Even though real-life is far messier and often less dramatic than what you see on the silver screen, some of the things you experience could easily fit into the script of a horror movie.
#41
I was using the bathroom at a mall a couple years ago during Halloween. It was about closing time and I was in a stall when I heard the door open and a guy came in walking rly slow. He kept walking until he was literally outside of my stall, he had on huge red shoes. I was pretty confused at this point so I said “hey someone’s in here!” He didn’t say anything, so I finished and then went to open the stall door. He was dressed as a creepy clown with makeup and everything. He didn’t say anything, just stared at me, I thought he was a bit slow or that he was just trying to be creepy so I just walked by him and washed my hands then left. A couple days later I was watching the news and saw that a guy was arrested for dressing up as a clown and stabbing ppl at the parking lot of the same mall. I was absolutely taken aback….
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#42
Literally just happened, I'm sitting in an airport and a little old woman wrapped in cloth spoke to me randomly for 30 minutes about how I have an entity with me.
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#43
This past September, my family and I went on vacation to a small island in North Carolina. We had visited and stayed on this island many times throughout my childhood and teen years, so I was very familiar with it and was excited to be back after having not been there for over a decade.
One night, my family and I were hanging out on the back porch having some drinks and talking late into the night. Just as everyone was cleaning up and getting ready to head to bed, I happened to walk outside and noticed how incredible the stars were. I live in the suburbs outside of a big city, so I can see about 20 stars on a good night but the entire sky here was filled with stars. I called to my sister and we both stood in awe as everyone else went to bed. That’s when we both decided we wanted to hop on our bikes and go for a late night ride.
I’m 28 and my sister is 36, but something about creeping out of the house without telling anyone made us both feel like teenagers again. We rode off down the island laughing and looking up at the stars before deciding to stop at the opposite end of the island and just enjoy the view and talk for awhile. It was empty and quiet on the island as it was almost 4am. We hadn’t seen any other person this entire time.
We finally decide to start biking back and we’re not really talking much anymore as we focus on heading back. We start rounding a bend getting closer to our house when I see up ahead, under the only streetlight on the road, a man standing by himself on the side of the road. Before I can even process what I’m seeing, he starts walking towards the middle of the road and stops in center of the street staring at us as we approach. My sister is a little bit ahead of me so I try to warn her without being too loud but she just responds with “huh? I don’t see anyone.” I’m watching her and I bike closer and I feel my heart racing so I repeat myself again to my sister - she still doesn’t process that I’m scared so I yell at her and she finally stops. We’re about 20 feet away from the guy and I’m saying to my sister that I’m freaked out by this guy in the middle of the street up ahead and I don’t know what to do and that’s when I see him slowly walk back towards the edge of the street again and disappear out of view.
In a panic, I make the quick decision to just peddle for my life past this guy and get home. However, as I’m going past the spot in the road where he was, I look over and I don’t see anyone at all. I still have no idea where he could have gone. We made it home safe and it’s been a funny story to tell people but I still have no clue what that guy was doing or what his intentions were on this empty island at 4am.
One night, my family and I were hanging out on the back porch having some drinks and talking late into the night. Just as everyone was cleaning up and getting ready to head to bed, I happened to walk outside and noticed how incredible the stars were. I live in the suburbs outside of a big city, so I can see about 20 stars on a good night but the entire sky here was filled with stars. I called to my sister and we both stood in awe as everyone else went to bed. That’s when we both decided we wanted to hop on our bikes and go for a late night ride.
I’m 28 and my sister is 36, but something about creeping out of the house without telling anyone made us both feel like teenagers again. We rode off down the island laughing and looking up at the stars before deciding to stop at the opposite end of the island and just enjoy the view and talk for awhile. It was empty and quiet on the island as it was almost 4am. We hadn’t seen any other person this entire time.
We finally decide to start biking back and we’re not really talking much anymore as we focus on heading back. We start rounding a bend getting closer to our house when I see up ahead, under the only streetlight on the road, a man standing by himself on the side of the road. Before I can even process what I’m seeing, he starts walking towards the middle of the road and stops in center of the street staring at us as we approach. My sister is a little bit ahead of me so I try to warn her without being too loud but she just responds with “huh? I don’t see anyone.” I’m watching her and I bike closer and I feel my heart racing so I repeat myself again to my sister - she still doesn’t process that I’m scared so I yell at her and she finally stops. We’re about 20 feet away from the guy and I’m saying to my sister that I’m freaked out by this guy in the middle of the street up ahead and I don’t know what to do and that’s when I see him slowly walk back towards the edge of the street again and disappear out of view.
