15 People Share The Scariest Unexplainable Things That Happened To Them

This happened years ago when I was around 17. One night I was up late watching TV and fell asleep on the couch. I woke up at around 4:30AM and went to bed, everything seemed normal. The next morning, my mom asked where I had gone the night before. I was real confused. The night before, she and my dad had been woken up by the sound of the front door of the house closing. They went downstairs at 2:00AM and looked outside. My car was not in the driveway. They figured that I'd gone to give a drunk friend a ride home or something so they weren't worried about it. My dad sat on the couch (the same one I had fallen asleep and woken up on) and ate a midnight snack, watched some TV, and went back to bed around 2:30AM. We figured out that I had fallen asleep sometime between 12:30AM and 1:30AM because that's when the TV show I remember watching as I drifted off was on. The soles of my feet were extremely dirty, as though I'd been walking around outside with no shoes on. So, I disappeared, with my car, for a few hours that night. I have absolutely no memory of what happened, and if mom hadn't said anything that morning I wouldn't have even known it happened.

makystir , Ryunosuke Kikuno Report

POST

My parents had been married for maybe a month. They were in bed sound asleep when all of a sudden, my mom jumps up and wakes up my dad. "Jimmy! Jimmy! There's blood everywhere! We have to help them! Please!" My dad tried his best to calm her down and figure out what she was talking about. My mom had explained that she saw a car with a German license plate on the side of the road. That there had been an accident and they needed help. My dad tried to console her...to explain that it was all just a bad dream, but she wasn't having it. So to appease her, they got in the car and drove to the spot my mom thought the accident was. And sure enough, at the exact spot my mom said, there was a car on the side of the road with German plates and emergency flashers on. Upon closer investigation, there was nobody in the car. If they needed help, help had already come.

foundedHartford , Toa Heftiba Report

POST

When I was in uni I lived by myself, it was a nice little studio unit behind a house in a fairly decent area. I would honestly think nothing of walking places at night, there was a 24 hour MacDonald's and a 7 eleven that I would walk to, often between 12am to 3am since I was a massive night owl. Well one day after finishing an essay at about 2 in the morning I decided I was hungry but didn't really have anything easy to cook so I decided to walk down to the 7 eleven and grab a pie or something. However as soon as I opened my door I was overcome by a suffocating feeling of fear, my heart started pounding, I started shaking, the works. Telling myself that this was ridiculous I walked out to the street with the intent to still go but that was as far as I got. I was terrified for no reason that I could understand, but no less intensely despite that. I ran back inside and ate dry cereal. Later the next day I heard about a group of drunk guys that were causing havoc down near the intersection at the 7 eleven, they'd beaten up someone from my uni. Even though I can't explain it, I'm convinced something bad would have happened to me that night if I had ignored that feeling and gone anyway.

vivian_lake , Maxwell Nelson Report

POST

I worked at a small town pizza shop during my winter breaks in college. I was good friends with a married couple who picked up occasional shifts to supplement the income from their regular jobs. One time we were swapping spooky stories and they told me about one that had happened just a week earlier. The wife had been spending the evening visiting her sister way out in the country when a heavy snow storm rolled in. The roads were slippery and visibility was terrible as she was driving home. At one point it was so bad she didn't even see the railroad crossing until the lights started flashing and the gate almost crashed onto her hood. Luckily she managed to skid to a stop barely in front of the tracks right before the train came roaring by. When she got home she was still shaken up and told her husband about the close call with the train and how the gate had almost crashed on the hood of her car. The next morning her husband told her he wanted to show her something and they went driving out back towards her sister's house until they got to the railroad crossing. All that was there was an old fashioned crossing sign. There were no lights and no gates.

