I was young, I apparently had a few odd interactions with animals. I would know a person had animals before we went in the house, they tended to come over to me before my parents, mostly just little things that were probably explainable by me a fairly observant little kid.
The one that sticks out to my parents though (telling it the way they do) is we went to a new car garage to have them work on our car. As we pull up, the owner has a big old black lab laying in the middle of the lobby.
The guy informs us the dog is comfortable with people, we can pet him if we want. I shake my head and say “He sad though.” Dad looks at me asks why I think that. I reply “He lost his ball, he sad now.”
Dad said the owner went pale, stared at me for a minute, and then looked at dad said “He’s had a favorite ball for ten years that just went down the sewage drain yesterday and I couldn’t get it back out.”
22. I believe them.
I woke up one night when I was 12 because I dreamt that my older brother got into a car accident. I got out of bed and wandered downstairs to the kitchen to get something to drink. My mother was sitting there and asking me why I was awake. I told her “Had a bad dream and need something to drink”. I got a glass of water when it ringed at our door. My mother went to look who is there in the middle of the night.
Two police officers that asked if they could come inside for a moment. I couldn’t hear what they were talking about because I was still in the kitchen and they were in the hallway. After the two officers left my mother came back to the kitchen completely pale and told me that I should go to bed now. I asked her whats wrong when she informed me that my brother was in a car accident and she needs to wake up my dad and go to the hospital now.
When I pointed out, that this was the bad dream I had before waking up, she only looked at me for a couple of seconds. I prepared myself for comments like “Don’t be silly and go to bed now” but instead she said “Me too”.
So basically. We both had the same f**king dream of my brother having a car accident. And we both woke up minutes before the police came over to tell us it really happened. My brother survived with some minor injuries and we’ve seen the photos of the accident in the newspaper the next day. It looked 100% like in my dream. To the smallest detail. The way he lost control over the car, where it flipped the first time and the tree it came to a stop.
Even today my mother and I talk about this. Nobody else believes us when we tell the story.
23. Well that would have given me nightmares.
I’m not 100% sure this fits because my mom confirmed it years ago, then denied it when I asked her again a couple months ago, but here it is.
When I was little, my dresser (it was long but pretty short) sat against the wall with one of the ends pointed to my door. That dresser is heavy, an old wood one with all sorts of kid c**p neatly arranged on top. Since it was in my bedroom, the floor was carpet. I always slept with the door closed.
One night, with no explanation, the dresser tipped over. But instead falling forward, it fell 180 degrees to the side, falling in front of my door, all the kid c**p spilling to the side. My mom ran to get me, but couldn’t open the door as it was being blocked by the dresser. Eventually, with her pushing and me pulling on the dresser, she was able to slip in and move the dresser out of the way. Nothing was damaged, not even the glass figurines I had. My dad helped put it upright the next day and we moved on.
Years later, I remembered the incident and asked my mom about it, expecting to learn that I blew it out of proportion and it only fell forward or something like that. Nope, she remembered that night as well.
However, she added one detail that I could never figure out. She thought she heard me jumping on the bed that night, and that was why she thought the dresser tipped over. I had been asleep, I have no idea where she heard that noise coming from.
24. Not cool, dad!
When my family went to the Georgian mountain region, we rented a cottage. 2 bedrooms, so my brother and I took one and our dad took the other with his gf.
I woke up in the middle of the night to three figures in the room, all standing in various places, none of which were visible from the entrance of the room. I woke my brother up and we screamed for our dad, but when he came into the room, he refused to look at the figures and just told us to hide under the covers.
Wasn’t exactly confirmed, but his refusal to look where they were standing after begging him was telling. Sh%t still scares my brother and I.
25. This one gave me chills.
When I was a kid my family lived in a blue house that was oddly shaped. One year the house got completed gutted and nearly destroyed by a flood and they had to knock down a wall between the living room and kitchen. So after the flood, you could see all the way down the hall to my parent’s bedroom door. This house is/was… strange for lack of a better term.
