“What’s The Creepiest Thing You’ve Ever Seen That Still Haunts You To This Day?” (44 Answers)

Not creepy but still freak out material. My mom passed several months prior. I woke up around 3am with the lights on in the living room and the tv was on at full volume. I walk out of my room into the living room and my moy mom is sitting in my rocker/swivel chair knitting with her back to me, tv at full blast and all the lights on. I turn to look at the clock it was 3:44am and I looked back and it was dark, tv off and nobody in the chair but an afghan my mom knitted for me. I lost it.

When my sister and I were really small, we used to wave to a construction worker through the kitchen window while my mom fed us. He always smiled and waved back. My mom would always ask who we were waving to because there was nobody there. I remember getting frustrated with her always because she thought we were lying. This happened often enough that I can still remember him now even though it was like over 30 years ago. It wasn't creepy to us back then, but now I think we were probably waving to a ghost....

When I was around 4 years old, I remember looking out of my bedroom window and seeing cars driving through our side yard. Instead of looking like our yard, it looked like an actual road and the cars were old fashioned looking like from the 1940s (this was in the 1970s). Our house was in a plan of homes with pretty large lots and the through street ran in a completely different area. Naturally, I was frightened by what I saw and ran to tell my mother and older sister. They dismissed it, and said I was either dreaming or making things up. I guess I can't really blame them for that. My sister occasionally would tease me about it over the years, and for some reason every time I was in that part of the yard I would get a creepy feeling that I shouldn't be there. I must have been about 12 or 13 and my grandmother was visiting. She told my sister and me that when she was a young girl our neighborhood was part of a farm and the main road used to run right through our side yard. The road was moved when the farm was broken up into housing lots. My sister and I looked at each other. All I could say was, "Yes, I know..." Years later I found aerials and maps online that proved the road was there until the 1940s.

I have a brother who is 8 years older than me. My mom used to talk about a creepy, grinning version of my brother that she and a babysitter saw when he was little. It seemed to age with him and my mom saw him multiple times. The babysitter saw him once and freaked the f**k out.

I saw him when I was in high school.

My brother worked multiple jobs and was gone a lot. To help him out and make some extra cash, I would clean his room and do his laundry for him each week. I would usually stay up late Saturday nights to watch MadTV and SNL while folding laundry.

I started feeling like I was being watched, but my brother was at work and everyone else was asleep. When I turned to look, there was my brother peeking around the wall of the hallway at me with a super creepy grin on his face. All I could see were his hands holding the wall and his head sticking out around the corner, but that grin was freaky. I instantly thought my brother was messing with me so I said something along the lines of, "Ugh. F**k off," and looked back to the tv. Then I remembered that he wasn't even home and the hairs on my arms stood up. I looked back and he was gone. But the next morning, I told my mom what I had seen and she just nodded in understanding.

It was almost as freaky as the times I would catch something out of the corner of my eye or hear something late at night and try to ignore it only for my dog to start growling and facing the same direction. That house had some weird s**t sometimes...

So I never got to say goodbye to my childhood dog who passed away 2 years ago, and it was something that always really made me upset.

About a month or two ago I woke up in the middle of the night to see him at the foot of my bed. I looked at him for a second before he jumped up on my bed and layed down, I was able to feel him there until I feel back asleep. I know it was most likely a dream but I remember waking up with hives the next morning which would always happen when id cuddle with him because I was allergic, I just like to think he came to say goodbye.

It wasn't creepy while it was happening because I was so young, but in hindsight it's pretty weird and a bit disturbing. When I was very young and shared a bedroom with my little sister, I woke up one night to the sound of puppies whimpering. I looked under my bed and there were two puppies, one black, one brown and white. I woke my little sister and we crawled under the bed to interact with the puppies, never questioning where they came from. (We were VERY young.) Eventually our dad heard us and yelled through the door to go to bed, so we did. Never saw those puppies again. I asked my sister about this recently and she still remembers it, too.

April of 2015 - I was up late working with a couple other teams for a large implementation (IT) and decided to take the dog out and grab a smoke while the other team finished up their work.

