For the uninitiated, "creepypastas" are horror stories and scary experiences (some truer than others) that circulate through the Internet. While the legitimacy of these accounts might be in question, reading these in bed with the lights off is a sure way to avoid sleep.
Here are the freakiest, creepiest, and most disturbing encounters people had in real life - effectively, true creepypastas. You might want to keep the bedside lamp on tonight after reading these. These truly terrifying encounters could end up fodder for some creepy television shows.
"It was near Halloween time when my friends and I were telling ghost stories. My friend said she was going to tell a story about her parents' first date. She said she didn't like telling the story, since it was actually true, but we prodded her on.
To cut to the chase, the parents had spent a nice, if not awkward, first date, and around the time that they would have said "good night," the man in the situation - my friend's dad -suggested that they go for a midnight hike up Provo Canyon. He apparently knew the place since he had done a fair amount of rock climbing in the area. So, the two drove up the mouth of the canyon, got out of their cars, and started hiking under just the light of the stars since it was a new moon.
At some point, the man starts getting a "bad feeling," since the pathway ahead, which would pass under some trees, would be dark, and because it was getting to be quite late. He ignores the feeling and presses on. In later retellings of the story, the woman would say that she had felt the same feeling, though she didn't know the trail like he did.
A minute later, the feeling came back to the man. He ignored it again and started walking a bit of the way into the trees when his foot hit something "soft" in the middle of the path. Under the trees, it was too dark to see just what this soft thing was, and the feeling came back stronger than ever. Instead of finding out what his foot had bumped into, he and the woman both agreed to hightail it out of there...
Years later, after being married for some time, they were watching an interview with the serial killer, Ted Bundy. In response to a question asking him to describe the time that he felt the closest to being caught, he explained about the night that he lured a girl into Provo Canyon and had just killed her when he heard some people coming up the trail. He explained how he hid in the trees just in time, only to watch some guy walk right into the body, and for some reason, just turn around and walk away."
"A few weeks ago, my girlfriend and I were asleep, when I woke up to her saying, "What are you doing?" She sometimes talks in her sleep, but this sounded so coherent and urgent that it jolted me awake, and I asked what she was talking about. She then woke up and said she thought she saw someone at the end of the bed. Thinking it was just a dream, or semi-awake hallucination, we thought nothing of it and went back to sleep.
About an hour later, I woke up and saw someone standing on the bed, with the sheets wrapped up and twisted to their neck. I didn't know what do but the first thing that came out of my mouth was "What are you doing?" My girlfriend then woke me up. I had been dreaming the exact same thing that she did, and said the exact same thing.
I know it's the power of suggestion or whatever, but f*ck that."
"When I was younger, I had an imaginary friend who lived in this massive antique dresser. We'd chill out, and I vividly remember him telling me stories, although I have absolutely no recollection of what they actually were.
I remember one day talking to my parents about it. Dad traveled quite a bit, so he wasn't up-to-date with what I was into and when I started telling him about my dresser buddy, he wanted to know his name. It was something innocent like Peter or Patrick, but I can still see him going white in the face.
I drew Peter/Patrick out for him and the very next day, he and my uncle took out that dresser and burned it. It wasn't until a few years later when I found out my Dad's little brother (my uncle) also had the same friend with the same name who lived in the same antique dresser.
After a few months of the typical imaginary friend sh*t, my uncle started having night terrors and couldn't sleep because of Peter/Patrick. It got so bad that they had to move him out of his room before he managed to get back to normal."
"I was visiting family for winter break in Los Angeles. This was about five years ago.
I was heading to the bathroom on the second floor of my aunt's house when I saw my cousin, April, on the stairs. April was four and very animated. She was busy making funny faces while sitting on the stairs. I asked her what she was doing.
She said, "I'm copying the lady with the braid." I looked around - there was no one else, but us.
I asked, "Where is the lady, April?" She pointed to a beam running parallel to the stairwell.
I asked April, "What is the lady doing?"
She said, "Makin' funny faces."
I smiled and started walking up the stairs again when April said something that stopped me in my tracks.
"Her braid is around her neck."
I turned back and asked April to repeat herself. April pointed,"The lady is hanging by her braid.. She's making funny faces."
Then, April started making a face which I then realize was someone gasping for air."