Scary stories are even scarier when they’re true. People are sharing their spookiest experiences on Reddit. Forget urban legends. Forget the ghost your friend of a friend’s cousin saw once. These stories are from real people who had real-life scary moments. So, grab a flashlight. Then, go out and buy some batteries because the dang flashlight is dead. Finally, read these stories aloud to a loved one. Scare them. It’s what these writers would have wanted.
Here are the scariest stories told by people answering the simple question “What’s your best TRUE spooky story?”:
“The scariest thing i’ve had happen while camping.
So I live in eastern Oregon, and my mom lives in western Oregon. I went to visit her for the summer and she’s very outdoorsy so we decided to take the 1 hour drive from her city to the coast. We end up at this free camp site at the top of this hill (huge foot hills of the coastal mountains, about a 25 minute drive from the top where the campsite is to the bottom where the main road was) and we were the only campers there.
We relaxed for the rest of the day, made food, etc. A truck full of men drive up the hill and talk with my mom (idk what about, wasn’t suspicious at the time) and they leave us.
Fast forward to the middle of the night. I wake up to my mom sitting straight up in the tent. I wake easily so i heard her gasp and it woke me. As soon as she saw i was awake she put her hand over my mouth because I was starting to ask her what’s wrong. It was dead silent and all of a sudden you hear footsteps RIGHT beside the tent. The little flap that covers the zipper was even moving.
Thankfully my mom has quick wits and said very loudly, “Kenny grab the gun”
Kenny is my dad, although that doesn’t matter, and mind you he was not there, just us girls like i previously said.
They left. No harm was done. Thank the lord for my momma.” –morenapkinspls
“I was camping in a valley by myself with no cell service. I stayed late on a trail and ran into a nice local dude as it was getting dark. He showed me a local camping spot close to the road and the river, but camouflaged. I had a fire, drank beer, and listened to my friend’s comedy podcast. I was loud and visible. Because it was dark already I decided to sleep in the back of my truck under my topper next to all of my gear as opposed to setting up my tent. The next morning I made a fire, cracked a beer, and started making breakfast. Then I notice that there is a man at the edge of my camp. He comes closer, but never looks directly at me. This dude looks homeless has a long ratty beard and has at least a hundred plastic grocery bags tied all over his clothes. I comment about how nice the day is. No response from him. I offer him breakfast, nothing. He sort of paces around the perimeter of my camp. I offer him a beer. But he just turns around. The dude is just standing there back to me wandering around. I’m realizing that there isn’t going to be any good happenings. I had my bear spray and buck knife super close. I give him an ultimatum, “motherfucker, you are either going to acknowledge me or leave immediately!” He ignores me. I grab the bear mace and walk a few steps towards him. He sulked away and I threw my shit in my truck and left that place right quick. I wonder if he had watched me during the night and I thank my laziness for staying in my truck instead of a tent.” –anselmo_ricketts
“When I was about 7 or 8 years old, I started having this reoccurring dream. I would have it at least twice a year, always the same even though I would realize I was dreaming after the first few iterations. I would fall asleep and dream of being in a cave and going into this little hole in the bottom. Inside I would see a 10-15 foot long corridor about 2-4 feet high. At the end it would always turn left, and I always saw a bent red stop sign at the end, like someone ripped off the top 2 feet and tossed it in. But I would always follow the corridor. I would turn and walk past the sign despite being scared, despite many times knowing what was there, and the corridor would start descending, quickly opening up into a large vertical chamber with the path leading down in a corkscrew. Everything became blurry at this point, but it was always the same.
I saw trash scattered on the walls.
I saw the pit leading down to a curved floor.
I saw things, undefined…animals or people or something else at the bottom.
And I saw my family, each with one of the things, being tortured and killed. Every time. And I could never do anything.
After I saw that, I would be stuck for a few seconds until I felt more than saw everything turn and look at me. And I would wake up. Not like a normal dream where you just drift to consciousness or a nightmare where you bolt up in fear, but like something pushed me out. Like I wasn’t supposed to be there.
