43 People Share Chilling Stories Of Things They Witnessed Or Experienced

Not my worst scare, but still a good one.

I was maybe 11 or 12 and was over at a sleepover with four other girls. It wasn't a great neighborhood, and we were alone in her basement with most of the lights off when someone started throwing pebbles at her back door. In continued for a few minutes, then, stopped, so after being freaked out, we went back to doing preteen girl things. 20 minutes go by, and it starts again. So, because we're scared little girls with no brains, we turn off everything and hide behind the couch. Pretty soon the phone starts ringing, and we make the girl that invited us go answer it. She started flipping out saying this raspy voice was telling her he can see us, telling her to lock the doors, or else, and that we're all about to die. She runs upstairs and wakes her parents up, and they call the police. They come to the townhouse, and find these two little 13 year old shitheads who saw us, and decided to throw rocks from a ditch behind her house. Hahaha. I peed myself.

My family used to rent this guest house owned by an old man in his 60's or so and he lived right next to us. I was 13 and masturbated late one night in my room, curtains slightly open which I honestly didn't think about at the time, and the very next morning he was staring at me smiling and said, "You stay up late don't you?" in a suggestive tone. Maybe it was nothing but I'm pretty sure he was peeping on me. Plus, my dad got us to move out really quickly and his reasoning was that he was "worried about being around [above].".

My mom has a terrifying story: every night as a kid it looked like the silhouette of a head was looking in her bedroom window. It happened every night so she decided it must be a trick of the eye. It would usually just creep her out. One night she was just watching this head shaped thing, and grew tired of not knowing what it was. So as quickly as she could she jumped up to run across the room to turn on the light. A second before she reached the lights the silhouette moved and ran away and it never happened again.

Edit: to make it more terrifying, it was probably her creepy step-dad.

This happened 13-14 years ago. I am a 16 year male, waiting for the bus for my end of semester Business management exam at 10 am. An old man, probably in his 60s, driving in a battered blue toyota corolla rocked up to the bus stop and I was the only one waiting for the bus. He asked me where I'm heading and I say my school. He said hop in, I'm going pass there and I'll drop you off. I replied back to him, my Bus is coming in a couple of minutes but thank you anyway. He kept insisting that I should hop in his car and I was feeling uncomfortable at this point. Luckily a driver saw the situation and drove to the bus stop honking their horn at the old geezer and he quickly drove off. I thanked the driver. That old man was either a paedophile or was just a lonely old man that just wanted someone to talk to in his car and till that day, I never saw him again.

Walk into an abandoned mine shaft at night with a group of friends. The shaft isn't really known for being haunted, but some people say that they've heard dinging from inside like it was still being mined, despite being closed off after about 100 feet and abandoned since the '30's. We walked to the back, where it was closed off and what do you know, our only flashlight runs out of battery. We start walking back to the front as best we can, holding on to the person in front of us and going as fast as we could with the uneven floor and numerous puddles. About 1/3 of the way out, there comes a dinging noise from the back of the mine where we just were, faint at first, but we all heard it. We started going quicker and freaking out a bit after that. Finally we were about 3/4 through and in a place where the ceiling was relatively high, yet something knocked my hard hat off. It wasn't a low beam because I was the shortest and everyone else was upright walking at that spot. I grabbed it quickly and we noped the hell out of there. Haven't been back since, for good reason.

