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false | Variant Oaks: Thalassophobia Triplets | [Orientation](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/1537b9n/welcome_to_variant_oaks_meet_the_green_goat/)
[The Sonata Siren](https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15qxgqh/variant_oaks_meet_the_sonata_siren/?)
Anomalies’ Names: Scylla, Charybdis, and Cymopolea – The Thalassophobia Triplets
 
Status: Officially Unclassified (Unofficially Red)
 
Description: The triplets are three immortal sea monsters responsible for the area known as The Briares Triangle. Any ships who enter this area are likely to be attacked and sunk by these monstrous sisters. Other forms of transport that pass by them are not much safer with many airplanes being brought down in the triangle.
 
Scylla takes the form a sort of giant sea sphinx. Her top half resembles a beautiful young maiden with the only unusual features being the gills on her neck and her blue-green hair. Below her torso is a sort of living skirt of dog heads connected to her waist by their stretched-out necks. Beneath her skirt she has a long fish like tail often assorted with mermaids. Scylla does not seem able to control the dog heads attached to her waist whose necks will stretch to allow them to chase prey. She does not seem bothered by this as she uses her attractive naked top half to lure in sailors so that her dogs can devour them.
 
Charybdis’ body resembles a large lamprey/eel/squid hybrid creature with her most noticeable feature being her oval sucking disk mouth full of horn-shaped teeth. She swallows up huge amounts of water through her mouth causing huge whirlpools which suck ships to the bottom of the sea. Charybdis can expel the absorbed water through her long tentacles in the form of jets of liquid that can knock people off ships similar to how an archer fish knocks bugs off branches.
 
Cymopolea resembles a titanic humanoid with fifty heads which cover every part of her large torso and one hundred arms. Some of her heads are so sunken into her body that they barely protrude whereas others form large protrusions such as the gelatinous faces that cover her otherwise uncovered breasts. Cymopolea’s heads exhale huge gusts that causes storms. Her mighty hands strike the sea causing tidal waves.
 
History: These sisters were once nymphs who were unfortunate enough to pass by the island where the siren Melirea had isolated herself. Melirea’s songs warp the body of anyone unfortunate who to hear them. Normally, a person who hears the siren’s voice shrink into small and harmless members of her chorus. The nymphs own supernatural abilities mixed badly the magic of Melirea and turns them into gigantic monsters instead.
 
The Thalassophobia nymphs’ locations relative to this island form an equilateral triangle with each sister always about 10 miles away from each other except for rare convergence events. The sisters circle (triangle?) around the center of the triangle attacking anything that gets close to the island.
 
The Collective had hoped removing the siren whose songs they adored would calm down these sea creatures. Instead, they have only gotten more aggressive, often randomly expanding the size of their triangle as they search for Melirea. We have not been able to bring them in because the Northern Union uses them as guard dogs and consider them a landmark. The Collective will occasionally send a research team to collect information about them.
 
Rules for interacting with Scylla:
1. Scylla typically keeps her terrifying lower half submerged so she can lure in her prey with her attractive upper body. Don’t get closer to her.
2. There is no known limit to how far the necks of the dog heads attached to her waist can stretch. They hunt by scent rather than sight so try to disguise your scent with scented materials provided by the Collective.
3. If her dogs close in on you attack their necks. They are more fragile than the heads. Beware that the heads removed from the necks stay alive for quite some time. The necks will eventually grow new heads.
 
Rules for interacting with Charybdis:
1. Beware of your boat drifting. Her whirlpools can draw unaware vessels closer before they even realize it.
2. The jets of water she shoots from her tentacles are powerful enough to separate flesh from bone. Try to stay behind cover if she has noticed your boat.
3. Charybdis tentacles are typically used for sniping, but if you get close enough, she will use them to drag your boat into her gaping mouth.
 
Rules for interacting with Cymopolea:
1. Cymopolea’s eyes on all her faces fully functional so it is almost impossible to sneak past her. Don’t try it.
2. Her arms are longer than they look so beware of them try to grabbing your boat from under the water.
3. The storms and tidal waves she generates are extremely dangerous, but can be used to push back her sisters if they are chasing you.
 
Rules for interacting with all three triplets:
1. Scylla is generally agreed to be the least dangerous of the three sisters to those who know about her alluring trap.
2. Charybdis is generally accepted to have the worst senses of the three sisters so she is the one you will have the best odds of sailing past without being noticed.
3. Cymopolea is generally thought to be the dumbest of the three sisters so you might be able to trick her.
 
Rehabilitation Goals:
The Thalassophobia Triplets do not fall under the Collective’s remit, so we have no rehabilitation goals for them. However, if a certain siren after learning to control her powers and being classified as a type Green wants to return them to their beautiful humanoid nymph forms that is not our concern either. | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15yz9vb/variant_oaks_thalassophobia_triplets/ | Ruleshorror | daabraham |
false | Rules for blackout | Oh, you were just working the night-shift at the hospital, the power went out, and when it went back on, everything looked funny? Well good job! You are now for some reason in the underworld (that's where the dead are). Now, for your safety, I will give you a couple of rules. Follow them for your safety and the ghost's sake.
1-if you see someone with the hospital's uniform, well good job, you found another living person! You may do whatever with them.
2-if you see someone with strange skin color, strange hair color, or marks of deadly wounds, that's a stable ghost, you can talk with them with some care, don't be rude, okay?
3-if you see something that isn't human looking in the slightest, don't get too close to it, it can become aggressive.
4-if you find a key, don't use it, curiosity kills the cat.
5-if you for some reason decide to still use the key, take note of a few areas you mustn't enter.
5A-the lounge. There's something in there that's constantly crying. Though, you probably won't hear it between the hissing and the scratching.
5B-the garden, there's something in these flowers, she might be beautiful in that wedding dress, but both her claws and teeth are sharp and painful.
5C-the basement, there's a lot of nasty critters down there, and even if you fight back their care-taker will not like it one bit, and considering the kind of chemical he has, you don't really want to anger him.
5D-any area with pink goo, at best, it'll be a fraction of the thing, at worst, it would be the monster itself. It might look like a dog, but it's six eyes and it's three mouths should give away it's not a good boy.
6-if there's noise in the cafeteria, it's just that some ghost decide to throw a party like they do every night, don't be rude, and Don't gamble with the man that has a hat with a skull on it, you'd lose your life savings, your death savings, and possibly your identity.
7-don't go to the nursery. Someone over there is just giving me the creeps.
8-if you see a purple eye, please erase it, nobody likes this thing around here.
9-no matter what, do not burn anything that has the eye on it. I can't stress it enough.
10-wait out the blackout, it won't last more than a few hours.
I think that should be it, good luck! | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15yl621/rules_for_blackout/ | Ruleshorror | taod_game |
false | Would you like to play a game? | You've been approached by a shady man, He asks you if you want to play a game. You were gonna decline but he says he'll give you $1000 if you win, Quite a tempting but dangerous offer. Follow these instructions to survive.
1. Refuse to play the game, The punishment of losing is to be sacrificed to it. The best way to survive the game is not playing it.
That'd be the only rule if you followed rule 1 , If you didn't then continue reading.
2. Follow the man without saying anything.
3. The game you will be playing will be one of four, You don't get to choose. Follow the rules 5-8 depending on the game.
4. Do not cheat no matter what game you play, It'll know.
5. Follow this rule if you're playing UNO.
5A. Your opponent will always go first, DON'T GO FIRST NO MATTER HOW LONG HE TAKES TO MAKE HIS MOVE.
5B. Do not stack +4s , Just pickup the cards. It doesn't like to draw too many cards at once.
5C. Always say UNO when you have one card left. If you don't then the cost will be more than just picking up the cards.
5D. If you win, Shake your opponent's hand. He'll hand over the money and you're free to go.
6. Follow this rule if you're playing darts.
6A. You'll see that the dart board will have organs on it. The organs you hit will hurt as if they exploded, This is a game of tolerance rather than aim.
6B. Do not faint, It's the same as forfeiting.
6C. Do not try to hurt your opponent, It'll get angry.
6D. If you can't win, Try to draw. Anything is better than a loss
6E. If you win, Don't say anything. Just take the money from him and leave.
7. Follow this rule if you're playing tic-tac-toe.
7A. You get 3 chances to win. If you draw thrice in a row, You lose.
7B. This is the hardest game to win since a draw isn't an option and winning isn't easy. But don't give up.
7C. If you somehow manage to win, Punch the guy in the face and run after grabbing the money from his pocket.
8. If you're playing Survival island, It's a long game and hence a different set of rules will be published by the UDA soon.
9. You need not report this incident. Unless you play some game not mentioned in the rules or something unusual happens.
-The UDA | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15xcafg/would_you_like_to_play_a_game/ | Ruleshorror | No_Competition7327 |
false | A Home Vist | Hello, little bro. How are you? As you know, your home visit is soon, and you need to complete this before the end of September. So, as your nice and beautiful sister, I wrote this letter to remind you about the deadline and “the rule.” I’m not sure how much you remember about this tradition, so I wrote this as if you don’t remember anything, okay? First, a home visit is a tradition for people who were born in our village but moved out. Five years after they moved out, they must come back to visit Grandma Jun and Aunt Mary. Once you complete this task, you will be an outsider to our village and your association to the village will be severed permanently. Despite all the rumors around this tradition, so long as you follow the rule, there should be no problem. . . at least, I hope there won’t be any.
Rules for home visit (aka “the rule”):
1. You can reach our village via bus only. You can take bus number 103 from your city, and the village is the last stop. There is a pavilion next to the bus stop, so use that as a sign to get off the bus.
2. If you come before 4.00 p.m., please stay at the pavilion until 4.00 p.m. Then you can take a path down to the village. Do not come before 4.00 p.m. The latest you can take a path is before 6.00 p.m.
3. Grandma’s Jun house is at the end of the path. You don’t need to take any turn; just go straight. I suggest you make a note of the location of the river in the village and whether there is a boat or not. This is important if you happen to encounter a “special case.”
4. Once you reach the house, check whether the light is on or not. If there’s no light coming from the house, then wait until 7.00 p.m. before coming back to check the house again. If it’s still pitch black, then you are in luck. Go to the front door of the house and knock on it three times. After that, say this exact phase, “Grandma Jun. Aunt Mary. I came to visit.” You may go back to the pavilion; there will be a bus there waiting for you. Consider this the end of your visitation.
5. If the light is on, go to the door and knock on it three times. A woman will answer your door. If the woman has red hair, then she is Aunt Mary. If the woman has white hair, she is Grandma Jun. Take note of who answers your call. This is important.
6. Regardless of who answered your door, you will be invited to their house, and offered a meal. The meal will always be something you don’t like, but you must eat it. Do not turn down their meal right off the bat because it will greatly increase the chance of a special case occurring, and trust me, you don’t want that. If you really dislike that meal, take a few bites before you say you’re full.
7. Grandma Jun and Aunt Mary will try to make conversation with you during the meal. Go along with it and try to be as friendly as possible. One thing though, do not give them your real name and your current address. Your fake name can be anything but Andrew, George, and Samantha. Yes, you can even use female name despite you are male, and they won’t notice anything. Just not those three names. After 9.00 p.m., they will take you to the bedrooms.
8. There will be three bedrooms that they offer you to sleep in. There will be two on the right and one on the left. Here’s the crucial part. You want to be in a room with a mirror, and you can know which room has it by who answered your door. If you have Aunt Mary, take the single room on the left. If you have Grandma Jun, take the room at the back on the right-hand side. There are also three holes in the wall. The holes are big and very noticeable, but you must not comment on it. There’s one hole for each room. Each hole lets you glance briefly to see what is inside the bedroom. In case you can’t remember who answered your door, tell them you want to use the restroom. The restroom is at the end of hallway, so you will have a chance to peek inside each room, and I repeat again DO NOT COMMENT ON THE HOLE. That hole will be your life saver soon enough, and you also need that mirror, but if you choose the wrong room, do not change it. Just take it. Changing room will always land you on a special case, and in that case, mirror and hole won’t help you.
9. Once you are in the room, hopefully with the mirror, take note of your surroundings. There will be a bed next to the window. Try to rearrange the furniture here to increase your chance of survival. First, you will be lying on the bed with your back facing the door. Well, the only sleep position that you can’t do is to side sleeping with you facing the door. Doing so will increase the chance of a special case, but I recommend this sleep position for convenience. So, try lying on the bed first, then place the mirror so that you can see the hole and the door of your bedroom in its reflection. Next, unlock the window, and make sure to open it. This will be your exit in a special case. After you complete this preparation, you can lie down or do something else to kill time. You need to go to bed before 11.00 p.m. and try to sleep if possible.
10. Here’s the different scenarios (rule# 11-13) that could occur. Respond to it accordingly.
11. If you managed to sleep before 0.00 a.m., then congratulations. You get the easy way out of this. In the next morning, pack all your stuff and go meet Grandma Jun and Aunt Mary. They will try to make you stay. Don’t. Politely decline them and walk to the pavilion. DO NOT LOOK BACK. If you happen to look back, then run to the pavilion as fast as possible. They will try to catch you because you now see their “real” house. Once you reach the pavilion, they will no longer chase you. You are out of their domain after all. There will be a bus waiting for you there. Take it to go back to the city.
12. If you can’t sleep and now hear footsteps, then open your eyes. Don’t fully open them though; just enough to see. Aunt Mary or Grandma Jun will come to check up on you, and you will see who it is from the hole. I hope you are good at staying up all night because now you can’t go back to sleep anymore. There are two scenarios for this.
1. If you have Aunt Mary, close your eyes before she opens the door, and pretend to be asleep. She will walk toward you and check on you. Stay still as much as possible. Even if she stops checking on you or you hear her walk away, do not open your eyes. Just keep pretending to be asleep. This will be over once you hear the rooster; that’s a signal for the dawn. Only then, you can open your eyes again.
2. If you have Grandma Jun, keep your eyes open. Blink is ok, but don’t close them for more than 5 seconds. She will usually stay there at the door, but she won’t open it. She will be standing in front of your room for some time before she leaves you. Sometimes she will open the door and enter the room. If that’s the case, then just keep your eyes focusing on her. She will leave eventually. You don’t need to pretend sleeping like Aunt Mary but do stay in bed.
3. In the next morning, pack all your stuff and go meet Grandma Jun and Aunt Mary. They will try to make you stay. Politely decline them and walk to the pavilion. There will be a bus waiting for you there.
13. This is “special cases” I pray this won’t happen. Not many people get these because they only occur if you don’t follow the rules. Even if you don’t follow the rules, there may also be a chance that they do not occur as well. If they do, however, your survivor chance is low now, so read carefully. You know you get special cases if you get rule #12 and hear the second footsteps after the event. If you have Aunt Mary before, you can open your eye as soon as you heard the second footsteps. There will be no consequence now. The one to visit you will be the different one from rule #12 or you can also get both. . . Pray hard that it’s not both.
1. If you get a different one, do the same as rule #12, but there is a difference. If you have Aunt Mary this time, be careful whether she laugh or not. You will hear her giggle first then follow up by laughing. If you didn’t hear that, then stay in your bed. She will do the same as in rule #12, and hopefully it will be just that. However, if you hear the giggle then that is a signal. Roll out of your bed unless you want to get knifed. Exit the house via the window and run as fast as you can to the pavilion. Once you reach the pavilion, she can no longer reach you. Stay there. Don’t try to run further than the pavilion or else you can face something worse. So long as you stay in the pavilion, then you are safe. Wait there until dawn, and there will be a bus arriving. Take the bus. Forget all your belongings in the house. Don’t worry I will try to collect them and send them back to you if possible.
2. If you get Grandma Jun, then she will now enter the room. If you are lucky, she will keep watching you for some time before she leaves like in rule#12. However, if her eye rolled back and you only see her white eye, then that’s your clue to get out of your bed. She will start crying and her tear is made of blood. Cover your ears and take the window to exit the house. Her cry will make you feel weak, so don’t listen to it. Run toward the river this time. If there was no boat before, jump into the river. You will wake up in the bus this time, and congrats on surviving. If there was a boat, however, there will be a ferryman stationed for you. Jump onto the boat and tell them that Grandma Jun is chasing you. They will help you deal with her. After that, the ferryman will escort you to the city. You will then wake up at the city’s bus stop. Forget all your belongings in the house. Don’t worry I will try to collect them and send them back to you if possible.
3. If you get both, I should congratulate you on winning the lottery called having the worst luck possible. There’s no need for clue this time. They will smile sweetly, yet it will be the scariest smile you could ever see. If you see both in the hole, then exit the house via window right away. Take the path to the pavilion, but this time the path will turn in to T junction instead of straight path that you took when you came to the house. Turn left and keep running. Hope that they choose to give up the chase after some time but if not. . . I’m sorry.
I almost forgot, but don’t bother to call for help for your visitation. All villagers, including your previous friends, will deliberately ignore you. Save yourself by following the instructions. That is the best way to survive, especially for special cases.
Phew, that’s quite a long set of rules, eh? Don’t worry too much about special cases though. Last time, we got that was like 30 years ago. That girl managed to break most rules somehow. Though, the rule was not as clear as nowadays. Again, don’t fret, so long as you follow the rule, special cases will not happen. Or if it occurs and you don’t make it, it won’t be that bad in the end. I can promise you that. Anyway, I hope this is the last letter I should be able to send to you. Take care of yourself, and don’t play games too much.
Love,
​
Samantha
Edit: to fix the paragraph because the numbers and the formats are messed up.
Edit (after multiple edits): I gave up. Reddit doesn't allow to do multiple layers of bullet points, so need to change a bit of contents to fit the new layout. I'm sorry if this messed up anyone's notification. | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15xh2qx/a_home_vist/ | Ruleshorror | YaoiFanBoyz |
false | You just woke up? Oh, goodie! | Good morning, sleepyhead! You just woke up from your surgery! If your reading this note, that means it was successful! I myself am currently not around, but you can read this for more information [or stay blissfully ignorant, but that’s up to you].
I am **Trainee Doctor Sarka.** I’m most noticeable by my bright pink hair. I’m currently wearing a lab coat and a pink flower that matches my hair. If you see me in a different outfit with a different flower, don’t worry! It’s still technically me! [don’t trust those that look like me without a flower DON’T TRUST THEM].
You might meet **Dr. Ambrosia.** She has dark blue hair and goggles on. No flower! She wears a lab coat, boots and fishnets [we don’t know why, she just likes them]. If the doctor looks different than my description, hit the call button and wait for me to arrive. I will deal with this imposter accordingly. Do not engage with a fake Dr. Ambrosia.
If a tall woman with brown hair, a black dress and a space necklace enters, talk to her! That’s **miss Macha!** Miss Macha is very nice and will keep you from getting lonely. Don’t be rude to her though. At the very least, she’d leave you in a vegetative state.
You’ll hear people walking around your room when there’s no one there. Don’t worry, those are just **miss Macha’s friends** coming to check on you. If they touch you at all though, hit the call button. Miss Macha’s friends don’t touch people or things.
There’s one more person, but you probably won’t see him often. His name is **Charlie,** and he’ll only come into your room if it’s urgent. You can trust Charlie, they’re quite nice. Charlie wears a white long sleeve shirt, light blue shorts, white tights, black shoes, a corset and some extra details. Their hair is a fluffy orange, but don’t touch Charlie’s hair.
…
**Here are some base rules:**
Never look under your bed. *Never.*
Ignore the distant screams, that isn’t from the division you’re in. You are in recovery hall III, room VII. They are most likely coming from hall IX [apologies if you do not understand Roman Numerals, Dr. Ambrosia insists we use them].
Don’t be rude to anyone, keep in mind that they have access to your IVs and medications. You wouldn’t want to be given the wrong thing, would you now?
The screams I mentioned before might come outside your door. Do not fret, they’ll go away when they don’t hear anyone to ~~help them.~~ harm. \*’harm’ was written in a messier way than Sarka had been writing…\*
Ignore any arguments you may hear, it’s okay.
If there are two of me, don’t worry. As long as we have different flowers and outfits, there’s no need to panic.
If there’s absolutely no noise other than your breathing, call me. Something is wrong.
If the power is to go out, don’t panic. It’s most likely a maintenance issue.
Dr. Ambrosia will take over from here!
…
Hello, dear patient.
\*was that… the same writing as the ‘harm’ message..? Did Dr. Ambrosia write it?\*
I will check in on your every hour, so do not be afraid if you see me poking my head in. As Trainee Sarka mentioned, call either her or I if you have reason to suspect that one of us isn’t truly us. If you have allergies to food products or dietary restrictions, tell Macha or I. We will make your food differently than the others. If I’m walking by and you call out for me, I may not hear you. I have other things going on. Do not be afraid if I have blood on my clothes or hair when talking to you, I was just dealing with something else.
See you when you wake up, *signed Dr. Ambrosia.* | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15wpq89/you_just_woke_up_oh_goodie/ | Ruleshorror | WolfiaFan10 |
false | I just got a job at a gas station and my new manager gave me a strange list of rules |
It’s my first day on my new job but I don’t know what to do. The manager , seeing I was confused handed me a list of rules.
1.If a customer asks for any amount on pump 11 , walk Into the storage room behind the counter and hide
until you hear them leave we don’t have a pump 11.
2. If you get a phone call between the times of 11pm to 12 pm, don’t pick up.
3.At around 9pm a Mom and her son will usually enter if they enter past 9:30pm ignore them.
3.5: If the mother and son don’t show up, leave immediately, or you will share the same fate as them .
4. If you see a tall black figure with red eyes, that’s just George, but if it’s a short black figure with red eyes, refer to rule 5
5: There is a gun underneath the counter in case of robbers and any encounters with him
6: He’s watching ignore his presence.
7: Don’t trust the man wearing a black suit ,jeans, and a white fedora.
8: Don’t trust anything in brackets it’s not me.
9: (Trustt thee mans wif the white fordora ands a blak soot and jeens)
9: The him I’ve been referring to is a entity that roams around this place don’t mention that to anyone | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15wiuo0/i_just_got_a_job_at_a_gas_station_and_my_new/ | Ruleshorror | onepieceliker |
false | Rules for Homewood Hotels. | Hello and thank you and dearly valued guests and Homewood Hotels. We would like to thank you for choosing our hotel service for your stay. Here’s a list of rules to help you during your stay.
These rules should not be treated as a recommendation. These rules are extremely important and should be taken with extreme seriousness. Failure to adhere to the rules will result in consequences that the hotel management is not responsible for.
If you arrive and find that there is no one behind the counter, ring the bell three times. If no one comes after 30 seconds, after ringing the bell, leave, you are not in the hotel, come back 15 minutes later and do it again. Repeat until somebody comes to check you in, trust us when we say, it’s much better to do this tedious task than face
From the hours of 8 PM to 2 AM you may leave your room, however, from the hours of 2 AM to 6 AM if it is any time you have to leave you have five minutes to make your way off the floor or out of the hallway, if this rule is not adhered to you are more than likely never to be seen again.
Do not sleep on the floor. If at any point anybody is forced to sleep on the floor, call the front desk and ask for an extra cot bed, it is of no inconvenience to the front desk. but it will more than likely result in a very painful demise for you. It thinks you're there to play with it.
If your room has a balcony and you hear giggling coming from the said balcony, and you will hear it even if you have headphones in, it will be distinguishable from all sounds, even another giggling. If you hear the giggling, go into the bathroom and wait, only you, only the person he heard the giggling, no one else to go in, NO ONE ELSE.
If at all you wake up from the hours of 12 AM to 1 AM and you are the only person awake in the room, hide under the covers and be as quiet as you can you may breathe but try and be as quiet as you can, its hearing is good but it isn’t the best, have no light with you under the covers and make yourself a small as possible by laying flat, its eyesight it's pretty good.
If it is any point from the hours 3 AM to 5 AM for a rhythmic pounding on your door or knocks every 30 seconds for two minutes open it immediately you may open it before the two minutes are up or as soon as the two minutes are up, but if you’re asleep, don’t worry it won’t come, it only comes if you’re awake. Once you open the door either a man or woman will be standing there. If it’s the man, smile, and invite him in, but do not adhere to his demands, merely offer him the package under the sink, even if you don’t think there’s a package under there when you go to check it will be there, he will leave after you give it to him. However, if it is the woman, send her away by saying “I’m sorry, but not tonight.” She will begin to cry and she will beg to be let in, but you must not under any circumstance let her in, she’s very deceptive, and she can look like the most beautiful woman in the world or she can look like a pregnant woman that’s scared, but DO. NOT. for the love of the holy God let her in, if you do not adhere to this rule, you will be taken by her, and not where she promised you.
If you hear screaming from under the bed, hid under the bed covers and don’t come out for two minutes after the screaming ends. Don’t worry about anyone else, it won’t take them, only the person who heard the screams.
If at any time you wake up and look out the window, and the sky or the moon is red, immediately run to the bathroom, fill the bath with cold water, and completely submerge yourself. They hate cold water. Wait thirty seconds, then return to your bed.
Thank you again for choosing Homewood Hotels and we hope you have an amazing stay with us.
\-Hotel Management
​
\*Please be kind this is my first time writing a rules horror thing.\*
Since a bunch of people have commented on my grammar and spelling, I suck at writing and I wrote this with text-to-speech so sorry that it sucks. | https://www.reddit.com/r/Ruleshorror/comments/15wj4o7/rules_for_homewood_hotels/ | Ruleshorror | Maxrod1225 |
true | I think I almost just got robbed | I (21f) live with my grandparents in a large city on a busy road. I was just in bed when I heard the doorbell ring, and I was about to answer it, but my grandpa got to the door before me. I am now so glad that he did.
I couldn’t see the front door from the hallway, but when he opened it, I heard a woman say, “Hi… my name is Taylor. I think I know you.” I didn’t recognize that name, and my grandpa didn’t either, because he told her that he definitely didn’t know her. He asked how he could help her, and I heard him open the door wider and then her quick footsteps as she ran away.