It was about 3am, so I didn't bother with a leash and just headed downstairs and outside. Once we got out, my dog went over to the grassy area in front of my apartment building and started her 5 minute ritual of picking the perfect poop spot. I grabbed a spot on the stairs and lit a cigarette.

The grassy area my dog was scouring was very well lit, but the rest of the neighborhood was nearly pitch black due to lack of street lights, so it almost looked a wall of darkness starting just at the street.

Anyways, I'm sitting there watching my dog in the light, when out of nowhere, I see something move out of the street and onto the grass and behind a tree about 30 yds. in front of my dog. She had her back to it, so she never saw it, and whatever it was didn't make any sort of sound while it moved, so I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me and it was probably a good time to get back and check-in at work.

I got up off my butt and took a few steps in my dogs direction. It was about then that my dog went on the defensive. Her hackles came out, she started growling, and her body went completely stiff. When I caught up to her she was locked in on a tree in front of her just staring and growling. It was the same tree I had seen whatever I had seen move behind it.

I tried to get her to follow me, or respond to me, or even look at me, but she was just all about that tree. At this point, I figured she was just spazzing out at some perceived (non) threat. Something she had done before when she came across a new sign at the park that hadn't been there before. This time though, I wasn't interested in her taking another 5 minutes to figure out what it was before trying to make friends with it, because I knew she first had to bark at it aggressively for a minute or two, and I didn't want to wake up the entire neighborhood.

As it goes from here, I remember leaning down on one knee to "talk" to her in a soft voice. As a got on one knee, I looked over at the tree, and saw... it. It was standing in front of tree, and it stood about 10 feet tall. It resembled a man in figure, but was too skinny to host any sort of major organs. It was black from head to toe, and I don't know if it's the way the light was catching it, but it looked almost like a 2-D stick figure that had jumped off a notebook page or something; no discernible features whatsoever.

I froze, my dog got real quit, and for a second or two it was just us three staring at each other. Then it took off running down the street... or more like glided down the street in the oddest fashion. Almost like the way a cross country skier moves. It was odd and hard to describe. It didn't make a sound as it "ran" and a moment later, it disappeared into the dark.

My dog relaxed after that, and we headed back inside.

On multiple occasions, in 2004 when I was around 15, I'd suddenly wake up around 3am to find every single light on in the house. My mom worked nights, dad didnt live with us and when I checked, my brother and sister were still out cold. On one of those nights, all of the lights were turned on, the bathtub faucet was blasting with the tub nearly overflowed, and both the bathroom sink and kitchen faucets were also running full blast. The water and lights night terrified me so much that I ran and shook my older sister awake yelling "did you do this?!" She shrugged me off and had no idea what I was talking about. Same with my younger brother. After a couple of nights of it, I started yelling for whoever was there to please stop. I said I acknowledged their presence and now I needed them to leave. It never happened again.

Ive had lots of other super unexplainable experiences on and off throughout life. I use the same trick- "okay, yes, I'm acknowledging you, now kindly get the f**k out" and so far it's worked every time.

I had a friend growing up who came over one day depressed. She told me she had a dream that a huge white bird told her that her mother was going to die. She was completely convinced of this and couldn't be persuaded otherwise. That weekend she was supposed to come over and didn't so my mom and I headed to her house- she wasn't there but her grandmother was. The night before, her mom was driving home from work and got t-boned by a drunk driver. I never saw my friend again so I never got to ask her about this.

Not creepy, more unexplainable. Weirdest thing is I wasn’t the only one who saw what I did.

My parents, younger brother and I were on our way out of a busy restaurant and happened to pass right by a table with two people seated across from each other in the middle of a conversation. After a brief moment, my parents turned toward each other and commented very quietly something like: “did you see that lady talking to the empty space across from her like that?”

I remember sharing a look with my brother that was something like “are they blind?” Lol. We very much insisted there were two people; she was talking to the person across from her. My parents were dumbfounded and both claimed she was alone. We were out of the restaurant at this point and walking to the car, but I was adamant about what I (and my brother) saw.

I still remember the lady - I can’t recall what the “person” she was with looked like anymore, though.

Something I think about every so often! Just weird.

