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The kidnapping attempts are pretty crazy. When my sister was 8, she was walking home, at dusk, from my grandparents apartment. It was, at best, a football field's walk. They lived in one of the beginning buildings and we lived closer to the center of the complex. There was also only one way into the neighborhood. Car pulled up next to her and asked if she wanted a ride. She took off running and screaming. Cops said they can't really do anything.

When I was about 11, we used to play hide and seek in the neighborhood. Ghouls was always the deck in front of my building, so it revolved around our area of the hood a lot. I noticed this van kept driving into the neighborhood, down past the big hill, toward the back of the neighborhood and then back out. It was a rape van. I told some friends what I noticed and I decided to see what the van would do if one of us were all alone ear the road/parking lot. Sure enough, as I stood at the end of the walk way, the can turned onto our road and sped toward me. I took off back toward the group, which I knew was around the building. A couple other friends witnessed and we watched the van circle the neighborhood a couple more times. I told my parents and they checked it out, but the van was gone by that time.

Me and a friend have also been chased by a dude which later led to me having a little breakdown, but it turns out he was looking for the people who broke into his car, and then a babysitter.
 
Got a couple:

- heavy breathing in the corner of the room. Blinds slamming. Taps turning on. Running footsteps inside the unit and more. I hugely detailed this one month event before, if you can find it ;)

- The morning of the Dust Storm was creepy as fuck for me. I had to wake up early for work that day. Slithers of orange light pierced my room. Looking outside was like the apocalypse. I leave my house for work (a 5 minute walk) and my street, which is usually filled with cars, is strangely empty. I walk down, and everything is eerily quiet. I get to the main road and the few cars that were driving emitting green beams through the dust. It blew my mind.
 
Sectorseven said:
Couple years ago I was walking the dog a little after 10 at night. I live on a dead end street that's kind of hidden if you're not looking for it. No sidewalks or street lights and usually quiet even in the day time. Anyway, it's a typical dead quiet night on the road and as I'm coming inside I remember I have to get something out of the car, so less than 30 seconds later I'm back outside and as I approach the car, this guy leaps out of the bushes and starts running away like a bat out of Hell, cutting through yards and everything. No idea what he was up to, but he must have thought I spotted him or something.
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He must've thought you spotted him going in, pretending you didn't. Then came back out with your gun. With the stand your ground laws and such he didn't want to take any chances klol.
 
Sectorseven said:
About ten years ago my family was having a meal out on our deck and saw a V formation of round black objects flying above us. They all insist it was UFOs, but I try to be rational and believe it was some sort of experiment or government test flight.

I have to admit it was unsettling though.
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Technically, its still a UFO: Unidentified Flying Object
Doesn't mean space aliens, it just means stuff in the sky that you can not identify.
 
- Saw a UFO when I was younger. I think I still have a video of it somewhere...I should upload it to YouTube for lulz.

- I was at a friend's house sleeping over when I was somewhere between 12-15. We were outside playing basketball when we heard a noise coming from by the pool. We looked over, saw the pool cover raise up in the middle, stay still for a few seconds, and then sink back down into the pool. Fuuuuucked up.
 
Charlie0108 said:
Not really that creepy but on Tuesday I had a weird day where I'd think about people and they'd just appear,
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You should have tried really hard to think about Megan Fox.

I have had a couple of weird things happen that creeped me out at the time.

First one was walking home from a party with some friends when I was about 17. Obviously, we were all pissed, and were walking through the park near where we all lived and right there in the middle of the pathway, in a pool of blood, was an eyeball. I have no idea who or what the eyeball belonged to, but it was a bit strange to see and more than a little creepy.

Another creepy thing that happened to me involved a derelict house near to where I lived when I was a kid. The house was boarded up, but you could get inside by scaling a partially demolished wall and climbing in through a gap in the boards on a first floor window. Most of the roof of the building was missing, so the top floors were pretty well illuminated, but downstairs was almost pitch black where all the windows were covered.

Me and my buddies had been in there a few times, as it was a good source of random wank mags, but usually stuck to the top floor. One day we decided to be a bit brave and investigate downstairs. Off we went with our torches as the only light and started investigating the downstairs rooms of the house. We hadn't got particularly far into our exploration when, from the darkness, a light was shined in our direction. This was followed by someone shouting at us angrily. I don't think I've ever moved so fast in my life as I moved trying to escape that building on that day. I was fucking terrified.

I assume we had just disturbed a tramp that had been using the place for shelter, but none us felt like sticking around to find out for sure.
 
EndGame82 said:
About 7 years ago I was sleeping at my then girlfriends house(now wife) which is situated in a wooded area. I had my own apartment but we were pretty serious and I spent most of my week at the house she rented.

We got into some type of argument and I decide I'm not sleeping in the same bed with her and head to the empty upstairs bedroom for the night. I distinctly remember turning the light off by the switch and drifting off to sleep with no real feel of fear or dread.

In the middle of the night I'm awoken from a sound sleep to the voice of an old woman whispering in my ear "Mi hijo" I immediately freak the fuck out and reach for the light switch. No dice, doesn't turn on. I then run out of the bedroom, head for the stairs leading to the living room and feel a hand on my shoulder which causes me to fall down the steps and crash down into the front door.

My girlfriend wakes up to this and tells me I'm full of it and that I must have accidently slipped down the stairs on the way to use the bathroom and am just embarrassed. I grab a flashlight and head upstairs to see why the light didn't turn on. Both lamps in the bedroom were unplugged. I know I turned the lights off by the switch. Who the fuck unplugs the cord to turn off lights?

It still creeps me out. I'm caucasian and got a D in spanish, so I even had to look up what "mi hijo" meant! (my son).

