Category: True Creepy People Stories

My Creepiest Gaming Experience

Hello I will be telling you my creepiest gaming story. Just like most people I have an X-box and play certain online games. I live in a really quiet suburban area so what I am about to tell you might be strange but trust me it’s 100% true.

This story starts with me playing some Call of Duty online. I was playing in the only room in my house that has a TV. As I started playing I invited my friends to the game and we played for about 30 minutes and everything was normal until somehow in the middle of our private game some stranger joined our game he had to  be like in his 30s and his gamer tag was something weird like paullll300 and he kept talking jibrish me and my friends started just texting because at that time we were talking hanging out and we didn’t want him to get our address.

I Knew a School Shooter

So let me start this off with a bit of context I am a student of Hug High School in Reno Nevada. I am a freshman and at this time have grown to know about what happens at this school.

The area I live in is very ghetto and race oriented, I am of German decent and am very light skinned. The people at my school are mostly colored and kids such as myself are seen… Differently. Now a lot of false things are being spread and I want you all to heed my every work of what happened whole heartily, this is from the perspective of a student, not of the media or the county. Now let me start from the beginning of the events.

Summer Camp Creeper

When I was twelve, I attended summer camp in Rehoboth. I would go there for about two weeks in July and most of the time, I was having a lot of fun with a good chunk of the activities, especially Archery. Despite this, there was one activity that I didn’t do very often. That activity was none other than cooking. It wasn’t because I was a bad cook or afraid of burning myself or anything. It was actually due to a more… unnerving reason. It all began during my first day of camp. I hadn’t been there in a long time so I was eager to try some of the activities that were open that day. One of these activities was cooking.

At this activity, there were two counselors. One was a younger female and the other an older male. I decided to go over to the female counselor since a couple of other kids told me to go there. We all sat around a counter as we learned to make s’mores. It was a rather easy thing to make so most of us, save for a couple of kids who accidentally dropped their marshmallows on the ground, didn’t have a lot of trouble making it. After that, I decided to come back a couple more times during the week since I enjoyed the activity. However, when I came back to the activity the second time in the week, the female counselor started giving me a lot more attention than usual and even started rubbing my shoulders. At this point, my blood ran cold and I stood there without moving an inch. She did this for about a few seconds until the older counselor called her out on it. She thankfully backed off and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Beneath the Lake and Behind the Truth

My mom and whole family has always bought and sold items on Craigslist for as long as I can remember. Since I was little, I always found that the whole dealing with a stranger on the middle of nowhere deal was the unsafest thing you could do but, free stuff right?

This story proved me wrong. A few years back, My family was in search of a bed frame for cheap. With little to no luck, my mom began to search craigslist and found one. It seemed to be in decent condition so she messaged the seller. He seemed off even by his messages. He wanted to meet at his home in the middle of nowhere. My mother felt unsafe. In her gut feeling she knew she could not meet up with this man.  She declined his offer even though we went down on the price to coax her into coming.

Fishing with a serial killer

This story didn’t happen to me, it happened to my father when he was in high school in the late 70’s. He was, and still is, an avid fisher, hunter, hiker, etc. At the time this took place, he was ice fishing with a few close friends at a lake in southern Wisconsin. Every time he recounts this story to me, he get this look of disgust on his face, less like he remembers the fear, and more like he’s ready throw up at the thought it. The rest will be from his perspective.

We were out on the lake, it was cold. A few of the guys just walked back to the car to get some things, and it was just me Bruno. We were minding our own business when this older man walked out of the woods. He was sort of chubby, and big, and he had a creepy smile. We didn’t think anything of it, we were raised to be polite, so we struck up a conversation.

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