Spooked People Share Horrifying Personal Stories They Can't Rationally Explain.

From things that go bump in the night, and to gut feelings that put you on high alert. This is a spooky list of stories that cannot be explained.

1. Basement Renovation

My ex wife and I bought an older house, 1930's. We were renovating and had put some baseboards into the basement, painted them and left them to dry overnight. We looked at them the next morning and it looked like someone had taken a sharp knife and dug it in down the entire length of two of the baseboards, almost 8 feet each. The "blade" had gouged through the new paint, old paint, primer and right down to the wood. It was just the two of us in the house.



2. Saree, Not Saree

This incident happened with my friend. He was once visiting his relatives in a semi rural town in India. During summers, the people usually preferred to sleep on the roofs of their houses on a cot. So, that's what he did. All was normal , he spread his cot on the roof and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night he wakes up to see five women, wearing white sarees, a symbol of female ghosts in Indian urban legends, hair untied and dancing in circles on the neighbouring house's rooftop. He was scared and spent the rest of night awake under the sheets with his face hidden.


3. I Love You

I was once sitting on the couch with my boyfriend, and heard the words "I love you." And then my boyfriend goes: "I love you too." I was so utterly confused, I wasn't the one who said "I love you." My mouth was shut. I remember hearing and feeling the vibrations of words and sound being produced, but I wasn't the one who did it, and he wasn't either. It sounded like a feminine voice. It sounded like it came from right in front of my face, but no one was outside the window or in the room with us. It was creepy as hell. I still think about it.


4. A Walk In The Park

One winter night, I took a walk to a park in my town and saw a guy sleeping on the ground. Even though it was very cold out, I didn't think to call an ambulance. Never saw him before so I just kinda stood there and watched the guy sleep for a moment and moved on.

A week later, I read in the papers that he died from the cold that night. The paper said his name and that he was homeless for a while. I felt really guilty but eventually forgot about him.

A few months later, I get a letter in the mail from a local hospital ADDRESSED TO HIM. It turns out that he used MY address when he was at the hospital for some reason. I turned white.


5. Trick or Freak Out

When I was young, I figured out a 'trick' to stop nightmares. Once I realized I was really scared, I'd stop and start screaming as loud as possible. This worked wonders.

One night I had a nightmare where I was being chased by a humanoid monster, black robes with a white skelton-esque face. I realized I was scared, stopped, started screaming, and felt myself wake up. But I almost immediately fell back asleep, and he was there staring at me and said 'That won't work this time'.



6. Something In The Closet

When I was a kid, my brother and I would get stuck with babysitting the neighbors kid; his name was Alex. Alex was really fond of my lego set that I had in the corner of my room--facing the window, he would play for hours, while my brother and I would play video games in the living room.

One night I was babysitting him, and I fell asleep on the couch. My brother woke me up and said, "Alex is under your bed shaking." I asked, "What's wrong with him?" My brother told me to follow him into the room, and try to talk him back out from under the bed.

I go inside to find him.


He is on the verge of tears as he was trembling profusely under my bed. I asked Alex, "What's wrong? Why are you under there?" Alex whimpered, "Him..." while looking at the my sliding closet. As I walked toward the bed in order to help him out, he ran; he ran all the way back over to his house and waited on his front steps until his parents got home.

Now, my parents were out to dinner with his, and he explained the whole story in detail to both his parents and mine; his explanation sent shivers down my spine when my brother and I left the house to meet up with his parents and find out what happened.

My mom told me that Alex was playing with my legos and heard a slight murmur from my closet, something that resembled a faint vocalization of, "come here." He said that he looked behind him and noticed the closet had a slight opening with light peering in from my lamp. He stared at the crack until he saw an eyelid open. He told us that there was a man in my closet. Alex then hid under my bed after he gave out a slight yelp (which attracted my brothers attention).

My family rushes back into my house and into my room. In horror, we find my closet door rocked open and a few things missing. My window had been left open, when it was previously closed, and a few things knocked over, which had not been touched previously.

