From the tunnel and an empty diner that appeared on the road out of the blue, to the blonde-haired boy in 18th century clothing staring at the sun on a family's farm, people share their creepiest real life experiences.
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The red bunk bed that doesn’t exist
“My cousin and I both remember a room that apparently doesn’t exist.
When we were both around 10, my cousin was having family problems, and my mom invited her to stay with us while it got sorted out. It was pretty fun, kind of like having a temporary sister. We ended up talking about it a few years ago, reminiscing about the weird things we would do together and some of the memories that stood out the most, among them the night we stayed up laughing at my golden retriever, who kept trying to steal my pillow off the bottom bunk when we were trying to get to sleep.
Only problem was, we didn’t have a dog, and I never had a bunk bed. For whatever reason, I’d never considered how little sense the memory made. Thinking maybe she was just going along with the story, I asked her what color the bedframe was. She thought about it for a second and then answered ‘red’. She was right.
According to my mom, we never stayed over at anyone else’s house — and even if we had, I still remember what her friends’ houses looked like. None of them had red bunk beds. I still have no idea what happened.”
Terrifying road incident
“I was driving down the highway about 3 am when a semi-truck pulled alongside me then swerved into my lane running me off the road and down a very steep incline. I remember going over, so I stomped the engine. As I was going downhill I kept telling myself to step on the brake. I couldn’t move, it was like someone was holding my foot down. Then I heard this voice tell me ok now you can step on the brake. Neither my infant daughter nor myself were injured and the only damage to the car was a hole in the oil pan. Both the tow truck and the highway patrol officer were incredulous that I didn’t roll the car. They told me if I had tried to stop any sooner than I did I would have probably killed us both.”
A dream turned into reality
“I was 6 and my brother was 10. We had a 21 year old foster brother who lived with us off and on. One night I woke up to see him standing in the doorway of my room, checking on me. I said his name in a questioning voice. He said, “It’s okay. Go back to sleep.”
Around the same time, my brother woke up in tears. He said he’d had a dream about a knight standing on a hill, and it made him feel very sad.
Turns out our brother died in a car crash that evening.”
Losing an hour out of the blue
“Let me preface this with my morning routine: Wake up at 4:30 am. Out the Door by 5:15 am. I clock in at work 5:50 am. Never fails unless major traffic incident on the highway. Anyhow, one morning this past August, I am out the door as usual, minimal traffic on the road. Boss calls halfway through my commute, ‘Hey, you coming in?’ and I say, ‘Yeah, why do you ask?’ Boss says, ‘well it’s 6:30 am and you usually call if you’re going to be late.’ I look at my dashboard and yup, It’s 6:30am. Somewhere between leaving my door and getting on the road I lost about 1 hour.”
The creepy red eyes
“I walked the two miles home from my closing shift at Taco Bell, the whole time I felt uneasy. When I got home I had a brief moment of relief as I shut and locked the door. I still lived with my folks back then in their split-foyer house, the basement on the front of the house was half underground, while the back is not.
So at the entryway I turned on the basement light for a second, to make sure the floor is clear of my brother’s toys, after confirming it was, I turned off the light and walked down the stairs.
Sometimes you get that sensation in the corner of your eye, that something’s there, and before you realize what’s going on, your staring something outside the window. I only saw red, glowing red eyes, staring back at me.
I was frozen, it had to have been over seven feet tall. I bolted into my room, got under the covers and stayed there for a few minutes hoping I was just imagining it.
Then the back porch door opened, and my dog who was kenneled right next to the inside door to that same porch started barking loudly.”
The girl by the window
“Once when I was younger, I woke up in the night and saw a girl who looked like my sister in my room looking out the window. Odd, but so is my sister so I paid it no mind and went back to sleep. In the morning I remembered my sister hadn’t been living at home for nearly 2 years already, and the person I saw in the night was wearing a nightgown which my sister never did. Chalked it up to a bad dream.
About a week later a woke up in the night again and saw her at the window. I hid under my blanket and tried to sleep, but I couldn’t resist peeking once. She was looking at me now, her face level with mine at the side of my bed. And I had a loft bed at the time.
Nothing like it has ever happened before or since.”
The shushing sound
“I used to work new home construction. One day I was working late and it was starting to get dark. The batteries for my lights were dead so I was trying to finish up quickly. Well, I ran into a couple issues and it was straight up dark as I was wrapping it up. The only thing providing light was the moon. This was a new neighborhood, no electricity, no neighbors, the only thing on these several acres were me, birds, and bugs.
As I was hunched over trying to read the measuring tape for a cut of pipe, as clear and as loud as if they were standing behind me, I heard a “shush” sound, like you’re shushing someone at a movie theater or getting a kid to quiet down.
‘Shhhhhhhhhh.’
I jumped up and spun around. Nothing. Just darkness. I grabbed my hammer and walked around the house a bit. Nothing. I stepped out into the garage and onto the front ‘yard’ (it was still dirt, this was before those grass squares were delivered.) Several birds pecking around the trash piles, but that was it.
