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People Are Revealing Their Most Frightening Childhood Memories, And These 50 Might Give You The Creeps
There’s something about childhood memories that make them stay with us for a long time. Riding a shiny new bike, going on a trip to the beach on a hot summer day, planning for the first day of school. Can you see it? Their inherently sweet nature reminds us of that magical time when we used to let our imaginations run wild and move breezily through life without a single care in the world.
However, there’s another category of recollections we wish to hide in the deepest corners of our minds and forget all about them. A few months ago, Redditor Hugosimpon decided to delve into precisely such cases. They invited members of the Ask Reddit community to share their creepiest and most haunting memories from when they were kids, and people immediately jumped into the comment section.
From traumatic experiences to events they have no explanation for, dozens of people were flooded with past accounts of unexplainable phenomena. We have gathered some spine-chilling responses from the thread to share with you, so get ready to go down this fright-inducing memory lane where scary monsters are only the beginning. Just to warn you, though, some of these stories aren’t for the faint of heart, so read them with caution! Keep reading to also find our in-depth interview about childhood memories with psychotherapist Laura Cavanagh. And if you have any similar experiences to share of your own, be sure to tell us all about them in the comments, we’re here to listen.
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#1
I used to hang out at a bookstore/coffeeshop when I was 13-14.
I had many instances of middle-aged women hitting on me. A few offered to take me out for lunch or buy the books I was looking at. One offered to take me back to her place so we could have a dip in her hottub.
I think the thing that creeps me out the most is that female pedophiles have so little fear of getting caught, and feel like its ok to rape a minor just because their a woman.
It also creeps me out that whenever I tell people about this, 20% of the comments are "yeah wow, that's nuts.... so anyway" and 80% of the time its "SO DID YOU F**K THAT MILF BRO?"
If it was 45 year old men asking a 13 year old girl out for lunch or over for a swim in their hottub he'd be the subject of a national manhunt.
May light defeat the darkness 2 years ago
These kind of twisted people should be put down. I have read a comment here in BP about how we put down animals that bit people but not pedo’s who permanently scar a child for life.
#2
I used to swim in the river in our town with my father . Everyone was doing it back then. I was about 7 y.o. and we went to our swimming tour. When we got out i touched something creepy with my foot and asked my dad to check. He pulled out a dead bloated guy. I had nightmares for years
We reached out to Laura Cavanagh, a psychotherapist and psychology professor at Seneca College in Toronto, to learn more about childhood memories and their effect on our lives. "The poet William Wordsworth once said 'the child is the father of the man,' and Sigmund Freud — who is probably the most famous figure in the field of psychology, living or dead — certainly agreed that this was true," she told Bored Panda. "What Freud meant by this was that the early experiences of childhood have a profound, lifelong impact upon us, determining our developmental trajectory and course in life."
Psychotherapist Cavanagh pointed out that the idea of our early years being formative is widely accepted within popular culture, so for many of us, it seems like common sense. But in reality, things are a bit more complicated.
"It is only relatively recently that we have understood the dramatic impact of early childhood experiences," she said. Since memories from our infancy and toddlerhood are pretty patchy, it led many to believe that what happened in that period of our lives is less important compared to events from middle childhood, adolescence, and beyond. "Freud flipped this notion on its head when he theorized that not only were our early years critically important but that they would continue to shape us for the rest of our lives," Cavanagh added.
#3
I don't remember exactly how young I was at the time but it was really young. At the time my parents both worked full time and my very old grandmother lived with us and took care of me during the day. I was an only child at that time. We lived in flats.
Throughout the day grandmother would take long baths and I'd be seated in front of the TV till she got out and played with me. This one time she took much longer than usual. At some point after calling out to her and getting no response, I went to the bathroom door and knocked. When she didn't come out, I went in.
She was submerged to her chin. Her body was twisted. Her face was so contorted it looked like she was in agony. Her lips were completely skewed to one side of her face and her eyes were ... Idk.. just blank. I don't remember what happened next. But whenever my parents recounted the story they say I ran out screaming bloody murder out of the flat. Neighbors heard me, called an ambulance and my parents.
She had a stroke and would be bedridden for the rest of the her life. She died a year or so later I think. It's weird, I can't really remember what she looked like anymore but her face that time stuck with me. Parents told me I didn't speak for weeks afterwards.
#4
When I was 8 year's old I was going to the shop near my house and I was about 15 steps away from the shop when an unknown man said to me to shake his hand,I did and then he pulled me and starting dragging me, I was shocked so I couldn't say anything and then a man came asking what was wrong and the unknown man said that I was his son and he didn't give me permission to go to the shop and was taking me home and at that point I lost it,I bit his hand and he let go of me and then I said to him " I don't know you " while running back to my house.
Still haunts me to this day...
#5
i got my first bikini when i was 5 or 6. i loved that bathing suit. i only got to wear it once because the comments my dad and his friends were making were making me violently uncomfortable.
i didn’t wear another bikini until i was in high school, and my dad still makes comments about my body.
on more than one occasion he’s called me sexy and has mistaken me for not his child when i dress up sometimes and will make comments to other people.
im not sure if this counts as creepy but that’s the first thing that i thought of.
Studies show that Freud was right. According to the professor, he may have overstated by saying that our destiny was more or less set in stone by the age of five, but was certainly correct about the outsized influence of those early years. "Research in the field of developmental psychology, particularly in areas of infant attachment (which looks at how parent-infant bonding in the first year affects our developmental trajectory), has shown that these early experiences affect us throughout the course of our entire lives."
When it comes to disturbing and haunting childhood memories, they have a profound effect on our lives. "Whether we consciously remember these events or not, they are stored in our bodies and wired into our brains. They have the power to affect us, even if we aren’t able to recall them consciously. Frightening and traumatic experiences in childhood literally rewire our brain, so these memories have a profound effect on our behavior, even if they remain buried in our unconscious," Cavanagh told us.
#6
I remember when I was about 12 onward I'd randomly wake up in the middle of the night to my (abusive) mother standing in the doorway. She had this look she would give when she was particularly messed up between the alcohol and opioids and sleeping pills she'd mix. It was absolutely satanic. On multiple occasions I would wake up to her just staring at me, but way longer than just to "check" on me. She would just stand there for what seemed like forever, and if I even slightly moved she'd scream at me for being awake and punish me.
One day my dad called me out to the living room and my mother is there looking pretty concerned telling him he was taking things to far. He tells me "Your mom says you've been laying in bed crying at night because you're afraid someone's going to come in your room and kill you? What's that about?"
I was totally confused and just blew it off as one of my mom's drunk/high delusions and told him I absolutely didn't. It wasn't until I was an adult that I realized that whenever my mother said something about someone else, she was projecting. Like she told me for years that she suspected that my dad was cheating on her. She was actually cheating on him.
