Do monsters roam the Earth?

Did a UFO crash in Roswell in 1947?

Maybe we’ll never have answers to these questions, but I can tell you that the general public has a huge appetite for all-things creepy and we’re about to dive into some good stories today.

People on AskReddit shared unexplained and creepy stories that they can’t seem to get off of their minds.

1. Creepy voicemail.

“I got this voicemail out of the blue about two years ago and I still think about it to this day. It was from a number I didn’t recognize in Texas – they called twice early in the morning while I was sleeping and left this voicemail.

The entire thing is unsettling. It’s an old woman – the entire thing sounds like a coded message about some type of meeting. The weirdest part is there are two sounds of someone hanging up at the end so I don’t know if someone called me and played a recording?

The whole thing is really bizarre and creeps me out. I’ve google the number various times over the past two years and have had no luck finding any sort of clue about who left the message or why.”

2. Iraqi prison.

“I was deployed to Iraq and we stayed in a former prison in Baghdad.

During the night we would see and hear strange things. The base at this time only had soldiers but we would hear children playing from inside the prison. One day we decided to dig deeper to see where the kids were. When we finally found where the noise was coming from we found a room with the ceiling caved in.

We didn’t find any kids but found kids books, toys and kids clothes. Everything looked like it wasn’t moved in weeks. We continued to hear the kids in the year we spent there.”

3. Puzzled and freaked out.

“I am a skeptic about ghosts and other worldly beings. This event that happened causes me some consternation because it doesn’t make any sense and I can not explain what was happening: When I was in middle school, my family went camping in New Mexico. We were at a camp site near a lovely stream.

My parents had one tent and my brother and I had another. As I was settling down to sleep for the night, I was listening to my headphones. I decided it was time to go to sleep so I took my head phones off and was dozing off when I became hyper aware of a sound. It was a slight swishing/scratching sound on the side of the tent. I had just assumed there was a breeze and a stalk of grass was brushing on the side of the tent.

With a sudden jolt, I realized there was no wind whatsoever. I asked my brother, “J, what is that?” He asked what I was referring to. I pointed out the scratching noise. He took his hand and hit the side of the tent. In response, whatever it was, hit the side of the tent from outside of the tent. We both immediately began screaming hysterically.

My parents came running and all the while the scratching continued. My parents said it was surely just a bug, a tent string or some vegetation and got a flash light to look at the exterior of the tent. There was nothing. They brushed down the exterior, shook the tent, took everything out of the tent and shook it. The noise continued.

I was completely in pieces so I went and slept in my parents tent and my father slept in the “kid tent”. My brother and father reported that the scratching continued all night long. Still puzzled and freaked out by this experience.”

4. Time to sleep with the lights on.

“My girlfriend and I are in a long distance relationship. We typically take turns travelling between each other’s countries (Australia and Canada).

About two years ago, it was my turn to travel over to Australia to stay with her and her mom. For a bit of background, my gf’s room was built as an extension/add-on to their garage. So to get to it, you had to walk through their garage to get to her room.

About a couple weeks into my trip over there, I wake up at around 1:00 am and the room is just glowing red. I look up at the ceiling and I see this black figure crawling through the ceiling. It moved in such an inhuman way, almost like it was breaking every one of its bones to move.

I start screaming which wakes my gf up and she looks up at the ceiling and starts to scream as well. Instinctively, I grab my pillow and whip it at the figure. The next thing I know everything went black and I’m waking up a few hours later. My gf is fast asleep so I think it was just some weird dream.

At that point, I have to go to the washroom. So, I walk through the garage and try to quietly open the garage door to get into the main house.

Previously, her mom had mentioned that she was getting annoyed with us staying up late at night and going through the garage door to use the washroom. Since her mom’s room was down the garage door hallway, each time we would open it, the door would click loudly and wake her up.

So, I’m standing there at the garage door and I try to open it as quietly as possible. As I turn the handle and the door clicks as I push it open, her mom just starts screaming at the top of her lungs. I thought it was out of rage for waking her up, so I immediately close the door and speed walk back to my gf’s room.

