56 Of The Creepiest Things People Actually Experienced In Real Life

My Baby sitter was k****d back in the mid 80's when I was about 6-7 years old. they found her body in a garbage bag near a dept store and never found the k**ler.

No one knew anything about it. no witnesses, no clues and this was a smaller city of about 50K people. so when a crime happens word travels fast.

When I was around 14 years old, I really liked to go for runs with my shepherd x lab. I lived in a fairly quiet, clean suburban neighborhood that was situated beside a broad expanse of pasture used by about ten horses (I would say it was roughly 40 acres). Anyway, a bike path ran between the pasture and my neighborhood and I generally ran down the path. One night I decided to go with my pup around 10:00 pm. May not seem like the smartest decision, but I had spent many nights with my group of friends biking/rollerblading around the neighborhood so I thought nothing of the late hour. I was running down the bike path with my dog, who is a a big pup yet the friendliest guy you'll meet. As we ran I noticed a dark lump a little ways ahead, and because it was nearly pitch black I could barely see it. I dismissed it as a garbage bag. As we drew closer, my dog perked up his ears and his hackles went up and he started to growl...which he rarely ever does. He loves basically everything. I stopped running and stared as the 'garbage bag' started to move. 14 year old me still didn't really know what the heck I was looking at, and it wasn't until the supposed garbage stood up that I realized it was a man...who then started to run towards us! My dog then turned around and, I kid you not, started to run and yanked me along behind him. We reached a street, he darted down it, then pulled me into a dark alley, onto another street, then another alley, then another street, until we somehow lost the guy. My dog saved my life, I'm pretty sure. The guy may not have been an axe m******r but it turns out some creepy ex felon was arrested in our neighborhood about two days later. I love my dog.

Several years ago I lived in a semi-underground basement apartment. Basically the house was just enough underground that the windows were just a couple of inches off the ground on the outside.

So one night I'm washing dishes in the kitchen which had a window to my left which was open. I'm almost finished when a voice whispers, "Looking good there with the dishes." There was someone crouched down by the window on the outside who had been watching me for who knows how long. Unfortunately for creep boy I was washing the knives, and as I turned he evidently got scared by the gigantic chef's knife I was brandishing in his general direction and he ran off.

I hated that apartment. Eventually I tacked thick fabric over most of the windows to avoid having to watch people p*e drunkenly on them.

This happened to my friends, but its quite creepy.

In 2009 a friend of mine was coming home from a different city at 11pm with his father and 2-3 kms before entering the city, they suddenly saw a white horse standing in the middle of road. He tried to save the horse and severed the car into the ditch below road. As they got out of car, there was no horse to be seen anywhere. He told me this the next day and we found it creepy.

Fast forward to 2015, some other friends of mine were coming home from a different city at 1:30am and doing 140km/hr. They reach the same place near the city border and suddenly see the same white horse standing in the middle of the road. Driver weighed in his options and decided its just best not try to turn. He hit brakes hard and the car just went straight through the horse, skidding. They came to a stop and realised it was a ghost horse or something and ran home. Told me about this the next day we talked.

Weird thing is, either of these friends never met each other and there is 6 years difference between both occurrences.

Once as a teenager, I was leaving a fast food drive-thru and someone in an old bronco started to follow me. At first I thought it was a road rage situation and did the "sorry" wave, and tried to let him pass but he swerved at me like he was trying to hit my car. He pulled up alongside of me and was screaming out the window, just incoherently furious, continuing to swerve at me.

This was before the days of cell phones and I was in an unfamiliar area of town. I was driving a Firebird and tried to outrun him, but he would run red lights and make crazy turns to keep up with me. I eventually ran into a d**d end and he pulled his truck across the road to block it. There were big ditches on either side so I was stuck.

He got out and started scrambling at my door handle (doors locked) and pounding on the windows, his face inches from mine just screaming and screaming in a way that seemed like he couldn't even quite see me. Shaking and crying, I turned on my overhead light so he could see I was just a teenage girl and not who he was looking for and he jumped on my hood and started pounding (and drooling in thick, white smears) on my windshield.

I was screaming and crying and he stopped, held up one finger like "wait a minute" and scurried off to his truck. I floored the gas and ran into the ditch and drove like a crazy person for 45 minutes until I knew I had lost him.

No idea what his deal was. My mom thought I made up this entire story to lie about the damage to my car, and still seems hesitant to believe me...

When my wife was in college, she took a philosophy class or something. On the first day everyone announced who they were etc. turns out she was sitting next to a police officer who was taking the class for continuing education or a promotion (can't remember, but he was actively a police officer). This was really great for her because she's small and it was a night time class.

