I was at a state park on vacation. The layout was kinda like a crater with a rim you can walk under almost all the way around. Had this major gut feeling of "yeah, not going down there." Later that day, a lady was killed from kids throwing large rocks/tree branches into the opening.
I was at a party my freshman year of college and some seedy people were present. The night was getting very tense, but no fights or anything happened. As the night went on, it became very clear to me something was going to happen. I told my friend it was time to leave. No more than five minutes after we left, someone was stabbed and the stabber was shot.
In my early 20s, I'd go urban exploring with a group of friends from college. One cold night in October, seven of us went to an abandoned, formerly state-run asylum. It was on a big campus with several large buildings. The roads were disused but not closed, so we were able to get pretty close by car, and luckily found a good spot in some brush to hide them in.
We were pretty bad at sneaking--people were talking, one dude was messing with a laser pointer, etc. Luckily there really wasn't any security patrolling, but I knew there could be other people to hide from. We went to explore one of the main buildings, 10+ stories tall, surrounded by a chain link fence. Eventually we found a hole and climbed in. Searching between the fence and the outer wall, I swore I heard twigs breaking in the wood behind the building.
We were basically trapped between the fence and the building, and the only way out was the way we came, which was also the direction the sound was coming from. Two of the girls with us were joking around, and the kid with the laser was still playing with it. I started to get nervous and told them to knock it off, but they were having fun and didn't care. All of a sudden there was this loud yelling like an old man in pain. Everyone shut up, and after a moment we heard tons, TONS of twigs snapping. Now I was panicking, and I yelled for us all to run. We scrambled out of the fence and back to our cars, sure that death was right behind us.
Looking back at it now, it was probably just a few raccoons going at it or a squatter who was more scared of us. But at the time, I never felt the need to run more in my life. We cooled off on the exploring for a while.
In high school, a friend and I jogged down into a deep wooded valley at night. We saw some guys from school in a car at the bottom of the valley. Legend has it that this place has evil imps so we thought it would be fun to scare them. We both started making these crazy "imp" screams and noises as loud as we could. They freaked and got in their car taking off as fast as they could leaving us in the pitch dark. Behind us in the forest valley many animals (or creatures) started making the EXACT same screams we made as imps. We both looked at each other and mutually freaked the fuck out. Ran all the way back to town which was about three miles uphill in the dark. Creepy as fuck.
Was having lunch in a restaurant with my mom and something just felt wrong. Told my mom we should hurry and get home and as soon as we reached the parking lot, a car smashed into the window and crushed the booth we were sitting in. Still think about that a lot.
My friend and I were only 14 years old. We saw a sign for a psychic reading and thought it would be fun; when we got inside the house, the windows were covered with newspaper and there were at least five locks on the door. We were told to wait in the living room as the woman opened another door to talk to what we saw was a room with at least four older men inside. We immediately got up and ran out the door and down the street and never talked about it again. It was a gut feeling of something we didn’t even understand yet, but we instinctively knew we needed to get far away.
Back when I was a teen a group of friends and I went out on like a Saturday night to this abandoned house out in a field. It was like something out of Blair Witch. It was clearly an old farmhouse, but it had been abandoned long enough that the gravel road overgrew. You had to walk past like, two fields of tall grass and some kind of water drainage ditch type thing to get to it.
We're dumb kids, but not vandals or anything. We just planned to go out there and explore a little. It was dilapidated but not to the point it didn't look like a house anymore. The house still had a bunch of personal stuff in it, like newspapers from the '60s and whatnot. It even had some nasty old curtains still blowing in the upstairs (broken) windows.
I was walking through the kitchen with a flashlight when I heard something move upstairs. Well, that was about it for me. I ran outside and stood by the front door, trying not to shine my light at the upstairs windows.
I told my friends I thought there might be something upstairs, so they all went to the stairwell (which was like right by the front door) and started daring each other to go up. One of them got four steps up before something shuffled from the floor above again. We heard a very humanlike groan and that turned it into a "f it, f this, f you" moment where we all bolted out and it was briefly every teen for themselves as we ran back through the field.
In retrospect, it was probably just a raccoon or some bats or something up there. But still not worth sticking around to find out.