B***h was probably getting f****d up out of her mind and thinking about killing me in my own bed.
No. We don't talk any more and I've informed her I will use whatever force necessary to remove her from my property if she ever gets it in her head to show up.
Dandelion Girl 2 years ago (edited)
That woman sounds really messed up! Hope you're doing better now and you feel safe
#7
I have vague memories of arriving home, changing out of my school uniform, and immediately going to bed
One of those times my mom checked me out and she saw bruises on my thighs but when she went to talk, the school principal told her not to worry
Eye, my mother couldn't change schools, so easily because I grew up in a rural area
Some time later, my mother made me go to a psychologist and he confirmed to my mom that i had been abused by a school teacher
My brain blocked those memories as a defense
They finally arrested that teacher because my mom, along with other moms, denounced the guy
Florence Ogrady 2 years ago
Thank your Mom. She did what moms are supposed to do. Protect their children.
#8
I was nearly kidnapped by someone who drove up to my house and tried to entice me to come up to him at his car when I was about 5 or 6. I was playing in the yard by myself. Said he wanted me to show him on a map where a certain street was. Had his car door open and everything. Thank God I went inside to get my mom to help him because he was gone when she and I came back.
T Lee Mac 2 years ago
Smart girl. A man asked to take a picture of me pushing my brother on the swings at the park one morning. I jumped off the swing, grabbed my brother’s hand and went home to get my mom. He was still at the park. He was actually a reporter and wanted to take a picture for his M’Morning Romp’ article where he meets different people, takes their pic and does a little write up. He got his picture and our names for the article then the school bus showed up and we went to school. Mom bought 4 copies of the paper. We were on page 3. This was a good thing but I’m still glad I went and grabbed my mom just like you did. Very smart girl.
While people say that kids are resilient little creatures, this is not actually the case. There’s often a delayed effect between when a child experiences a stressor and when the result of that stressor is evident. "Freud actually recognized this phenomenon: he said that middle childhood was a 'latency period' where everything seems fine, but you won’t see the impact of negative early experiences until adolescence or beyond."
Cavanagh mentioned an important case of research on the impact of Adverse Childhood Experiences (ACEs) by a physician Dr. Vincent Felitti who noticed that many of his obese adult clients reported abuse in childhood. "His patients recognized that their weight was a problem, but they also spoke of it as having once been a solution (for example, having gained weight to be invisible or to no longer be seen as an object of sexual desire)," she noted.
#9
My brother was murdered by his girlfriend when they where both drunk and high. I was merely 11, by brother had been 17 going on 18. I found him. Beaten to death by her. The creepiest moment of my life will always be seeing him like that. He was just coated in blood, cold, looked afraid. The creepiest part was hearing his last, wheeze of a breath. Its obviously stuck with me. If anyone has any questions, id be happy to answer.
Jo Ellen Washburn 2 years ago
This is tragic. I'm so sorry you experienced this and also lost your brother.
#10
When I was 10 years old, a new family moved into our neighborhood. They were odd, but I became friends with their daughter, and she'd tell me that her house was haunted. I was intrigued, but given their weirdness, I thought nothing of it. One day, I was playing in the yard with her when a disheveled-looking man came running out their front door, followed by her parents. The man proceeded to run full speed into the woods, with her dad yelling at him. That man had been living in their attic and was keeping it locked from the inside. The dad finally pried it open and chased him off. To this day, I check under, inside, above, behind, and outside every house I have ever lived in and regularly clear corners when I get home.
#11
When I was 16, my room was right at the top of very steep stairs. Like, you're at the top of the stairs, turn right without moving and you're in my doorway. I didn't have an actual door, it was a curtain stapled to the ceiling. My mom is obese and never came up this steep stairs. My mom and step-dad were abusive physically, mentally, and emotional.
Well, im sitting there in my room chillin on the computer, and I looked over because I saw the curtain swing open. My mom was sitting sloppily in the doorway leaning on the side of it. I had no idea at the time, but she was super high from meth and cocaine. Her face was saggy and looked kinda grey and red, she kinda looked half dead and half possessed. I asked her what she was doing there and she responded with "You should have tried harder to kill yourself, you can't even do that right. You're the reason our lives are horrible and your the reason we can't feed your brothers cuz you cost too much money to take care of. You're worthless. A complete waste of space. Try harder next time".
I was used to hearing her say bad things about me, but she had never flat out tell me to try to kill myself again. I was honestly more shocked she was up there in the first place and concerned cuz the way she looked, and me not knowing she was on drugs, I thought she was sleepwalking.
I didn't want her to fall down the stairs, her being in that state so I went over and said "let's get you back downstairs". I went to put my arm around her to help her up and she jerked away while saying " get the FUVK away from me " and then she feel down roughly 40 very steep stairs. I was so scared for her cuz she could have died and she was sitting at the bottom of the stairs just screaming and crying hysterically in pain. From the base of the stairs to the living room where her chair was was about a 10 second walk and it took over an hour and a half for me to carry her (again, she was pretty big) to her chair. No one else helped.
Turns out she broke her ankle in 5 spots. Yikes. A few years ago, I was 25. I had gained alittle more wisdom about the world and the things that happened in my childhood not being normal/so extreme. This was not the first time s**t got crazy. I was used to it. I realized she was on drugs. I confronted her about it and she said yes. I asked her if thats why she said those things and asked if thats why the situation happened and she said im full of s**t, she would never do or say anything so awful to me. It turned into a fight until my brother spoke up, overhearing us. His room was at the top of the staira...walk bout 3 feet forward, instead of turning right and you're in his room....the stairway was right on the edge of his room and mine. He said "Mom. I was there. It happened. I heard the whole thing. I just pretended to sleep." And she was floored.
Now, im turning 28 in 1 week, and at this moment, my mom has been clean for almost 3 years (my birthday is May 1st and her "sober anniversary " is May 17th). Now that's she is drug free she has been the most caring, lovely, genuinely kind soul. We have had dozens and dozens of very productive conversations about our past both individually and collectively. She has divorced my step dad and is living on her own in the same apartment complex as me, actually. She is a volunteer AA and NA (narcotics anonymous) representative, trying to help others now that they helped her so much.
I never thought I'd see the day when I would feel her love. I work in the Emergency Room in a small town and im alone and bored most days. Even today, as I was typing this on my phone at work, I had to put my phone down because she came and surprised me with coffee to help me get through the shift alittle easier, give me hugs and kisses, and a short lovely conversation.
Things are so much better now, but I will never forget that encounter. The whole thing was bad, but I will never forget that half dead, demonic look. It still haunts me, but im so glad its gone.
