58 Spooky Things People Experienced That Are Way Worse Than Halloween Costumes And Fake Decorations

Its not scary or (to me) creepy but it IS unexplainable and supernatural

I currently live alone in my great grandparents house, my grandpas childhood home. Its been in the family basically since it was built. My great grandpa didn't d*e IN the house but he was rushed to the hospital from the house and eventually d**d. Its important to note that a lot of the original furniture is still here!

so my great grandpa was a stern but affectionate guy. he was that trope where the big tough scary dude is secretly soft for kids and animals. Above all he was a known lover of cats. He ALWAYS had at least one cat, he rescued kittens constantly. My cats always seem to congregate where he used to spend his time. Where his chair used to be, in his old bed, at his seat at the dining room table

I've always sort of felt his presence in the house. I wasn't especially close to him because like I said he was a super intimidating type of dude lol but he was kind to me and my sisters and cousins. During hurricane Sally we lost power in my city for like a week, and on the first night, when I was trying to wait the storm out alone, SUPER nervous, his old alarm radio came on. It was static but it sort of sounded like a man was speaking, maybe on a talk show or something. Im sure there's a logical explanation (im NOT tech savvy) but this radio has no battery power feature like it HAS to be plugged in to work, AND no matter what I did to it it wouldn't go off or turn down, even when I f****d with the volume

I started living here with my dad shortly after his d***h when I was about 15 and now I live here alone as an adult. Idk if its the memories or what, but I've never felt alone in the house, even when I for sure was.

Ran into a bear. No, I mean *ran into* a bear.

I was visiting a relative down in Florida. I wasn't used to nights being so warm and balmy, so I went for a walk at around 9:30. The neighborhood was a pretty nice one, so I wasn't worried. No one told me that there were black bears around, and that they like to go through peoples garbage.

So I'm walking on the sidewalk, crossing someone's driveway, there are two cars on it, and I'm about to walk past the first. Meanwhile Mr. Bear is just leaving after a good scrounge, he's *between* the two cars, and about to exit. As fate would have it, our trajectories intersected.

He walks out from between the cars just as I'm walking past them, and I actually bump into the d**n thing. There's about a half second of my brain going "No f*****g way that just happened", and I'd like to think Mr. Bear was thinking the same thing, because neither of us immediately reacted. Then I either broke the world record for backwards leaping or briefly unlocked my latent mutant teleporting ability, because I *zipped* back fifteen feet and then ran for dear life.

No idea what the bear did, I didn't dare look behind me. I'm assuming he didn't give chase, because those things are faster than they look, and it definitely would have caught me. Maybe it was too full of garbage to feel like running, maybe it was relatively used to humans from hanging around the area and didn't care, or maybe it was just laughing its a*s off. Regardless, I've never run so fast in my entire life.

When I was younger I used to live by the woods and could see a cemetery from my back porch. One Easter I remember waking up and seeing the Easter bunny (one of those terrifying costumes) and what really gets me is I remember smelling the wet hay. When I woke up I didn't tell anyone, but there was an extra Easter egg in my house that my parents didn't hide. Years later when I was in high school I asked my parents if they ever dressed up like the Easter bunny and came into our room, they said they would never go through so much trouble.

Then my younger sister, who I shared a bunk bed with when this happened, said she remembers when the Easter bunny came into our room and made a remark about the hay smell. I was terrified that we both remembered seeing a person dressed as a bunny in our room. To make it even stranger, I told the friends I sat with at lunch what happened. One of the girls was my neighbor across the street. She told me one Easter a long time she looked out her window during the night and saw the Easter bunny standing in her driveway. I had chills. To this day I am terrified of people in rabbit costumes. TL;DR A man in a bunny suit came into my room when I was a child and stood over me.

Not me, but a true story of something that happened recently to my mother:

My mother was having dinner at a friends house. It was a small old cottage that's been around for 100 years. She tries to find the bathroom and pulls on a door that is locked. The friend sees and says "Sorry that goes to the basement, the bathroom is over there." Thinking it is odd, my mother asks why the basement door is locked. "Its always locked, in fact I don't even have a key for it, the real estate agent advised me not to go down there as its not been upgraded like the rest of the cottage. Its little more than a root cellar."

