58 Creepy Real-Life Stories That Sound Made Up And Still Have No Explanation

Back when I had just gotten my drivers licence. I was driving home from the city and there was a police booze bus. (It’s where a handful of cars get randomly pulled over and you get breathalysed)
They signalled me to go in line. This was my first police stop ever and I was anxious. (I hadn’t been drinking or anything). So I said a little prayer to my deceased grandmother… and suddenly, an unoccupied car parked on the opposite side of the road burst into flames!!
All the police rushed over to the burning car and we were waved on!

When I was about 10 I used to make my own home movies with our digital camera. This was preyoutube so it was just for fun. Nothing complex, more like me hitting record and walking around in front of the camera making stuff up, copying whatever movie I’d just seen. Didn’t have a tripod so used to rest the camera on a step ladder. Often recoding in my room in the evening. Watched back one of the clips when editing into windows movie maker and as I’m walking to the edge of frame, the camera moves. It was like the camera got 3 small pushes to the right hand side to it pans in 3 small, rough movements. Just me alone in my room, not jumping or anything, no other phantom movements on any other clip. Would have been the easiest thing in the world to fake too but like I said, no YouTube or anywhere to share it. Just showed everyone in my family and my friends when they came over. Most didn’t believe me, went “oh okay your brother must have pushed it”. Still wonder about my ghost cameraman.

A voice telling me in my head to 'LOOK' in a way I can't even describe properly with words when I was carefree playing around as a kid, but the place I intended to jump over had a curled-up water moccasin snake hidden against a rock or a wall. Two times that happened to me, one outside by my grandma's greenhouse and once indoors by an enclosed porch. Stuff I did 1,000x before but that voice probably saved my life.

Twice now as I was falling asleep (I am married so my wife was there), I was just about to drift off to full sleep. I remember that I could still hear the TV and the fan, I have tinnitus so I need noise to slepp well. I sleep with my blanket pulled over my head and just my mouth and nose sticking out through a little hole for fresh air.

Well I remember both times I felt my blanket get tugged down from over my head, and just then my entire body felt like it was vibrating in waves, my hearing was fluctuating with the vibrating of my body, all the sound - the voices on the TV the fan, sounded like it was playing undeneath a layer of static that was also fluctuating with the vibrations. I remember that I wasn't freaked out, I felt totally safe and comfortable and the feeling went away both times when I decided that I had enough.

The second time, I closed my eyes and there was a very distinct blue ball of light in my vision behind my eyelids. I had read that I was in some kind of hypnogogic state, and basically experiencing the start of an out of body experience or remote viewing. I thanked the ball of energy for coming and just tried to channel love into it, I asked it to show me what it came to show me but I never got anything. Hasn't happened since or before. The ball of light wasn't there the first time, and maybe was a construct of my imagination since I had read about it after the first time.

I remember that before it happened I was just fully relaxed and was looking at the dancing patterns and colors I have always seen when I close my eyes and concentrate on it.

I really badly want to explore this more but have really bad ADHD so it's so insanely rare for me to get into a mind state like this.

One other I remember I was watching some ghost hunting Youtube channel, I don't believe them really much at all but they're fun. Well I dozed off while watching one about some demon in a burned down hotel in Corpus Christie, TX - and I dinstintcly remember envisioning a wicked looking face in those dancing colors and shapes I see when I am relaxing with my eyes closed. That one kind of made my stomach turn, I had never seen a FACE like that before, and something about it was unnatural.

Back when I was in high school, my siblings and I each had a realistic nightmare that our mom passed away the same night that woke each of us up. I would chalk it up to something we all saw if not for the fact that we hadn’t been doing anything together that or even the previous evening. I had been studying, then playing video games, my sister had been watching tv (not sure what, but at the time it would have been Disney channel, or Nickelodeon, nothing scary or gory) and I have no idea what my brother was doing, but he wasn’t with either of us. I was 17, so my sister would have been 13, and my brother was 5. We all got super freaked out about it, because apparently when my sister and I were younger (before my brother was born), she and I both had a nightmare on the same night about our grandfather passing away, and two days later, he did. Fortunately nothing happened to our mom, though.



Another creepy occurrence happened a few years ago. My son and I were sitting on the couch in the living room playing Halo. We both saw his sister run past from her room into his room (the living room faces a hall, and right in front of that doorway is their bathroom door, to the left of the hall is my daughter’s room, to the right of the hall is my son’s room, so their room’s doors face each other; the bedroom doors aren’t visible until you almost enter the hallway; there’s no other doors or exits around but that doorway).

They both like to mess with each other, and one of the things she would often do would be to run into his room when he wasn’t in there and either take something back to her room, or else just lie on the bed and not move. We didn’t think anything of it. My son yelled for her to get out of his room; she didn’t respond, so I called out for her to leave his stuff alone. Still no response, so I got up to go get onto her. I walked into the hallway, entered his room, and found it empty. I then turned around and saw her door closed (and locked). I asked my son what he had seen. “I saw *sister’s name* run down the hall into my room, why?” I then knocked on her door. She opened it, and I asked if she had come out recently, she said she hadn’t.

