“It Was As If It Didn’t Exist”: 45 Unbelievably Scary, Creepy, And Weird Experiences People Had

Compared to a lot of these this will sounds really tame. I was driving home very late at night down a narrow country lane, it was a typical UK winter night so really dark, rainy and windy. On the lane was a small stone humpback bridge (the kind that is so steep you can’t see over the other side) I slowed and began to cross the bridge and in my headlights I saw hundreds of mice rushing across the road from right to left across the bridge. This was impossible as the bridge is raised over a stream, with solid stone walls on either side. I gasped and hit the brakes coming to a stop on the middle of the bridge and in the next sweep of the wipers I saw … nothing. Just some leaves blowing in the wind.
I know it sounds really mild but I have remembered this vividly for over ten years now, and I was so freaked out at the time.

It was a full moon a couple months ago.

I was staying with a close friend (L) at her dads house, which is a tiny, but very quaint and cozy beach cottage a couple blocks from the ocean.

The house is the guest house of the front property, so we were all sleeping in one large room on different beds.

We had fallen asleep soundly but suddenly I woke up in the middle of the night and as I open my eyes I see that L is wide awake too.

The room has 3 large skylights, so the moonlight is shining brightly onto us. It was eerily clear that night and you could see all the stars. We end up talking about all sorts of very morbid topics, mainly on disease, war, starvation, and the fragility of understanding human consciousness. You know. Normal 3:33 AM type of conversations to have in the dark.

We end up talking about how factory farmed meat that gets fed to us is so horrific, and how bad the stuff that gets fed to pets must be.

The conversation landed somehow got onto the topic of being watched through the skylights (after discussing UFOs and aliens).

Right after we brought that up, L looks at me with absolute horror in her eyes and face and her mouth dropped open. Scared silent, finger pointed directly up and behind me, she managed to whisper “look behind you”.

Adrenaline was pumping through me as I couldn’t imagine what could be instigating that sort of reaction, ESPECIALLY after all the spooky stuff we had just been talking about.

I managed to turn my head around and look up at the skylight, and I jumped about 3 feet in the air off the bed and screamed.

Two yellow eyes were peering in from the skylight and then a small dark figure they belonged to scurried away.

L and I looked back at each other and held each other and then we started breathing shakily and L started laughing.

It was a cat….L concluded.

Regardless if it was a cat or not, (it totally could have been, cats can climb high roofs!) I’ll never forget the look on her face and the terror surrounding the slow turnaround to see eyes scaring at us in the above window in the moonlight.

Cat or not, creepy as heck.


Side note: Her dad sleeps through literally everything, including blood curdling screaming. Which was even more unsettling.

Driving to Kansas to see my then girlfriend's father. It is storming badly and our route ahead is blocked by a major flood. We check the map and find some back roads that could possibly get us over the river. We are heading down this back road, and we are approaching what should be a bridge.

We are stopped. It's completely dark and we can't really see anything at all. We're debating what to do when there is a really long flash of lightening that reveals the bridge ahead is completely submerged in water. There are major drop off on on either side of the road and all around us is water. It looked like we were about to drive directly into a lake. We put it in reverse and got out of there. It felt like something from a movie.

I was at a big state fair with my 1 & 3 year old. My 3 year old gave me her water to put in the stroller (I took three steps and turned around) and she disappeared.

After 15-20 seconds I went full frantic. We were in a large tented area and I was screaming her name, running around like a lunatic. My parents were helping look for her too I decided to check the far corner of the area and there she was, walking away with a dirty older lady..

I ran up to them and firmly grabbed my daughter from her. She was like "Whats wrong?! We were walking to security."

It still haunts me. She was gone for 60 seconds max, I don't know how long she was with this lady but it couldn't have been more than 30 seconds... and she's walking away.

I think about it almost daily.

Years ago I was living in my first solo apartment, no roommate - just me. I was excited for Christmas that year and decorated my apartment really cute. I had a nativity set that my mom had designed and made for me and I loved it. I set it up on the floor, in front of my tree. At the last minute, I was able to fly home for the holiday and spend it with my parents in a different state.
A few days after I returned, I had a knock at my front door. I opened it to find a man and his wife (appeared to be in their mid-fifties) and they seemed very surprised to see me. They asked if "Larry" was there. I told them I didn't know anyone named Larry. They insisted he was their son and he lived in this apartment. I assured them that this was my place and no one named Larry lived there. They said they had spent Christmas day with Larry in this apartment, then pointed to where my tree had been and asked what I had done with the beautiful "custom-made nativity" that had been there? They loved it and Larry had told his mother she could have it.
I had several odd things happen in that apartment but I was young and didn't have good sense so I didn't move for three years.

I was ran over by a truck.

I was in a bicycle, riding a bike lane with, the right of the way, driver failed to respect a stop sign.