In a panic, I make the quick decision to just peddle for my life past this guy and get home. However, as I’m going past the spot in the road where he was, I look over and I don’t see anyone at all. I still have no idea where he could have gone. We made it home safe and it’s been a funny story to tell people but I still have no clue what that guy was doing or what his intentions were on this empty island at 4am.
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#44
I lived in a possessed house when I was like 8-9 years old.
My mom decided to finish her relationship with my step-dad because he was toxic. A friend of my mom decided to offer us his house to us (mom, brother and I). He was living alone in that moment, so we're going to be his roommates, they knew from childhood.
Eventually him and my mom started dating.
Here's the spooky part.
I always felt like the house was way too dark, but I thought that maybe it was just my idea.
During our first week living there, we heard like someone was throwing rocks in our roof.
We ran outside and there wasn't a single person. This continued to happen for months.
We started fighting continuously because we all ended up being angry for EVERYTHING. Which was uncommon for us, I mean, we had fights but not that often and not that violent.
The house had two enormous rooms, so I shared with my brother and we had a TV in our room.
During our first month living in this house, the TV in the living room turned on ALONE. The volume used to increase and decrease, the channels changed and when someone walked in, the TV turned off.
I was grounded for that a couple of times because my mom thought it was me, but my brother told her one time that he was awake because of the volume and my saw me in my bed across the room, completely asleep.
That's when my mom started considering that something was wrong with the place. She started looking other places so we could move out asap.
Months passed... My mom has one or two shifts at night during the year.
She used to sleep some hours during the morning, when my brother and I attended school, and then she spent some time with us during the afternoon.
We used to sleep early, so around 8-9 we got into bed until the next morning.
My mom used to come to our room to say goodbye before leaving for her shift, and then we heard her knocking in our window. We thought that it was her saying goodbye, but some days later that sound woke up my brother. As I said before, we had a lot of fights, so one day my brother told my mom that it was enough for her to say goodbye in our room, and requested her to stop knocking in the window.
She and her boyfriend looked at each other and said the she never did that, nor did him because they didn't want to wake us up.
At the end of that week, my mom took my brother and I to our grandparents house and moved in there during the next week.
She didn't say much to me, but she did told my brother the reason as he was older in that moment.
She said that a couple of days after he told her about the knocking she decided to sleep in our room during the day and SHE HEARD IT.
She said loudly "please, leave us alone", the TV in the living room turned on. She walked outside and she told my brother that she saw a shadow running to the kitchen to hide between our fridges (we had 2, that's a different story). She grabbed her stuff and left the house.
She went to the church and told the priest about it, he went to the house for a blessing and he was the one who told my mom that there was something wicked in our house and recommended her to leave before something worst happened.
We left. My mom asked her ex (he didn't want us to leave) about the situation. He said that when he was young him and his cousins played the ouija board and got way too scared so they left the game open.
For almost 40 years it was open, gathering energy.
My mom decided to finish her relationship with my step-dad because he was toxic. A friend of my mom decided to offer us his house to us (mom, brother and I). He was living alone in that moment, so we're going to be his roommates, they knew from childhood.
Eventually him and my mom started dating.
Here's the spooky part.
I always felt like the house was way too dark, but I thought that maybe it was just my idea.
During our first week living there, we heard like someone was throwing rocks in our roof.
We ran outside and there wasn't a single person. This continued to happen for months.
We started fighting continuously because we all ended up being angry for EVERYTHING. Which was uncommon for us, I mean, we had fights but not that often and not that violent.
The house had two enormous rooms, so I shared with my brother and we had a TV in our room.
During our first month living in this house, the TV in the living room turned on ALONE. The volume used to increase and decrease, the channels changed and when someone walked in, the TV turned off.
I was grounded for that a couple of times because my mom thought it was me, but my brother told her one time that he was awake because of the volume and my saw me in my bed across the room, completely asleep.
That's when my mom started considering that something was wrong with the place. She started looking other places so we could move out asap.
Months passed... My mom has one or two shifts at night during the year.
She used to sleep some hours during the morning, when my brother and I attended school, and then she spent some time with us during the afternoon.
We used to sleep early, so around 8-9 we got into bed until the next morning.
My mom used to come to our room to say goodbye before leaving for her shift, and then we heard her knocking in our window. We thought that it was her saying goodbye, but some days later that sound woke up my brother. As I said before, we had a lot of fights, so one day my brother told my mom that it was enough for her to say goodbye in our room, and requested her to stop knocking in the window.