Eventually my wife and I rented a place together and when I was staying at my apartment to pack she called me one night balling her eyes out " There's something here. I can feel it, it's watching me, I can't be here alone" This women had never before or ever since been affected by a feeling like that. Let alone cry hysterically about it.

I gave myself goosebumps just retelling the story!
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Your brain played tricks on you. Then you told your wife the story. Her brain played tricks on her.
 
I found a dead duck in my yard when I was like 14 and my mom told me to put it in a garbage bag to take it to the dump. So it just looked like a sleeping duck. I put gloves on and picked it up by its neck
and its wing flopped open and a ton of wriggling maggots dropped out onto my bare foot

I still shudder to think
 
Not sure how many years back, but one dark winter morning during my 5:00 paper route in this populated suburban neighbourhoud I heard this really loud 'brown noise' kind of sound. Going to the next neighbourhood made it fainter, but shortly after just as loud. Went on for like 10/15 minutes. I remember looking up wondering where the hell it came from and if anybody woke up from the noise. I also remember bright light behind me for a few seconds as I was jamming a newspaper in a postbox, but at that point I was too paranoid and didn't have the balls to look behind me.

Probably just some people screwing with me, but still not sure how they did it.
 
Posted this in the last similar thread here awhile back.

About 11 years ago, me and two of my friends decided one night to head down some train tracks and "break in" to an old abandoned coal mine on the outskirts of town. My friend had been there a week before exploring with a buddy, and so we climbed through a hole in the fence they had cut.

This place was pitch black and I had no experience with mining yards, so I could only imagine what these giant looming towers and silos were all around us. I could just barely make out these darker patches that were giant doors and holes in the structures and hear scuttling noises beyond. Those noises could easily be explained as pigeons or bats so we were not too fazed. So we continued to our destination. We knew that our town was surrounded by old wwII forts and bunkers and there was one on a hill in the middle of the mine yard. As we slowly crept towards our goal I kept hearing a small tapping noise. Not too alarming, just a small "tink tink tink" coming from the dark behind us in the direction we had come.

We make it to the base of the hill that holds the bunker and find some way to sneak around the only pole light in the yard and up the hill. The whole time we hear the soft "tink tink tink" behind us. Having made it up the hill and faced with the option to head into the bunker us brave men decide to pass. Little too creepy for us with no lights to find our way in or out. Instead we decided to head around back and this is were things get interesting.

We find ourselves standing around a hole with a ladder leading down into a lower level of the bunker with that relentless "tink tink tink" coming from somewhere out in the shadows. Now On two sides of us are the steep drop off of the hill, on the other two sides are the walls of the bunker. We were boxed in on all sides with only a small path leading out and with the hole and ladder in the ground at our feet. So we decide this is as good a place as any to light our joint and so I break it out. With my back to the drop off of the hill a few feet behind me and the hole directly at my feet I try. Well Im on top of a hill without much cover from the wind and having a difficult time getting the joint lit and Im growing frustrated. Not to mention that "tink tink tink" is starting to get annoying. Up until this point I assumed it was a metal sign hanging on the fence we climbed through, gently blowing in the wind, and so ignored it.

Frustrated with the joint and getting annoyed with the sound I turned around and stared in its direction. I asked my friends what they thought it was and tried again to light the joint, but this time I was facing the noise and did not try to conceal the flame. As soon as the lighter flashed the noise changed from a soft "tink tink tink" into a thunderous "boom boom boom". "Oh shit, security guards!", is the first thing that pops into my head. That booming noise is them running down metal stairs in one of these dark towers. They saw my face when the lighter's fire illuminated it and are now on the way.

All 3 of us crouch half way between flight and fight, unsure if we should run, hide or do nothing. We decide to wait. Its too dark for them to find us easily and they're so loud that we'll hear them the minute they get close. "Boom boom boom" the noise just wont stop and I swear its getting louder. "How long are those stairs" I think, "this is weird". And I swear I hear movement in the grass in the darkness at the bottom of the hill. We all agreed it was probably just the wind in the grass but decide it was time to sneak our way back out of this place. Slowly crouching through the dark we move through the mining yard towards the our exit when we run into a problem. Whatever is making that noise is in-between us and the exit. We squat down in the middle of an open gravel road to try to figure out our next move, safe in the thought it was just too dark for anybody to see us sitting there in the dirt. But just to be sure we picked a spot that placed a large chain link fence between us and that god awful "Boom boom boom" of the charging security guards. Now at this point I decided to upgrade the guards to Cops in my mind and was becoming a bit antsy, but we decided to wait them out. I guess at this point we all realized that none of this is making any sense and those "guards or cops" should have reached the bottom of those stairs by now. Thats when things got weirder.

With the "Boom boom boom" in front of us and nothing to do but wait if we want to use our only known exit we start to hear something else. In the dark all around us, but some where close and on the same gravel we are crouching on. Things start to move. There was a "thud" noise and then a slow scraping noise as something was dragged across the gravel. Then again from somewhere else, quiet but very close. These noises were all around us, thuds then a slow dragging across gravel, but we could not really pin point in what direction they were coming from. At this point I go from rational adult to scared kid and I think of all the people who died at this mine, or what could be living in those tunnels. In my mind the noise went from guards/police, shot past ghosts and now is smack dab in the middle of goblin and giant rat town.

Of course we have to get the hell out of there and decide that climbing the fence behind the mine, running into the woods and making our way to the highway is our only option. And so we pick our butts up out of the dirt and sneak as fast as we can the hell out of there. We're making it, the noises are behind us and not getting any closer. We eventually find rows and rows of empty coal train cars, perfect! We can walk freely between them with no chance of being spotted from a distance. With the end of the mine yard close by and with the protection of the train cars we relax a bit and talk in less hushed whispers. I guess that was a mistake.

