“Nutty Putty Cave”: 35 People Share Stories From Real Life That Have Freaked Them Out The Most
"Life is stranger than fiction," people say. And sometimes, it really is true. Have you ever had an experience so weird you still can't explain it to this day? And what about stories from other people about folks who went through things so crazy they're still stuck in your head many years later?
Can't think of any? We're here to help, then! We've gathered the wildest stories people shared from a thread where one netizen asked: "What is the creepiest real-life story you know that still sends chills down your spine?"
Some people went for morbid stories from their personal lives, others shared wider-known terrifying stories that still give them nightmares. But which ones do you think are the scariest?
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There are people who vote to take basic rights away from other people. They vote to take food out of the mouths of hungry children. They vote to give infinite power to evil people. They think that their 4th vacation home is more important than clean water and air. They think that women exist to obey, breed, and serve while keeping their mouths shut. They aid and collude in holocausts. They indoctrinate others to think and vote this way as well. And they do it right out in the open, in front of everybody. They claim they’re following their religion, but I don’t think they actually read that book.
Hello, Ms. Glim. Thank you for your posting. I (F70) am going through something right now that I couldn't ever have imagined. I live in an "Over 55" community of 64 apartments in a small rural town in NW Georgia, USA. 84% are women. "Christian" women. I'm not. They are banding together to harass me in hopes I will move out. I won't. One of them has even gone so far as to ask me, via my RING doorbell camera (which I got because of their harrassment), "How long since YOU'VE prayed?" I've got the management company & the Chief of Police involved (one of them has threatened me on camera) as well as hiring an attorney. The more I stand my ground the more their activity escalates. I just want to be left alone. It is bizarre ... and heartbreaking!
Load More Replies...This is the scariest on the list. Scariest part is how we now expect Trump to be outrageously dangerous. That we're not longer surprised by him buddying up people who will go down in history as genocidal war criminals.
That big beautiful funeral can't be too far off now.
Load More Replies...Taking away decent education so the sheep will stay in line and not ask questions
Charles Dickiens wrote about this in the 1800s. And no, they probably haven't read history books, let alone the bible or other holy books.
It only took Genesis for me. God blamed Eve when she couldn't possibly have known eating from the Tree was wrong until AFTER she did it. Even that wasn't enough for God to kick them out of Eden. It was the other gods saying, "Better evict them before they eat from the Tree of Life and become like us."
Load More Replies...Only 4 homes? Folks like Oprah, Trump, Bezos, etc have at least a dozen.
You don't have to follow any religion. Just be a good person and be kind to others. Simple.
Again point proven ,that religion is all a vile cult ,to control people !, the bible is the biggest work of fiction going !, they truly are the worst people going
I was 16 at the time and I had barely just got my license. I had a friend in school, a girl who most considered "boy crazy" but to my disappointment she wasn't interested in me. Typical popular good looking girl who was into jocks and I was the nerdiest kid in the class but we were very close and she would tell me all her struggles and then delete the messages. Mostly because the guys she liked were very possessive.
In the dead of night in the winter I got a call from her. This was very unusual. Mostly the calling but also it was a school night and it was very late. She was speaking in a hushed shaking voice and asked me to come pick her up, I knew something was wrong but she had to hang up after giving me the address. This was before gps and I barely knew how to get to school but I printed out a MapQuest route to her boyfriend's house in a different city. She asked me to bring her clothes, specifically shirt underwear and some sweats. I pushed my car out of the driveway and coasted until I was sure my parents couldn't hear it. I got to the house and she came out obviously trying to make as little noise as possible.
She was naked. Makeup smeared from crying. Hair matted.
She got in the car told me to take off and she put the clothes on. I asked her what happened and all she could say without breaking down is she went to her bfs birthday party and woke up like this with no memory. She woke up in the middle of the room with all his friends and him also naked.
I took her home and snuck back into the house 2 hours before I had to get up for school. We never spoke of it again. I didn't think much of it then but 17 years later I have my own kids and a daughter who's the light of my world and I can't tell this story without crying.
She's been married now with kids to a seemingly good guy for a decade. We don't talk anymore but I still check her Facebook from time to time and I hope she's ok now.
This happens a lot more than we like to think. OP, as a 16 year old, probably did a lot more good than the police/legal system/social work. He listened to her (empathy, support), gave her what she asked for (empowerment, restoration of control) and protected her privacy (respect, restoration of identity). There's something to be learned here....
Tip for girls and women. If you’re at a party and there are lots of guys, but very few females - leave ASAP if you can. You ARE the party. Poor girl.
I don't know what to say but I can't not say anything. I'm so sorry.
the worst part is that she cannot even report because doesn't remember what happened
R**e kits that the police use would find evidence. She may also still have traces of whatever d**g they roofied her with in her blood system. Just horrific whatever way you look at it and kids that age are often too scared to confide in a parent or other adult.
Load More Replies...Had a similar experience (but just one guy) I came to with me saying no no .... I was 17/18.
What can a stranger like me possibly say? I'm so sorry. If it's okay, fell hugged from a Scottish lass.
Load More Replies...She was roofied !! And also poor lass r aped omg , ty for helping her , she should have told someone tho , god help anyone as did this to my kids ,a girl n a lad , cos it happens to boys n men to ,
Was about 7 or 8 years old and went with my family to this man-made lake, family park place in South Georgia. Basically a big, dug out pond that the owner put a bunch of beach sand and palm trees around and charged admission for people to come, park their cars, grill and swim for the day. Also had a big, unsafe-as-hell waterside that kids got hurt on.
So where my family would park was in front of this little island that was a clump of sand about 30 yards off the shore line. I was not the best swimmer but the depth was just above my head, so I could bob up and down and bounce out to this island.
Bouncing out to that little island one day we were there, my foot came down onto what felt like a face, felt what was a nose on my toe. The thing I remember is the feeling of hair flowing between my toes. That feeling of fine hair waving in water. I freaked out and for the longest time just sat on the shore. Was a little kid and did not think of anything about it.
I can still remember the scared parents going around yelling this kid’s name, asking if anyone had seen this little boy. They pulled his body from under the water right in front of that island. I’m 47 now and can still remember the feeling of that hair between my toes.
yup. Worked extra hours so our kids could get swimming lessons. Never let them swim alone anyway, until they were like 15 and could swim better than I ever could and still told them never to go swimming alone.