They became friends ish (as much as two people sitting next to each other for a few classes are) he agreed to walk her to her car after class since the school wasn't in the best area and it made her feel safe.

Around mid terms he stops showing up. She's kind of confused, but figured life happens and something else probably came up.

A few weeks later we're at her parents house and her mom asks if we had heard about the police officer that had been arrested. We hadn't so she begins to fill us in on this police officer that had been pulling women over and raping them in their cars.

We live in a small town, but it gets super rural super fast if you leave, so nobody is passing these scenes as they're happening.

Anyway, turns out that the officer r***ng women was the same guy that was walking her to her car after class every week and the reason he wasn't in class was because he had been arrested.

Not as mysterious and/or creepy as some others on here but scared the hell out of me. I was at a park when I was about 9 years old with my sister and her boyfriend at the time. They were walking around the walking track while I played on the playground. We had the park pretty much to ourselves since it was a weekday evening. A middle aged man came up by himself and started talking to me on the playground, getting closer and closer all the while, making me more and more nervous. Eventually, my sister and her boyfriend come in sight on the track and at this point the dude asks if it was my parents and I told him no, it was my sister. He then made an abrupt excuse to leave and took off.

When my mom was in college back in her country, there was this one guy that everyone avoided like a plague. It all started when he went up to someone randomly on campus and told them with a straight face, "Your dad is going to d*e in a car accident next week."

And their dad did d*e in a car accident the following week.

People passed it off as a creepy coincidence, like a bad joke that turned out to be correct. But then he did it to someone else. He cornered a classmate after class and told her, with the same deadpan voice, "Your mom will get stomach cancer soon." A while later, that girl's mother was diagnosed with that specific type of cancer.

It went on like that, with each time this guy being right, until no one would talk to him anymore. When people saw him coming, they'd veer off in the opposite direction. They were scared of him. No one knew if he was just predicting these events or actually causing them to happen. But the things he predicted were always bad.

Ok, this isn't supernatural creepy, it's just weird creepy thinking about this happening to a person, possibly even yourself.

I was acquaintances with an engineer who worked with a friend of mine. He had a bad drinking problem, compounded by the fact that he was one of those people who could drink for hours and appear relatively sober, then suddenly just be slobbering drunk. Bars would overserve him because of this.

One night in winter, well below freezing temperatures, he did this. The bartender notices how drunk he's suddenly acting, and cuts him off. He gives him a water and calls a cab, but has to take care of other customers also. When the cab gets there, the drunk guy is nowhere to be found. He'd slipped out and drove off.

On the way home, he put his car in the ditch. In his drunken stupor, he got out to walk, and ended up slipping down a creek bank. At that point, he apparently just curled up around a tree and went to sleep.

When they found him the next morning, he was just a solid block of ice, frozen to d***h. An engineer, in a suburb of a moderately large town, in the most modern country in the world, and you can still d*e from exposure.

I think the creepiest thing that I've ever heard is from my Grandpa. Until about the time Communism was beginning to end in my country (about [1988]) he lived on a farm with Grandma (I would say this was maybe 20 kilometers from the city). There was weird car that kept on just sitting on the road next their farm that split their property from the neighbors. There were always 2 people in the car, sitting all night long, my grandpa clearly remembered the cigarette smoke flowing from the car on cold days.

My grandpa came up to the car one day and recognized by their hats they were SB, and left without bothering them. Anyway, some weird things were happening in that whole area, animals were stolen once in awhile, and the strange car appeared around a time where some drunks were going missing in our area [3 people]. Some people thought they just fell asleep in the snow and got buried.

One night he heard creaking downstairs, when he went down no one was there but the door was open and you can see wet tracks through the kitchen [apparently the weird thing was that they had a chain on that door, and it was opened without breaking]. A few weeks later, during the night again my grandparents heard g*n s**ts coming from the next farm over, followed by a bunch of SB (Communist secret police) cars. After that the weird car stopped showing up, and apparently the farm next to my grandparents was home to some small cult that was suspected of using people for weird sacrifices and experiments [this info he got from a friend who worked in the Police, they found a small weapons cache and some remains in one of the barns that were dismembered in a "peculiar" fashion, not sure what that meant really].

My grandpa still thinking that night someone came into the house it was one of the SB making sure nothing weird was inside, OR one of the creepy cultists trying to find another victim. They sold the farm 2 years later and never looked back.