Fast forward a few weeks, when my mother (who works for the police department's community division) is working on a project about the history of the police department in the town. An old man comes in with news clippings about various community events, as well as a news clipping from the 50's about a gruesome m****r. My mom was a bit taken aback. "Sorry, I forgot those clippings were in here too." "No...I know this address, its my friends house! What happened there?" "Oh..." said the old man. "Well, that use to be my mother's house. She had been dating this man who was cruel to her. Beat her horribly. She tried again and again to break it off with him, but he'd always come back. Finally my aunt moved in with us, and my mother finally broke up with him." He starts getting emotional "Then one night he broke in, and tied my mother, aunt, sister, and brother up in the basement. He sh*t them all in front of my mother. Then he sh*t her, and k****d himself, leaving a note that she would never leave him again. I was away at college...." He started to sob.

And that is how my mother's friend learned she has a haunted quadruple m****r-s*****e scene in her basement. She moved out a year later.

I once had to work a very late shift at the funeral home to prepare a body for a viewing the following morning. I think I finally finished my work around midnight. Anyways, it was winter, and I ended up getting snowed in at the funeral home. I had to stay the night until plows came early AM to plow out. Let me tell you - it's f*****g creepy sleeping in a funeral home knowing there are 20 d**d people in the basement.

I was a campus security guard, my job was basically to make sure no one was in the buildings past midnight. It was 1 am and I was going to clear the old psychiatric building. This is one of the only building on campus without lights constantly on, and on the job we aren't supposed to turn on lights cause someone who sees the lights on from outside might call the police and waste everybody's time. So I just had a flashlight. I was patrolling the top floor and it was f*****g spooky.

This was the building the campus bought from the city in the early 1900's that was a psych word that the campus turned into a psychiatric building and eventually a biochemistry building. I heard a door creaking down the hall behind me and when I went to shut the door a f*****g 6' tall man was in there in the dark so I yelled and f*****g bolted. As I ran out of the building I ate s**t on the last flight of stairs and tumbled down. Unfortunately I landed right as my boss (an on duty police officer) was coming in. She came in because of the scream. I told her their was someone upstairs, then she walked down with a wooden statue carving of Sacajawea. What it was doing there I dont know, but that s**t sucked a*s.

In college, I would go home every other weekend to work at the job I had since high school. I would drive directly from campus after my last class on Friday to my job (about an hour) and, after my shift was done, I'd go back to my parent's house which was out in the middle of nowhere.

My parents weren't yet home when I got back from work (they often spend their Friday and Saturday evenings drinking like they were the ones in college), so the house was dark and, since it was mid fall, so was the yard - save for the yard light. I pulled into my normal parking spot, got out of the car and then turned to open the back door of my car and get my backpack out of the back seat.

That's when I noticed that the bathroom light was on.

Was that light on when I pulled up? It must have been, right?

As I was contemplating the light and reaching for my backpack, there was suddenly a very angry looking old woman standing in the window staring at me. We're not talking resting b***h face here either, she was pissed off at me and I knew it.

We stood there staring at each other for a good ten seconds when my parent's pulled into the driveway and distracted me from my stare down with the woman in the bathroom. By the time I turned back, the light was still on, but the woman was gone.

I was seventeen, still living in my parents' house. Everyone was away on a Friday night so I had a few friends over. We smoked a little, and were chilling in the basement playing video games. Two of my friends ran upstairs to get some snacks out of the pantry. After a few seconds they came running down the steps yelling my name. They say somebody just pulled into my driveway. I hear the dog start freaking out. I panic, thinking my parents are home, and I scramble to hide the weed and pipe we had sitting next to the back door.

I walked up the steps and looked out the window. There was no car in the driveway but my dog was still freaking out. I went outside to see if anyone was out there. It was late, almost midnight, and cold. I was barefoot and poorly dressed. I walked around my house, shivering and nervous, and found nothing. I went back inside, took my dog down to the basement with me and tried to relax.

Maybe twenty minutes later, we hear a huge crashing sound. It sounded like something had exploded right in front of the house. We ran outside through the back door and saw a car wrapped around a tree right by the road in my neighbor's front yard. My dog starts freaking out again. It was my brother's car. My brother had gone with my parents to my aunt's and left his car in the garage. I ran to look inside and there was nobody in it.

I immediately called my brother, freaking out. When he answered the phone I was both relieved and confused. He instructed me to call the police. He came home. The police came and looked around. They took statements from everybody (we hid the fact that we were high pretty well). As the tow truck was pulling my brother's care out of the front yard, the police received a call about a break in down the street. They left an officer with us and the rest left to respond to the call.

It turns out that a group of people were going through my neighborhood, breaking into houses and stealing cars out of garages. I was in the house when the burglar stole my brother's car. I may have even walked right past him at one point. When they caught the group, one of the guys was injured as if he had been in a car wreck. He was the one who had broken into my house. I knew him. He had graduated from my high-school when I was a freshmen. He had house-sat for us. He knew where we kept the spare keys, he knew that if one of us was home that the doors would be unlocked and he waited until it was just me, alone in the house.