Professor Cavanagh, who has extensive experience working with addictions, sees a similar pattern with clients opening up about substance abuse. "They recognize that it has come to a point where it is destroying their lives, but they will often speak of how it started as a coping mechanism that worked for a time – to deal with haunting childhood memories, to cope with pain, or to manage anxiety."
"Felitti's peers were extremely skeptical of his observations, but Felitti was sure he was on to something important. He conducted a large-scale study on the impact of childhood abuse, and, later, other adverse childhood experiences," she continued. "He found that [ACEs] were correlated with a range of negative outcomes in adulthood — outcomes related to physical health, mental health, and psychosocial well-being." If you’re interested in your own ACEs score, be sure to check it out right here.
#12
Used to holiday in the Scottish Highlands. Friends of the family had a cottage there in the middle of nowhere. It was always creepy just because it was so isolated. Anyway, one day I went outside and heard the most unearthly sound I have ever experienced. It sounded like a robot demon cackling insanely while simultaneously crying in agony. It just sounded...wrong. I went inside, white as a sheet, and told my dad. He grabbed a stick (LOL) said "come on!" and set off to find the source. We homed in on the sound and saw it was coming from the area close to the water tank which filled from the stream and supplied the cottage. There was clearly something not from this world stuck inside the tank. We nervously approached and circled the tank. My dad suddenly said "ahhhh" and strides confidently to the tank. Now, I don't fully understand the setup of the water system, but there was some kind of small vent pipe on the tank. A large leaf had got stuck in the pipe and created a reed (like a woodwind instrument) and the tank was acting like a giant amplifier/ reverb chamber. The sound was channeled down the valley the stream was in and straight to the cottage. I can still hear the sound in my head as I type this - absolutely demonic. I still want to know how my dad thought he was going to tackle a slobbering hellbeast with a 3ft stick!
#13
Going to the bathroom in a department store. Sat down on the toilet to poop and just had a weird feeling. I bent down to look through a hole in the divider wall and I saw a eyeball staring back.
#14
I was in grade 11 and left school a little later than I usually do for no reason that I can remember. As I almost got home I deviated from my usual path home for some reason. I rounded a corner and saw my neighbors little sister talking to a strange man (she was in like grade 5 or 6 at the time)...she looked over and saw me and had this look of extreme relief and screamed my name and ran towards me and hugged me. The man ran away. I never forgot that day and always think about what could have happened. I walked with her when I could to and from school for awhile after that.
"What I find with my clients is that it is not so much that people can’t recall their unpleasant childhood memories, but that they have difficulty contextualizing them. People will minimize what has happened to them, underestimate the seriousness of what they experienced, or compare themselves to someone that they think had it 'worse'. Talking about it helps to put it in context. When people are able to acknowledge a memory as painful, it makes it easier to process how it impacts them today, and how to let it go."
#15
Okay so there’s a few bits of context;
Growing up I looked older than I was but it doesn’t change anything really, I was around 10 but I looked about 11/12.
I usually walked an old lady’s dog at the time, small pug around the block and she was super nice and payed me £1 for it.
I decided to go to my local shop which was only a 5 minute walk from my house.
Some guy came in while I was looking at the sweets and started talking to me, it was a long time ago I can’t remember the conversation but I remember parts of the more creepy bits.
He offered to buy me sweets, and a few fizzy drinks.
And being the glutinous 10 year old I was I accepted, payed around £20 on sweets alone.
He somehow knew I had a much younger sister and asked if she liked Bon-Bon’s I replied that I didn’t know but she probably couldn’t eat them yet.
And then when we got to the drinks he asked “what school do you go to?”
Keep in mind I’m 10, I’m alone at this shop and I didn’t know this guy.
I just pretended I didn’t know, but then he said my school.
“You go to [school]” right?”
My heart dropped for a second since again never seen this man before in my life.
I stupidly (probably put other kids in danger if this man had bad intentions.) said I went to a school down the hill from my actual school.
He then asked where I lived, and then it sorta clicked for me.
If my parents knew who this man was and he lived around the area he’d probably know where I stayed so why did he ask?
I replied next to the train station (opposite) and again he replied with another answer that scared me.
“I’ve seen you walking from [my street]”
As a 10 year old I was terrified not only from the fact 1. Why would he spend £20 on sweets alone (all together the drinks,sweets, crisps came to almost £30) but why is he asking questions to me, someone he didn’t know expecting an answer he knew.
I nervously laughed and once he payed he asked if I wanted him to walk me home since it was late.
(It was mid summer between 7-9pm so still light enough I could see)
I declined and told him my dad was waiting for me.
I walked down a certain street that turns to the trainstation but also turns to my actual street, also the same street friends, and other people who knew me lived so I felt more safe.
He did however walk me to the start of the street, but before the turn I said my dad was at the end waiting for me in his car.
I ran home, never talked about it to my mum.
She did question me about where I had gotten the stuff from I lied and said I found money.
Never saw him again, like EVER so I assume he didn’t even live near me.
Might not be super creepy but still creepy enough to myself to wonder wtf he was doing.
#16
When I was about 14 years old I was home alone while my parents were out visiting some friends. Around 9:30 at night, I suddenly hear some voices downstairs. I knew all the doors were locked and no one besides my parents could get in, so I was afraid the house was broken into, so I start to listen. It sounds like at least a dozen people having some sort of dinner party, though I can't make out exactly what they're saying. I make it halfway down the stairs, and I still hear the voices all talking. Finally I yell out "hello" and all the voices instantly stop and I didn't hear anything again.
Craziest thing I've ever experienced.
Jonas Fisher 2 years ago
It was birds or other animals. A flock of birds, a small pack of coyotes, other groups of animals can sound shockingly like indistinct talking amongst people (ever seen Sneakers?). If the downstairs windows were open, then sounds would most easily travel in there, and then rebound upstairs, creating the auditory illusion that the sounds were coming from downstairs. Then, when a person gets most of the way down and shouts, the animals are scared first into silence, and then into leaving.
#17
I always had this early childhood memory of a time we went to visit some family in Florida. I don’t know how old I was, but somewhere between 6-8 years old I think. I went on a walk around the block with my uncle, and he said something like “hey my friend lives here, let’s stop in and say hi for just a minute.” The next memory I have we are in the living room, the furniture, carpet etc is all that very 80s brown/green/mustard earth tones, and it is dimly lit because the curtains are closed. I’m sitting on the couch being bored or something while my uncle talked to this guy, not paying attention until I could hear my uncle’s voice getting louder. I hear his friend saying something like “come on man I’ll trade you an 8 ball for an hour with the kid.” It stuck out in my mind because I knew what an “8 ball” was in the context if the magic type, and didn’t understand why this guy wanted to give one to my uncle. My uncle seemed mad and I didn’t understand that either, and we left right after. I don’t remember talking about it with my uncle, I think because I could tell he was mad and that confused and scared me.