My girlfriend and I were car camping in the woods, a nice spot by a rushing river. The evening had gone well and we turned in for the night.
Some time later I wake up needing to pee. I do my business and head back to the tent. I'm sitting on the edge of the tent taking my shoes off when I see it...
A vaguely human shape suddenly jumps out and I freeze. I stare through the dark at this shape, just silhouetted by the dim starlight, wondering if I'm seeing things or if someone is creeping on us. Then the shape moves.
It rises up, becoming a larger outline partially blotted by the trees. "BEAR," my mind screams at me. I whip into action, reaching for my knife with one hand while zipping the the tent closed for some paltry barrier between me and it...
It's then that I hear a noise over the rush of the river. "Hey, wait for me."
Apparently my girlfriend had come out after I did and I just didn't realize it.
I was on a second date with a guy who wanted to stop at his house to grab something and invited me in. He was super hot, but I wasn't feeling comfortable with him for a reason I couldn't put my finger on. We get to his house, and it was just...creepy. He was well-off, and the house itself was gorgeous. Spotless, and totally sterile. Nothing on the walls, every surface empty. No books. No CDs. Nothing. I ask how long he'd lived there, and he said "5 years." While he was in the kitchen, he asked me to go into his room and grab something (keys I think?) from the top drawer in his dresser. I got the coldest chill up my spine, and immediately stepped closer to the front door. There was NO way I was letting him come between me and the exit. He asked me again to go to his room, and I "laughed" and said, "No dude, I'm hungry, let's go!" He asked one more time, visibly annoyed at this point, and I proceeded to pretend that I was a bitchy "stupid" girl, and made a fuss about being hungry and what the hell was taking him so long.
He was pisssssed. So I walked out of his house down the sidewalk and made him follow me. We got to the car, and I kept pretending to be a bitchy clueless chick, and demanded he take me home. He did. In cold, furious silence. Then, when he stopped the car in front of my place, he grabbed my face to kiss me goodbye. He bit my lip so hard I was bleeding, and he reached under my shirt and twisted my nipple. I luckily got him off me, falling out my door, and ran inside to the sound of him laughing. I ended up with a bruised face and nipple, cut lip, and was scared that he knew where I lived, but I still feel like I survived a legit serial killer.
Years ago my boyfriend owned a truck tire repair company. He stopped by a customers house unannounced one day to try to get a check as they owed a lot of money. When he came out of the house, he was pretty shaken up. He explained the man's numerous other brothers were there (unusual), everyone was very jittery, but they cut him a check and then rushed him out. He had a scary feeling that day. Two days later, that customer and his brothers were arrested for a murder that they had committed the night before we stopped by.
That would be when my mother convinced me it was a good idea to go see a house for sale in the middle of nowhere. Guy showed us the house and then led us to the door of the basement, insisting we absolutely had to see it. From the top of the stairs I could see a bed and what looked like a semi-furnished room.
He insisted we go down first and in that moment I got this strong feeling of unease and just excused myself, turned on my heels and left, headed for the road. My mom said the guy got really upset, started to swear and sweat, and cut the visit short, so maybe my instinct was on point.
Edit: I did not leave my mom to die. I just figured out that my best chance was getting the hell out of the house and ask for help. I didn't think he'd hurt my mother, considering I was a potential witness.
A few years ago, I was an intern in a medical department and happened to be on-call that night. The nurses informed me around 1 a.m. that there was a new admission to the isolation room for a fifty-ish female prisoner who had pneumonia and likely tuberculosis.
The isolation room was right at the end of the ward and one would have to go through double doors just to enter it. So, in addition to being a room for isolation of infectious diseases, it was also really isolated from the nearest human contact.
I went in to do a clinical assessment, which involves a thorough history-taking. One of the questions I wanted to ask was if she shared her prison cell with anyone who could have passed on the infection to her. It being late at night and me being not very proficient in her native language, what I actually asked her sounded something like "Was there anyone else in the room with you?"
Right after that question escaped my lips, she smiled really widely, put her finger to her lips as though saying "shhhh" and then flicked her eyes to a spot near the window behind and above me.
This horrible chill went through me and I decided there and then that that was enough history-taking for the night and fled to the safety of the nursing station.