Load More Replies...Oh god I have goosebumps all over how terrible!!! I feel so bad for OP and the little boy’s parents! :((
Similar one was the old Lake Boscobel (now a private club) between Anderson and Pendleton, SC
The death of Hisashi Ouchi.
He was working at a nuclear plant and due to shoddy working conditions was involved in a criticality incident.
He was hit with I believe the most radiation any human has ever been hit with without instantly dying.
For 81 days a cabal of the best doctors in the world tried to keep him alive as his body shut down. The descriptions of what he was going through and what was physically happening to him make it clear to me that sometimes saving a life isn't worth it.
It's a tragic story of a young man suffering one of the worst fates possible.
I saw this documentary. The doctors knew there was no possible chance for survival but the family was insistent that they continue every possible treatment. A horrible, horrible death.
I get there can be religious beliefs etc that muddle the waters a bit with these sort of cases, but... it blows my mind that people want to keep someone they supposedly love in that sort of state. Maybe they think that keeping the person alive means that there's still hope, I don't know. Looking from the outside in, though, it just seems awfully cruel.
Load More Replies...This is horrible. If his family wanted to continue treatment, was he in any position to say anything? I am not judging. I firmly believe that if someone has to go through so much suffering they deserve a peaceful ending. I can speak to this as a mother who lost my son earlier this year to brain cancer. He passed away peacefully in Hospice care. It was what he wanted but I miss him every moment.
I cannot fathom your pain. I am so sorry for your loss.
Load More Replies..."A micrograph of his chromosomes showed that none of them were identifiable." As a human, this is horrific. As a scientist, I cannot imagine what it must have felt like to see the complete destruction of a human being on a chromosomal level. This was a man shattered on a near-atomic level. It was inhumane to even try to keep him alive. I can't help but wonder if part of the reason was to use him to try experimental treatments for irradiation. This level of exposure is mercifully extremely rare and macabre as it sounds, it would have provided invaluable data.
Technically speaking there is no "saving", ever. It's always delaying the inevitable - if sometimes by 70 years or more. I'm insanely grateful and apprechiative of medicine, hospitals, therapies, and whatnot, but if it's a contest between either three hours of tórture or 80 effing DAYS without even the slightest chance of recovery there really is no competition.
Keeping him alive was just cruel. There was no hope of saving him. The doctors just prolonged his agony. Yes, I know the doctors were bragging about keeping him alive against all odds but I don't think that was enough justification for what they did. Do you?
"sometimes saving a life isn't worth it." That seems cold but we need to think of the quality of life someone will have if they live. It would be really bad to save someone's life and then have them wish you hadn't and want to die for the rest of their "life". This reminds me of a couple who had an infant that was dying from something. The doctors said that she won't have any kind of life because of bad brain damage but they insisted so the doctors saved her. She was basically a vegetable that would twitch now and then and move her mouth like she was chewing. There is no doubt in my mind that they wish that they had let her go and they probably wish it every day.
Apparently when the nuclear plant in Japan was shutting down the elderly of the country took over the positions of the younger plant workers because they had lived longer than the young and deserved to live longer lives.
US is about to get more nuke plants. Dozens planned on an expedited schedule.
Well I’ve said from day the orange lunatic was voted in , he wont stop ww3 ,he will START IT !
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I don't remember the name of the lake. But it was slowly filling up woth Co2, over decades. And one day, an earthquake happened.. shifting the water just enough to un-dissolve all the co2, and it slowly crept down the mountain, into the village. Creating a wave of invisible, undetectable death. Everyone in the village, animals, humans, birds. Died where they stood. Without even knowing why.
In our town, we had a family where the two daughters had two friends on a sleep-over. They had planned some beauty-thing in their bathroom. When the parents came home, they found the ventilation had failed and all four girls were dead. I remember schools giving lessons about CO1 and CO2 poisoning and how important it is to ventilate.
Wow, I can't even imagine the horror. Very tragic.
Load More Replies...When you hear "it could all be over in an instant" theres so many possible ways thatd youd never imagine. Carbon monoxide poisoning, outside 😕
True, but both are deadly. CO2 is heavier than air, so when you breathe it in you get zero oxygen into your lungs. If you were rescued after just a few breaths you would exhale all of the CO2 and be fine. CO binds chemically to the red blood cells, so you would not be able to exhale it again and the blood would lose all ability to transport oxygen. The only way to save someone with CO poisoning is a blood transfusion, so that they have at least a few red blood cells that could transport oxygen.
Load More Replies...I'm not religious but this is proof of one of the 10 plagues from the bible.
ummm. which one are you referring to because this has nothing to do with any of the plagues in the bible.
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Supposed to stay the night at our friend's new place on New Years...A little before midnight I suddenly got the wildest gd urge to go home and play WoW in my life and started a fight with my gf over it cause I demanded we leave, I won and we left. The house burned down later that night and our friends didn't make it.
WOW is a strange game, it’s saving lives and for me, it took my high school bff away like a d**g. Such a weird game that can change the lives of so many
That's God right there. I don't know why only that one guy was saved but...
Nutty Putty Cave. I shudder even typing it.
On November 24, 2009, John Edward Jones became trapped upside down in a narrow, unmapped passage of Utah's Nutty Putty Cave. The passage was only 10 by 18 inches wide, making it impossible for him to turn around or back out. A large-scale, multi-agency rescue effort was launched to save him.
Rescuers spent more than 27 hours working in extremely difficult conditions to free Jones. They used a complex system of ropes and pulleys, but a critical anchor point failed during the attempt, causing Jones to fall back into the crevice. Ultimately, the intense physical strain of being inverted and constricted for so long led to cardiac arrest, and he died in the cave.
They put a phone or mic down there, so he was able to say goodbye to his wife.
She was also pregnant with his child at the time. 😥
Load More Replies...This is truly my worst nightmare. I have OCD and this is currently something I cannot stop obsessing about on a daily basis. Terrifying.
Just don’t go into a cave. I’ll join you not going into any cave.
Load More Replies...At one point they had ropes attached to the rock wall and had managed to pull him a bit but the piece holding the ropes in the wall suddenly came undone hitting the rescuer in the face,breaking his jaw and a different rescuer was sent in and everything had to be re-done. Absolutely horrific what he went through. Surrounded by people and yet completely stuck.
I’m so claustrophobic I can’t do caves…even thinking about it makes me uneasy!
Same. This makes me physically ill thinking about it.