My uncle had a crack and cocaine problem that eventually gave him a heart attack and killed him when I was about 19, and it wasn’t until then that the memory clicked into place and I realized what had actually almost happened to me. I have no idea why my uncle thought it was a good idea to bring a kid to a pick up, but I’m grateful he didn’t pimp me out. Yikes.
Somber Stricken 2 years ago
That's the by far the most terrifying story I've read in this article so far. Made my stomach sick.
She stressed that trauma is defined more by the effects it has on a person than its outward features. "Of course, its effects depend on the person who experiences the event — their particular psychological vulnerability and neurological wiring. Because children’s perceptions are filtered through their own context, events may be traumatic because of how they were presented to a child — either explicitly or implicitly."
For example, if a child loses a pet as a result of an accident, it may not be traumatic in nature. "While sad, it is a normative event, part of the ups and downs of life," Cavanagh explained. But if the child is blamed for the accident, the guilt and shame they experience may be overwhelming and can lead to trauma and a lasting psychological impact. "It is not so much about the loss of the pet, but the context surrounding the experience. So while the person might say, as an adult, 'well, lots of people lose a pet in childhood,' the reality is that not many people face ongoing hostility and blame from their family around this loss. It is the context surrounding the event that can lead it to be traumatogenic."
#18
Walking with my grandmother at night along a gravel road close to where she lives out in the country. We where heading home to my grandparents house. 6 year old me turn to my grandmother and ask who the lady who ran across the road behind us was. She turns around, see nobody and ask me to describe her. Down to a tee I describe a cruel woman who used to live not far away who was now 10 years dead.
I didn't live there so I didn't think much about it but according to my grandfather, my description of the lady I had seen was so on point that my grandmother never walked alone there after dark. That was 29 years ago and she still refuses to walk that road alone at night.
#19
When I was around 3 years old I fell into a 44 gallon drum filled with water that me and my little friend were looking into, I remember it being a beautiful sunny day and how clear the water looked.
Apparently my friend somehow pulled me out after I fell in but honestly I don't know how another 3 year old could do it, I don't remember anything else about it, I'm not sure where mum was and dad was at work.
For years I had nightmares about rust coloured clouds ballooning up, dark rusty clouds....it took me 30 years before I clicked it was the rust being stirred up by me trying to get out of that drum.
TonyTee 2 years ago (edited)
This has been confirmed by quite a few people who've witnessed it. Franco, my best friend growing up, had an older step sister named Erminia (we all called her Mima as a nickname for her), and Franco must've been about 8 at the time. Mima was 11 or 12. They were at the beach and she went so far out she started to drown and she was panicking; she was waving and flapping her hands all around to get the lifeguard's attention; he thought she was just being friendly towards her and so he smiled at her and waved back. Till this day her AND Franco don't know how the hell it happened, but Franco managed to swim professionally right over to her and he swam her back to shore, she said it was like he was walking in the water towards her instead of swimming. Mind you she's a little taller than him too. Amazing? Yes. A miracle? Yes. Crazy s**t? YES
#20
Me and my two friends build a "treehouse" in the forest, near our houses. It wasn't really a treehouse, since it was on the ground, but good enough to play. We were all about 6-7 y.o. and this happened around spring because there was snow on the forest.
We were playing and I went outside of our treehouse to gather something and saw a man about 50 meters away from us. NBD, there's plenty of trails and people jogging, walking their dogs and so on, so I didn't think much of it and went back to our treehouse.
He followed me and I didn't catch him.
We were playing and he came to look our treehouse, complimenting it and kneeled to the "door". Then he asks if he could show us something and pulls his d**k out. He asks if we want to touch it, go on, you can touch it. We wouldn't. Then he "peed" in front of us and I remember thinking how strange it was that his pee wasn't yellow, it was white.
We told him to leave and I think he might heard some dogwalker, because he left. We went home and told one of our dads about that man and he called straight to the cops. Me, being the oldest, descripted his clothes to the police and they went on looking. Sometime later cops called back to my friend's dad and said they might have caught the guy, would the kids be able to ID him? We looked at the balcony, but it wasn't him. IIRC they never caught him.
I don't think it traumatized me or anything, because nothing really happened and I was too little to understand anything besides that peeing someone else's treehouse was rude. As an adult I have realized what he did back there and ran some scenarios thru my head what COULD have happened. It's been nearly 30 years and I can still see his smile when he looked us, and it kinda creeps me, because that smile wasn't anywhere near normal. I remember what he looked like and what he was wearing.
Somber Stricken 2 years ago
NM this is the scariest story. I thought the one with the crackhead uncle buying an 8ball was bad. This made my stomach sick
After all, the first step of the healing process is admitting they impacted our lives by sparking fears or causing a toll on our mental health. Because when we bring hurtful memories to light, they lose their power. "When we talk about our traumatic experiences, it moves those memories from the 'survival' part of our brain to our logical, rational cortex. It doesn’t mean that those memories are no longer painful, but they don’t have the power to send us into fight-flight-or-freeze anymore."
#21
When I was fourteen I was on my way to swim practise when a lady asked me for directions to wherever the f**k, I can't remember.
I was a dumb, stupid, naive dumbfuck who didn't question why the f**k she later asked me what my name and age was. I've never, ever told strangers my name, I give whatever fake name pops into my head, but when I said that I was fourteen she turned to the man she was with (her boyfriend) and said, "She is fourteen." in spanish. (I spoke the most basic of spanish back then).
He replied something I didn't understand, but I got this really uncomfortable feeling so I said, "Sorry, I need to get to training." and rushed away. I memorized what he said then called my (hispanic) friend and asked what it meant.
She said, "It means, "s**t, too old."
Bro, I've never been so terrified in my f*****g life. Even now, almost nine years later, if some random stranger asks for directions while I'm out I give the quickest answer I can then f**k off. I don't f**k with random people outside anymore
Falicity Humdinger 2 years ago
I'm hoping they were searching for the child they gave up for adoption!
#22
When I was in elementary school (probably 8 or 9), we were all on the playground. Probably like 100 kids throughout all the outdoor areas of the playground, teachers, etc. basketball court, jungle gym, random field areas, etc. middle of the day at recess. Bright and sunny and not a cloud in the sky.
I was looking across the playground and all of the sudden there was one “flash” where everyone was running inside in unison, and then almost immediately, another flash where everybody was f*****g GONE, not a single other soul on the playground, and the sky was suddenly very dark and cloudy and stormy, and at the second “flash” there was an extremely loud crack of Thunder that rumbled and echoed for what seemed like minutes. It was clearly later in the day and I was so f*****g confused.
I made my way back to the classroom and it was probably 5 minutes before the final dismissal bell rang. The teacher was asking me where had I been? And I got in trouble.