So I have this dream multiple times a year until I turned fifteen. I did tell a friend about the dream before what happens next. My father decided to take us to some caves we never had been before. One of which was Dog Drop. It was likely named so because someone either threw there pet in there or a coyote fell in and the body was later discovered. Dogdrop had a roughly 30 foot rappel straight down to enter. I went down with my brother while my father waited up at the top. There was a hole in the ground. I started to feel uneasy though I didn’t know why. So I followed my brother into the hole. I felt worse as I moved down.
And when I looked up I saw the same corridor, the same turn, the same wall, the same bottles at the corner. And I instantly was hit with this overwhelming sense of nausea and fear and being watched and everything was screaming at me to leave. I froze and must have made some noise because my brother turned around and asked what was wrong. I managed to say I wanted to leave now and climbed out as quickly as I could, followed immediately by my brother. We packed up and left, never have gone back and never will. Haven’t told anyone what actually happened, just said I wasn’t feeling well, and they forgot pretty quickly. The thing that really makes it creepy for me is I have never had the dream again. Year after year I would have it consistently, but it just stopped after that. But I still remember it all.
And I still feel afraid, almost an external fear, when I think of it.” –Just_another_gamer_
“I lived in an old apartment in 2002. The place was built in 1900, so it was just over 100 years old when I moved in. The living room and kitchen were fine, but the bathroom and bedroom were unnerving, like I just always felt like I was being watched, especially in the bedroom if the closet door was open. Those unnerving feelings just became moderately uncomfortable as I settled in. I felt safe in the bedroom, but only if the door was locked. One night I was dead asleep when there was a loud BANG on my bedroom door. When I got up the courage to get out of bed, I checked the apartment and all the windows were closed and locked from the inside, the door still had the chain secured, no one was in there. I mentioned the closet in the bedroom, I never liked going in there, and I never liked if the door was open. For some reason, in my head I would hear gasping noises. So for that reason, the closet stayed closed.
A month or more after I was woken to the bang on my door, I was dead asleep. But something woke me up, and it was a pressure on me like being held down. It was pitch black in my room, I couldn’t see anything, but I knew some was standing over me. When I could finally turn on a bedside lamp no one was there. After then I couldn’t sleep in the dark, I had to sleep with a lamp on. That incident scared the life out of me. And after that the unnerving feeling of being watched intensified. Friends would come over, and comment about being uncomfortable in the bathroom like being watched. It became so uncomfortable for me, when I had the chance to move to another unit, I jumped at it. I packed up and got out.
After me, several people rented the apartment, and they would move out within months. I became friendly with the building manager, and I told him that I felt the place was haunted. He kind of laughed it off.
