Remember when U.S. Marshal Teddy Daniels (Leonardo DiCaprio) arrives at Ashecliffe Hospital in Shutter Island? That uneasy feeling Teddy gets as he enters the fortress-like insane asylum? Places with such disturbing vibes exist not only in movies. Abandoned campsites, old cemeteries; maybe you've been to one as well.
Thankfully, there's usually an explanation for why they're so creepy. Usually. But not always. Sometimes, these sites are surrounded by so much mystery, it's hard to even make sense of them. Interested in these cases, Redditor MercuryCrest asked other users: "Eerie towns, disappearing diners, and creepy gas stations... What's your true, unexplained story of being in a place that shouldn't exist?" Here are some of the replies they have received.
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I was driving from Dallas to Tuscaloosa. Left at midnight and drove straight through the night with two friends passed out sleeping. It was probably 4am and I had a 1/4 tank of gas which translates to about 100 miles. I see that the nearest town is about 90 miles so I’m pretty worried about making it.
Before I hit that town, I ran into a tiny town that wasn’t on the map. A few houses, a gas station, a convenient store, and that was about it.
I walk into the gas station and hand the guy a 50$ so I can fill up. He was a really tall skinny black guy. Like skin wrapped around bones level skinny. Probably 6’5 at least. And he just had this eerie look about him.
He looks at me, leans over the counter, scans the outside, and looks back at me. He hands me my 50$ back and a hat and says “look, you look like a nice young fella. You don’t want to be out here at this time of night lookin like that. Put the hat on, get to your car quickly, and get gas at the next town.” (Based on the way he said it and how he pointed, “lookin like that” was about being white I think but I’m not positive.)
I was super confused and just said “I don’t have enough gas to get there, that’s why I’m here. I didn’t even know this place existed.” He responds “it doesn’t. Here, there’s 2 gallons left in this can. Just drive another 15-20 miles out and use those two gallons. But please, you need to move now.”
At that point I stopped questioning him and left. On my return trip, it was day time. So I wanted to stop back in and return the Can with 2 gallons in it. But wouldn’t you f*cking know? Couldn’t find the goddamn little town again. It’s like it disappeared over the weekend.
To thus day, I refuse to stop in small towns that aren’t on the map. I have no idea what that gas station employee was trying to save me from, but he pushed me out of there with some urgency and even gave me free gas to do so.
That's crazy. Part of me is super creeped out and the other part of me is super jealous that didn't happen to me lol. (just for the story.)
So, my best friend and I are driving from Texas to Kansas City. We wanted to pick up some Taco Cabana for a friend in KC on the way back, so we wanted to find the closest one to KC. Google Maps says there is one on the way, just like two hours away from home! Score, right?
Wrong.
When we get close, it is near 2AM. We have been driving all day. We are tired. Google Maps tells us to get off the highway, so we do. It drives us through a small town, christmas lights and banners hanging, streetlights on and everything holiday levels of cheer. Apparently the place isn't in the town, which is kinda f*cky, but hey, fast food tex-mex. We keep driving, the roads get dodgier and dodgier, until google maps has us turn down a literal dirt road. Another mile or so in, and Google Maps calmly says
"You have arrived at the destination."
We are surrounded by trees on all sides. It is pitch black. It is getting foggier by the second. I turn the car around and GTFO.
We can't cancel the google navigation, but instead of saying rerouting, that cold robot voice just keeps repeating:
Turn back.
Turn back.
Turn back.
I have to figure out how to get back on the highway, and it is made all the harder by the sudden death of the town. The lights are gone. The buildings are closed down and run down. Everything that had been alive ten minutes ago was rubble and regret. My friend is losing it, thinking we have entered Silent Hill. I am furiously driving, watching blankets of fog roll in behind us at every intersection. At last, I find the on-ramp and get back on the highway.
Sometimes I want to go looking for that town. Most days, though, I am smarter than that.
I wonder if it has a tall skinny black man with a 2 gallon can of fuel standing behind a counter of a run down gas station
My grandparents had a big farm when I was growing up and all of the grandkids would help work it over the summer when we were out of school. Anytime we saw a rabbit we were supposed to get it with the hoe or grab the shotgun. I was around 12 or so when I saw a little rabbit in the beans and I didn't want my grandfather to see it so I tried to chase it off. Followed it into the brush on the land and for whatever reason I just kept following it because usually I'd lose sight of them pretty quickly once they hit the brush. Kept following it until I found what was clearly an old barn ruin. These are pretty normal to happen upon where I'm from and they're fun to look around inside, so I went in. It was weirdly kept up really well with antique tools in great shape and fresh hay. I worried I had crossed into our neighbors’ property so I high-tailed it out of there. I asked my grandfather about it and he said our land went way far past what I had described, and I couldn’t have left our land in the short amount of time I was gone, so he followed me out there and we couldn’t find it. I checked every summer I worked there and never found it again. Not creepy but it always drove me crazy where that stupid barn went.
this story takes place in the mid 90's, a time before widely used cell phones and GPS. My two best friends and I freshly able to drive decided we would head out on a Saturday to a water park in Southern Missouri about a 3 hour drive from our home town in Northwest Arkansas. We had never been before and just used road maps to get there.
We had pretty fantastic time but as the sun started to reach the tree line we thought we ought to head home. Its about 7 o'clock and we miss a turn but my friend Paul who was navigating said not to worry another turn was coming up that would get us their just as fast. The next turn took us from detoured to completely lost. By 8 o'clock we are on a road that seemed to be lacking in informative road signs and zero lights.
We finally see a gas station and are relieved to get some directions as well as some gas. My friend Taylor and I go inside while Paul pumps the gas. We come inside and a very friendly old man in his early 60s who gives us a very large grin and says "Weeeeell Hello there" it was very foghorn leghorn-esk. Looked like an extreme hillbilly but very pleasant.
We explained that we were needing gas and wanted to fill up. He explained that he was about to shut down for the night but would be happy to oblige us. He then said something I'll never forget, "You have to make haste though... tonight is buffer night." Taylor and I looked at each other and shared an awkward look. We asked him if he could point out our location on the road map.
While he was finding it two people entered the shop from the back and called out for the old man. He said he was up front. The two approached us, A man and a woman, and at first looked confused then as though hit with an epiphany they smiled. They asked the old man "Are these the guests tonight?" He shot them a look and said "no these are some lost children."
The way he said "Children" caused the hairs on my neck to stand up. Not sure why. They looked at us and said "The three of you should make haste, because tonight is buffer night." Two things scared the sh*t out of me right then. The first being how did they know about Paul pumping gas out front when they came from the back and the second being that they repeated the old man verbatim.
We clarified the directions to get back on a main highway and paid for the gas without waiting for change. Taylor and I booked it out of the gas station to find Paul already in the passenger seat. When we got into the car we were nearly airborne from the speed we took off. Before we could say anything Paul told us about how three men from across the street stood under a tree just watching him. He waved but they didn't move a muscle.
