45 Unexplained And Very Creepy Things That These People Experienced And Just Had To Talk About

I was stationed in Seoul, South Korea several years ago. I was taking a shower in my room and when i got out, the word "leave" was written in small letters in the fog on the bathroom mirror. I didn't have a roommate because NCOs got their own private rooms. A little freaked out, I decided to do exactly that; leave. I went off post for some Korean BBQ and wondered the city a bit.

I came back a couple hours later to find the barracks was evacuated and half burned to the ground. The fire was pinpointed to faulty electrical wiring that caught some insulation on fire inside the walls.

Something knew it was going to happen and to this day, whatever that something was, it didn't want me in the middle of it. I'd gladly thank who or whatever it is if they'd give me the chance but it's been years and I still have no idea.

Me and some of my friends went to explore an abandoned mall, and in the distance we could faintly hear the sound of children laughing and playing.

It was spooky as hell, like a corny horror movie.

Found the source of the sound, it was coming from a speaker in the kids playground in the mall, apparently it had been left on, probably for years.

But that was barely any less spooky, the fact that they ran a loop of the sounds of children playing and that it was still running, that's still creepy.

1 day, while I was 27, I went to sleep and woke up to a normal day. Went to work, went home, watched tv with the Gf and played with the dog. Woke up the next day and went to the mall with the GF. Long story short I kept living my life till 1 day I walked into work and quit my job.

Decided to move in with the gf. Started driving for UBER and started a coffee shop. I drove my car every hour I could and would only take breaks to do business stuff. There was this panic inducing meeting with the bank so I can get s loan. They gave me my loan but I gave them everything for it.

Found a great spot downtown for the shop. I did as many renovations to the store myself to save money, including painting. My hands were covered in white paint everyday. When I wasn’t working on the business I was driving for Uber.


I worked hard the i successfully opened up the coffee shop. I worked everyday the whole day from 6 am to 11pm. Lucky I hired a great worker to cover the night shift. A younger college girl who was awesome at the job. I payed her well... too well.

Rinse lather and repeat every day until I purposed to my gf. Had an amazing wedding. I will never forget her dress. We have kids quickly, 1 boy and 1 girl. I cherished every day with the children. Eventually both grew up and have kids them self.

Then when I was 73 and one day I was bouncing my grandson on my knee. I had a sudden massive heart attack and I was gone on the spot. The last thing I remember was a booming voice asking me if I wanted to live it again. I answer yes right away.

I woke up grasping for air in bed with my gf and my dog. I was confused because I was 27 and it was the first night again. Sounds like a long dream right? The thing is though I lived every day. Went to sleep every night. Ate every meal and went to the toilet. That isn’t normal for dreams.

My mother had told me about a strange dream - I was in a mansion, and the closer I got to the cellar, the deeper her sense of dread had become, something evil and dangerous just out of reach... “I woke up feeling so strange, I almost called you to see if you were Alright but it was 4am!”. We chuckled about her weird little psychic feelings and moved on.

A few months later I was hiking with a friend and we came up on an old abandoned farm. It was cool and just a tiny bit creepy in that abandoned farm way but on a nice sunny day it was mostly just cool. The farm house was *huge* and boarded up and being the kind of folks we were, we broke in. Inside was a time capsule - everything looked as though the inhabitants left suddenly sometime in the 60s. There was still an old tube of Colgate and prescription medicine bottles in a bathroom, made (but dusty and somewhat rotten) beds in the rooms, magazines on side tables...as we worked our way back, the elements and animals had made more progress, the floors softer and walls more crumbly, until I got to the large service kitchen where the floor started to look actively dangerous, some boards flexing ominously underfoot. I tread very carefully. Still, I felt compelled to explore - dishes and mouse-invaded food containers in the cupboards! An old junk-drawer full of vintage stuff! I turned to my friend to show him something and realized he wasn’t there...when had we split up? What room was he in?

I called his name, and then noticed one of the doors, open, stairs leading to the basement, like a black mouth. I said his name again and my voice seemed to echo back from that...void. Cold, musty basement air felt like it was blowing at me and I felt the creeping edge of uneasy fear, alone, no sound of friend, odd anxiety about those dark stairs. I turned back to the way I’d come in, calling friend’s name, and eventually found him in a side study, looking at old books. “We should go” he said “I’m getting creeped out”. Me too. We made a careful exit and headed back.