Years after, they were renovating the place, building manager was doing some painting in there, the building owner was there too. I went and checked out the apartment, and it looked nicer, it didn’t feel as creepy. I got to talking with the building owner, and through the course of conversation he just throws it out there that a former tenant committed suicide in the closet by hanging themselves. He also mentioned that the original designer of the building lived in that apartment, and died in there. I wasn’t mad when I heard that, but felt validated that what I experienced was real.” –tightiewhities37
“When my grandparents bought their house for a family of 10, my grandpa found a fake wall upstairs. He tore it down to make more room for the family. Behind the wall were children’s clothes and play toys, almost like they walked off the room in a hurry. My mom told me stories of sitting in her room and something circling the walls around her sounding like wall paper being torn. When she moved out, my aunt moved into the same room. She would wake up with pictures she hung up laying on her chest in the morning. My cousins also have stories of hearing footsteps coming up the stairs and stopping outside their door in the middle of the night. I still don’t go upstairs at their house because it’s always cold and I get weird vibes up there. Even in my adult life, I have scary dreams that take place in their upstairs.” –DickRubnuts
“While at university, my friends and I ran out of booze. Hardly any shops were open because it was late on, so the only option was to walk the mile or so to the nearest 24 hour supermarket. Between the supermarket and the dorms we lived in was just row after row of suburban houses which all looked the same. As we were walking down one road we passed a field with a large camp fire and some people riding horses around it. There were people playing musical instruments, and general sounds of a good time going on – the horses and fire, and the lanterns which were dotted about, gave it a very old fashioned feel. Maybe 5 minutes after passing the field, now walking past houses again, one of my friends commented on how weird and out of place that gathering of people had been. My other friend and I had been thinking exactly the same thing so, curious, we turned around and walked back to find out exactly what was going on. There was nothing there. Not just no people or horses, there was no field; just more and more houses. Even though we were absolutely certain we were on the right road, as we’d simply turned around, we walked up and down the neighbouring roads too. We found nothing. We weren’t drunk, though we’d had some drinks, and so I’ve got absolutely no idea what happened that night.” –luckycynic
“Back when I was a kid my grandmother had a really close friend who used to help her babysit us. One day she goes missing. Family doesn’t know where she is and we don’t either. About a week later police find her body in a dumpster, she had been dead for 4-5 days. She had been mugged and had several stab wounds. Incredibly tragic, who would mug an old lady?..
Here’s the spooky story. A few days just before she was found, my three cousins swore they saw her walking around in their backyard and knocking on their window. The following day had search going through the area.
It wasn’t until the body was found that we realized what they saw couldn’t be true according to police timeline, but they swore it was her.
Edit: I’m adding more context for the story. I initially kept it brief because I didn’t want to have a wall of text, but since this blew up a bit, I’ll include more details.
The backyard was actually pretty big and long because it was shared by the entire apartment complex which had 4 units (2 upstairs, 2 down. My cousins were in the downstairs unit on the left). Again like I said in a different post, it was gated on all sides by wooden fencing. My cousins window had blind spots so you couldn’t see the entire backyard.
It wasn’t night time, but the sun was setting (they said it was almost down at this point), so I assume around 7pm. They’re in their room, which has a window that sees into the backyard. It was ghetto and they were pretty poor so their beds only had the mattress, not the frame supporting it. It was a queen and a single pressed up against the wall with the window. So basically, to look into the backyard, you were standing up on a mattress looking against how you normally face (back against the wall, sitting down on the mattress).
Youngest brother: Holy shit…there’s someone in the back!…she just walked away!…
Oldest (laying down on the bed): wtf are you talking about?..
Youngest: dude….it looks like “old lady”……. She’s walking around where grandmas vegetable garden is!…
Youngest: come fucking look…..she’s just walked away…..
Oldest (goes and looks): I don’t see anything…stop being stupid (goes back to laying down, little one stands there looking at him)
Middle brother comes to look a moment later: oh shit…she’s right there…wtf she’s coming to us!..
They all look to see the lady knocking on the window. They scream, panic and run out to dad. Dad obviously doesn’t believe them, but after a bit gives in. He goes out and checks, nothing.