I’m guessing I fell asleep or something but holy s**t man. I’ve never experienced anything like that before or since.
Drew Losure-McDermott 2 years ago
You might have had a seizure. I have a seizure condition and that's pretty much exactly what it's like to experience - stuttering, jumping time.
#23
I'd legitimately blacked it out, because it was so traumatic, but as an adult, a beloved aunty brought it up for some unfathomable reason, and ever since, I can't forget it.
When I was small, like still in diapers small, my working mother had to hire out babysitting for me while she went to work to earn a living. Sometimes, my grandmother would pick me up from said babysitter's and take me home where we all three lived. This day, my grandmother noticed that I was sullen and more taciturn than usual. I now know I was autistic, but rural Indiana in the 70s, no one knew what autism was. She reached across the bench seat in the car to try to touch me and I recoiled. When she got me home, she checked me up and found bruising all up under my diaper. Like serious bruising. Sexual assault bruising. She took me to the same hospital where I was born, and I guess my mom met us there. I don't remember any of the exam, or the abuse itself. I just remember the "babysitter's boyfriend" as the culprit. It was later discovered that he was A.W.O.L. from the Army (this was after Vietnam), and eventually disappeared from the area altogether.
I remember taking college classes and learning that in our lifetimes, 20% of women will have experienced at least one sexual assault. I wondered why that statistic bothered me so damn much. Now, I know, it's because I didn't make it out out diapers before mine.
"In addition, there are effective psychotherapeutic treatments for traumatic stress disorders. Cognitive processing therapy (CPT), prolonged exposure therapy, and eye movement desensitization & reprocessing (EMDR) are evidence-based interventions that show excellent outcomes in trauma treatment," she said, stressing the importance of finding an experienced provider to lead you through your journey.
#24
When I was a kid, I was misdiagnosed with cerebral palsy, and my parents took me to the "psychic" - some weird middle aged guy in a shabby flat who promised to help my condition. I remember him touching my neck and pulling my ears, and it really hurt, I was scared and wanted go home. I don't remember how it ended, but apparently after just two or three seances my dad went to this guy's house and seriously beat him up.
#25
When I was 9 or 10 I was laying in my bed wish was next to my (open) window, I was about to fall asleep when I heard inconsistent foot steps like someone had a limp, I thought it was my dad as he had a tendency to to get up at night and have a smoke and he also had a limp from a football injury so I brushed it off when I heard it again I started to wonder what it was and when it got closer to my window and stopped I freaked out and slipped under my blankets after maybe 5/6 minutes the noise moved away from my window it kept going on for an hour or two. The next morning I asked my parents if they went for a walk last night neither of them did, when I told them what happened they shot each-other a terrified look and told me to keep my window locked from then on
#26
Someone rang once as I was getting out of the shower and so I answered the phone in a towel and a shower cap. The caller started saying disgusting things to me. I froze until he said he could see me and I realised he couldn’t see me because then he’d know how hilarious I looked so I told him to f**k off and hung up
But man I was frozen in fear for a while there. I think I was 11
Florence Ogrady 2 years ago
"stupid button"... Aunt picked it up and it was not a nice person. Don't know what they said but she hung up the phone. They called back a few minutes later, my Aunt was ready for them. She blew her P.E. whistle in their ear, loud and long,
While opening up about our past experiences helps us cope with their impact, there’s a certain sense of fascination that draws people to consume these stories. The professor told us there’s no doubt we want to soak in the mysterious and dark elements of life. "This is really a cross-cultural phenomenon that stands over historical time: people like to get a little freaked out! Some evolutionary psychologists say that sharing horror stories helps to promote the survival of our species: we get to warn people how to avoid or survive danger without them actually having to be in harm’s way. We get to learn how to cope in the face of fear, in the absence of an actual threat to our survival," Cavanagh concluded.
#27
My dad and I (probably 8 at the time - too big for a booster seat, too small for the front seat so I was still in the back) were driving home from something. It was a two-lanes-each-way divided highway and there were a lot of tractor trailers. My dad went to pass one, but we ended up getting boxed in. And it wasn’t just a slow-truck-slowly-passing-another-truck thing, it went on long enough that it was clearly on purpose. So here we are, one truck purposely going slow in front of us, one blocking the side of us, and our “open side” was against solid rock as they tried to push us off the road. I remember my dad being freaked out and trying to get the license plates of the trucks to give to the police, who he couldn’t call at the moment because we were in a cell phone dead zone. I looked up from the book I was reading and made eye contact with one of the drivers - he had a big white beard and looked straight at me with sinister smile that, had I not already stopped believing in Santa Claus, would’ve made me scared of Christmas.
Eventually we got to a town and were able to get into a parking lot, where my dad called the police. We waited ten minutes or so to get distance from the trucks, then got back on the road and thankfully didn’t cross them again.
Gaya Knust 2 years ago
Jesus, that's creepy and reminds me of something that starts in a sort of similar way in the movie Nocturnal Animals, if I'm not mistaken. Thankfully this story didn't end in a tragedy.
#28
I remember about a few DAYS ago, I was being the average 14 year old. Listening to songs and playing video games. When I heard a set of footsteps in my kitchen. It was 3:00 AM and everyone was asleep. I didn't hear a door open or anything. I just heard footsteps. I open my door look left and right. Then I decide that I'm being stupid, and get some food. But then I heard footsteps going down the stairs. So I rush to my front windows look outside, and I see someone running away from my house.
Literally the scariest s**t
Gaya Knust 2 years ago
Maybe it was a drunk person who saw the back door open and decided to raid your kitchen. At least I hope it was that scenario
#29
A man yanked me off a swing in a play park (my Dad had taken my brother to pee). Luckily my dog reacted, snapping her lead she barked and snapped at him, he bolted.
Falicity Humdinger 2 years ago
I was on the swings at a local park with a friend when we were about 12. We were approached by a very creepy man who just stood and watched us for ages. When he eventually spoke, he asked my friend where her shoes were, as she was bare foot. She replied that they had fallen off on the swing, to which he asked her, "what would happen if your knickers fell off?" Thankfully he f#cked off. I had to deliver newspapers to his house which creeped me out. Sadly not the worse or most disturbing thing to happen to me as a child or adult!
#30
I was walking through the woods with a couple of friends and we came across a clearly abandoned car, I have no clue how it even got there, it was deep in the woods. We were all kinda creeped out, but I decided to go in for a closer look. Some of the windows were smashed, some were covered in filth & grime. I peeped through a smashed window and saw what was distinctly a human leg. I screamed and ran, we all ran and never went back.
I never told anyone, but I still think about it all the time.
