41 Of the Creepiest True Stories As Shared By People On The Internet

"It was near Halloween time when my friends and I were telling ghost stories. My friend said she was going to tell a story about her parents' first date. She said she didn't like telling the story since it was actually true, but we prodded her on. To cut to the chase, the parents had spent a nice, if awkward first date, and around the time that they would have said "good night," the male in the situation--my friend's dad--suggested that they go for a midnight hike up Provo Canyon. He apparently knew the place, since he had done a fair amount of rock climbing in the area. So the two drove up the mouth of the canyon, got out of their cars, and started hiking under just the light of the stars since it was a new moon. At some point, the male starts getting a "bad feeling," since the pathway ahead, which would pass under some trees, would be dark, and because it was getting to be quite late. He ignores the feeling and presses on. In later rehearsing of the story, the female would say that she had felt the same feeling at what was probably the same time, though she didn't know the trail as he did. A minute later, the feeling came back to the male. He ignored it again and started walking a bit of the way into the trees when his foot hit something "soft" in the middle of the path. Under the trees, it was too dark to see just what this soft thing was, and the feeling came back stronger than ever. Instead of finding out what his foot had bumped into, he and the female both agreed to hightail it out of there... Years later, after being married for some time, they were watching an interview with the serial killer, Ted Bundy. In response to a question asking him to describe the time that he felt the closest to being caught, he explained about the night that he lured a girl into Provo Canyon, and had just killed her when he heard some people coming up the trail. He explained how he hid in the trees just in time, only to watch some guy walk right into the body, and for some reason, just turn around and walk away.

TL; DR. Friend's parents stumbled onto a fresh corpse left by Ted Bundy on their first date."

"My mom is Native American. She named my sister Chula which means fox. Most likely because of her name sake but maybe not ,my sister loved everything that had to do with a fox. Last November my mom was doing dishes at the sink and looking out the window at the woods like she always does. Well she looks up from the dishes to the edge of the woods and at that moment a Fox steps out of the woods. It sits on it's hind legs and stares right at my moms face while she stares back through the window . She said it seemed like five minutes they stared at each other. Suddenly the fox got up turned around and slowly walked into the woods. my mom said her first thought was to call Chula tell her about the fox. My sister never answered she died in a head on collision that day due to some as*hole drunk driver. My mom keeps looking for the fox. It has never come back."

"My dad used to work in a juvenile detention center in the Miami area in the early 70s. He said there was one inmate that reminded him a lot of a young Hannibal Lecter. He wasn't strong but he was smart and very persuasive. One day he started a riot in his block of cells, just by talking the other inmates into it. My dad and another guard were sent in to check it out an try to calm things down. Everybody in the block was going crazy, banging on the bars, howling and yelling at each other. Everybody except young Hannibal Lecter. He was standing still in the middle of his cell with his arms folded, smiling and muttering the same phrase over and over, quietly. My dad tried to focus on what he was saying, and after a couple seconds he understood. The inmate was reciting my dad's home phone number.

I don't know how he got it. Maybe he bribed another guard into getting it for him, or he saw it written on some form on his way between rooms or something. The guy never called my dad, in fact he never really got any strange phone calls ever. But the level of determination this inmate must have had, all just to freak my dad out, was simply impressive."

"A few years ago my brother would get a call on his cellphone around 2:00 - 3:00 A.M. every night. He would answer and it was this hellish sounding noise. Like static mixed with screams. He changed his cell number after a month of this and it stopped. Then after a week or so it began again. The exact same noise. Exact same time. Finally one day he decided to backdial the call. It was an old man that had no clue what he was talking about. Still the calls persisted. If he didn't answer, it would call a few more times. No messages were left. He decided to say screw it. Ended his contract with his phone company, switched to a new one, and then got another new number. You guessed it, the screaming static calls continued after a short delay. By this time he was terrified every night. Unsure why this was happening. He backdialed the number again and got a different person. Around this time he lost his job and his phone. The calls stopped of course. His phone was disconnected now. So one day my mom asks me to listen to this weird message she got on our home phone. It was the static screaming. We showed my brother and he was freaking out. He back dialed the number again and it said the number was disconnected this time. Never heard from it again after that."

