56 Of The Creepiest Things People Actually Experienced In Real Life

I'm late to this post but f**k it.

When I was around 8 or 9 my friends and I were in the park a bit behind my friend's town house complex. My friend Steve and I are 8/9 but our friend Dylan is with us also and he was about three years older than us. So we're playing and then my friend's creepy uncle shows up to "check on us". Now it turns out that he has mental issues and isn't really all there, but we didn't really know about that kind of thing at this age. So we're playing tag or jailbreak or something when suddenly he picks me up and starts carrying me towards this big road in the distance. He tells the other kids that "someone has to go". They start going with it. I'm terrified as we approach the road with buzzing traffic and suddenly Dylan says, "No, let me push him". Uncle Scary says okay and begins to set me up for a push when Dylan grabs me and whispers, "run". We ran so fast out of there and I don't exactly remember what happened next but I never saw that guy again.

My grandma told me this story recently and it really creeped me out. When my mom was little they (my grandma, mom, and aunt) lived in an old house in Seattle. The house had a basement that they had converted into a playroom. One day, when my mom was 5 and her sister 3, my grandma was upstairs in the kitchen cooking dinner and she heard them screaming down in the basement. She ran down there and asked them what happened. Both of them were in hysterics saying something about "a man" being down there with them, and pointing into a corner. My grandma couldn't get any other details out of them. She thoroughly searched the basement and found nothing out of the ordinary. It was also only accessible from the stairs connected to the rest of the house, and my grandma would've noticed a man entering/leaving the basement. After that my mom and aunt refused to play down there. My grandma never did find out what really happened, and neither my mom nor aunt remember it.

My mom was kidnapped, blindfolded, taken to a dark place she still isn't sure was even a man-made structure, and then tied to a chair. The guy that took her kept talking to her the entire time; she has never told me details except that the man was crazy. After a while she started talking to him, asking him questions, getting him to talk to her about less crazy stuff. She isn't sure how long this went on, just that it was a long time. After quite some time, the man (whom she never saw directly or recognized the voice of) told her, "I don't know why, but I need to let you go". My guess is that she humanized herself enough to him so that he couldn't go through with whatever it was he had initially kidnapped her for. He loaded her back up in the car and dropped off, still blindfolded, at a convenience store up the road from where she lived, told her to count to 1000 before taking the blindfold off, then he left. After she got home and told her parents they didn't believe her and thought she was making it up so that she wouldn't get in trouble for being out late.

This story certainly felt creepy when it was happening. I was in the orthopedic surgery wing of the hospital after getting my torn Achilles tendon repaired. It was a fairly long procedure and I was pretty groggy from the anesthesia after-effects combined with the morphine for the pain, but I did notice that I had a roommate that had both of his hands and feet wrapped in bandages. I could hear him talking to his father, but didn't pay much attention because of how out of it I was at the time. I did remember hearing something about "Why did you stop taking your medication?"

I don't know how morphine affects anyone else, but it gives me a very restless sleep combined with vivid dreams (almost nightmares; something I never have). So in the middle of the night, while turning over for the 100th time I spied someone standing beside my bed in the dark.

"Do you have any smokes?"

My roommate apparently was standing there watching me sleep, waiting for me to wake up to ask for a cigarette. It could be considered being very polite or very creepy, but when you are in a morphine induced haze it was definitely creepy. Later that day I heard the details of why he was there. He had gone off his meds and decided to quit smoking hard core. I mean liquid nitrogen cold turkey.

First he nailed his feet to the floor so he couldn't go out for smokes. Then he took a butcher knife from the kitchen and cut off the fingers of his left hand so he couldn't hold a cigarette. That's where his plan kind of fell apart, because he had a lot of trouble cutting off the right fingers with no left fingers to hold the knife. He only got though three of them. I put this together between the conversations I overheard between family, nurses and doctors.

I was supposed to be in there for another day, but they told me I could go home early if I was OK with taking Tylenol 3 for the pain. I would have to stay if I needed the stronger morphine pain-k**ler so the staff could administer it. I said I would go home with aspirin if it meant getting out of that room. The head nurse at the nursing station was sympathetic, she said the guy really needed to be in a different kind of hospital but he had orthopedic issues that had to be dealt with and that's why he was there.

It wasn't supernatural, just a mentally disturbed individual who had hurt himself. He probably couldn't even have hurt anyone else considering his injuries, but in my morphine fog it was creepy as hell to me to have someone that disturbed 10 feet away while I was sleeping.

