50 People On ‘The Creepy Story I Could Never Fully Explain’



One night when I was around 6 or so I woke up in the middle of the night and noticed my little brother was not in bed, I went and told my parents and they said go back to bed. I went and looked around and no brother, so I slept on the couch cause I was so scared. The next morning my parents find him laying in bed and they were like “see he’s right here” although the window was open and they didn’t leave it open. Then my little brother woke up and told us “I was taken last night and then dropped back off” he is in no way disturbed by whatever happened to him that night by this day but the whole thing is just weird



Once I had an instance of sleep paralysis, and in my “waking state” there was a terrifying knock on my door…when it swung open, I saw a shadowy, cliched horror movie silhouette of a Jack the Ripper-style character with a meat cleaver, and it lunged towards me, waking me up for real. The next morning my mum was in the kitchen making tea, and I asked if she slept well…she told me that she slept badly, on account of this horrible nightmare involving a shadowy figure…. …yep…



One night when I was still in high school, I went to bed after dropping my dad off at the bar. That night I had a dream about a dog being in room, it licked my hand and jumped onto the bed with me and seemed to have fallen asleep. It was a really simple peaceful dream and I remember feeling comforted that I wasn’t alone. That morning I woke up and stumbled into the kitchen to find my dad cooking away so I plopped down at the table and asked about his night. He answered but then looked around kinda confused and asked me where the dog was. I asked him what he was talking about and he had told me that when he got home from the bar he peeked into my room to check on me and told me there was a yellow dog in bed with me. He assumed i was dog sitting for someone, and left it alone. I was stunned. Especially since I keep my door closed at night and the only way for a stray dog to get into the house, find my room and simply sleep in bed with a total stranger would be to jump over the backyard fence, make it through the deck gate and doggy door, then sneak past our super neurotic bulldog and somehow open my door. My dad and I still have no idea where the dog came from or where it went before we woke up.



It was nighttime. I was standing in front of a window in my kitchen, cracking walnuts. Suddenly, two plates in the sink shifted against each other. Then I heard my name. Once. Then a second time, more drawn out and filled with longing. But I was alone… I have chalked it up to some neurons misfiring.

However, to this day I still feel afraid when I hear two plates shifting against each other.


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