I was at a house party and the people hosting were aggressively telling people to have a good time and go to the basement. Like with a scary tone and a smile. Most of my friends left right away, and the one person who wanted to stay ended up getting mugged.
I grew up on a farm. Many times I would be walking fences and would feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up and I would feel like I was being watched. I've been tracked/hunted by bears both by foot and horseback a few times.
There was on time though, I was out on a trail ride alone after doing some training, which is something I did frequently as I didn't usually go far and was a great cool down. I was riding my mare around the bottom field and it was mid summer. The wind suddenly changed direction and picked up. I felt a sudden urge to get to the barn, now, and so we raced back there. By the time I arrived, a few mins later, I could see huge dark clouds coming off the bat. I untacked and put my horse out into the pasture and ran to the house. By the time I made it inside, it was hailing and storming so heavily it broke a few windows and dented the cars. Horses had a run-in shed so I wasn't worried. A few mins south of us a small tornado touched down. Never been that scared like that before.
I was camping with a friend in a backwoods camping area--not very many sites and they were all super spaced out. We had already been there one night, had the site fully set up, we had been hiking all day, the works. We drove into town to get some food, and when we were driving back to our secluded campsite, we passed a man walking out of the only road to our site. We both locked eyes with him and I got a super creeped out feeling. He stared at us like he knew us and hated us, but we had never seen him in our lives. When we got to our tent we went inside and everything we had in there was tossed. Our bags were dumped out and our clothes were thrown everywhere. We quickly realized both our hunting knives were gone, along with a bunch of our clothes. We also realized it had to be that guy we saw, there were no other sites or hiking paths he could've been walking from besides ours. We jumped in the car and drove back towards where we had seen him, he was gone. We drove a bit further and found a common area where other campers were gathered. We sprinted down and asked "have any of you seen this guy..." and described him. The people at the gathering just stared at us and didn't speak, giving us an even more creeped out feeling. It was at that point that I told my friend "we need to leave this place right now." Walking back to our car we looked over the edge of a guardrail and saw all our stolen clothes in the woods. We gathered them up but didn't find either of our knives. Knowing this guy was still out there with those knives and that no one around us cared freaked us out so much, we packed the car up and ended our camping trip early. No way were we staying out in those woods one more night!
My dad always taught me to use the right tool for the job. To my own annoyance. Like a four-year-old dug a tiny hole with a flathead screwdriver.
“USE THE RIGHT TOOL FOR THE JOB!”
Well, once I was driving home with a caravan from a gig my band played. We had a 15-passenger van loaded down with tons of gear, and it had a flat. I came up to the scene in a following car to see my best friend up under the van, propped up by a tiny jack. Turns out the van’s jack was busted and they used the jack from a friend’s Jeep Grand Cherokee.
I looked around and told him to get out from under it. He said he had it. I got more irate, and after two or three more minutes I lost my shit and yelled at the top of my voice “GET THE F**K FROM UNDER THERE!”
He came up, pissed at me, and while he was pleading his case, the jack gave way and the van slammed to the ground. He would’ve been crushed.
Was at a rest stop in upstate New York near Troy around midnight. This was before cell phones and GPS, and we stopped to use the pay phone to find a hotel for the night. On the way back to the car, a couple of random guys approached us from behind asking for directions. I told my wife to get in the car when I noticed two other guys coming towards the car from the opposite direction. I hopped in the car and drove away before anything else happened. Might've just been me being overly cautious, but I swear I avoided a mugging or worse by the skin of my teeth.
Used to climb up to the Hollywood Sign all the time. Took a bunch of friends there one night that had never been. This is in the late 2000s. Usually it's just an uneventful climb other than some fairly steep parts. This time was different.
About half way up I get a really weird feeling. Wasn't sure what it was. Two steps later I hear this quickly repeating whistle-y sound. Unmistakable. I knew what it was immediately; I'd heard it once before in Northern California when I was in elementary school. I couldn't see it right then in the Hollywood Hills, but I'd seen the source of the sound clearly when I was younger.
It was a fucking mountain lion.