It wasn't paranormal, but it still creeps me out to this day that the guy had waited for myself, or any of my other family members, to be alone in the house and had broken in. It scares me that I was so completely unaware of my surroundings back then that I would have let that guy get the drop on me if he had hostile intentions. It makes me sick that somebody we had trusted to stay in our house while we were gone would come back a couple years later and do something like that.

A few weeks I was walking my dog late at night and I could see a woman a block or so away coming towards me on the same sidewalk. Nobody else was around, the street was deserted, just her and me. As she got a little closer I could see that she was walking slowly, was wearing shabby clothes, shuffling and dragging a foot. Her head was low to her chest and her hair was hanging, covering her face. When she was about 20 feet away I started to get nervous, she definitely looked odd and was moving purposefully and quicker than I thought. I was frightened now, but told myself I was being silly and overreacting. Stay calm, I thought. I tried to casually pull my dog to head off to the right, out of this woman's path, but no luck my dog wasn't having it.

When she was about a foot away she lifted her head a little and croaked "Hello, dear." and passed me on her way. She must have had some sort of disability or something, but I swear to god she looked just like a f*****g zombie and scared the living s**t out of me.

When I was a kid the cabinets in my parents house would slam every night after my father fell asleep. Then about 7 years ago, after gutting the house and adding an addition, I would see a figure in my bedroom doorway at very odd times. Then sometimes over my shoulder during the day I would see a man in a black suit with white hair. At this point I'm seeing this figure so often I start to question my sanity. The final night he bursts out of my closet and I finally see this terrifying old man's face, I close my eyes scream and I wait. When I opened my eyes he was gone, the image has been burned into my mind since. I don't see him again after that night. Now a few years later I'm home from college for my fall break and go to see a movie with my family. My brothers and I drive home separately from our parents, and being near Halloween are telling scary stories. I tell my experiences with the old man, my youngest brother who was 16 at the time starts to freak the f*****g f**k out. He had seen the man running at him from his closet the past two nights in a row. We have never spoke of it again.

As a young adult, I visited my mom in Tucson. She had me stay in the spare bedroom that basically had a bed, a sewing machine, a nightstand, and a walk-in closet.

Middle of the night I wake up with a wave of fear. I know there is something watching me from the closet. I can't look directly that way, but in my peripheral vision I know the closet door is open and just dark inside. Whatever was there was evil and did not like me there, or so I thought. It probably wasn't too many minutes that I decided to just go back to sleep since nothing was happening, but I remember thinking that it was silly to be so scared; reminded me of when I was a kid.

Next morning, wake up and mom's in the kitchen with her head buried in the crossword puzzle, coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other. I start to tell her the story of the "weird" thing that happened last night, and as the story continued she started to look up from her crossword, looked at me more intently, and her jaw started to drop.

She explained that a few weeks back when my brother came to visit her and stayed in the same room, he described the very same story that happened to him, including that he was embarrassed to have that kind of fear as an adult.

Just to add a little spice: the townhouse wasn't that old or anything, but it was built on the grounds of the former Tucson Tuberculosis Sanatorium.

When I was about 10 or 12, I don't really remember, I had an odd experience. At the time, I was sharing a room with my sister. We had lofted beds and I slept on the top bunk. We had this stereo and when you would press the button to turn it on, it would "click" and a red light would pop up. Our beds were on one side of the room and the stereo was on a desk on the opposite side. One night I was woken up by the "click" sound that the stereo makes when the power button is pressed. I recognized the sound and sat up in bed. I looked over at the stereo and the light blinks on. I look over at my sister and she is fast asleep (her bed was under mine but perpendicular, so I could see the top half of her from my bed).

The stereo is playing that white noise sound that it makes when it isn't on a specific station. Suddenly, I can hear someone saying, "Away," coming from the stereo. Just one word, "Away". First, it starts off soft and gradually gets louder, until it becomes a yell, "AWAY, AWAY, AWAY". It took about 10-15 seconds probably to build up to the yell, and then it died back down to a whisper. I thought this was a dream. I was frozen out of fear. I thought this had to be my imagination, and I tried telling myself that during the whole thing. I had almost convinced myself of it until it stopped. After the voice died away, the stereo went back to static. Then, I heard the familiar "click" and the light turned off. I was positive I wasn't dreaming the ending "click". I stared at the stereo for a few more moments, too freaked to move, looked back at my sister and saw she was still asleep, and finally laid back in bed, covered myself with my sheets, and willed myself back to sleep. I consider myself a rational person, but I had no rational explanation for this. Freakiest s**t that has ever happened to me.

