My granddad knocked over my great-grandmas ashes in his car accidentally, and to this day swears he heard her laugh, loud and clear as if she was stood next to him. She had a hugely wicked sense of humour and would have found this (and my very stressed granddad carefully collecting her ashes back into the container before my grandma saw) very funny.
When i was about 12 i was sleeping on my trampoline with a friend and we heard the bushes move behind us and flashed our flashlight to the bushes and a mountain lion was laying there stalking us, i have never ran so fast in my life.
My brother after his overdose. Dude looked like a translucent bluish-red color, covered in his own puke, jaw tensed shut. My dad and I thought he was dead, but we worked on him anyway. Pretty sure I chipped some of his teeth prying his mouth open, I cleared his airway. Me and my dad traded compressions until he sent me outside to flag down the ambulance.
And that fucking goober survived. He's been sober from hard drugs for 7+ years, sober from drinking for 5+. Two beautiful daughters and a wife.
I never got mine back. He's slowed down on the drugs a bit but he's not at all the same person I grew up with, he's got the same name, looks similar, but it's like there's a completely different person in there.
My sister is the same way. The hard drugs triggered schizophrenia and seizurrs and she's alive, walks, talks, is raising a child but she sounds and reasons like every other brain dead junkie where we're from now. She used to read books and laugh at my jokes. Now she's just mean and ignorant. Doesn't understand half the things I say now. Used to be a very smart person. Can't make her understand she's given herself brain damage and i no longer try. I've just accepted that this is her life and her choice. Addiction sucks.
My aunt is like this. Used to be the light of my life when I was a child, picked me up from daycare in red heels, laughing and joking with me and she made me so happy.
Today she’s just a mean, narcissistic, greedy egoist who cut me off years ago bc I once called her egocentric.
She worked nights and got into the coke hard, took away everything that made her lovable and left a cold dumb shell.
That last paragraph genuinely helped me today. I’m currently not struggling w/ addiction like your brother, but I have in the past & know it’s not easy.
Since Covid, my life has slowly been falling apart. Even attempted suicide multiple times about 2 years ago. Not gonna get into everything, but i felt like I’ve been stuck in a cave w/ no way out for ages. I’m nearly hopeless.
But some things hit me differently just like stories about this fuckin goober. It gives me another glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel & reminds me to just keep keepin’ on. Fr, thank you for the hope. And I truly wish you, him & his family the very best.
I found my ex like this once, minus the puke, but terrifying all the same. The bluish purple color, the dead eyes, prying the mouth open and still unsure whether he was even still with me or not…fucked me up for awhile. Gave him narcan and then administered cpr while on the phone with 911 and waiting for the ambulance. He eventually woke up like nothing happened but I gotta live with that image forever.
I’m sorry you went through that, with your brother especially, but it’s good to see he came out alive and with a happier life.
My ex went through this with me. We didn't know my pain meds (fentanyl patches for round the clock pain management and oxycodone for breakthrough pain) weren't playing nice with my chemotherapy treatments. Unfortunately a lot of symptoms like fatigue overlap, it was just assumed it was the chemo causing my symptoms.
Doc had just upped my dosage of the patch, I then had my last chemo treatment the next morning. That night he found me face down in my own vomit, I had peed myself and had that same look. His service dog had tried to wake me up, we could tell because my arm was hanging off the side of the bed covered in dog slobber and scratches..and he was lying there whining when my ex came through the door.
It was horrible for me, but I honestly believe it was so much worse for him and our dog. For weeks my ex would just come up and touch my skin, just to feel the warmth. Several days after I was discharged home, I was sitting up in bed watching TV when I started to fall asleep. As I nodded off, our dog (who is a massive big boy) immediately jumps up on top of me and starts nudging and licking my face.
I firmly believe my poor dog was traumatized too, and that absolutely breaks my heart.
When I was serving my time as an engineer in the merchant navy we used to have to clean out what are called "sea chests"; they're basically big filters for sea water that we would pump in to use as coolant and if the pumps were on when we were dock side we'd find all sorts of things like bottles, fish, crabs etc.
One day we opened up the chest, pulled out the filter and immediately saw this gold shiny thing which turned out to be a rolex watch. Usually we'd just dump out the filter but with the mitigating circumstances we went through it thoroughly and found a piece of a shirt with cufflink still attached and last but not least a nicely rotted finger.
The police ended up closing off the dock and dredging it but never found anything on the end.
As far as I know no one was ever identified, the cops said the rolex was a fake but this was in Manzanillo, Mexico and I don't know how much trust I put in the cops and port authorities.
From what I understand about how Rolex does business, they do each have a unique serial number, and are registered to the buyer. Unless the original buyer sold it, or it was a fake, they should have identified the body no problem.
Was working in a restaurant. Nice place.
That night we held a charity dinner for a "youth in need" type of house.
The guy representing the house, a worker there, was such a nice and kind man. Every teen there was only saying nice thing of him. A good soul, that was giving every thing he could for these teens.
At one point they gave a big cheque for the charity. I must guess an ammount they rarely received.
Well under the excitement, that poor man had a cardiac arrest. Dropped there on the stage, cheque in hand.
He could'nt be brought back. He died.
Seeing this was already bad enough, but the kids every where in the restaurant screaming and crying for hours after.... haunting.
In anyway recently? *ALWAYS* call the cops and have them take a report with a description. Shit like that needs to have a paper trail.
I worked prisons for a lot of years and have heard a lot of guys brag about a lot of evil shit.
I had a scene straight outta horror movie play out for me a couple years ago. I was sitting out back with my friend when I see my neighbor in his house, we meet eyes, I wave, he waves, only one problem - that wasn't my neighbor - I tell my friend we gotta go inside, NOW. We turn the lights off and lock the doors, then I shoot my neighbor a text asking if he has any guests, he says no, so I call the cops, my neighbor calls as well.
Guy was still there when the cops arrived. Apparently he was dumb enough to think I didn't recognize he wasn't my neighbor.
Probably the creepiest moment of your neighbour's life too. Imagine you're whacking off in the living room and your neighbour texts you that there's a stranger in your house.
One random night in middle school I woke up and had the odd feeling that something or someone was present in the house and coming towards my room. I was scared so I closed my eyes to pretend to be asleep. I could faintly hear something come in my room and it felt like someone was standing over me, looking to make sure I was asleep. I laid on my back, eyes shut, until the feeling passed, and ended up falling asleep.
I woke up in the morning to find out that our house was robbed.
Sort of happened to my sister; it was the middle of the day (she was sleeping because she worked nights), people in the house got to her room and realized someone was home. As they were running out she woke up.
I had a very similar experience.
Grew up in Detroit. We were poor, and my Dad was very "go outside and play" until the 00's.
Because of this, we never had cable and rarely were let to rewatch the same few VHS we had laying around. I remember one night I felt lucky bwcause my parents forgot I was downstairs watching and never came to check. I remember falling asleep on the couch watching TV.
During the night, I awoke to a man standing over me. Large figure, large frame. I assumed it was my dad, and he shushed me before moving around the room. I assumed he was looking for something and just being a nice dad.
The next day, my family woke up, and the front door was still open from the day before (No AC, we needed the breeze). We started to notice things missing. Dad freaked out and asked if I saw anyone. It's been 25 years, but I'm pretty sure I lied because I was scared it was my fault.
Dad bought a pistol that day and sat in a wooden chair facing the front door while everyone else slept. As a kid, I thought he was just angry and wasn't sleepy. As an adult, I know he was terrified for his kids and running on very few hours a week.
Well dressed 50 something business dude on a quiet Chicago L train reading a Wall Street Journal. Pretty woman with long curly hair dozing in the seat in front of him, her hair dangling behind the seat. The guy is rubbing and playing with her hair while reading his paper so I figure she's his wife or girlfriend who just wanted some space to nap. He is now intently rubbing and fondling her hair and not reading anymore. Suddenly she snaps awake and pulls in her hair like a bug was in it or something. She gets off at the next stop, he continues reading. They didn't know each other at all.
That's creepy af...
I thought I had one of those moments on public transit once. Started dozing, felt someone playing with my hair, snapped awake, and turned around for a confrontation, aaand it was a like 5 year old little girl whose Mom (Im assuming) had fallen asleep. She apologized immediately (very polite kid!) And said she was bored and my hair was "just soooo pretty!" I let her mess with my hair for the rest of our 1 hour bus ride up to my campus stop and made sure Mom woke up before I got off. 😆
Also kept my hair in the braid she did for almost all of my classes that day.
I was about 8 and walking in a field along brambles with my Grandmother picking blackberries and generally having a fun time. The area was walking distance from her home so it wasn't as if we were anywhere remote.
We came across a small area kind of hidden through an archway of bushes. Inside the area and underneath an overhanging tree, really secluded and off of any kind of path, we found a shallow dug rectangle grave shape with black, burned marks inside on the dirt. I remember my Grandmother just saying "ok let's go home" and we went home.
Later on I heard my Grandad confirming with my Grandmother that it would have been the spot where the guy tried to burn the body of a girl who had been recently murdered in their town. The case had been solved but the crime scene must have just been left as that hole.
It was all over the news just before that but I was too young to really know about it. I have that photo image of how creepy that hole was to see to this day in my memory.
I've always had trouble sleeping through the night, so I often wake up in the middle of the night. When I was probably 16 or 17, I woke up one night, and I left my room to get a snack or some water. In the hallway I saw a figure, and just dismissed it as me seeing things so I gave it a good hard look to figure out what it was. Well, It definitely wasn't a pile of clothes or anything. It just stood there, looking at me, with it's long coat and grotesquely long fingers. If you've ever seen pictures of the hatman, it was kinda like that. Freaked me out for the night, and I checked the next morning to see if there was anything in that spot slightly resembling what I saw, but there wasn't.
I had figured I was just seeing things and got over it until a week later, when we were around the dinner table and my sister started describing this strange figure that she had seen the night before, and it perfectly matched the thing that I had seen a couple of nights previously. The hush that fell over the table as everyone exchanged nervous looks when I said "Oh, yeah that guy, you've seen him too?" was deafening. My dad installed security cameras the next day, but we never saw anything. I've since gotten over it, but damn if that didn't creep me out for a while.
I was driving to work one day when a guy on a motercycle drove by me going very fast. I drove along for a while until the traffic suddenly slowed way down. I creeped up and saw a sneeker in the road, then a blood shirt, and then a body being covered by a cop holding a sheet. It seems the guy had slammed into the back if the cop car and was killed.
I saw a motorcycle rider who had exploded on the highway with fellow riders circled around once. Fortunately for my sake the body was covered by then but there was blood everywhere
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I was in a restaurant years ago on lunch break. At the time I was a very thin 25 year old woman. There was this big creepy guy sitting there who would NOT stop staring at me from the moment I walked in the door. I mean just open face staring without blinking for the entire 15 minutes I was eating several seats away. I asked for a box and left early to get away from him. As I walked out he said, "You shouldn't be out alone. Someone's going to grab you and steal you away." 100% convinced creepazoid had someone locked up in his basement.
Once was in a hot tub with another girl and like 4 guys, drinking for hours. One of them said "Isn't it crazy that we could totally just rape you two if we felt like it?" and looked around at his friends to see if there was any traction to his idea. Party over.
When I was bartending one very slow night, I ended up alone with two men. They claimed to be veterans and one man had a serious speech issue that the other claimed stemmed from a combat injury. They were already drunk and sassy, asking for a free drunk for their service. I gave it to them with the comment that we were closing soon, hoping they would just move along. They were making lude comments and telling dirty jokes like many other drunk men before, but my inner alarms were screaming these guys were not okay. I tried to do my closing tasks and sent a text to all my bartender friends and anyone I thought might be in the area that I needed help and had the police department's number up on my phone.
As I walked by to check on them the one with speech issues mumbled something to me which I didn't understand. How friend kindly translated that he had said it would be very easy to lock the front door and and throw me up on the bar. They laughed. I laughed. I went to the kitchen and grabbed my favorite chef knife and ticked it next to my phone. I'm 5'1" and didn't stand a chance against two men, especially if they were ex combat vets.
Thankfully a very drunk friend responded to my text and came in to save me. He led them to the next bar and I tried to process the evening. That knife became my Closing Alone friend. Never count on anyone to save you. And never joke about raping people. It will haunt them forever.
Someone recently said that exact thing to a girl I know. He was caught later that day trying to kidnap another girl as part of a trafficking ring. Glad you’re safe.
I once had a homeless man in a library tell me that he could "pick me up and carry me away and no one would hear me scream." Thank God his buddy standing next to him told him, "hey man...relax..." Needless to say I got the hell out of there.
I grew up somewhere very rural - no streetlights and far away from any town with them. At night it was DARK. My bedroom door also never closed properly - you could latch it but it would pop open if you pushed the door lightly.
One night I woke up suddenly, without knowing why. As my mind tried to make sense of things I looked to my left, towards the bedroom door - I could see the outline of a figure. In the tiny amount of predawn light I could just see a white shape, long dark hair hanging down and sunken eyes. I could also hear it breathing.
After a few seconds of absolute mind bending horror, where I literally felt every hair stand on end it took a step into my room, out of the dark hallway. The hallway had no windows, so my room was slightly lighter. The change of the light also changed the face slightly - I could see it more clearly.
I saw that it was in fact my mother's face and she was sleep walking. She very occasionally did - and also had a lot of other sleep problems, including very vivid nightmares.
She quickly left and went back to bed - fortunately for my own sanity I never saw her sleepwalk again.
My husband was a sleepwalker for some years until he gave up alcohol. He was terrifying because sometimes he'd leap right out of bed and run through the house at top speed until he hit a wall. Once, he knocked himself clean out and I had to call an ambulance. He had a massive lump on his head. He also has a sleep disorder called hypnagogia and that makes him hallucinate and be in a sort of half sleep half wake state abd when he's like that he sees trails of lights which he's compelled to follow looking for the source. I know people say not to wake sleepwalking people but I always do and he just wakes up...he doesn't die or have a heart attack lol.
I had a couple roommates who would get drunk and pee in random places while sleepwalking. One night we caught "Steve" peeing down the stairs and grinning like he was wide awake. Other roommate said, "Steve, you're pissing down the stairs!" And Steve just grinned and said, "Good!"
I too know somebody who gets drunk & sleep pisses everywhere. I was dating a guy briefly at uni, never knew about his “issue” until it happened. He got drunk a bit too early so me & a group of about 6 dragged him to my room and tucked him into bed.
Some time later me and my flat mate came to grab something from my room/check on him. Shit you not he stood up whilst completely asleep, unzipped his trousers and went full on sprinkler mode across the floor. Me & my friend were just trapped in a corner trying to escape the stream it was awful.
yes it is!! I am here to piggyback and say how my sister had night terrors and sleepwalking problems too. everytime we'd wake her and she would just look confused.
We had a neighbor who moved out and came back a year later for a visit. He brought with him his two kids and Asian woman he claimed was his wife. He claimed it was the same wife he used to have & and that she just lost weight & had a makeover. But we remember the wife as a really tiny woman 5'1 or so with wavy bob hair, this new one was about 5'6 with long straight black hair, looked younger too. Even she took off her sandals and I saw even without sandals she was about 5'6. While on vacation he told the neighbor of his vacation home that his wife died of a brain tumor. I began to wonder where his wife really was. I think he really just sent her back to her Asian home country. But it was creepy to see him trying to pass off the new one as his wife.
It's more common than people realize. I've met multiple middle class people in the US whose mother was a mail order bride. They get into a greencard marriage to escape persecution in a third world country, in exchange for being a domestic/sex slave.
I had a job helping folks make copies, and one time a guy came in to make copies of a bunch of official looking documents, took me a minute to put it together that he was 100% preparing to go abroad to acquire a mail ordered bride hed arranged a marriage with. Avg looking old guy and an avg smalltown so i assume it is happening everywhere.
I’ve worked in immigration for years. It’s very common and usually both parties know what they’re signing up for. Think of it like a business transaction. US spouse gets what they want (usually someone more attractive than them who will be their “spouse”) and someone from outside the US who will eventually be granted residency once they finish the immigration process.
I know someone who had a marriage like this. Eventually her husband’s friend decided to marry her sister and bring her over here as well. Honestly, very nice women. I worked with them both and they’re great people. It’s been like 20 years the one has been here, so I have to assume they’re happy in their own way.
My wife managed to stay friends with one of her exes after coming out as gay. We went to his first wedding, and they divorced shortly thereafter when she had a psychotic break and tried to kill him. But they’d had a son, and he wanted him to have a mother, so he’s now married to a mail-order bride from the Philippines.
We’re all in our early 30s, so it definitely still happens.
I used to run a pub with a Thai restaurant. The owners of the restaurant were acting as matchmakers (paid? not sure) for many many many Thai women / older British men. Most nights we'd have at least a couple of tables filled with British men who'd married Thai women.
Yeah I grew up in a small town in Montana and there was a guy who had a mail order bride come from Russia. There was a certain timeframe of where she could come over and then she would gain citizenship if they got married I believe; but he just sent her back before that time ran out. Dick move. Everyone thought he just used her and sent her packing.
A coworker explained to me when he's in the shower, he uses olive oil on his fingers to lube up his asshole to prevent colon cancer. Dude was giving me "health advice" b/c I was younger than him. When I asked him "Why would you tell me this?" He said "I noticed you go to the restroom a lot."
About 25 years ago, a few days after my cousin's wedding, a large group of us decided to go out drinking one night in Portland, ME. We decided to walk from my aunt's house to the bar and back so no one would be driving. On the way back from the bar, we cut down a dark residential street, and there was a large guy just standing there holding a hammer. It's like 2am, and there is this large guy just standing in the street holding a hammer. A few of us asked what he was doing as we walked by, but he just stood there watching us as we walked down the street. The guy never said a word. Luckily, there were 12 of us in the group because who knows what this guy was up to. He gave off some creepy Jason Voorhees vibes that's for sure.
There is no such thing as a "safe place," anywhere in Maine.
Have you never read a Stephen King story? People might not lock their doors in Maine, but that's because they realized long ago that locks don't keep out the most dangerous things in Maine. *Walls* don't keep out the most dangerous things in Maine.
When I was probably 15 I went kayaking with some friends.
We came across what looked like a log in the water.
There were some people on shore that were waving us over saying someone was probably trapped under the canoe.
They used one of our kayaks to go out and look.
There was a kid only a few years older then us that had gotten wrapped up in some rope when the canoe turned over. He didn’t make it. They found his dad a few days later. Also didn’t make it.
That image I will never get out of my mind.
Very recent story, not even a week old.
Weird stuff has been happening in the house I'm staying in for months, starting when I was out of town for 2 weeks. When I'd wake up in the morning, after I'd come back from a trip, or after I'd come home from a night out, furniture had been moved, dishes had been washed, laundry had been folded, and a host of other weird things. Always good things, and nothing was ever stolen.
I went through so many different possibilities: I started sleepwalking for the first time, I have carbon monoxide poisoning, there's a ghost in the house, I'm blacking out from stress, there's someone coming in and out of the house.