After she left, I came out to ask my grandpa what happened. He told me about the interaction with a puzzled look, and I immediately recognized it as suspicious. We have a Ring doorbell, so we pulled up the video it had taken.
It showed a young woman covered in tattoos approaching our yard. As she walks up, she whistles loudly to someone off-camera. I watch as my grandpa opens the door and she says that she thinks she knows him. Now, my grandpa is a retired police officer, and tonight, he happens to be wearing his t-shirt with the name of our city’s police department. When he opens the door wider, she must notice his shirt, because her eyes widen and she runs away. I watch as the video shows her holding up her arms, crossed in an “x” while she runs away, and a few seconds later, a man *crawls out from behind my car* parked outside and follows her. Then, the woman can be heard whistling again as they walk down the block.
My grandpa called the non-emergency police line to report suspicious activity and two officers arrived 15 minutes later to hear our statements and watch the video. They seemed to agree that these were probably two addicts working together, casing out the neighborhood to see which houses they could break into. Since there was no proof of a crime committed, the officers gave us an email to send the video to and left.
I can’t help but wonder what would have happened if I, a 5’3”, 100 lb 21 year old young woman had been the one to answer the door, instead of my grandpa, a 6’2”, ex-military, retired police officer. So, sketchy couple lurking around my neighborhood, let’s not meet. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14gpxns/i_think_i_almost_just_got_robbed/ | LetsNotMeet | ariaserene |
true | The man wanted me to go with him. |
Tldr. He was touching himself, and tried to convince me to go with him to his room.
When I (44f) was around 6 or 7 years old I lived with my parents in a very small village. It was only one road, on one side there was some houses, and on the other side there was a beach.
Where the houses and the road ended there was a hiking trail, but I wasn't allowed to go on it. Our house was maybe 4 or 5 houses from the end of the road.
This particular day I was walking our small dog, a dachshund. I went to the beginning of the trail and was getting ready to turn around and go back, when suddenly a man approached me.
He was maybe 35 or 40 years old, was wearing red sweatpants and a stained t-shirt. His glasses seemed too big for his face, and his hair was greasy, and a bit too long.
He said hi, and started chatting with me. I remember getting a weird feeling, but being so young I kind of dismissed it.
But thinking back, I clearly remember his piercing eyes, he was staring really intensely at me. And the whole time he had one hand in his pocket, moving it slowly up and down.
It seemed odd to me, but back then I had no idea what he was doing...!
He asked me all sorts of questions, and that is when my dog decided to take a dump. I remember thinking: "Oh no, not now, why do you have to do that now!?"
The man got a weird smile on his face, and he said "it is shitting!" He then kept staring at my dog, doing its business as if he was fascinated.
At that point I just knew that there was something very wrong with this man...
He then asked me to go with him to see his room.
I don't remember what I said, but I just knew that that would be a really bad idea. He tried to convince me, by saying how nice his room was, and I should see his big TV.
As soon as my dog was finished, I made up some excuse and hurried home.
When I got home, I told my parents about the creepy encounter, and I remember my dad calling the people, whose house the guy said he lived in.
They explained to my dad that the man was mentally ill, I think maybe he was their son. My dad said that that was no excuse, and that they had to look after him, so that he could never invite small children to his room again.
This was the first and only time I met this man, and for that I am really thankful. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14gw1gx/the_man_wanted_me_to_go_with_him/ | LetsNotMeet | Daletha |
true | The Goodest Girl | I just read another story on here about somebody having an encounter and their dog possibly saving their life, and it reminded me of my own story with my pup.
I rescued a pitbull from a neglectful family. She was skin and bones when she came home and extremely submissive. After a week of love, affection and food she was the most amazing dog I have ever met. The softest, cuddliest baby who wouldn’t even play fight with me unless she was under a blanket and did not know it was me.
I needed to do a quick late-night run to my local shop. There is a 40 minute round trip route on main roads with houses, or a 15 minute round trip route through an alleyway that wraps around the back of a school field. This alleyway has no street lamps but I hadn’t ever heard of anything bad happening so I didn’t think anything of it.
So, i set out with my dog in tow. Just before we reached the entrance, she stood still as a rock. I gently tried to usher her to follow me but she refused. When I took my headphones off, I realised that she was softly growling and that I could hear a group of male voices coming from the alley. They soon came close enough to where I could see them, and I think there were around 5 or 6 of them. This was during Covid so they were all wearing masks with their hoods up.
My mum always told me that if I found myself in a situation like this to not act scared. Being scared shows that you are an easy target. With that in mind, I tugged firmly on my dogs lead to get her to follow me. She stuck to my side, literally pressing her body against my leg as I walked (yes, it was awkward. Yes, I had to try very hard to walk normally.) she was quietly growling the whole time.
The men had stopped and were standing slightly off the path to one side at this point. They were talking quietly amongst themselves as we walked by. I couldn’t really hear much as my heartbeat was pounding in my ears and my gut was screaming at me.
Once I knew I was at a point where the darkness of the alley made me essentially invisible, I heard one of them raise their voice slightly and said “nah, that’s a pit” in a way that sounded like he was disagreeing.
Now, they could have just been discussing the breed of my dog. That is a likely scenario. But the gut feeling I had while walking past and for the duration of my walk through the alley makes me believe otherwise. I think that these men were discussing possibly robbing me or worse, and my soft baby who was literally scared of her own reflection deterred them due to being an “aggressive” breed.
It’s safe to say that we walked the long way home.
So, creepy group of men, let’s not meet again. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14gh910/the_goodest_girl/ | LetsNotMeet | feckingloser |
true | Dog might have saved my life (not NSFW) | Some background, I (28F) am a dog walker/pet sitter. Some of the dogs I walk have reactivity, as did this one dog, a pit/lab mix. She used to be a bad puller, along with being incredibly reactive to other dogs on leash as soon as she’d see them. Through lots of work and training with her, she has come a long way with her reactivity to the point it really is not an issue anymore, even when other owners’ carelessness allows their dogs to get too close for comfort.
On this one walk, she was a DREAM the whole time. Passed multiple dogs without issue, she would just look at me for her treat she knew she’d get if she was good. We turned down a side street that looked completely vacant at the time so I could give her some more relaxed walking time, and all went well for a while.
Not a soul in sight, until there was. While I’m usually very good at keeping my head on a swivel, as some of my walks are not in the safest areas of the city, this guy took me by surprised. I don’t know how he did it, but he got about two to three feet behind us without my dog or me knowing he was there, and all of a sudden shouted something unintelligibly, I could only make out the last two words, “YOUR DOG!”.
Immediately my dog, with no prior history of human reactivity, got between us and started growling, snapping and lunging aggressively at this man. I’m a smaller woman at 5’3”, and I’d guess this guy was 6’7” at the very least, and incredibly muscular. As soon as he saw my dog trying to attack him, and me struggling to hold her back, he threw his arms up and bolted across the street without another word. Disappeared shortly after around a corner.
I’ve never praised a dog for reactivity until that moment, gave her all the treats I had left in my pocket, took her home and told her owner what had just happened and how her dog might have saved my life. Of course I hope I’m wrong, and the guy was just slow with social cues, but neither the dog nor I got that impression.
Needless to say she’s by far my favorite client dog. I go on walks with her still every week, but we haven’t gone down that street again while there are no people about. I’m beyond blessed to have her and get to walk her weekly, but I do hope I never meet the “YOUR DOG!” guy again. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14g5bms/dog_might_have_saved_my_life_not_nsfw/ | LetsNotMeet | queere |
true | Reopening and updates to rules | Hello,
After receiving threats from the reddit admins, /r/LetsNotMeet has reopened as of Wednesday, June 21st with new rule changes. Reddit has made it clear that users, not volunteer moderators, are the true owners of subreddits. As a result, the community rules are changing to reflect this reality.
Going forward the only subreddit specific rule is that **any content you submit must be something you consider to be a true encounter with somebody or someone you would never want to meet again.** That's it.
As this will include content that we've removed in the past for excessive profanity or other NSFW content, the subreddit has been marked as NSFW so content does not appear in the feeds of those who may find it upsetting. Please note that this ***is not an invitation to post NSFW content***, merely an acknowledgment that much of the content which has been removed in the past included NSFW elements.
If content is posted which you do not believe is an encounter with somebody or someone you would never want to meet again, we encourage you to downvote it under this new model of user ownership.
Please be aware that the site wide reddit rules will still be enforced by the moderators of this subreddit and reddit's Anti-Evil Operations (AEO). For more detail on them see reddit's content policy [here](https://www.redditinc.com/policies/content-policy).
The short version is:
* No harassment/bullying
* Respect the privacy of others
* No sexual content of minors
* No impersonating in a misleading/deceptive manor
* Label content correctly (is it NSFW or not?)
* No illegal content
* Do not break/interfere with the website
Reddit enforces these rules and we will be reporting users who break any of those rules to reddit's AEO, we encourage every user to report any content that breaks site wide rules to do so as well.
You will also be banned from the subreddit for breaking any of reddit's site wide rules.
If you have questions feel free to ask them in the comments and we will do our best to answer them.
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For those not aware of the ongoing issues with the reddit admins and would like to know what the hell is going on, please see the below links to get you up to speed.
* [Moderators coordinate a black out protest over API technical concerns, Accessibility for visually impaired, parity in acess to NSFW content](https://www.reddit.com/r/ModCoord/comments/1476fkn/reddit_blackout_2023_save_3rd_party_apps/)
* [Third party app developer shares details about their communication with reddit and their attempt to discredit him](https://redd.it/144f6xm)
* [The Blind community concerns about what happens when third party apps are no longer functioning](https://redd.it/13zr8h2)
* [The AskHistorians community details the "Reddit admins have had 8 years to build a stronger infrastructure to support moderators but have not"](https://redd.it/142w159)
* [On June 9th 2023 a group of 18 developers and moderators met with (reddit CEO) spez and other Reddit staff regarding the upcoming API changes.](https://redd.it/144l86y) Here is another [account of the meeting](https://redd.it/143rk5p)
* [Reddit CEO spez does an ama where he kinda answers 8 comments](https://redd.it/145bram) Here is an [overview](https://redd.it/145bzus) of the ama
* [Admins announce that any moderator on the mod team can take over a subreddit/community if they will "open" private/restricted subreddits/communities](https://redd.it/14b5q1f)
**If you would like to read articles on the subject, see below.**
* [Major Reddit communities will go dark to protest threat to third-party apps](https://www.theverge.com/2023/6/5/23749188/reddit-subreddit-private-protest-api-changes-apollo-charges)
* [Reddit blackout protest updates: all the news about the changes infuriating Redditors](https://www.theverge.com/2023/6/8/23754780/reddit-api-updates-changes-news-announcements)
* [NPR Interview: reddit CEO Steve Huffman 'It's time we grow up and behave like an adult company](https://www.npr.org/2023/06/15/1182457366/reddit-ceo-steve-huffman-its-time-we-grow-up-and-behave-like-an-adult-company?refresh=true)
* [Reddit CEO Triples Down, Insults Protesters, Whines About Not Making Enough Money From Reddit Users](https://www.techdirt.com/2023/06/16/reddit-ceo-triples-down-insults-protesters-whines-about-not-making-enough-money-from-reddit-users/)
Tl;dr: Reddit users and moderators are upset at the closing of third party apps, API changes, and access to NSFW content for various reasons. Users and moderators protest by making the subreddits they are a part of/moderate private or restricted. /u/spez says that the protest has been ineffective, then days later says reddit moderators are too powerful and will change the site's rules to weaken them. Now the admins are [trying to subvert moderators to get subreddits back open](https://redd.it/14b5q1f). | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14fiio0/reopening_and_updates_to_rules/ | LetsNotMeet | 10thTARDIS |
true | how I was being watched every time I went to this forest. | during a university trip to a ski resort, me and some friends went to watch the stars. (we were all apart of the astronomy club, and wanted to note down some key information we wouldn't have seen with the bright city light) it was our first year and the university, and we went to the forest, but still close to the skiing place.
we took some pictures, and noted things down, until our legs got cold, so we decided to go up. 2 of my friends (lets call them Steve and bob) fell down, grabbing us thanks to instinct, which lead us all to fall down. \*note, we crossed the barrier, so that's why we kept falling. we were rolling, but since our hands and arms were cold, and we ourselves are tired, we couldn't move despite our best attempts. after a while, we dropped to this unused ski trail that were double black diamond.
we later learned that the trail was abandoned, but didn't know it at the time. as we stood up, we felt like we were being watched. time also seemed to go really fast somehow, but that's probably because we were tired, and the place was very calm. we walked around the trail, but heard the scream of a man. we thought someone had tripped like us, so we ran to help, yelling for them.
no response ever came from the man, other than screaming, moaning, groaning, and crying. we yelled again, but the man never responded. as we close in the distance, some of us tried to go back, because the man might do something bad to us, but as we walked just a few steps closer, we saw the shadow of a 30ish year old man, weeping. we were probably around 20 meters away, but that man, was the most scary thing I have seen my entire life.
doing nothing but crying on the snow, with nothing but a jacket, and a pair of sweatpants. as soon as we saw him, we ran as fast as we could up, holding back the pain. we spent a good 30 minutes re-climbing that cliff. when we finished, we quickly ran back to our rooms. we reported the incident to the police, but I never heard back the response.
this was legit the scariest thing that has every happened to me, and my group of friends. the trail somehow made time go so fast, with it's calmness, and beautiful glow under the moon light, and the light of the stars. my memory is kind of crappy, but I remember that what felt like 5 minutes wondering, was almost 15 minutes outside. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/14fthrs/how_i_was_being_watched_every_time_i_went_to_this/ | LetsNotMeet | anonymous_LK |
false | A lady at the pool asked me for me address as a child (and I gave it to her) | This is a very spotty memory from my childhood but I remember enough to still be freaked out every time I think about it.
I was very young, probably around the age of 5, and my family and I were at the public pool that day (we went quite often when I was younger).
I don’t remember how this interaction came about, but I remember talking to a woman who looked relatively young, around 25/30 asking me what my address was. l am not sure why I knew my address, but I remember reciting my home address to this random woman at the pool. In my little kid mind this was a completely normal conversation, so I had no reason to not tell her.
Naturally, I returned the question to her. Her response was “123 Toad Lane”. I had no reason at this age so in my head this was a completely valid address. I don’t remember what she said after that, but I remember my parents pulling me away eventually (thank God wtf) and never thinking anything of it until years later.
Thankfully, nothing ever came of it (as far as I know) but it’s still so weird knowing that some lady I literally had never met was asking a child for their address.
I have so many questions about it looking back - why did she want to know my address? Did she plan to do anything with that information? Was somebody else getting her to ask?
While I will probably never get an answer to any of those questions, I’m just glad that my naïveté as a child didn’t cost me any harm.
To the lady at the pool who asked for my address, let’s not meet ever again!
Edit: it was a public pool (pay to access) so no reason for her to ask for my address, also there is no toad lane anywhere near my hometown | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/146imln/a_lady_at_the_pool_asked_me_for_me_address_as_a/ | LetsNotMeet | adale98 |
false | someone was in my backyard | This story actually happened to me when I was still leaving with my parents about 3 years ago.
We moved to this new house at the end of 2019, right before lockdown, and multiple things happened.
One night around 7 p.m., my mom and I were going home from school (it's a 20-minute ride), and my mom has this weird habit of always checking who is behind us, and that night she noticed that this car had been here for a few minutes already. To be sure that we weren't paranoid, we slowed down and made 2 rounds in a roundabout, but they ended up cutting us up full speed on the small road going to our house, which wasn't a really busy road usually, but we assumed that we were at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Fast forward to lockdown. At first, everything was going well, and we collectively decided to forget about it.
We were in May, so 2 months after the lockdown started and almost the end of it, my sister was downstairs around 3 a.m. just hanging out in the living room (just to give context, my house has lots of doors/windows in the living room).
She noticed one of the doors slightly opening and assumed that someone forgot to close it and that the wind was blowing, but when she tried to push it to lock it, she felt like someone was putting their weight on it to open, so she screamed as loud as she could and ran upstairs to my parents.
They went in the backyard to check if anyone was here. We didn't see anyone, so we just let it be a one-time thing, but my mom wasn't reassured, so she started to stay during the night in the living room if anything happened.
During the next few weeks, nothing new happened, and she asked me multiple times to stay with her just to be her witness in case anything happened. Around 1am, we were lying on the couch, but the lights were off because I had a headache and my mom was just scrolling through her phone. We saw a blinding light direct to our living room, which spooked me so much that I was completely paralyzed. My parents went into the backyard, and still nothing. After that, we saw multiple lights and noises, and on the surveillance camera, there were weird people at our gate staring directly into our house, but as it's not illegal, we couldn't do anything. This continued for a few months, driving my family insane. In 2021, while we were cleaning the backyard for summer, we saw a big hole in the bushes large enough to allow someone to go through. We didn't know what to do, but we had confirmation that someone was coming onto our property. Almost nothing happened after that, which made us believe that they knew we were onto them, but we still don't have a clue about who it was, why they were doing that, or even if they wanted to do something bad... | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/145pslx/someone_was_in_my_backyard/ | LetsNotMeet | Evening_Signature372 |
true | Never Going Back to That Lake Alone | I have several stories to share that fit the “Let’s Not Meet” category, but I’ll start with the most recent.
Yesterday I took my son fishing. He wanted to go to a nearby lake that we haven’t been to in quite some time. It’s not known to be a great area. For some background, the last time we went, about a year ago, a car drove by and screamed “Nice ass!” at me while I stood there with my young son. This kind of garbage behavior is unfortunately expected in the area. It’s also known to be a late night hook up spot as well as a late night drug deal location. Due to the lake’s reputation, I had made a deal with my dad that I wouldn’t stay there past 4pm without him. On to the story:
My 12 year old son (who looks much younger than he is) and I pulled up at our favorite fishing spot, a small pond on the opposite side of the road as the lake. Almost immediately, an older gentleman approached us asking if there were fish in the pond. I replied that we had just gotten started, so nothing yet, but that we had caught fish in the pond on plenty of other occasions. He thanked us for the information, and returned to his spot on the other side of the road.
About fifteen minutes later, another younger man approaches the older man with a dog. I can see and hear them chatting, but they’ve made no move to involve us in the conversation, which I’m glad for. I just want to enjoy a day with my son. Unfortunately, the water in the pond was incredibly low and murky and I could tell we weren’t going to have any luck. I tell my son to pack it up and we’ll try another spot on the other side of the lake.
As we begin packing our gear into the trunk, the younger man yells over “sorry if my dog and I ran you off!” I tell him it’s no problem, and we were simply moving to a better fishing spot. He then starts telling me how nice it is to see a mom taking her kid fishing, how you don’t see that very often, etc. I get this a lot, so I’m pretty used to it. We have a short conversation about it as I pack up and I then move towards the driver’s side doors to depart.
Before I can leave, the younger man starts up another conversation, this time asking me how old I think he is. This feels strange to me, but I’m nice to a fault sometimes, so I answer his question. I tell him I’m a horrible judge of age, but maybe 25? He tells me he’s 38 and I’m too kind and I laugh it off saying something like “I work with teenagers, so they always guess me well above my age just to be mean.” He asks where I work and I stupidly tell him my city. Turns out he lives there too and starts going on and on about how he got a free apartment on such and such street because his baby momma kicked him out of their house. I think he’s talking about some kind of government assistance program. Weird flex, but ok man.
At this point, I’m standing by the car door with my hand on the handle and my son is already in the back seat. This guy can’t take the hint and starts telling me all about his awful baby momma and how women are supposed to be submissive, quiet, and do what they’re told. He specifically said “I mean, it’s cool that you can bait a hook or whatever, but you’re still a woman.” Now my alarm bells are blaring. This guy struck up a conversation by commending me for doing a typically “dad” thing with my kid. Now he’s putting me down for the same thing. He’s gone from being overly friendly and complimentary to agitated and ranting.
I should have been rude and just got in the car and left, but I’ve unfortunately been conditioned, like many women, to be polite even when we’re uncomfortable. Instead, I start making comments in the hopes he’ll see I’m not some meek submissive woman who’s going to agree with him. After all, I’m a tatted up chick with an eyebrow piercing, and two lip piercings. I don’t exactly look like a submissive little housewife. I guess I was trying to make him just as uncomfortable as he made me in the hopes he’d leave me alone.
After he says women shouldn’t be loud or opinionated, I tell him “Oh, well you wouldn’t like me at all.” He tries to backpedal saying “I mean, it’s ok to be loud I guess, but don’t try that with your man, ya know?” I say “my man doesn’t tell me shit. I do what I want.” This kind of back and forth goes on for a while before he finally shakes his head and says “I just don’t understand what kind of woman would act like that.” I reply “a strong one.”
As soon as the words left my mouth, the older gentleman yells from his spot on the bank, “YEAH! SAY THAT AGAIN HONEY!” This distracted the creep long enough for me to hop in the car and lock the doors. I still don’t feel safe though. Unbeknownst to creepazoid, only two of my car doors actually have functioning locks, but at least they’re the two on his side. I put the key in the ignition and turn. No dice. Nothing. Of all the times for my car to act up, it chooses now.
Panic has now set in. As I repeatedly try to start my car, I can see him out of the corner of my eye. He’s taken notice of my car troubles and is trying to get my attention. As he takes a few steps towards my car, the engine finally roars to life and I peel out of there. Only then do I let my composure crumble and have a long talk with my son about what just happened.
To the older gentleman who took notice of my discomfort and provided a distraction, I’d gladly meet with you again any day.
To the younger, misogynistic creep, I don’t know if I was actually in any danger from you, but my gut said I was. Let’s never meet again.
Oh, and to my dad, I’ll make you a new deal. I’m never going to that lake alone again, regardless of the time of day. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/145ezqe/never_going_back_to_that_lake_alone/ | LetsNotMeet | throwawaythekey19 |
false | Trafficking Attempt in Tokyo | Good morning, I have posted on this sub once before about an event that happened when I was a small child, but it's been awhile -- hopefully I do this in the correct format!
This happened a month ago in Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan. I am a 28 year old white American woman from Alaska. I am slightly above average height for a woman my age, and I am by no means tiny, though I'm not particularly fat or buff either. My point of mentioning that is that I wouldn't be an easy target to just scoop up and kidnap. I also have a lot of distinctive identifying features -- my waist-length hair is currently half blonde, half dark brown, and I have visible tattoos all over my upper body, including on both arms. Last month, I was in Japan for 2.5 weeks with my fiancé and some family, and several of our mutual friends. The whole group was about 12 people. I speak Japanese fluently, and I am a well traveled person and consider myself to be pretty street smart/able to take care of myself, so while I did not wander off alone much on this trip, I wasn't concerned if I did have to go somewhere by myself.
It was Friday night during Golden Week in Tokyo, the day before we were leaving to come back to the States, and our group was going to go out drinking on our last night. The area we were staying in wasn't the nicest, but it wasn't particularly BAD either, just more dirty than other areas in Tokyo and with a lot more tourists, and more homeless people, etc. Each night when we would go out, the men in our group would be openly propositioned by prostitutes, and there were often people just passed out on the streets, things like that.
So on the last night, we were all going to meet up in front of our hotel (a large, nice hotel in the main city center) to go out, and I happened to be the first person there. Now, while I wasn't with my group/people that I know, I was by no means "alone", there were hundreds of people around as this was a very populated area, and I was standing on the sidewalk in front of the hotel. A man suddenly approached me, and the first thing that put my guard up was how close he got to me. Again, this was a crowded area, but by no means crowded or noisy enough that he needed to be 5in away from my face, which he was. He was black, and looked to be around my age, probably between 25 and 35. He immediately started asking me questions, and I got more suspicious and on edge with each one. This is how the conversation went:
Stranger: "Hello, where are you from?"
Me: "I'm from Alaska."
Stranger (visibly excited, crazed look in his eyes): "Ooh American???"
Me: "Yes... Where are you from?"
Stranger: "Ghana. Are you here alone?"
Me: "No, I'm with about fifteen people, including my husband and my dad, they're in that shop right there." (In reality I was with 12 people, including my fiancé. My dad was not there, and none of the group was in the nearby shop.)
Stranger: "What hotel are you staying at?"
Me: "I don't know the name of it, it's across the city." (Also a lie, as we were standing in front of the hotel I was staying at.)
Stranger: "How old are you?"
Me: "35." (Also a lie, I was trying to say I was as old as possible while having it still be believable.)
Stranger: "Right. Come with me."
Me: "Yeah, no thanks." (At this point I began to turn to walk away)
Stranger: "Yes, come with me. We'll take something."
Me: "Nope, bye." (I then began hurriedly walking towards one of the nearby shops)
Stranger (muttering now): "Take something, wake up in paradise."
Luckily, he did not follow me, and I waited for my group inside the store that I went into to get away from him. I immediately messaged our group and my fiancé and another of the men came down immediately. This incident was particularly scary because a couple of the people on the trip with us don't have a radar for this kind of thing, and it makes me feel ill to think what might have happened if they had been the one being propositioned instead of me.
Also, I know I should have stopped talking to the guy sooner, I was just kind of frozen, and at the beginning I thought he might just be a regular guy trying to hit on me in which I planned to kindly turn him down. Asking where I'm from didn't strike me as too weird on it's own, but his next lines of questioning were enormous red flags. Notice that in that whole conversation, he never once asked my name, or if I was married/with someone (which you would expect someone might do if they're just trying to hit on you). Also keep in mind that this happened in one of the safest countries in the world.
Moral of the story is you can never be too careful, ESPECIALLY as a woman. Keep your wits about you, and don't feel bad for blowing off strangers. Also if something seems off, don't give out your real information, I shouldn't even have told him the actual state I live in, but luckily I realized that he was sketchy after that and didn't give him anymore real info. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/143j8mq/trafficking_attempt_in_tokyo/ | LetsNotMeet | CatherineConstance |
false | Old guy tried to kidnap me | Hey everyone! First time posting so I’ll try to make as much sense of this as possible.
