Creeper in the Woods

I was in my freshman year at a new England College, and I was staying on campus for spring break due to having some thoughts that the college felt I needed to stay away from home.

One of my friends was also staying on campus due to spring break trip that was coming back later that week. In the meantime I’d go for walks and explore the town by myself, I never thought I’d have an experience to share. I started off by walking in the opposite direction where I knew there would be a trail that I could follow through the woods, I’ve heard many things about this trail of how people feel creeped out and turn around but I ignored that.

I was about halfway to this trail into the woods when I started feeling uneasy, was I really going to chicken out? I thought to myself, it’s just woods I’ve walked through the woods many times before! I decided to ignore my feelings and press forward, there was a green vehicle near the entrance of the trail and I could make out a figure in the drivers seat a man who was about middle aged, we met eyes and I quickly looked down.

I thought to myself why the hell would someone be sitting by the trail? But this was New Hampshire so I didn’t think of it. I decided I should continue into the trail maybe when I would be exiting the car would be gone, but boy was I wrong.

I got about halfway into the entrance when the ┬áperson exited their vehicle and I turned around to see where they were heading, and they were heading for my direction, shit I thought we locked eyes now I’m going to die I’ve seen horror movies! I decided maybe if I can walk faster than him than I would be able to find a way out. I continued listening for his steps along with mine. I was frightened no one knows I’m here no one even knows I left the campus.

I kept walking and noticed the path split into two directions I took the left path and as soon as I got out of his line of sight I booked it down the path noticing there’s an open field up ahead, maybe I can hide behind a tree I thought.

I ran far into the line of trees that lined the field, I crouched behind the best one I could think of. A few minutes passed and I heard this man speak, where are you? He said in a deep raspy voice. I kept quiet tying to not scream in terror.

I could hear him getting closer and closer kicking the ground as he frantically looked for me. Than the steps stopped I thought to myself what could he be right on the other side of the tree?

I didn’t dare move just in case. I stayed there for what seemed like hours, my phone went off I thought fuck he probably heard the noise. I quickly pulled my phone out of my pocket and saw that it was the friend staying on campus and she asked if I was alright, she was out for a jog and ended up seeing me frantically run down the trail and saw the man and she said he seemed to have freaked out when he heard someone else coming down the trail from the opposite direction.

I was terrified all I wanted to do was get out of the woods and be back in my dorm room, I will never forget that experience I don’t attend New England College anymore. I now am cautious when I want to go for walks and walk away from cars with people in them because of that day.

College Ghost Sightings

At the time, I was 21 years old. I was 3 months away from getting my bachelors degree From Penn State University. I was the average male type at the age of 21. Drinking, partying, all that stuff.

So, it was March 4th. I excused myself from class to use the restroom. Having my uncle as one of my teachers makes it easier to study and have access to other parts. I got an uneasy feeling going down the hallway. I started accelerating my speed at high rates swiftly. When I got to the door, I realized someone was in there laughing and tearing something up.

Growing up in Cincinnati, this was normal even in 8th and 9th grade. I walked in the restroom. There was nothing in there and the noise kept going on. I did my business, looking behind myself nearly the whole time. I felt my brain tangling and my nerves were racking up.

That’s when I saw a younger woman , about 14 years of age I would guess on top of a stall. I screamed and ran out of the bathroom. I informed a teacher across the hall. She walked into the restroom. She didn’t see or hear anything. I heard the screaming loudly when I felt like my ears were going to bleed. That’s when the girl vanished.

I have heard many stories from the school and my Uncle about that bathroom. I even heard that someone shot themselves 13 times before they died. My Uncle even said they had the same encounters with that girl in the teachers lounge. I will never go back to that creepy place of fuckery, but it scared the shit out of me. I am now married with 3 kids. I am a Pharmacist for UPMC, so if I ever got hurt, I should be fine.