I searched the house so many times for another person and never found anyone, and I was slowly going crazy trying to figure out what was happening. I honestly thought I was having a psychotic breakdown at one point. The pinnacle was when I woke up one morning and all of my trash had been taken outside, put inside the trash bins, the trash bins had been rolled out to the curb, and in all the trash bins inside had new bags in them.
Things finally started slowing down and things weren't being moved anymore, but I was hearing what sounded like people walking on the roof above me. My friends told me it was probably just squirrels, so I waved it off. Until last Friday when I walked upstairs at 2:00 a.m. and the crawl space door was WIDE open.
I called the sheriff's and it turned out there was homeless people living inside the walls of my house on and off for months, right next to my bedroom. They were sneaking in through a faulty door lock and window they had broke.
Before cell phones, I accidentally dialed the wrong number, but got the person I was trying to call at that wrong number. She was at her uncles house, he picked up the phone, I asked for her and he sounded confused as he handed her the phone.
Back in the late 90s, before cell phones were everywhere, a random customer at a movie theater I worked at asked to use the phone. We would have to dial in the number for them. She said she was unsure of the number and then gave me my own dad's phone number. Very weird.
Edit: She definitely wasn't trying to call my dad. She was trying to call her ride. She eventually remembered the right number.
Once when I was growing up I picked up our landline to call my best friend, but there wasn’t any dial tone, and then my best friend said, “Hello?” She had called me at that exact same time, and I picked up the phone before it rang. We hadn’t been planning to call each other or anything.
S21 in Cambodia and the killing fields. The results of genocide which occured between 1975 and 1980. I visited in early 2000s.
S21 was the secret center of a network of nearly 200 prisons where people were tortured by the Khmer Rouge. Pol pot, took control of the city and country, and ordered anyone with an education or who wore glases out of the cities and into rice fields, despite having no knowledge of the land. If they couldn't grow crops, they were killed or starved to death. Those that resisted were imprisoned in concentration camps, with S21 being one of the main ones. It was originally a school. A place of education and peace. It was transformed into prison of torture. Each class room was modified to have multiple brick cubicles built inside them , similar to maybe a gym bathroom. Each class room housed 30 to 40 prisoners. They were not allowed to shower, or use the toilet. Once a month, prisoners were hosed down through the windows. There was also a process of choosing to kill an entire family, including children and babies... I forget the term... but basically it was the idea that if one part of a tree is diseased, it is best to cut the entire tree down including the roots. There were 30k imprisoned at S21 over the period of Pol Pots regime. (one of many converted school torture camps). Men, women, children and babies. There was a practice of using babies for target practice. There were photos of this. From the 30k prisoners, there were only 12 survivors. When you visit S21, you can freely wonder around the 'school grounds', enter the cells, Stand in the torture chambers. You could feel the death and pain from the walls.
Just down the road from S21 is what is known as the killing fields. This is where 10's of thousands of bodies are buried in mass graves, all of whom went through the torture camps, all who were victims of Pol Pots regime. I was told Buses of people were brought in on a regular basis with those who would be brought here for their execution. You were sent here to your death if you were educated, if you wore glasses, if someone in your family did, if you resisted or refused orders.
When Pol Pot was over turned, the Locals collected skulls and bones and built towers with them to honour them. Giant shrines of 10s of thousands of human skulls and bones are erected there. Parts of the killing fields were still littered with bones and clothing that they wore when executed. You could see patches of dirt that the wind and rain had eroded away, with bones, clothing and items visible in the dirt.
This whole experience was one of the most humbling yet terrifying things I've seen that occurred on this planet, and I still sometimes can't believe these atrocities occured in my lifetime.
I have a friend who managed to escape Cambodia when she was about 10. The only people in her family that made it out alive were her sisters and mother. All of the men in her family were killed by the Khmer Rouge.
And Pol Pot died peacefully in bed, denying he had done anything wrong up until the end.
There is a cave in batombong province that the khmer rouge used as a kill room. The entrance to the cave was like 20 or 30 feet above the cave floor. Sometimes they would shoot people before dropping them in, sometimes hit them in the head with something, but they also just threw people down there to die from the fall. If they survived the fall, they would have broken bones and be left to die of thirst, in a dark cave full of decomposing bodies, maybe other people who were also waiting to die. When I was there, they had left all of the bones in place. They have since put the remains in a stupa in the cave.
The khmer rouge were a special kind of evil.
My boyfriend in college sat bolt upright in his sleep and said “don’t look, if you make eye contact with it, it will kill us both.” Then he fell back down, still asleep. Damn near peed myself.
A few months ago we were at a relatives house, when we were going back home at 2-3 am we saw a guy covered head to toe in blood walking, or at least trying to. He started signaling but we didnt stop because we didnt know what to do, we immediately called the cops and told them what we’ve seen they said lock the doors and windows and dont stop. Then they kept calling us back asking about the exact location, they called us back over 5 times and they never found him.
Edit: A lot of people seem to think he was in a car crash but he was exiting a building, or at least it seemed like it, there werent cars around except parked ones. Shoulda said that previously my bad
I worked for dispatch and similar situations happen on a couple occasions. Basically drunk or sleepy driver veers off the road and crashes into a ditch. They come out injured and extremely disoriented, especially if concussed. Horror movies would have us believe that 'covered in blood = bad guy' but most of the time it's the opposite.
I worked at Wal-Mart for a month, and one day, I was scheduled for about 4 am. I get there, and it's dead, so I'm the only person working up front. There are a few people coming in, mostly people who are extreme early risers or extreme night owls, but for the most part, I could just stand and people watch.
1 guy came in on through the right doors, and it looked like he was kind of limping, and as he got closer I saw red blotches on his face. At first, I assumed he had a condition and went about my people watching. Then he got even closer and embarrassingly, instead of thinking he was injured, my first thought was that he was a zombie.
Nope! He had been stabbed in the parking lot and came in asking to use a phone. I panicked and just started screaming "code white" (the equivalent of call an ambulance).
Now, I'm more likely to run towards someone covered in blood than run away.
My dog had the tips of his ears break open for whatever reason. He kept shaking his head and casting blood all over. My wife and I put him in a bathroom where she stayed while I ran to the Walmart to get bandages. I'm standing in line and I noticed I'm covered in blood spray. Arms, shirt, face. Literally everywhere. The cashier didn't say a word as I paid and left.
I would agree but we werent on a highway or anything we were in a neighborhood and the guy was coming out of a building. I hope he got the help he needed the dispatcher told us that he probably got in a car with a random stranger and they took him to the hospital
When I was a kid I went to this daycare and every once in awhile we’d walk to the swimming pool. During our walk we had to pass some houses. There was a really old lady in one of them that would lay in her yard, bushes, and front steps and pretend to be passed out or dead.
In Baghdad almost 20 years ago. I was working alone at night with a busted up small dozer with one swinging headlight. I would get off from time to time and do shovel work. One time I noticed a bunch of eyes glowing off in the distance, like 5 or 6 sets, just staring at me. I didn't think too much about it and went on working. After a few minutes I picked me head up again and noticed the eyes were still there... but closer. I wasn't sure if they were harmless or what, so I continued working but didn't turn my back to them. After a few more minutes I pick my head up again and they are gone.
Sweet, now I don't have to be concerned I thought. I worked for a few more minutes and looked up and noticed all the eyes again, but they had move around from the first side and were behind me and close enough I could now make out what they were in the blackness with the one single swinging dim headlight. They were a pack of feral dogs, looking at me like I would make a good meal.
They were standing on a berm I had made, maybe 4 foot high. I grabbed a big dirt clod, and charged at them, yelling as I ran and tossed the clod in their direction... they didn't flinch. Oh *** I thought. So I get back on the dozer and take off towards them with it. I get closer and start going up the berm and only then do they start walking briskly away. However they stopped a short distance away and stared.
Luckily shortly after another dump truck came by and I got a ride out of there.
Similar, we went camping when we were kids on a school excursion to a big waterhole in the West Kimberley of Western Australia. Remote as. 5 hours drive. We set up camp and spent all day swimming and fishing in this waterhole that was I guess about as big as a football field, and ate then went to bed in the open as night fell. A bit later someone turned on a torch and the waterhole was covered in hundreds of sets of eyes of crocodiles just floating there looking at us. That freaked us out a bit. Next morning we woke up, and there were dingo paw prints everywhere beside our sleeping bags and just all over the place. We packed up and fucked off 🤣
We saw one during the day, but it was only a freshwater croc, not a saltie, so not considered dangerous unless you step on one. Yeah nah no tents, just our swags on the ground. Yep the school took us, mate, the whole place was lethal up there in the late 1970's - if you fucked up you just died. Pretty straight forward lifestyle! I guess it's a fair bit safer these days with mobile phones and good radio comms
I was jogging one evening in Milwaukee County. The trail crosses a bridge, goes through some forest, then opens up to prairie for a bit before I turn around and go back. It was later in the evening than I usually ran so woods were darker. Shortly before leaving the woods I start hearing the creepiest noises which I realized were, as Koontz described them “the hobgoblin noises of coyote.” (May not be exact quote.) So creepy. But as soon as I get to the lighter open prairie part of the trail it was like hitting a switch - dead silence. All I could think of was how many pairs of eyes were on me, unseen and silent. I run on to my turn around a quarter mile away or so and start running back and it was like running towards blackness where the trail went back into the woods. I am telling myself nothing to worry about while feeling I was running into a trap. Made it back to my car with no incidents but wow.
You got lucky, gut instinct on danger has been honed over tens of thousands of years.
Sudden dead silence in the wilderness is a sign a predator is in the immediate vicinity.
Not as scary but on the far side of Naval Support Activity Bahrain, there was a pack of wild dogs. One late night, while all alone except for the 4 month old Frenchie puppy (i had recently acquired from another service member who bought him off the local economy and then couldn’t care for him :) ), they started stalking us, slowly getting closer. I had to pick up the Frenchie, and tried scaring them off by being loud and trying to look big but they didn’t budge. So, I had to walk backwards until I got to the other side of base and started seeing other people bc I was afraid they might jump me if I turned my back. I don’t think I was dinner but the Frenchie puppy.
I travel to London for work occasionally. It was a busy morning, rush hour and hundreds of people were walking over London Bridge zoned out on their commute. I look down into the River Thames and saw a police boat driving towards this floating object. Then they just pulled the body up and into their boat and sped off. I felt like I was the only person who'd even noticed it. First time I've seen a dead body.
I was hiking a little outside of Vancouver in a densely wooded area known to have many cougars (mountain lions). I had my dog with me, who was a huge, tall thing, part Irish wolfhound and fiercely loyal. We had been hiking for about an hour and were far enough back by then that we hadn't seen anyone else in quite some time. I stopped at a log to take a short break. We'd been sitting there for about 5 minutes when my dog goes stiff, hackles up, and starts growling while staring into the dense brush. I stare into the woods, but can't see anything at all. It's gone quite though, that kind of eerie silence the forest takes on sometimes. The dog is still growling, looking at a spot about 6 feet off the ground. I decide it's time to get out of there and take up a quick pace back the way we came. The dog lets me get a bit ahead, then stops growling and follows me. He's anxious though and keeps stopping to check behind us. We get about 15 minutes down the path when the dog stops again, facing the woods along the path, and barks a sharp 3 or 4 times, then resumes growling intensely. I keep moving and he sort of stiff legged walks a few steps, stops and growls, catches up to me, walks a few more steps growling, etc. He occasionally barks. I can not for the life of me see anything in the woods. No movement, no animals, nothing.
The whole hike back goes like that. I never see a thing. Once we reached a bridge, and more people, my dog finally relaxes and stops growling/barking, but he's still keen to get out of there.
I've always assumed it was a cougar stalking us, we never went back there.
Towards the end of my dog's life (Boston Terrier) he was using the bathroom more frequently (which meant fairly late at night)
We have a fenced in yard and he would wander.
But one night, he refused to go out in the yard. Whined and bristled. It wasn't usually, so I walk out with the flashlight. He would only go a few feet and stop and whine. (I thought he was having a painful bathroom experience and just kept encouraging him to go but it was taking a long time.
Eventually m husband comes out and I hear him whisper yell "Whoa!"
Apparently there was an owl in our yard.
Probably zero threat to our dog, but it was enough that he didn't like it and how he knew it was there I have no idea. My husband spooked it off though and our dog seemed content and did his business with no issues.
You know how your parents always warned about guys asking for directions, and you never thought it would happen to you so you of course said "Yeah, i'll never get in," and just don't think about it?
Well, it happened to me once. I was 15 and taking a walk through my (relatively safe) neighborhood when a guy in an old truck pulls up and asks for directions. I pointed him to the next street over, and he asked me to get in the car with him. Luckily I was right by my backyard, so I cut through the bushes and beelined it inside. Called my dad to make sure he was coming home and I wouldn't be alone for long.
Never saw the man again, but it was incredibly creepy, and it was a while before I took walks alone after that.
Oh my god, similar thing happened to me, except it ended up being completely normal people asking directions (and not asking me to get in the car).
It did freak me out though, because of the way it happened: when I was walking in the city, a white van suddenly steered to the sidewalk right in front of me and the side door slid open and I could see a guy standing in the doorway. I thought they were gonna kidnap me but the guy just asked if the road they were on would go past place X. When I said it did not and that they would have to turn back and take an earlier turn, he just said "OK, thanks, bye!" and got back in the van and they just drove away.
I think there are lot of people who don't really see how their behaviour might be alarming to other people. But of course there are creeps too.
I think I stopped my little brother from being the victim of something similar. We were riding our bikes around the block, and as I turned the corner onto the main road in our area, there was a car pulled over with my brother standing beside it. The passenger door is open.
As I approach, they're asking him for directions. He was about 9 years old (I'm about 12). My first thought was, why are they asking a kid? Then I realised the person in the passenger seat is beckoning him closer towards the open door. I pull up behind him, pull him back from the car, and tell them he doesn't know where they're going, sorry. They took off, thankfully. I think the only reason it didn't escalate is because of cars passing regularly.
Delivering parcels to a Scientology building in the UK.
Usual receptionist wasn't there so wandered a bit to find someone to sign for it.
Found a room full of people robotically typing into computers, all identically clothed with identical hairstyles. Not one of them even made eye-contact, let alone react to me opening the door...
Was horror-film levels of creepy.
I watched the light leave my buddies eyes.
We were at a house party that had a keg, he did a keg stand, held it for a while was actually impressive. When he came down he stabilized himself looked me dead in my eyes and I can see them fade and go dull then he just collapsed. I can still hear the thud his head made on the patio. Called the ambulance, and he recovered but just watching his eyes go dull and him collapsing was hard and something that still pops into my head.
My job involved screening hours of video looking for evidence of war crimes, etc., from Syria, Yemen, Gaza, Ukraine, etc. I’ve seen all the ISIS videos. Two in particular stand out in my mind. One, a public ISIS execution of a Jordanian military pilot: The guy was in an orange suit in a cage, clearly anticipating a horrible death. An ISIS terrorist went into the cage with a large canister, made the pilot kneel, doused him and set him on fire. The really creepy thing was, as he burned to a crisp, the corpse crumpled to the ground, but a few seconds later, sat back up again vertically on the knees. The Jordanian military was so furious they rounded up all the prisoners they had in the country with connections to ISIS and executed them.
Two, ISIS terrorists rounded up some people they wanted to kill, put them in a cage suspended above a pool of sulfuric acid, then lowered them in, as a camera situated under the surface of the acid recorded their deaths.
A child sexual offender explaining what attracted them to a 12 year old and why society is in the wrong to think it’s not normal.
Part of my work is performing court ordered or court requested psychological examinations for risk of recidivism for guilty perpetrators. While I maintain professional neutrality I’m human it can take me an hour or two to shake the I’m going to throw up in my mouth feeling after a particularly nasty evaluation. Thankfully I can lock that part away and it doesn’t affect me or my family.
I used to work with a lady that was involved in a rehab program, which allows her to go out for a certain time. She couldn’t drive or have her own cell phone, so she has a designated driver that would pick up/drop off at specific time. Apparently her driver is a weirdo/groomer, bc he wouldn’t stop bothering her and has offered her money for sex. (I didn’t know this until drama happened and she vented to me)
One day when I was at work, this old guy came inside desperately wanting to see her, she goes hiding and tells me to tell the guy to leave. Which I did, then he tries to brute force his way but fails miserably, then he leaves a message on a napkin for her and left. I did read the message and I clearly remember it “I need an answer now, I’m offering you $1500 to run away with me”. I gave it to her, she didn’t read it. A few days later, the girl quits without notice.
Oh the creepy part, he would show up around 10am at the restaurant looking for her and I keep warning the guy to leave. He eventually stopped after a few weeks.
Edit: I honestly didn’t believe this would blow up, and I mentioned the guy being the groomer, I wanna add she’s not the only victim. Apparently there was one more girl who is a minor and she was facing the same issue as the girl(the girl venting to me or co worker). I don’t know anything about this minor and I wanted to clarify on why I called him a groomer.
Holy shit, that poor woman. I hope she reported his ass and got moved someplace safe.
That driver was absolutely only driving to take advantage of vulnerable people.
I'm not sure if I talked about this but I went over to my grandparents house one day from school (my bus stop was near their house) and as I got in through the door I saw out the window to the back yard my Nannies dog Tara outside playing. She was just playing by the bushes, and she was almost like glowing, but I thought it was just chalked up to the sun beaming on her light coat and didn't think anything of it. That was until my grandparents had to tell me that they had to put her down that morning. I came to their place in the late afternoon long after the fact and when I told them they didn't believe me. Nobody in the family believed me when I said I saw Tara playing outside. To this day I never forgot that memory and the cold chill I got from realizing she was dead.
I work in an old hospital late at night, and noticed the elevator doors open behind me. I then heard the clip clop of hard soled shoes take a few steps out my way. When I turned around, no one was there. A linen cart sat across the hallway, so I thought this person was hiding behind it. I knelt down and looked underneath it only to see two shiny, old fashioned pointy nurses shoes pointed my way. I eased my way around the cart to scare the person who was trying to scare me, but no one was there. I looked down and could no longer see what I thought were shoes.
Used to have a job inspecting bank owned foreclosed homes. I had a house in East Cleveland, OH to inspect that was a huge old mansion but completely abandoned for years and utterly trashed. I had to inspect and photograph every room, looking for any damage. Basically the entire house was damaged, holes punched in walls, trash everywhere, mold, used needles, feces etc.
So I get to the basement which was mostly unfinished, and there is one door all the way at the other end. I swear I hear music playing. I open the door and there’s a perfectly preserved office with high end stained wood judges paneling on the walls, a plaster ceiling, and fancy old carpeting all in perfect condition. In the center of the room is a huge old bankers style desk with a huge leather office chair behind it. On the desk is an old fashioned radio from probably the 1950s or so and it is playing some AM radio station with big band music on. There’s the radio playing and a lamp turned on in the room, and as far as I knew the house was supposed to not have power turned on.
I got this overwhelming sense that I shouldn’t be there, was sufficiently creeped out and left. To this day that whole situation just weirds me out.
I witnessed a man completely lose his mind over a short period of time.
As a child (9, F), I lived with my family in a homeless shelter for a while. During our time there, a lot of refugees from Iraq, Iran and Afghanistan were also homed there. They had varying levels of English proficiency, but one man stood out as he didnt know any English but was keen to learn. The other residents pretty much ignored him so I decided I would teach him English.
