I have a legit scary story

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I’m not an Oprah fan but I had caught one episode about kidnappings and how to “protect” yourself on a “fluke”. According to the show I am THE prime target it seems; at 5’2" and between a buck 5 and a buck 10 with waist length hair that is almost always in a braid or pony tail. At the time I had my own baby with me in her car seat so I was easily distracted.

I had been visiting my sister-in-law at the hospital after she had had a baby. It got to be dark and I needed to scoot, but the sky-walk was closed by then. I crossed the street, entered the well lit garage and hit the elevator button. I get on, hit the number 2 and this fairly big man jumps on as the doors are closing. He “felt” weired. My mind was racing and the only thing I have on me are my keys and the baby. I non-chalantley get the keys out and wrap my hand around it for a make shift poker.

The door opens and he just… waits… so I get off and he follows. I can feel him. I walk quickly to put a bit of distance between us. At what I felt was the last second I turned around, and looked him in the face. He got this “Oh sh*t” expression and stopped dead in his tracks. I said, “Oh! I forgot something” in a tone that sounded light hearted enough, but I think I may have had a look because he took a step back.

I walked right past him, went to the first floor, and thinking it was Oprah playing tricks on me, went back up to the second floor to find he was gone. I got to my car and set the baby down to unlock it when I heard/felt a vehicle. I turned to see a plain white utility van and him staring at me with the most hateful look on his face as he went by. I hurried the baby into the car and got the h**l outta there.

As soon as I could, I pulled over to get control of myself. What was I thinking? Why didn’t I get security? What if he had blocked me in and grabbed me? What if he had grabbed my baby?!! The thought made me sick.

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Thank you all for this. This thread is really the one thread that made me sign up and join the OG, and im grateful for all of you that share these personal stories.

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Back in 2001 I was staying with a friend in Mitchell GA. Her daddy owned a very large piece of land there just on the edge of town. I later found out that this was the site of the original town pre civil war, the town was moved to its current location.
Anyway one afternoon her and I decided to go deer hunting out on the place. It is a great place to go hunting or hiking or just to go hang out. So we road 4wheelers in and found a place for me to set up and hunt. She left and found her own place on the other side of the big pond on the place. She was to come by and get me on her way out at dark (as I didnt know my way around that area of the property).
I sat there waiting for her for over an hour it was well after dark you could hardly see without a flashlight. I thought maybe she had forgotten me and went on to the pond house. While I was sitting there in there in the dark leaning against a huge tree I started hearing what sounded like people talking men women and children laughing and playing. I started looking around as I was starting to get scared I saw what I thought were people walking along an old road (no longer in use goes nowhere). They were all wearing period clothing the men in were carrying muzzle loaders. They were shadows I was seeing but they were there and I was ready to get out of there, about 15 minutes later my friend finally shows up to get me. I asked her if she saw what I had just seen. She told me no but said that she had seen and heard things back there before. We got the heck out of there fast. I did some research and talked to a few of the older people in town and her daddy and found out that there are a couple of old cemeteries out there somewhere but that no one had ever found them but that they had never really looked for them either.
I came home shortly afterward and did not get a chance to go back there. I would love to go back there some day and search for the cemeteries. Let me tell you I have heard and seen some strange things in my life but seeing those people (I say spirits) was very eye opening. I dont think I have ever been so scared in my life.

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I’ll tell my ghost story I guess now, Around 1991 I moved into a house my sister lived in, one night I was lying in bed and looking into a walkin closet that I had some guns and a turkey tail on the wall, the light was on in the closet, all of a sudden a shadowhead popped out from the side and looked at me, then it stepped out and ran at me and dove straight into my chest, I felt extreme cold shoot from that spot all thru my body, I tried screaming like a little bitch but no sound came out,

I tried to convince myself it was a dream, a couple months later I seen a program on TV called sightings talking about shadow people. I"m still kinda freaked about it because I wonder where it went? is it still in me? am I me? was it evil?

I learned later maybe that house and a few others there were destroyed by a tornado at one point, another person told me that close to that area was a plantation that had slaves and in his back yard was a tree that was used as a punishment spot and they’d hear whips and screams sometimes on hot summer nights. I seen a shadowperson two other times in another location but they didn’t freak me out as bad as the first time.