We just drove as fast as we could until we got back to the highway. To this day I will still have a nightmare every so often about that gas station and what my imagination has twisted "Buffer night" into being.
When my brother and I were 10 and 12 respectively our family went on a hike through the cemetery and into the woods not far from our house.
(My brothers and I would explore these woods every day. Even camped in em before. We knew it like the back of our hands. )
Anyway, as the family hits our usual spot by the creek halfway through brother 1 and I said wed be back in a few, we wanted to wander off further up creek. So we did.
We came across a very large hill we had never seen before. It was littered with what looked like someone's worldly possessions. As if they turned a house upside down, shook out the contents, took the house and left. There were tons of painted X's on the trees showing someone intended to cut them down at some point. We poked around for a few when we thought we heard our mom hollering at us. So we turned tail and walked maybe 20 feet back down the hill to where our parents were. The entire encounter was maybe 45 minutes long....on our end.
As soon as our mom saw us we got the beating of a life time. We had actually been gone almost 4 hours. She never saw us walk up any hill and remembered seeing us meandering down the strait path by the creek, not turning up a hill that was 20 feet away . She and her husband and our other brother combed the woods for over 4 hours screaming our names and couldn't find hide nor tail of us.
We pleaded our case and even tried showing her the hill. Surely she was messing with us. So we stomped up to the turn off for the hill and....it was gone. No where to be seen. For YEARS we explored the woods determined to find that f*cking hill. We covered miles and miles of off path woods. As we got older we mapped it out. To this day that hill does not exist. We never found it again. Never found the weird furniture, toys, clothes, and other house hold items that were scattered across the hill. And never met anyone in the area that had a clue about the hill.
We probably just wandered way further then we meant to but I always found it weird that we never found the hill again.
Was driving through Illinois to get to Chicago about a decade ago with a group of friends and we stopped at a Taco Bell. The first thing we noticed was that the workers were acting very odd. Everything they said was monotone and rehearsed. After sitting in this fairly busy restaurant for a bit, we kind of all just looked at each other at the same time as we realized that none of the conversations happening around us made any sense. The people were speaking, and it was English, but the sentences weren't logical. They were just saying words at each other. We didn't say much about it until we got outside, at which point we all freaked out and confirmed each others' experiences at once, and got the f*ck out of there. We jokingly refer to that place as the "NPC Training Center" since the people didn't seem to be real, or they were learning how to be human or something. Still freaks me out.
In the 7th grade I had a friend that lived near a beach on a bay of lake Michigan. One day in early May it reached 70 degrees, nearly unheard of for that time of year in northern Wisconsin. My two friends, including the beach friend, excitedly rode our bikes down to the beach to maybe dip our toes in, expecting still frigid waters, and then "tan" for the rest of the afternoon. The water, though, was surprisingly warm. Like bathwater warm. In this particular area of the bay the water was shallow for about a half mile out, and we joyously splashed around, wading deeper and deeper until we were about chest deep. As we dunked each other and swam with abandon I started to feel sick. Bad headache, nausea, wobbly. Just then, my other two friends mentioned that they also felt sick. We headed back to shore, nearly crawling by the time we got out. The three of us collapsed under a tree and fell asleep for 2ish hours. When we woke up we talked about how weird it was. I dipped my toe back in the water and it was freezing cold. To this day I have no idea what was in there. I do know that there is a chemical plant in town that used to manufacture things like agent orange, and that their practices were known to be less that environmentally conscious. I have never touched that water since.
Sounds like chemicals were dumped in there and the warm sensation was the chemicals reacting to the skin. The sickness was most likely them being poisoned by swallowed contaminated water, but they were lucky to sleep it off. By the time they woke up, the chemicals had most likely dispersed
Many years ago myself and 2 of my best friends decided to go for a day of mountain biking at Snowshoe in southern W.Va. Now this was way before the days of GPS, so we were kinda doing this by some half assed directions and an old map, but the point is we got very lost. Sometime along the way we ended up in this very tiny little town and we figured we would ask for directions it was absolutely deserted. I'm talking not a single soul to be seen anywhere.
We parked the truck and split up looking for anyone. Now this was at around 9-10 a.m. so not exactly the ass crack of dawn mind you. We went into the post office, nobody, we went into the only bar in town which was unlocked, unattended with music playing, but not a single soul present. We went business to business to business and walked the streets and after about 25 min finally found one old guy who just seemed to appear out of nowhere in the middle of town walking alone. The first question we asked his wasn't even for directions. It was "where the hell is everyone" to which he replied: "Well I guess folks round here don't get up much till round noon". We asked him for directions to Snowshoe and he pointed to the road we came in on and said to go that way about 10 miles and make a right and we will find the interstate. We left quickly. We all had a very bad sense of unease about the whole thing.
As we left we were about 5 miles down the road and hit a lady dressed up in a state road uniform standing in the middle of a very long straightaway holding a stop sign. When we approached her she turned the sign from "slow" to "stop". We asked what was going on. She stated that there was road construction ahead. We told here of what just happened and she just kinda laughed and said those people in that town are kinda strange, but let it slide. So we actually started talking to here waiting for a line of traffic to come by from the opposite direction. We actually ended up talking to her for about 45 min to an hour, just shooting the sh*t. Kinda got lost in the convo. Not one single vehicle EVER approached from the other direction or behind us. Eventually she said: "Well I guess it's clear now and y'all can go ahead" and slowly turned the sign from stop to slow and motioned for us to go ahead. We went straight ahead; the only direction you could possibly go for the next 30 some odd miles and didn't see any signs of construction, state road workers, or maintenance going on at all. She had no vehicle we figured she was a flag woman dropped off by some crew up ahead. After the encounter with the town and this woman we had enough and called it quits. We turned on the interstate as soon as we found it and headed north and home. Every single one of us still remembers this whole encounter in vivid detail to this day. I asked my friend about it actually about 3 months ago at this wedding and it still freaks him out to no end.
When I was about 12, my mom and I were traveling cross country to move. We were staying the night in Missouri, at a typical roadside hotel next to an Applebee’s, so we went in for dinner. It was packed, despite us being one of only a couple guests at the hotel, so we sat up at the bar. We noticed something weird after a few seconds - every single person had a glass of milk in front of them. Even the dudes around the bar. Nothing else, just a tall glass of milk. Someone opened the fridge under the center bar and we saw just gallons of milk. The bartender took our dinner orders and brought each of us a glass of milk without us asking for anything to drink. It was so f*cking weird. My mom told me not to drink it.
On our way back to our room my mom stopped at the front desk and asked the woman working there, half-jokingly and half-concerned, why everyone drinks so much milk in this town. The woman said she had no idea what she was talking about and we just moved on. When we were putting our leftovers in the mini fridge up in our room, there were like ten mini-cartons of milk. No brand, just the word MILK in black lettering.
It was a weird place and I’ve never been able to figure it out.
