Creepy True Stories

Had sex in a cemetery.

Very much a spur of the moment thing for me. The woman I was with, I am not sure. I got the feeling she had planned things, but it was some of the wildest sex I ever had with her.
 
My house turns 160 years old this year and I see the same presence everywhere. I could draw him for you if I could draw. Always in a suit, with a hat, and old fashioned—mid-nineteenth century in his style and facial hair. He always appears when I’m doing DIY projects, which I do to restore the house to her maximum glory. I use as many historically accurate products as I can, using old techniques with the wood and plaster. I adore this house; she’s such a part of me. And so when I’m working, I see him in mirrors, just watching, almost checking the work. He’s only ever just there out of the corner of my eye. He has a kindness about him that gypsies like me can sense, so I’m never, ever afraid to see him. He seems genuinely interested in what I’m doing, and I feel a sense of contentment almost from the house itself when I’ve done something that really needed doing properly.

I researched the house. She has a fancy historic name and was built by the original county land surveyor here. I saw an old silver plate photo of him when he was an old man.

And it’s the same man I see. The original owner.

My wife tells me stories about when she was in HS. Her dad bought a townhouse in Old Town Alexandria, VA that had been a brothel in the 1700s. She saw stuff and had things happen that if I didn't know her would make me wonder what substances she was using. Crying in the night, figures in hallways, stereo turning itself on or off (way before remotes existed).
 
Who cares that November is upon us! This thread is a good read....
Ok, in 1997 I was working (cleaning at night) at Monsanto Chemical Corp.in MA, right next to a huge army airbase. Monsanto has a bad rep and has since changed their name.
As I took one of my many breaks, I looked out the window of a tall office building while fiddling with my Walkman.
I saw, I swear, a huge fire ball in the sky over the airbase or the far edge of Monsanto. The thing was huge and just hovered. Stayed still, actually. The only way I could judge the scale of the unidentified fire ball was because of the many smaller jets or helicopters flying around it. They looked tiny in front of this almost sun. I watched for ten minutes, then tried to page my friend, who was cleaning a different building in this huge campus. I could not get a hold of him.
Then, with at least four planes buzzing around it, the fireball took off, straight up into the air, and was gone in five seconds, leaving only the army jets buzzing in an empty sky.
"Well, that is no UFO," I thought. "They look like discs, not fire balls."
Only years later, I saw on the interwebs, that fireball UFO's are an unexplained but not unpopular phenomenon. They are real.
 
Have you ever settled down to sleep and something strange happened? Was it your mind drifting off into a dream or was it real? Can dreams happen so quickly???

I try not to think of this at bedtime so I'll share it with you now.

Back in the summer I was settling into bed. I'd just turned to my side and flung my arm across the pillow next to me, closing my eyes to sink into sleep. It was then that I felt my finger being listed and my hand raising from the pillow. I grabbed it back to my side quickly.

I would love to say my children were pranking me, but they were a couple thousand miles away. These days, I put my hand over on that pillow and grip it tight, or wrap it in a blanket so nothing can grab it. Writing this still has my heart pounding and NOT in a good way.
 
Had sex in a cemetery.

Very much a spur of the moment thing for me. The woman I was with, I am not sure. I got the feeling she had planned things, but it was some of the wildest sex I ever had with her.
Back in my feral youth "going parking" on a date was still a thing. I had so much sex in cemeteries. Usually in my car but not always. It wasn't a fetish thing or the like but I grew up in rural Arkansas and back roads and tiny communities often had small churches with very old, often no longer used grave yards so privacy was a certainty. Unless them there dead folk was a-watchin'.
 
Back in my feral youth "going parking" on a date was still a thing. I had so much sex in cemeteries. Usually in my car but not always. It wasn't a fetish thing or the like but I grew up in rural Arkansas and back roads and tiny communities often had small churches with very old, often no longer used grave yards so privacy was a certainty. Unless them there dead folk was a-watchin'.
Same in Georgia. I don't ever recall anyone else showing up like they would out by the lake.
 
True story happened close by...

Older man and lady went to feed some pet rams I think they were big horn in a pen.Man told his wife to stay in the car as I go feed them.Anyways,a big male ram attacked the man eventually killing him,the lady got out of the car to help him and attacked her/killed her too.

Good grief...
 
There's also the story of workers butchering goats after work in the back of a restaurant too.Then they didn't clean up properly and mixed the restaurant food with goat blood/guts whatever and got a whole town real sick.One person died but couldn't prove it was from that but did eat there recently.

Good grief...
 