Load More Replies...I freak so bad when I see people deliberately going into caves and especially when I see them going through small apertures without knowing what's on the other side. The cave dives with air tanks really freak me out because I am horrible going under water. Why anyone wants to go cave diving boggles my mind. Fkg crazy.
I can understand how his front half got there but I am struggling to understand how he went past his knees.
The case of Septic Tank Sam.
In 1975, an Alberta couple wanted a pump for their septic tank, and they decided to take the pump from the tank in their old abandoned farm instead of buying a new one. In doing so, they discovered a dead body that was thrown there.
The victim's story is very horrific. He was tortured and sexually mutilated before he was shot, then thrown in the septic tank of an abandoned farm, hoping that the crime would never be discovered.
The victim was identified in 2021, but the m****r is yet to be solved.
He has been identified, and given his name back which is Gordon Edwin Sanderson. Show this man the respect he wasn't shown while he was alive. Edited because initially I didn't know his name but thought it disrespectful to say he was identified only to continue to use that disgusting name for him.
I have just read about this thanks to @Partypants for giving the man his name. Gordon Edwin Sanderson.He was a 26 year old Indigenous man.He was horribly tortured before his death. Hopefully, someday the police can find out who is responsible.
Hinterkaifeck.
Over a period of days odd things were happening around a farm, including footprints in the snow leading to the farmhouse, but not away from it. The maid quit abruptly, citing strange noises and fearing the place was haunted. Her decision saved her life.
On the first night of the new maid’s job, a man believed to have been hiding in the attic of the house descended into the main quarters and systematically m******d the family in an outbuilding one by one. Several initially survived and had to watch their family members die in front of them. When the bodies were found, one of the youngest girls had pulled out tufts of her own hair as she was dying from the sheer horror of the experience.
The individual then proceeded to live in the house for several days, sleeping in the beds, eating the food, and looking after the animals, before eventually leaving soon before the bodies were discovered. They have never been found.
One of the biggest unsolved criminal cases in Germany: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hinterkaifeck_murders
Sorry to be pedantic, but the third person plural pronoun 'they' points to an unclear antecedent. "...the bodies were discovered [but] [t]hey have never been found" is a contradiction. Possibly a better concluding sentence would be 'The assailant has never been found.' would clear up the issue.
I think everyone got the point. Also, they/them can be a singular pronoun when talking about a person of unknown gender. So saying "They were never found" is a correct sentence.
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It's only a story for me because I don't remember any of it. But years ago I had episodes of sleep terrors. My family told me that sometimes I screamed so loud that I woke up the neighbors.
Well one day I woke up to my boyfriend at the time screaming at me to wake up while rustling me to the ground. The balcony doors were open and I was halfway out. After we both calmed down a bit he started crying.
From his point of view it was something straight out of a horror movie. He got jolted awake by me jumping up on my feet, silent with a blank expression on my face. Then I started panting. And then I screamed like a banshee. I bolted for the balcony door, opened them and put my leg over the railing, all while still screaming. He cought me in the last second. In his words he never heard anything like this before and hopes he never will again.
It took me years after that to build up courage for living on my own. I'm terrified that one day I will wake up on my way to the ground.
I think that would have been the first thing they should have done as soon as it started happening.
Load More Replies...First thing to do: Move to a ground floor flat. Second: See a doctor and get help.
Comedian Mike Birbiglia has a sleeping disorder and severely hurt himself by jumping out of a window at a hotel before getting diagnosed
Panting means breathing in quick, short breaths, like a dog after a run.
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My school had a mandatory uniform policy, and had a school shop with a changing room in it. The guy who tended the shop was arrested for being a p*****ile, and allegedly had a hidden camera in that changing room.
I usually bought my clothes without trying them on, because male sizes tended to be consistent and as I grew, I'd just +1 to whatever the current size was and it worked. What terrifies me is all the girls I went to class with ever since I was 2, that from early childhood to the beginning of adulthood, changed in that changing room trying new clothes on. How many people that I know ended up on some creep's computer, and even worse, in his twisted mind? The same guy who was so chill when I would buy a pen, or an eraser.
I was at college with someone who was arrested for placing hudden cameras in the public bathrooms where he worked, and also in the guest bathroom at home (which his wife's sisters and other relatives used when they visited). He wasn't a very close friend, but I knew him and I'd met his wife several times. He was just 'normal,' quiet, polite, not boorish or sleazy, seemed like a normal family man. Meanwhile, he was collecting thousands of photos of female colleagues, staff and visitors to the hospital where he worked. It really shook a lot of us at the time, how easily we'd missed that side of him.
A neighbour of mine, who was one of the leaders for a boy's group my brother went to, was a teacher at a girl's school. When I was about 17 he was charged with having child p**n on his computer and for having a camera set up in the girl's changing room. It was a big surprise to us. I guess it was good he didn't like boys too, since he had taken the boy's group camping a few times and shared a tent with my brother once, if I remember correctly. Not that it what he did do was any less serious.
Friend of a friend was hiking in Montana. She posed on the side of the trail and had her friend snap a photo. Later that night, when she was looking at the pictures from the hike, she was horrified to notice the large face of a cougar staring into the camera from the woods behind her. It had presumably been stalking them; they never even knew it was there.
One of the most interesting experiences for me was how sneaky elephants can be. You would imagine that an animal the size of a small house wouldn't be able to surprise you, while out in the bush. Nope. We were on a walking safari and our guide ordered us back to our car. We saw one older female, creeping closer but were so busy checking her out, we didn't notice the other two. Good thing the car was right behind us, otherwise I have no doubt we would have had a fourth one behind us. Only after we made it back to relative safety (they *can* and *will* flip a car if need be), did we realise that they were protecting a calf.
There was a dude that used to come into the store I worked in. I was just finishing up senior year in high school. He had to be mid 20s or so. We became buddies over a few months. Chatted about movies and video games a lot. One weekend he asked me to hang out I had a bad feeling about it so I said no and that I was grounded for bad grades. Turns out he k**led someone that weekend.
The Lake Nyos disaster in Cameroon is one of the most terrifying real stories I’ve ever read. In 1986, a cloud of carbon dioxide suddenly erupted from the lake and silently rolled over nearby villages. People were found exactly where they’d been seconds before some in bed, some holding tools, even entire herds of cattle lying where they grazed. Over 1,700 people died in a single night without any warning, no fire, no noise, just… the air itself turned deadly. To me, that’s scarier than any monster.
This was further up the post but used Co2. Didn't know what it stand for. I a glad this clarify what the cloud was.