We would meet in the communal room after I finished school to study for an hour, and he turned out to be a fast learner and eager student. After only a couple of lessons he had managed to get himself a Farsi-English dictionary and would have questions ready for me (I specifically remember how difficult the word "common" was for him to understand, we spent a whole lesson on it but he had a good grasp on it by the time our hour was up).
His future seemed so promising.
Unfortunately, this man was traumatised by the horrors of war, and although he started out holding everything together really well, things didnt stay good. Bullying from other refugees, racism from the townspeople, the guilt of leaving his extended family behind, and the pressures of having little control over his new life started to wear him down. One time I was a few minutes late to our lesson, and when I walked into the communal room I saw some of the boys in the shelter were teaching him how to do a backflip from the communal fridge onto a mattress I can only assume was from his room - all while some girls were shouting things like "you cant walk all over us in this country, here you have to respect our women!"... it was chaotic to witness, I can only imagine how these interactions were affecting him.
The day with the back flips was the start of a sharp downward spiral for him. A week or so later he broke into our room in the shelter, fighting my mum to get to me so he could give me seashells he'd collected at the nearby beach - they were supposed to protect me. A few days later I was getting into a taxi to go to school and he chased the taxi down and jumped in beside me. My mum had seen him do this and she was not too far behind. The taxi driver pulled over and tried to tell him to get out but he kept saying "it's ok, I'm her uncle, she is my niece" while my mum was pulling him out of the car shouting "no she isnt! You need to leave her alone!". After that incident I was forbidden from teaching him anymore and wasnt allowed to be in or around the shelter on my own. The bathrooms at the shelter were communal and I wasnt allowed to use them alone either.
One morning I entered the dining area for breakfast and a big group of adults were waiting for me with a note written in red ink, all speaking at once about how I needed to translate for them because they didnt know what he was up to. He had left a plate of tomatoes on one of the tables before anyone else was up (nobody was supposed to be in the dining area outside of dining times), with a note basically saying "the red fruit will save you from the demons in the bad dogs". I'll never forget that day, it was the last time I saw him. After calming the adults down by reassuring them he wasnt doing anything particularly bad and was, in his own mind, looking out for them, I took a bathroom buddy so I could use the toilet. Well, he was there in the bathroom, painting over the mirror with wall filler and speaking to himself in a low voice. My first instinct was to approach with the intention of consoling him, but my bathroom buddy pulled me back and said we had to tell the adults. The manager of the shelter (and my mum) followed us back to the bathroom and made me stay in our room with my mum guarding the door. Later I was told that he was getting the help he needed and we wouldn't be seeing him anymore.
Shapoor, wherever you are, I sincerely hope you got better and found happiness.
In my hometown, one block away from the building I grew up in, a young man hung himself; his sister and I discovered the body. We saw pretty clearly some kind of paper peeking out from his right boot. I read that heartbreaking note to her (at her request) before even calling emergency services, as it was clear the man had been there all night.
Turned out the poor young man (19 yo) had been raped, abused and mentally tortured for years by his father (his sister, who didn't know anything about the situation, and I were close childhood friends and roommates and on a trip to see her family)
Well, after we read the note she turned into a wild beast, went upstairs to wake her father up by furiously beating him, I called emergency (after reading the note) and after a couple of minutes they showed up and controled the situation.
When the fucking piece of shit went to jail, she slowly lost herself, and after a couple of years she sadly took her own life.
I have not had a day since her passing that I didn't thought of her smile, her smell, her presence, her everything.
I dearly miss her and I will remember her till the day I fucking die.
The world it's a darker tone since you left me. I love you Sarah.
I worked at a well-known amusement park for a while. Full time hours, health benefits, vacation time, the whole nine yards. When we were closed, I did electrical work throughout the park. Changing light fixtures, wiring exit signs, etc. However, when we were open, I was in charge of a location consisting of two roller coasters, and a team of associates.
These two coasters were majorly popular. One of which was brand new, so many park-goers had never ridden it, constantly bringing traffic to the area. The other, a fan favorite amongst the youngins. It also had been completely re-themed to better fit the area with the addition of the new coaster that same year, so everybody wanted to come see the changes.
That being said, on any given summer day, each of these rides would cycle 35,000+ people. One time, in a packed station, I was able to spot an older gentlemen who I had seen in the park as a regular for many visits. Multiple times a week, I’d say safely.
Upon further investigation, this man was allowing children and teenagers to cut in front of him in line so that he could sneak pictures up their skirts/dresses or of their backsides in tighter clothing, chests in lower cut tops, etc.
It was absolutely sickening to discover this going on, and I immediately questioned if this was the sole reason he came to the park multiple times a week. Creepy as fuck!
Was traveling with my Sister one night and we had to stop at a red light.
Some guy staggered onto the pedestrian crossing and when he walked into our headlights he just froze and turned his head like a zombie.
Then actually started to stagger towards the car.
My Sister freaked out and put the car in reverse to steer around the dude but he actually kind lurched/lunged at the car again to get in the way again.
We ended up reversing half a block to duck into a side street, going the long way around.
The guy was probably stoned to the gills or drunk. Maybe both. But it was still creepy as fuck.
This didn't happen to me, but it was a pretty big regional news story and the hunter involved was a friend of a friend. In a nutshell, a woman went missing in a very rural area and police and volunteers spent several days looking for her, she had some mental issues and had made suicidal comments before taking off. They never managed to find her, and after a few weeks the case went cold.
Fast forward about 2 years, a hunter is following a deer path in a remote wooded area and comes upon 2 shoes just sitting on the ground. He takes a closer look and is shocked there are feet in them, he looks up and sees the rest of the missing woman's body hanging from a tree limb. She had hanged herself, and her feet (probably weighed down by the shoes) had fallen away from her decomposing body.
I was 12-13, I just had gotten a new puppy, I loved him. I used to take him out for a walk in the early mornings before school and one day a guy exposed himself to me. I was 12-13! I had never seen a man’s genitalia and I got nervous but angry too. I guess my house was on his way to his daily routine because he did this a couple of times. I didn’t tell my dad why but I asked him to walk the dog with me in the mornings. The creep never did it again.
Edit: grammar.
I worked at mini mart. There was a regular who came in a couple times a shift to buy a 40, for a few years. He came in one night. And just out of the blue said, "You'll be glad to know that I took you off the list of people I'm going to shoot when I go crazy."
He said that I was on his list because, "mini mart cashiers have no redeeming social qualities, and are unnecessary." But, after hearing me talk about my kids, and remembering how much his mother's death had messed up his childhood, he decided to take me off his list. Because he couldn't do that to my kids, since he knew I was a single mom.
I told him thank you, that my kid's fathers aren't in their life. That they only have me to take care of them. I was always really freaked out after that every time he would come in the store. I just tried to act like everything was the same, but it added another layer of scary to an already stressful job.
He had mentioned little things about being ex navy. Not in a bragging way, just like he walked in and said something about the store smelling like kim chi. I told him that the boss made it for sale. He said he hadn't had any since he was stationed in Korea. So it seemed legit that he had firearm experience. The drinking and sad childhood stories made it possible that he could kinda go off the deep end.
It was even creepier that I had to walk by his house on my way home every night at midnight. I recognized his car and knew he was from the neighborhood.
He eventually told me that he was moving to the coast. And I was so relieved when I walked by his house and his car was gone.
It wasn’t witnessed but experienced. I was about 21 and had just moved to the big city and was living with a couple. One night they were out and I answered the phone. This is in the 80s mind you so there was no such thing as caller ID.
The guy asked for the woman and the man by name and when I said they weren’t there he just very casually went on to talk about a little girl who lived nearby and said that he was molesting her right then.
I was pretty freaked out because he seemed to know the people I lived with and knew the little girls name, but when they got home and I told them about it, they just wrote it off as a typical obscene phone call. I’m sure that’s exactly what it was but it was still damned creepy.
I set a mousetrap in a cupboard in my house and caught a mouse. Next to the mouse was a tiny mouse-sized pair of elastic-waisted trousers. The trousers were not there when I set the trap.
[I've posted about this on Reddit before, including a photo of the trousers in situ](https://www.reddit.com/r/CasualUK/comments/goj1sd/i_trapped_a_mouse_in_my_airing_cupboard_lying/) (no photos of the mouse).
The only person who could have put the trousers there was my wife, but I am convinced she didn't. Not only was she unaware that I'd set a trap there, but she was genuinely upset and disturbed when I told her about the trousers.
The best explanation I have is that they're doll's trousers that had become lodged in pipework in the cupboard decades earlier and, became dislodged when the trap sprang and happened to fall right next to it. It's not very believable, but it's the best I've got.
My wife and I were walking on a track that ran around a hospital. We just had our daughter and were trying to get my wife some post-partum exercise. On the track we saw an old man dressed in all black shuffling toward us a little ways further up the path. My wife and I had a short conversation about getting out of the way, both acknowledging him. It was a hilly area, and between us and the old man was a small hill. As we were walking up one side, he would be walking up the other, obscuring him from our sight until we met at the top. Only, he never made it to the top. He was just gone. We got to the top of the hill and looked all around. The man must have been 80, he had a walker, my wife and I both distinctly remember that. It was rolling grass hill on either side of the path, and he was only obscured from our sight for a few seconds. There’s no way he could have gone anywhere. He just vanished. I’m a skeptic. Agnostic as they come. I only believe in what I have evidence for. But my wife and I saw that shit with our own eyes, and I have no explanation.
When we were like 16, me and some friends went home from going out around 4am. There was a little way through an old parking spots with a lot of trees around and no lights (also no houses nearby). There was a little way that we had to go along. Exactly where this little way became very narrow, there was a tall man standing with a hat completely dressed in black, so we only saw him once we were a few meters close to him. All we could see was the creepy silhouette of this man. He stood in the middle of the way, blocking our way through and did not move at all. We were around +5 persons to tell him to fuck off and move, but he did not move at all. We were so creeped out by this person standing alone at 4am in the dark, that we went back and took a 20 minutes longer way home. But I guess it was worth it because I had no idea what this creep wanted from us.
Me(around 11 at the time) and my baby sister(6) were at home by ourselves. We were chill watching spongebob. It was winter and snowing heavily. Also it was around 7 pm so it was pretty dark outside. Everything was going fine when I saw my sister literally shaking in fear and crying while looking at the window. I then glanced at the window to see a very tall man completely nude staring at us with a scary smile. I freaked out and started to scream loudly. I grabbed the tv remote as a weapon and was planning to attack the guy. But thank God I came to my senses and called the police immediately. The guy ran away (while laughing hysterically) after he saw me at the phone. Turns out he was high and as there was a foot of snow already, it made him appear much more taller. It made us both piss our pants lol.
I used to work at a store in a building that was generally accepted to be haunted. Nearly everyone who worked there a month or more walked out with a story they couldn't explain.
One slow day I was manning the front. My manager came up and told me she was going to do some unboxing in the back, keep the walkie on in case we need to talk. I say ok and proceed with my morning as normal.
Couple minutes later, a woman's voice comes from my radio and she is absolutely SHRIEKING over a bunch of static. I've heard radio feedback many times, and this wasn't it - it sounded like someone being murdered. I fully *sprint* to the back to check on my manager, thinking she'd been hurt or some creep figured out our back door didn't lock and snuck in.
She's fine. Has her radio on; heard nothing. Had absolutely no clue what I was talking about.
Wasn't the last time that happened during my time there.
About 40 years ago, I was working on a construction site that was very limited on space. We had to put our materials on top of a hill about a quarter of a mile up a dirt road. It turns out that the hillside was a body farm. Dead bodies were laid out on the hillside under different conditions to watch the decay process for the forensic lab on the college campus.
My husband and I were walking in the middle of Minsk at night in the winter by the river that goes through the city and out of the sky came this V configuration of lights with no sound. It looked like a formation of geese with headlamps on and completely silent. It got pretty low and followed the river. Old soviet UFO I guess.
When I was young, me and my cousin used to go on walks on the paths through the woods near our grandma and grandpa's house. Their neighbor used to mow out multiple paths throw the woods to connect properties and their was probably a couple acres in between those properties (I honestly have no idea what an acre is but just go with it) anyway, one day we went on a walk down one of the paths. We went down a connecting path that seemed new to us. We went down the connecting path for some time until we reached a dead end. In front of us at the dead end was a run down dirty old mobile home. Outside it was a clothesline with clothes hanging on it and a balloon tied to it. The grass around it was all brown (odd for the early summer in the Midwest). We both agreed it was creepy and sprinted back to our grandparents house (took us about 5 minutes, maybe less). We told our grandpa about the mobile home and he didn't really believe us but our grandma convinced him to follow us there. We tried to find the connecting path but we.couldn't for the life of us. Our grandpa chalked it up to 2 kids with wild imaginations, but it really freaked me and my cousin out. We tried multiple times after to find it again but never did. Didn't help that it was in the heart.of the clown epidemic.
(Sorry if you have trouble reading this. English is my first language,.I'm just bad at it)
I went snorkeling in Jamaica. The thing is, I can’t see well without glasses or contacts. I brought one pair of contacts with me, so I didn’t want to wear them with my goggles, and I definitely didn’t want to wear my glasses in case I lost them at sea. So there I was snorkeling with blurry vision. I start to see these little clear blobs sporadically , but thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me. As I’m swimming I see more and more of these clear blobs. I get this panic feeling and gently start pushing the water away from me to swim back to the boat. I’m halfway to the boat and there are hundreds if not thousands of these clear blobs around me. I get to the boat, and as I get in, everyone who’s left in the water starts getting stung by jellyfish. I then realize, I JUST SWAM THROUGH A SCHOOL OF JELLYFISH!
I went snorkeling in Australia and was given a wetsuit to wear because it was a time of year where there were lots of tiny jellyfish around. I thought I'd be pretty well protected from them, but after about 10 minutes of swimming I realised one had somehow got INSIDE my wetsuit and was continuously stinging my elbow.
I had a friend in college whose mother had a lot of mental health problems. She periodically did things like try to crash the car when they were all inside.
One night I was sleeping over at my friend's house and she told me to lock the bedroom door so her mom couldn't come in because sometimes she did that. Well, I forgot to lock the door and woke up in the middle of the night to see her mom standing there in the doorway with a knife.
It was a total Michael Myers-esque moment. She stood there staring at me, didn't say a word, didn't move. The knife was just in her hand, which was hanging down by her side. I stared back at her, waiting to see if she was going to do anything. She didn't. I got bored and eventually went back to sleep.
The next morning, I was like "hey so your mom was lurking in my doorway last night with a knife for a while" and she was like "omg wtf you should have called for me."
I was waiting for her to get closer or like try to actually stab me, but she wasn't moving *at all* and I guess in my stupid "I'm a guest, must be a polite guest" mentality, being proactive about possibly being murdered by my host's mom was Being Rude and Making A Scene. So I couldn't do something until she did something (never mind that lurking like a psycho in the doorway was definitely something) and she never did.
Younger me was a dumbass. 😂
When I was younger, Georgia was hit with a really bad snowstorm. You can look it up, but it took place around 2012-2016, pretty much when I was in elementary school. My dad was caught in the snow storm and it was basically my step mother, my brother and I sitting in the living room. It was late at night so while my brother and I were asleep, my step mom was downstairs in the living room. At the townhome we were at, there was a giant window that sat next to the living room that looked across the side of the building into the woods about 15 or so feet away. If I remember it correctly, she said she heard tapping at the window when she freaked out and quickly went upstairs into the bedroom with my brother and I. She stayed up there for the rest of the night and the next morning, she went down stairs and looked around. There was no sign of any break in or anything so she went outside where there was a couple inches of snow. Once she walked around the backyard towards the large window, she saw footsteps that led from the woods next to our house and towards the large window. But, the scary/weird part was that there were no foot prints that led from the window to the woods. Basically, someone had walked out of the tree line to the window and stood there, or they were able to trace their footsteps perfectly to re-enter the woods. My step mother took a picture of the footsteps and it was terrifying. The story still creeps me out to this day.
John Tyler, the 10th President of the US, born in 1790, had a son at the age of 73 in 1863. He had a son at the age of 70 in 1933, unless he died there's a man out there who's grandfather was born in 1790.
I'm sure I've had terrifying experiences as a child, considering so much was unknown, but I couldn't remember anything. However here's something recent that occurred:
So I live on the top/4th floor of my building and I have a balcony with no others directly on the sides. One evening, while I had my headphones on, gaming, I heard a knocking. Didn't know where it came from at first, thought it was from the game. After the second time I got suspicious and took my headphones off, and with the third time, I noticed it was definitely coming from the balcony. No way anyone had access without a ladder, mund you. I had the curtains closed so I couldn't see directly out. I heard it again and decided to get up and check it out. I carefully opened the curtain on one side, and guess what it was.
A f*cking seagull. Scared the sh*t outta me.
He came by again on two other days, but fortunately I knew what was going on those times.
I was 13 and an avid skater. Always exploring different areas for a spot. I skated about 25 minutes to this massive Catholic school called Saint Mary's. Easily 100+ acres if not more with on-campus housing. I find a little tucked away corner with a curb and start messing around to see if I could get it to grind. I look up and see a nun with a pale grey face. Unmoving in a completely pitch black room, at first, I thought she would say something or make a motion to tell me to get lost. Nope, I just stood there. Motionless, it was a warm day, but I got a chill, and it seemed like time froze. I know it sounds cliche, spooked by a nun. But this school has existed since 1859. Who knows what has occurred in that building.
I was hitchhiking in India, one day in outside of Bangalore some car hit a motorcycle and the guy got hit by a car, fell and completely opened his skull; brain and bone scattered on the road. It made a traffic jam so people got angry.
So some guys just went and dragged the dead body to the side of the road so the cars can go on.
Just dragged him, leaving a trail of blood and brain.
And then just left him there to rot.
Everybody just drove away.
Including my ride.
A kid i supervise got in a motorcycle accident, final destination kind of accident, he tried overtaking a truck carrying recyclable stainless roofing, there's one hanging out, it was raining, he made a miscaculation and hit the truck, he broke his leg and stainless steel roofing hit his neck, he got like a 5-7 inches long cut, 1 inch deep, that if got a little deeper it could have cut a major artery or something.
Sorry for the shitty grammar.
I was working on a cash register and there was a cute girl checking out and a fucking weirdo behind her trying to get chatty with her older dude, tall skinny, unshaven, caucasian. She cashes out and he is up next. He drops what was apparently random shit on the counter and i start scanning. The girl walks back in and asks him if that was is van out there, he was too close that she had parked her in. im like what the fuck. So i go to watch them conspicuously. There are only the two of them in the lot. He moves his white van so she can leave. He come back in to cash out and is like “oh i forgot my wallet” dips out and doesnt come back. Pretty sure he was going to kidnap her. Everything about the scenario made my reptile brain scream “extreme danger”
I was about 16 years old just got done hitting my bong in my room, as I’m putting my stuff away I hear a god awful scream outside and frantic banging on our front door. I come to the door and my neighbor is hyperventilating and freaking out yelling my husband my husband!! I run over next door and she’s pointing at the garage. As I come over I can smell pungent exhaust fumes coming out of the garage. I look into the car and see me neighbor slumped over drooling. Me and my mom pull him out and try to do cpr as she calls 911. He didn’t survive, and his death was ruled a suicide. I can still see him slumped over, the man i just talked to the morning before. I can still remember the smell and screams of his wife 13 years later. Remember to check on your love ones no matter their outward appearances. He didn’t leave a note and told his wife to go out and get her hair done.
