“It Was Unbelievably Scary And Accurate”: 80 Creepy True Stories That Made Even Skeptics Question Reality

My great-grandmother watched my great-grandfather [perish]. They were truly in love forever. After he [passed], she woke up every morning and said "dang it!" because she was ready to pass away. My great aunts would hear her talking on a baby monitor they set up talking to members of the family who had already passed. Finally one afternoon, they heard her go "John, finally! Why are you always late". They were frozen as John was my great grandfather's name. They walked in 10 minutes later and she passed away. She was just waiting for her husband to come get her.

My BFF once mentioned to me that her BF could see/feel ghosts/spirits. He's kind of a "one upper" so I brushed it aside and never thought more of it. One Saturday night, we are hanging out at my house (where I lived with my mother at the time). We weren't drinking, just hanging out and chatting. Suddenly he went very still and silent, my BFF asked him what was wrong. He said he felt a presence in the house and it was very strong. He told us to keep chatting like we were and he was going to "feel for it". BFF and I return to our gossiping.

A while later he speaks and mentions the spirit is in the kitchen and it appears to be male, at least to him it does. He says it doesn't feel like other spirits though, more like a good presence/guardian angel type deal. I still don't really believe him, so I start asking question. He says the entity is definitely related to my family and that he is young.

Then suddenly, he turns to me and asks "Did your mom have a miscarriage?" The blood drained from my face and I got goose bumps everywhere. My mother miscarried a child before me, it would have been a boy, my older brother. There is no way he would have known that about my mother, because my BFF had no idea either. Then he said "Had she named him? He's trying to tell me his name... it starts with an A". I started trembling, my mom had told me she had planned to name him Alex. He went on to explain how he believes it is my unborn older brother, and he's a guardian angel figure to my mother. He assumed he was there at that time to watch over her. It was unbelievably scary and accurate because at the time, my mother was going through a really rough time (depression).

I never doubted his ability after that. When I told my mother about what had happened the next day, she was sobbing and always thought that the presence she felt by her side was her grand-father whom she had always been close to, not her unborn older son. I still get chills to this day just thinking about it.

My daughter, 3 at the time, pointed out the car window and said, “Mama, the helicopter went into the water.”  We hadn’t seen or heard anything, so I figured it was just her telling one of her stories (albeit a kind of weird one).

Get home and open up my phone- a military helicopter had gone down in the Gulf, right at the area she was pointing, no survivors.  News was released after we left daycare, so she couldn’t have overheard anything, and my radio was off, so no news.  And it definitely wasn’t visible from where we were in the car.

I take her predictions/statements a lot more seriously now.

Came home one night from work, made dinner and took a shower. My bf told me he was coming over so I was waiting on him. I finish showering and im doing my moisturizing routine in the bathroom with the door closed. Heard him come in, walk to the bathroom door and knock. I opened the door to nothing, thought he was playing a joke on me so I looked around my entire apartment and no one was there. At all. I checked his location and he was still driving to my place.

Asian Horror here: My sister had been living with my aunts since she was a little girl. One night, she dreamt that someone was in her room, and as she was lying down on her side, she felt someone slowly lie down beside her on her queen sized bed. she shut her eyes and told 'it' to go away. Suddenly she felt 'its' nails go up and down her back. She ran out of the room, went to my aunts' room to sleep. Next day she showed the scratches to me. Long thin lines up and down her entire back.

I was helping my younger brother move into an apartment with his buddies and had to bring my two very young daughters with me.

My youngest at the time was about 2 1/2 or 3, and fearless. She went to different rooms with my brother, exploring and having a jolly old time.

Until she got to the kitchen. Upon entering, my daughter froze; her eyes were huge and fearful and within ten seconds she was screaming and running for me as fast as she could, mumbling about "da yaydee" (the lady) in the kitchen.

Brother and I tried laughing it off, redirecting her and taking her mind off it, but my normally calm kid was hysterical and we had to leave.

She told me in bed that night the lady had red eyes and was scary....if you knew my daughter you'd understand how unlike her all this was. She was 100% convinced that she saw a lady just standing in the kitchen, and still to this day (7 years later!) she swears she did.

I don't believe in ghosts or what have you, but her reaction made us question that.

My parents have both passed away. Their wishes were to be cremated, the ashes put in a nice box and be set on our wine rack. This wine rack has three shelves, and I was instructed to keep one shelf between the boxes. Well, my dad passed in 2011 and my mother in 2015.

