People Reveal The Creepiest Thing They've Seen That No One Believes Happened
Many people experience creepy and bizarre things that defy conventional explanation, like encountering people on roads who vanish into thin air, or dreams that reveal normally hidden truths. Is there another realm that likes to mess with ours? Or do our minds simply play tricks on us when we're in vulnerable states?
I-Like-Pickaxes asked spooked Redditors: What's the creepiest/scariest thing you've seen but no one believes you?
Submissions have been edited for clarity, context, and profanity.
10. A warning from beyond?
Didn't see it but heard it. My friends and I got a cheap set of walkie-talkies from Walmart and were playing around with them in the middle of the day. There's a bit of silence as we're trying to figure out the volume and out of nowhere there's a male voice saying "mayday mayday mayday" that comes through all of our walkie talkies and it definitely sounds like it from one of those aircraft headsets. We try to answer back but there's no response. I called non emergency but they said there weren't any reports of distressed aircraft or ships and even if there were, they couldn't do anything about it.
Alternatively, a couple months later I saw a plane with an engine on fire go over my campus but apparently no one else did.
9. Dolls are always creepy.
When I was 7 or 8, I would have a reoccurring nightmare that one of my dolls came to life, played with me, and then would try to pull me into my closet with her. I'd follow her into the closet at first, but then she'd show me this little door at the back of the closet, and my heart would start to race. I don't know what it was about that door, but I knew something bad would happen if I went through it. I'd start to struggle and try to pull away, but the doll was too strong and would start pulling me through the door. At this point in the dream, I'd always wake up screaming. The worst part was I had night terrors, so sometimes I'd wake up standing next to my closet. Every night before bed, I'd make my parents make sure there wasn't a little door at the back of my closet. There never was.
Anyway, I was talking to my mom the other day and this dream came up. I'm laughing about it and how ridiculously paranoid I was about dolls and that closet, but my mom gets really quiet. She tells me the creepy part of that dream wasn't the doll; it was the fact that there used to be a little door at the back of the closet, but when I was one year old, they remodeled the house and put a wall where the door used to be. There's no way I could have remembered that door, but years later, I kept dreaming about it.
None of my friends believe this story, but I swear it's true.
Creepy...did your mom say where the door led to? Was there anything behind it?
Yeah it led into crawl space/part of our attic. Apparently it was really creepy and full of splinters
I believe you may have remembered it, even though you were so young. I don't think people realize how much we remember, and even if you don't, your body does. So I imagine your subconscious might, as well.
8. Totally stumped.
I grew up on a 2 acre home with plenty of trees and room for an 8-yr-old to run around. Our house also was heated in winter by a wood fireplace, so we would periodically cut down one of our own trees to save money. Well for about 2 years, there was a stump less then a foot tall near the house, and at least once a day, without fail, I would see someone standing on the stump. Usually it was out of the corner of my eye, but once or twice I looked directly at him. I always looked away quickly, cuz it startled me and he was gone, but my sister says she experienced the same thing. Nothing ever came of it though.
7. Squatters, perhaps? Creepy nonetheless.
Growing up, I had a friend named Adam. He was never able to come out during the day, only right before all of us kids had to go home for the evening.
Adam lived a few houses over, in a house with an overgrown yard. I met his parents once. They were very strange, didn't smile, and obviously didn't want me there.
I remember Adam telling me that he was sick, that's why he couldn't play that much. He was a small boy, pale with dark hair.
Eventually, Adam stopped showing up all together. And I eventually moved on, though I do remember going to his house a couple times to see if he could come play, and his dad just gave me this look before closing the door in my face.
Later in life, I asked my sister if she remembered him. She doesn't, and according to my parents - that house was empty the entire time we lived there.
I don't know who Adam was, I don't know why I so vividly remember him and his parents. As far as I can tell, he wasn't real - and yet I have perfect memories of him and his parents.
6. Something's fishy.
Alright, buckle in.
My neighbor was dying of a heart condition about 6 years ago. He knew he was, so he was giving away his valuables to people he trusted with them. Neighbor gave me his tackle box. He loved to fish. I would see him come home from fishing every day and he'd just sit on his porch and skin fish. I just put the tackle box in my closet and didn't really do anything with it since I don't fish. Anyways, soon after, he passed away in his home. Exactly a week after that, I woke up to the tackle box at the foot of my bed. Weird, but my stepdad likes to dick around, figured it was him, so I put it back. The next morning, I wake up, it's at the foot of my bed again.