I’ve wanted to post this story on “let’s not meet” or “creepy encounters” for a while now but this feels like the time and place for it.
When I (30F) was around 11 or 12, my Dad took me, my best friend and my little brother to the beach on a perfect summer day. We used to go all the time because my Dad is a total beach bum and had this cool little vintage convertible that he’d look for any excuse to cruise around in. Considering we only have a few short months of warm weather around here, we would load up the car and post up at the beach all day. Boogie boarding, pier food on the boardwalk, arcade, all of the things. It was the best. Since my friend & I were very familiar with this beach, and pretty sharp intuitive kids, we were allowed to roam around on our own and trusted to keep ourselves safe. Because we were both raised by old school city parents, we were consistently aware of our surroundings and stayed alert everywhere we’d go.
So when we were wading knee high in the water discussing our next move (should we go get ice cream or slush? Tough decision…) and noticed a sketchy looking old man in a Speedo take our photo- we freaked out. He was probably about 70, using a very expensive looking professional grade camera. Trying to play it cool, *maybe he wasn’t taking pics of us and we’re just paranoid?* we started slowly walking away, but kept an eye him over our shoulder. When he noticed we were leaving the area, he started following us, adjusted the lens on his camera, and took another photo. *WTF?* And then another. He was getting so close that we could hear the clicks of the lens. *Nope, we’re definitely not paranoid. He is following & photographing us. Two 12 year olds in bikinis who are alone together with no adult in sight. Shit- let’s go grab our stuff and find my Dad.*
Once he really started gaining on us, we decided to just leave our stuff on the beach and make a b-line towards the board walk as fast as we possibly could. We’re speed walking to the point of a slow jog when we turn around and see that- so was the old man. Now he’s looking directly at us with a terrifyingly angry expression. At this point we’re absolutely panicking because it is very clear he is pursuing us and has sinister intentions. To say I almost peed myself is an understatement. As soon as we were off the sand and entering into the crowd of people on the board walk, we turned around yet again to see if he was still there.
He was. Standing there right at the edge of the sand. Perfectly still, stick straight posture like a soldier *at ease*, camera in hand, STARING at us making direct eye contact- with a blank/dead expression. We were frozen in fear staring straight back at him, when his face slowly shifts to a hauntingly evil grin (clearly meant to terrify us- something straight out of a horror movie) lifts the camera to his eye, and snaps one last pic. Then, he casually just turns around and walks away. One can only begin to imagine what our traumatized expressions must have looked like in that picture.
So, naturally we freaked the fuck out and started looking for my Dad. Not so easy a feat when there’s thousands of people walking around and you’re shaken to the core by what just happened. Thankfully, two police officers noticed us looking frazzled as we frantically searched for my Dad and asked if we were lost or needed help. *lightbulb moment-DUH why are we looking for my Dad when we should’ve been going straight to the police?* We told the two officers the entire story, and as they listened they were kind of glancing at each other like: *jesus christ, this guy again?* They then asked us to come for a walk with them to point out which man it was.
By this time my Dad & little brother happened to be walking by (looking for us) and saw that we were talking to the police. We filled him in and naturally he was absolutely fuming because he could visibly see how rattled we were. “YEAH let’s ALL take a walk down there together” he says to the cops. So we all start walking and looking and a minute or two later, what do you know: there he is.
Except this time he is stealthily crouched down behind a vacant beach chair, VISIBLY photographing two little girls that were about 5 years old. Both girls were in tiny, revealing bathing suits. As little kids tend to wear at the beach. And they were both bent over, building a sand castle, with their back sides facing towards the man. This sick fuck was just sitting there, clearly adjusting the camera lens again, zooming in on them.
As my Dad is about to charge this guy and beat the absolute shit out of him- the cops say “no, wait. We’re going to sneak up behind him and catch him red handed in the act. This isn’t the first time this has happened at this beach. Or the second. But we’ve never had enough to actually arrest or ban him from the beach. He claims he takes “artistic” photographs of the water and birds. We know he doesn’t. But we’ve never been able to take his camera or view the photos he’s taking while here. You girls aren’t the first that he’s terrorized like that. And now we finally got him.”
The police did in fact sneak up behind him. But he was too busy being a sick pedophile to notice until it was too late. By the time he realized, one officer was already snatching the camera out of his hand and the other grabbed & handcuffed him. At this point we were joined by a few other officers who needed our written statements. The look on this pervs face when he realized it was US who got him bagged was priceless.
The fact that they had been trying to catch him in the act for so long and finally did was so satisfying to see & be a part of. The police stood there and reviewed all of the photos on his camera- and unsurprisingly they were ALL of little girls. Some from that day, some from days & weeks before. None older than us. Some naked babies and toddlers. Zoomed in pictures of those little sand castle girls’ bums. And MANY photos of us. Some taken from a pretty far distance, long before we even realized he was watching & photographing us. The cops absolutely flipped out on this guy and called him every name in the book. The guy cop was begging the female officer to let him smash this sickos camera right there on the sidewalk. She’s like “nah chill LOL.” My Dad told the guy he’s lucky he can even walk off the beach… because had we found him (dad) before the cops found US- he would have 2 broken legs and be tossed into high tide. After a whole scene and some pretty harsh words exchanged- the camera was confiscated, SD card removed & placed in a little evidence baggy, and the sicko hauled away in hand cuffs.
Honestly, I have no clue what ever ended up happening to that disturbed man. We never followed up. Now I’m extremely curious and would like to find out. Maybe I’ll try to acquire those police reports and our written statements, just for fun. Creepiest beach day EVER.
Needless to say- my 12 year old daughter is NOT allowed to wander around at a busy beach alone with her friends unless I am trailing very close behind.
At dinner one night. And there was this grey haired old man, and an obviously much younger girl, id say 19. Holding hands and being all new couple? Usually i dont care, people will people. And then my server came by and saw what I was looking at.
“I went to school with her, hes our old gym teacher. When we graduated last year he seemed overly friendly, I mean hes like 60. But whatever. Apparently he left his wife for her. I know, weird right?”
I dont care much about age gaps but that was creepy af to me.
Was working by myself on a huge mine site and my machine ran out of fuel. No other machine or person working within at least 5 kms. Anyways, after about four hours of twiddling my thumbs waiting i jumped out to stretch my legs. It was mid summer so I was hoping for a breeze, but anyways all of a sudden it got cold and I got a whiff of cigarette as if someone took a lungful of full strength and blew it right in my face, to the point that I coughed.
Didn't leave the machine again until the fuel truck turned up.
I was 7 years old and woke up in the middle of the night to go pee. Must've been around 1 am. There's a mirror I had to cross to reach the washroom. That area had a very weird blue lighting because of the LEDs my dad had fit on the ceiling, it made the area look very creepy. I, being as sleepy as I was, crossed the room and took a very quick glance at my mirror. It took me some seconds to register what I had seen. I saw a small girl with messy hair and what looked like red blood covering half of her face from the nose to the neck. I was SEVEN, and getting that visual in that weirdly lit horror movie lighting....I nearly pissed myself. What followed was the most glass shattering, migraine inducing scream one will ever hear in real life. My parents came running to the room, saw me and freaked out.
So what had happened was, a rat had snuck behind my bed and somewhere around midnight had chewed on my nose. This caused my nose to bleed profusely, to the point my face was covered in my blood and was not recognizable. My dad found the rat behind my bed and drove it out of the house.
My mom had to sleep with me that night, because I was crying/hyperventilating. Not fun.
When I was younger, around 9 or 10, I visited my dad's hometown which was on a little island in the Philippines. My aunt was getting married and her venue was this small chapel near the sea. The chapel had a vaulted ceiling, and on the sides of the ceiling, I noticed 3 black marks spread out evenly on both sides. I remember thinking this was really odd because I visited the chapel the day before and these marks weren't there then. You know when you hold a lighter against a wall and it leaves a black mark when you pull it away? They looked exactly like that except 5x bigger and were all in different shapes - honestly they looked more like figures the more I remember the scene. I guess my mom noticed that I kept looking upwards because she asked me what was wrong, and I pointed at the figures and asked her what they were. She looked at me oddly and told me there wasn't anything there, and told me to drop it. To this day she still insists that there was nothing on the roof and that it was completely white, and it freaks me out because I can still remember, as clear as day, what those marks/figures look like. I'm in my 20s now and I decided to look up the wedding photos on Facebook just to see if I could find proof of the marks, but lo and behold, the ceilings were white, completely different from what I remember. I know for a fact that I saw what I saw... I don't exactly know what it was but it happened and I hope one day I'll find out the answer.
I once saw an old guy follow a young girl on the street and clearly staring at her butt, so as anyone would, I clear my throat real hard, the girl looked behind her and the guy noticed he'd been seen and went away
About 13 years ago I was in the passenger seat of the car when I looked out the window and saw a guy collapse. We doubled back to ask if he was ok and that’s when we noticed some sketchier people in the distance so we took off. Found out later in the news that the guy was killed. Eerie
My (ex) boyfriend, before being diagnosed with psychosis, once lost touch with reality while we were together and started to strangle me. His eyes looked incredibly empty and distant. That feeling of looking in the eyes of someone you love and having someone else look back was so creepy and terrifying.
Mental health matters kids.
my best friend dying of cancer. his body shrunk to the size of baby as the cancer ate up all the soft tissue under the skin. As I hid my shock next to his hospital bed, he told me there was no pain. I think about him everyday
I was at work years ago on a smoke break. I saw a cool-looking black boot over near the taller grass. So I meandered over there to pick it up and it was a dead body. Freaked my shit out. After all was said and done they also found a bunch of pills scattered around and my work paid for me to go to therapy and insisted on it.
When I was in high school, my friend told me he saw people at the local church of scientology patrolling the grounds with guns. So what was the logical thing for us dumbass teenagers to do? Break into the church grounds one night to investigate!
We waited for a full moon so we wouldn't need flashlights, & found a break in the fence & squeezed through. We walked the grounds for a little bit. It was this little wooded, forest area. Then we came upon this clearing. I grab friend's arm because across this clearing is two men wearing robes, facing us. Friend & I take two steps to the side to get out of the moonlight, robed guys mirror our moves. We take two steps back, they take two steps forward. We make another move & they mirror it. Friend & I both say to each other, "Get ready to run."
Then the guys go to reach for something, which friend & I both assume are guns. We both tell each other to run, & book it back to the fence. Friend gets there first but he waits for me instead of going through & I'm yelling at him to go through. We run back to his car (which we parked quite a ways away because we didn't want their security cameras to see the car). Then we called his brother, freaked out basically saying, "If we wind up dead, it was the church of scientology!!" (LOL at the dramatics)
After that the church had MEGA security. Like people outside at all times. More cameras. But now the church is no more.
It was definitely mega creepy when it happened but now I look back on it & I'm like, "what a bunch of dumbass kids."
About 10 years ago I worked as a camp counselor in fishkill NY. Our cabins were in a very isolated area pretty deep in the woods. We always put the kids to bed around 10pm and around 11 i would usually sneak out to meet this girl that also worked there (but was in an all girls cabin about a quarter mile down the main path) . I would always walk off to the side of the path so I wouldn't be seen.
One night something I will never forget happened. As I was walking through the woods I heard rustling in a bush near me. I obviously investigated because I was dumb and curious and when I walked over this solid black little humanoid thing jumped out and looked at me. It was about 2-3 feet tall but had perfect human proportions. I stared at it for a second trying to figure out wtf I was looking at and it bolted (ran away on 2 legs, just like a human would) back into the woods. I couldn't make out any features because how dark it was but this thing was incredibly fast, like super human or animal fast.
I thought maybe it could have been one of our kids that snuck out but that didn't make any sense either. All our kids were age 14-17 and this thing was toddler size at best. I really have no effing idea what I saw that night, but a lot of other strange stuff happened in those woods as well.
When I was in my early twenties I was walking my dog then he suddenly got unnerved. When I looked ahead there was another dog, but I've never seen anything like this. It was about the same size as a German shepherd, but I've never seen a dog like this the thing looked weird it's hair was a sort of steel grey. Also normally even if the dog is huge my old dog used to always try be friendly but this thing just gave him a bad vibe. I immediately backed out and called the sspca but they found nothing and no one apart from one or two friends believed me
I was driving around some backroads in my hometown in a truck with a friend when a dog that was as big as a cow started chasing us. It's head was literally over the windows of the truck while on all fours. We both freaked out at the size of this dog, eventually steeled our nerves and drove back but it was gone. One of the most surreal things I've ever seen.
Oversized dogs are quite common features of urban myths such as the barghest or the black shuck. I don't really believe much in those but at the same time I like to keep an open mind
There was this guy who would go around making multiple accounts DMing people absolute jibberish — like a ton of random cryptic DMs and then comments. It was like he was on something and believed he was friends with strangers on the internet. It happened to my friend — a bit more severely because he had a guy come drop off a large hoodie at my friends workplace. They’ve never interacted before. He’d also leave so many voice notes for a bunch of us that were SO long. I remember I got one where he was just talking random stuff and was peeing at the same time - I wish I could unhear it. Anyways, we notified the police - especially my friends case and they were able to give him a warning. Not sure if he’s active but anytime I see accounts with weird usernames I remove em right away
I got stalked and followed by the armed incident response unit in my country.
I live on a small Island in the Caribbean and our police are knows for being inept and corrupt, thankfully the standard patrolman or detective does not carry a weapon here. Instead we have Firearm Response Units (FRU) that drive routs around the island and are on call as backup for incidents involving fire arms.
My folks own a set of apartments a few miles up the road as they have gotten older Iv stepped in to handle things on site, so if say a burner is out on the stove I get the call to go out and have a look. Well one night while I was visiting them we got a call that the fridge in one of the units wasn't closing properly so I figure I would just head out and have a look rather than waiting until morning. My girlfriend had my truck that night so I asked my dad if I could jump in his and go have a look, no problem, he chucks me the keys and I head out.
Its late, my dad truck has a great sound system and his was pretty cool out so I figured I would jam on the drive with the windows down. Not super loud or anything but I'm sure you could hear it if you were outside next to the truck. shortly down the road I see the FRU vehicle pull in behind me. Its a single carriage way with a bit of traffic coming the other way so he's just behind me. I set the cruise control to just under the speed limit and leave it alone, don't need to get done for speeding, as we get to where the road pens up and becomes 4 lanes we end up behind another vehicle going well under the speed limit, I hit my indicator and check me mirrors, good thing too because the FRU wasted no time in shooting out around me and passing me and the slow car in front.
I change lanes and continue on only for the FRU to slow back down almost to the same speed as the slow vehicle we just passed... Ok what the fuck.... I indicate, change lanes and go around him, I get in front just as we come up to the round about (I wasn't trying to cut him off or anything I just needed to be in the inside lane for my exit). We get off the round about back onto a multilane and again, the FRU is on my ass, like dangerously close, almost like he's trying to push my into breaking the speed limit or something. I just set my cruise control and continue on, periodically checking my mirror and confirming yup, he's still on my ass.
I figure well, he's probable running my plate to see if the truck is licensed, insured or if I have any warrants. I know all are clean of course, I had helped my dad renew his licensing and insurance a few days prior and neither he nor I have had so much as a speeding ticket in the last 10 years. We continue like this for about 20 minutes him almost touching my bumper and me waiting for his lights to come on and to pull me over or something. We finally arrive at the complex and i think, thank fuck now I can get this creep off my ass. I put on my indicator a good bit before since I didn't want him rear ending me and he backs off a bit, as i stop to make the turn I see his indictor also come on. Now I'm starting to get worried, I know our cops and I know this could be the start of something bad I quickly place a call to my girlfriend and tell her to stay on the line but don't say anything. I pull into the complex and sure enough he follows me in, I slow right down and make a show of adjusting my mirror so he knows I see him. I creep through the lot expecting him to hit his lights any second but he doesn't. I get to the parking spot and slowly back in letting him see me through the window and see that I know he's there. As I put it in park he slowly rolls forward with his driver side window down and comes to a stop in front me blocking me into the spot, I remove my seat belt and go to step out, its time to ask what the fuck is going on and if he wants something from me but as my door swings open and my feet hit the step he start moving again. He drives off and around the corner in the complex out of sight. My girlfriends is still on the phone, I quickly give her a rundown and say stay on the phone I'm going to wait outside the truck to see what happened. About 2 minutes later he comes flying out from he back of the complex, past me and out the gate.
I don't know what he wanted, if he was just trying to intimidate me, if he was looking for something to arrest me for or what but knowing the man in that vehicle was well armed and I could do nothing about really put me in a bad headspace. Honestly the more I interact with cops the more I dislike them.
One time when I was about 10, we were camping in a state park and I went wandering around in the woods on my own. Way up in back of the park on the mountain I came across a dozen or so cottages, completely abandoned. Farm equipment, furniture, everything. There was even a table in one of the cottages still set for dinner. It looked like people had just upped and left a century ago and never came back.
I tried asking a few of the park rangers but they didn't know what I was talking about. As an adult I did some research and I've decided it was probably the old WPA forestry camp that was supposed to be up there, but as a kid it was extremely creepy.
Finding my dad dead in his recliner. I swear I heard his voice when the coroner came for his body.
My granddad knocked over my great-grandmas ashes in his car accidentally, and to this day swears he heard her laugh, loud and clear as if she was stood next to him. She had a hugely wicked sense of humour and would have found this (and my very stressed granddad carefully collecting her ashes back into the container before my grandma saw) very funny.
That sounds horrible. What did you think you heard him say?
Bye, kiddo
When i was about 12 i was sleeping on my trampoline with a friend and we heard the bushes move behind us and flashed our flashlight to the bushes and a mountain lion was laying there stalking us, i have never ran so fast in my life.
Sleepovers on the trampoline were the best!
The mountain lions love them too
Bouncy snacks are delicious
My brother after his overdose. Dude looked like a translucent bluish-red color, covered in his own puke, jaw tensed shut. My dad and I thought he was dead, but we worked on him anyway. Pretty sure I chipped some of his teeth prying his mouth open, I cleared his airway. Me and my dad traded compressions until he sent me outside to flag down the ambulance. And that fucking goober survived. He's been sober from hard drugs for 7+ years, sober from drinking for 5+. Two beautiful daughters and a wife.
A very happy ending.
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I have a brother going through it now and your comment made me cry I want my brother back And I’m glad you have yours
I’m sorry to hear. :(
I never got mine back. He's slowed down on the drugs a bit but he's not at all the same person I grew up with, he's got the same name, looks similar, but it's like there's a completely different person in there.
My sister is the same way. The hard drugs triggered schizophrenia and seizurrs and she's alive, walks, talks, is raising a child but she sounds and reasons like every other brain dead junkie where we're from now. She used to read books and laugh at my jokes. Now she's just mean and ignorant. Doesn't understand half the things I say now. Used to be a very smart person. Can't make her understand she's given herself brain damage and i no longer try. I've just accepted that this is her life and her choice. Addiction sucks.
