42 Times People Experienced Something Entirely Unsettling In The Comfort Of Their Own Homes

I had a giant Bernese Mountain Dog. Thing never barked his whole life. Was the least aggressive animal I've ever met. Unless he was pawing at you for pets. Point is - calm, quiet and gentle.

One night, I was home alone as a child, 9-10 ish I honestly don't remember exactly. I hear a dog - after all it couldn't be mine - barking up a storm. Didn't think much of it. Until he was at the sliding glass door, all hair on end, barking. I let him in and he physically shoved me back, then stood between me and the door for five of the scariest minutes of my life. He just growled and barked the whole time. Wouldn't let me ***anywhere*** near the door.

Then he just turned around, licked me and laid down. I have no earthly clue what was out there, but it wasn't getting to me.

I was home alone and the rest of my family was on a trip somewhere. They were returning after I had to head back to campus, so I stayed back. One afternoon, I was in my room (behind a door I locked obsessively) in the basement when the stereo, also in the basement, came on deafeningly loud. For about an hour, David Bowie played at such a high volume that I couldn't hear anything else. After it stopped, I stayed in my room, petrified, for hours. This was in 2004, so there was no Bluetooth technology and the stereo was from the 80s--no remote. Either someone was in the basement, or it was the weirdest glitch ever. We checked with several family members with keys who might have stopped by, but everyone denied being there and there were no signs of any entry at all.

At least the music was really good?

My stereo turned itself on at 4am one morning. It was a talk show. But from my bedroom upstairs, the volume was too low to realize that.

So I thought people were talking in my living room while they were trying to rob me in my sleep, until about 10 minutes later, when a commercial I recognized played.

Middle of the night watching TV. A huge glass-breaking noise coming from the kitchen. As if a dozen of glass cups just fell off the table on the floor. Ran to the kitchen to checkout the noise but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing at all. Everything was in place!

My kids were at school and my husband was at work so it was just the cat and me at home. I was sitting on the couch in the family room with my daughter's cat, Angel, who was sleeping on the cushion to my left while I was working on my laptop. Two story house, with a semi-open floor plan downstairs.

I'm facing the front door, the house is quiet, with no TV or music on. Angel suddenly sits up, looks over towards the door, jumps off the couch, and walks under the archway that separates the foyer, living and dining room area from the family room and kitchen.

She sits down in the middle of the foyer and looks up and over her shoulder to the left towards the top of the stairs. I can't see the stairs because I'm in the family room. Very slowly she starts to move her head like she's tracking someone walking down the stairs. She does this all the way down until she's looking directly at the front door.

I'm sitting on the couch, frozen, afraid to breathe. There is not a sound in the house. About ten seconds later, she starts moving her head again, like she's tracking someone walking back up the stairs. Quiet the whole time, doesn't meow, the only movement is her head following whatever it is that only she is seeing. Follows it all the way up, sits there a few more seconds, and then comes back over, jumps up on the couch next to me, and goes back to sleep.

I didn't move from that couch until it was time for me to leave to pick up my kids from school.

Woke up to a dude watching me sleep. (I came home tipsy and forgot to lock my front door.).

Context: I was maybe 12 or 13, my parents were visiting my sister at university and my brother was in town visiting his girlfriend. We lived on a ranch about 25 minutes from town, with my only neighbors being my grandparents, who are very old. Our house is built on a concrete platform, on a hill. So there are some wooden steps to get from the back porch to the ground, which is right outside my window.

I was sitting in my room watching youtube, chillin when I heard a *heavy* creak on one of the steps. I paused my video and stared at my window, closed by blinds, knowing that all I have to do is open them up and see what it is, but I ignore it and keep watching youtube. Maybe a minute passes, and I hear three more. HEAVY steps. Sounds like the bottom of boots on wood. I spring out of bed and into the hallway while calling my mom. I frantically explain the situation, quietly, and she asks me a simple question "Are the dogs even barking?". No. I have three white labs, all in the main room, that have a clear sight of the back porch. I let out a sigh of relief and hang up the phone.

The SECOND I end the call with my mom, my dogs absolutely explode. Barking, baring teeth, hair standing up and all. I want to get a gun, but all of them require me to run across the main room, which is all windows, and I don't want to see what's out there or they see me. I run to my room and grab a pocket knife and call my brother telling him to get home immediately. My dogs bark for maybe another few seconds and they stop. Never found out what was behind the blinds.

P.S. Sorry for the anti-climatic ending, was way too scared to see what or who it was.

A hawk hit the side of the house. I thought I was under attack.

I heard footsteps above me at 11:30 at night, I live on the top floor and it's a steep roof with no access.

I ripped a huge fart and heard laughter, i was the only one home.