Not the most interesting story, but I grew up in the middle of nowhere and some of my relatives lived a few minutes walk from my house up a hill and they had woods behind their houses. I used to explore the woods all the time. I knew the paths and places well. You couldn't go too far because there was a cliff and an incredibly deep lake beyond the cliff.
Anyway one day while walking I see an old log cabbin. It was a sitting in the middle of a field I had been to many times before. It was a bright and sunny day. The field was lit up in gold. The cabbin was very dark and strange. I felt like I shouldn't go near it because I knew it shouldn't have been there. I was very confused to suddenly see this cabbin which had never existed before.
I left the woods, but went back numerous times looking for the cabbin again. Never saw it again in my life. And I do know the location it was in, I wasn't lost. And again, there are only a few places you can go back in those woods since there is a cliff and a lake. It's not like miles and miles of woods before you reach the cliff.
I once went on holiday back to where my parents were born in India.
We have a family home that is outside a moderately sized town. It's very isolated. To get to our home, you'd have to drive out of town and then 10 minutes down a narrow road with steep drop-offs on each side that contained rice fields full of water.
My cousin and I were both around 13 years old and would spend the days bored out of our minds, causing trouble. We didn't have any other kids to play with as the home was so isolated, and we couldn't walk into town as it was too far. Sometimes, my parents or uncle would take us into town and buy us [toys]...
One day, we were messing about, and my uncle suggested we explore the local forest, which literally surrounded our house. I think we were annoying him...
We decided to walk in a straight line, as we thought this would be the easiest way to not get lost. It wasn't something we were worried about, as the forest wasn't that dense, and we could see the house as we began walking in.
Two things about India: it's blindingly hot and unbelievably humid. After an hour or so of exploring, we were tired and decided to head back. We just turned around and walked straight back the way we came. An hour later, however, we were not at the house. At this point, we were deliriously thirsty and hungry. We were spoiled kids and not used to this level of physical labor.
Another hour passed, and we still didn't arrive home. But we started hearing waves, like we were near a beach. My cousin was perplexed as there was no sea/river/lake near us. I just thought we must've gone really far, but was excited in my own way that beach must mean that there'll be other people there.
We eventually reached a clearing, and we were both open-mouthed at the beauty of the scene before us. There was a huge waterfall. If anyone has been to Plitvice in Croatia, it was a similar size. It was incredible. I didn't want to blink in case I missed a second of it. We were on the bank, and the waterfall was above us to the side. Next to us were mangoes falling off the trees, some green, others orange. The water looked so clear and cool. I can't describe it very well, but I'm quite well-traveled (been to over 20 countries), and I have never seen something so perfect.
We immediately ran to the river and drank, something we knew definitely never to do in India. This water, however, looked so clean and tasted fine. My cousin sliced up some mangoes, and we sat on the banks talking and chilling, content with being lost for a while.
As time dragged on, we again realized we needed to find home. My cousin suggested I climb a tall tree next to us, so I did. From the top, I could see a faint clearing that I assumed was our house. We walked all the way back and reached home about half an hour later. My uncle had been going [bonkers] with worry, thinking we had got lost. He was so happy we were back before my parents got home and rushed me to go shower.
When I came out, we excitedly told my uncle about our discovery of the waterfall and the mangoes. My uncle laughed and said there are no waterfalls or rivers in the area, and mangoes don't grow in this area. We assumed he was just ignorant and told our housekeeper about it. He also confirmed there were no streams/rivers/waterfalls in the area.
When I got home, I immediately checked Google Maps and couldn't find any body of water from the satellite view. I googled the area name and waterfall - nothing. I even called my cousin and asked him to recall what happened that date without me saying anything, and he confirmed everything.
I've been back once since then and haven't found the place despite doing everything in my power, including hiring other local people to check.
It was such an incredible, beautiful location that I'm sure if it was found, it would become a tourist area or a national park.
Hopefully, one day, someone will find it.
A place that appears to lost and weary travellers, so they may eat, drink and rest before moving on. It has no fixed location but waits in the ether for the next weary traveller to give assistance to
One time I was hiking around Arkansas with my wife and lost track of time. We ended up being too late for a camp spot at our intended place so we had to search for another one. Eventually we found a sort of ranch where the owners often let campers stay who had nowhere else to go, so all was good. It was a bit crowded with other campers so we had to ask these college-age kids if we could camp next to them on their spot and they agreed. The kids were nice and even helped with our tent but kept us up later than we wanted because they were loud and getting wasted well into the night.
Anyway, we wake up in the morning and I'm just eating breakfast and getting ready and stuff when out of my eye, I notice someone coming out of our neighbor's tent but I didn't recognize her. It was a woman who was much older than the kids from last night, followed by her small daughter. The college kids from last night weren't there but the actual stuff was the same. It was still their tent, their chairs, their car, same everything except for the people. It was really surreal; everything was literally the same about our neighbors except instead of them being 4 college kids, they had been replaced by an older family of 3.
I was relocating across Texas and, as I normally do, was driving through the night to skip traffic and because it’s more serene that way. I was driving straight through central Texas going northwest, so seeing the hill country change to desert in the full moon was super cool. Anyways, I was driving with my (now ex) wife and we were running low on gas. Luckily, we were pulling into a tiny no-name town and we could see an old gas station come around the bend. This encounter happened at about 2am.
Now, this town only has one road, and this station was right at the edge of town at the end of it. When I say old, I mean very old; the type that you have no option of prepaying, you simply flip up the handle on the machine and you hear the pump inside start struggling to get the gas from the reservoir. It had the old style tick readers too, not a thing electrical on it.
I, being the young man I was, had never seen one before, so I walked into the store to buy the gas before I pumped. The store only had one light in the far back on, and I almost thought it was closed since it was barely brighter inside than it was out in the moonlight. Upon entering, I saw the place was deserted; no customers, no workers, nothing. However, there was an odd tune playing on someone’s radio that I couldn’t place. An old sounding, upbeat piano piece was playing somewhere around the corner inside, and I heard shuffling once I walked closer to the source.
This place made me feel scared. Not the “woah this is creepy” scared, but the “all hairs are on end, something is seriously wrong here but I can’t figure it out” scared. As I turned the corner, I saw a young man standing next to a large radio and... dancing. His dancing, though, was extremely off-putting and seriously didn’t match the tune at all.
Though the radio was cranking out what sounding like ragtime, this guy was running his hands up and down his body and pretty much “feeling himself” with his eyes closed in what looked like bliss. He was going far slower than the music and definitely wasn’t on tempo. For some reason, I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even move. I was in a trance as every part of me screamed to turn and leave.
Finally, I said “excuse me, I just need some gas.”
The guy kept dancing.
I said it a little louder, and he finally slowed down a bit and opened his eyes, and focused on me. But it was like he was looking at a finely cooked steak. He was looking almost through me, and silently walked to the register, not saying anything. I said “uh, just $20 please.” He, again, didn’t say anything and just stood behind the ancient register, so I just figured maybe he didn’t speak the language or was embarrassed I caught him dancing, so I laid the money on the counter and went outside hoping he’d turn on the pump.