We still don't know what force we were reckoning with after that evening. Thank God nothing more severe happened.



7. Dream Twins

I had a terrible nightmare one night, two creatures pulling me down and taking me somewhere terrible. I woke up suddenly, and realize I was screaming and probably woke the neighbours. Immediately, my boyfriend called me, I picked up and he started explaining a horrible nightmare he just had. It was the same one I had except he was watching me being pulled away by these two creatures. He lived at the other side of the town so there was no way he could have heard me or anything.


8. Don't Go In The Attic

In my childhood bedroom, was a small door that led to attic space. It became habit that I would shut the door as I walked into my room a couple times a week. I didn't think anything of it, just assumed my mom didn't close it all the way when she left it.

After a while, I made the mistake of joking with her when she made a comment about me not picking up after myself, I said something like 'every night I have to close the attic door behind you, how about you shut it all the way when you're done?' She then informed me that she hasn't been in the attic in months.

Asked my brother... nope. Asked my father... nope.

I started to pay really close attention to it. Making sure it was closed in the morning, checking it after school, checking after dinner, and head up to bed... open.

After a couple months of wondering, studying, experimenting, I thought I'd see what happens if I just don't shut it. Opened the door before school and checked it after school, still open. Checked it after dinner, still open. Before bed, still open. Now I'm laying in bed, mind going crazy with the open door across the room so, I decide to check it out. I roll over and focus on the black space into the attic.


There is a face staring back at me. I bolt downstairs, wake my parents, get ridiculed by my brother, and switched bedrooms with my brother.

About six months later, we move into a new house. My new physics teacher and his wife bought our old house. I had forgotten all about the face in the attic and chalked it up to me having an over-active mind.

By my senior year, I discovered how awesome our physics teacher was. It became my favorite class and by far, he was my favorite teacher. End of senior year my friend and I took our VHS camcorder around town, doing mostly silly things, but then took it to my old house to see what they've done with the place. We got a very fun tour, I got to tell stories about all the projects my dad did, that were still part of the house.

The wife leads us upstairs to show us the sewing room. I ask, 'Notice anything strange in this room?' and her face goes blank. On camera, she asks what I mean and I try to shrug it off but end up saying something about the attic door. She confirmed that every time she comes up to sew, the attic door is open. She then tells us that the second day of being in the house, their dog had gone into the room, started barking and could not be consoled. The dog jumped through the window, landing on the tin roof over the porch and then ran off. The dog did not come back until the next day, and has not stepped foot into the hallway that leads upstairs since.

I had the initial thought that I could show my parents and brother the story I had on film, but I decided to just let it be.



9. Bus Stop

I live in Mexico and riding the bus here is common. I was waiting for my bus to come by. I'm usually very tired after work so, I get on the first one that comes by, but this time I didn't want to get on it. I felt worried and scared so I decided to skip this one and get on the next. Cut an hour later and we're passing a huge accident. Bus driver had a heart attack foot got stuck on the gas pedal and drove straight into a house.


10. "Look Out!"

In 1975, I was flying an Army helicopter doing night training in Black-out conditions near Fort Hood Texas. I was flying down a draw with a small seasonal creek in it which was the new paradigm, designed to mask the aircraft from Russian radar. I was at the controls, my co-pilot on the map. We were low and slow tree top to tree top.

Suddenly, I had the compelling sure knowledge that I must do an emergency climb, which I did climbing almost vertically. As I pulled the guts out of the aircraft and with my nose pointed up to the stars in my chin bubble I observed the leaves of a cottonwood tree being pressed aside by the plexiglass of my chin bubble. After a couple of seconds, and now a few hundred feet above the canopy, my co-pilot and I stared at each other with wide eyes and the knowledge we barely avoided death. "How did you see that tree?" he asked me. I never did tell him that I didn't, because I have never known how to explain it. I went on to fly helicopters for thirty-seven years, accident free and I still can't explain what happened that night.



