Life is full of weird moments, but some are more creepy and inexplicable than others. Despite all logic and pressure to diseppel the notion of the supernatural, some experiences are too bizarre to explain away, and so a shudder-inducing question mark remains.
In a popular Reddit thread, people shared their creepiest experiences that couldn't be rationalized.
I had just finished unloading a flatbed trailer full of hay, sat down on the back of the trailer and laid back to look at the night sky, when I suddenly felt like vomiting, like projectile vomiting, and there is also a plate and 5 screws in my arm and it immediately started vibrating and felt like it was heating up inside my arm, the cows around me started to run in random directions and I'm isolated, no cell service, no person around for miles, when suddenly this meteorite lit up the night sky with a blue light like it was daytime for like 3 seconds, as soon as it lit everything up, I felt better but I could see my cows running in every direction away from me, it was completely silent the whole time except for me and the cows.
When I was about 5 I saw an all grey old man sitting with his knees against his chest under my bedside table. I did a 180, when back downstairs, and never mentioned it to anyone. Still think about it to this day.
Posted this before but. Way back in the day when building plastic airplane models were a thing, my brother saved up his allowance for a month to buy this certain kit. The day he brings it home my mother and father tell us we have to go to the grocery store and we set off for the supermarket. On arrival back home my brother races up to his room to start his model while the rest of us unpack the car.
A few seconds later he come into the kitchen with a weird look on his face, not frightened but not ok either. He asks us is this a joke? We all have no idea what hes talking about and ask him whats going on? He repeats "IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE" almost yelling it at us. My mom now realizes hes serious and grabs him by the hand and asks whats wrong.
My brother turns and says "very funny guys.what did you do buy another model and swap mine out for it?" My dad kinda laughed and said " no what are you talking about?" My brother rushes upstairs to his room and flies back down this time with a fully glued and painted model, the exact same one he purchased before. The box is shreaded on his bedroom floor.
My parents turn white, call the neighbors to see if anyone was seen on the property and start checking the rest of the house. Nothing else was touched, no doors were unlocked all windows sealed. This wasnt the only odd thing that would happen there but I remember it vividly because of my parents reaction. There is no humanly possible way that model was built, glued and painted in the time we were gone from the house. I would assume a prank by my dad who has that kind of humor but it probably was the only time ive ever seen him seem scared. He has never admitted to it in 30 plus years.
When I was in Highschool we use to play this stupid game we called Michael Meyers. It was basically just hide and seek but in the dark. You had to play at night with no lights on and the curtains drawn, no sounds playing and "Michael Meyers" had to wait in the basement for a few minutes while everyone hid.
One night we decide to play while my mom is out working. It was my brother, a few of my cousins, my friend and my little sister was probably 6 or so at the time. After a few rounds I am found first and have to be Michael. I don't like being the seeker alone so I ask if my friend can do it with me. Everyone was fine with it so we go and sit in the basement and wait. It's important during this part that you remain silent so you can hear where people are running to give you an advantage.
After the 5 minute wait time we left the basement and stood in the office for a minute to let our eyes adjust to the dark. We left the office after searching briefly and went into the dining room.
From the dining room you could see into the kitchen in the left and the living room on the right. We were pretty sure we heard every one run upstairs so we started heading to the living room when my friend said my sister was hiding on top of the fridge. I look over and she was peering through the door way from on top of the fridge, you could see her hair hanging and she was small. I assumed my brother put her up there as a joke because she definitely couldn't get up there herself.
I told my friend that we would just ignore her because she couldn't be seeker anyway. So we went upstairs to find everyone else. We found my cousins first. My brother was very good at this game and since we knew where my sister was we just gave up searching and yelled that he could come out from hiding. We switch on some lights and he came out of hiding with my sister.
My friend immediately started freaking out and asked my brother if she had been with him the whole time because we definitely saw her on top of the fridge. My brother ran downstairs turning the lights on as he went but there was no one down there. He checked everywhere in the house. No one.
