Have you ever had anything happen to you that you just can’t explain? Seen something that didn’t belong or had a visit from something that wasn’t human? These 30 stories, via AskReddit, are from people who have had creepy and unexplainable things happen to them.

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I once had a dream that I was being pulled under my bed by some unseen force. I woke up under my bed.



I was once told to pick up my brother from school, so I was walking through a few narrow pathways where I saw him waving at me and he started running. I thought that this was an invitation to chase after him so I obliged and was catching up before I reached a crossed path where he had just vanished. I didn’t think much of it until we were discussing it when I arrived at the house and he swore on his life that he did not see me on the way home and he walked with his friends.



One day I was home from school from some kind of abdominal pains. I went up to lay in bed and I felt something heavy just drop on the sheets between my legs. I looked nothing there. Nothing was on the ceiling that could have dropped either.

My mum used to have nights where she’d wake up in pitch blackness (there was always a streetlight shining through the window) and feel like someone was on top of her choking her too. That house was weird.



A few years back I was falling asleep with my wife cuddled up to me on my left side. I’m at that point where I’m just starting to fall asleep but still very slightly lucid. Suddenly the hair on my body sorta stands up, I feel this chill, and then I hear this weird almost “whisper” in my right ear. It sounded almost like someone talking backwards (think Spirit Healer from WoW.) My eyes snapped opened and nothing is out of the ordinary so I go back to sleep and just brush it off as my imagination.

The next morning my wife says she had this weird dream. She says she dreamed she was in bed and her old childhood friend was standing at the foot of the bed. He climbed onto the bed and began whispering in my right ear. She said she thought it was kinda a weird dream since her friend had recently committed suicide.



This happened when I was living in Indonesia to set the scene. If anyone on the minute off chance knows this woman or someone has told you this happened to them please do pipe up. It’s obsessed me since it happened and I think about this woman every day.

So, we had a house for a while that was a bit like a wedding cake, on top was a little snug/nook room a bit like a ship crows nest, you could see for ages around. We were in the middle of an empty, square patch of land and it backed on to an unused field, big, flat, open, nowhere to hide. No trees lining it, just more flat fields and then a tall back wall. A wall of about 4 foot high separated the field and my house.

One day, late afternoon kind of time, I’m up there just relaxing and I hear these blood-curdling screams “help me, help me” all of that, a woman, probably Australian/Kiwi screaming in English, I’ve never heard anything like it.

From my nest, I can see her running across the field at the back, kind of limping, pretty sure she was bloodied, fucked up, either way, she was about halfway through it when I saw her (big field). I run down to the ground floor and towards the field and she was gone, no sign of her at all. It took me all of about a minute if that, I was gunning it down there to get to the field but she had just vanished.

Nowhere to be seen. Unless Usain Bolt was pursuing her it is incredibly, incredibly unlikely someone came into the field, grabbed her and pulled her back out without me having seen them. Pretty much impossible really.

I sent my house security out to look for her, I stayed in the field looking and they went towards where she came from and over the wall she had to have come over to get into the field. It was an unused holiday villa and they found a sandal and a bit of blood, nothing else, there was blood on the wall where she climbed over but nothing going the other way, so I know I didn’t imagine it or make it up.

We called the police and they came and had a look and they also found nothing. Posters went up and stuff, nobody got back to us or anything.

Fuck only knows what happened when I was coming downstairs but I know it can’t have been good. Still freaks me the fuck out.



I seriously found one of my pet tortoises casually munching on some leaves in a tree. To this day, we still don’t know how the actual fuck she got up there.



My boyfriend lives in a huge plantation home on a 350-acre farm that is surrounded by other large farms.

Very historic, very beautiful, very creepy.

Animals won’t come upstairs, his siblings who also grew up in the house won’t stay the night, my boyfriend has specific rooms in the house he refuses to go in.

Anyway, one night we were in bed probably around 2 am. He was asleep, I was just about to fall asleep when I heard something outside. I brushed it off at first because the woods behind the house are full of coyotes and I thought that was what I was hearing.

The second time (2-3 seconds after the first) I heard it I completely woke up. It was definitely not coyotes. It was a woman outside calling for John. She sounded really distressed. I heard her call for John for another 10-15 seconds and it stopped. It was such an eerie experience.

