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Discussion: Real Scary & Creepy Stories Thread
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Originally posted by Alexis Neiers
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see."
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This is going to haunt me for the rest of my life 
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this isn;t really creepy but it scared the **** out of me. One time me and my friend went out to dinner, and we didn;t really feel like going home so we went for a drive and parked in this car park on the headland, it was around 9:30. Anyway we were just talking and looking at the beach when we see this car pull up a few meters away. i think nothing of it, but this guy get's out, and he's probably around 25. I'm sitting in the passenger seat and i see him walk up to my friend's window (  ) and i'm like lol ok, he's probs just going to ask for directions or some **** and then he pulls out some badge, and tells us to get out of the car and at this point we're pretty scared so my friend locks her doors and is about to turn the car on when he starts banging on the window and yelling. i **** you not, he starts like screaming. ( ) and we both start like screaming, she put the car in reverse and just floored it. we went like 100 through a 50. woo laawwd. my heart was beating so fast 
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i used to have a recurring dream during which i would be locked in my basement while an egyptian tomb would chase me and eventually a mummy would come out and start whipping me
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Member Since: 5/14/2007
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Originally posted by Alexis Neiers
someone coming into my house while i'm there is my biggest fear  |
This
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Member Since: 8/19/2013
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OH and back in March 2011 I went to soccer practice, it was my team and a team of girls practicing on the same field and then all of a sudden I hear screams and I turn around and see them pointing in the woods and there was a dead man who hung himself (it was visible from where I was) and it was terrible so then the coaches called the police and they took the body down and covered it, KEEP IN MIND I WITNESSED THIS WHOLE THING BECAUSE WE HAD TO KEEP PRACTICING and then like a ton of police cars came and we had to leave.. This was also the same day Femme Fatale came out in the US so after practice I went to store and bought my CD 
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Gyal. Me and my friend thought it'd be cool to mess around with a Oujia board in a graveyard. We were on this Halloween sleepover.
Never again. I'm lowkey scared to be alone with my friend now.
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when I was like 7 we used to live in these apartments and we were on the ground level. Well my bed faces my window, and it was summer so I had my window open but my blinds were only pulled up a little bit. So randomly one night I get up and I just look at my window and all I see is some guys eyes staring at me and I SCREAMED so loud (my parents room is RIGHT by my room) and I see the guy smile and leave, and my dad comes in and just thinks I had a nightmare but that ****ED me up. I couldn't sleep at all, I'd always lock my window shut and close the blinds and thankfully we moved to a gated community a couple months after. But I still have this fear of someone staring at me through my window and I ALWAYS keep my blinds closed 
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Member Since: 8/19/2013
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Originally posted by QueenB
when I was like 7 we used to live in these apartments and we were on the ground level. Well my bed faces my window, and it was summer so I had my window open but my blinds were only pulled up a little bit. So randomly one night I get up and I just look at my window and all I see is some guys eyes staring at me and I SCREAMED so loud (my parents room is RIGHT by my room) and I see the guy smile and leave, and my dad comes in and just thinks I had a nightmare but that ****ED me up. I couldn't sleep at all, I'd always lock my window shut and close the blinds and thankfully we moved to a gated community a couple months after. But I still have this fear of someone staring at me through my window and I ALWAYS keep my blinds closed |
This is why I would never be able to sleep on the first level of any place. Especially a hotel.
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this thread ****ed me up and im about to go to sleep
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For the last few years, my front door has been opening when I'm either alone or the only one awake, It's happened to me like 3-4 times and it has always been locked. A few months ago my neighbours went away for a holiday and left me their house keys to feed their fish everyday for a month. One night at the house I went in and locked the door being me, while feeding the fish their front door opened right in the corner of my eyes. I had to go with someone after that 
Other few things have happened while I've been alone in my house, but I've forgotten most of them 
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Member Since: 5/25/2009
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ok so my neighbor passed away 2 months ago or so
his apart has been and still is sealed no one came to
pick his stuff up or anything
child tonight when i got back from the gym
i could hear music playing loud walking down the hallway
i took my head phones off to see where it was coming from .
It was coming from his apt ............... 
I rushed in quick chile
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Member Since: 5/25/2009
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Originally posted by Ares
Gyal. Me and my friend thought it'd be cool to mess around with a Oujia board in a graveyard. We were on this Halloween sleepover.
Never again. I'm lowkey scared to be alone with my friend now. |
wait what happened tho
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Member Since: 8/18/2013
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Originally posted by Alexis Neiers
can we post random scary stories? bc this creeps the **** out of me
"About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.
Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see." |
The Smiling Man
True story that happened in Seattle. I would've **** my pants if this happened to me. Of course, you'll never catch me alone at 2am walking around outside. If I need to spend time thinking, I'll do it in my bed.
