56 Creepy Experiences That Sound Like Horror Stories But Actually Happened

My mom and her friend were out and about late at night, heading to a party. Their car broke down, and being a rural town with a small population, they had to walk about a mile to the nearest house for help. They got to the front door, and of all people to answer the door, it was one of their high school teachers. He was horrified to see them out late at night, alone. He let them use his phone but scolded them saying it was not safe- the location, time and circumstances, he let them know they were absolute fools and heeded a somewhat vague warning. My mom called my grandfather to come bring gas and/or possibly tow their vehicle.

When the girls got back to their car, there was a severed cow head on the hood, blood everywhere! This was near Hermiston, OR, apparently well known for devil worshippers.

My wife and I rented an old townhouse in Birmingham, AL about 10 years ago. It was spooky for no other reason other than it was old and in the woods. (We are both suburban Californians so this was enough to freak us out a little)

We used to joke that there was a "presence" in the house, but after a while we started experiencing strange things. When you would leave the kitchen after grabbing a snack, all the cabinets would be closed, but if you returned a few minutes later, all of the cabinets would be wide open. Freaky, but just annoying.

Later on things escalated. My wife would come home late after roller derby practice and we had very steep steps that led up to our door, being the consider husband that I was I would be sure to turn on the porch light so she wouldn't trip. Something often would turn the light back off (old style breaker switch on the wall, had to put some force behind flipping it). This caused my wife to once seriously trip coming to the door late at night.

My wife complained often that she felt unsafe when I was working late and she was alone, and we began to realize whatever was in the house didn't like her specifically. Walking to the bathroom late at night and passing the hall mirror, we both spotted a disfigured woman in the reflection. I thought I was hallucinating when I first saw it, but after a few times of it occurring I mentioned it to my wife, who freaked out and told me she had seen the same thing too in the past.

Over the next year or so I would sometimes have nightmares about the woman I had seen and would wake up next to my wife and would jostle around, a few times this would wake my wife too and she would respond "go back to sleep, it's just a dream, I saw her too."

The pinnacle of the event was late one night my wife came home and started screaming at me for no apparent reason, leveling nonsensical accusations and just being mean. I was in the middle a writing a paper due the next morning so I told her I was not going to deal with and she should go to bed. She turned off all the lights except in the downstairs den where I was working and went upstairs to bed. An hour later I finished my paper and went to bed. When I got to the bottom of the stairwell leading to our bedroom, I turned on the light and was shocked to see my wife sitting at the top of the stairs (in what had been the complete dark). She just stared down at me and I swear to God her eyes were completely black and her strawberry blond hair had been bleached completely white. I was scared more than I've ever been in my life but slowly walked up the stairs to her. When I got to the top her eyes and hair turned normal and she began sobbing, saying that something was attacking her and she was filled with hate. We held each other through the night. And talked about it several times after. My wife is convinced she was possessed. I believe she was as well.

We live in California again and have been married for 8 1/2 years, nothing has ever happened like that again.

TL;DR: haunted house/possession.

It was 2001 and my friend and I were 17 (both female) and driving back from a late movie to my house one night. I lived in a pretty rural area in Maine, about 20 minutes from the nearest town.

As we were driving down the highway through the woods, we passed a median with a car sitting in it, facing in the oncoming direction, with all its lights off. Right after we drove past it, it flashed its lights, did a 3 point turn and started driving behind us. We giggled that "oh, it must be a g**g initiation, we're gonna get m******d!" because this was Maine and that was obviously not what was happening.

The turnoff for my road was a few miles away and this car stayed behind us the whole time. We made the left turn and the car kept going down the highway. Phew! But 30 seconds later we realized that the car must have backed up on the highway and made the turn after us. Now we were getting a little worried. There was still one more road to turn down before we got to my house (this is way in the woods) and the car did the same thing...backed up and made the left after us. Now we were legit freaked.

I had a long driveway and the car followed us right into the driveway and almost up to my house, which had all the lights on because my mom was home. We ran into my house, just in time to see the mystery car reverse back down the driveway and drive away.

To this day we still have no idea why that car was following us - if they thought we were someone else or if they actually had bad intentions and only changed their mind when they saw that my houselights were on. Since we only ever saw the front of the car, we didn't get a license plate or a better description than "a blue car".