GH1066 , Colby Stopa Report

POST

The house I grew up in was about 100 years old by the time my parents bought it. I lived there until I was 16. For as long as I can remember, I saw what I described as "a girl that was pink and see through". I always called her Pam. It's been 10 years since I lived in that house and I still remember her vividly. My dad got a bit weirded out when I would talk about Pam and finally when I was 13, my mom put me in therapy because Pam was still something I brought up regularly. In order to stop my parents from thinking I was crazy, I just stopped talking about Pam completely and went on with life. That was until my parents decided to put the house up for sale when I was 16. Just two weeks before moving into our new house, I was sleeping, but was woken up by Pam standing in my doorway and pointing into the bathroom that was directly across the hall. All Pam said was "look, my mom." And when I looked to see who she was pointing at, I saw a woman hanging by a cord from the light fixture in the bathroom. I remember the woman looked as though she had been hanging there for a while, when all of a sudden the woman's boot fell off and I abruptly woke up. I ran into my parents room to tell them what happened, and my mom looked at me disappointed because I was taking about Pam again after having kept quiet about her for years. I concluded that it was just a bad dream and went back to bed with no other incidences. Until a few days later. I was once again asleep, and dreaming that I was woken up by crying coming from the bathroom across the hall. I got out of bed and walked over to see what was going on. At that point, I saw the same woman that was hanging from the bathroom light fixture, sobbing and holding a very real little girl under the water in the bathtub. It was then that I realized that the little girl was the little pink see through girl I had seen my entire life. It was Pam. And she was not moving. I immediately woke up and I was crying uncontrollably. I was 16 years old, and I ran into my parents room like a 5 year old, and jumped into bed with my mom (my dad was working at the time). I told my mom what had happened and my mom could see how upset I was and was trying to calm me down. At that same moment, the pink and transparent version of Pam walked through the door. I looked at my mom and just whispered "oh my god mom. She's in here" and I pulled the covers up to my neck and just looked at my mom terrified. My mom was speechless. At that point, Pam slowly walked up the side of the bed and began shoving me into my mom. I had never been touched by Pam before. I was screaming and crying and kept yelling "STOP TOUCHING ME!" And all that my mom could reply was "I'm not touching you!" As she was being pushed out of the other side of the bed. After what seemed like forever, Pam stopped and slowly walked out of the room. I cried myself to sleep, and my mom stayed awake to see what else would happen. I never spent another night in that house. But, two weeks after we moved out completely, the house caught fire. The entire back side as well as the entire garage burnt. The official cause was "spontaneous combustion". The house that my family lived in for 25 years has since been bought and sold 8 times within 10 years. No one wants to stay in that house, and I really think that Pam is the reason why.

Philly920 , Liz Weddon Report

POST

Sharing my mom's two stories that always gave me the chills: 1: When she was younger, her grandmother was staring out the window and the gates to the house were swinging back and forth (it was a hot summer day with no breeze). My mom asked her what she was looking at, and she replied that it was angels moving the gate and that they had come for her. She (grandmother) died that night. 2 involves my grandfather, who died from a brain tumor before I was born. After he died, my grandmother would hear a loud knocking at the front door every night around the same time, but when she would get up to check, no one was there. She thought it might just be neighborhood kids and didn't think much of it, until one night around the same time she heard the knocking, and then every framed picture on her walls came crashing down at the same time. She went to see her priest the next day, and after some talking, she realized her husband, who was blind as a bat, was buried without his glasses. Per the priest's suggestion, she went and buried the glasses next to his grave, and all the knocking stopped after that. Make of those what you will!

reddit , sarandy westfall Report

POST

I dreamt I was being choked and woke up to find my own hands around my throat.

reddit , petitefox Report

POST

There was a small door that led to attic space in my bedroom (11 yrs old to 13) and it became habit that I would shut the door as I walked into my bedroom a couple times a week. I didn't think anything of it, just assumed my mom didn't close it all the way when she left it. After a while I made the mistake of joking with her when she made a comment about me not picking up after myself, I said something like 'every night I have to close the attic door behind you, how about you shut it all the way when you're done?' She then informed me that she hasn't been in the attic in months. Asked my brother... nope. Asked my father... nope. So then I started to pay really close attention to it. Making sure it was closed in the morning, checking it after school, checking blaster dinner. Then head up to bed and... open. After a couple months of wondering, studying, experimenting, I thought I'd see what happens if I just don't shut it. Opened the door before school and checked it after school, still ooen. Checked it after dinner, still open. Before bed, still open. Now I'm laying in bed, mind going crazy with the open door across the room. Decide to check it out so I roll over and focus on the black space into the attic... to see a face staring back at me. Bolt downstairs, wake parents, get ridiculed by brother, switch bedrooms w brother, move into new house about 6 months later (due to expanding household). New physics teacher and his wife bought our house. I could've forgotten all about that event and chalked it up to me having an over-active mind. But then my senior year I discovered how awesome our physics teacher was. Became my favorite class and by far, my favorite teacher. End of senior year my friend and I took our VHS camcorder around town, doing mostly silly things, but then took it to my old house to see what they've done with the place. We got a very fun tour, I got to tell stories about all the projects my dad did that were still part of the house. Then the wife leads us upstairs to show us the sewing room. I ask (jokingly), 'Notice anything strange in this room?' and her face goes blank. On camera, she asks what I mean and I try to shrug it off but end up saying something about the attic door. She confirmed that every time she comes up to sew, the attic door is open. She then tells us that the second day of being in the house, their dog (German Shepherd) had gone into the room but would not go back downstairs. He started barking and could not be consoled, and then jumped through the window, landing on the tin roof over the porch and then running off. The dog did not come back until the next day and has not stepped foot into the hallway that leads upstairs since. I had the initial thought that I could show my parents and brother the story I had on film but I decided to just let it be. 'Attic' is the space in this house that runs parallel (like a cape cod) to the second floor, not above it. I was 11 and 12 when this was going on so I did not immediately science it all out. When I told my family that I saw a face, it was just my brother that ridiculed me. My father definitely would've checked it out for actual humans because one of the first comments he made was about a family that recently had a coin collection stolen from their house across the street. This event itself was easy to shrug off because I could chalk it up to a lot of other possibilities, like the ones mentioned below. It wasn't until 5 years later that it became freaky. The look on the wife's face before she told us about the dog was very telling. Like something they decided to never put much thought into... now my story added depth to their experience and their story added depth to mine. This did not make me a believer in paranormal. I told the story as a collection of details, not as a confirmation of ghosts. What it did do was make me never be able to be a nonbeliever.