A few seconds after entering the rows of train cars the first car explodes with noise "BOOM". Whatever was making that booming noise was right behind us only feet away. I have never in my life, nor will I ever, I'm sure, move so swiftly again. The hundreds of feet between me and the fence to the outside world flew by and I still do not understand how I got over the ten foot fence so easily, I just remember leaping off it into the dark. We make it to the road and head back to town. The road bends around the mine and we can still hear that relentless " boom, boom, boom" of something smashing that train.

My friends get too uncomfortable talking about it and seem happy to forget anything weird ever happened, but my curiosity is drives me nuts and I've gone back a few times over the years. Nothing out of the ordinary happened and the last time I went by myself and everything was torn down and taken away.
 
One of the would've been series of events that Happened when I was 12. All alone in the house at the time. I hear my father shout my name no one was there. A few weeks later laying along at night I felt what I thought was a hand and fingers running up my arm for around a minute.
 
Interesting stuff in this thread. I've been creeping in here off and on all morning at work. Fitting, as I had an evening last night that just kind of had that dread for no reason feel to it. This thread makes me feel the same way. It's crazy how many of you guys/girls had close call kidnappings/run ins with people that could have caused harm. Dreadful stuff. I often wonder about people, whether it be glancing at a person driving by or walking by them at work, what that person is really like and what kind of twisted things they may have done or want to do, if it all.

I really don't have anything of significance to share other than a couple moments of deja vu, which is always super creepy to me. When I was about 10 or so, I recall having a dream about me doing evil things, and in that dream my mom saw me and looked into my eyes and told me that my eyes were dark (like an evil dark kind of way). I'm sure I was just at the age of figuring out right from wrong and having desire/thoughts that were a bit dark. Anyways, as soon as I woke up, that dream was weighing on me pretty heavy. The first thing my mom said to me when she saw me was that my eyes looked dark. Freaked me the hell out at the time.

I have another instance of an impactful dream from when I was a kid. This one was earlier in my life but it has been impactful to me. I remember the dream, and in that dream is was sitting on the edge of a bed with my grandmother. In the dream I forgot how to breathe and I died. That dream has stuck with me my whole life. To this day I have phobias about anything that can restrict my breathing or my throat. I have very small panic attacks quite often that stem from me thinking that I forgot how to swallow or feeling like I'm not taking a big enough breath of air.
 
I was studying in the early morning, 3:00am perhaps as it was my habit, for history or perhaps for my philosophy of religion class. Everyone in their bedrooms, and I am standing in the living room facing the kitchen with my books on the kitchen bar, with only the front hallway light on, enough for me to see.....Then I hear my name being called out, clearly, loudly, to get my attention, and of course I think it is my grandmother, as she always gets up a couple times a night to use the restroom......

But when I turned around to see there is no one there....and it then dawns on me, slowly and surely, that the voice I heard was not my grandma, but her sister. She had been dead perhaps no more than a year by then. She was always great to me as a kid, and I missed her terribly as I stopped seeing her when I was 12.

Surely I was hallucinating, or sleep deprived, but my being up that late was everyday normal and still is, as I sleep in the daytime, and took classes at night.

Not too long after that while watching TV something pulled the cord of my heavy jacket. I thought I must have caught it in something and moved, but I know better. I was rather amused by that, and for some odd reason I thought of that same aunt at the moment.....but I am almost an atheist, so that is that.

Years before that I was at the building where that aunt lived with her son and one of her daughters. Some cousins were also visiting, and one of them and me went up to the roof terrace of the three or four story building, the tallest in the immediate area, and it was isolated on its own triangle island block. From the roof we could oversee the rest of the buildings in the area and the parks nearby. We then started throwing firecrackers down to the streets, not at any particular person or vehicles, just whatever they may fall, and we did this around the periphery available. Not even five minutes later, somehow, we heard but did not see, all around us pops and cracks and explosions, surrounding us, as if we were being attacked by firecrackers, but who in the hell? And how? We were in the tallest building.

We just looked at each other for a fucking second, and just bolted the hell out of there. After we bailed, we started laughing, but we did not know what the hell to make of what just happened. We had been told before that the top of the building was haunted...

And the most recent event, which was not creepy, but odd.

For years I would wake my mom up for work, as I was always up, if she ever slept past 4:30am, and then I would let 15 minutes pass before I woke her up. I would go up to her bed and put my hand above the covers on her shins or feet and gently shake the bed, up and down, until she woke up and she always knew it was me.

After she died and after the time off from work, I must have mixed up my schedules, and was thinking as I was getting up throughout the day that I had to show up for work a couple of hours later than usual for the day. One hour before I was supposed to show up and already late for my routines, I am woken up by the shaking of my bed. As soon as I look to see who it is, the shaking stops.
I think it was just my blood pressure pounding in my ears, or feeling my own heartbeat in my sleep, as I have experienced exploding head syndrome before, or more simply I was probably just dreaming.
 
Only one I can think of is when I was 9 or 10. At around 12 one night my dog just started barking (as she always did), but it got really vicious sounding (she had never done this before). Both my Mom and I went to the front door to see that is was wide open and a random guy is just standing in our door way. He stared at us for about a minute, mumbled something and just left.
 
I had a drug-addled lady who was missing most of her teeth tell me she wanted to take me home while I was getting x-rays of her hand. I don't know how I feel...
 
