People Share Their Creepiest Stories That No One Believes

It's bad enough when you have a scary, eerie experience, but it's even worse when nobody believes you, insisting that you're either lying or just imagining things. Whether you hear voices calling to you at night or come face-to-face with something that's not of this world, it is definitely better when at least one person will back you up, or else you might question your own sanity.
Here is a collection of some of the creepiest, most unexplainable nightmare stories, collected from a handful of Reddit users whose friends and family either mostly or completely dismiss as fantasy, but nobody would believe. At times these creepy stories sound too bizarre to be real, but every last person swears it really happened.


  • The Doctor Is STILL In

    "When I was a teenager, there was an abandoned mental hospital a few towns over. We used to "urban explore" it.

    One evening, we're walking around, it's pretty dark, we hear something, shine our flashlights to the left, and dude is just walking down the hall, in the dark, no flashlight, in full scrubs. He doesn't say anything, doesn't make eye contact, nothing, just keeps walking straight ahead. We keep our flashlights on him until he turns the corner.

    We don't say sh*t to each other and don't stop running until we get back outside. Once we're outside, we stop to catch our breath, and discuss - all three of us saw it. It wasn't my imagination.

    No one ever believes us."
  • A Fairy Godmother... Or Something Else

    "I haven't told anyone this story since I was a child because when I told my cousins what was happening, it scared them really bad, and I got my second-only whooping with a belt by my Dad. As an adult I don't mention it because I just don't know what it was, and I don't want other adults to think I'm nuts.

    When I was in second grade, I woke up one summer night, dead of night, to a woman floating through my window into my bedroom. Oddly, I wasn't scared. I just sat up and asked, "What are you doing here?" I remember she answered me, but oddly enough the next morning I couldn't remember what she said or even what her voice sounded like. I couldn't even remember what she looked like.

    So, next I said to her, in true 8-year-old fashion, "Well, you better get going because my dad might wake up, and then he'll be mad." She slipped out of my already cracked open bedroom door, and I went back to sleep. Sounds like sleep paralysis, right? Wrong.

    The next day, I was really excited that I had my own fairy godmother, and I named her Crystal. And I thought in my head, "Please come back! Come back and wake me up at dawn, so we can talk!" Sh*t you not, the next morning, just as it was getting light outside, I hear someone whispering my name. I realized that this sh*t was real, and she was a ghost - I froze. I stayed as still as I could, not even able to breathe, and just prayed as hard as I could, "Go away, go away, go away." I could FEEL her right by my head.

    As I'm typing this, tears are coming to my eyes. Okay, it happened once - coincidence, right? Nope. Every time I would get brave and say out loud to her, before going to bed in my room, "Okay, come this time I swear I won't get scared," she would come, whispering my name, and I would almost sh*t my pants in fear and never open my eyes.

    At this point I'm thinking, it still could be night terrors, right? I mean, our eyes have receptors sensitive to light that wake us up, thus causing me to wake up at dawn and hallucinate this sh*t. Here's where sh*t gets real.

    Next summer, I tell a friend that this is going on while we were camping together. She doesn't believe me, so I ask her to come tonight. We're sleeping in the same tent, and my friend wants to see for herself.

    At dawn, I hear her calling my name AND MY FRIEND'S NAME. We don't move, she leaves, and we both sit up and my FRIEND HEARD HER, TOO. She freaks out, tells her parents later that day sobbing, and I get in trouble for scaring the sh*t out of kids with ghost stories.

    Later that summer I told my cousin this story, and before that night, she freaks out, tells her mom, and I get my ass beat for telling ghost stories.

    I just don't think about it anymore, and never when I'm alone at night."

  • Portland Man's Home Is Already Occupied

    "So, to preface this, my friend is a completely normal guy, and I've worked with him in the engineering realm for a bit. He's definitely a smart guy and doesn't have a screw loose, so to hear this story was crazy. It's still left me thinking about things like the supernatural until today.

    He moved into this house in Portland, OR, and it was always a little off. When he first moved in, he heard some creaks and stuff, but it was mostly just old house noises. Then sometimes he could swear he heard footsteps or doors creaking open or closed. The most peculiar thing about the house was that even with all the shades drawn up and letting the sun in, it seemed the house was always dark.

