#1
When I was in the early years of secondary school, probably 12-14ish, my mum asked me to take a bag of suger over to my elderly neighbour’s house as she’d lent us some sugar the previous weekend. Being a bit bratty, I didn’t want to take it as I didn’t feel like interacting with anyone. But I took it anyway... stood at my neighbour’s front door (timber frame, frosted glass panel in the middle) and knocked. Saw her walking down the hallway to the door and decided that I really didn’t feel like chatting (so rude of me but anyway!). So I put the bag of sugar on the doorstep and legged it back to my house, obviously didn’t say anything to my mum about leaving without talking to the neighbour.
Three days later, my neighbour pops round to our house and asks if we noticed anything strange around her house in the last couple of days. Naturally my mum says “oh honey-bee went and dropped the sugar to you, I thought you’d have spoken then”. So I was caught out and had to explain that I’d rudely dropped the sugar and essentially ding-ding (edit: ding-dong) ditched.
Neighbour goes on to explain that three days ago her alarm was triggered and her house was robbed. She had been interstate and forgot to let us know.
It wasn’t her walking down the hallway to the front door but the people burgling her home... sometimes your intuition speaks to you in weird ways but that day I just did not want to talk to anyone and I still think about how lucky I am that I bailed when I saw that figure walking down the hallway. Who knows what could have happened.
Edit: thanks so much for the awards! Much appreciated.
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#2
When I was a child I was playing out in the front yard of my house when a white van pulled up on the road, the sliding door opened and a guy in his early 20's waved at me to go over to him.
Luckily I was a shy kid and got scared and ran inside and told my parents about a strange man in a van calling me over. My parents raced outside but the van was gone by then and it is was only as an adult I think back and I realize what a serious situation that was, I could have been abducted that day and worse.
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#3
When I was maybe 10 I was over at a friend’s house hanging out. Her neighbor was out of town and my friend was feeding the cat while they were gone. So my friend and I went over to feed the cat. Immediately upon opening the door, we heard someone walking upstairs. They were loud, heavy, slowww footsteps - like didn’t even sound human.
My friend and I just looked at each other and sprinted back to her house. The worst part was we told her mom and the mom didn’t believe us and made us go back and finish feeding the cat alone! We were terrified but did it.
When the neighbor came back, they found that their house had been broken into.
ETA: As for my friend’s mom’s reaction: we were in upper end suburbs in the early 2000s - at the time I think people thought these were incredibly safe with no crime (not the magnets for robbery they often were). It also probably totally sounded like we thought it was a monster/ghost! At that age we didn’t really understand what it was. But definitely in the future when my kids are scared - even if it’s a “monster” - I will know better to listen to them!
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#4
When I was little I was sleeping over at my friend's house. I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom (dark/far end of the hallway, away from her room). When I stepped out of the bathroom, her older brother was standing outside the door, in the dark. He never said a word, just walked up to me silently and put his hands around my neck.
Someone stirred and he dropped his hands. I immediately called my mom and left without even saying anything. Friend never believed me, and I never went back.
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#5
When i was a kid, maybe 10 or so I was home by myself. Pretty normal since i was a latch key kid. I was just hanging out and shooting a cardboard box with one of those cheap airsoft guns you have to rack every time you shoot. I hear a knock at the door, and see a bald man through the peephole. It seemed like he was looking through it and saw me. Being a stupid kid that thought adults could get me in trouble (do not teach your kids that) i opened the door. He said he had a leak in his apartment downstairs and came inside to “look for a plant or some reason for a leak” I was sketched out, and being a kid I thought maybe i should shoot him with my dinky little plastic walther and run. He said something along the lines of “huh thats weird” turned around to see a little boy with his hand around a pistol grip at his waist. That guy got the hell out of there! Nearly spun out on the hardwood. That was the day i either stopped a weirdo from breaking into my apartment, or the day i made my downstairs neighbor think the weird kid upstairs will shoot him.
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#6
Two days after I was assaulted by a man, someone left flowers on my doorstep without a note.
If it was him, he knows where I live.
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#7
My mum used to start at work at like 3AM and she was up at about 2-230 having her coffee, I heard her up and went to see her. She joked that she heard something outside and me being a bit silly opened the blinds up wide as a joke and there was a guy just standing there staring into the lounge room.
That was creepy enough as it is, but what sticks with me is the fact he didn't run or really react for what felt an eternity. While I ran to get my old man and brother apparently he just stood there and then slowly walked off.