I've shared this before but here goes again:

When I was a kid of around 7 we moved to a city about 45 mins from where I had grown up so far. It was late 80's. We moved into a duplex (side by side, not stacked) and lived there without incident for the most part. I can't remember when it started exactly, but the television in my room would begin rapidly turning itself on and off in the middle of the night. After the second time it happened I told my Dad about it because it scared the shit out of me. I was a kid and immediately my mind went to "ghosts" or whatever. I didn't like it and I wanted my Dad to look into it. He said it was probably just that the tv was old or something and not to worry.

Well it continued to happen for several nights until I just started unplugging the thing before bed. Had my NES and radio plugged into the outlet too and they never acted up. Really strange and it made me feel like my tv was haunted.

Also had an experience where my friend and I were alone at my home in the summer, sitting on a couch in the garage. We were just talking about Ninja Turtles and shit when we suddenly heard footsteps coming up the stairs that were in the garage, leading to the basement. There was a wall that the stairs were behind, so we couldn't see the source. But after a few steps it got faster and we both jumped up and darted out of the garage into the street. We sat out there and waited for my Dad to get home a couple hours later. Nobody came out. We watched the front door and garage door, as well as the back door from the street on the side of the home. We were totally fucking spooked and thought it was a ghosts or a burglar or something. There was nobody we knew in the immediate houses and this was before cellphones, so we just sat and waited, ready to see who it was or just run like hell to the gas station down the road.

I'd love to get an explanation on those two things. Recalling both makes my eyes water and fills me with fear. It's really unsettling for me.
 
When I was younger, my brother and I experienced the same exact nightmare. I'm still trying to wrap my head around how two people could have the same exact dream on the same night.
 
Back when I was in high school I was walking in a forest on my way to the bus stop when this tall dude walks right next to me making casual conversation with me.....carrying a sword I've never seen before (some assassin's creed level shit, the handle of the sword covers your hand and arm and he's holding on to this metallic handle inside of it). It looked like this http://artpad.art.com/gallery/?nbfvys7h7o0 though my memory isn't the best so I could be off by a bit.

He's just swinging it around cutting leaves from the hanging branches and I'm breaking small talk with him asking him if he should be carrying a sword around due to cops around the area. He said a cop already seen him with the sword but didn't care.

I later found out that dude used to go to my high school but got expelled for pulling a knife to one of our football player's neck during a game.

Edit: Scratch out my drawing, I think this might have been it but it looked a little bit bigger and slightly different

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In my first apartment in college I had a guy creeping around my bedroom windows for a couple of weeks, at least. I was on the first floor so this was possible for him to do. My blinds were closed but I could make out the shadow of some guy walking back and forth outside my windows and trying to look through every night or so for a good while. I was so scared that I basically would freeze and try not to make a sound or do anything until he left.

Eventually I told my roommate and friends about this and we all went out one night when he came around and basically scared him off, and I didn't see him again. I later learned that it was another college student trying to play a prank on one of his buddy who lived in the apartment above mine, but he didn't know that. I don't know if I believe this story, it was a pretty ridiculous "prank" that he kept up for far too long.

Luckily this was the creepiest thing to happen to me, and I was never hurt nor had anything stolen from me.

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Back when I was in high school I was walking in a forest on my way to the bus stop when this tall dude walks right next to me making casual conversation with me.....carrying a sword I've never seen before (some assassin's creed level shit, the handle of the sword covers your hand and arm and he's holding on to this metallic handle inside of it). He's just swinging it around cutting leaves from the hanging branches and I'm breaking small talk with him asking him if he should be carrying a sword around due to cops around the area. He said a cop already seen him with the sword but didn't care.

I later found out that dude used to go to my high school but got expelled for pulling a knife to one of our football player's neck during a game.
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I'm sure this was scary as shit at the time, but this is a hilarious story to read, lol.
 
All throughout highschool and a bit thereafter I would get phone calls about 4 or more times a month with someone just breathing on the other end of the line.

This would happen at about 2 or 3 AM.
 
When I was about 10 years old, I'm fairly certain I saw a ghost. It was probably a few months after my grandma passed away. I remember at night, my family was sitting in the living room and I walked into our kitchen to get something to drink. I remember looking out towards the hallway that leads to our bedrooms and at the end of the hallway is a closet door where we kept all of our towels and such.

I grabbed a drink and closed the refrigerator door and just happen to turn my head and look down the hallway and I saw a woman in a white dress with dark hair, who appeared to be transparent, walk out of one bedroom door and across the hall into another one.

When I was a kid, shit like the X-Files were popular and I was terrified of ghosts and aliens. Yet when this happened, I remember I wasn't scared at all and this feeling of comfort came to me. I just simply walked back into the living room and sat back down and never said anything to anyone about it.

Creepy when I think back on it.
 
Not all that creepy to me, but during freshman year of college my roommate asked me about something I had said the night before during a conversation we had. I had zero recollection of the conversation at all and said I had gone to bed early. He claims we had a pretty detailed conversation about something (what he said escapes me atm) and that my eyes were wide open the entire time.

Freaked him out for a bit after that.
 
Askherserenity said:
First time I saw The Ring, I was all alone in the house and I got a call in the middle of the movie and no one was on the other line. Hilarious coincidence.
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After The Ring came out on DVD, I made sure my one brother that hadn't seen it before watched the extra where they show the cursed tape after the movie. The home phone was outside in the living room, and me and my three brothers watching the movie in one of the bedrooms. I think I was the only one with a cell at the time, but I had it ready to dial home when the tape finished, and I acted as best I could, we all looked at each other freaked out a bit

I made sure the one victim brother went out to pick up the phone while the rest of us stayed in the bedroom, no caller ID on that phone, and as they saw me bring out the cell phone, they caught on to my prank. I made my best imitation of "You will die in 7 days," or whatever it was. Then we acted as best we could when our brother came back and told us what was said to him, and he was incredulous, but far enough into it. Eventually we just could not hold our laughter....


