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Story 1: Message Sent

Submitted by: AlexTnine12

This story takes place in MD📍, 2017.I was about 23 at the time. Me, my brother, and a few of our high school buddies wanted to go camping. We hadn't been camping in forever and it was summer break, so it was perfect timing. We drove about 3 hours to a random spot near SWALLOW FALLS. We had heard good things about the campgrounds there and it was relatively close.We got there, got set up and started up our shenanigans for the evening. Around 11:30pm, we were all getting pretty tired so we decided to call it and head to bed. Well, one of my friends noticed his phone was missing. Now, this phone didn't have tracking on it (ironically this was his old phone since he dropped his new iPhone in a lake, just 3 days before this trip), so we couldn't see where it was. We spent probably an hour looking for his phone. I also wanna add that when his phone went missing, we were all down by the fire, and his phone was up a ways by our tents and picnic tables. Then all of a sudden, my phone, my brothers phone, and two of our other friends phones - go off. like we all got a text at the same time. It was so f***ing weird. None of us even looked at our phones, we just looked at each other, cuz we all thought the same thing. But we look, and it's a text.Sent from the missing phone.And all it says is, "I SEE YOU". We never figured out who it was. And we never found the phone.We did end up thinking this was one probably of our friends playing a prank on us.. and only for one reason. How did they know who to send all 4 texts to?But then again nobody else knew where we were or what we were doing. None of us told anyone where we went besides our parents. But they didn't know the exact location either...

Story 2: My Stalker

Submitted by: Anonymous

It was early March 2022, and I had just celebrated my 18th birthday. I was living in COLORADO 📍 at the time, where this story unfolds. Since then, I've had to relocate due to safety concerns, and I prefer to remain anonymous for that reason.
I had a close-knit group of friends—two guys and three girls. One of the guys had a crush on me, but I didn’t feel the same way. I thought he was attractive, but our long-standing friendship made it hard to see him as anything more.
One Friday night, we threw a little party, and everyone, myself included, indulged a bit too much. However, I wasn’t too inebriated that I couldn’t recall the events of that night or the weeks that followed.
During the party, that same guy attempted to make a move on me. I tried to gently let him down, explaining that I wasn’t really interested. Instead of responding, he just stared at me, almost as if he were looking right through me. I called his name several times, but he remained silent.
When I decided to leave, his gaze followed me all the way to the door. I’ve never grabbed my things so quickly; I needed to escape, regardless of my state of mind.
Once I got home, I texted my girlfriends to check if he had left after me, and he had. My mom stayed up with me that night, keeping an eye out to see if he would show up, knowing he was aware of where I lived. He had my number, but he never reached out.
About two weeks later, as I was walking to my car after closing time, I was with a larger group of people, as we always made sure not to leave alone. Suddenly he PULLS UP IN HIS CAR - RIGHT NEXT TO ME!
Initially, he keeps his window up, not saying a word. He doesn’t even blink. For a tense thirty seconds, we just lock eyes, and fear grips me because I can’t predict his next move. I know he’s focused on me while everyone else is at their own cars.
In an instant, he starts to unbuckle his seatbelt, and I quickly jump into my car. I have mere seconds before he reaches my door.
I sped away and called my mom as I drove home.
She took action, filing a harassment complaint and seeking a restraining order.
We ended up moving, and I spent a long time changing my accounts, phone numbers, everything.
I haven’t seen or heard from him since, and I sincerely hope I never do.

Story 3: tHE GARBAGE BAG

Submitted by: OrangeGlacier

GEORGIA, USA 📍I have recounted this story on numerous occasions, yet I have never shared it publicly.
In 2017, I was doing some house cleaning for a co-worker who was sick - I had never been to her house before, as we weren't super close, but she had just gotten out of the hospital and I felt bad because nobody else was helping her. Her husband was away for work and I guess it must have been super important.I got to her house and she walked me through everything she needed done and I got to work. I cleaned two bathrooms, did some laundry, took the trash out, and her last request was that I carry some boxes into the garage -as they were in the way since she was in a wheelchair. I carry the boxes in and I'm immediately smacked in the face by an AWFUL smell. The ONLY way I can describe it is it smelled like something was dead. Or like rotten meat. I nearly threw up. I had to breath through my mouth and just go as fast as i can to get out. i go to place the first two boxes on the shelf - But I'm so distraught by what I'm seeing, that i drop them both.
Behind the shelf in their garage is a white garbage bag and there is DEFINITLEY what looks like blood on the inside of it. I stopped and stared at that bag for what felt like a century. For so long i stood there, frozen. So long that she wheeled to the door of the garage and asked me if i was ok.
And all i could do was point. and i asked her what it was.
She told me it was a dead deer that her husband cleaned.
And I know you guys will probably say I'm under-reacting. but.. i was relieved when she said something other than "a dead person...like you!" and she leaps from her f***ing chair.
For a second I was sure I was never leaving that house.But i did.
And god I pray that was really a deer.