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This story takes place in one of our old houses. This particular home was an old farmhouse that we had bought when my dad started his business (small plot of land + a pole barn) Late at night my mom would be up grading papers, (home schooled then) doing laundry, etc and would hear things like keys drop, doors slam, kids laughing and playing but NOBODY was awake and my dad would be back at his office trailer working. It was very creepy for her, as we had never experienced anything like this. One night there was a “straw that broke the camel’s back” moment when she came into my room to check on me (I had seizures then) and saw a circle on the carpet with an arrow pointing towards me. It was a wet spot in carpet, not any kind of shadow or what not. We had our pastor come pray over the home just a few days later and nothing else happened after that.

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Up in NE Pennsylvania, Scranton area, We used to ride fourwheelers on the coal piles and strip mines. It was thousands of acres of abandoned property, covered in old quaries. Well, after riding all day in the summer, you’d be black from head to toe and we’d camp out at a quarry for the night. We’d swim in the quarries to get the black dust off. We did this for years, until one night we woke up to thunderous splashes from across the quarry (300 yards across the water). That side of the quarry was 300 feet of verticle cliff to the water surface, wherease we were camped right on the water level.

When we woke we saw flashlights bouncing around, then heard a vehicle leave. Nevr thought much of it, until the next year. What used to be a little dirt-bike trail heading down to our campsite was now a frigging logging road, stoned over. We rode into town to talk to the locals. FBI had come in with cranes and scuba divers after learning that New York mobsters had beeen driving down to the quarry and dumping bodies. They pulled fifty, 55 gallon drums up full of concrete and body parts.

That was our last overnight trip. In hindsight, I’m glad they came in the wee hours of the morning. Had they come earlier, we woulda been up drunk and yelling, or at the very least our campfire would still have been blazing.

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About a year back I went up to my friend and his family’s hunting land on the Alabama/Georgia border to do some 4 wheeling and just kinda mess around on the land. I wasn’t aware of this at the time because my friend somehow didn’t mention to me that the area is a HUGE meth hotspot.

They have a few hundred acres and it is adjacent to a bunch of their friend’s land so it ends up being well over 1000 acres of trails and places to ride around. We always stop at this 1 pond and chill out and have a couple beers and some jerky before we hit the trails again. This time we went, there was one of those cheap plastic patio chairs all busted up with duck tape all on the sides and broken 2x4s and cricket paddles left around it covered in blood. Obviously someone didn’t do their job either dealing or paying for their meth and had the living hell beat out of them while they were taped to the chair.

Once we were able to get to a place with cell reception we called the police and they headed out to check it out. Surprisingly when we called, they knew the exact same pond we were talking about right as we mentioned it to them… Clearly they have had problems there before. When they showed up, they told us that this is nothing out of the ordinary and that the pond is usually dredged out once or twice a year because that is where all the meth heads dump the bodies of people they’ve killed or of their buddies who OD on drugs.

Needless to say… Anytime we go back there, we are all packing a pistol on our bodies and usually a shotgun attached to the 4 wheeler. Unfortunately the land is just too good to pass up and my friends have a TON of really top notch 4 wheelers, so I can’t pass up the opportunity to go. But we are definitely 1000x more wary when we’re out there now. I’ll never forget seein’ that blood covered chair and paddles… Meth heads be crazy.

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I love this thread. What ever happened to motel room covered in blood with nobody around in the middle of nowhere?

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Confused Kevin James GIF by TV Land

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Story #7 is mine, as narrated by Mr Nightmare. Starts at 10:45 mark of the video. I was a 20 year old kid 13 years ago, and had a couple crack/methheads who rented a suite in the same house as us steal my beer and laptop.

Then one of them tried getting into my room in the middle of the night.

Looking at the YouTube comments right now, I had a laugh at all the people chirping me about being so mad about my beer. I was 20 and poor as shit. Booze was a hot commodity in those times :laughing:

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Langolier - Alright I got one…

My wife and I went on vacation with another couple to the Bridger-Teton National forest in WY. We flew to Salt lake and rented a car. We were gonna drive from there about 8 hours to a trail we were gonna hike for 4-5 days depending on how the trail was and our supplies held up.

They are big outdoors people and do these types of trips yearly. A friend calls my buddy and says we have to go by Yellow Stone National forest since we are so close. We all agree that we have half a day to spare for a detour and head north to Yellow Stone.