Moofers said:
I've shared this before but here goes again:

When I was a kid of around 7 we moved to a city about 45 mins from where I had grown up so far. It was late 80's. We moved into a duplex (side by side, not stacked) and lived there without incident for the most part. I can't remember when it started exactly, but the television in my room would begin rapidly turning itself on and off in the middle of the night. After the second time it happened I told my Dad about it because it scared the shit out of me. I was a kid and immediately my mind went to "ghosts" or whatever. I didn't like it and I wanted my Dad to look into it. He said it was probably just that the tv was old or something and not to worry.

Well it continued to happen for several nights until I just started unplugging the thing before bed. Had my NES and radio plugged into the outlet too and they never acted up. Really strange and it made me feel like my tv was haunted.

Also had an experience where my friend and I were alone at my home in the summer, sitting on a couch in the garage. We were just talking about Ninja Turtles and shit when we suddenly heard footsteps coming up the stairs that were in the garage, leading to the basement. There was a wall that the stairs were behind, so we couldn't see the source. But after a few steps it got faster and we both jumped up and darted out of the garage into the street. We sat out there and waited for my Dad to get home a couple hours later. Nobody came out. We watched the front door and garage door, as well as the back door from the street on the side of the home. We were totally fucking spooked and thought it was a ghosts or a burglar or something. There was nobody we knew in the immediate houses and this was before cellphones, so we just sat and waited, ready to see who it was or just run like hell to the gas station down the road.

I'd love to get an explanation on those two things. Recalling both makes my eyes water and fills me with fear. It's really unsettling for me.
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Reminds me of my old computer monitor that would sometimes turn itself on or off on its own, 'cause I noticed the button eventually would get stuck and stayed pushed in just enough that I guess it would eventually make enough contact to do its thing, depending I guess on the temperature or air pressure or who knows.

Perhaps whatever mechanism turned on the TV was somehow loose and making the contacts when it was not supposed to, and somehow the cold of the night triggered it?

As for the steps up the stairs, I hope it was a ghost and not some serial killer.
 
As a kid I used to share a room with my sister and she always liked the blinds open so we would leave them open when we went to bed. One night I woke up and looked outside only to see a pair of red dots in the window, so I tried waking my sister up. She didn't say anything so I hid under the covers and dragged them with me into my parents room. When I was in there, I saw the same pair of eyes in the window outside. Still don't know what the hell it was, but I know it wasn't a dream.



Back in high school a bunch of friends of mine would always go back in the woods behind our neighborhood to hang out at this place we called the "bowl," which was basically a giant water retention pond that was used long before we lived there. One winter break, me and about 4 other friends were walking around the trail at the bowl's edge when we heard this terrible screeching in the woods. It wasn't an animal screeching, but metal screeching that was coming from an old (1930s) car that was in the woods on another trail maybe 1/4 mile away. Thing is, this was at 2AM on a weekday, so the chances of another person being back there was pretty slim. We were pretty freaked out at this time, but relaxed for a little bit. Then, next thing we know, we hear splashing coming from the water and see this big figure scramble out the bank opposite to us, due to the moonlight and relatively little clouds. Now that sent us into a frenzy and we all pretty much sprinted out of the woods back into the neighborhood and didn't stop until we were about half a mile down the road.
 
I have three that really stand out.

1. When I was around 13 or so, my aunt had rented a house that her, her husband, and two kids were staying at. It was a duplex, and after a few nights, they would hear someone walking, and doors closing. They figured it was the neighbors. After a few days, the neighbor asked my aunt if they could try to keep quiet, because they are hearing loud walking and doors slamming shut. So they both stare at each other completely unfounded. My cousin said he started seeing an old woman in the house. He would see her every night walk by his bedroom door, and even if he closed and locked the door, he would hear footsteps in his bedroom. It got to where he was not sleeping at all, and asked me to stay over. It was around midnight or so, and I am just on the verge of falling asleep, and we both hear someone walking into the bedroom. I had the covers up around my face, so I decide to wait and see what happens. I feel the bed depress, and it feels like someone is sitting on my legs. I even try to move them, and can't because of the weight. I decide to throw back my covers, and right as I go to do that, I throw the covers back, and I feel the weight lift off my legs, and that's it. No ones there. From that point on, I am now a firm believer in the paranormal.

2. July 4th, 1997. We always have a giant BBQ/Fireworks display out at my parents house. We go up this big hill, and light from there so everyone can see. We're up on the hill, and its me, my dad, brother, and some friends of ours. Way off in the distance, we see this bright blue flash. It lights up the entire sky in the distance. We all just sort of stop what we're doing to look at it. Within moments, the flash shoots over us, lights up the sky in a bright blue color, then vanishes and we see this small object now heading towards Belleville, Illinois (we were in Freeburg, IL).

http://www.nuforc.org/CB970704.html

3. January 5th 2000. Me and some friends of ours are hanging out (again, at my parents house) in Freeburg IL. A buddy of mine who was a little older than us provided some beer, so we had a little bonfire going and just vegging out listening to music. Out of nowhere, we see two police cars fly down the road towards Millstadt IL. We run up the hill (same hill as in the story above), and in the distance, we see this giant black object. We couldn't really make out details, but it was low, real low to the ground. I'd say at some points, its only maybe 1,000 feet from the ground. And it made no sound at all. Me and a buddy hurry up and hop in his car to follow the cops. We ended up losing the track that the cops were on, but after we get back to the house, I call Scott Air Force Base in Belleville to tell them what I had seen. The guy says that they are getting all kinds of calls on this. I ask where the last sighting was, and he says down by East St. Louis. We hurried up and headed towards ESL, but never saw the object again. But it was humongous.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dt8ZfEpTk_w
 
Probably a person take a headshot at 20 feet from me and when I was younger and at the car wash,cleaning my car.I heard what I thought was fireworks then I saw a guy I know walk past me. He said hey whats up and kept walking down the road. Cops come flying past me. He had just shot the guy that was talking to his gf. He was so calm and collected that it was weird.
 
