At the time of this story, I was about 22 years old. I was living in the Tampa Bay area of Florida, in the city. I lived with my best friend and we spent all of our time cruising up and down the main road, US 19. Anyone from Florida will know the road. In our area, it was about an 8 lane road lined on both sides with commercial buildings. It was a nice straight road, with a ton of exits, and overpasses. It was made for cruising.
We would listen to music, chain smoke cigarettes, talk, and drive for hours, usually late at night. It was our version of having fun, instead of partying like most people our age. Gas was cheap then and it felt free and happy.
One night, (well, knowing us, probably closer to early morning than night), we were heading home. We exited the main road onto a frontage road. There was a red light, just before the left turn that lead underneath the overpass. We, obviously, stopped at the light. As we did, we see two men spill out into the middle of the road from the underpass. They’re young and they’re fist fighting, pretty viciously by the looks of it. One guy ends up on the ground, not really moving much, while the other continues hitting him. We were freaked out, and briefly considered trying to help. We both had a creeped out feeling, though and we pretty quickly decide we’re absolutely not stopping. Plus, what are two girls in their 20’s gonna be able to do to help anyway?
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Hello im a 29 year old female and this
Encounter happend to me in my teenage
Years i was 15 going on 16 at the time also
Completely sober. I was with my mother.
I was born and raised in sanfrancisco
So of course this is the city it took place in
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I’ve been married to my husband Bruce for four years and we are Best friends, we have always gotten along with each other and rarely ever fought. We have two kids, one girl named Lauren who is 14 and another girl named Valerie who is 10 years old. We’ve been in the same house for 3 1/2 years and never thought about moving. I got home one day with great news, I’ve had the same job for 10 years and just got a promotion. My husband was still at work so I waited for Lauren and Valerie to come home since school just ended. I told Lauren first because it would be easier for her to understand than Valerie. “That’s great news mom!” Lauren cheered.
“I know, took them long enough to see my full potential.” I laughed and walked into the kitchen until my last step almost went through the door. “What the?” The floorboard was breaking. “Lauren, can you please come over here?”
“Yeah what’s up?”
“Can you get the hammer please?”
Lauren handed the hammer to me and watched me pry open the floorboard. It was opening up until this waft of terrible odor came up. It was so gross and Lauren was coughing. “Mom! eww, gross what is that?!”
“I don’t know! Go get the flashlight, there’s probably a couple dead animals down here.”
I grabbed the flashlight from her and looked through a small hole in the floor. I couldn’t see anything except bags so I called an exterminator to come, luckily for us, he came over right away. He opened up the floor a lot more and I saw the most disturbing thing ever. Those bags were actually body bags. The exterminator was horrified and that’s when he asked what my husband’s name was.
“Are you serious? My husband is not capable of this!” But I told him his name anyway and he took this information to the police for me. My husband came home after the exterminator and I took out the bodies and hid the smell with a lot of fabreez. The police contacted me two days later and told me that my husband was a serial killer back 4 years ago and is still occasionally doing so, they also said they’re coming over right now to arrest him. I thanked the police and hung up. Scared, I turned around to see my husband in the doorway standing there, not saying a word. We stood there staring at each other until he darted at me. I picked up the mini lamp on the desk, hit him and ran to Lauren and Valerie. I locked all of us into Laurens room away from Bruce. We called the cops to see if they left, then waited. The police will be here in 2 minutes. With Valerie asking all these questions and Lauren crying I got even more scared and started to cry too. I heard a banging sound in the house and Valerie screamed. Then I heard the police sirens go out. My anxiety was kicking in and I started to get a panic attack. There were bangings on the door with someone yelling. “It’s okay we got him!” I slowly walked to the door and opened it. The police breathing hard and had a scared expression on his face. “You didn’t get him.. did you?” I loved him with all my heart but I knew I was going to leave him anyway after everything he did. “No ma’am I’m sorry he took off. We went into the police car to talk to some people so they could get a better understanding. I still wonder till this day Is how did I not figure out sooner that he’s a serial killer.
- On one night i was on my way home from work at around [11:30]. At the time i didn’t have a house so i would sleep in my truck parked in my friends driveway .
To have an aware of the place my friend lived in a steep hill in East L.A. known as City Terrace . It was around [12:30] when i arrived to my truck . Being tired i quickly went in my truck and started taking off my work boots . As i was taking off my boots i realized a big bright shadow coming down the hill i looked up and seen a women in all white with no legs floating down the hill .
As soon as i seen it it gave me chills and afriad it had spotted me . I grabbed my phone and went to the camera to try and capture a picture . while I grabbed my phone and went to the camera the women literally turned to the direction of my door and passed right next to the door .
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This story took place in Brazil, long fifteen years ago, but it still gives me chills to this day, even though it didn’t happen to me.
I have an uncle who works as a truck driver delivering tires for a company. Between many crazy stories that happened to him between comings and goings, this one is the creepiest that he’s ever told me.
He says it was a Friday noon, he had only a few tires to deliver in a distant city and had just stopped at a gas station to have lunch -or at least eat something to get him through the long road ahead- in the convenience store.