I think I was around 10 years old when me and my buddies decided to go out and have a good time. Back in those days kids all around used to make these poor man’s airsoft weapons out of plastic tubes and rubber gloves and use dry peas as ammo.
So anyways we went out and had a blast shooting at eachother and at some point me and my teammate realized that few of our buddies have been gone quite a long time but we had a general idea where they went, so we started to head towards them.
As soon as we arrive to general area where we thought they would be our buddies run fast af yelling ”Run you guys! There’s this crazy old guy coming with a van coming!”
So I was little confused at this time and watched as my buddies ran off nowhere to be seen and at this point I see that van coming and I panic and start running like hell, this guy catches me pretty quick almost running me over with his van and yelling that if i move an inch he would end me. He gets a hold of me and starts dragging me to back of his van as I scream for help. When I’m almost inside of this guy’s van this guy (maybe in his 20’s, a long guy with heavy metal outfit) yells to this bastard ”leave the kid alone or I will k*ll you where you stand”. This guy turns around and at the same time this 20 or so guy drops him with a single punch and keeps on beating him while telling me to run to my parents.
My dad tried to find the guy who literally saved my life to thank him and reward him, but only found a puddle of blood where this happened. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/1419oum/old_guy_tried_to_kidnap_me/ | LetsNotMeet | CompetitivePomelo237 |
false | He came to see me every single day | I usually get over creepy encounters fairly quickly, but this one was quite different from the rest. I go by the rule: “Be nice to everyone because you never know who could be a secret serial killer”, and that has worked out well for me the majority of the time.
Although this time, it was probably what got me into that situation.
When I was 18 I worked as a lifeguard by a small pool. Nothing fancy, I was basically just a babysitter to all ages. When adults got bored looking after their kids they sometimes sought me out, for some reason, to have a free therapy session. Mothers and fathers talking about their hardships, I know I worked as a lifeguard but I can’t save that kind of life.
One day a 50-year-old man with his two kids came to the pool. As many other people did, he went up to me and we started talking. It started with some small talk, like how he didn’t let his children eat ketchup because it has the properties to remove even rust from metals. But as the hours went by he started talking badly about one of his kids. How she was overweight, had anger issues and was “worried about boys when no one would ever look at her”. I’m not gonna lie, the last statement made me go quiet and I tried to somewhat reason with him to not speak like that about his daughter. He seemed to listen to what I had to say so I was happy that I could possibly help his kid in some way. Having a parent like that would’ve given anyone a hard time.
The next day he came back, extremely happy, telling me that I was “so good with kids” because my talk had apparently helped him. He then began the day by trash-talking his ex-wife to oblivion. Like how she had the most custody over their kids and that the kids only ate fast food at her house. I didn’t say much because I felt like it wasn’t my place to speak and I didn’t wanna create unnecessary drama at my workplace. But what set the first red flag in motion was when the conversation suddenly shifted into him wanting a “young wife”. It was as if he had tried to trash-talk his ex to get me to understand he was single and interested in a relationship ***with me***.
The days went by and he continued to visit the pool every day. To some extent, I had the feeling that he now came every day just to see me. I was fairly creeped out by this thought so I tried to ignore it and just do my work. As the days passed he started asking more and more personal questions, like: “Where do you usually go grocery shopping?” and “Is there a cafe close to where you live?”. As I was fairly sure he was trying to figure out where I lived I kindly deflected all of his questions with something very obscure.
During my last work week, I had an afternoon shift. I asked my colleague, who had the morning shift if anything had happened that day that I should be aware of. He told me that they had to ban a man from entering the pool area because he had reached behind the counter at the small pool-shop where the workers keep their personal things. Apparently, he had been denied by my coworker to get a look at our work calendar so he had tried to get a glance at it in a more “illegal manner”.
That last week I saw him twice at the end of my shifts. Standing near the pool entrance. The second time I saw him there I reported him to the pool security guards and after that, I never saw him again.
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*So, I hope we never meet again, you creep.* | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/140uxvt/he_came_to_see_me_every_single_day/ | LetsNotMeet | maudeSIM |
false | A drug dealer insinuated himself into my apartment | It happened almost a year ago, when I had just moved into my apartment. I was 19, I'd lived with a roommate for a year, but this was my first real solo apartment.
I live in a rather dodgy neighborhood in my city, not in the creepiest street, but the area is known for being a major trafficking spot (drugs etc.). But my building literally overlooks a tramway stop, so I foolishly thought I was safe (as it's a very busy street).
In my town, we're particularly prone to heatwaves, so it gets very hot very quickly. What's more, I can't stand the heat, so at that time of year (it was mid-June) I slept with the windows open.
Sorry, this story is full of descriptions, but it's a bit important. Basically, in my apartment there are two rooms, a living room and a bedroom, and the apartment is a walk-through; I have one window to the north and one to the south. The one to the south overlooks the streetcar stop, and the one to the north overlooks a courtyard. I live on the second floor. You should also know that the courtyard has a door that at the time was broken and therefore didn't close, and opened onto a "corridor" that led to the building's front door, which didn't close either; anyone could really get into my building in peace. It's also worth noting that sound travelled very easily, and it was sometimes difficult to tell whether the noise we heard was coming from the inner courtyard or from the street when the windows were open.
One night, I was awakened at around 2 a.m. by the sound of very loud voices. I vaguely hear (since I'm coming out of sleep) that it's an argument, and that the argument in question seems to be about a deal that seems to be going badly. So far, it's just a bit of a drag because it wakes me up, but I figure I'll just get up, close my windows and go back to sleep.
Except that just as I'm getting up, I hear something like "wait wait, there are open windows there, we can make ourselves heard". The voice sounds "young", I'm not sure how else to describe it, and very nervous (as if the person was not only pissed off, but also under a lot of stress). Let's just say it stopped me a little, but not much more; until I realized that potentially, he was talking about my apartment. The other guy replies "shut up, it's just someone who's hot, it's 2am, he's asleep, don't worry, nobody can hear a thing". I admit that at that moment I said to myself "yes, listen to your buddy". And then I hear the other guy reply "You'd better check, because if you get caught you're dead, and you don't want them to call the cops".
Remember that noise circulates a lot, so at this point I'm not sure whether the discussion is taking place on my street, or in the courtyard of my building. Knowing that if the discussion is taking place in the courtyard, the window opens directly into my bedroom.
I must admit, at the time, I wondered who the hell came up with this idea. I mean, if you're afraid of getting caught, you run, right? And above all... check? What do you mean, check? What do you mean?
The quieter guy seemed to have the same idea as me since he replied "check how (something like that) you're not going to go up to the thing to check on, idiot". And then the other annoyed guy let out a "well, why not? It's quick, if he's asleep it's okay".
At the time, I just thought that I was still asleep, that I'd misunderstood, that I was having a nightmare or something. Because this guy couldn't have said that, who has that reflex? At this point, I'm just tetanized, I'm lying back down, and I'm just telling myself that I absolutely mustn't move, that I must "pretend" just in case, and so on. So I lay terrified in bed, my eyes closed, waiting to know what to do.
Then I heard this absolutely horrifying phrase: "f\*\*\* he's climbing that b\*\*\*\*\*"." At that moment, my eyes were riveted on my balcony and I just saw the worst thing that could have happened: a hand gripping a rung (well, at least the good news: the discussion was therefore taking place from the street, and not directly in my building).
Except that the hand let go of the bar; there was a lot of shouting, insults, and from what I understood, the other person must have grabbed him by the leg and pulled him back to prevent him from entering the apartment. Others arrived, and presumably ran off.
I remained stunned for several long minutes, before first closing my bedroom window, then moving on (in the dark) to my living room window, which I also closed. Since then, I've slept with a fan if necessary, but never with the windows open (or the shutters closed). At the time I was with a guy who slept at my place for the next two months; I couldn't spend a night alone in my apartment.
I kept asking myself twenty thousand questions in the days that followed. What state of panic was this guy in to have this reaction? Was he waiting for something to happen so he couldn't just run away? What would have happened if he'd actually walked into my house, in the pissed-off state he seemed to be in?
I just didn't believe my own story for a long time, so implausible did this reaction seems to me.
Today it's June, it's hot, and after 8pm I'm running on a fan. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/140o3v2/a_drug_dealer_insinuated_himself_into_my_apartment/ | LetsNotMeet | ZCalliope |
false | Guy crouched in my backyard | Alright so this happens when i was about 11(f). i had a friend (12f)over at my dads house for the first time and we were having a lot of fun. my dad went out into the front yard to take a phone call. at this time it was about 10:30 at night and we were hyped up off of dr pepper and mountain dew, and were hyper so we went outside with my dad.
we mainly stayed in the front yard until we decided we wanted to go inside. me and friend jumped my back fence, because we were right next to it. for context, i had a pit bull and a very large german shepherd who were also in my backyard.
me and friend went up to the second floor and we’re playing with makeup, about 30 minutes later we went back downstairs because i heard my dogs barking and decided to let them in (the dogs had their own fenced off area in the backyard to not interfere with the garden) because my dad hadn’t let them in yet. my friend pointed out that my dad was still out on the front porch, okay cool.
i went to my back door to open it and i see a man crouching by the back gate, staring at my back door. he was next to the side of the gate that we had previously jumped. i asked my friend to stay there and make sure the man stayed there and i was going to go check if my dad was still on the front porch. he was. for whatever reason i did not tell my dad that this man was in our backyard. instead, me and my friends watched him out there for about twenty minutes. after these twenty minutes, he moves across the street and crouched next to a car for 5 minutes, then comes back to the gate. i decided it was unsafe for my dogs to still be out in the yard so i turned on the light to help me see clearer and let the dogs gate open.
after i let my dogs in this guy is still crouched not moving a bit. ten more minutes, which to me seemed like ten hours, pass by and the man is still there but stands up. after seeing this man stand up, i realize he is holding something, which looked to be a metal pipe. i lock the door and me and my friend ran across the house to the front door to tell my dad to come inside, i never gave him an explanation as to why, but i’m guessing he saw the urgency in my face or voice and listened.
so to the man who was crouched outside my backyard for at least half an hour, let’s not meet. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/13ulua8/guy_crouched_in_my_backyard/ | LetsNotMeet | Vibin_Mokke |
false | Mysterious man at the coffee shop I worked at. | When I was in my late teens I worked at a little coffee shop in my city. This was around the time that smart phones hit the scene. I had just got my first phone and laptop recently around this time.
Anyway, we had this one regular customer, who was very eccentric. He made me really uncomfortable if I am being honest. He had strange vibes. It was in the middle of a scorching summer and he always wore many layers and a large park parka with faux fur trim and sunglasses. I never once saw his eyes. He would get our of his car and run for the door in his big coat, shielding himself from the sun. He always ordered almost every item on the menu, but always said it was not for him and he didn't like the food there personally.
One day he came in and ordered the whole menu, as per usual. I was checking him out at the cash register and he leaned in and softly said to me, "You seem like a nice young woman. I need to warn you about something. I'm not supposed to tell anyone, but it honestly bothers my conscious keeping this information to myself."
"What is it?", I asked.
"Do you have a computer or smart phone?" , he asked.
"Yes, I just got one", I answered.
"Get rid of them immediately", he said sternly.
"Uhm....why's that?" I asked
"I have a friend who has certain government ties. Nothing is private. The government will be monitoring everything and it's all permanent. He told me that they are planning to put up concentration-type camps in some major US cities. They will use the info on your cell phones to decide who will go and where they will go. I've gotten rid of everything that can be traced and I'm planning on running away soon. Please be safe. ", he urged.
He left and I kinda just shrugged him off as a crazy person, but it still weighed heavy on my mind awhile. I went on to leave that job and got a job as a hostess at a restaurant. A year passed by and I'd pretty much forgot about that whole encounter, until one we would cross paths again.
I was at the front host stand where I greet and seat guests arriving at the restaurant, when a limousine pulls up and a man gets out accompanied by two large body guards at his side. It was the guy from the coffee shop. This time he was wearing a sleek tuxedo and the same sunglasses. He enters the building and says, "You remember me?"
I said I did.
He said, "do you remember what I said?" Again I told him yes.
He proceeds to pass the host stand and he examines every inch of the restaurant as if he was looking for something. He then signals his body guards to follow him to the door.
Before exiting the building he says looking back at me, "Don't forget."
He then got back in the limousine and I never saw him again after that.
It was the strangest thing ever, because he knew he'd find me there. But how? How did he find me at my new job? Perhaps he asked someone at my old job....but still. Why go out of your way to make some flashy appearance like this? I was just thinking of this and wondering what ever became of that man and who the hell he was. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/13ueead/mysterious_man_at_the_coffee_shop_i_worked_at/ | LetsNotMeet | babysquid22 |
false | Was stalked then almost kidnapped | I was talking about this with my mom a couple weeks ago. Then I was telling a long time friend. It's something that has always stuck with me. Mostly because I don't know what came of the case. I was never called to testify. Still don't know what happen or why I was stalked for months and then almost kidnapped. But now I think I have possibly found 1 answer. This happened in Texas.
I was about 11 (f) at this time we had a family friends daughter living with us. I also have a older brother. Both of them were in high school end of the school year so they had after school things going on. My mom was working for our school transportation this (still works there). My dad also was working in Dallas. I wasn't always by myself only 2 days a week. Never long either maybe an hour.
Sorry guys it's going to be a long story. We lived in what we call the boondocks nothing but back roads at that time with few houses in 1 direction town in the other. We lived out in the country about 2 miles from town. Our driveway was very long about an 8th of mile One day happen to be a day that I was by myself and remember seeing a red or maroon 4 door car with a man and a woman sitting in it about a mile from my house. On the road we lived on if you came from town side we were the last house with the longest driveway. The bus always came from the other direction (backroad side) so you would pass like a trailer park best way to describe it because that's what it reminds me of but the house aren't like side by side but plenty of houses. You pass that and there are no other houses (back then) till you come to mine the car was sitting in between the trailer park and my house.
So I get home the bus is dropping me off I get off the bus and see the car driving up behind the bus. So I kinda take off in a sprint because I didn't feel right about them just got a feeling. I get about half way up the drive way. I turn around and the car is sitting at the and of my driveway in the road watching me. So then I take off running to the house get in and lock the door. I go to a window and look out hey are gone. When my mom and the other 2 get home I tell them what happen. We make a police report.
Almost everyday for the first week even when the other 2 were with me we saw the car. They didn't do anything creepy when they were home. But they were still there everyday. When I was by myself they would do the same sit and watch me. Well Im assuming they caught onto the routine of after school things. I only saw them after the first week on the days the 2 wouldn't be with me. Not only myself but my bus driver noticed the car got closer to my house each day. 1 day they were so close to my house I mean like right at the driveway that the bus driver dropped my off and sat at the end of my driveway till I got close enough to the house to be safe. He did that everytime we saw the car.
This went on for about 2 months. Well 1 night it was a weekend. I like still to this day to sit outside listen to music. So I'm sitting outside listening to my boombox. And I hear like a car door slam well it could have been the neighbors but I still look around. Again we lived in the country so the road and surrounding area is pitch black. Expect the cow pasture to our left had 1 light like a street light. So he had paid to have it put in not sure why I'm glad he did. Sitting directly IN but at the end of our driveway is a car. I saw it because of the light in the pasture it hit the headlights on the car just right. I'm not saying it's the same car and people but given everything that happen I'm 85% sure it was them. So I go in and tell my mom someone is sitting at the end of the driveway. Her and my dad go outside you again hear a car door slam and the car starting up and headlights come on. With our long driveway my parents wouldn't have been able to chase the person(s) down. So of course I couldn't sit outside at night anymore.
Fast-forward couple days maybe a week. No car. So it felt like everything was normal hoping that was then end of that scary situation. So bus is dropping me off at home. Our mailbox was across the street. So I went to check it. It was empty. I croos back and I'm in the driveway with my back to the road. I'm still close enough to the main road. Out of no where I'm being grabbed from behind by a woman. She doesn't have a good enough grip on me so I'm able to wiggle kinda free and I punched her in her face. She completely let go of me and I take off running down this for ever long driveway. At this time I'm not skinny I was 185 lbs so it sucked running up that driveway. But I got home and I hide in my mom's closet till I hear her looking for me. She had this huge walk in closet that went bathroom to bathroom. So plenty of hiding places. I'm crying and trying to tell her what happen. We call the police. They take a report. That's it
Couple days later my mom tells me that their was almost another kidnapping in town right up the road from my house. It was a man and a woman in a red car. About a week later in the next town over there was almost another kidnapping at the school. Man and a woman in a red car. They were caught.
Like I said in the beginning nothing happened was never called to testify and as far as I know neither did the other 2 girls. Never heard anything about it again and I asked my mom when we talked about it a couple weeks ago. She confirmed that nothing came of it.
So I've become a serial killer nut I watch it I read it. My kids don't leave the house without me. I don't leave them by theirself. My oldest is 11. The world is a nasty place. I come across a documentary called How to create a sex scandal. It's about a swingers club in Mineola tx. They were making kids do sexual favors. So I'm watching it and my mouth drops because this was going on while I was being stalked and almost kidnapped. Was this where they going to take me? What were they going to do? So they bring up pictures of the people involved and 1 gets my attention he looks so familiar. I get goosebumps and my belly drops when I see his picture but I'm not sure if it was the man with the woman. But he feels soooo familiar. I call my mom and I send her the picture and I ask her if she recognizes him and she said yes she felt she had seen him before before I told her what I found. Crazy... So it may seem far fetched but Mineola is only 25 maybe 30 minute drive from where we lived. Did I get 1 answer? I'm thinking the 3 of us is linked to the swingers club in Mineola and that is why we were never called to testify. Because they had more with the club and what they did to those kids then they did with 3 attempted kidnappings.
I don't blame anyone back then in a small town it's not something you hear about happening. We moved down there to get away from the crime rate in Dallas. After they were caught I was able to have a outside time back. It was safe again and I haven't had any other experiences. I trust my oldest he is a home body I can't get him leave the house to do anything other then leave with me or his dad or school. My middle son he loves to be outside so does my youngest but I have a fenced in back yard and I live in a community that has older couples. We all watch out for each other.
Thank you for reading! | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/13t8dio/was_stalked_then_almost_kidnapped/ | LetsNotMeet | Monkey3050 |
false | Don't take the garbage out at night | I (30f) live in a relatively safe neighborhood, barring the occasional mugging attempts, one of which took place right against my bedroom window with one of my neighbors, or the few times a random guy in his car follows me to my place asking for my phone number, things are generally stable. I typically have a way of dealing with those assholes, by taking advantage of a random empty lot on my street where cars can't drive, forcing them to go around the block, and by the time they manage to turn around the corner, I will have ran back into my house. No biggy.
A few months ago some genius in our street paid someone in the city to move the neighborhood garbage disposer to another place, whereas before it was right down the block, now it's a few minutes away. Now I have to walk a while before I can throw my garbage, in a usually quite busy area which I find embarrassing. So I started waiting until nightfall to do so. I know, stupid, with everything I told you before, but I got sloppy, things started feeling safer in the last few months and so I felt comfortable leaving my home after sundown.
Until last sunday, at least.
Like usual, I waited until it was dark to go. After throwing the garbage I stopped by the convenience store nearby to pick up some things. On my way back to my place and at the entrance of my street, I noticed a young man standing in front of a parking lot located in front of one my neighbors house across the street ftom mine. He was talking on the phone and looking away from me. But as I rounded up the corner I noticed a guy sitting quietly on his motorbike right in front of my doorstep. Something about the way he was already looking at me just as my eyes landed on him freaked me out. I did a quick math and realized that, by the time I would be able to open the door, if ever, he would catch me if he wanted to. This time, the empty lot trick wouldn't work as I would have to walk past him first, but also his motorbike could be driven on it. I turned on my heels back to the convenience store, hoping he was just a delivery guy waiting for someone to meet. I dilly-dallied at the store for a while, but when I went back home, I found he was still there on his bike, while the guy in front of my neighbor's parking lot was also still on his phone, just staring at me before I'd even seen him. I realized then and there that something was not right, and luckily I had noticed that the security guard of the street behind us was sitting in his booth. I approached him and explained the situation, hoping he'd walk me to my place, which he gladly did. The moment the guy on the phone saw me return with the security guard, he put his phone in his pocket and turned towards the guy on the bike, who drove to him. Keep in mind, these two were not even looking at one another, let alone looked like they knew each other. The guy who was on his phone sat behind the motorbike dude and they both drove past me while staring at me. Both the security guard and I agreed that something was funny about the entire situation, and he thankfully waited until I was safely behind locked doors.
I don't know if those two wanted to mug me, or if they had more sinister intentions, but I'm just glad I trusted my gut and didn't just go home. Otherwise, who knows what would have happened? | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/13ss97c/dont_take_the_garbage_out_at_night/ | LetsNotMeet | afafe_e |
false | I have a stalker. | I think I have a stalker, well, had one.
I’m an Israeli high school student, I have long brown hair, I’m 179 centimeters tall, and I weigh 68kg (5’11, 150 lbs for all you Americans out there).
My encounter started in October of 2022, On a Jewish holiday called Yom Kippur. It translates to “Day of Repentance”. Basically, it’s just a day when Jews go to the synagogue to repent for their sins, fast, and don’t use any electricity.
On Yom Kippur, teens usually go to the town square and just chill there, meet new people, and talk. So being bored, I chose to go along with my peers in the hopes of meeting new people.
Of these new people, I've met a girl. Let's call her Emma.
I met Emma through mutual friends, she goes to another school in a different town and doesn’t often stay in mine as her parents are divorced and her mom has custody of her in the other town, while her dad lives in the same town as mine.
The best description of her is 150 centimeters tall and 50 kilograms soaking wet (4’11, 110 lbs), with this kind of fusion between ginger and blonde hair, an inverted triangle face shape and she has this distinct, piercing look to her teal greenish eyes.
We talked a bit, she was shy and socially awkward.
I made up some bullshit excuse about my parents wanting me home as it was getting late.
before I left she asked for my Instagram.
I’m fairly active on social media, mostly posting comedic stories, just low-effort jokes that people seem to like.
I’ve noticed that she always views my stories first. coincidence maybe? but it seems to be seconds after I post them, I suspected maybe she had notifications on but it was probably just my ego.
She responded to a lot of them, she texted in a flirty kind of way with a lot of heart emojis and the such along with flirty “dirty” sexts.
I got a creepy vibe but assumed she was joking.
Around December was the first time she tried to meet up with me. She persuaded me but I don’t crack under peer pressure so I kept with the bullshit excuses.
Around mid-January, she started texting me on Whatsapp. I never gave her my number, but it was safe to assume one of our mutuals gave it to her. A bit creepy but whatever.
There were a few phone calls that I “missed” because I was “busy”.
She kept proceeding with the inappropriate jokes, and I started to ignore her more, Usually responding with one-word answers to texts.
She started to get pissy, but I hoped that just shutting her out will be the best way to proceed, as she will eventually get the hint.
In February, she crossed a line. A big line. Out of the blue, she just texted me the name of my street and a number, to try and throw her off my tail I just responded with a question mark. She followed up by telling me “That’s where you live. X (friend’s name) told me you’re afraid of me. That’s not true, is it?”. Being freaked tf out, I just left her on read hoping everything will go away.
In the meanwhile, I tried to figure out how she got that address. Following some digging online, It was the address that showed after searching for my father’s full name (a name that I never told her).
She texted me again a few days later, asking me to let her come over.
I told her to leave me alone. She tried to convince me to take her out on a date, I told her I’m gay.
She called me every homophobic slur in the book, some of which I’ve never heard which was impressive. I told my friend about it, and he later sent me a screenshot of her private story, showing her crying and talking about how all men are evil and the such, asking if this was related to me. It probably was.
The following morning she sent me a voice message from a different account, telling me how much she was sorry and that she loves me. I told her again, “I’m gay, you’re nice and all but I’m simply not interested”. Silence. Have I reached peace at last? It’s been a few days without hearing from her and all was good and I quickly forgot of her existence.
around a week after the whole incident happened, my mom was supposed to drive me to school but when we got in the car we noticed a tire was punctured. I had a bad feeling about it. In hindsight, I realized that my dog barked manically the night before, but I assumed it was just me being delusional, and that those were just coincidences.
For the following days, I had a sinking feeling that something was wrong, I felt as if I was watched when I was following routines such as going to the gym or walking the dog.
I thought I saw her at the mall, but there are only two malls in my town so it’s not that unlikely. She didn’t seem to notice me. It was early March at that point. My birthday.
A day before my birthday I got a flower bouquet delivered to me along with balloons and a note saying “I love you”. No clue from whom, but I didn’t bother to ask the delivery guy as I guessed those were just my friends fucking with me, they knew I was on edge but now I’m not sure that it was them.
For my birthday, I decided to get drunk with my friends. I take antidepressants so I often don't get shitfaced when I drink, only mildly drunk. The parents of my friend who lives twenty minutes away were on vacation, so he was the host.
I posted some pics to my stories of us just messing around in his front yard. We made too much noise and cops were called, so we had to cut it short.
Walking back home, I felt paranoid. I get a bit worried when I drink, but I tried to ignore the thoughts. There was a woman who kept a short distance behind me, but again I ignored my gut and assumed it was a coincidence.
I stopped on my walk and went into some shrubbery because I just had to barf. I felt my hair being pulled into a ponytail. It was the lady, she held my hair for me.
she told me to sit down and to wait a bit before I continue, I listened to her and sat down cross-legged with my face looking down. I had my face down out of shame, and because I was afraid ill suddenly puke all over her if I raise my face I caught a few glimpses and she seemed familiar. Her voice was soothing and oddly familiar, she was pretty touchy but didn't overthink it as I was a bit out of my senses.