On returning to cell phone service I had multiple missed calls from mom. “Are you ok?” She asked “I had one of those mom moments, I just got really worried. Everything ok?” Sure, I told her, we were coming back from a hike and we’d found a cool old house. I started to describe it. “Oh wow!” She said. And then she started to ask specific questions - was there a red dining room with broken glass cabinets? A floral bedroom with a huge 4 post bed? An old white enamel cook stove in the kitchen? She was describing the house, 2500 miles away from her. “That’s the mansion from that dream I told you about! A sprawling old farmhouse?? Yes!” And then she started crying. “Oh jeez, Im sorry this is so crazy! I saw that house! Ohhhhh you can’t ever go back there!! Im feeling that dread again! That cellar! There’s something awful in that cellar! Please promise me you’re ok” She was nearly hysterical, describing that cellar door I’d seen, the stairs leading to blackness, the rotten floor of the kitchen. I had to promise her we wouldn’t go exploring there again, which was easy. I felt cold and tingly, deeply sad at the sound of my mom who was overwhelmed by her weird premonition. I felt overwhelmed. I’m a diehard skeptic, but she described the abandoned house I was just in, in a part of the country she’d never been to. My friend was thoroughly unnerved too. “That’s what was creeeping me out, I was starting to hear...noises from down there.”.

It was like 2 am, I took my clothes off and went to sleep. A minute later something hit me at my head. It was one of my socks. When I take them off I throw them in a corner of my room, so someone threw it back at me.

But there was no one in my room, was alone 100%. May not sound so scary, but it was for me!


- No, there were no fans in the room.
- No wardrobes or similar around my bed.

2008

I was 18, and my brother, Chris, was 16. I also have a brother, James, who was 5 at the time. We had just moved into an older house that used to be three apartments. We just about finished unpacking and we designated rooms.

James's room was directly above the living room with the staircase. James went up to discover his new room, and Chris and I took a short walk around the neighborhood. We got back and were sitting in the living room, just talking.

My mom says she's going to get pizza for dinner, and leaves. She took a fairly long time, which is normal for her. I think she really enjoys the small breaks she gets when she can leave the house without James, and I never object to babysitting. Besides, James is plenty occupied with his new room.


Chris and I are just talking in the living room. James is super excited about his new bedroom. We hear him running and stomping around upstairs, opening and closing doors. Sometimes he slams the doors pretty hard, but whatever, he's a kid. I assumed he fell asleep since the noise stopped eventually.

I hear my mom's car pull up. I get up to meet her in the kitchen.

My mom comes in, carrying soda. James follows directly behind her, carrying the food, yelling, "PIZZA TIME!" She took him with her to get dinner (confirmed by my mom).

Chris and I just looked at each other taking too long to comprehend what was happening.

I lived in that house for four years, and that was the only time something really freaked me out.

I visited St. Augustine when I was about 9 years old with my family and some friends. While we were there we went to the Castilo de San Marcos, a Spanish fort built in the late 1600's. In the fort there is a corner room with no windows called the "black room". It was used to store weapons but was walled up for a few hundred years, and when they opened it up again they found human skeletons in the room-meaning that they had been walled up alive.

So I was alone in this part of the fort with my mom. As she was reading the description of the room I was crouching down and looking into the room (there was a small arch to go into it). There was clearly no one else in the room, and as I said before no windows. I suddenly felt a powerful burst of wind come shooting out of the room and go right through me. I'm not exaggerating, it felt like it went in one side of my body and out the other. I ran from one side of the fort to the other in about 30 seconds. I probably would have set a world record if someone had been timing me. I was really scared. Anyway a bit after that we went into the room with a big group of people and nothing scary happened.

Years later I was watching the travel channel around Halloween time and they had a documentary about Halloween attractions around the world. After that was done Ghost Adventures came on. I usually don't watch shows like that because I've never found them very interesting, but this episode was about the Castillo de San Marcos so I decided to watch it. In the episode they go into the same room and while in the room the host stops talking mid-sentence and says "oh my god I just felt like a burst of wind go through me." Needless to say I had goosebumps all over after seeing that on TV. I still get goosebumps while talking about it.