I filled up, told my wife about the weird ass scene in there, and turned off the pump to kill the horrible grinding noise from the interior pump fighting against gravity to get the gas up.
Weird thing is, when we were leaving, I looked back in the window and the guy was still standing there behind the counter. This may sound fine, but my money was still on the counter in front of him. It was like he was a robot who just turned off once I left.
This is where it gets super weird. A couple months later, I was driving back to San Antonio to visit family, and we figured we’d stop at that old gas station to see it in the daytime since it had become somewhat of a running joke between us. We pulled into this tiny town, and... the thing was gone. The lot it sat on at the end of the road wasn’t even there. It was just grass. No rubble, no old pump, no lighting, nothing. It was like somebody picked it up and moved it. It looked like nothing had been there for years.
Still get freaked out thinking about it.
He dances and it hypnotizes the watcher. The watcher joins the dance and when they touch the dancer kills the watcher and takes the body into the back office to do what he does with the bodies of his victims. Sometimes the watcher does not dance, and so he cannot interact with them at all. Each victim that escapes, he gets weaker and all he can do is stand there and stare. So it is with the serial killers prison
Well, this is a happy unexplained story, rather than a creepy one. It happened when I was in high school, circa 1999, back before I had a cell phone, and certainly before I had a smart phone. I wish I could have taken a picture. But part of me feels like maybe I somehow wouldn't have been "allowed" to have this experience if I had had a camera with me.
I was walking my dog in some woods near my house. I was pretty familiar with them, as my dog and I went there often.
One day, I came to an enormous clearing that I had never seen before, like a giant field, smack in the middle of the woods, and it was entirely blanketed with yellow daffodils. Thousands and thousands of them. My dog loved it and romped and frolicked in the daffodils as I took in the beauty and felt completely awed, like I was witnessing something magical. No one else was around, and it felt really special, like the experience was just for me.
I went back the next day. I searched and searched, but I could not find that clearing, nor a single daffodil.
It was a dog's wish. Your dog summoned it into existence just to play in and enjoy
When i went on a road trip to see my family in Texas, i stopped at a gas station to fill up and get some coffee as it was about 2am. I went inside, and there was a man at the counter smiling as normal. They didn’t sell coffee, surprisingly, so i settled with an energy drink. I exited the store, got into my car, and drove off as you normally would. As soon as i left the parking lot of the dimly lit gas station, my gas tank was back on low, my energy drink was gone, as if it vanished out of the cup holder, and when i looked into my rear view mirror there was no gas station. I turned around and all there was was Texas land. I still have no clue what happened to this day
10 years ago, my friend and I were bored one night and were driving around. We were on a highway in NJ about 30 minutes from our houses and through the trees in the middle of no where we see this beautiful freshly paved cement pathway with lampposts every 100 feet just lighting this pathway up. It was beckoning to us...and so we found the nearest exit. We drove around for a while through darkness until the road came to a dead end and the path began. We got out and started walking on this path through the trees and these beautiful wide open fields until eventually it ends at a little small town after a couple miles. At this point its like 2am and a small town like this nothing should be open except for this pizzeria....which is odd...so we go in. It is empty except for the older gentleman behind the counter. We order and start eating...then another older customer walks in.
The gentleman behind the counter and this customer do a double take at each other and then smile. Both of them run around the counter and embrace......"Mario!" "Stefano!" "What has it been 40 years?" "They talk the whole time about their childhood and growing up back in Italy. We think what are the chances we would be here..at this moment....seeing friends reunited after 40 years, just plain, odd. My friend and I, we finish up and we head back down the brightly lit path and back to the car and call it a night. Ever since that night my friend and I tried to find that brightly lit path, but to no avail we haven't seen it since from the highway or driving down that road. In the small town the pizzeria is there, but it closes at 10pm, so no explanation why it would be open at 2am. Just plain odd and something we never could explain, experiencing an unlikely moment to watch friends be reunited after 40 years.
Welcome to the nicer side of purgatory. Where best friends and loved ones wait for the person they miss the most before moving on to their afterlife together
I went to an all-girls Catholic school. It's a very big school (around 2,000 students K-12) is located on top of a mountain and surrounded by some sort of forest. When I was in 2nd grade, around 8 years old, my friends and I liked walking around and exploring different places in school, the woods nearby (which was off-limits), the pond, and other school buildings and facilities.
One day, my friends and I stumbled upon an area that looked like a series of tombs, there were maybe 20+ tombs in there, some open, some closed. We don't know how we got there, but we were curious little sh*ts, so we went closer to see. As we got closer to the tombs, an old man holding a broom came out of nowhere and surprised us. He said he's the caretaker of the place and that's where the old nuns of the school were laid to rest. After that, he told us that we shouldn't be there and not to come back. So we left.
Now comes the weird part. After leaving the area, my friends and I found ourselves in an unfamiliar place. Seems like we were lost. We were getting nervous, but just decided to keep walking until we find someplace familiar. We walked for, like, 10 minutes, then one of us saw one of the school buildings, which made it easy for us to get back to our classroom. Turns out, we have been gone for 4 hours and the school guards and teachers have been looking for us. As we explained to them that we just walked around and saw the tombs, the teachers and school guards gave us weird looks and said there's no such place.
It might just be the teachers and guards hiding it from students... I suppose....
Driving in rural areas in New England, near the borders of Vermont and Mass, so I am not sure which one I was in. It was late... Well OK, so late it was actually early. And there was fog, dense dense fog. Like Silent Hill levels of fog. And like an idiot who dies in the opening scene of a horror movie, I am driving on back roads. First my headlight just up and goes out, cannot use high beams because of fog. I am in the middle of no where, I haven't seen a house or town in a long time. Car starts making noise, check engine light comes on. So I pull over nothing much around field and fog and dark. Creepy as hell. I gamely look at the engine, I can fix electronics, not engines. I tighten all the things I know.
Car now won't start. So I am in the dark, in the middle of no where, on the side of the road. Because of the natural rules of how things work, my cell phone has no service as well. It is like one big cliche. But I am not stupid enough to go wandering the roads right now. So I recline my seat and decide to take a nap for a couple hours until the sun comes up.
I wake up, the sun is coming up, the fog is going away... and I am in on the main street of a tiny town, parked in front of what looks like the Bates Motel house. Houses everywhere. It was the the creepiest feeling. I was sure in off in the woods. There was not a light on in any house all night? There was a service station 50 yards up the road, I walked up to it, talked to the guy (who looked perfectly normal), he walked over to look at the car, asked me to try to start it.... and it did. F*cking thing turned over right away. And... BOTH headlights were working.
I drove on, never got the name of the little village, and I couldn't find it on a map. I always felt like I was in this big set up for a horror movie that just didn't pan out.