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Originally posted by Slim Shady
OH and back in March 2011 I went to soccer practice, it was my team and a team of girls practicing on the same field and then all of a sudden I hear screams and I turn around and see them pointing in the woods and there was a dead man who hung himself (it was visible from where I was) and it was terrible so then the coaches called the police and they took the body down and covered it, KEEP IN MIND I WITNESSED THIS WHOLE THING BECAUSE WE HAD TO KEEP PRACTICING and then like a ton of police cars came and we had to leave.. This was also the same day Femme Fatale came out in the US so after practice I went to store and bought my CD |
What a happy ending 
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Originally posted by TeamSelenaMarie
Oh my gosh, I've experienced something similar to this. It happened on a night in which I was having trouble sleeping. I was shuffling around in my bed and trying to find my sleep. I fella sleep and awoke shortly after, but I was (or felt like I was levitating). My legs felt like they were being pulled upwards, while my head and torso being pushed into my pillow. Then after some struggling, I was pushed forcefully down into my bed, and I couldn't move my head. Like I felt a force pushing my head into my bed, I couldn't breathe. I can't remember the transition(which is what makes me think/hope it was a dream) but then I awoke and my tv was turned on, with only static playing. Creepiest night of my life. |
I've experienced sleep paralysis and it's ****ing scary. I believe it happened to me twice.
I woke up at around 2 or 3 AM and I couldn't ****ing move anything but my eyes. I couldn't hear anything as well. It felt like an hour I was absolutely TERRIFIED. I couldn't move my hands, my fingers or my toes. I couldn't hear myself breath. I believe I didn't breathe in those scary minutes. I couldn't move my mouth either. JUST MY EYES and it was SO CREEPY since my window has a see through curtain and I can see how dark it was outside. My room was kinda huge as well so it was really creepy. I can't get myself to stand up or even move my fingers. I was just there moving my eyes around hearing NOTHING. It was absolutely insane. It's like something heavy is above me.
It was an absolutely terrifying experience. It happened twice and both scared the **** out of me.
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Another story, I wasn't affected by it but I did witness it.
When I was in fifth grade our elementary school sent home a notice about an unlicensed ice cream truck that was making circuits through our area. They had described it well right down to the fact that it had a large Spider-Man poster on the back window.
Usually we didn't think much of these kinds of things but I was scared of it because just the day before I had seen that exact truck driving through my neighbourhood/street. I even remember telling my older sister that it was weird to see an ice cream truck there since we live on a bit of a side street and usually the ice cream trucks go on particular main roads or stop at city parks and playgrounds.
What made it worse was that truck that even I was suspicious about had the exact same large spiderman poster, in fact it fit the description perfectly. This creepy guy who was unlicensed/possibly dangerous basically drove his ice cream truck right in front of my house. what makes it worse is that I don't think it had any windows
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Originally posted by musicislife11
The Smiling Man
True story that happened in Seattle. I would've **** my pants if this happened to me. Of course, you'll never catch me alone at 2am walking around outside. If I need to spend time thinking, I'll do it in my bed.
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Talking about smiling...When I grew up I heard stories that people were being hurt near a forest not too far from my home. After dark there would be one or more people who would wait among the trees and bushes and occasionally pull a random someone from their bike when they passed. They would ask you if you were happy, why you weren't smiling and if you wanted to. They'd cut small gaps in the sides of your mouth and then kick/rape you so you'd scream and the gaps would tear I refused to believe this, until years later I indeed saw some people who had scars there, which remained after they'd been stitched
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We think the house we live in haunted, we've had a few experiences, especially since the old people who lived here before us, one of them passed away. This story is coming from my mum and dad, though, so not my personal experience.
When you're in the kitchen of my house, there's an archway out to the hallway, and if you go to the left of the hallway, there's the living room and to the right is a staircase. My parents were having a conversation one night in the kitchen, while my sister and I were in the living room. Both my mum and dad saw someone sprint past the archway and up the stairs, from the direction of the living room. Both of them saw and came into the living room to see who it was who had ran upstairs and moan at both of us, but both my sister and I were in the living room unbothered by anything. Still to this day have no idea what happened there, but pretty freaky, in all honesty.
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There must be more haunted house stories! I mean, a lot of US members here, post them!
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Originally posted by BadMonster
Talking about smiling...When I grew up I heard stories that people were being hurt near a forest not too far from my home. After dark there would be one or more people who would wait among the trees and bushes and occasionally pull a random someone from their bike when they passed. They would ask you if you were happy, why you weren't smiling and if you wanted to. They'd cut small gaps in the sides of your mouth and then kick/rape you so you'd scream and the gaps would tear I refused to believe this, until years later I indeed saw some people who had scars there, which remained after they'd been stitched |
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