25 Unbelievable And Horrifying Things People Swear They Really Saw

I used to have a buddy that lived in the same neighborhood, a few streets over. One night we were having a couple of beers in his backyard while playing cards. I had some things to do the next morning so just before ten I said my good-byes and shoved off.

It was a short walk (MAYBE 15 minutes door-to-door) so I never drove. Anyway, it was a nice night... uneventful trip. But when I got home, my roommate was coming out the front door, coffee in hand, and dressed for work. He gave me a funny look and said he thought I was asleep since my truck was in the driveway. I told him where I'd been and asked why he was going in to work at night.

That's when he kind of laughed and asked if I was drunk. We stared at each other for a minute and then he told me it was just after 5 IN THE MORNING and he was going in just like he usually did.

In my entire life, I'd never felt more confused than I did in that moment. I could tell he was dead serious but I KNEW I had just left my friend's house.

I checked my phone and sure enough... 5-something in the AM. My roommate left for work. I paced circles in the living room for a bit then called the friend whose house I'd just left. He groggily answered and confirmed I'd left at ten the previous evening.

I have no idea what happened during those 7 hours of my life and it gives me chills to think about it all these years later. I wasn't drunk, I wasn't tired, no one could have slipped anything in either of the two Coors lights I'd had...no known medical conditions that would have caused me to blackout, and nothing has happened like it since.

I just don't know what happened to that time.

When I was three, we were picking up my grandparents for a Sunday drive. I was sitting in the back seat on the passenger side. My grandfather was sitting in front of me.


Suddenly he keeled over, dead of a massive stroke. As they hustled my little sister and me out of the car and into my grandparents' store, I happened to look over my shoulder and plainly saw Grandpa walking down the street with two men. 


Both were dressed in suits, which made it all the more incongruous that Grandpa was wearing the same gray sweater and peaked hat he'd been wearing a moment before in the car. There was nothing particularly creepy about the experience, except that I wouldn't accept that Grandpa was dead because, after all, I'd just seen him walking down the street. Naturally, this didn't go over very well. But I loved my grandpa, I didn't want him to be dead- and I knew what I had seen!


When our family doctor arrived to pronounce Grandpa dead, my mother asked me if I would take his word for it. We had a very good, trusting relationship with our doctor, so I said that I would. The doctor assured me that my grandfather had in fact died. 


But he was the only grown up who didn't treat me like I was crazy. He listened respectfully as I told him what I had seen, and he suggested that maybe the men in the suits were angels. This seemed reasonable. Problem solved.


But to this day I can still see Grandpa walking down the street with those two men. And no matter what my parents tried to tell me, it wasn't just a guy who looked like Grandpa coincidentally wearing exactly the same clothes he'd been wearing in the car. It was him.

Alright, buckle in.

My neighbor was dying of a heart condition about 6 years ago. He knew he was, so he was giving away his valuables to people he trusted with them. Neighbor gave me his tackle box. He loved to fish. I would see him come home from fishing every day and he’d just sit on his porch and skin fish. I just put the tackle box in my closet and didn’t really do anything with it since I don’t fish. Anyways, soon after, he passed away in his home. Exactly a week after that, I woke up to the tackle box at the foot of my bed. Weird, but my stepdad likes to d**k around, figured it was him, so I put it back. The next morning, I wake up, it’s at the foot of my bed again. So, I ask my stepdad what the deal was, and he had no idea what I was talking about. To test this, I put the tackle box in a spot that he wouldn’t find, nor would he attempt to get it. Under my bed, all the way in the back against the wall, and I put stuff in front of it to conceal it. Next morning, nothing. Okay, I guess it was him. Didn’t give it much thought after that. 3 days pass, I wake up one morning and there it is, at the foot of my bed. F**k. Now i’m starting to f***k out. So I did what any rational person would and I went fishing with it. After I went fishing, I put the tackle box away, and it hasn’t moved since then. It’s still there.

Had my laptop in my bed just before going to sleep (not plugged in, on battery). Made an offhand comment on some website about how I wasn’t scared of ghosts and didn’t believe in them. Then I turned it off and went to sleep with the laptop beside me in my bed.

Next morning when I try to power it on, nothing happens. But the laptop feels unusually light. That’s when I realized the battery had been physically removed and placed in the kitchen.

I was alone in my apartment and do not have a history of sleepwalking at all.

I was walking to class from the dining hall on my campus when I saw a lady yelling for help and banging on a window of a nearby building.

Lots of people were walking past but I was the only one who seemed to acknowledge it. I went to the window to help and she told me she was locked in a room in the building and that she needed me to come in and open the door.