#31
I woke up and it felt like someone or something was on top of me stopping me from being able to move or breathe. i could hear heavy breathing but it wasn't mine. on top of this, i could not move how hard i tried. i kept trying to say 'go away' but no words could come out. when i eventually was able to move i relaxed again and felt the pressure again and heard the heavy breathing that wasnt mine. i had to get out of bed after that. still to this day i remember it clearly. sleep paralysis is something else. whats more is later that day i was walking to school and i see a man covered in blood on the pavement. needless to say that day was the creepiest day ive ever experienced.
Andy Dwyer 2 years ago
The biggest problem with sleep paralysis is people tend to panic, making it traumatic. The last time it happened to me I figured out what was happening, relaxed, and started counting for a few seconds. It's not so scary when you know how it works.
#32
I only vaguely remember this but my family remember it well
I was very small, maybe about 4/5 and I lived with my mum and my Nan. My nan rushed out of the house one day and came back a few hours later.
I was sat on the stairs when she came in and I could see my auntie Rita behind her waving at me but she wasn’t speaking. I asked nan why Rita was with her..
She had gone to the hospital. Rita had died an hour previously. Still gives me the heeby jeebies to this day
Florence Ogrady 2 years ago
Whoa! Auntie Rita must have really loved you. She made sure she to wave bye, to you.
#33
Had a regular babysitter that I still know and despise until this day for shady behavior, when I was small (no idea when because of how small I was but I think under 5y/o?) he used to grip me by the sides of my head and swing me around until I was crying so hard he would slap me "for being upset."
At 16 I found out I had a brain injury most people are BORN with that had no logical explanation.
I went though years of extensive therapy and ended up remembering a lot of horrible stuff, including that. Made the connection, talked to my neurologist who had been trying to solve my migraines for almost a decade at that point, and it was too late to fix it with surgery. So, now I have a brain injury that could kill me with no notice for no f*****g reason.
Thanks, Anthony.
ETA; I experienced a lot of abuse that was ignored or accepted at the time by my mom. I was unable to remember a lot of my life before this particular immersion therapy.
#34
(We are gonna name the friend nick.)
I was about 5 or 6. And I was in my room dead asleep and I heard something being pushed off my tv stand and I sat up and saw my brother's friend which was my friend. But he looked f****d up. Not drunk. Well a little. But his left side of his head was bashed in and his face was a bloody cut up mess. His clothes were ripped and dirty with dirt and blood and his right arm looked broken because it was bent at his elbow and his forearm. I said "Nick? It's bed time I need to sleep!" (He was always a trickster so I thought he was planting a prank.) But he managed a smile. I vividly remember his words and his voice sounded like he was near sobbing "You aren't going to see me anymore. Tell your family I said hi, please?" And I nodded and he just stared at me for a minute. "Go back to bed. Goodnight *my name*" And I said goodnight and rolled over and just assumed he left. The next morning my dad sat me on the kitchen counter and told me Nick had died in a car crash.
The car crash was not his fault though if you were wondering. Him and his two "friends" were at a party with other people up in the mountains at a camp site. They had a truck where the back seats were turned to face eachother. They put blacked out him in the back and started to drive down the road which had a cliff off to one side. They drove the truck off and they ditched. Truck rolled and crushed him. They dragged his body out a good 50 yards into the woods and left him there.
#35
I was 9 years old. I lived in a small town far from the city, where we all knew each other. Summer was cold, rainy and windy. It was a rainy day and I was in my bed, until I heard a loud noise coming from outside. It was like a gunshot or a firework. I went out to check and noticed that on the glass was written "run, watch out for her" I thought it was a joke from a friend or smthng, but when I came out I heard a loud scream coming from my parents' room. I went as fast as I could, but they were just sleeping. I woke them up scared and told them what happened. My mother went with me to look at the letters on the glass, while my father went to get his gun. When we went, the glass was just badly fogged up and there was nothing written on it. My mother thought it was a dream, but I swear I heard that strange sound and saw that sentence written on it. My mother started to become more distant, until one day she left the house. Only a few months ago I was informed that my mother was in an asylum and had committed several crimes. It was the most surreal thing that ever happened to me.
(I used translator, sorry if the english is bad, and this is a true story just its very sumed up)
#36
The park down the street my mom took us to play and walk the dogs....it was large with some very isolated areas that became the woods once you took certain paths. We lived in a bad neighborhood but I didn't really understand that. Lots of creepy s**t went down there but we never stopped going and generally went almost daily.
Some examples....
A certain isolated section was a hangout for paint sniffers. They would lay in tall grass and get high so you couldn't see them unless you were basically on top of them. They were sketchy, disheveled, high as f**k and usual had metallic paint on their hands and faces. Hearing spray paint cans rattle still gives me chills.
There was what looked like a kids stick fort but was clearly where a homeless person was living... Obviously homeless people aren't inherently creepy but my mom let us play in it amoung their things. That was irresponsible, potentially dangerous and rude. We never saw the person or people living there somehow. But I wonder if they saw us?
We came across several sort of traps on the paths to the fort though. Metal wires strung across the path fastened to branches at neck height....sharp sticks stuck up in the ground... Stuff like that.
This was in the Midwest and there was a lake right there too, so when it iced over during the winter we walked on it but my mom also let us walk on it when it started to thaw. I remember walking on it seeing the water bubble and move underneath and feeling how soft the thawing ice felt. I was nervous but I didn't fully know better or how incredibly dangerous this was.
One year there was a serial killer operating in the area and the secluded woodsy place was where he was burning and dumping the bodies of his victims. We still went there all the time.
Looking back I low-key wonder if my mom was like trying to kill us. Like not really but kind of. She was in a terribly abusive relationship and when I think about her life then she must have been really unhappy. Aside from what I'm describing here she was a great mom who was incredibly loving and responsible but this all makes me absolutely cringe and get goosebumps when I think back on it.
#37
When I was about 9 or 10, there was a child abductor and murder that was in the local news. Both of my parents were local police officers, my dad was working on the case, I think. My parents talked about it a lot in passing. One thing they specifically talked about was the white van with a circular window on the side of the van.
Well during that time, I was in a knee brace due to recurrent knee dislocations. However I was an active child, so I didn’t let it keep me from going out anywhere. Well one day I decided to go with my sisters and their friends to collect paper money for our paper route. Well as we were walking, me limping, a white van with the circular window passed by our group. The first time we didn’t think of it because we lived on a main road. After the 3rd time seeing it, we all got a little scared. My sisters and their friends were saying how they can just make a run for it, they’ll be fine. At that point, I started sobbing cause I knew I wouldn’t get away cause of my knee. My sisters ended up walking me home and told me to lock the door, then they left me by myself.
I remember spending the next couple hours avoiding windows and doors, in case the van saw where I lived. It was pretty terrifying as a child. When I think about it now, I wonder how much my sisters might have exaggerated what they saw in order to scare me, so they wouldn’t have me tagging along.
