“Something’s Not Right Here”: 47 Times People Experienced Something Way Too Creepy To Forget

Well I'm late but whatever! So about two years ago I was in my room reading a book when I hear it. Soft as ever, two little girls giggling. Not just any giggle. It was the kind of giggling you hear in horror movies. I immediately put down my book and listened. After about a minute of holding my breath I decided it must have come from outside.

Then that night just as I'm about to drift off to sleep, I hear it again. Two little girls giggling. Now it was 2 am and I was pretty sure there weren't two little girls outside my window at that time of night, so I began to freak out. I sat up in my bed and waited for what felt like forever just listening. Then I hear it again. I jumped out of my bed and go spend the rest of the night in the guest room. By the next morning I was convinced my room was haunted.

For the next week I avoided my room and spent my nights in the guest room unbeknownst to my family. I was afraid to tell anyone for fear I was going crazy or they wouldn't believe me. But every time I spent more than an hour in my room I would hear those two little girls giggle. By the end of the week I was a mess. I could barely sleep and was terrified of my room.

Then one morning my brother walks up to me and says "you deaf or something?" Obviously I was confused and after further questioning he tells me about this small device he had placed in my room. Apparently its like some sort of prank device that's easily hidden and can make a variety of different noises, my brother however choose the creepy as hell little girls giggling sound.

He wondered why I hadn't heard it or said something about all week and I just wanted to punch him in the face. So my room wasn't haunted after all! Moral of the story, sometimes your brother is just a jerk.

My great-grandmother once had a repairman come over to fix her water heater in the basement. After he fixed it he came upstairs and said that my great-grandfather was really helpful. He had passed away over a year ago..

When my aunt was in college she took a night lab class that would let out late. One night she was walking back to her car and someone came up behind her, pressed what something into her back, and told her to keep walking. Suddenly a man coming toward her who she had never met before looked at her, threw open his arms for a hug, and said, "how are you? I haven't seen you in so long!" He then whispered, "play along. He has a gun." My aunt immediately played along, hugging back and acting excited to see this stranger. The guy who was behind my aunt quickly backed off and walked away. The hero took my aunt to the nearest emergency alert post, pushed the button for her, and told her to stay put while he went to get help. He never returned.

A few years ago when my grandpa was really sick me and my family were around his bed all saying our last words to him, things were going normal, as we were all crying and saying goodbye. A little later his breaths were getting less and less frequent and we knew he was about to go. But on his last breath his eyes opened up really wide he smiled, looking the happiest he had in years, and then he was just gone. Too this day I still can't imagine what he felt/saw.

When I was six (28 years ago) my mom and dad took me and my younger sister to a MLB game, leaving my grandmother to baby sit my youngest sister. When we got back my grandmother told my folks that two guys had come by the house with photography equipment and asked whether a young girl with red curly hair lived there, and that they had spotted her and that she would be a great child model for some advertising work they were doing. When my grandmother said she wasn't home they said they would come back another time.

My grandmother and mom didn't think much about it, but my dad said "Something's not right here" and called the police. 15 minutes later several FBI agents showed up and began conducting interviews with my grandmother and my parents while I ran around and showed the agents my matchbox police helicopter.

Turns out we had been targeted by a child theft ring; the photographers would take a bunch of photos and wait until the toddler threw a tantrum and the photographers would then ask the mother to go grab a toy to keep the child entertained. While the mother was out of the room, they would grab the child and bolt, leaving everything else behind. The FBI told my folks that my sister had already been sold and would have been out of the country within 24 hours if they got her. We were advised to change preschools and other aspects of our daily routine.

It still gives me the chills to think about what could have happened to her. Needless to say, mom became pretty overprotective; it was a few years before she even trusted us with a babysitter.

**TL;DR: Child theft ring targeted my sister.**.

Ok so I am at WalMart standing in front of the french bread. Notice this strange guy standing there, starring at the food. About 40 years old, jeans shorts, little overweight, handle bar moustache, tight shirt, flip-flops. I pick up one loaf of bread and he turns to me with a strange smile. Walk away... After a while (30 min or so) I change my mind and go back to the bread aisle and that dude is still standing in the same spot ...just starring. So i put the bread back...He IMMIDEATELY grabs it, the one I just put down, and storms to the cash register. Pays and leaves. That is the only thing he bought...What the hell?

My best friend and I were having a sleep over at her house. We were teenagers, and for some reason we were home alone. We're goofing off upstairs when suddenly we hear a crash downstairs. We of course freak out for maybe 30 minutes before we get the nerve to go check it out. I grab a bat and we slowly creep down the steps. In the kitchen, we find a glass bowl had fallen and broke, but the really creepy part is that all the pieces had been picked up and put in another bowl on the table. We still have no idea how that happened.

Another time with the same friend, we decided it would be fun to sleep outside in my friend's parent's camper. In the middle of the night I woke up to the silhouette of some guy standing in the doorway. He stands for a minute and then walks out. I was still half asleep and wondering if that really happened when I fell back to sleep. The next morning my friend tells me about a "dream" she had about someone coming into the camper. Of course, freaking out ensued. Apparently someone (a hobo perhaps, she lives right next to the tracks) had been sleeping there without anyone knowing.