Her voice was clear as day and I was wide awake after I heard her the first time.

I mentioned something to my boyfriend about it the next morning. He said that was a new one. Then one morning, exactly a month later, he asks what name I heard a woman yelling outside. I told him ‘John’ and he said he heard the same thing the night before.

We set a reminder to wait upon it the next month but nothing happened.



About 10 years ago, I was at a relative’s house, a cottage in a small Michigan coastal town, for my summer vacation. She was almost completely deaf (without hearing aids she was completely deaf). Because of her impairment, she had a security system that flashed lights and called her home phone (which also had a light) in addition to a sound alarm. This is important later.

I had gone out to see the 4th of July carnival and arrived home at 11:00. My relative went to sleep at 8:00 every night at the latest. When I came in, I turned off the alarm (essentially signed myself in) and turned it back on again, like I did every time I came home late. I poured myself a glass of water and walked upstairs.

Now, upstairs there was a long hallway. At the end of it was the door to a patio overlooking the backyard. We never used it because it wasn’t up to code (the house was built in the late 1800s, and many aspects weren’t worth the money it would cost to fix them). So there was a decorative antique chair that was propped against the door to the back patio. When I walked in that night, the chair was propped against my bedroom door instead, leaned underneath the doorknob as if to keep someone from exiting. I bolted for my relative’s room to find her fast asleep. Her guard dog was also asleep. I woke my relative up and she put in her hearing aids.

She called the alarm company and they had no record of anything besides her setting the alarm at 6:30 and my entrance at 11:00. They called the police anyway. When the cops arrived, they moved the chair and attempted to open my bedroom door. It was locked. The doorknob was original to the house, and there was no key for it. So the cops and I walked out on the front balcony and used my key to open the sliding doors. Everything was as it should have been, and when we opened the door from the inside, it wasn’t even locked.

The cops searched the entire house and found nobody, and nothing was missing. I have no idea why there was a chair barricading my bedroom door, and why it appeared locked when the lock wasn’t even turned. The police sent for a fingerprinting kit and they found NO fingerprints on the chair, not even my relative’s. Nobody knew why. I had trouble sleeping in that room after that. The police kept an undercover cop outside for a week since my relative was a beloved member of the community. Nothing fishy happened. A few other creepy things happened in that home if anyone is interested.



One night, my neighbours and I were out on a pontoon sharing stories about the area and our homes. Our houses were on a stretch of land bought out by professionals in Detroit and Minneapolis who decided to all build vacation homes together. My relative’s house was built by a doctor from Detroit. One night after the family had finished supper, the mother couldn’t find their youngest daughter. They sent out a search party and found nothing.

Two nights later they found her body washed up on the nearby Indian reservation island. The kicker was that the island was upstream from the house. Almost everyone who lived on our street has claimed to see her, this four-year-old in a long petticoat, wandering down the street. One woman claimed to see her trying to open our front door, about twenty years before she told me. Very creepy.

I had a healthy fear of a few parts of the house. There was a dumbwaiter that had been sealed up, and later opened and turned into a laundry chute. Once my cousin looked down jokingly during a midnight game of hide and seek and saw a face looking up at her. There was a back bedroom that was originally servants quarters. We turned it into a guest room, and nobody liked to sleep there. We had cable installed in every room, and in that room, the channel would switch every half hour to static and then back again.

Everyone the cable company sent out was equally baffled. One of them joked that our house was marked as haunted on the service notes. Eventually, we just took the television out of the room.

The weirdest thing was in my bedroom. In the late 1990s, my relative bought the home from the daughter of the family who had lived there for the previous fifty-odd years. Her uncle was schizophrenic, and in the 1970s he lived in my room. When my relative moved in, she had the cedar panelling in the closets removed and replaced. When the old panelling was removed, it was covered in newspaper clippings. Mostly local, some national, all featuring disappearances and murders, and some interviews with celebrities and photographs of celebrities. We assumed this was normal, a form of insulation or prep for panelling, but of course not in this weird-ass house.

It turns out that collage was once an art therapy favoured for schizophrenia and other disorders, and the uncle was encouraged to paste pictures on the closet walls (but not on his bedroom walls, which to this day feature wallpaper installed in the 1920s). When a piece of the wallpaper started peeling, my relative had her handyman paste it back up. In order to make it look clean, he peeled it off further to reapply it. Underneath the wallpaper strip was writing. A lot of it. Things that make sense when associated with schizophrenia, but terrifying otherwise (get out, they can hear me, etc.). I was understandably terrified of it in combination with the chair episode in my first comment.

