63 Halloween Stories That Were Much Scarier Than Anything People Had Planned

I will add something here that happened during halloween when I was a teen.

Me and my aunt used to throw a massive halloween party every year. We would rent this building by a cemetery (for creepy factor) near our home. The last year we did it there, we had been up at the building decorating for 2 days and it was about 3 in the morning.

We had set up this owl by the front door that would hoot when someone walked by, so it was motion activated. We locked up the front door and went to close up the back as we were done for the night.

There was a stage in this building that we would put the curtains up and make it a mad scientists lab up there. We were way into halloween if you can't tell.

My aunt and I went up on the stage to turn everything off. All of the sudden, we hear the front door that we just locked open up and the owl makes the hoot sound. We were behind the curtain and couldn't see what it was. We stood there froze in fear and staring wide eyed at each other, not sure who just walked in.

All of the sudden, a massive gust of wind blew the curtains towards us. I have never been so terrified in my life. I was sure we were going to d*e. All of the danger flags were going off.

It got quiet for a while. We finally braved it out and came down the stairs to peak out and see if anyone was there. There was no one. The front door was shut and still locked. Nope! We got out of there so fast. We didn't book the party there again after that. It was so scary.

Its not scary or (to me) creepy but it IS unexplainable and supernatural

I currently live alone in my great grandparents house, my grandpas childhood home. Its been in the family basically since it was built. My great grandpa didn't d*e IN the house but he was rushed to the hospital from the house and eventually died. Its important to note that a lot of the original furniture is still here!

so my great grandpa was a stern but affectionate guy. he was that trope where the big tough scary dude is secretly soft for kids and animals. Above all he was a known lover of cats. He ALWAYS had at least one cat, he rescued kittens constantly. My cats always seem to congregate where he used to spend his time. Where his chair used to be, in his old bed, at his seat at the dining room table

I've always sort of felt his presence in the house. I wasn't especially close to him because like I said he was a super intimidating type of dude lol but he was kind to me and my sisters and cousins. During hurricane Sally we lost power in my city for like a week, and on the first night, when I was trying to wait the storm out alone, SUPER nervous, his old alarm radio came on. It was static but it sort of sounded like a man was speaking, maybe on a talk show or something. Im sure there's a logical explanation (im NOT tech savvy) but this radio has no battery power feature like it HAS to be plugged in to work, AND no matter what I did to it it wouldn't go off or turn down.

I started living here with my dad shortly after his passing when I was about 15 and now I live here alone as an adult. Idk if its the memories or what, but I've never felt alone in the house, even when I for sure was.

For 18 years of my life I stayed in the same childhood home without moving, and slept in the exact same room. Over the years, strange things happened in this room - from your typical “items falling off shelves.” Down to sightings of figures swinging from nooses.

The scariest thing to happen to me, was when I turned 18. I suffered from clinical depression and insomnia which left me in a pretty bad shape for years, so perhaps take this story with a pinch of salt, though now that I’ve left that home - my miraculous recovery from both suggested that my issues stemmed from something outside of my own control.

My bed was small, and had no “underneath.” As it was a wardrobe-bed combo with the drawers you can pull out. A few days after I turned 18, I had gone to bed at about 3am - early for me.

I decided to call my significant other (now fiancé) and sleep on the call for the night, because I had this uneasy feeling. The room was unusually cold and bitter. I had left the window open.
(I can’t sleep when it’s too hot.)

I was just about to fall asleep when something in my head set off, you know that typical “something is seriously wrong.” Kind or feeling? I heard this loud growl. And rustling from the bottom of the bed. However I didn’t have time to react, when these hands had grabbed my right leg and yanked me out of the bed and dragged me half way across the floor. I screamed, freaking out my S/O, who started shouting my name down the phone.

By the time I could fully comprehend what had happened, whatever pulled me out of my bed had vanished. But, what was left behind was a large, deep gash in my stomach.

I was rushed to hospital and admitted into the psych ward for 5 days. I’m convinced it wasn’t me. That’s not even the creepiest part.

When I returned to my room, I found several marks around the room. The most notable, were scratch marks in the curtains, and along the windowsill- leading outside and onto the roof.

I’m far away from that place now. It’s for the better. But the experience drove me into a career focused on psychology, cultism, and supernatural experiences.

TLDR: I was dragged from my own bed and had my stomach slashed. I was accused of harming myself, but the damage to my windows told a different story.

