Oh, boy, I love these kinds of stories!
There’s nothing quite like being scared and creeped out. I just can’t get enough of it!
And if you have the same mindset I do, you’re in for a real treat.
AskReddit users talked about the creepiest, unexplained things that have ever happened to them.
1. The visitor.
“My mother died of cancer when i was a little over 30.
She got a stroke on a day I was very busy with at school, so my last words to her that she could understand were “mom not now I’ll call you later”. Two hours later she was admitted to a hospital and never woke up again.
Half a year later i had a minor surgery but because not the pain i was given morphine. I was in the hospital bed when my mom came in, took a seat next to my bed and we talked for an hour. It was so extremely real, i felt her touch on my hand and we had a very good conversation.
I got to know about morphine only a month later when I received the bill. Till then i was sure it wasn’t a hallucination and i started re-thinking my opinion about the possibility of an after life.
I miss her so f*cking much I’d take a shot would i know she’d come to visit me again.”
2. From a skeptic.
“I saw a guy accidentally drop 16 inch concrete drill bit from shoulder height.
It never hit the ground. It’s like it stopped existing on its way to the floor. No sound of it hitting the floor, nowhere to go, just gone.
3 witnesses all saw the same thing. This happened in a completely empty newly constructed building. Hallway was tiled, walls were cinderblock, newly installed drop ceiling. We had to fill out a missing tool report, got written up for it, had to search the entire building top to bottom for hours.
I’m a very skeptic person. I can’t come up with any reasonable explanation for it. Still think about it when questions like this come up. Sometimes things can just disappear I guess.”
“Driving in rural areas in New England, near the borders of Vermont and Mass, so I am not sure which one I was in.
It was late… Well OK, so late it was actually early. And there was fog, dense dense fog. Like Silent Hill levels of fog. And like an idiot who dies in the opening scene of a horror movie, I am driving on back roads. First my headlight just up and goes out, cannot use high beams because of fog. I am in the middle of no where, I haven’t seen a house or town in a long time.
Car starts making noise, check engine light comes on. So I pull over nothing much around field and fog and dark. Creepy as hell. I gamely look at the engine, I can fix electronics, not engines. I tighten all the things I know.
Car now won’t start. So I am in the dark, in the middle of no where, on the side of the road.
Because of the natural rules of how things work, my cell phone has no service as well. It is like one big cliché. But I am not stupid enough to go wandering the roads right now. So I recline my seat and decide to take a nap for a couple hours until the sun comes up.
I wake up, the sun is coming up, the fog is going away… and I am in on the main street of a tiny town, parked in front of what looks like the Bates Motel house. Houses everywhere. It was the the creepiest feeling. I was sure in off in the woods.
There was not a light on in any house all night? There was a service station 50 yards up the road, I walked up to it, talked to the guy (who looked perfectly normal), he walked over to look at the car, asked me to try to start it…. and it did. F*cking thing turned over right away. And… BOTH headlights were working.
I drove on, never got the name of the little village, and I couldn’t find it on a map. I always felt like I was in this big set up for a horror movie that just didn’t pan out.”
4. The ring.
“I lost an opal ring that my father had given me. A few years later, I’d moved to a new house in a different town.
My son, who hadn’t even been born yet when the ring was lost, was digging with a spoon underneath a concrete slab that served as patio. He pulled out the ring that I’d lost years before.
I’ve never been able to figure out how the ring not only got to the new location, but also got underneath a concrete slab that had been poured long before I lost the ring.
I still have the ring, and sometime during its travels the opal was cracked.”
5. What the hell?
“When I was 19, my girlfriend and I were hanging out in my bedroom when she suddenly let out a shriek and ran for the door.
When I caught her in the hallway and calmed her down enough to find out what was wrong she told me that she saw a live lizard crawl out of my mouth and run down my body, jump to the floor and ran in her direction.
She was dead serious about it and still shaking.
Cut to twenty years later and I’m in the house of a different girlfriend in a different town hanging out in her bedroom. The identical scenario happens. A lizard running out of my mouth, her running out scared, etc.
I can’t for the life of me fathom how and why this happened. Once was weird enough, but f*cking twice?! I’m a nice guy, not the anti-Christ. Please share any insights you may have about this.”
“When I was 13 I had a weird flash of a nightmare while asleep.
All I remembered was kneeling on asphalt and holding my hand to my mouth, in the worst pain of my life. I told my mom about the dream because it scared me so much.
2 years later, I was hit by a car while crossing the street and ended up in that exact position, kneeling on asphalt, holding my mouth while blood poured out. My head had apparently bounced off the rear view mirror and that had knocked my two front teeth back into my soft palate.
I didn’t remember the dream, but my mom did, and it really f*cked with her. I don’t believe in premonitions, but I often wonder if maybe traumatic events can echo somehow through time.”
7. Country estate.
“My dad and step-mother got married when I was ten years old at a countryside estate which is now a wedding venue.
