People Are Sharing Stories Of Being In A Place That Shouldn't Exist (30 Experiences)

I've never had anything really spooky happen to me. However, I did find a sweets shop that didn't seem to exist. In college, I ended up in the next town over for a year. I knew almost nothing of this tow. Probably sprang up in the early 40s as most of the buildings had that sort of architecture.

I was exploring the town, got a bit lost and ended up at this sweets shop. They did cookies, cakes and chocolates. I got a couple dozen of those little butter cookies that disintegrate when you put em in your mouth. Asked how to get back to the main road(presmart phone era) and thanked them. Said I'd be back.

Tried to find the place later. Never could. Asked others directions. I was told repeatedly there was no shop like that. It must have been the best damn kept secret in that town.

My friends and I saw saw something very scary while camping. All of us forgot to bring matches, so my friend went looking for people to give us some. When he cane back, he told us he found this abandoned campsite he wanted to show us. When we got there it was seriously weird. It had obviously been a family staying there, since one of the tents had two girls names labeled on it. If they left the campsite, they did so in a hurry, since several items were left behind. The creepiest thing was every tent there was slashed open down the middle from top to bottom. If it was a bear or other animal, I thought the cuts wouldn’t have been as clean, and there might of been three slash marks instead of one. I’m very glad we left that day. EDIT: So I see a few of you have questions. I am currently driving to another city, but I will provide more details as soon as I’m available.

EDIT 2: Made it to my destination, here are some answers to your questions

This was at Dinkey Creek in California.

Things left behind (besides the tents) were a chair, and some cookware. There were also toiletries inside the tents.

No one has been missing in that area since 2008, and our trip was in 2014.

I don’t believe we reported it. I think we were going to report it to the park ranger or something, but we never did.

I actually misspoke, as we left the day after the campsite was found. The friend that found it took us to it the next day.

We did find matches! Some random stranger gave them to my friend after he explained that we didn’t forget, we just were all depending on each other to bring them.

One night in rural Georgia I found what seemed like an alternate reality. It wasn’t creepy at the time, but over the years I’ve started to get creeped out by how unusual that night was.

It was late at night and I was driving home from the Atlanta Airport. Along the way I got hungry and decided to pull off at an exit that had a Waffle House. I don’t even remember the name on the exit or what town this was in, but it was in western Georgia, maybe an hour or so from Atlanta.

For those that don’t know, nearly every Waffle House is the same. Same building set up, same menu, same food, and even the servers all seem cut from the same cloth. They’re no-nonsense people, and often seem a little rough around the edges (in a good way). Waffle House is a reassuring constant in an ever changing world.

But not this Waffle House. You could tell the difference from the moment you pull into the parking lot. The building was bigger than usual, mostly windows, and lit up the area like a beacon. I go inside what can only be described as the cleanest Waffle House I’ve ever seen, it practically glowed. Instead of just booths along the wall they had actual dining tables, and the kitchen was behind a wall (normally you can watch the cooks prepare the food just feet from the booth). There didn’t seem to be any other customers either, which is practically unheard of. Everyone goes to Waffle House, especially late at night after drinking. An attractive and incredibly pleasant woman bustled up and took my order, but otherwise left me alone in this bright restaurant that should have been filling up with people.

She brought back my order, and it was probably the best damn waffle I’ve ever had. I finished eating, paid, then got back on the road home. To this day I haven’t met anyone else that knows about the mythical shining Waffle House on a hill, and am pretty sure it was something out of an alternate universe.

20 some odd years ago, I took my kids and parents on a driving trip through the Eastern Coast of Canada.

My dad (who was currently driving) decided to take this ‘short cut’ off the main highway down a dirt road.

About 5 minutes down this road, things go eerily quiet. We should be able to hear birds, the trees rustling, cicadas, yet nothing. It was too quiet. Dad starts slowing down.

I am busy looking at the map. I know where we turned off and there was no designated road on our map. I’m worried that I can’t find it.

I look up from the map as I have realized, nobody is talking. Everyone is looking out their windows. There are little stick people and stick designs hanging from the trees. Some are just shapes and others are more intricately made. Dangling, swaying slowly.

Between this and the fact that it was dead quiet, I made an instant decision and told dad to turn around and leave as quickly as possible.

I felt a huge pressure in my ears, like they needed to be popped. Mom had goosebumps and my dad said we were just being silly. He obliged and got us out of there.

Driving down to Florida through rural Georgia, my husband and I were hungry and needed to go to the bathroom. I have no idea where we were, but it was one of those long stretches of absolutely nothing that you come across in the southeast sometimes, so we were glad when we saw a gas station at an exit. If I remember correctly, it was the only thing there. We got out of the car and noticed that there were a LOT of people in the parking lot, not doing anything, just parked around the edges of the building talking and letting little kids run around, but they didn't seem to be part of a traveling group, if that makes sense. They just seemed to be hanging out. We got a very weird vibe, because they all seemed to look at us as we got out of the car and went inside. No one was inside the store at all, so we went to the bathroom and were looking at the food for sale when everyone, and I mean everyone that had been outside poured into the building all at once. Even though we were hungry, we got weirded out and left without buying anything. To this day I have no idea where we were and why that one gas station was the only building in the middle of nowhere.

I later described it as feeling like one of those places in a movie where people wander into a place, and get chased through the woods and eventually eaten by the townspeople.

By my hometown there was a hiking trail that people went to very infrequently. It was along the side of the Niagara Escarpment so it had some climbable cliffs, and some very shallow caves that you could crawl around on.