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#8
Pretty sure I almost got kidnapped when I was a kid. I was 10 years old walking home from school and an elderly couple driving by stopped and asked me for directions. They were looking for the street I was walking towards, so I pointed them in that direction. Even though my directions were very clear, both were acting confused and asked if I can get in the car and guide them there and then they would drive me home. I told them it was fine, my house was right here (I lied). They were pressuring/guilting me a lot and being TOO nice about wanting to drive me home. It gave me a really weird feeling in my stomach. So I pretended to walk towards a house that wasn't mine and they drove off.
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#9
About 10 years back I moved into my brother's floor apartment. It was in the hood, but that never stopped me from walking to the corner store at night when I ran out of smokes. It was a 5 minute walk at best, I could see the store from my front door. Just cross the street, walk a couple minutes, cross a major intersection and you're there.
So I head out as normal. As I got to the store parking lot, there was a man in a car, demanding my attention.
Man: Hey. Hey you girl. Hey come here. Come here. Hey come HERE. COME HERE. HEY-
At this point, I had already walked past and was seconds from entering the store, and I hear him suddenly yell, "I LOVE YOU."
I just cringe a bit, but shake it off and buy my stupid cancer sticks. When I exit the store, he's still there. But something is different. As I'm walking back across the intersection, I notice that dude quickly pulled out the lot in my direction, seemingly pursuing me. I'm thinking, "probably just imagining this", but felt it in my gut. I turn to see him at the intersection, he pulled onto the same street that I was suddenly desperately running across.
The entrance to my brother's apartment was on a side/frontage road running parallel with the road there.
As I made it to the side road, I turned to see that guy was indeed following me, which meant he had to drive for a few seconds and basically make a weird u turn to get to me. But he didn't know that my destination was the first building there. I was already watching from my front door as he erratically drove down the side road looking for me, angrily swerving all over the place. I was terrified and super lucky that the apartment was so close. If I had lived in the next apartments over, I might not be here today. Now I know better and carry protection and won't go walking at night without my dog.
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#10
When I was around 13/14 I was home alone, upstairs, when I heard somebody busting open the kitchen door yelling “FIRE FIRE GET OUT”. I didn’t smell anything nor did I think that there was that could ignite a fire (I had ordered take out and all the things that could set a fire were off), so I decided not to get out, and called 911 explaining everything. The police came, and found muddy footprints in the kitchen, along with the kitchen door busted.
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#11
My dad told me to rake some leaves in our front yard when I was like 12. I ended up working for a few minutes then felt eyes on me (you know the feeling). I turned around and my neighbor across the street was taking pictures of me so obviously. Right when he saw me he put his phone down and turned around. I immediately ran inside and told my family- none of them believed me.
I’m 18 now and he’s still my neighbor and I have been creeped out ever since. I have to close my window blinds all the time still because I always feel like he’s watching me.
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#12
I grew up on a cattle ranch in a once rural town. Our house sat alone in the middle of a 200 acre plot of land, surrounded by a few small neighborhoods and some other small farms. There was a pasture light just outside the yard, visible from the living room. As a kid & teen I had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night and randomly walk through the house to check that the windows and doors were closed. It was the 90s in a small town. We didn't always lock our doors. It was just a routine thing i did to help me get back to sleep. My dad is the same way.
Anyway, when i was about 14 i was doing my checks, in the middle of the night, and i look out the window at the pasture light and there, bathed in blue light, was a lone man. Just standing and staring at the house. I froze for a moment then ducked down below the window sill, hoping he didn't see me too. I only waited for a few seconds and peeked out again but he was gone. I told my dad and he just nonchalantly shrugged it off and said that people will walk across our pastures all the time since we were in between two major roadways (mostly homeless or locals without cars). You can bet i started making sure the doors were locked as well after that.
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#13
When I was around 23 years old I was on a bike ride and stopped at a park to use the restroom. While I was in the stall, a balding middle-aged man suddenly stuck his head up over the wall and looked down at me. When he saw me looking back up at him, he looked startled (like he was expecting to see someone else) and immediately got back down and left. I finished up quickly because I thought something weird was going on and I had left my bike sitting unlocked outside the restroom door. When I got back out, my bike was still there but standing right outside the bathroom door was a 12-13 year-old boy who I'd never seen before who looked right at me and struck up a conversation about my bike (just pointless small talk). I looked around and saw that the creepy old guy was still milling about in the parking lot, watching us talking. I was barely saying anything (basically just going "Yeah", "Huh," "okay"), but the kid kept talking to me until the creepy guy gave up and got back in his car and drove off. As soon as the guy's car was out of sight, the kid said something to the effect of "Thanks. Bye!" and then waved and walked away.