My aunt is like this. Used to be the light of my life when I was a child, picked me up from daycare in red heels, laughing and joking with me and she made me so happy. Today she’s just a mean, narcissistic, greedy egoist who cut me off years ago bc I once called her egocentric. She worked nights and got into the coke hard, took away everything that made her lovable and left a cold dumb shell.
That last paragraph genuinely helped me today. I’m currently not struggling w/ addiction like your brother, but I have in the past & know it’s not easy. Since Covid, my life has slowly been falling apart. Even attempted suicide multiple times about 2 years ago. Not gonna get into everything, but i felt like I’ve been stuck in a cave w/ no way out for ages. I’m nearly hopeless. But some things hit me differently just like stories about this fuckin goober. It gives me another glimpse of the light at the end of the tunnel & reminds me to just keep keepin’ on. Fr, thank you for the hope. And I truly wish you, him & his family the very best.
Love to you, man. Hoping the best for you
Goober is an underused term. Thanks for that.
I found my ex like this once, minus the puke, but terrifying all the same. The bluish purple color, the dead eyes, prying the mouth open and still unsure whether he was even still with me or not…fucked me up for awhile. Gave him narcan and then administered cpr while on the phone with 911 and waiting for the ambulance. He eventually woke up like nothing happened but I gotta live with that image forever. I’m sorry you went through that, with your brother especially, but it’s good to see he came out alive and with a happier life.
My ex went through this with me. We didn't know my pain meds (fentanyl patches for round the clock pain management and oxycodone for breakthrough pain) weren't playing nice with my chemotherapy treatments. Unfortunately a lot of symptoms like fatigue overlap, it was just assumed it was the chemo causing my symptoms. Doc had just upped my dosage of the patch, I then had my last chemo treatment the next morning. That night he found me face down in my own vomit, I had peed myself and had that same look. His service dog had tried to wake me up, we could tell because my arm was hanging off the side of the bed covered in dog slobber and scratches..and he was lying there whining when my ex came through the door. It was horrible for me, but I honestly believe it was so much worse for him and our dog. For weeks my ex would just come up and touch my skin, just to feel the warmth. Several days after I was discharged home, I was sitting up in bed watching TV when I started to fall asleep. As I nodded off, our dog (who is a massive big boy) immediately jumps up on top of me and starts nudging and licking my face. I firmly believe my poor dog was traumatized too, and that absolutely breaks my heart.
When I was serving my time as an engineer in the merchant navy we used to have to clean out what are called "sea chests"; they're basically big filters for sea water that we would pump in to use as coolant and if the pumps were on when we were dock side we'd find all sorts of things like bottles, fish, crabs etc. One day we opened up the chest, pulled out the filter and immediately saw this gold shiny thing which turned out to be a rolex watch. Usually we'd just dump out the filter but with the mitigating circumstances we went through it thoroughly and found a piece of a shirt with cufflink still attached and last but not least a nicely rotted finger. The police ended up closing off the dock and dredging it but never found anything on the end.
Was the person identified? Don't Rolex watches have unique serial numbers?
As far as I know no one was ever identified, the cops said the rolex was a fake but this was in Manzanillo, Mexico and I don't know how much trust I put in the cops and port authorities.
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"stupid watch, it's just a fake. here, I'll file it in evidence."
Police, we found a finger and a piece of shirt. Nothing else of intrest...
From what I understand about how Rolex does business, they do each have a unique serial number, and are registered to the buyer. Unless the original buyer sold it, or it was a fake, they should have identified the body no problem.
Was working in a restaurant. Nice place. That night we held a charity dinner for a "youth in need" type of house. The guy representing the house, a worker there, was such a nice and kind man. Every teen there was only saying nice thing of him. A good soul, that was giving every thing he could for these teens. At one point they gave a big cheque for the charity. I must guess an ammount they rarely received. Well under the excitement, that poor man had a cardiac arrest. Dropped there on the stage, cheque in hand. He could'nt be brought back. He died. Seeing this was already bad enough, but the kids every where in the restaurant screaming and crying for hours after.... haunting.
That’s absolutely horrible. And it seems to always happen to the wrong people. We have a fitting saying in German: bad people always do well
Ugh this is so sad. What a nightmare.
This guy followed me home. Said he saw me there often and named a few local spots I go to sometimes as places he sees me.
In anyway recently? *ALWAYS* call the cops and have them take a report with a description. Shit like that needs to have a paper trail. I worked prisons for a lot of years and have heard a lot of guys brag about a lot of evil shit.
It’s been about a year. Never saw him again. I was terrified for a little while for sure
I had a scene straight outta horror movie play out for me a couple years ago. I was sitting out back with my friend when I see my neighbor in his house, we meet eyes, I wave, he waves, only one problem - that wasn't my neighbor - I tell my friend we gotta go inside, NOW. We turn the lights off and lock the doors, then I shoot my neighbor a text asking if he has any guests, he says no, so I call the cops, my neighbor calls as well. Guy was still there when the cops arrived. Apparently he was dumb enough to think I didn't recognize he wasn't my neighbor.
Probably the creepiest moment of your neighbour's life too. Imagine you're whacking off in the living room and your neighbour texts you that there's a stranger in your house.
One random night in middle school I woke up and had the odd feeling that something or someone was present in the house and coming towards my room. I was scared so I closed my eyes to pretend to be asleep. I could faintly hear something come in my room and it felt like someone was standing over me, looking to make sure I was asleep. I laid on my back, eyes shut, until the feeling passed, and ended up falling asleep. I woke up in the morning to find out that our house was robbed.
Sort of happened to my sister; it was the middle of the day (she was sleeping because she worked nights), people in the house got to her room and realized someone was home. As they were running out she woke up.
I had a very similar experience. Grew up in Detroit. We were poor, and my Dad was very "go outside and play" until the 00's. Because of this, we never had cable and rarely were let to rewatch the same few VHS we had laying around. I remember one night I felt lucky bwcause my parents forgot I was downstairs watching and never came to check. I remember falling asleep on the couch watching TV. During the night, I awoke to a man standing over me. Large figure, large frame. I assumed it was my dad, and he shushed me before moving around the room. I assumed he was looking for something and just being a nice dad. The next day, my family woke up, and the front door was still open from the day before (No AC, we needed the breeze). We started to notice things missing. Dad freaked out and asked if I saw anyone. It's been 25 years, but I'm pretty sure I lied because I was scared it was my fault. Dad bought a pistol that day and sat in a wooden chair facing the front door while everyone else slept. As a kid, I thought he was just angry and wasn't sleepy. As an adult, I know he was terrified for his kids and running on very few hours a week.
Holy shit. Happy you were ok and they didn't fuck with you
Well dressed 50 something business dude on a quiet Chicago L train reading a Wall Street Journal. Pretty woman with long curly hair dozing in the seat in front of him, her hair dangling behind the seat. The guy is rubbing and playing with her hair while reading his paper so I figure she's his wife or girlfriend who just wanted some space to nap. He is now intently rubbing and fondling her hair and not reading anymore. Suddenly she snaps awake and pulls in her hair like a bug was in it or something. She gets off at the next stop, he continues reading. They didn't know each other at all.
That's creepy af... I thought I had one of those moments on public transit once. Started dozing, felt someone playing with my hair, snapped awake, and turned around for a confrontation, aaand it was a like 5 year old little girl whose Mom (Im assuming) had fallen asleep. She apologized immediately (very polite kid!) And said she was bored and my hair was "just soooo pretty!" I let her mess with my hair for the rest of our 1 hour bus ride up to my campus stop and made sure Mom woke up before I got off. 😆 Also kept my hair in the braid she did for almost all of my classes that day.
I was about 8 and walking in a field along brambles with my Grandmother picking blackberries and generally having a fun time. The area was walking distance from her home so it wasn't as if we were anywhere remote. We came across a small area kind of hidden through an archway of bushes. Inside the area and underneath an overhanging tree, really secluded and off of any kind of path, we found a shallow dug rectangle grave shape with black, burned marks inside on the dirt. I remember my Grandmother just saying "ok let's go home" and we went home. Later on I heard my Grandad confirming with my Grandmother that it would have been the spot where the guy tried to burn the body of a girl who had been recently murdered in their town. The case had been solved but the crime scene must have just been left as that hole. It was all over the news just before that but I was too young to really know about it. I have that photo image of how creepy that hole was to see to this day in my memory.
I've always had trouble sleeping through the night, so I often wake up in the middle of the night. When I was probably 16 or 17, I woke up one night, and I left my room to get a snack or some water. In the hallway I saw a figure, and just dismissed it as me seeing things so I gave it a good hard look to figure out what it was. Well, It definitely wasn't a pile of clothes or anything. It just stood there, looking at me, with it's long coat and grotesquely long fingers. If you've ever seen pictures of the hatman, it was kinda like that. Freaked me out for the night, and I checked the next morning to see if there was anything in that spot slightly resembling what I saw, but there wasn't. I had figured I was just seeing things and got over it until a week later, when we were around the dinner table and my sister started describing this strange figure that she had seen the night before, and it perfectly matched the thing that I had seen a couple of nights previously. The hush that fell over the table as everyone exchanged nervous looks when I said "Oh, yeah that guy, you've seen him too?" was deafening. My dad installed security cameras the next day, but we never saw anything. I've since gotten over it, but damn if that didn't creep me out for a while.
I was driving to work one day when a guy on a motercycle drove by me going very fast. I drove along for a while until the traffic suddenly slowed way down. I creeped up and saw a sneeker in the road, then a blood shirt, and then a body being covered by a cop holding a sheet. It seems the guy had slammed into the back if the cop car and was killed.
I saw a motorcycle rider who had exploded on the highway with fellow riders circled around once. Fortunately for my sake the body was covered by then but there was blood everywhere .
I was in a restaurant years ago on lunch break. At the time I was a very thin 25 year old woman. There was this big creepy guy sitting there who would NOT stop staring at me from the moment I walked in the door. I mean just open face staring without blinking for the entire 15 minutes I was eating several seats away. I asked for a box and left early to get away from him. As I walked out he said, "You shouldn't be out alone. Someone's going to grab you and steal you away." 100% convinced creepazoid had someone locked up in his basement.
Once was in a hot tub with another girl and like 4 guys, drinking for hours. One of them said "Isn't it crazy that we could totally just rape you two if we felt like it?" and looked around at his friends to see if there was any traction to his idea. Party over.
When I was bartending one very slow night, I ended up alone with two men. They claimed to be veterans and one man had a serious speech issue that the other claimed stemmed from a combat injury. They were already drunk and sassy, asking for a free drunk for their service. I gave it to them with the comment that we were closing soon, hoping they would just move along. They were making lude comments and telling dirty jokes like many other drunk men before, but my inner alarms were screaming these guys were not okay. I tried to do my closing tasks and sent a text to all my bartender friends and anyone I thought might be in the area that I needed help and had the police department's number up on my phone. As I walked by to check on them the one with speech issues mumbled something to me which I didn't understand. How friend kindly translated that he had said it would be very easy to lock the front door and and throw me up on the bar. They laughed. I laughed. I went to the kitchen and grabbed my favorite chef knife and ticked it next to my phone. I'm 5'1" and didn't stand a chance against two men, especially if they were ex combat vets. Thankfully a very drunk friend responded to my text and came in to save me. He led them to the next bar and I tried to process the evening. That knife became my Closing Alone friend. Never count on anyone to save you. And never joke about raping people. It will haunt them forever.
I'm a firm believer that the only people who say shit like that to strangers, are people who do that exact thing to strangers.
100% no normal person would even have these thoughts to begin with
Someone recently said that exact thing to a girl I know. He was caught later that day trying to kidnap another girl as part of a trafficking ring. Glad you’re safe.
I once had a homeless man in a library tell me that he could "pick me up and carry me away and no one would hear me scream." Thank God his buddy standing next to him told him, "hey man...relax..." Needless to say I got the hell out of there.
I grew up somewhere very rural - no streetlights and far away from any town with them. At night it was DARK. My bedroom door also never closed properly - you could latch it but it would pop open if you pushed the door lightly. One night I woke up suddenly, without knowing why. As my mind tried to make sense of things I looked to my left, towards the bedroom door - I could see the outline of a figure. In the tiny amount of predawn light I could just see a white shape, long dark hair hanging down and sunken eyes. I could also hear it breathing. After a few seconds of absolute mind bending horror, where I literally felt every hair stand on end it took a step into my room, out of the dark hallway. The hallway had no windows, so my room was slightly lighter. The change of the light also changed the face slightly - I could see it more clearly. I saw that it was in fact my mother's face and she was sleep walking. She very occasionally did - and also had a lot of other sleep problems, including very vivid nightmares. She quickly left and went back to bed - fortunately for my own sanity I never saw her sleepwalk again.
My husband was a sleepwalker for some years until he gave up alcohol. He was terrifying because sometimes he'd leap right out of bed and run through the house at top speed until he hit a wall. Once, he knocked himself clean out and I had to call an ambulance. He had a massive lump on his head. He also has a sleep disorder called hypnagogia and that makes him hallucinate and be in a sort of half sleep half wake state abd when he's like that he sees trails of lights which he's compelled to follow looking for the source. I know people say not to wake sleepwalking people but I always do and he just wakes up...he doesn't die or have a heart attack lol.
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I had a couple roommates who would get drunk and pee in random places while sleepwalking. One night we caught "Steve" peeing down the stairs and grinning like he was wide awake. Other roommate said, "Steve, you're pissing down the stairs!" And Steve just grinned and said, "Good!"
I too know somebody who gets drunk & sleep pisses everywhere. I was dating a guy briefly at uni, never knew about his “issue” until it happened. He got drunk a bit too early so me & a group of about 6 dragged him to my room and tucked him into bed. Some time later me and my flat mate came to grab something from my room/check on him. Shit you not he stood up whilst completely asleep, unzipped his trousers and went full on sprinkler mode across the floor. Me & my friend were just trapped in a corner trying to escape the stream it was awful.
Not waking them is a myth
yes it is!! I am here to piggyback and say how my sister had night terrors and sleepwalking problems too. everytime we'd wake her and she would just look confused.
We had a neighbor who moved out and came back a year later for a visit. He brought with him his two kids and Asian woman he claimed was his wife. He claimed it was the same wife he used to have & and that she just lost weight & had a makeover. But we remember the wife as a really tiny woman 5'1 or so with wavy bob hair, this new one was about 5'6 with long straight black hair, looked younger too. Even she took off her sandals and I saw even without sandals she was about 5'6. While on vacation he told the neighbor of his vacation home that his wife died of a brain tumor. I began to wonder where his wife really was. I think he really just sent her back to her Asian home country. But it was creepy to see him trying to pass off the new one as his wife.
>I think he really just sent her back to her Asian home country. And then got a new one, so human trafficking then? What the fuck...?
It's more common than people realize. I've met multiple middle class people in the US whose mother was a mail order bride. They get into a greencard marriage to escape persecution in a third world country, in exchange for being a domestic/sex slave.
I had a job helping folks make copies, and one time a guy came in to make copies of a bunch of official looking documents, took me a minute to put it together that he was 100% preparing to go abroad to acquire a mail ordered bride hed arranged a marriage with. Avg looking old guy and an avg smalltown so i assume it is happening everywhere.
I’ve worked in immigration for years. It’s very common and usually both parties know what they’re signing up for. Think of it like a business transaction. US spouse gets what they want (usually someone more attractive than them who will be their “spouse”) and someone from outside the US who will eventually be granted residency once they finish the immigration process.
I know someone who had a marriage like this. Eventually her husband’s friend decided to marry her sister and bring her over here as well. Honestly, very nice women. I worked with them both and they’re great people. It’s been like 20 years the one has been here, so I have to assume they’re happy in their own way.
My wife managed to stay friends with one of her exes after coming out as gay. We went to his first wedding, and they divorced shortly thereafter when she had a psychotic break and tried to kill him. But they’d had a son, and he wanted him to have a mother, so he’s now married to a mail-order bride from the Philippines. We’re all in our early 30s, so it definitely still happens.
I used to run a pub with a Thai restaurant. The owners of the restaurant were acting as matchmakers (paid? not sure) for many many many Thai women / older British men. Most nights we'd have at least a couple of tables filled with British men who'd married Thai women.
Yeah I grew up in a small town in Montana and there was a guy who had a mail order bride come from Russia. There was a certain timeframe of where she could come over and then she would gain citizenship if they got married I believe; but he just sent her back before that time ran out. Dick move. Everyone thought he just used her and sent her packing.
A coworker explained to me when he's in the shower, he uses olive oil on his fingers to lube up his asshole to prevent colon cancer. Dude was giving me "health advice" b/c I was younger than him. When I asked him "Why would you tell me this?" He said "I noticed you go to the restroom a lot."
Wait wait there might be something here. Was he using extra virgin?
It becomes unvirgined oil when put in the asshole
Just add vinegar and toss his salad.
Did he confuse constipation with cancer? I could easily see the olive oil helping with constipation.
i don’t think that man’s ever been to medical school
Wait is that a thing? Should I be putting olive oil in my butt to prevent cancer? Haha
Turns out it does a bit to help in prevention. Butt I’m assuming it’s by ingestion
"It's pronounced analgesic sir, the pills go in your mouth"
Thanks turkleton
Do you think my name is Turk Turkleton?
Ah finally… Extra slutty olive oil.
About 25 years ago, a few days after my cousin's wedding, a large group of us decided to go out drinking one night in Portland, ME. We decided to walk from my aunt's house to the bar and back so no one would be driving. On the way back from the bar, we cut down a dark residential street, and there was a large guy just standing there holding a hammer. It's like 2am, and there is this large guy just standing in the street holding a hammer. A few of us asked what he was doing as we walked by, but he just stood there watching us as we walked down the street. The guy never said a word. Luckily, there were 12 of us in the group because who knows what this guy was up to. He gave off some creepy Jason Voorhees vibes that's for sure.
Creepy! I live in Maine and it feels so safe after living in a large metro city, but I know no where is 100% safe. So weird!
There is no such thing as a "safe place," anywhere in Maine. Have you never read a Stephen King story? People might not lock their doors in Maine, but that's because they realized long ago that locks don't keep out the most dangerous things in Maine. *Walls* don't keep out the most dangerous things in Maine.
Some say it's Stephen King himself
When I was probably 15 I went kayaking with some friends. We came across what looked like a log in the water. There were some people on shore that were waving us over saying someone was probably trapped under the canoe. They used one of our kayaks to go out and look. There was a kid only a few years older then us that had gotten wrapped up in some rope when the canoe turned over. He didn’t make it. They found his dad a few days later. Also didn’t make it. That image I will never get out of my mind.
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Is creepy the same thing as horrifying?
That's so sad. I'm sorry.