I get it if you don't believe me, because I probably wouldn't believe it if it hadn't happened to me. But that was the creepiest thing that has happened to me that I can't explain.

When I was in University in 2012 I was on my way to my first class of the day, which started at 2:00pm and was across campus. I was walking with my friend from our residence, as we walked into the building our class was in I pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw that it was 1:58 to make sure I was on time. About a minute later right before we got to our class I felt super dizzy and lightheaded which was strange because it came so suddenly. We were at the classroom door, I had been walking at a normal pace, had eaten enough that day and had been feeling fine. Everything was fuzzy and I had to sit down. My friend was very concerned and grabbed me and sat me down and all I remember saying and thinking was, “my grandfather is gone”. My friend was super confused but I just knew.

Sure enough, he passed that day at 2:00pm. I knew he was sick but did not know he was going to be gone that day. I don’t have any explanation. I can’t even describe the feeling.

I didn’t tell anyone in my family until months later. But we have someone in our family who identifies herself as a spiritual medium. And the day of his funeral she came up to me and said something about me feeling his passing. I don’t remember exactly what. But it creeped me out even more. She wouldn’t have known.

Believe what you want to believe or that this is coincidence but it still creeps me out to this day.

I’ve been waiting for this question!

My freshman year of college I was living on the 4th floor of my dorms. It was winter time, and there was snow on the ground. It was probably around 3 or 4 in the morning and my roommate and I had both randomly woken up but we weren’t talking, as we both thought the other was asleep. Then we both heard very clear, loud knocking on our window. 4 loud knocks that you could just tell was on glass. We both said “did you hear that” and were kind of spooked.

15 minutes went by, nothing happened. I was starting to fall back asleep and there it was again, four loud knocks. At this point I was shaking because in my mind, someone had somehow climbed up to our window and was trying to scare us. So I got up and pulled our blinds back to look for someone, no one was there. No footprints on the snow on the ground, nothing. So I got back in bed.

Another 5 minutes or so and we heard the knocking again but it was coming from what sounded like the neighbors window. Sure enough we heard our neighbors say “dude, what the hell” and shuffle around a little.

Then like two minutes later, it sounded like every single window on our floor was being knocked on for about 7 seconds straight, just absolutely insane. People started screaming and we could hear people opening their doors and running across the halls into their friends rooms because they were terrified.

It kept happening for probably two more hours but only at specific windows like every 15-30 minutes. Every time I was about to fall asleep it happened again. I even texted my boyfriend, who lived on the first floor, to ask him if he also heard this, which he didn’t. That was a very long night. No one ever found out what that was, as far as I know.

When I was a kid, I had LOTS AND LOTS of plushies. One of them was a talking Ernie (from Sesame Street) that wasn't functioning properly. You had to absolutely bang it on a table for it to say, "I feel great!"

Our old house in my home country was housed with spirits but not bad ones (or at least that's what my parents said lmao). I never witnessed or felt anything until this one time. When I was 8, I overheard my parents saying something along the lines that my Ernie plushy spoke every time they talked about my grandma. I got irrationally scared which made my parents hide Ernie in a huge box along with my other unused plushies. One time when I was playing hide and seek, I was hiding with my childhood friend, Jay, in our spare room where the box of plushies was. While we were hiding, I figured might as well tell him the story about the haunted Ernie and my just recently passed away grandma. In the middle of the story, we heard Ernie say, "I feel great!" in the box on top of the shelf. There's no way that was moved. And even if it was somehow moved by gravity, you need to bang Ernie on the table to make it talk. We screamed and ran outside.

One night i was out walking. I lived near a forrest. I went down a path I havent noticed before, and at the end there's a bloody cemetary.

Oh, well - I thought I might as well finish my cigarette at the cemetary, so I'm walking around and get to the end of the cemetary, where theres a decrepit brick wall. Then I see a black shadowy smoky thing, kinda like the black riders from lord of the rings, looking at me and climbing over the wall.

I noped it outta there.

Finally, when I got home - I opened the door, and my girlfriend screamed with absolute horror on her face.

