13 People Reveal Their Extremely Horrifying Real Life Creepy Stories

#1 She was saved by this guy’s presence

I lived in a small college town and my apartment complex was walking distance from the bar/downtown area.

One weekday night, I stepped out on our front porch to smoke a cigarette or two (I was up late studying). I brought my text book with me and say down on the stairs while I smoked. A girl, who I had never met but who lived one apartment over but down on the ground floor, came home from downtown. She was by herself and you could tell from her walk she had been drinking. She got in her apartment and barely got the door closed before some guy, who came out of nowhere, knocked on her door. She opened and I noticed he introduced himself, which was weird because it was after 2:30 am, who comes to a strange girl's apartment at that time? So I decide to stay outside and pay attention. They ended up talking for over ten minutes, she later acknowledged how weird the situation was but did not know how to end the conversation. He would do the creepiest things, like he reached up and strokes her hair at least three times, and would try and slowly inch his way closer to her and the door. I made a point of being loud with my textbook so he would know I was there and he disappeared as eerily as he had come. We called the cops, and days later they had the girl and me sit with a sketch artist.

As soon as the sketch was made public, floods of calls came in. Guy turned out to be a serial rapist who followed lone girls home from bars and pretended to be a cab offering them a ride. This girl just got lucky because she lived so close to the bars, he didn't get a chance to pull the cab routine.

#2 A man, a rock, and potential prey

Went camping with some friends on hill a few kilometers out in the woods from one of the guys house. There's a few hiking/four wheeling trails in the area that lead up to the hill so it's known by the locals. It was about midnight we had a fire going and were just sitting around having a good time, then the guy (there was 4 of us) sitting opposite of me yells who are you. I turn around and there's this man, about 6ft tall staring at us from the edge of the woods with a big rock in his hand. One guy knocked an arrow in the compound bow we had, the guy across from me grabbed the hatchet and I pulled the knife off my belt. We had no clue what we were doing but the guy wouldn't say anything to us. He eventually just backed into the woods. No sleep was had that night and we kept a very large fire going.

#3 Was almost raped

I was in Minot, ND with my old band. Our tour van blew a head gasket and we were stuck there for a few days. Everyone was tired on day 2, but I was wide awake. I walk for a bit and make it to some scummy bar. I'm obviously not from around there, and nobody is saying a word to me. After 2 beers, I start to get a tad nauseous and dizzy. I put my head in my hand and try to let it pass, but it keeps getting worse.

Suddenly, a voice says "you'll feel pain tonight." I jump and look up and a tall roughly 40 year old man is walking to the bathroom, turns back and glances at me. I called my friends and got the fuck out of there.

I slept for 12-13 hours and felt awful/loopy the next day. I was roofied.

#4 An expressionless figure

It was very early morning/late at night, whatever you wanna call it. Around 5am, still dark. My dad and brother and I were in the car, driving to the mosque. On the way there, there's this dimly lit road, with a forest on both sides, and a bend that made it difficult to see. Bear in mind this isn't a residential area, there isn't even a sidewalk and the nearest intersection is a good kilometre either way.

So we're driving, we get to this bend, and just before it we see a figure sort of waving us down. They were dressed kinda odd, but I figured it was some sort of running outfit. I don't wanna say it was glowing or reflective cause I don't fully remember, but it just made me assume it was some sort of running outfit. Couldn't make out his face, or anything about him other then his clothing. So he's waving us down dramatically, my dad slows down but doesn't really think anything of it. As we turn along the road, we see a car like right freaking there. It was just out of view before the curve in the road, so we would have definitely hit it if my dad didn't slow down. Dad stops, quickly checks on the driver of the car to make sure he's okay, then doubles back for some reason, maybe to thank the guy who warned us.

He drove back quite a ways. No one, on either side of the road. It was about 60 seconds from initially seeing the guy to turning around to where he was, no time for him to really go anywhere.

#5 sPoOky

I was driving on some country roads at 1 a.m. with my buddy one night in the summer. Come up to a one lane, old, rickety bridge at the bottom of a valley. The bridge is also next to an old bar that now sits abandoned and is frequently vandalized, so it's already sketchy. Pull onto the bridge and there is a car waiting on the other side At first we thought nothing of it. If a car is on the bridge you have to sit there and wait your turn to cross. But here's where it gets sPoOkY

My friend and I get closer and closer to the car, but something is wrong. We see a white glove waving at us at about half-way to the other side. As we are almost across the bridge we see that the person waving his white glove has an expressionless mask on Needless to say, we freak the fuck out as we have to slowly weave around the car and stare face to face with the person still waving. Drive off, scared shitless, but have to take the same road back We get to the bottom of the hill, car is still there, but there is no one inside. We kinda look around for a second before we gtfo of there and we haven't been back since. Fuck expressionless masks, man.