After a night of drinking with the bar closing I get invited back to an apartment owned by a friend of a friend to smoke some bud and drink a few more beers. I’ve heard about this guy before and heard he was a little wild, but thought nothing of it. He was kind of notorious for chopping a guys hand off with a machete when he broke into his house to rob him. I step foot into this apartment and there is spray paint everywhere. Like he had graffiti all over the place, which is different, but I wasn’t super weirded out yet. Next thing you know we’re out of beer and my two friends who I came along with decide to go on a beer run and I volunteered to stay with machete man. The second they leave he starts pulling all kinds of guns and knives out to show me...I act interested and sort of am, but he starts getting weird like almost in a threatening way. Then he goes on to tell me he is a jugalo and starts explaining the jugalo “culture”. In my head I am thinking wtf did I get myself into. Nothing good happens after the bar closes why am I here. He keeps insisting I must see his basement and all the amazing graffiti down there. I keep changing the subject because there is no way I am going into this lunatics basement. I go out to smoke a cigarette to get away from him and he follows me out. There’s a f*****g washing machine on his front lawn and he spray paints a face on it while I’m smoking my cigarette. We go back in and thankfully my friends return from getting beer and he goes from being weird to back to whatever normal is for this guy. I had never been more uncomfortable hanging out with someone before. I ran into him at a bar a few weeks later and him and his friends were trying to jump someone I knew. I was actually able to stop it from happening because he thinks of my as a friend so at least something good came from that night.

I was only 16 at the time and I was walking home alone from picking up a pizza from a place only a couple blocks away from our house mid afternoon. Some guy in a van drives past me, slams on the breaks and then proceeds to get out and ask me if I want the sound system in the back of his van. (I know it’s almost too cliche which surprised me too). Guy looked crazy too like he might’ve been on some d***s. I just kept saying no and taking steps back. As soon as I got home I told my mom and the funny thing is is that she was gardening while I was out and the same guy had stopped in front of my house to ask my mom the same question. Might’ve missed out on a really dope sound system.

I was being a d*****s and getting drunk/smoking on our porch during a hurricane. We watched a transformer blow up and I immediately said “Hmm...maybe we should go inside....” and we did. We were without power for six days after that. Seeing/Hearing it blow was cool in hindsight, but it was pretty terrifying seeing the trees swaying/breaking in the high wind.

I was home alone, getting ready to go out for the evening. For background, a lot of people who knew that house believed it was haunted. I was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for my ride, when I heard HEAVY footsteps come running up the stairs from the basement. Unmistakable stomping up the steps - not just the random creaks and pops houses make.

The real 'oh hell no' came from realizing that I lived in a place where I didn't know what scared me more, having another human in the house or not.

Navajo Skinwalker story, my grandfather.When he was young je was running home, from a friends home. Yes he was running because no cars or a horse. On the way back he was close to a windmill and wanted to get a drink. Well as soon as he got close he saw a single sheep by it self. He did not think much of it. As he got closer the sheep stood on two legs and it was bigger and saw person underneath the sheep skin. My grandfather noped out of there and it was the fastest he ever ran. He tols me he was being followed, hear sheep baas as he ran.

I have quite a few haunting stories but my best is once I was at my dinner table having lunch, my dog was a few feet away chilling, and randomly a painting *flew* off the wall at him. No earthquake. Nothing else moved. But god d**n I've never seen him run up the stairs so fast.

Another time I found a random old book of Hans Christian Andersen stories neatly destroyed in my library. Like, neatly destroyed, just ripped apart and left on the floor and is something my dog or cat would/could ever do or has done. Neither I or my husband owned it. Still creeps me out. And have no idea where it came from.

A buddy and I worked at a stereo shop when we were younger. Our boss was shady. I had worked on a car for one of our local big ballers. We had to sublet the car for other work, and I told my boss what needed to be done. Well he didn't relay that info, and the car broke down right in front of a big club the next night. Big baller came back super heated, and my boss tried to deny any wrongdoing. A big argument ensued.

I was working under the dash of a car, and my buddy comes up and says "we gotta go". I was like "I'm busy man what's up?". He says "we gotta go, NOW!" and pulls me out of the car. I look up and see big baller with a gun up against my boss's head. We were both like "later boss" and left.

I woke up a little late for school one morning. Normally, my little sister and I would walk together. Because I got up late and saw her grabbing her shoes, I figured she was already out the door and gone by the time I got done getting ready.