YellowStone is great and more than we expected and we end up spending most of the day there. That evening we decide we are gonna drive to the trail head and either sleep in our hammocks or the back of the SUV and get an early start the next morning. The girls are tired and half sleeping in the backseat as we push on what we think is a shortcut out some deserted roads.

It gets to be around 2am and we are not sure we are on the right road or where we are exactly. My friend driving begins to complain he is sleepy and the girls chime up from the back when they hear this, telling us to stop and lets get a hotel and continue the next day.

We agree the next hotel we come upon we will stop at for the evening so everyone is well rested for the hike in the next morning. Even though we agreed to these terms me nor my friend driving expected to find any sort of place to sleep in the middle of nowhere.

Well, as we continue out this deserted road lo and behold a large light can be seen up ahead that says " MOTEL " in this cheesy florescent red. My friend driving instantly says “Found one!” and the girls in the backseat begin to move around and wake from there sleep. As we come up on the hotel I feel a sense of dread. The place is painted an off faded yellow/orange and looks extremely run down.

Being put off by the site of the place my friend barely pulls off the road into the gravels of the parking lot staying parallel with the road. He looks at me and says “What do you think?” I respond with a “Oh, hell no” which is quickly contested by the females in the car. Being the giant p*ssies we are, we of course let the ladies decide for us, that this is where we are staying.

There are a cpl cars in the parking lot and no lights on in any rooms and the only light period appears to be coming from the back of the place. The place is straight from a horror movie where they rape you and film it right after you find out the whole little town including the police are in on this sick fetish of raping and killing travelers.

My wife looks at me and says “Honey, go see if anyone is in the office.” I quickly grab my balls that I had temporarily misplaced and head for the pitch black office. I am unsettled but I am not gonna look like a giant chicken in front of my smoking hot wife. I knock on the door to the attendants office and ring the bell but to my relief no one comes to the door and it is locked.

I glance around in a half ass attempt to see any other doors and return to the car and inform them that the attendant is either sleeping in a room or passed out drunk because I would have woken him up with my banging if he was in the office.

My friends wife who is a little head strong jumps out of the the SUV and says “I’ll find them!” and begins tromping off in the direction of the hotel. I trail after her assuring her that there is no one in the front office. She does not bother to humor me with a response but heads straight for the back of the building where the light can be seen. As we round the corner of the building I am only a few steps behind her and to my surprise I see a Hotel door open with the lights on and shining out into the dark. She begins marching in the direction and I quickly catch up to her side.

She gets there maybe a half second before I do and lets out a “Oh! SHIT!” I hear just as I can see in the room. She immediately bolts and I stand there in shock looking at a room that appears to be a murder scene.

The room is completely destroyed. Bed flipped over, at an impossible angle and blood is spattered on everything. It looked like there was about three times as much furniture in the room that belonged there because the very back of the room was not visible due to the bed being flipped over and leaning against a wall. I stood there for what seemed like forever getting a mental picture of this room and in shock. I survey everything and see the blood is red and appears wet and not brown. I realize this scene is semi-fresh and we could be in real danger.

I bolt back towards the car which is maybe 40 yards and I am hitting it like I am running a dash for the NFL Draft Combine. I see my friends wife up ahead running faster than she knew she could and I am quickly closing distance.I know any second a crazed redneck with a shotgun and a hard is going to appear. To my relief I make it back to SUV and hop in and we immediately speed away slinging gravels. I guess my friend could tell by the look on our faces it was a “ask questions later” type of situation.

We explained to them what happened and we contemplate on calling the police but no one has cell phone service. We continue driving most of the night never finding a place to stop but arriving at our destination none the less. We are now In the middle of no where in WY and no one has service and convince ourselves it must have been paint and maybe a storage room and continue with the planned hike.

I however saw it, and it was blood and organic matter and I will never forget that image. I have no idea what happened and do not really want to know. I had nightmares for a while of reliving the scene and I am just standing there looking at it. It is the little details that make it terrible in my mind. Like the phone being covered in blood and ripped from the base laying on the floor. I have like a mental snap shot of that which I can see clearly in my head and I do not think I will ever be able to forget it. I also have guilt about not calling the police or investigating to see if I could help a victim. I am the type of guy who would normally look to help in a situation where I thought someone was injured. i.e. I always stop and apply first aid at car wrecks if I am the first one there( Has only happened a cpl times). That day I did not. It seemed dangerous. Everything in me was screaming “You are gonna Die!” I bolted and I have to live with guilt someone might have died because I left and did nothing. I was in the army, was a certified combat life saver( Which means I have advanced first aid traing). I am a big dude and have trained martial arts on and off my whole life. But I still ran like a girl.

