"A few years back, I woke up in the middle of the night. We had a 2-month newborn sleeping in the room next door. I had a video monitor on my bedside table so that my wife and I could easily check on him.
So, I clicked the button that turns on the video image, and what I saw scared me like nothing ever before. My baby boy was gone.
Now, I know that instincts should have made me run right into the baby's room. Instead, I froze. I looked over, and my wife was sleeping next to me. Finally, I moved. But not to run into the other room, like I should have done. Instead, I turned up the volume on the baby monitor.
I heard another woman's voice singing a lullaby. I'm not kidding. Another woman was singing to my baby in a very soft, gentle and melodic voice. I don't remember what song it was, something like,' Go to sleep, little baby.'
Finally, my freeze broke. I jumped up, ran through the hallway and burst into my boy's room. He was sound asleep in his crib. No woman. No singing.
Turns out, the monitor was picking up my next-door neighbors' monitor. They had just bought the video monitor for their own newborn (on our recommendation). Nothing supernatural here, but I don't know if I've ever experienced something scarier."
"My creepy thing happened about a month or two after I moved to Lima. I was taking a taxi home from a friend's house around midnight. Now, independent taxis are unregulated there; anyone can slap a 'taxi' sign on their roof, and presto, they're a taxi.
My friend lives in a sketchy neighborhood, and I, having long blonde hair, am obviously a foreigner. I get in a 'taxi' that has checkers on the side, which is usually decently safe, and give my driver directions to my house. About two-thirds of the way there, he asks me to clarify where my house is. I do; then he abruptly turns the car at a 90-degree angle and parks it in the middle of the road, turns off the engine, and gets out. I ask him what's going on. I think he says something about the engine needing to cool, but I'm not quite fluent at that point so I'm still not 100 percent sure what he said. He opens the hood of the car, takes out his phone, and starts texting someone. I had a general idea of where we were, but I wasn't sure, and I really didn't like the idea of taking off down an empty street at night on my own, so I stayed with the car as well.
After maybe 30 seconds, he shuts the hood of his car, puts away his phone, and I get back in because I am an idiot. We continue to my house, which is where it got weirder. It's common in Lima to just tell the taxi driver which block of the street you want to get out at, because again - any random person can be a taxi driver. Not this guy, though. He kept asking me for my exact address, even when I told him it's literally the house on the corner.
I gave up arguing and told him the number of a big building a block away from my house, paid him, and pretended to walk up to that building until he drove away. I don't know if anything would have happened later if I'd given him my house number, but it creeped me out enough that I got my friend to pick taxis for me for the next few months."
"My friend and I were walking home together from a party, and I was under the influence while she was sober. The main street we normally used was blocked due to an accident, so we walked down a random dark residential street. Two guys walking in the opposite direction walked right past us.
A few steps later, I get the most intense gut feeling, and my friend and I turn to look at each other and then behind us at the same time. We see those two guys sprinting now in our direction. Never have I bolted that fast while being trashed in my entire life. We got to the end of the street and there were lights and a cop car. We looked back, and the guys had slowed and stopped. We also ran into two old friends from high school. Guardian angels man, thank god."
"In a well-known casino in Vegas, I was heading to the parking garage at 4 a.m. after a long night. Anyways, I head into the elevator to go to my floor, and there's a guy in the elevator with a hoodie and hat on. He stares me down, and I just get a weird feeling in my gut. He had the fifth floor already pushed, and I was parked on the third floor so I hit three. The elevator then arrives at the third floor, and I get off. I hear him get off behind me, and at that moment, I knew I was going to get robbed, so I just started sprinting.
He ran after me for about 20 seconds before giving up. Luckily I didn't have that much money on me at the time, but it was still scary."
"I am walking home from a 7-11 in San Diego when a guy parks across the street and starts walking behind me asking me incoherent questions. The guy slaps beer out of my hands, puts one arm under my right armpit and the other between my legs and gropes the lady zone and starts dragging me into bushes.
I'm awkward and shocked, so I start forcefully scolding him. 'Sir, no, no, sir, nooo.' Not loudly enough until I realize he's kidnapping me and likely for nefarious purposes. I yell louder 'NO!' Thankfully an off-duty cop was jogging and came running at the guy who dropped me, grabbed my purse, ran, then dropped it and kept running. They found him a few months later. I testified, and he went to prison. I think he's out as of last year.
I think my lack of reaction was mostly from shock. I honestly did not believe there was a threat at first. When my feet were dragged off the sidewalk and I felt that wet, slick grass under my toes, I figured - 'oh crap, he's going to kidnap and murder me, but I've already politely asked him to stop so I guess I'll have to scream.' Then it took everything in me to vocalize the scream because I didn't want to bother the neighborhood with this drama."