With all due respect, how old are you? Carbondioxide is written as CO2 is taught quite early at school and also one comes across that regularly during daily life. Basically every time you consume someghing sparkling. You know that H2O is water? Dihydrogenmonoxide?
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Middle-aged woman in North Carolina was haunted by a fleeting memory of seeing her father's face in the farm privy when she was a child. Her father had abandoned the family when she was like 5, and her therapist recommended hypnotic regression as a way to work this out. A few other memories floated up, including coming into the kitchen and seeing her mother ... mopping up blood. Who yelled at her to go back to bed.
Her mom still lived on the family farm, and after a few more details turned up the local sheriff got a warrant to dig where the old privy had stood. Yep, dad was still in there, cut up presumably to fit down the hole.
This was pre-internet but developed in real time in the local paper, and right about when the DA was deciding whether to go forward with the case, the 70-something-year-old mom drove out to the north 40 with a pistol. This is all from memory, love to know if I'm remembering this correctly.
I wonder how often things like that happened. My mother's grandfather did time and shortly after he was released, he disappeared. Apparently nothing was discussed, but the story was that he "ran off". Years later a body (skeleton actually) was discovered when a farmer was plowing his field. This was the teens so no way to identify the remains. There were rumors, but only that.
Certainly a lot of the women who were claimed to have ‘run off’ were disappeared like this. Unless they were wealthy or well connected, very few were followed up. Especially in rural areas - US is a big country with a lot of secrets
Load More Replies...My husband's family has a family story like this. When husband's grandad was young, his uncle molested him. So great grandad & his other 2 brother took their brother (the bad uncle) out deer hunting. Bad uncle was never seen again. Nobody talked about it or talked about him much, just that "he ran off". Lol good riddance.
A privy is a dunny - just in case other Australians are like wtf
I think the therapist helped the op put the 2 and 2 together and the op then told the police .
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My mother’s college roommate was a sleepwalker. One night a friend coming home late from a date found her roaming the halls of their dorm and carefully got her back up their room.
As they got her back to bed, they saw the soles of her feet were filthy, as if she’d been walking outside barefoot for hours. Still freaks me out thinking what could have happened to her.
My partner will sleepwalk when very stressed. Thankfully it's been a few years since he did so, but the last time he was trying REALLY hard to go out the front door, at around midnight. It was difficult getting him diverted away from the door but I did it . Lol. :p
I was awakened one night by the BEEP BEEP indicating a door or window was just opened. Rushed to the kitchen as that's the only door that would be opened and found my youngest (about 5yo) trying to go out. He was dead asleep. After that we locked the deadbolt which required a key to open. Thankfully he only walked a few more times and never tried again to exit the house.
Load More Replies...My daughter was a sleepwalker as a child. We had to install an assortment of extra locks on all doors to the outside. We even got an alarm for our aboveground pool. Luckily she outgrew that.
I did some sleepwalking myself, mostly funny stories tho. Like getting to the big bed my little sisters shared, asking if I could join them. Then wake up, be totally confused and shake one of them awake to ask wtf I was doing in their bed. Another one when I was in university, I was sleeping then suddenly got up and told my bf I needed a knife for uni the next day. He was like, I'll get it to back to sleep, so I did. The next day he was like, what did you need the knife for? Me:...knife??
I used to sleepwalk and talk in my sleep. I still feel bad about the time I scared the heck out of my college roommate when I sat up in the middle of the night and screamed "No, no get out!". It woke her up because she thought we were being attacked. Then I laid down and went back to sleep. 😂
My husband does weird things in his sleep at times. Once I woke up to see he'd opened the bedroom door and he then came over to my side of the bed, leaned over me and said "we must leave the door open so they don't get in". Had no idea he was asleep.
I did it once as a kid of 7 or 8. I kept tripping over an ottoman and my mom and dad woke up and found me. Our bedroom was over theirs.
I sleepwalk when really stressed. A housemate told me I opened the door to his room, looked around, then shut the door, never went in. He heard me open every door in the house, and the ho back to bed. ...checking everything was pk in my sleep.
Two stories:
1. I used to ride my bike to the other side of my neighborhood to play with my buddy Blake. One day I was riding down the hill towards his house and he jumped out from behind a power pole and startled me enough that I lost control of my bike and crashed on the street, leaving my forearms skinned about six inches each. He kind of blamed me, and I didn’t really think anything of it, thinking he was somehow right. Later on he had gotten some firecrackers, M80s and we played with them, blew up a model jet and stuff. He mentioned something about using them to blow up frogs, and I didn’t take him seriously.
He ended up joining the USMC, but didn’t reenlist. I didn’t think much more about him, then one day my mom is reading the paper and asked me what my friend’s name was because (suchinsuch) Blakely (Suchinsuch) was arrested for the m****r of his estranged girlfriend and her unborn child.
He had driven her car off the highway onto a dirt road, slit her throat, and had containers of fuel in the car that he set on fire, to hide the evidence. I don’t remember the particulars of his arrest, but apparently he was walking along the road away from the site when a police officer stopped and questioned him. I don’t know if he confessed then, or under interrogation, but he confessed. He was convicted of double m****r.
•My “good friend” as a kid turned out to be a m******r, and I saw the signs but didn’t know it at the time.
2. I was stationed in Iwakuni, Japan and was the Safety NCO for our unit. I was passing friends with a guy in embarkation and one Thursday we went out drinking as a group.
Saturday, the guy and two buddies decided to rent a canoe and went out into the ocean for some fun. At some point, the boat capsized and the three men were stuck holding onto the overturned craft and decided that the strongest swimmer should try to swim to shore to get help, and the other two were going to stay put, until help arrived. The swimmer got to shore and a second guy had abandoned the canoe and was picked up by fishermen, alive.
My passing friend, didn’t make it. He was found after a manhunt down the coast. He had died of hypothermia. This was maybe May, and I seem to remember the water was in the 60s °F. Since I was the Safety NCO, I had to fill out the paperwork for his death. I learned that even in 70° water, you can die of hypothermia in just a few hours.
This event, (along with unrelated nightmares I had as a child of being in open water with giant shapeless creatures coming to get me, and I would wake up as jaws were closing around me) gave me Thalassophobia, fear of open water.
•So, I had to fill out the incident report for the death of a guy I had been out drinking with just two days prior.
Two words, life vest. I used to canoe with friends in my 50s and always wore a vest. I got teased, but my middle name should be Rock, that's how well I swim.