There were also lots of hidden nooks and crannies. A corner of my closet slid out to reveal a hiding spot. There was a tiny door in the kitchen that led to absolutely nothing. We turned it into a pantry, but once we put shelving in the door wouldn’t open anymore. We sealed it with caulk and paint and ignored it. The garage in the backyard had a cellar below that had concrete poured in sometime during the 1950s. The dogs would stand near the cellar door and bark if the garage door was open to them.



About two years after my uncle killed himself, we had a big sixtieth birthday party for my grandmother. We brought the helium balloons home to her condo after the party. One of them started following her – including going down under door frames and bulkheads, then going back up to the ceiling. We never saw it, it would just turn up.

It was printed “I love you, Mom”.



This took place around 4 years ago. I was outside one day waiting for my mother to arrive home from work. I was looking down the road we live on, and I noticed something that I first thought was a deer. It walked out into the middle of the road and I realised it was on two legs. I decided to whistle at it. it then froze about 3/4 of the way across the road. After a couple more whistles, it ran across the road. Could have been a person, but I fucking swear it had inverted knees. That’s the part that freaked me the fuck out.



This happened about 6 years ago. A couple of friends and I have decided to go out into the woods and build a “base camp”. We brought axes, machetes, fuel and a tent. We walked deep into the woods and spent all day cutting down trees and building a makeshift fence. Being idiots as it became dark we realized we had no way to see. We started a fire and I realized if we pour some fuel into a small can we can light the fumes at the top and create a torch.

We made several torches and placed them in the surrounding woods. It got very dark we needed more logs for the fire so I was out about 20 meters from our camp I could hear my friends talking. I was swinging at the tree when I felt something hit my back. I froze and turned out around staring into the dark forest right at the edge of lights from our torches. I saw nothing and I assumed something had fallen off the tree and hit my shoulder. Right as I was about the swing something hits me in the back of the head and it hurt enough to make me swing around again. I saw a rock at my feet and I was terrified now.

Turning back to walk towards camp I could hear my friends and see the light from the fire I kept turning my head looking into the darkness about halfway to camp a rock flew by me, missing my head by inches. I ran back to camp and told everyone and they saw the terror in my face. We sat for a while before more rocks came, we couldn’t see anyone or anything just rocks flying into camp. Needless to say, we didn’t sleep, just chilled in the tent holding machetes and keeping a big fire. There were so many rocks in the morning, the thought still terrifies me. We were deep in the woods no one else should have been out there, I want to say it was a person but we didn’t hear anything or see anything. Just so many rocks.

Just to clarify there were no cliffs of any sort we were rural Saskatchewan in Canada. I would love to say it was Bigfoot but the forest was silent, if it was Bigfoot then he’s light on his feet. All you could hear was the rocks hitting the ground, the thought of laying there hearing these still freaks me out. There should have been no people around we were really deep in the forest, we were far away from any kind if town/settlement almost in a nature reserve. Walking back to my friends I felt like the whole Forest was watching me, haunting feeling to be so vulnerable and trying to keep it together while wondering if your crazy or if you’re really in danger.

There was a lot of rocks in the morning well over 100 ranging in sizes, some were scarily large. None larger than the size of a fist.



Back when I was 15, maybe 16, I was at my Grandparents house where the whole family would get together pretty often. So, there were 17 of us all hanging out and no reason for anything creepy to happen or let imagination create things. Anyways, I was in the kitchen which is on the second story and is connected to a balcony. As I was walking past the sliding doors that go outside I see clear as day a man sitting on one of the railings facing outwards.

He was blue-hued, almost glowing. It was really just a glance that I saw him and had to do a double-take, but when I looked back for my second look he turns, looks at me over his shoulder, gives a smirk, and puts his hands together and dives off the edge. I quickly went out and looked over the edge, but obviously found nothing. It’s just one of the weird things to happen in that house!



