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



I woke up from a deep sleep at 4am worried about my Grandpa. I sat up and was thinking about him when my phone rang. It was my dad telling me Grandpa passed. I answered on the first ring saying “I’m up.”



Once woke up in the middle if the night to scratching noises outside my bedroom door, so I checked to see what was. There was nothing there so I went back to sleep. I woke up the next morning to scratch marks under the door like a cat would do. The problem is, I don’t have a cat



My mom dropped me off at my grandparents house while she went to take my brother to a basketball game. I was watching tv when I just got a weird feeling that I wouldn’t see my grandmother again. After having this feeling, I went and made sure to spend about an hour with my grandma, talking with her and doing crosswords with her, and ended up finding a lot about her life I didn’t know before. A week later, she had a massive stroke and died. I feel that God was helping me prepare for her death, and to find closure in the fact that I spent my final time with her in a good way



Every one or two weeks, when I wake up in the morning I will have a small scabbed up cut on the back of one hand. There is nothing sharp next to my bed and I don’t have long nails. To this day I have no idea how it happens, but it does.



I had this weird experience as a kid when my aunt came to babysit me. We were watching a movie in my mom’s bedroom and I ended up falling asleep. I woke up at 3 a.m. alone and went to go find my aunt so I went into the kitchen and saw her standing outside on the porch glaring at me through the window. Something about the way she looked/looked at me was terrifying, so I screamed and began to run back to my mom’s room only to be met by my aunt coming out of the guest bedroom where I guess she went to go to sleep after I had fallen asleep. To this day I cannot go into the kitchen in that house by myself.



In highschool, I was home alone one afternoon after school, laying in the familyroom on the couch, while all the pets were outside. We had a bar room that when if you walked out of the familyroom, it was to the right, which set it at the back if the house. In the barroom was our piano. All of a sudden it played three notes. Scared the shit out of me. I muted the TV to listen for more music, and yelled that somebody was home because I thought somebody might have broken in. To this day, I have no idea how that piano played on its own.


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