Back in the 70s my grandfather dropped my grandmother, mom, and her 2 sisters off to do some shopping on his way to work. Since he wasn't able to pick them up, they hitch hiked home.

My mom at the time was only around 10 or 11, middle sister would've been about 7 or 8 and the youngest was about a year old.

They get picked up by a guy in pick up truck, who has them all sit in the back row with one of them holding the baby. My grandmother was giving directions to their home from the highway, but the guy ignored her and went by their exit claiming he had to make a stop first. Didn't really say much else to them during the drive, my mom remembers my grandmother being very quiet and very nervous.

Eventually they come up to a farm, driver tells them to wait in the car and goes inside the house. While he's gone they just sit there terrified, they're in the middle of nowhere and know they couldn't make it out on foot. A few minutes later the driver comes out with a second guy who looks into truck and sees my mom's youngest sister. He starts flipping out, screaming at the driver that he shouldn't have brought the baby back, they aren't going to do anything with her and some other things I can't remember, ends up telling him to get them away from the farm.

Driver gets back into the truck, apologizes, and they get back on the highway and drive again in silence. My grandmother, normally a very smart woman, had him drive directly to their house (although I suspect her reasoning was she'd already given him the address before anything seemed off). They lived at that house for several years and luckily never saw either of them a second time.

Several years ago I lived in a semi-underground basement apartment. Basically the house was just enough underground that the windows were just a couple of inches off the ground on the outside.

So one night I'm washing dishes in the kitchen which had a window to my left which was open. I'm almost finished when a voice whispers, "Looking good there with the dishes." There was someone crouched down by the window on the outside who had been watching me for who knows how long. Unfortunately for creep boy I was washing the knives, and as I turned he evidently got scared by the gigantic chef's knife I was brandishing in his general direction and he ran off.

I hated that apartment. Eventually I tacked thick fabric over most of the windows to avoid having to watch people p*e drunkenly on them.

I was about 9 laying in bed watching snow fall out of a window that faced the back yard. Suddenly a man’s face popped up just inches from my window staring right at me. I still remember his beard coated in ice and his steamy breath. After a few seconds I unfroze and ran into my mom’s room. She thought I was making it up and sent me back to my room, I hid so I couldn’t see out of the window. The next morning when we left for school there were footprints in the fresh snow that straight went back to my window.

My Baby sitter was k****d back in the mid 80's when I was about 6-7 years old. they found her body in a garbage bag near a dept store and never found the k**ler.

No one knew anything about it. no witnesses, no clues and this was a smaller city of about 50K people. so when a crime happens word travels fast.

About 18 years ago my family was driving home from Disney Land and traffic was backed up for so long and police were walking from car to car looking under each one.

Dad asks one of the officers what was happening and the officer said that a man jumped into traffic on the freeway and they can't locate the gentleman's head.

When I was about 14 my parents left me alone overnight for the first time. I grew up in a small farming community, so my parents really had nothing to worry about. They left and I decided to take an awesome bubble bath and paint my nails like all girls everywhere, obviously. While I was in the bath, I heard our back door open. I thought I was hearing things, and besides, I had locked all the doors per my mom's orders. But then I heard the kitchen floor squeaky spot. I didn't know what to do so I just went under the bubbles and left my head out. I saw two shoes through the crack between the door and the floor. I could hear a person breathing. They stood there for about 30 seconds and then walked away. I heard the door slam but I didn't move, I just stayed there until the water was freezing and cried. Then I got out, called my grandma, and checked the doors. The back door was unlocked and the lock hadn't been messed with or broken. Later that week we learned that a man was breaking into farm houses.

I was about ten years old and my house was haunted. There was occasions where I'd sometimes hear people talking downstairs while I was in my room but would stop when I would go downstairs. One time when I heard the talking, I tried tip-toeing down the stairs and heard very clearly "Shhhh, he's coming" and then silence.

But the scariest thing that happened to me was one night my parents went out for dinner and left my brother home to babysit me. He had really bad allergies and was downstairs in the basement and I could hear him sneezing and blowing his nose when I was in my room. I turned the lights off and was trying to fall asleep when I started to hear footsteps from the hallway leading to my room. I looked and assumed it was my brother trying to play a prank on me, but I heard him sneezing from the basement so I knew it wasn't him. I turned over and tried to fall asleep when I heard the footsteps again but this time, I heard them walk into my room. I check again and there's no one there. And then I began to hear heavy breathing. Very loud, labored breathing. I was super scared and decided, as most ten year olds do, that if I ignore it maybe it would go away. So I turn over and hope for the best. And then I felt the breathing on my neck and that's when I jumped up and ran out of the room. Nothing really major has happened since then, but I still remember feeling that breath on my neck.