Ranger Kanootsen 2 years ago
Trust me, friend: It's better to be safe than dead. Always trust your instincts.
#38
This story is not paranormal, but still freaked me out.
When I was 4 or 5, my parents would take me to my grandpas house every weekday so I wouldn’t be home alone. My grandma had work, but she would come pick me up around the time my sister got out of school so we could both go home. My sister wasn’t feeling well one day, so we both went to my grandparents house. Everything was normal for a few hours, he made us breakfast and turned on cartoons for us. My sister wanted to watch something else so she turned around to him and asked him to put on her favorite show. He didn’t respond. He had a weird look on his face, like he was spaced out but angry at us at the same time. He clearly wasn’t himself. It was only a bit unsettling, so my sister asked him again. He started making groaning sounds, like he wasn’t fully aware of what was happening. My sister got up and dragged me down the hall. We had to pass by his chair and when we did he grabbed my arm. It wasnt like a playful thing, he was holding on tight. It hurt really bad so I tried to get away. I eventually did and we continued running down the hall. We got into the bathroom and my sister said he was playing a game. She said he was a zombie and we need to find a cure for him while staying hidden. We stayed in the bathroom for ten minutes and then we tip toed back. He was totally normal when we got back and it seemed like he had no memory of what just happened.
This happened again when I was alone with him. I didn’t know how to use a phone because I was so little, so I just grabbed his flip phone and hid behind his chair. I tried to call someone but I obviously couldn’t. I had to sit behind his chair while listening to him make that scary groaning sound. My grandma eventually came home and he was just suddenly normal again.
My family says he has a sickness. They call it a seizure, but I’ve tried looking for a seizure that has similar symptoms to the way he acts when he has them, but I’ve had no luck. Looking back, it probably isn’t that scary, but it has stuck with me for a long time.
#39
Being in the bath with my disgusting stepdad and my mum and my brother. All in one bubble bath. I must’ve been about 3 and I distinctly recall not liking it, feeling weird and not wanting to be naked around the stepdad. My mum maintains that this “didn’t happen” … but it did.
Florence Ogrady 2 years ago
Trust yourself! Three is the age when people normally start remembering. Trust yourself!
#40
I was riding bikes with two friends on a road that cars rarely drove on. We were all boys and about 13 years old.
An old guy in a van slows down next to us and says in a slow voice, "hey, I know your parents wouldn't want you to accept money from strangers... But it's ok this time." He had some cash in his hand and showed it to us.
We declined a noped the f**k outta there
Potty pagan panda 2 years ago
Too many a****les in this world way too many and I’d love to see them all disappear preferably while screaming in agony
#41
I used to have a lot of febrile spasms, and some of them were quite dangerous. I vividly remember waking up in a hospital, with a green curtain around my bed, thinking I was dead. Then I realized people talking, I recognized the voice of my mum and tried to make some noise but I just wasn't able to. It felt like they didn't care, while in hindsight they were discussing further procedures to deal with the situation, thinking that there is no way I would be awake considering the data they had from my medical assessments.
Gaya Knust 2 years ago
That is horrifying! I've read that similarly to this, people when in comas cn sometimes be completely aware of conversations happening around them, but they can't respond or even more as much as they try.
#42
Went to my friends grandads when we were like 12. He had painting of huge c***s in chains and stuff all over the walls. Needed to go and he tried to lock me in. I was crying so much and he was saying "everything was fine until "FagnusTwatfield" started being an arsehole. My friend (who was defintly in hindsight being abused) begged him to let me go) he relented and even got me a black cab home with him in it (as I type this probably to find out where I lived) the kicker ? My mum said I deserved it.
That's the abridged version.
#43
I was in Kindergarten and my family had just gotten back from Disneyland..so it was pretty late. I remember being in my room I shared with my brother, when our dad asked me to go back downstairs, retrieve an item ( can’t remember what) from the duffle bag on the table, and bring it back upstairs. I comply. When I get to the duffle bag, it begins to violently move—as if something was trapped inside and was desperately trying to get out. I was horrified and ran back upstairs. When I returned without the item—my dad was upset and went down and got it. My mother asked what was wrong and I told her. She tried to say it was the cat..but the cat was with my brother when I left the room AND when I returned.. when I said this, she attributed it to me still being half asleep from the car ride home.
I know what I saw.
Gaya Knust 2 years ago
Well, checked the original post and OP never found out what it was, but he was sure it wasn't the cat cos the brother confirmed the pet was in their room and not only that, the duffle bag was zipped all the way, so the cat couldn't have got in either. The dad insisted the OP was mistaken and they never talked about it again. Whew, that took long to summarise. Lol
#44
In my old hometown, we weren't allowed to play out of the yard. The highway was at one end and the bayou at the other. Like alligators walking down the road was a normal occurrence ya know?
So anyway, there was a girl who would ride her bike up and down the road and we'd chit chat. She was maybe.....7? 8? I know I was like 5 or 6, we weren't too far apart. Anyway, she would come and talk and then we would part. Sometimes she came with other kids, sometimes not.
One day, she invites me to her birthday party. I saw I have to ask my mom if I can go. She said she lived a couple houses down, no big deal. Mom says no. You don't know her, she doesn't live on this street, etc. I was upset, so unfair, she's my friend! I never saw her again and thought she was mad at me.
I went back to visit family and brought up this story with my mom and aunt about how weird it was I never saw her after that. They got really quiet and my aunt tells me that there was a girl by that name who was found in this guy's house along with a bunch of other kids. He did awful things to them and they died.
Here's where it's creepy: they would have been dead by the time I was talking to them. I never felt so cold and we all agreed to never talk about it again
#45
Nearly died with my kid neighbor on a sled when we were little, Somehow it veered off into the road and the car almost didn’t stop. Realized I was ok with dying, and shielded the kid because there wasn’t enough time to throw her off the sled without her getting seriously injured.
Gaya Knust 2 years ago (edited)
Really wishing a mad dog had appeared and bitten the paedophile's penis off Edit: I commented on the wrong post, folks. That was for the treehouse pervert one. Sorry! It was 3 am when I was reading these and I was already creeped out of my mind 😅
#46
So... I nearly got kidnapped
And My least favourite teacher saved me.
Basically I was late leaving from my school so no other kids were around.
Then a man came up to me and offered to bring me to the sweet shop I said no but he urged and urged me. My teacher was on the other side of the parking lot when she noticed and kept her eye on me.
And he kept looking over to see if my teacher was gone yet but she stayed to make sure I was there.
Eventually I walked over to her to try to detour the man and it worked.
