We all know many scary stories, but are they truly that scary or do we overestimate them? Compare them to these stories and reconsider your opinion:
“Staying in a motel with my wife one night, she falls asleep really quickly but for me it takes a while to drift off to sleep. So I’m lying there in the dark for a while and I distinctly hear a voice coming from somewhere in the room quietly, though just above a whisper, say: “I think they’re asleep now.” – Immediate fright response; I bolt out of bed, turn on all the lights and start frantically searching the room; I look in the bathroom behind the shower curtain, under the bed… nothing. It’s a one room motel room, the door is bolted shut, there’s nobody else in the room. My wife is now freaked because of my actions.
What I experienced is called a Hypnagogic Hallucination; a not an uncommon experience during the initial stages of sleep. But if I had not known what that was I would have thought the room was haunted.”
“Somebody mailed my friend a bunch of pictures of his wife just going about her day. Some of them were taken through windows of their home.
Police were called and everything, but nothing ever came of it. They actually moved because of it.”
“My friend was visiting family in the states. They lived in a rural community of Maine and one morning she woke up before everyone else and decided to go for a run. After about thirty minutes she turned back and started noticing a van following a few blocks behind her. She thought it was strange so started turning down a few streets with the van following every move. She started sprinting and the van sped up too.
She ran to the first house she could find and started banging on the door. No answer. Hopped the fence and started banging on the back door. Dog in the house started barking at her but no one answered. She jumped into the empty pool in the backyard and hid while dialling 911. A car parked in front of the house and man started calling out to her offering her a ride home.
The dog in the house was now barking like crazy and the man left after about a minute. Police showed up and took her back to her family’s place. She gave a report and they identified the van from a nearby HVAC business. It had been stolen early that day and the same man was arrested in the next county at a gas station.”
“My friend came home from school one day to find that her house had been broken into. She decided to go inside, and look around whilst she called her mum. She was done looking at the second floor when she made for the stairs, her mum convinced her to go outside and wait for the police (who she had called). Later on, the police asked the family if they owned a crowbar, the said they didn’t. They then said it looks like the offender was still in the house when she got home, and they were waiting at the top of the stairs with a crowbar, which they stupidly left behind when they fled.”
“I was only 4 when this happened. Was playing outside with my siblings and neighbors and while they’re busy playing, a lady approached me and took me to her place in a nearby neighborhood. After a while, everybody was freaking out and they started looking for me everywhere. This lady was severely depressed, her husband left her after their son died. He couldn’t handle her depression apparently. She took me to her place, fed me and gave me tons of candy. For couple days. She also made me wear her deceased son’s pajamas. At some point, She took me to buy some candy from the store, the store owner knew her so he reported that to the police. She didn’t hurt me at all, the doctor even said I was well fed. I always think of her and pray she’s in a better place now, even tried to go visit her when I was a college student, her house was sold and she moved away apparently.”
“I was stalked by a forty-year-old man from the ages of ten till fourteen. My parents told me about it when I was thirteen. I was unaware but they were.
He had been following me to school, he had been mailing me things, taking pictures of me, and sending my parents threatening messages in all sorts of way.”
“This happened about three years ago or so. I was sitting in the kitchen, and it was around 10pm or so. I heard a really loud “thump” in the basement.
I live alone with two dogs so any sound is somewhat frightening to me.
So, as I’m walking down the stairs to the, basement, I hear the thumping again, in an oddly rhythmic pattern. I creak open the door into the basement bedroom, and I see my dog is just ramming his head and body into the wall, over and over.
I can’t explain to you how shockingly unnatural looking it was. It looked like… he was controlled or something. I called him over, and he stopped and came upstairs with me.
Theee hours later, I hear the thumping again. I get out of bed again, However, when I went down to check it, it was my OTHER dog that was ramming his head into the wall.
It was like he was possessed. Scared the cheese out of me.
Since then, nothing like that has happened, but what an unexplainable event.”
“When I was nineteen I was visiting my grandmother in Indiana. Unfortunately she ended up in the hospital so my mom and I took turns staying with her.
One morning I was sleeping at my grandmother’s house when I woke up to her front storm door slamming. I sat up and realized there was a chair next to me that wasn’t there the night before.
I got up and went to the front door. The main actual door was wide open and only the storm door was closed. A man was walking across the lawn, his back to me. Normal walking. For some reason I wasn’t afraid. I also wasn’t wearing my glasses so I kind of assumed this guy was a postal worker. I didn’t put the chair by the bed thing together until later, when the toilet seat slammed down and scared the crap out of me.
But why was the toilet seat up?”
Context: my mom’s college boyfriend became her stalker after she left his awful butt back in the mid-80s.
“Several years ago, just before the last Harry Potter movie came out, my mom and I were marathoning the other seven movies and at about 1am the phone rings. Normally we don’t answer, we figure if it’s important they’ll leave a message, but a call that late at night is probably urgent. Mom answers and almost immediately her face changes and she tells me, “Go wake up your father.” I’ve never seen my mom this scared, I run upstairs and get him. Back downstairs she’s still on the phone and I have no idea what’s going on. Dad has some words with the caller and we hug it out in the kitchen.
This is when I found out my mom had a stalker. Despite him being silent for years, and their whole breakup happening halfway across the country, he somehow found us. Said he’d driven by our house. Complimented the neighborhood. Freaks me out to this day, wondering how much he knows about us, and if I’ve ever talked to him unwittingly.”
“Friend was sleeping at home during summer when his housemates were away. He slept with the bedroom door open (which is horrifying enough) but woke up when he heard burglars walking up the stairs.
He didn’t do anything and just laid there terrified, and one of them closed the bedroom door. When they left he found a knife in the kitchen that didn’t belong to anyone in the house.”