I went with some friends when I was 19/20 and we were crawling around and found a cave that went pretty deep. We had never been in there before, had never even seen it before. So we pushed forward and decided to check it out even though we had no flashlights and this was when cellphones didn't really have a flashlight function.

We stepped into the cave and it was easily 20-30 degrees cooler than outside. Upon looking around with which light we had we noticed it was really clean inside the cave, as in it didn't have beer cans littered everywhere like all the other small caves did. While in there we got a really eerie feeling after being in there shortly... hearing weird and strange things. Feeling like we were being touched, poked and pulled and not having anyway to figure out who was doing it because it was too dark. We were just using lighters to see what was around us.

We were convinced one of us was messing with the others. Although anytime we sparked up a lighter, we were all decently far apart.

We decided to high-tail it out of there after only a few minutes, convinced to come back with flashlights. We came out to see that it was now dusk outside, when we entered it was mid-day. Somehow we had lost roughly 3 hours inside of this cave.

We went with back with flashlights the next week. But have never been able to find this cave again

Edit: Got 8pms asking where this is.

It is in Wisconsin, Oakfield ledge if you want to check it out!

When I was a kid I went exploring in these pine woods behind my house. We live on a farm so there’s paddocks in front of our house and pine woods behind us. I wandered off for a bit before realising I was lost. Started to get worried as couldn’t get my bearings. I explored those woods all the time and knew them well and I hadn’t been walking that long so I knew I wasn’t too far in. Yet I was surrounded by trees that weren’t even pine. Which was impossible because it’s a pine forest. Never once had I ever seen a tree that wasn’t pine in that forest, or the surrounding forest. Started to get dark and I started crying and just ran fumbling through the way I had came hoping to find my way back. I then stumbled upon this clearing. Flat ground, near perfect circle. Felt really weird. There were these bushes at the edge of the clearing so I climbed through them. Once I got out I realised I was standing behind the chicken coup right near my house. Ran home and got yelled at by Mum for being out so late. Next day went to check behind chicken coup. No bushes, no clearing- just pine trees. That place just disappeared. Even through my teen years I still wandered off hoping to find that place to prove I wasn’t crazy. Never did.

I was staying at a friends place in the financial district in NYC. They were out of town so I was babysitting their cat. At some point in the late evening I realized I hadn’t eaten dinner so I went out to find something fast. Hurricane sandy had recently come through so many shops and restaurants were still closed and in recovery mode so my search turned up nothing of interest. On my way back to the apartment to order delivery I walked by a place with a woman standing outside and she said “Free pizza.”

Now I’m not one to ever turn away from those words so I turned to her and she repeated the phrase while opening the door to a small pizzeria. I went inside and sure enough there was free pizza. I ended up getting two large slices and headed back home for the night, stopping to give one to the doorman at the apartment complex.

The next day I walked the entirety of the financial district and found absolutely no trace of this pizzeria. To this day I still call it my ghost pizza story.

About 6 yers back my mom my brother and me took a road trip from SoCal to Seattle. We stopped at s couple places a long the way to make it a long trip. The way back were driving through Oregon and it starts snowing. It’s about midnight so we decide to get a room spend the night and head out back in the morning. We see this really ugly sign off the freeway saying hotel next exit so I take the exit and head up. It goes up a hill and back down and it’s just a huge clearing. Small little motel there’s cars there looks full. It’s like a bunch of bungalows all closed off and split into rooms. The cars all are parked in front of the rooms except like 1 room. I go up to the middle bungalow door where it says office I walk in, some guy come out the back and he was obviously sleeping and I had woke him up. I ask for a room and he says “hold on man let me handle something in the back real quick” the guy lets out this massive gnarly fart. Stars low and ends high. Pretty sure he had to wipe after that one. I start laughing and he walks back in and gets mad I’m laughing. Gives me the key and my mom and bro all go to the room for the night. Next morning it’s about 7 am and we hear people outside the room. It’s loud and a lot of people. I look out the window and no one is there. Not a single person but we can still hear them. We got ready and left at about 7:30 in the morning. We can still hear people but still don’t see anyone. We walk outside and it’s nothing but old cars parked there. Rusted out, some sitting in cinder blocks, some no windows. I go to the office and a different guy than the gnarly fart guy is there. He keeps asking if we’re sure we don’t want to stay another night. I say no and we get in the car and remembered we saw a McDonald’s like an exit or 2 back. So we backtrack get breakfast and we start heading back home. On the way back we pass a sign that says no facilities next 20 mikes or something like that. We don’t see the bootleg sign we had seen the night before. After that we made sure we only stayed at big motels off the freeway.

Many years ago, my family and I moved from California to Nebraska. I was still a young kid, probably 5-6 years old. We were driving through Nevada and shortly after Las Vegas and we needed to stop and fuel up. We stopped at your typical old school gas station that rings when you pull up to the pump. I don't remember it that well but my dad told me it looked normal. He got out to stretch while my mom went inside to pay for gas. My mom said that when she walked in, the gas station had quite a few people inside(despite us being the only car there.) When she walked up to the counter to pay for gas, everyone turned to her and the lights went out. She ran outside where my dad witnessed everything and helped her into the car and we sped off down the interstate, not caring whether we ran out of gas or not. To this day, my mom says that's one of her scariest encounters because she can't explain nor figure out exactly what was going on. And yes, we found a better gas station down the road and made it to Nebraska.