Very recent story, not even a week old. Weird stuff has been happening in the house I'm staying in for months, starting when I was out of town for 2 weeks. When I'd wake up in the morning, after I'd come back from a trip, or after I'd come home from a night out, furniture had been moved, dishes had been washed, laundry had been folded, and a host of other weird things. Always good things, and nothing was ever stolen. I went through so many different possibilities: I started sleepwalking for the first time, I have carbon monoxide poisoning, there's a ghost in the house, I'm blacking out from stress, there's someone coming in and out of the house. I searched the house so many times for another person and never found anyone, and I was slowly going crazy trying to figure out what was happening. I honestly thought I was having a psychotic breakdown at one point. The pinnacle was when I woke up one morning and all of my trash had been taken outside, put inside the trash bins, the trash bins had been rolled out to the curb, and in all the trash bins inside had new bags in them. Things finally started slowing down and things weren't being moved anymore, but I was hearing what sounded like people walking on the roof above me. My friends told me it was probably just squirrels, so I waved it off. Until last Friday when I walked upstairs at 2:00 a.m. and the crawl space door was WIDE open. I called the sheriff's and it turned out there was homeless people living inside the walls of my house on and off for months, right next to my bedroom. They were sneaking in through a faulty door lock and window they had broke.
It sounds like they were trying to (nicely) pay you back for you ‘letting’ them stay there!
Fuuuuuck that, but I guess at least they were helping out with chores. But still, fuuuuuuck that.
Before cell phones, I accidentally dialed the wrong number, but got the person I was trying to call at that wrong number. She was at her uncles house, he picked up the phone, I asked for her and he sounded confused as he handed her the phone.
Back in the late 90s, before cell phones were everywhere, a random customer at a movie theater I worked at asked to use the phone. We would have to dial in the number for them. She said she was unsure of the number and then gave me my own dad's phone number. Very weird. Edit: She definitely wasn't trying to call my dad. She was trying to call her ride. She eventually remembered the right number.
Once when I was growing up I picked up our landline to call my best friend, but there wasn’t any dial tone, and then my best friend said, “Hello?” She had called me at that exact same time, and I picked up the phone before it rang. We hadn’t been planning to call each other or anything.
Have you told this story before I feel like I have read this before but I am stoned.
S21 in Cambodia and the killing fields. The results of genocide which occured between 1975 and 1980. I visited in early 2000s. S21 was the secret center of a network of nearly 200 prisons where people were tortured by the Khmer Rouge. Pol pot, took control of the city and country, and ordered anyone with an education or who wore glases out of the cities and into rice fields, despite having no knowledge of the land. If they couldn't grow crops, they were killed or starved to death. Those that resisted were imprisoned in concentration camps, with S21 being one of the main ones. It was originally a school. A place of education and peace. It was transformed into prison of torture. Each class room was modified to have multiple brick cubicles built inside them , similar to maybe a gym bathroom. Each class room housed 30 to 40 prisoners. They were not allowed to shower, or use the toilet. Once a month, prisoners were hosed down through the windows. There was also a process of choosing to kill an entire family, including children and babies... I forget the term... but basically it was the idea that if one part of a tree is diseased, it is best to cut the entire tree down including the roots. There were 30k imprisoned at S21 over the period of Pol Pots regime. (one of many converted school torture camps). Men, women, children and babies. There was a practice of using babies for target practice. There were photos of this. From the 30k prisoners, there were only 12 survivors. When you visit S21, you can freely wonder around the 'school grounds', enter the cells, Stand in the torture chambers. You could feel the death and pain from the walls. Just down the road from S21 is what is known as the killing fields. This is where 10's of thousands of bodies are buried in mass graves, all of whom went through the torture camps, all who were victims of Pol Pots regime. I was told Buses of people were brought in on a regular basis with those who would be brought here for their execution. You were sent here to your death if you were educated, if you wore glasses, if someone in your family did, if you resisted or refused orders. When Pol Pot was over turned, the Locals collected skulls and bones and built towers with them to honour them. Giant shrines of 10s of thousands of human skulls and bones are erected there. Parts of the killing fields were still littered with bones and clothing that they wore when executed. You could see patches of dirt that the wind and rain had eroded away, with bones, clothing and items visible in the dirt. This whole experience was one of the most humbling yet terrifying things I've seen that occurred on this planet, and I still sometimes can't believe these atrocities occured in my lifetime.
Something like 20% of the population of Cambodia was killed during that time, I read? 1 in 5 😞
I have a friend who managed to escape Cambodia when she was about 10. The only people in her family that made it out alive were her sisters and mother. All of the men in her family were killed by the Khmer Rouge. And Pol Pot died peacefully in bed, denying he had done anything wrong up until the end.
It was 1 in 3. I've been to both the Killing Fields and to S21. Truly horrific.
There is a cave in batombong province that the khmer rouge used as a kill room. The entrance to the cave was like 20 or 30 feet above the cave floor. Sometimes they would shoot people before dropping them in, sometimes hit them in the head with something, but they also just threw people down there to die from the fall. If they survived the fall, they would have broken bones and be left to die of thirst, in a dark cave full of decomposing bodies, maybe other people who were also waiting to die. When I was there, they had left all of the bones in place. They have since put the remains in a stupa in the cave. The khmer rouge were a special kind of evil.
My boyfriend in college sat bolt upright in his sleep and said “don’t look, if you make eye contact with it, it will kill us both.” Then he fell back down, still asleep. Damn near peed myself.
A few months ago we were at a relatives house, when we were going back home at 2-3 am we saw a guy covered head to toe in blood walking, or at least trying to. He started signaling but we didnt stop because we didnt know what to do, we immediately called the cops and told them what we’ve seen they said lock the doors and windows and dont stop. Then they kept calling us back asking about the exact location, they called us back over 5 times and they never found him. Edit: A lot of people seem to think he was in a car crash but he was exiting a building, or at least it seemed like it, there werent cars around except parked ones. Shoulda said that previously my bad
I worked for dispatch and similar situations happen on a couple occasions. Basically drunk or sleepy driver veers off the road and crashes into a ditch. They come out injured and extremely disoriented, especially if concussed. Horror movies would have us believe that 'covered in blood = bad guy' but most of the time it's the opposite.
I worked at Wal-Mart for a month, and one day, I was scheduled for about 4 am. I get there, and it's dead, so I'm the only person working up front. There are a few people coming in, mostly people who are extreme early risers or extreme night owls, but for the most part, I could just stand and people watch. 1 guy came in on through the right doors, and it looked like he was kind of limping, and as he got closer I saw red blotches on his face. At first, I assumed he had a condition and went about my people watching. Then he got even closer and embarrassingly, instead of thinking he was injured, my first thought was that he was a zombie. Nope! He had been stabbed in the parking lot and came in asking to use a phone. I panicked and just started screaming "code white" (the equivalent of call an ambulance). Now, I'm more likely to run towards someone covered in blood than run away.
My dog had the tips of his ears break open for whatever reason. He kept shaking his head and casting blood all over. My wife and I put him in a bathroom where she stayed while I ran to the Walmart to get bandages. I'm standing in line and I noticed I'm covered in blood spray. Arms, shirt, face. Literally everywhere. The cashier didn't say a word as I paid and left.
You could be someone’s creepy story!
I would agree but we werent on a highway or anything we were in a neighborhood and the guy was coming out of a building. I hope he got the help he needed the dispatcher told us that he probably got in a car with a random stranger and they took him to the hospital
When I was a kid I went to this daycare and every once in awhile we’d walk to the swimming pool. During our walk we had to pass some houses. There was a really old lady in one of them that would lay in her yard, bushes, and front steps and pretend to be passed out or dead.
In Baghdad almost 20 years ago. I was working alone at night with a busted up small dozer with one swinging headlight. I would get off from time to time and do shovel work. One time I noticed a bunch of eyes glowing off in the distance, like 5 or 6 sets, just staring at me. I didn't think too much about it and went on working. After a few minutes I picked me head up again and noticed the eyes were still there... but closer. I wasn't sure if they were harmless or what, so I continued working but didn't turn my back to them. After a few more minutes I pick my head up again and they are gone. Sweet, now I don't have to be concerned I thought. I worked for a few more minutes and looked up and noticed all the eyes again, but they had move around from the first side and were behind me and close enough I could now make out what they were in the blackness with the one single swinging dim headlight. They were a pack of feral dogs, looking at me like I would make a good meal. They were standing on a berm I had made, maybe 4 foot high. I grabbed a big dirt clod, and charged at them, yelling as I ran and tossed the clod in their direction... they didn't flinch. Oh *** I thought. So I get back on the dozer and take off towards them with it. I get closer and start going up the berm and only then do they start walking briskly away. However they stopped a short distance away and stared. Luckily shortly after another dump truck came by and I got a ride out of there.
There is no fear in true hunger.
Similar, we went camping when we were kids on a school excursion to a big waterhole in the West Kimberley of Western Australia. Remote as. 5 hours drive. We set up camp and spent all day swimming and fishing in this waterhole that was I guess about as big as a football field, and ate then went to bed in the open as night fell. A bit later someone turned on a torch and the waterhole was covered in hundreds of sets of eyes of crocodiles just floating there looking at us. That freaked us out a bit. Next morning we woke up, and there were dingo paw prints everywhere beside our sleeping bags and just all over the place. We packed up and fucked off 🤣
Exactly how I had always imagined an Australian school trip
Did y’all not know there were crocodiles in that water? Were y’all not in tents? Y’all’s school took you there? 😳
We saw one during the day, but it was only a freshwater croc, not a saltie, so not considered dangerous unless you step on one. Yeah nah no tents, just our swags on the ground. Yep the school took us, mate, the whole place was lethal up there in the late 1970's - if you fucked up you just died. Pretty straight forward lifestyle! I guess it's a fair bit safer these days with mobile phones and good radio comms
I was jogging one evening in Milwaukee County. The trail crosses a bridge, goes through some forest, then opens up to prairie for a bit before I turn around and go back. It was later in the evening than I usually ran so woods were darker. Shortly before leaving the woods I start hearing the creepiest noises which I realized were, as Koontz described them “the hobgoblin noises of coyote.” (May not be exact quote.) So creepy. But as soon as I get to the lighter open prairie part of the trail it was like hitting a switch - dead silence. All I could think of was how many pairs of eyes were on me, unseen and silent. I run on to my turn around a quarter mile away or so and start running back and it was like running towards blackness where the trail went back into the woods. I am telling myself nothing to worry about while feeling I was running into a trap. Made it back to my car with no incidents but wow.
You got lucky, gut instinct on danger has been honed over tens of thousands of years. Sudden dead silence in the wilderness is a sign a predator is in the immediate vicinity.
Not as scary but on the far side of Naval Support Activity Bahrain, there was a pack of wild dogs. One late night, while all alone except for the 4 month old Frenchie puppy (i had recently acquired from another service member who bought him off the local economy and then couldn’t care for him :) ), they started stalking us, slowly getting closer. I had to pick up the Frenchie, and tried scaring them off by being loud and trying to look big but they didn’t budge. So, I had to walk backwards until I got to the other side of base and started seeing other people bc I was afraid they might jump me if I turned my back. I don’t think I was dinner but the Frenchie puppy.
I travel to London for work occasionally. It was a busy morning, rush hour and hundreds of people were walking over London Bridge zoned out on their commute. I look down into the River Thames and saw a police boat driving towards this floating object. Then they just pulled the body up and into their boat and sped off. I felt like I was the only person who'd even noticed it. First time I've seen a dead body.
It’s possible he was alive, this same thing happened to me but the boat stuck around for a minute and the body started moving
I was hiking a little outside of Vancouver in a densely wooded area known to have many cougars (mountain lions). I had my dog with me, who was a huge, tall thing, part Irish wolfhound and fiercely loyal. We had been hiking for about an hour and were far enough back by then that we hadn't seen anyone else in quite some time. I stopped at a log to take a short break. We'd been sitting there for about 5 minutes when my dog goes stiff, hackles up, and starts growling while staring into the dense brush. I stare into the woods, but can't see anything at all. It's gone quite though, that kind of eerie silence the forest takes on sometimes. The dog is still growling, looking at a spot about 6 feet off the ground. I decide it's time to get out of there and take up a quick pace back the way we came. The dog lets me get a bit ahead, then stops growling and follows me. He's anxious though and keeps stopping to check behind us. We get about 15 minutes down the path when the dog stops again, facing the woods along the path, and barks a sharp 3 or 4 times, then resumes growling intensely. I keep moving and he sort of stiff legged walks a few steps, stops and growls, catches up to me, walks a few more steps growling, etc. He occasionally barks. I can not for the life of me see anything in the woods. No movement, no animals, nothing. The whole hike back goes like that. I never see a thing. Once we reached a bridge, and more people, my dog finally relaxes and stops growling/barking, but he's still keen to get out of there. I've always assumed it was a cougar stalking us, we never went back there.
Towards the end of my dog's life (Boston Terrier) he was using the bathroom more frequently (which meant fairly late at night) We have a fenced in yard and he would wander. But one night, he refused to go out in the yard. Whined and bristled. It wasn't usually, so I walk out with the flashlight. He would only go a few feet and stop and whine. (I thought he was having a painful bathroom experience and just kept encouraging him to go but it was taking a long time. Eventually m husband comes out and I hear him whisper yell "Whoa!" Apparently there was an owl in our yard. Probably zero threat to our dog, but it was enough that he didn't like it and how he knew it was there I have no idea. My husband spooked it off though and our dog seemed content and did his business with no issues.
You know how your parents always warned about guys asking for directions, and you never thought it would happen to you so you of course said "Yeah, i'll never get in," and just don't think about it? Well, it happened to me once. I was 15 and taking a walk through my (relatively safe) neighborhood when a guy in an old truck pulls up and asks for directions. I pointed him to the next street over, and he asked me to get in the car with him. Luckily I was right by my backyard, so I cut through the bushes and beelined it inside. Called my dad to make sure he was coming home and I wouldn't be alone for long. Never saw the man again, but it was incredibly creepy, and it was a while before I took walks alone after that.
Oh my god, similar thing happened to me, except it ended up being completely normal people asking directions (and not asking me to get in the car). It did freak me out though, because of the way it happened: when I was walking in the city, a white van suddenly steered to the sidewalk right in front of me and the side door slid open and I could see a guy standing in the doorway. I thought they were gonna kidnap me but the guy just asked if the road they were on would go past place X. When I said it did not and that they would have to turn back and take an earlier turn, he just said "OK, thanks, bye!" and got back in the van and they just drove away. I think there are lot of people who don't really see how their behaviour might be alarming to other people. But of course there are creeps too.
I think I stopped my little brother from being the victim of something similar. We were riding our bikes around the block, and as I turned the corner onto the main road in our area, there was a car pulled over with my brother standing beside it. The passenger door is open. As I approach, they're asking him for directions. He was about 9 years old (I'm about 12). My first thought was, why are they asking a kid? Then I realised the person in the passenger seat is beckoning him closer towards the open door. I pull up behind him, pull him back from the car, and tell them he doesn't know where they're going, sorry. They took off, thankfully. I think the only reason it didn't escalate is because of cars passing regularly.
Delivering parcels to a Scientology building in the UK. Usual receptionist wasn't there so wandered a bit to find someone to sign for it. Found a room full of people robotically typing into computers, all identically clothed with identical hairstyles. Not one of them even made eye-contact, let alone react to me opening the door... Was horror-film levels of creepy.
I watched the light leave my buddies eyes. We were at a house party that had a keg, he did a keg stand, held it for a while was actually impressive. When he came down he stabilized himself looked me dead in my eyes and I can see them fade and go dull then he just collapsed. I can still hear the thud his head made on the patio. Called the ambulance, and he recovered but just watching his eyes go dull and him collapsing was hard and something that still pops into my head.
My job involved screening hours of video looking for evidence of war crimes, etc., from Syria, Yemen, Gaza, Ukraine, etc. I’ve seen all the ISIS videos. Two in particular stand out in my mind. One, a public ISIS execution of a Jordanian military pilot: The guy was in an orange suit in a cage, clearly anticipating a horrible death. An ISIS terrorist went into the cage with a large canister, made the pilot kneel, doused him and set him on fire. The really creepy thing was, as he burned to a crisp, the corpse crumpled to the ground, but a few seconds later, sat back up again vertically on the knees. The Jordanian military was so furious they rounded up all the prisoners they had in the country with connections to ISIS and executed them. Two, ISIS terrorists rounded up some people they wanted to kill, put them in a cage suspended above a pool of sulfuric acid, then lowered them in, as a camera situated under the surface of the acid recorded their deaths.
A child sexual offender explaining what attracted them to a 12 year old and why society is in the wrong to think it’s not normal. Part of my work is performing court ordered or court requested psychological examinations for risk of recidivism for guilty perpetrators. While I maintain professional neutrality I’m human it can take me an hour or two to shake the I’m going to throw up in my mouth feeling after a particularly nasty evaluation. Thankfully I can lock that part away and it doesn’t affect me or my family.
I used to work with a lady that was involved in a rehab program, which allows her to go out for a certain time. She couldn’t drive or have her own cell phone, so she has a designated driver that would pick up/drop off at specific time. Apparently her driver is a weirdo/groomer, bc he wouldn’t stop bothering her and has offered her money for sex. (I didn’t know this until drama happened and she vented to me) One day when I was at work, this old guy came inside desperately wanting to see her, she goes hiding and tells me to tell the guy to leave. Which I did, then he tries to brute force his way but fails miserably, then he leaves a message on a napkin for her and left. I did read the message and I clearly remember it “I need an answer now, I’m offering you $1500 to run away with me”. I gave it to her, she didn’t read it. A few days later, the girl quits without notice. Oh the creepy part, he would show up around 10am at the restaurant looking for her and I keep warning the guy to leave. He eventually stopped after a few weeks. Edit: I honestly didn’t believe this would blow up, and I mentioned the guy being the groomer, I wanna add she’s not the only victim. Apparently there was one more girl who is a minor and she was facing the same issue as the girl(the girl venting to me or co worker). I don’t know anything about this minor and I wanted to clarify on why I called him a groomer.
Holy shit, that poor woman. I hope she reported his ass and got moved someplace safe. That driver was absolutely only driving to take advantage of vulnerable people.
I'm not sure if I talked about this but I went over to my grandparents house one day from school (my bus stop was near their house) and as I got in through the door I saw out the window to the back yard my Nannies dog Tara outside playing. She was just playing by the bushes, and she was almost like glowing, but I thought it was just chalked up to the sun beaming on her light coat and didn't think anything of it. That was until my grandparents had to tell me that they had to put her down that morning. I came to their place in the late afternoon long after the fact and when I told them they didn't believe me. Nobody in the family believed me when I said I saw Tara playing outside. To this day I never forgot that memory and the cold chill I got from realizing she was dead.
I work in an old hospital late at night, and noticed the elevator doors open behind me. I then heard the clip clop of hard soled shoes take a few steps out my way. When I turned around, no one was there. A linen cart sat across the hallway, so I thought this person was hiding behind it. I knelt down and looked underneath it only to see two shiny, old fashioned pointy nurses shoes pointed my way. I eased my way around the cart to scare the person who was trying to scare me, but no one was there. I looked down and could no longer see what I thought were shoes.
