Most of us are familiar with the tradition of scary stories. Usually while gathered around a campfire, people will swap spooky tales about things that go bump in the night. These fanciful stories were just enough to scare you, without totally pushing you over the edge... But what happens when scary stuff starts happening IRL?We've gathered some real life horror stories from the internet. Whether you prefer paranormal activity, or tales of adventurous escapes of death's grasp, these real horror stories will make your skin crawl, and at the very least, rob you of some (if not all) shut-eye.
"My bedroom is on the second floor of the house. There's no patio/porch/overhang of any kind beneath my windows.
Couple of years ago I was watching TV in bed around 2 AM and heard a louder than usual 'animal' sound. Not uncommon to hear squirrels running around on the roof from time to time. Didn't think much of it. Kept on happening, and started to sound awfully close to the window and not on the roof. I ignored it for a pretty long time.
After at least 40 to 45 minutes of being irritated by the noise, I banged on the wall in hopes of scaring them off until I could get to sleep.
Just two quick bangs with my fist. Which were answered with two bangs on the wall right next to the window from outside.
Needless to say, I just about shit and jumped out of bed.
Now, my living room has a bay window, and is on the other end of the house, so I could look out that window from the side and see my bedroom window. I hustle downstairs and peek out.
I see a guy standing in front of my house, below my bedroom window. He's got a knife (small pocket knife) in his hand, and he's 'petting' the front of my house.
Call the police and wait. He never leaves the front of the house even when they roll up and ultimately disarm and arrest him without much struggle."
"I lived in an apartment a few years ago. Four units upstairs, four units downstairs. I lived upstairs, and the apartment below me was vacant. I kept hearing footsteps through the apartment, and I knew I shouldn't have. Nobody was downstairs. I asked someone to come over and listen, just to see if I was crazy. Maybe I'm just hearing other apartments since it's empty downstairs, and everything is echoing.
Wrong. I kept hearing the footsteps. This went on for a solid hour. Finally I called the landlord and the police. Apparently someone had broken in through the windows downstairs, and was walking back and forth through the apartment with a knife. Fucking horrifying."