It took me a few weeks to find a box for my mom. In that time I kept her ashes in the same room but a few feet away from the wine rack. Apparently someone wasn't happy about this. Outside we had a door bell. Every single night at 3am it would begin ringing and wake me up. I took the button portion inside so nobody could push it. Still would ring at 3am. Took the batteries out, still rang at the same time. Broke the whole thing apart, still rang. Our phone began to call itself and displayed my mom's name on the caller id. Even though the bill was in my name. My dad's guitars hung on the wall next to this wine rack. The strings started breaking, one every few days.

All of this stopped as soon as I got my mom a box and put her in the correct spot. None of it has happened since. I have zero intention of moving these boxes and if I ever move to a new house they will be transported together, with something acting as a divider between the two of them.

My mom found an old picture of me with one of my late uncles. She asked me if I remembered him. He passed away when I was really young so I unfortunately don’t remember much of him. She told me that he used to take care of me while both my parents were at work so we had gotten really close - he was essentially another father figure for me at the time.

Supposedly, my parents were woken up one night by me crying and screaming his name. When they came into my room, they found me holding that picture of us (the one I mentioned earlier). They got a call from my aunt that morning that he suddenly passed away.

My mom said the only other times I ever cried like that was when my dad had to leave for deployment. She’s convinced that my uncle said goodbye to me that night.

I am the youngest of 2 older brothers. My middle brother had passed away in 2005 and one of my cousins had given birth to a boy a few years later (so he's never seen or heard of my brother before). Fast forward a few years more when the boy is old enough to talk (I think like 5?), I guess my aunt was telling my mom that her son has an imaginary friend that he's been talking about named Michael. Now both my aunt and mom played it off as a "kids will be kids" sort of thing. That was until my aunt began explaining this imaginary friend and how it had some coincidental things that directly related to my brother.

First, this Michael would wake up the boy at night wanting to play basketball. Kid didn't mind cause he liked basketball too but it was in the middle of the night. Secondly, Michael tells him he "has an owwie" and points to his throat (I'll get back to this later). Then the trippy part comes when my mom went to visit my aunt. She was sitting at the couch watching TV while my cousin and her son walked in. Her son was hesitant at first and then walked back to his room. My cousin went to my mom and told her, "he was being shy cause he told me that is Michael's mom". I was then told if you show him a photo of my brother he points to it and says, "that's Michael". Even when I went to their house the boy did the same thing and this time the cousin said, "he whispered to me saying thats Michael's brother".

Here's the kicker: my brother's name is Travis Michael *last name redacted*. He liked to play basketball in highschool and he passed away from a freak accident at the San Luis Obispo sand dunes while riding an ATV. It shattered his adams apple and basically suffocated.

TL;DR my cousins son has/had an imaginary friend that ended up being my deceased brother.

When I was a senior in high school, my mom and I went to the Glore Psychiatric Museum in St. Joseph, Missouri. I knew nothing about it except that my aunt wrote a paper on it for her psychology class and it was supposed to be really interesting.
The museum itself is a separate, newer building with the actual old hospital next door. The exhibit has a bunch of equipment and patients' belongings from when the psychiatric hospital was running in the early 1900s. So there was lots of creepy relics from the golden days of messed up therapy methods and procedures. However, none of this really bothered me.
Side note, the museum also has separate exhibits about Native American tribes local to the area and the Pony Express. We entered the main floor. Nothing too interesting, just a gift shop and little displays. I felt fine until we reached the second floor where the psychiatric exhibit began. As soon as the doors open, there was a figure. (In my mind's eye. I didn't physically SEE the figure). It looked kind of like a Deatheater from Harry Potter, only not as big and without a head. It followed us around the floor, through the psychiatric exhibit and eventually stopped. I told my mom to keep her feelings to herself so I wouldn't have a biased experience.
I looked at the items left behind by former patients. I felt a presence telling me NOT to touch any of them or something bad would happen.
Finally we made it to the Native American exhibit, and the figure was there again. It followed us but stayed about 20 feet behind, stopping when we stopped.
We took the elevator to the morgue area in the basement. You'd think I'd feel something. Nope. Nothing.
Finally, we went to main floor and left.

When we got home, I mentioned to my mom it felt like something was following us. She agreed and said she saw it too. I decided to do a test. I had us face away from each other and draw what we thought it looked like. Turns out, we drew the exact same thing.

After that, I emailed the museum and told them what I experienced. I didn't think they'd write back, but they did. They told me what I experienced was actually a very common occurrence amongst their guests and staff, and they have allowed investigations from time to time. So yeah. Glore Psychiatric Museum.

So, I work in haunted daycare.