When I was in highschool i was walking home alone in my school uniform and this car stops in front of me as i am trying to cross the road.

The guy driving it asks me if i was still a virgin.

I tried to walk around the car and ignore him but he keeps moving the car to stop me from crossing the street.

I look around to ask for help but the street was deserted. I have never been so scare un my lífe. I finally ended up walking backup the way i came as fast as i could hoping to find a way hide or ask for help.

My family were driving on the rural main road of Poland (we're Polish) and next to our car was this truck delivering large concrete pipes. We drove next to this truck for maybe an hour, maybe two. I was a teenager so I didn't really care.

My dad figures we stop at the next gas station for a quick toilet break. As I exit the car, a pair of bikes drive past the gas station. I noticed because it was loud as f**k.

Pee pee over and we go back on the road. About a mile or so down the road there's an accident. The bikes had caught up with the truck and as they were about to drive past it the large concrete pipes fell off the truck and smushed the bikers. Maybe they weren't fastened properly, or the truck swerved. I'm not sure but they were d**d. Blood everywhere. I still have a hard time thinking of what could've happened.

Tl;dr survived some real final destination s**t.

I've been reading stories in this subreddit and I found an old album of pictures that reminded me of my own. I'm not a great story teller but I'll try. There are links to pics and one to an album at the bottom.

I was 16 years old and I had just gotten my license. It was on a Friday after school, and I was hanging out with some of my friends from another school district, my girlfriend, and her best friend. We all live in small, rural towns that have absolutely nothing in a 40 mile radius except a Walmart in between and a couple Sheetz gas stations. Since there was nothing to do we used to go "ghost hunting". It pretty much meant finding abandoned buildings and checking them out. None of us ever really expected to experience anything supernatural but it was an interesting time and it involved doing something with friends. I had seen a house off of a highway a few times that I wanted to check out so I told them all about it. They all agreed it was a good idea.

We all decided to stop at Walmart to grab some new flashlights of our own, and I wanted batteries for my camera. Two of my friends and I bought a flashlight and a 2 pack of batteries each, and I bought a 4 pack for my camera. We have a habit of keeping the batteries that come with flashlights as emergency backups because they don't seem to last long. Armed with new flashlights, batteries, and energy drinks, we headed to the house.

The house was 2 stories tall with a basement, all broken down, and was about a half a mile off the highway in the middle of a huge field. You could pretty much see it on the hill the whole hike. Just seeing it standing there with moonlight shining on it was creepy let alone the idea of going in it. There was also a barn that had fallen down about 50 yards from the right side. The closer and closer we walked, the weirder and weirder it felt. Hair raising weird. The front porch steps were broke so we had to climb up to the porch to get in. Stepping over the debris from other people busting the place up, we made our way in.

On the way through the living room to the kitchen my girlfriend claimed she felt someone pulling the hood on her sweatshirt, but I was the last person and I was several feet behind. I figured she was either so scared she was imagining things, or just saying stuff to try and freak everyone out. We made our way around the kitchen and were on our way upstairs and she gasped and spun around, claiming she felt her hood pulled again, and that I was an a*****e for trying to scare her. I swore it wasn't me and we continued up taking pictures all the way.

We all made it to the top of the stairs and I saw a big hole in the attic, so I started walking toward it to take a picture. I snapped one on the way to it and then another a little closer. The attic stairs were in a room to the left and there was a hallway with rooms off it it to the right. We all went to the attic first to check it out, which all that was up there was an old wooden ladder and a broken crate. We walked back down to the second floor all disappointed.

At that point I was the only one with a flashlight out so everyone followed me through the hallway to a room on the end at the left. It seemed really breezy in the room compared to the rest of the house even though there were broken open windows all through it. After the last person was about three steps in, my flashlight went out. It was still turned on but seemed like it went d**d. The first thing I thought was, "there's no way these brand new batteries went d**d in 20 minutes in an LED flashlight." Almost instantly after, I heard, "My phone's d**d" "Yeah mine too" from my girlfriend and her best friend. One by one my other friends pulled out their flashlights, flicked them on and off, and nothing happened. I pulled my camera out of my pocket to take a picture with the hope of maybe catching something weird, but the screen was black with a flashing red "d**d battery" symbol. At that point we were all weirded out and practically fighting each other to get out of the room.