I put my hand out sharply, straight behind me with my palm open towards everyone else. They told me later that they could tell by how much my body language changed that it was really serious. I leaned backwards while not breaking line of sight with where I thought the sound was coming from.
My friend leaned his chin up on my shoulder and I told him in the most calm voice I could to make everyone start climbing down very slowly.
I think, because there were so many of us, we got away without incident. But the absolute stone-making fear I felt that night was intense. Going from laughing and having a good time to immediate silence and maximum sensory perception. It was wild. Never climbed to the sign again.
I'm driving cross-country, from Pensacola to Seattle. I'm taking my time and camping out every other night (alternating with a hot shower at a hotel in the nights in between camping). It's early November and I've made it to the Horseshoe Bend campground in Bighorn Canyon Nat'l Rec Area - just south of the Montana border in Wyoming.
It's deep enough into the winter that I'm the only person at the site when I roll in just an hour or two before dusk. The campground is beautiful and wide open--the only trees in the area are in a small stand just outside the entrance. I choose a nice spot just a little ways up from the marina, and immediately go off hiking to take some photos of the canyon.
I come back as it's starting to get dark and as I come into view of my site, I see a car parked in front of it. Mind you, this is a solid 20 miles or so to the nearest town--the site is a good way off the highway. I'm immediately a little nervous, but decide to go down and introduce myself to whoever else is staying here.
As soon as I get near, the car drives off to the bottom of the campground and stops by the marina. Weird, sure, but I follow them down there to try and see what's up. When I get near, they again drive up to my site. Now I'm officially worried, but I have to go back to my tent and car regardless, so I walk back up there.
As soon as I'm close, again, they take off. This time leaving the campground completely. I've got my jimmies good and rustled, but I decide to try falling asleep with an antiquated shotgun within reach, just in case.
Obviously, I cannot sleep at all. I'm just thinking about these jokers coming back and bushwhacking me or some such crazy thing. Resigned to my overwhelming sense of unrest, I decide to throw in the towel and drive to town to find a hotel for the night. Chickened out, I have.
Once I've packed by the light of a headlamp, I get in the car and drive off. As my beams shine through the aforementioned stand of trees while I leave the campground, what do I see but that very vehicle parked right off the road, only barely hidden by the trees.
Yikes. I never heard about anyone getting killed out there, but sometimes I still wonder what might have happened if I hadn't been such a coward.
I was a 13-year-old girl, camping with my best friend and her mom by a lake.
My friend’s mom was not the world’s best mother, and allowed my friend to get drunk. I had one drink, so I was a little tipsy, but still had my wits about me.
It was about 11 at night, and my very drunk friend randomly decided to go swimming, so I chased after her to keep an eye on her and make sure she didn’t hurt herself.
And god, I’m so glad I did. Two men followed us out to the lake. We didn’t notice until my friend and I had swam a few dozen yards into the water. The men were very drunk, stumbling with their beer bottles in hand. They were catcalling us as they waded into the water, getting closer and closer.
My friend was so drunk, and wanting so badly to seem cool to these grown up men. Drunk 13-year-olds aren’t the most rational thinkers. At first, she tried to respond to their questions. But I knew something very bad would happen if we didn’t get away, so I repeatedly whispered to her, “They’re going to r*pe us. They’re going to r*pe us. We need to leave. Now!”
I think that finally knocked some sense in her inebriated brain, and she agreed to swim towards the shore with me (away from the men).
They called after us, asking where we were going, and my friend yelled, “AWAY FROM YOU!”
Back then, I second-guessed myself and wondered if maybe I had been a little dramatic. But now, as an adult, I realize just how much danger we were in, and I’m so thankful that 13-year-old me knew to trust her gut.
I was sitting in a park by my house at night with some friends when I got the sudden feeling to turn around. I saw a guy about 15-20 ft. behind us with his hood on and hands in pocket walking quietly and with purpose towards us. I had been robbed at gunpoint before, so my adrenaline instantly shot through the roof. I stood up quickly and started moving away from him as I said "Let's go NOW" to my friends, who kind of protested and the guy stopped and said he just wanted to know the time. I told him "nah f*ck that" and "let's GO" once again to my friends. We got the fuck out of there with the guy just kind of standing there from what I recall correctly; things get little hazy here because my adrenaline was really going, and I knew I needed to get out of there.