I really felt like he had to have been messing with us but we would have heard someone moving around. The house was seriously dead quiet. I have tried to figure out everything it could have been beside my sister but I just don't know what it was. Its really not a great memory and still gives me goosebumps. I never played the game again and was never really comfortable in that house after that.
This just happened the other night. was sound asleep, on my side, when I felt someone poking my shoulder real hard, sort of jabbing it with a couple fingers. I sat up in bed so fast it made me a little dizzy. No one was there but I could feel the exact spot on my shoulder where those fingers had been poking. I couldn't go back to sleep, and even after an hour on reddit, i could still feel that sore spot on my shoulder.
My mom told me once that the weirdest thing she ever saw was a big white dog that came toward her on the street but when she turned around, the dog wasn't there anymore. It wasn't a crowded street or anything, it was just gone. The weird part about it is that I've seen the white dog too. I was heading down a street alone and then there was this big white dog next to me.
When I turned around, it was gone. I am certain I saw it and that it was there. I don't usually believe in ghosts and I'm the kind of person to watch ghost vids on YouTube in the middle of the night and go to bed with no problems because I don't believe in that stuff, but that dog thing that happened to both my mom and I is something I think about often.
I was 10 and visiting my grandma for the weekend so I could go to a wedding with her. I had woken up in the middle of the night to see my two stepbrothers standing over me. Now, I'd have no problem with this, they sleep walk, but they were three states away for a funeral.
I ordered something from Ebay, and something from Amazon. Two parcels arrive, one plain, and one in an Amazon box. Upon opening them I find the Amazon receipt inside the other box. It really felt like I was in the Truman show and the props guys had made an error.
I guess Ebay person could have had a spare amazon box and used it to ship their thing, and the amazon parcel could have been a third party, so not have had the branded packaging?
Freaked me out for a few hours.
When I was younger, around 7 or 8 my mother, brother and I were living in a very old flat in a city a few hours from London. It’s a pretty old place and there are Slave Trade memorials all over the city, especially close to where we lived.
I used to have terrible night terrors so my mum moved me into her bedroom. I remember it very clearly, it was a large room and her bed was to the right of me, while my bed was vertical and facing the bedroom door. It was small, smaller than a regular single, and had metal railings all around it, no clue why but I remember it always made me feel safe.
I don’t know how soon after I moved into my mums room it started, but someone began visiting me. I say someone because this did not appear to be an entity or otherworldly creature, it looked like a man.
Every night, I would lie awake clutching the covers desperately, and waiting for him so I could scream. Don’t ask me why I didn’t scream first, in my child brain I think I was afraid if I screamed before I saw him he’d be mad.
Every night I would hear BOOM. BOOM. BOOM, which was the sound of his boots on the stairs, he walked very slowly so there was always about a 2 second gap between each step, doesn’t sound long but consider how quickly you actually walk up the stairs.
The BOOM of his boots would continue until he reached top, where he would slowly turn into my room, his boots would suddenly not make any noise, almost as if he wasn’t even touching the floor.
He was grey and faded, like a water colour. He wore a straw hat that he had tipped over his eyes so the top of his face was hidden, plus his head was always slightly bent forward as if he was looking at the floor. He wore dungarees and a shirt underneath that appeared tattered, and in his mouth was some kind of piece of hay or long grass or something, which he chewed as he walked.
He would make his way slowly to my bed, not looking up or changing pace, and the scariest part was I never could tell if he knew I was there or not. I couldn’t tell if he was just coming in my room because he wanted to be in that room or he was there for me, either way it was f*cking terrifying.
I mention I had night terrors before, because when I first saw him I thought he was a night terror. But then I started staying awake, and I waited for him because I was too scared to fall asleep and wake up with him stood over me. I know he was real, I felt him, I felt the presence of another person, I heard him, and I saw him. I would blink and then look, blink and look and he’d still be there walking.
Before he could get too close, I would scream, my mother would wake up, and I’d tell her he had come.
Eventually she went to my grandad (her dad) for help, she was genuinely scared and didn’t know what to do. I was scared in the day and scared at night, I was a wreck. She’s not a religious person per se, but she is highly spiritual. They believed he was a slave.