Once we made it to the stairs the flashlights worked again, my camera had about 3/4ths of a battery bar, and the cell phones were able to be turned back on. I got goosebumps and tensed up and we hastened our pace down the stairs and figured the easiest way out would be through the basement door we saw under the porch on the way in since the porch stairs were broken. Sadly it wasn't the least creepy way.

We made our way down through the basement that turned out to be a basic maze and looked like it could have been in the Blair Witch Project. We fought our way through the vines that had grown over the door to the outside and made our way away from the house. About 200 yards from the house, we heard what sounded like a tin food can being spiked on the ground, and then rolling down the basement steps. I don't even remember seeing a tin can anywhere in the house. We all started running as fast as we could while being careful not to trip over something in the high weeds.

Once we got back to the car and tried to theorize what the hell just happened, I started looking through all the pictures. They all just looked like dust particle ridden pictures of an old house, except for one. When I snapped the 2 pictures of the attic the first was just like all the others, but the second had a thick, white, smokey mist over the hole. It wasn't cold (just a coolish night) so there couldn't have been breath mist, and no one smoked.

To this day I get goosebumps and glassy eyes every time I look through these pictures. I posted them to a forum for people into paranormal investigating, and everyone told me I had an interesting experience they wish they had, and a very interesting picture.

Pictures.

Not as mysterious and/or creepy as some others on here but scared the hell out of me. I was at a park when I was about 9 years old with my sister and her boyfriend at the time. They were walking around the walking track while I played on the playground. We had the park pretty much to ourselves since it was a weekday evening. A middle aged man came up by himself and started talking to me on the playground, getting closer and closer all the while, making me more and more nervous. Eventually, my sister and her boyfriend come in sight on the track and at this point the dude asks if it was my parents and I told him no, it was my sister. He then made an abrupt excuse to leave and took off.

Ok, this isn't supernatural creepy, it's just weird creepy thinking about this happening to a person, possibly even yourself.

I was acquaintances with an engineer who worked with a friend of mine. He had a bad drinking problem, compounded by the fact that he was one of those people who could drink for hours and appear relatively sober, then suddenly just be slobbering drunk. Bars would overserve him because of this.

One night in winter, well below freezing temperatures, he did this. The bartender notices how drunk he's suddenly acting, and cuts him off. He gives him a water and calls a cab, but has to take care of other customers also. When the cab gets there, the drunk guy is nowhere to be found. He'd slipped out and drove off.

On the way home, he put his car in the ditch. In his drunken stupor, he got out to walk, and ended up slipping down a creek bank. At that point, he apparently just curled up around a tree and went to sleep.

When they found him the next morning, he was just a solid block of ice, frozen to d***h. An engineer, in a suburb of a moderately large town, in the most modern country in the world, and you can still d*e from exposure.

About 15 years ago my mom and cousin were coming home from visiting my aunt who lived 2 hours away. The drive takes you through the desert and up some mountains but there is a shortcut you can take to avoid the mountains and shave about 10 minutes off your drive time, only problem is the shortcut takes you literally through the middle of nowhere. Its a 2 lane road with nothing for 30 miles, no houses, no shops, no lights, not even those roadside emergency phone booths.

They're driving along through the shortcut at about 11PM when they spot something on the road. At first my cousin thinks its a rock so she slows down to go around it. When she gets closer she realizes its a lady with long black hair and what looks like a burlap shawl wrapped around her. She's crouched down facing away from my cousin. My mom says that she thought the lady might have been in trouble so they pull up next to her and ask if she's OK and if she needs help.

My cousin says the lady stood up and looked at them and let out a shriek like a g*****n banshee. She insists that the her eyes were pitch black and her skin was as white as a sheet and she was really skinny, like almost anorexic skinny. I debate this because it was dark out and her mind might have been playing tricks on her, but none the less it was enough to spook the hell out her and make her punch the accelerator and get out of there.

The lady briefly ran after them but they lost sight of her after a short bit. They didn't stop for anything, even running a stop sign, until they got to the next town where they stopped at a gas station to get something to drink and to collect their thoughts.