I delivered newspapers in a fairly rural area the summer after I graduated high school. One night, it's pouring rain and I'm driving down this dirt road that is an end to a farmer's house. I've been down this road a few dozen times and know the routine - drop the paper off in the box at the end of the drive, back up the road and off to my next stop.

This time, as I am getting out of my car to place the newspaper in the holder I see this man in the ditch wearing a drenched white shirt running at me as fast as he can. He got within 20 feet of me. I could see what my mind pictured as a hatchet or axe. I had never ran so hard in my life.

EDIT: I ran back around the front of my car, jumped in and took off. Everything happened so fast that I almost didn't realize where I was.

It must have been about 5-10 miles later that I attempted to call 911. No signal using my Motorola flip phone in the middle of no where in the year 2000. I had to stop at a farmer's house to call the police at 2:00 am.

Turns out the guy [ended his own life] within an hour of his run with me in that wooded ditch.

EDIT: I had not thought about that night in a long time. Kind of rattled nerves again thinking about it.

Creepiest thing I remember ever happening to me didn't involve "paranormal" things.

I was walking to the store late at night probably around 11-1 am don't remember but the streets were isolated. I live in the bronx in a not so safe area but I've grown up around the "not so nice" people in this neighborhood all my life to not be afraid that anything will happen to me since a lot of them actually look out for their neighbors (they still aren't nice people to others but I digress.)

While I was walking the streets were completely empty until I heard footsteps behind me, being the cautious person that I am I turn around to take a good look at the man for a long minute just incase I had to identify him later, growing up in an unsafe place this is typically my line of thinking. Being that I'm a short girl (5'1) and this man was twice my height I was a bit creeped out but kept walking like normal.

After a while he caught up to me and asked if I was Dominican I sternly said yes and kept walking he then asked if I was 18 (this was 3 years ago at the time I was 17) and I replied no and was ready to cross the street because he was freaking me out. As soon as I said no he looked at me disappointed and said oh never mind then and ran away from me. It was such a small thing but it really creeped me out thinking about what may have happened if I had told him I was 18 and what exactly this guy was planning.

Kidnapping attempt in the 1980's.

Sacramento neighborhood late at night, visiting a friend when I was maybe 9-10 years old. Three of us walk out to go play at this park / elementary school several blocks away at around 10:00pm at night. We were playing Frisbee in the street in front of the school and our Frisbee lands in the street as a white van pulls up and stops, as if to allow us to get our Frisbee. I walk toward the van and grab the Frisbee, then move to the side to allow the van to pass.

As the van passed the sliding door opened and a guy dressed in black like a ninja came flying out and tried to grab me. He had a harness on and the van had been rigged with a telescoping mechanism that allowed him to come out around 5 feet while hanging from this harness (like they do in some haunted houses where people appear to be flying) and it was operated by another person inside, also dressed in black. So there was *at least* 3 people involved in this attempt.

I barely dodged his attempt to grab me and all 3 of us ran toward the elementary school and hopped the fence (about 6 feet tall), ran along the fence though bushes and then hopped a second fence (about 15' maybe) that allowed us to be inside the school.

We were scared as hell and could hear the van driving around and assumed they were in hot pursuit. We found a way to get onto the roof of the school from inside, thank god, and proceeded to observe the van driving around the school for at least 30 minutes in an obvious attempt to find us.

This scared us even more because one would think the would be kidnappers would flee, but I suppose they thought we could identify them. This was before cell phones so we stayed up there until around 45 minutes after we last saw them. It appeared that some of them were searching for us on foot also, which added to the fear. We eventually escaped and went back to my friends house, and never told anyone in our family out of fear of being punished.

Well, quick story involving my brother and I. He was around 21 and I around 18. Parents were out of town, so we decided to have a couple of beers, sit by a fire in the backyard and chill.

Gets to be around 3am and we hear the crunching of leaves in the woods, sounded like 20 feet or so away. Our nearest neighbor lived a few miles away, so we were a little freaked out.

We both looked at each other and sprinted to our shed. The shed had a door like a garage, and as we turned to shut it, we saw a human-like figure running at us. We slammed the door, locked it from the inside and moved to the back.

There was pounding at the door for around 20 minutes or so, and we heard what sounded like cackling. After the noise stopped, we took turns on watch and waited till morning. He grabbed a shovel, I grabbed a crowbar, we opened the door and saw.... nothing.

We thought we had imagined it until we saw the footprints. My brother wears size 13.5 (US), and these prints were at least 2-3 inches bigger. No shoes, and one too many toes on both feet.

We got back to the house, called the cops, they sent someone out to check on us, we showed them the prints, they took pictures and told us to call if anything else happened. Moved out around 3 months later. Old neighbor called me up yesterday and asked if i had seen anything strange around. He described the footprints to me perfectly. They were outside his window.