When my mother was a teen, she went to a cabin with her friends. In the middle of the night, her table spontaneously combusted on the middle of the night, and nobody knew why.

TL;DR: DONT USE OUIJA BOARDS.

My mums side of the family were always big on the paranormal, tarot, seances contacting d**d relatives, psychics, the lot. Well a bit of background, most of my mums family never had kids, and her aunt (god knows what relation that is to me), went to a psychic when my mum was 10, and was told only one girl will be able to have kids in your family, there will be one child, they will be a boy, and they will be born after years of trying and failure. Things apparently went south though and all these seances stopped after one bad incident I was told.

Well, my mum grew up, met my dad, and after 14 years of trying to conceive almost gave up, but them I came along. (Even to this day I'm never on time to anything) Funny thing is no other relation ever managed to have kids, either by biology or failed marriages, so I'm the only one.

Anyway, I was about 15 at the time, and my mums aunt had died when I was like 6. All the relations including me were at a get together, and someone had found the old ouija board and tarot cards they used to use whilst clearing out their loft. For s***s and bants, everyone agreed to retry it and see if it still worked. (Exactly what you should do after quite a few drinks). So we all sat around the table with fingers on the planchette, and one of my relations started calling out for spirits and asking if anyone was there. (I was always hyper sceptical of all this, thinking someone pushes the glass its all fake so I was expecting nothing to happen, or someone to push it).

Anyway, all of a sudden the lights all flickered, and the atmosphere in the room changed. It felt like more people suddenly were present, like when you're at a house party and a load more people turn up. The same relative, lets call her Jane then started asking who this person was etc etc, and how many spirits were there. Turns out 5 spirits were there, 3 old relations I'd never heard of, my mums aunt (the one who used to be into psychics and predicted my birth), and her d**d friend who used to know the family well. People were asking questions, the glass was doing its thing replying, people were asking questions nobody could know and getting exact responses. (we tested it by having the people who knew the answers remove their fingers and then confirm the answers if they were right). This was creepy, but kinda fun too, my mums aunt, (I always knew her as auntie myself) took quite an interest in me, apparently standing next to me, saying she always kept up with my school and all.

Now we'd been doing this for like an hour, then all of a sudden the lights flickered again, the room turned ICE COLD, and the atmosphere turned like, heavy (?). I'd describe it like, when you walk into a room whereby two people are having a massive argument and you just interrupted and its awk and you just wanna nope outta there. The planchette suddenly started going apes**t, flying all over the board going in circles really quickly, and we all wanted to stop cause it was getting apparently like it used to get, just too much, s**t was getting too real. So we packed it all up, and put it away, but the room remained colder than it should have been, and the atmosphere didn't go back to how it was before (which was pretty lighthearted tbh!)

We all tried to get back to having fun but nobody was feeling it, it was just, a heavy, solemn feeling throughout the whole place. This feeling slowly grew over the course of the next hour or so, and it got to about 11.30pm, and jane outwardly comes out and says, we're all thinking the same, something might be here with us that isn't one of the family. By now, I'm s******g myself and dying to go home and never pull this s**t again, but nope, the 'oldies' who always used to do it, reason its best to get the board back out and see if we can talk to whatever is here. (I just remember distinctly thinking, WHY THE F*** WOULD YOU DO IT AGAIN OMG I WANNA GO HOME:( ) Anyway, the board comes back out, planchette back on, my finger has to go on the glass otherwise I'm not part of 'the circle' and I'm at risk of psychic attack (was not impressed), and jane asks, "Is there anybody here", and the planchette starts going apes**t. After some further questions, we established it was a spirit named, Walter, who was not a family member, and was not a friend of any of the deceased relatives we were speaking to previously. It was a randomer, and that was scary. My aunt asks it (practically grovels), please, leave my house, and suddenly the lights flicker, the planchette FLIES off the table and smashes into the wall on the other side of room near the sink, and as soon as it smashed the taps turned on, and the lights all started flickering like mad.

By now, all of us are collectively s******g ourselves, my mum and nan are basically in tears, jane was crying, another relation was on her knees doing that cross symbol catholics do muttering to jesus and god for help. My grandad got up and stood right next to me and says it will be alright, this happened before and eventually it would be okay.

Then all of a sudden after what could have been nothing more than 15 seconds (but by god felt like a f*****g eternity), we all smelt a faint smell of perfume, the lights stopped flickering, and everything returned to normal, the heat of the room, the atmosphere, it was like in a horror film where it all just stops d**d.. It was f*****g creepy as f**k. We all just said our goodbyes and left, jane and her husband stayed in a hotel that night because they were too scared to even sleep there.