My personal story happened while I worked with the 9 to 18 month babies. At naptime, they all sleep in their own cribs and the teachers all huddle in the furthest corner, so the kids will stay asleep.


One day, the kids are all asleep. Which is a feat in itself. So I'm sitting, facing the room at large, talking to my co-worker. As I'm checking the room, a ball that was left out rolled across the floor. Just straight up moved 4 feet across the floor. It didn't start anywhere near a baby and, even if it had, they were all asleep. The ball was slightly deflated and it even sounded like someone tried to grab it, that sound of fingers trying to find purchase on rubber.


Now, normally I'd attribute this to a trick of the light or the A/C kicking on, but my co-worker, who had been looking at me, turned her head at the sound and said "what was that?"


I told her what I'd seen, we had a nervous chuckle, and we asked the ghost to kindly not wake any of the kids.


Other co-workers have felt taps when no one is behind them, have seen things move on their own, and one even saw something to tall and abstract to be a kid run down the hallway, only to disappear.

My cousins and I were playing in my grandmother's yard one summer. She had stopped using her front door years before. The screen door was permanently sealed, and a large cabinet blocked the door from the inside. We saw a guy in a full suit with a briefcase walking to the front door, and we all call to him to come to the side door. He ignores us, pushes the broken doorbell, and stands there.

One of my cousins runs in through the side door to tell my grandmother she has a guest. Meanwhile, we are watching suit guy respond as though talking to someone inside, then smiled, opened the screen door and walked in.

Now, we had never ever seen that door used, so we rush up onto the porch and look in through the door. It's still sealed, cabinet in place. Beyond, we see my cousin talking to my grandmother and yell asking where the man was. They say no one came in.

My uncle later told us there was a guy posing as a door to door salesman who [attacked] women in the 50s in the area.

I was sleeping at my grandfather’s house. One morning I heard a woman’s voice say ‘hello, are you okay?’ Very clear and very friendly, within the room. I ran away, afraid, downstairs to where my mum was in the kitchen making breakfast, my brother at the exact same time came in from the front room saying he heard nan talk to him.

My nan had suddenly passed in her sleep about 13 years earlier when I was a baby in that same house.

I was freaked out by it. My mum told me not to be afraid, nan would never hurt you, she loved you so much. And then out-loud asked my nan not to visit until I was ready.

Later that day when I was alone and still a bit freaked out I heard ‘I’m sorry’ and felt a warm glow inside me.

I used to pray out loud before going to bed that I was so grateful that she was looking over me. She never spoke to me again.

It was back in '98, I believe. My ex-wife and I were renting a house that was directly across the street from the old Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum. We went to bed. I looked up and there was a bald African-American man standing at the foot of my bed. He was dressed in one of those work uniforms where the shirt and pants were the same color. He wasn't menacing or anything, just looking at me. I screamed like a girl and he disappeared. My wife had already fallen asleep and my scream made her wake up screaming. We were so shaken that we had to get up and watch tv for a couple more hours.

So, the stairs to my attic had smelled like burnt hair for 3 days; extremely odd because it was just that area and I have a very old, drafty house. On day 4, I came home from work just before midnight and as soon as I walked through the door, I felt like I had someone standing over my shoulder, breathing down my neck. The feeling was so strong that I opened my medicine cabinet so the mirror was against the wall. I also showered with the shower curtain open because I had a powerful need to see the room. After a shower I was a little less on edge, until I walked past my 4yo daughters room. The door was closed, but I heard her talking in her sleep. Then I heard a loud crash. I slowly opened the door to find her sleeping on top of the covers, and the pile of stuffed animals she insisted on sleeping with scattered across the room. I turned the light on low, looked around the room, and checked her breathing; all seemed well, so I went to bed.

The next morning, I asked her if she had a bad dream:

Her:"Yeah, there was a man with no arms and sauce on his face, and he kept laughing at me. I told him to go away, but he wouldn't. Then, an arm came out of the wall, threw me into the ceiling, and I crashed back down on my bed and went back to sleep."

Me: "Sauce on his face?"

Her: " Yeah, red like spaghetti.".

It was about 4 yrs ago. It wasn't the first paranormal occurrence to happen, just the one that scared me the most. One night, my 2 1/2 year old son woke my husband and I up when he crawled into our bed. I couldn't fall back asleep, so I decided to work on a project in my craft room. I was in there for about 45 minutes when the small monitor to the nanny cams started rapidly flickering on and off. (Mind you, these were not motion sensored cams, only continuous feed) The cams are in the living room and our son's room.