When I was 17 our neighbour’s son died from a drug overdose, he had just graduated High School the night before. I had seen the guy around but never really interacted with him, however, his dad and mine were the typical close/helpful neighbours so I had developed a slight friendship with his father. Anyways a few weeks pass and his dad comes over with a box of things he wanted to get rid of, all belonging to Nathan (his son). He asked if I wanted the things and I said sure, it was pretty awkward but I felt like he needed me to have them.

In the box was a pair of light blue and white Jordans, pretty old but I figured I could use them for weed eating and typical yard work. I later realize there was something written on the tongue of the shoes, NB – Nathan Black. That gave me chills, not sure why it took me realizing his son had written on the shoes to be weirded out by wearing them but it did.

This wasn’t the creepiest part though. A few weeks go by and I’m home alone, I leave my room and head down the hallway toward the kitchen (it’s pitch black) and as soon as I round the corner I make out a white figure about 15 feet ahead of me. It was so strange because I didn’t feel fear, more like a weird safe feeling. I blinked a bunch of times and I could make out Nathan, just staring at me.

It took a few seconds but then I smashed the hallway light switch as hard as I could and he went away. It happened a few more times when I was living there. I feel like the kid was watching over me, either that or he was pissed I was slowly ruining his Jordans.



I saw a shadow man of some kind once. When I turned off my lights to go to bed, I saw a shadow man who turned and looked at me, put on a shadow hat, turned around and walked out a shadow door and closed the door behind him. Only paranormal type thing I’ve ever experienced.



My parents moved when I was in college. The house they moved into had been built in the 90s. The owner’s wife had died in it but it’s definitely not a stereotypical haunted house and doesn’t have a lot of history.

I’m very sceptical, I’m not saying these are ghostly things, they’re just weird and I can’t explain them.

First, I was up late at night, all by myself in my room. I had a bag of craft supplies on the high shelf in my closet. It was wedged behind some small suitcases and duffel bags. Out of nowhere, the bag just flew off the shelf. I have no clue how it even got from behind the suitcases.

Same house, another time. I tend to shower late at night. My mom and stepdad were asleep, no one else was in the house. I got out of the shower and was drying off when the definitely locked (I’m the kind of person who checks the door 3 or 4 times to make sure it’s locked) bathroom door flies open, hard enough to bounce off the wall next to it. I got out of there fast.



Probably a month or two ago, I was playing Xbox in the basement when my 3-year-old niece came down to talk to me and play with my old Legos. About ten minutes of us building some kind of house or something, she looks over to the other side of the basement where there is a pool table and the bathroom connecting to my brother’s old room. She stares over there for a few minutes and says in her 3-year-old voice, “What was that?”

“What do you mean?”

“I heard something. Over there,” she says and starts to slowly make her way to hide behind a leg of the pool table and peer around the edge.

“What’re you looking at, little one?”

“That, Alex (not my real name). That right there,” she says quietly, pointing to the corner by the bathroom door.

“There’s nothing there, child.”

“Yes! There’s another human. Another human,” she points again to the corner, “Right there.” She then starts to tentatively walk further towards the bathroom and curiously says, “Hi, my name’s Ally (again, not her real name). Where are you going?” She starts to walk further into the bathroom, apparently following something.

Now I don’t really believe in the paranormal but I’m really weirded out at this point and we are the only two people in the basement. I’m not about to let my niece follow some ghost into the dark so I’m right behind her, looking for any rational explanation.

She says again into the dark, “Hello? What’s your name?”

Right after she says that the lights in the bathroom and my brother’s room turn on. And I don’t mean the lights just turned on because of a wiring mistake or something, I mean that I saw and heard the lights switches flip. So I picked my niece up, grabbed our Legos and we went upstairs where our dogs could protect us.

I still don’t know what the fuck that was or why she thought she saw someone but it hasn’t happened since.



I moved out of my mom’s house at 17. Among other shitty things, my mom said: “anything you don’t take with you I’m throwing away”. So I loaded everything I owned into a backpack and 4 large garbage bags. I couldn’t call anybody to pick me up so I had to carry everything over 5 miles to my girlfriend’s house. The bags were huge so I had to pick up one while pushing another a little ways then set them down and go back to carry and push the other two. This became more difficult the more I went. It wasn’t even a quarter of a mile before I was screaming, crying and breaking down from it. Then I hear a strange sound. I look over to see a shopping cart rolling in my direction and it stops very close to me. I was overjoyed but also very confused. I was not anywhere where’d you expect a shopping cart and I didn’t see anybody around to push it toward me. I felt overwhelmed by the joy but also by an uncomfortable feeling like a higher being watching and influencing my life. I yelled “Thank you” a lot, loaded the cart and was able to get to my girlfriend’s place much faster. I still get goosebumps thinking about how the cart came out of nowhere right to me at the perfect time I needed it.