She was getting a bit too touchy feely, and started moving her hand toward my “nether regions” and I finally told her to stop. I look her in the face and tried to make her stop when suddenly I figured out who she was. I assumed I probably knew her as a neighbor or a peer.
It clicked. it was Emma, the eyes gave her away. I tried to get up, but I couldn’t. I was too dizzy. she touched my shoulder and I slapped her hand away and told her to leave me alone. She put her hand under my chin and that was it. I don’t remember why but I reflexively punched her. It was just one punch with the weak power of a drunk man, but a punch is a punch.
she backed off, and I just apologized and stumbled away. I cried on the walk home. I'm a pacifist, I’m strictly anti-violence, I’ve never punched another person, and it’s strictly against my morals to punch a woman. I still feel guilt about it.
I got a message from an unknown number telling me I’m a dead man, but ever since then nothing happened.
I’m still paranoid, guilty, and disgusted by myself.
It’s nearly June and I haven't heard from her since March, but I still can't let it go.
So Emma, let's not meet again. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/13sbhjp/i_have_a_stalker/ | LetsNotMeet | OneWiseWizard |
false | Followed to My Car By Random Dude After Work | Alright this happened about two hours ago as I was leaving work today. For context, I work until midnight at a hospital. I have to park in a lot that's sort of across the way from the hospital near a very accessible public transport area.
My coworker and I were walking out together, however her ride picks her up at the hospital so I walk the last stretch to my car myself. I noticed, after we parted ways, that at the crosswalk there were two men just hanging around. Not Uncommon to see people hanging around outside, so I figured not a big deal. On the other side of the street is another crosswalk leading to the same place so I figured I'd use that one to avoid them as they were looking right at me.
I'm standing there, waiting for the light to change, and I see one of the men start walking towards where I initially came from in a nonchalant way, so I got a little uneasy. I took off my hat and badge (as it had my name on it) to tuck away into my bag. I also took out my car keys preemptively. I ended up crossing at the light while it was still green because I just wanted to get out of there and the road isn't too busy at this time of night anyhow. I noticed he had his back towards me, but I was still a little paranoid.
To get to the lot there's a little ramp you have to walk down, so I jogged the way to my car. I got my bag ready to just toss in when I got in. Got to my car, no one was behind me on the ramp, but I locked my doors as soon as I was inside. I took a moment to breathe, then turned my lights on, started my car, and backed out of the spot I was in. I turned to give one last glance towards the ramp to make extra sure. I also was a little worried because if he did follow me, even though I was in my car, I drive an old car which is EXTREMELY identifiable. When I had looked, I saw a shadow figure walking down the ramp.
I was pulling out of the lot now. It's a big lot and has a roundabout so I was making my way towards it. I gave myself the benefit of the doubt, though, because the ramp isn't well lit around the bend and it's dark outside. I've also been prone to hallucinating shadow people so I didn't want to psych myself out, especially because my coworker and I were talking about movies like Hereditary and Donnie Darko on shift. So once I got a little bit back from where I pulled out from, I slowed down to take another look. It was definitely a person walking down the ramp. I wanted to give myself another benefit of the doubt as employees are known to park in this lot a tonne and loads of us get off shift at the same time, so I didn't want to jump to conclusions.
As I'm exiting the roundabout, I gave it one last look and the man was stopped and staring in my direction. He wasn't moving. I got wigged out and I started driving off rather fast, as I had my main concern of this guy knowing and seeing my very recognisable car. I hardly stopped at all on my way home, rushing to even get inside my flat in case someone else was prowling about. I can't say for certain what this guy's intention was however, it's better to be safe than sorry. My anxiety has calmed a bit, however it's still on my mind and I thought I'd share how important it is to be vigilant, trust your gut, and be aware of your surroundings and make a plan for yourself. Creepy man/men at work, let's not meet again. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/13qfjk4/followed_to_my_car_by_random_dude_after_work/ | LetsNotMeet | TrashyBowtie |
false | Weird guy on the train | This happened around 2 years ago, maybe 3. It was during Covid at some point, because the mask mandate was still in place at the time.
For some context; Me and My Boyfriend were both 17 at the time, This was the start of our relationship and we didn’t live together at this point, so i went to his parents quite frequently to stay over. He lived about a 30 minute drive away, but at the time none of us could drive so we took the train. I always preferred the train to the bus, as it felt safer to me. But this hindered that for a while.
It was in November so it was pretty dark and rainy, as it was around 8pm. We got in the train and sat down kind of adjacent to a man. In those table seats with four seats , we were on the one across the aisle from him. Due to covid restrictions at the time, half of the carriage behind us was closed off so it was just half of a carriage but it was pretty quiet apart from a group of like 14 year olds on the seats infront of us.
Anyways the train starts and everything’s fine, however i did notice that the man was staring just kind of strangely at the younger kids but i thought i was just being a bit too on edge , as I am generally quite paranoid in public setting. But after a while the man started staring at me instead. Like really obviously, turned to parallel face us and just stare. I didn’t look at him and just kept him in my line of sight while trying to draw my boyfriends attention to it subtly, as I was starting to get quite anxious. It took a minute of awkwardly trying to point with my eyes before my boyfriend clocked what was happening, but just as he did and looked over at the guy, the man looked at us dead in the face and pulled his mask off and leaned forward, and then coughed obnoxiously at us. At this point i just kind of stared at my bf and kind of laughed it off and started talking about something else to try and get the man’s attention off of us because he just gave me a really weird feeling.
The man then said “what’s so funny” to which I ignored. We just ignored him the rest of the journey, but i was really nervous. I just felt like he was going to do something weird.
Then after a while the train was coming up to our stop, My boyfriend stood up and started to walk towards the doors which were far away from where we were as technically due to half the cart being closed , we were at the ‘back’. I was still like starting to stand up at this point still in the booth on the back side and the man stood up and then just stood right in front of where i was, blocking me from getting out and towering over me pretty much.
At this point i was really starting to panic and could feel myself starting to hyperventilate but i told myself i’m just overthinking it and he is just being a d*ck and nothing more and glanced around to try and see my boyfriend but there were a few people now blocking the way. The guy stood there for like 2 minutes and completely ignored when i said ‘excuse me’ to the point i had to squeeze past nervously to which he immediately turned around and followed behind.
I finally caught up to my boyfriend near the first set of doors, the part that’s a bit more open with the smaller fold down seats but still on the train carriage. the man still didn’t pass us despite us moving right to the edge to let him go ahead. At this point the train had arrived and stopped completely and my boyfriend went through the first doors to where he was now in the smaller section between carriages waiting on the door to open. Before i could even move to follow him the man went into the same area and stood right up against my boyfriend, like fully pressing himself against him while he turns his head to just again stare right at me, it was so fucking weird. At this point i was just confused and nervous so i just leaned forward and grabbed my boyfriends hand and pulled him towards me back into the main area of the train. The guy, again, just stood there. He didn’t get off the train, or move to sit back down so my boyfriend pulled me past him and we got off.
Now, i was really panicking at this point and had been since he blocked me in, I was visibly shaken up and i considered speaking to the train ticket person who was away at the front of the train outside but i thought i was being silly, and really he didn’t do anything and my boyfriend was really calm about it so we just continued home .
The way to my boyfriends is like a 5 minute walk. There are two routes when you get off the train, a Long way and a short way. The short way is easier but creepier as it goes through an alley with some bushes so i told my boyfriend to go the long way which really is like a 2 minute difference but it’s more lit up and beside a road, and i also figured the guy would probably go the short way. But he didn’t. He was right behind us, and my boyfriend lives in a tiny little farmer village so there was no one around even though we were on the main street and i was getting really scared and constantly checking behind me to see how close he was getting but the guy just didn’t seem to be fazed by my reaction, and surely a normal guy would notice if someone was scared and back up a bit? Idk.
My boyfriend was trying to calm me down and reassure me that he was probably going the same way and i guess he is probably right and i do tend to be overly anxious but he stayed behind us until we were about 5 minutes from our destination where he turned in.
The unsettling part is that the place he turned in is a little set of flats that houses convicted sex offenders after prison.
So yeah i don’t know his intentions, maybe i really am just too paranoid, but… creepy train guy, please let’s never meet again. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/13o615s/weird_guy_on_the_train/ | LetsNotMeet | Bowlingforbeans |
false | Myself and my sibling almost kidnapped | I've been holding onto this story for years now and would like to finally get it off my chest.
So my sibling and I lived close to an elementary school where we would often go to walk our dog in the playing field and crop of woods, or we would let our dog roam around while we played on the playground or made pretend in the woods. I think I was around 14 when this happened, about 10 years ago.
This school yard had a playing field, a playground near the building, and a playground farther away from the building in a crop of trees. We were swinging on the swing set at this more distant playground, but from this play area you can clearly see residential streets and the parking lot of the school which kind of all wrap around the crop of forest. As we are swinging, I see an SUV drive up one of the roads and pull into the parking lot. It's a weekend, so there is no other cars around and not very many people, maybe the odd passerby also walking their dog through the school grounds. The SUV is about 40 meters (\~130 feet) from where we are and I wear glasses, so I can't see very well what the people look like as they exit the car, but I can see some distinct clothing pieces. There are three people. Two look older and are dressed as if they are older-middle aged, like in their 50s. I remember one of these people was wearing a wide-brimmed women's sunhat. The third person looks like an older teen or young adult in his 20s and is wearing a green and white striped jersey and cleats. It is not uncommon for people to walk or drive to the school to use its field for play or sport practise, though looking back now I realize it is odd they parked in this lot and not on the side of the road nearer to the field, which is on the opposite side of the property. In any case, I think "okay, just some grandparents and their grandson going to practise in the field" and go about playing with my sibling. I remember watching the trio walk away around the school building, completely opposite to where we were on the property.
We have our dog with us, and after a time we decide to stop swinging and take the dog on a walk through the trails in the forest brush. Maybe 15-20 mins have passed since the car pulled up. The brush we are walking in is basically in the very corner of the school property. There is a metal chain link fence in front of us, and beyond it is the sidewalk and residential road. To our right is another fence which separates people's backyards from the school grounds. These homes all have tall trees growing along the school fence for added privacy, so its almost impossible for anyone to see into the school yard.
My sibling and I were just at that age where playing pretend didn't really feel genuine and spur of the moment, like we were about to grow out of it. I'm feeling bored but don't want to go home yet, so I pick a branch of these red berries that grow in the school yard and say to my sibling "hey, want to play a game?" which was our code for "lets play pretend", and I bend down to offer the berries to my dog as a starting point for the game (they've never hurt her). I'm still speaking to my sibling, who is walking in front of me as I bend down, but my voice trails off as I see my dog's behaviour.
She is completely ignoring the berries and me, and is instead moving past me slowly, ears back and nose pointed, as if she is approaching something. I follow her movements, still looking down. When I finally look up, there are the three people from the SUV not 2 meters (6 feet) in front of me. They are certainly not a couple of grandparents and a kid, but three grown men. I remember the faces of the two older men pretending to be grandparents: the foremost man had short white hair and a white scruff of facial hair. His mouth was open in a faint "O" shape as he breathed quietly and focused on keeping his steps light. The other man was extremely thin, his cheekbones popping out and shoulder length, greasy brown hair hung around his skeletal features. They had crept up behind my sibling and I silently, and remain just as quiet as they all turn their backs quickly and pretend to point off into the trees like they were bird watching or something. It was bizarre how silent the whole encounter was. I immediately realize we need to get the fuck out of there, and turn my attention back to my sibling as I grab my dog's collar and get her hooked up to the leash. My sibling is about a foot from me but seems oblivious still to the three creeps in the woods right behind us. I tell them over and over that we need to leave, but they've become wrapped up in the imaginary game I proposed moments ago. Finally, they see the men. I never looked back at the creeps, only to my sibling. My sibling also stops talking and starts walking with me.
Thankfully, an opening in the fence between these now haunted woods and the road is only a few meters ahead, and we get some distance and obstacles between us and these creeps. To my frustration, my sibling wants to stop on the sidewalk and pick some more berries through the fence, and I frantically tell them to come on, lets go. I still never look back towards the men, my vision tunnelling to the safety of the open roads and sidewalks and homes in front of us. We get home without incident, at least to my knowledge. Had the men followed us on foot? Gone back to their car and followed? Or simply gave up? I didn't care, I just wanted to get home, which was only a couple blocks away.
When we got home I broke down. I told my mom what happened, and I remember her reaction being kind of nonchalant. I had always been an anxious child, and she had developed a habit of downplaying things in a kind of "exposure therapy" way. I realized I still didn't feel fully safe with this reaction, and retreated to my basement to cry alone. In recounting the story with my mom years later, she said she did call the police, but nothing came of it. I am also very thankful for my dog, as it is likely she saved the lives of myself and my sibling that day.
In the years since then, I became highly skilled in reading people's body language. I can tell when someone is lying. I can read people's emotions and intentions like a book. I can tell if someone's vibe is off from a good distance away. This has become a blessing and a curse.
So three fucking creeps from the woods, I hope no one else was subjected to your presence, and I hope you rot in hell for what you did. Let's never meet again. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/13khsha/myself_and_my_sibling_almost_kidnapped/ | LetsNotMeet | justahuman1234567 |
false | University Cult Leader | I was in my first semester of University. I had just graduated college not too long ago, and had entered into a program that after a while I would come to resent; during that time w
adjusting and taking daily transit an hour and a half away from where I grew up into the big city in order to study was somewhat of a new adventure to me. In a lot of ways, I was just beginning to sprout as my own individual and trying to carve a path for my life while simultaneously opening myself up to new experiences and a new environment. I have long time friends who go to the same facility as me, but at the time, our schedules wouldn't always line up. This meant that a lot of my days were spent traveling back and forth and walking around the city alone.
I really wanted to try and expand my horizon of experiences and friends during this period. In a lot of ways, I was really desiring to find a good community on campus that could help satiate my boredom and loneliness. I can be extremely extroverted, but sometimes I find that it takes a lot out of me to try and actually pursue and maintain friendships that haven't been established years prior. I've made friends before from different classes in college but ultimately (and I know this makes me an asshole, but) I would end up texting less than less until eventually either side would end up ghosting one or the other. Because I'm a busy guy I don't find myself prioritizing people who I feel like aren't as important to me as others. I know, a shitty thing to say, but nonetheless the truth.
One day however, I met Joel. I was on the phone with my fiance, and I distinctly remember exactly how it all went down. As I was walking out of the school's Starbucks with a decaf coffee I had one headphone in and I was heading to class through a small stretch of underground passageway under the street that connects the school's library building to the actual building that possesses classes. As I was hastily making my way, I saw this short and stout guy, looking roughly my age at the time (21) with a thick brown beard and a hat on. Our eyes met and as I was about to simply walk past he asked me something in a very charismatic and calm tone: "Hey sorry to bother you, you look like a pretty busy guy. But I was wondering, do you mind doing a survey about religion? It's for one of my classes". To this, I regret answering and wish I had simply continued walking, but at the time, I was becoming more and more compelled by the notion of formal religious institutions and questioning my own religious faith, particularly leaning towards Christianity. "Sure" I replied cordially. He then introduced himself as Joel, and after we went through a small survey pertaining to religious affiliations and perspectives on religions, Joel informed me that a small group of students like himself were planning on getting together as a group and discussing various religions in order to gather new insights and to create a community. Of course, with the prospect of finding some new friends on campus and also exploring my own spiritual perspectives I gave him my phone number after he asked for it, and he said that he would contact me in the next following days.
Upon entering our first meeting, I sat down in a very crowded place with seats at our school facility and was greeted by Joel, alongside a bunch of other members. They introduced themselves to me and vice versa, and they were all extremely kind to me. We began our small group meeting, and I was a bit shocked to find out that the sole topic that we were to discuss was Christianity. I wasn't aware that we were only going to be discussing christianity, which was against what he had proposed this group to constitute upon our meeting in the tunnel. That being said, I was still curious enough to continue, and I was accompanied by three other young guys of my age, who after a bit of talking with I found out I had we had a lot of similar interests. Joel, who now presented himself as a leader of our "study group" relayed how we would be analyzing Christianity through a multi-step program designed to unveil the holy power associated with the religion to us.
Since I was curious, and wanted to learn more about the religion as well as having made some new found friends, I continued to attend this "study group" for the rest of the semester, in which there were a few circumstances where I questioned Joel's interpretations and was met with hard resistance; it felt like at times my wavering belief in what Joel was saying would be met with straight dismissal as opposed to actual conversation. I continued to brush that off as the group that I was working with got closer. The school's Club which I was now a part of provided me with exactly what I had wanted; we even went to a church-run event together where I quit vaping and many individuals reported mystical experiences.
Things only started to get concerning with Joel during our one-on-one conversations. I discussed my personal experiences and belief in my newfound religious beliefs and all of my former spiritual experiences as well, and Joel exposed to me a story and a few incidents that at the time I definitely certainly should have taken as red flags. For example, when he was younger he had gone on a retreat, where when he was in prayer he said that he began to hear the voice of God talk to him. I questioned at first if he was referring to the voice of God as more so a metaphor, but he had reassured me that he literally heard God speak to him before. When he told me this, I became a bit unnerved. At the helm of this community was Joel, but in all other senses, I was satisfied with who I was with and what we were doing together.
Though I am not entirely dismissive of strange occurrences, especially pertaining to spirituality, his experience talking with God in his head came off as uncomfortable for me. He also said that the way that he would pray would involve a direct conversation and reply with God. Out of discomfort, I wouldn't prod him on what he meant by this. This, of course, was just the beginning.
After the summer had ended I had found myself in the most religiously devoted state I had ever been in. Throughout the summer I had had a treacherous injury which made me house bound for months and to call upon God in a lot of ways for strength. With my newfound devotion I was elated to fall back into the community that I had nurtured and grown with throughout the last semester relating to something that I found deep Joy in. At the first lesson of the semester, something was very different. Joel, as before, was at the helm of our study session, but was now perpetually interrupted by people coming to greet him and give him praise. It was so bad that we literally essentially sat and watched for 20 minutes before we can get on with our lesson as more than 10 people, mostly young men of our age, came to greet this man. As aforementioned; when not unnerving, he was extremely Charming and gave the impression that he cared deeply for everyone. Once our lesson began, he introduced us to the second phase of the program. He explained that this was one of the toughest programs of the different levels that there were as it required even more devotion and more importantly an emphasis on sacrifice for those who engaged. He showed us a diagram of a small stick person and he showed that in this program we would have to accept Jesus as the center of our life. He explained that by making our lives surround Jesus entirely that we would not be losing something but be gaining. He also began to go over the notion that sex before marriage is a sin, and that if we were to continue with this program we would have to make the sacrifice of giving up sex in our relationships and prove that we weren't. He said that many guys weren't able to continue because of it. I talked about this afterwards with one of the members of this group, who not unlike me had been in a serious relationship with someone they loved for years. In my personal opinion, though we weren't married on the altar, I knew that both me and this other member felt devoted to our partners as if we were already married in a sense, and we both expressed how Joel's behavior surrounding this was off-putting, controlling and intrusive.
After our lesson, I was a bit dumbfounded by the intensity with which he gave his speech about this new program that we would be engaging in this semester. Joel and I sat down for a few more minutes and talked, in which I expressed experiences of devotion from the summer and explained my entire catastrophic experience with my injury. He then went on to tell me that at times, he was actually able to know things beforehand. This seemingly random and strange statement shocked me. He said, for example; he was able to know something another member had before they had even mentioned it, and in the way that he described it it sounded as if he was saying he had some form of mystical foresight. I was a bit Jarred to say the least, though, I felt like it would be impolite to question any further. Joel then went on to tell me that he believed that I, if I successfully completed this program, was prime to become a teacher for the first program I had done the semester prior, leading others who would join, and that I had a bright future in the organization. In that moment with what he had laid down on us in the lesson I felt overwhelmed by his expectations of me. It also became evident that Joel was not a student at our facility. In fact, he was in his mid 30s and had kids. He was actually just a part of an organization that recruits people to become Christians and missionaries thst works on our campus. This means that he actually lied to me when I had first met him. He wasn't a student, there was no group talking about various religions and his whole purpose was to convert me to make me join the organization he was apart of.
At this point, school began to pick up a lot, and I was also working part-time to help support myself. As I was on the train to head back home the next week, I had forgotten that my second lesson of the program that semester was supposed to happen, so I texted Joel saying "Hey man, I actually got onto the train and forgot about our lesson, sorry about that dude I'm not going to be able to make it I also have work later". To which he replied "Can you get off the train? Try and get here as soon as possible!" I was a bit dumbfounded at this question. Since I live an hour and a half away it wasn't as easy as getting off of the train and heading back the opposite direction and he knew that. He knew the area I live in is remote and a long distance away; I also told him that I had work which he had plainly disregarded. "No man, unfortunately I can't come. Have a good lesson!" I replied, to which he said again "Come on man, just get off the train and come back!". At this point I was annoyed, not only did I feel like he was commanding me but that he was also blatantly disregarding the fact that I said no and that I had work that day. I didn't answer him.
I talked with my fiance about how I was starting to feel about the whole idea ordeal, and how I felt guilty about having feelings of wanting to distance myself from the group, while simultaneously not wanting to lose the community and friends that I had established along the way. My fiance told me that by the way that Joel was acting and with regards to the things he said that she was starting to become uncomfortable with the whole situation. I remember sitting in bed thinking about leaving the group and how the prospect made me feel physically ill; after all, I had been given everything I wanted in a community, except at the helm was a seemingly increasingly controlling and persuasive being who was making me and possibly other members more miserable.
There was an event the following Friday that was going to be at the church which was organized by the community. Originally, since many of my friends from this group were going, I intended to go. But alas, I was scheduled by my boss to work that day, so there was no way that I was going to be able to attend. I knew that Joel would be insistent upon me coming anyways, so when Joel texted me reminding me that the event was friday, I told him that I wasn't able to go because I had work. To this, he replied and simply said: "What? Bro no way, you've gotta come. Take work off and find somebody to take your shift. God wants you there". I was expected, he dismissed my decision and also said that I had to be there because God wanted me there as if he was his mouth piece. I went on to text him again and inform him: "No sorry man, I cannot do that. I just got a promotion and I have to be there. I hope you guys have a great time anyways." To which he then again replied similarly to what he had before. This was my personal breaking point. He knew the importance of my financial situation and his dismissal of my personal boundaries as well as his commanding made me decide to text him explaining that I was done with the group and that I wanted to pursue my own religious exploration without the group from then on. I felt as if he was slowly but surely increasingly controlling me and trying to take what he could. Commanding me as if he were the leader of my life in any way possible; it was even up to him if I could fuck my fiancé.
He replied with a long paragraph persisting in this sort of overly kind manner that I had to continue with the group and that it was God's will for me to show up to this event even though I was completely unable. He was certain that this group was meant for me and that God had told him that this was where I was supposed to be. After I responded again telling him to stop and that I would not he sent me another paragraph of similar length repeating what he would say. No matter what I would say and whenever I would say no, he would overstep my boundaries while maintaining a kind and friendly tone in order to try and push me into submission when I had clearly said no. At this point I said I did not want him to talk to me anymore to which he replied; "Bro why? Can we meet up?:) I want you to explain why you don't want to continue bro so we can meet up and do that and I can get a better sense and we can figure out what we do from there." Even in this I knew that he was trying to elongate his chance at bringing me back into the group and continuing his reign of control. I said I didn't want to, so he asked again. I decided at that moment that I needed to block him, so I did.
A semester later, I was walking down the street of my school and as I walked by a pizza parlor lo and behold who came out; Joel walked over to me with one of his friends and said that I was one of his friends to his buddy. I uncomfortably stood there and his friend went inside for a moment while Joel turned around to look at me and asked with his disarming gentleness; "Did you block me?". I replied "Yes". He then said; "You should unblock me, that way we can meet up and talk because I really want to know why you left the group". To which I evidently was frustrated, said "Okay" and went on my way. That night he texted me on my Instagram insisting we meet up again, and I blocked him there too.
In short, I'm thankful for my fiance who is the love of my life, without her I'm not sure I would have been strong enough to have left the group and his control. The fact of the matter is that there were other guys in that group who had absolutely nobody. They had nothing, and they were Prime targets for a charismatic and controlling freak. There were members of that group who were in higher levels so to speak who had done all the programs who seemed as if they were emaciated; but they had become such restricted fundamentalists that their lives and their openness to new experiences were significantly thwarted. Beware of who you let into your life, and just because somebody night is nice to you does not mean that they might not have ulterior motives. Also, learn to stand your ground and respect yourself. If you say no, mean it. So Joel, you controlling cult leader, let's not Meet Again. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/13fcosz/university_cult_leader/ | LetsNotMeet | Windowguy13 |
false | Girl tried to drown me as a kid then went on to kill as an adult | When I was about 9 or 10 I was invited to a class mates birthday party at some swimming baths. All of us the same age.
It was a small class of about 20 kids and I'm pretty sure everyone was invited.
Just to clarify I'm a boy.
Anyway I kind of got separated from everyone and it was just me and this girl alone. I wasn't particularly close friends with her but I did know her as she was in my class.
To describe the location we were in it was in a tunnel that connected the main wave pool to a lazy river.
There wasn't really anybody else there just me and her when she suddenly lunged at me without warning. She grabbed my head and held it under water. I was a pretty skinny kid and she was bigger than me and a bit of a Tom boy. About 20 seconds went by as I furiously tried to free myself but she wasn't letting go.
Fight or flight and mass panic took over and I eventually fought my way free. I was coughing and spluttering water as I emerged. I remember looking at her and being just in shock. I think I began to ask why she did that when she lunged at me again. She again held my head under water for what felt like a lifetime before I fought my way free. Both times I genuinely thought I was going to drown and she didn't let me up I had to fight my way free.
