Hey Pandas, What’s The Creepiest Thing That’s Ever Happened To You? (Ended)

I once looked in a mirror. It was horrifying. 😳😬

I was 14 years old and liked to stay behind after school to use the instruments in the music annex. One day I was playing the keyboard alone in the building when I heard what I thought was a metronome. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. I stopped playing to investigate and went upstairs to check the practise rooms. Tick-tock, tick-tock getting louder now. Nobody was there. I shouted "Is anybody there?". No response just this relentless tick-tock, tick-tock. I started to feel cold and unnerved. The noise got louder until it was a cacophony of horses hooves and carriage wheels on cobblestones. I bolted. The music annex used to house several stables in the 1700s. True story.

I have a pretty good sense for 'feeling' what people are up to.

Worked with a guy as a teenager that I would never turn my back on. To the point that when he would try to circle behind me I would make a complete turn to keep constant eye contact on him. We got a new girl and I told her that he was creepy. She dismissed what I said as me being 'weird'. He molested her in the old upstairs office a week or so later.

I felt bad about it, but he'd never done anything that I could actually report on other than 'creeps me out'.

I was spending the first night at my new house. I fell asleep and heard footsteps outside my door. I was alone

My husband was killed in a car accident almost 20 years ago. About two weeks after he was buried, his spirit/ghost/soul came to visit me. He sat down on the edge of the bed (I was already in bed for the night) and kissed me good-bye. I have never seen/felt him since, but I can remember the feel of his lips on mine.

When I was about 9/10 years old, I was walking with my younger sister (7/8). We went around one of the lakes that sits close to our house. There were not many houses around, since they were still building houses. So it was a wonderful place to play, explore, and Mischief. There was one road a little rather close to the lake, it was mostly deserted. When suddenly a car appeared dragging with an open trailer. In this trailer there stood a single Refrigirator. One man got out of the car and walked up to us, asking if we wanted some icecream, which he had in his refrigirator. We only needed to come with him.

I grabbed my little sister by the arm and started running as fast as I could. We never looked back, we just ran as fast as our legs could carry us. I dont know if they followed us, or if they just shrugged it off and went their way.

I remember this being around the same time of a disappearing case in the Netherlands. I dont know which one, but we knew to be carefull. I do think about it from time to time. Wondering what would have happened if we did come with him to his car for icecream.

Right after our first child was born, my husband and I were asleep in the upstairs bedroom. I woke up suddenly, and heard a scratching sound outside the window. There were no trees anywhere near that window. Then I saw a figure near the open closet door. I froze, unable to move. When I was able to move again, I quickly woke my husband. He said that he also saw the figure and heard the scratching. I thought I had just dreamed it before he told me this.

A few years ago, when I was in high school, it was around one in the morning and I was in bed. I was in that weird place between being asleep and being awake, where I was dreaming but also somewhat aware of my surroundings. All of a sudden, my bed started shaking really hard, like someone very strong had lifted up one end of my bed and was pumping it up and down. That fully woke me up, and at first I thought it had been part of my dream, but to my horror, I slowly realized that it had actually happened. Of course, for a few minutes I was frozen in terror, thinking I was about to become the first victim of a horror movie, but eventually I got up enough courage to run into my parents' bedroom and tell them that the house was haunted, and we needed to get out NOW. My dad laughed, and told me that there had just been a small earthquake. I had never felt such relief! I think I got a couple years shaved off my life that night...

I remember one time going to hotel about 1-2 years ago, and I woke up in the middle of the night around 2:00, and this hotel had a lot of mirrors so almost wherever I looked I saw myself, but when I looked at the TV [which was off], to the right of it a saw this creepy dark figure just staring at me. It sort of freaked me out, but the next morning it just turned out to be some coats and shadows. I had trouble sleeping the rest of the night by the way.

I am pretty sure it was sleep paralysis and not an actual demon, but it was the scariest moment. I was in high school at the time. I was lying in bed asleep when I suddenly woke up to my bedroom door opening. A small child crawled across my floor, lightening fast, and twitching like its' limbs were disjointed in some way--I couldn't see. But then it crawled up my bed, over my feet, and started rushing towards my face, scratching and clawing. My screams woke me up.

Probably lucid dreaming, but what I experienced: I was asleep, dreaming. I then WOKE UP, and saw a young boy standing right next to my bed, saying nothing, just staring at me

My wife and I went to a meet up in Washington and there were a few people there already. Most of them older than us like in there mid 40's to early 50's. When a guy shows up by the name of Robert. He was a short thin man, but gave off a bad vibe as he sat down next to us. As we were all talking about what we like to do for fun he said: "I love to clean and go camping." "Like I love to make things like forensicly clean." I thought it was strange but let kept it in the back of my mind. Then Robert starts talking about how he loves to meet people and then starts talking about how much he loves crime scenes and how he likes to clean them up. In detail he kept describing how he likes to go and clean to forensic level his house or others houses. Then he starts staring at my wife and says we should all go camping. But he had the creepiest look in his eye and would not stop looking at my wife. All the while the person who planned the meet up starts saying where everyone worked and was saying oh yeah she (my wife works here) and repeated it. So my wife and went to the bathroom and left the restaurant. Making sure that we weren't followed by Robert or anyone else.

