My creepy concert experience

About two years ago, while I was attending university in Virginia, my roommate and I got tickets to go see Skillet in Richmond, 2 hours from campus.

The concert was on a Sunday night, so after the amazing time that left our voices so hoarse we sounded like the chipmunks, we had to start the 2 hour drive back to campus. Mind you, this was during the height of those killer clown psychos, and we had been warned there were a few spotted in Richmond during the time we’d be there, but we didnt care.

It was skillet, the tickets were $30, and it was skillet.

The concert had let out a little after midnight, the streets were deserted, foggy, and we had to walk 4 blocks to the garage where my car was parked.

Now, both of us are female and relatively short, with her being on the slimmer side and me a bit thicker. But we both know how to defend ourselves and I carry a knife with me, so we weren’t too concerned about making the walk to the car in silent hill territory.

As we get half way to the garage we notice all of the other groups that were walking around us were gone, already at their cars.

We then start joking about the street lights flickering, my roommate said they were flickering because the void where my soul should have been (I’m a ginger) needed to feed on the light.

It’s then that I notice someone up ahead under one of the flickering lights. I elbow my roommate and gesture at the person and we cross the street.

Just because we know how to protect ourselves didnt mean we were gonna walk into such a situation.

So we keep walking, and I keep my eye on the person while pulling my keys out of my pocket to hold in one hand.

Then, they start walking towards us. Not down their sidewalk, not over and down to us, but full on straight line diagonally across the road towards us so there was no mistake they had their sights on us.

We can see the garage and I tell my roommate to pick up the pace and hop the little metal barricades that were dividing the sidewalk from the garage.

The person starts running at us and I can finally make out through the fog that they have an afro,and weird loose clothing. We start running.

Once we reach the portion where the garage is open along the sidewalk except for the guard rail to prevent cars from cutting across the sidewalk we jump it and run for my car which was naturally the only one there. We could hear the persons shoes echo as they entered the garage.

I held up my keys and unlocked my car, my roommate telling at me to run faster.

Somehow we made it to my car, somehow I didnt drop my keys like some cliche, somehow we got into my car and had the doors locked as this fucking crazy clown slams into the passenger side door. I backed out of my spot in record time and hauled ass to the entrance where I was able to pay and raise the little barricade before clown asshat caught up.

As we drove away we saw him walk into the middle of the road and stare after my car before the fog hid him from view. We freaked out for the first hour and then my roommate fell asleep. I was checking my mirrors every 2 minutes.

I really hope he didnt see my university sticker on my back window.

Dead Doppelganger

Okay so might not be scary per-say but I thought it was bizarre and kind of creepy. It was probably just a very odd coincidence, but let me tell you it was one hell of a coincidence. So I should probably start with a little background.

I didn’t start going to concerts until in college which is really weird because I’ve always been obsessed with music.

I love all genres and really don’t have any bands that I outright hate. But then again back in high school I was very bad around crowds.

Anyways, I’ve been to so many concerts that I’ve lost track of the number.

Most of them were metal concerts and nothing strange has every really happened, the most I ever expected was to get a black eye from a mosh pit or something. Which is saying something being as I attended a Black Metal concert on Friday the 13th. If there was any concert I thought would have been cursed or something,

it would have been that one. But enough backstory.

My story takes place in the summer, I think it was June. For the sake of privacy, I won’t mention the festival name being as it has my town’s name and I’m kinda paranoid like that. But it was an open air event.

At this venue there were two stages; the main stage for the well-known bands and the second stage for the lesser known. The main stage had a large pit for general admission and was surrounded by bleachers that were stories high.

On the stage itself were two screens on either side so the people in the back and in the bleachers could see.

These are two crucial details. Usually I got to concerts with my dad since I am a very short girl and my dad is much bigger, he usually handles the crowd for me.

This time I went with my younger sister.

Now this was a three-day festival, so my sister and I were planning for a pretty kickass few days full of nothing but headbanging and cheering. The first half of the day was very normal, I saw one of the openers, I forget which band it was, and tried crowd surfing for the first time—this was at the second stage.

After that my sister and I decided to go see the main bands and we managed to worm our way up to the front, again, we’re very small so this was pretty easy.

I knew most of the bands that played throughout the day. The highlight of my day being when the drummer of Hollywood Undead tossed his drumstick into the crowd and I caught it.

This is around the time when things took a turn for the weird, and I didn’t even know it. In between sets, on those two screens I mentioned earlier, the hosts of the venue displayed people’s Instagram pictures and tweets about their experiences.