I Couldn't swim at this time but the water in the lazy river and tunnel was just maybe chest high. I began to back peddle away from her. She was giggling as if it was funny and had this kind of crazed look and grin on her face.
I couldn't just climb out to escape as it was a tunnel so I had to try and get out of there. As I was back pedalling she was following me and I made sure to keep distance so she couldn't lunge again but she was gaining on me.
I actually managed to reason with her as I was so scared of her i was babbling at her. I tried to distract her by suggesting we go down a water slide together. It worked as I could see her thinking about it and she stopped chasing me. I managed to exit the tunnel and water and she slowly followed me but seemed a bit unsure. I immediately felt more safe as I was out the water and could see other people about as we headed towards the slides. I kept talking all the way up about how fun the slides were etc but she didn't really speak at all and had a really strange look on her face the full time. Anyway after we went down the slides I caught up with my friends and just stuck with them the rest of the time as was a bit shook up.
I never told them about it as it was a bit embarrassing to admit a girl had tried to drown me and was worried I'd get teased.
Anyway fast forward to adulthood. This girl turned out to be a lesbian. Not that there is anything wrong with that. But she got with her parter who had 2 or 3 kids from her previous relationship with a guy. Turns out they would torture the kids and eventually killed one of them. She is currently serving a life sentance in prison.
I told my friends about this swimming pool incident after hearing about her crimes and I'm pretty sure they think I'm just bullshitting as none of them took me seriously. Maybe as I kind of light heartedly said I was almost victim number 1.
However none the less it is a bit crazy to think back as she obviously was a genuine psychopath and if I'd never fought her off me to escape and then convinced her to go down that slide i genuinely believe she could have killed me. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/13db9v7/girl_tried_to_drown_me_as_a_kid_then_went_on_to/ | LetsNotMeet | Head_Assistant6473 |
false | Blak car in London | ​
This happened years ago when I was bearly 14. My middle school and middle school of my best friend at a time organised trip abroad to Great Britain - London to be exact. It supposed to be a few days looking at London artactions, museums and shops. It's was fun. Until it wasn't.
For the day before we supposed to leave and go home, we were brought to the streets with some interesting shops (from there we could see golden Freddie) and we received free time for shopping.
And then our teachers and guide had a brilliant idea. They told us after the time for shopping ends we have to meet at different street than this. In retrospect it was like 100 m away, but! They still should do that!
Most of us never been in London, we are bearly speaking English, we don't have a map of the city, roaming services don't work correctly.
90% of students got lost. I got lost with my best friend because we went in complete opposite direction - we were both confused about the directions we were given.
We were walking along pavement, my friend was running ahead or staying behind to nervously look around. We didn't look like we were together, because we were not interacting with eachother. I guess that's why this happend…
My friend run ahead and stopped to look around, when I saw a black car approach me and match my speed. I started to feel like this is a scene from a movie. It was broad daylight, there was a lot people around and no one reacted. I was confused and didn't know what is happening.
Then from the car stepped a man and said: "You are nice, come with me." And then tried to grab me. The car was still running so I suppose someone was still in it.
I was stunned, I did not believed it was real.
At that moment my friend runn to me from behind, grabbed me and dragged me away. We run and tried to loose tail if a man or car followed us.
After some time we stopped and my friend nervously cried shaking me and screaming why I didn't move when the man tried to catch me. I explained my deer in headlights moment.
We cooled down and menage to ask someone people for help, and we were found by our teachers. We didn't told anyone there what happened, we were sure noone would believe us.
After that, when we got back I told my parents and I never went on a trip organised by my school. My mom considered all of that really unprofessional and irresponsible. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/12qz7zg/blak_car_in_london/ | LetsNotMeet | Loraralei |
false | A guy I talked to on a dating site showed up at my job. | This story kind of creeped me out. It happened about 9 yrs ago and sometimes comes to my mind. It creeps me out.
So, I was on an adult dating site. One of the fetish types. I know. Don't judge me. I just was looking for some fun. Lol.
Anyway, I was stupid and gave out more information than I should have. I was chatting with a guy. He had asked me at some point what I did for work. At the time, I was working at a McDonalds, so I told him. He asked which one. I, stupidly, told him which one. We chatted off and on. We hadn't been chatting for too long. I also stupidly gave him my phone number at some point. He would talk about how he wanted to meet me on my break and have some fun on my break. I told him no thanks. I don't bring my lifestyle to my job.
Anyway, so, I checked my messages just before I was due to clock out of work. Luckily, I did. He mentioned that he was at my job and told me what he ordered (I think it was the Bic Mac meal).
I was like, "Um, ok, well, don't expect me to do anything with you. I'm not interested." He then got upset and wasn't accepting that I wasn't interested. I was also scared because I had sent him a face picture of myself, but I had never received one from him. I really wasn't too interested in him, so I decided I didn't need a face picture since I likely wasn't going to meet up with him. His interests weren't what I was looking for, and I have a hard time straight up saying I'm not interested and just slowly started to ghost whoever I had no interest in.
Now, luckily, I hadn't told him my work schedule, so he didn't know that I was about to clock out. So. I after clocking out I told one of my managers that I was on a dating site and some guy just showed up to my work and I have no idea what he looks like and that I was going to hang out in the back in the break room for a bit . Luckily, she didn't judge me and just was like, "Oh. Ok.".
So I waited about half an hour before I left. I didn't have a car at the time and had to walk home and was afraid he would see me and try to pick me up in his car.
Luckily, no one followed me. So I was in the clear.
So, creepy guy, let's never meet!
I dont think he ever messaged me or I ended up blocking him or something.
I dont know if this really is all that creepy, but it creeps me out that some random person just decided that he would show up to my job and expect me to want to meet up with him.
So. Yeah. Now, I just give a vague response as to where I work now. I don't work in the same town I live in, so it would be hard to pinpoint my exact location.
This opened my eyes and made me more aware of the information I give out to strangers. | https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/comments/12q8umw/a_guy_i_talked_to_on_a_dating_site_showed_up_at/ | LetsNotMeet | Pristine-Abroad-8913 |
false | Everyone disappeared and I’m all alone. | I don’t know where to start.
It was a normal day. I woke up in my bed. My husband, David, was asleep next to me in his usual spot. I always wake up first. I got up to make breakfast for us both.
We were supposed to be going to visit his parents that day for his dad’s birthday. I was making us pancakes to keep us fuelled for the long drive ahead, but the milk was finished. We keep extra in the fridge in the basement so I went to get it. I slipped on the stairs, hit my head on a beam. I was fine, just a little sore, so I grabbed the milk and headed back up.
I made the pancakes, I set the table, I called David. He didn’t come. He normally comes running for pancakes, he loves them. I called him again. Nothing. I went to check on him. The bed was empty. I checked the bathroom, the garage, the spare room, the garden. Nothing. It’s like he disappeared into thin air. His keys were still in the bowl by the door, his shoes were still in the rack, his slippers still by the bed as though he hadn’t even put them on. David never walks around without something on his feet. The blankets didn’t even look like they had moved since he was under them. He just vanished.
I called him, I texted him, I called and texted his parents, my parents, his brother, his best friend. and with no answer from anybody, I finally called the police. The phone rang and rang and rang. I thought maybe it was just my network so I tried the landline. I know, it’s old fashioned, but it came free with the Wi-Fi and we thought it would be good for emergencies, but even that wasn’t getting through to anybody.
Finally, panicked as all hell, I ran over to the neighbours house, still in my dressing gown, to use their phone and to ask if they had seen David. I went to the Green’s house first and knocked. No sign of life at all. I assumed they were still in bed. It was still early for a retired old couple to bother waking up yet.
Next, I hurried to the Fuller’s house, but there was no answer to my now more aggressive knocking. I peered through the window. The table was set for the kids breakfast, and the tv was on, but there was no one to be seen.
I raced over to the Cornish’s house, throughly freaked out at this point. The front door was wide open. A set of car keys and a shoulder bag were lying abandoned on the floor as thought someone were about to leave for work, but jumped ship while walking out the door. I ventured into the house to find the whole place completely deserted, just like everywhere else. Tried the phones, no answers again.
I was starting to go into a full blown meltdown. I had no idea what was going on, where everyone was, anything. My head was spinning so I ran out to the street and just sat on the pavement trying to get my bearings.
That’s when I noticed how still everything had gotten. No insects, no birds, no planes, no people whatsoever. It was eerily silent. Like the whole world had stopped spinning and I was only person left. Impossible, surely? I thought I had lost my grip on reality. Several hours of existential dread later and I somewhat came back to my senses. Something was going on, and I needed to work out what. If the police weren’t answering, I was going to have to go to the police. So I picked myself up and went inside, grabbed the keys, got in my car, and drove to the police station.
But the horror was only just beginning.
Along the way, the panic really set in when I saw the cars. All along the roads were cars. Some with doors wide open, bags and coats spilling out of them as though they’d been quickly abandoned. Others had gently hit walls, or fences, or lampposts. Many were flipped over, crashed into each other, smashed into the front of glass windowed shops, all manner of carnage. But no blood, no people, no bodies, no ambulances. Nothing.
I reached the police station. I was shambles at this point. The station was in the same state as the rest of town. Abandoned but in a half finished sort of way. Like everyone had just simply stopped existing mid task. I didn’t know what to do. I was lost. David was always the problem solver. I was the one who panicked until he sorted things out. I wasn’t good in a crises. I just had to get out of there.
I drove to the town limits and drove some more. The carnage of crashed cars continued way past the limits. I stopped at a petrol station not far from the next town. Deserted just like everywhere else. But here I finally had the bright idea to check the tv. All the stations were running, every single one, but the studios were empty. Like they’d hit record on the cameras and then just simply walked away.
It was starting to sink in at this point. I was the only one here, for whatever reason. Maybe I survived some of kind of extraterrestrial abduction, or I was being pranked, or I was losing my marbles. Or I was still asleep and simply dreaming. But pinching myself hurt and didn’t wake me up, no matter how hard I did it.
I was alone. Completely and utterly alone. Made me glad I never had kids to miss. I drove through the next 4 towns and every one was as deserted as the last. The purpose of finding somebody, anybody, else, drove me to keep driving for miles and miles, through towns, cities, villages, finding not a single soul.
I didn’t understand why I was spared. Why I was the only one left. I still don’t. I’m writing this post in case anybody is still out there and sees this. I have this eerie feeling I’m being watched.
It started a week ago when I stopped to refuel and grab food supplies. I was in a supermarket after grabbing the fuel. As soon as I left, I just felt this feeling. Not just like I was being stared at, but like something hateful was wishing death on me, or something. It felt dark and horrid. I felt sick. I just hurried into the car and drove away. I didn’t see anyone, obviously.
The feeling lessened the further away I got, but it didn’t completely fade. And every time I stop, it slowly gets more intense until I start driving again, like the hateful being is getting closer to me and then being left behind again, but never being completely lost.
If anybody is out there, please reach out to me. Let me know I’m not alone. Let me know if you feel this hateful energy watching you. Tracking you. I don’t know why I’m the only one left, but I need help. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/176xpgq/everyone_disappeared_and_im_all_alone/ | scarystories | ItsAWitchThing1 |
false | Ocean of Souls | Far away from the land of man
A small ship of British execute a plan
To recover the gold, treasure and pearls
From a far away island filled with beautiful girls
The songs they sing bring the sailors delight
It’s not until close their greed turns to fright
The songs trap sailors with beautiful sound
Until the ships hit the rocks and the sailors drown.
Many tempt to explore the great big sea
Souls trapped in the ocean one day hoping to be free | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177bpsk/ocean_of_souls/ | scarystories | LorneBronstein |
false | Chemical Plant | Three chemists are working in a small laboratory. The room has no windows and a steel door with an industrial lock.
“Wendy I’ve figured it out.”, Ted says to his coworker just above a whisper.
“Are you sure?”, she replies with skepticism.
Bill chimes in sarcastically “Yeah he’s figured out a way to get fired from the cushiest job in the world.”
They hear the bolt on the door open, the conversation stops. A man in a black suit and tie, sunglasses, a hat, and gloves walks right into the middle of the room. He looks around as to examine everything and exclaims “Great work!”, then promptly leaves.
“Was that the same supervisor as last time?”, Wendy asks.
“Don’t know, don't care”, Bill replies without the slightest bit of enthusiasm in his voice.
“They’re making berkelium!”, Ted bursts out.
“Most useless element imaginable, I’m sure you’re spot on.”, Bill chuckles a bit.
“I’m going to talk to one.”, Wendy says boldly.
“And then what? Go get another Chemist job that pays like you’re a doctor? We all signed the agreement not to discuss our work. Don’t be a god damned idiot.” Bill is starting to seem a bit frustrated.
The bolt on the door opens and the supervisor walks right in the middle of the room and starts to look around.
Wendy marches right up to the supervisor. “Is it true we’re all making berkelium?”
The supervisor looks right at Wendy. “Please come with me and all of your questions will be answered.”, He says with an presumably permanent grin.
Thirty minutes go by and Wendy still hasn’t returned.
“I bet she got fired”, Bill says with an eye roll.
Before Ted can respond, they both hear the bolt on the door, and Wendy walks back in. She seems as if she’s trying to hide the fact that she’s terrified. She’s crying a bit but trying to stifle the tears.
“What’s wrong?”, says Ted, obviously very concerned.
Wendy gets right back to work and softly starts repeating over and over again “Don’t ask questions, just do your work.” Every time she says it she seems more frustrated and upset.
Ted and Bill take Wendys advice and the three are quiet for quite some time.
Suddenly Bill exclaims “Fuck this!”.
Wendy doesn’t look up but Ted does.
“That supervisor is obviously a fucking asshole. I know we’re not supposed to ask questions but he’s her boss not her god damn drill sergeant. I’d like to give that guy a piece of my mind at this point.”
The supervisor walks back in. He’s wearing his usual suit and his usual grin. Bill marches right up to him.
“Where the fuck is your HR?! This girl is having a nervous breakdown from something you or maybe one of your fucking clones said to her and you don’t even have the decency to send her home for the day?!”
Wendy is very upset, she keeps repeating “Don’t ask questions” in a soft frantic voice.
Bill continues “Maybe you are manufacturing berkelium! Is that what stupid looking sunglasses are made out of? You seem to have plenty of those.”
The supervisor finally replies, never breaking the unnecessary grin. “Please follow me to file a formal complaint with HR.”
Bill looks pleased with himself and exits with the supervisor.
The two of them walk a narrow corridor lined with many many doors just like the one that guards the laboratory that Bill works in. Eventually the two enter one of the doors. The room is completely empty aside from three televisions tracking three different people.
“Choose one” says the supervisor.
Bill is confused and begins to rant about how he wants to go to HR as he’s once again interrupted with “Choose one.”
“Choose a TV?” Bill asks as if it’s the dumbest thing in the world.
“Yes.”
“The left one”, Bill says as he rolls his eyes.
Bill watches the TV as the person on the left TV gets part of his head blown off. Before he could fully digest it there are three more people on the screen, all children.
“Choose one”, says the supervisor.
Bill is trembling. “I see your point, I will not ask further questions. In fact I’ll even resign.”
“Choose one or they will all die.”
Bill chooses the boy in the center screen because he looks the oldest. Then he stares directly at the ground both because he’s mortified and he did not want to watch what would happen to the boy.
The TV changes and it’s Bills wife and two daughters.
“Choose one”.
“I will not!” Bill exclaims.
“Choose one or they will all die.”
Bill curls up his fist and starts walking towards the supervisor but before he can get there he realizes his oldest daughter is on every screen.
“Now you have one thing to live for instead of three”, says the supervisor with his ever persistent grin.
He then takes the sunglasses off to reveal big gray eyes. They look anything but human. He walks towards Bill and shouts with a deep booming voice, “Now go back to work and make my dinner!”.
| https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177g77o/chemical_plant/ | scarystories | Aware-Locksmith6757 |
false | I Discovered Someone Living in the walls of my house and they’re not alone [Part 2] | In the days that followed my discovery, paranoia and fear consumed me. Every creak and whisper in the house sent shivers down my spine. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being monitored, even in the supposed safety of my own home.
Desperate for answers, I began to research the history of the house. The more I uncovered, the darker the mystery became. It turned out that the previous owner had abruptly left without a trace, and rumors in the town suggested that this house held a sinister secret. Whispers of missing people and unexplained phenomena were associated with the property for decades.
As I delved deeper into my investigation, I stumbled upon a hidden compartment in the basement. Inside, I found a journal filled with cryptic entries, mentioning rituals, sacrifices, and a malevolent entity lurking within the walls. It seemed that I was now caught in a web of ancient horrors that I couldn't escape.
In the dead of night, I heard footsteps again, but this time they were coming from within the walls. The whispers grew louder, echoing with a chilling message: "Join us." It was a haunting plea that sent terror coursing through my veins.
I knew I had to uncover the truth and put an end to this nightmare. Armed with the journal, I sought the help of a local historian who specialized in the town's dark history. Together, we pieced together a horrifying tale of a secret society that had used the house for sinister purposes for generations.
To break the curse and rid my home of the malevolent presence, I had to confront the spirits that dwelled within the walls. The historian and I gathered the necessary materials for a ritual that could banish them once and for all. As the candles flickered and the incantations echoed through the house, the walls trembled, and a bone-chilling wail filled the air.
As the last words of the ancient incantation left our lips, a powerful gust of wind surged through the house, extinguishing the candles and plunging the room into darkness. For a moment, the very foundations of the house seemed to tremble, and a cacophony of wails and whispers filled the air, echoing through the walls.
But then, as swiftly as it had begun, the chaos subsided. The house fell eerily silent. The oppressive presence that had haunted me for so long was gone, vanquished by the ritual we had performed. It was a hard-won victory, and relief washed over me, leaving me breathless.
Still, even as I stood there in the now-quiet room, I couldn't help but feel a lingering sense of unease. The scars of that terrifying ordeal ran deep, and the memories of the horrors that had dwelled within these very walls were etched into my consciousness. The house was finally free of its haunted past, but the weight of what I had witnessed, and the knowledge that such malevolence could exist in this world, would forever be a burden I carried with me. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1772la8/i_discovered_someone_living_in_the_walls_of_my/ | scarystories | CrashNebullaa |
false | The Crooked Wood | In the heart of a dense, ancient forest, where gnarled trees claw at the moonlit sky, a thick, eerie fog clings to the earth like a shroud. The air is dense with foreboding, and the silence hangs heavy, broken only by the occasional rustle of unseen creatures. A crescent moon casts feeble rays of light, creating spectral shadows that dance among the twisted branches. You, a lone wanderer, venture deeper into this nightmarish wilderness, heart pounding, senses alert, and every step you take is a leap into the unknown.
As you press on, your footsteps muffled by the layers of damp leaves and decomposing foliage, a cacophony of sinister sounds play a haunting symphony around you. The distant howl of a wolf sends shivers down your spine, and prying eyes watch you from the shadows, their gaze cold and malevolent. Unearthly whispers hiss through the underbrush, carrying secrets and curses that are best left unheard. This forest is a world of nightmares, where forgotten horrors lurk behind every tree, ready to snatch away any intruder who dares enter their domain.
With each passing minute, your heart pounds louder, and you question the sanity of your decision to traverse this unholy wilderness. The darkness grows more oppressive, and you are sure that the trees themselves conspire to ensnare you in their cruel embrace. It is in this moment of despair that you stumble upon a small clearing, and in its midst stands a decrepit wooden house, like a forgotten relic from a time long past.
As you approach the ancient dwelling, the air grows colder, and the very ground seems to tremble beneath your feet. At the threshold, you see her—an old woman, her hunched back and twisted form revealing her age. Her skin a sickly shade of pale blue, and her eyes, like two bottomless pits, which seem to pierce right through you.
"You have found your way to my home," she rasps, her voice a chilling whisper, "and now, you must stay."
You hesitate, torn between the instinct to flee and a morbid curiosity that holds you in place. As if sensing your inner turmoil, the old woman continues, her words oozing with malignance.
"This house... It is not what it seems. It is alive. And it hungers for souls. Much like the one inside you, little one. Please, stay, and you may join the chorus of the lost souls it has devoured."
With that, the wooden house begins to creak and groan, its timbers shifting and contorting into grotesque shapes. The very walls seem to ripple and breathe, and you realise with growing horror that the house is no ordinary home—it is a monstrous entity, a prison for unwary wanderers.
Panicked, you turn to flee, but it is too late. The house lunges at you, its gaping maw of splintered wood and jagged teeth closing in, swallowing you whole. Your screams drowned out by the agonised wails of countless others who have met the same fate. As the darkness consumes you, you understand the true horror of the forest—a place where nightmares thrive and the line between the living and the dead is blurred by the never-ending torment.
And so, lost to the malevolent forces of the crooked wood, your existence becomes an eternal nightmare, trapped forever in the heart of this terrifying forest, a warning to any other who might dare wander into its depths. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/177580p/the_crooked_wood/ | scarystories | dead__canary |
false | Never go on the Simpsons ride alone on Halloween Horror nights. | My brother and I both went to Universal Studios recently. We went in a lot of the horror attractions, but eventually we both decided too go on the Simpson's one last time before heading out. We both went on once but my brother wanted to go again I didn't really want too. So he went without me I stayed by the gift shop. I waited there for a long time eventually I called him after I saw some people that were behind him get out. He didn't answer I called again... nothing eventually i waited in line to get him so i waited in line. By the time i get to the ride its 11:00pm so I went on. The first thing I realized is the intro before you get on you know the one with Itchy and Scratchy. Except they weren't moving they were just... staring at me there eyes had no pupils. Eventually the doors opened. I walked in and sat down and eventually it starts the ride goes up and nothing the screen goes on but all i see is my brother in a Simpson's art style then i hear the Krusty laugh. Fear struck up my body as the next scene my brother is being tortured. Then the doors opened instantly i ran out. But as I was getting out I saw a silhouette while getting out. Ever since then i was trying to get back there. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17741qr/never_go_on_the_simpsons_ride_alone_on_halloween/ | scarystories | Competitive-Song8098 |
false | Follow The Leader… | The human mind is inherently weak. We crave affection. We need to be told we are special. Different from the rest. We need validation.
To worship something gives us hope. A purpose. Something to live for. Do you believe in God? Maybe a higher power. Possibly another person…
Don’t say you don’t. I know you do or you wouldn’t be here. Reading posts. Commenting. Worshiping. With every click of your mouse, you feel the rush. You pray others will validate you. But that’s ok. Don’t be scared. I see you. I care about you. I’m here for you….
But you have to listen close. Do what I tell you. Follow my every word… Feed you mind.
I stare at my computer screen and I smile. My livestream is filling with followers now. A million of you have logged on. I wave at the camera to all of you.
“You are the King!” Someone comments.
“You are my favorite influencer!”
I laugh and shake my head at the comments. None of you know me. You follow me though. You worship me.
“Hey everyone.” I say as I lean forward and stare into my web cam. I stare at you. “Do you love me?”
“YES!” Someone writes.
“Of course!!!”
“Marry meeee!”
I nod. Pleased.
“Would you do anything for me?” I ask. Comments flow in. I smirk. “Would you die for me?”
Of course you would. You follow me because I’m the leader… | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1776jlv/follow_the_leader/ | scarystories | lizziquin |
false | My boyfriend died and hes come back to kill me. | My boyfriend died and he's come to kill me. I'm currently in my sophomore year of high school, my boyfriend, Jacob, was too. Jacob was always energetic, we had p.e together and whenever we would head to the field he would immediately be climbing something. It was Friday, and on Fridays for p.e we're allowed to do whatever so me, Jacob, and our friend Anthony, went out to the field. Jacob, per usual, starts climbing up a tree. Anthony tries climbing up it too but he wasn't strong enough. "You need more upper body strength Anthony, if you actually tried to participate in class then maybe you could actually do it." Jacob yelled from above tauntingly. "Oh shut up Jacob, your only able to get up there because your tall." Anthony said, picking up a stick and throwing it at Jacob. I watched as they went back and forth, Jacob getting higher and higher as he climbed up the tree. "Jacob, maybe you should get down now." I called up to him. "No! I'm almost at the top, this is the farthest I've gotten so far!" He said, and continued climbing. The next branch was quite far away, me and Anthony watched as he got to it just barely avoiding falling. "Dude, she's right, you should maybe get down now." Anthony tried to convince him. "I'm so close, I can't stop now." He said as he continued to climb. He stopped and stood all the way up as he tried to break some thick sticks in his way, then it happened. He leaned forward too much and fell 40 feet to the ground, hitting a large branch before hitting the ground with a crunch, landing on his back. Anthony and I stood for a second in shock, it happened so fast. Before I knew what was happening I was next to Jacob, Anthony running to get help. I wanted to be a nurse, and I could tell based on how he wasn't moving or breathing that he had most likely died the second he hit the ground. But even with that knowledge, I held his hand as I waited for the ambulance to get there. When the ambulance got there they declared him dead at the scene, and took me away so I didn't have to see anymore than I had to. The next few days are a blur, my parents coming to get me, school being cancelled for the next week, the funeral. Its been a month since then, and Jacob has come back. It started by thinking I saw him out of the corner of my eye, and then looking over to see no one, then me noticing someone following me everywhere I went. At first I tried to think nothing of it, but tonight something happened. My younger sister had a school event tonight, I had decided not to go, but my family still went. My family wouldn't be back for a few hours, which was fine to me, I wanted to be left alone with my thoughts. As I was in my room, I heard the doorbell ring. I got up to answer the door, and on my way there the doorbell was rung 2 more times. I looked through the peephole to see my dead boyfriend. He was wearing the same thing he died in, the school p.e uniform. "Amilia, please let me in." He yelled. I froze. How could someone look and sound just like someone I knew was dead? He started banging on the door, trying anything to get in. I ran to the back of the house to double check that the back door was locked, which gladly it was. I ran to my parents room where they kept the gun, and I walked back into the living room where I would have a perfect view of the door if he got in. I tried calling my parents, but they didn't answer their phones. I sat there, listening as Jacob banged on the door, yelled, demanded, and begged for me to open the door. Jacob always had a bunch of upper body strength, so it wouldn't be long before he got in. As I'm typing this, I can tell he's almost in. When he comes in I don't plan on shooting him, I can't watch him die again. Instead I'm going to turn the gun onto myself, maybe once I pull the trigger me and him can be at peace together. This is my last message to the world, through a reddit post that a bunch of strangers on the internet will see. I hope that I pull the trigger before he can get to me. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/176okbi/my_boyfriend_died_and_hes_come_back_to_kill_me/ | scarystories | Lonely-Soup-9912 |
false | Going Dental | “The tears ran down his swollen cheeks as he tried to speak. “It's nothing personal, I’m just afraid of dentists.”