Now, I have no idea the layout of this building and where she was located. So I decided to call campus security for help despite her pleading with me not to call them and to just let her out. I call them and when I hear them coming I go to greet them so I can take them to the window.

I leave for maybe a maximum of fifteen seconds and when I return with campus security she is gone. We can't see her at the window and campus security goes inside to double check and sure enough there is no trace of her.

Campus security definitely thought I was crazy and I'm sure my professor thought I was full of s**t when I explained to him why I was late. No one seems to believe me that this happened but I swear it did.

FAQS: I am female/It is a very old campus with lots of random historic buildings that people don't really use and this building was one of them/The area has a very h**h crime rate so it probably was a robbery.

I saw a panther sized black cat darting out of a water retention/artificial forest near a school in the desert. Logically, it shouldn't be able to survive there but holy s**t I saw it. Animal control wouldn't let that exist, there isn't really food enough for it, and the summers get dangerously hot if you've got black fur. Must have been 4-5 feet long. It doesn't make sense, but I 100% saw it, and so did the friend I was with.

Not quite sure how young I was at the time but it was probably between 5-8.
I was in my babysitter bed at the time in her trailer park. It was 3:00am I had woken up because I had to pee. When I woke up I looked down the hallway to see my babysitter leaning against the wall like one of the stereotypical cool guys do in movies. And I made eye contact and I felt my body go cold because she was still sound asleep next to me in bed. I went under the blankets trying to hide and when I looked back she was gone. I didn’t want to sound crazy so I’ve never told anyone. I just sat in her bed watching infomercials until 6:00am when she woke up. Never even thought about sleeping there again. I honestly forget how much this affected me until I started writing this. Really freaked me out man.

Edit: since I never told anyone idk if it belongs here, but no one in my family believes in ghost, so if I were to tell them I guarantee it’d be dismissed.

Fishing on Lake Minnewanka in Banff national park with a good freind. About 50 feet from shore.

Around 8:30 pm

I see glowing red eyes. Up in the trees. Like .... red... like predator i guess. I do a double - take... they are gone.

I decide not to say anything, maybe I'm trippin. Did just smoke up. Nope. 5 mins later my buddy says "I just seen some glowing red eyes up in the top of those trees."

I feel goosebumps. "Yup, I saw them too".

We look back and they are gone. We decide to aim the boat towards the shoreline. It's not dark yet but sun is going down. We saw nothing. No owls, no goats in the trails. We didn't get off the boat but we had a good look around.
When I ask him about it (this was around 10 years ago) he just says he doesn't want to talk about it.

I can't blame him. But after all these years I've never heard or seen anything like those glowing red eyes, 30 - 40 feet up in the trees. Staring at us.

i copied and pasted this next part, I knew nothing about the history when we went fishing there..

"For more than 100 centuries, people hunted and camped along the original shores of Lake Minnewanka. The Stoney people called it “Minn-waki” or “Lake of the Spirits”. They respected and feared this lake for its resident spirits. The Early Europeans called it Devil's Lake."

I used to go camping there. I do not any more. Mostly because it's bear country for most of the summer. But yeah also because of those bright red eyes. I will never forget that. Most surreal thing I've ever seen.

Not sure if it counts as creepy or overall scary, but it was weird. Back in h**h school I lived in a large apartment complex, it was maybe around 8-9 at night and completely dark. I was with a group of friends 4 or 5 people, we were just talking and messing around with a friends pair of walkie talkies as we decided to look up in the sky as 2 fireballs or what can be described as fireballs just appear in the sky and slowly move in a line, just as that happened we started getting what sounded like military communication over said walkie talkies that was really static but words came in every now and then. About 10 or so mins later the fireballs disappeared and the communication cut out. There was absolutely nothing about this on the news the next morning, and no one ever believed me.

Edit: the sky was clear, no clouds, and the only military base in my whole state was 30ish miles away. Luke AFB.

Just after h**h school, maybe six months or so after 9-11, I was a van driver who drove the meals for meals on wheels to the place where they get packaged up and taken for home delivery. Anyway the delivery van only had am/fm radio and I was listening to 92.5 fm, when all of a sudden the station cuts out and a transmition that I can only describe as an american version of a numbers station began playing. It was seemingly random nymbers followed by a long period of the same phrase repeated over and over again. The phrase was "they took the crosstown bus", over and over again. None of the other drivers heard it but man was it creepy to hear. Eventually the regular radio station came back on and they never mentioned anything about it.

I used to do this as a kid, but I’d hallucinate stuff like shadows arguing or “corner of my eye” people. I know the things I see aren’t real and can’t hurt me, but it still doesn’t change the fact that I’m terrified shitless of them.