One of my earliest memories was almost being kidnapped. It was the late 80s, my mom always made us dress up to visit grandparents on Easter so I had on a dress and dress shoes, itchy wool tights- you know perfect for kids playing stuff s/. Anyway grandparents live literally on the side of a mountain with one road going up and one down thats it- about five blocks of houses.



The big ask was always being able to go for a walk with my slightly older cousin around the block. My mom relented because theres not a lot of houses/people and its a small town anyway. So young me probably about six? And older cousin about eight were allowed go walk around the block while our parents visited inside.





We were walking down the street when a car pulled up and parked. I know this will sound like bullshit but one of the reasons i remeber this so well is because my stomach straight up dropped. Something felt off. Well cousin and I turned to walk to back street where theres like one or two houses. When we reached the street to turn up, the car door opened and a younger guy in aviator glasses, a black jacket and jeans stepped out.



My cousin felt it was weird too so she tugged my slow ass in dress shoes up the hill quickly. The man started after us. We made it to the top of the hill, but he was very close. We had to turn again at the top of the hill which only had one house. The whole time we are screaming. No one comes. Its a out of the way place on a cold grey day, a holiday where i guess we not a lot of neighbors were home and our parents were ensconced inside my grandparents house.



We turned at the top of the hill running now. The road at the top is dirt. Two things happened to allow me to not be taken. One as the man nearly got to us he tripped over a rock or something and went down. Two my cousin literally dragged my slow ass ( keep in mjnd shorter legs running on dirt too in shoes with no tread ln them) and somehow managed to get us both around the corner and down the hill towards my grandparents.



By the time we reached my grandparents, the man was watching us run into the yard and the front porch. Im sobbing. He does not come down the front way towards us but turns around. My cousin and I sat in the screened in porch and she convinced my dumb ass to not tell out parents because we would never be allowed on walks or over to the park further down.



A few years later when my cousin stayed over, we told the story to my mom who obviously had a melt down. She went and got my dad. What could they do years later though? Never saw that guy again, continued playing outdoors with cousins on weekend at grandparents.



So tldr: almost kidnapped as a child in easter finery by some rando, saved by a rock and a cousin who somehow managed to get both of us away. At any time a number of things could have lead to me being on a milk carton. My cousin passed last year but I always think about her saving. Also of course of her convincing me not to talk. Kids are dumb.
That is one helluva creepy tale. I'm sorry it happened to you...:rose:
 
I heard this very strange vibration/humming noise that was loud and continually changing in pitch. It was right next to me. I was standing in a neighbor's driveway leaning against their palm tree, my right arm extended holding my weight as I leaned. What was humming?

It was the 4th of July and I was a teenager. We were getting creative using fireworks. Our latest "mission" was to see how high we could launch an upside-down, empty, 5-gallon can of coffee. We tried a firecracker, but it didn't do much. So we did 5 at the same time under the can. It lifted, but not that satisfactorily. So, someone came up with the winning idea - M80's!

We kept a reasonable distance since M80's were pretty powerful - me leaning against the palm tree. When it went off, we were sort of disappointed as the can lurched to the side but didn't skyrocket up like we hoped. That's when I hear the vibration - right next to me.

Instead of blowing the entire can upwards like we thought it would, it merely ripped off the top lid and hurled it at an amazing speed right at me. It embedded itself about 1/3 of the way into the palm tree above my hand and at forehead level. it hit with such force that the lid was vibrating and oscillating at a crazy frequency that I heard right next to me. Had the lid been 4 inches more to the right, I wouldn't be typing this right now.
 
And there's this story... also true

A guy was breaking into a restaurant or some kind of building here and was coming in through a ventilation shaft.And of course halfway through he got stuck and couldn't move.Few weeks passed maybe a month or two and employees started complaining about a horrible smell somewhere and nobody could find it.But yes it was discovered eventually,a dead body.

Good grief...
 
Well not creepy but I saw this one personally...

Sitting at an intersection waiting on the light to change and I saw a huge piano just slide off a flatbed truck as it was making a turn.Of course it smashed into a thousand pieces and wow what a mess

Good grief...
 
I'm another one who almost ended up on a milk carton.

Back in the dark ages, probably somewhere around '79, I was ~13 and walking several blocks to a friend's house. Small town, very small town -everyone mostly knew everyone else. I was up on the sidewalk, slightly higher than the street, a car rolled to a stop just in front of me (I was walking opposite of the direction of the car). As I walked towards it, the passenger (older woman) rolled down the window and motioned to me.