Not the creepiest but just today there was this creepy man in my store without some of his front teeth. He kept on staring at me for like 2 minutes after he payed for his stuff. Then he asked me in really bad english (I'm swedish btw) if he could exchange several thousand kronor for bigger bills. So he took up like a decimeter thick bunch of them and said something like "its good its good its 3000", but soon as I started to count them and he kept going "no its good" I knew it was never gonna be 3000 in there. Just told him that it was too much for our store to exchange. These people really.
 
When I was about 4, my mom and I were living with an aunt in a one bed room apt. My mom and I would sleep on the couch facing the door of the bedroom. I remember waking up one night and just seeing this tall shadowy figure looming around in the bedroom, it freaked me out but I just watched it and drifted back asleep.

-when I was in 2nd grade, for whatever reason I looked through my bedroom blinds to find this pair of eyes that where intense green behind the window. Must have been a cat, but I've had cats before that and I'd never seen eyes like that.

-about 4 years ago, I took a solo trip to Big Sur (about 40 miles south of Monterrey). If you're unfamiliar, it's on the highway 1, with the road in between the two areas just being road next to cliffs. Anyways I went to a beach and took some acid, had a chill day walking around climbing rocks an what not. Anyways I get back to my car around sunset. I start to drive north on the 1, when I hear some shit underneath my car. I kinda freak out because I'm 3 hours away form home. but luckily there's a place to pull over and I check it out. As I'm doing this an old Chevy pulls up about 30 yards ahead of me, and it freaked me out. It felt like the devil's car (keep in mind that I'm experienced with psychedelics and I'm atheist), but it felt creepy. What also felt odd about the car is that it was in bad shape and usually this was not a road to have a car like that. I find that a piece of plastic covering from the bottom came lose, kinda tucked it away and got in my car. As I did this, the car began to drive away. It might have been a car waiting to see if I needed help, but still it scared the shit out of me.

-some people tried to break into our house one time and no one in the house realized it till the next morning.
 
One day I walked into a Circle K and my attention was immediately drawn to a customer who was standing near the line. I could tell his face was disfigured from terrible burns. I didn't make eye contact, but I could tell in my peripheral vision that the poor guy had terrible facial scarring. As I moved up in the line I ended up right next to him, and he moved closer to me and stared right at me menacingly. He didn't stop staring me down until I was out of the store.

I found out some time later that he was a resident around there and would hang around the store or just stand around the area to intimidate shoppers and passers-by.
 
For 11th and 12th grade I attended a military boarding school, where I joined the quizbowl team. I was also in an AP physics course, coincidentally taught by my quizbowl coach. We quickly got to know each other, and by winter of 11th grade he had come to trust me. I would sometimes run errands for him, often retrieving or returning something from/to his physics classroom (also where regular quizbowl practices were held).

A major perk of this was that I could roam the grounds from the dorm to the science building after curfew. My teacher had infant twins at the time and lived off campus, so he couldn't be bothered to run small errands; he'd tell me ahead of time after practice and hand me a signed permission slip and key to the building. It was a long walk, and I'd always be stopped by an orderly, but I always had my papers on-hand, and there was never any issue.

One afternoon he forgot to take the quizbowl dinner box from the night before home, and asked me to get it that night after drills and garrison formation. The moon was bright that night, but I noticed that all of the blinds down the hallway to the classroom had been shut, making the area much darker than usual. I didn't know where the hallway light switches were, and to my knowledge the blinds all operated electrically, probably from the same box. It was difficult to see, but not impossible once my eyes had adjusted. I continued to the classroom and opened the door, and that room was truly pitch black.

I could've turned on the light to the classroom, the faint light from the hallway even illuminated the switch, but I didn't. Want to know why? Night vision! We had been studying light and optics, and my teacher had brought in a simple night vision monocular (the kind used in hunting, nothing fancy), and in the dim light I could just see it on his desk near the door. I thought it'd be neat to use it again, so I turned it on, held it to my eye, and looked into the total darkness at the end of the classroom. And there he was, staring right at me.

He was a student, one of the seniors I didn't know, and was standing totally still and quiet near the far corner. He couldn't see me, but I could tell he was trying to listen for me, and me being a weirdo junior, I didn't say anything. I stood still, and then saw him start to move. Slowly, with one hand on the wall and another on the desks, he started to head towards the open door along the wall opposite me, and he looked angry. You'd think he'd be scared, I'm pretty sure he couldn't tell I was another student, but his face sure didn't show it. I just stood there, staring at him through the monocular, wondering what the heck he was doing here. Eventually he made it to the door, turned around to look one last time, and ran off into the hallway.

I had my shoes on, so I'd made a little noise, but I could see he didn't have his. We all wore the same uniform shoes, but he only had his black socks, so I didn't hear him take a single step the entire time. He must've lost track of where my noise had come from, but surely he saw me come in and knew I was still in there with him? Anywho, after wondering what the heck had happened, I picked up the box from the corner and went on my way. So, to recap:

1. Was in total darkness in a classroom after hours, flipped on a night vision monocular my teacher had brought in, and saw a student standing there. He had no shoes and looked friggin' mad. He heard me, but never saw me.

2. He looked and listened for me as he slowly made his way back to the front. He ran the heck out as soon as he got to the hallway.