The other kids and I were playing hide and seek in this massive house (Every kids dream) when my sister (12 at the time) was chasing my younger cousin (7 at the time) who had long blonde hair wearing a blue dress down a long hallway.
Half way down the hallway the younger cousin dips in to this old spiral staircase that only goes up a quarter rotation before it’s blocked off with a wall. My sister jumps round the corner and shouts “Gotcha!” Except NOBODY was in this blocked staircase. She runs back to my dad crying saying that our cousin disappeared through a wall and everyone laughed it off because said cousin was right next to her.
Fast forward 5 years, I’m 15 and I get a job as a waiter at the same wedding venue. The estate has an orangery which is where they hold the ceremonies and I notice a small stained glass window depicting a blonde haired girl wearing a blue dress with the dates 1931-1937 underneath her.
Naturally I’m dumbfounded so I ask about the stained glass window – the venue manager tells me that after being sold by the original owner the estate was a boarding school for girls. She tells me that a young girl fell out of a top floor window and sadly passed away.
The hallway that my sister chased ‘my cousin’ down was an old servants hallway and the staircase was the central staircase that leads directly up to the old girls dormitories on the top floor.
Learned a lot about the house during my 5 years working there, nothing else spooky but plenty that is very, very interesting.”
“I work for a funeral company. One afternoon I did a viewing for a man who was having his funeral the next day.
Usually at the end of the day we put the bodies back in the fridge but because we’d been really busy, and I was at a small branch, we only had a very small fridge and it was already full so on the rare occasion, if they’ve been embalmed, we’ll leave them in the chapel with the air conditioner cranked up because we have good security systems and who wants to break into a funeral home anyway?
So the next morning I’m the first one in and I walk into the chapel and the man is out of his coffin laying face down on the floor. Not sprawled, but perfectly neat, like he’d floated up out of his coffin, turned face down, and floated down to the ground.
Obviously I had a heart attack and my first thought was someone had broken in and done this or were staff members playing a prank? A very sackable prank and I can’t imagine any of our staff doing that for any reason.
And what’s more we have security cameras and motion detectors and swipe cards so you can see who has come and gone but there was NOTHING! According to the security no one came in or left that night. Unfortunately, or fortunately, we don’t have security cameras in the chapel.
And if you’re thinking the guy wasn’t really dead, I’m not in a third world country, he was dead, he had been embalmed, you don’t tend to survive and embalming. So yeah, it was a massive investigation and no one could explain how he ended up like that. It still gives me the creeps every time I go in there.”
“When I was about 15 I was home alone in my house at night. It was just me and my 3 dogs.
My dogs were normally very lazy at night, all they would do is lay in their dog beds chilling out until bedtime. But for some reason on this night they all became very agitated at the same time. They all kept running into different rooms in my house and growled and barked at empty corners, something that they had never done before or since.
I checked the whole house and never found anything. I don’t believe in anything supernatural but that night I slept in my parents bedroom with the door locked, a gun next to me, and all 3 dogs on the bed with me.”
10. This is weird.
“My uncle used to have a cabin in the woods near Winter, Wisconsin on a relatively undeveloped arm of the Chippewa Flowage.
Not too remote that you couldn’t pop into town for necessities, but far enough in the boonies that if you got hurt you’d be in serious trouble. I used to spend time there in the summer tearing through the woods with my two cousins.
One morning when I was about ten my uncle woke us up roughly and told us it was time to go fishing. It was still super early and we were all confused because it was pitch dark and who the hell went fishing so early anyway? He hustled us down to the dock where he kept his little fishing boat and quickly launched us into the water and away from the house.
At this point we were all getting a little freaked out by the weirdness of the situation. We thought maybe we were being punished because my uncle had gone to chop wood the previous morning and couldn’t find his axe anywhere.
He’d left it lodged in a stump next to the cabin and accused us of messing with it, which, to be fair, sounded like something we probably would have done. He ended up having to drive into town to buy a new one.
He wasn’t talking, though. We just sat shivering under a blanket at the bow of the boat while my uncle stared wild-eyed at the shoreline and waved a flashlight furtively ahead of us.
We eventually arrived at my uncle’s friend’s cabin across the lake and tumbled into his house. Our uncle sent us to the loft to sleep and he and his buddy locked the doors and left, not returning until well after sunrise.
Eventually our uncle showed up with the truck and trailer already packed with all of our gear and told us it was time to go home. We all thought it was weird that we were leaving the cabin days early, but we were kids so we just went with it. My uncle was quiet for the whole long drive back to civilization.
Many years later my uncle confided to me that the reason he’d hustled us home was because he’d woken up around 3am to a strange “Thok! Thok! Thok!” sound from outside the cabin.
He’d gone out to investigate when a massive jack pine fell directly across the narrow driveway, blocking us in. Startled by the noise, he swept his flashlight along the tree line just in time to see a man holding an axe slink away into the dark of the wood.
He and his buddy had to take turns chainsawing the tree apart while the other stood watch with a rifle. He never found the axe.”
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