"I was 11 years old and living in the U.S. My parents and I lived in a nice house in a nice neighborhood. One day my dad noticed a lawn chair had been dragged from our back garden to my parents' window at the front of our house. The sealing of the window had almost completely been removed. Basically, someone had meticulously taken the time to take the sealing out of a window in order to pop it out. Turns out, the week prior a neighbor's house had been broken into, so we chalked it up to someone trying to steal our stuff.
Over the next month, things like this kept happening until eventually my mother was being driven so crazy by the idea of someone being this desperate and not getting caught that she ended up staying in the guest room near the front of the house with a golf club handy.
The night we caught the guy is still vivid. I was up watching late night cartoons when my dog started growling so low and deep I started to freak out. I'd never heard the dog make a sound so menacing before, and I instantly knew that something was wrong. Every hair on me stood up. He was staring straight ahead at my window. The blinds were drawn, but it was as if he could see someone right through them. Next thing I know, I hear my mom scream at the top of her lungs, 'CAUGHT YOU NOW!' As any smart 11-year-old would, I ran out of my room as quick as lightning to see my mother busting out the front door and chasing this guy down our suburban street with a golf club. But the guy was too quick and got away.
The police were called, and within 20 minutes, the guy was in the back of a police cruiser. My mom was called out to identify him, and as she confirmed he was the right guy, the officer who had entered his name into whatever system they used turned to his colleague and said 'Registered offender on parol.' I was old enough to know what that meant. The next day my mom did her research and found the guy's history. Turns out he was in jail for previously assaulting a 12-year-old girl.
The guy wasn't just trying to steal our possessions, he was a child abuser. She later spoke to a friend who lived three streets away from us; turns out she'd been given the piece of paper that said he had moved into their vicinity. The entire experience is still quite surreal to me. All those what-ifs hung around for a while, but we didn't let the bad vibes get to us too much because we knew the guy had been thrown back in jail.
I've since had a few similar things happen Once, a guy followed me home when I was 14 and hung around outside my front door until my mom turned up, so I can't say I've had great luck with creeps. But also glad they didn't get anywhere, so there's that!"
"When I was in my early 20s, I was fresh out of the closet and lived in the French Quarter. I started getting hangup calls from someone (presumably a hookup).
After a few months of sporadic calls, someone showed up outside of my window at 2 a.m. and started blasting a tape recording of me saying, 'Hello? Hello?' then drove off."
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"When I was 11 years old, my mother and I lived with her boyfriend (Rick) who I hated. He was occasionally physically abusive to me and was always intimidating.
Anyway, it got creepy one rainy Saturday morning. My mom was at work, so it was just Rick and me home. The phone rang at about 8 a.m., and I jumped out of bed and went to the kitchen to answer it. It was my little league coach calling to confirm that my baseball game had been rained out. I headed back toward my bedroom but had to pass Rick's bedroom to get there. As I did, there he stood completely naked.
Not wanting to chat with any grown naked man, I averted my gaze and tried to shoot into my bedroom. As I tried to shut the door, I felt something block it open. Rick had followed me to my room and stuck his foot out to keep me from shutting the door.
He stood right by me, towering over me and asked what the call was. I told him, but he just stood there, two feet away, naked and glaring at me for what was probably 30 seconds but felt more like five minutes. He said nothing but stared angrily at me. I was already terrified of him from some violence he had committed against me before, but this was different. This felt like a strange intimidation. Scary and creepy for a young boy.
He finally turned around and walked away. Nothing like that ever happened again, but I did later learn he had some strange issues with physical intimacy. I was left with the feeling that he was sizing me up in a creepy and unhealthy way. It has stuck with me almost 35 years."
"When I was 11 years old, I was at the beach. I realized a sketchy guy was following me around. Everywhere I went, he was about 20 feet away just kind of glaring at me. He was probably in his mid-30s, your average, bearded creeper from the early '90s.
I realized something was wrong when I got separated from the friend I was with and jumped into a little tide pool that had a 'rip' effect going. The guy jumped in on the other end and I was getting dragged toward him. I can still remember the dude's slow, deliberate frog stroke as he got closer and closer. I had a huge surge of adrenaline and managed to claw my way out of the water.
I took off running, screaming for my friend. It was a busy day at the beach, and I imagine a grown man sprinting after a kid would have raised eyebrows. I stuck like glue to my parents until we left. That guy probably would have made furniture out of my skin."
"When I was in the third grade, I remember getting called to the front office to be dismissed. I ALWAYS knew when I would be getting dismissed beforehand, so this caught me off-guard. Maybe my mom was going to surprise me with a day off? Maybe?
Anyway, I get about halfway to the office, and my teacher comes up behind me screaming at the top of her lungs to get back in the classroom, and grabbed my arm hard (which I understand now as an adult), and dragged me back into the classroom. I thought I was in trouble. She immediately slammed the door shut behind me and locked it, then flipped the lights off. I'm so confused.
The classroom phone was lying on her desk instead of being hung up on the wall. She whispers into the phone that I'm back in the room and on lockdown. Then an announcement over the school's intercom informs the entire school that they need to be on lockdown and that all students need to run back to the classrooms.