I travel a lot for work, or used to anyway. In my travels, I have met numerous people who have needed aid of some kind. I have driven people to the airport, changed tires, etc. At some point, I will end up in a ditch in my own blood, but so be it.

I forget which town/state I was in at the time, if I remember by the end, I'll edit it in. But in driving from the airport to the town I was to work, I had to take this long local road. There were only a handful of houses along the entire thing, and it took about 45 minutes to drive it. About a third of the way down, I pass a man in a flannel shirt and jeans walking along the side of the road. I typically don't just pick up people, and I myself like to walk so I just kept on driving. After a couple of minutes, I am noticing that there is nothing around. No houses, streets or anything...so this dude is gonna be walking for awhile. So I decide to turn around and drive back to ask him if he needs a ride. As I'm going back, I do not see him. At all. It's getting to dusk, but it's not dark yet, still plenty of light. Along the road are just fields, so it's not like he went into the woods or anything. And finally, I get to a point which I knew was way before the point I had passed him, so I turn around and go back. I eventually get to where I am going. I pull into a gas station to fill up and as I am waiting, I look to see the same guy walking up the road. Now, I never saw his face...but same stride, same flannel shirt, and jeans.

It could very well have been someone else...I tell myself this. But the coincidence is ridiculous. But the time it would have taken for him to make that trip is simply impossible. We would have had to cover over 20 miles in half an hour.

When I was 5/6 I had an invisible friend. Her name was Jen, she had curly brown hair, blue eyes, and I thought of her as my older sister. I thought she was pretty cool because I really wanted an older sister.

One day I mentioned her to my mom, who freaked out and told me never to talk about Jen ever again. It honestly scared me. Jen stayed around for awhile, but sort of faded after a while.

It was a couple years later when I was told that before I was born, my mom had a miscarriage pretty late in pregnancy. The fetus was a girl, and would have been named Jennifer.

It's totally possible I was told/overheard about the miscarriage way earlier and just don't consciously remember, but still.

Scariest thing is always a phone call at 3am.

That being said, most unexplainable thing in my life is my father's tendency to see UFOs. Everyone in my family, including me, has seen at least one weird thing - I believe that you'll eventually see something weird if you spend enough time looking at the sky. But my father takes the cake. He's not only seen lights that move in impossible swirling patterns, but actual ships, once even two at a time, flying in a coordinated way and fairly close.

He's the stereotype of the serious dad with a newspaper and a moustache. Worked in a bank his whole life, atheist, likes reading books and mowing the lawn, barely drinks beer sometimes when someone comes over. I mean, not one who would make this up. He's been both fascinated and scared because of this. I think he was also quite relieved the day that my mom was with him in the backyard and they both saw a ship, like he had a witness now.

I had this weird dream where we were walking on a crowded and dark street with a fine gentleman i had just met there. I was also thinking about "greatest common divisors and lowest common multiples" for some reason. This was a few years ago. That topic was a little hard for me on hs.

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This summer i met my fathers high school friends son and we went on a crowded, dark street, at least %90 percent similar to the dream. We were talking about maths and he suddenly told about how he was having a lot of trouble with lowest common multiples and greatest common divisors. At that moment i felt like that one brief moment i remembered from that dream matched perfectly with the moment i was in. I felt really strange that this wasnt also the first time i had something like this. Of course i know its all a coincidence but its still so suprising.

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TL:DR dreamt about the future totally accurately.

Once we and my mates, about 6 of us including me, were taking a shortcut through a graveyard park at night. It was basically a cut through two seperate main roads with the park going through a fairly large block in between, but the cut going from one end to the other should have taken like 3 to 4 minutes max.

Anyways as we're walking we get to the part of the park that's right at the thickest concentration of graves in vicinity of the really old church, the first one to see something was a different friend of mine who usually gets a bit nervice in these situations. He said he saw a pair of weird shining eyes staring at him from a silhouette. One of our friends points their phone torch at the place he was pointing at and we see it's actually just a mildly scary statue of a stone angel above a grave. We dismiss it.

But as we keep walking along more of us seem to keep seeing it, I'm the third person to notice it, out of the corner of my eye I notice it, this weird featureless blank face in this entirely grey shifting human silhouette with the only thing setting it apart were those burning bright white eyes. I nearly screamed right in that spot. Each time we checked it and it was still only a statue or some other sort of graveyard ornament but after that it seemed we'd been walking through the area far longer than it should've taken and by the time our fourth friend notices the strange thing we break into a run. 6 grown guys just full on sprinting through the path of the graveyard at night like scared little kids.