I was about ten years old and my house was haunted. There was occasions where I'd sometimes hear people talking downstairs while I was in my room but would stop when I would go downstairs. One time when I heard the talking, I tried tip-toeing down the stairs and heard very clearly "Shhhh, he's coming" and then silence.

But the scariest thing that happened to me was one night my parents went out for dinner and left my brother home to babysit me. He had really bad allergies and was downstairs in the basement and I could hear him sneezing and blowing his nose when I was in my room. I turned the lights off and was trying to fall asleep when I started to hear footsteps from the hallway leading to my room. I looked and assumed it was my brother trying to play a prank on me, but I heard him sneezing from the basement so I knew it wasn't him. I turned over and tried to fall asleep when I heard the footsteps again but this time, I heard them walk into my room. I check again and there's no one there. And then I began to hear heavy breathing. Very loud, labored breathing. I was super scared and decided, as most ten year olds do, that if I ignore it maybe it would go away. So I turn over and hope for the best. And then I felt the breathing on my neck and that's when I jumped up and ran out of the room. Nothing really major has happened since then, but I still remember feeling that breath on my neck.

When I was 8 (and my brother 6) my mom picked us up from school one day. When we got home my mom had forgotten her keys so she knocked on the door for my grandma to let us in.

Now arquitecture is super important to the story: we lived in a very well-to-do apartment building, on the 8th floor, where each floor was a loooooong rectangle, with a single apt on each end (so 2 apts per floor). In the middle of the rectangle of each floor, there was a single elevator. The building was essentially all glass, there were no external fire staircases or ladders and the nearest structure was another building an entire block away.

Ok. So we knock on the door. My grandma yells from the inside "im coming!" so we wait. And we wait. 1 minute, nothing. So we knock again. Again my grandma: "I said im coming!". 3 minutes, then 5. She still isnt opening the door even though we can clearly hear her in the kitchen inside the house so we are getting pissed. We knock and knock and she just keeps on saying the same thing: "I said Im coming! Im coming right now!"

10 minutes later, the elevator opens behind us and out comes my grandma. The apartment had been empty the entire time.

Its been 20 years since then and my mom, brother, and I all clearly remember talking to that voice that sounded EXACTLY like my grandma. Zero explanation. My grandma is still alive btw.

This probably doesn’t count but my dad once dug up two WW2 mortars in his back field (thankfully he didn’t hit them and was fine). Scared the hell out of me that they’re just like... there. Chilling underground.

Until they blow you up.

My sister went to a nail salon that used the utmost in care and sterilization. They even used a plastic liner for the foot tub.

She got a massive staph infection on her leg, and after living with an actual hole in her leg the size of a grapefruit, it's starting to look somewhat normal 2 years later. She has nerve damage in her leg and foot, though, and the infection nearly k**led her.

You can be so very clean, but still get staph. It is NO JOKE. You do NOT want to mess with it.

Edit: Many of you feel I'm blaming the salon. I truly didn't mean it that way. The doctor explained that although it's likely she got it from the pedicure, he explained that it can occur on the skin and it could've happened a myriad of ways. That's why she would not sue. No point in making good people suffer for something that might not have been their fault.

When I was 16 my grandparents hired me to house sit for 3 weeks at their farm house in a small town. It was the second to last night of my stay and all had gone well for a 16 year old completely alone in a big empty house for 3 weeks. It was about 1 am and it started to thunderstorm outside, so I decided to turn everything off and go to bed. I was upstairs in the front bedroom that overlooks their driveway, using the toilet when I heard a loud noise outside that sounded similar to a tractor or riding mower. Now this isn’t completely unusual as my uncle lives down the street and he is who did the lawn care for their house. But at 1 am during a storm it was quite odd. I heard the side door to the house open and could hear my uncles work boots enter below me. I thought maybe he was there to help out in case of a power outage. What really got to me though was the fact that the 3 german shepherds were laying at the foot of the bed - completely unaware, which is not like them at all. Those dogs go wild at a leaf falling to the ground 15 feet away. So I go to the window and look out at the driveway - no cars, no tractor, nothing. No one is out there. All of the sudden the stomping intensifies and I start to hear what sounds as if someone is banging a broom on the ceiling below me. Now the dogs start going wild and I’m in full panic mode. The thunderstorm outside is intensifying, the stomping and banging on the ceiling is getting louder and the dogs are going berserk. Instantaneously, the power goes out and everything - EVERYTHING stops. The dogs, the stomping, the banging, everything. The room I’m in is pitch black for about 5 full minutes and I hid under the covers trying to call my uncle in a sheer panic. After that, everything was as if nothing happened and the storm passed shortly after. Was the scariest and weirdest night ever

When I was in highschool i was walking home alone in my school uniform and this car stops in front of me as i am trying to cross the road.