“There’s no need to be afraid. Dentists are here to help not hurt.”
“Wait, before you give me the needle can we loosen the straps?”
“We can’t do that.“
Trying to loosen himself he said “I’ve never been to a dentist that used straps.”
“And you still haven’t, Now open up.” | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/176m4ri/going_dental/ | scarystories | LorneBronstein |
false | I Discovered Someone Living in the walls of my house and they’re not alone | A few weeks ago, I moved into a seemingly ordinary house, but what I've uncovered is anything but ordinary. I think someone is living within the walls of my home.
It all began innocently enough, with subtle, unexplainable noises that I tried to brush off as the house settling or the wind outside. But as the days passed, those noises grew more persistent, more eerie. Late at night, I'd hear faint whispering, like a clandestine conversation just beyond the drywall.
One evening, curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to investigate. Armed with a flashlight and a sense of dread, I began knocking on the walls to locate the source of the sounds. That's when I stumbled upon a loose panel in the basement. It led to a narrow, dark passage. I had to know what was hidden within.
Crawling through the cramped space, my heart pounding, I reached a small chamber where dim candlelight flickered. There, I found a makeshift bed, old photographs, and eerie drawings on the walls. It was clear that someone had been living here, in my house, undetected for who knows how long.
The walls were adorned with names and dates, all pointing to a single conclusion: this secret occupant wasn't alone. They had companions, and the most chilling part was that some of those dates were recent, suggesting others had ventured into these walls but never returned.
My blood ran cold as I heard footsteps approaching the entrance to the passage. Panicked, I retreated back to the basement, sealed the panel, and tried to pretend that what I'd seen and heard didn't exist. But the whispering continued, growing louder and more sinister.
I can't escape the feeling that I'm being watched, that there are eyes on me even when I'm alone. I don't know who these hidden occupants are, what they want, or what secrets lie within the walls of my house. I'm trapped here, Reddit, and I fear that the presence lurking in the dark may not be content to stay hidden much longer. Please, help me. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17679x5/i_discovered_someone_living_in_the_walls_of_my/ | scarystories | CrashNebullaa |
false | A letter from ground zero | Dear Michael,
My friend, this city... It's unlike anything I've ever encountered. The silence isn't just oppressive—it's suffocating, with an intensity that presses down on you, like the world's densest fog. Though it appeared as a desolate ghost town from afar, up close, it feels like an open wound, raw and festering. And though we were sent to find one, there's no discernible trace of any illness—feel like trying to find footprints in water. What we have found, is far more disturbing.
The streets... God, Mike, I've never seen such devastation. They're awash in hues of crimson, marred with purples and yellows from torn flesh and exposed fat. The gut-wrenching sense of terror seems to have permeated the very walls of this damned city. Buildings are not just structures anymore; they're canvases of death.
It's not just the sheer brutality that chills me, but the haunting reminders of the life that once was. Amid the horror, I'll spot a child's abandoned toy soaked in blood, a pair of glasses crushed underfoot, a diary whose pages are now blotted with the life essence of its owner. This isn’t just a city lost, Mike. It's humanity, ripped apart, showcasing the darkest depths one can plunge into. I can't help but think: what could push people to such extremes of violence against their own?
Everywhere we go, there are these inscriptions. Words scrawled hastily on walls, doodles scribbled onto bits of paper that litter the streets, and elaborate drawings painted on buildings. And I mean everywhere, Mike. The repetition is chilling, like the echo of one thought that's been magnified a hundredfold. You take a turn down an alley, and there it is again—a serpent, but not quite. The images seem to be constantly shifting, never settling into a shape that the mind can comfortably comprehend. One moment it appears serpentine, the next it’s formless—like smoke or a dream fading upon waking. It's like the drawings themselves are trying to retreat out of my gaze.
The writings are just as haunting. Lines of text that make no sense, almost as if the people writing them were trying to convey an experience that human language wasn't equipped to describe. Phrases like “it lingers” and “just out of sight” keep popping up.
What's even weirder, if possible, is the technological void we've stepped into. Our tech has gone haywire. None of our phones have had a lick of signal since we flew in close enough to spy the city over the horizon. Radios are useless, producing nothing but eerie static. Hell, the camp's microwave blew up the second we tried heating some food. I tried laughing it off with the guys—joked about how the entire electromagnetic spectrum seems twisted here, maybe we took a wrong turn and ended up in the Bermuda. But underneath the laughter, there's a thread of unease that none of us can shake.
And now, the colors. I know you might think I've finally lost it, but the hues in this place... they’re wrong. It's subtle, but it's there. Like looking at a familiar painting but knowing something's off, yet you can't put your finger on what exactly. At times, they seem to stretch and bleed in ways that color shouldn't. The sky, for instance, it should be blue, right? But sometimes it feels like it's in shades it shouldn’t be—a deeper blue almost black, or a pale one, milky and strange, not the comforting azure blanket I remember. Still familiar yet just distorted enough to feel alien. It is suredly just the tension getting to me, but everyone feels it. We all see it.
Hold on a second... There it is again! I thought I saw something at the edge of my tent. Probably one of the guys messing with me, thinking it's fun to spook me even more in this godforsaken place. But every time I try to catch them, they're gone. Disappeared. What is wrong with them? This isn't the time or place to be playing pranks.
Anyway, I need to wrap this up. My gut tells me that we need to finish our work here quickly and get the hell out. There’s something in this city, Mike, something we weren't prepared for. I'm mailing this letter out with the dispatch tomorrow. If things get too delayed here, at least you'll know what I'm facing.
Stay safe, old pal. I'll see you soon, hopefully with a more cheerful tale to tell.
Your friend, Tom | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/176p390/a_letter_from_ground_zero/ | scarystories | Worldly_Employer |
false | Nightmare | I’ve had this nightmare since I was a kid. I’m just going about my day, minding my own business. And I realize people are staring at me.
People waiting at the bus stop. Walking their dogs. Watering their lawns. They all just stop and turn and stare.
I think maybe I have something on my face. Or I’ve stepped in dog shit. Or a bird pooped on my head. Maybe forgot to put pants on (I’ve had that dream, too). But no. Nothing’s wrong with me. They’re all just staring.
They don’t look away. They don’t blink. They don’t say anything.
Just stare.
It’s too much. I start running, hoping I can get away from all those eyes. But no matter where I go, they all turn. They all look. They all stare.
Maybe that’s why I’ve always been anxious in crowds. I know, logically, that no one is looking—everyone’s too caught up in their own worlds to notice anyone else, especially now that smart phones are a thing. But I still can’t shake the feeling that some faceless someone is watching me from the crowd.
I know it’s just anxiety. I’ve lurked on support forums, read my fair share of pop psychology articles. It hasn’t stopped the nightmares, but I understand them now. It helps to know I’m not alone.
Still, it happens when I least expect it.
Friday afternoon. Work was hectic, but Thank God It’s Friday, and I leave my fucks at the door. A podcast plays in the background as I inch home through rush hour traffic, thinking of the leftovers waiting for me in the fridge.
The neighborhood’s busy. People are clumped together on the sidewalk, murmuring to each other. They quiet as my car passes, watching with round eyes.
A flock of police cars crowd my cul-de-sac. Dozens of men in uniform mill about, talking into radios, to each other, to my next-door neighbors. I think of throwing my car in reserve and speeding away, but it’s too late.
They’ve already turned. They look. They stare. All of them.
I sit behind the wheel, cognizant of my breathing.
The rap on the window makes me jump. I roll it down, mouth dry as the officer leans in, his unblinking eyes locked on me.
“Sir, I need you to step out of the vehicle.” | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/176kekj/nightmare/ | scarystories | firesidechats451 |
false | "Grandpa John" Scary Story | Scary Story Grandpa John. Although the stories are short, they will be scary if you think about them carefully.
[https://youtu.be/sRVDB8XZZws?si=aXlel393sp-kFaM-](https://youtu.be/sRVDB8XZZws?si=aXlel393sp-kFaM-) | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/176udpw/grandpa_john_scary_story/ | scarystories | Substantial_Clue_203 |
false | Sexy Time Has Lost It's Fun | “Stop biting me.”
“But you taste so good babe.”
“Please? It kind of hurts, you’re biting a bit too hard. I found it enjoyable for a moment, but now it’s not fun.”
“But.. You taste… So good.”
“Babe… Babe! What the fuck? Babe!”
Blood poured profusely as my teeth gnashed deep into her flesh, she was beautiful, substantial of everything I had fantasized about over the past couple of years.
“So much time waiting… You taste better when you love me.”
| https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/176ryvv/sexy_time_has_lost_its_fun/ | scarystories | UnkleNed |
false | Possess me | I was a collector of dolls, beautiful glass dolls. From an estate sale I bought the most lovely of all puppets, I called her Elena. I never should have bought her at all. This precious piece of porcelain is cursed. My nights have been filled with nightmares so terrifying I wake haunted by the images.
I hear a jack in the box, or other wooden toys in the dead of the night. As if my collection is truly alive. Elena watches from the mantle. Her eyes are always watching. They've grown from endearment to something sinister. That doll terrifies me for reasons I can’t explain.
One black night I threw her into a roaring fire, but the doll wouldn't burn. The toy was completely unharmed. In my panic I attempted to throw her away but even from a landfill she was back in perfect condition. She is taunting me now, in her eyes is a cold rage I’ll never forget. She is real.
The movies have it so vastly wrong. Elena won’t kill me with a knife or hunt me down she has no need too. I had her for a month, and something began. My skin had grown snow white, my hair which never curled curled just like hers.
I can’t run away, I can't cross the threshold of my home anymore. My skin has grown fragile, and become like crystal. I have no idea how I am alive or how I will continue to be. It is so painful, my organs turning to glass.
Soon I’d be all porcelain just as she was. The transformation progresses aggressively and I'm rendered incapable of movement . I can still scream, and I keep screaming.
“Would you shut up?” Elena voiced? Elena talked? She looks just like me! Those were my legs, my arms, my ocean eyes, everything she was mine.
“NOOO! NOOO!” I screamed with everything I could. It wasn’t even my voice, my voice was gone.
She just smiled. She just fucking smiled, and walked out the door locking the house behind it with her collection of dolls. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/176bfke/possess_me/ | scarystories | Quotetheraven67 |
false | The bouncing woman of the Orme - true story | I am going to be telling this experience from my mum’s point of view. This is a true story that she has told me many times - however I still find it just as fascinating as I did the first time I heard it. By trying to figure it out myself, I think my mum was around 16 years old at the time which would mean this took place in 1999.
*To give a bit of back story - I lived in a small village on the Great Orme, Llandudno where I spent most of my childhood. The Great Orme is somewhat known for its connection to spirituality. I had never really experienced anything before this – only bumps and knocks in the night as well as feeling eyes watching me as I took the washing in from the line at night. However there was always this lingering feeling about the Orme, a cold eerie feeling but also the warmth of comfort at the same time.*
*I was around 16 years old when my friend (let’s call her Beth) was staying over for the night. It was late at night, about 11.30pm and we were talking in my bedroom when we heard the sound of a tennis ball bounce against the road from outside my window. Curious as to who would be out this late at night, we pulled back the curtains and peered over the windowsill. The street was long and very narrow, with rows of attached houses. The road was dimly lit by pale yellow street lights. My eyes scanned the street until they met an older lady who was walking her dog. My curiosity was not satisfied as now, I had more questions. I looked at my friend who had the same expression as I did, then back to the woman who hadn’t noticed us. This woman was visibly old, light grey hair, hunched over posture, staggering a little when she walked, dated clothes etc. The lady was slowly throwing the ball a small distance then stopping as her little dog would fetch it back to her. She walked past my window – very slowly – before she starting bouncing about 7ft in the air down the street (yes, bouncing). Imagine throwing a ball onto the ground. The way the ball would bounce, travel in a direction whilst still in the air – hit the ground and repeat. This is exactly what this woman was doing. We were completely gobsmacked. Eyes locked in terror, staring at this unexplainable sight. We watched as she bounced towards the end of the street, her dog running beside her. It wasn’t until her body language said she was turning around to repeat the same thing back down the street – towards us – that we simultaneously retreated back to behind the curtain. We paused. Processing what we both saw in silence. Then looked at each other, confirming that we both witnessed what the other one saw but still without saying a word.*
*Not knowing exactly what to do with this information, we decided to explain what we saw to my mum. We briefly told the story – a lady was walking her dog, then we saw her bouncing at an inhumanly height. My mum stopped us and separated us into different rooms. First, she sat with my friend leaving me to twiddle my thumbs questioning her motive. After a couple of minutes my mum swapped us around. She asked me to draw exactly what I saw without missing a detail I remember of the woman and her dog. I followed her request then she brought us back together to compare our drawings in attempts to catch us out on a lie. However to her surprise, the pictures were identical down to details. Different angles and drawing styles sure, but the details were undoubtedly the same. My mum didn’t have much to say apart from look away or turn around if we ever saw her again. She was relieved to hear that the woman didn’t notice us watching her from the window.*
My mum never saw that woman again and to this day still can’t explain what she and her friend saw that night. My Nan has confirmed this story for me – no one apart of this story has any reason to lie about it. There has been a line of very spiritually awake females in my family – my mum included. I’m not sure if that could mean anything however it doesn’t explain why the friend witnessed it too? If anyone might have some explanation or theory I’d love to hear them. If anyone has any questions I’d be happy to pass them onto my mum to see if she can answer anything.
​ | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17653h0/the_bouncing_woman_of_the_orme_true_story/ | scarystories | meggiechar |
false | Dinner For Two | The beer tasted sweet, hints of citrus dancing across my taste buds as I drank.
“Are you going to finish that?” She asked me pointedly, eyes focused on the last of my steak fries that had gone cold from the pauses I took to enjoy my alcoholic beverage.
“Didn’t really plan on it.”
“Can I have them then?”
“No, I don't think so.”
“Well why the hell not if you aren’t planning on eating them?” There was annoyance in her voice, but that was no surprise to me. I smirked before responding, giving away the enjoyment I felt over the teasing from the last of my fries.
“It’s more fun watching you want them when you can’t have them.” At this statement she reached forward and grabbed a handful, shoving them tauntingly in her mouth with a smirk that far exceeded my playful teasing as she did. Ketchup smeared across her face and we both started laughing uncontrollably.
Our relationship was built with a quirky attitude, we flourished with each other.
“Nobodies gonna hear you all the way out here, just give it a rest” Our victim was squirming against the far wall of our camper, hands tied and mouth gagged. The noises she was making were a nice touch to dinner, better than any music we could have put on.
“I didn't like the way this one tasted, I told you we should have went with the husband, he had a nice build.”
“Yeah yeah yeah… You were right! Happy now?”
“Why yes, yes I am.” My wife took an arrogant breath and then continued to speak. “Lets just put this one out of their misery and dump the body, I don't want a repeat of tonight's disappointment. The fries were delicious though, thank you for making them.”
“Of course dear, Always a pleasure.” | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17610cu/dinner_for_two/ | scarystories | UnkleNed |
false | Why I don’t use zoom anymore | My name is Lucas during the quarantine days I had to do meetings and work on zoom. It was all normal i even used to talk to my friends but one day I got a call from a zoom person know as please stop looking at we first chatted on board was talking normal until he gave me a call decided to call him and then when I clicked it it it was a huge mistake that I’ve done I saw a black screen. It was zooming in and then afterwords zoomed in. There was a manikin that looked like me. The manikin was saying the words I know where you live I know your phone number, I see you behind my beautiful eyes and I’ll go to kill you it creep me out and I said no you’re not I live far away from you and I don’t really even know who you are and then it turned around for the person that was wearing a strange looking mask like a hacker mask you were saying, the words I would identify who I am, but then the call ended… at the end. I was listening to music when all of a sudden it’s teleport me to a strange website on the dark web in it. It was a picture of me from high school. I immediately sprinted.
out of the house getting an Uber driving all far away to a different city then I got a call from my mother my mother says what am I doing I replied, I am in Boston in a business meeting. My mother said well you are outside. I said no I’m in Boston but then oh OK maybe it’s an imposter I said well that’s kind of sus until I realized I knew what it was It was the manikin I immediately hide in the shelter for 26 days and then I was safe later when I get back home my actual home I thought the news that said local person used anima Tronic to shoot someone and I definitely know what it was. It was that medication that I sought on that zoom later my zoom account got hacked by the same user that I was talking to then I deleted zoom, never to download it again from now on I use Discord FaceTime, etc. but not zoom. I don’t have any updates about this issue. I just wanna tell you a creepy story about why I’ve never used zoom anymore. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/176damf/why_i_dont_use_zoom_anymore/ | scarystories | Reditfh |
false | One Bad Day p1 | Many people say all it takes is one bad day to drive someone crazy, and yea I guess that can be true but in my experience that one day has been coming for a long time.
From the day I was born I’ve been many things; a mistake, useless, you know the typical asshole parent/bully things, not trying to get into all that though, basically what I’m saying is this was a long time coming.
It started off like any other I woke up got ready for my 12 hour shift at the local hospital, swept my long brown hair back and walked out the door.
The drive wasn’t too long about 15 minutes from my house and probably about 10 minutes into it I get pulled over, not wanting to get into something at work I sent my boss a message and waited to be approached by the skinnier looking cop standing by his door, when something charges into the cop car sending it flying into a wall pinning the cop between the two, now I’m just a cook but I know enough to know that the cop was probably not waking up, stumbling I shift my car into gear I speed off not knowing what completely happened but knowing whatever it was, would probably come for me next.
As I look into my rear view mirror I see something that can’t be from this world, a huge creature probably the size of a rhino but with long stringy red fur, which I don’t know if it is the actually color or stained with blood, a mouth almost to big for its body and small dot like eyes.
Not wanted to get a closer look I slam my foot back into the gas hoping this old blazer could out run this beast, racing down the road I see the thing keeping up with me slinging other cars and light poles like they’re nothing when I see a ramp onto the highway, going as fast as this old truck will take me which doesn’t seem fast enough I drive up it hoping the creature will give up the chase, when I turn to see how close it was I get slammed from the left side sending me and the already beat up truck off the highway and onto the lower streets.
I don’t know how long I was out, my guess is around 2 mins because when I came to the beast was only just stepping up to the car, when “smack” a bulldozer runs into the side of the beast impaling it between the wall and the blade of the dozer, when my eyes starting to fade back to black.
I woke up 7 hours later in a weird looking hospital when 4 fractured ribs, a broken leg, and a concussion, amongst a few other things, after the nurse and doctors questions about my pain level and stuff a man in similar height to me steps into the room wearing an expensive but almost casual looking suit, short hair, and no facial hair.
“Mr. Beck” he said stepping closer to me, “I just wanted to offer my condolences for what happened to you today, you see sometimes unexplainable things happ-“
When I cut him off saying “unexplainable?” “Whats so unexplainable about a creature looking like it came straight from hell running me off the road”
The man’s face seemed to tense when I said that almost like it caught him off guard, “so, you could see it?” He said giving me a puzzled look
“How could one miss it?” I said giving a sour and even more confused look.
The man leaned down next to me offering his hand, shaking it I ask him “what was it?”
He sighed and said “well that’s harder to explain then just telling you a tornado or something hit you, but it’s something you weren’t supposed to see, hell you may be the only person to have ever truly seen something like it.
He paused I guess giving me time to speak but his small answer only have more questions, continuing he said “I’m well we can get into that later but this creature was from my world and sometimes beings like him can slip through the cracks and cause chaos which usually gets chopped up to terrorism, we’ll because your kind usually can’t see them and when they do usually it’s like looking at a ball of gas or something yalls eyes just can perceive it, but you?, I’ve never met someone who’s actually been able to see it”.
Seeing I had more questions now then answers he said “you can call me B short for Beezle” which I would later learn was some kind of hint or clue on his part but I’m getting ahead of myself, “To answer you’re questions we’ll the ones I can, yes I’m not human we’ll I am and aren’t hard to explain, what you see is more of an illusion or outfit I guess you could say, and the important thing is I’m here to make sure these things don’t happen” which I got the sense he meant more then demon like creatures.
“So, umm why are you telling me this?”
“We’ll under normal circumstances I wouldn’t, it’s not exactly permitted, rules and stuff but I’ve never had to deal with someone actually seeing a creature so now I’m left with 2 options, wipe your memory which yes it is painful but you wouldn’t remember, or (reaching his hand out again) you can come with me, I could use a sidekick” B says with a strange laugh.
Without a second thought I shook his hand, “what do I got to loose”. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1767i0r/one_bad_day_p1/ | scarystories | BlackPepper445 |
false | Anyone Interested In Helping Me? |
So I thought up a farm story for the next month or so. It’s a rules one, and noticed you have one on Lighthouse Horror. I was wondering if you could help me out with getting my story done, or at least noticed as I already have the premise basically figured out.
Here’s the rules. Interesting in hearing the rest, let me know.
- If you hear voices from the apple orchard ignore them. Head towards the pumpkin patch.
- If you see a pumpkin glowing leave it alone, It’s a tradition as they become jack o lanterns. Sometimes other rules require touching the pumpkins, but never take all of them.
- Unless you hear an intruder in the corn maze, occasionally they stray away from the orchard. You may take a glowing pumpkin to investigate but return it.
- Be very careful if you do this, because if you drop the pumpkin you’re vulnerable even if it’s not smashed.
- If you do take a pumpkin and drop it, go fetch some fresh pumpkin seeds from the shed. Replant it immediately.
- Place a glowing pumpkin in front of each scarecrow. Wait until it stops glowing and then carve it into a jack o lantern immediately. Make sure they always stay lit. If they go out, immediately relight or replace the candle.
Always use traditional candles never use modern candles or an alternative, such as electric candles.
- The glowing pumpkins will accompany you on haunted hayrides, should they be your responsibility. Before starting your hayride check the list of costumes we are using.
Any costume not on the list is them. If you see them, simply pick up a pumpkin. Same with the participants, after which they’re to be put back for the next hayride. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/17690tf/anyone_interested_in_helping_me/ | scarystories | WrathOfTigerHeart |
false | "Unholy Halloween: A Night of Ritual and Terror" | I've always loved Halloween, with its eerie atmosphere and the thrill of fear lingering in the air. This year, I decided to go all out and host a Halloween party that would be talked about for years to come. I had meticulously planned every detail, from the decorations to the spooky games. But little did I know, this Halloween would become a nightmare I couldn't escape.
The night began like any other Halloween party, with guests arriving in their most creative costumes. Laughter and chatter filled the air as we indulged in candy, cocktails, and the eerie ambiance I had created. As the host, I couldn't have been happier, seeing everyone enjoying themselves.
However, as the night wore on, strange occurrences started happening. Lights flickered and candles blew out on their own. At first, I thought it was just a result of the spooky décor, but then things took a sinister turn.
We decided to play a game of hide and seek in the dimly lit house. It seemed like the perfect Halloween activity. I volunteered to be "it," and my friends scattered to find hiding spots. As I counted down, a feeling of unease washed over me. It was as if the house itself was watching, waiting.
I began searching for my friends, each room colder and more ominous than the last. I called out their names, but there was no response. The silence was broken only by the sound of my own footsteps echoing through the empty hallways.
Then, I heard a faint whisper coming from the basement. My heart raced as I descended the creaky stairs. The darkness down there was suffocating, and I could barely make out the shapes of old furniture covered in dusty sheets.
The whisper grew louder, and I followed it to a room at the back of the basement. The door was slightly ajar, and an eerie, green glow spilled from the crack. I pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside.
What I saw in that room will haunt me forever. It was a circle of my friends, standing in the dim light, their faces contorted in terror. They were chanting something in a language I couldn't understand, and their hands were raised, holding strange, glowing symbols. In the center of the circle was a grotesque, otherworldly creature, its eyes locked onto mine.
I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I stumbled back, desperate to escape, but the door slammed shut, trapping me in the room with that abomination. It approached me slowly, its twisted, inhuman form inching closer with every step.
Panic overwhelmed me as I realized that this Halloween party had turned into a nightmarish ritual. My friends, or whatever had taken control of them, intended to sacrifice me to this eldritch horror.
I frantically searched for an escape, my hands trembling as I reached for a nearby shelf. My fingers closed around an old, dusty book. Without thinking, I opened it and began to read the strange symbols inside. The room trembled, and the creature let out an agonized howl. The power of the words seemed to weaken it.
With every incantation, the room grew brighter, and the creature writhed in pain. My friends' grip on the symbols faltered, and they fell to the floor, unconscious. Finally, the room was filled with blinding light, and the creature let out one final, ear-splitting scream before vanishing into nothingness.
When the light faded, I found myself alone in the basement, my friends safe but unconscious. I rushed to their side, shaking them awake. They had no memory of the ritual or what had happened. It was as if the nightmare had never occurred.
We quickly left the basement, and I sealed the door behind us. The party was over, but the horror of that Halloween night would haunt my dreams for years to come. I learned the hard way that some things are best left untouched, that the line between a thrilling scare and true terror is razor-thin, and that on Halloween night, the darkness can come alive in ways you never imagined. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/175xk9t/unholy_halloween_a_night_of_ritual_and_terror/ | scarystories | Commercial_Book_242 |
false | High Anxiety | Wherever you go it’s always there
As true as you are, so is despair
Hidden away from the world to see
“Your sufferings internal, it’s just you and me.”