You shouldn’t be canoeing, especially away from shore, unless you can right the overturned canoe. Years ago when I went on school canoe trips, you had to demonstrate you could do this before the trip.
A long waist line ago (mid 90s) I was a Countryside Ranger on the west coast and one day I was carrying out a phase one habit survey when I came across a camp set up in remote, unmanaged woods. Tent, stove, kettle, sleeping bag in tent, some cooking equipment, rucksack and a pair of walking boots at the tent entrance with a sock in each boot. The problem was it had been there for years. The tent was ripped and weathered, pots full of pine needles, and moss has covered most of the equipment. The rucksack and a couple items of clothing in it and strangely, a flute. Nothing in the rucksack and anything to ID anyone. We carried out a search of the area with police, dogs, locals and mountain rescue. Weeks later not a thing, nothing, absolutely no trace of anything or anyone. Will never know what happened to that person that felt compelled to leave their camp, and leave their flute behind.
I found something like this in Perth years ago, also found my dream camera at the time in there, I handed it too police. They were backpackers, they had long gone home back to the UK and police gave me the camera
"a long waist line ago" - this is my new favorite phrase to describe a long time ago!
Reminds me of the panpipes in the film The Picnic at Hanging Rock
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My grandparents are Dutch immigrants in New Zealand, and in the 1970s they had a caravan that they took out camping to a rural part of the North Island for a little family fun camping trip (my mum and siblings would've been 10 or younger at the time).
They were way out in the middle of nowhere near a lake in the rainforest, and after the kids had gone to sleep my grandparents had stayed awake a little while just reading etc, having a cup of tea.
They started hearing strange noises, like footsteps outside and twigs breaking, maybe a hushed voice but thought they were going paranoid. They were getting a bit freaked out at this point, but assumed it was nothing and they'd be safe.
Grandpa told me he couldn't go to sleep, and suddenly heard a definite footstep right outside the caravan door. He peeked out the window of the caravan and it was completely pitch black and no moonlight whatsoever, but he could see the glowing cigarette of what must've been a pretty tall man standing right at the door of the caravan. He could still hear other footsteps too, even though whoever was smoking this cigarette outside the door was standing dead still.
He told me he'd never been so scared in his life, but he had to do something because he had his wife and four little kids sleeping inside the caravan, and so he grabbed his butchers knife (he was a butcher by profession, lord knows why he had it on a family camping trip), opened the door to confront or yell or do whatever he could to scare the people away, but when he opened the door he saw no one and heard no noise. He thought he was going crazy, but he saw the cigarette butt on the ground outside the door, freshly finished. He got into the car straight away (he had everything ready to go luckily cos he'd already planned on beginning driving early the next morning anyways), and drove everyone away and found somewhere else near a town to stay instead.
Story freaks me out everytime I think about it.
There's been a couple of times when I've been camping and heard things outside my tent. Not sure whether they were humans or animals, but my strategy was just to move around in my tent a bit in the hope who/whatever it was would hear me and be scared off.
I've had several creepy moments in my life but one I think about a lot isn't as bad as some on this post.
My sister's boyfriend's family were robbed and the part that gets me is the brother of said boyfriend was home. They had turned their attic into a bedroom for him and he was on his computer with his headphones on while people were in his house robbing him. He had no clue until his parents came home and found the house trashed and they started screaming his name. I can't imagine what they felt when they walked in finding their home robbed and knowing their youngest was supposed to be home alone. The sense of relief they must have felt when he was safe and sound.
But since then I've always had a rough time with being home alone. Even now thirty years later as a grown adult sometimes when I can't sleep I get the heebie jeebies and wish I had a dog.
Our house was robbed while we were asleep in bed. Fortunately the guy just took some stuff and didn't hurt us or our cat. We didn't realize until my partner got up to go to the bathroom around 4 in the morning.
My grandmother alway wore scarfs on half of her head. Once she was sound asleep on the couch while we were robbed. She only woke up when my mum came home from work to a huge mess and a missing tv. Granny was all in shock and screamd: my scarfs!! And then she ran to her drawer to check whether the thiefs took them. They did not 😁
When I was a teen, someone came into our house through the back door and was raiding the fridge. Dad heard them and they scampered. The thing is that our house was so insecure and I don't mean shy. None of the doors actually locked. Most of the time the front door could just be pushed open. Thanks Dado for keeping us safe you (insert a filthy string of expletives here).
Pretty sure I have read this countless time but as a "creepy story." Seems I have read it here even.
My aunt woke up in the middle of the night and noticed the red led light on her tv was off. She rolled over in bed and saw the light turn back on. When she woke up the next morning her TV was gone along with a ton of other stuff.
I think someone was in the room with her, between her and the light, and they moved so she could see the light again. It probably was just well that she did roll over and go back to sleep, otherwise whoever it was would have done something worse than steal her stuff.
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Totally unexplainable and confusing to me to this day. I want to preface this by being very clear that I am not superstitious and I am not someone who is easily frightened and let's my mind play tricks on me.
15 years old, I was at my Dad's house visiting him for spring break. I was sleeping in my room and woke up to a sound that I can only describe as someone exhaling, very aggressively, and it started far away and got really close and loud. Its like, if someone threw an invisible ball at me and it was the sounds of someone exhaling really hard and when it hit me it was right in my ear very loud and blew my hair to the side.
Obviously it woke me up, and I looked across the room to see my window curtains blowing violently from the window being open. I thought to myself, "Oh s**t, I thought I closed that."
I hurried over to the window, as it was still blowing the curtains, and it was loud too. You could hear the wind whistling through the screen. Pushed the curtains aside to close it and all of a sudden everything went quite and still as I realized the window was already closed.
I sat there and stared at that window for probably 10 minutes trying to understand what tf just happened. Then I walked back over to my bed and laid there all night, literally until the sun came up, trying to figure out what could have caused that. Never was able to come up with anything.
The story of the divers who got sucked into the pipe and lived for 4 days in complete darkness and were unable to move. No one attempted a rescue. I believe it was in Russia. Mr. ballin did a video on it.