Story 4: Operation scream & run

Submitted by: Anonymous

My story takes place in Northern CA, USA 📍
This was around 2021 and I had just finished up my latest project at work so I knew I had some downtime coming up. My wife and I planned a trip and needed a hotel to stay at for the weekend.
We got to the hotel that we initially wanted to stay at but it was a surprise to us when they said that this was a tourist time and that many hotels were booked up.
We spent the next 2 hours driving around and calling around to a hotel that had a room.
There were two.
And we chose the wrong one.
We get to this shitty MOTEL, and immediately we already wanna go home. And we planned on doing that the next morning. The plan was to just sleep for the night and head back in the morning. We for one didn't wanna stay in this motel and two, we didn't know about the crazy tourist season parties going on all around us.
We get in our room. We start to relax a little bit. and then there's a knock on our door. I look through the peephole but to my surprise, there's nobody there.
And I'm not one to just open a door. I carry, by the way.
It a split second, from thinking its just room service or front desk, our hearts drop when there's nobody on the other side of the door.
We stood still and quiet for at least 3 minutes before i asked if anyone was there.
We calmed down and thought ok maybe it was someone who knocked on the wrong door and realized it right away. Sometimes people forget their keys.
But after were settled in bed, there's ANOTHER knock on our door. Now I'm pissed off. I grab my gun. and i look through the peephole. NOBODY. I call front desk and i complain to them about the situation. They assure me they'll have someone on standby outside to see what's going on.
About 30-45 min later. ANOTHER KNOCK. Nobody. Now I'm FUMING. My wife is scared shitless. she cant sleep. this isn't scaring me anymore. it's just giving me a reason - if you catch my drift.
I told my wife i said this has to be someone trying to rob us. They want me to open this door so they can ambush me.
We couldn't stay here anymore and the motel wasn't doing a damn thing to help us. Front desk would no longer answer any of our calls.
i made my car alarm go off and we bolted out of our room.
My wife SCREAMING the entire time. which honestly might have attracted more eyes so i guess looking back it was a good thing.
We still talk about it to this day. and thankfully, it's all laughs now.

Story 5: Evil Exists

Submitted by: Anonymous

For those of you who don’t believe in ghosts, I envy you.
I was 13 years old the first time I saw a ghost. And started to believe that ghosts are real.
My family and I lived in UTAH📍 growing up. We lived In an old farm house. My parents bought the house without knowing anything about the property or the homes history.
It was about a month after moving in that things started happening. Cabinet doors would fly open on their own. Like 15 of them at one time. Things would go missing and end up back where you left them, days or weeks later. Normal ghost stuff you hear on tv. But it was about 4 months after moving in that I was scratched for the first time. By what I assume to be a demon. Three scratches. Down the left side of my back. Like claw marks.
I showed my parents and immediately they shifted and wanted whatever this was out. This was the first time it had gotten physical with any of us.
We of course moved a few weeks later as a blessing only pissed it off further and it tried to strangle my mother in her sleep.
We were the only 2 females in the house, so we believe that had something to do with why WE were targeted.
After our move, we did some digging on the property through an investigator and found out that a woman had UNALIVED HERSELF IN THE MASTER BEDROOM IN 1947.

Story 6: The Hollow one

Submitted by: Anonymous

My wife had me share this story. This is the first time I’ve told anyone.
It was December 2017 in Ohio 📍

The winter was harsh, but it wasn’t the cold that bothered me.

It was the woods behind our house.

I’d started working from home, so I was alone a lot. At first, I thought I was just imagining things — maybe the quiet got to me. But after a while, I noticed strange things. I’d hear faint sounds, like whispers, even though there was no wind. And sometimes, I thought I saw something move in the trees.

One evening, as I sat in my office, I saw something outside. It was quick, and I couldn’t make out what it was. I stood up to look, but by the time I reached the window, it was gone. I told myself it was nothing. But that night, I heard it again.

When Emily got home late, I mentioned the shadows. She didn’t take me seriously, so the next day, we decided to walk through the woods. It was around sunset, and the light made everything look different, more unfamiliar.

As we walked deeper, I heard what sounded like breathing — not the wind, but something behind me. I turned around, but Emily was a few feet ahead. I tried to brush it off. Maybe I was just being paranoid. But each time I looked back, the feeling grew stronger.

Eventually, we came to a clearing. That’s when I saw it. At first, it looked like a shadow, but then I realized it was something else — tall, and it didn’t seem right. I can’t explain it, but I knew it wasn’t natural. And then it moved. Not like a person, but like it was sliding between the trees.

I grabbed Emily, and we hurried back to the house. We didn’t stop running until we were inside, doors locked. That night,

I heard the breathing again, this time just outside the window.

