My dad was riding bikes with friends as a kid and as they were coming up to a really curved and wooded stretch of road with low visibility, my dad heard a voice loud in his ear saying “get off the road, pull over! Quick!”

So he stopped and got all his friends to stop and go over to the side of the road he was on. Pretty soon after a car came zooming around the corner way too fast and would have plowed into them all.

His brother woke up in the middle of the night with weird pressure on his legs, and it looked like someone invisible was sitting on his legs.

We both used to feel some kind of presence in the house growing up. Like I knew I was the only one home, but had to physically check every room was empty on multiple occasions because it didnt feel like I was alone. That lead to one time I was younger and had snuck out of my room to watch TV at like 3am. I heard something STOMPING hard and fast up the stairs from the basement and then go completely silent once it hit the top of the stairs and didnt hear anything after that.

My mom saw two ufos as a kid. One was a silver plate like thing lift up out of someone’s backyard and fly off. The second was a thing that looked like a mini tower on legs, when she ran off to get her mom and come back like 10 min later it was gone.

This was in the late 60’s so way before commercial drone tech.

She also saw the hat man too as a kid once. Which is weird because lots of people have reported seeing this ghost.

I was driving out in the woods on a dirt road, heading home after a high school reunion. They wanted to do it deep in the woods at someone’s cabin. It involved a 2 or 3 mile slow drive through unpaved roads. It wasn’t so bad during the day, but at night driving back it was pitch blackness along bumpy dirt roads that didn’t make sense. It was already creepy enough coming in with signs nailed to trees proclaiming love for Trump or private property or whatever. But at night it was awful.

So I turn down a road, completely lost, and end up at what I think might be a dead end. I roll a little closer to confirm and my headlights end up illuminating a shape in front of me in the darkness. It’s a man, quite large (in both height and width) wearing a robe or something. Just standing motionless on a dark forest road at 11pm. Wearing what might be a grey or white robe. So I stare at this guy, he stares back at me. He’s a bald white guy giving me a death glare. Motion out of the corner of my eye has me look around through my side windows. There are more people, at least a dozen, all milling about in the trees in pitch darkness. All of them in the same robes.

I sit there idling for a moment since I’m not even sure if this is really happening, then they all walk out into the woods, without torches or flashlights or anything. I reverse my car, then speed away. Most likely explanation is I happened upon a Klan meeting, or a Klan offshoot, or who knows. My hometown is full of racist morons. I can’t explain how it seemed like they knew I’d be there. I’ve guessed for a long time that they expected someone else, then left when they realized I wasn’t whoever they were waiting for.

Other creepy story of mine:

This one is more mundane but I used to work at a grocery store. One of the temp managers was a little weird to me, but never had much trouble. But he had a weird aura and I couldn’t look him in the eyes without flinching. His eyes were just wrong. Everyone else at the store seemed to like him, but me even going within a few feet made my mental alarms go off.

Sorry if my stories are more disturbing than the fun kind of creepy but they’re the scariest things I’ve ever experienced

I was pulled out of my bed three times in the same night. At least felt like been pulled by the leg.

It’s was back in college days, I was alone in the house (I lived with other 4 guys). First two times I was pissed, third I got me the chills.

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Walked pass a Jaguar while it’s eating.

We were at this National Park deep into the Atlantic Forest taking soil samples and suddenly something screamed life a mf. And it ended just like it started. We thought it was a monkey or something, couple of those just passed above us but it sounded more ground level. Moving back, in the same trail we were hours early, some big cat trails. The guide went to a silent “WELL, SHIT” stance while giving us the proper warnings and such. As professionals we kinda knew how to deal and behave in the jungle but most of us were botanists, soil experts, ecologists and entomologists. Big cat behaviour wasn’t our thing.

Ten minutes walking the guide said to us to “just keep walking”. He started to stop while making moves to keep us moving. Suddenly something really heavy moved really fast around 10m far, moving alway from us. “Congratulations, you guys just met Dudu”. Dudu was a 80kg male dragging some sort or peccary around.

Fun.

Edit: the real fun was to walk the trail back to our hut and avoid the peccary group that was somewhere. People who knows hogs and such knows what I’m talking about.

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After my second degree I started to teach History at Middle and High School levels. During COVID there’s this kid who always showed a Machete during my live stream classes, but just for a frame or two. Apparently he did it just for fun. School staff wasn’t amused.

When I was about 17 we lived in this old farmhouse that my great-aunt and great-uncle lived their whole lives in. Another great-uncle who had been a nasty dude had already died and the place all and all had a terrible vibe to it due to this history. The old people there were both old as dirt and demented at the time. My family moved there due to falling on hard times financially. Several weird things happened to me there, here’s the ones I still remember vividly:

The house was a big farmhouse that had a large attic. It had been filled with old magazines and stuff that I found interesting so one day I went up there with my lil sis to see what we could find. After a while my sister got bored and left. When I got tired of browsing the old papers and decided to leave too, the latches on the door were closed both from the inside and out. I freaked the fuck out. Had to spend time screaming for help, because the door to the attic was pretty far from the areas where people spent time. Everyone claimed to not having been anywhere near the door while I was there, and who closed it from the inside?

The second thing happened in one of the adjacent buildings. There were many adjacent buildings that were all in a bad shape. The sauna was in an old barn building that had an attic that had no walkable floor on it anymore that you could safely walk on.

The lore of the barn was that the now dead uncle used to sit in the barn and get drunk and I hated going in there at all. However the sauna was there and I tried to be a reasonable adult with my superstition and decided to go bathe in there. It was dark and the vibes were bad, but I got on with my bathing.

As I sat on the sauna steps I started to hear heavy footsteps, clear as day, from the attic above me. Someone was clearly pacing from one end of the attic to the other, sounded like heavy boots or something. First I thought nothing of it and figured that my dad or my uncle has gone up there to find something. It took me a moment to realize the attic has no usable floor.

I’ve never gotten out from a place faster than I did then. Went back to the house to find everyone else watching the tv, grilled them on being in the barn attic, nobody admitted to being there and again, the attic had no floor. It was also pitch dark and it had no lights.

The third was just a light in the barn flickering on and off in the night, in the room where the nasty uncle used to sit and drink. This was something that most of us saw. The problem with this one was that the electricity to the old sections of the barn had been cut long ago, so there should have been no light.

I was so happy when me moved out of there.