We all kept running without looking back but the longer we ran the more it felt like something was reaching out to us from behind. Even though we should've been near the end it seems to take a few minutes of running before we even start to see the light of the street on the other side of the gate coming into view. We double down on our run and my first athletic friend literally jumps over the gate, a second before I reach it as well I turn my head back slightly and I swear someway in my mind or other, whether it was a delusion or a part of the hallucination I see the full form of this grotesque expressionless figure barely 50 metres behind us. I say this because within the next second I and the rest of our friends had jumped over the gate into the lighted street, but when I turned back to look at the last spot I'd seen, there was nothing there, no graves, no statues, not even a tree that I could've mistaken. It was just an empty open spot on the grass.

This is a story of my mums from the late 70s early 80s when she was a little girl.

Mum,my aunt and my grandma and grandad were on a trip in Scotland near the Isle of Skye. They were driving on a main road and came to a little town. Can’t rember what it was called but all the houses there were small one story white houses with straw roofs like something from the 1700s . There were no cars and everyone looked dirty and were wearing dirty old clothes that were like what peasants from the 1700s would wear. As they drove into the village the road turned from tarmac to a dirt and pebbly track. All the people in the village gathered around the car as grandad drove slowly through and people began to gather round the car as it drove slowly all holding pitch forks, iron rods and other objects and began bowing to the car and shouting things that sounded like prairs as it drove through. People who weren’t gathering round were staring and screaming and shouting as they drove through. My mum rembers that her and her sister pulled faces and stuck out there tongues and they drove through. They assumed there was some ceremony going on and thought nothing of it except that it was strange.

A little down the road they stopped for a quick break to admire the scenery. My grandad was outside looking through his binoculars when my mum rembers him suddenly screaming “ GET IN THE CAR, GET IN THE CAR NOW!! In a voice that mum could only describe as terror. Well they all got in the car and my mum rembers seeing this figure. He was in a long purple coat, had long blonde hair and a kind face. The scary thing was he didn’t seem to be standing. He was hovering a few Center meters of the ground and when you looked at him he didn’t seem quite there. Like he was half there half not. Transparent almost. My grandad peeled out and was at full throttle and approaching like 30mph but he was still there. At my mums window staring in. Not in a scary way but in a pitiful way. He wasn’t running but floating and kept up with the car with no problem. After maybe 2 minutes If top speed where my grandad got to like 50mph he suddenly vanished. Like he was there then he wasn’t. And it’s not like he could just leap into the undergrowth because there wasn’t any.

After that they spent the rest of the trip enquiring people about it to see if there was any events in that area. Nobody knew of anything. And recently we looked up the town and showed mum pictures and she said it looked nothing alike to what it did on that trip. Also she looked into it and found there had been other sightings on that stretch of road in the past of a figure exactly how mum described and even people who had drew pictures of the figure and every single person drew and described the same figure. Some even speculated it was the ghost of bonnie Prince Charlie who escaped to safety on that road to the Isle of Skye wearing clothes simalar to those described by my mum and other people who had seen it.

So yeah, that’s my mums story and a bloody odd one at that lol.

The road was the A75 near Kirkcudbright. The A75 is apparently the most haunted road in Scotland which I forgot about till I looked it up again.

One time i was sitting in my living room rewatching prison break , i had headphones on but i heard a somehow loud thump as if something fell in our backyard and i thought i heard this weak voice of a woman screaming or kinda crying , so i paused what i was watching to make sure and it sounded like my sister in law was crying her child’s name and my heart dropped i thought my nephew fell from their apartment in the second floor and as i was going to investigate my heart was beating so fast i couldn’t breathe , as soon as i was about to get out the phone rang (we have a land line) and it was my brother (her husband) i can’t describe the feeling of horror at that moment that came over me so he said “hey can you open the door i locked myself out” and the sense of relief i felt was comforting, it was all in my head nothing fell down no one was screaming i guess i was creeped out and my mind played me but it was so scary at the time.