Creepy Encounter Near my University

I am a 24 year old female from Romania. At the time this event took place, I was 22 and attending a pretty big university in western Romania to get my masters degree.
Because it’s a masters program, the lectures take place in the afternoon to late at night.

So on this particular day, my lecture finished at 9pm, on a january night. I lived on campus, pretty close to the university building, about a 10 minute walk. My boyfriend also lived close. So after the lecture finished, I said good bye to my classmates and off I went.

I decided to take a shorter route, through a small park that was situated between the university main building and a church. After that day, i would never walk through that park alone at night…

There’s a main path that cuts through the park directly to the main road. That path is surrounded by trees and no street lights. The only light that barely illuminates that path was coming from the church nearby. Usually, it’s walked by a lot of students day and night so i never thought i was at any risk. Just my luck, on this night there was no one walking the path but me.

I am a very paranoid person so i was a little anxious being there alone in the dark. I saw him behind a tree. I froze inside but my legs continued walking.

As soon as i made eye contact with him, he emerged from the tree he was hiding behind, literally 3 feet from me. He didn’t really look threatening, from what I remember, he was a short balding man, maybe in his 40s, with a trench coat on and his hands in his pockets. I wasn’t imediatelly scared by him, although it was definitelly suspicious. He waited until i passed him and he grabbed my arm and swung me around to face him.

My blood went cold and i got a sinking feeling that something horrible is about to happen. He said “hey honey, where are you going?” with a sadstic smirk on his face and one hand still in his pocket.

I said something like “what the hell do you want? Let me go!” And yanked my arm away from him. I looked around to see if someone else was there, any other student or person that could possibly see this scene and save me, but nope. We were alone.

Seeing me panic probably made him happy. He pulled me in a disgusting embrace and led me closer to the trees and tried to touch my ass. I has a long jacket on, but i still felt his disgusting hand. I had tears in my eyes and i shakily said “you better get the fuck away from me or i’m calling the police!”. I doubt he took my half-assed threat seriously.

He smiled and said something like “we both know you won’t have the chance to do that.” He never took his left hand out of his pocket, and now I was sure I was getting kidnapped, raped and then killed.

By some holy miracle, I heard footsteps coming from the main path. He heard them too. We both looked in the direction where the path joins with the main sidewalk out of the park, and there was a couple, holding hands and walking in our direction.
The second he saw them, the man took off running in the darnkess between the trees. As the couple got closer and saw the man running off, they just shot me a worried look, but I didn’t feel like sticking around to explain what happened so I just ran out of that damn park.

As soon as I got out on the main sidewalk and near people, I called my boyfriend crying to come meet me and walk me home.

I was determined to go to the police but after thinking it through, I didn’t. The man was gone by now anyway, there was nothing the police could or want to do.

After that day, whenever I had classes until late at night, my boyfriend would come wait for me outside the building and walk me home. I carry pepper spray with me ever since.

I still wonder what that disgusting pervert had in his pocket and what he intended to do with me.. but I’m grateful for that couple because they saved me.

Dorm Resident Ghost

I lived in a dormitory building for two years in college. Everyone in my building would joke that our old elevators were being haunted by Victoria, the resident ghost, mainly because the elevators would randomly go up and down the building, stopping and opening at random floors with nobody in them.

I laughed it off, not really believing it. I also heard stories from my floormates and others living there hearing a female voice. I brushed that off too, until one fateful day. I was in the basement laundry room taking care of my clothes when I heard a voice, clear as day, say “Hello?” as if answering a phone call nervously.

I looked around and I was the ONLY person in the laundry room. It couldn’t have come from one of the vents, because a few days prior I heard voices from other people living in the building through the vents in the bathroom, and those voices sounded tinny.

It was like Victoria was standing right next to me when she called out, because the laundry room was big and you couldn’t hear people that clearly if they were on the other side of the room.

I told one of my friends about it who lived on the same floor as me at the time, and she refused to go into the elevators or the laundry room alone for a few days after that.