I climb into bed and gently nudge her awake to tell her that her mom is screaming. She gets up and goes to see whether her mom was still angry and try to deescalate the situation.

About 20 minutes goes by and my gf comes back into the room completely silent. She asks me if I saw the room glowing red earlier as well as a figure in the ceiling. I say yes and she goes wide-eyed and says that she thought it was just a dream too. She then says that her mom wasn’t screaming at me.

Apparently, when I opened the door, it did wake her up — but when she woke up, there was a black figure standing at the foot of her bed and it was slowly moving towards her. She then experienced a blackout as well and was woken up by my gf checking in on her.

Yeah… the entire house slept with the lights on for a month after that.”

5. Sketchy.

“A friend and I from high school used to go out to this old county road and smoke a joint on a big hill facing a large, old brick house across the street that sat in a large field. The face of the house had 2 rows of 6 windows each, facing the road.

One night we were chilling on said hill and looking out at the house as the sun was going down and all of a sudden a light turned on in one of the windows and then shut off. Then another random window lit up, then shut off. It kept going. Faster, faster.. a window would light up and shut off and then go to another.

It did it for about a minute and eventually was doing it so quickly it couldn’t have possibly been a person going room to room or even a person with access to multiple switches at one time. After about a minute after speeding up to random flashes it stopped.

It simply didn’t make sense. We both saw it. We talked about it many times afterward. The only thing we can figure is if the homeowner had some kind of automated lighting system hooked up to all the rooms and was messing with us. Other than that, I have no idea.

Sketchy AF though.”

6. Trafficking?

“In 1987 I was taking the Greyhound by myself from Toronto to Calgary.

I had breakfast in the bus station restaurant and a young man joined me and we had a nice chat.

He asked me to come to Sault St Marie with him instead of going to Alberta. I told him no. He kept asking and got more and more insistent.

My bus departure was called and I got up to go get on my bus. He followed me and tried to force me onto the bus to SSM. I got away from him and got on my correct bus.

I had never heard of s*x trafficking then but now I’m pretty sure I was a target. Glad I didn’t get pushed into that bus! That happened just after another sketchy experience with an older man so I kinda had my hackles up. They were very well-timed hackles.”

7. Whoa.

“One of my cats had been missing for a few weeks. I had given her up as gone.

While on the phone with a friend 100 miles away (who has never seen my house), he interrupts himself from talking about work and says with a strange urgency, “Doug. Open your front door. Your cat is sitting on the porch waiting to come in.”

And of course upon opening the door, I find her just casually sitting there. We were both beyond blown away. Between sobs of joy I asked “how did you know?” and he said, “I don’t know man. That was really weird.””

8. This is really creepy.

“My husband recently took an overnights job to help us out during covid. He’s only been there about two weeks and works evenings/overnights, 9pm-6am.

Last night was no different, he left home around 8:15pm. Our daughter, age 11, and I decided to make it a movie night. Around 11 pm, I heard keys in my backdoor and the usual sounds my husband makes when he comes home. I creep out to the kitchen to make sure it was him, and it was.

He told me he needed to grab his knee compression sleeve, walks down the hall, says hi to our daughter as he passes the living room, and goes upstairs. He came back down, gave me a kiss and left again.

We finished our movie and went to bed. In the morning when he got home I made a joking comment about him forgetting his knee sleeve. He was genuinely confused as I recalled the previous night. Our daughter confirmed everything I said and he still was acting confused.

I pulled up our security motion camera on my phone to show him when he popped in quick. But there was no footage from the night before, or any other night, of him coming home after he’s left for work.

My daughter and I both heard him, saw him, and I touched him. But he was never home during that time. Nothing else out of the ordinary happened that night. We seriously have no idea what happened.”

9. Blackout.

“We had a huge power outage here in 2003. Knocked out most of southern Ontario and north eastern us. Went out mid afternoon and came back around midnight.

Anyway, we stayed in and lit some candles, played some board games. I don’t remember what time it was, but it was super dark. A car pulled into our driveway, turned off and sat there. At the same time, the lights in one of the bedrooms came on and started flickering. We thought maybe the power was turning back on, but it stopped.