The guy driving it asks me if i was still a virgin.

I tried to walk around the car and ignore him but he keeps moving the car to stop me from crossing the street.

I look around to ask for help but the street was deserted. I have never been so scare un my lífe. I finally ended up walking backup the way i came as fast as i could hoping to find a way hide or ask for help.

Two years ago, I think, a friend and I sat on the balcony of my flat, drinking beer and talking. It was late in the evening, and you could clearly see many planes flying overhead. My friend had the FlightRadar app on his phone and we were checking out overhead flights, from where they were flying and to where.

All of a sudden, while he had a flight from Paris to Cairo open, he just looked at me and in a very serious tone said: this plane is going down. Then he started laughing, i laughed too and I brushed it off as drunken foolery.

The next day i saw a report that a plane, headed from Paris to Cairo, crashed into the ocean. We never spoke of it.

I work night shifts at a children’s hospital.

Once a call bell went off around 3am from one of the back rooms and it was a woman frantically saying “Someone! Please help me! The baby!” with a baby crying in the background. I ran back there to help her but the baby was alone, sleeping in the crib. I asked the nurse if anyone had been with the baby all night and she said no, he’s been alone all night.

It still creeps me out when I think about it

I was bitten on my face by a brown recluse spider while on a training mission with the US Army. It happened while I was sleeping so the poison stayed in my face, right next to my eye, for about 6 hours.

My head swelled so bad it looked like my face doubled in size.

I lost nerve feeling in my eye socket and now my eyelid uncontrollably flutters the more tired I get. Sort of like a tremor that people with tourettes get.

When I was in college I lived in a decently safe apartment complex. You needed a gate clicker for your car, and the foot entrance required a code. All doors had a d**d bolt, and extensive locks for the sliding patio door. Well when the complex went under new management, the foot path gate code stopped working so anyone could push it open. In mid October a note was sent out to all residents stating that a new gate code would be issued in the following days and for everyone to keep their doors locked due to suspicious behavior. The following week another note was sent out describing a man that had been seen peering over balconies and through windows, but the gate code still hadn't been fixed.
On Halloween I distinctly remember locking my deadbolt after a night out because I friends staying over, and I usually locked my door anyway since I lived alone. I woke up the next morning and my door was unlocked, I asked if anyone had went outside and they all said no. The following night I was by myself, and a little skeptical of my door so I made it a point to check my door before I went to sleep. Wake up next morning and the door is unlocked. I was a little freaked out so I scanned my apartment for anything missing, or a sign that someone had been in there. Nothing. So by the third night I was d**n sure I locked my door, and checked my sliding door locks as well. Around 5:30/6 am my cat started to get restless so I threw her in the living room until I was ready to wake up. She starts making some weird noises a few minutes later, so I go into the living room and hear a weird noise, like a thud or something, I look at my door and its f*****g unlocked.
By this time I'm freaking out, called my apartment manager and got them to inspect my apartment to make sure there was no way for anyone to get in, and had my locks changed. Never happened again but I'm about 99% sure someone had been sneaking in to my apartment when I wasn't home and watching me sleep. Maybe I was just being paranoid, but I know for a fact I had locked my door all three nights.
TL;DR Lived alone in an apartment, door became unlocked three nights in a row, potentially had someone watch me sleep.

I grew up in a farmhouse built in the 1860's. I was probably 14 or so and was home alone while my parents took my little brother to t-ball practice. My little brother did (and still does) call me "Sissy" and I have always called him Bubby. I was sitting in the living room watching TV and heard the back door that we always use open and my little brother shout out "Sissy!!!" and I responded back with "hey Bubby!" I waited a minute or two and heard nothing else, then yelled out again with no response. As it turns out, they hadn't gotten home yet. I was literally too scared to move and stayed put til they did get home about 30 minutes later.

I lived in a haunted house for a while as a kid. I habe hundreds of stories. A couple of the better ones though involved my bed. I was laying on my bed, on the very edge and talking to my then girlfriend on the phone. The center of the bed slowly depressed as if someone had laid down next to me. A few minutes later it went back up just as slow, as if whoever/whatever had gotten back up.

Another time, woke up in the middle of the night from a deep sleep, extremely confused. It took me a minute to realize that what had woken me up, was my bed shaking really hard. That time though, I remeber thinking to myself "should I be scared of this? No too tired" and going immediately back to sleep. Didint realize how crazy that was untill thinking about it the next day.

I have lots of stories , anyone that stayed in that house for any ammount of time has them too. Ill tell some more if anyone wants to hear them