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 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.
Hunching Blonde Girl Watches You Sleep
"This one is from a teacher of mine. He's a great guy, but he swears on his pride that this one is true.
It was during his college days. He was living in an apartment with three other guys. They had been living there for a couple weeks when weird stuff started to happen.
One night, they had some friends come over, so one of them had to sleep in the futon in the living room. The friend was woken up in the middle of the night for no real reason, but when he opened his eyes, there was a thin blonde girl hunched on the ground next to him. Now, not much can make a 6'4" 250-pound tough guy panic, but this did. He just started hollering and yelling for his friends to come out as he grabbed for every square-inch of the sheets. His friends thought he was just messing with them, but his face said otherwise. They just hung out for the rest of the night until he calmed down.
They eventually ordered pizza just because they were no longer tired. When the delivery guy got here, he was surprised.
"Hey, this was my old place when I was in school."
My teacher chuckled. "Hey, did weird sh*t happen when you lived here?"
The pizza guy went blank. "Oh f*ck, you've seen her too?"They moved out the next day."
It Takes on a Familiar Form
"I have a little brother. He's three years younger than me. When I was in 6th grade, we were home alone during the summer time and playing around as brothers do, wrestling around, chasing each other around the house, etc. Nothing out of the ordinary.
I ended up chasing him into our parents' room, and we were throwing stuff back and forth at each other, having a little fake war across the bed at each other. Kid stuff. It popped into my head that it'd be funny to scare him by shutting off the lights. There were no windows in our parents' room, so with the lights off, it's pitch black except for whatever light creeps in from under the door.
I retreat to the door and decide at the last second that it'd be funnier to leave the room, turning the light out as I passed, and close the door behind me, leaving him in the darkness alone. Maybe scare him a bit. So, I did. I shut the door behind me as I turned the light off and left the room, turning around to listen to him as he panicked and wanted me to come back in. But, he didn't.
"What are you doing?" I heard him say. YES! He thinks I'm still in there, I guess. Haha. He didn't see me leave the room. I keep listening.
"Jacob, what are you doing? You're freaking me out. Please stop."
Hmm, that's odd. I wonder what he's talking about. I keep listening.
"Jacob, I'm not joking. Get away from me, and turn the light back on. Now! Or I'm telling mom that you scared me!" WTF? "Get away from me?" Did he just say, "Get away from me?"
Laughing, I yell through the door to him, "Haha. Dude. I'm not even in there!"
He screams. Loudly. Like he's been stabbed or something. I mean, a blood-curdling scream. I freak the f*ck out and try to open the door. It's locked. I didn't lock the f*cking door. Why is it locked?! My little brother is still screaming, begging me to help him.
I'm panicking. I have no idea what to do. I'm like, 13 years old, and weigh 90 pounds. I can't bust this door down. My little brother is in trouble; I have to get to him.
He stops screaming. I try the door handle again, and to my surprise, it opens effortlessly. It's unlocked. I open the door and turn on the light. I see my brother in the corner, crying.
After some consoling, and apologizing, I finally get him to explain what happened. He tells me that when I turned the light out, his eyes hadn't adjusted to the light yet, and it was just...dark. After about 20-30 seconds, his eyes started to adjust and from the little bit of light leaking in from under the door, he saw "me" standing in the corner, with my back to him. When he asked what I was doing, "I" turned to him and started walking slowly across the room towards him. "I" kept coming until I was standing over him, looking down at him. He said he couldn't make out any features - just a dark figure with a shadowy face. He saw a hand extend out towards him and grab his shoulder. It was cold. And very strong. It hurt him.When I opened the door and turned on the light, the figure was gone. It just wasn't there. I never saw anything myself. My brother is now 23 years old. I'm 26. And to this day, he won't talk about this event. We have friends who've heard the story through me and will tease him about it. He simply leaves the room, refusing to acknowledge it. He's admitted to me that even almost 15 years later, he is bothered by what happened that day. He still has nightmares from time to time. He still doesn't have any explanation for what happened."