This is actually something I’ve only thought about recently. I was really young when it happened and I guess never really connected the dots with the two events until recently. When I was like 6 or 7, my mum was really late picking me up from school one afternoon. I don’t remember there being many kids, so it must’ve been late, and I noticed this girl from my grade sitting by herself, looking really sad. I didn’t know her to well, she had never been in the same class as me, but I went over and asked if she was okay. Then she just started crying, like so fucking hard it rattled me. So I asked her what was wrong but she couldn’t really respond, she was just crying so hard, but I did hear her say “planes” a couple of times. Obviously, as a 6 yr old, I didn’t know how to fucking handle the situation (I probably thought she just had a fear of planes or something, idk), so I just sat there for a while with her until a teacher noticed us and took her to the office. Then my mum arrived and I just never really thought about it again.

The next day the planes hit the World Trade Center over in America.

I was too young to really comprehend what happened, let alone connect that to what happened with the girl. And it could 100% just be a coincidence, but man, the way she was crying…it just makes the whole thing really eerie.

I don’t think I ever checked up on her after. I wish I had.



A little late to the party, but here is my story.

This happened a few months ago, and it was at the time very cold where I live. This caused me to have the heater on a very high setting in order to not freeze.

I was laying in bed, half-asleep, and I felt someone sit down on the bed beside me. I figured it was a friend or sibling of mine, playing a practical joke. I look up to see a jet black figure sitting at the foot of my bed. This figure had no facial features of any sort. It was just a vaguely humanoid black shape.

I still thought that this was some kind of sick joke, so I slowly turned the lights on. This didn’t change anything. The black shape was still there, with no change to the colour. It was as if it was sucking the light out of the room.

I reached out to touch the strange being, and it did not react in the slightest until my hand was mere inches from what would be the face, at which point the shape began to flinch away. As I made contact with the being, my hand was consumed with the coldest sensation I have ever experienced. It felt like my hand was in liquid nitrogen. The creature emitted a shrill sound like a broken violin and then vanished.

The strangest thing about this incident was that I wasn’t the only one who experienced it. A neighbour told me that she had experienced the same thing at a similar time, and the shrieking sound that the creature made was heard by other people nearby.

I was the only one who touched the creature, but other victims reported that their “shadow people” vanished just after the loud shriek.

As of yet, the shadow people have yet to make another appearance.

Just as a side note, only one other person actually saw the shadow person that night, at least, as far as I know. Her story is somewhat different.

As opposed to being awoken by the being, she walked into a room to see the being standing next to her bed. She backed out of the room, only to hear the shrieking sound coming from inside the bedroom. She looked back inside only to see the creature vanish.



I fell unconscious in front of my friends for what was 1 minute give or take. During that time, my deceased dad came to me in a vision and foretold that my life would shape up exactly the way it did. That was two year ago.



I was on my family’s yearly camping trip and we were having a seance. There was a window in the cabin and I became terrified to even have it in my peripheral vision. Eventually, the evil I felt moved on and the window was safe, but now I was meeting my brother’s best friend, Blaine, for the first time. This boy had died a few years back in a car accident, but I felt as if I had known him all my life. I broke down and sobbed while Blaine laughed at me because I was a pussy and he made me cry. Brother confirmed that sounds like something he’d do.

Shortly after that, I got a strange feeling that I was going to die. No pain, no harm, no reason, but I was going to just drop dead. I sobbed again and it was probably the scariest experience I have ever had in my life. I knew with 100% certainty that I was going to die and I knew I could do absolutely nothing to stop it. The fear of being so utterly powerless still terrifies me today. My cousin grabbed my hand, pulled away as she pinched her fingers together, and as soon as her hand released mine I instantly felt better. The same fear that I had earlier came back as I felt the same evil in my cousin’s hand that I previously felt outside the window.