I was a terrible sleeper as a kid and would routinely wake up and just go into the living room and watch cartoons on low volume if I couldn’t go back to sleep. One morning I’m out in the living room sitting across the chair with my feet up on a window. Don’t ask me why, I was a stupid eight or nine year old.
From where the chair was, I could see just over the kitchen counter down that hall to my parents room. A movement caught my eye. I looked up and saw the shadowy outline of a man walking towards me, kind of near to my parents door. Thinking it was my dad I said something like, “hey dad sorry if the tv was too loud” (dad is a notoriously light sleeper and would wake up from anything).
Except there was no response. Within seconds my foot ends up going through the window (again not sure if this is related or I was a dumb kid – likely the latter) and I scream, and my parents actually wake up to figure out what’s going on at 430 in the morning. At this point I’m preoccupied, but realize much later that I DEFINITELY saw the outline of a man, but there was no way it was my dad because A. he came bounding out of their bedroom after my scream and B. I realized the shoulders of that outline were MUCH higher than what my dad’s would’ve been.
Fast forward to a few years ago, we’ve moved far away from the blue house, and my mom and I are hanging out and catching up. For some reason the blue house comes up and I tell mom that the place still gave me creeps and weird stuff happened there when I was a kid.
Moms response? Oh! You must’ve saw the shadow man too.
26. Lighthouse stories are always creepy.
In Mom’s seaside hometown, there was an offshore decommissioned lighthouse.
Even though utilities to it had long been shut off and the lighthouse was locked, it would randomly light up – clearly visible in all directions.
No one could explain it. It happened so infrequently and at odd hours of the night that by the time officials examined the structure, there were no signs of activity.
To this day, as I’ve mentioned here once before, the lighthouse remains mysterious and a bit creepy.
27. He sees d**d people.
I’m a parent of toddlers and kids now, and I have a creepy story from last year.
We were driving with my then three year old son in the car, and stopped at a red light next to a cemetery. Out of nowhere, my son looked over at the cemetery and said “There are people laying down there, and they can’t get up.”
My wife asked my son what he was talking about and he pointed to the cemetery and said “All of the people laying down in the park are stuck.”
My wife and I just looked at each other in silence completely freaked out. At this point in our son’s life, there had been no d**ths in the family and we had never discussed d**th with him.
I’m still creeped out when I think about it.
28. My heart.
When I was 3 years old my grandmother d**d. She lived in our house with us and we were VERY close, she had told my mom many times that she would do her best to make her passing easy on me since I was so young.
The night that she d**d, my mom was laying in bed with her and heard her take her last breath. My mom laid there and cried for about 30 minutes before coming into my room to check on me. It was about 5am and there was no reason for me to be awake, but I was sitting in up in my crib playing and when my mom asked why I was awake I said:
“Grandma Flo just came in to give me a kiss goodbye!”
29. Wait, this is a thing?
I was very young when this happened so what i remember and what i was told is the main scariness for this story.
So my family was driving around the backwoods on NH ME area in the autumn to watch the leaves fall. We were staying at some cottage and my family came to this area pretty frequently. We were coming back from somewhere when my mother started screaming at my father for stopping abruptly. In front of us, on a unkept back road in the deep woods of New England at a pretty late hour was a traffic jam of quite a few cars stopped in all directions. I remember a lot of bright headlights. I also remember seeing my dad’s face as he turned around so he could see where he was reversing the car. My mom went completely silent through this whole thing. I just remember my dad saying eerily calmly “Ughh, i h**e traffic.”
He turned around and started driving back up the road we came down and we started seeing cars going past us flashing their headlights. My dad just kept driving, the whole atmosphere went from “Wasn’t that a fun day!” to “Lets leave.” even as a kid i went from annoying to quiet. Just a thickness in the air. Cars started coming up from behind honking and flashing lights and eventually they just turned off the road and we drove back to the cottage.