The scariest one was reoccurring. It’s more recent and I’m chalking up it’s creation to me being stressed out. It would perch on my table and watch me from across my bedroom. It’s always dark but I know that if I can see it, it can see me. When I’d say something about it, everyone would laugh and say that I was nuts/I was cursed. I haven’t seen it in a few months and idk if it’ll come back.

Edit:

Today I learned, I might have a brain tumor or (more popularly) schizophrenia. Guys, I really appreciate your advice.

I just don’t want to have an evaluation only to get a whole bunch of mental illnesses stamped on my forehead.

Edit #2: I’m aware of the things that might be wrong with me. Thank you for your insight and most of you have been helpful. I am looking into what I should do in terms of getting this whole thing figured out.

Footsteps and banging in my attic. For about 2 months, almost every night I would hear from my attic (the steps are only like 5 feet from my room) small taps or footsteps. Then it gradually got louder to the point it sounded like an audible foot was pressing on the wood. I told my dad and he told me it wad probably an animal that got up there or something. Thing is, my sister heard it too as her bedroom was in the same hallway as mine. My dad might've been right as it was completely gone after 2-3 months and right now at 2 AM, I don't hear it. And I swear to god if I hear it after I post this I'm actually gonna p**s my pants.

Edit: a commentor also reminded me that about 3 times I heard a loud bang, like something knocking REALLY loud on the roof. My heart would skip a beat when that happened. I'm so f*****g relieved whatever was up there is gone now or else I felt like I woulda gone crazy.

Not sure if this counts because I have at least two people that do believe me. After coming home from work one day I was walking through my kitchen towards the living room when a frying pan just flew across the room, and hit me square between the shoulders. My roommate, and a friend of his both saw it happen, and lost their s**t.

Wasn't the only time we saw weird s**t in that house. I saw a shadow person in the same spot almost every day. Heard extremely heavy footsteps stomping across our roof with no explanation. My roommate says he saw a full laundry basket just flip itself upside down while it was flat on the ground. He also claims to have seen an "ugly little green goblin looking demon" in our living room one night.

So, yeah. That's all I got.


Edit: I see several people suggesting carbon monoxide poisoning as a possible explanation. We have several brand new detectors all through the house. Since its a rental we also just recently had to pass an inspection from the city that checked all the appliances etc.

When I was 7 or 8, I would have a reoccurring nightmare that one of my dolls came to life, played with me, and then would try to pull me into my closet with her. I’d follow her into the closet at first, but then she’d show me this little door at the back of the closet, and my heart would start to race. I don’t know what it was about that door, but I knew something bad would happen if I went through it. I’d start to struggle and try to pull away, but the doll was too strong and would start pulling me through the door. At this point in the dream, I’d always wake up screaming. The worst part was I had night terrors, so sometimes I’d wake up standing next to my closet. Every night before bed, I’d make my parents make sure there wasn’t a little door at the back of my closet. There never was.

Anyway, I was talking to my mom the other day and this dream came up. I’m laughing about it and how ridiculously paranoid I was about dolls and that closet, but my mom gets really quiet. She tells me the creepy part of that dream wasn’t the doll; it was the fact that there used to be a little door at the back of the closet, but when I was one year old, they remodeled the house and put a wall where the door used to be. There’s no way I could have remembered that door, but years later, I kept dreaming about it.

None of my friends believe this story, but I swear it’s true.

The scariest thing i saw was at the age of 16, i woke up early in the morning (4:30-5-ish AM) me and some friends were supposed to go on a roadtrip for the weekend (we had a long af ride to one of the stops we wanted to visit, and didn't wanna be there too late) i look out my window and it's still a kinda dark outside, i walk downstairs and see wet footprints all over the house, and suddenly a big man (Like 6'7''. i was around 6'1'' at the time) just bolt past me and out the front door.


Not really creepy, but i shat at least 5 bricks and bolted upstairs to my dad.


Nothing got stolen, but things were scattered all over the house.

