56 Creepy Experiences That Sound Like Horror Stories But Actually Happened

My grandma told me this story recently and it really creeped me out. When my mom was little they (my grandma, mom, and aunt) lived in an old house in Seattle. The house had a basement that they had converted into a playroom. One day, when my mom was 5 and her sister 3, my grandma was upstairs in the kitchen cooking dinner and she heard them screaming down in the basement. She ran down there and asked them what happened. Both of them were in hysterics saying something about "a man" being down there with them, and pointing into a corner. My grandma couldn't get any other details out of them. She thoroughly searched the basement and found nothing out of the ordinary. It was also only accessible from the stairs connected to the rest of the house, and my grandma would've noticed a man entering/leaving the basement. After that my mom and aunt refused to play down there. My grandma never did find out what really happened, and neither my mom nor aunt remember it.

My mom was kidnapped, blindfolded, taken to a dark place she still isn't sure was even a man-made structure, and then tied to a chair. The guy that took her kept talking to her the entire time; she has never told me details except that the man was crazy. After a while she started talking to him, asking him questions, getting him to talk to her about less crazy stuff. She isn't sure how long this went on, just that it was a long time. After quite some time, the man (whom she never saw directly or recognized the voice of) told her, "I don't know why, but I need to let you go". My guess is that she humanized herself enough to him so that he couldn't go through with whatever it was he had initially kidnapped her for. He loaded her back up in the car and dropped off, still blindfolded, at a convenience store up the road from where she lived, told her to count to 1000 before taking the blindfold off, then he left. After she got home and told her parents they didn't believe her and thought she was making it up so that she wouldn't get in trouble for being out late.

When I was 8 (and my brother 6) my mom picked us up from school one day. When we got home my mom had forgotten her keys so she knocked on the door for my grandma to let us in.

Now arquitecture is super important to the story: we lived in a very well-to-do apartment building, on the 8th floor, where each floor was a loooooong rectangle, with a single apt on each end (so 2 apts per floor). In the middle of the rectangle of each floor, there was a single elevator. The building was essentially all glass, there were no external fire staircases or ladders and the nearest structure was another building an entire block away.

Ok. So we knock on the door. My grandma yells from the inside "im coming!" so we wait. And we wait. 1 minute, nothing. So we knock again. Again my grandma: "I said im coming!". 3 minutes, then 5. She still isnt opening the door even though we can clearly hear her in the kitchen inside the house so we are getting pissed. We knock and knock and she just keeps on saying the same thing: "I said Im coming! Im coming right now!"

10 minutes later, the elevator opens behind us and out comes my grandma. The apartment had been empty the entire time.

Its been 20 years since then and my mom, brother, and I all clearly remember talking to that voice that sounded EXACTLY like my grandma. Zero explanation. My grandma is still alive btw.

Two years ago, I think, a friend and I sat on the balcony of my flat, drinking beer and talking. It was late in the evening, and you could clearly see many planes flying overhead. My friend had the FlightRadar app on his phone and we were checking out overhead flights, from where they were flying and to where.

All of a sudden, while he had a flight from Paris to Cairo open, he just looked at me and in a very serious tone said: this plane is going down. Then he started laughing, i laughed too and I brushed it off as drunken foolery.

The next day i saw a report that a plane, headed from Paris to Cairo, crashed into the ocean. We never spoke of it.

I work night shifts at a children’s hospital.

Once a call bell went off around 3am from one of the back rooms and it was a woman frantically saying “Someone! Please help me! The baby!” with a baby crying in the background. I ran back there to help her but the baby was alone, sleeping in the crib. I asked the nurse if anyone had been with the baby all night and she said no, he’s been alone all night.

It still creeps me out when I think about it

This happened to my friends, but its quite creepy.

In 2009 a friend of mine was coming home from a different city at 11pm with his father and 2-3 kms before entering the city, they suddenly saw a white horse standing in the middle of road. He tried to save the horse and severed the car into the ditch below road. As they got out of car, there was no horse to be seen anywhere. He told me this the next day and we found it creepy.

Fast forward to 2015, some other friends of mine were coming home from a different city at 1:30am and doing 140km/hr. They reach the same place near the city border and suddenly see the same white horse standing in the middle of the road. Driver weighed in his options and decided its just best not try to turn. He hit brakes hard and the car just went straight through the horse, skidding. They came to a stop and realised it was a ghost horse or something and ran home. Told me about this the next day we talked.