So just a side note, the way these apartments were connected, you couldn’t go into the backyard from your individual unit. You had to get out into the main hall, which had a door that opened into the backyard.” –ObiMemeKenobi
“Four years ago , I lived in a very large farm house , that was converted into two apartments. The house was known as the ”old boys home”. It was used to house boys with behavioral issues but was closed due to allegations of molestation. Anyway , I was living with my boyfriend and three year old daughter at the time. My bedroom had a large fireplace that had been boarded up and painted over. I decided to push my bed up against it one day while I was rearranging things , It was like a headboard. That night , around 1 am I had heard a small voice saying ‘mom , mom , mommy’. I had sat up in bed but didn’t see anything so I reached over my boyfriend trying to grab down to grab my daughter and put her in our bed. I kept feeling around and I was still hearing the voice but I couldn’t feel her. My boyfriend woke up and turned the bedside lamp on asking me ” What the hell are you doing ”. I explained that Amelia was trying to get in our bed and I was reaching for her. There was nobody there. My daughter was sound asleep in her room. Then the next night came. Around 1 am again my dog had started to wimper at out door so my boyfriend got up to take him outside. You know that feeling in a bed when someone lies down next to you? Where the bed pushes in and there is a warmth in your back? I felt that , So I assumed my boyfriend had come back to bed. I rolled over , my boyfriend wasn’t in the bed and I felt the fucking bed release pressure , whatever was laying next to me has gotten up in that second. I moved my bed the next day to the other side of the room and I never had another incident in the two years I remained in that house.” –GoatbustersBM
“My wife and I were having a great weekend in Las Vegas when my father-in-law passed away in the early morning hours. We get the call and haul ass to get back to the rest of the family. After a couple of hours the family is all together and talking sharing memories when we arrive. Shortly after we arrive it gets brought up how are we going to share this news with our niece (who was in prison at the time). While trying to figure it out a call comes from out of no where ….. its our Niece and she asks what happened to Grandpa. She had a dream that he visited her and said good bye. She freaks and calls us.” –stylusnix
“I went to use the bathroom at work and when I entered, there was no one in there. The bathroom has 4 urinals and 4 stalls (one handicap), and I did not see any feet in any of the stalls. I took up my normal spot inside one stall and was doing my business, when I heard the sound of someone peeing into one of the urinals….but no one had entered the bathroom. The door is heavy and loud when it closes, so I would’ve heard someone entering. After a normal amount of time, the peeing stop, and I heard a few footsteps. But the door never opened. When I finished up I did a cursory look and there was no one in the bathroom.
It’s a ridiculous story, but I definitely heard a pee ghost.” –DualJ
“My wife and I stayed at a nice hotel in downtown Pittsburgh. It was where I asked her to marry me after a lavish meal. I picked the room because it came with a huge Japanese soaking tub that me, a 6’1 man, could barely see over the edge of.
Anyway, the first night we stayed there, we were sleeping in the single king bed. I believe the alarm clock said it was 2 or 3am. To my left, and just a few feet from me, I heard the sound of a what seemed like a pencil slowly rolling down a sloped surface. It was so deliberate and loud that it woke us both up. It was also so deliberate that, while my heart thumped in my chest from the sudden noise, I quickly convinced myself that it was a pencil sliding off the desk in our room and I went back to sleep.
The next morning, to my surprise, I found that a.) there were no pencils in the room and b.) there was no desk. It was my first night in the room so I assumed that it, like other hotels, had a place to sit and write. Well–that was not the case. The only thing I could find to write with were ballpoint pens with their caps on. They wouldn’t make that distinctive, loud noise that a ridged, wooden pencil makes as it rolls. Furthermore, there was no sloped surface in the room for anything to suddenly roll off of in the middle of the night / morning.
The whole thing was weird enough for us to talk about it that morning. I do not believe in ghosts but to be honest, I’d love to encounter something unexplained. I entertained the idea of a ghost pencil, but knew in my head it had an explanation grounded in reality.
But that’s not all that happened.
That night we were both in the soaking tub. The water was up to my chin. It was great–we were in the middle of February, a cold and miserable month in Pittsburgh. We were sloshing around in the tub having a blast, pretending we were rich.
And then, from the other room, we heard the buzzing of an old microphone hooked up to a PA system. Basically, that sound of feedback that precedes an announcement. The whole room filled with the buzzing sound of microphone feedback. Our hearts thumped in our chests yet again. And then we both practically jumped out of our own skins.
We heard the distinctive sound of someone blowing into a microphone to test it. “Whoooth Whooth.” You could see it in your head it was so distinctive, just like the pencil. My heart went from thumping wildly to thrumming like a hummingbird’s. Naked, I lept from the tub and threw a towel around myself.