She eventually calmed down, and she later explained that I didn't look right.

Stll gives me goosebumps, 20+ years later.

Around 1.5 years ago, my current partner & I decided to check out a new bar for a "Thirsty Thursday" happy hour. We were chatting away normally at a booth in the back when out of nowhere, I heard my name being called from somewhere else in the bar.

It didn't seem like it was being shouted, or even like it was being said all that loudly - it just sounded very clear and very direct. And the voice saying it was so distinct that I recognized it immediately as belonging to an old boyfriend of mine.

This was a person who I had loved as a friend for many years, and I knew his voice well. Our time as a couple, however, was fairly short; he was a great person with a very large heart, but he had some very serious troubles and a tendency to self-destruct. We tried hard to maintain our old friendship after splitting, and I never held his demons against him, but he eventually developed some unhealthy & borderline frightening behaviors that I couldn't abide by. So to make a VERY long story short, I eventually stopped speaking with him entirely.

We hadn't spoken in almost a year when I heard his voice, but I was so certain that it was him that I literally braced for the figurative impact of our encounter; I had no idea how he would react to seeing me, or my new partner. But sure enough when I looked around, he wasn't there. And eventually, I convinced myself that I hadn't heard him at all.

I forgot about the incident entirely until that Saturday morning, when I logged onto my Facebook and saw my feed flooded with messages of grief: there had been a freak accident at work earlier in the week, and my ex had since passed away. Over the coming days I would find out that his accident occurred that Thursday morning - and at the exact moment I heard his voice saying my name, he was on life support with his family by his side.

I'm not claiming that his spirit was somehow able to say goodbye to me, or even suggesting that it would if it could, but I've been completely unable to rationalize this in a "normal" way: his voice was too clear, my name is too uncommon, and the timing was too uncanny.

I wouldn't call this experience creepy because I'm honestly quite grateful for it now, but it was definitely something that unsettled me for a while.

When I was a kid I saw a shooting star, which I had always wanted to see. At least, that's what I thought it was.

Then it shot off at a 90 degree angle.

Stopped for the night at a motel in the middle of Pennsylvania but was too tired initially to care about how shady the place feels. It was still a chain hotel but you had to drive through a long, unlit road to get to the entrance. I'm in the bathroom hand washing a shirt and felt a coldness up my back. I ignored it at first but then felt weird and was creeped out by then. I bounced out of the bathroom to calm down. I finally see it. Blood on the wall. Wasn't much but it was there, dried. My bf had the idea to push a chair up against the doorknob so we'd sleep knowing we'd be a bit safer. It mustve been 3 or 4am when we woke to someone trying to open our door. It wasn't even like a drunk person stumbling around looking for his room. It was a quieter, stealthy, attempted break in. Whoever it was tried and couldn't get in and left us alone. There wasn't much sleeping the rest of the night.

Maybe this is just creepy to me but:

When I was 17 I was really religious and wanted to become a nun. I was going to join a convent in January and I graduated in May so instead of getting a short-term job I just volunteered and watched people's kids. Every Monday I would go to a food pantry and take the bus there from the same stop, but since it was only 4 miles away I would occasionally walk if the weather was nice.

I was walking home one Monday and I walked passed the bus stop that I would usually get off at if I were to take the bus. There was a car there waiting and as soon as I passed it the man in the car rolled down his window, pulled up to me and said:

"Hey I know you! Let me give you ride"

He was literally the most regular white baby boomer looking guy ever, so I thought it was possible I knew him because I met a lot of people in the Church and that's the only reason I really engaged him. I told him I didn't need a ride since I was close to my house. He kept insisting I get in his car so he can take me home/ take me to lunch/ take me to his place.

And he said "Yeah I know you, you're gonna go join a convent in January" I was weirded out by this because that was true, but I was growing more and more certain I didn't know him. So I asked him where we met and he said: " I met you in the grocery store, you were buying food for your Daddy"

I immediately started walking away and called my mom because I don't have a dad. He got really pissed off and drove away really fast. I never saw him again. I vaguely remember meeting a creep at the grocery store who was looking at me strange, but I would have never shared personal information with him and I don't know people at the store that I would have shared it with in front of strangers.