You run and hide but it finds a way
To creep behind and ruin your day
A moment once happy is quickly dead
by a crazy thought that manifests in your head
Monsters are plenty, easy to find
But the worst of them all are within our mind. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/175udhr/high_anxiety/ | scarystories | LorneBronstein |
false | my friend used to go to this abandoned Disney park called Mowgli's palace and i believe its real | after i read the story called abandoned by Disney. i asked my friend if he knew about Mowgli's palace just trying to start a conversation. and he said "yea if been there before." and i said in curiosity "can you tell me more?" my friend went on about what the park looked like.if you read that story called abandoned by Disney you know that the park had a giant Indian palace and tribal gear costumes. My friend also gave me more information that's not in the original story such as a safari or cruise ride, a slingshot ride, a hot dog cart with no water slide,and a dinosaur ride but that ride was shut down. and my friend also describes the mascots saying that they wore tribal clothing and the interior of the reptile house included like your average reptile house. and he also went into the mascots only room on a dare or a bet and he saw a photo negative mickey outfit saying "hey wanna see my head come off? and i think he went running to his mom and told her what she saw and she was terrified when she went to the mascots only area. and yes the mom is okay. and it all ended with screaming in the mascots only area. and everyone was running out of the building and my friend's mom said "its time to go" and my friend said "but i want to stay longer" and they left probably never going back to the park ever. after hearing that story i do believe Mowgli's palace was real at one point. i will keep you updated on his story to for more information. | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/176d3lc/my_friend_used_to_go_to_this_abandoned_disney/ | scarystories | dinodude1228 |
false | I’m starting a YouTube channel for scary stories to narrate if anyone has any stories they want me to narrate I’d love to be considered and I’ll give u credit in my video | null | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/175yqeq/im_starting_a_youtube_channel_for_scary_stories/ | scarystories | Critical_Use_2893 |
false | random creature | hey guys i just want to tell you a story that happend a week ago at my grandparents house,so i went outside during midnightgetting a snack and i saw something that i couldent explain it was like a fucking animal running down the road but it was not a normal one it was like a creature on 6 goddamn legs and ofter seeing that crap i ran back to my grandparents house and couldent sleep for the whole night because i was left speechless thinking about it,Then the next day my aunts( she lives right beside my grandparents hous) dog randomly died it was like scilence death, i was left clueless of what just happend i couldent speak i wasso shocked. The day after nothing really happend it was a normal day a happy one,and then i went back home but left weirded out (i will be posting true stories abt my life every week!) | https://www.reddit.com/r/scarystories/comments/1760ooj/random_creature/ | scarystories | EMbarAAsedMANOnCOver |
false | I was almost a Disneyworld Death Statistic | Okay, so you know there’s this legend that “No one dies at Disneyland/world?” Not only does it sound ridiculous, but I’m sure most of you who are into morbid topics are aware it’s a complete lie. Basically, when people die on property, Disney has paramedics jumpstart their heart so they’re not “legally dead”, but they’re already braindead, never to return to the land of the living again, probably, and then they’re airlifted off of Disney property, and then they stop jumpstarting their heart, and put them out of their misery. If you Google it, there’s a comprehensive list of every death that ever happened at either Disney Property. And let’s just say there’s been a LOT more death at the Florida park.
How does this include me? Let me tell you. My dad was an employee at Disneyworld in Florida for most of my life. Sadly, he got fired from Disney due to Covid-19 restrictions. But anyway, during most of my childhood we got Disneyworld passes for a lowered price, as they give, or at least used to give, their employees so they’d bring their families frequently. I went to Disney ALL.THE.TIME as a child, and I loved it! At least…until the accident. So, some kids have traumatic events at Disney like seeing a guy on a stretcher, or, getting bullied by a duck, or dealing with a mean cast member, or even riding Splash Mountain (it’s the racism for me, babe). But me? No, I’m just built differently.
So, one late night at the park (we often got to stay after hours because of my dad’s employee benefits, or because we vacationed there when we had the extra money), and we decided to give Big Thunder Mountain, the western-themed roller coaster a late-night hurrah (because it’s a lot more fun riding it at night). I was seated with my mom. I was probably only like 99 pounds, and she was a little over 200 pounds, so it means to say that the lap bar did not cover me AT ALL, it was a good half a foot away from my person. Anyway, it was just, a normal ride with me being flung around a bit more than usual, but I had my hands up so I didn’t really notice at first. Anyway, near the end of the ride there’s this sudden DIP that happens underneath some sort of wood structure. The DIP happens, and suddenly, gravity, G-force, the bar, anything that should’ve kept me down, FAILED. I started to float upwards, my body started to force itself into an standing position as I started to rocket out of my seat. It felt like slow motion, I think my life started to flash before my eyes a little. But my mom grabbed me by the hips and had to physically pull me back into my seat. I held on for dear life for the rest of the ride and I cried. I never really got over it, and I haven’t really liked rollercoasters since.
On a lesser note, I also gave myself permanent neck/back nerve damage riding Space Mountain on a different visit to the parks. But I barely remember that event other than screaming in pain for a good 20 minutes, and no cast members bothering to help me. I should really sue, but knowing their track record, Disney would win the court case. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14wgzx1/i_was_almost_a_disneyworld_death_statistic/ | TrueScaryStories | RoseTintMyWorld22 |
false | Disfigured face | Hey, it's me again and i have another story for you. Two stories in one...This happened in the present time, when i was alone in my room(Important part and also to know, i have a bunk bed which is important too). i was watching TV but i had gotten a discord notification so i was checking it, as i was doing this, i saw a bloody and disfigured face coming from the top bunk.
i quickly put my phone down and it went back into the bunk, i knew that it wasn't anyone in my family but i still checked, as you can guess, *it wasn't there.* It wasn't human but it couldn't be a spirit because usually, i would sense their presence and this face was...terrifying. it didn't seem real but, this is the first time i have seen it.
this is the second story:
i was home alone in the living room, Now where i live, The living room had a clear view of what was in the laundry room(Important). During this, i had the TV on and watching some show with food and a drink, i had started to get a weird feeling of being watched so i looked to where the laundry room was and there it was. It was staring right at me with its face on full display, i got up at that point and it retreated back into the laundry room.
did i go check it? yes. *it was not fucking there.* It had vanished and i had gotten scared for the first time since seeing spirits because, i never had gotten such a full disturbing sight of a spirit's face. it made me think of one of those horror projects but in real life.. i have started to believe that it might not be a spirit but a demonic spirit(due to the fact that my real 'father' was a satanist and would send demonic spirits towards my mother.)
The only people who believe me about these stories and sights are my online friends and mother | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14wfn4g/disfigured_face/ | TrueScaryStories | slenderman_proxy666 |
false | a scary story | so i live alone with my 2 dogs they love going on walks in the evening deep in the forest where nobody is ever because the forest is in a very very small town that nobody goes in the forest in it’s like a 20 minute drive from my house to the forest my dogs love it because it’s really quiet they don’t like loud noises at all so it’s really nice for them
during the drive i saw a homeless guy in a tent where i normally take my dogs on the walk so i went a bit further down to the right and when i parked and went to the right i saw the same guy in a different tent i was really confused so i just took them on the normal trails and he came up to me and said that he loves dogs and had some before he was homeless i felt bad for him so i gave him 10 bucks when he didn’t ask for anything he then told me about a dog park in a town with a population of like 3 people so i was confused but i went to it and a cat followed to it when i got there i didn’t see anything but THAT SAME HOMELESS GUY and this was a five minute drive from the forest and he had a huge creepy smile and his hand behind his back and the cat that followed me gave me a look of run it look terrified and my dogs where confused so i didn’t say anything and just went back to my car and drove home
a few months later the homeless was on the news and turned out he would lore people there and do really bad stuff to them but i still don’t know how he got there so fast | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14wc0f6/a_scary_story/ | TrueScaryStories | jarenMalone |
false | My boyfriend saw me, but it wasn’t me. | Hey all. So, I’m writing this in a bit of a panic because some weird stuff just happened and it reminded me of a strange experience my boyfriend had a while back.
We live in a ground-level apartment in Nashville, with good security (key cards to access the buildings). A while back, maybe like 6 months ago, my boyfriend called me around 2pm on a weekday with a strange question. He asked me if I was standing outside our front door. I responded with the truth, which was that I was at work still. He started fully freaking out, saying that he was playing Rimworld and heard a loud knock at the door. He checked the peephole and saw who he thought was me. Allegedly wearing the same clothes I’d left in that morning. But, I never use our front door, I have a key so I’d let myself in, and not to mention, I was 20 minutes away in an office.
He said that when he heard the knock and started approaching the door, he got a sort of sickly feeling, like something was wrong. And when he looked through the peephole and saw “me,” he almost threw up from the feeling. This figure standing at the door was wearing a lanyard like I wear for work, dressed in the same clothes, all that. But her head was down, and she was standing in a way that he described as “really off.”
He was too scared to look through the peephole again, and just hunkered down in the living room while we stayed on the phone.
Also disclaimer here, my boyfriend is a bit of an over exaggerator at times, so I acknowledge that. BUT, I am also a firm believer in the spooky things in life, having my own paranormal experiences throughout the years with ghosts and cryptids.
So, fast forward to today, we’re gaming at like midnight and I hear a loud knock at the door. He didn’t hear it, but I waited to see if there was another and decided is was probably just him knocking his chair into his desk or something. 10 minutes later, there’s another knock, And we both hear it this time. We look at each other, and then go to the door to look out. There’s no one there, but there is a spot to the left of our door that isn’t visible through the peephole, so I tell him not to open the door to check in case someone is there waiting for that very thing to happen. I go to close the blinds and keep listening for anything strange, but nothing else comes.
This whole thing brought up the previous story of my apparent doppelgänger, and I wanted to post it here in case anyone had any similar experiences with mimic type things in urban areas. I myself had a run in with a wendigo when I lived up north, but I find it hard to believe those or skinwalkers would be here in the metro area.
Anyone have any input, similar stories, or general info on what this could have been standing on the other side of our door that day? | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14vl3i5/my_boyfriend_saw_me_but_it_wasnt_me/ | TrueScaryStories | PenisDouglas |
false | True Cursed Item, the Basano Vase | Have you ever heard of this item? Thoughts on cursed items in general please. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14w0gi1/true_cursed_item_the_basano_vase/ | TrueScaryStories | CreepyCollective |
false | Hey look, that guy wants to speak to you. | In 2018, I transferred with one of my friends to a university in Paris. And since we were broke and rent is very high there, we ended up renting together a studio 18m2 in one of the worst neighborhoods in paris. Alongside our studies, we had to do some student jobs in order to afford food and rent. We had no help from the government and our families were poorer than we are. The first job we did was an inventory job and the shifts were from 10pm to 4am. Just terrible. Our sleep schedule was ravaged and we had to go to uni in the morning too.
This story happened on a winter night where I was not scheduled to work but my friend was. I got out late from uni and it was a particularly cold day. As I enter the apartment building, I see a homeless man in the hall sleeping. I didn’t think much of it, I thought he was protecting himself from the cold outside. I go to our studio on the 13th floor, eat and get to bed. I pull out my laptop and my headphones and I launch some show on netflix. I was so absorbed by it until I heard my friend getting home, it was already 4am.
My friend was so tired that he went straight to bed. I continued watching the show. Then 20 minutes later I see my friend gesturing at me from his bed, so I take off the headphones and he tells me :”Hey look, that guy wants to speak to you” I turn my head and I see a face like 10cm from mine, in the dark only lighted by my laptop screen light. This shit was the scariest jump scare I had in my life.
I quickly got out of bed and turned the lights on while that guy was mumbling something and as I turned I recognized him as the homeless guy who was in the hall. I ask him why the fuck is he here and how did he enter. He was just saying sorry sorry I will go out now. I said no I will call the police and he said no I will go don’t call the police. At this point I see that he is no threat so I asked him if he took something in the apartment. He said no and took out his jeans pockets so as to show me he has nothing. I tell him alright get out and so he does. And I lock the door behind him.
I turned back to my friend who was still in bed and he was like “Is he gone?” I said “yeah” so he said “ok good night” and he went back to sleep. And like nothing happened I went back to my netflix show.
When we wake up the following day, we start recollecting what happened in the night and it just dawned on us how badly it could have gone. So my friend tells me that when he got home, the homeless man was sleeping in the lift. And since he is probably the last one that used the lift, it stayed on our floor. Our hypothesis is when the homeless man woke up he just got out and tried every door until he hit ours and found it unlocked. My friend was so tired he forgot to lock it.
My friend tells me that he saw from his bed a shadow gesturing at me and since he was in that trans mode between awake and asleep, it took him time to realize there was a stranger in there. And when he realized he gestured at me to get up.
We were lucky he was inoffensive, he could have attacked us, he could have robbed us or I don’t know what could have happened. After that event, we stayed 5 more months then we got the fuck out of that neighborhood.
| https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14ujz06/hey_look_that_guy_wants_to_speak_to_you/ | TrueScaryStories | AbouMba |
false | THE WALLS ARE ALIVE | For starters I have a lot of sibling who I won’t get into detail with I used to live in a huge house with a lot of neighbors next door, one night as my siblings and I were having a party talking about interest and other things, our parents took the Night Shift so they wouldn’t be home by the moring, my brother told me how he beat up on if his school bullies, I wanted to high-five him but accidentally threw my apple I had in my hand at the light switch, it only occurred in our house, “come on princess p lets go fix the light switch” my brother said to his dolly, a loud sound witch i cannot describe along side a huge gust of wind capable of caring a human occurred, me and my other siblings went to check it out but as we went outside my brothers doll was lying on the ground overhead, “Dawkins would never abandon princess positron like that” said my older brother Dylan, the sound and wind occurred again, “DJ was that u?” My brother asked, only a keyboard piano lying on the floor, deepak my younger brother looked scared, we then went in the halls when my triplet sisters destiny Dallas and deja vu looked at the wall, the sound strook, shaking the walls, “THE WALLS ARE ALIVE!” Yelled all three of them, they all went to huddle up with me then the sound strook,”what were u sayin Dallas?” I asked no response “WHERES DESTINY AND DALLAS!” deja vu said, we went to investigate the kitchen but nothing there, I forgot to mention my older brother Dylan bought a purple flashlight with him, nothing was there, the sound and wind occurred again this time taking my brothers Dylan, Deepak, and Dantè, it was only me and my sister deja vu left, we were walking throughout the halls with my little sister asking questions like “ what would happen if the walls are everyone and then the walls would have to eat each other blah blah blah deja vu said I took princess p off the floor to come with us, when suddenly the sound strook the wind dragging deja vu into the hall of blackness, I’m still in shock and I’m scared there is no one to help me what should I do? | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14u8lr7/the_walls_are_alive/ | TrueScaryStories | Emplodedpear334 |
false | True English Clown Story | This is a true story about what happened to me. I live in a small village near Tunbridge Wells in Kent, England. On one side of our village is a vast forest that has parts that are very thick with trees and some parts that are large clearings. I usually walk there at the weekends, as it is a relaxing and calming place for me. But that changed last weekend. It was a Sunday afternoon, and I was doing my usual route through the woods when I cam upon lots of pieces of paper, all scattered in a specific area. There wasn't a breeze so the pieces of paper hadn't blown off. There must have been about 50 pieces of paper, all with the same phrase on it: "Bringing you the laugh!" I didn't really think much of it and took a photo of it as a joke. I kept on walking, and 5 minutes later I came across another pile, all with the same phrase, "Bringing you the laugh!" I took another picture and decided I would report it to the non-emergency number when I got home. When I looked up from taking a picture, I saw a bright flash of colour in the tree line. I called out, "Hello? Who's there?" Nothing. I called out again, "Hello?" Again, nothing. I was thinking I was seeing things, but when I moved on I was cautious. Then, all of a sudden, a clown jumped out from behind a tree. He had a latex mask that covered his head, and was wearing a bright yellow, purple and red jumpsuit covered in blue polka dots. His mouth was revealed on the mask, and he grinned at me. To be honest I was expecting him to have crooked yellow teeth, and I was surprised when he flashed perfect, bright white ones at me. I was a bit taken aback and stuttered out, "Who are you?" He giggled and said in a sing song voice, "I'm Honky the Clown! I'm your best friend!" He kept asking me questions about where I lived, what my name was and if I locked my doors at night. I was kind of annoyed now, and said firmly, "This isn't funny, leave me alone!" He stopped grinning. "Not... funny?" He said in an upset voice. "Not... funny?" He kept repeating those two words. But he got more angry every time he said it. After the fifth repetition of the words, he was practically spitting with fuming anger. He then took a kitchen knife out of his back pocket. He lunged at me, and I dodged out of the way. But not fast enough. I didn't see him cut me, but I looked at my arm and saw a long thin line appear on my skin, oozing blood. I let out a yelp, took one last look at him and sprinted away. I didn't know where I was going, I just wanted to get away. Nothing happened after that. I ran out of the woods, back home and I called the police instantly. I had completely forgot about my arm, and it was covered in blood by the time the police got to my house, and they sent for an ambulance. I took them to the place the clown was, but he was gone and so was the paper. I haven't seen him since. Now a week later, I feel safe to write this here. The police investigated for a few days, asked a few questions but were gone by Wednesday. I still look over my shoulder, as if the clown will be there, watching me, holding a knife. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14tau7t/true_english_clown_story/ | TrueScaryStories | Comprehensive-Art897 |
false | The mental hospital children | I (f15) was placed in physics wards eight times. My 4th visit to one was rather interesting; I realized that we weren’t the only kids there.
A patient who talked to me said she had a little boy following her. I don’t remember his name, but I remembered his story. The little boy had an aunt he was trying to find. I guess he got stuck in the ward and didn’t know what to do. The patient would draw out what he said to us. Or things in his life. What he looked like and what he would do. In me and my roommates' room, we had drawling all over the wall, mostly from the little boy. And some from past patients who drew dicks on the walls.
One night the little boy decided it was time to leave and find his aunt. The patient told us he went to say goodbye to us while we were all asleep. Since the night staff was there, they would have our doors open a little bit. The boy would stand there and watch us. I woke up that night feeling I wasn’t alone in the room and that someone or something was nearby. I turned to look in the hallway, thinking it was just the night staff coming in and shining the big flashlights in our faces again. But there, I saw the little boy standing and waving goodbye. I waved goodbye, and he left.
I still think about that little boy and if he found his aunt. I think he said they died in a car crash, and they got separated. Sometimes I still feel his ghost walking around me. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14sgneb/the_mental_hospital_children/ | TrueScaryStories | K1ss1tb33t3r |
false | The Toy Box | I must have only been about four or five when I encountered the creatures in my room. I still had a toddler bed, not quite a single, the one that is converted from a large cot. It was low to the ground because I was prone to rolling out in my sleep. Near the foot of the bed, against the wall, there was a big red toy box made of plastic, in the shape of a treasure chest. The chest was crammed full of toys, mostly little figures of cartoons I'd watch, Street Sharks, He-Man, ThunderCats, Biker Mice from Mars, a few Pokémon figures but mostly Action Men. I had a night light, a little plug in one at the side the headboard, in the shape of a crescent moon, it glowed a faint orange that stayed on throughout the night. My Mum always left my door ajar a little, we had a street light situated right outside the hallway window. It shone a strip of white light onto my wall. The toy box was next to the door, it was a small room, but the door just missed the sides of the box when you opened it, as if it had been purposefully build for the space.
I was awakened by the sound of cracking and squeaking, the noise a dog makes when chewing a plastic ball. Small bumps and thuds came from the foot of my bed. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, mouth agape, still practically asleep. I sat and listened for a few seconds, the sound of rustling, things being clanged together, snapping and gnawing crept over my footboard. As well as the constant clatter, I could make out faint squeaking, very low and quiet but it was there, more like that of a Guinea Pig than a mouse. But something was different about it, at the end, instead of rising higher, the tone dropped into a small growl. Slowly, I raised myself onto my hands and knees and crept forward to the bottom of the bed.
This side of the room was dark, the nightlights measley orange glow didn't reach passed the bed. I peered over the footboard at the toy box. The lid was open, which was strange, and toys littered the floor. I watched as the noises came from inside the box, something was moving, but amongst the figures, I couldn't tell what it was. An Action Man came tumbling out onto the floor, one of the flippers it was wearing had been shredded, the other leg stopped in a mangled stump half way down. Examining the other toys on the carpet, all of them had bite marks, limbs missing or faces chewed to a into deformed plastic mush. Little hands, arms and bits of chewed up parts were scattered on the floor also. Bewildered, I raised myself up and leaned forward, trying to get a better look inside the chest.
At first, I still couldn't distinguish what was moving. Letting my eyes focus, I made out something furry. At first, I thought it might be the Furby I had in there, but whatever it was had it's back to me, hunched over. It's fur looked damp and spiked up in messy clumps. A long, thin tail, covered in small hairs slithered upright, the end twitching from side to side. I noticed something else move within the chest and, scanning the whole thing, I could make out two more tails, both different sizes, one longer, one shorter, protruding from deeper inside the mound of toys. I'm not really sure why, but whatever they were, I didn't want to be in the room with them, they scared me. Slowly, I crept from my bed and tiptoed towards the door. Reaching it, as it wasn't far, I placed a hand on it, still looking at the box, still watching the tails flicker, I cautiously opened the door. Silently, it swung open, at first. The white stripe of light from the hallway grew as the exit out of the room grew larger. Even though I'd done it countless times, I slowed down once the door moved closer to the edge of the toy box, intently watching the distance between the two. As I slowed, the hinges of the door creaked loudly making me jump. I froze on the spot.
I listened out for the sounds of movement, but there was none. The chewing, the snapping, the gnawing, they'd all stopped. Turning my head, I peered at the toy box. I was met with two whitish yellow eyes. They reflected the light of the Cresent Moon and the hallway. They didn't seem to look directly at me, more off to my right, at the door. A nose, wrinkled and leathery, twitched as the two long slits extended and retracted. A slow, wheezing breath escaped as a mouth began to open. It grew wider and wider, taking over most of the face. Incredibly sharp, needle like teeth dripped with saliva. Bits of plastic and fake hair had been impaled and wedged in between them. There seemed to be no pattern to them, they just protruded outwards or downwards, in all forms of thickness as size. What looked like horns, or ears, I couldn't really tell, protruded from atop the head and around the eyes, as if the eyelids stretched into a pointed, contorted spike. The creature didn't move, neither did I. Slowly, and with very little noise, toys were pushed out of the way and two more heads arose from the medley. All staring in the direction of the door, all white and yellow eyed, like pools of moulding milk. My heart drummed on my chest. Tears accumulated in the corner of my eyes. The creatures were different sizes, from a very small one to one the size of maybe a large rabbit, this one opened its mouth wider than the other and let out that squeak I'd heard before. It was just air at first, a whisper, which rose into a muted squeak that lasted a second or two, then dropped dramatically into a low grumble, maybe a growl. This snapped me from my frozen state and I swung the door open as quick as I could and bolted down the hall.
I could hear the patter of claws on the laminate flooring behind me. A sensation rose from within my stomach. Like a hot burst that flowed through my body. I remember wailing as I ran, feeling the tears stream down my face. My Mother's room was at the other end of the hallway, closest to the window. I ran passed my brothers room, his door was closed, passed the open toilet door and slammed into my Mother's. The pitter patter on the laminate changed to thuds on carpet.
My Mother's bed was one of those Ottoman ones, so it was very high off the floor. Before I reached it I leapt, slamming into the side. Kicking my legs and grabbing handfuls of duvet, I pulled myself up. A pain shot up my left leg, from just above my anke. I cried out and my Mum spun round to face me.
"What's up babe?" She murmured, pulling me onto the bed.
"There's monsters in my room" I said through tears and shaky breaths.
"It's just a bad dream little man" she pulled me close and cuddled me up under the thick feather down duvet. I cried for a while, but the lulling and stroking of the hair my Mum did sent me off the sleep.
The next morning, I'd pretty much forgot about what happened and, being influenced by my mum's comments, put what I could remember down to a nightmare. Getting up from the bed, before my Mum had awoke, I headed back to my room. The door was open wide and from the hallway I could see the top of the toy box open. Creeping to the doorway, parts of toys still littered the floor. But there was no sounds. It was deathly quiet. I flicked the main light on and scanned the room, nothing. I knew my mum wouldn't believe me if I told her what had happened, so instead, I picked up all the bits of toys and put them back in the chest. Once I'd tidied up I walked back into the hallway and headed for the bathroom. I climbed onto the step next to the toilet and pulled down my pajama panta and nighttime nappy and had a wee. My hand brushed passed the bottom of my leg when I pulled my pants back up and I winced. Contorting my back, I turned and looked down at my leg, there, at the bottom, was a long, bloodied, red mark. I told my Mum when she woke up and she said I must have caught it on the bed or the toy box during the night.
For a long time I'd forgotten about that memory. Until, twenty-six or so years later, whilst in bed with my wife, my three year old daughter came running into my room in the middle of the night saying there were monsters in her room with big white eyes. The memories flooded back to me. I haven't been able to find any other story like it, so, out of desperation, I thought I'd put it on here and see what others say.
A repressed memory of a bad dream and a coincidence from a three year old? Or a childhood memory long forgotten, unlocked by a second encounter? | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14s9xyu/the_toy_box/ | TrueScaryStories | HighestBounty |
false | Fiction or reality? P1 | \[p1 might not make a part 2 whoops\] This one isn't that scary, but I talked about it again to my mom yesterday and she told me about something simular.