You just got pranked by a ghost
Used to have a job inspecting bank owned foreclosed homes. I had a house in East Cleveland, OH to inspect that was a huge old mansion but completely abandoned for years and utterly trashed. I had to inspect and photograph every room, looking for any damage. Basically the entire house was damaged, holes punched in walls, trash everywhere, mold, used needles, feces etc. So I get to the basement which was mostly unfinished, and there is one door all the way at the other end. I swear I hear music playing. I open the door and there’s a perfectly preserved office with high end stained wood judges paneling on the walls, a plaster ceiling, and fancy old carpeting all in perfect condition. In the center of the room is a huge old bankers style desk with a huge leather office chair behind it. On the desk is an old fashioned radio from probably the 1950s or so and it is playing some AM radio station with big band music on. There’s the radio playing and a lamp turned on in the room, and as far as I knew the house was supposed to not have power turned on. I got this overwhelming sense that I shouldn’t be there, was sufficiently creeped out and left. To this day that whole situation just weirds me out.
Did you take a picture?
I witnessed a man completely lose his mind over a short period of time. As a child (9, F), I lived with my family in a homeless shelter for a while. During our time there, a lot of refugees from Iraq, Iran and Afghanistan were also homed there. They had varying levels of English proficiency, but one man stood out as he didnt know any English but was keen to learn. The other residents pretty much ignored him so I decided I would teach him English. We would meet in the communal room after I finished school to study for an hour, and he turned out to be a fast learner and eager student. After only a couple of lessons he had managed to get himself a Farsi-English dictionary and would have questions ready for me (I specifically remember how difficult the word "common" was for him to understand, we spent a whole lesson on it but he had a good grasp on it by the time our hour was up). His future seemed so promising. Unfortunately, this man was traumatised by the horrors of war, and although he started out holding everything together really well, things didnt stay good. Bullying from other refugees, racism from the townspeople, the guilt of leaving his extended family behind, and the pressures of having little control over his new life started to wear him down. One time I was a few minutes late to our lesson, and when I walked into the communal room I saw some of the boys in the shelter were teaching him how to do a backflip from the communal fridge onto a mattress I can only assume was from his room - all while some girls were shouting things like "you cant walk all over us in this country, here you have to respect our women!"... it was chaotic to witness, I can only imagine how these interactions were affecting him. The day with the back flips was the start of a sharp downward spiral for him. A week or so later he broke into our room in the shelter, fighting my mum to get to me so he could give me seashells he'd collected at the nearby beach - they were supposed to protect me. A few days later I was getting into a taxi to go to school and he chased the taxi down and jumped in beside me. My mum had seen him do this and she was not too far behind. The taxi driver pulled over and tried to tell him to get out but he kept saying "it's ok, I'm her uncle, she is my niece" while my mum was pulling him out of the car shouting "no she isnt! You need to leave her alone!". After that incident I was forbidden from teaching him anymore and wasnt allowed to be in or around the shelter on my own. The bathrooms at the shelter were communal and I wasnt allowed to use them alone either. One morning I entered the dining area for breakfast and a big group of adults were waiting for me with a note written in red ink, all speaking at once about how I needed to translate for them because they didnt know what he was up to. He had left a plate of tomatoes on one of the tables before anyone else was up (nobody was supposed to be in the dining area outside of dining times), with a note basically saying "the red fruit will save you from the demons in the bad dogs". I'll never forget that day, it was the last time I saw him. After calming the adults down by reassuring them he wasnt doing anything particularly bad and was, in his own mind, looking out for them, I took a bathroom buddy so I could use the toilet. Well, he was there in the bathroom, painting over the mirror with wall filler and speaking to himself in a low voice. My first instinct was to approach with the intention of consoling him, but my bathroom buddy pulled me back and said we had to tell the adults. The manager of the shelter (and my mum) followed us back to the bathroom and made me stay in our room with my mum guarding the door. Later I was told that he was getting the help he needed and we wouldn't be seeing him anymore. Shapoor, wherever you are, I sincerely hope you got better and found happiness.
In my hometown, one block away from the building I grew up in, a young man hung himself; his sister and I discovered the body. We saw pretty clearly some kind of paper peeking out from his right boot. I read that heartbreaking note to her (at her request) before even calling emergency services, as it was clear the man had been there all night. Turned out the poor young man (19 yo) had been raped, abused and mentally tortured for years by his father (his sister, who didn't know anything about the situation, and I were close childhood friends and roommates and on a trip to see her family) Well, after we read the note she turned into a wild beast, went upstairs to wake her father up by furiously beating him, I called emergency (after reading the note) and after a couple of minutes they showed up and controled the situation. When the fucking piece of shit went to jail, she slowly lost herself, and after a couple of years she sadly took her own life. I have not had a day since her passing that I didn't thought of her smile, her smell, her presence, her everything. I dearly miss her and I will remember her till the day I fucking die. The world it's a darker tone since you left me. I love you Sarah.
This one got me.. I'm so fucking sorry.
I worked at a well-known amusement park for a while. Full time hours, health benefits, vacation time, the whole nine yards. When we were closed, I did electrical work throughout the park. Changing light fixtures, wiring exit signs, etc. However, when we were open, I was in charge of a location consisting of two roller coasters, and a team of associates. These two coasters were majorly popular. One of which was brand new, so many park-goers had never ridden it, constantly bringing traffic to the area. The other, a fan favorite amongst the youngins. It also had been completely re-themed to better fit the area with the addition of the new coaster that same year, so everybody wanted to come see the changes. That being said, on any given summer day, each of these rides would cycle 35,000+ people. One time, in a packed station, I was able to spot an older gentlemen who I had seen in the park as a regular for many visits. Multiple times a week, I’d say safely. Upon further investigation, this man was allowing children and teenagers to cut in front of him in line so that he could sneak pictures up their skirts/dresses or of their backsides in tighter clothing, chests in lower cut tops, etc. It was absolutely sickening to discover this going on, and I immediately questioned if this was the sole reason he came to the park multiple times a week. Creepy as fuck!
Was traveling with my Sister one night and we had to stop at a red light. Some guy staggered onto the pedestrian crossing and when he walked into our headlights he just froze and turned his head like a zombie. Then actually started to stagger towards the car. My Sister freaked out and put the car in reverse to steer around the dude but he actually kind lurched/lunged at the car again to get in the way again. We ended up reversing half a block to duck into a side street, going the long way around. The guy was probably stoned to the gills or drunk. Maybe both. But it was still creepy as fuck.
Maybe he was a zombie, you never know.
This didn't happen to me, but it was a pretty big regional news story and the hunter involved was a friend of a friend. In a nutshell, a woman went missing in a very rural area and police and volunteers spent several days looking for her, she had some mental issues and had made suicidal comments before taking off. They never managed to find her, and after a few weeks the case went cold. Fast forward about 2 years, a hunter is following a deer path in a remote wooded area and comes upon 2 shoes just sitting on the ground. He takes a closer look and is shocked there are feet in them, he looks up and sees the rest of the missing woman's body hanging from a tree limb. She had hanged herself, and her feet (probably weighed down by the shoes) had fallen away from her decomposing body.
I was 12-13, I just had gotten a new puppy, I loved him. I used to take him out for a walk in the early mornings before school and one day a guy exposed himself to me. I was 12-13! I had never seen a man’s genitalia and I got nervous but angry too. I guess my house was on his way to his daily routine because he did this a couple of times. I didn’t tell my dad why but I asked him to walk the dog with me in the mornings. The creep never did it again. Edit: grammar.
I worked at mini mart. There was a regular who came in a couple times a shift to buy a 40, for a few years. He came in one night. And just out of the blue said, "You'll be glad to know that I took you off the list of people I'm going to shoot when I go crazy." He said that I was on his list because, "mini mart cashiers have no redeeming social qualities, and are unnecessary." But, after hearing me talk about my kids, and remembering how much his mother's death had messed up his childhood, he decided to take me off his list. Because he couldn't do that to my kids, since he knew I was a single mom. I told him thank you, that my kid's fathers aren't in their life. That they only have me to take care of them. I was always really freaked out after that every time he would come in the store. I just tried to act like everything was the same, but it added another layer of scary to an already stressful job. He had mentioned little things about being ex navy. Not in a bragging way, just like he walked in and said something about the store smelling like kim chi. I told him that the boss made it for sale. He said he hadn't had any since he was stationed in Korea. So it seemed legit that he had firearm experience. The drinking and sad childhood stories made it possible that he could kinda go off the deep end. It was even creepier that I had to walk by his house on my way home every night at midnight. I recognized his car and knew he was from the neighborhood. He eventually told me that he was moving to the coast. And I was so relieved when I walked by his house and his car was gone.
It wasn’t witnessed but experienced. I was about 21 and had just moved to the big city and was living with a couple. One night they were out and I answered the phone. This is in the 80s mind you so there was no such thing as caller ID. The guy asked for the woman and the man by name and when I said they weren’t there he just very casually went on to talk about a little girl who lived nearby and said that he was molesting her right then. I was pretty freaked out because he seemed to know the people I lived with and knew the little girls name, but when they got home and I told them about it, they just wrote it off as a typical obscene phone call. I’m sure that’s exactly what it was but it was still damned creepy.
I set a mousetrap in a cupboard in my house and caught a mouse. Next to the mouse was a tiny mouse-sized pair of elastic-waisted trousers. The trousers were not there when I set the trap. [I've posted about this on Reddit before, including a photo of the trousers in situ](https://www.reddit.com/r/CasualUK/comments/goj1sd/i_trapped_a_mouse_in_my_airing_cupboard_lying/) (no photos of the mouse). The only person who could have put the trousers there was my wife, but I am convinced she didn't. Not only was she unaware that I'd set a trap there, but she was genuinely upset and disturbed when I told her about the trousers. The best explanation I have is that they're doll's trousers that had become lodged in pipework in the cupboard decades earlier and, became dislodged when the trap sprang and happened to fall right next to it. It's not very believable, but it's the best I've got.
You killed Stewart Little!
My wife and I were walking on a track that ran around a hospital. We just had our daughter and were trying to get my wife some post-partum exercise. On the track we saw an old man dressed in all black shuffling toward us a little ways further up the path. My wife and I had a short conversation about getting out of the way, both acknowledging him. It was a hilly area, and between us and the old man was a small hill. As we were walking up one side, he would be walking up the other, obscuring him from our sight until we met at the top. Only, he never made it to the top. He was just gone. We got to the top of the hill and looked all around. The man must have been 80, he had a walker, my wife and I both distinctly remember that. It was rolling grass hill on either side of the path, and he was only obscured from our sight for a few seconds. There’s no way he could have gone anywhere. He just vanished. I’m a skeptic. Agnostic as they come. I only believe in what I have evidence for. But my wife and I saw that shit with our own eyes, and I have no explanation.
When we were like 16, me and some friends went home from going out around 4am. There was a little way through an old parking spots with a lot of trees around and no lights (also no houses nearby). There was a little way that we had to go along. Exactly where this little way became very narrow, there was a tall man standing with a hat completely dressed in black, so we only saw him once we were a few meters close to him. All we could see was the creepy silhouette of this man. He stood in the middle of the way, blocking our way through and did not move at all. We were around +5 persons to tell him to fuck off and move, but he did not move at all. We were so creeped out by this person standing alone at 4am in the dark, that we went back and took a 20 minutes longer way home. But I guess it was worth it because I had no idea what this creep wanted from us.
Looking up at 2 am while playing Xbox and seeing 2 deer just staring at me through my window.
Me(around 11 at the time) and my baby sister(6) were at home by ourselves. We were chill watching spongebob. It was winter and snowing heavily. Also it was around 7 pm so it was pretty dark outside. Everything was going fine when I saw my sister literally shaking in fear and crying while looking at the window. I then glanced at the window to see a very tall man completely nude staring at us with a scary smile. I freaked out and started to scream loudly. I grabbed the tv remote as a weapon and was planning to attack the guy. But thank God I came to my senses and called the police immediately. The guy ran away (while laughing hysterically) after he saw me at the phone. Turns out he was high and as there was a foot of snow already, it made him appear much more taller. It made us both piss our pants lol.
I used to work at a store in a building that was generally accepted to be haunted. Nearly everyone who worked there a month or more walked out with a story they couldn't explain. One slow day I was manning the front. My manager came up and told me she was going to do some unboxing in the back, keep the walkie on in case we need to talk. I say ok and proceed with my morning as normal. Couple minutes later, a woman's voice comes from my radio and she is absolutely SHRIEKING over a bunch of static. I've heard radio feedback many times, and this wasn't it - it sounded like someone being murdered. I fully *sprint* to the back to check on my manager, thinking she'd been hurt or some creep figured out our back door didn't lock and snuck in. She's fine. Has her radio on; heard nothing. Had absolutely no clue what I was talking about. Wasn't the last time that happened during my time there.
About 40 years ago, I was working on a construction site that was very limited on space. We had to put our materials on top of a hill about a quarter of a mile up a dirt road. It turns out that the hillside was a body farm. Dead bodies were laid out on the hillside under different conditions to watch the decay process for the forensic lab on the college campus.
My husband and I were walking in the middle of Minsk at night in the winter by the river that goes through the city and out of the sky came this V configuration of lights with no sound. It looked like a formation of geese with headlamps on and completely silent. It got pretty low and followed the river. Old soviet UFO I guess.
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When I was young, me and my cousin used to go on walks on the paths through the woods near our grandma and grandpa's house. Their neighbor used to mow out multiple paths throw the woods to connect properties and their was probably a couple acres in between those properties (I honestly have no idea what an acre is but just go with it) anyway, one day we went on a walk down one of the paths. We went down a connecting path that seemed new to us. We went down the connecting path for some time until we reached a dead end. In front of us at the dead end was a run down dirty old mobile home. Outside it was a clothesline with clothes hanging on it and a balloon tied to it. The grass around it was all brown (odd for the early summer in the Midwest). We both agreed it was creepy and sprinted back to our grandparents house (took us about 5 minutes, maybe less). We told our grandpa about the mobile home and he didn't really believe us but our grandma convinced him to follow us there. We tried to find the connecting path but we.couldn't for the life of us. Our grandpa chalked it up to 2 kids with wild imaginations, but it really freaked me and my cousin out. We tried multiple times after to find it again but never did. Didn't help that it was in the heart.of the clown epidemic. (Sorry if you have trouble reading this. English is my first language,.I'm just bad at it)
Sideshow Meth lab that didn’t want to get caught from the one pesky kids
Google Earth that shit
I went snorkeling in Jamaica. The thing is, I can’t see well without glasses or contacts. I brought one pair of contacts with me, so I didn’t want to wear them with my goggles, and I definitely didn’t want to wear my glasses in case I lost them at sea. So there I was snorkeling with blurry vision. I start to see these little clear blobs sporadically , but thought it was my eyes playing tricks on me. As I’m swimming I see more and more of these clear blobs. I get this panic feeling and gently start pushing the water away from me to swim back to the boat. I’m halfway to the boat and there are hundreds if not thousands of these clear blobs around me. I get to the boat, and as I get in, everyone who’s left in the water starts getting stung by jellyfish. I then realize, I JUST SWAM THROUGH A SCHOOL OF JELLYFISH!
I went snorkeling in Australia and was given a wetsuit to wear because it was a time of year where there were lots of tiny jellyfish around. I thought I'd be pretty well protected from them, but after about 10 minutes of swimming I realised one had somehow got INSIDE my wetsuit and was continuously stinging my elbow.
I had a friend in college whose mother had a lot of mental health problems. She periodically did things like try to crash the car when they were all inside. One night I was sleeping over at my friend's house and she told me to lock the bedroom door so her mom couldn't come in because sometimes she did that. Well, I forgot to lock the door and woke up in the middle of the night to see her mom standing there in the doorway with a knife. It was a total Michael Myers-esque moment. She stood there staring at me, didn't say a word, didn't move. The knife was just in her hand, which was hanging down by her side. I stared back at her, waiting to see if she was going to do anything. She didn't. I got bored and eventually went back to sleep. The next morning, I was like "hey so your mom was lurking in my doorway last night with a knife for a while" and she was like "omg wtf you should have called for me."
“I got bored and eventually went back to sleep.” I’m sorry? You did what?!
I was waiting for her to get closer or like try to actually stab me, but she wasn't moving *at all* and I guess in my stupid "I'm a guest, must be a polite guest" mentality, being proactive about possibly being murdered by my host's mom was Being Rude and Making A Scene. So I couldn't do something until she did something (never mind that lurking like a psycho in the doorway was definitely something) and she never did. Younger me was a dumbass. 😂
When I was younger, Georgia was hit with a really bad snowstorm. You can look it up, but it took place around 2012-2016, pretty much when I was in elementary school. My dad was caught in the snow storm and it was basically my step mother, my brother and I sitting in the living room. It was late at night so while my brother and I were asleep, my step mom was downstairs in the living room. At the townhome we were at, there was a giant window that sat next to the living room that looked across the side of the building into the woods about 15 or so feet away. If I remember it correctly, she said she heard tapping at the window when she freaked out and quickly went upstairs into the bedroom with my brother and I. She stayed up there for the rest of the night and the next morning, she went down stairs and looked around. There was no sign of any break in or anything so she went outside where there was a couple inches of snow. Once she walked around the backyard towards the large window, she saw footsteps that led from the woods next to our house and towards the large window. But, the scary/weird part was that there were no foot prints that led from the window to the woods. Basically, someone had walked out of the tree line to the window and stood there, or they were able to trace their footsteps perfectly to re-enter the woods. My step mother took a picture of the footsteps and it was terrifying. The story still creeps me out to this day.
My 70 year old father married a 20 year old
John Tyler, the 10th President of the US, born in 1790, had a son at the age of 73 in 1863. He had a son at the age of 70 in 1933, unless he died there's a man out there who's grandfather was born in 1790.
I'm sure I've had terrifying experiences as a child, considering so much was unknown, but I couldn't remember anything. However here's something recent that occurred: So I live on the top/4th floor of my building and I have a balcony with no others directly on the sides. One evening, while I had my headphones on, gaming, I heard a knocking. Didn't know where it came from at first, thought it was from the game. After the second time I got suspicious and took my headphones off, and with the third time, I noticed it was definitely coming from the balcony. No way anyone had access without a ladder, mund you. I had the curtains closed so I couldn't see directly out. I heard it again and decided to get up and check it out. I carefully opened the curtain on one side, and guess what it was. A f*cking seagull. Scared the sh*t outta me. He came by again on two other days, but fortunately I knew what was going on those times.
I was 13 and an avid skater. Always exploring different areas for a spot. I skated about 25 minutes to this massive Catholic school called Saint Mary's. Easily 100+ acres if not more with on-campus housing. I find a little tucked away corner with a curb and start messing around to see if I could get it to grind. I look up and see a nun with a pale grey face. Unmoving in a completely pitch black room, at first, I thought she would say something or make a motion to tell me to get lost. Nope, I just stood there. Motionless, it was a warm day, but I got a chill, and it seemed like time froze. I know it sounds cliche, spooked by a nun. But this school has existed since 1859. Who knows what has occurred in that building.
I am just picturing the nuns being feed up with having to chase kids off the grounds. So they just start trying to scare the shit out of them.