When my niece was really young, she was in a bouncer at my sisters house, I was house and babysitting.

I had left her to go to the kitchen to grab some water. My sisters chocolate labs were probably sniffing and licking her head because I could hear her giggling like she was having a blast. I hadn't notice how cold it had gotten. Then I heard it. A loud wooden SNAP. Like a thick piece of wood had been snapped in half suddenly or a tree was knocked over.

I ran into the room and what I saw and smelled f***ked me out. The dogs were huddled in the corner whimpering, my niece was just staring at the ceiling corner with wide eyes, and it was cold and smelled like Stetson.

I took her and we decided to go to a different room. When my sister finally came home, I told her what happened. She just rolled her eyes and said "that is Hugh." I was confused. She said Hugh was the previous owner of the house who had d**d ten years before his wife sold it. She said he likes to follow my niece around and you can tell it his him because the dogs f***k, it gets cold and smells like cheap cologne.

I don't believe in that s**t, but I do believe that feeling you get in your gut when something doesn't feel right. I babysit my niece at my house now, sorry Hugh.

In high school my senior year, my parents traveled out of the country and my brother went to stay with a friend. I live on the outskirts of a large town in a fairly wooded area. I don't have any pets, but I heard barking outside. Naturally, being the d*****s I was, I went outside flashlight in hand. I see this yellow dog running around my yard chasing something. It stops running looks straight at me and runs. I thought I had scared it, so I went back inside the house and got in my bed and was about to fall asleep. I then heard the most chilling sound. I can't describe it, it was just... horrid and terrifying. The noise came from outside, so I went downstairs to check it out again (stupidest decision ever). I got downstairs and I see this person outside, but the person did NOT look normal. I didn't know what to do, I just looked at him walk around my yard for a few minutes. Then he looks straight at me, this shocked me because 1) the blinds are closed and I'm peaking out of a crack, and 2) all the lights are off in the house, so I know I'm not making a shadow or anything. The only reason I even saw him is because the moon was full. We continued making eye contact for a few minutes, I rubbed my eyes, and he was gone.
Edit:
A lot of people have asked me to describe the sound and figure, I honestly don't have words to put it together but here goes...It was almost like a shriek, but not that high pitched. I don't know if that describes it well enough. The person is also difficult to describe, but here goes...it had very dark clothing, almost a pitch black, and its skin was pale. I couldn't really see its face very well, but I knew it was looking at me.
Edit 2:
I'm a long time lurker and I don't post very often, so consider this a first time post :). Sorry I didn't reply sooner, I've been busy studying for a test :(.

Sleep paralysis - Frozen in bed, unable to move. Terror washes over you, irrational and intense. There is something moving in the covers. You feel something bony and scabby run down your legs. The sheets are lifted and you track the lump as it draws closer to your face. Still frozen. A creature emerges from the sheets. Skeletal and charcoal, the face is a twisting blur. The eyes and mouth gaping black distortions. You scream but you have no voice. You try to run or even move but you are stuck as it draws closer and closer.

Moral of the story, sleep paralysis s***s!

I work security by night and a few years back I was stationed at an old army barracks just outside my city, which now housed an international tech company.
So one night I'm heading upstairs to the canteen and when I get to the top of the stairs, I take a look to my right, through the small window of a door.
Well if I was in a cartoon, I would have done that running in the spot thing trying to get away, because when I looked through the window, there was a guy staring right back at me!
I was already on edge because the building is hundreds of years old and I was expecting the worst but felt relieved when I went back to check it out and realized it was just my reflection...

I grew up in a small town, and lived out in the country. My mom and I were coming home from Walmart really late one night and decided to take the back way home. I still had my learners permit, so I wanted to take a road with less traffic. Anyone who has ever lived or been to the country knows how creepy these roads can be at night. I was going around a curve, right before a one lane bridge, so I slowed down in case I had to stop. Out of no where this woman jumps in front of me to the drivers side of my car and starts pounding on the hood of my car. Her mouth was moving but I couldn't make out what she was saying. My mom started f***king out and told me not to stop, and just keep driving. I kept going and we both looked back to see where she was and no one was there. To this day my mom and I still remember it clearly. Turns out there's apparently a legend about a woman who d**d around the bridge and supposedly can be seen sometimes late at night. I get goosebumps to this day just thinking about it.