Could've been something, could've been nothing. Point is I'm still here. ALWAYS go with your gut feeling. Motherf*ckers don't just go creeping about like that when they JUST wanna know the time. F*ck outta here.
One night when I was very young and at a bar, I got quite drunk. Some guy propositioned me to go back to his place and I was up for it. I left my car, cuz he told me to just ride in since I had been drinking so much and we went riding down the road. It was quite a ways, and I started to question him where we were going. He said it was just up the road on the river.
He pulls over to the side of US 1 and points to a two-story house on the river. It was very dark and the only light was of the moon. We walk down the dock to get to the front door. He gets in front of me and is playing with the doorknob and as he pushes is it open he turns to me and says, "Please don't make me turn the light on and let you see how dirty my place looks." So of course drunk and stupid, I said no problem. And probably giggled.
He guides me by the hand up a set of stairs. We get to the top and he says, "I just have a mattress on the floor I hope you don't mind." And again drunk and stupid me just sits down on the mattress not thinking about anything. As I sit there in the dark I start to get my vision becoming clearer. Everything looks off. The mattress has no sheet on it and I hear a whisper in my ear, Get Out!
I jumped up. I ran down the stairs. I ran out of the door and down the dock. I ran across US 1 and up to a house that was across the street. I ran up to the door and started beating on the door and screaming for help. I turn and look and the guy is running across US 1 at me, chasing me. I start screaming more and more as now I'm afraid this house is abandoned. Right as the guy gets up about ten feet away, the porch light turns on. The guy stops, turns around, and went back to his truck.
Poor guy whose door I was beating on came out and saw me crumbled, crying on his porch. The sweet man got in his car and drove me back to the bar 20 miles away so that I could get my car. I never saw him again. I never even knew his name. But he saved my life. I know he did.
Went to a movie on Halloween when I was in high school with my boyfriend at the time. It was a huge theatre where there was a staircase all the way to the top row that opened in the middle of the row so you could sit on either side of the opening. My boyfriend and I sat in the back row on one side of the opening. We were watching the movie and around 30-40 minutes after the movie started, a guy walked in by himself wearing a big sweater and sat on the other side of the opening. He didn't really DO anything at first but he gave me a bad feeling and I felt uncomfortable but I continued watching the movie. I noticed the guy seemed really nervous and wasn't paying ANY attention to the movie. I really couldn't figure out why but he was stressing me out big time and I just felt like we had to get the fuck out of there. I told my boyfriend that I was probably being silly but I wanted to leave. As we were leaving we informed the staff about the guy just in case.
Turns out they had been looking for him as people had reported seeing a guy of that description behaving strangely in the parking lot earlier. The police came and he apparently had quite a few large hunting knives hidden under his sweatshirt.
My mom and I were walking our dog on a semi secluded dried up river bed (for context, I was probably 7 or 8). A couple approached us, and instantly something in my gut told me that they weren't safe. The man asked some weird question like, "Is it just you and your daughter here?"' and then proceeded to say that he took pictures of kids for a living and that he would love to have me model for him. I didn't wait to hear the rest of the conversation because after that I took off, and I'm ashamed to admit, left my mom and dog behind with the creepy guy. My mom was livid, saying how rude I was and how worried she was because she didn't know where I went, but the intense "leave now!" feeling that came over me totally clouded any sort of reasoning.
I live only a few streets away from my workplace. This guy came to my floor one day for a team meeting. Ever since then, he made a point to pass my desk when walking to the kitchen, which doesn't make sense logistically as the elevator basically opens right onto the kitchen. Keep in mind, this guy is a complete stranger, nobody had ever seen him on our floor so my work friends KNEW he purposely came to our floor just to see me. He would make excuses to be near me whenever I am in the kitchen, e.g. to get a glass of water whilst I am washing my dishes. He was always alone, never spoke to anyone, only watched me. This happened for about 3 months.
One day he happened to be downstairs at the time I finish work. He then knew EXACTLY what time I finish and waited downstairs for me everyday. He just sat there watching, waited for us to leave, then went back up. One day I walked out with a friend. We saw him sitting downstairs, quickly walked out of the building and parted ways, assuming he would go back up now that we’d left.