“That was a man blowing into a microphone.” I said. My wife stayed in the tub, scared and quiet. I searched our room and did not find a speaker, or any kind of speaker grill embedded into a wall or the ceiling. We could not for the life of us find a potential source for the sound other than an iHome speaker that was already playing music from my iPhone.
So that was our story. We still had one more night. We were exhilarated by our engagement and the ghosts that haunted the hotel.
A week later I had the thought to email the hotel. I asked them about their building. Pittsburgh is an old town. And downtown Pittsburgh is a very very old town. They got back to me and explained, as my jaw dropped, that they used to be an old telephone factory.” -anonymous
“At the time I was around 14, I’d asked my dad to wake me up early that morning at about 5am because I had some work to get done. That morning, I was woken up, and I flung my legs over the side of my bed. I felt a tug on both of them, what I thought at the time was just my dad trying to get me to hurry up, I reached over to pick up my phone and turned it on, 3:30 am, and I looked over at the black figure I assumed was my dad and it was gone.” –tom-evvans
“When I was in high school my uncle would throw me a couple bucks to help babysit his kids with my aunt. They lived in a two story house by the water, nice area. The kids were about 3 and 6.
One day I was sitting in their den on my phone when I started to hear a baby crying. Thinking it was the three year old, I headed to the bottom of the stairs to check and see if my aunt was up there dealing with it. I called for her a couple times with no response. The baby kept crying. I called for her one more time, and when I got no response I started walking up the stairs. Then I heard my cousins and aunt playing outside.
All the hairs on my body stood up and I literally felt a chill run down my spine. I quietly turned around, walked down the stairs, got in my car and drove away. The “baby” was still crying when I closed the door behind me.
A few years later I was drunk at a family party and told my uncle the story. He told me that he and his wife used to hear the baby too, and apparently the previous owners had a kid die of SIDS in that room upstairs. He’s uber Catholic and had a Mass said for the baby. He said after that it never happened again. Still gives me the willies when I talk about it though.” –urgehal666
“For about ten years now, my nana has been living in a nursing home. She had a stroke and mentally she is not all there. She still recognizes us when we visit and gets happy to see us, but she often talks gibberish, thinking she is in a distant memory in the past. It makes me sad because she and I always had a very close connection growing up. My parents both worked a lot and she would stay with me. She used to know when I was lying, she could always sense when I was sick, even when she wasn’t over, and she and I are eerily similar both in personality and looks. There are pictures of her when she was 21 and it could be me in the picture. We were very close growing up and I love her dearly. I introduced her to my now husband when we started dating in college. He is from a different country than I am and I live in his country.
So we had been dating a few years when my visa was going to expire. In order for us to live in one place, we decided to get married. However, we were still young, fresh out of university and decided to just elope. We decided to get officially married at a courthouse while announcing our engagement and then having a wedding a few years later (official documents and wedding ceremonies are separated in my husband’s country anyways). No one knew of our plan. We were (and are still) stupidly in love and thrilled to have such a crazy secret between us two. In hindsight, it was stupid and no one would have judged us, especially considering we are still happily together years later, but we still decided to hide it because we were stupid kids.
So we flew to visit my parents in my home country and announce our “engagement” and my dad picked us up from the airport. We were chatting in the car, when he tells us that my Nana was freaking out while he visited her the other day. The day we decided to elope. Why was she freaking out? She announced to my whole family that she saw in her dreams that I had eloped and was now married. They dismissed her because they didn’t expect that at all. She kept insisting and was incredibly lucid about it. She raised her voice, which she hand’t done since before the stroke. My dad had mentioned because he thought it was sweet that she was so worried about this and became so lucid.
My husband and I just got silent in the car and I went cold. We don’t know how she knew that or if it was just coincidence. But she knew somehow. We went to visit her a few days later and she didn’t remember it at all. She was thrilled we were engaged.