Weird thing is, either of these friends never met each other and there is 6 years difference between both occurrences.

When I was 7, my mother who adopted me when I was born, as a single parent, died from breast cancer. I was adopted again by her sister (aunt and uncle). I sometimes hear knocks on the walls when I sleep. I've also, while playing video games, heard footsteps on the stairs late into the night. I've never really been afraid, because most of the time I think it's nothing. But my mother died in the house. Maybe she watches over me. Who knows. She saved me from abortion. Maybe she's saved me from other things too.

When my mom was in college back in her country, there was this one guy that everyone avoided like a plague. It all started when he went up to someone randomly on campus and told them with a straight face, "Your dad is going to d*e in a car accident next week."

And their dad did d*e in a car accident the following week.

People passed it off as a creepy coincidence, like a bad joke that turned out to be correct. But then he did it to someone else. He cornered a classmate after class and told her, with the same deadpan voice, "Your mom will get stomach cancer soon." A while later, that girl's mother was diagnosed with that specific type of cancer.

It went on like that, with each time this guy being right, until no one would talk to him anymore. When people saw him coming, they'd veer off in the opposite direction. They were scared of him. No one knew if he was just predicting these events or actually causing them to happen. But the things he predicted were always bad.

The most recent event: Several years ago my family and I were out at a restaurant just outside of town. The place was virtually empty as it was in between meal times. I had to use the bathroom, and found it in a narrow hallway just on the other side of the kitchen. I opened the door... and got a serious case of the creeps. It was a 4-stall bathroom with only one dim light, and just a weird feeling about it. I've had two kids, and believe me, bathrooms are my friends, but this one was very unsettling.

I went into the stall with the light over it, and could hear all the kitchen noise happening. There was banging and clanging and chatter and general kitchen racket.

Then suddenly all the noise stopped. It was like a blanket was dropped over the room -- you could hear a pin drop.

Then the lights went out. And I had a very strong sense of something enjoying my discomfort.

Then the lights came on, the sound resumed, and I washed my hands and got the heck out of there.

As I exited the bathroom I saw the light switch was inside the room, and I would have heard the noisy door open if anyone had reached inside and turned the switch off, which they didn't. When I got back to the table I asked the waiter if there had been a brief power outage just now, and he looked at me like I was nuts.

Another one: When I was a kid we always had weird things happening in any house we lived in. When I was about 11 I was in the bathroom, alone in the house, when I could hear stomping coming down the hallway. It then veered off to my parents' bedroom across the hall, hollered something, and stomped into the ensuite bathroom, then slammed the door. I got up enough gumption to go to the door, knife in hand, (what good did I think that would do??), to see what might be in the ensuite bathroom. Nothing.

I always used to see people at the house I lived in for the first eight years of my life. Not people who were there, mind you, but I could see them clear as day, and they seemed very familiar and normal to me. I would talk to them and my mother would wonder who I was talking to, so I'd tell her. She believed me even though she couldn't see them herself. I didn't see them anymore when we moved, nor am I prone to seeing things that aren't there otherwise.

When I was around 10, I was sleeping over at my cousin's house. I've always had anxiety, but it was really bad as a kid. Nights were hard, especially if I was away from home.

Anyway, I was in bed desperately trying to sleep, but I had to use the bathroom really bad and was terrified to get up and wander the house in the dark. Finally I realized I couldn't wait and got up.

There was a bathroom right next to the room I was in, but the door was broken and would only close about halfway, which meant that I would have to use the bathroom at the other end of the house.

To my relief, when I got down the hall the lights were on in the kitchen and living room, so it wouldn't be quite as terrifying.

Once I reached the living room, I heard it. It sounded like 2 guys conversing really slowly in a language I didn't know. You know how in movies criminals will distort their voices and they sound really deep and slow and unnatural? That's exactly what it sounded like.

I glanced at the TV, it wasn't on. None of the windows were open. I don't know how, but I was relatively calm during this, especially for me. I didn't even cry. I sat in the bathroom for about 20 minutes because I was so scared to go out. But I knew I couldn't spend the whole night in there, so eventually I summed up all my courage and went out.