My ex had a breakdown and zip tied my wrists, drove me to the next town, threw my cellphone out the car window (which I later found and used my tongue to call my sister), and abandoned me on a dark country dirt road with no street lights and cornfields wearing jeans daisy dukes and a white t shirt, in the rain. Saw him circle back looking for me with the interior lights on holding a gun. I jumped in the ditch full of nettles every time to hide. Miraculously find my cell phone , walking listening to the trees scream (cicadas) and just determined to get out alive, I hear Sublime's Caress Me Down playing on this dark lonely road, it was my cell phone, and I missed the call cos my hands were tied lol but pecked at the buttons (flip phone) like a chicken till I got it to work. Still had to walk out after kicking my phone up high enough to grab. I had no idea where I was. He kept coming back and after a while I was soaking wet. -0/10.

This happened 15 years ago when I was 14. I was trick-or-treating alone (still do) in a rich neighborhood. I came up to this house and rang the bell. An old guy opened the door, and he was *massive*. Bro was about ten to 15 cm (four to six inches) taller than me. He starting asking me some weird questions, moving from one to the next before I even answered.

"Are you alone?"

"Is anyone with you?"

"Do you wanna come in?"

Yes, I know the second question is equivalent to the first, but I think that's what he asked. I looked into his house, and it was just completely dark inside. My instincts told me something was wrong, so I made up some BS on the spot. I said I had friends waiting for me, and that I needed to go. The old guy offered me peanuts, which I declined. I couldn't wait to get away from that house.

No, I didn't call the cops. (1) I wanted to enjoy my Halloween without getting the police involved. (2) I was going through the "no snitching" phase. (3) I wasn't *sure* this guy was dangerous. I'm still not sure.

I'm male (in case you didn't read my username).

And *that* is the spookiest thing I experienced on Halloween. Even so, I'm always gonna love this holiday.

Food Poisoning from Dominos Pizza. Halloween is my birthday too. Needless to say, I'm never touching Dominos again.

Haunted house in Easley, SC. Complete with a haunted hayride through the woods, best fright ever!

When I was 5 or so, my parents purchased a piece of land from our neighbor whose house and yard were behind ours (basically, making our backyard much larger). Part of that land included an old stone gazebo that dated back to around 1850 (this was around 2000, so it was about 150 years old at the time). Our neighbor didn’t have a ton of information on the gazebo. It predated her house and ours, which were built in the 1950s and 1930s, respectively. In fact, it predated the entire neighborhood: the oldest houses were generally from the 1910s-20s, and previously the area had been used as a military testing site for mustard gas and other things during WWI. It certainly seems odd that this big (~400 sq ft) gazebo was built basically in the middle of nowhere (at that time) and also withstood the development of the surrounding area.

Anyway, as soon as my parents bought the land, I started having horrible nightmares every night. In the nightmares, I would be standing in the yard at night and looking into the dark gazebo. I could just barely make out all of these pained faces in the darkness, as if people were sitting on the floor of the gazebo screaming and crying. Sometimes the fireplace in there would be lit, and I’d see someone jump into it. It freaked my mom out in particular because she was convinced I could sense things (my mom is a legit white collar professional with no spiritual background, but she still thinks this about me to this day despite my disagreement lol). The nightmares were vivid though, and it’s actually making me feel a little sick as I remember them.

All of that said, you asked specifically about Halloween, which is where this gets weird. My parents started putting a pool in the yard and also decided to change the flooring and add structural reinforcements to the gazebo. I kid you not, on Halloween itself, the people working on the yard were excavating behind the gazebo and under the flagstone flooring. They found human bones and a few large stones with names carved into them. We could not find any records on the names on the stones. The people that dug up the bones were understandably freaked out. The police came and were basically like “huh, weird.” Nothing else ever came of it but the nightmares did eventually stop.

A couple years ago i was out at night w my ex fiancé. we were in a park with minimal light pollution just enjoying the stars, and all of a sudden he goes "what is that ??" and is pointing at a figure, just slightly darker than the sky, flying past the power lines. this thing seemed enormous, like it was easily as big as a pickup truck, about 150 feet up. it also looked like it had feathers, and was completely silent when it moved. it flew behind a power pole and didnt come out on the other side. we never saw it again. UFOs definitely exist bc that thing was absolutely flying and i had no idea what the hell it was.

One night in 2006 or 2007 my wife and I were driving down a backroad in Florida in an Oldsmobile Alero. We were passing a large farm when we saw something in the road. I slowed down and we went around it but were close enough to see pretty well. It stood tall enough to be at eye level with us in the car and most closely resembled an owl. It looked directly in the window, my wife screamed, I gunned it, and we laughed our asses off.