Silly accident but driver turned right and tried to run, and I was on the floor. He ran over me, and my leg was almost cut off when it got stuck on wheel well.

I was fine until I was not.

I broke my.hip bone, L5 vertebrae, and my intestines exploded!

I'm glad to say I'm very alive and rich today! :-).

I was with my boyfriends family on a trip somewhere in Alabama. We took a jet ski to a waterfall, very romantic, yada yada. But to get close to the waterfall, we had to get off the jet ski and climb over quite a bit of slippery rocks. On the way back, I didn’t think I could make it without falling, so I decided to try to go around the rocks instead. It was longer but looked maybe less dangerous.

I’m wading through a shallow pool and i see something. About 10 feet ahead on a flat rock sticking out of the water is a perfectly white, picked clean deer skull staring at me. Creepy, but not unbelievable because there are a lot of deer in that area. Then I look down in the water.

It appeared to be standing up. A headless deer body, not picked clean like the skull. Still covered with its fur. No visible blood in the water. Just standing, swaying ever so gently with the movement of the water.

I noped out of there and took my chances with the slippery rocks.

A few months ago I was home alone in my house, sitting in my recliner scrolling on my phone. The only light was coming from the lamp above my chair, and everything else was pitch black. Out of nowhere, I heard a very clear human whistle coming from down the hall where I couldn't see.

There was no way this was wind or machinery or whatever. It was two distinct notes, one high and one lower, and there was no sliding between them. It was very specifically one note, and then the other.

My house is haunted AF so I just kind of let it go because, well, what else am I supposed to do? But it was super creepy and would make for a great scene early in a horror movie.

Final destination vibes. Some years ago on a highway I was driving behind a truck with trailer, trying to get in the left lane to overtake it. When I finally made it to the passing lane, I see that the trailer hooked off the truck, immediately slowing down before swerving right and crashing into the railing.

If I had stayed a second longer in the right lane I would have crashed into the trailer. I'm still shaking just thinking about it.

From the U.K. here, but basically I live out in the countryside and was coming back from a long walk out in the fields. It was pretty much pitch black but I was only about 2 minutes walk away from my car.

I was in sort of long grass when all of a sudden I heard something (sounded the size of a dog) come running straight at me through the grass, you could really hear the thuds of its footsteps. So I froze and screamed towards its direction and the footsteps stopped… they then started to slowly circle me in this field, like whatever it was was stalking me. It went around the back of me and so I sprinted as fast I could and got back to the car.

Feeling safe, I caught my breath, locked the door and turned the ignition on. The headlights came on and we’re perfectly lighting up the corpse of a rabbit with no head lay directly in front of the car! I got out of there as quick as possible! Was more than likely just a badger, but my god it felt like a horror movie!

One time i got stuck in the elevator on the 46th floor. I pulled the doors open and wanted to climb up and out,to the 47th floor.

I remember movies and/or CCTV footage of ppl climbing out and then right as they do,the elevator moves and cuts them in half.

So i back up and right as i did,the elevator started working again.
Terrifying af knowing,if you would have made one more move, you'd be one of those videos.

Almost feels like life is testing you.

Few weeks ago I was sleeping in my apartment (I have 4 roomates) and one of them must have forgot to lock the door. So I wake up at 4 am (I don't know why or what made me) and I see this absolutely huge 6' 3 figure in my doorway messing with the mic on my mic stand. I process this and I come to the conclusion that it is not one of my roomates. So fight or flight kicks in cuz I'm cornered in my room. I'm only a 19 year old male fairly tall but not huge size wise. I stand up and we lock eye contact then I just run at him yelling at him to get out of my house. All this my brain didn't even process it just did. He runs out of the house and I lock the door behind him. Call the cops to file a report and went back to bed cuz I had an 8 am class. Shout out the roomates for leaving the door unlocked. Thankful that it wasn't worse.

One time (there was a bit of activity before this but it would take FOREVER to type) I was brushing my teeth. I walked out of the room and my instincts went “bro you need to go back in that room” so I took three backwards steps into the room to find someone staring in my window. Was after a tornado, and they were DEFINITELY up to no good. I get goosebumps thinking about it. I yelled F**K NO and they ran to their car and peeled out.

When I was a teenager and my folks were out for the night, I went into the kitchen shortly around... ten in the evening just to get myself a drink of water. Suddenly, I get a *very* nasty chill down my spine which almost made me almost curl backwards.

Then, the noise from outside. It sounded like a cat screeching from the bushes or even the squealing of tall trees brushing against each other in a forest during a strong wind, but it just didn't seem right - as though it were a good distance away at the same time. Keep in mind, in the house I was staying in had trees that stood just over a one-floor house only about thirty feet away, but this seemed to come off from about a mile away.