I slowed down but didn't stop, and she asked me where a gas station was. My mom grew up in a big city and always told me, "Adults don't ask kids where such and such a place is....a kid isn't going to know where Murphy's Upholstery Shop is." We lived on a short side street, a block off the main drag that had plenty of gas stations on it - AND at the end of the block, where they would have had to drive past it, was a little mom and pop grocery store.

I pointed to the end of the street and said, "Go that way." As I kept walking. She said, "Honey, I can't hear you, come closer." And kept motioning me towards the car. There was a guy driving, and he was just sitting there.

At that point, I bolted. I was a runner, and I ran FULL OUT away from them and towards my friend's house....I zig zagged a few blocks through yards, so they couldn't follow me.

When I got to friend's house, I called and told my mom about it and she called the police and I gave a description of the man/woman and the car.

Freaks me out to this day; if I'd been younger, or more naive, it could have gone in a really different direction.

Also, I grew up in a totally haunted house, LOTS of stories there!
 
I'm another one who almost ended up on a milk carton.

Back in the dark ages, probably somewhere around '79, I was ~13 and walking several blocks to a friend's house. Small town, very small town -everyone mostly knew everyone else. I was up on the sidewalk, slightly higher than the street, a car rolled to a stop just in front of me (I was walking opposite of the direction of the car). As I walked towards it, the passenger (older woman) rolled down the window and motioned to me.

I slowed down but didn't stop, and she asked me where a gas station was. My mom grew up in a big city and always told me, "Adults don't ask kids where such and such a place is....a kid isn't going to know where Murphy's Upholstery Shop is." We lived on a short side street, a block off the main drag that had plenty of gas stations on it - AND at the end of the block, where they would have had to drive past it, was a little mom and pop grocery store.

I pointed to the end of the street and said, "Go that way." As I kept walking. She said, "Honey, I can't hear you, come closer." And kept motioning me towards the car. There was a guy driving, and he was just sitting there.

At that point, I bolted. I was a runner, and I ran FULL OUT away from them and towards my friend's house....I zig zagged a few blocks through yards, so they couldn't follow me.

When I got to friend's house, I called and told my mom about it and she called the police and I gave a description of the man/woman and the car.

Freaks me out to this day; if I'd been younger, or more naive, it could have gone in a really different direction.

Also, I grew up in a totally haunted house, LOTS of stories there!
You did well in that situation...

Now about those haunted house stories...spill the beans...
 
You did well in that situation...

Now about those haunted house stories...spill the beans...

Thank you! I thank my mom for instilling that whole concept of 'adults have no business talking randomly to kids'.

Haunted house stories: lived in 2 houses that were haunted. First one was mom's - dates from late 1800's and an elderly woman had died in the house two owners previous to us. She appeared mostly to my brother, she seemed very concerned with his welfare. One time when he was sick, lying in his bed with whatever illness, he woke to see her sitting there on the edge of the bed, keeping an eye on him. My brother is very logical (environmental engineer) and for him to confess that in his adulthood...yeah, it happened.

I'd stay up late at night with my mom and watch Columbo and Night Stalker, This Old House...whatever and after saying goodnight to her, I'd stand at the back staircase fumbling for the lightswitch and often hear victrola music. When I called her over and asked her to listen, she'd hear it too. Very LOUD and the tune was audible.

We kids hated the attic - very creaky and not a play space so we never went up there - we'd often drive to the city to see my aunt or grandmother and when we got home late at night, the attic light would be on. HUGE 4k' 4 level house, so the attic light showed up like a beacon. My mom would immediately go into a rant about which one of us was up in the attic and left the light on...yeah, NONE of us mom! It was one of those turn switches, so not bumpable or someone brushed up against it..it had to be physically turned to go on.

I often saw a lot of shadow people - the house has a zillion rooms and I'd see someone walk in front of me or into another room and when I got there, thinking it was brother or sister...no one was there. The main event with that, was - Ex and I dated in HS and one bright, sunny afternoon we were in the basement 'kid's area' where there was a pool table and couch etc...we were on the couch making out and suddenly the room got dark. I opened my eyes and saw this HUGE shadow standing next to us, blocking the light. Grabbed ex and went back upstairs, never to go into the basement again.

My oldest has been over to the house to get mail when mom is out of town - there have been times when she could physically NOT open the back door...she felt the push from inside the empty house against the door. No rugs or anything that could have made it stick shut. She's said things like, "Ffs, I just need to go in and water the plants" and then she tries the door again and it opens....weird things like that.