A few weeks later my cousin was telling her coworker what happened and she said it might have been a skin walker that she saw and that she's lucky she got away. That spooked her even worse so now she wont go through the shortcut, even when someone else is driving she insists on taking the main highway. My mom maintains that it was probably some crazy lady on d***s.

This probably doesn’t count but my dad once dug up two WW2 mortars in his back field (thankfully he didn’t hit them and was fine). Scared the hell out of me that they’re just like... there. Chilling underground.

Until they blow you up.

When I was 16 my grandparents hired me to house sit for 3 weeks at their farm house in a small town. It was the second to last night of my stay and all had gone well for a 16 year old completely alone in a big empty house for 3 weeks. It was about 1 am and it started to thunderstorm outside, so I decided to turn everything off and go to bed. I was upstairs in the front bedroom that overlooks their driveway, using the toilet when I heard a loud noise outside that sounded similar to a tractor or riding mower. Now this isn’t completely unusual as my uncle lives down the street and he is who did the lawn care for their house. But at 1 am during a storm it was quite odd. I heard the side door to the house open and could hear my uncles work boots enter below me. I thought maybe he was there to help out in case of a power outage. What really got to me though was the fact that the 3 german shepherds were laying at the foot of the bed - completely unaware, which is not like them at all. Those dogs go wild at a leaf falling to the ground 15 feet away. So I go to the window and look out at the driveway - no cars, no tractor, nothing. No one is out there. All of the sudden the stomping intensifies and I start to hear what sounds as if someone is banging a broom on the ceiling below me. Now the dogs start going wild and I’m in full panic mode. The thunderstorm outside is intensifying, the stomping and banging on the ceiling is getting louder and the dogs are going berserk. Instantaneously, the power goes out and everything - EVERYTHING stops. The dogs, the stomping, the banging, everything. The room I’m in is pitch black for about 5 full minutes and I hid under the covers trying to call my uncle in a sheer panic. After that, everything was as if nothing happened and the storm passed shortly after. Was the scariest and weirdest night ever

TL;DR: DONT USE OUIJA BOARDS.

My mums side of the family were always big on the paranormal, tarot, seances contacting d**d relatives, psychics, the lot. Well a bit of background, most of my mums family never had kids, and her aunt (god knows what relation that is to me), went to a psychic when my mum was 10, and was told only one girl will be able to have kids in your family, there will be one child, they will be a boy, and they will be born after years of trying and failure. Things apparently went south though and all these seances stopped after one bad incident I was told.

Well, my mum grew up, met my dad, and after 14 years of trying to conceive almost gave up, but them I came along. (Even to this day I'm never on time to anything) Funny thing is no other relation ever managed to have kids, either by biology or failed marriages, so I'm the only one.

Anyway, I was about 15 at the time, and my mums aunt had died when I was like 6. All the relations including me were at a get together, and someone had found the old ouija board and tarot cards they used to use whilst clearing out their loft. For s***s and bants, everyone agreed to retry it and see if it still worked. (Exactly what you should do after quite a few drinks). So we all sat around the table with fingers on the planchette, and one of my relations started calling out for spirits and asking if anyone was there. (I was always hyper sceptical of all this, thinking someone pushes the glass its all fake so I was expecting nothing to happen, or someone to push it).

Anyway, all of a sudden the lights all flickered, and the atmosphere in the room changed. It felt like more people suddenly were present, like when you're at a house party and a load more people turn up. The same relative, lets call her Jane then started asking who this person was etc etc, and how many spirits were there. Turns out 5 spirits were there, 3 old relations I'd never heard of, my mums aunt (the one who used to be into psychics and predicted my birth), and her d**d friend who used to know the family well. People were asking questions, the glass was doing its thing replying, people were asking questions nobody could know and getting exact responses. (we tested it by having the people who knew the answers remove their fingers and then confirm the answers if they were right). This was creepy, but kinda fun too, my mums aunt, (I always knew her as auntie myself) took quite an interest in me, apparently standing next to me, saying she always kept up with my school and all.

Now we'd been doing this for like an hour, then all of a sudden the lights flickered again, the room turned ICE COLD, and the atmosphere turned like, heavy (?). I'd describe it like, when you walk into a room whereby two people are having a massive argument and you just interrupted and its awk and you just wanna nope outta there. The planchette suddenly started going apes**t, flying all over the board going in circles really quickly, and we all wanted to stop cause it was getting apparently like it used to get, just too much, s**t was getting too real. So we packed it all up, and put it away, but the room remained colder than it should have been, and the atmosphere didn't go back to how it was before (which was pretty lighthearted tbh!)

