11. My Sister The Sociopath
I was 4, my sister was 6. She takes me to our front porch and says “I’ll race you to the other side of the street… Ready, set, GO” I Ran. I heard tires lock up and look to my right and see a plume of white tire smoke, he stopped about 5 meters from me. I will never forget the look on the driver’s face (I’m 39 now). I look back to the house and my sister is still in the same spot on the porch, smiling. Bitch. Needless to say, she is a sociopath and I haven’t seen her in over 10 years.
12. Whispering And Then Nothing
It wasn’t me but my dad was heading back to Lancaster, Ca where we lived, from Vegas. I was only a baby. So he was between the Antelope Valley and Victorville. He stopped to pee on the side of the road in the pitch black middle of nowhere. He said he started to hear whispering. Then suddenly an overwhelming wave of fear hit him. He isn’t prone to fear but he said he pissed on himself trying to get back in the car. That it is the most scared he has ever been, that as he started driving his heart was slamming in his chest. When he got home my mom and grandmother were freaking out as it was now 5 AM. He left Vegas at 8PM, it should have been a 3ish hour drive since there was no traffic. So he lost hours of time and no idea what the fuck happened.
13. The Horror That They Did Absolutely Nothing About It
This happened in the mid 60’s. We lived on a dead end gravel road with out any street lights. It must have been summer because the front door was wide open with only the screen door closed. It was after dark and the whole family was in the living room watching TV. The “whole family” included both of my parents and my two other siblings.
My attention was taken away from the TV show to the sound of a car slowing coming down the road and a woman inside screaming the most blood curdling scream I have ever heard, before or since. I’m sure none of us decided to get up and look out the door, we were just there and looking in no time flat. The car had turned around and was parked facing down the road the way it had come in, no lights on inside or out. It was an older model car that looked very much like this one except it was painted black or another dark color.
The screaming just went on and on. My heart was pounding and I couldn’t catch my breath. Finally my Mother moved first and turned on the porch light. A long moment later the car started to slowly drive off on down the road. She continued to scream as the car drove out of sight.
At this point, my Mother shut off the front porch light, and everyone just went back to their places and sat down. No one said anything. No one did anything. I couldn’t believe my parents weren’t going to DO anything. No one ever spoke of it again. That’s the creepiest thing about that night. Not the spooky car with the screaming woman, but my zombie parents with no reaction to a nightmare in their front drive.