When we sleep over, and stay in my brother's old room, the door ALWAYS opens at night, usually several times by itself unless I pull the dresser over and block it (someone once told me, 'it's when the furnace goes on and it creates a vacuum....lol, the house has a boiler - ancient radiators and electric baseboard heat). The electronic alarm clock in that room will go off randomly....and it's UNPLUGGED.

Funny story, my mom slept in that room one night when she had her bedroom painted...she DOES NOT like to talk about the 'hauntings' but I laughed one day at lunch and mentioned the alarm clock and she got PISSED at me....apparently I should have told her before because it went off on her and she flipped out!
 
Thank you! I thank my mom for instilling that whole concept of 'adults have no business talking randomly to kids'.

Haunted house stories: lived in 2 houses that were haunted. First one was mom's - dates from late 1800's and an elderly woman had died in the house two owners previous to us. She appeared mostly to my brother, she seemed very concerned with his welfare. One time when he was sick, lying in his bed with whatever illness, he woke to see her sitting there on the edge of the bed, keeping an eye on him. My brother is very logical (environmental engineer) and for him to confess that in his adulthood...yeah, it happened.

I'd stay up late at night with my mom and watch Columbo and Night Stalker, This Old House...whatever and after saying goodnight to her, I'd stand at the back staircase fumbling for the lightswitch and often hear victrola music. When I called her over and asked her to listen, she'd hear it too. Very LOUD and the tune was audible.

We kids hated the attic - very creaky and not a play space so we never went up there - we'd often drive to the city to see my aunt or grandmother and when we got home late at night, the attic light would be on. HUGE 4k' 4 level house, so the attic light showed up like a beacon. My mom would immediately go into a rant about which one of us was up in the attic and left the light on...yeah, NONE of us mom! It was one of those turn switches, so not bumpable or someone brushed up against it..it had to be physically turned to go on.

I often saw a lot of shadow people - the house has a zillion rooms and I'd see someone walk in front of me or into another room and when I got there, thinking it was brother or sister...no one was there. The main event with that, was - Ex and I dated in HS and one bright, sunny afternoon we were in the basement 'kid's area' where there was a pool table and couch etc...we were on the couch making out and suddenly the room got dark. I opened my eyes and saw this HUGE shadow standing next to us, blocking the light. Grabbed ex and went back upstairs, never to go into the basement again.

My oldest has been over to the house to get mail when mom is out of town - there have been times when she could physically NOT open the back door...she felt the push from inside the empty house against the door. No rugs or anything that could have made it stick shut. She's said things like, "Ffs, I just need to go in and water the plants" and then she tries the door again and it opens....weird things like that.

When we sleep over, and stay in my brother's old room, the door ALWAYS opens at night, usually several times by itself unless I pull the dresser over and block it (someone once told me, 'it's when the furnace goes on and it creates a vacuum....lol, the house has a boiler - ancient radiators and electric baseboard heat). The electronic alarm clock in that room will go off randomly....and it's UNPLUGGED.

Funny story, my mom slept in that room one night when she had her bedroom painted...she DOES NOT like to talk about the 'hauntings' but I laughed one day at lunch and mentioned the alarm clock and she got PISSED at me....apparently I should have told her before because it went off on her and she flipped out!
Those are fantastic stories. Thank you for sharing them. I used to watch Columbo and Night Stalker myself. Same with This Old House. Seems we like similar things...

Loved those stories...
 
Those are fantastic stories. Thank you for sharing them. I used to watch Columbo and Night Stalker myself. Same with This Old House. Seems we like similar things...

Loved those stories...
Thanks! When I have a moment I'll continue with the house we used to live in up until about 2 years ago.

I'm guessing we're of a similar age then - unless you watched them as an adult - I think I was early teens.
 
The last house we lived in was less? haunted? but more intense AND the haunter was well known to my H.

Background: H married into a family who ran a family farm dating from the '40's....the father was an asshole/pedophile to put it nicely - it was one of those 'known secrets' that no one did anything about. Five kids in the family and they all were abused in one form or another by this man. The house itself dates from 1850's...a very old, dilapidated farmhouse.

H and the one daughter 'bought' the house from the widow at some point....When H and the daughter divorced, she didn't want the house (um, duh?) so H bought it from her. No real hauntings happened that he could remember during his time living there, which was 20? or so years.

We met here on Lit and got together and eventually I spent the night there. Woke up to see a man standing next to the bed with a long gun looking at me. H had not told me any of the family history at this point, so I had no idea who the man could be - and hello? being used to living in a haunted house...I didn't freak but just waited for H to wake up. When he did, I asked who the man could be and he said 'Oh fuck, it's ex's dad." And then we discussed some of the history etc.