To say the least, we've never f****d with ouija boards or pendulums since. Im now a firm believer in all paranormal stuff, despite being brought up basically as an atheist. I later found out, the perfume we smelt was coco chanel, and it was a firm favourite of my mums aunt who we spoke to earlier in the evening, so we reasoned she must have shooed whatever it was away or some s**t. Either way, whenever my friends joke about ghosts or spirits, I practically launch into a 2 hour long lecture why we shouldn't joke about it and nobody should mess with that. Let the d**d rest imho.

TL;DR: DONT EVER MESS WITH OUIJA BOARDS.

About 15 years ago my mom and cousin were coming home from visiting my aunt who lived 2 hours away. The drive takes you through the desert and up some mountains but there is a shortcut you can take to avoid the mountains and shave about 10 minutes off your drive time, only problem is the shortcut takes you literally through the middle of nowhere. Its a 2 lane road with nothing for 30 miles, no houses, no shops, no lights, not even those roadside emergency phone booths.

They're driving along through the shortcut at about 11PM when they spot something on the road. At first my cousin thinks its a rock so she slows down to go around it. When she gets closer she realizes its a lady with long black hair and what looks like a burlap shawl wrapped around her. She's crouched down facing away from my cousin. My mom says that she thought the lady might have been in trouble so they pull up next to her and ask if she's OK and if she needs help.

My cousin says the lady stood up and looked at them and let out a shriek like a g*****n banshee. She insists that the her eyes were pitch black and her skin was as white as a sheet and she was really skinny, like almost anorexic skinny. I debate this because it was dark out and her mind might have been playing tricks on her, but none the less it was enough to spook the hell out her and make her punch the accelerator and get out of there.

The lady briefly ran after them but they lost sight of her after a short bit. They didn't stop for anything, even running a stop sign, until they got to the next town where they stopped at a gas station to get something to drink and to collect their thoughts.

A few weeks later my cousin was telling her coworker what happened and she said it might have been a skin walker that she saw and that she's lucky she got away. That spooked her even worse so now she wont go through the shortcut, even when someone else is driving she insists on taking the main highway. My mom maintains that it was probably some crazy lady on d***s.

About 18 years ago my family was driving home from Disney Land and traffic was backed up for so long and police were walking from car to car looking under each one.

Dad asks one of the officers what was happening and the officer said that a man jumped into traffic on the freeway and they can't locate the gentleman's head.

About five years ago i was at a friends house drinking about 3 am We ran out so i road my bike back to my house 5 blocks away and grabbed some and got on the bike to ride back. When i got about two blocks down i saw a car crossing the street. when whoever was driving saw me they slowed down and stopped on the side of the street as if to wait on me to ride that way. I had a horrible feeling about it for some reason so i just pulled up to the house i was in front of and pretended it was mine walked up to the front door like i was going inside. When i did that i noticed the car leave from where they were pulled over. I waited for a bit and then headed back to my buddies and forgot about it. The next day it was all over the news that a car matching the one i saw 2 streets over from where i saw them at 330am pulled out infront of another car and blocked them in and proceeded to shoot and k**l everyone in the car. Apparently it was a thrill k**l.

The most recent event: Several years ago my family and I were out at a restaurant just outside of town. The place was virtually empty as it was in between meal times. I had to use the bathroom, and found it in a narrow hallway just on the other side of the kitchen. I opened the door... and got a serious case of the creeps. It was a 4-stall bathroom with only one dim light, and just a weird feeling about it. I've had two kids, and believe me, bathrooms are my friends, but this one was very unsettling.

I went into the stall with the light over it, and could hear all the kitchen noise happening. There was banging and clanging and chatter and general kitchen racket.

Then suddenly all the noise stopped. It was like a blanket was dropped over the room -- you could hear a pin drop.

Then the lights went out. And I had a very strong sense of something enjoying my discomfort.

Then the lights came on, the sound resumed, and I washed my hands and got the heck out of there.

As I exited the bathroom I saw the light switch was inside the room, and I would have heard the noisy door open if anyone had reached inside and turned the switch off, which they didn't. When I got back to the table I asked the waiter if there had been a brief power outage just now, and he looked at me like I was nuts.

Another one: When I was a kid we always had weird things happening in any house we lived in. When I was about 11 I was in the bathroom, alone in the house, when I could hear stomping coming down the hallway. It then veered off to my parents' bedroom across the hall, hollered something, and stomped into the ensuite bathroom, then slammed the door. I got up enough gumption to go to the door, knife in hand, (what good did I think that would do??), to see what might be in the ensuite bathroom. Nothing.