This was in Trinidad and Tobago. There were 5 divers who were sucked into the pipe due to a problem with the pressure in their diving chamber, causing them and all the equipment in the chamber to be violently sucked into the pipe. They endured a period of being thrown around inside the pipe, with equipment swirling with them, injuring them badly. They did not have their oxygen tanks with them as they had taken them off to work on the pipe, so the oxygen tanks had been part of the equipment that was hitting them on their way down the pipe and was strewn along the pipe. 4 of the men were together, most injured very badly. They had no idea where the fifth man was at this point, but they were in an air pocket, with no way out and no way of knowing how long their air would last. The least injured man volunteered to get help and left the others with a couple of oxygen tanks, taking one for the swim back along the pipe. He almost ran out of air, but luckily found another tank on the way 1/
He managed to make it to the surface where he was pulled out and immediately rushed to hospital where he spent several days unconscious. He had managed to alert the authorities that there were still people alive down there. Unfortunately he woke after several days in the hospital to find out that the company who contracted him and his fellow divers had refused to allow rescue attempts to be made, citing risk as the reason why, even though teams of rescue divers and experts were already travelling to the area and trying to plan a rescue. The experts in such rescues thought there was a chance that the men could be rescued, but the CEO of the company refused to allocate any resources or allow anybody to attempt it. The survivor has been unable to return to work in diving. Christopher Boodram was the name of the survivor, and the four men lost were: Kazim Ali Jr, Yusuf Henry, Fyzal Kurban and Rishi Nagassar
Load More Replies...This is a horrifying story. I feel so bad for the guy who made it out but wasn't able to help his friends.
It’s worse then just surviving alone whilst waiting for help and everyone dies off :( I couldn’t live with knowing I made such an effort to help my fellow buddy’s only to wake up and be told it was all for nothing
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I did not know this person, but many years ago a girl who was dating my aunt's grandson, got her glove stuck in a meat grinder at her job, in the deli of a grocery store. You can probably guess what happened to her.
Did you hear the story about the butcher who backed into a meat grinder at work? He got fired for getting a little behind in his work.
No, there should be safety measures in place so it's not possible to put your hand in while it's operating. These sorts of accidents most commonly occur when the operator has deliberately bypassed them to make the job easier.
Load More Replies...Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his p***s in the pickle slicer. His wife suggested that he should see a therapist to talk about it, but Bill indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own. One day a few weeks later Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong. "What's wrong, Bill?" she asked. "Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my p***s in the pickle slicer?" "Oh, Bill, you didn't." "Yes, I did." "My God, Bill, what happened?" "I got fired." "No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?" "Oh... she got fired too."
This happened to me about 10 years ago. My best friend growing up, Steve, had died unexpectedly. We had grown apart but had recently started speaking after many years.
Steve hated, and I'm using the word hated here, technology. No computer, no cell phone. Nothing but a television with an antenna and a land line for good old Steve. I was away on business when I got word that he had died. Since he never married, and was pretty much a son of a b***h, and had been estranged from his family for about ten years (I saw his sister and brother yesterday), his body was undiscovered for a couple of weeks. That part haunts me to this day.
Shortly after returning home, I left again for on a trip for a course that was being given in Texas. Sitting in class my phone, on vibrate mode, buzzed. It was Steve. A cold flush swept over me. I was sitting in class so didn't answer. I called later that day, and as expected, there was no answer.
I'm retired now, but at the time I worked for a satellite telecommunications company. Part of my job was managing back office telecom equipment, so I understood call routing over SS7 networks, and routing tables. If the number was reassigned to someone else, they perhaps misdialed my number, or dialed in a redial code into his old POTS desk set. It creeped me out.
I don't believe in ghosts, or spirits, or any of that hokum, but the weirdness and randomness of that incident makes me think about rejigging some of my assumptions.
My mom called my sister a couple days after my mom died. The phone wasn't even charged and was in my mom's bedroom. My sister answered and it was just static.
My Dearly Beloved called me the day after his funeral. My son was sitting right next to me when it happened. Although there was nothing but static on the line, we decided he was telling he was just fine.
Ghost story time
Both my brothers, my mother, and step dad can attest to this experience we all shared as well.
When I was quite young, around the ages of 6-8 we lived in a very old and creepy 2 story house together with some of my step-dad's friends being roommates because the house was so large. The room I stayed in was on the left at the top of the stairs and had no door, with my brothers both staying in the room across from me. The stairwell itself had a door at the top and bottom that I would close on my way to bed every night because it made me feel a bit safer (anxious little kid). The previous owner of the house, our great uncle Earl, had committed s*****e in the house in my bedroom. Family never told me that until I was older, but it made everything make more sense when I found out he had hung himself above where I slept every night. Starting aound 10-11pm every night, without the door at the bottom of the stairwell opening, we would all hear loud footsteps slowly climb the stairs that wouldnt cease until about 4 in the morning. They would walk up to the top, into my room, and then restart at the bottom. It was absolutely f*****g terrifying and even typing this out evokes that same bone chilling horror that makes me want to tear up and feel like my gut has been punched. Every single night for years of my childhood I'd have heard these steps, my brothers did as well as momma and step dad, and my youngest would say that he'd see people in the house at night which was also f****d. We think he might have been extra sensitive to the spiritual stuff. Out of curiosity one night I opened the top door of the stair well and turned the light on to see who was coming up the stairs, and there was absolutely no one or anything in front of me, and the footsteps had stopped when the light came on. I bolted back into my room, hid under my covers just to hear them begin again at the bottom. It got to the point where my mom would yell "GO TO BED EARL" when he was feeling extra active and reliving his final moments over and over, and crazily enough they would stop when she yelled. As a family we all share this fear and fascination of ghosts and the afterlife having lived in such a place. The house was burned down in a controlled burn to make way for suburbs, and I went to the rubble and grabbed a couple scorched bricks as mementos. I will always and forever believe in ghosts now.
"Go to bed, Earl", FVCK THAT! I'd have hauling my skinny @ss to the living room and sleep on the couch.
I would have yelled, "Earl, look for the light, head for the light and GTF out of my dimension."
Load More Replies...“Here, child, you can sleep in this room! No, of course your uncle didn’t off himself in here, why do you ask??” Just love the fact that the parents were too chicken to sleep in that room themselves. Lovely parents.
My mother sleeps in the room her stepfather died in his sleep in. She's heard footsteps walking room to room when a bad storm was coming. She assures him everything will be OK and he settles until next time
Anonymous internet stranger says family can vouch, so of course I believe it s/
Long-story-short... my babysitter k**ed her husband. We were neighbors, and my dad was good friends with her husband.
My babysitter's husband m*rdered their 2 little girls and then k*lled himself. She had filed for divorce & he warned her that he was going to do it. She begged & begged the authorities for help. This was in Buford, GA in the 1980s. I haven't been able to find anything about it.