Long story short, some random guy tried to dismiss me from school to kidnap me. We don't know who he was or anything about him. My mother was called to dismiss me after being phoned about the incident. She had to show her license and walk all the way to the classroom to physically walk with me. Three days after this event (happened on a Friday), we had photo name tags for any non-student (aka an adult) who wanted to walk through the office doors. You had to give your license number, scan a copy of your license, take a current pic to be printed on a temp badge, then be cleared to enter the actual building by scanning the photo-ID temp badge.
It makes me sick to think about. I now have a 3-year-old daughter who I am nervous about sending to school in a few years. Fortunately, school security is more amped up than when I was in school back in the '90s."
"I used to have a crappy job at a casino that got me working some pretty weird hours. Some days I would work a normal 9-5, others I would go in at 6 p.m. and not leave until 2 or 3 a.m. Not a big deal, except by that time in the morning all the parking spaces around my apartment building would be taken, so I had to park a few blocks away and walk to get to my building. I would park, get my pepper spray and keys in hand, lock my car, and walk the block or two to my building. I never felt like was in any way unsafe until one night when I found a parking space across the street from my building that happened to be in front of a bar.
I pulled into the space and got my keys ready. I noticed a guy smoking in the doorway of the bar, about five cars down, but he was looking in the other direction and didn't seem to care that I was there. I got out of the car and was about halfway across the street before he noticed I was a girl and I heard him yell, 'Hi sweetie!' I ignored him, and that must have made him angry, because he started yelling slurs at me.
I started sprinting to my building when I heard the sound of him running up behind me. The building I lived in at the time had been built a long time ago, and everything was outdated, including the security system. After 10 p.m. the doors would lock automatically, and you would have to put a key in the lock and turn it for the doors to open, and it would take FOREVER. I finally got the door opened and had JUST shut it before he got there and was yanking on the handle and screaming at me. My skin was crawling for a few days after that.
I always imagined that I would be so calm and fight back and stand up for myself in a situation like that, should it ever arise. But when the time came, I was so freaked out that all I could do was run. My then boyfriend (now husband) made me promise that, if I ever felt unsafe again, that I was to call to wake him up no matter what time of the night it was, so that he could come outside to get me and we could walk in together.
I was definitely more cautious after that, never parked in front of that bar at night again, even though it was right across the street. I didn't have any issues after that, but it was actually the event that led me to start looking for other jobs. Found one two months later so I never had to worry about walking at night again. Thank god I work normal daytime hours now."
"A person was shot in the head three feet away from me in the spot I was standing not five seconds before in line.
I was skiing with a group of my friends, and I let a family take my spot in line because it would have fit the lift exactly at 10 people. We quickly swapped spots, and I turned around to my friends, putting my back to the father who now stood in my spot. Then he just dropped. No loud bang or anything, just a thud as the guy hit the snow with blood splattering all over my back. I see his face every day.
We later found out that there was a group of people hunting where they shouldn't have been, and that it must have been a stray bullet."
"Someone attempted to kidnap my friend in front of me. I was about 8 years old and walking home from the school bus stop in a scattered group with various neighborhood kids and parents. I was walking with my mom, and my friend had fallen a few feet behind us.
This beat-up brown car pulled up and stopped by my friend. I turned around just in time to see her shake her head 'no' and run toward my mom and me. The driver was a former employee her parents had just fired. He saw her walking, pulled up, and yelled 'get in.' He did all of this with multiple witnesses. I don't know what his long-term plan was, but at the least, he wanted to frighten her parents for firing him.
He was later arrested. My friend had to make a statement to the police, but I'm not sure what came of it. This was all well over 20 years ago."
"This happened in the mid-'60s. We lived on a dead-end gravel road without any street lights. It must have been summer because the front door was wide open with only the screen door closed. It was after dark, and the whole family was in the living room watching TV. The 'whole family' included both of my parents, my two siblings and me.
My attention was taken away from the TV show by the sound of a car slowly coming down the road and a woman inside screaming the most blood-curdling scream I have ever heard, before or since. We all jumped up from the floor and looked out the screen door in no time flat. The car had turned around and was parked facing down the road the way it had come in and no lights were on, inside or out. It was an older model car that was painted black or another dark color that I couldn't make out in the darkness.
The screaming just went on and on. My heart was pounding, and I couldn't catch my breath. Finally, my mother moved first and turned on the porch light. A moment later, the car started to slowly drive off back on down the road. The woman continued to scream as the car drove out of sight.
At this point, my mother shut off the front porch light, and everyone just went back to their places and sat down. No one said anything. No one did anything. I couldn't believe my parents weren't going to DO anything. No one ever spoke of it again. That's the creepiest thing about that night. Not the spooky car with the screaming woman, but my zombie parents with no reaction to a nightmare on their front drive."