Another paranormal story from my childhood: Most kids have an imaginary friend and parents accept it as normal. I, however, had a ghost friend instead. We hung out and did everything you’d expect, but it was always at my house. One day Ian invited me to his house and my parents were sceptical but decided it couldn’t hurt to see what would happen. I gave them directions to an area I had never been in and upon arrival realized there wasn’t a house there… We did some research and about 15 years prior to meeting Ian it turns out there was a fire in the night that killed the entire family. The son, Ian, was one of the victims in this tragedy. Immediately after discovering this information, Ian got trapped in a fire while we were playing and ‘died.’ I viewed this as normal and never saw him again.



About 15 years ago, on my birthday, I received a phone call and the caller ID was my grandmother’s phone number. She had passed away 11 months prior. I answered but there was no one there. I called it back and the number was disconnected.



I was hanging around with some friends around a fire in an open area of a small forest near a beach. Lots of my friends were getting drunk or high but I avoided it, I disliked the taste of the beer they were drinking and I also didn’t want to smoke it. At around 11:30, I had to go home and my friend went with me. We were all alone and started walking down a path out of the woods and it was pitch black, only the lights of our cellphones were used to help guide us. At one point my friend said “Hold it, stop! Turn out your light!” and I did.

I could faintly see his own outline right next to me and he was pointing to somewhere in the woods off the path. The moon came out behind the cloud and I could see what he was pointing at. There was a man standing next to a tree, define the head and shoulders and torso. I thought he was taking a piss but it felt odd and I was ready to get out of there.

My friend shined his cellphone in that direction but the light wasn’t exactly far enough to see but I swear it looked like the guy was facing us, staring. My friend whispered “Alright, let’s back off, come on.” and suddenly there was the snap of a branch and this guy was charging towards us through the foliage and tree branches.

We sprinted as fast as we could and didn’t look back. My friend later noted when we got back to my house he thought the dude looked like he had no legs and was sort of floating through the air straight for us. I didn’t get a good enough look, I just saw him jolt towards us fast and moving quick.



So I moved to this new place about 5 years ago to pursue better career prospects. While here, I began dating a colleague of mine. However, we were both living as paying guests in different houses at the time and were not allowed to visit each other according to house rules. So we pretty much spent all evening after work outside and only turned up to our rooms to sleep, wash,… So the room I stayed at was located in this old apartment complex outside a local train station.

The elevator opened onto the 6th and 9th floors only. All other floors were accessible only by stairs. My room was located on the 7th floor so I had to take the elevator to the 6th floor and then climb up the stairwell. It was very late around 2 A.M, and after our usual nightly walks, my boyfriend dropped me off close to the building and headed off to his room. As I began to walk towards the lift landing, I had this eerie feeling of being followed. So I picked up the pace and caught the elevator going up and when I turned around just as the doors closed, I noticed there was no one there.

When the doors opened onto the 6th floor, I was still very scared and anxious and could not shake off the eerie feeling. So I ran up the stairs and opened the door of the apartment. I was then renting the room from an old woman and her daughter who lived there. It was a 2 bedroom apartment, and the daughter liked to turn on the aircon quite high so the old lady slept in the hall. So when i opened the door that night, I found the old woman asleep in the hall as usual. I quickly locked up and went to my room and thought nothing of it till the next morning. It was around 7 A.M when I woke up to get some water.

When returning to the room I noticed a broom placed across the front door. Again, I thought nothing of it and went back to my room. When I finally got back out, the old lady was sitting on the couch, and she asked me what time I got in the previous night. I said it was late around 2 AM. She said she had dreamed that there was someone following me very closely and wanting to get into the house. And so she had placed the broom at the front door to prevent that person from entering.



I was roughly 10 when this happened. My brother and I shared a room together and I woke up pretty early one morning, the sun wasn’t up yet. I looked around the room and saw the shelf that had a basket with a sweater on top of it. I thought to myself “hmm. kinda looks like someone is standing there.” I knew it was just a basket and a sweater because I saw them before I went to sleep. Then this figure moved closer to the side of my bed. it didn’t move with smooth transitions, it seemed to almost teleport in a way. It made 4 total movements to get to the side of my bed, making no noise in the process. I got very scared and hid under my blankets and waited for about a minute or so. I lifted a part of my blanket to peek out and see if it was still there, and it was. It seemed hunched over as if it was peeking back at me. I got even more frightened and hid under my blankets for a few more minutes. I peeked one more time and it was gone. All I could see was the door and wall. I slowly removed myself from underneath my blanket and began turning my head to survey the room and saw it, on the other side of my bed, except it was closer to my brother’s bed than mine, it seemed like it was looking at him now. still terrified, I hid under my blankets until the sun came up. I have not even the slightest clue what I saw that morning.



