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People Describe Their Creepiest Phone Calls They Still Can't Explain

We've all had our fair share of wrong numbers. More often than not they're pretty harmless. You tell the other person they made a mistake and then you go about your day. But sometimes, you get a phone call that sticks with you the rest of your life. The kind you can't explain. You know, the ones you can only describe as "phone call creepypasta" (or perhaps even "cell phone creepypasta").

Well, the good news is you're not alone. There are tons of people who got creepy phone calls. And chances are, theirs have been just as bad if not worse. Several Reddit users shared their tales of the creepiest phone calls they've ever had over the years. These are the phone calls that have kept people up at night for weeks or even years. Were they real people? Ghosts? Versions of people from a parallel dimension? We'll never know - but it sure is creepy to think about. 

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  • Demons Influence Death Threats Over The Phone

    "When I was younger my family was extremely poor and lived in a very old mobile home on some land my grandpa owned. This piece of land was in a very small town out in the middle of nowhere Texas and covered in woods. The town itself was your typical small country town where football was king and there was nothing to do but get drunk or high on the weekend. It was also the type of town, along with it being early '90s, where one didn't typically have to worry too much about locking their doors or setting an alarm.

    Now, our trailer was a two-bedroom and my parents, always putting us kids ahead of themselves, slept in the living room on a fold-out couch. My room was directly connected to it and my sister[']s room was down a hallway past the kitchen and bathroom at the other end of the trailer.

    One night, after everyone had gone to bed, my dad is woken up by a feeling that there is someone in the room. He looks around a bit and sees a large male figure sitting in the easy chair just feet from the bed. My dad quickly flipped on the light switch next to his bed and saw it was a neighbor from down the road named Carter. Carter was known to be a frequent drug user and was often in trouble with the law because of this.

    My dad asked him what the f*ck he was doing here and told him to get out and he responded. 'I can't get out. The demons are chasing me and your house is the only safe one.' My dad, who I should mention is fairly large and terrifying person, responded that if he didn't get out and get out quickly that the house would be a lot less safe for him. 'If I leave they'll get me! They've been chasing me all night. If they catch me I'm dead.' My dad's response was that there were no demons but that if he didn't get the f*ck out of his house that he'd be dead. From what I've been told, since I was asleep for this part, my mom also hurled a few threats and, while she may not be big, she was equally as terrifying. I believe it was her anger that finally scared him off.

    My dad got up and locked the door and watched through the blinds as Carter decided, since he couldn't outrun the demons he'd steal our old beater Suburban that my dad always left the keys in. He drove around for about an hour. We called the police and it took them about that long to get out to us since the closest police station was about 20 or 30 minutes away. He finally brought it back and was arrested and taken to jail. He was deemed crazy and ended up locked in a mental institution.

    The scariest part is that for years after this we'd get phone calls where all we'd here (sic) is music that would have lyrics like 'I'm going to f*cking kill you!' These calls lasted for years and followed us from house to house even though we always had different numbers and would even be in different states. We always thought it was him sending us a message.

    The calls stopped when I was about 12. I later found out that it was around that time that Carter thought the best thing he could do for himself was soak himself in gasoline and set himself on fire."

  • Grandma Called From Her Coffin

    "My grandmother died of brain cancer about 20 years ago. About two weeks after she died I was hanging out over at my parent's place and my mom got a call - no number, no unknown number, just blank caller ID.

    She answered it, got quiet, hung up and went to her room without saying anything. When I finally got her to talk about it she said it was her mother, saying she was trapped and please come get her because they wouldn't let her leave, over and over again, and then the phone disconnected.

    I asked her about it a few years ago and she denied that it happened for a bit and then admitted that it had happened two more times that year and then stopped, but she didn't want to discuss it anymore."

  • A Teenager Gets An Angry Call From Inside The House

    "It was my first time staying home alone while my whole family was out at my brother's ballgame (I was 13 I think). I'm on the phone with a friend of mine feeling so grown up when someone beeps in on the other line. I tell her I'll be right back, and click over lines. Then the creepiest voice I have ever heard says, 'Hello, little girl, I'm the man in your basement!'