"When I was in high school I was babysitting for this family I had never babysat before. They kind of had an eerie house, just kind of disorganized but with these weird masks everywhere. Anyways, there are three kids and it's probably about 10:00. It's kind of windy outside and the power goes out. I was a little freaked out because I was really unfamiliar with the house and didn't know the kids very well. Since TV was no longer an option I was trying to think of things to do with them. The eldest girl, Jillian, started going through my purse and pulled out my camera and was just taking pictures for about a half hour. The parents came home around 12:30 and I went home. The next morning I went through the camera to look at the pictures and in the background there was a man looking through the glass door to the backyard. He was in every picture."

"So when I was a wee little lad, my mother used to rock me to sleep on a hammock because that was the quickest way to get me to fall asleep. One night while she was alone in the house with rocking me to sleep on the hammock, she was tired and accidentally fell asleep on the floor while rocking the hammock back and forth. she then had a brief dream in which she saw her elder sister, my aunt, who passed away years before I was born. My aunt supposedly walked up to her sat down in the dream, comforting and telling my mom to go to sleep because she can take over the hammock rocking for my mom. My mom said she immediately woke the up and saw the hammock rocking back and forth on its own as if she never stopped rocking it the whole time. My mom dreams about her dead sister all the time. She just shows up and tells my mom stuff."

"A few weeks ago my girlfriend and I were sleeping together when I woke up to her saying "What are you doing?" She sometimes talks in her sleep, but this sounded so coherent and urgent that it jolted me awake and I asked what she was talking about. She then woke up and said she thought she saw someone at the end of the bed. Thinking it was just a dream, or semi-awake hallucination, we thought nothing of it and went back to sleep. About an hour later, I woke up and saw someone standing on the bed, with the sheets wrapped up and twisted to their neck. I didn't know what do but the first thing that came out of my mouth was "What are you doing?" My girlfriend then woke me up. I had been dreaming the exact same thing that she did, and said the exact same thing."

"I was visiting family for winter break in Los Angeles, this was about five years ago. I was heading to the bathroom on the second floor of my aunt's house when I saw my cousin, April, on the stairs. April was four and very animated. She was busy making funny faces while sitting on the stairs. I asked her what she was doing. She said, "I'm copying the lady with the braid." I looked around, there was no one else but us. I asked, "where is the lady, April?" She pointed to a beam running parallel to the stairwell. I asked April, "what is the lady doing?" She said, "makin' funny faces." I smiled and started walking up the stairs again when April said something that stopped me in my tracks. April, "her braids are around her neck." I turned back and asked April to repeat herself. April pointed, "the lady is hanging by her braid... She's making funny faces." Then April started making a face which I then realize was someone gasping for air."

"When I was in eighth grade I went on a school trip that was called the Louisiana Tour. It was mostly going around to significant sights in south Louisiana. One of the places we went was Myrtles Plantation, which is considered to be one of the most haunted places in the country. There are all kinds of stories about the place, but at one point we were standing in a room as a part of a larger group and the tour guide was talking about something, I don't remember what. As I'm standing there I start to hear what sounds like someone hitting a piano key. After I heard it a couple of times I started to look around for the source of the noise. I didn't see a piano, but I kept hearing it. So I asked my friends who were standing near me if they heard it, they said no. When I heard it again I said there is it again and that they must have heard it. They thought I was crazy. So I went back to looking around the room. Everyone's eyes were on the tour guide except for one woman. She caught my eye and pointed at me and then at her ear with a questioning look. I realized she was asking if I heard it too and I nodded. At this point the tour guide starts telling a story about a soldier who had died there and that he played the piano and multiple guests had reported hearing him playing in the night. I honestly didn't know what to think, I guess I still don't. I talked to the woman as we were all leaving the room and she had heard the exact same thing as me, but her husband and son had not heard it."