When I was in high school I had a teacher who wrote short stories. One, in particular, was especially freaky and I asked him where he got the inspiration from. Turns out it was based on something that happened to him a few years earlier. He’s sitting home late one night when he hears several people banging on his door. He opens it and finds several boys from the football team begging to come in. They were all extremely frightened and some of them close to tears or crying.

They said they had been driving down the road when their car died. Now we live in rural Idaho, and this was before cell phones. They thought they were lucky because the car died right in front of the only store in miles. The store was closed but there was a payphone. The phone is right next to the road.

As they approach, the phone starts ringing. Confused, one of them decided to answer it. The voice that came through the phone was audible to all the boys. The voice started by saying he was the devil and that he stopped their car. My memory’s a little hazy on what else he said. But next, he tells them to turn around. They do and see a man standing on the opposite side of the road. They said they could see red eyes but the rest of his figure was black. The man starts walking towards them across the road.

At this point, they were basically all shitting themselves and were apparently too scared to run. Not like there was anywhere to go, they were miles from the next town. As the man reached the middle of the road a semi-truck approached. The truck driver slammed on his brakes and swerved trying to avoid him. The semi went right through him. After the semi had passed he was gone, vanished. Nobody or any sign of an impact.

At that moment their car started. They jumped in and that’s when they drove to my teacher’s house. My teacher is a religious man and I guess that’s why they chose to run to him. My teacher was pretty skeptical of the whole thing and decided to go to the spot where it happened the next day. He saw the big skid marks from a semi slamming on its brakes. He also said the spot just felt weird. So he decided to turn it into a story. After he told me that I never stopped at that store EVER again.



Just this Friday I had come home around 11 pm after going out to dinner with a friend. I was lying in bed on my phone (typical Friday) and eventually dozed off. When I woke up my phone was not on my bed or the floor anywhere so I go to find my iPhone and it shows it’s still at my house. I play the sound and walk around every inch of my house unable to find it. I decide to go check my porch and as soon as I step outside I hear the faint “bing” noise coming from my phone.

After looking around my porch trying to figure out where the noise was coming from I got to a spot where it sounded like it was right above me. Sure enough, I get a ladder and climb up the side of my roof and its sitting on my shingles above the window of the guest room. Still, have no fucking idea how it got there as no one else was at my house that night.



I don’t remember this happening as I was very young but it’s still something that my mom talks about to this day.

I was a wee lad almost 2 I think when my mom’s father passed away from pancreatic cancer. He used to play with me apparently in my old toy room as a way to take his mind off his cancer. My mom says she would always hear me giggle whenever he did. Getting off track so it’s the day after his funeral. I’m in the toy room and she’s in the kitchen. She hears me giggle and being a curious mom comes and asks me what’s so funny?

“Grandpa came to play with me,” I said. She just stared at me she tells me for a solid 5 seconds and says OK…

Apparently, after she left the room I started giggling again.



My mother has told myself and any one of the night my life was saved by an “Angel” when I was two. I don’t remember any of this, but this incident caused my mom to continue to be as religious as she can be today. Around 10 pm on this night when I was two, the babysitter my mom got me had fallen asleep on the couch, and my mom opened the garage door and walked inside the house expecting me to be upstairs asleep. The door was left open and I crawled out because I guess the street lights and steady rain seemed attractive to me.

My mom explains that after freaking out that she couldn’t find me she ran outside to crawl to the edge of the sidewalk, look forwards and stop right as a large truck began to speed up the street. Sitting across the street in the pouring rain was a teenage boy in a light hoodie and sweatpants staring directly at me shaking his head as in “no”. My mom ran forwards, picked me up and began to come back up the driveway when she turned around and the boy was nowhere to be found.

To this day she believes that the kid was my guardian angel and that if he wasn’t there I would have kept on going right in front of the truck. To whoever that was, thanks.