Sometimes the authorities lack of help is just astonishing. In high school I dated a girl who'd been r***d by her father when she was 3. Her brothers walked with her to the corner to tell the cop and he didn't believe them so nothing was ever investigated. Her oldest brother told me about it a few years after we broke up. The father was later shanked in prison after being busted on a murder for hire.
Load More Replies...When I was in grade school one of my classmates, along with her little sister, was killed by their mother. She stabbed them to death and then set the house on fire. She claimed she had a psychotic break. 😥 Here's an old article. It happened in 1984. https://www.nytimes.com/1984/05/25/us/around-the-nation-virginia-woman-held-in-her-daughter-s-death.html
I worked with a dude who had a criminal record but that wasn’t unusual in and of itself at that job, and I am not generally judgmental about it.
He lived near me, a few blocks over, and I’d drive him home and he’d walk to his house. We worked late hours (midnights) and sometimes we’d be off around bar call 2-3a, notably when the dope dealers and other criminal types were out in front of the buildings hanging out. Whatever. They didn’t bother my white woman a*s…
One night he gets out of my car and tells the “doormen” outside my building that “she’s cool” and their demeanor shifted towards me, from neutral/indifferent to friendly.
I am on my break on night checking FB and see someone was shot to death a few blocks from me. Dude wasn’t at work. I just had a gut feeling. Sure enough, about a month later, they caught my coworker.
He came to work the night after, didn’t seem off, but claimed a new job and put in his notice, called the GM and quit after that shift. Not unusual in my job at the time, and my GM generally didn’t put up a fight so it didn’t seem strange.
Love that determination ! What doesn't make sense? Some guy she worked with hung out with some shady folks but he made sure they were cool with her and he was decent to her too. One night he didn't show up for work and she found out he killed someone, then quit his job. I mean yes, details are missing but I think that's the story.
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I have to search up the details later but I read about a guy who survived his car crashing off a cliff. he was able to climb up the cliff back onto the road and call for help, but when help arrived, he immediately collapsed and was pronounced dead at the scene. it was discovered that his neck was barely hanging on from total decapitation and turning around was all it took to sever it completely. gives me chills that he thought he had survived miraculously for a moment.
They should have said internal decapitation. The head didn't actually come off.
The guy probably had what is called internal decapitation. The spine is completely or near completely severed, but no injury is apparent from the outside. The neck can look entirely intact.
Yeah, they've got the details wrong, it''s not decapitation as such, but severing the spinal column can occur after an injury that has damaged the vertebrae such that they allow unwanted movement. That's why yo're always told to avoid moving a casualty with a back injury.
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I had a friend that went with his mom to stay at his grandma's house. It was old and spooky, but his mom didn't want to go alone so he went with her.
That night, he was sleeping on the couch, and heard someone walking down the hallway. He thought it was his mom going to the bathroom, so he closed his eyes so that his mom didn't see he was still awake.
But the footsteps got closer until they were right by couch. He kept his eyes shut tight to keep pretending he was asleep. He actually felt breath on his forehead, like his mom was going to give him a goodnight kiss, but then he felt his mom straighten up and walk away from the couch.
The next morning, he asked his mom why she had checked on him, but she told him she had been so freaked out by a bad vibe nearby, she had never left her room. He wonders what he would have seen if he had opened his eyes when whatever it was was bending over him.
A few months later, his grandma died, and they went back to the house to pack up the stuff. When it was daylight, the house was fine. But as soon as the sun went down, it got very eery very quickly. They both decided to stay in a motel rather than sleep in the house.
Oh youre coming to nanas, you're also sleeping out in the living room alone, except with the ghosts im scared of AND you're gonna like it, son!
I believe my dead mother warned me and my grandma that my sister was sneaking out.
Me and my sister were sleeping at my grandparents house. Young sis, boy crazy over the wrong boy, decides to sneak out the house unbeknownst to anyone.
To this day I cannot explain this.
The smoke detector started going off. Like the house was smoking but the house was completely fine; but all the detectors were going off. I jumped up awake and swung my door open, but I didn’t see any fires or smoke or nothing. I walk down the hall to check on my sister, and I see that her bed is empty. I’m panicking, so I run to my grandma’s room and wake her up (she’s already awake because of the smoke detectors) and I’m telling her that I can’t find my sister, she isn’t in the house.
After a good ten minutes, young sis sneaks (barely) back in the house, and before me or my grandma could start cussing her out, the smoke detectors stopped going off. Just like that. Couldn’t explain how or why.
Later that night, after she gets her punishment and goes in her room, me and my grandma are talking about the events that happened. She tells me that my mom used to be a strict one when it came to fires. She had a childhood best friend who lost her home in a fire, so she was known as the family firefighter. Made sure we knew where the fire extinguisher was, checking the batteries in the detectors, memorizing our escape route plan (it’s still drilled in my memory). Maybe my mom was in the smoke detector? I dunno, but she was there that night.
I could think of lots better places to spend eternity than inside a smoke detector.
There is a rational explanation, and it happened to me. I was awakened by all of the non-linked smoke detectors going off at once. First, called the emergency number to get help rolling if needed. Second, carefully opened the bedroom door--no smoke. Third, inspected whole house--no smoke but occasional electrical or ozone-type smell. Fourth, fire department arrives. Between inspection and deduction we found that one of the elements in the forced-air electric furnace had burned out, and the particulate from this had blown through the ductwork and into the rooms, setting off all the smoke detectors simultaneously.
One of my dad's friends had a little brother. They took a trip and the brother went missing, wasn't found for twenty years - when he was found, he was deceased, at the bottom of a well. My dad found out because immediately after the event he was called by the friend in a panic, asking if he could get a higher law enforcement involved or organise offical search parties, as my dad worked near that sorta stuff for awhile. He watched the slow descent of the man's family until the body was found. Had a long, deep philosophical talk with him that night.
What makes it scarier was how he ended up in the well - it was night when he went missing, and he was tipsy, so the poor guy walked straight in likely enough. Died on impact hopefully, I can't imagine being stuck at the bottom.