Barely avoiding a head on collision 4 times, twice at the same location but all 4 times while the same song was on my radio, not on a tape deck. I’m perfectly fine with anyone calling b******t because honestly, I wouldn’t believe it if someone told me this.

So please if hating and doubting is all you have to write, just post an unhappy face.

Edit: The song is the somewhat apropos…“Reeling in the Years” by Steely Dan.

As a little kid I used to stay with my Great Aunt alot. She lived in the house that her grand parents built in the late 1800s. I'm talking this house was OLD she called the living room the "davenport", the basement was a dirt floor cellar (so many stories with that whole space i don't even know where to start with that) and she had these suuuuuper old huge framed photographs of passed loved ones(metal filigree frames with a bubble like glass covering.) Lots of posthumous portraits of infants and beloved family members that go sick and/or died suddenly. I used to stare at them all the time as a kid. One day I was chatting with one(I made friends with anyone/thing lol)
He was a man with an intricat mustache, combed over hair, foggy eyes and his neck wasnt sitting straight up. I felt a sudden chill run through me, I looked over my shoulder and when I turned back around to look at the portrait this f*****g dude BLINKED AT ME!!!! I yelled for my great Aunt and told her what I saw and she laughed and said "ah yes (insert name of man in portrait) has always been so lively even after he died. He never blinked at me again, but also I swear the lace bonnet of one of the posthumous baby portraits had on would shift differently (sometimes the lace was up and perky and sometimes it would fold down on the babies face) it was never bad energy just lively past relatives.

I’ll preface this story by saying i am not religious at all. i was raised christian, but left the faith when i was a teenager. when i was 20 i lived in a house with my boyfriend and another couple. it was a large two story house. one night, i remember the other girl saying she didn’t like the stairs- she always felt things watching her from them. i told her i felt the same sometimes but never mentioned it because i figured it was just me being paranoid. sometimes i would sit down there late at night, cooking or finishing homework or cleaning, and i swear out of the corner of my eye i would see shadows darting up and down the stairs. they never left the stairs though, only went up and down and only when you weren’t looking directly. i pushed it all aside thinking i was being paranoid again. one day, my mother came to the house to help with something, i forget. my mother used to be a wiccan, and had always claimed to see weird things that she could never explain. she came into the house for the first time, paused with her face going white, and says “there’s things on the stairs isn’t there? don’t worry they can’t cross into upstairs.” i had never told her about what we saw and her saying that made my blood run cold. she never wanted to go back to my house after that and we ended up moving shortly after. still can’t explain those stairs or that house.

Sure, I got one. I share it every few years hoping that someone somewhere had a similar experience because I haven't run across anyone yet and the experience was really formative.

I was around 9 years old, we were visiting my mom's parents and stayed overnight. There was a storm that night and the thunder woke me up. Constant lightning, but between flashes I could see a weird greenish glow coming from the hallway.

I got out of bed and, being clumsy, absolutely bashed my hip against a little table in the cluttered and unfamiliar room. I would later awake with a giant bruise to prove this happened.

I got to the hallway and realized the glow was coming from the room across the hall that my mom was sleeping in. I got to the doorway and I can see what's glowing, a giant, like 3ft tall old woman's hand from the wrist up, not moving (like the fingers individually) but rotating slowly, the whole thing like a sculpture.

Yeah, my 9 year old brain couldn't fathom wtf I was seeing any more than it makes sense to write out. I just gaped at it. I watched it rotate and blindly took in the details, frozen in fear because it was so weird. I could see the paper-thinness of the skin, the veins winding their way up, the deep nail beds. It was almost made of a faintly, sickly luminescent light, and wasn't see-through exactly, but you know how night time vision is like grainy?? I describe this thing as "double grainy." That might not make sense but it's the best way I've found to describe it. I finally started hoarsely yelling for Mom, who woke up (her bed was across the room under the window, so I'd have to run past the thing to get to her. She didn't appear to see anything and called for me to come to her.

So I gathered my courage and ran past (it didn't react, just kept rotating) and she gathered me up in bed and almost immediately went back to sleep. I continued to start at this giant thing invading my reality until I eventually drifted to sleep.