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#14
This happened around 2008. One day I heard the voice of a young Indian man (about 18-20 years old) saying "Hello, hello ?" while I was using my laptop. I had always kept the camera taped over, used virus software, periodically checked the download folders, etc. But when that happened I freaked out that I'd been hacked and went through every possible safety check again, down to seeing which programs were currently running, whether the neighbors were accessing my wifi, was it one of those loud pup virus ads and if my camera or microphone permissions had been turned on. Couldn't find a thing. It happened two different times in the year after that. Same man's voice, too. I no longer use that laptop. And I still keep any laptop cameras covered, because god knows how that person got ahold of my computer :X.
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#15
I came home once from school when I was about 15/16 on a dark Friday night (it was winter at the time, so it started to get dark quite early). I was home alone when I arrived, my parents always got home late from work and my brother had football practice every Friday after school.
First thing I do when I get home is change to my PJs in my bedroom, which is located on the upper floor of the house. My bedroom sits directly above the kitchen. I eventually hear the kitchen door close suddenly, not violently or anything, just normally (in this case it’s the door that leads to the exterior back part of the house), and initially did not think anything of it. I knew it was this specific door in question, as it makes quite a distinctive sound.
I remember thinking it was either my brother who had possibly arrived early or my grandma, who has a tendency to walk into our house and then call for either me and my brother sometimes. Eventually, I started to get weirded out when I couldn’t hear anyone moving or saying anything. So I step out of my bedroom and call for both my brother and grandma on the top of the stairs. Nobody answered back and I still couldn’t hear anything. Weird.
I start to slowly walk downstairs and then stop halfway through, and I’m now facing the steps that lead to the living room, the kitchen is to the left. Suddenly, I start to hear what sounds like heavy breathing, like someone had just run a marathon and was extremely tired. It *seemed* to be coming from my left, so that meant in the kitchen. I was honestly completely unsure if it was my brain making these noises up in my head, as I was already feeling a little creeped out before I started walking down the stairs. I stood frozen for probably a minute or two just trying to decipher this supposed breathing I could hear. Eventually, it stops. Being now completely creeped out, I head back up stairs, genuinely concerned someone was in the house.
I grab a random object in my room to use as self-defense, just in case I ended up coming across an intruder (ridiculously, I think I ended up picking my bedside lamp as a weapon, can’t remember for sure). I somehow gained the courage to go downstairs, don’t ask me how as I’m such a chicken when it comes to creepy situations like this. I check out the living room, toilet, nothing out of the ordinary. I step into the kitchen, nothing either. Nothing that could indicate someone had possibly been there.
The only weird thing was that the kitchen door I mentioned was unlocked. My parents and my brother and I usually close both that door and the front door when we leave the house, but clearly someone had forgotten to lock it. The thing is, since it had been left open, I couldn’t rule out the possibility that someone might have actually been in the house, even for just a few minutes. It’s still something that creeps me out to this day, as I have no explanation for what I heard.
Edit: I’m not from the USA. I’m European.
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#16
I was alone by myself on a motorbike in a rural area of Cambodia in 1996, back when the Khmer Rouge were still actively hunting down foreigners and offering bounties to any local villager that could capture one. Me being an America white guy I thought I was invincible. When I had stopped to enjoy the view for a few minutes a logging truck had passed right past me, with logs in the back and when they passed me I could see a group of men in the cab with their eyes all lit up. Just as they passed me they slammed on the brakes and came to a complete halt. That’s when I started up my motorbike quicker than I’ve ever done before and flew out of there like a bat out of hell. I looked back and the truck was slowly trying to turn around but couldn’t really do it because the road was too narrow. And that’s the last I ever saw of them.
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#17
Someone broke into my house while I was home alone when I was 19. I found them hiding behind this 7 foot tall toolbox my dad had in the basement. I was about 5 feet away and saw their hands. I told them I was going to let them leave out the back door but I was calling the cops. I locked the basement door and ran upstairs, watched them run down the street with their shirt pulled up over their head.
About a month later we got back from a trip out of town and we had been robbed. I can't imagine it wasn't the same person.
