People Share 43 Stories Of When They Visited A Place That Made Them Nope Out Immediately

Operating room for brain surgery.

It's freezing cold, they wheel you up to this stainless steel bed with a cage you put your head in. They tighten down clamps on your head so it can't move. Then knock you out.

You wake up multiple times over a 4.5 hour surgery, semi conscious, eyes closed but you can say "I hear you guys", or snap your fingers and hold a finger up like "waiter", and the anesthesiologist hits you with a dose.

After they're done, they poke a giant needle (ice pick) into different facial muscles to make sure they didn't break anything. Poking it into a muscle causes a subconscious flinching and they look at the muscle group flinching to make sure each category is still rigged up. I had a bunch of scabs and taped cotton balls across my face and scalp. Then they seal up your skull and sign off on it.

They use reciprocating saws and similar power tools to carpenters, it's morbid, terrifying, cold. But it can give you your life back. I spent 2 nights in the hospital and was driving to work 7 days later feeling like a million bucks.

Serious? the gas chamber in mauthausen concentration camp. its a deeply truly horrifying experience.

An abandoned mental institution in NJ. My friend brought us there and we wandered the grounds and went in a few buildings, including the morgue. The offices still had patient files and the pediatric area still had kids artwork. It had been abandoned for about eight years at that point. It was really creepy and also really sad.

I explored the abandoned Six Flags in New Orleans. It was closed for Katrina and never opened again. While my friends and I were there we found everything essentially as it was left 4 years prior: computers in the admin office, tickets in admission booth, even jars of f*****g pickles in the concession stands.

The very room in which my uncle committed s*****e before I was born. My mum showed me the hook from which he hung his noose, it was the handle on the attic door. We went into the attic to retrieve his old things (which is why we went to the house) and paid respects. I had inherited some of his stuff (his favourite books, a teddy bear he had bought especially for me before he died, his school books which on second thought was strange but my mum wanted me to have been able to ‘know’ my uncle as a person and she said maybe looking through his school records and old notebooks would help me connect more to him) and I went to where his ashes had been scattered to leave some stuff by the ‘shrine’ we had created for him

Paramedic here. Iv been in people’s homes that are literally insane and have seen some unexplainable items like c****m icicles. Take a moment to process that.... Iv seen weird shrines worshiping things a squirrel/bird skeleton. People living in a literal sea of cockroaches. No to mention the booby traps.

Getting some request for stories ( u/hamez25 ) so I’ll share a few. I’m not the best story teller but 100% true.

Get a call for a person down in an intersection. Respond early in the morning around 530 just before dawn. We approach the intersection street lights were still on and there was a fog bank that hadn’t cleared yet which was also very rare for our town. With low visibility we proceed with caution and we see a power chair on the sidewalk. One that the elderly drive like a rascal. anyway the power chair was empty. We exit the ambulance and walk up to the power chair to investigate. The fog bank made it extremely eerie and quiet. I take a few steps down the sidewalk and noticed a small smear of what appeared to be blood. In a short distance I find another smear. I tell my partner to follow me I think I have something. I soon realized I’m on a trail of smears of blood that are gradually getting bigger. I’m assuming that a limb is being dragged across the ground and progressively getting worse and bleeding more. I begin to notice a faint sound in the distance. And I realized whatever was leaving this smear of blood was ahead of us. We walked for not being able to see much and the sound gets louder. It’s a moan. The moaning was mixed with a gargling sound. Whatever was up there was alive but as I would find out it shouldn’t have been. I see a figure in the air not touching the ground and I stopped dead in my tracks. My partner being less cowardly than me walks ahead. I follow close behind him and we come up to the figure.

It’s not floating. It’s caught on a chain link fence. And it’s a person. This guys clothes were all torn up. His skin was cold and gray. His head was hanging low and his body was positioned like he was being crucified. And he had no legs. Yes no legs. Hence the power chair. He had been there all night. Once we cut him down and gave him glucose he was able to tell us his story. His power chair had ran out of battery on his way home from the liquor store. No one was around to help him and he didn’t have a phone. So he tried to crawl to a payphone. But his sugar got low being a diabetic and he got caught on a broken chain link fence and ended up climbing half way up it.