As soon as we saw her go by, my son had paused the game to yell at her, and we had both started staring at the hallway, expecting to see her run the other way, likely with something of her brother’s in hand. There’s no way we could have missed her going back to her room, and she wasn’t lying when she said she hadn’t left her room recently.

There have been other times that my girlfriend, son, or I have seen what appears to be our daughter at some place in the house, look elsewhere for a second and she’s disappeared in a way that would be impossible, only for us to find her in her room, sometimes not even awake, with the door never having been closed (we would have heard it). For a time, we would see this “other daughter” or (heard her) a few times a week, other times it’s been weeks or months without anything. As of late, it’s been nearly half a year since any of us have seen her, but we’ve been understandably freaked out.

This is what I mean by we’ve also heard her/it. I have extraordinarily good hearing. I can always hear all the doors in the house opening and closing regardless of where I am, even with the tv blasting, though sometimes I don’t really pay attention to that depending on what I’m doing. I can usually even tell which door has been opened or closed, and I can tell by the sound of the tread who’s walking around.

One time, I heard my daughter walking up to our bedroom door (again, with my good hearing, I heard her approach the door), so I started walking over to it to open it. She beat me to it, and started knocking. A split second later, I opened the door, only for there not to be anybody there.

The back of the sofa is right in front of our bedroom door, and to get elsewhere, one would have to dart to the right and either open the garage door straight ahead, turn right again and enter the kitchen, or turn left and enter the living room, then either go straight into the kids’ hallway, or go straight then turn right and go out the front door.

My point is, even if whomever was knocking took off at a run, it would still take multiple seconds to be out of sight, and I would hear another door open and close. No other doors opened nor closed, and I would have seen them dart into the kitchen (there’s no other way out) or living room (I’d have a clear line of sight over the sofa). Though my girlfriend (who was also in the bedroom) didn’t hear the steps walking up to the door (which isn’t surprising), she heard the knocking, and was just as shocked as I was to see nobody there.

I was 14 babysitting 5 of my parents friends younger kids for the night. All of them were passed out cold in the livingroom at 1am while i quietly sat in a chair reading and waiting for 3ish when the dad who owned the place would get home and my parents would come get me.

I could clealy hear someone walking around upstairs for a good while, which confused me because nobody else was there minus my older sister who was outside smoking a cigarette on the porch. It went on for awhile and i just kinda sat and listened until I could hear someone taking slow steps down the stairs. This house was old and the staircase was all wood and these footsteps were clear as day. They stopped eventually and i heard a older mans voice whisper my name from said staircase. I feel bad because i booked it outside to my sister and left the kids but it scared me and i still dont know what it was.

I worked at Disneyland in 2007 as a custodian. After the park closed I was sweeping through the haunted mansion queue. I heard the chains rattling behind me thinking it was my buddy sweeping behind me. When I turned around there was no one there.

Me and my young puppy heard and followed the sound of a loud, howling, crying dog through the woods behind my house. When we reached the spot in the woods where the sound was as loud as it could be, as if the dog was right in front of us, there was nothing. But my young puppy started digging in the dirt with all his might for a good 5 minutes before I finally stopped him because it started pouring down raining on us...which is when the crying sound stopped...
The walk home didn't feel like I was walking home. I felt out of place. Like i was somewhere new.

So I am a white guy from Hong Kong who grew up in the boondocks, in a tiny Cantonese village, like maybe 7 families down this really hidden road.

One day I when I was about 14 I was walking up a hill to my bus stop next to one of the largest projects in Hong Kong.

There was an old homeless man who's hair was all matted just staring at me. He was strung out. He had all his things on a cart but he was just staring at me as I walk by. Head turning as I walked.

I pretend not to notice but I felt his eyes and saw his head rotate in my peripheral vision.

As soon as he was out of my vision, I breathed a breath of relief but then he started screaming in cantonese, I could not understand it all but a few words were coming out clear that he kept on repeat and shouting...the name of the tiny village I lived in.

Used to live in a house where I kept seeing an old man with what looked like a trucker style hat and a walker moving around out of the corner of my eye, but there was never anyone there.

Last summer, I was staying at a lakehouse with a group of friends. One of the people in our group had passed away the previous fall so we were having a memorial for her, sharing memories, singing, making a vision board of old photos, talking about our regrets. My boyfriend and I were staying in a room that looked out into the yard. She used to sleep in a hammock strung between 2 trees outside that window. On the night of our group memorial, my boyfriend and I went into our bedroom and I just remember getting absolutely chilled to the bone. The window into the yard was open and it was so dark outside, like it was looking into a black void. The curtains were fluttering. The trip hadn’t felt eerie at all up to that point, but in that moment, we both got shivers and stopped short.

On the same trip we also had concurrent nightmares: I dreamed of an enormous wooden bridge falling apart and collapsing onto me, and he dreamed of a huge wooden wardrobe tipping over and falling onto me. We woke up at the same time to him jumping on me in the bed to shield me with his body.