Morning, I woke with a big bruise on my hip, a mom convinced I was having a nightmare and remembers me waking her up and climbing into bed but swears she saw nothing. I never figured out what it could have been but it scared the hell out of me as a kid.

My parents took in a stray cat that we didn't know had a spreadable illness. After a few years all our cats passed on. One night I was laying on my bed and I physically felt a cat jump on my bed and lean against my back purring heavily. I called out my old cat's name then I remembered he was dead and looked behind me and no kitty.

I was in grad school (my first MFA) and contemplating switching my focus from the conflict in Ireland to women’s issues in the modern world. At the time, I lived on the Falls Road in West Belfast.

So, one night I’m going around checking all the lights are off, and for once the cats aren’t with me. Normally they’re running around my ankles tripping me up. Instead, they’re under the bed. Oh well, cats are weird, especially my cats.

So I get downstairs, go to pull the living room curtain, and freeze. There are literally hundreds of people outside. Some covered in blood. Some with babies. Some with horrific injuries. My mouth just fell open and I whipped the curtains closed, then slowly, after taking several deep calming breaths, peeking through them again.

Nothing. And this was well before the days of Ring doorbells so I couldn’t even check with my neighbours.

No, I did not change my concentration, and my book is now held in Magdalen College Library where it educates a whole new generation on Irish history, so I did the right thing - by me and by all those poor people.

Was about 17 years old. My dad's company he worked for had a beach house in Brookings, Oregon that senior employees could sign up for and use for free for a few days or a week. So we head there and it's great, exactly as advertised. I decide to head out at night with a buddy who I had brought with to just kind of explore and drive around the town. We turned down this one road and made it a couple hundred feet down. For context, there were high bushes on each side of the road and trees creating a canopy over the road. After we made it a little down, the headlights of the car just kind of....stopped lighting stuff. It was like a wall of black in front of us. No streetlights, house lights, nothing. We pulled forward a little more and the headlights continued to kind of end at this wall of black and just stop illuminating anything beyond or around it. Buddy and I each got a chill down our spines and decided it wasn't worth exploring anymore. We backed up and turned around and left. It was absolutely surreal. Here I am over 30 years later and if you put a gun to my head, I'd say that someone built a wall and painted it with vantablack. But back then? I don't know, it was just eerie as hell. We went back in the daytime the next day, totally normal road. Absolutely nothing that could be quantified as a reason for the road and lights to just...not exist beyond the point we found the previous night. Did not investigate it anymore the rest of the trip and went home after a few days with an creepy story and plenty of skeptical looks from friends and family my buddy and I told about it.

We had a community pool growing up. My sisters were older than me so I always would find other kids my age in the pool to play with. I spotted this girl my age who was with her dad. She was wearing swimmies at a table and started yelling happily something like "apalaycha apalaycha!" while she approached the pool. She then jumped in right next to me. But never came out of the water. She was literally not there and neither was her Dad. I still think about it to this day. Like where did they go?

When my sister and I were very young we had a sandbox in our backyard. One day we were playing in it and a hand came up from the sand and grabbed my sister and pulled her down. My sister was screaming and crying. I grabbed her and pulled her back up. We both ran to get our Mom. She didn’t believe us. To this day we both still talk about that and can’t explain what happened? So creepy!

My sister and I moved in together in our mid twenties. She had the en suite upstairs while I had a room down the hall from the open-plan kitchen / lounge / dining room. One night, shortly after heading to bed, we both heard a noise in the kitchen and immediately texted each other “Was that you?” - Nope. Then we both heard giggling. F*****g GIGGLING. We met in the kitchen, turned all the lights on, and there was… nothing. We spent about three hours sitting on the patio, chain smoking cigarettes (we had long stopped smoking at that point, lol) to calm ourselves. We were too scared to go back inside.

A couple of nights later, we were watching TV on the couch. We had a fan on in the centre of the kitchen counter - not remotely close to the edge - and it suddenly flew off, plug pulled out of the socket even, landing on the floor. Neither of us were even close to it. There was no breeze, nothing. It was a heavy metal fan.