So, I ask my stepdad what the deal was, and he had no idea what I was talking about. To test this, I put the tackle box in a spot that he wouldn't find, nor would he attempt to get it. Under my bed, all the way in the back against the wall, and I put stuff in front of it to conceal it. Next morning, nothing. Okay, I guess it was him. Didn't give it much thought after that. 3 days pass, I wake up one morning and there it is, at the foot of my bed. F*ck. Now I'm starting to freak out. So I did what any rational person would and I went fishing with it. After I went fishing, I put the tackle box away, and it hasn't moved since then. It's still there.
You know what would be cool, is if you found somebody who really loves to fish, and then pass this tackle box along with the story to go with it. Would probably make your old neighbor happy!
5. Weird, but believable.
Just after high school, maybe six months or so after 9-11, I was a van driver who drove the meals for Meals on Wheels to the place where they get packaged up and taken for home delivery. Anyway the delivery van only had AM/FM radio and I was listening to 92.5 FM, when all of a sudden the station cuts out and a transmition that I can only describe as an American version of a numbers station began playing. It was seemingly random numbers followed by a long period of the same phrase repeated over and over again. The phrase was "they took the crosstown bus," over and over again. None of the other drivers heard it but man was it creepy to hear. Eventually the regular radio station came back on and they never mentioned anything about it.
This happened in October of 2005. Dates of the 9th, 11th, and 16th are repeated in various places across the Internet. It was heard on many stations in the Northeast U.S. Broadcasters say it was a malfunction of the amber alert system. But it was several times over a two week span in different markets.
Oh wow! Thank you for the information. I guess it must have been 2005, I just remember 9-11 being fresh in my mind. At least now I know I wasn't having some crazy hallucination!
"They took the crosstown bus." Confused by that? So were radio listeners across the state, who heard that cryptic message one afternoon last week during an Amber Alert EAS activation from the state's emergency management office. The message was apparently part of a test that was transmitted by mistake, and it aired on numerous stations across the state.
4. Vanishing acts.
This happened to me last year and I fully understand why no one believed me because it sounds ridiculous.
Every morning, I need to wake up at 5 am to get the 5:30 bus to the train station to go to university. I had to be there by 8 am, but I like to get there half an hour early.
To get to the bus stop, I have to walk down this bike path and under this bridge to get to this quiet backstreet road. There is f*ck all light on the bike path. This street is dead quiet. The right side of the road is a continuation of the bike path, and the left is a normal footpath with a long green hedge.
One morning, I was standing there waiting for a bus and this old women comes walking out from under the bridge. I didn't see her at first because as I said it was pitch black on the bike path. She crosses the road and walks up to me. She asked me if I knew where X road was. I turned to point in the direction of the road she was looking for. I turned back and she was gone.
This old woman who was walking at a snails pace disappeared within 3 seconds.
Similar thing, I was walking through NYC near Madison Square at like 4am. I had just walked my girlfriend to the train after a long night.
Some old homeless man came up to me and tapped my shoulder. I had headphones on and I turned around, took them off, and apologized that I didn't have any spare change or cash on me I could give him.
He said "No, I don't care about that. I just want to know, are you okay?"
I was pretty confused and nodded and just told him, "Yeah, I'm okay."
He made sure I was and smiled with the utmost kindness in his eyes and face and he walked away. When I turned back to look at him out of confusion, he was gone.
Weird part is about a year later is when my girlfriend and I got into a pretty sad disagreement and broke up...on that same block. Didn't even realize it until months later.
3. Did that just happen?
The scariest thing i saw was at the age of 16, I woke up early in the morning (4:30-5-ish AM) me and some friends were supposed to go on a roadtrip for the weekend (we had a long af ride to one of the stops we wanted to visit, and didn't wanna be there too late) i look out my window and it's still a kinda dark outside, i walk downstairs and see wet footprints all over the house, and suddenly a big man (Like 6'7''. i was around 6'1'' at the time) just bolt past me and out the front door.