    As some of the noises increased in frequency, so did some strange things. He asked his roommates about the noises, and they all had agreed that they had heard peculiar things around the house, too - in particularly, the basement. The basement had some stairs leading down and from what he described there were two rooms: the main room with the stairs in it and another room attached that had an extra door in it on the opposite corner of the first door. He was a drummer and had his drums set up in the main basement room to practice drums.

    The first of the strange things to happen would be in his bedroom. He saw smoke-like stuff coming from under the door, and it started moving up towards the upper corner by his door. He thought the house was on fire as the smoke-like stuff began to cluster in the corner, so he opened the door and was gonna bail, but when he opened it and looked into the hallway, the hallway was totally fine. No smoke, no fire, then he looked back into the corner, and all the clustered smoke had vanished.

    After that, some time later, he was in the bathroom taking a piss, and he heard the door open. Without looking behind him, he says, "Hey, hang on a minute. I'm almost done," but the door didn't shut, so he finished up and turned around to one of the most frightening things he'd ever seen: clearly, in front of him, was an apparition of a young girl in a plaid dress, and he looked up and up and when he got to her face starting from her feet, there was nothing there, and he could clearly see through her. Just a blank face.

    He was so scared he said he didn't even remember putting his pecker back in his pants. He just shut his eyes and ran to the door (that he thought was open) through the ghost, but then he ran straight into it because apparently it was closed! Frantically, he opened the door without really opening his eyes and scrambled to his bed, and he said he dove in like a little kid and held the sheets over his head until he went to sleep, terrified.

    Finishing this story, I have such crazy goosebumps. I promise you it's not bullsh*t, but nobody else believes him."
  • A Spirit Wants to Play

    "I'm gonna preface this by saying I went to boarding school for six years. This boarding school was in the middle of a one-stop light town and on a hill 800 feet up. The school used to be an old monastery. It was hundreds of years old and huge - four stories including a basement where there was a boiler room and long hallways.

    I used to be in charge of cleaning the gymnasium at night. Every student had a job that they had to do either at night or in the morning to help take care of the school. It taught you some practical things and all. Anyway, I was there by myself that night getting ready to start sweeping the gym. The gym had two floors to it. The upstairs part was the weightlifting area, and you could see it fully from the bottom part of the gym where the basketball court was.

    As I stepped into the gym, one of the basketballs starts rolling a bit. I look around to see if any doors are open - none are. I chalk it up to randomness, but see that it is continuing to roll. As I watch it, it makes a full circle around the entire gym and stops right next to my feet. At this point, I'm a bit scared, but figured it was nothing.

    I heard a creaking coming from the second floor and look up. There is a girl there, just staring right at me. As soon as I made direct eye contact with her, she bolts to the stairs that would take her to me. She let out a scream that I cannot describe. I was terrified and frozen in place. Thankfully, she didn't come to me, but took a left and bolted through the main doors of the gym. They didn't open - she just went right through them.

    I noped the hell out of there. I told some of my friends, but none of them believed me."

  • The Rocketing Orange Ball

    "I'm walking home from a friend's who lives on a country road a few kilometers out of my hometown in March 2001. Another friend is with me.

    As we walk, we both notice an orange light in a field a few hundred meters to our left. We both glanced at it, but both ignored it, putting it off as a tractor or farm vehicle of some sort. We keep walking when we both get a strong whiff of ozone. Both of us turned and looked at the field, just in time to see an orange ball of light a few meters round rise and then f*cking rocket into the air, soundlessly. We both stood still for a few seconds, then bolted like hell down the road, sprinting until we both nearly collapsed.

    We ran most of the way back to his place and told his parents what we'd seen. They pretty much laughed at us, and his dad suggested if we had seen anything at all, which he doubted, then it was probably just "ball lightning." No one else really believed us either, and there weren't any sightings reported in our local paper."

  • An Echo Suicide

    "I was walking to the local skate park when I turn a corner, just in time to watch a seemingly homeless man against a building wall shoot himself from under his chin. I ran like hell, screaming. It was like a 10 minute walk/run back to my house at which point I told my dad everything. He calls the police and drives to where I said it happened.

    30 minutes or so later, he comes back and says there was nobody there - no blood, no gun, no nothing. Three cops questioned me, and I got accused of lying at first, but the sincerity of my horror and detail led them to believe I was developing schizophrenia and hallucinated it.

    I have never hallucinated a day in my life.