Right as it stopped, the car pulled out of the driveway and parked in the driveway across the street. Their front porch lights started flickering. The owner of the house across the street ran out the front door like something was chasing him. The car pulled out again and left.

The man across the street came over and asked us if we saw who was in the car. My dad said he didn’t recognize him, but he was definitely an older dude. Male pattern baldness. White hair on the sides. The guy across the street said his name is Lou Lamorello and if we ever see him around again, to call the police ASAP.

I haven’t seen him or his car since. I’d recognize it instantly. The name haunts me. I have no idea what happened that night.”

10. Roomies.

“In college I was roommates with my childhood best friend for about two years. We are very trusting with each other, we would go into each others rooms freely and grab whatever we needed. To borrow clothes, hairbrush, perfume, etc.

No questions asked, just a knock if we were in the room to let each other know we were going in. Our rooms are across the hall from each other, with the hall facing the kitchen. So from the kitchen you could see down the hall where our rooms were. At the time my friend had very long black hair and she’s very fair skinned.

One day, I get home from work, with my headphones in my ear talking to my mom about my day. I go in the kitchen and grab a snack. I see her walk out of her room and go into mine, leave my room and go back into hers. She looked like she just got out the shower, her hair was soaking wet and she was wrapped in a white towel. Her long black wet hair is what I distinctly remember.

Also, she made no eye contact with me but I didn’t think it was weird. I didn’t say anything to her since borrowing each other’s stuff was normal. I’m still on the phone with my mom so I don’t think much of it. I grab my snack, hang up with my mom and go into my room to watch TV. I figured she’s getting ready to go somewhere and we’ll talk later. About an hour passes and I go to the kitchen to clean the plate I ate on.

I see her in the kitchen making something to eat and I tell her, “hey, what did you grab from my room earlier? Did you find what you needed?” She looks at me like if I was crazy and says, “what are you talking about?” So I say, “yeah earlier when I got home I saw you go into my room and grab something. Did you get what you needed? Sorry I didn’t say hi I was on the phone with my mom.” She asks me if I’m sure I saw her. I said yes 100%.

She tells me to grab my phone and go to her car ASAP, that she needs to show me something. I had my phone on me and she grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter along with her purse and she drags me out the front door and into her car. She then tells me she got home maybe 5 minutes before we started talking. She had spent the night at her boyfriends and hadn’t been home all day. So she has no idea who I saw.

I’ll never forget the look on her face when she told me this. Complete fear and panic. She called the cops and they came along with the apartment manager. They checked the whole apartment and found no one. Nothing amiss. And they were in there a while checking every nook and cranny. The manager got maintenance to change our locks and gave us new keys that day.

My friend then tells me that for a week she’d been hearing noises from her bathroom like bottles moving, and when she went to check she found nothing. I have no idea who I saw going in and out of our rooms, but it looked exactly like my friend. I don’t drink or do drugs. Not on meds. This was in 2014 and I still freak out when I think about it.”

11. Can’t stop thinking about it.

“I was driving home from work on a long somewhat dark road. I’ll admit I was tired and cold and just wanted to get home. Speed limit was 60 MPH and I was doing closer to 70.

Suddenly, a girl with long blonde hair, a black coat with brown fur on the hood and jeans just showed up in front of my car. I knew there was another car to my left up ahead but it was black and all I saw was that it was stopped before I saw her. I managed to maneuver around her.

I was freaked out, I turned to a side street and stopped to figure out what was happening. Then a tall guy with a black coat and short hair gets out of the driver side of the stopped car. Grabbed her, dragged her to the car while she was fighting him, and put her back in the car.

I called the police and gave them the description of the car and the direction it took off in. I never heard anything about it, and I have not stopped thinking about her since. It’s been 2 years.”

12. Guardian angel?

“Back in 2008, I lived near my college in an apartment.

My apartment was set back from the main road quite a bit and was in a wooded and hilly area.