Years later, i mean decades later my dad and me were having a beer together. He says “Remember up in the woods up north? We were driving around and we came to a weird traffic jam?” i was like “Yeah. Why?” I honestly hadn’t thought of it since that night. My dad goes “Well, your mother and I were pretty sure that was one of those Ambushes where they block the road and try to rob you and leave you in the woods or worse. You dont remember the cars coming up the road after us, trying to block us in? Or the cars chasing us and beeping at us until we hit (random route)?” “Well Kinda, but i just figured it was traffic or people being weird.” he just kinda stopped talking about it after that and went on about how we should plant more trees in the backyard, but ones that don’t drop leaves, because leaves suck.
30. How could he have imagined that?
When I was 9 or 10 my dad took me to visit with an older hunting buddy friend of his. My parents were divorced and my dad lived in another part of the country, so while I had known this guy since I was a toddler I didn’t share the same common interests as either of them.
The older friend was a gun dealer and had lots of catalogs (this was before the internet was in wide use) to order bullets, magazines, guns, etc and they often spent hours going through listings to determine what they wanted to order. We got there fairly early and my dad said that after an hour or two we’d all go to Hardees for breakfast before going to shoot clay birds.
Now I’m a youngin, I don’t care much about guns or hunting for sport and am just incredibly bored so I start wandering around the house, reading my video game magazines that I brought with me and very quickly that hour or two has passed and they’re still down there. I ask if they’re going to leave any time soon and the friend suggests I check the refrigerator in the kitchen and see if there’s anything I want to eat.
I look through the fridge and find nothing… however on the kitchen table I see an apple and decide that will be appetizing enough to hold me over. As I pick up the apple and prepare to take a bite, at that point his wife steps in and tells me “don’t eat that. everything in the bowl is wax!” I tell her thank you for warning me and continue to wander around the house burning time until we can get going.
Maybe another 30 minutes later I go back to the basement where they’re going through catalogs and ask when we are going to Hardee’s. My dads friend asks if I’m still hungry after going through their fridge. I tell him that I was going to eat an apple but his wife told me it was wax before I made the mistake. Both of them give me a blank stare and after about 20 seconds of shock my dad explains that his wife recently passed away.
I then go back through the house to try to find her to show that they were just joking with me but sure enough she was nowhere to be found. Roughly 30 years later before he passed away my dad still insisted that I must have imagined it. But I didn’t, she told me not to eat the wax fruit.
31. It was just normal.
In the house I grew up in every night at around midnight these big loud footsteps would go stomping up and down the hallway a few times.
I’d often think it was my dad getting up in the night so sometimes I would stick my head out in the hall to see him but there was no one there and I’d hear him snoring in his room.
This isn’t a particularly creepy story but it’s just strange that everyone confirms they heard these footsteps and no one was ever that bothered by it, it’s like it happened for as long as we could remember so we just accepted it.
32. Nope. Don’t like that.
At my parents house I used to hear my mom calling out to me when she didn’t, and she confirmed she’d hear me call out to her when I didn’t. That was a common occurrence.
Also, whenever I’d be alone for a little while if my mom was late from work or at the grocery store, I’d usually be in the main living room playing n64. I would often times hear loud banging sounds from upstairs as if a heavy piece of furniture tipped over. I’d go check and nothing was out of place. Both my mother and grandmother have confirmed similar experiences when they’re alone in he house.
There was also the time I was downstairs on my laptop, everyone else was in bed, it was after midnight and I didn’t realize just how dark everything had gotten without the lights on. I’m zoned out when I begin to hear what sounds like a murmuring from behind me. Like the low rumble you’d hear at a gathering when people are talking and you can’t make out conversation. The hairs on my neck immediately stoood up and my body locked up from fear. Tears ran down my face from the physical reaction my body was having. I refused to acknowledge it and kept staring at my laptop screen in silence. It took forever for my body to go back to normal. Some time later I told my mother what happened and it freaked her out because she said she’s heard the murmuring as well.
I’ve always h**ed that house
I’m so glad nothing like this happened to me as a kid!
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