3. The blinds had never been closed before at night.

4. He wasn't carrying anything with him.

5. The door is always locked at night, and I always locked it again whether I was coming in or going out.

6. The door was still locked when I left.

I saw him again throughout the year, he wasn't some disguised killer or anything. I just have no idea what he was doing there in the dark.
 
I have far too many of these stories, probably fueled by growing up in a somewhat superstitious household, but I'll start with one that's not the supernatural kind of creepy.

I grew up in a very small town in Arkansas. Typical small town stuff. Everyone knows everyone. Everyone's super religious. Everyone's super republican. The whole nine yards as they say. Growing up in that type on environment, guns are very common place, and I was taught to respect, hold, and fire a firearm at a fairly young age (6 or 7 probably). Well, for some reason I never really took to firearms and hunting the way others did, and much preferred to spend my time playing video games or reading comic books. I guess I mean to say I never quite fit in, well anywhere. I had a very tough childhood because of it too.

Anyway, my father loved collecting firearms, and would often go to Jonesboro, (which was the closest "big" city around - about an hour away) to visit the shooting ranges there. There would be quite a few people at these usually, and since it would typically be an all-day-event, I didn't want to go, but he'd drag me along anyway. My dad would partake in shooting challenges, chat with other enthusiasts, and try his best to get me involved, without much success. I generally would end up just bored out of my mind until we went home.

Anyway, one day I met another kid who's father had also dragged him there. He was the same age as me, and the only other kid there. I wouldn't say we hit it off and became best friends or anything, but we both enjoyed each other's company and probably had a lot in common. Honestly, I don't remember what we talked about, or how many times we ended up at the shooting ranger together. I don't think we even knew each other by name really, we'd just see each other and talk while the adults did their thing...but I do remember feeling like he understood "not fitting in".

After some time we stopped going to the shooting range for some reason, without much explanation, which was fine by me. Long story short, but I found out this kid later went on to commit the WestSide Middle School shooting. This person, this fellow bored friend, with whom I identified so much with is a cold, murdering sociopath? How? He seemed so normal. He seemed so quiet and well-adjusted. He seemed well, like me.

I can think of a thousand what-ifs. What if we had become really good friends? What if he had been on the verge of snapping then? How different could my life have been if just one small detail changed? Could I have changed his eventual destiny? Life is weird and terrifying sometimes.

I've never forgotten this.
 
When I was a little kid (7 or 8) on my way down to Disney World with my parents and two younger brothers (we were driving from CT), we stopped at South of the Border, a touristy rest stop between North and South Carolina. While there, my parents got out, stretched their legs, and pumped some gas. Eventually, we headed into the restaurant there and had a bite to eat.

On the way out of the restaurant, two really creepy guys approached us all. They said to my parents something like, "Why don't we look after the kids for a while? You two can go get a drink and hang out." My parents were obviously like "no fucking way" and high-tailed it back to the car with me and my brothers in tow.

Those guys totally wanted to kidnap us and had the gall to pretty much ask my parents first. Idiots.
 
There was an event that was obviously creepy to other people but just left me perplexed. It was in college. I was living in a fraternity house. There were some people who claimed to be sensitive to otherworldly forces and believed spirits inhabited a portion of the house. There were two or three rooms these people would refuse to enter, claiming a "black" presence lingered in them. One day, I pulled out a ouija board and suggested we play around with it. The first question was whether the spirits had a message for anyone in the room. The answer was "yes." The second question was asking who the message was for. It spelled out my name. At this point, they all freaked out and ran out of the room. I never did find out what the message from beyond was as they refused to ever touch the ouija board again.
 
When I was 13, my family, and a family friend were watching TV in the living room during a huge thunderstorm. The living room is down the hall from the kitchen where you have to turn right to get into the kitchen. We had a huge Oak tree in the backyard near the house. On a branch was a chain hanging that my Dad and his friend used to help swap out an engine in my Dads friends truck. The window in the kitchen faces the tree directly, and the sink was parallel to it at the other side. I went to get a drink of water, when suddenly it sounded like what I can only imagine a bomb dropping in WW2 sounds like next to your house, and there was this extremely bright flash. I jumped to the ceiling. I went to tell the fam what just happened, and no one else heard it, which I couldn’t believe. Obviously lightning struck the chain, but the next day when I went to look you couldn’t tell. The tree and chain looked like they never were touched.

Also same house, late at night, I’m sitting on the floor watching TV. Only light is from the TV. I’m sitting directly in front of the hall. I remember I was watching Star Trek IV. I don’t know why, but I had this urge to look down the hall, and low and behold this huge bat is flying slowly down the hall, and he look scary as shit with the little amount of light just illuminating him enough to make him look like a winged demon. Lol.
 
Another one.

I'm in high school, around 16 or 17 in a Connecticut Walmart parking lot with my girlfriend. We're heading inside, and are approached by a guy in his mid-20s who asks us if we want to go to his van and test out some perfume or cologne. Being not a complete idiot, I of course say no because I'm skeptical. We go into Walmart, buy something then leave.

A day later I see a news report on the local channel about criminals that were luring high school aged kids near their vans by asking if they want to smell perfume and then knocking them out and kidnapping them.

People really wanted to kidnap me for some reason. And they were all idiots.
 
Back when I was in high school (so maybe 1999 or 2000) I stayed the night at a friend's house. My dad called the next morning at about 7 am asking if I was okay, he sounded super worried. He asked what we'd done the night before and I told him the truth; we'd just stayed up playing video games and then went to bed. It had stormed all night anyway, so it was nice to just chill and play games. He said I should go ahead and come on home. I asked if everything was okay and he said yes, but to just go come home. I've never seen my dad freak out about anything, and just hearing the concern in his voice, I didn't argue and asked my friend to take me home.