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#18
When we were house shopping we went to this big house surrounded by pretty dense landscaping in the front. Bushes mid-thigh and such. We met our realtor and walked through the house for a solid hour or so then met on the front porch and talked a bit about what we liked, etc. We had parked near some bushes and the realtor (a petite female) had parked in the driveway.
My husband and I got back in the car and continued to chat while the realtor left. Suddenly about 6 feet away from the passenger door, a man stood up out of the bushes and walked into the house. He didn’t look at us or give any indication he saw us.
We called the realtor who in turn called the owners who said it was their son and “he doesn’t really want us to sell....” We ended up not buying that house and it went off the market shortly after. I still wonder what the hell he was doing, hiding in the bushes and I’m so glad the realtor had left before us!
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#19
I had a stalker in college. Had to move dorm rooms and building 4 times in the middle of the night. Friends would help me get to my dorm by pretending we were going to theirs and making sure no one was around when I’d go into mine. He found 2 of the dorms and left notes in my room. It’s been over 11 years and I live in a completely different state but every once in awhile I get the feeling I’m being watched and panic.
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#20
When I was in 3rd grade, I was home alone with my quadriplegic grandma from after school until my mom came home. One day the phone rings, and I answer it and an unfamiliar man's voice says hey justonemorebyte, did you just get home from school? I say yeah, who is this? Instead of answering me he started asking things like do you ever touch yourself? Do you like to look at girls? Being in 3rd grade of course I was like nope! and hung up pretty quick. I told my parents but nothing ever came of it. I still wonder to this day who it was, how they knew my name, and my whereabouts. This was back on a corded landline with no caller ID either.
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#21
Im a guy, and when I was 11 or 12 I was flying back home after having spent the summer with my dad. I was sitting next to an adult man on the plane. He tried to talk to me (now I recognize as 'flirting'), tried to put his hand on my knee, and asked me if I wanted to hang out once the plane landed. This was before 9/11, and my mom was waiting for me right outside the gate so nothing happened beyond the encounter on the plane, fortunately. Still creeps me out to this day though.
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#22
When I was 10 years old I lived in the middle of rural alabama.. we had some odd neighbors. Being curious kids, my friend and I followed my neighbor and his son and daughter one day when they left their house and walked into the woods. I was very familiar with the area because it was back when kids could roam free until the street lights came on. Anyway, we trailed them for about 2 miles, through the woods, across an old cemetery, and down a railroad. They stopped at a clearing beside the tracks and my friend and I hid opposite of them and watched.....
They started digging and kept pulling up bones and putting them in a bucket. We got scared and bolted. I immediately told my parents but they didn't believe me.
I'm 32 and remember that day clearly.
Edit: I forgot to come back to this. Had some major life changes lately.
I didn't expect this to get such a response. Thank you all!
After reading the comments, I would like to add...
This happened in very Rural Talladega county around 1999.
The neighbor dad wasn't someone you'd expect to have have a high school diploma at first glance. I remember him not being too kind to his kids sometimes.
After thinking more about that time, weirdest of all that hit me....there was never a mom. Again, that's just my 10 year olds memory.
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#23
One day during a break between classes in school, I went and dropped off my books in the classroom I was having next before going to hang out or grab something from a vending machine or whatever and was the first to do so since my last class was really close.
Right after I put my books down I heard an incredibly deep voice say my last name very slowly and clear as day, (I have a very unique last name, I doubt I misheard) from above and a little behind me, I figured it was someone messing with me but the room was completely empty, I did a quick lap and checked anything that direction big enough for someone to hide and the floating ceilings couldn't support anyones weight.
No idea what it was, probably just hearing things that aren't there but it was a bit creepy.
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#24
Two of us driving together - stopped to fill gas late at night - the gas station was closed. Beautiful summer night. I stepped away from the car to take the pup over to a grassy spot since we were stopped. Cute twenty something girl who was driving with me was filling up the car and standing illuminated by the lights over the pumps. Lone car comes tearing past on the road and suddenly does a screeching turn into the station and stops next to our car, opposite side of the pump. Very large guy, reddish beard, mid to late 20’s is already out of the car and halfway between the pumps, moving toward her when he sees me returning to the car, with the dog. He freezes in place staring at me. There was another guy who looked like his twin, sitting tense behind the wheel of their still running car and also staring. Neither of them moved a muscle after they saw me. They were not scared. Very tense.
Undecided, maybe. The whole incident happened fast. We both got into our car and drove away. They were 100% planning something unspeakable. Be careful out there, people.
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