I speed walked back to the room with my hands over my ears and I STILL heard it. I was absolutely terrified.

I learned the next day that you had to slam the other bathroom door in order for it to close, which I definitely ended up doing the next night when I needed the bathroom.

Not as scary as some of the others on here, but it was really scary to me.

The creepiest thing to every happen to me is when I was living in my best friends garage. The night before we had planned to leave for California, I randomly lost my License. I tore my room (garage) apart looking for the d**n thing and it was vital because I needed it to get the hotel room and our tickets from this League Of Legends game we were going to watch. I ended up never finding it and had to go to the DMV in the morning to get a new one. When we got back from our trip I still wanted to find my old license because it had my old picture on it and I like that kind of stuff. Well for the next few months I continued to look everywhere for the d**n thing. One night, while in mid sleep, something in the night woke me up. I awoken with a startle and in the darkness I felt something in my hand, before turning on the light I already knew what it was. I had woken up to my old license in my hand. I have no idea what to think of it but I'm glad I got to tell the story here and I hope someone gets to read it. Thanks.

When my mother was a teen, she went to a cabin with her friends. In the middle of the night, her table spontaneously combusted on the middle of the night, and nobody knew why.

I lived in a haunted house for a while as a kid. I habe hundreds of stories. A couple of the better ones though involved my bed. I was laying on my bed, on the very edge and talking to my then girlfriend on the phone. The center of the bed slowly depressed as if someone had laid down next to me. A few minutes later it went back up just as slow, as if whoever/whatever had gotten back up.

Another time, woke up in the middle of the night from a deep sleep, extremely confused. It took me a minute to realize that what had woken me up, was my bed shaking really hard. That time though, I remeber thinking to myself "should I be scared of this? No too tired" and going immediately back to sleep. Didint realize how crazy that was untill thinking about it the next day.

I have lots of stories , anyone that stayed in that house for any ammount of time has them too. Ill tell some more if anyone wants to hear them

Me and my family have dealt with being haunted pretty much all of my life and it gets way worse whenever someone close dies. My mom owned a bakery and worked from 3am to sometimes midnight pretty regularly and there would be times like Christmas where she had to just stay there for days In order to fill all the orders for holidays. Well one night she decided to take a quick nap before getting back to baking. She NEVER fell asleep for very long but this time she woke up around 5 am from my uncle slamming on the door. Apparently the oven somehow managed to turn on and the entire top of the oven was removed and was leaking fumes into the building. My uncle got a phone call from the bakery with no one speaking for a second and then hung up. No one knows how the top of the oven was removed and who called. It was f*****g weird.

Another time a few months after my dad committed s*****e in the garage of our house we would see his ghost all over the house regularly. The time that really stuck out and spooked me was when my mom saw him sitting in my room and watched him get up and go into the bathroom. The following morning she asked me why I was at home that late In the morning cause I was working third shift every night that week, I was like uhh, I wasn't I was at work. Me and my dad look extremely similar especially when he was my age. I was struggling with h****n pretty bad at the time and it was nice to know he was watching over me.

My sister went to a nail salon that used the utmost in care and sterilization. They even used a plastic liner for the foot tub.

She got a massive staph infection on her leg, and after living with an actual hole in her leg the size of a grapefruit, it's starting to look somewhat normal 2 years later. She has nerve damage in her leg and foot, though, and the infection nearly k**led her.

You can be so very clean, but still get staph. It is NO JOKE. You do NOT want to mess with it.

Edit: Many of you feel I'm blaming the salon. I truly didn't mean it that way. The doctor explained that although it's likely she got it from the pedicure, he explained that it can occur on the skin and it could've happened a myriad of ways. That's why she would not sue. No point in making good people suffer for something that might not have been their fault.

I grew up in a farmhouse built in the 1860's. I was probably 14 or so and was home alone while my parents took my little brother to t-ball practice. My little brother did (and still does) call me "Sissy" and I have always called him Bubby. I was sitting in the living room watching TV and heard the back door that we always use open and my little brother shout out "Sissy!!!" and I responded back with "hey Bubby!" I waited a minute or two and heard nothing else, then yelled out again with no response. As it turns out, they hadn't gotten home yet. I was literally too scared to move and stayed put til they did get home about 30 minutes later.