This is the closest I’ve ever been to coming across a real zombie. But since zombies don’t exist it was just a diabetic double amputee on a broken fence. The scene was straight out of a movie and felt so d**n real.

I went to a rest stop at 1am outside Springfield Illinois a few years back. Went to the restroom and there was blood everywhere. It looked like something got slaughtered. I have never high tailed it out of somewhere so quickly beforehand.

Update: So a bit of context. This occurred at a reststop along hwy 55 outside of Springfield. This was a very old reststop (not a gas station). It happened in Oct (maybe Nov) of 2014. Pretty close to Halloween.

Forest Haven is an abandoned insane asylum in Maryland. It’s posted no trespassing and technically patrolled by guards, but in reality is very easy to get into. I was there two weeks ago with my SO, exploring and taking photos. There are 22 buildings on the property, all just wide open and abandoned, covered in collapsed ceiling tiles, broken glass, and graffiti. There is still furniture in some of the rooms, and if you delve deep enough into the property, you can still find patient records that were left behind when they closed.

We actually found a stack of patient files in a dark, windowless room. It was so surreal, reading about a “severely mentally r******d” man with “a history of schizophrenia” who “talks incessantly.” This patient had a 1-page handwritten summary for every year that he had been in the hospital, and they all started out the same... “Kenny is an almost 45-year old white male with severe mental retardation and a history of schizophrenia. He has been at Forest Haven for five years”. Only the age and duration change from page to page. The first one is dated 1973, and the last page in his file is a printed memorial flyer showing he died in September of 1990. The facility was ordered to close in 1974, but didn’t actually close its doors until 1991. In its last year of operation, there were 9 deaths at the asylum. Kenny was one of them.

The creepiest part? The patient who’s file I randomly opened up to, in the middle of a stack of wet, moldering files, sitting on the corner of a collapsing desk in an interior room of an abandoned basement? He shared the same first and middle name as my SO. Just a weird, creepy coincidence in a cold, wet, creepy place.

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Here's a handful of the photos I took

More or less a combination of creepy and sad, but Cambodia.

Went with family to see Angkor Wat (Huge temple, an absolute marvel, was featured in Tomb Raider I believe) and stopped in the town center for a bite to eat with our guide. We wandered away from the guide just to explore a bit and we were approached by a young girl (15-16) carrying what looked to be a sleeping toddler; she asked us to buy milk for her baby and we obliged because hey, babies need food.

Just as we were about to walk into the store our guide spots us and tells us to get in his car (we used it for transportation to and from a bunch of temples); the girl then starts screaming profanities at us and the guide and we pile into our car. She started banging on the windows of the car (while still screaming) after the door was closed, and surprisingly enough the toddler still didn't wake up. We asked our guide wtf just happened and he relayed this to us:

Apparently in Cambodia (and some other countries), gangs will profit off of not only s*x trafficking from children but also a form of "pity" trafficking. They will take a small child (toddler) and d**g them so they look as though they're sleeping; they'll pass the child off to a young girl who will beg for food/money/etc and pose as the toddlers mother. Then, she'll pass the child off to a new girl who will repeat the act. They do this until the child wakes up, will feed them, and then start the process again.

As the toddlers get older they'll be taught to try and sell things to tourists; if they fail to meet a quota they'll sometimes lose limbs (fingers, hands, arms, legs) and will then run a story about how they "stepped on an old landmine." This is actually somewhat possible as the country is still reeling from the impact Pol Pot had and there *are* still unearthed landmines, but the issue is that

In rural Missouri, back in high school - there was an old abandoned house on a country road that everyone had heard rumors about - “the dad m******d his whole family inside and then shoved them in refrigerators” or “back in the 30s, the son would m**der his classmates on the way home from school”

So, naturally, my friends and I decided to go check it out. The front porch was mostly all caved in, but once we got inside - it was very bizarre how abandoned it truly was. There were newspapers and pieces of mail from the 50s (this was in the early 2000s) and mattresses with what looked like old blood on them.

The kitchen had an old fridge - so I took a photo of it. Then, the room beside the kitchen had another fridge and two large freezers. There was a pair of overalls hanging on a door. It was mostly trashed and pretty creepy, since we had to rely on our flashlights and we were all feeling super creeped out by the multiple antiquated refrigerators.