I started to question whether I actually heard it or not. I knew I did, but what could it have been? The rest of the piping was a slapped together because I wanted to get out of there.”
The strange static noise
“This happened roughly 17 years ago at an old apartment during the summer. One night my upstairs bathroom started transmitting some kind of very loud and static voices that sounded like it was from a pilot in an airplane or something similar. It was so loud that my neighbor immediately came over and asked if I was hearing something loud like they were. I asked her to come upstairs and listen to this, and asked what they thought it was. She was just as freaked out as I was.
So now we’re both upstairs, listening to this very loud and static filled garbled talk that is seemingly coming from nowhere, since there’s no radio devices, and no TVs upstairs. We both quickly started looking for what this thing could possibly be and end up finding nothing. We both surmise that it was probably coming from the bathroom power outlets, since that was the only thing in the bathroom besides some towels and a few other regular bathroom items.
We’re completely dumbfounded, and didn’t know what was going on, and we did the only thing we could think of and called the electric company. The person on the other end probably thought we were pranking them, but it was dead serious and we tried to figure out what was happening. Then it started getting so loud that it became unbearable to stay up there for more than a minute at a time. The best way I could describe the sound is it sounded like someone amped up a megaphone to the point where you couldn’t understand the voices, and filled it with weird distortion effects.
After an hour the noise stopped completely and it never happened again. To this day I have no clue what it could’ve been or what happened up there. I’ve talked to a few electricians and other random people about this, but they thought I was pulling their leg.”
Miraculously escaped some strange danger
“I was digging a grave for a passed-on pet in the woods behind my house. I leaned on my shovel to stop for a break. I saw some kind of animal dart in front of me and leaned forward to look at it closely. It had vanished.
Next thing I knew, I woke up lying on the ground and for some reason didn’t worry about it. I just got up and began digging again. It was a hot summer in the mountains so when I got weak and exhausted a little later, I figured I was getting heat exhaustion. So I went back to my mom’s house to cool off. My mom then freaked out because I was covered in blood. I had a big ‘skip mark’ cut on the very top of my scalp like something very sharp had skipped across my head like a skipping stone.
It was in the middle of a property that backs to a big multi-county lake a mile or two back, and on other sides was just dense forest my family owned. No idea what it was.”
Knocked out into the future
“When I was in high school, a guy and I got into an argument. He socked me in the jaw, and started to fall to the floor. When I hit the floor, I instantly transported to a dinner table at which I was an adult. There was a woman sitting across from me, with a toddler boy and a preteen girl. I got a good look of my surroundings; a relatively modern house, with what looked like two floors. I felt like I belonged here, like I had some sort of emotional connection with all the people in the room (especially the kids). Then, the woman (my wife?) asked me a question. When I opened my mouth, I threw up all over the table and woke up in a stretcher in an ambulance.
Hours later, I found out I just had a minor concussion. For a while, i felt like I left a part of my life behind; even if it was only for a bleak moment in that world. To this day, I can still clearly remember all their faces and what the house looked like.”
Lost an hour on the road
“My brother was helping me across the country. We borrowed a van and loaded everything up for the last trip. Just before we left I checked my watch and called my girlfriend that we would be hitting the road soon. My brother checked the kitchen clock but only told me later he did.
We set out but couldn’t do more than 80 km/h because of the load. When we took the offramp of my new city my brother told me he couldn’t remember the trip, when I thought about it, neither could I. We both thought we were tired and thought nothing of it. However when we arrived at my new house my girlfriend asked if I broke the speed limit because we were almost an hour early. When retracing the route, my brother and I both agreed that we can remember passing a certain gas station and nothing thereafter, until the offramp.
To this day we have no clue what happened during that hour we’re missing or how we could have traveled that fast. Not with any car or van at least.
Now at the beginning I wrote we both independently checked for time, this is important for us because one time source could have been wrong but not both. Also I called before we left which limits the time we could use to travel.
Since then we have never experienced any weirdness like it or otherwise. I don’t have any weird memories or dreams, no piece(s) of metal lodged under my skin, etc. Just an hour I lost.”
Vivid dream of a car accident
“My close friend lived in NYC, and she was driving with some cousins and got in an accident. This is about 2 am Sunday morning, and I’m in deep sleep. I dreamt the entire crash, and the scream from when they hit the median woke me up. It sounded like she was right next to me, screaming in my ear. As I got my phone to call her and check, she called me. I told her bits and pieces of what I had seen, but she figured I had guessed everything.
Until I described the dress she had on, and she freaked out because she had never shown me the dress. She had just bought it, and I even knew there was a tag still on it.”
Uninvited guest
“When I was a freshman in high school I was up early to get ready for school. My brothers slept till 7:30 but I was dressed by 7:15 or something. We live in the middle of no where, on my family farm. My neighbor is my grandma and the other my aunt, each a good half a mile apart.