Memory Town. As long as someone remembers the town, it will exist. When it starts to fade, it becomes a mist, It causes anyone to pass through to get momentarily stranded and appears so that person can remember the town. The cycle repeats when the person no longer remembers the town
I was studying abroad in Italy my freshman year of college, and of group of friends and I were trying to find this bus station in Rome. We went to where Google Maps led us, and the building looked like it was an office building, of some sort. So we’re thinking, y’know, “Okay, maybe it’s in the basement.”
So we go into this building and get into the elevator, and there’s no button for the basement, so we’re like, okaaayyy, maybe if we go to the top floor we’ll be able to have the vantage point to see the bus station from where we are.
So we go to the top floor and walk out, and we’re greeted by this woman who’s standing behind the counter at what appears to be a Chinese restaurant. So we go in, and there’s like, her, and a couple of kids playing on the floor near her. And we look around, and the windows are totally blacked out. And this woman looks at us and, in a super thick Russian accent says in English, “What are you doing here?”
So by this time two of us are sufficiently freaked out, but the fearless one in our group goes, “We’re trying to find the bus station. Do you know where it is?”
And the woman answers, “It’s in the basement.”
And my friend says, “Well, there’s no button for the basement in the elevator.”
And the woman says, “No, you have to take the stairs.”
So we thank her and leave super fast, go down the stairs pretty quickly, find the station and get on our bus. And for whatever reason, as we’re pulling away, all of us decide to look out the rear window of the bus and see if we can spot the building. But it’s not there. Just a regular old bus station.
To this day we all maintain that we were in the twilight zone.
When I was 7 (all potential credibility has just been abandoned, I'm sure) I rode my bike into a tunnel under a two lane road, when I emerged I was in a desert. The path was still there, it went straight off into the desert. The were a few cactus plants, it was hot and sunny. I quickly turned around in went back through the tunnel and emerged into my own home town park where it was late afternoon with lots of west coast trees and it was November. I looked through the tunnel and could see the other side of the park with no cactus, just normal trees
I've never had anything really spooky happen to me. However, I did find a sweets shop that didn't seem to exist. In college, I ended up in the next town over for a year. I knew almost nothing of this tow. Probably sprang up in the early 40s as most of the buildings had that sort of architecture.
I was exploring the town, got a bit lost and ended up at this sweets shop. They did cookies, cakes and chocolates. I got a couple dozen of those little butter cookies that disintegrate when you put em in your mouth. Asked how to get back to the main road(presmart phone era) and thanked them. Said I'd be back.
Tried to find the place later. Never could. Asked others directions. I was told repeatedly there was no shop like that. It must have been the best damn kept secret in that town.
Sounds like a pleasant surprise. Maybe like the waterfall one above, a rest stop for lost travellers to rest and find their way.
My friends and I saw saw something very scary while camping. All of us forgot to bring matches, so my friend went looking for people to give us some. When he cane back, he told us he found this abandoned campsite he wanted to show us. When we got there it was seriously weird. It had obviously been a family staying there, since one of the tents had two girls names labeled on it. If they left the campsite, they did so in a hurry, since several items were left behind. The creepiest thing was every tent there was slashed open down the middle from top to bottom. If it was a bear or other animal, I thought the cuts wouldn’t have been as clean, and there might of been three slash marks instead of one. I’m very glad we left that day. EDIT: So I see a few of you have questions. I am currently driving to another city, but I will provide more details as soon as I’m available.
EDIT 2: Made it to my destination, here are some answers to your questions
This was at Dinkey Creek in California.
Things left behind (besides the tents) were a chair, and some cookware. There were also toiletries inside the tents.
No one has been missing in that area since 2008, and our trip was in 2014.
I don’t believe we reported it. I think we were going to report it to the park ranger or something, but we never did.
I actually misspoke, as we left the day after the campsite was found. The friend that found it took us to it the next day.
We did find matches! Some random stranger gave them to my friend after he explained that we didn’t forget, we just were all depending on each other to bring them.
Should've reported it, just because no one was reported missing since 2008 THERE, doesn't mean they weren't "missing." they could've been passing through and decided last minute to stop. Sad.
One night in rural Georgia I found what seemed like an alternate reality. It wasn’t creepy at the time, but over the years I’ve started to get creeped out by how unusual that night was.
It was late at night and I was driving home from the Atlanta Airport. Along the way I got hungry and decided to pull off at an exit that had a Waffle House. I don’t even remember the name on the exit or what town this was in, but it was in western Georgia, maybe an hour or so from Atlanta.
For those that don’t know, nearly every Waffle House is the same. Same building set up, same menu, same food, and even the servers all seem cut from the same cloth. They’re no-nonsense people, and often seem a little rough around the edges (in a good way). Waffle House is a reassuring constant in an ever changing world.
But not this Waffle House. You could tell the difference from the moment you pull into the parking lot. The building was bigger than usual, mostly windows, and lit up the area like a beacon. I go inside what can only be described as the cleanest Waffle House I’ve ever seen, it practically glowed. Instead of just booths along the wall they had actual dining tables, and the kitchen was behind a wall (normally you can watch the cooks prepare the food just feet from the booth). There didn’t seem to be any other customers either, which is practically unheard of. Everyone goes to Waffle House, especially late at night after drinking. An attractive and incredibly pleasant woman bustled up and took my order, but otherwise left me alone in this bright restaurant that should have been filling up with people.
She brought back my order, and it was probably the best damn waffle I’ve ever had. I finished eating, paid, then got back on the road home. To this day I haven’t met anyone else that knows about the mythical shining Waffle House on a hill, and am pretty sure it was something out of an alternate universe.
The Guardian Snare. A place that entices you in and keeps you there for as long as it is necessary. Why? Because if you carried on without stopping you would have been killed in an accident caused by a tired lorry driver or a faulty railroad crossing
20 some odd years ago, I took my kids and parents on a driving trip through the Eastern Coast of Canada.
My dad (who was currently driving) decided to take this ‘short cut’ off the main highway down a dirt road.
About 5 minutes down this road, things go eerily quiet. We should be able to hear birds, the trees rustling, cicadas, yet nothing. It was too quiet. Dad starts slowing down.
I am busy looking at the map. I know where we turned off and there was no designated road on our map. I’m worried that I can’t find it.
I look up from the map as I have realized, nobody is talking. Everyone is looking out their windows. There are little stick people and stick designs hanging from the trees. Some are just shapes and others are more intricately made. Dangling, swaying slowly.
Between this and the fact that it was dead quiet, I made an instant decision and told dad to turn around and leave as quickly as possible.
I felt a huge pressure in my ears, like they needed to be popped. Mom had goosebumps and my dad said we were just being silly. He obliged and got us out of there.