The experience made me paranoid. He clearly had been watching me and I never noticed. He knew where I was gonna be and he waited for me, and he gathered personal information about me without me even slightly recognizing him. He was so desperately insistent upon getting me in his car as quickly as possible. I have no idea who he was, what he wanted with me or if he's still out there. He honestly could come to my job every day and I have no idea if I would recognize him.

Just over six years ago I had a dream that I was driving to my dad’s house and found him deceased in his apartment. At the end of the dream, my boyfriend showed up. I hugged him and said, “Please don’t go tonight. I don’t want you to miss the funeral.”

I woke up and thought to myself, that’s weird. My boyfriend is going out of town tonight for several days. I had a nagging feeling and tried to reach my dad all day. I went about my day- went to class, the gym, went to my oil change appointment. At this point I had been trying to reach him for six hours with no response. So when my car was finished with the oil change, I drove over to my dad’s apartment. I found him deceased in his living room. My dream played out exactly.

One night I woke up to seeing my ex crouching in the closet. The closet was open and in full view of the bed.

Of course I asked him what the hell he was doing in the closet. He just kept smiling like crazy and talking really sweetly to me. Saying it was fun and I should come in too. I kept telling him no, he needed to just come back to bed.

And then, after a few minutes, my ex walked into the bedroom from the bathroom, asking who I was taking to. Mr. Closet Ex disappeared and I never saw him again, but a lot of other weird c**p happened in that house.

I was driving down a dark backroad with zero light aside from my headlights when I was 16. I was with my best friend and we were joking and being teenagers when he says to me to look out for this box that was in the road. What I saw was a box slowly inching across the road. Now, this was a night with no wind in the PNW. There was clearly something in the box. I approached slowly, thinking maybe a raccoon or cat was stuck under the box and needed help. As I'm pulling alongside it, my friend starts getting a little freaked out. I look at him (car is stopped now) and I'm like "Chill dude, we can free it", and he starts begging me to drive. I look over and I see that it's not a box at all. It's just a piece of cardboard, stood up on end, just inching towards our car slowly. We were right next to it so there were no strings pulling it, and there was no wind so it couldn't be that. It took a second to register that what I was seeing wasn't normal, and once it did I drove so fast out of there. To this day I have no clue what that was.

I used to get sleep paralysis every day my first year of college. Only happened in my dorm room. Every time was different - sometimes it was just a dark cloud or entity sitting on my chest so I couldn't breathe but it just felt like pure evil. I don't have any other way to describe it. Another time the entity was a little girl. Again she sat on my chest and was touching my eyes and my face while screaming in my ear. I could see and feel and hear everything; it was definitely the most terrifying stage of my life. I don't nap anymore.

Sleep paralysis is semi explained but I never got a great explanation from a doctor. Still get it maybe once a year.

So I have a big family and with me being the youngest I didn't have my own room. So I usually sleept in my parents' bed between them or in my sisters' bed beside her.

I'm about 5 and my sister 9 years here. One evening I'm sitting on our parents' bed, about to sleep but I'm watching some show on the tv before sleeping. The door is open and in the next room(the living room) is my sister and her friend, they're watching tv as well.

All of a sudden, the light above me breaks and it explodes and sparkles. Since I'm so young, I get REALLY scared and starts to scream. My sister runs to me to check what happend and when entering the room she screams as well. Our parents come and I guess I told them about the light?(I don't remember sorry) and we went on like usual.

A few years back, maybe 2-3 years ago (I'm 21 and she's 25 now) she asked if I remembered that day, and I did. She then told me that the reason she screamed was different from mine.
Apperently she saw a black figure/shadow of a man standing next to the bed. Watching me.
And then it disappeared when all the family members started to go to the bedroom to see if everything was fine.
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Another story involving my sister.
Everyone's in the living room watching tv, except her. She's on her way to us. When she's walking in the hallway and is about to pass our brother's bedroom, a pencil shots out from the room, flies past her(but almost hits her) and hits the wall. No one was in the room since everyone else was watching tv. She can't explain how it happened.

I guess these are the creepiest experiences that we can't explain.
There's another one but it can be explained by technology not working properly.