11. Listen To The Music

Seven years ago, I lived in a two story farm house that was built in 1908. I was packing clothes and putting them in a small unused bedroom. I was wearing my MP3 player and, the last time I checked, it showed three fourths battery life.

I was on my fourth, or so, trip and was hauling a load of shirts on hangers. It occurred to me the closet was empty too, "Perfect, I'll just hang 'em back up in there". This closet was almost a second room. It had a short glossy wooden door. The area of was thrice as long as wide, with hardwood floors. The lacquer still smelled, even though I'm sure it was fresh a hundred years ago. I ducked fully inside and thought, "This is a weird little place to be." Suddenly, the music doubled in volume and changed to something that WASN'T music. It was like... I don't even know... rapid nonsense. Fast electronic babbling. It scared me and I looked at my player. It was dead.

My skin felt electric for an hour after. I never felt comfortable in that room again.



12. I Have A Dream

So a few years back, probably 6-7 years, my family was living in our previous home. This was our second house we had in Ohio, the first house was about two streets over from our second house. Well one night my mom woke me up and was acting really panicked. She grabbed my brother, who was probably 5 at the time, and told me to go outside. It was about 4 in the morning, and once we all got outside my dad tried to calm my mom down. He asked her what was wrong, and she had explained that she had a dream that we were all gonna die from carbon monoxide poisoning if we stayed in the house. Then my dad told her that all the detectors were working perfectly fine and we decided to go back inside. We didn't smell anything, nor did the detectors go off, so we went to bed.

The next day my mom was watching the morning news before we went to school. The first story for the day was that a local family was rushed out of their home because of a carbon monoxide leak in there home. Which could have been just a coincidence, but then the news station showed the house. It was our old house that we just moved out of.



13. All Eyes On Me

It was a chilly December morning. I'm a hunter/mountaineer, and I hiked in to work, pre-dawn, taking about an hour and a half to go 3 miles off the beaten trails. Got to my "nest" about half an hour before sunrise and started to settle in. The wind kicked up and a fog rolled in that was thicker than milk.

Within a few minutes, my visibility was 5'. I'm sitting tight, huddled up against the freezing wind when I start to hear twigs snapping close to me. For no apparent reason, what is normally a rapturous sound indicative of an imminently successful hunt, sent a frosty chill down my spine. I chambered a round in my lever action 30-30 as quietly as I could, and lay flat on my back tucked against a fallen tree. The rustling was moving closer through the fog, but I couldn't see anything.

The sun was starting to peek over the mountains to my east and visibility was starting to increase. The rustling of twigs and leaves was sporadic, sometimes directly in front of me, sometimes behind or beside me. I remember laying there, rifle across my chest, thinking to myself how silly it was to react like such a coward. I rationed with myself that bears and mountain lions are a rarity where I was, and I had likely stumbled into a herd of white-tail that had bedded down. I decided to sit up. The rustling stopped immediately. As it was fully dawn by now, I was looking through the fog for the outline of my prey, which I had assured myself was literally all around me. It wasn't. Seemingly, nothing was. (CONTINUED...)

By now, the fog had faded away and it was apparent to me that I was alone in those woods.

I hunted all that day without seeing so much as a squirrel. Around 3 in the afternoon, after fighting the wind and an abnormally cold day, and not wanting to hike out by flashlight, I decided it was time to start back to the truck. Walking out of those woods was the most uneasy I have ever felt.

Lawfully, once you make it back to the trail, you're supposed to clear the chamber of your rifle. Not that day. What is normally a stroll through the woods, I undertook with the seriousness of an animal being stalked. I would walk, then stop and listen. I never heard or saw anything during my retreat, but I could feel eyes on me.

I was about 100 feet away from my truck, when I rounded the last corner and saw, hanging at eye level from a tree by a noose, a stuffed bear in a blaze orange jacket. I'm a giant, broad shouldered outdoorsman, but that one shook me something fierce.



14. "Go Back Upstairs, Kid!"

When I was little, I would go over to my grandparent's house frequently with my sister and cousins. My grandparents have an attached mother-in-law apartment, so we always played in there while the grown-ups would talk in the main house.