The next day, I called a local expert who dealt with strange occurrences. After listening to my story, he told me something that stuck with me.

“It’s called the HOLLOW ONE,” he said. “It’s not a local legend. It feeds off fear, and once it notices you, it doesn’t leave.”

We moved away the next year, hoping that would be the end of it. But sometimes, late at night, I still hear that breathing. And sometimes, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a shadow lingering just beyond the light.

I don’t think it’s gone. I think it’s still out there.

Story 7: The VENT

Submitted by: SirenSeven

This is a story that people probably won't believe. Which is fine, because I know what I heard and saw.

And I know I'm not crazy.

I moved from CA to WI📍 in May of 2019.

I had an extremely bad break up and decided that moving closer to family would be my best option. I leased a new apartment. Well.. it was new to me anyways.

It was an old building but it had a lot of character and it was recently remodeled so it looked very nice and rent was pretty affordable as well so I wasn't complaining.

But the 1st night in my apartment, I heard what sounded like a faint whisper - coming from the air vent above my bed.

"Hello?"

I froze. It was probably just the old pipes settling. The building was old, and sounds carried. But the 2nd night, the whisper returned.

"Are you there?"

By the 4th night I was really starting to get upset that someone was living in the vent but the whispers hadn't stopped. And it wouldn't always answer me.

It was probably the 5th or 6th night when I whispered back. "Who is this?"

Silence. Then a soft, breathy giggle.

"You shouldn’t be here." It said.

I didn’t sleep after that. The next morning, I called maintenance. The guy shrugged, shined a flashlight into the vent, and said, "Just dust and old ducts. Sound probably carries from another unit."

That night( this is now one week in my apartment) I lay in bed, staring at the vent, waiting. Nothing.

Then, at 3 in the morning, I woke up to a new sound.

Metal shifting.

The vent cover was loose. And then it SWINGS OPEN!

Something was fucking moving in there.

I grabbed my phone and turned on the flashlight, my heart pounding. The beam hit the vent—empty. Just a dark tunnel leading into the building.

But the dust on the vent’s edge was smeared, like something had been crawling out.

I didn’t sleep. I packed ALL my stuff and left at like 4 am.

A few days later, the landlord called, irritated that I broke my lease.

He said: "If you didn’t want to stay, you could’ve just said so," no need to make up stories."

I started to argue but stopped.

Because in the background of the call, through the static of the phone line, I heard it—

Another fucking whisper.

"Are you there?"

I hung up the phone and never answered another one of his calls.

I told my family I was never going back there, I explained the entire story to them and my mom immediately wanted to find an explanation.
In our research for answers, we later found out that a 15 year old girl had went missing from the same apartment.

Not building...room. The exact one I was leasing.

Not sure if that has anything to do with my experience but it raised red flags for me.

Story 8: The Ouija Board

Submitted by: Anonymous

This story is more or less to advise those to never use Ouija boards. Unless you're absolutely sure of what you're doing.

I was 23 and living with my family in NEW JERSEY📍 . This was back in 2017.

One night, a few friends and I decided to try a Ouija board in my basement. It was meant to be just for fun—something spooky to pass the time. We lit candles, placed our fingers on the planchette, and started asking questions. At first, nothing happened. Then, after what felt like an eternity, the planchette began to move. We asked, “Who are we speaking to?”

The board spelled out a name: Elias.

None of us knew an Elias. We asked more questions, and the responses became strange—fragmented, almost desperate. “Help me,” it spelled. “Trapped.” We asked what had happened to him, but before we could get a clear answer, the candles flickered violently, and a loud thud sounded from the ceiling above us. Everyone jumped. My family was asleep, and no one else was home.

At that moment, the planchette started moving faster, spelling out GET OUT. My friend, panicked, lifted his hands, breaking the connection. I had read that you should never do that, but it was too late. The air in the basement grew heavy, and an overwhelming feeling of dread settled over us. We quickly said goodbye, closed the board, and packed it away.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. Shadows seemed darker than usual, and the air felt thick with something unseen. At 3:12 AM, my bedroom door creaked open. I assumed it was my brother, but when I turned to look, there was no one there. Then I heard it—whispering. Indistinct, breathy, coming from the hallway. The same name repeated over and over: Elias… Elias… Elias…

For the next few nights, strange things happened. The television turned on by itself, objects moved from where I left them, and my dog refused to enter my room. One night, I woke up to find deep scratches on my bedroom wall—scratches that hadn’t been there before.

The final straw came when my mother, who knew nothing about the Ouija board, mentioned a dream she had. “There was a man,” she said, “standing at the foot of my bed. He had no eyes, just dark, empty sockets. He whispered a name… Elias.”