This makes me sound f*****g crazy but anyways:



It was a warm summer morning back when I was a kid. I was standing in our hallway, putting on my shoes when I randomly peeked into our living room and saw a see-through male figure surrounded by rainbow coloured light standing right in the middle of the living room. He was reading a book and didn't seem to notice me. I thought it was weird but I didn't feel scared or anything. It felt like the room was filled with a warm, loving energy if that makes sense. I kinda just shrugged it off and went about my day, probably because I was too young to really understand what I'd seen. A few days later when my mom tucked me into bed she read me a bedtime story about a kid who meets an angel or something like that, don't remember the story exactly but what is interesting is the authors description of what that angel looked like. It was exactly the same as the strange rainbow man I had seen in our living room a couple of days before. It even said that angels will often visit humans surrounded by a strong, rainbow coloured lightening and manifest themselves while reading a book*.*



I casually blurted out:"*Oh, I've seen an angel then!"* and my mom was like:"*You have? That's great!"* and we didn't talk more about that for a while until one day where I randomly asked my mom if I could see a picture of my grandad who died unexpectedly while my mom was pregnant with me.She found an old family album and we looked through pictures of my parents' wedding that happened exactly one year before I was born. There was a picture of three or four people sitting together, laughing and having a great time at the party. I immediately pointed out the guy who sat in the middle and said:*"How funny! He looks just like the angel I saw!!"* and my moms face turned white as a ghost. She was just about to tell me that this was indeed my deceased grandfather who I never got to meet. I'm very convinced it was him visiting me.

In the same room of my old house, I have seen a convulsed face floating outside my window, my brother has also seen it too. I saw the same face over a number of periods and it would do stuff like smile and float closer and further from the glass.

Our youngest brother a few years later complained that he didn't want to play with the boy in his room anymore as he was getting too much blood on his toys. It was the same room.

Ah!! I wrote about this a while ago. None of my family really believes me, everyone just dismissed me as "imagining things." Copy and pasting below.

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So I was getting on the elevator in the metro. To get from the train platform to the main platform with the turnstiles and exit, you have to take the elevator. So I got on with this older guy, it was just us two.

And I glanced over and this guy was watching me. Pointedly. And he was smiling but not in a nice, welcoming way. You know in cliche creepy pastas where they talk about monsters with "unnaturally wide smiles"? That's exactly the kind of smile this guy had.

Anyway, I looked away from him because I thought he was just crazy or something. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw him making these weird gestures all over his chest. It almost looked like he was making the sign of the cross or something.

Finally, the elevator doors opened and we both got off and walked towards the turnstiles. I swiped my card to exit and then turned around to see if this dude was following me.

And he was... gone.

There was nowhere else he could have gone, we were at the only exit for the station. Unless he turned back, ran and got on another elevator in about four seconds...

I don't know. I don't know where the f**k he went.

Anyway. I'm from a small town and sometimes weird things happen in the city that I don't quite understand but I just chalk it up to me being practically a redneck. But this was... really out there. And it's been bothering me.

Anyway. There we go, that's all. Thanks for reading.

This was 4 years ago. As I was walking on the sidewalk on a busy afternoon, I saw a suspicious boy/man about 18 yo. He was 10 meters away and walking what it looked like towards me. I kept my eyes on him despite the fact that he wasn’t looking directly at me, his eyes were roaming jumping from an object to an object. As we approached one another, half a meter away from each other he takes out a knife and tries to stab me in my left side. He wasn’t really fast, so I easily dodged it and immediately turn to see who is he, or if he is trying to stab me again. To my surprise he continues walking and after couple of meters he stopes turns around smiles and gives me thumbs up, then he continues walking in the opposite direction.

Till this day I don’t know who he was, what he wanted and even my family doesn’t believe me, because “if someone wanted to stab you, you can‘t stop him. You aren’t experienced enough to dodge it like that” and something of that kind.

I woke up to something, it sounded like a door shutting. At first I thought it was a dream because I could hear it in the dream as I was waking up, kinda like when someone calls your name when you’re dreaming. But then I looked at my cat, his hair was completely standing up and he was beaming at my bedroom door. This was the moment when I got really scared bc i know animals can pick up on that s**t and I thought he might know somethings wrong. My cat doesn’t do this type of thing unless a dog is in the room.

So I looked over at the door and the only way I can describe it is it looked like it was swaying, slowly, like it was breathing, like someone was standing on the other side of it trying to hear if I was awake. This swaying was accompanied by a shadow. *I don’t mean a supernatural shadow, but it looked like the shadow of a person behind the door.

I was paralyzed in fear. I lied there for 5 minutes naked watching this door away. I considered yelling and trying to scare them away but I was terrified someone might respond. I legitimately thought this was the moment where I will have to defend myself or be k****d.

I don’t own a gun but after 10 minutes or so I mustered up the courage to check every room in the house. I f*****g checked every corner too. But there was no one there.

I don’t know what happened, but my evolutionary traits kicked in and I completely believed someone was outside my door.

Edit: The, “accompanied by a shadow” part was not a shadow figure, it was like the shadow you’d see if something was on the other side of a c*****d door. I don’t know if that makes the story less scary or what, but just wanted to be clear.