Driving down to Florida through rural Georgia, my husband and I were hungry and needed to go to the bathroom. I have no idea where we were, but it was one of those long stretches of absolutely nothing that you come across in the southeast sometimes, so we were glad when we saw a gas station at an exit. If I remember correctly, it was the only thing there. We got out of the car and noticed that there were a LOT of people in the parking lot, not doing anything, just parked around the edges of the building talking and letting little kids run around, but they didn't seem to be part of a traveling group, if that makes sense. They just seemed to be hanging out. We got a very weird vibe, because they all seemed to look at us as we got out of the car and went inside. No one was inside the store at all, so we went to the bathroom and were looking at the food for sale when everyone, and I mean everyone that had been outside poured into the building all at once. Even though we were hungry, we got weirded out and left without buying anything. To this day I have no idea where we were and why that one gas station was the only building in the middle of nowhere.
I later described it as feeling like one of those places in a movie where people wander into a place, and get chased through the woods and eventually eaten by the townspeople.
I've seen this happen before! Someone turned up and the place was not open yet and told the next person that arrived. They then told the next people to arrive and so on. Eventually someone arrives and goes in breaking the spell and making everyone realize just how long they had all been chatting and not paying attention to the time and not noticing the place was now open
By my hometown there was a hiking trail that people went to very infrequently. It was along the side of the Niagara Escarpment so it had some climbable cliffs, and some very shallow caves that you could crawl around on.
I went with some friends when I was 19/20 and we were crawling around and found a cave that went pretty deep. We had never been in there before, had never even seen it before. So we pushed forward and decided to check it out even though we had no flashlights and this was when cellphones didn't really have a flashlight function.
We stepped into the cave and it was easily 20-30 degrees cooler than outside. Upon looking around with which light we had we noticed it was really clean inside the cave, as in it didn't have beer cans littered everywhere like all the other small caves did. While in there we got a really eerie feeling after being in there shortly... hearing weird and strange things. Feeling like we were being touched, poked and pulled and not having anyway to figure out who was doing it because it was too dark. We were just using lighters to see what was around us.
We were convinced one of us was messing with the others. Although anytime we sparked up a lighter, we were all decently far apart.
We decided to high-tail it out of there after only a few minutes, convinced to come back with flashlights. We came out to see that it was now dusk outside, when we entered it was mid-day. Somehow we had lost roughly 3 hours inside of this cave.
We went with back with flashlights the next week. But have never been able to find this cave again
Edit: Got 8pms asking where this is.
It is in Wisconsin, Oakfield ledge if you want to check it out!
Have you ever seen a film called Time Trap? Sounds like a smaller version
When I was a kid I went exploring in these pine woods behind my house. We live on a farm so there’s paddocks in front of our house and pine woods behind us. I wandered off for a bit before realising I was lost. Started to get worried as couldn’t get my bearings. I explored those woods all the time and knew them well and I hadn’t been walking that long so I knew I wasn’t too far in. Yet I was surrounded by trees that weren’t even pine. Which was impossible because it’s a pine forest. Never once had I ever seen a tree that wasn’t pine in that forest, or the surrounding forest. Started to get dark and I started crying and just ran fumbling through the way I had came hoping to find my way back. I then stumbled upon this clearing. Flat ground, near perfect circle. Felt really weird. There were these bushes at the edge of the clearing so I climbed through them. Once I got out I realised I was standing behind the chicken coup right near my house. Ran home and got yelled at by Mum for being out so late. Next day went to check behind chicken coup. No bushes, no clearing- just pine trees. That place just disappeared. Even through my teen years I still wandered off hoping to find that place to prove I wasn’t crazy. Never did.
I was staying at a friends place in the financial district in NYC. They were out of town so I was babysitting their cat. At some point in the late evening I realized I hadn’t eaten dinner so I went out to find something fast. Hurricane sandy had recently come through so many shops and restaurants were still closed and in recovery mode so my search turned up nothing of interest. On my way back to the apartment to order delivery I walked by a place with a woman standing outside and she said “Free pizza.”
Now I’m not one to ever turn away from those words so I turned to her and she repeated the phrase while opening the door to a small pizzeria. I went inside and sure enough there was free pizza. I ended up getting two large slices and headed back home for the night, stopping to give one to the doorman at the apartment complex.
The next day I walked the entirety of the financial district and found absolutely no trace of this pizzeria. To this day I still call it my ghost pizza story.
About 6 yers back my mom my brother and me took a road trip from SoCal to Seattle. We stopped at s couple places a long the way to make it a long trip. The way back were driving through Oregon and it starts snowing. It’s about midnight so we decide to get a room spend the night and head out back in the morning. We see this really ugly sign off the freeway saying hotel next exit so I take the exit and head up. It goes up a hill and back down and it’s just a huge clearing. Small little motel there’s cars there looks full. It’s like a bunch of bungalows all closed off and split into rooms. The cars all are parked in front of the rooms except like 1 room. I go up to the middle bungalow door where it says office I walk in, some guy come out the back and he was obviously sleeping and I had woke him up. I ask for a room and he says “hold on man let me handle something in the back real quick” the guy lets out this massive gnarly fart. Stars low and ends high. Pretty sure he had to wipe after that one. I start laughing and he walks back in and gets mad I’m laughing. Gives me the key and my mom and bro all go to the room for the night. Next morning it’s about 7 am and we hear people outside the room. It’s loud and a lot of people. I look out the window and no one is there. Not a single person but we can still hear them. We got ready and left at about 7:30 in the morning. We can still hear people but still don’t see anyone. We walk outside and it’s nothing but old cars parked there. Rusted out, some sitting in cinder blocks, some no windows. I go to the office and a different guy than the gnarly fart guy is there. He keeps asking if we’re sure we don’t want to stay another night. I say no and we get in the car and remembered we saw a McDonald’s like an exit or 2 back. So we backtrack get breakfast and we start heading back home. On the way back we pass a sign that says no facilities next 20 mikes or something like that. We don’t see the bootleg sign we had seen the night before. After that we made sure we only stayed at big motels off the freeway.
Wish it had happened in California cuz the we could say you found Hotel California.
Many years ago, my family and I moved from California to Nebraska. I was still a young kid, probably 5-6 years old. We were driving through Nevada and shortly after Las Vegas and we needed to stop and fuel up. We stopped at your typical old school gas station that rings when you pull up to the pump. I don't remember it that well but my dad told me it looked normal. He got out to stretch while my mom went inside to pay for gas. My mom said that when she walked in, the gas station had quite a few people inside(despite us being the only car there.) When she walked up to the counter to pay for gas, everyone turned to her and the lights went out. She ran outside where my dad witnessed everything and helped her into the car and we sped off down the interstate, not caring whether we ran out of gas or not. To this day, my mom says that's one of her scariest encounters because she can't explain nor figure out exactly what was going on. And yes, we found a better gas station down the road and made it to Nebraska.
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The only this this has taught me is to never stop in rural towns in the middle of the US. Especially Texas and the surrounding areas
I love this kind of stuff. The more I read the more I'm convinced of maybe an alternate universe or something. Like a glitch in the matrix if you will.