I don’t know exactly what they did, but I wasn’t allowed in that room for a couple of days, my mother had frankincense and some other herbs, and they spent time in the room speaking light and positive incantations. She asked whoever he was not to harm me, and to leave because I was afraid.
After that he never came back, it was like he’d never been there. I’m 27 now, it’s not exactly bloodcurdling fear like it was back then, but every now and then if I’m in a room and walk into a dark hallway, I shudder thinking about him, and where he really came from.
I used to live in a cheap, sketchier, and older neighborhood. My room was upstairs and I had a window facing my backyard. There was some leftover items from the last renters that I found: planks of wood, tools, and even a rusty butcher knife planted into the ground. The backyard had no fence surrounding it at all, and my parents needed to build one. I remember waking up many nights hearing footsteps in the backyard.
They would walk slowly, always leading up to directly below and facing my window. I never looked but I sensed that I was being watched. Then they would simply walk away. I told my parents desperately, but there wasn’t really anything that they could do. A phone was found in our backyard around that time and we returned it a sketchy character saying that he was chasing after his dog and must’ve dropped it. Once a fence was built I never heard the footsteps again.
When I was a kid I shared a bed with my dad. One night with both me and my dad in bed the radio was softly playing a local fm station when a loud and disturbing satanic voice started mumbling incomprehensible nonsense (to me at least) for 10 seconds. I asked my dad what the hell that was as I was totally disturbed and he told me in a serious tone he will explain what happened in the future.
It spooked me as I've never heard something like this on the radio before, and we always had the radio on most nights. I'm old enough to understand some semblance of English at that point in time, so that incomprehensible mumbling is totally out of place. I could ask my dad now but I doubt he will remember it.
Who knows, it could just be the FM station making a sex joke and my dad obviously isn't gonna explain what it means. Don't know why, but I can't forget this seemingly insignificant incident.
My godfather's mouth hung open while I was staring at him in his coffin. I was seven, and it was my first time seeing a dead body. The family blamed an inexperienced mortician, but until now I can never be sure if that was the case.
One time when I was 12 I was on the phone with a friend sitting outside when I saw a guy who was dressed funnily walk by. He was wearing a shirt that was the American flag (it didn't have the flag on it, it WAS the flag lol) a big winter coat (this was in Texas during summer), and short shorts. I laughed and told my friend what I just saw. She was silent for a bit so I asked if she was still there.
In a confused and slightly concerned voice she said "uh, yeah. its just that a guy wearing the exact same thing just walked past my house." when I asked her questions about his appearance, I nearly shat myself. this was the exact guy that just walked past my house. we lived 30 minutes apart from each other so there is absolutely no way this guy could be at both our houses at the same time. This happened 6 years ago and creeps me out to this day.
TL;DR: A man wearing strange clothes walked by both me, and a friend who lived 30 minutes away at the exact same time.
When I was a child, I lived in a house that had a very large, two story high entry way with a long staircase leading to the entrance. Across from the staircase was a large, antique mirror.
I was alone in the house, my mother and siblings out for groceries, and listening to music, when I stopped to look at my own reflection.
I saw myself in the reflection of the mirror descend the staircase. I ripped my headphones off and turned around, but I, of course, was not there. No one was.
Both of these stories are water-related, but widely different.
I spent most of my school years in the swimming teams of wherever I studied. I wasn't really keen on competitions, mostly because I just liked the hard swimming. I was a troubled kid and I liked the strange quietness of the water.
So, one day, after class, I decided I wanted to swim for a bit, just to chill after a long day of consecutive tests. The swimming pool was in sort of a gym building, apart from the rest of the school and pretty empty in those off-class hours. When I enter, it was completely deserted. Only the lights were on. Not even the lifeguard was present (thinking back, that's kind of a hazard).
I quickly go to the locker room to get changed into my swimming gear and just like that, I'm in the water, doing laps over and over. I picked the middle lane of the pool because it was my favorite and if one of the older bully kids decided to f*ck around with the heating system (which happened pretty often), I wouldn't get blasted with a stream of cold water mid swimming session.