Turns out that while I could hear it, my sisters didn't. But my cousins heard it as well, despite the fact that they were all about a good 5 miles away in a different village.

Next morning, my mum gets a call from her sister about it, when both of them were interrupted by another sibling of theirs. Turns out that a great aunt of mine had a heart attack and passed away in her sleep.

That is what convinced me that I heard a banshee that night.

A customer followed me home from work but I don't drive and catch public transport so the effort to do so not just an accident, then the next day he casually mentioned things like what my house looked like to me.

When I was a teenager I slept on the top bunk next to a window and woke up with someone's hand down my pants. That was surreal to come into consciousness and realize that. Never made eye contact so it was just a disembodied hand in the middle of the night.They ran when I woke up. Called the cops. Never caught anyone, though I have a suspicion I knew who it was and had to see them everyday for 4 more years.

I have told these stories to friends many times, but never written them down!

I will preface this by saying that I am a non-religious skeptic who does not believe in the supernatural, but I have no explanation for these events. I'll try to keep this terse, because it was actually a series of events. They all occurred when I moved with my then-Legal Guardian into a home in the CA Bay Area many years ago.

The first thing we noticed was was that one of the rooms in the rear of the house was *much* colder than the rest of the house, to the point that it was constantly remarked upon. My room was directly across the hall from this cold room, which was set up for my guardian's son.

My guardian's son would visit often, and the son was young - around age six or seven. When he would visit, he would sometimes be tired and cranky in the mornings, and when asked why, he would say, "I can't sleep because the man watches me at night."

Fast forward some months. I wake in the middle of the night in my room with the certainty that someone is in my room with me, staring at me. My heart is absolutely pounding. I try not to move, or breathe, or do anything that would give away that I am there. Eventually, the feeling passes and I am able to sleep.

Months later, I am in the kitchen cooking up a hot pocket or something in the microwave. I recall retrieving my food and turning around with the saucer in my hand and seeing before me a shadowy mass. Right in front of me. Just a non-distinct shadowy mass that shouldn't be there, hovering in air. I had enough time to register it before it moved directly towards me, and fast. I flinched hard, dropped my plate, and turned and ran out of the room.

I often think of writing a letter to that address to ask the current inhabitants if they have experienced anything strange.

I never used to believe in cryptids. I heard stories about them and thought they were cool, but always told myself "there's no way".

A few months ago my boyfriend and I take my dog outside to use the bathroom. It's probably around 2-3 in the morning and we're both having trouble sleeping so we decide to smoke on my back porch. After being outside for probably about 5-10 minutes, out of nowhere, it gets super cold. All of the crickets stop chirping and the early, early morning birds follow suit. The only noise is the wind blowing in the trees.

Suddenly, there comes what can only be described as a barking noise about 60 feet from my house. It's quiet at first but it doesn't take long before we can both hear it without straining our ears. It gets louder but I can't see the source of the noise due to obstacles obscuring my sight in that direction.

It just keeps repeating the same sound over and over, like a recording, about every 15 seconds. It sounds the same every time and that's what makes my hair stand on end. My neighbors have dogs but they're all chihuahuas and yorkies. Even if they were big dogs, I don't think this is a big dog. I don't know what it is but it sounds *fake*. I don't know, it's hard to explain, you just had to be there.

My boyfriend and I get too creeped out and put out what we're smoking, call in my dog, and go to bed. The same thing happened the next night; we couldn't sleep again so we took my dog out at around the same time as last night.

The noise starts up almost immediately. It's faster this time and somewhat louder, but it stays the same the entire time we're out. Maybe we were feeling brave or maybe we were stupid (not mutually exclusive) but we stayed out for longer. Nothing happened, which is something I'm grateful for. After a little while though the noise stopped. My boyfriend and I wondered what the noise could have been but there were no theories other than "something scary".

We went two nights without the noise to our relief, but on the third, it came back. For whatever reason, with a vengeance. My boyfriend was just standing on my porch whistling a tune when the noise came back. It was louder than ever. Beforehand there were 10-15 second intervals between the "barks" but now there were none, it was just barking constantly. It was still the same old "recording" but louder and more aggressive.

We went inside immediately.

Skipping forward, it's been about a month since I last heard the noise. Before then it decreased in frequency, going from happening every night to roughly 4 nights a week to 2 nights a week and then gone. My boyfriend and I were so invested in this that we acted like a couple of little idiots and investigated where the noise was coming from, but only in the daytime of course. There was nothing there. No nest or anything, just dirt like everything else.

I never found out what it was and though I am very curious I admit that a large part of me also doesn't really want to know out of fear.