Well that is my story. That took longer to tell then I had expected. Sorry for the wordiness.“

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Lol, most of these stories aren’t mine, they’re from an outdoor forum that I’m a member of. I figured I’d post some of them for y’all.

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A father went to say good night to his seven year old son, very well knowing that if he didn’t his son would have trouble sleeping. It was a nightly routine between them. He entered the dimly lit room where his son waited under his blanket. With the first glance the father could tell there was something unusual about his son tonight, but couldn’t put his finger on it. He looked the same but had a grin that drew from ear to ear.

“You okay, buddy?” the father asked.

The son nodded, still with the grin, before saying, “Daddy, check for monsters under my bed.”

The father chuckled a bit before getting on his knees to check only to satisfy his son.

There, under the bed, pale and afraid, was his son. His real son. He whispered, “Daddy, there someone on my bed”.

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A hiker decided to go on a hike by himself. Something he was not very used to. The whole day was normal. Trees and bushes engulfed his surroundings. He enjoyed being outdoors in the mountains. Nothing seemed strange to him, that was until he was making his way back to his car. He figured an eight hour hike was good enough. The sky was already getting dark and he needed to get back, fast. What was odd was how much he didn’t recognize the trail back. He began to panic.

Night had already taken over and all he had was a flashlight and no clue on how to get back. He knew it was already too late and too dangerous to keep going through the perilous forest. He began to worry that he would have no shelter for the night when almost luckily enough, he stumbled across a broken-down cabin. It was dark, and seemed like no one had visited it in years, but he knew it was the only place where he could rest until daylight, especially since his flashlight was running out of battery. He knocked on the door a few times but no one answered, so he let himself in where strangely enough, a perfect bed fitted for one person awaited him in the center. He knew that if the owner came back he could explain himself, he was sure that the owner wouldn’t mind, or was even probably dead. So he went ahead and got himself comfortable in bed. As he tried to sleep, he couldn’t ignore the collection of paintings around the room; portraits of strange looking people all peering at him, each wearing a smile that sent chills up his spine. Not too long after his exhaustion from the hike got the best of him and he was able to ignore the faces.

The next morning he got up early and was shocked to see that there were no paintings around the room, but windows…

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In for perusal later.

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Back in 2000 my wife’s ex boyfriend blamed me for ruining their relationship. He attempted to kill us and shot a police officer and was killed by police. He had several weapons, tire spikes in his car and was clutching the constitution when he jump out of his car shooting.

Guy was part of a militia group in AZ and had ties to Mcveigh and brought my wife to Bill Coopers compound in Eager. After he was killed we were brought in and questioned by the ATF about him and his ties to extremist groups.

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That is exactly the story I was talking about.
I wish I knew more information so I could try to find out what happened.

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in for later

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Same. Yea, that’s the crown jewel of that thread, imo. I’m pleased to be able to have transferred it.

If anyone has others they recall, hit me with some search terms and a summary and I’ll try.

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My wife was going through some medical treatment in Orange county a couple of years ago, we had made a couple of trips, and found a decent hotel in Irvine who had rooms we liked. We were given the same room on every visit. The rooms were basically a studio / condo, with a loft. My wife was going to bed early, and would go to the loft, and I was able to stay up downstairs and watch tv, and would sleep in the Murphey bed downstairs as well. One night the kitchen light came on a couple of times, waking me up. I would get up, turn it off, and go back to bed. It came on again, as I rolled over to get out of bed, I opened my eyes and there was a middle aged man kneeling by the bed…bloody. His facial expression was one of pleading for help. I literally yelped as it frightened me so much, and woke my wife up. I spent 8 years in the 'Corps, I grew up on a farm in Ohio, adn was always in old houses, and outdoors at night. I’ve have experienced a few things, but never like this. This happened a couple of years ago, and I can still see that face vividly. I don’t remember a feeling of danger with the guy, it was just the shock at 2 am to see him there. He vanished within a second or two.

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