Boy was I wrong. My friend walked off in the opposite direction, leaving me alone. I had crossed the road and was just about to turn to the direction of my apartment when some higher power compelled me to turn around. The feeling that rushed over me just then; I had never felt it before. It was like a mix of all the most negative emotions in the world all swirling into one massive super-cloud of fear. When people talk about the flight or fight response, THIS was literally the epitome of that. To this day I still cannot understand what made me turn around when I generally never do that.
I was smart enough to go in a completely different direction so he wouldn’t know where I live. He walked a short distance behind, crossed the road and checked to see where I was walking home to! Another male colleague happened to finish work at the same time this went down, followed him and waited to see what he was doing. He confirmed that he absolutely followed to see which direction I was going, and then went back into the building once I had walked too far ahead. He would've only need to follow me a short distance to see where I lived.
This happened a few more times before I finally reported his ass and got him banned from entering all buildings associated with my company. Turns out he didn't even actually work for my company (external contractor) and shouldn't have even been in my building in the first place.
When I was a preteen, a strange man stopped and asked me for directions that didn't make sense. As I'm trying to help him, a van rolls up and the side door opens. I just booked it and never looked back.
When I was 14, I was walking home from school when a creepy older guy pulled over his work van, got out, was asking me for directions to a well-known local place, and feigning like he didn't understand what I was saying, in an obvious attempt to draw out the conversation. So that alone set off alarm bells in my head, but then he kept looking around the whole time, and I knew he was about to try something. Some lady happened to be walking from her house to her car so I yelled out, "Hey Mom! Can you come here and help give this guy directions?" Surprisingly, the lady actually came over and as she did, she yelled something like, "Your father and your big brothers will be out in a minute; are you ready to go?"
He looked panicked, quickly got back into his car and took off. Once he left, that lady told me she knew what was up and made sure I was okay before letting me use her phone to call the cops. Turns out I wasn't the only girl he tried to lure/abduct. My faith in humanity was both damaged and restored that day.
When me and two of my cousins went camping with our family (probably about 8-9 years old), we stayed in a campground that had a playground near our spot. We would often go, just the three of us, to play and go back to our camper when it started to get dark because it wasn’t too far. But one day we were playing and we weren’t the only kids there but this man (40s) came up to us with a dog and started talking to my cousins and they were very trusting. He kept asking them if they wanted hot dogs or cookies and where they were from and telling us that his camper was just over there if we wanted snacks. This guy gave me a super weird vibe immediately so I looked at my cousins after being quiet the whole time and said “I think I hear grandma yelling for us, dinner is probably ready” and they argued and were confused but after I gave them the "look," they just shrugged and listened to me. That guy gave me the heebie jeebies and we never saw him again after that day.
My car was stolen the very night I moved into my new house in a very good neighborhood. The neighbors had warned us that the neighborhood was being targeted at the time. They mentioned a women around the corner that opened the door for knockers in the middle of the night and they attacked her and robbed her and almost killed her.
We had reported the car stolen and did the police reports when it happened. Well, two nights later in the middle of the night, I hear a knock on the door and they said open up, it's the police. Well, since I had heard the story about the other lady, I was suspicious and did not answer. I grabbed my kids and put them in my daughter's room because it had access to the roof from the window. I called the police to say that two men claiming to be police are pounding on my door. They said there was no police in the area and they're sending a car. Turns out, these same guys stole the car and came back for seconds.
I did get my car back because they brought it with.
September 19, 1985, an huge earthquake hit Mexico City. Hundreds of buildings collapsed, and at least ten thousand people died. Every year, the earthquake is commemorated. In 2017, two hours after the commemoration, I was outside a classroom with some friends, waiting for our teacher. I saw one of my friends was uneasy, and she asked me to go to a small store outside the building with her. I could notice she didn't actually wanted to buy anything, she just wanted to get out of the building. We were just beginning to walk to the stairs when the earthquake sirens began to sound and the building began to move. The building we were at suffered little damage, just a couple of broken windows, but many other buildings in other parts of the city collapsed and more than 200 people died.