I immediately called a priest. We had the house blessed, and I burned the Ouija board in our backyard. For a while, the activity died down. But every now and then, late at night, I swear I still hear it—whispering my name from the shadows.

If you ever consider using a Ouija board, I urge you—DON'T.. You never know who, or what, might answer.

Story 9: The crash

Submitted by: M_eye12

This is the story of my near-death experience from 2013.

MI, UNITED STATES📍

It was late—probably a little past midnight—and I was driving home from my girlfriend’s house. I was taught how to drive by my grandmother, who really drilled defensive driving into me. So, I consider myself pretty good behind the wheel. That’s just one reason why I believe what happened next was completely out of my control.

It was just me and this endless road. I was going maybe two miles over the limit. The roads were dry. The wind was still. Not another car in sight. Everything felt normal—quiet, calm.

Until it wasn’t.

Out of nowhere, I saw something up ahead—maybe 40 or 50 feet in front of me. At first, I thought it was a deer. But as I got closer, I realized it was a person.

They were standing dead center in the lane, facing me, motionless.

I slammed on the brakes, tires screeching, heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. My headlights lit up their face for just a second—and that second is burned into my brain. Pale skin, wide eyes, and the strangest expression… almost like they were daring me to hit them.

I swerved hard to the right, just barely missing them. My car skidded into the gravel shoulder, fishtailed, and came to a stop inches from a ditch.

I sat there, shaking, trying to process what just happened. When I looked back in the rearview mirror… there was no one there.

No person. No figure. No sign that anyone had been on the road at all.

I got out with my flashlight, walked up and down the stretch of road. Nothing. No footprints. No movement. Just me, the hum of my engine, and the dead silence of the night.

To this day, I don’t know what I saw.

But I know I wasn’t asleep. I wasn’t distracted. And I wasn’t hallucinating.

Someone or something wanted me off that road.

Story 10: The Skin Walker

Submitted by: Anonymous

IL, UNITED STATES📍

It was late—close to midnight—and I was driving home on one of those empty backroads that cut between the cornfields. My headlights were the only light out there, and the air felt heavy, like the whole world was holding its breath.

That’s when it happened.

The corn to my right started thrashing like something huge was barreling through it. Before I even had time to hit the brakes, this… thing exploded out of the stalks and onto the road.

It wasn’t human.

It was tall—easily over seven feet—and pitch black, so dark it almost looked like a shadow had pulled itself out of the ground. Its arms and legs were far too long, and the way it moved… it didn’t run like a person, it glided, like every stride covered twice the distance it should have.

In less than a second, it crossed the road right in front of me and vanished into the cornfield on the other side.

I sat there in the middle of the road with my heart in my throat, gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles hurt. My high beams were pointed straight at the stalks where it disappeared, but there was nothing. No sound. No movement. Just stillness.

The strangest part? My radio had gone dead the second it appeared. No static, no music—just silence. The moment it was gone, the sound came flooding back, like nothing had happened.

But something did happen.

I don’t know what I saw, but I know I’ll never drive that stretch of road the same way again.

Story 11: The Stranger

Submitted by: Anonymous

MA, UNITED STATES📍

I was staying with a friend during college break and he had always wanted to explore abandoned places. I wasn't a huge fan of stuff like this but he practically begged me to go with him on his first few adventures. He didn't know exactly what he was doing just yet so he figured he'd leave his video camera at home, but by the end of that night, we were wishing we he hadn't.

Our first explore was an abandoned school. It was once a High School before a fire destroyed a quarter of it and they were forced to rebuild somewhere else. We entered through a side door and luckily for us we made the smart choice to explore during the daytime, because it was very dark in this place. We shined our flashlights and made our way down a hallway that led into a courtyard. That's when we spotted a newer backpack, lying amongst a pile of other worn down items and water damaged furniture. We looked around for a minute, assuming we were not alone anymore but didn't see or hear anyone.

Inside the bag we found knives, rope, latex gloves, a photo of a dog, hair dye, and an extra pair of clothes. There were other things but these were the most bizarre. We stood there, laughing nervously to each other when all of a sudden we heard footsteps.. The footsteps were slow, deliberate. Not running. Not sneaking either. Just… walking. We killed our flashlights at the same time and stood there, barely breathing. The sound echoed through the courtyard, growing closer, then stopping right outside the hallway we’d come from.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then we heard a sniff. A deep one, like someone testing the air.
My friend grabbed my arm and whispered that we needed to go. We didn’t bother putting the bag back where we found it — we just backed away, step by step, until we could see the side door again. That’s when a voice spoke from the dark behind us.

“Put that down.”

We ran. Faster than I think either of us has ever ran. The man chased us out of the building but stopped when we made it closer to our car. In that moment we were thinking daylight exploring wasn't that good of an idea to begin with. He started the car and we were out of there in seconds, yet it felt like an eternity.

We never explored another abandoned place again.

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