We are happily married now and had our wedding and stuff, and no one ever found out we had eloped before the wedding day, except my Nana apparently.” –Katzenliebhaberin
“I was staying at my grandparents for the summer when I was fourteen it was 11pm and I was thirsty go out to the kitchen and see who I thought was my granddad sitting at the table eating a sandwich. I say hello grab a glass of water and head back to my room my grandfather comes out of his room and asks who I was talking too. I turn around and noone was there it freaked me out still does to this day.” –Lucanthethird
“I had just finished my initial military training (basic, ait, a few other classes) and got sent to my first duty station. My unit was at NTC for predeployment training so I met up with the rear echelon. I get issued my room and spent three very disturbed days/nights in the barracks with weird stuff happening like gear not where I left it, locked drawers being opened, the microwave turning on by itself. Shit like that. My roommate who I knew throughout training showed up on the fourth day and I told him something along the lines of, “watch your shit. Someone’s been fucking with my stuff and I don’t know who.” So the fourth night comes around and myself and my roommate secure our room and gear and go to bed. Gotta be up at 0530 for PT so it’s an early night. We lock all our stuff and go to bed.
I woke up around 0100 cause my blanket had fallen to the ground and I was cold which was weird cause we were in the south in summer so it’s always hot. I hop down to get my blanket and I notice my armoir is open so I open the lock, close it, lock it, and get back to bed. I fell back asleep pretty easy, but I woke up again at about 0230 and all my stuff and my roommates stuff is thrown around the room. I wake up my roommate and he’s pissed cause someone is fucking with us and can’t figure out who it is. We clean it up lock our stuff and go back to bed. I woke up a third time at 0337 and were not alone.
I can hear my roommate snoring so I know it’s not him. I sat up and saw someone in the little kitchenette area with the fridge open looking in it. I was freezing again. I was about to say something as the soldier turned around. My eyes had a moment to adjust to the bright light and then I started recognizing gear like the L shaped flashlight on his shoulder, his Alice pack with magazine holders and canteens , boots and fatigues– this dude was combat ready. As my eyes reached his face he turned a bit and I could see it. Half his head and helmet were gone. Blown off by the looks of it. I’m scared shitless at this point. He closed the fridge, walked across the room keeping his bright green eyes on, opened my front door and walked out. As he exited he turned back around and said to me, “Be safe.”
I didn’t sleep the rest of the night. I didn’t wake my roommate up. I just sat up in bed for about two hours till I had to get ready for PT. 0630 rolls around so everyone is outside the barracks in formation getting ready to start PT and the acting First Sergeant says, “Hey, notchase, you good? Looks like you seent a ghost.” I replied with, “Negative, I’m fine, 1SG good to go.” About half way through PT he comes up to me and asks me what’s wrong because I’m visibly shaken up. I told him I was fine just couldn’t sleep last night. A few others asked if I was ok and I just lied and said I was fine. I really wasn’t and they could see that but they let me be.
After PT ended the acting 1SG pulled me to the side and told me to, “speak freely, openly, and with all confidentiality and off the record: What is wrong?” I told him that if I told him what happened he would think I’m batshit crazy. He assured me it was off record and once again said, “Talk to me. You seriously look like you’ve seen a ghost.” That got an awkward chuckle out of me and I began to tell him my story and when I got to the part about his head the acting 1SG LOST HIS SHIT.. “who the fuck put you up to this?” “This is NOT funny” etc etc. he smoked me for about 30 minutes (made me do push-ups, mountain climbers, stuff like that) all while yelling at me that I’m a piece of shit. Finally after about 30 minutes of that he says, “look at me in the eye and swear on everything that you love that you’re not lying to me.” I told him I was not lying. It fuckin happened. So he says follow me so I do.
We get to the command office which I had never been in and they were obviously locked. He takes me behind three locked doors and three rooms I had never stepped foot in and when he opened the last door I saw it. It gave me chills. It still gives me chills, but plain as day there’s the soldier’s portrait behind the commanders desk. I froze and said, “that’s him.” Acting 1SG, the guy who assigned me that room, told me who it was. He was a Corporal in the unit on my units first deployment to Iraq and he died in an IED attack that took off part of his head. I was the first soldier to be assigned that room since it belonged to the deceased corporal.
