Life is full of creepy, unexplained experiences, but it's rare that you come across truly unforgettable stories, the kind that haunt you so thoroughly you can never escape them. However, these creepy stories shared by reddit users definitely make such an impact. These particular horror stories come in all shapes and sizes. Some of them seem like they're out of this world, while others are unnerving AF. Being buried alive, suicide, high-speed chases, and the supernatural all make the list.
You'll be glad that they didn't happen to you, but if you want to vicariously live through some real-life American Horror Stories, check out this list of the creepiest, weirdest things that the storytellers will never forget.
Seen in a Dream
"When I was 15, my stepfather got stabbed right in front of me. There was an altercation in the middle of our street at 2 in the morning that woke our whole house up. My stepfather and my uncle were still up drinking and went outside to see what was going on. There was a young man kicking the sh*t out of one of our older neighbors - an alcoholic gentleman who lived a few houses down from us (found out afterward the young man was dating the older man's daughter).
My stepfather and uncle went out to break it up and in the commotion, my stepfather was stabbed by the guy. He stumbled back on to the porch and fell, and I tried to catch him. His blood smeared down the front of my shirt. The younger guy took off and we called 911.
We were in the hospital until the early morning. When me and my mom got home there was a message on our answering machine. It was a friend of mine from school, crying and apologizing for calling in the middle of the night, but she had just had a dream that there was screaming and a fight and I was covered in blood. She begged me to call her back. The time stamp on the message was the same time as the stabbing. This is in the late 80's, before computers and even cell phones really. I lived on the other side of town from her. There was no way she could have known what had happened."
A Really Heavy Thud
"When I was 7 years old my mom gave birth to my little sister. Me and my dad went to visit her in the hospital to check out the new family member. As 7-year-olds often do, I got bored, so my parents sent me to the kiosk right outside the main building to get an ice cream. As I was walking towards the kiosk I cut over the lawn as it was a shorter walk, suddenly I feel and hear a really heavy thud right behind me.
I turn around too see the warped mangled body of a man in a hospital gown maybe 40-50 cm from where I was standing. The man had jumped off the hospital roof after receiving news he had terminal cancer. My mom and a lot of the others in the birth ward even saw the guy flying past the windows. The guy basically just fell short of killing me with him. A group of doctors and psychiatrists asked me to get emergency therapy but I insisted on getting my ice cream and going home.
This day I can still recall the thud of the body hitting the ground and his body laying next to me, clear as crystal. I still tell this story sometimes, mostly when I'm drunk or high. I don't know why it comes up, but I think sh*t stuck with me."
"I worked with a lady once who was pretty old, I'd say about 70 years-old. Since our job was pretty boring, we talked a lot and she had all kinds of crazy stories. But this one creeps me out still. She said when her grandma died they had her buried in a wood box in the backyard, as was pretty custom in those days.
"Well years later they have a family plot in a cemetery and decide to dig her grandma up to move her to the family plot. She said when they took the lid off the coffin, it had claw marks all over the inside. The grandma had apparently been buried alive."
"I was at a mate's house spending the night when I was in middle school.
As expected we'd stay up to all hours, which didn't matter most of the time except the bathroom was right near his parent's room. About the only time we'd get in trouble was when someone would wake them up when nature called. To avoid this we'd go out the basement door and just pee in the woods.
The door stayed unlocked most of the time because we'd managed to lock ourselves out more than once. This was also compounded by the fact that we'd all wander out and find something to do in the woods on a regular basis.
This night his older brother was home and kept barging in the basement door and reigning chaos from above, so we decided to lock the door just to deter him. Not that it really would have kept him out, but at least he'd have to use the key and that took the 'barging in' fun out of it.
About midnight we heard the handle jiggling and didn't think much of it, figuring it was his brother. After about 5 minutes of off and on handle fondling (my vocabulary has decided to not function at a high level today) we finally hit the door and yelled for him to stop.
No response, no more clattering of the handle. Great, we can move on right?
Well about 10 minutes later it started again, and the process repeated.
This went on for about 2 hours, until finally after telling him to stop we just said screw it and ignored it.
He continued for about 30 minutes after our last attempt for him to stop and then just gave up.
Well fast forward to about 9am, we were just stirring and one of my mates had to go to the bathroom. If you've ever had a sleepover like that, there are bodies strewn wherever there is space and once the first person starts walking around it kind of stirs the nest.
We all started stretching and making our way to relieve ourselves of all the soda we'd binged on the night before. As I walk outside I grab the door handle to close it behind me and noticed it felt rough.
After looking at it I saw that the space around the keyhole was all but destroyed. There were giant scratch marks on every surface and the metal guides were bent and skewed. I asked my friend that lived there what had happened, and he said it was the first he'd noticed it.
Not really wanting to get blamed for something his brother did, we went upstairs and told his parents about the night before.
After his Dad went down to see what we were talking about, he went completely white and ran upstairs to call the cops.
Evidently someone had been trying to force the lock open while we were all inside. That's actually happened to me more than once on different occasions. What completely freaks me out about this time was that this person knew we were in there and that we knew someone was trying to get in. Even so he REPEATEDLY tried to force his way inside.
God knows what sort of person that was."