nocatsonmelmac , Mak Report

POST

Used to be a security guard on a campus that was a military fort since the Revolution. It was updated throughout the years and was last used in WWII, which by then the campus was bristling with artillery and earth/concrete bunkers, as well as many brick and mortar buildings. When it became a college campus, the barracks, hospital, officer's house, everything was converted to classrooms and dorms. There was one building on campus, a hotel where students learned bartending and hotel services, that was infamous for being haunted. My shift was 11PM to 7AM, starting at midnight the last coworker left and I had the entire campus to myself. My job was to make sure everything was locked and lights were off, and to scare off any drunks or potheads trying to get into the old concrete bunkers. But that hotel. It rarely had living guests. I would go through the building and turn off all the lights, only to turn around an hour later and see a light on again. I would stand in the hotel lobby - after patrolling and confirming I was alone - and hear things moving on the floor above me. I heard a chain dragging across the room above me, then a distant scream. One night I had another officer with me for once, and as we were talking in the lobby the temperature dropped and we heard a little girl giggling. In the basement, I would see shadows dart across the conference room. However, the biggest thing that made me "nope out" was when I was in the lobby and looked up the staircase. I saw a woman's legs with black shoes walk from the right to left on the next floor up... And straight through a wall. Keep in mind that's just the hotel. It used to be the officer's quarters; stories say an officer died if the flu around WWII, and before that a man was executed during the Revolution for being accused of being a spy. Like most hauntings, however, I do not know how much truth the stories hold. I didn't even talk about the voices I heard in the basement of the old hospital, or the shadow people wandering the colonial graveyard in the middle of the campus. Footsteps following me in the darkness faces staring at me from the bunker ruins (all of which I would check and make sure it wasn't just kids trying to hide from me)... Ah, I miss that place.

reddit , Flex Point Security Report

POST

This is ongoing, and only happens when I'm home alone. About five months ago I got home from work at about 10pm, and to enter the living room you have to walk past the basement stairs. I did so without actually looking straight down them, but had full vision of them- there was a huge brown head at the bottom of the stairs, opening and closing its mouth. I took about five steps past the stairs before it caught up with me, and then I was scared that it was a person in my basement. I called a friend of mine to come over, she did, and we didn't find anything down there. All the doors were locked, nothing had been moved. A few months after that I was watching tv upstairs before work. I heard a noise like something had been thrown across the room in the basement. I froze for a sec, looked around, and saw that all my pets were in the same room as me. I called my friend again, told her to stay on the line as I checked out the basement. All the doors were locked, nothing was moved. I've heard that noise (it sounds like someone is throwing something large and heavy at the wall) about five more times, and still haven't figured out what it is. Haven't seen the face again, but I always feel someone watching me when I'm in the kitchen (which is at the top of the stairs).

reddit , Blackout_Photography Report

POST

I live in a condominium and we own two apartments on the 7th and 8th floor. The only way to move in between them is to step out of the apartment, take the elevator or the staircase and enter the other one. One night, we ran out of ice-cream upstairs and my mom told me to go get some from the downstairs freezer, so I took the keys to the 7th floor's apartment and since it was dinner time, no one was there. I walked into the pitch dark and realized that someone was sitting on the sofa so i flipped the switch to see my dad just sitting there. It was kinda weird, but i just went to get the ice-cream and asked if he had a key to lock up. No answer. I shrugged and thought 'Well if he came in and locked the door behind him, he must have one.' Went back upstairs and my dad was sitting there eating dinner. I freaked out and asked how the heck did he get up here so fast and everyone told me that he's been here all this time. Told them it wasn't possible cause I just saw him downstairs but no one believed me. Now I never go down there alone. To clear up some stuff, each our apartment doors are fitted with 3 types of locks. There's a gate which has it own keyhole and lock, we put another lock in it so you have to unlock this gate twice. Then there's the door and its own lock. So you need 3 keys just to enter our house if no one is inside. I did get a good look at and it was 100% my father, he's kinda fat and has this serious looking face so its kinda hard to mistake him. The apartments are not accessible because not only are they not on the same floor, they aren't even located on top of each other. There's an elevator in between them AND they are on different floors. So there is no way for anyone to go up or down without first meeting at the elevator or the staircase.