One night, I was out running near sundown. I was at the bottom of a hill that’s behind my apartment so it was near the end of my run. I look up ahead at the top of the hill and notice three guys on bikes just sitting there. Being a 20 year old female, my spidey senses start tingling. I tell myself I’m psyching myself out and it’ll be fine so I keep running.

I’m about halfway up the hill. The three guys are still just sitting there, facing my direction. I don’t have a phone or anything and nowhere else to go so I tell myself I’ll just run as hard as I can and scream if I need to.

Suddenly, I hear something coming up beside me. I look to my right and see a German Shepherd. He’s running alongside me. I’ve never seen this dog before in my life. I can’t explain it, but I just KNEW I’d be okay now. I continued running up the hill with this random dog beside me.

When we’re approaching the guys, this dog gets slightly ahead of me and runs directly in front of me instead of to my right. He gets to the guys and stops dead in his tracks. I continue running and pass the guys without even making eye contact.

Once I’m past the guys, the dog catches back up to me and continues running alongside me. He stays with me until I take the turn into my apartment’s [very well lit] parking lot. He disappears into the trees as quickly as he appeared.

I took that route at the same exact time every single day after that for WEEKS and would drive down that road often, hoping to come across him again. No luck. I never saw him again.

My friends are all convinced he was a guardian angel making sure I stayed safe. I’m not really a believer so IDK but it’s the most creepy, bizarre, and awesome thing to ever happen to me.”

13. That’s odd…

“To this day, there was a kid in my class that no one else remembers.

I distinctly remember playing with this kid in kindergarten, and we were pretty much inseparable. About a month past Christmas break he disappeared. No one remembered him. Not the teachers, or the others in my class. No one.

I even asked the school counselor if he was okay, and she humored me by going through records to see if he’d transferred. She couldn’t find a thing. I think about it at least once a month.”

14. Followed.

“Driving home from work late one night I was followed and it was weird. I left the hospital and turned off the main road to a bunch of side streets I would take.

At one point I noticed a car behind me that made the same left turn as me. They sped up to get behind me. I thought nothing of it. Then I briefly thought about running to 7-11 to grab some food and turned on my right signal. But I realized I had food at home, so I turned my signal off.

The car behind me turned on their right signal and turned it off as well exactly as I had. At that point I got a bit spooked. So I turned my right signal on and they did as well. Instead at the next intersection I turned left even though my right signal was on. They did as well. They proceeded to follow me through a series of odd turns.

Eventually I turned onto a cul-de-sac I knew about and figured I could turn around there and look at the driver to see who was following me. As I approached the end of the road they figured out what I was doing.

They stopped and did a fast k-turn and sped off. It was weird. Still don’t know who it was.”

15. Dementia patients.

“I used to work in a nursing home where I cared for dementia patients. Every patient on the hall I worked on would steal spoons from dinner to give to “the kids” because “they like shiny things.”

It got to the point where once a week I’d have to go through everyone’s room to take back the spoons. I asked the patients about the kids many times but never got a good answer. I’d hear things like “they just live here” or “they stand outside in the snow and look in the windows” or “they’re my friends who visit.”

Wouldn’t be so weird if they all didn’t do it, but it was everyone, the ones who were still capable of speaking anyways. One time at 3am one of my patients started screaming so I ran in her room and found her laying in bed, seemingly fine.

I asked what was wrong and she said “That boy is here again and won’t get out of my closet! I’m scared!” Like me too, Delores what the heck”

16. Back in time.

“Driving from Northern California to Southern California through the middle of the night about a decade ago.

I was tired, and the scenery along the freeway through the central valley isn’t very interesting. I remember passing an old silo, looking at my car clock and it was 3:17 in the morning.

Drove some more, passed a powerline, and it was 3:21.

I blinked, shuffled in my seat, and passed that same old silo, and it was back to 3:17. I was in disbelief. I just stared at my clock for a few moments.

Drove a little bit more, passed the same powerline, 3:21.

Don’t know why or how, but I went backwards about 4 minutes. Never experienced anything similar or since.”

17. Whose memory is it?

“I have a weird memory that’s not mine.

