A Reddit thread asking users to share their creepiest experiences ever brought up numerous stories—some unusual and disturbing experiences, some right out of a horror or thriller movie. Here are five of the top stories.
1. ‘There’s so much blood’
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[I] lived in the Hollywood Hills and this happened in the early ’80’s.
Crazy knocking at my door at 9 p.m. I go to answer the door and there’s a lady there just hysterical, talking about “There’s so much blood…” She looks normal and is dressed in clean clothing, so we let her in. She tells a story about seeing someone get stabbed.
I call the police, and two uniformed LAPD officers arrive in 10 minutes. They take the lady away, and tell us that she was reported missing, has a mental condition and lives up the street.
All good. 30 minutes later, another knock at the door. Two different cops this time, responding to the call. They have no idea who the other two cops were! [They] take our information and statements, [and our] description of the officers and the lady as well. Radio conversations back and forth ensue, and they really don’t have any idea how any other cops could have picked her up, because they were given the call 40 minutes ago.
2. Call Out for Child Models?
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When I was 6 (28 years ago) my mom and dad took me and my younger sister to a MLB game, leaving my grandmother to babysit my youngest sister. When we got back my grandmother told my folks that two guys had come by the house with photography equipment and asked whether a young girl with red curly hair lived there, and that they had spotted her and that she would be a great child model for some advertising work they were doing.
When my grandmother said she wasn’t home they said they would come back another time.
My grandmother and mom didn’t think much about it, but my dad said “Something’s not right here,” and called the police. … Several FBI agents showed up and began conducting interviews with my grandmother and my parents while I ran around and showed the agents my matchbox police helicopter.
Turns out we had been targeted by a child theft ring; the photographers would take a bunch of photos and wait until the toddler threw a tantrum and the photographers would then ask the mother to go grab a toy to keep the child entertained. While the mother was out of the room, they would grab the child and bolt, leaving everything else behind.
The FBI told my folks that my sister had already been sold and would have been out of the country within 24 hours if they got her. We were advised to change preschools and other aspects of our daily routine.
It still gives me the chills to think about what could have happened to her. Needless to say, mom became pretty overprotective; it was a few years before she even trusted us with a babysitter.
3. Wait—If You’re Here, Who’s There?!
I had to take care of my mentally handicapped cousin a few years back. She could get around well enough, but due to severe arthritis in her knees and ankles, she had to be watched, helped into the bath, … [stuff] like that. I would go into her room in the morning, help her to her walker so she could [use the restroom], and make her breakfast.
One morning I heard the water running in the bathroom when I went to check in on her. I had to pass her room on the way to the bathroom. When I did, I saw that she was in her rocking chair in the corner, her blanket over her head, and she was rocking back and forth.
“Don’t leave the water on, you’re going to flood the place,” [I said]. I went into the bathroom to shut the faucet off, and my cousin was there washing her face.
I immediately ran back to the room, but it was just her blanket crumbled up in the rocking chair. My cousin wanted to know why I undid her bed. I didn’t stay … [too] long after that.”
4. A Heavy Thud
When I was 7 years old my mom gave birth to my little sister. Me and my dad went to visit her in the hospital to check out the new family member. As 7 year olds often do, I got bored, so my parents sent me to the kiosk right outside the main building to get an ice cream. As Iwas walking towards the kiosk i cut over the lawn as it was a shorter walk, suddenly I feel and hear a really heavy thud right behind me.
I turn around … [to] see the warped mangled body of a man in a hospital gown maybe 40–50 centimeters [15–20 inches] from where I was standing. The man had jumped off the hospital roof after receiving news he had terminal cancer.
My mom and a lot of the others in the birth ward even saw the guy flying past the windows. The guy basically just fell short of killing me with him. A group of doctors and psychiatrists asked me to get emergency therapy, but I insisted on getting my ice cream and … [going] home.
[To] this day I can still recall the thud of the body hitting the ground and his body lying the next to me, clear as crystal.
5. That’s Not Funny
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About two years ago I was in my room reading a book when I hear it. Soft as ever, two little girls giggling. Not just any giggle. It was the kind of giggling you hear in horror movies.
I immediately put down my book and listened. After about a minute of holding my breath I decided it must have come from outside. Then that night just as I’m about to drift off to sleep, I hear it again. Two little girls giggling. Now it was 2 a.m. and I was pretty … sure there weren’t two little girls outside my window at that time of night, so I began to freak out.
I sat up in my bed and waited for what felt like forever just listening. Then I hear it again. I jumped out of my bed and … [spent] the rest of the night in the guest room. By the next morning I was convinced my room was haunted.
For the next week I avoided my room and spent my nights in the guest room unbeknownst to my family. I was afraid to tell anyone for fear I was going crazy or they wouldn’t believe me. But every time I spent more than an hour in my room I would hear those two little girls giggle. By the end of the week I was a mess. I could barely sleep and was terrified of my room.
Then one morning my brother walks up to me and says, “You deaf or something?”
Obviously I was confused and after further questioning he tells me about this small device he had placed in my room. Apparently its like some sort of prank device that’s easily hidden and can make a variety of different noises. My brother, however, choose the creepy … little girls giggling sound. He wondered why I hadn’t heard it or said something about [it] all week.
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