We’ve talked about it several times but always assumed it was some kind of big barn owl. Well years later we go to a community event and an owl rescue organization had live specimens of rescued owls from all over Florida. The largest was a barn owl which was large but only about 16” tall and that was fully grown. The thing was saw had to be at least 3’ tall to be looking in our window. What ever it was didn’t appear to be in flight.

We’ve told a few family members but they always seem to shrug it off. I wish I’d have had a dash camera or something to capture pictures or video.

This is more inexplicable than creepy and more of a glitch in the matrix type story.

for context, at my previous job, we went fully remote for covid but by late 2021 were forced back into the office, which proved unpopular enough that we ended up on a hybrid schedule, so we kept our work laptops issued during covid and were expected to bring them to and from the office every day incase someone in our small department got covid and we all had to quarantine. after this hybrid schedule, we kind of used our laptop as a 3rd monitor.

anyway, as i was leaving the office, i accidentally pulled up my notification sidebar as i was signing out and packing up my laptop. for convenience, i just leave my laptop in my backpack that i bring home without ever taking it out there except for our designated wfh day. when i get home, i get on my personal laptop, for a split second, the notification sidebar shows my work-related notifications. i was like w*f and click on my notification sidebar and it shows my regular notifications i'd expect on my personal laptop. work stuff is on an intranet that is accessed via VPN, none of which my personal laptop has access to, nor do i have outlook or chrome or any other program synced across my work and personal devices. my personal also runs win10 while my work ran win11 but not sure if that matters.

i could not explain this and it made me feel like we live in a simulation. nothing like that has happened before or since.

Around 9, maybe, I had a dream of my mom bringing me down a path in some forest at night to meet a close relative for the first time. At the end of the path there was an old alien looking thing sitting in a throne that terrified me to my core. He opened his mouth really widely, while staring at me, and let out a scream that seemed to tighten and thicken the air around me. At that moment, I started to realize I was dreaming and knew I was about to wake up. I woke up (the scream fading away) and felt my body in the position I was sleeping in (curled up on my side), with my eyes still closed. I felt like, fixed in the position I was in, I was floating in mid air from about a foot and a half above my bed. I moved, in a smooth path, over to the side, about a foot, and slowly back down into the center of my bed. I instantly threw the covers, that I was under, off of me and opened my eyes. Everything was normal. I'd say the floating feeling lasted about 2 seconds.

I've had vivid sleep paralysis many times throughout my life and have never felt something like this.

I moved into an apartment with my boyfriend at 19. It was an old building turned into apartments. Think early 1800s was when it was built. It used to be a market bc the train tracks went right by it. My very first night staying there was alone, and I watched a light slowly creep one way across the wall and then back again. I never saw it again for the next year. He texted me when I was at work one day to tell me that something picked up our cat's food bowl (while they were eating) and threw it across the apartment. We heard footsteps on the roof at all hours of the night, which shouldn't have happened because we were on the very top floor.

And I HATED our bedroom closet. I'm still convinced there was something evil in there. The ceilings were tall af in our apartment, so of course, it went all the way up into black nothingness. I had an old prom dress in one of those Dillard's bags that you get for nice dresses in there. I was home alone, chilling in bed with one of my cats when we heard the bag start rustling. The doors were shut, and I knew my other cat was in the living room. So my cat whips his head towards the closet and growls, which freaked me out even more bc I already hate the closet enough. I refused to open the closet doors if my boyfriend wasn't home. He was asleep once, and I couldn't sleep that night, so I was scrolling through reddit. I heard 4 distinct notes whistled from the closet. I could always just feel a bad vibe coming from it. No clue what it was, but I hated that stupid closet, and I was so relieved when we moved out.

I could be here all day with weird little stories that have happened to both my bf and I, but I do have a nice one from when my grandmother's ghost moved into our house with us. She passed almost 15 years ago, but I took her cremains from my parent's house about 2 years back. We think something from the apartment followed us into our house. The day after I brought my grandma's cremains home, my bf texted me to tell me that one of the gas burners to the stove was on, not ignited, and the whole house was filled with gas. We have two windows in our bedroom, one of which we usually never opened. Somehow, while he was sleeping, and while the gas filled the whole house, the window in our room was unlocked and opened. He woke up to the room being ice cold bc it was the middle of winter, so we obviously didn't open it. I think my grandmother opened the window for him :).