Woke up in the middle of the night to something patting my legs and like massaging them. Thought it was a cat but then realized we hadn’t had a cat for years. I sat up and looked down at my legs but nothing was there and it was STILL happening lol. I just said out loud “this isn’t happening” turned over in bed and pulled the covers over my head and fell right back to sleep.

One time there was a guy who looked like Joe Pesci looking through the mailbox slot of my front door.

My ordinarily docile and super friendly lab/golden retriever named Teddy ran down to the basement of a house my wife and I were renting, and he started barking at an empty corner. The walls were cinder block, floor was thick poured concrete, no discernible explanation. Teddy was growling ferociously and his back was hackled… I had to carry him upstairs and shut the door to keep him from running back to that spot. He’d never done anything like that before, or in the years since. Really weird occurrence, and I still wonder about it late at night sometimes.

A toy declared "I SEE YOU!" when I walked past it late at night. You need to press a button on its hand for it to say something.

I was hanging out in the guest bed of my home (facing the wall) and heard the door open, I thought it was my aunt so I asked if she could turn the light off but she didn’t respond. I asked again and still no response so I just brushed it off. Then I felt something lay next to me in bed and thought it was her so I turned around to ask her why she didn’t respond and there was no one laying next to me. I immediately got up and slept in my moms room.

Ghost sighting. Real or not it shook me.

I was maybe ten. Lived close enough to my school to be able to walk home for lunch. Sitting on the couch, deciding whether it was worth going back I look up at a mirror that's hanging on the wall behind the TV and I see standing behind me a woman in a lacy, white dress looking me in the eye. I whip my head around hard enough to hear my neck pop and there's nothing. And that room had nothing white in it. Brown carpet, yellowish walls, brown curtains, a glass table with some fake fruit in it and she was standing right in front of the table.

I stared into that room for the next two hours until my mom got home.

Im maybe 9-11 years old and it's the night before easter and I go to bed. During the night I wake up see to a toddler sized silhouette of a bunny rabbit on its hind legs in my doorway. I immediately pull the blankets over my head because I'm freaking out. I peek out again after a while of convincing myself that I'm safe, to find that the silhouette has disappeared, and is now at the edge of my bed near my feet with a faint reflective light shining upon it from the nightlight outside the doorway. It's safe to say that I was convinced it was my last night that night. I immediately retreated back to my safe haven under the protective force field of my blankets.

I must've been under there for at least 30 minutes until I peeked out again, fearful that it would be next to my face this time staring at me eye to eye. But, to my surprise, it found itself in the doorway again, just standing there. I must've watched it all night, and refused to look away until I passed out because I only remember waking up the next morning, still fearful of opening my eyes and seeing what was standing there, or if I had been dreaming the whole time.

Turns out, my mom set up overnight while we slept, this gigantic inflatable bunny that can stay up on its feet, hopeful that it would surprise us in the morning so we'd be excited for easter and the following egg hunt. It had the exact opposite effect, and I had nightmares for months and years. To this day, she still has no explanation how it got to my bed, because she had only put it in the doorway and left it there. It still boggles my mind how that stupid inflatable bunny managed to move from the doorway, 3-4 meters to the edge of my bed, then back again without being caught.

Maybe the Easter bunny is real after all.

For me, I was a younger (about 8) and I walked into the the dining room and saw what looked like a teenage boy sitting at the table with their head looking down. I freaked out and screamed and went to run outside to find my older sister and when I turned back to look again before running out of the door, the boy was gone. I was only a couple of steps away from the door. A lot of strange things happened in my childhood home.

I was 11 or 12 yrs old. Internet was not a thing on my country yet, but the first PCs with Windows 98 came in and we have one at home. I was playing with wordart (yeah, good times tho) at like 12pm, then suddenly a chair from the kitchen table start to shakking, like with violence. Of course nobody was there. I ran out to the frontyard and wait for my mom to come home, she was there by 1pm.

20 years later I still don't know how the chair was moving like that, because a lot of thing that happens to us when we were kids have a reasonable explanation. This on the other hand could be my mind playing with me but never happen again and i was a normal kid with normal parents and friends, no traumas or psychologic problems.

Years ago I was living alone in an apartment that was one of three in an older house. There was a big front porch, and I had a dog, a Siberian Husky. She preferred to be outdoors and usually slept on the porch. One Saturday morning I opened the front door to check on her. I noticed something strange on the doormat. On closer inspection, it looked like the heart of a small animal. My dog was fine. There was no blood around as if she had caught something. I didn't know what to make of it. That evening, I drove to Philadelphia, about 40 minutes away, to hang out with some friends. I stayed overnight there and went back home the next day. When I got home, I found that I had been robbed. They broke in through the window that was right over my bed.