As I was about to take a breath by turning my head to the left, I see a man swimming on the lane right beside me. Not an older kid or anything, an actual adult. He looked incredibly pale, but it could've been just the water and the pool's lights f*cking with my eyesight. But something I immediatly noticed something weird: I didn't hear that guy jump in the pool, nor did I hear him swimming. With the exception of the sound of my own swimming, it was dead quiet.
I thought that maybe I was just too distracted and didn't notice, so I kept swimming. I take my breath and when I look again, the guy's gone. I looked around in the pool as I got closer and closer to the end of that lap and there was nobody. As soon as I got to the edge, I got out of the pool and checked if someone was around. Nobody. The floor everywhere was also dry, so nobody but me entered or left the pool. I felt really creeped out, so I changed back into my school uniform and got out of the pool as fast as I could. My friends laugh at the story, but when I told the coach about it, he acted weird, like he knew something, but never spoke of it again.
The other one happened at sea. I was 17 at the time and travelled to Cabo Frio (in Rio de Janeiro - I'm Brazilian) with a few friends to catch some waves. At the time, I was really into bodyboarding, as were my friends. We spent 5 days there and every single day was spent on the beach.
On our last day, a swell came up and we caught some pretty big ones. The beach we were in had some sand banks pretty far into the water, where the bigger waves usually showed up. Logically, we were there. Problem was that everything after that sand bank was open sea. The beach we were bodyboarding at had a sideways current, so we never had to worry about being pulled far into the ocean if we didn't go too far in. But, as I said, it was a swell day. The current was getting pretty strong and people were leaving the water because the waves were getting scary and the sun was setting.
Being the stupid and overconfident teens we were, we didn't take the hint to leave. It didn't help that the sideways current took us pretty far from where most people were.
Eventually, we were just waiting for a final bunch of waves, so we could leave the water and take the bus back home. Except the waves never came. The current got really strong out of nowhere and all 3 of us were being violently dragged into the open sea. We were absolutely terrified. The sun was about to set and there we were, getting closer and closer to not being rescued.
And then, something pushed us. Not like a current, but something. I could feel this weird texture, like kelp and scales pushing my legs and my feet forwards and my friend Luis screamed that he felt like someone was pulling his board towards the coast. Whatever it was, it was strong, because in no time, we were at the sand bank and immediately, there was a huge wave, which we rode till we reached the sand.
When we came out of the water, we were all shaking, terrified of what could've just happened. Whatever it was that threw us towards a wave, we were very thankful. Nobody talked much when we walked back to the bus station. Whenever me and these two friends meet, we mention this story and laugh it off, but I always wonder what happened.
I'm a pretty skeptic guy and not at all religious, but I really can't explain what happened to me in these two occasions.
I have a few other stories, if anyone wants to hear.
A group of mates and I saw a bunch of moving lights in the thick of the woods we were camping in, quite some ways up in the air, moving with ease when doing so should be impossible. It was admittedly dark, and I do feel that there is a rational explanation, but I could never figure it out.
Also, and I am not a big believer in things spiritual at all, I was in NZ when my Granddad passed in the UK and I felt it, for lack of a better phrase. I immediately text my Dad to check in on him as he was receiving the call saying he had just passed. It was expected and probably a coincidence, but it brought my Dad some peace at least.
A long while back, when I was living with my first girlfriend, my mom came to visit. One morning while they were in the kitchen, I was sleeping in, was in that state of half awake / half asleep, and could hear them talking in the kitchen. As I'm lying there, in that state of twilight, I start dreaming I'm on a beach, like a cold, North Atlantic beach, like the coast of Ireland or England, with a rocky shore instead of sand, and I can hear the footsteps of someone coming closer to me.
I'm listening to my GF and my mother in the kitchen, and at the same time I'm listening to this man approach. The whole time, I could tell the man had a sense that he could see me as well, and then the footsteps get right up to me, and I hear them stop. Then there's a pause, and then sonofabitch if I don't feel his hand on my arm.