ZayYarHtun Report

POST

When I was little, I would go over to my grandparent's house frequently with my sister and cousins. My grandparents have an attached mother-in-law apartment, so we always played in there while the grown-ups would talk in the main house. One day we were playing hot and cold with a little key we found in the apartment. While one person was hiding it, they accidentally dropped it and it fell under the door to the basement. I opened the door to get it and when I did, there was a man standing at the bottom of the stairs that I didn't recognize. He had a bunch of stuff in his arms, like he had rummaged through my grandparent's basement. (Keep in mind, my grandparents were hoarders, their basement was full of stuff that they either forgot about or put in storage, some of it being relatively valuable). When he saw me, he yelled at me "GO BACK UPSTAIRS, KID! GO!" I was so freaked out, I bolted and immediately ran into the main house to tell my parents. My dad went into the basement to look, but couldn't find anyone. To this day they all tell me I imagined it, but my sister and cousins insist it's real too. About 5 years later, both of my grandparents passed away, so I was helping my dad clean out their basement. Turns out they were missing a ton of stuff. I haven't gone back in that house since.

reddit , Kahar Erbol Report

POST

When I was a younger kid I had a really hard time getting to sleep and I normally got to bed really late at night. My mom has always been that way too. So, my mom mentioned that she heard something at night and wanted me to stay up a little longer to hear it. I did, it was summer anyway. Fast forward to that night, it's about 1 in the morning. My mom said it usually happens during her night time routine, so she told me to sit in the living room and listen while she went to brush her teeth. That's when I heard it. There were footsteps upstairs. You could hear the footsteps start at the window in my parents room then walk away towards the other bedroom (baby sister). It sounded muffled until the footsteps arrived to the landing of the stairs, then it got louder because the landing was hardwood floor. After a few steps then you would hear the footsteps on the carpet again when they arrived at my sisters room. But this time, they didn't go all the way to the window. They went to my sister's crib and paused for a moment, before continuing back to the window in my parents room. I listened to this for about 5 to 10 minutes, with the footsteps taking about a minute to go from the window, to the crib, and back. My mom then came out of the bathroom and said "I told you I heard something." Well, we then opened the door and it stopped completely for the night (as far as we know at least). The next night I do the same thing and hear it again. So I open up the door as send our dogs up (a German Shepherd and a Border Collie), who get to the top of the stairs and immediately turn around and bolt down the stairs. My stepdad was there that night and quickly ran upstairs after the dogs came down and looked everywhere. There was not a single place he didn't look, there was nothing to be found and the windows were still locked. Couldn't explain it for years, and the neighbors that moved in after us apparently heard the same footsteps.

IAmTheGingerWolf , Tnarik Innael Report

POST

My wife and I were asleep one night and I woke up suddenly and felt like someone was at the foot of our bed. I opened my eyes and saw a woman standing there who looked just like this at the foot of my bed. She slowly turned towards me and just stared. Not being fully awake yet, my brain couldn't get fully afraid, but was instead curious and confused as to why there was another person in the room. I sat up and reached toward the woman, trying to figure out if she was real or not. When my hand reached her face, she disappeared. My wife woke up at this point and asked me what I was doing. All I could say was that I thought I saw something. We both laid back down facing each other and closed our eyes. Not a minute later, we both heard this guttural roar/growl that sounded like a mix between a bear, lion, and howler monkey, emanating from behind our headboard. There's nothing behind that wall since it's an outside 2nd story wall. She immediately began screaming and I searched the house from top to bottom. We never found out what made that noise. Took us a while to sleep in our bedroom again.

keeper_of_keys Report

POST

I was working at a hotel in Albuquerque the graveyard shift. I had been talking to the security guard and he asked if he could get a ride home, so instead of waiting for 30 minutes for my shift to end I just left and left a note for my boss that said I left early because my brother was stranded outside of town and needed me to get him.(total lie on my part but I needed a good excuse to leave early) I drop off the security guard at his place then go home and go to sleep. A couple of hours of sleep and I wake up to my phone ringing..it was my brother...he tells me he is stranded outside of town and he needs me to go get him. I tell my brother the lie I told my boss and how much of a coincidence his calling me is. He says that's not weird he will show me what's weird when I get there. I get there and ask him what is weird. He puts his phone up to my ear and plays a message that he got when he woke up that morning. It's a voice that kinda sounded computerized but mostly just creepy sounding. It says: YOUR STUCK Freaked us both out. Never figured out where the call came from. Strangest creepiest thing that's ever happened to me in my life.

• You Might Also Like: 45 Times Car Mechanics Took Pics Of What They Were Dealing With So Others Would Believe Them

Waldo_where_am_I , Stefan Štefančík Report

POST