When I was 15 I was walking home in the dark from the train station around 10pm at night. It was a narrow one-side road for pedestrians (other side was the railway) and there was very few street lights to give vision. As I was walking down this long stretch, I noticed a ghastly white figure in the distance, like a blurry white spot all the way on the other end of this long-winded road. Because the street was completely straight I could see it relatively clearly. As I got closer my fight or flight response started kicking in and I wasn't sure if I should turn back or, being the level-headed person/non-believer of supernatural things person I normally am, soldier on.

As I got closer I realised it was a woman that was almost completely wearing white clothing. I thought that's odd and just accelerated my walking speed in the hopes I would get past her quicker. As I got very close towards her I realised that the lady was wearing a full wedding gown including a full blown veil. I could hardly see her face through the blurriness of the veil and the darkness of the night. At this point my heart was practically jumping out of my chest and my brain was struggling to come to grips of what I was really seeing. I also noticed that there was something very odd about the way the lady was moving. It was at this stage I realised it looked like she was FLOATING/sliding across the floor. I couldn't see her legs either due to the dress.

Now you might think this is where it ends but there's more. After I finally walked past her (a moment which seemed like to last forever), I accelerated my speed to jogging speed and did not/was too scared to look back. After I had passed about 4-5 houses, out of curiousity/fear that she was stalking me somehow I looked back, she was GONE! After seeing her disappear I ran to the nearest cross-street and have not gone back down that street to this day.

Now keep in mind there was no side streets down this road and the other side was a railway track. Sure she may have gone into one of those houses but what are the chances? And why on earth was she wearing a full blown wedding gown in the dark of the night? These questions still plague me to this day.

Edit: one thing I forgot to mention, she was tall as f**k as well. She towered over me when I walked past (must have been well over 6 feet tall).

I used to volunteer at a nursing home where we had several instances where new residents accurately described former residents down to specific nightgowns or color of glasses who I and the staff knew had d**d in that room and complain about them coming into the room at night. Then once I was walking through the hallway and it was normally uncomfortably warm inside but I felt a chill and goosebumps. One of the CNAs said I had just walked through a ghost. I couldn't get warm again for the rest of the day. There were flickering lights and tvs turning themselves on. Several of the staff were from the same southeast Asian country and they were talking about ghosts and disrespect for the d**d so much that management had someone come in to do a candle light ceremony and this Lady with crystals and dreadlocks came in to do a sage brushing. Things calmed down after that. Lights stayed on better and the residents seemed calmer.

Finally! I have a story!

So my family moved to a house in a small town in Kansas in 2002, I was 10 and my brother is 2 years older. I didn't like it from the start, it weirded me out, I told my mom I thought it was haunted. Our bedrooms were upstairs and the piano that I hated was down stairs to the left of the stairs in the dining room past the kitchen. My brother liked to s***w with me by playing the piano then hiding. He usually did it at night to s***w with me before bed, which gave me really bad nightmares and made it difficult for me to sleep without a light on. So my mom years after admits to me she had several experiences with doors slamming and cabinets being open when we weren't home.

So my brother and I were playing Mario Kart 64, actually getting along for once when I hear the piano again. So I told my brother "Real funny, you got one of your friends to come over and play the piano to s***w with me." He looks at me really scared, and says "I thought you were doing the same thing." So we stop our game and my brother grabs a bat and tells me to follow him, I grab my bb g*n and we slowly go down the stairs. When we get to the bottom stair the music stops. It's d**d silent in the house, no Windows open, no AC going. You can hear the faint sounds of Mario Kart in the background. So my brother just freezes in place. So young me says "I don't know who you are, but I've got a loaded g*n. So you better leave." When we get down to the bottom of the stairs we turn left to the kitchen. All the cabinets, fridge and freezer door are wide open. The Piano key cover is open and the doors were all still locked. So we freak out and my brother calls our mom and tells her what's going on. She calms us down and says she's coming home. So we start to close the cabinets, and I go to the stairs and look up at the door. That door slams so hard it knocks a picture of me off the wall and breaks the glass. I freak out, sh**t my bb g*n (yes I still had it) at the door and run away screaming. My brother freaks out and runs out the other door and we are both sitting in the front yard when my mom gets home. We explain everything and we go to my dad's house that night and we end up staying the week. My mom moved us out that week, she said she had several experiences similar to that and doesn't feel safe there.

Several years later the land lord was found in the basement d**d, he sh*t himself in the stomach with a s*****n. I'm not going to say I believe in ghost or it was haunted, but I don't know what it was that day and I don't want to know to be honest. I couldn't sleep with the lights off until I was 16.