One day, we were playing hot and cold with a little key we found in the apartment. While one person was hiding it, they accidentally dropped it and it fell under the door to the basement. I opened the door to get it and when I did, there was a man standing at the bottom of the stairs that I didn't recognize. He had a bunch of stuff in his arms, like he had rummaged through my grandparent's basement. (Keep in mind, my grandparents were hoarders, their basement was full of stuff that they either forgot about or put in storage, some of it being relatively valuable). When he saw me, he yelled at me "GO BACK UPSTAIRS, KID! GO!" I was so freaked out, I bolted and immediately ran into the main house to tell my parents. My dad went into the basement to look, but couldn't find anyone.

To this day they all tell me I imagined it, but my sister and cousins insist it's real too. About 5 years later, both of my grandparents passed away, so I was helping my dad clean out their basement. Turns out they were missing a ton of stuff. I haven't gone back in that house since.



15. Blinded By The Light

I used to work doing maintenance at historic properties. There was a historic house museum I worked at when it wasn't open to the public. It was part of a whole landmark site, there was a visitor's center with offices and then the house was about half a mile up a dirt road in a wooded area. Sometimes I worked with a crew, but there were a lot of times I was there alone.

One winter day, when it was really cloudy and dark, I was working alone to get ready to replace some electric work on the exterior of the house. I went inside and turned off the circuit to the whole property, and I tested it. It was off. I locked the doors and went outside to work. After about an hour, I got down from my ladder and started walking around the house and then one of the lights inside the house TURNED ON. I started to freak out, but thought that maybe someone was playing a joke on me... I called the visitor's center on my walkie-talkie, and confirmed that the only other person who was working that day was still there and hadn't left, and that all the keys to the house were present and accounted for. That's when I freaked out and ran the half mile up to the office.

I made my coworker come back with me to check out what was going on, but when we got to the house, the light was off again- but the bulb was still warm. All the doors were still locked and the circuit was still off. Still gives me shivers to this day.


16. 100 Words Per Minute

In my childhood home I would often hear touch typing coming from the computer downstairs early in the mornings. I didn't think much of it at first - my parents worked from home and it wouldn't be uncommon to wake up in the morning to hear Mum typing away at the computer.

One day I got up and called out to Mum assuming she was down there working as I could hear typing. No answer. No one was down there at all. I was sure I heard typing. This began happening regularly. I figured I was so used to hearing typing from downstairs that I was hearing things that weren't there, so I didn't mention anything to anyone figuring I was going a bit crazy.

This happened on and off over a period of 6 months. The sound of fast typing and fast, furious clicking of a mouse as if someone was frustrated.

One morning I was eating my breakfast when I heard Mum at the top of the stairs call out to me, "You're not down there on that computer already?!" I froze and ran out to her. I was amazed she had heard it too; she was convinced she could hear typing, yet no one was down there. I told her about all the times I'd been hearing it and then my sister opened up about hearing it regularly too when no one was down there. I wasn't crazy after all.

I set out to try catch whatever was causing it and to try discover a rational explanation for it. I'd sprint out of my bedroom, to the top of the stairs where I was able to look down into the room to see if anyone was at the computer. No such luck; every time I got there it stopped.

I think it went on for a couple of years and we learnt just to kind of live with it as it wasn't every day.

I was down there once when the ceiling light globe in the center of the room began flashing very fast, strobe-like. (CONTINUED...)

It then exploded and glass went shattering all across the room. If I hadn't ran I would've been hit with bits of light bulb.

Around that same time I was on the computer at home by myself when something happened that resulted in me never being alone in that room again. I felt and heard this really sharp intake of breath directly behind my right shoulder near my ear. I've never ran so fast in my life and was hesitant going in that room ever again. Prior to that, the whole typing thing had just been something weird and a bit spooky - not scary. Still makes my heart race when I think about it today.



17. Life Is Like A Basket Of Raspberries

My story is more like a glitch in the matrix. I'm really sceptical when it comes to various paranormal activities, but one thing happened couple of years ago that I can't rationally explain.