"When I was younger, I had an imaginary friend who lived in this massive antique dresser. We'd chill out and I vividly remember him telling me stories, although I have absolutely no recollection of what they actually were. I remember one day talking to my parents about it (Dad traveled quite a bit so he wasn't up to date with what I was into) and when I started telling him about my dresser buddy, he wanted to know his name. It was something innocent like Peter or Patrick but I can still see him going white in the face. I drew Peter/Patrick out for him and the very next day he and my uncle took out that dresser and burned it. It wasn't until a few years later that I found out my Dad's little brother (my uncle) also had the same friend with the same name who lived in the same antique dresser. After a few months of the typical imaginary friend sh*t, my uncle started having night terrors and couldn't sleep because of Peter/Patrick. It got so bad that they had to move him out of his room before he managed to get back to normal."

"I have really terrible nightmares a lot. One reoccurring nightmare is about a shadowy figure standing near my bed. It thankfully hasn't happened in a while, but it always starts out the same. In the dream I wake up from my sleep and see this shadowy blur in one corner of my room. I then actually wake up in a little bit of a panic, but eventually fall asleep. In the dream I wake up again, I'm laying in my bed and the shadowy thing is now closer and has formed into the shape of a human. I can never really make out any features, but eventually it's at the foot of my bed just standing there watching me. There's something so menacing about this thing that every time I've had this dream I've woken up shaking and screaming while struggling to turn my lights on in a confused state. In the dream I know this thing shouldn't be there and is going to hurt me, but I can never do to stop it. I recently got a puppy and now when I have nightmares he moves from his normal spot near my feet and lays next to me while resting his head on my arm and licking my face. It's helped me a lot. I know that this is probably not the type of story you were looking for but just talking about that nightmare makes me really uneasy."

"I know this is way late and will probably get buried, but when my grandmother died in a car accident about 6-7 years ago, my mom's home phone kept getting calls, about 3-4 times a week, give or take... But every time we'd pick up these calls it'd just be some very old jazz type music (probably from the 40 and 50s) playing softly. This was the same music my grandmother used to always be listening to around the house, I remember being around it all the time. No one would talk, it would just play the music for a couple minutes then disconnect. Was also an unknown number, and these calls only started a couple weeks after she passed and probably went on for a few months then randomly stopped. It weirded us out a lot... The timing for that to happen, and of all the music choices..."

"None from me but I remember a story a high school teacher told me that always stuck with me. My former teacher was home alone when she was a child some at some point in the 70's probably. A man knocked on her door and she opened her main door but kept her screen door locked. He said he was from the gas company and wanted to talk to her parents. She told him they weren't home and he, without missing a beat, tried to start forcing his way into the home. When he found the screen door to be locked he pulled out a box cutter and started to cut through the screen. My teacher ran to hide in a clothes hamper in her parent's closet. She said she sat there for about 10 minutes before the police arrived. Thank god a neighbor saw everything and called the police or she probably would be dead. Also to put the cherry on the freaking creepy sundae, they found the intruder hiding in the attic. She told us that as a cautionary tale to lock all doors and windows when home alone. Of course naturally I would go home from school to be alone for hours. Doom."

"Me and my friends were driving home from a show we all went to. This was about 7 years ago or so, in the cerritos area. There's an elementary school there, I think on 186th(I forgot what it's called). Anyway, we drove by a local elementary school, all of us joking and laughing or whatever 16 year olds do, and my friends girlfriend looked over at the playground in the school, screamed, and refused to talk to anyone for a few hours. We all asked her what was wrong, what she saw, what happened, but nothing would make her tell us. We all thought she saw someone on the playground or a dead body or something. All we knew was that she was seriously spooked. As back story I should add that she's sensitive to paranormal happenings. (I should also add that I don't really believe in ghosts or the like but whatever). She would have doors fly open at her old house, clothes hangers fly off the rail, cups fall over and then right themselves multiple times. Anyway, she eventually told her boyfriend what she had seen. She said that she had briefly seen a bunch of blood covered people walking around the playground aimlessly. I immediately started blaming exhaustion, as it was around 2 am when we drove by. We looked it up later and it turns out that a plane had crashed into the school in the late 80's and a lot of people had died. que spooky music."