I didn't really understanding the implications of what could of happened since I was 7 but this now scares me to think about
Edit:I forgot to finish story but I actually went to the sweet shop after once I saw him leave lol
Which probably wasnt smart but eh all for sweets amirite
Edit: For full stops
Ellie Vanille 2 years ago (edited)
I got nearly kidnapped after school as well. I was about 4 or 5. Since in Kindergarten we finished school about a lesson earlier than the other classes, I had to wait (alone) in the schoolyard. One day, a man comes up to me and asks what I’m doing. I explain that the man who drives our school bus is still teaching, and I have to wait for him and the other pupils to come out. He then tells me that he happens to have exactly the same bus, with many other children just like me in the bus and that he can drive me home. I honestly believed what he told me, but I still didn’t want to go with him. (Maybe it had something to do with the fact that I always got bullied on the bus and I didn’t feel like joining a group of kids I didn’t know – I don’t know). Anyway. He insists and insists. I didn’t know how to tell him no anymore and started crying. Luckily two schoolgirls (around age 10) arrived. The man mumbled something about being sorry and not wanting to make me cry and left.
#47
Okay, I probably never have ever told this to anyone. So. I'm kindergarden aged, family is at home at the evening, I am in the hall, probably hear something or want someone to pay attention to me or something, so I open the door leading to the kitchen and I see my dad and brother, who must have been around 16, holding my mom by her arms and legs, bending down and... like... banging her to the floor. Mum has a painful expression on her face, dad and bro are looking serious, concentrating, not violent or anything, but the process itself looked pretty violent to me. I look at them in terror and say: Hey...Don't fight... Dad tells me to go back to the hall, I get back, just sit there in the dark alone, listen to mom wailing, and... Fifteen years later I still have no clue what the hell that could have been. Physical violence or abuse or anything never really occured in our family when I was young, and even when it did later it wasn't that tipe, and if I asked them now they would propaply say wtf am I talking about.
But really, what COULD that be? Is there any sort of medical aid thechnike like that or what?
Sorry for typos and/or bad English.
#48
I’ve lived in a small mountain town in Colorado for 17 years. when my friends and I got our licenses, we’d drive around in the mountains when we got bored. This one area we went to frequently is beautiful, but it’s known to be pretty sketchy—people shoot guns in the wrong areas, there’s a lot of drug use when people party, and bodies have been occasionally found back there. We were driving around one night when we suddenly passed a man walking on the road. It was weird because we hadn’t seen him in the headlights initially, it was more like he appeared out of nowhere as we were passing him. I thought he was walking a little weird as I looked back at him so I asked my friend to stop, maybe he was hurt or something. He paused for like 10 seconds when we stopped, and then he started RUNNING at the vehicle. Not a “oh s**t let me catch up to them real quick” jog with a wave or anything like that, a full blown sprint like he had a personal vendetta against us. It freaked us out and my friend hit the gas again. We did call the police just to make sure we didn’t leave him in danger, but didn’t hear anything else about it.
And this is more lighthearted, but when the game Until Dawn first came out, I was freshly living alone in my own place for the first time at 22. I was PETRIFIED of the dark for weeks after watching the playthrough. I had to start sleeping with a light on because I was having nightmares, and I was genuinely so terrified of the monsters in that game potentially busting in through my sliding door windows. I couldn’t even bring myself to move around in my bed to adjust and get comfortable. I knew it was ridiculous but just couldn’t shake that fear for weeks.
Gaya Knust 2 years ago
Heck, I was also 22 when I read the creepypasta Ben Drowned for the first time and probably cos Zelda was an intrinsic part of my growing up and also cos the story was not only well-written but the author created fake video of gaming recording "proving " what happened in the story (which is basically a Zelda n64 cartridge that is possessed). Anyway, that day, after I read the story and saw the vids, I took a nap and woke up literally screaming in sheer terror because of a nightmare I had about Link (the hero of Zelda's games)
#49
won’t forget this. i was getting ready for bed one night, mom was in the living room watching her show, and as i’m laying down i heard someone whisper my name as if they were directly in my face. it was pitch black and my door was closed so i instantly yelled for my mom, and when i told her what happened she said “it might’ve been me saying something to myself”, which would make sense since she was watching her show, but idk. it honestly felt LITERALLY in my face
#50
I have a memory of tall man wearing a red and blue paisley suit appearing, watching, and telling me that everything was okay. I have never seen this man in my life but I think it might be a ghost that supposedly follows my mom. It was creepy and scary but it would always calm me down upon awakening. I still see him in my dreams today usually in times when I'm extremely stressed and depressed, which is all the time but usually when it peaks, it still calms me down and make me feel better when I wake up. I might write a song about it sometime.
What do you think ?
Rose the Cook 2 years ago
So many kids afraid to tell their parents of strange encounters for fear of not being believed.
Oddly Me 2 years ago
Or that they will be believed, but now seriously restricted on what they can do. Freedoms/independence are hard to achieve, and easy to lose when you're a kid.
Load More Replies... Gaya Knust 2 years ago
Well, it's 3:46 am, I'm creeped af and live alone. *Terrible* decision on my part to read these before going to sleep.
Any 2 years ago
My personal experience... Was weird for me then and horrifies me now. I was on vacation with my parents and my little sister. We were at a restaurant and the owner (grey haired, man probably around 55 til 65) came over and sat beside me, talked with my parents until he asked me a question i only nodded at, complimented me of how a smart girl i were and the weirdest part was, his hand on my thigh. I was 11 or 12 at the time and highly confused about this. Also i sat across from my parents so they didn't notice it. Luckily there wasn't more that happened, because i was weirded out and avoided that place afterwards. I realized what really happened in my twenties, because I can't forget that occasion, because I was so weirded out. I am so happy nothing happened. I probably still can exactly describe him, his face... And the restaurant.
Rose the Cook 2 years ago
So many kids afraid to tell their parents of strange encounters for fear of not being believed.
Oddly Me 2 years ago
Or that they will be believed, but now seriously restricted on what they can do. Freedoms/independence are hard to achieve, and easy to lose when you're a kid.
Load More Replies... Gaya Knust 2 years ago
Well, it's 3:46 am, I'm creeped af and live alone. *Terrible* decision on my part to read these before going to sleep.
Any 2 years ago
My personal experience... Was weird for me then and horrifies me now. I was on vacation with my parents and my little sister. We were at a restaurant and the owner (grey haired, man probably around 55 til 65) came over and sat beside me, talked with my parents until he asked me a question i only nodded at, complimented me of how a smart girl i were and the weirdest part was, his hand on my thigh. I was 11 or 12 at the time and highly confused about this. Also i sat across from my parents so they didn't notice it. Luckily there wasn't more that happened, because i was weirded out and avoided that place afterwards. I realized what really happened in my twenties, because I can't forget that occasion, because I was so weirded out. I am so happy nothing happened. I probably still can exactly describe him, his face... And the restaurant.
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