Obviously, the dad was not happy I was there...and it got worse.

One night H was out at a meeting and I was home with my two dogs; a Shepherd and a Lab mix, watching TV and hanging out. We had decided to work on remodeling the house and one of the downstairs bedrooms was in a state of repair - a few items of heavy furniture were in the middle of the room and nothing else. Suddenly, I heard a HUGE bang come from that side of the house (just off the LR where I was) and the whole house shook. HUGE - like car crashing into the house, airplane crashing into the cornfield....awful, scary noise.

I went to the bedroom, expecting to see a car sticking out of the wall..nothing. The dogs stood in the doorway and refused to set one foot into it while I was there. We went outside, looked around, nothing. I texted H, who would have known at that point if there was a crash anywhere and he said, 'no'. Nothing disturbed in the room. No trees down in the field or around the house...just nothing at all to account for the noise/shaking.

One night, when we were watching tv, an entire shelf fell out of a cabinet in the kitchen. None of the pegs had given way, there was no reason for it to fall - everything on that shelf was mine - glasses, coffee cups, etc - things I had brought with me when I moved in.

I often felt like I was being observed - especially in the bathroom. Creepy, goosebumps 'someone is watching me' feelings. AND also when H and I were having 'us time'...the door would swing open, things would 'crash' from other parts of the house....

Cigarette smoke ALL of the time (the man smoked constantly and died of lung cancer)...none of us smoked and the whole house had been repainted, carpets ripped out and dry-lock (or whatever it is) painted on the floors due to animal stains. Cold spots, indistinct talking, any sort of typical 'haunting' events.

I do NOT miss living there - that man was evil and it permeated the house, despite all the reno work we had done...it still, always felt off and ugly.
 
The last house we lived in was less? haunted? but more intense AND the haunter was well known to my H.

Background: H married into a family who ran a family farm dating from the '40's....the father was an asshole/pedophile to put it nicely - it was one of those 'known secrets' that no one did anything about. Five kids in the family and they all were abused in one form or another by this man. The house itself dates from 1850's...a very old, dilapidated farmhouse.

H and the one daughter 'bought' the house from the widow at some point....When H and the daughter divorced, she didn't want the house (um, duh?) so H bought it from her. No real hauntings happened that he could remember during his time living there, which was 20? or so years.

We met here on Lit and got together and eventually I spent the night there. Woke up to see a man standing next to the bed with a long gun looking at me. H had not told me any of the family history at this point, so I had no idea who the man could be - and hello? being used to living in a haunted house...I didn't freak but just waited for H to wake up. When he did, I asked who the man could be and he said 'Oh fuck, it's ex's dad." And then we discussed some of the history etc.

Obviously, the dad was not happy I was there...and it got worse.

One night H was out at a meeting and I was home with my two dogs; a Shepherd and a Lab mix, watching TV and hanging out. We had decided to work on remodeling the house and one of the downstairs bedrooms was in a state of repair - a few items of heavy furniture were in the middle of the room and nothing else. Suddenly, I heard a HUGE bang come from that side of the house (just off the LR where I was) and the whole house shook. HUGE - like car crashing into the house, airplane crashing into the cornfield....awful, scary noise.

I went to the bedroom, expecting to see a car sticking out of the wall..nothing. The dogs stood in the doorway and refused to set one foot into it while I was there. We went outside, looked around, nothing. I texted H, who would have known at that point if there was a crash anywhere and he said, 'no'. Nothing disturbed in the room. No trees down in the field or around the house...just nothing at all to account for the noise/shaking.

One night, when we were watching tv, an entire shelf fell out of a cabinet in the kitchen. None of the pegs had given way, there was no reason for it to fall - everything on that shelf was mine - glasses, coffee cups, etc - things I had brought with me when I moved in.

I often felt like I was being observed - especially in the bathroom. Creepy, goosebumps 'someone is watching me' feelings. AND also when H and I were having 'us time'...the door would swing open, things would 'crash' from other parts of the house....

Cigarette smoke ALL of the time (the man smoked constantly and died of lung cancer)...none of us smoked and the whole house had been repainted, carpets ripped out and dry-lock (or whatever it is) painted on the floors due to animal stains. Cold spots, indistinct talking, any sort of typical 'haunting' events.

I do NOT miss living there - that man was evil and it permeated the house, despite all the reno work we had done...it still, always felt off and ugly.
Another fantastic story...you HAVE had some strange happenings...hopefully you are now in a place that isn't visited by ghosts...
 
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