29 Abnormal Stories That’ll Scare You Away From Any And All Social Interaction

If you search through Reddit, then you might find stories that you will wish you’ve never heard. After all, you don’t want to know what some people are capable of. But if you’re curious, here are a few terrifying stories.

4. My Tinder match tried to murder me

So, I’ve been trying out Tinder. Seemed like a pretty fun way to try and meet people. I met this one girl a couple of months ago, let’s call her Charlotte. So Charlotte was this cute little thing, dark hair and piercing blue eyes. Her profile said she had a thing for tall guys, so I started talking to her. Figured it was worth a shot to try and get with this girl (being tall myself). So I did. Turns out that this was the biggest fucking mistake I’ve ever made in my life.

I was talking to her for a week at first. This week was just a little back and forth flirting, talking to each other about our lives, etc. It was fun. In the second week, she started to branch out into other social networks that I had. She found my Facebook. No big deal, my Facebook is hooked up to Tinder. A few days later she found my Twitter, Instagram, and other things. Weird, I thought. They all have different usernames. I asked her why she was adding all of my stuff, and she told me that she really liked me, and thinks that it’s going to work between us, so she wanted to ingrain herself into my life. A little creepy, I thought. Maybe just really clingy and excited.

Within another week, we decided to meet up. She gave me an address to meet up at. It was on the other side of the city. She said it was her house. Okay, no big deal. This should be fun. Maybe I’ll get to meet her family, I thought to myself. It was evening when she wanted me to come over. I drove into the neighborhood and something felt very wrong. It looked like a really low income area, and a lot of the homes were in disrepair, some were even abandoned. I pulled up to the house that she wanted me to meet her at. I parked and got out of the car, stood on the sidewalk and stared at the house for a bit. There didn’t seem to be anybody there, didn’t look like there had been in years. There were no cars in the driveway, and the windows were all covered in one way or another – blinds, curtains, newspaper. There was an active WiFi network, though, so somebody obviously lived there. I walked up to the house and heard some shuffling in the garage. The houses around that one seemed really quiet too. Something felt really, really wrong. My conscience told me to get the fuck out of there, so I started up the car, fucking floored the gas and drove out of that neighborhood.

When I got home, I went to go check out her profiles. None of them really had any text-based posts, just images of her. No interactions with friends or anything either. The profiles looked fake, like the ones bots use. I realized that Charlotte was probably not who she said she was. I quickly deleted her from my social profiles and removed Tinder from my phone.

About five or so days later, an unknown number started to text my phone. Stuff like “Where were you?” “You never showed up…” “I was looking so forward to this.” “You don’t stand up a girl like that.” She must have grabbed my phone number off of Facebook. I called my provider and blocked/reported the number, deleted my own accounts and made new ones with more privacy settings.

It’s been a month since all of this went down. Nothing else has happened since. I’m still pretty freaked out about it. I move to a new city for school soon, and I’m just itching to get away from here.

5. I was locked up in a Mexican jail

I have an 8 year old niece and a 14 year old niece. My sister (their mother) is a single mom with a low paying job so my brother and myself have taken it upon ourselves to play the part of cool uncles who take them to do fun stuff. We always make sure to include my sister too so she gets to experience stuff like Disney World, ski trips, museums, etc. with her girls. One summer we decide to go on a cruise. It was awesome. We went to shore in Mexico and hit the beach. After swimming for a little while we were gonna go site seeing and grab some lunch. We all decided to change on the beach at the gender divided changing rooms. I changed and was outside the female changing area waiting on my girls when a dude walked out. White guy, probably late 20s, with a douche chin-strap beard and bottle blonde hair. I thought Odd – this is the girls changing room then I noticed something in his hand. It was a recording device.

Now I will readily admit… I have a bit of a temper at times. I grabbed his arm and snatched the camera from his hand. He tried to go all gangster on me and start using threats. I just snapped and started punching him in the face. People cant really make threats when you’re punching him in the face. Older brother shows up and is like What the fuck is TheStagKing doing!? Sister and the other girls walk out to find their brother/uncle fighting some guy. Life guards separate us and call la policia. I give them the camera thingy and after they download the pictures of nearly 20 unsuspecting women/girls (including my nieces) I’m free to go.

Mexican jail wasn’t that bad (I was detained for nearly two hours).

6. I was pulled around by a poltergeist

“I had a poltergeist experience in Southern Oregon. It was at a campsite, I had just gotten up to piss, went back to my tent, got into my sleeping bag, and was overcome with a heavy feeling of ‘wet’ static and heavy atmospheric pressure. My tent went from being relatively dark to pitch black and I could no longer see what was directly in front of me. I bent upwards, felt a hand across my face, I was pushed back down, and then I felt hands around my ankles. I wasn’t able to move, scream, or anything. I tried my best to fight off whatever had a hold of me. Nothing worked. Then I started sliding to my right. After being pulled a couple of feet to my right, I was able to let out a scream and move my arms. I tried punching in the general direction the hands felt they were coming from. There wasn’t anything there. Once I felt the hands come off me, the pitch black darkness went away, and so did the ‘wet’ static. I got up, made my way out of the tent, and didn’t see or hear anything. I packed up my shit and left.


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