Once back in the car, we went back through the digital camera that I used to take several photos. Almost all of the photos had these very prominent orange/yellow streaks - and on one of the photos of a refrigerator, there was a perfect orange orb circle outline.

We noped the f**k out of there, but that wasn’t the last time we went in there either.

Edit: I found the photos! These were snapped with a little digital camera with the flash on. The one on the mattress was the weirdest to me. I got goosebumps when I found them again.

I was on a family vacation to Atlanta, about 1972. We went to visit some cousins of my grandmothers. Twin sisters, never married, in their 80's. The house was in a rundown neighbourhood. From the street you'd think it was abandoned. Overgrown yard, part of the roof caved in, boarded up windows. Inside, it was all antiques, and furniture from the 30's and 40's, slowly deteriorating, and it looked as though they hadn't dusted in years. Wallpaper pealing, old portraits half fallen. Looking up to the second floor from the stairs, just cobwebs and collapsed ceilings. They said they hadn't been up their in years. And definitely rat noises. They both looked and lived like ghosts, and seemed half mad, very civil and proper but off. As an 8 year old, I was terrified, especially when one of them joked and said "You should leave him here. He can live with us". I burst into tears, and we left.

My own attic when I was 8. Shut the lights off on your way out and sprint down the steps like the ceiling is collapsing behind you. Whoever says childhood is fun and beautiful is wrong, it's terrifying.

My old house. About 5 years ago I was living in a town just outside of Washington DC. The house was a short 2 story house with a basement that was built in the 50s. The whole house has a weird vibe to it, not exactly scary, but unsettling. In 2011, the year that we moved in, the guy that built the house stopped by, he told us that he built the house with his dad and three brothers in 1952. During the building they found a few skeletons while they were digging out the driveway and of course called the police. Turns out the bodies were union soldiers from the civil war who had most likely been k**ed during the battle of bull run and buried as the union army marched back to DC.

Also the basement was unfinished, flooded constantly, and had a spricket infestation.

I was working at Livingston Mall in New Jersey at Toyzam in 2011/2012. This mall is dirty as f**k behind the scenes. It was supposed to be a mall for the rich as Livingston is full of rich people but no one came because they went to the vastly superior Short Hills Mall.

Anyway, one of my things is exploring new places and this was the first time I was able to explore this place. We had pallets that we needed to get rid of too, and my boss gave me the job of making them disappear.

So anyway, one day I’m traversing the labyrinthine back halls of this place and I come upon a door that seems to be in a weird place. I open it up and peek inside and it’s like a 3 by 11 foot mini hall, maybe a bit longer. In it is a long series of shelves with nothing on it and it seems like this may have been pet of something at some point. Theres leaves on the ground, roaches both living and dead on the shelves and floor, and a set of over hanging tube lights that had at best three semi functional bulbs, casting a pale eerie glow from them. Of that, there’s chains hanging off of them. This thing looked and seemed straight up out of a horror film.

Amusingly my boss when I told him and showed him the place said “Why am I not surprised you found a place like this?” Because he knew I liked exploring and it’s just something I do. Never found out what the place was for, but it did make a good place to stow some wooden pallets.

In high school my friends and I would go up to the local abandoned state mental hospital to explore. The rooms were mostly creepy from the state of decay they were in. There was a lot of graffiti, with things like “666” and bands names (Tool, Marilyn Manson) spray painted on the walls. The graffiti wasn’t creepy, just markings from other teenagers. Sometimes we would find bullet casings scattered on the floor.

However, the creepiest area I saw were the underground tunnels. A security guard “caught” us on the property and told us to come back in a half hour after the Statie did their rounds. We met up with him and he took us down into the tunnels that staff would have used to travel between buildings. I just remember how dark it was and he was the only one with a flashlight, as that cell phones at this time were Nokia bricks.

The other creepy part was when he drove us around the property in his Dodge Caravan that had his cat in it. Dry cat food was all over the floor.

16 year old me was really stupid, hahaha. Even though nothing bad happened it always sounds like the makings of a horror movie.

Edit: This was at Metropolitan State Hospital (Met State) in Waltham, MA. Like many other old hospitals it was torn down and turned into condos. Only an administrative building still exists.