And I sit straight up, freaked the f*ck out, and I sweat to God I felt the lingering sensation of a hand, as if it had just had a hold of my forearm lingering. Never told anyone about this.
I often wonder if, one morning, a fisherman out in Ireland was out on the beach and somehow saw me in the mists, then reached out to see if I was real.
When I was growing up my family lived in a small two bedroom trailer. My older sister and I had one room while my parents shared the other. My mom was convinced that it was haunted. From her bed she could see an old reclining chair in the living room. Some nights she would suddenly wake up and see an old man sitting in it, staring out the window.
She'd always wake my dad up and send him to go investigate. He'd stomp in the room, and turn the empty chair around. This apparently happened quite a bit. I believe my sister also used to claim to see a old man standing in her closet. She was young enough that she doesn't remember much so I don't have any more story there.
Mom also swore that some days she'd hear giggling and see a little blonde girl running down the hallway. At first she'd always assume it was me and go to investigate only to find the house empty. We moved out of that trailer after a few years.
I didn't know anything about this until years later when I was in college. One of my childhood friends and I were hanging out at my parents place when a paranormal show came on. My dad made a joke about the wife in the show always sending her husband to investigate noises in the middle of the night before following it up with "who does that sound like". After some prodding I got my mom to tell the story. She sticks by her story and believes to this day that, while the girl's spirit was friendly, the old man seemed malicious.
If the story stopped there I'd say it could just be my mom having an overactive imagination. However, my friend seemed freaked out by the story. She asked my parents where the trailer was (we lived in a small village so it wasn't hard to pinpoint) and it turns out that one of her brother's best friends bought the trailer from the older couple that my parents had sold the place to. The whole family swore the place was haunted. They always talked about how a spirit of an old man would sit in a chair in the living room and stare out the window. The trailer passed through a number of different hands before burning down a few years ago.
I have a few other weird stories but this one is by far the hardest for me to explain.
When I was about 10, I was hanging out with my younger brother (8 at the time) and our neighbor (also 8M) in our house on a normal Saturday afternoon. It was starting to get dark outside and we had the brilliant thought to break out the new Ouija Board my brother had gotten as a present recently. We went upstairs to my brother's room, turned off the lights and drew the curtains, and unboxed the Ouija Board which was glow-in-the-dark.
Growing up, my brother had 3 small paintings hung on his wall which were depictions of winter, summer, and fall-- had been hung solidly for at least 6 years when this story takes place (this is important later). We started messing around with the Ouija Board, with one of us kids obviously pulling on one end of the planchette to manipulate answers.
Eventually, we asked, "are there any spirits here?" and the planchette moved to "yes" with no obvious manipulation from any of the 3 of us. This was kinda spooky, so we asked "do you want us to stop?" and the planchette moved to "yes" again. Immediately after this, the painting on the far left inexplicably falls off the wall and the glass on it cracks. We freak out, turn on the lights, my mom comes upstairs and reassures us that it's fine, there are no malevolent ghosts, just a coincidence, whatever.
We calm down, my mom leaves to continue making dinner, and we kinda shrug and turn the lights back off to continue playing with the Ouija Board. We keep asking it questions and getting nonsense answers until we ask "are you angry?" The planchette moves to "yes" with no pulling from anyone, right as the painting right next to the one that JUST fell off the wall ALSO inexplicably falls to the ground, this time shattering the glass.
This made us fully freak out, mom comes upstairs and puts the Ouija Board away, and I have literally never played with one since. Our house was old but there was no other paranormal kind of activity, nor do I really "believe" in ghosts or anything but this experience was just too strange and creepy to explain. The paintings continued to hang just fine for years after that.
About 25 years ago my mother got an envelope in the mail. There was no return address, it just simply said “Florida”. At the time, we didn’t know anybody living in Florida and we were living over 1000 miles away.
When she opened the envelope, she found a baby picture of herself. Attached was a note that said “I think you sent this by mistake”. She insisted that the photo had been stored away years earlier into a box in the basement closet, along with hundreds of other old photos. She never took it out, let alone sent it to anyone. To this day she never found out what exactly had happened and how the random person in Florida had gotten our address.