#6 I’ve seen this before, still creepy

A few years back I rented an apartment from a friend of mine. He had recently bought it and had it completely renovated. He put it up for sale but couldn't find a buyer so I offered to rent it in the meantime.

After moving in I realized there was something wrong with the lady next door. She was about 45 but looked much older. She would sit up all night listening to Christian radio shows and talking loudly to someone. It got to the point where I couldn't sleep so I went over to her place and asked her to keep it down. She opened her door and I got a quick peak. Her walks all had crosses painted on them in different colors. And words like "Jesus" and "angels" scribbled everywhere. The windows were painted black letting no light in at all. It was damp, yellow stained 50 year old carpets, dog shit and cock roaches everywhere. No dog though.

I asked her to please keep it down. She just looked at me and shut the door. Then she turned up the radio even louder.

The next night I had my GF staying over. I wake up in the middle of the night and see a shadow of a person next to the bed looking at us sleeping. I think I'm hallucinating as I usually do in the dark when I'm sleepy. But then the shadow starts talking. It's my neighbor and she's holding something in her hand. She broke in during the night and who knows how long she stood there.

"You should lock your door at night" she says and walks out.

The next morning I hear someone making strange noises below my bedroom window. It's my neighbor talking to herself in tongue. She has a plastic bag in her hand with her rotting dead dog inside. It's hot as hell outside and I can smell death from the bag.

At this point I'm scared shitless. Shes obviously very insane. I go upstairs and knock on another person's door and ask what the hell is going on. The guy is as scared as me. Apparently she broke into his apartment one evening as well while he was watching TV with his kids. He got up from the couch to get a snack only to find her behind the couch staring at him holding a power drill. (Now I know what was in her hand.)

At this stage I'm basically pooping myself. I call the cops and they know all about her. Apparently she is a violent schizophrenic and she hasn't taken her meds. But they can't force her or enter her apartment w/o her permission because she owns it. The only thing they can do is get her when she goes outside. I sit up for the next two days waiting for her to run out of cigarettes. When I hear her leave at 2am to go across the road to the 7-eleven I call the cops. They have 3 cars and a special van over in less than 2 minutes. They restrain her and throw her in the van and drive off to some institution and in less than a minute it's like she was never there.

I never see her again. Still have nightmares about her looking at me in my sleep.

#7 Creepy old man

When I was younger my mom would take me and my younger sister to the supermarket with her and let us look at the toy aisle (like maybe 1/5th of an actual aisle) for a couple minutes while she'd go up and down the nearby aisles. I remember one time my sister and I were looking at toys and this one older man started talking to me. He said "You like those toys huh?" and I'm sure I responded in the positive of course. Then he said something I remember verbatim to this very day, over 20 years later:

"If you come with me I'd buy you all these toys."

Even though I was probably only 7 or 8 I knew about stranger danger and told my sister to leave and go find our mom. We walked away and found her and I never mentioned it to anyone.

#8 REALLY avoided something catastrophic

When I was a kid I was always the last kid picked up by the bus driver to go to school.

One day I was waiting for the bus by myself and a bus with no kids pulled up.

The bus driver smiled and told me to hop on. I just had a bad feeling, I said "where are the other kids?" He said "We will go get them now, just get on." He got more and more pushy but didn't do anything crazy. I just kept saying no and he shrugged and left.

The real bus pulled up a few minutes later, I went to school and my parents didn't know until I mentioned it that night. Looking back they were pretty worried, I remember them scrambling to make a few phone calls.

#9 Avoided a catastrophe

When I was little my mom would take me to Kmart and let me wander around the toy section while she shopped (normal in the 70s). One day, as I was playing Simone Says, an old man walked up to me and was making small talk while I played. He eventually told me to come with him and took my by the hand. We walked right down the main center aisle of the store right towards the EXIT sign in the back. As we crossed the last row, I looked to the right and saw my mom at the end of the row. I told him I saw my mom and had to go. I pulled away my hand and ran down to her. I didn't tell her what happened because I didn't want to get in trouble for going with a stranger.

It was several years later that I realized that I had probably narrowly avoided being molested, kidnapped, or worse.

#10 Very creepy indeed

Last year, a guy came to my house's door around 9:00 at night. He knocked and I got my mom, and she went out to see what was up.

By the way, we live in a very rural area, so visits that late are extremely uncommon and strange.

The guy talked to my mom about how he was opening a business, asked whether she liked american-made products, then handed her a clorox container as a ‘sample.'

He went back to his minivan and opened it to get a ‘vacuum cleaner' when my mom saw five other men sitting inside. She told me to run and get my phone, since we don't have a landline. I couldn't find it, so I got my knife and stood around the corner.

She threw the container outside and told them to get the hell off her property, as well as that she was calling the cops. They peeled out of the driveway and we never saw the car again.

Two months later my mom found a single, bearded guy putting filled garbage bags by the back door. She asked him what the hell he was doing he responded by saying "this is for your little girl" (my little sister). Again, she told him to get the hell out, then went through the bags.