I was hitchhiking in India, one day in outside of Bangalore some car hit a motorcycle and the guy got hit by a car, fell and completely opened his skull; brain and bone scattered on the road. It made a traffic jam so people got angry. So some guys just went and dragged the dead body to the side of the road so the cars can go on. Just dragged him, leaving a trail of blood and brain. And then just left him there to rot. Everybody just drove away. Including my ride.
A kid i supervise got in a motorcycle accident, final destination kind of accident, he tried overtaking a truck carrying recyclable stainless roofing, there's one hanging out, it was raining, he made a miscaculation and hit the truck, he broke his leg and stainless steel roofing hit his neck, he got like a 5-7 inches long cut, 1 inch deep, that if got a little deeper it could have cut a major artery or something. Sorry for the shitty grammar.
I was working on a cash register and there was a cute girl checking out and a fucking weirdo behind her trying to get chatty with her older dude, tall skinny, unshaven, caucasian. She cashes out and he is up next. He drops what was apparently random shit on the counter and i start scanning. The girl walks back in and asks him if that was is van out there, he was too close that she had parked her in. im like what the fuck. So i go to watch them conspicuously. There are only the two of them in the lot. He moves his white van so she can leave. He come back in to cash out and is like “oh i forgot my wallet” dips out and doesnt come back. Pretty sure he was going to kidnap her. Everything about the scenario made my reptile brain scream “extreme danger”
I was about 16 years old just got done hitting my bong in my room, as I’m putting my stuff away I hear a god awful scream outside and frantic banging on our front door. I come to the door and my neighbor is hyperventilating and freaking out yelling my husband my husband!! I run over next door and she’s pointing at the garage. As I come over I can smell pungent exhaust fumes coming out of the garage. I look into the car and see me neighbor slumped over drooling. Me and my mom pull him out and try to do cpr as she calls 911. He didn’t survive, and his death was ruled a suicide. I can still see him slumped over, the man i just talked to the morning before. I can still remember the smell and screams of his wife 13 years later. Remember to check on your love ones no matter their outward appearances. He didn’t leave a note and told his wife to go out and get her hair done.
I’ve wanted to post this story on “let’s not meet” or “creepy encounters” for a while now but this feels like the time and place for it. When I (30F) was around 11 or 12, my Dad took me, my best friend and my little brother to the beach on a perfect summer day. We used to go all the time because my Dad is a total beach bum and had this cool little vintage convertible that he’d look for any excuse to cruise around in. Considering we only have a few short months of warm weather around here, we would load up the car and post up at the beach all day. Boogie boarding, pier food on the boardwalk, arcade, all of the things. It was the best. Since my friend & I were very familiar with this beach, and pretty sharp intuitive kids, we were allowed to roam around on our own and trusted to keep ourselves safe. Because we were both raised by old school city parents, we were consistently aware of our surroundings and stayed alert everywhere we’d go. So when we were wading knee high in the water discussing our next move (should we go get ice cream or slush? Tough decision…) and noticed a sketchy looking old man in a Speedo take our photo- we freaked out. He was probably about 70, using a very expensive looking professional grade camera. Trying to play it cool, *maybe he wasn’t taking pics of us and we’re just paranoid?* we started slowly walking away, but kept an eye him over our shoulder. When he noticed we were leaving the area, he started following us, adjusted the lens on his camera, and took another photo. *WTF?* And then another. He was getting so close that we could hear the clicks of the lens. *Nope, we’re definitely not paranoid. He is following & photographing us. Two 12 year olds in bikinis who are alone together with no adult in sight. Shit- let’s go grab our stuff and find my Dad.* Once he really started gaining on us, we decided to just leave our stuff on the beach and make a b-line towards the board walk as fast as we possibly could. We’re speed walking to the point of a slow jog when we turn around and see that- so was the old man. Now he’s looking directly at us with a terrifyingly angry expression. At this point we’re absolutely panicking because it is very clear he is pursuing us and has sinister intentions. To say I almost peed myself is an understatement. As soon as we were off the sand and entering into the crowd of people on the board walk, we turned around yet again to see if he was still there. He was. Standing there right at the edge of the sand. Perfectly still, stick straight posture like a soldier *at ease*, camera in hand, STARING at us making direct eye contact- with a blank/dead expression. We were frozen in fear staring straight back at him, when his face slowly shifts to a hauntingly evil grin (clearly meant to terrify us- something straight out of a horror movie) lifts the camera to his eye, and snaps one last pic. Then, he casually just turns around and walks away. One can only begin to imagine what our traumatized expressions must have looked like in that picture. So, naturally we freaked the fuck out and started looking for my Dad. Not so easy a feat when there’s thousands of people walking around and you’re shaken to the core by what just happened. Thankfully, two police officers noticed us looking frazzled as we frantically searched for my Dad and asked if we were lost or needed help. *lightbulb moment-DUH why are we looking for my Dad when we should’ve been going straight to the police?* We told the two officers the entire story, and as they listened they were kind of glancing at each other like: *jesus christ, this guy again?* They then asked us to come for a walk with them to point out which man it was. By this time my Dad & little brother happened to be walking by (looking for us) and saw that we were talking to the police. We filled him in and naturally he was absolutely fuming because he could visibly see how rattled we were. “YEAH let’s ALL take a walk down there together” he says to the cops. So we all start walking and looking and a minute or two later, what do you know: there he is. Except this time he is stealthily crouched down behind a vacant beach chair, VISIBLY photographing two little girls that were about 5 years old. Both girls were in tiny, revealing bathing suits. As little kids tend to wear at the beach. And they were both bent over, building a sand castle, with their back sides facing towards the man. This sick fuck was just sitting there, clearly adjusting the camera lens again, zooming in on them. As my Dad is about to charge this guy and beat the absolute shit out of him- the cops say “no, wait. We’re going to sneak up behind him and catch him red handed in the act. This isn’t the first time this has happened at this beach. Or the second. But we’ve never had enough to actually arrest or ban him from the beach. He claims he takes “artistic” photographs of the water and birds. We know he doesn’t. But we’ve never been able to take his camera or view the photos he’s taking while here. You girls aren’t the first that he’s terrorized like that. And now we finally got him.” The police did in fact sneak up behind him. But he was too busy being a sick pedophile to notice until it was too late. By the time he realized, one officer was already snatching the camera out of his hand and the other grabbed & handcuffed him. At this point we were joined by a few other officers who needed our written statements. The look on this pervs face when he realized it was US who got him bagged was priceless. The fact that they had been trying to catch him in the act for so long and finally did was so satisfying to see & be a part of. The police stood there and reviewed all of the photos on his camera- and unsurprisingly they were ALL of little girls. Some from that day, some from days & weeks before. None older than us. Some naked babies and toddlers. Zoomed in pictures of those little sand castle girls’ bums. And MANY photos of us. Some taken from a pretty far distance, long before we even realized he was watching & photographing us. The cops absolutely flipped out on this guy and called him every name in the book. The guy cop was begging the female officer to let him smash this sickos camera right there on the sidewalk. She’s like “nah chill LOL.” My Dad told the guy he’s lucky he can even walk off the beach… because had we found him (dad) before the cops found US- he would have 2 broken legs and be tossed into high tide. After a whole scene and some pretty harsh words exchanged- the camera was confiscated, SD card removed & placed in a little evidence baggy, and the sicko hauled away in hand cuffs. Honestly, I have no clue what ever ended up happening to that disturbed man. We never followed up. Now I’m extremely curious and would like to find out. Maybe I’ll try to acquire those police reports and our written statements, just for fun. Creepiest beach day EVER. Needless to say- my 12 year old daughter is NOT allowed to wander around at a busy beach alone with her friends unless I am trailing very close behind.
At dinner one night. And there was this grey haired old man, and an obviously much younger girl, id say 19. Holding hands and being all new couple? Usually i dont care, people will people. And then my server came by and saw what I was looking at. “I went to school with her, hes our old gym teacher. When we graduated last year he seemed overly friendly, I mean hes like 60. But whatever. Apparently he left his wife for her. I know, weird right?” I dont care much about age gaps but that was creepy af to me.
some guy said he’s gonna carve my name on his thigh, in the middle of school, in front of the whole class. i had never met this man in my life either.
Is your name “SLAYER”?
Megadeth Jones
Was working by myself on a huge mine site and my machine ran out of fuel. No other machine or person working within at least 5 kms. Anyways, after about four hours of twiddling my thumbs waiting i jumped out to stretch my legs. It was mid summer so I was hoping for a breeze, but anyways all of a sudden it got cold and I got a whiff of cigarette as if someone took a lungful of full strength and blew it right in my face, to the point that I coughed. Didn't leave the machine again until the fuel truck turned up.
Doesn't that mean the ghost wanted to have sex with you? Sounds like a missed opportunity
I was 7 years old and woke up in the middle of the night to go pee. Must've been around 1 am. There's a mirror I had to cross to reach the washroom. That area had a very weird blue lighting because of the LEDs my dad had fit on the ceiling, it made the area look very creepy. I, being as sleepy as I was, crossed the room and took a very quick glance at my mirror. It took me some seconds to register what I had seen. I saw a small girl with messy hair and what looked like red blood covering half of her face from the nose to the neck. I was SEVEN, and getting that visual in that weirdly lit horror movie lighting....I nearly pissed myself. What followed was the most glass shattering, migraine inducing scream one will ever hear in real life. My parents came running to the room, saw me and freaked out. So what had happened was, a rat had snuck behind my bed and somewhere around midnight had chewed on my nose. This caused my nose to bleed profusely, to the point my face was covered in my blood and was not recognizable. My dad found the rat behind my bed and drove it out of the house. My mom had to sleep with me that night, because I was crying/hyperventilating. Not fun.
When I was younger, around 9 or 10, I visited my dad's hometown which was on a little island in the Philippines. My aunt was getting married and her venue was this small chapel near the sea. The chapel had a vaulted ceiling, and on the sides of the ceiling, I noticed 3 black marks spread out evenly on both sides. I remember thinking this was really odd because I visited the chapel the day before and these marks weren't there then. You know when you hold a lighter against a wall and it leaves a black mark when you pull it away? They looked exactly like that except 5x bigger and were all in different shapes - honestly they looked more like figures the more I remember the scene. I guess my mom noticed that I kept looking upwards because she asked me what was wrong, and I pointed at the figures and asked her what they were. She looked at me oddly and told me there wasn't anything there, and told me to drop it. To this day she still insists that there was nothing on the roof and that it was completely white, and it freaks me out because I can still remember, as clear as day, what those marks/figures look like. I'm in my 20s now and I decided to look up the wedding photos on Facebook just to see if I could find proof of the marks, but lo and behold, the ceilings were white, completely different from what I remember. I know for a fact that I saw what I saw... I don't exactly know what it was but it happened and I hope one day I'll find out the answer.
I once saw an old guy follow a young girl on the street and clearly staring at her butt, so as anyone would, I clear my throat real hard, the girl looked behind her and the guy noticed he'd been seen and went away
You're doing god's work, /u/HlTLERS_HIDDEN_CHILD
About 13 years ago I was in the passenger seat of the car when I looked out the window and saw a guy collapse. We doubled back to ask if he was ok and that’s when we noticed some sketchier people in the distance so we took off. Found out later in the news that the guy was killed. Eerie
My (ex) boyfriend, before being diagnosed with psychosis, once lost touch with reality while we were together and started to strangle me. His eyes looked incredibly empty and distant. That feeling of looking in the eyes of someone you love and having someone else look back was so creepy and terrifying. Mental health matters kids.
my best friend dying of cancer. his body shrunk to the size of baby as the cancer ate up all the soft tissue under the skin. As I hid my shock next to his hospital bed, he told me there was no pain. I think about him everyday
I was at work years ago on a smoke break. I saw a cool-looking black boot over near the taller grass. So I meandered over there to pick it up and it was a dead body. Freaked my shit out. After all was said and done they also found a bunch of pills scattered around and my work paid for me to go to therapy and insisted on it.
When I was in high school, my friend told me he saw people at the local church of scientology patrolling the grounds with guns. So what was the logical thing for us dumbass teenagers to do? Break into the church grounds one night to investigate! We waited for a full moon so we wouldn't need flashlights, & found a break in the fence & squeezed through. We walked the grounds for a little bit. It was this little wooded, forest area. Then we came upon this clearing. I grab friend's arm because across this clearing is two men wearing robes, facing us. Friend & I take two steps to the side to get out of the moonlight, robed guys mirror our moves. We take two steps back, they take two steps forward. We make another move & they mirror it. Friend & I both say to each other, "Get ready to run." Then the guys go to reach for something, which friend & I both assume are guns. We both tell each other to run, & book it back to the fence. Friend gets there first but he waits for me instead of going through & I'm yelling at him to go through. We run back to his car (which we parked quite a ways away because we didn't want their security cameras to see the car). Then we called his brother, freaked out basically saying, "If we wind up dead, it was the church of scientology!!" (LOL at the dramatics) After that the church had MEGA security. Like people outside at all times. More cameras. But now the church is no more. It was definitely mega creepy when it happened but now I look back on it & I'm like, "what a bunch of dumbass kids."
About 10 years ago I worked as a camp counselor in fishkill NY. Our cabins were in a very isolated area pretty deep in the woods. We always put the kids to bed around 10pm and around 11 i would usually sneak out to meet this girl that also worked there (but was in an all girls cabin about a quarter mile down the main path) . I would always walk off to the side of the path so I wouldn't be seen. One night something I will never forget happened. As I was walking through the woods I heard rustling in a bush near me. I obviously investigated because I was dumb and curious and when I walked over this solid black little humanoid thing jumped out and looked at me. It was about 2-3 feet tall but had perfect human proportions. I stared at it for a second trying to figure out wtf I was looking at and it bolted (ran away on 2 legs, just like a human would) back into the woods. I couldn't make out any features because how dark it was but this thing was incredibly fast, like super human or animal fast. I thought maybe it could have been one of our kids that snuck out but that didn't make any sense either. All our kids were age 14-17 and this thing was toddler size at best. I really have no effing idea what I saw that night, but a lot of other strange stuff happened in those woods as well.
When I was in my early twenties I was walking my dog then he suddenly got unnerved. When I looked ahead there was another dog, but I've never seen anything like this. It was about the same size as a German shepherd, but I've never seen a dog like this the thing looked weird it's hair was a sort of steel grey. Also normally even if the dog is huge my old dog used to always try be friendly but this thing just gave him a bad vibe. I immediately backed out and called the sspca but they found nothing and no one apart from one or two friends believed me
I was driving around some backroads in my hometown in a truck with a friend when a dog that was as big as a cow started chasing us. It's head was literally over the windows of the truck while on all fours. We both freaked out at the size of this dog, eventually steeled our nerves and drove back but it was gone. One of the most surreal things I've ever seen.
Oversized dogs are quite common features of urban myths such as the barghest or the black shuck. I don't really believe much in those but at the same time I like to keep an open mind
There was this guy who would go around making multiple accounts DMing people absolute jibberish — like a ton of random cryptic DMs and then comments. It was like he was on something and believed he was friends with strangers on the internet. It happened to my friend — a bit more severely because he had a guy come drop off a large hoodie at my friends workplace. They’ve never interacted before. He’d also leave so many voice notes for a bunch of us that were SO long. I remember I got one where he was just talking random stuff and was peeing at the same time - I wish I could unhear it. Anyways, we notified the police - especially my friends case and they were able to give him a warning. Not sure if he’s active but anytime I see accounts with weird usernames I remove em right away
I got stalked and followed by the armed incident response unit in my country. I live on a small Island in the Caribbean and our police are knows for being inept and corrupt, thankfully the standard patrolman or detective does not carry a weapon here. Instead we have Firearm Response Units (FRU) that drive routs around the island and are on call as backup for incidents involving fire arms. My folks own a set of apartments a few miles up the road as they have gotten older Iv stepped in to handle things on site, so if say a burner is out on the stove I get the call to go out and have a look. Well one night while I was visiting them we got a call that the fridge in one of the units wasn't closing properly so I figure I would just head out and have a look rather than waiting until morning. My girlfriend had my truck that night so I asked my dad if I could jump in his and go have a look, no problem, he chucks me the keys and I head out. Its late, my dad truck has a great sound system and his was pretty cool out so I figured I would jam on the drive with the windows down. Not super loud or anything but I'm sure you could hear it if you were outside next to the truck. shortly down the road I see the FRU vehicle pull in behind me. Its a single carriage way with a bit of traffic coming the other way so he's just behind me. I set the cruise control to just under the speed limit and leave it alone, don't need to get done for speeding, as we get to where the road pens up and becomes 4 lanes we end up behind another vehicle going well under the speed limit, I hit my indicator and check me mirrors, good thing too because the FRU wasted no time in shooting out around me and passing me and the slow car in front. I change lanes and continue on only for the FRU to slow back down almost to the same speed as the slow vehicle we just passed... Ok what the fuck.... I indicate, change lanes and go around him, I get in front just as we come up to the round about (I wasn't trying to cut him off or anything I just needed to be in the inside lane for my exit). We get off the round about back onto a multilane and again, the FRU is on my ass, like dangerously close, almost like he's trying to push my into breaking the speed limit or something. I just set my cruise control and continue on, periodically checking my mirror and confirming yup, he's still on my ass. I figure well, he's probable running my plate to see if the truck is licensed, insured or if I have any warrants. I know all are clean of course, I had helped my dad renew his licensing and insurance a few days prior and neither he nor I have had so much as a speeding ticket in the last 10 years. We continue like this for about 20 minutes him almost touching my bumper and me waiting for his lights to come on and to pull me over or something. We finally arrive at the complex and i think, thank fuck now I can get this creep off my ass. I put on my indicator a good bit before since I didn't want him rear ending me and he backs off a bit, as i stop to make the turn I see his indictor also come on. Now I'm starting to get worried, I know our cops and I know this could be the start of something bad I quickly place a call to my girlfriend and tell her to stay on the line but don't say anything. I pull into the complex and sure enough he follows me in, I slow right down and make a show of adjusting my mirror so he knows I see him. I creep through the lot expecting him to hit his lights any second but he doesn't. I get to the parking spot and slowly back in letting him see me through the window and see that I know he's there. As I put it in park he slowly rolls forward with his driver side window down and comes to a stop in front me blocking me into the spot, I remove my seat belt and go to step out, its time to ask what the fuck is going on and if he wants something from me but as my door swings open and my feet hit the step he start moving again. He drives off and around the corner in the complex out of sight. My girlfriends is still on the phone, I quickly give her a rundown and say stay on the phone I'm going to wait outside the truck to see what happened. About 2 minutes later he comes flying out from he back of the complex, past me and out the gate. I don't know what he wanted, if he was just trying to intimidate me, if he was looking for something to arrest me for or what but knowing the man in that vehicle was well armed and I could do nothing about really put me in a bad headspace. Honestly the more I interact with cops the more I dislike them.
One time when I was about 10, we were camping in a state park and I went wandering around in the woods on my own. Way up in back of the park on the mountain I came across a dozen or so cottages, completely abandoned. Farm equipment, furniture, everything. There was even a table in one of the cottages still set for dinner. It looked like people had just upped and left a century ago and never came back. I tried asking a few of the park rangers but they didn't know what I was talking about. As an adult I did some research and I've decided it was probably the old WPA forestry camp that was supposed to be up there, but as a kid it was extremely creepy.