She and her boyfriend looked at each other and said the she never did that, nor did him because they didn't want to wake us up.
At the end of that week, my mom took my brother and I to our grandparents house and moved in there during the next week.
She didn't say much to me, but she did told my brother the reason as he was older in that moment.
She said that a couple of days after he told her about the knocking she decided to sleep in our room during the day and SHE HEARD IT.
She said loudly "please, leave us alone", the TV in the living room turned on. She walked outside and she told my brother that she saw a shadow running to the kitchen to hide between our fridges (we had 2, that's a different story). She grabbed her stuff and left the house.
She went to the church and told the priest about it, he went to the house for a blessing and he was the one who told my mom that there was something wicked in our house and recommended her to leave before something worst happened.
We left. My mom asked her ex (he didn't want us to leave) about the situation. He said that when he was young him and his cousins played the ouija board and got way too scared so they left the game open.
For almost 40 years it was open, gathering energy.
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#45
Long story as short as possiblez. For reference, I’m 25f and English
I’m a journalist and go on press trips, which are organised by big tech companies and they pay for me to do everything. Literally every single trip has sorted everything out, transfers from the airport which is a chauffeur etc
This one woman approached me on LinkedIn which should have been the first red flag
And said she worked very closely the journalist who I replaced, (we had a crossover of line a week) He did do a trip with this company so seemed like it checked out
She then asked me if I booked my flights etc… and I said sorry, usually the companies prearrange that, they said no problem they’ll do it
Usually I’ll get loads of contact details of all the PR people, check ins, the chauffeur company, etc
But I received no details except my flight and hotel
I asked more about the transfer at the airport today and she says due to a strike in Belgium (??)
She’s cancelled all transfers and to just get An Uber
Seemed weird? How is that related? Was she just not going to tell me? when I landed at 23:30?
Then I checked the Uber and it was 199 euros which I can’t afford, frankly shouldn’t have to, and tbh they shouldn’t be expecting for a female journalist to just get an Uber in a foreign country at midnight anyways?
I know that seems dramatic, but that’s just how it’s done. It just all started seeming really, really weird, and I hadn’t had any contact with anyone else in the company, so I reached out to the former journo
Who told me ‘I can honestly say I’ve never heard or spoke to her’
Which was just the final red flag, that’s what she based the whole thing on
It doesn’t help that my pre-trip fun fact about Malaga was that it’s only 30miles away from Morocco/Albania either and those areas have higher crime rates than what I am personally used to
I’ve since checked with the official official company, and there’s no event on their website
I got the first flight home instead, reached out to the woman just in case I was being dramatic or paranoid, expressing my concerns and said this led to me not feeling safe and she dismissed it all and asked if I wanted to meet up for drinks to ‘make up’ for it
I said I returned home. She never replied and now she’s blocked me.
I’m a journalist and go on press trips, which are organised by big tech companies and they pay for me to do everything. Literally every single trip has sorted everything out, transfers from the airport which is a chauffeur etc
This one woman approached me on LinkedIn which should have been the first red flag
And said she worked very closely the journalist who I replaced, (we had a crossover of line a week) He did do a trip with this company so seemed like it checked out
She then asked me if I booked my flights etc… and I said sorry, usually the companies prearrange that, they said no problem they’ll do it
Usually I’ll get loads of contact details of all the PR people, check ins, the chauffeur company, etc
But I received no details except my flight and hotel
I asked more about the transfer at the airport today and she says due to a strike in Belgium (??)
She’s cancelled all transfers and to just get An Uber
Seemed weird? How is that related? Was she just not going to tell me? when I landed at 23:30?
Then I checked the Uber and it was 199 euros which I can’t afford, frankly shouldn’t have to, and tbh they shouldn’t be expecting for a female journalist to just get an Uber in a foreign country at midnight anyways?
I know that seems dramatic, but that’s just how it’s done. It just all started seeming really, really weird, and I hadn’t had any contact with anyone else in the company, so I reached out to the former journo
Who told me ‘I can honestly say I’ve never heard or spoke to her’
Which was just the final red flag, that’s what she based the whole thing on
It doesn’t help that my pre-trip fun fact about Malaga was that it’s only 30miles away from Morocco/Albania either and those areas have higher crime rates than what I am personally used to
I’ve since checked with the official official company, and there’s no event on their website
I got the first flight home instead, reached out to the woman just in case I was being dramatic or paranoid, expressing my concerns and said this led to me not feeling safe and she dismissed it all and asked if I wanted to meet up for drinks to ‘make up’ for it
I said I returned home. She never replied and now she’s blocked me.
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