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Late 70’s living on small ranch south of San Antonio. Neighbor named Frank asked us for help with his new registered Brahman Bull he had just purchased. We helped him unload the bull , registered name was Cornelius into a holding pen so the cows could get acquainted with the new addition to the herd. The next day Frank asked us if we saw or heard anything unusual during the night. His new Bull Cornelius was dead. All of us went to his back pasture that was next to ours . Cornelius was on his side, no visible cause of death. No blood, only some superficial scratches on neck and hind quarters. Never knew anything in our area that could take down a Brahman Bull. Heard through my Dad that Frank claims to have seen a headless woman in that pasture. The rest of my time living there Frank never went into that pasture after dark. By the way, never saw or heard of Frank drinking. We never saw the woman, with or without a head. Frank made it a point to warn us. Sure creeped us out.
Nice--picture of a water buffalo to illustrate a story about a Brahma bull.
True - if it was a newly purchased bull, one would think the owner would pay a vet to do a necropsy.
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I was just getting over Covid (the OG version in August 2020, it d**n near k**ed me). I woke up in the middle of the night, and swore I saw someone standing next to my bed. I figured that it was a trick of the light, so I stood up to change perspective.
He was still there. I saw him SO CLEARLY. He had short hair, and was turned 3/4 of the way away from me. He was wearing a plaid shirt tucked into jeans. Of course, I start screaming and pull the cord on the ceiling fan.
As soon as the light came on he disappeared. I don’t know if it was a Covid hallucination or what, but I have never experienced anything that real before that wasn’t actually real.
I later told a neurologist about it because I was worried about possible brain damage and he just looked at me for a long time, then changed the subject.
I was living in a two hundred year old house at the time, so maybe I saw a ghost, who the hell knows, but it scared the C**P out of me.
Ugh. Partner and I were so, SO careful (him working with high-risk people and having to move bodies by this point) and we got OG, pre-vaccine covid in October-November 2020. There was no fear like that fear. I'm not religious but remember bargaining with whatever power may be to let him live, and if one of us had to go, let it be me. I remember laying on our living room floor, barely able to take breath, thinking "is this the day I go to the hospital and don't return..??" And that was all less than 5 years ago. Don't think I've quite processed it lol. I remember the next year receiving the first covid vaccine; they'd make you sit in the parking lot for 15 minutes after to monitor any possible reactions. I just broke down weeping, thinking of all the people who didn't make it to that point. Anyway, that's a very recent shared trauma y'all 🫠 fúck the people who think it was all fake or ~VaCcInEs CaUsE aUtIsM~
Yeah, fück those idiots! It's nothing short of believing in a flat earth (a belief, one of them once proudly declared, that is shared all around the world.......), or downright denial of any science whatsoever.
Load More Replies...If they still had a temperature that could explain it, temperature as in fever. Even the tail end of one can cause you to hallucinate... I wish the woman who was stood at the end of my hospital bed had been a hallucination! It was the middle of the night and somehow she had left her own bed in a separate room. I woke up to see her just standing over me and I screamed so loudly (hard to do with damaged vocal chords!) but? I threw my water glass at her, it hit her on her forehead and then the nurses came rushing in, removed her. The doors were then locked at night after that, the door to the room I was in was at least. Well?... I can definitely claim to have a cracking aim even when seriously ill!!!
When I was like 6 or 7, I had a high fever I saw my deceased grandpa or at that time a man who looked old fashioned. He died in the 1940s when my mom was a toddler. It gets weirder, my Nany said she woke up to my grandpa telling her to wake up because "Queridita's sick." She woke up and my fever was 104° and throat was almost swollen shut. Needless to say I went to the hospital via ambulance that night.
basic sleep paralyse: A person standing in the night in a dream can represent a subconscious anxiety or a repressed emotion that is "lurking" in your mind, or it could be a manifestation of sleep paralysis, where hypnopompic hallucinations (hallucinations experienced while falling asleep or waking up) create a sense of a presence. The meaning can also be tied to the specific person in the dream, their symbolic meaning to you, or an unresolved issue with them
There's a new variation that, apparently, was not in the last booster. My entire household has been sick for two weeks, even though we're all vaccinated and current with boosters, and loads of people in my city have it too. It started with fever and body aches, changed to headache and body aches, then to gastro issues and body aches, then to upper respiratory, then to (relatively mild) lower respiratory. We're finally nearing the end, as no new symptoms have shown up.
Have a friend who is getting dialysis 3 times a week. He had a fever some time ago because of infection and swore that he saw eyes in his electric alarm clock and shadow people at his door. I think it was definitely because of his fever. But it reminds me of an episode in MASH where Klinger had a raging temperature and saw the ghost of a dead guy and had a conversation with him because the guy didn't know he was dead.
This one still creeps and haunts me to this day. So our school went on a picnic to a resort and it also had a waterpark so we played in it and when it was time to leave I went to the changing room but I just wasn't comfortable changing with hundreds of random wet kids so me and my friends decided to change somewhere else so we went to the boundary of the resort (there were small bushes trees etc and a boundary wall)
So I was casually changing and i heard someone whisper and laugh so I looked around,there was no one but just my friends then I looked beyond the wall and holy Christ I caught people stalking us... they were literally stalking school kids changing. I screamed loudly and told my friends at first they did not belive me and they threw stones across the wall started swearing etc until one of my friends saw them aswell and noticed that they were recording everything with their phone later a guard came and saw us and started swearing at us from a distance so we all ran away..
I still think about this incident sometimes and it always scares and confuses me why would someone record little children changing their clothes.
Stfu! Out of any of these this is the most believable one. Who cares about the punctuation. If you still can't read it then that's on you
Load More Replies...Not to victim blame here but... Maybe don't change OUTSIDE?!
The biggest danger to humans is other humans. No matter the environment.
yeah but I bet I could defend myself against a human. I don't know about something paranormal
Load More Replies...Well these sucked. A number sound made up and the rest are just reportings of ugly things that may have happened, or if they did they weren't the sort of things that BP claims in their mission statement to be promoting. Lately BP has been doing a lot of negative stories and stories that are unbelievable. I sure hope they turn this trend around.
What gets me are the stories with more than 50 posts. They expect people to pay to read that.
Load More Replies...The biggest danger to humans is other humans. No matter the environment.
yeah but I bet I could defend myself against a human. I don't know about something paranormal
Load More Replies...Well these sucked. A number sound made up and the rest are just reportings of ugly things that may have happened, or if they did they weren't the sort of things that BP claims in their mission statement to be promoting. Lately BP has been doing a lot of negative stories and stories that are unbelievable. I sure hope they turn this trend around.
What gets me are the stories with more than 50 posts. They expect people to pay to read that.
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