Other What's Your Creepiest (REAL LIFE) Scary Story
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Talooka
Weirdo With a Beardo
When my family lived in Yemen for a few months, my brother (who was around 5 years old at the time) was using the bathroom with the door open and he just started screaming at the top of his lungs. Like really loud, but he didn't run out of the bathroom he stayed in there. So my mom goes to the bathroom to see what happened and he's just sitting on the toilet crying. Once she calms him down a bit, through sniffles he goes, "There was a man without a head walking by...and when he got to the bathroom he looked at me and his head was in his hands."
And we were just really creeped out.
Something less creepy that happened to me personally but still sticks with me: When we first moved to that house in Yemen, I was walking to the kitchen, the entire hallway was empty because we didn't have furniture or anything, and while I was walking somebody shoulder-bumped me, but no one else was there. I just stood there, shocked, looked around, and just continued walking to the kitchen. But I think that house was just plain spooky.
And we were just really creeped out.
Something less creepy that happened to me personally but still sticks with me: When we first moved to that house in Yemen, I was walking to the kitchen, the entire hallway was empty because we didn't have furniture or anything, and while I was walking somebody shoulder-bumped me, but no one else was there. I just stood there, shocked, looked around, and just continued walking to the kitchen. But I think that house was just plain spooky.
Jawad Soomro
I'm a Human!
Well when I was around 12 years old, me and my cousins used to gossip about ghosts and paranormal activities. They told me since their younger brother passed way, their house switches on and off by itself
Munchito696
I Love YTtalk
More than 50% of the time when I get home our Internet errors out.
I've also had times where I'll walk under street lights and the one I'm passing by turns off, then when I get to the next one it shuts off and the other ones comes back on. This still happens sometimes when I walk the dogs. I pointed it out to my girlfriend last time it happened and she was just like "hmm, weird".
iBreakMatter
I don't sleep
I was walking around London at 2am (alone) after going out with some friends on a birthday, I walked down some random somewhat quiet road which is never a good idea in a city most of time and I had 2 drug addict kind of laughs in the background coming from behind me. I was spooked as hell since I was 13 years old at the time, never got over that.
MattBarnardMusic
I Love YTtalk
So whether or not it was my wildly over active imagination, I used to be CONVINCED our old house was haunted. I lived there until I was about nine years old and some of the memories are so vivid.
Forgive me because they don't exactly make up much of a story but I used to be terrified of this figure dressed all in black that emerged out of my parents bedroom and chased me down the stairs. It consistently happened when I was upstairs alone and I used to run away for fear he'd catch me.
I also used to have visions of some Weimaraner dog chasing me up my stairs. Our bathroom was opposite the stairs and I used to close the door on the dog before it got in. We didn't own a dog and look at these things, with their white eyes they're creepy as hell.
Forgive me because they don't exactly make up much of a story but I used to be terrified of this figure dressed all in black that emerged out of my parents bedroom and chased me down the stairs. It consistently happened when I was upstairs alone and I used to run away for fear he'd catch me.
I also used to have visions of some Weimaraner dog chasing me up my stairs. Our bathroom was opposite the stairs and I used to close the door on the dog before it got in. We didn't own a dog and look at these things, with their white eyes they're creepy as hell.
LJay
YTTALK Panty Thief
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I live in a 2-bedroom apartment. I had a roommate and she had a boyfriend who was staying with her. He was supposedly into witchcraft. My aunt claims to be able to detect any spirits that are near her. Anyway, one day my aunt came over to drop something off. She knew my roommate and they greeted each other. My aunt suddenly said that there was something very dark in the back room and asked if someone was in there and we had my roommate's boyfriend come out. He joined us and my aunt soon left, but she later told me that the darkness left the room and followed him and it was all she could do not to attack him when he was standing in front of her.
Fast forward a few years. I'm married, still living in the same apartment, and my wife's daughter sleeps in the room that my roommate used to. It was late at night and I was in the living room on the computer. My wife was in our room and called me urgently to come in there. She sounded very worried. I asked what was wrong and she said she had a sudden urge to protect her daughter, but when she went into the hallway to go into her daughter's room, she felt something cold brush by her. She got her daughter out and they were in our room. After a few minutes she suddenly told me to turn on the light because she felt something was in there with us. I did and we couldn't see anything, but my wife closed her eyes and said over and over, "Please go away, please go away." Finally she stopped and said she didn't feel anything there anymore. I told the story to my aunt and she said it sounds like something was definitely there. She came over and said that nothing was there at the moment, so whatever it was, it had probably just passed through.
One night last year I was at the grocery store. My wife's daughter was at her dad's. When I was driving home my wife texted me saying to hurry. When I got there, she was sitting on our bed, almost in tears. When I asked what was wrong, she told me this: She was doing some laundry, noticed the garbage can didn't have a bag in it, and went into the hallway where the coat closet is where we keep the bags. The hallway connects the kids' room and our room to the living room. While she was getting a bag, in the corner of her eye in our son's dark room she saw the figure of a man standing. It startled her enough to make her scream, but when she looked at it straight on, it was gone. Instead, she saw a white orb on the ground, about the size of a basketball, moving across the doorway and then it disappeared. Then she felt something cold brush by her, bumping into her even, as it went from out of our son's room toward the living room. She said it was like before, only it was colder and unlike a wind like it had felt like last time, this time it was like someone knocked into her. She went into our room and waited for me. She wanted our son to sleep with us, but she was too afraid to leave the room. It is not like her to be afraid of things like that, especially when she is thinking of the kids. I got our son out and he slept with us, and nothing else happened that night.
In the morning, we noticed the battery-powered clock on the wall next to the front door, which is right in line with where the hallway would lead to, had the time and date at some random setting. It had been set correctly before those events. Nothing has happened since except one morning months later the clock was all messed up again.