While taking Amtrak from LA to Portland one summer years ago, this guy started chatting with me in the viewing car. We talked for a bit, we went to the bar and bought a few drinks together. Came up to a 20 minute stop at a station, and we got off together for a smoke.

That's when I saw the platform was full of cops ... who immediately began walking towards us.

And they grabbed him. Took him away. Turned out that before he ran into me, he'd spent the entire train ride trying to lure kids into the bathroom with promises of candy.

My great grandfather awoke to a man standing in the corner of the bedroom watching him and my great grandmother sleeping. They lived out in the middle of nowhere so they never used to lock their doors. Apparently this man had just broken out of a mental institution and walked there.

Creepiest thing will forever be the man who watched me at my window. It's nothing paranormal, but honestly. I was texting my girlfriend, playing a game, and I heard rustling outside my window (keep in mind I live in the basement as an "apartment" at my mom's house). I don't have any curtains, and I turned off my iPod. I could see someone actually staring at me. This went on for about 10 minutes. I texted my little sister to get the bat and turn on the lights upstairs. After he saw the lights, he ran off.

I have never been more creeped out, except for the recent occurrence. Thought I imagined the "FWOOSH" and "PLOP" sound in the middle of the night. I brushed it off. Next morning, stepdad was cleaning the yard and found the A/C cover in the other window well. I went upstairs to get ready to wash my mom's car when they told me. They asked me if I heard anything, so I told them. I keep a knife and an aluminum bat with me.

For the people who will likely ask why we haven't called the police: We did the first time, they said they couldn't do anything. Short of breaking into the house, we're stuck dealing with this person (or people) until they do break in.

My boyfriend works night shift, and I was asleep alone in the house. I get woken up in the middle of the night by my puppy whining in the living room, and I assume it's because he wants outside. I'm just about to open the back door, when I hear this weird scratching/clicking sound at the front door, like someone was sticking something in the lock. I go to check, and I can see the silhouette of somebody standing there through the window in the door. I then notice there is a second figure in the living room window, although it's too dark to make out any features. I know they can see me because I didn't have any blinds at this point, and they just stood there. I totally freaked and called the cops, then my dad. I huddled in the kitchen out of sight of any windows and waited for someone to come. My parents live across town and showed up before the cops. They were gone at this point, but the neighbours across the street were up and saw the car. I ended up staying at my parents place that night, and when I came home the next morning, I noticed the basement window was partially kicked in. I got a security system installed the next day. I still have no idea who it was.

Hitchhiking home from high school (I know, I know) and get picked up by a really weird guy with stereotypical thick glasses. It was really hot in his truck (he probably had the heat on in retrospect) as we drove along a main road and at one point he mentions the heat and that it was ok if I wanted to take off my shirt (for the record, I am a guy). I said no thanks and then opened the door and rolled out into traffic when the truck was coming to a light. Thank god the door handle hadn't been removed or anything.

Bonus: I hitchhiked around a year later and the exact same guy pulled up and asked me if I wanted a ride. He didn't recognize me and I said no, and realized at that point that he must do this kind of thing often. I never hitchhiked again after that day.

My Aunt was sitting at a table at a wedding in 1988 and the man beside her kept touching her leg. His name was Paul Bernardo and a couple years later he was arrested.

It was my first year of fatherhood. My wife, son (approximately 7 months at the time), and I had just moved to a house. Being a young couple it was a small older home. Most of the neighbors were the original owners and literally dying off all around us. My neighbor across the street was 88 and bought her house brand new in her 20's. So I imagine someone died in this house sometime before we lived there.

Anyway, it's been a long day and the baby is finally asleep in his crib in our bedroom. I passed out on the couch from just being extra tired from getting up every night multiple times for the past several months. All of a sudden I wake up to my son in screaming at the top of his lungs lying in the doorway between my bedroom and living room. The house is completely dark and quiet otherwise. I rush over to pick him up from the ground and soothe him. It dawns on me at that point that he isn't in his crib. Or covered even though it's winter and my wife is still in bed staring at us. I check all around to see if he somehow learned to walk, climb his crib, and then rolled over. No way. I'm creeped out and mama is creeped out, but whatever it's late and he's quiet again finally. Her and I go to the kitchen to get something to drink and talk about why he was on the floor. He starts screaming again and we both go check. I flicked the light switch and walk over to his crib. 3 to 5 seconds go by and the light goes out! The switch is still up and the bulb blew, but not instantly it was delayed. No clue why, what, or how that all happened. I have never ever EVER been so scared in my life.

I had a dog once that was super loyal and loving and would always come running to me when I called and would almost crash into me whenever I had treats for him. One day sitting in the living room, all of his hairs stood up on his back and he was just staring over my should growling and showing his teeth. No matter what I would do to try to get him to come to me, he would never break his stare at that one spot and just kept growling. I eventually carried him out of the room because it was freaking me and my roommates out so bad.

I've been talking to a woman in her 20s for about two weeks. Haven't made any plans to meet up, but have been flirting a lot. She informs me her father ran a background check on me.

Not "googled me". Not "read my blog". Not "checked out my Twitter". Hired someone to do a background check on me.