Just when you think you have the world pretty well figured out you’ll experience something that makes you question the nature of reality. Whether you believe in the supernatural or not these unexplained incidents are endlessly fascinating to discuss because they’re as universal as they are unsettling.
So when an individual on Reddit posed the question “What’s the creepiest or most unexplainable thing you’ve ever seen that you haven’t shared anywhere?” people rushed to unburden themselves of their oddest and creepiest encounters with the unexplained.
All of these are perplexing and some are legitimately creepy.
Happened to me before on a dark back road to my house. There is no street lights, the road is very curvy, and it was about 2am. She was standing on a bend in the road on the edge while the cliff behind her was about 100-200 feet drop. There are no homes for about 2 miles up the hill. I was driving very slow to make the turn so I got a good look with my headlights, I make it around the corner and look back, nothing. Creepiest thing ever! White older lady in a white night gown just staring.
I was in bed at night woken up by the sound of steps on my roof tiling. I think I was about 13 at the time. I see a shadow walk past my skylight unsure of what it was. I look outside my side window and see a man dressed in all black looking out from the construction scaffolding. After a while he looks into my window and I try to hide. My brother also saw him. We never found out what happened to him but the police were informed.
When I was 20 I visited a town in Italy that has a number of medieval towers that you can climb. My girlfriend didn’t want to climb any, so I went up one on my own and was the only person at the time doing so. It was a sunny day when I entered the tower. There was a flight of stairs that wound around the edge of the tower and no windows.
Climbing the tower took at the very most 5 mins. At the top of the stairs there was a ladder and a trapdoor that opened up onto the roof of the tower. When I opened it, I found the weather had changed dramatically and was overcast and threatening. I forget it there was thunder or not, but I was genuinely concerned about lightning, being at the top of a tall tower in that weather. I cautiously climbed out onto the roof just to have a quick look before going straight down.
The roof was surrounded with a sort of metal “cage” of bars that were clearly intended to prevent anyone falling/jumping off the tower. I heard some thunder and saw electricity arc between some of the bars – not a blinding lightning strike, just arcing. I decided that the tower was imminently going to be struck and descended as quickly as I could.
At the bottom I was surprised to find the weather was again sunny with a clear sky. My girlfriend could tell I was shaken, and was amazed when I told her I thought that maybe there had been lightning: the weather hadn’t changed whilst I’d been up the tower.
I’ve started to tell the story a couple of times, but it’s just too weird to expect anyone to believe. I have literally no explanation.
I’m very much a skeptic when it comes to the paranormal, I’m not religious, and I’ve had no other “weird” experiences like this. In short, I’m not your stereotypical “Spooky things happen to me” kind of person. And yet…
When I was about eight or so, my family went up to a campsite near a lake. We went with several other families and they brought their kids too. One thing me and this one kid would do is search the shallow areas for crawdads. As I was searching I began to venture a ways out until the water was up to my waist. The water wasn’t too clear but it also wasn’t muddy and I could see the pale area of the shallows and the darker area where the water dropped off, but I didn’t know that at the time. I ended up stepping into the darker, deeper water and began to fall in. Before I could, a pale, slender arm grabbed my leg and pushed me back to the shallows. All I saw was the arm as it sunk back into the deeper water before I skittered back to the shore. I remember it as clear as day but nothing has ever turned up from that lake, no bodies, no drownings, nothing. My parents still thing I made it up.
A long time ago in primary/elementary school, me and my friend came to the school compound on a Sunday to explore. We came in the wee hours in the morning, and coupled that it was a Sunday, there was nobody in.
We were walking along a corridor on the first floor, when suddenly we heard this thunderous noise above us. You know the sound where you drag a chair or a table across a floor? It was exactly that, but it sounded like there’s multiple classrooms full of tables and chairs just moving around. It was loud. Very loud. And it was extremely sudden. There’s no reason why anybody would be in school, moving dozens of tables and chairs on their own on a Sunday 6am. We stood rooted, stared at each other for a second, and bolted.
After we got out of school, he asked me whether I heard a lady screaming in the corridor. I said no.
He didn’t hear the dragging sounds either.
My husband and I were walking in the downtown area of Seaside, OR. It was late December so it was pretty sparse and many shops were closed as it was a Sunday morning as well.