There is a little cemetery (Metfern) in the woods nearby where you can find the gravestones of the patients. They are only marked with C’s and P’s (Catholic/Protestant) and their patient numbers. I like to stop by every now and then to pay my respects. I have noticed that someone comes by, I assume on religious holidays, and leaves a flower on every grave.

St Paul's catacombs in Malta. Husband and I found a passage haphazardly taped off and decided to explore a little bit further. It got pitch black pretty fast so we tore back to the public area. I can't even imagine how badly that could have ended.

I had a friend who cleaned out and sold foreclosed homes for a living. He once took me on a ride to a house he had to photograph for the bank after it had gone into foreclosure. From the moment we got there, it was unsettling. It was in the area of a ski resort, and the neighborhood was wealthy, but once we stepped inside, it was clear that it had been used as a kind of boarding house for resort staff. Numbers outside each of the bedroom doors, large closets/ weird spaces turned into bedrooms. The place was filthy, with black garbage bags everywhere, pizza boxes, booze bottles, like clearly a party house for staff, but recently abandoned.

At one point, I was on the ground floor, and my friend was in the basement, when I suddenly got full body chills. I was standing in the kitchen and there was a bathroom next to it with the door closed, and I somehow knew that there was someone hiding in that bathroom. At the very same instant, my friend called me down to the basement where he had found a back corner which had been converted into another sleeping area. There was a television still on, just showing static, and a kitchen knife on a crate next to the mattress. That was the moment I stepped directly behind my 6’4”, 300lb friend and told him we had to get the f**k out of there.

I’m pretty sure the home was being used as an illegal boarding house for undocumented resort workers, and I honestly felt bad for the terrified kid who was still squatting in the basement, but I sure as hell didn’t want to find him.

Back during Vietnam my unit got hit hard in the jungle. We split and one group went to help find the VC who attacked us, we stayed behind to evacuate the wounded. The 4 able bodies were supposed to hop on with the injured and go. We load up and one chopper doesn't make it back so we 4 can't load we would be grossly over weight. Its late sun is low pilot says he will drop these guys and come back for us. So we divvy up ammo from the wounded and squat in a open field. 20 minutes goes by then a hour, two hours its now pitch black and were seated in a grassy field. We spent the whole night looking at every stick and leaf thst twitched, you could feel the tension. We sat in a star back to back with our rifles pointed out. We knew we couldn't repel the attack but we decided to take as many as we could before being over run, if over run we would pull grenades and do everyone and the VC for 25 feet in every direction. The tension was thick, sunrise we heard the Huey come. On the way back he had a hydraulics issue they worked all night to fix it so we could get flown out ASAP. All 4 dust offs had issues and took bullets so that is why the other one didnt return the first time. That field of grass was extremely spooky even if it was just in our minds.

The solitary confinement cells at Alcatraz - which is a pretty creepy place all on its own. But those cells are like the Heart of Darkness. There are four or five of them just off the library, all the cell doors open onto a windowless hallway, so it’s dark leading to dark.

I went in there on my own and I swear something evil was squatting in the corner waiting for me leave my soul unattended. 10/10 for creepy, will not go back.

Earnestine and Hazels in Memphis. Old Blues bar that Ray Charles played at back in the day and prior to that was a brothel at one point, ran by 2 sisters(?) Earnestine and Hazel. Later, we find the place is reportedly haunted.

We had a few beers and ate possibly the best handmade hamburger I’ve ever had.

We venture upstairs which still looked like an old boarding house with dark colored bead board on the walls and ceiling. It was darkly lit with empty rooms filled with dim colored lights, broken pianos, jukeboxes, odd furniture, broken desks, etc.. The upstairs bathroom had a claw foot tub with a single red light bulb in there.. it felt like a m**der scene. We were buzzed but I still felt a bit uneasy up there.

There was one door closed and you could tell someone was in there. Figured it was the office or something.

The end of the hallway had an upstairs bar that we chilled at for a while and left soon after.

A few months later I read about the owner, who lived upstairs (and was probably who I saw in that upstairs room), committed s*****e in that very room.

It was a very cool place but I will probably never go back in there..