I’m a small boy with a suit and tie, I’m at a party in a huge ceremonial church or something and there’s lots of men and women wearing fancy black clothes, they all get in a circle its the middle of the day light was brightly coming in through the windows and there are old-ish couple dancing in the middle of the circle with some very classy/fancy music and I was trying to look at them through people’s legs, suddenly the man falls.

No gunshots. No one did anything to him and then the second he falls everyone starts screaming, people were running away but the men were running towards him, I think I was trampled because I was lying on the floor and then everything goes black. That’s all I can remember.

This is a clear memory that has stuck with me since I can remember, I’m really creeped out because I know that memory isn’t mine, I’ve never gone to a fancy party in a church when I was little and I don’t know what happened to that man because I fell over.”

18. No explanation.

“I was delivering newspapers on my route when a longtime customer pulled his car next to me and asked me to just give him his daily spaper now because he was going on a long trip. I handed him his paper and skipped his house.

The next day I was collecting fees and I went to his house. His wife answered and said that I missed her house on my deliveries the day before. I told her what her husband said.

She started crying and told me that he had died a couple weeks ago and it was obviously not possible that I spoke with her husband the day before.

I know what I saw and nearly 30 years later I still think about that situation. I have no way to logically explain what happened and it still give me the creeps.”

19. That’s terrifying.


A ghost saved my life in a haunted old Shakespearean theater by telling me that a plank 60 feet above the stage was missing a section. And he warned me that I would die.

I had worked there all summer when I was 17, and had never seen this guy before. I had landed a cool job as a stage operations crew the summer after high school and worked the “upper theater” high above the stage, on the catwalks.

I was working in a far corner of a theater’s rafters through my lunch break so I could leave early that day, and was asked to walk off the catwalk, cross a wooden plank, and drop a rope down, and pull up a larger rope to tie off on the rafters. We were getting ready for the season, and slowly stringing lights and scenery to the “drops” that were bars on pulleys and counterweights.

As I left the decently made catwalk, I stepped onto a plank and couldn’t see in the middle of the building, but could see a plank rising upward on the other side of the darkness. ‘Ok, it must hit a platform there at the bottom and go up again’. I thought.

I walked 4-5 steps down into a very dimly lit part of the rafters on the plank when a man stopped me.

“Turn around slowly. The plank is missing. No light. Get light”.

“F i i i i n nnnnneee.” I said in a sarcastic teenage voice.

I turned around and got back on the catwalk, walked to the ladder and climbed down to the stage to get a flashlight.

My boss asked “Why are you down here?”

“I need a light, and your guy said a plank was missing and to get a light”

“What guy? You were the only one up there”.

“The old guy with the beard and wool cap”.

My boss, who headed the technical/carpenter/electrical part of the theater was in his late 60s and had worked in that theater for nearly 40 years. He looked amused at first. Laughing, at me asking “how’d you know about that?

“Know about what?” I came down for a flashlight so I could see.

“You’re serious? you saw him?. It must have been 1954, and a rigger fell from the rafters and died. He fell all the way to the stage. I think his name was John. In the ’74 my assistant made up a story about talking to him, but back then we were all smoking something. what are you on?”

“Nothing. come with me let’s see if it’s missing ”

So he did.

Sure enough the plank was missing. There was the plank I was on. A platform, NOTHING, and a platform with a plank from that platform to the upper corner of the building. From my vantage point, it looked like plank, platform, plank, platform, plank.

In the dust along the plank were my footprints leading right to the edge. One more step and I would have fallen to the stage. below us was a thick fabric curtain that separated the stage from the rafters, blocking light from below.

In the horizontal folds of the curtain. A wool cap.

To this day I’ve not stepped back into that theater.”

20. Who was in here?

“You know on cold days inside your car you can breathe on the window and draw on the glass?

I got in my car, and as I look at the windshield I see a few small baby hands. I thought it was strange someone would let a baby play on my cars windshield. I had an urge to touch the baby prints and as I touched it, I wiped away the hand prints. The hand prints were made from inside of my locked car

This is probably the strangest creepiest unexplained phenomena that’s ever happened to me.”

21. Stick figures.

“As a kid I was round a friend’s house after school. It was a sunny day so we went to the park near his house, then through the woods there. (His younger brother was with us as well).

