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



I lived in a small apartment with my boyfriend at the time and he left the bedroom to go to the bathroom, just around the corner. I saw him walk out toward the living room and didn’t think much of it. A moment later, he was walking out of the bathroom again and back into the bedroom. I chalked it up to just missing him walking back from the living room into the bathroom. When he got back in bed, his leg hit my leg and he jumped. I asked what was wrong and he said “How did you get in here? I just saw you walk to the living room.”

Scared, we both checked out the rest of the apartment, but there was absolutely nobody else there.



My Grandfather used to work oil fields in Texas/Louisiana. He said he was driving home late one night through the woods and a seven/eight foot tall man walked out of the woods (miles from anything) across the road and back into the other side of the woods. He was not a bullshitter, and never told stories. Ten years after my grandfather’s death, my SO’s uncle said he was driving through Louisiana and saw “an eight foot tall man, in just overalls and cowboy hat” come out of the woods next to his car and chase the car before he sped up and never looked back. These men never met or knew of each other. It gives me chills to think of what’s hidden in the American South.



My brother was talking about something to do with Princess Diana. I looked at him blankly from playing with my Barbies.

“But she’s dead. She died in a car crash.”



Little kids know things. It’s really creepy. One time I was waiting at a hair salon to get my hair done and there was a little girl sitting two chairs away while her mom got her hair cut. She said hi to me and then was quiet for a few minutes. Then all of a sudden turned to me and said, “Is your mom alive?” Even though my mom had been dead for ten years I told her yes because I didn’t want to have to explain this to a child. And she said, “But I thought she died.” I tried to ignore her after that because it was so weird.


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