Fast forward a few years. I'm married, still living in the same apartment, and my wife's daughter sleeps in the room that my roommate used to. It was late at night and I was in the living room on the computer. My wife was in our room and called me urgently to come in there. She sounded very worried. I asked what was wrong and she said she had a sudden urge to protect her daughter, but when she went into the hallway to go into her daughter's room, she felt something cold brush by her. She got her daughter out and they were in our room. After a few minutes she suddenly told me to turn on the light because she felt something was in there with us. I did and we couldn't see anything, but my wife closed her eyes and said over and over, "Please go away, please go away." Finally she stopped and said she didn't feel anything there anymore. I told the story to my aunt and she said it sounds like something was definitely there. She came over and said that nothing was there at the moment, so whatever it was, it had probably just passed through.
One night last year I was at the grocery store. My wife's daughter was at her dad's. When I was driving home my wife texted me saying to hurry. When I got there, she was sitting on our bed, almost in tears. When I asked what was wrong, she told me this: She was doing some laundry, noticed the garbage can didn't have a bag in it, and went into the hallway where the coat closet is where we keep the bags. The hallway connects the kids' room and our room to the living room. While she was getting a bag, in the corner of her eye in our son's dark room she saw the figure of a man standing. It startled her enough to make her scream, but when she looked at it straight on, it was gone. Instead, she saw a white orb on the ground, about the size of a basketball, moving across the doorway and then it disappeared. Then she felt something cold brush by her, bumping into her even, as it went from out of our son's room toward the living room. She said it was like before, only it was colder and unlike a wind like it had felt like last time, this time it was like someone knocked into her. She went into our room and waited for me. She wanted our son to sleep with us, but she was too afraid to leave the room. It is not like her to be afraid of things like that, especially when she is thinking of the kids. I got our son out and he slept with us, and nothing else happened that night.
In the morning, we noticed the battery-powered clock on the wall next to the front door, which is right in line with where the hallway would lead to, had the time and date at some random setting. It had been set correctly before those events. Nothing has happened since except one morning months later the clock was all messed up again.
MisterB
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I've had plenty of strange experiences when I was young. As a child, both me and my brother loved our little stuffed animals, and we'd go to bed with them every night. And, while my "teddy bear" was actually a little brown stuffed dog, my brother's teddy bear was one of those Bubba Bear toys, basically a stuffed animal with an electronic voice box inside that would make it talk whenever you squeezed it's paws.
Late one night, we were both deep sleep when the two of us were awakened by a loud sound coming from his side of the room. By this time, he'd had the stuffed bear for a while, and though I was still firmly latched onto mine, my brother had already started to outgrow his. At least, I'd assumed as much, since he started leaving it on the bed shelf instead of keeping it in the covers with him.
At first, either of us knew what had caused the sound, until we heard it again, coming from his talking bear. It was talking on it's own, speaking it's usual lines and dialogue, but without being activated or squeezed. This had never happened before, so my brother and I were understandably frightened. After it happened again, my brother grabbed the toy and opened up its back, flipping the switch to turn it off. And that seemed to be it...for a while.
Later that night, we were awoken again when the toy started talking by itself, it's voice loud and distorted, almost as if the electronics inside were malfunctioning for no reason. My brother and I exchanged a look of surprise and fear as we heard it continue talking. It was still saying the exact same things it's said dozens, maybe hundreds of times, only now it was terrifying as our young minds processed it. A scary electronic voice emerging from a familiar friend, talking in the darkness, seemingly beyond our control.
The voice became more distorted, almost raspy, when my brother grabbed the toy and shook it, though that did nothing to stop it. Finally, he opened the back and pulled out the batteries, and tossed the toy to the ground in sheer terror. It was quiet again, but neither of us could sleep for the rest of that night, as we both were convinced that it would speak again.
We had never had any trouble with it before that night, and we never had any trouble with it afterwards either, even after putting the batteries back in. After that night, my brother would eventually stuff that toy into the back of the closet, where we promptly avoided it for the rest of our childhoods.
And yep, this is a true story.
Late one night, we were both deep sleep when the two of us were awakened by a loud sound coming from his side of the room. By this time, he'd had the stuffed bear for a while, and though I was still firmly latched onto mine, my brother had already started to outgrow his. At least, I'd assumed as much, since he started leaving it on the bed shelf instead of keeping it in the covers with him.
At first, either of us knew what had caused the sound, until we heard it again, coming from his talking bear. It was talking on it's own, speaking it's usual lines and dialogue, but without being activated or squeezed. This had never happened before, so my brother and I were understandably frightened. After it happened again, my brother grabbed the toy and opened up its back, flipping the switch to turn it off. And that seemed to be it...for a while.
Later that night, we were awoken again when the toy started talking by itself, it's voice loud and distorted, almost as if the electronics inside were malfunctioning for no reason. My brother and I exchanged a look of surprise and fear as we heard it continue talking. It was still saying the exact same things it's said dozens, maybe hundreds of times, only now it was terrifying as our young minds processed it. A scary electronic voice emerging from a familiar friend, talking in the darkness, seemingly beyond our control.
The voice became more distorted, almost raspy, when my brother grabbed the toy and shook it, though that did nothing to stop it. Finally, he opened the back and pulled out the batteries, and tossed the toy to the ground in sheer terror. It was quiet again, but neither of us could sleep for the rest of that night, as we both were convinced that it would speak again.
We had never had any trouble with it before that night, and we never had any trouble with it afterwards either, even after putting the batteries back in. After that night, my brother would eventually stuff that toy into the back of the closet, where we promptly avoided it for the rest of our childhoods.
And yep, this is a true story.