Treeline Horror Show

By Hroki

This story starts just after I got out of high school. I wanted to just get out in the world, start working and get my life moving. The best way I could find to make that happen was by attending Job Corps, aka a vocational college.

My Job Corps experiences was pretty standard, waking up and going to work. I ended up spending a little over a year there learning my trade and bettering myself. The first eight months were business as usual. Day in and day out of working eating and sleeping.

Eventually I ran to be a “house leader” which in short was just a person in the dorm that assigned and made sure chores got done and the dorm stayed clean. The site that I went to had what was called “staff housing”, which was basically like an apartment just off campus for a select few that had shown their drive and earned the trust of that staff.

There was male and female staff housing. So it was seven men living in a two story apartment. As far as the layout goes of this apartment it was kind of odd. The upstairs was just a living room, a kitchen, a bathroom and a small laundry room. All the bedrooms were downstairs.

Three bedrooms ranging from two to four beds. And a small bathroom. Being in staff housing granted us a little more freedom. The staff wasn’t always around to watch us so we got to explore a little more and enjoy the area. Our campus was right on the edge of a sprawling forest.

The tree line was basically in our back yard. When my group moved up to staff housing we had an older native man helping us move our stuff up the hill with his truck. As we were unloading one of my roommates commented on the woods in our back yard, said it would be fun to go explore. The native man looked at us and said “Don’t go into the woods, our ancestors protect these lands.” All of us being young and skeptical just kinda laughed off his warning.

Things went well for a few months, we had some peace and quiet up there, just the seven of us. One day one of my roommates said we should go check out the woods a little. We all agreed, thought it would be fun to just get off campus and enjoy ourselves for a bit. The seven of us went out into the woods, we were just running around throwing rocks and messing with each other.

The usual boys in the woods stuff. Well, one of the roommates thought it would be a good idea to throw a rock at another one of the roommates. The rock hit him in the head. He started bleeding and getting dizzy. So we decided to take him back to the apartment. He grabbed the rock that hit him and said “I am keeping this as a reminder.” We got him back to the apartment safe, got the nurse and get him checked out.

He got an all clear and was good to go, he put the rock on his dresser as a keepsake. That night we all went to bed. We start hearing footsteps upstairs, just pacing around the kitchen and living room. The next morning we all asked each other if we had heard the steps. All of us had heard them.

These footsteps went on for about a week, every night. Just pacing around upstairs. Then one night we heard the footsteps come down the stairs to the bedrooms. Again we all mentioned it in the morning.

That night, things changed. Instead of footsteps wandering around our living room, we started seeing doors open. Closets doors would slide open nothing inside. Bedroom doors would open themselves in the middle of the night. Later that week things would again, change for the worse. Not only did the doors keep opening on their own, now we would see shadow people roaming the halls. Standing at the feet of our beds. Peering into rooms from dark hallways.

All seven of us saw them, night after night. Finally we had a talk about what was going on. Trying to figure out why they were here all of a sudden. When one of the roommates basically yelled “IT ALL STARTED WHEN HE BROUGHT THAT DAMN ROCK INTO THE HOUSE!”

We all tried to recall the night it started, and realized he was right. We decided to see if taking the rock back to the woods would help at all. I had a native friend and had asked about our situation she told me to offer tobacco to the spirits as well. So the next day all seven of us wandered back into the woods.

With a pack of cigarettes and the rock. We placed the rock back as close to were we thought we had found it, and laid the cigarettes next to it. And apologized to the spirits. The ending to these event’s was just as surprising as the start of them. That night, nothing happened. All our doors remained closed. No shadow figures standing at the our feet. It all just ended, and they never came back as long as I was there.

We all went into that apartment as skeptics, we all left believers. I don’t know what we experienced in that apartment, but it left me with a firm respect for nature and traditions. Regardless of who’s they are. As well as a respect for the spirits that roam this world.