I and my sister were almost kidnapped when I was seven. We were in the yard playing with a ball, nice neighborhood, across from an elementary school so sometimes the district patrol cars would pass our house, I knew most of my neighbors, generally safe. This guy with a black Subaru drives up, I'd never seen him before, and he asks us if we'd seen his dog, a black poodle, and we told him no. Then he asked if we would help him look for it. Now, anyone in their right mind knows that if they ask little kids to go with them, even for something as mundane as looking for a puppy, they are immediately going to be marked as dangerous. I and my sister didn't know that since we were little, and the only reason we declined was because we'd rather play with our ball. About an hour later we went in for a snack and told my mom about it, she made us stay inside the rest of the day. If we had gone with that guy I probably wouldn't be writing this right now.

Oh and yes... but I believe this can be just my imagination. I hear people calling like singing in cemeteries. That doesn’t fright me, but can’t really understand words. Seems a choir.

When I was 16 (for context - I'm female and if I say so myself I was a reasonably pretty blue eyed blonde girl back then) I was backpacking in Scotland on my own. I ended up in a little B&B a couple of weeks before Christmas. There was only one other guest - an american guy, about 30 years old. He had long, greasy black hair and looked bedraggled, like he'd been on the road for months. As it got dark, the owners made a fire for us in the lounge and this guy and I started chatting. Rather reluctantly on my part as waves of creepiness was rolling off him. He had this bright, fixed smile that never reached his black eyes. I remember thinking he reminded me of a snake. Within half an hour he was offering me a job as an au pair for his little girl. He would pay for my flight, green card, everything. I could join him in his travels and we would be in America by the end of the week. Have you ever experienced your entire body screaming 'NO!' at you? I said I would consider it (as I wondered what an apparently doting father was doing backpacking on the other side of the world two weeks before Christmas) and made my excuses to go to bed. With every hair on my body standing on end, I locked the bedroom door & pulled the chest of drawers in front of it for extra measure. The next morning I was only half surprised to hear the owners mutter in disgust at the other guest doing a midnight flit. 😳

When I was younger we always used to joke that the ghosts of deceased family members were haunting us. In the first house, I lived in weird stuff happened on a regular basis. Things such as the microwave and the washing machine suddenly started working, the television would spontaneously turn off, doors would be opened we swore we closed. I always tried to convince myself okay I was five years old when this was going on I might just have imagined it. But as I grew older these kinds of things kept happening. And indeed there might be logical explanations such as faulty wiring, but what creeps me out the most is that I have moved 4 times ever since and every house we move in the same kind of happenings occur.

A few years ago I was walking with a friend across an empty parking lot at night. We both heard footsteps behind us, then the sound of shattering glass. We spun around and there was - nothing. Nobody. We even checked for broken glass the very next morning.

Once I was sitting on the bus on my way to her, and to pass time, I tried to imagine my way to her place as accurately as possible, step for step until I mentally reached her door. She later told me she heard footsteps and her dog ran to the door, wagging her tail. She opened the door, but there was nobody outside.

Also, her dog would sometimes suddenly jump up, race to one corner of the room and frantically bark at nothing to be seen.

This was something I did a lot when I was younger. If I wasn't sure about something, i would look for signs around me whether they the future would be good or bad. One day, i had a dreaded feeling about something really bad and told my whole family about i. Exactly a couple of hours later, my my mum's friend's parents got in a car accident and died. This isn't that creepy like the other posts, but this happened when i was less than 10 years old. My parents still remind of this to creep me out ( i got creeped out at myself, i know, weird )

Well, I don't have many creepy happenings that happened to me, but this is one I can remember from 2-3 years ago.

I was doing some make-up work late at night with my mom and her friend, who were trying to help me out with the math. I had to go into the garage, where our only pencil sharpener was, and as I was cranking away, I heard a scream, crying, and banging on the door. I bolted inside and told my mom and her friend Melissa, but when they went to check, no one was out there. I remember it was a really windy night with a thunderstorm rolling in, so, I dunno what it was. But I'm sure someone was out there.

I'm pretty sure it was a dream, but it felt real as heck.

I was sleeping, but I had woken up when I heard something bump against the foot of my bed. It was a boy, about my age, and was quite tall and thin. He was wearing a nasal cannula and holding an oxygen tank.

He had a curly mop of brown hair, amber eyes, and was wearing what I had last seen him in, a red jumper and beige pants.

He looked exactly like my friend Rowan, from the pale skin, freckles, the flecks of gold in his eyes.

There was another boy, slightly shorter than Rowan. Super pale skin, black hair which was above his shoulder, and grey eyes. He was wearing a leather jacket and jeans. This one looked a lot like my friend James.

The thing is, Rowan and James had run away from home. I hadn't heard from them since they crossed the border of Wales.