When we pulled up to my house there were two cop cars driving away and my older brother was spraying the side of our house with the water hose.

I asked Dad what had happened and he said he woke up (as per usual for him) around 6 that morning and heard banging on our front door. Our front door is actually two doors, a wooden screen door and then the actual front door. He said it sounded like someone was opening the screen door half way and letting it slam shut.

He went and opened the door (because he also has big brass balls) and there was no one there. He looked at our front door and it had bloody handprints on it. He stepped onto the porch and looked at the screen door and it too had bloody handprints along with some smears on it. After walking out into our yard (and still seeing no one) he saw there were was blood on the side of our house and on the bottom of the window frames (which is what my brother had been hosing off).

My car was parked in the driveway (and had been all night) and he found blood not only on the driver's side door, but also inside the car in the driver's seat. And the car was locked.

Definitely not hard to understand why he was so worried about me that morning.

The police figured that someone (mostly likely drunk or on drugs) who had cut themselves was banging on our door trying to get in and that they had managed to get into my car and sit there for awhile (the blood was pooled and dried in the seat).

It still makes my skin crawl just thinking about it.
 
Last year I was driving home on the freeway, about 6 PM, with relatively few cars on the road for LA traffic. I'm in the slow lane going about 60 when, all of a sudden, this white car in the fast lane blows a tire and comes hurtling in front of me at a 90 degree angle to my car. I slam the brakes to minimize the impact, brace myself for the hit, then he suddenly gets control of the skid to where he's turned around and facing the cars and our headlights are lined up. I smoothly but forcibly turn the wheel right at just the perfect angle, hit the gas, and barely slip by and blow past his now stopped car, Fast and Furious-style. In my rear view mirror I can see all cars stopped, with the white car also stopped and facing them.

The combination of adrenaline, survival instinct, abrupt acceleration/deceleration, and high potential of death really screwed me up. Didn't know if I was alive afterward and for the next week or so, it felt like I was living It's A Wonderful Life or The Sixth Sense. I'd go about my daily business, but it felt like I wasn't in my body and I was observing what the world would be like without me in it. It felt like people were looking through me and talking to the person behind me. My body felt light and frail and I barely registered physical sensations. So, yes, I know what it feels like to be a ghost.
 
I'm currently going through something weird that I can't explain.

We're renovating an old property that used to be for children who were taken into state care from their parents. The place has needed a lot of work and has taken some time, and we've been doing most of it (apart from high risk stuff like gas and electrics) ourselves with help from family. This means, as self-titled project manager, I've had tight tabs on who has been there at all times.

It wasn't until something majorly weird happened the other week that I started piecing together the weird events.

- It all started with a set of tools going missing. Our electrician, the only one who was working in the house at the first fix stage at that time, denied picking them up and they've never been seen again. We had some scrim tape go missing. That's never been found either. My dad has a pipe flex and screwdriver set go missing.

Bolsters and other equipment that might be of use I can understand someone walking off with, but what use would someone have for some cheap skrim tape?

- The cost of the project is huge and with a limited budget we've tried to keep things that might be of use later. Some of the rooms had mirrors in them and were (apart from some of them having messages scrawled in marker pen by the kids) in pretty good condition. One of them had `Piez 4 Alex` written in it (and it was scrolled on some of the walls in the same writing - was a bugger to shift). We put the mirrors to one side and some time later while doing work I noticed someone had written the name Alex in the dust that had gathered while we'd been renovating. I blamed the friend of a cousin who visited one day (some kids just like to write their name in stuff, we've all done it) but his name isn't Alex. The writing is very different to the `Piez 4 Alex` graffiti.

- One day I turned up to find the back door unlocked (not open, just unlocked). I blamed my dad and brother in law (who had both been there at separate times in the week), for being a bit absent minded. Both denied it was them but I didn't think anything more of it (this was long before some of the items were missing and they'd been used after that so rules out them being stolen then).

- We've had the alarm going off at random times. CCTV we'd installed showed no one around when it was happening. Sometimes it was the early hours, some times it was in the middle of the day.

But the thing that made clump all this together was the latest happening. I've had to paint the floor and because the stuff to do it is a nasty oil based stuff, I used a paint tray that was destined for the bin afterwards. Rather than chuck it right away I left it drying on a workbench.

Few days later I come in and find that someone has written what appears to be `Death Alex` in a really bad scrawl inside the paint tray. The red pencil it was written in (which had been laying around for ages and put away in an cupboard in same room to stop people marking lines with it, as it's hell to shift afterwards) hasn't been seen since.

That freaked me out. Only me, my dad and the plumber I'd asked to look at some stuff had been there. The plumber is actually a long-standing family friend and wouldn't do that sort of thing (plus he wouldn't know about the Alex stuff on the walls and mirrors as they've been painted over and the mirrors hidden in a cupboard long before he was working there).

I can't explain it. My first thoughts were that someone is somehow getting access to inside house. That could have been possible at the start becase delays with replacement doors and windows meant we didn't change the locks. But we did that ages ago now, long before some of the stuff happened. That would mean someone was able to repeatedly break in and out without leaving a trace (there's no hiding places anywhere unless we've a secret basement that has yet to be discovered somewhere).

The other explanation is that it's supernatural and I personally don't believe in that sort of stuff. The wife does though and she's convinced she's seen `something` watching her from the upstairs windows when she's out in the garden (this started before most of this happened so it doesn't seem to be brought on by the latest events)

Oh and it is the same house that I posted about here

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I'll see you your blackboard and raise you what we found when we bought our house

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