When I was a kid, I played in the forest. There was a creek where we had a natural "slip n slide" and tons of fossils to dig up. One day, I went for a walk alone, farther than I had before. I found a huge field, full of daisies. It was beautiful! And it was the 70s, so no phone to snap a photo. I laid down and had a nap in the daisies. I could never find the field again. I've gone back numerous times. It's not there. Such a significant memory, I had a daisy tattood on my toe!
I also have a story that is rather strange than creepy, but I think it's still interesting. It happened about 2 months ago, on a pleasant summer afternoon. My husband and me were walking our dog in the town we live in, just a few streets from our home. We frequently walk that route and almost every house has a dog or more. Our dog usually checks out 3-4 of his dog mates on our way. At the beginning of the street there are 3 german shepherds that always bark at us, but not on that day. As we walk further, no other dogs are to be seen. Not a single one. Unusual silence. Not just the lack of barking, but also lack of any other noise. These are at least 15 dogs that we know on that road, and not one shows up.We start discussing this with my husband and try to figure out the reasons when we also notice that not a single car passed us. It's not an very busy street, but usually has a bit of traffic as it connects two of the town's main roads. Nothing. No people to be seen. It was very strange
Hey I would be super grateful if someone could link the original Reddit thread I can’t seem to find it Edit: Thanks everyone!
This isn't on a grand scale but this happened to me a couple days ago. I have a friend whose house I've been to a few times. To get to his bathroom you have to pass some cupboard doors built into one half of a white panel wall. I've always thought it was weird to have the random space there next to the doors. Anyway, recently he mentioned having three bedrooms and I was like 'where?' because I knew there were only three doors upstairs - two bedrooms and the bathroom. Well, this weekend I went over. That big random space? It's not. There's a door to the third bedroom. Somehow I managed to completely miss an entire door every time I've been there.
Continued.., Covered with sheets that were very dusty as though it had been covered for a long time unattended, I disturbed. The interior of the house looked very old the furniture was very large antique pieces. I told my partner let's go something isn't right about this. It just felt very creepy. We knocked on neighbours door and explained who we were looking for they said no there is no couple living there no 1 has lived there for years. We asked if they knew about the coffee shop in town and they looked at us like we were mad. We explained about the dog and verified if this neighbour actually knew the town or area and they said yes but there is no elderly couple running any such shop with a dog? We drove back to Melbourne and could never find the street or the shop again despite physically driving back there. I can't remember what it was called I tried with my current partner but we couldn't find it. It is where the large wind turbines are you can go look at them.
This is in about 90% of these very well written, creative writing assignments: “ Luckily, we were pulling into a tiny no-name town and we could see an old gas station come around the bend…” 🤣
Continued... they told us their names and their address and asked us to come by later that day for dinner they would show us the farm as I loved animals. We are, thanked them, pat the dog and we left to look around the town. When it got to around 6.00pm as we had agreed we went to their property. As we pulled in, it seemed a bit off I couldn't say why something just felt odd. There was no sign of their car or vehicles of any sort. We got out walked up to the house which was a lovely old farm house but all over the front porch were dead bats. My partner wanted to look further so hesitantly we walked down the driveway expecting the couple to notice someone was on their property. Nothing. We went into the back area that opened out to land a few sheds and fenced off areas where animals would be kept. No sign of farm animals no sign of the German Shepard. There was a swing hanging from a large tree. We walked back to porch and looked in the windows but all the furniture was covere
I remember driving to Gippsland in Victoria Australia on a day trip. We stopped at a little coffee shop that was on a little street with not more than 5 buildings and across the road were old style houses. We said hello to the lady behind the counter she was an older lady and we made small talk. Her husband introduced himself and we were talking about their elderly German Shepard dog and the fact he was very old and they were considering euthenazing him when the time comes as he had not been well. They asked where we were from and if we had pets. We talked about our dogs. As I looked out the window I saw a little Tenterfield Terrier running up the street it caught my attention as I literally thought it was my dog. I pointed it out to my then ex partner he couldn't believe it either. The food they served was like what your grandma would give you it was very nice but not trendy or professional. They sold cheese that they farmed on their property located in the township.
The outer fringes of our current understanding of physics seems to allow for alternate realities. Possible folks are getting to the edges and slipping through? I know that I have felt I have leapt to a 99.99% similar existence, with a few mostly unimportant details not adding up.
When did you feel this happen and what details don't add up?
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A few friends and I went to the Martha Washington Mansion in Seattle as it was said to be haunted. It was rumored to be a girl's school until some of the girls either died by their own hands in a suicide pact or a mad man broke in and stabbed several of the girls to death. After the school was closed, people would break in to have parties and even a Satanic cult used it for ceremonies. One weekend, several teens had to be rescued from the wing where the deaths occurred. A fire broke out but there was no indication that the kids had anything to start a fire. A week later, and the city had enough of the problems. They levelled the mansion. It is now a bare lot on the shores of Lake Washington.
When I was a kid, I used to go to a community pool, walking from my house. Behind the elementary school I went to I discovered a path that cut miles off getting to the pool. One day I decided to explore the woods off the path and discovered an abandoned house. went inside, lots of old furniture and things, really great find. A lot of the time, on the way to the pool, I would go by the house. The house never seemed to age, nor did it seem to be any more broken down. By the time I was 12, they had moved the pool to a different area of town. Around 14, I used the cut through to visit a friend and wet to check on the house, except there was no house. Did a lot of research on the area (family was there from the time it first was settled) and never found anyone who even knew anything about the house. Weird
Middle America is the twilight zone. Don’t believe me? Drive through any of those states at night; you will wonder what just happened.
I live in middle America, and no, I don't believe you.
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Many years ago after work, my friend & I left Texas gulf coast to drive to NOLA for Mardi Gras. It was very late at night & foggy. We were tired from work & stopped at this hole-in-the-wall diner in the middle of nowhere. We walked in and & the place was dark, gloomy, very old and decrepit. It was full of people dressed in very dingy, antique clothes who didn't say a word and just silently stared at us. It creeped us out and we turned around & got the heck out of there. I can still see that ancient room in my mind's eye.
It's never happened to me, but I read an account of a young couple in my previous city who stayed overnight at a motel out on the TransCanada leading out to Banff, as the weather had gotten bad and they didn't want to drive at night in a blizzard. They left early the next morning thinking nothing of it, but a few days later they drove past the same site coming back and saw nothing there but a few foundations poking through the snow. No buildings at all. This happened in the early 70s.
Any given hospital chapel. I swear you can feel the grief and anger in the air no matter what the size, type, etc.
I think most of these stories are fake. A lot of them are about 2 am and in dark woods or lonely roads. Why would anyone be dumb enough to drive that late at night? People get tired because it's been a long day and darkness makes your senses think it's time to sleep. Also most of these places disappear without a trace.
The only this this has taught me is to never stop in rural towns in the middle of the US. Especially Texas and the surrounding areas
I love this kind of stuff. The more I read the more I'm convinced of maybe an alternate universe or something. Like a glitch in the matrix if you will.