They were filled with garbage, dirty clothes, and empty tampon containers.

#11 An extremely well told story

I was born and raised in North Dakota.

Back when I was in high school, a group of us would research murders that occurred out in the county. We would then go out to find the scenes and film the exploration at night (this was about two years before Blair Witch). It was something to do while we got wasted on shitty beer and teenage bullshit. Eventually we ran out of places to go (ND = few people, few murders) and got really good at finding abandoned rural farmsteads by driving dirt roads and looking for the signs. Rut roads, deliberate tree groves, and old mailbox posts were common markers.

We were out looking when we spotted a tree grove that was out of place (sure sign) and drove through the field and discovered an old (but not too old) house. It had padlocks on the outside doors that were knocked off pretty easily. We dispatched of them and entered the kitchen. There were six of us, all with flashlights, and we lit up the kitchen/dining area fairly easily.

The table was the initial thing you noticed and it was strange because of how normal it looked. It was set for a meal and not a bowl was out of place. Only thing was, we'd been in dozens of these houses and place settings were a first. Especially unbroken ones.

As we investigated the area, we found the fridge had the disgusting remnants of a full stock, and the cupboards were full of canned and dry foods. This was also a first. One guy found mail on the counter from early June 1978 and another found a creepy-ass TV guide in the living room with UFO's on the cover.

All the family photos were hanging up. Mom, Dad, Bro and Sis in their 1970s glory.

Furniture was dusty, but in good condition. Closets were full. Everything was totally normal. Which was super abnormal. As we dug around the house, we all started to realize that this house had not been moved out of, it had been straight up abandoned.

Imagine locking the door to your house and never coming back.

That's the state this house was in. Complete unplanned departure. We went upstairs and split into three pairs to check out the three rooms. Ours was the closest and obviously it was the younger boys room, I can't describe what it looked like too well because almost right away from the hall, we heard the most fucking terrifying scream I've ever had the misfortune of hearing.

We went running into the hallway and were all yelling questions at each other at the same time. After a few (really long) seconds the two screamers caught their breath and said, "You have to go in and see."

Walking down the hall and through the doorway, I prayed I wouldn't act like a pussy in front of my friends. I shouldn't have been concerned because the others were as scared as I was. The room itself opened up to the left of the doorframe and centered on the right side of the room was a queenish sized bed. Propped up on pillows, with the blanket drawn to the waist, arms on top of the blanket, and worst of all, head turned slightly so it was looking you straight in the eyes when you entered the room was a life sized porcelain doll. Snow white skin, jet black hair, cold dead eyes. The dead eyes lit up with our flashlights. Like she was waiting for us. If the head hadn't been turned I could excuse it, but it was turned. Ready for when we walked in. Ready for 20 years.

Hasty fucking exits were made down the stairs and into the car. It was during the ride we started to get even more creeped out when we realized that even though the house had been abandoned, someone had taken the time to set up that goddamn doll. Not packing food, clothes, or family photos. Setting up the doll was one of the last things done in this house.

We researched their names, but got nothing. No tragic car accident. No grisly massacre. No extended family. Just a tacky time-capsule in the middle of nowhere. We found out that the county had taken possession of the land for nonpayment of taxes, explaining the locks, but never tracked down anymore information on what happened to them. Or why they left that fucking doll.

#12 Surprised no one shat bricks

In a cold winter night in a remote village from Québec, Canada, in 1990, me and my two brothers were asleep. We were 1, 3, and 6 years old.

In the middle of the night, someone entered our house without knocking, walked around and was talking to himself. Our house is 2 miles from the village, in a rural area.

My father woke up, went to the living room where the guy was. He had a car accident one mile from our house with his buddy who died instantly, and his scalp fell in front of his face, so the first time my father saw him, he saw a man with no face. He was drunk and his body was frozen. He was speaking to himself: Which means . The fact that his face was partially frozen might have saved his lives, preventing him to lose too much blood. My father took him to the hospital at 25 km from our house by car. He did survive.

To this day, my father is still blessing the fact that we never woke up during the night with all the noise.

#13 Almost got into a car with a bad person

Out of context, this is an incredibly normal story, but it suddenly gets very creepy after a few months.

One night I went out with a friend near Liverpool St, London. We were in a pub and I wanted to draw more money out so we could get more drinks. I left the pub and walked down toward the cash machine, drew out my cash, then came back. As I went to enter the door to the pub a cabbie pulled up and got out and said "Hey, excuse me?" I said hello back. "I just won the lottery!" he said. "I've got champagne and I'm going to have a party, do you want to come?" I laughed it off and told him no thanks and went into the pub.

Months later I was reading the paper on the tube and saw that a serial rapist had been arrested. He was a cab driver operating in London and was luring women into his cab by saying he'd won the lottery and had champagne. I'm guessing it was the exact same guy.