Not really creepy, but i shat at least 5 bricks and bolted upstairs to my dad.
Nothing got stolen, but things were scattered all over the house.
"Not really creepy" - yeah dude, seeing a random 6'7 big f*cking man in 5 am is just normal I guess.
This happened to me, except I came home early from school and I caught them In the act. Two skinny guys in all black with masks. Didn't seem to have any weapons. I was like 9 and had no idea what was going on, but I remember them saying "oh sh*t" then they all kinda looked at me and one said "it's a kid" and they all just bolted. It really felt like a scene from Barry. I called my mom and she called the police, and the police never found them because I told them absolutely no information because I'm a f*ckin idiot. We then changed all the locks, put an extra deadbolt on the front door and that's the story of how my family became gun owners.
2. A waking dream?
About 8 years ago now I was taking a drive out to Kansas from the east coast. I was with a friend and we were going out to see her grandparents. Once we were about 2 hours from the grandparents house my friend starts outlining standard operating procedures of "seeing things" in and around her family's home. She seemed a bit panicky when going over everything but I managed to calm her down. I'm skeptical of everything and assured her that the things she had seen when she was a small child were just manufactured in her imagination. She insisted that the entire family had seen these "things" with the exception of her grandparents.
2 hours later, we arrive in Kansas and I'm ready to fall over because of the length of time the last leg of the trip took. We are welcomed and grandmother takes me to a back bedroom and just as she about to close the door; she stops, says "maybe you shouldn't stay in this room" and escorts me to another room. Ok, that was a little strange but whatever, I'm tired.
Fast forward to night #2 at the grandparents home. It's around 11pm and my friend is crashed out on the couch watching TV. I'm in an adjacent bedroom from which I can see her laying on the couch. I nod off for the night and wake up to a old grey man that bore a resemblance to the grandfather but was not the grandfather standing with his back to me in the doorway looking at my friend sleeping on the couch. I decided I was going to get up and confront the old grey man and something slammed me back into the bed. I tried to get up several more times with the same result. Each time I was slammed back into the bed a voice would repeat "put a seal on the door."
Finally, I snapped to it's 3 am and everything was normal. I must have been sleeping. It was a dream. No old grey man and my friend was fast asleep. So I start pacing around the room trying to decide how I feel about what had just happened. I glance over to my friend her eyes are open and she says "you seen it." I say, "get in the car, I can't be here right now."
We spend the next 4 hours sitting in a Walmart parking lot talking about the history of her experiences in that house and comparing to my own. Ok, my nerves are not on fire anymore and we are heading back to the grandparents home. We arrive and they are waiting for us inside. I tell them exactly what happened to me and I get "yeah, that's strange. We usually do seal our doors with a prayer at night but with all the excitement we just must have forgotten. All the children have mentioned stories of things but we have never seen them. We are sorry you had to go through that."
I'm really not sure what I had seen or experienced that night but when I tell people they get that look of skepticism. It's obvious they don't believe me. My conclusion is that the experience was indistinguishable from reality in the moment. I don't know what that means but it changed the way I look at things.
1. They passed the test.
This was 4 years ago. As I was walking on the sidewalk on a busy afternoon, I saw a suspicious boy/man about 18 yo. He was 10 meters away and walking what it looked like towards me. I kept my eyes on him despite the fact that he wasn't looking directly at me, his eyes were roaming jumping from an object to an object. As we approached one another, half a meter away from each other he takes out a knife and tries to stab me in my left side. He wasn't really fast, so I easily dodged it and immediately turn to see who is he, or if he is trying to stab me again. To my surprise he continues walking and after couple of meters he stopes turns around smiles and gives me thumbs up, then he continues walking in the opposite direction.
Till this day I don't know who he was, what he wanted and even my family doesn't believe me, because "if someone wanted to stab you, you can't stop him. You aren't experienced enough to dodge it like that" and something of that kind.
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The description of his behavior made me think maybe he was on drugs, but holy crap, that is terrifying.
We are told that, if you're not confident, you should just "fake it til you make it."
This is great--in theory. In practice, sometimes "faking it" can have extremely real and terrible consequences, which these people found out the hardest of hard ways.