    Honestly, I laughed it off and just hung up thinking it was a prank call. I was a pretty confident little thing, and my neighborhood was pretty safe so I figured someone was just messing with me, knowing it was my first time alone. They beeped in again, so I clicked over and heard, 'DON'T YOU F-ING HAND UP ON ME YOU LITTLE, B*@#!' and the lights started flickering and there was banging under my feet. I KNOW it sounds crazy, but my dog started freaking out and my cat ran away, so I assure you I wasn't imagining a thing. Our basement was actually just an area connected to the garage, it wasn't finished. I heard what sounded like footsteps coming up the garage steps to get into our kitchen, and I threw stuff in front of the door and heard yelling and what not.

    I kept trying to hang up and call the cops, but every time I tried to, he was still on the phone. My friend told her parents what was happening, and they ran to the neighbors' house to call the police for me. I sat petrified with a broken rifle, a butcher knife, and a baseball bat behind my front door because it's the only place in the house downstairs that couldn't be seen from a window, crying. Eventually I clicked over to hear a police dispatcher on the phone and stayed on the line with her until the police got to my house. There was no sign of forced entry, though we had a broken window pane on our outside garage door that had been messed up for months prior and my guess is he used that to get in.

    The police assumed I was just a paranoid girl, and they were going to leave me home alone after they gave an all clear. Fortunately a family friend had been driving by and saw the cops there and stopped to see if everything was okay. He gave me a ride to the school where my family was. They were skeptical that anything had happened, but we did get a security system not too much longer after that, and my parents both got cell phones too. This was '94 I think so cell phones weren't super popular yet.

    After that happened, I swear there was someone stalking me for years. I would leave my apartment locked and bolted and come back to find appliances on (hair dryer, stove), heat on in the middle of the summer. I lived in four different places, and would get strange phone calls at every one despite being unlisted. Cars would randomly be parked down the road from a house and speed up and slam on the brakes as I would run inside. I'd hear loud bangs outside when I lived out in the country. Nothing has happened since I've been in my current house and married, but I am still super paranoid all the time."

  • A Man Calls Himself When The Telephone Is Out

    "This one night when I arrived for work my supervisor looked confused and asked me what I was doing there. I said 'I work tonight.' And he said 'But they said you called in a few hours ago saying that you were sick.' I was a bit confused and said 'It must have been someone else and they got the message wrong.' After everyone else showed up for work that night it was a bit more weird, but we carried on as usual and assigned everyone their places for the night; I went to work in the control room where I usually work. The control room is the center of the prison that has direct control over the cameras, doors, phones and everything.

    After I relieved the guard on duty and settled in for the night, I looked at the message that said I called in. It said that I had called at 6:50 and said that I had gotten sick while out cleaning up after the storm. There had been a storm the night before and it was a bit bad, but not anything that I had to go out to clean up. It was truly weird.

    The supervisor came into the control [room] about that time. He was also a friend of mine outside work and we started talking about it, and how odd it was. I decided to call my wife at home and tell her about it while he was still sitting there. I picked up the phone and dialed. After two rings a man picked up the phone and with a raspy voice said 'Hello?' I did not know what to say for a few seconds. I looked at the phone to make sure I dialed the right number, and I had. After a few seconds the person said 'Hello?' again in the same raspy voice. I said 'Hello. who is this?'

    'This is Taylor who is this?' the person said. My head started spinning because my name is Taylor also. I said in almost a scream 'Where is Ann?' He said 'Ann's in bed. Who is this?' I dropped the phone and told my supervisor to ring me out, I had to get home, and I took off toward the door. I could hear Dave pick up the phone behind me and say 'Hello?' followed soon after by 'What the fuck!' rather loudly. I ran to my car and drove home faster than what was legal, my mind racing the entire time. I busted through the door and my wife was sitting watching TV and was shocked at me being home. I asked her who was there and she said no one has been here. After a rather long talk with my wife, I went to call the prison to tell them what was going on, but the phone was dead.

    I went back to work and when I came in Dave was acting weird and asked me 'How the hell are you doing this?' He told me that when I left, he picked up the phone and the person on the other end sounded like me. He kinda freaked out and hung up the phone. A minute later as he could see my car leaving the parking lot, I had called back from home and asked what the f*ck was going on. He said that I was a bit irate and said I was sick and did not feel like playing these games and was telling him to stop prank calling me and hung up. After convincing him I had no idea what was going on we went back to work.

    Later, I find out that the phone line for my area had been knocked down the night before by the storm. This is absolutely the strangest thing that has ever happened to me."