My sister taps me on the shoulder, laughing, and says, “hey that guy kinda looks like you.” I look at the screen and there’s this dude who has the same haircut and dye job as me. He was also around the same height. Basically, this guy is how I would look if I were a man.

Throughout the day I was mistaken for this guy on various occasions.

Anyways, night rolls around and I’m having the time of my life. Everything remained very normal. Rammstein is playing and they have their usual fire show going on.

My sister and I decide to leave a bit early though so we could beat the traffic and wake up on time for day two. Again, nothing out of the ordinary.

We get back to the hotel, watch a scary movie, and go to bed. The next day we find out via word of the mouth that someone died the night before, after we left.

I don’t know exactly what happened—maybe the guy was drunk, maybe the crowd got too wild and he was pushed—whatever the situation was, a guy had fallen off of one of the uppermost bleachers.

I didn’t think anything of it until I saw a picture of male me on the article about the incident. The rest of the festival went as every other concert I’ve ever been to did. But it set a weird mood for the rest of the festival, knowing that someone who looked so much like me died at a concert I was attending.

It also kind of made me wonder what would have happened if I stayed for the whole show.

The man at The M.C.R.’s concert.

Hello Darkness, I’m big fan of the show on Youtube. I love scary stories.

So, I heard you looking for Creepy Concert stories. Well, my story might not be creepy. But it did give me a chill. I’m 26 years old and female. This happen when I was about 13 or 14 I want to say. I am a rocker and my mother was taking me to see my favorite rock band My Chemical Romance aka M.C.R..

My friend went with me. I got her loving the band as much as I did. This was in Charlotte, North Carolina, I’m from South Carolina. I can’t remember the name of the place.

I’m bad with names. Haha. Anyways my friend and I was on the floor. My mother was there but she hang back at the doors. Letting the two teen girls have their fun.

Well, looking around I can see a lot of emos, punks, and some Gothic people.

Something you would see at a show for M.C.R..The show started as the band came out on stage, the lights turn off, and the only lights was on, was from the stage.

I was cheering the band on but I felt like someone was watching me. I look to my left, where the feeling was coming from, and there was a man watching me. He was like 40 feet away from me. Our eyes met, he looked shocked like I startle him, and he looked so out of place there. He look like he was in his late 30s,

He was wearing a black jacket, with a white shirt under it, and black pants from what I could see.

I guess he had black or brown hair.

I couldn’t really tell with the lights being off. He had dark brown eyes. I could see that. Well, I look away trying to not make more eye contact that I already did. I am one who don’t like being around a lot of people. It makes me nervous and uncomfortable. Big time if I’m getting look at.

I can still feel his eyes on me.

But I try to act like he wasn’t there. Well the Singer Gerard from M.C.R. told us to jump. So I laugh enjoying Gerard’s silliness, jumping with him as he was jumping on stage, and everyone else on the floor was jumping also. After I stop, my friend poke my right shoulder, I look at her, and she pointed to the left of me.

I make a confuse look at her, I looked to my left again, and the man is now next to me. He was holding something in his hand, looking at me, moving his hand over to me, and He hand it over to me. As I slowly took it, I notice that it was my phone.

I guess it fell off my belt when I was jumping.

But when I look up to thank the man. He was gone, Like I look around, in front of me, behind me, and He was no where to be seen. It’s like he disappear.

I didn’t even feel his eyes on me anymore.

I look at my friend and yell at her because of the music was loud ” Did you see where that Man went?”. She shook her head no as she look around too.

But She didn’t see him too.

I don’t remember if I told my mom about the man. I kind of think I ran into a ghost Or maybe he was a dad and his kid wanted to leave. I don’t know. Well I hope you and the other fans enjoy my story.

Like I said it’s not to creepy but it’s a chill.

Darkness at the concert

(Forward) this part isn’t part of the story, i submitted this story yesterday but accidentally left out a very important detail. In this version that is fixed so if you decide to use it in a video use this version. Now onto the actual story

I AM NOT RACIST. I know that is an odd way to begin a story but i swear it’s true, i feel like i have to say that after what happened. Oh yea, and this narrative is a little. Graphic. It all happened at a concert. The concert was being held to celebrate a new museum that celebrates black history. I was thinking, “wow dude that’s pretty friggin cool” then i looked at the list of artists. Now i live in a small tow that borders a larger, still smallish town. This larger town is Montgomery Alabama, where Martin Luther king jr. did all those marches and protests, like the famous bus boycott. Back to the list of performers, the bigger names were Usher, Dave Matthews, and the roots from the tonight show. Stevie wonder even showed up as a surprise guest at the end which was neat from what my friend had told me.