When I was living in my parents house, my bedroom had this closet that sat directly opposite my bed. For whatever reason I can't remember, the door couldn't close.
That closet had always given me bad vibes, and I almost never slept, but the worst was one night when I was home alone.
I was laying in bed trying to sleep, when suddenly it got eerily quiet. I was home alone, but I could typically hear nighttime sounds coming from outside. As I lay there trying to rationalize, I started to hear some whispering. At first I couldn't make it out, but then I recognized it as my name.
Obviously freaked out, I was nearly paralyzed with fear. I sat there for what felt like forever, when I felt what felt like a thin finger, slowly tracing down my foot from toes to heel.
The rest of that night is honestly a blur, but I remember having this super strong urge to look into the closet. I'm happy I never did.

I was about 12 or 13 years old. One evening I'm walking to my psychiatrist for my weekly appointment. Its a half hour walk and after dark. I enjoyed walking, especially after dark when things were quiet, peaceful, and slow and no one else around. No, i didnt live in a dangerous neighborhood nor did my walk take me through any dangerous neighborhoods.

As I'm about half way to my destination, a car, a cadillac, comes driving down the street. Some people, both male and female, in the car are sticking themselves half way out the windows and are taunting me and jeering me as they drive by. A bunch of people in their late teens or early 20s (the driver alone had to be at least 18 years old). I ignore them and keep on walking. About a minute or two later, the same car comes down the street again and those people are jeering me and taunting me again. I dont know who they are. Maybe they live in the neighborhood. I still ignore them and keep walking.

Another minute or so goes by and again they come driving down the street, taunting and jeering me. Now I'm worried. They're circling the block over and over, deliberately focusing on me

As soon as they reach the corner and make their turn and are out of sight, i duck behind some bushes in someones front yard and wait. The car comes again down the street. This time, not seeing me walking down the street, theyre not jeering. They pass right by me in my hiding place and turn the corner. I think they think I've finally reached my destination, one of the houses on the block, and went inside and as a result, drove away. I thought wrong. Stupidly i leave my hiding place and go back to walking on my way to my psychiatrist. I shouldve stayed there behind those bushes much longer because i hear the car approaching. They spot me and start taunting and jeering me again. They turn the corner.

This time i run towards my destination but i know i wont get far before the car and those kids catch up with me again. So to that effect i decided to hide again behind the bushes in front of an apartment of an apartment building. This time resolving to stay there for good until the jerks in the car gives up their searching for me. I'm hiding there behind the bushes for not long. Maybe about 30 seconds or so when the guy whose apartment it is, pops out from his apartment, asking what I'm doing hiding in his bushes. At first he probably thinks I'm a burglar or a guy using his bushes as a toilet. But whatever he thinks, i explain to him how I'm walking to my psychiatrist and how I'm being followed and harassed by a bunch of kids in a car, which was why I'm hiding in his bushes. The guy can instantly tell from the tone of my voice and my facial expressions that I'm telling him the truth. He can see how scared I am.

Just then the car comes down the street and pulls right up at the curb directly in front of us. They look at me and the guy I'm with. Not a mean looking guy (in his late 30s-early 40s), but tough and serious looking enough. He's not wearing a shirt. But he's wearing a sleeveless undershirt which reveals that this guys upper body is very well toned, slightly muscular, and no fat.

I'm looking at the car and I realize that the car doesn't look so full now. It's missing a few people inside. The guy I'm with just gives them a mean stare. He asks me, "You know them?" I reply that no, I dont know them at all. I havent the slightest idea of who they are.

Just then, as the car is sitting there, about 3 of them approach walking from the other direction. The car was traveling from east to west. Those 3 were walking on foot from west to east. So thats why the car seemed not so full. They were looking to escalate the situation. They werent satisfied with just driving by and taunting me, so they changed tactics. A few of them got out of the car up ahead and started walking towards me while the ones in the car took another turn around the block. Their plan now was to physically trap me in between themselves and their car. Perhaps grab me and drag me into the car with them for whatever reasons. Most likely just for kicks. But seeing my tough guy guardian angel with me, the kids walking towards the car instead got into the car and it took off.

The guy offered to stay with me for a little longer or if i wanted to, to duck into his apartment to stay there until i was sure that it was safe to continue on my journey. I had a feeling that this was the last I was going to see of those guys and their car and i didnt want to be late for my appointment. So i thanked the guy for his offer, but declined. And decided to head on my way. The guy went back into his apartment and closed the door. I looked at the closed door and hoped that I didnt make a mistake by turning down the guys offer of better safety, because I was still scared. Thankfully I was right about not seeing the car again.

I reached my psychiatrists office. I told my therapist about what happened. He insisted on calling the police. The police came and took a report from me. Thats the last I heard of it. On my way back home, i usually took the same route that i came from, up the same streets. But this evening, i varied my way home, taking some different side streets to walk on. Never saw that car or those jerks again.

TL;DR: Chased by a bunch of teens in a car.