My father was picking me up from airport, we got into the car, and started driving home. Then I remembered I left my small bag in airport toilet so we went back. We parked our car at guarded multi-level parking and locked it, even if we didn't, it locks itself after 30 seconds.

When we came back, we found a tiny basket with raspberries in it, on the drivers seat. My father was sitting there 4 minutes ago, obviously, we had no idea how the heck they appeared there. He didn't buy them, and I didn't bring them with me. There was only one entrance to the parking, guarded by a parking guard, and he said nobody entered or left when we were gone. This story is now legendary among my family and nobody can explain it.



18. Monkey Business

I was stationed in Erlangen, Germany between 1990 to 1993, but lived off post in Nrnberg in a condominium with my then wife and two daughters. My oldest daughter was 3 and would often come running into our bedroom crying, and complaining of a "monkey" in her room. She didn't have any toys of monkeys, or apes, so it was kinda baffling to understand her or her fear. Their bedroom and ours were across from each other between the hallway, and we could see directly into their bedroom from ours.

One late night, sitting up in bed reading, I caught movement out of my right side. Thinking one of my kids may be up, I walked to their room, but they were both asleep. I go back to my bed and book, and again, I noticed movement, so I glanced over to their room from my bed and that's when I saw what appeared to be the outline of a child as it walked in the bedroom where my daughters were sleeping. I launched out my bed, and covered the distance between my room and theirs in maybe four leaps....nothing! my daughters were both sleeping. This was mid-tour for me, so for the remaining year and a half, we all slept in our room.



19. Gray Rider

My family owns a decent sized horse boarding facility, and when we first had it going we used to do bed check as a family. Bed check was just making sure all the lights and fans were off as well as looking at the horses for injuries and if they had blankets during the winter. Well, we had just got back from eating out and it was a moonless night during fall. As we stepped out of the truck, this large light gray mass stood up and took off loping towards our pastures. It was about the size of a single cab pick up truck. It made no noises other than it hitting the ground as it ran.

The only other proof that it was real to us was the horses that were turned out that night screamed and stampeded across the pasture it had jumped into. We did a double count of all the horses that night and not a single one was missing. I still have yet to see it again, and I hope I never do or at least there is some explanation for it.


20. You're Stuck

I was working at a hotel in Albuquerque,the graveyard shift. I had been talking to the security guard and he asked if he could get a ride home, so instead of waiting for 30 minutes for my shift to end I just left and left a note for my boss, lying, that said I left early because my brother was stranded outside of town and needed me to get him. I drop off the security guard at his place then go home and go to sleep. A couple of hours of sleep.

I wake up to my phone ringing, it was my brother, he tells me he is stranded outside of town and he needs me to go get him. I tell my brother the lie I told my boss and how much of a coincidence his calling me is. He says that's not weird he will show me what's weird when I get there. I get there and ask him what is weird. He puts his phone up to my ear and plays a message that he got when he woke up that morning. It's a voice that kinda sounded computerized but mostly just creepy sounding. It says:


Freaked us both out. Never figured out where the call came from. Strangest creepiest thing that's ever happened to me in my life.



21. She 's Not There

My wife and I were asleep one night. I woke up suddenly and felt like someone was at the foot of our bed. I opened my eyes and saw a woman standing there. She slowly turned towards me and just stared. Not being fully awake yet, my brain couldn't get fully afraid, but was instead curious and confused as to why there was another person in the room. I sat up and reached toward the woman, trying to figure out if she was real or not. When my hand reached her face she disappeared. My wife woke up at this point and asked me what I was doing. All I could say was that I thought I saw something. We both laid back down facing each other and closed our eyes.

Not a minute later, we both heard this guttural roar/growl that sounded like a mix between a bear, lion, and howler monkey, emanating from behind our headboard. There's nothing behind that wall since it's an outside 2nd story wall. She immediately began screaming and I searched the house from top to bottom. We never found out what made that noise. Took us a while to sleep in our bedroom again.



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