I was putting on my make up, the sun was up and I was 100% awake. I saw something outside my window. One of the blinds had been tilted so you could see out even with the blinds pulled. I thought it was our cat so I peeked out the blinds to be sure, I was going to pull the blinds open and scare it, but when I peeked out I saw a boy. He had blond hair, wore a white long sleeved shirt like some under shirt from the 18th century and tan pants. I watched him look toward the sun, look left then over his shoulder. At that point I got mad. I thought this kid couldn’t be more than 12 or 13 and here he was trying to peek in on me.
I stomped out side ready to grab this little guy by his ear and find out who he was and what he was doing. I get outside and he’s gone. There aren’t many places he could have hidden but there weren’t any foot prints in the dew covered grass. I started to think about it and the kid wasn’t tall enough to reach the crooked blind and there wasn’t anything for him to stand on. I quickly went around the well house, and tried look for foot prints anywhere but saw no trace of the boy.
I went in the house and back to my room and passed my brothers room and saw they were both still asleep. They both have dark brown almost black hair.
It’s been almost 20 years since that happened but I’ll never forget that kid. I also can’t remember his eyes when I tried to picture them. So in my memory his eyes are black. I do remember how he stood slightly crouched, his clothes, his hair, even how he turned but never his eyes.”
Parents joking with their children?
“When I was very young, my family lived in the middle of nowhere in an old, two-storey house and for almost a year weird stuff would happen. My older sister and I shared a room upstairs and sometimes we’d wake up to things crashing downstairs. Our parents would run upstairs to check on us because the kitchen would be trashed, pots and pans flung everywhere, and they wanted to make sure we were okay. Apparently they’d find me talking to nobody often and I would tell them about my friend who was another little girl that lived in our house with us. I would explain to them she lived there before us and she was mad we were moving before mom was having the baby. They thought I just had an imaginary friend but the wall paper in the bathroom would be torn and dishes all over the floor in the morning. I don’t remember any of this but the mess and a faint memory of what a girl looked like that I know I didn’t go to school with. My mom swears she saw the girl I described standing in our kitchen one night looking very sad. I don’t know if my parents were messing with my sister and I or what but they waited for my brother to be born before we moved so who knows.”
How Is That Possible?
“I was driving back from a 16 hour road trip to see family and I was about an hour from home. The whole trip was just 4 days long, so I was pretty sleep deprived and had been driving by myself with very few stops.
I was cruising on the highway and in front of me was a tunnel through the mountains. I hadn’t driven through a tunnel on the way out of the state, so I became alarmed I had been driving the wrong way. I checked my gps but had no signal on my phone. Unusual, the whole trip i normally have signal.
I immediately took the exit before the tunnel to get my bearings. It was a big circle exit and at the end was a 4 way stop with a flashing traffic light. I took a left and the only thing around was a small 50s style diner and a parking lot. All the lights were off in the diner, obviously closed, but the parking lot was FULL of cars. Like, packed. There were old classic cars and new cars but there was not a single soul to be seen. It was around 3am, so I didn’t expect a crowd, but there wasn’t a hotel or homes nearby.
Just a closed diner and parking lot full of cars.
I didn’t even slow down. I just noped out of there so hard. Pulled a uey in the street and drove back to the on ramp to the highway.
Once I was back on the highway I drove for about 30 minutes until the gps came back. I was actually pretty close to home.
My friend and I once drove back to try and find the diner but we never could find it… or the tunnel.
I like to think that if I would’ve pulled into the parking lot my car might’ve been added to the collection and no one wouldve seen me again.”
Body snatcher in a barber shop
“I am a barber. One day a middle aged man came in. He had a dress shirt, bowtie, khaki slacks and loafers on. He also had grey skin. Not, pale, not washed out, grey. He was very quiet and very awkward. The moment he sat in my chair, I got an overwhelming smell of formaldehyde and pine. At this point, I jokingly, internally said, “is this guy dead?” I asked what he did for a living, thinking he may work with embalming fluid. He said he was retired. Internally I said, “he probably had dead bodies in his basement…” Then came the haircut. It’s normal for scalp skin to move when handled, but, this guys scalp was sloshing a good couple inches in whatever direction I pulled it. It was gross, unnerving and completely not normal. At this point I’m like, “this guy is a straight up body snatcher.” He paid, stoic expression throughout our entire interaction and left. Never to be seen again.”
The fence at the end of the neighborhood
“My boyfriend and I have lived in the same neighborhood our whole lives. There’s a point when you get to the bottom of the hill, or end of the neighborhood, and come across a fence. Behind the fence has always been a big field that use to hold cows. Always has been. One night we decided to take a drive and ended up at the end of the neighborhood. There was no fence anymore, nor a field. It was a long road that went into another neighborhood that wasn’t there before. We freaked out and went down the road, only to end up by a local gas station. It freaked us out how they built it so fast but dropped it since it didn’t seem super out of the ordinary. A few days went by and we decided to take the road to get to the gas station a little faster. We drove to the end of the neighborhood, but there was no road. It was the same fence and field we’ve always been use to. There wasn’t a sign of a road ever being there. There wasn’t even a neighborhood on the other side of the field.
To this day, we still live in that neighborhood. They recently started building a neighborhood on the other side of the field. It kind of freaks us out.”
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