He forgave me and I forgave him and he told me some stories about who this guy was. I deployed with that unit just a couple months later and spent 12 months fighting in that shithole. I nearly died I don’t know how many times, my vehicle got hit with IEDs and rockets and it always made me think of that corporal. I survived more things than most people can image and I always felt like that corporal was keeping an eye out for me. Not everyone in my unit was as lucky as me. 3 from my company didn’t get to come home.” –pradeep23
“I currently live in a haunted house. I’ve heard voices, footsteps, lights have been turned on/off, one of the ghosts has a thing for silverware (I hear it clattering in the drawer all the time, and sometimes a knife or two will end up in the wrong slot in the drawer).
But the strangest/scariest experience I had was the first night I spent in the house. I wasn’t finished moving in, there were boxes everywhere, I didn’t even have my mattress up there yet. I was bedding on an old futon mattress, watching a video on my phone, when a get the pins & needles feeling of my feet falling sleep. Except it wasn’t on my feet, it was on the top of my head in the shape of a hand. I said, “Good night”, turned off my light and tried to sleep. When I woke up my closet door was ajar, but other than that everything was otherwise untouched.
I guess whoever my unseen roommate is, just wanted to check out who I was on my first night.” –mrttenor
“Me and friend of mine live in Rural Ireland, we were going for a walk in the grounds behind a castle. As we were coming to the end of our walk, it was pretty dark and we glanced into an area that has a well and something caught our eyes. I (he stayed a bit further back) walked over and looked into the well only to see two yellow eyes looking up at me and a sinister looking grin from a girl with dark hair, naturally we ran like little girls.
We were followed by this little girl all night, we went to grave yard and found her watching us while she sat on a tree. We went under a bridge a few miles outside of the village and she was standing at the other end of the bridge, and slowly started walking toward us. We both saw her every single time.
Explanation is easy; we dropped a shit load of LSD and were hallucinating. Just fascinating that we both saw the exact same thing. I never told him what I saw in the well until he told me what he had seen, it matched.” –randomer206
“I was driving at night on an unfamiliar forested road during a thick fog 30kms out of Vancouver Canada. Suddenly we were going through an ‘old-timey’ town with tin sign advertisements for 1920s type products (Chesterfield cigs, etc) with similar era buildings. Then we drove under a sign saying “You are Now Leaving the United States.” Seeing I didn’t think we had entered the States it was quite unsettling.
It was a movie set.” –AusCan531
“In high school my friends and I were messing around with a Ouija board one night. We had done it before and nothing remarkable had ever happened. We usually did it to try and scare each other or are girlfriends. We all thought it was a joke. That night there was no one else home except the 7 of us and we were all together around the board. One of the girls there wanted to try it. She had never done it before.
This time was different. The board misspelled some of the words the same way every time. It gave answers that seemed really historically accurate for our town (things we neither knew or cared about). Long story short, the “spirit” claimed it was a 10 year old boy who had died on the property in the 1800s and was buried there too in an unmarked grave (my friends house was on a farm in the edge of town). We were all a little freaked out because the board had never been so detailed and consistent. However, we were still skeptical and we were all assuming one of us was trying to scare the rest.
Finally, my friend asked if the spirit could do something to prove he was there with us. It went to Yes and then spelled out k-n-o-c-k. Then the planchette stopped moving. We just all stared at it silently and then there was a rap-rap-rap on the window right next to us. The lights were on outside and there was absolutely no one out there.
We never touched that f-ing board again.” –ExcrementCranium
“One time I wanted a Coke and when I went into the kitchen there was, I shit you not, a knife balancing on its tip. Next to a full can of Coke. When I was home alone.” –ArcOfRuin