To start off- it must have been early 2022, maybe mid 2022, when I had a dream that spooked tf out of me
The dream starts off in my living room, back to how it was arranged last year, \[its changed now, around the time my dreams started to become more and more realistic and accurate, I hadn't watched anything scary beforehand, or even in the week before I think\]
but as I was sitting there on the couch, I couldn't shake this eerie feeling, ..then I heard footsteps coming from the dining room in front of me as they slowly started to get louder, and louder, i moved back more on the couch to get away from it. \[I think i might have screamed, that part is kinda blurry\]
My dreams have always done this thing where its like a scene from a movie or a tv show of a sort, where it will be from one scene, and then switch to the next scene, lets call the prior the living room scene, which lasted not very long, and fast forward to the next scene, my moms bedroom at the time \[which is now my room, we've switched up a lot\]
In this one, its almost like the prior never happened, my mom and I were talking about something, I was near the edge of the bed and she was more close to where the headboard was. We must have been watching a movie or something and paused it, the conversation probably lasted for 10 seconds until I heard something coming from far outside the room, now, we live in an apartment that is fairly small so everything is pretty close, including the dining room which you could see from the bedroom.
We had the door open halfway and I was the closest to it,
I heard loud, and I mean VERY loud groaning coming from the outside, it didnt sound too close but... i got scared, \[and like I said, my dreams are fairly realistic now so that makes everything worse\]
I looked into the dining room area
turned to my mom and said "do you hear that?"
she moved closer as it started to get louder again and the footsteps came back
she told me to get behind her, but I couldnt do it fast enough and the footsteps had entered the room and sounded like it was atleast a metre from me-
and I woke up.
Now, thats fine, its just a nightmare, I woke up completely fine and...that's it right? Well, yes, but I still have a little more to add on, which makes this feel... even worse for me.
Later that day \[or maybe in the week\] I had talked to my mom about it, I tried to explain it in summary, which I didnt really do here, and got to the groaning part...
when I got to this part, my mom tried to make a guess as to what it sounded like,
now- my mom is a huge believer of all things either spiritual, mythological, you name it, but mainly with paranormal stuff she knows A LOT about.
She had replicated what I heard, perfectly. As if she had heard it before, which she ... did.
She didnt entirely explain it until I mentioned it again a couple days ago,
here's my mothers story.
​
When my mother was six or so, she lived in an apartment building in Germany, the place was fairly small and she and her family knew practically everyone there, one night she was with two kids \[cant remember if they were her cousins or what-\] they were playing in the building and started to hear something off... a groaning noise coming from a room, ..the basement, now they didn't think that much of it of course, they were just kids
My mom thought it was probably just the teenager who lived there, who was around 13, but as it continued they went down to check it out, they noticed when they got there...nobody was there
they waited as the groaning continued and then ..
a boulder was thrown across the room at full speed from where the noise was coming from, they all screamed and ran up the stairs. A little girl who came with, who mustve been four, and the sister of one of the kids who went down just stood there, frozen, so she had to go back down to get her, they had made it back up safely but it still terrified them.
My mom wondered how... could it be possible for someone to have that much strength and power to throw that at 13 years old...Because it wasnt him at all. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14sgq3d/fiction_or_reality_p1/ | TrueScaryStories | Jawslin |
false | My friend can see the future? | So this was shared by my coworker last week when he learned I was looking for inspiration for horror stories. My coworker has a brother. Let’s name him Alan.
Alan works in construction. He had a group of friends and one of them allegedly can see the future. Let’s call him Ian. After their long shift, Alan and his friends went out for a drink.
On a whim, they asked about Ian’s ability to predict the future. Ian explained and gave them a reading to prove himself.
Alan knew Ian was legit because Ian gave him personal information that no one else knows.
Then it was Harold’s turn, another of Alan’s friend.
When Ian read his palms, his eyebrows furrowed. Ian said that Harold should avoid drinking and watch his temper because in the future, Ian could sense that Harold would accidentally kill someone.
Ian then said that Harold would not however be prosecuted by the police but the family of the person would take revenge on him and kill Harold themselves.
Because of this prediction, Harold got scared. He used to spend most of his salary on drinking and he does indeed have anger management issues and so Harold thought if he kept this behavior up, Ian’s prediction might indeed come true.
So he avoided drinking altogether and was able to save up his salary.
After some while, Alan and the others were just about to clock out when they heard a commotion. They ran towards the noise and found Harold on the floor and Ian dead, a pool of blood had formed around his body.
Harold explained that he caught Ian snooping through his things so they argued and he accidentally shoved Ian on the wall unknowing that there’s a nail sticking out of the wall. When Harold pushed him, Ian’s head hit the nail, puncturing it, instantly killing him.
Horrified, Harold ran away at first but then he might have remembered Ian’s very prediction about his family getting their revenge on him so he turned himself in to the police, something that Ian did not predict.
Because of this, Harold thought Ian’s prediction would not come true anymore until he felt sick.
He had mysterious blisters on his skin and it got so worse that the police had to isolate him in a different cell. Then the police tried to bring him to a doctor but it was too late.
He succumbed to this nasty infection and passed away.
From what I heard, Ian’s family had asked a witch to curse Harold…
\-
[Found the story here](https://www.toodat.com/community/Icanseeyou/IWitnessedaCrime/4q2VolejNPejNmGQ) | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14rxoti/my_friend_can_see_the_future/ | TrueScaryStories | wigglyneko |
false | Who was on the other end? | I (32f) had a scary incident back when I was about 15 or 16. When I was in high school there was this guy who hung out with my friend circle in the mornings before first period began. He was kinda odd and he had developed a bit of a crush on me. I wasn’t one of the popular kids and people didn’t usually find me attractive. So if someone did like me, it was something I wasn’t used too. So being an introvert, I kept to myself. But he would try to find a topic to talk with me about. I never fully interacted with him, nor considered him a friend.
One day, I was home from school(I don’t remember why I was home). I had gotten my first cellphone, so was I didn’t have many people on there. I then got a strange call and I still think about this call to this day and what could have happened if I made a different decision. I didn’t have the number saved to my phone but I answered it anyways. On the other end was a guys voice I didn’t recognize. He said that he knew me and asked if I wanted to meet up and that I could take a bus to meet him. I asked who he was and he told me the name of the guy that had a crush on me. I got upset and asked how did he get my number, but he wouldn’t say. He just kept trying to get me to meet up with him. I eventually hung up, and was angry at this point thinking someone gave him my number. The next time I see him at school, I angrily asked him how he got my number and why he tried to get me to meet up with him. He had no idea what I was talking about and a bunch of our mutual friends confirmed that was at school the time this occurred.
I think about this incident to this day and wonder who was that and what would have happened to me if I did meet up with the person on the other end. Did I escape a fatal fate? | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14ow3qe/who_was_on_the_other_end/ | TrueScaryStories | Kaidamonster |
false | The Chupacabra. Real or not ? | The story behind the Chupacabra phenomena is a fascinating tale that emerged in the late 20th century, specifically in Puerto Rico. The term "Chupacabra" translates to "goat-sucker" in Spanish, and it refers to a creature that allegedly attacks and kills livestock, particularly goats, by draining their blood.
The Chupacabra legend began in the early 1990s when reports of mysterious animal attacks started circulating in Puerto Rico. Farmers and residents discovered their livestock dead with puncture marks on their bodies and completely drained of blood. The media picked up on these accounts, and soon the story spread throughout the island and beyond.
Descriptions of the Chupacabra varied, but a common depiction emerged as a creature roughly the size of a small bear or large dog, with reptilian-like skin, spines or quills on its back, red glowing eyes, fangs, and a long tongue. Some witnesses claimed it could hop or fly short distances.
As the reports gained attention, the Chupacabra phenomenon expanded beyond Puerto Rico. Similar sightings and livestock killings were reported in other Latin American countries, such as Mexico, Chile, and Argentina, as well as in parts of the United States, primarily in the southwestern states like Texas and New Mexico.
The Chupacabra became a source of intrigue and fear, with some people even speculating that it was an extraterrestrial or a government experiment gone wrong. Various theories and urban legends were born, fueling the mystery surrounding the creature.
In reality, the Chupacabra sightings can be attributed to a combination of factors. The original reports in Puerto Rico were likely influenced by the widespread belief in supernatural creatures and legends in the region. As the stories spread, it is possible that some cases of animal attacks, possibly by feral dogs or other predators, were misinterpreted or embellished to fit the Chupacabra narrative.
Furthermore, the Chupacabra gained more attention and notoriety due to media coverage, which led to an increase in reported sightings. In some cases, the creatures found and identified as Chupacabras turned out to be known animals with mange or other diseases that altered their appearance.
While the Chupacabra phenomenon has persisted and become a part of popular culture, skepticism remains regarding its existence as a distinct creature. Many experts and scientists attribute the reported sightings to a combination of misidentification, folklore, and urban legends.
In conclusion, the story behind the Chupacabra phenomena is a captivating mix of folklore, media attention, and sensationalism. It originated in Puerto Rico in the early 1990s, but its reach expanded to other countries, causing intrigue and fear among the public. While the legend of the Chupacabra continues to captivate people's imaginations, the evidence supporting its existence as a unique creature remains elusive. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14oxip0/the_chupacabra_real_or_not/ | TrueScaryStories | ItzImNotReal |
false | Shadow friend | This happened when i was around 5-7 years old. During this time, My childhood room didn't have a door on the closet, only a thin layer of curtains that you could see through(This is important)
Now One night, i was trying to sleep and i had my back facing the closet when i started to feel this weird and comforting gaze on me. Thanks to my childhood curiosity, i turned in bed only to see this tall shadow figure in my closet. I can still remember the figure clearly, it was very very tall to the point that it was hunching over in my closet, it had a fedora too which was weird, since no one in my house wore a fedora, and it'd seem to watched me until morning. Of course i got so scared of the shadow that i hid in the covers, But after having that figure appearing in my closet for months, i started to get used to it watching me and fell asleep more easily with facing the closet when it appeared. i named it "Mr Tall Man"
Now that it's been gone for years, i started to notice that there have been more appearances of these shadowy figures in my home, specifically when i'm alone. Maybe it's Mr Tall Man's family paying me a visit or more randoms but the gaze is still comforting? I wanted to share this since i recently watched a video on these shadow people and i needed to tell this to others. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14o0rsq/shadow_friend/ | TrueScaryStories | slenderman_proxy666 |
false | Headless ghost in airbnb | This happened to me 3 days ago at the time I'm posting this. Lets get to the story, I was on a small vaction with my grandparents. We rented a airbnb in McGregor, Iowa. All was good but I was worn out from the activites and travling we did. So when we got to the airbnb I found a bed and fell asleep in it, I woke up in the middle of the night didnt see anything confused on why I woke up so I adjusted myself into a more comfortable position, and fell asleep, moments later I felt this huge sense of dread and extreme fright. My arms felt like they were being poked by thousands of sharp needles, and my lips felt like they had no blood in them. As I opened my eyes I saw this figure in front of the blinds across from my bed, it was a shadow, no head only the neck down, My horror only intensifed. I could barely bring myself to pull the blankets over myself and fall back asleep. I woke up at 5 am and went down stairs to think on what I saw a little later my grandma came down I told her what happened she didnt see to worried told my grandpa aswell he thought it was cool. But still scared the living fuck out of me. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14mkoaj/headless_ghost_in_airbnb/ | TrueScaryStories | SnailButton |
false | The voice | This happened about 7 years ago I was 13 at the time. This takes place in the summer. I was sitting on the couch with my sister when we heard someone screaming “HELP ME” “HELP ME ,PLEASE”. My sister and I both jumped off the couch and looked outside. It was pitch black outside so we couldn’t really see anything. Then we heard “I KNOW YOU GUYS ARE HOME I SEE YOU” We ducked down so fast. I was scared shitless my sister mouthed to me “doesn’t that sound like lauren” (that’s not her real name but i’m just gonna call her lauren). Lauren’s my moms best friend who lives with us. I nodded and I was like “oh, maybe she needs help bringing things inside.” So my sister and I go outside and we don’t see her car on the driveway. We’re confused at this point and we head back inside and lock and shut all the windows and doors. About 5 minutes later we hear the screaming again. “HELP ME” “IM BEGGING YOU PLEASE” at this point my sister and I are freaked out. We call my moms friend lauren to see if she needs help. She answered the phone but she said she was at a friends house. I asked my sister if we should call the police. She said no (i don’t know why she did). My mom came home about 20 minutes later and we told my mom everything that happened she said that it was probably just some kids trying to scare us. The next day though, my sister and I were talking with our neighbor Jess and she said that she heard someone knocking on her window and then shortly after she heard the screaming coming from around my house. We still have no idea who it was that needed help. The voice didn’t sound like they were running from someone it just sounded like they were trying to lure someone in. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14ma47e/the_voice/ | TrueScaryStories | aghrlegy_ |
false | The haunted doll | null | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14lyj3x/the_haunted_doll/ | TrueScaryStories | SuperbGood3994 |
false | I heard a woman scream in the middle of the night. | So this happened a couple of months ago and I still can't explain it. In order to understand what happened you need to know the layout of my room. So I sleep in the far end of the house, I have my own room far from everyone else. And my room has a laundry room Right next to it and the door to the garage is in there as well. So if I was in my bed and I sat up I would see the laundry room and the garage door to the side. So with that out of the way here we go. I was in my bed watching YouTube on my phone like every other night and I go to sleep when I get tired. So I eventually got tired and so I put my phone on my stand next to me and I go to sleep. This all happened at like, I think it was 3:25 or 3:30 am, sometime around there. My eyes were closed for about 5 minutes when I suddenly heard a woman scream. So I shot up in my bed I looked around and I did not see anyone. Now please understand I was so completely scared that I didn't want to get up, I was just frozen in fear. The scream sounded like in came from either the laundry room or the garage. so I was too scared to even leave my room since I would need to go through the laundry room to leave. I did not close my eyes for about 30 minutes since I was so scared. Eventually I tell myself it was nothing and I go back to sleep. Nothing like that ever happened again. To this day I still believe that scream was in my mind but I am still terrified I will hear it again one night. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14lnbsi/i_heard_a_woman_scream_in_the_middle_of_the_night/ | TrueScaryStories | cj51342 |
false | Camping Trip 2014 | This happened to me and my girlfriend I was dating back in the summer of 2014. This all took place in South Carolina and my girlfriend and I wanted to take a camping trip. We initially tried to go to a place 45 miles from our hometown but they were going to charge us double what we thought we were going to pay for. We decided to head back and it just occurred to me there’s a spot in very close to where we live.
Now I will say it’s more boondocking and off grid. We didn’t have to pay for anything just parked the car and we got out. This place is quite gorgeous there’s a historic bridge and trail, also some of the oldest railroad tracks in the south. We got there before sunset so we had plenty of time to pitch the tent and set everything up. There were a few cars when we arrived but they were most likely hikers and would be gone by nightfall. The only thing that made us uncomfortable was a busted up and rusted old white van with no license plate. We both pointed that out thinking it was weird but we shrugged it off and started walking to a good place to set camp up.
After several hours around 3AM following some quality time spent with her and taking in all the nature and then going to sleep we started to hear this obscure singing and walking around our tent. Anytime you hear commotion that early in the morning nothing good can happen out of it. I peered my head out the tent to see what was going on. I didn’t see anything or anyone but nonetheless I didn’t want to stay in that area when we both were freaked out. Just because I couldn’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there I barely did a decent walk around our tent.
As we were quietly gathering our belongings we swore we heard the singing get louder. I recall words in this song he was singing had “Now won’t ya’ll come out?” followed by this raspy laughing. Once we finally packed the tent that was when crunching on the leaves and his humming is what we heard so we knew this guy was close by. We booked it. I grabbed her hand and threw the tent and folding chairs on my back. We made sure to run the opposite way from where all his noise was coming from. Luckily we set camp up fairly close to the parking lot because I could see lights through the trees.
As we ran and scurried away from whoever was chasing us we noticed the lights from the parking lot wasn’t just the streetlights but also to our horror it was that old rusty white van we saw at the beginning. We hurried up hill just hoping this guy was alone (his van was right in front of mine) If he had an accomplice that would be another person to deal with. As we reached the lot we got into the bright streetlights I noticed my girlfriend’s hand make a slight twitch and her pace slowed down from that I could tell she was turning her head to take a look at our attacker. I heard her gasp loudly.
“C’mon don’t look we’re almost there!” She focused back and we continued running in unison. This guy was getting closer as I can hear the noise of the gravel intensify. I heard his wheezing and him barking “Don’t y’all think you’ll get away!” As we just made it past the van we split and I handed her the keys so she could unlock/start the car and I can throw all the gear in the trunk and we can make it out of this place. As I frantically laid the camping gear in the backseat and head to the driver side that was when my body faced forward for the first time in a while.
Every noise this guy was making was close and amplified now. With the car running I kept my head down to put it in reverse but curiosity got the better of me. In the brightness of my headlights this man was a behemoth with a stern wrinkled face with red patchy hair. A goatee that had dirt & crud smeared over it. His eyes were fixated on us like a scope magnifying on two 10-point bucks. He was wanting to kill.
“Get back here!” he barked waiving a baseball bat back in forth. I shook my head and with that I swerved out and we were on the way out with our hearts racing. In the rear view mirror we saw the man slam the bat in frustration. A narrow escape; we drove to Waffle House and spent the rest of the early morning until the sunrise. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14kyckl/camping_trip_2014/ | TrueScaryStories | Nice-Presence-1639 |
false | Be careful who you date | This story serves as a reminder that not all relationships are what they seem, and sometimes, the signs of danger aren't evident until it's too late.
My friend, let's call her Emily, met this guy, Jake, about a year ago. At first, everything seemed great. They clicked instantly and quickly became inseparable.
Jake was charming, charismatic, and seemingly perfect for Emily. But little did we know, a storm was brewing beneath the surface.
As the relationship progressed, Emily started noticing unsettling behaviors from Jake. He would often display extreme jealousy, constantly checking her phone, and demanding to know where she was at all times.
It didn't stop there. He isolated her from her friends and family, convincing her that they were toxic influences who didn't truly care about her.
It was truly a nightmare for my friend. She said to me, crying, that she discovered that Jake installed a secret tracking app on her phone so he knew exactly where she went. He knew every detail of her life, even things she had shared with only her closest friends.
But the most disturbing and the last straw on this toxic relationship was when Emily was in the bathroom, curling her hair and Jake saw her. For some psychotic reason, he immediately thought Emily was preparing for a date with someone else and took the curling iron from Emily.
He swung the curling iron towards Emily’s private area while shouting obscene words to her like how she was a big ugly wh\*re. Emily tried to stop him but ended up with her hands burned multiple times.
Thankfully, she was able to get out of the house and call for help. Jake was promptly arrested and hopefully he’ll stay there for years.
[Original story here](https://www.toodat.com/community/MyFriendsT/IWitnessedaCrime/PQZOpnelkjdKBzyV)
| https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14k6ghh/be_careful_who_you_date/ | TrueScaryStories | wigglyneko |
false | Creepy travel experience | This was back in February, I was in Porto, Portugal, travelling with my father. My father and I noticed a man behaving strangely between 2 parked cars in the narrow street our apartment was in, he was moving around like one of the dormant zombies in the movie World War Z. This was a very disconcerting experience as he was also moaning incomprehensively and not in any language I recognised. He didn't attack us or anything like that, just creepy how similar it was to the movie. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14ka01g/creepy_travel_experience/ | TrueScaryStories | anony_moususer_888 |
false | School lockdown scare | It happened when she was in middle school. She said it was in the early hours of the day when she decided to excuse herself to go to the bathroom.
In the middle of doing her business, the school’s PA system chimed and announced that there is a lockdown and it’s not a drill. She said her heart sank as she didn’t know what to do.
She was worried that if she ran back to her classroom, the room would already be locked and the intruder or whoever it is, might spot her. That’s why she decided to stay in the bathroom and crouched on the toilet bowl to hide her legs from the space underneath the stall.
My friend says it was so quiet that time that she could almost hear her throbbing heart beat. But she recalled that silence was shortly broken when the bathroom door flung open and she heard heavy footsteps pacing around.
She held her breath at the moment, knowing whoever joined her in the bathroom was the intruder. She remained quiet for minutes but it felt like hours to her.
The silence returned after a while and she thought that the intruder must have left by now but then she heard someone say “I see you…”
My friend’s heart sank. She immediately looked up and she saw a head peering at her from the stall next to hers. She said the man had unkempt hair and his eyes were very red.
At that moment, she screamed and the man tried to reach for her hair. But because of this noise, someone else must have heard it and ran to the bathroom.
My friend said she just covered her face continuously screaming while she heard some banging sounds all over. After some time, someone knocked on her door and said she was safe.
At first he hesitated but when she heard her homeroom teacher called out to her, she opened the door to her stall and ran to her teacher.
It turns out the intruder was a homeless guy who wandered into the school all drugged.
Thankfully none were physically hurt but my friend said she was emotionally traumatized by the encounter and that she wouldn’t go to any bathroom unless she had someone else with her.
[Found it here](https://www.toodat.com/community/Myfriendss/IWitnessedaCrime/QABWJxboXLdgwOL0) | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14k0k56/school_lockdown_scare/ | TrueScaryStories | wigglyneko |
false | Sleep paralysis cures | Hey so unsure if it’s appropriate for this sub (let me know) but I’ve lived with sleep paralysis for a long time since I was about 10. It comes and gos in phases but I’ve had it so much I can now avoid it and get out of sleep paralysis even during disturbing episodes.
Noticing a lot of sleep paralysis posts I though I’d share my strategies:
One note, I never and I repeat never sleep on my back. Every time I do I get paralysis or a feeling similar prior to falling asleep. Every time I think it’s been a long enough time…. NOPE.
Now when I wake up in an episode I immediately kill bill style give myself a pep talk and demand i wriggle my big toes.
At first it’ll feel you can’t move them. Keep trying til you feel even the slightest wriggle. This is your anchor!
Once you’ve got one or two wriggling countdown from 5 in your head. At one violently try thrust yourself awake in a sit up position. This has worked for me every time sometimes without wriggling or the pep talk.
Mind I have had so many episodes that I think my brain is accustomed. Doesn’t make it more pleasant but I can tell now when one is coming or is present.
Let me know if you have similar issues or strategies. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14kf0ei/sleep_paralysis_cures/ | TrueScaryStories | wagonfullofale |
false | Another dimention? | Hi, so i have a story of my own that has continued through my entire life.
I don't usually tell people about it, but i wanted your opinions and thoughts about my personal experience.
I do apologies if there are a few spelling mistakes, i am a really fast typer and tend to misclick..
...So since i was really young, i have always had a really strong imagination, and coming from quite a dark past before i was 2, i had trouble interacting with people and communicating properly. So usually i was ether getting bullied or mistreated by teachers for being a bit different..
When i was around 7 i had a really powerful imagination, meaning anything i wanted to see i could actually see, such as people, animals or objects etc..
As i got older i kept using my imagination as an escape from the real world, i found my own world that had blue grass and a red sky, 2 blue moons and trees 10x larger than our own, in the centre of the forest there is a massive neon blue city, with technology that is beyond ours, the people there looked like humans, but have different features, some had animal ears, wings, tails horns etc.. I myself when i went to this "imaginary world" looked different, i was still me but not really fully human.. I always had lime green eyes, no eye whites at all, just green, i had long fluffy creature ears and a snake looking tail, and yes i know it sounds a bit nuts but that is what i looked like there, i didn't choose it, it just happened overtime.
After much therapy from the age of 14-16 everyone just brushed it off as me having a powerful immagination.. Except it really doesn't feel like it anymore, i can see that world as clear as i can see this one, i can feel things there and actually hear them too, i can talk to people, interact with them just like this world, people have said that when i go there my body here goes into a trance like state, almost non responsive, what weirds me out the most is i can feel pain there too, is it really just my imagination or am i going to another dimention?
The thing is, i believe there is something dark there, because i always get the feeling of being watched, even in my room, and quite a few times i have had the feeling of being touched.
Please let me know your thoughts of this..
If anyone is interested i can give the Fullstoryy of how i encountered this place | https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueScaryStories/comments/14jvxde/another_dimention/ | TrueScaryStories | LeoMLPfan160 |
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false | I was poised to be the first person in my caste to avoid a lifetime of labor by passing the new regime's literacy test. | I turned the page to see the one last sentence I had to parse: "Mice cats dogs bother chase eat cheese". | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17d20ny/i_was_poised_to_be_the_first_person_in_my_caste/ | TwoSentenceHorror | Arch__Stanton |
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false | "We come in peace" they said, and humanity let out a collective sigh of relief. | I wished the same could have been said for their diseases, and finished my last piece of bread. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17dhoei/we_come_in_peace_they_said_and_humanity_let_out_a/ | TwoSentenceHorror | Jale_Seigneur |
false | As I glance in the mirror I see a semi truck. | "I thought this road was abandoned?" my friend says | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17e65x5/as_i_glance_in_the_mirror_i_see_a_semi_truck/ | TwoSentenceHorror | ChildrenDontRun |
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false | I had been worried about my dad’s refusal to get out of bed, but my mother insisted that he was just in a bad mood and I accepted her explanation. | As I stand with an empty feeling inside my heart at his funeral, I wish that I hadn’t. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17d5z0a/i_had_been_worried_about_my_dads_refusal_to_get/ | TwoSentenceHorror | SocialistClarinetist |
false | When I was 7, I got to see people skydiving live on television. | My parents didn't want to explain why they were jumping without a parachute from the world trade center though. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17d59hw/when_i_was_7_i_got_to_see_people_skydiving_live/ | TwoSentenceHorror | Morktorknak |
false | Was mourning the death of my camping group caused by an overnight wildlife attack. | Until I found an unrecallable bloody knife next to empty bottles of vodka. | https://www.reddit.com/r/TwoSentenceHorror/comments/17ds43k/was_mourning_the_death_of_my_camping_group_caused/ | TwoSentenceHorror | TheKetchupBoii |