When I was a kid, I played in the forest. There was a creek where we had a natural "slip n slide" and tons of fossils to dig up. One day, I went for a walk alone, farther than I had before. I found a huge field, full of daisies. It was beautiful! And it was the 70s, so no phone to snap a photo. I laid down and had a nap in the daisies. I could never find the field again. I've gone back numerous times. It's not there. Such a significant memory, I had a daisy tattood on my toe!
I also have a story that is rather strange than creepy, but I think it's still interesting. It happened about 2 months ago, on a pleasant summer afternoon. My husband and me were walking our dog in the town we live in, just a few streets from our home. We frequently walk that route and almost every house has a dog or more. Our dog usually checks out 3-4 of his dog mates on our way. At the beginning of the street there are 3 german shepherds that always bark at us, but not on that day. As we walk further, no other dogs are to be seen. Not a single one. Unusual silence. Not just the lack of barking, but also lack of any other noise. These are at least 15 dogs that we know on that road, and not one shows up.We start discussing this with my husband and try to figure out the reasons when we also notice that not a single car passed us. It's not an very busy street, but usually has a bit of traffic as it connects two of the town's main roads. Nothing. No people to be seen. It was very strange
Hey I would be super grateful if someone could link the original Reddit thread I can’t seem to find it Edit: Thanks everyone!
This isn't on a grand scale but this happened to me a couple days ago. I have a friend whose house I've been to a few times. To get to his bathroom you have to pass some cupboard doors built into one half of a white panel wall. I've always thought it was weird to have the random space there next to the doors. Anyway, recently he mentioned having three bedrooms and I was like 'where?' because I knew there were only three doors upstairs - two bedrooms and the bathroom. Well, this weekend I went over. That big random space? It's not. There's a door to the third bedroom. Somehow I managed to completely miss an entire door every time I've been there.
Continued.., Covered with sheets that were very dusty as though it had been covered for a long time unattended, I disturbed. The interior of the house looked very old the furniture was very large antique pieces. I told my partner let's go something isn't right about this. It just felt very creepy. We knocked on neighbours door and explained who we were looking for they said no there is no couple living there no 1 has lived there for years. We asked if they knew about the coffee shop in town and they looked at us like we were mad. We explained about the dog and verified if this neighbour actually knew the town or area and they said yes but there is no elderly couple running any such shop with a dog? We drove back to Melbourne and could never find the street or the shop again despite physically driving back there. I can't remember what it was called I tried with my current partner but we couldn't find it. It is where the large wind turbines are you can go look at them.
This is in about 90% of these very well written, creative writing assignments: “ Luckily, we were pulling into a tiny no-name town and we could see an old gas station come around the bend…” 🤣
Continued... they told us their names and their address and asked us to come by later that day for dinner they would show us the farm as I loved animals. We are, thanked them, pat the dog and we left to look around the town. When it got to around 6.00pm as we had agreed we went to their property. As we pulled in, it seemed a bit off I couldn't say why something just felt odd. There was no sign of their car or vehicles of any sort. We got out walked up to the house which was a lovely old farm house but all over the front porch were dead bats. My partner wanted to look further so hesitantly we walked down the driveway expecting the couple to notice someone was on their property. Nothing. We went into the back area that opened out to land a few sheds and fenced off areas where animals would be kept. No sign of farm animals no sign of the German Shepard. There was a swing hanging from a large tree. We walked back to porch and looked in the windows but all the furniture was covere
I remember driving to Gippsland in Victoria Australia on a day trip. We stopped at a little coffee shop that was on a little street with not more than 5 buildings and across the road were old style houses. We said hello to the lady behind the counter she was an older lady and we made small talk. Her husband introduced himself and we were talking about their elderly German Shepard dog and the fact he was very old and they were considering euthenazing him when the time comes as he had not been well. They asked where we were from and if we had pets. We talked about our dogs. As I looked out the window I saw a little Tenterfield Terrier running up the street it caught my attention as I literally thought it was my dog. I pointed it out to my then ex partner he couldn't believe it either. The food they served was like what your grandma would give you it was very nice but not trendy or professional. They sold cheese that they farmed on their property located in the township.
The outer fringes of our current understanding of physics seems to allow for alternate realities. Possible folks are getting to the edges and slipping through? I know that I have felt I have leapt to a 99.99% similar existence, with a few mostly unimportant details not adding up.
When did you feel this happen and what details don't add up?
Load More Replies... A few friends and I went to the Martha Washington Mansion in Seattle as it was said to be haunted. It was rumored to be a girl's school until some of the girls either died by their own hands in a suicide pact or a mad man broke in and stabbed several of the girls to death. After the school was closed, people would break in to have parties and even a Satanic cult used it for ceremonies. One weekend, several teens had to be rescued from the wing where the deaths occurred. A fire broke out but there was no indication that the kids had anything to start a fire. A week later, and the city had enough of the problems. They levelled the mansion. It is now a bare lot on the shores of Lake Washington.
When I was a kid, I used to go to a community pool, walking from my house. Behind the elementary school I went to I discovered a path that cut miles off getting to the pool. One day I decided to explore the woods off the path and discovered an abandoned house. went inside, lots of old furniture and things, really great find. A lot of the time, on the way to the pool, I would go by the house. The house never seemed to age, nor did it seem to be any more broken down. By the time I was 12, they had moved the pool to a different area of town. Around 14, I used the cut through to visit a friend and wet to check on the house, except there was no house. Did a lot of research on the area (family was there from the time it first was settled) and never found anyone who even knew anything about the house. Weird
Middle America is the twilight zone. Don’t believe me? Drive through any of those states at night; you will wonder what just happened.
I live in middle America, and no, I don't believe you.
Load More Replies... Many years ago after work, my friend & I left Texas gulf coast to drive to NOLA for Mardi Gras. It was very late at night & foggy. We were tired from work & stopped at this hole-in-the-wall diner in the middle of nowhere. We walked in and & the place was dark, gloomy, very old and decrepit. It was full of people dressed in very dingy, antique clothes who didn't say a word and just silently stared at us. It creeped us out and we turned around & got the heck out of there. I can still see that ancient room in my mind's eye.
It's never happened to me, but I read an account of a young couple in my previous city who stayed overnight at a motel out on the TransCanada leading out to Banff, as the weather had gotten bad and they didn't want to drive at night in a blizzard. They left early the next morning thinking nothing of it, but a few days later they drove past the same site coming back and saw nothing there but a few foundations poking through the snow. No buildings at all. This happened in the early 70s.
Any given hospital chapel. I swear you can feel the grief and anger in the air no matter what the size, type, etc.
I think most of these stories are fake. A lot of them are about 2 am and in dark woods or lonely roads. Why would anyone be dumb enough to drive that late at night? People get tired because it's been a long day and darkness makes your senses think it's time to sleep. Also most of these places disappear without a trace.