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My name is Hussain. I am a Muslim from Maldives. I was with a classmate with whom I used to hang out back then. It was year 2009. I was 16+ years old. The previous year I just finished my school life. This paranormal activity happened to me while I was with this friend of mine.
One day he called me and told me that his mother told him to get a plant to make a medicine which is used here for body pain. It was almost 5:30pm. So we wanted to finish that as soon as possible so that we can hang out before it gets too dark. The capital city of Maldives is Male’ where we don’t see much trees. Especially plants which we uses for this kind of purpose. The only place we can find these stuff easily is the graveyard. So we went to Aasahara (Main graveyard) to find it. At the time we reached there it was prayer time. It must be round 6:15pm. So first of all we performed our Salah (prayer). After performing our Salah we asked the person who is in charge of the security of that place whether they have that particular plant. He just told us t check ourselves. So we started looking for it. Luckily there was one of it there but it was growing on top of a grave. It is said by our prophet that after the evening prayer Jinns (Paranormal being) will spread around so since our childhood my mom always told me not to go out or take children out of the house.
We wanted to be done with it so we decided to take it out and go. This plant was not more than 2 feet high so we knew the root won’t be deep done. So I started to dig around the plant while my friend was holding a bag to put it.
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I am a 27 year old female but this took place is 2010 when I was 20 years old and a sophomore in college. I grew up in western New York and also went to school in the same city that I grew up in. At this time, I was starting a 6 month internship for my degree program. This internship basically required us to track our walks around town, observe our surroundings, work on our communication skills. It wasn’t particularly difficult but it had challenges.
At this time, my on-and-off again college boyfriend Bobby and I were broken up. This internship required us to work a large group of people that rotated, so that we had to work with everyone in this program at least once. I am usually a friendly person and will chit chat or make conversation with someone if they initiate with me. This was only a few weeks into this program and I was assigned to work with a bunch of guys that I really didn’t know or recognize from any of my classes. In this degree program, it is generally a male dominated field, so the ratio of men to women is at least 5 to 1.
My group got our gear ready and began our walk. Almost immediately, one of the guys approached started talking to me. At this time, I realized how tall he was. I am of average height – about 5’6″ tall. He had to have been 6’6″ or 6’7″, easily. He was pleasant enough and I myself was always taught to be polite, engaged in chit chat because I had a long day ahead and it helped passed the time.
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When I was a kid we lived in a city. I was around 8 years old when this incident occurred. I’m female. Probably not relevant but I was tall for my age and had blonde curly hair.
I was outside goofing around alone when I saw this tall, athletic, tanned, blond young man with tiny running shorts (it was the 80s) and he was shirtless. This was normal to me as we were mere blocks from a popular beach. He approached me and asked me a question I thought was absolutely idiotic “Can you tell me how to get to the beach?” “Uhh, go down this street, turn left and go straight down.” Or something like that. He didn’t seem to understand my directions and began chatting with me. I thought he was a total moron; I could find the beach with my eyes closed.
There is a gap in my memory between this point and what happened later. I don’t know how he managed to take me where he did, either. My next memory is being in an underground apartment parking garage with him. Him still chatting, me feeling uneasy. Then he pulled his penis out of the leg of his shorts and began masturbating. Some part of my brain shouted at me to run so I did. I ran like hell all the way home and told my mother who called the police. They never found the pervert. My mom told me years later they were going to beat the shit out of the sicko.
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Hi my story takes place in a cemetery that’s about a 5-10 min drive from my house depending on traffic. Woodland cemetery is a beautiful cemetery, during the day that is.
But this takes place at night my boyfriend and I went in there at night walking around for a bit checking out some of the grave stones and a little boy came up to me and he was soaking wet. I had no clue why he was soaking wet for there is no water close to where we were. My boyfriend didn’t even see him only I did. Then all of sudden the little boy vainshed in front of me we walked a few feet away from where I saw him and I say a dog running up to me barking and growling at me ( again boyfriend didn’t see or hear the dog only I did again). I said out loud “ ok doggie I’m not gonna hurt you.”
The creepy part was, my boyfriend and I walked a bit further and found a grave stone shaped like a little boy and his dog not even 50 or so feet from where I had seen the little boy and his dog
I had just gotten broken up with back in March. He broke up with me while I was at work through A TEXT because apparently he wasn’t attracted to me anymore, even though I had been a bigger girl the entire relationship, and until then, I had no idea it was an issue to him. There were other reasons, but I’m not going to bore you with those. Needless to say, I got real depressed real fast because I never expected him to do me this way and because I planned on marrying him. At the same time, I was also dealing with some financial and family problems. I tell you this just to give you an idea of my mental sate and vulnerability at this time.
About two months after we had been broken up, I decided to go seek professional help. Everything was piling up on me and it was beginning to be too much. I was becoming someone I didn’t recgonize and I didn’t like it.
Three weeks later, I was on my 3rd therapy appointment. I checked in and sat in the waiting room, looking mindlessly through my phone, waiting for my name to be called. I just wanted to get it over with since I just got off work that morning and wanted to go home and get some sleep.
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