I went over to the monitor and picked it up. It all of a sudden made this loud ear piercing sound like a mic feedback. It's startled me and I dropped the monitor facedown. I noticed the glow around the edges had stopped flickering. I picked up the monitor and turned to look at the screen. I saw my son standing as still as a statue in the middle of the living room staring at the wall. I started for the door with the monitor still in my hand. When I glanced down again. My son's head turned (only the head), and his eyes went directly to the camera in the upper corner of the room. He had no expression on his face at all.
I left the room and went through the small kitchen and dining room, rounded the corner to the living room, and it was empty. The door to our bedroom was on the other side. I went in there, and my son was sound asleep in the same position he was in when I left. My husband looked up from his eReader. I asked him if he had woken up and went to the living. He told me No. I asked if my husband had gotten up to go to the bathroom or kitchen. Thinking maybe he just didn't see our son try to follow him. But husband swears he hasn't left the bed at all, and Our Son has been peacefully snoring away the whole time.
Like I said before, this wasn't the first time we had seen doppelgangers, but it was always so brief that you didn't really have time to get scared or have it completely register yet. This was different it wasn't just a glimpse, Above all, it was the look on my son's face that empty void stare, when he turned his head to face the camera Still even now typing it gave me the chills.

For myself: I worked in a haunted bowling alley. Our deceased mechanic gave my ponytail a yank in a room where I was the only person (verified by security camera) and there wasn't anything to catch my hair on. He liked to be playful and wasn't malicious.

Had one recently that happened to my husband though. We live on a piece of property out in the swamp. Our house is pretty isolated. My husband woke up to someone knocking on the front door. He said it was the exact mannerism I knock with, and then a voice said "Honey?" exactly the same way I do. He peeked over the headboard to the front porch, and no one was there. (You can see the front door clearly from our bedroom window, and there's no hiding spots for one of the local crackheads to mess with us).

I woke up in the middle of the night when I was, like, 11. I felt as if someone was at my bedroom door and looked. Saw a faint figure of a woman who was not my mother. Felt the hairs in my body stiffen and pulled the blanket over my head until morning. Previous owner was a lady who passed away there, obviously. It’s my only paranormal experience.

Still gives me chills recalling it.

I have had paranormal activity my whole life. Almost none of those have even been unnerving, so I'll tell you my strangest one....

When I was 10 I lived in southwest Texas. It got so hot in summer there, that one day we literally fried an egg on the sidewalk. On this particular summer day, my mom had taken me and my friend to the library to check out and read some books. We had finished our reading and picked our books, and so we decided to play around with the elevator. There were only 2 floors to the library, and one of us would go into the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, the other would race down or up the stairs and try to beat the elevator. I was waiting for the elevator on the second floor, and as it dinged my friend took off. But as I stood there, the doors opened, and I got a huge shock.

The elevator was full of about 8 or 9 people. But they were all looking up at the numbers inside it, staring, unblinkingly like zen cows. There was a man at the front, wearing a black 3 piece suit, gloves, a fedora and a cane. Keep in mind this was in Texas during 110°F+ heat. He was gaunt, with a white moustache, and slightly resembled the guy in Needful Things. He smiled wide when he saw me, and said in a voice I'll never forget, "There's room for one more." I was freaked. "Uh, no thanks," I replied. The elevator doors closed as the man sort of tilted his hat. As I stood there in shock, my friend came back up the stairs, slightly winded. "Hey, where were you?" He asked me. I explained to him I couldn't use the elevator because it was packed full. "There was NOBODY on the elevator," he said.

I look back on this often, and the question What if I'd gotten on it? haunts me. I have absolutely no clue what would have happened if I'd gotten on, and it is sort of frightening, for sure... I know how all of it sounds, but I swear to the Higher Power this really happened.

When I was about 14/15 years old, I went for a sleepover at a friends house. We stayed up late watching scary movies, etc. Typical sleepover.

Anyways, we went to sleep in the same bed and at some point in the night I could feel tugging on the blanket, so I opened my eyes and I seen a hand coming over me and grabbing the blanket and pulling it off of me. At first, I just thought my friend was grabbing the blanket in her sleep but I could still feel her back to mine so there was no way her arm would be like that while back to back. I started to prop myself up and I seen a man standing at the foot of the bed. I full panicked and jumped out of bed to run to light switch. I switched it on and the man was gone but her bedroom door that was previously locked and closed was open. With the knob still locked. I closed the door and tried to get my friend to wake up but she was a super heavy sleeper. I have no idea how I managed to fall back asleep but I did.

I NEVER stayed at her house again. haha.