So I'm heading to the elementary school we would cross every morning, speed walking. Its still dark, the sun isn't even up yet. And then I hear my sister scream my name from behind me. Edit: it was here - When I heard her yell my name out of fear, from behind me, that I had the thought, *"Oh H**l No!"*

I turned around really fast and saw her about 3 city blocks back, just under the last lit up street light I passed on my way, and a very tall, skinny, bald guy passing her and keep going.

I yell her name back, and meet her half way.

She was pretty shaken. I was 16, she was 14. We continued to the elementary school and let them know what happened.

The man had something in his hand, "about the size of a hairbrush" (according to sis) and asked my sister, *"Hey, can I ask you something real quick?"* to which she said, *"Never ask me anything. Ever."* and started running to me and yelled my name.

He might have been harmless. He might have really been holding a hair brush. He was wearing dark clothes, looked scary, holding something, and was approaching a 14 yo girl he *thought* was alone.

Scary.

Walking to McDonalds late at night. Heard a noise in front of me (I'm on the side of the road.) Pull out my phone, turn on the flashlight and I see the a*s end of a skunk with its tail raised.

Noped the f**k out of there faster than I knew it was possible to run. It didn't spray luckily, we both GFTO'd.

I was at my friends brothers wedding one evening. They’re Muslim so no drinking, but my friend and another fiend headed to the hotel bar for drinks and had a couple too many. Didn’t want to drive home, and was a little too poor to taxi it. I had brought my stupid expensive pro DSLR to take some wedding shots, which turned out great. Called a friend of mine who lived maybe 10 minutes away, and asked if I could stay the night, to which he agreed. Not being from that part of town , I hadn’t realized how sketchy it was. I get half way there and some drunk hobos start yelling at me to take their picture. So I oblige to placate them. Keep walking. I see some other dude walking in front of me, looking back over his shoulder at my camera. He disappears into an construction area. Nope. I quickly cross the street and keep walking. I look over and he was waiting to pounce on me. Just waked fast, and a few cops drove by, but could have been bad.

Don’t complain about Uber safety. It’s a lot safer and insured compared to walking.

Used to work for a moving company and we arrived at customer's house because we're doing some food relief. Anywho we get to their door and right above their address plate on the side of the door is a cut off doll head just hanging there. No the f**k it was not Halloween and their were no other decorations either. The customers open the door to greet us and as we're standing on the front step talking to them my coworkers and I notice another cut off doll head hanging. This time above the entrance way to a hallway directly behind the customers. Now we're like OH HELL NO, WTF is about to happen here. I think they noticed we were on edge so they told us they ran a theatre company and design a lot of of sets and props at home. So we finish the job and nope the f**k out of there.

I was watching a large building demolition in my neighborhood, with a ton of people from the area. They had a safety fence and tons on crowd wranglers to keep people from getting to close, but we were about 2-3 blocks from the building. When they triggered detonations I realized a massive dust cloud was headed our way. The creepiest part was how for a few seconds I was apparently the only person that realized this. I yelled out "dust cloud!" as loud as I could and took off on my bike. People were still standing transfixed as the massive cloud rushed down and enveloped everyone. I know that technically people were safe because they were too far to get hit by any debris, but it was really freaky. Watching a huge crowd frozen in place before the panic as the dust hit.

Went into my local 7-Eleven. It stunk of cigarettes and all I saw were guys with hoods when there were no hoods allowed in the store.

Noped right the hell out and drove to a 7-Eleven in a much safer location down by the beach. When my mother asked me where I went, I told her what happened and she bitched at me for it.

I saw an ad on Craigslist where a man was offering a very good amount of cash and lots of shopping to one lucky girl. All she had to do was go with him to a mall of his choice, then in the clothes section they would f**k in one of those dressing/changing rooms(not sure what they are called). His final sentence was "PS: I only f**k without condoms so be a trusting person". Yap that was sign for trouble.

I was about to enter my local pharmacy, when I saw a cop standing by the door next a giant puddle of blood. No one with an injury around, nobody looking stressed, just a giant puddle of blood. I decided immediately that my prescription could wait.

I have never been able to use that entrance to the building again, and I never found out what happened.