I always used to see people at the house I lived in for the first eight years of my life. Not people who were there, mind you, but I could see them clear as day, and they seemed very familiar and normal to me. I would talk to them and my mother would wonder who I was talking to, so I'd tell her. She believed me even though she couldn't see them herself. I didn't see them anymore when we moved, nor am I prone to seeing things that aren't there otherwise.

When I was around 10, I was sleeping over at my cousin's house. I've always had anxiety, but it was really bad as a kid. Nights were hard, especially if I was away from home.

Anyway, I was in bed desperately trying to sleep, but I had to use the bathroom really bad and was terrified to get up and wander the house in the dark. Finally I realized I couldn't wait and got up.

There was a bathroom right next to the room I was in, but the door was broken and would only close about halfway, which meant that I would have to use the bathroom at the other end of the house.

To my relief, when I got down the hall the lights were on in the kitchen and living room, so it wouldn't be quite as terrifying.

Once I reached the living room, I heard it. It sounded like 2 guys conversing really slowly in a language I didn't know. You know how in movies criminals will distort their voices and they sound really deep and slow and unnatural? That's exactly what it sounded like.

I glanced at the TV, it wasn't on. None of the windows were open. I don't know how, but I was relatively calm during this, especially for me. I didn't even cry. I sat in the bathroom for about 20 minutes because I was so scared to go out. But I knew I couldn't spend the whole night in there, so eventually I summed up all my courage and went out.

I speed walked back to the room with my hands over my ears and I STILL heard it. I was absolutely terrified.

I learned the next day that you had to slam the other bathroom door in order for it to close, which I definitely ended up doing the next night when I needed the bathroom.

Not as scary as some of the others on here, but it was really scary to me.

When I was about 14 my parents left me alone overnight for the first time. I grew up in a small farming community, so my parents really had nothing to worry about. They left and I decided to take an awesome bubble bath and paint my nails like all girls everywhere, obviously. While I was in the bath, I heard our back door open. I thought I was hearing things, and besides, I had locked all the doors per my mom's orders. But then I heard the kitchen floor squeaky spot. I didn't know what to do so I just went under the bubbles and left my head out. I saw two shoes through the crack between the door and the floor. I could hear a person breathing. They stood there for about 30 seconds and then walked away. I heard the door slam but I didn't move, I just stayed there until the water was freezing and cried. Then I got out, called my grandma, and checked the doors. The back door was unlocked and the lock hadn't been messed with or broken. Later that week we learned that a man was breaking into farm houses.

Me and my family have dealt with being haunted pretty much all of my life and it gets way worse whenever someone close dies. My mom owned a bakery and worked from 3am to sometimes midnight pretty regularly and there would be times like Christmas where she had to just stay there for days In order to fill all the orders for holidays. Well one night she decided to take a quick nap before getting back to baking. She NEVER fell asleep for very long but this time she woke up around 5 am from my uncle slamming on the door. Apparently the oven somehow managed to turn on and the entire top of the oven was removed and was leaking fumes into the building. My uncle got a phone call from the bakery with no one speaking for a second and then hung up. No one knows how the top of the oven was removed and who called. It was f*****g weird.

Another time a few months after my dad committed s*****e in the garage of our house we would see his ghost all over the house regularly. The time that really stuck out and spooked me was when my mom saw him sitting in my room and watched him get up and go into the bathroom. The following morning she asked me why I was at home that late In the morning cause I was working third shift every night that week, I was like uhh, I wasn't I was at work. Me and my dad look extremely similar especially when he was my age. I was struggling with h****n pretty bad at the time and it was nice to know he was watching over me.

The creepiest thing to every happen to me is when I was living in my best friends garage. The night before we had planned to leave for California, I randomly lost my License. I tore my room (garage) apart looking for the d**n thing and it was vital because I needed it to get the hotel room and our tickets from this League Of Legends game we were going to watch. I ended up never finding it and had to go to the DMV in the morning to get a new one. When we got back from our trip I still wanted to find my old license because it had my old picture on it and I like that kind of stuff. Well for the next few months I continued to look everywhere for the d**n thing. One night, while in mid sleep, something in the night woke me up. I awoken with a startle and in the darkness I felt something in my hand, before turning on the light I already knew what it was. I had woken up to my old license in my hand. I have no idea what to think of it but I'm glad I got to tell the story here and I hope someone gets to read it. Thanks.