When I was a kid, I slept in the same room with my sister, aunt, and grandma. I would wake up in the middle of the night for weeks and see a crow(?) with red eyes perched on the bedroom ceiling light which came down and pecked at my feet whenever I opened my eyes. Eventually, my dad changed the light fixture, and it never happened to me again.

Middle of the night in an old house I lived in, I woke up to hear distinct slow footsteps going in circles outside my door, in the kitchen. As if someone was slowly walking around my kitchen table. It was slow and steady enough to hear the heel then toe make the floor creak.

I got a gun quietly and aimed it at my bedroom door, should someone move the doorknob. Nothing.

I heard the walking for a couple minutes, which felt like forever and my heart was pounding, then it stopped. I listened for quite some time and heard nothing. I thought about calling the police. Eventually, I cleared my place and turned on every light. Nobody there.

This place was built in 1890 and formerly a church and I lived upstairs. Other extremely unexplainable things happened. It was without question haunted, even my downstairs friend had experiences.

The creepiest thing that I've experienced was about 15 years ago, I was living alone in a house I was renting. My bedroom had a sliding glass door that had some linen curtains that you slide on a bar. They weren't closed all the way at the top, they were open in a kind of V shape so the bottom was closed all the way. I could see outside into the backyard. Outside that particular sliding glass door was a grill that I didn't use, so it was up against the house right in front of the door, and a bush that was off to the left side of the door up against the wall of the house. I say this because what I saw, it would be impossible for a person to fit in between the two without making a ton of noise or moving them out of the way (I personally never used that door).

Basically it was a full moon outside, I was laying in bed with the lights off in my room (and the rest of the house), and all of the sudden, I see a pitch black shadow of a person standing right in between the open V of my curtains outside. Right up against the sliding glass door. It was a very distinct head and torso, but I couldn't see the rest because the bottom half was obscured by the curtains that were closed. And it definitely was leering and looking into my bedroom. But it had no facial features, no hair, no eyes, nothing except an outline of a torso. It made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. And all I could do was throw the covers over me and hope it would go away!! I'd never been so scared in my life because I KNEW it wasn't a person. I think I eventually fell asleep, but I definitely didn't look that direction the rest of the night. I think I felt safer knowing it was outside and not inside the house.

The next night I had a super creeped out feeling like something was watching me from my backyard, I didn't see anything but I had a feeling that having any sort of light on in my house was just giving it an opportunity to look at me, that even using my phone in my bed was too bright and would bring attention to myself. I hid in my bed and prayed for it to go away. Eventually the feeling left and I haven't had anything like that happen since. I moved out later that year.

We bought our current house when the previous owner passed away. Clear he was a smoker and the corner of the lounge where his chair was had a yellow stain from the smoke on the ceiling. Years later, when we had kids each of them when they were about a year old would sit in that corner and seem to talk to someone who wasn't there. It really used to freak my ex-wife out. We asked the kids if they remember this and our middle child said she used to talk to "The jolly man that smelled of smoke." Wish to God we'd never asked!

Was on a open country road about 10pm and all of the sudden the ground and area around the car lit up brighter than daylight for about 1 second. Almost like a bright flashbulb went off above the vehicle. This was in maybe 1990. My best guess since has been an Iridium satellite flare.

I 90% believed in ghosts my whole life, and that went to 100% when one started haunting my house. I was young, 14 I think is when it started to happen. Three loud bangs echoed on the walls while I was talking with my dad, and I was happily like “It’s a ghost :D!”

My dad however went into that room and begun praying, he was scared and I was happy as can be. Mind you I watched a lot of ghost adventures as a kid.

I had a few incidents of this ghost. I’d see hand prints on the mirror after I took a shower, and I wasn’t scared. I’d call the ghost a freak for watching me shower and went on with my day.

Another was when I was in the living room, and was doing laundry. It turned off the lights, and when I asked to turn it back on, it did. I always saw shadow figures watching me in the dark, and for some reason 14 year old me thought it was the coolest thing ever. The last incident before I never saw it again was something I’ll never forget.

I saw a misty orb of dull light float down the stairs before disappearing. It was like coming at me while I was walking up. I think maybe it expected to scare me? All I did was shrug and kept eating my bacon. Now I know it was a ghost, but why was it there? Why was our house getting suddenly haunted? And why did it disappear one day? Who knows, life is crazy.

I came home one night and my mom asked me why I had pulled into the driveway earlier. I said I didn’t. She said stop lying, you pulled into the driveway earlier, sat in the car, then pulled away 10 minutes later. I told her I was 30+ minutes away the entire night. She kept insisting it was real and that I was lying.

It was creepy how convinced she was. Another time she called me angry and said I had almost backed over our neighbor and hit a bunch of trash cans. I was like, what?, No way, I would have felt the trash cans and I was paying attention. She would not back down, was furious at my negligence.

I came home and my brother pulled me aside and said he doesn’t know what she’s talking about, he was across the street. No trash cans, no person diving out of the way.

In conclusion, my mom most likely has driveway-specific psychosis. But maybe it was a haunted driveway. I guess I’ll never know.