We all tried to get back to having fun but nobody was feeling it, it was just, a heavy, solemn feeling throughout the whole place. This feeling slowly grew over the course of the next hour or so, and it got to about 11.30pm, and jane outwardly comes out and says, we're all thinking the same, something might be here with us that isn't one of the family. By now, I'm s******g myself and dying to go home and never pull this s**t again, but nope, the 'oldies' who always used to do it, reason its best to get the board back out and see if we can talk to whatever is here. (I just remember distinctly thinking, WHY THE F*** WOULD YOU DO IT AGAIN OMG I WANNA GO HOME:( ) Anyway, the board comes back out, planchette back on, my finger has to go on the glass otherwise I'm not part of 'the circle' and I'm at risk of psychic attack (was not impressed), and jane asks, "Is there anybody here", and the planchette starts going apes**t. After some further questions, we established it was a spirit named, Walter, who was not a family member, and was not a friend of any of the deceased relatives we were speaking to previously. It was a randomer, and that was scary. My aunt asks it (practically grovels), please, leave my house, and suddenly the lights flicker, the planchette FLIES off the table and smashes into the wall on the other side of room near the sink, and as soon as it smashed the taps turned on, and the lights all started flickering like mad.

By now, all of us are collectively s******g ourselves, my mum and nan are basically in tears, jane was crying, another relation was on her knees doing that cross symbol catholics do muttering to jesus and god for help. My grandad got up and stood right next to me and says it will be alright, this happened before and eventually it would be okay.

Then all of a sudden after what could have been nothing more than 15 seconds (but by god felt like a f*****g eternity), we all smelt a faint smell of perfume, the lights stopped flickering, and everything returned to normal, the heat of the room, the atmosphere, it was like in a horror film where it all just stops d**d.. It was f*****g creepy as f**k. We all just said our goodbyes and left, jane and her husband stayed in a hotel that night because they were too scared to even sleep there.

To say the least, we've never f****d with ouija boards or pendulums since. Im now a firm believer in all paranormal stuff, despite being brought up basically as an atheist. I later found out, the perfume we smelt was coco chanel, and it was a firm favourite of my mums aunt who we spoke to earlier in the evening, so we reasoned she must have shooed whatever it was away or some s**t. Either way, whenever my friends joke about ghosts or spirits, I practically launch into a 2 hour long lecture why we shouldn't joke about it and nobody should mess with that. Let the d**d rest imho.

TL;DR: DONT EVER MESS WITH OUIJA BOARDS.

When I was in college I lived in a decently safe apartment complex. You needed a gate clicker for your car, and the foot entrance required a code. All doors had a d**d bolt, and extensive locks for the sliding patio door. Well when the complex went under new management, the foot path gate code stopped working so anyone could push it open. In mid October a note was sent out to all residents stating that a new gate code would be issued in the following days and for everyone to keep their doors locked due to suspicious behavior. The following week another note was sent out describing a man that had been seen peering over balconies and through windows, but the gate code still hadn't been fixed.
On Halloween I distinctly remember locking my deadbolt after a night out because I friends staying over, and I usually locked my door anyway since I lived alone. I woke up the next morning and my door was unlocked, I asked if anyone had went outside and they all said no. The following night I was by myself, and a little skeptical of my door so I made it a point to check my door before I went to sleep. Wake up next morning and the door is unlocked. I was a little freaked out so I scanned my apartment for anything missing, or a sign that someone had been in there. Nothing. So by the third night I was d**n sure I locked my door, and checked my sliding door locks as well. Around 5:30/6 am my cat started to get restless so I threw her in the living room until I was ready to wake up. She starts making some weird noises a few minutes later, so I go into the living room and hear a weird noise, like a thud or something, I look at my door and its f*****g unlocked.
By this time I'm freaking out, called my apartment manager and got them to inspect my apartment to make sure there was no way for anyone to get in, and had my locks changed. Never happened again but I'm about 99% sure someone had been sneaking in to my apartment when I wasn't home and watching me sleep. Maybe I was just being paranoid, but I know for a fact I had locked my door all three nights.
TL;DR Lived alone in an apartment, door became unlocked three nights in a row, potentially had someone watch me sleep.