I stepped into a Celtic shop and it was filled with people, all of whom became silent when I entered. As soon as I crossed the threshold I felt heavy and “blurry.” The lady behind the counter said something to me and tried to hand me a pendant. Immediately, I saw darkness & dread, everything felt black, I felt like something was pressing on my chest. I had never felt such darkness before. I somehow ran out the door and as soon as I was on the sidewalk I was completely fine, as if nothing had happened.
My husband wanted to go in because he loves places like that and it was then I realized that I had no idea why he didn’t go in with me in the first place. We were newly married and had been walking with his arm around me so it was very odd. I just said, no we’re not going in there and dragged him away.
I have been to Seaside many times since then and the shop is no longer there and I cannot find the place where I remember it to be.
I used to live in a house with two roommates… let’s called them Anna and Erica. I lived on the second floor and Anna and Erica lived downstairs. Every night I would hear this “thud, thud” coming from downstairs. I would investigate and it always came from Anna’s room. I thought it was her doing burpees or working out at night (which seems dumb looking back). I never talked to Erica about it because I thought it was in my head and since I was on the second floor it never really bothered me.
Fast forward two years and we all move into a new house with another roommate. Anna, Erica, and I live on the same floor upstairs. I start hearing the “thud, thud” louder now. I go up to Anna’s door and it sounds like she’s hitting herself against a wall and whispering and crying or laughing. I also noticed when she left the room she had her sheets all scattered on the floor. I ask my other roommate Erica about it and she says she hears it too. Anna starts staying at her parents house more often, but every time she comes home we hear the same “thud, thud” noise. We started asking Anna about it and she makes up excuses like “I was moving furniture” or “my porch door was swinging open.”
After we started questioning her more, she only came to our house maybe one a month to pick up some clothes. It was so strange. I never think we’ll get an explanation.
When my daughter was very young (3-4) we were on a family vacation in a state park lodge. Our room had exposed wood ceiling beams to match the decor (important later). It was suppose to be nap time for my daughter but she was quietly playing by herself and just chatting away and the wife and I were reading on the other bed.
Out of the blue my daughter turns to me and asks for a piece of rope. I asked why she needed the rope and she nonchalantly replies “It is for my friend, the purple girl on the ceiling.”
My wife asks “What friend?” and my daughter responds “I’ve been talking with the little purple girl hanging from that wood up there <points to the ceiling beam>. She asked me for another piece of rope.”
Needless to say that nap time was over and we quickly exited the room.
My grandfather passed away several years ago after many years of dialysis. As he aged we were told this treatment wouldn’t last for ever and become less effective and they would had to stop it eventually. He was 83 when he passed, always fit and healthy and the dialysis kept him going a good few years.
He was unwell and taken into hospital, his dialysis was stopped and we were told it would probably be around 48-72 until he passed. So all the family made our way to the hospital and stayed in the room with him as much as we can. They made him comfortable and was plying him with drugs to make sure he wasn’t in pain.
As he nears the end he was in and out of a lucid state, most of the time in a slumber almost living memories, mumbling and muttering. If he woke up, he would stare transfixed at a point on the ceiling talking to god only knew who as clear as day and then he would drift off again. This happened all night.
Moments before he passed, he sat up staring at this point on the ceiling talking clearer than he had for the time we were there, holding my grandmothers hand he turns and looks her dead in the eyes and says “that they are asking him if he wants to take a message over to anyone? Was there anything she wanted to say to anyone?” When my grandmother said there wasn’t, he lay back down, closed his eyes and passed peacefully.
The whole room was silent. Every single hair on my body on end. I’m not religious but felt I should go straight to church and start praying or something.
My mother who has been a nurse all here life, many years caring for elderly told me that when a lot of people die they focus on a point on the ceiling and talk to whatever is there.
Her telling me that didn’t help at all. Bizarre.
I was 10 y/o riding my bicycle at dusk along the road I lived on which was parallel to a set of railroad tracks. I moved off the road as a car sped by and a beer bottle came sailing at me from the front passenger seat. I could see two young women turned around laughing at me through the back window. I flipped them off, and kept riding.
About 30 seconds later, I heard the train slam into them.