"It was May 1995, I was 8 years old and our 2nd grade class took a field trip to our local hospital. We were getting a tour of the facility when I suddenly left the rest of the class and started making my way down the hallways. Eventually I ended up in a room where a man in his early 90's was laying in a bed. We talked for about 5 minutes, then I said goodbye and left. I found the rest of the class as they were leaving, and on our way out my grandmother and her sister were walking in. They stopped to talk to me and my grandmother told me my great-grandfather Jean was here in the hospital, I said "I know, I just spoke to him." They both looked perplexed, because nobody had told me he was in the hospital. He died hours later. I went in there not knowing he was there, didn't know what room he was in, but I somehow ended up in his room speaking to him just hours before he passed away."

"A few years ago my wife's uncle "Bob" from Florida was killed in a vehicle accident in Florida on his way to Illinois to visit family for father's day. At the time my oldest daughter was a few days shy of being three. No one spoke about it in front of her or really acted like anything was out of the ordinary in front of her. About two days after "Bob" died I heard my daughter in our kitchen talking and it sounded like she was having a conversation. I walked into the kitchen and, of course, she was alone but she was talking in the general direction of the dishwasher. I asked her who she was talking to and she told me "Bob says he's not ready to go yet". I asked her who Bob was and she described my wife's uncle whom she had never met and had never seen a picture of because we didn't have any. I hope "Bob" was able to go eventually."

"We often visited my grandparent's cabin when I was a kid. It's your normal rustic cabin in the middle of the quiet woods. When we left to go home, I would say, "Bye grandma, bye grandpa, bye Scary Man!" Since there was no one else but my grandparents, it creeped my parents out for years. Years later they asked me who I was talking to. What it was, the neighbors had an outdoor water heater, and it had some scratches and markings on it that resembled a face. I called it "Scary Man." I can imagine how creepy that may have been."

"So me and my friend Miranda, who is from New Zealand, were at the Reading Terminal Market in Philadelphia, waiting in line to use the bathroom. We were chatting, and the lady in front us turns around and says something like, "Sorry to interrupt, but I'm also from New Zealand." We had not mentioned anything about NZ in our conversation, but I figured she might have recognized Miranda from her accent. So we chatted for a few minutes, then went back to our own conversations. A few minutes after that she turns around again and says something like "God has spoken to me and told me that I must help you with your watermelon problem." Miranda was deathly allergic to watermelon. Again, no mention in our conversation WHATSOEVER about watermelon and/or her allergies."

"Late but whatever. I was about 14 and creepy stuff had been happening in my room. Started with my tv turning off and on at random times of the night. Then it got worse, when I would wake up there would be dirty handprints around the edge of my ceiling like something was pawing to get out. Then the shadows just moving back and fourth around the room. Then the real stuff hit the fan, one night tapping on the walls and scratching in the ceiling. Scared the sh*t out of me but I still said nothing to my dad, then it happened and I couldn't not tell anyone. I was just sitting there watching tv in my room and in the creepiest voice I've ever had, "how are you today?" Like an old lady almost. Packed my things up and ran the fastest I've ever run down my stairs in my life, my brother was downstairs doing whatever when I basically fall the down the stairs physically shaking with him asking what happened and why I was so freaked out. I told my dad about it and he came home from work told us to go see a movie while he worked his magic on my room. Everything was fine for many years until I just heard three single taps on my wall a few days ago."

"A few years ago I went to a Christmas party. That night my housemates went home earlier while I decided to stay and get in the Christmas spirit with a few other friends. I ended up getting pretty hammered and got home around 3am. Instead of going straight to bed I got another beer inside then went out the back porch to have a smoke and look at the stars. I was outside a couple of minutes when I see the light go on in the kitchen, my housemate comes out and look at me out the back, I wave and generally look like a drunk idiot. I thought he was going to come out and get a debrief on the rest of the evening, as there were some good laughs we had not relevant to this story. Anyway, he just gets a glass of water and goes to bed, I finish my smoke and beer and so do I. The next morning we're re-hashing the previous night when he mentions getting up and seeing me having a smoke out the back "who came back from the party with you last night?" I give him a sideways look and reply "no-one dude, I was out there alone". He insists, "nah man there was someone out there with you, behind you on the porch, when you were looking inside waving. I didn't come out cause I thought it was some random friend from the Christmas party I didn't know, couldn't be bothered making introductions." To this day he stands by this version of events, whoever it was must have been standing close behind me the whole time, I saw no-one and heard nothing. Gives me the willies every time I think about it."