In the woods, beside the path, there were red berries on the ground. The berries had been arranged into three stick figures, which was weird as there were three of us. We got back to the house, and my friend and I decided to go back to take another look (his brother stayed at the house).

When we got back there were only two stick figures. My friend snapped a photo on his phone then kicked the berries and we ran back to the house. I have no idea what was going on; was it just some kind of prank being pulled on us?”

22. Vanished.

“Maybe around age 14, early 1990s.

We were traveling from Texas up to Tacoma, WA. We were about out of money, almost out of gas, no food, stuck in Chico California. I sat in the car while mom took my younger sisters to the restroom at a gas station. I was riddled with anxiety about our situation and looking down. The car door opened and I looked up.

A lady that looked like a brown haired Brady mom sat in the seat and faced me. She said “It seems like you’re down on your luck. Take this and give it to your mom. Tell her to pay it forward some day to someone who needs it.” I looked down into my hand and there was a $100 bill. I looked up and she had disappeared. Nowhere in the parking lot, just vanished. I cried.

When mom came back I told her what happened and she cried. We got gas. There was a guy selling oranges on the side of the road and we bought a bag and went to a local park that had a part of the river with a little spillway dam and went swimming and ate oranges for a couple of hours before getting back on the road.

I never saw the lady again but she saved us and we did make it up to Tacoma to start our new life. Thank you stranger lady with invisible powers, we never forgot your kindness!”

23. Twins.

“When I was a Freshman in high school we had a pair of new students start who were twins. I remember both of them because while they were twins, they had slight differences so I could tell them apart.

Anyways, a few years after high school I get a friend request from one of them. I was looking at her Facebook randomly one day looking at her pictures and didn’t see any of her sister which I thought was odd. I mentioned it to my friend and she looked at my strangely and said “she doesn’t have a twin.” I asked another couple people we went to high school with and they all said the same thing.

I have no idea what happened and it still baffles me because I distinctly remember two of them, but apparently there was only one.”

24. A lifesaver.

“A few years ago, I was at my lowest point in life. Several people close to me had passed away unexpectedly, I was being bullied every day at my job, my life was falling apart.

I was past being depressed – I just couldn’t imagine waking up another day. So I’d planned my suicide – bought a one-way plane ticket, got sleeping pills, and wrote a series of suicide notes.

On the day I was to fly out to fulfill my ‘plan’, there was a terrible accident on the freeway to the airport. It was shut down both ways. So I drove into a nearby pub to have a beer and wait out the traffic. The second I sat on the patio with my drink, a gentleman asked if he could sit with me. Whatever, I thought, sure, who cares. He told me that whatever I was doing next was a terrible idea and I would regret it. I thought, who is this random f*cker? But I listened.

He said that he sensed I was in pain, but that I had an incredible life ahead of me, and that this was not the way my story was supposed to end. Again, I’d never met this guy in my life, and hadn’t mentioned a word to him about my ‘plan’. He asked me to hand him my keys and my wallet, and he’d give them back to me after I talked and he listened.

I poured my heart out to this random guy. Told him all my traumas and pains in life and why I was heading to the airport on a one-way ticket to kill myself in a cemetery across the country where my family was buried. He just listened. And then he pulled out a lighter, asked me to pull out my suicide letters and helped me burn them.

He told me I was worth so much to the world and that after I finished my drink, I needed to head home and get some sleep. He told me I was going to be okay tomorrow, and I believed him. He then gave me my keys and wallet back.

I left that afternoon and went home, hugged my family. Got some sleep – and the next day, I started working on myself – finding a therapist, a new job. Years later, I’m in a fantastic place in life, so, so far from where I was that day. To this day, no one in my life knows how close I came to killing myself. But this random stranger just somehow understood me. And saved my life.

I never saw him again, I don’t even know his name. It’s the most unexplained thing that has ever happened to me. And I think about that guy every day – so, thank you, kind stranger, for saving my life that random September day on a pub patio.”

Have you ever had any really spooky encounters that you couldn’t explain?

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