We had never had this many famous people in my town at the same time… ever. So i was absolutely going. We got to the grassy, outdoor amphitheater right as the sun was going down and set up our chairs. Nice spot, right in the front the chair area that was right behind the standing area. And hourish later some AMAZING gospel singers started singing and the show was on. The first few performances were great. And in between each one they played a short video about the dark history of slavery and a practice called, razing i think? I wasn’t really paying attention to those, growing up near where so much of the civil right movement took place you end up hearing most of this stuff 100 times over.

Right before the roots start up there act, the video preceding it starts talking about how there is a memorial to these razing victims in the new museum. Just to clear things up, razing was a practice where people would single out African Americans and torture or even kill them just for being black. And right then is when something catches my eye. It’s a picture of an old white man, probably in his mid 50s, identifying him as a prominent attacker and razer of African Americans a long time ago, along with a few other dudes. I recognized this man. There was a large picture of him in my grandma’s house and when i had asked before she identified him as her grandfather. I had no idea i actually had racist ancestry but there was no denying it.

I quickly looked down at the ground in shock then slowly back up to the stage. As my eyes crept up to the stage i notice a man, whose body and head were looking straight at me, his eyes were almost impossibly wide and the whites contrasted heavily with his dark skin. He was wearing what what i assumed at first to be a cosplay of an oppressed black man from the 30s but after a second of him staring at me my mind started drifting to darker places. Did i mention that there wasn’t a single light on him and i could see him just fine? He wasn’t glowing but i could just… see him. The crowd had seemed to unknowingly parted to give me a direct line of sight to this man.

I looked over to my friend who had been sitting next to me this whole time and nudged him so he could see the creepy guy but he just kept on looking forward and smiling like i wasn’t even there, i then looked forward to notice that the roots had begun playing, but i couldn’t hear them, all i could hear was a high pitch static sound. I also notice that the man from before was half the distance he was before, and now had another African American friend with him dressed in similar clothes. Both staring wide eyed at me.

This actually made me jump so hard i fell backwards in my fold up camping chair. Before i could even get up i heard a deep ghastly voice say, “i didn’t even do nuffin to all y’all folk”, then another voice say “yous dun hurt us for no reason”. I didn’t even worry about to setting up my chair, i was immediately back on my feet and face to face with three disfigured African Americans. If you have a weak stomach this is where you should cover your ears. The man to my left had strips and chunks of skin hanging bloody off of his face, i could even see a little white that i assumed was bone. The man in the middle… had half of his face charred off. On the other half had bubbles and bloody boils all over it. His body and clothes were also badly burned. On my left was a woman, with an obviously broken neck. There was a noose around her neck that had a long rope that coiled up neatly at her feet. Her broken spine was pushing against the skin of her neck not quite able to escape, not for lack of trying though.

I was frozen in place, not ever having experienced something this evil in my entire life i was almost unaware that i was still at a concert. Then the woman on the left wheezed out the word, “wwhhhyyyyyyyy” that was it. I turned and bolted. I still couldn’t hear the rest of the concert sounds, and no one around seemed to notice me or the three, people, that had confronted me. As i sprinted past the oblivious concert goers. Something on the rooftops of the buildings behind the amphitheater caught my gaze. It was more of them. Hundreds. A thousand? WHAT HAD MY GRANDFATHER DONE!?

I saw a porta potty and locked myself in it. I could immediately she shadows surround the outside of the thin walls. They didn’t push, they didn’t scratch they stood there. I began to cry. Ive never felt so defenseless in my entire life.

Thirty seconds later i hear a loud knock. “Hey anybody in there?” After the shock wore off i shakily answered, “uh, yea”. The man side said my name followed by an “is that you?” I suddenly realized it was my friend that i had come with and walked out to greet him trying not to show how shaken up i was. He said that the concert had been over for thirty mins and he had been looking for me. He continued on that he hadn’t seen me at all for the last hour and a half of the concert. I had been in there for TWO HOURS? I only remembered less than a minute! He saw the surprised on my face and ask where i had been with a quizzical look. I just said i had moved up into the standing section and got stuck on the toilet after our earlier meal had not agreed with me. I don’t think he bought it but he didn’t push any further.

I haven’t seen those people again and i can only guess that they were tortured souls. I feel terrible for them. And terrified of them. And Especially after seeing what some African Americans have been through, i and confidently say, without and shred of doubt, and with every fiber of my being,
I
am
not
racist.