7 Fascinating Facts About Clint Eastwood’s “High Plains Drifter”

Fact #1: Clint Eastwood built the entire town from scratch

Initially, Universal Pictures wanted the movie to be shot entirely in the studio lot. Clint Eastwood though, had other plans in mind. He decided to build the town of Lago, which was located around three hundred miles away from Hollywood and near the Mono Lake in the California Sierras.

In the movie set, you had as many as fourteen houses and a two-story hotel built with proper interiors for location shoots. There were ten laborers and a forty-six-man crew of technicians working together for over eighteen days to make it possible. Sadly, after the movie was completed, the entire town was burnt down.

Fact #2: John Wayne denounced the movie for its violence

After the movie’s release, John Wayne and Clint Eastwood seemed to be caught up in a feud with each other. As sources suggested, John received a letter from Eastwood suggesting to cast him in High Plains Drifter as Wayne’s career had started to fade.

Perhaps, the idea of that wasn’t as appealing to John. John responded back with an angry letter, publicly denouncing the movie for its violence. Apparently, Wayne viewed the film as an un-American and he swore to never star in an Eastwood film. However, Clint didn’t seem to care about the criticism and, in fact, found his response quite hilarious.

Fact #3: Clint Eastwood often told his crew and cast to “Go to hell”

The name of the town had actually changed from Lago to Hell. Clint had quite a sense of humor as he would tease the crew and cast, asking them to go to hell each time they were required to go to set.

Fact #4: The cast of “High Plains Drifter” painted the town red, literally

For the movie, actors and actresses initially started painting the houses of Lago red for the shoot. However, the task was then taken over and completed by professionals. Word has it, around three hundred and eighty gallons of paint was used to paint Lago red.

Fact #5: The western mystery was filmed in just six weeks

Did you think that creating an entire town would make the shooting time go up? Not quite. Ever since Clint read the Universal Studios nine-page proposal, he decided he had to direct this movie. One of the more versatile directors, Clint is also a very efficient director and producer.

Fact #6: Clinton would drive around in a pick-up truck, picking filming locations himself

Apart from directing, producing, and starring, Clint Eastwood was also picking set locations for the western himself. His pick-up truck covered the whole of Oregon, Nevada and California in search of the perfect location – eventually, he chose the shores of Mono Lake.

There were also additional locations added for particular shots.

Fact #7: Only three sections of the movie were shot at night

High Plains Drifter was mostly filmed during the daytime. The Lago town looked different in daylight due to the variety of strange colors. Clint added a supernatural touch to the movie by inserting eerie music and a spooky dream sequence into it.

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24 Park Rangers, Campers, And Backpackers Describe The Weirdest Things They’ve Seen In The Wilderness

When you think of creepy camping stories, you’re usually looking for scary stories to tell around a campfire. What you don’t realize, though, is that park rangers and campground workers spend most of their time in the wilderness—alone. It’s no wonder then that there are tons of creepy park ranger stores and scary backpacker stories. Spending all that time in isolation in the middle of nowhere is sure to produce some harrowing—and frightening—experiences.

White Stuffing

Konstantinos Papakonsta

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“I was hiking through a set of old train tunnels in Colorado with another female friend. When we got to the last (and longest) train tunnel, we both got this horrible feeling that we were being watched. We entered the tunnel, and began walking toward the other side. We kept hearing strange echoes and noises, but we both nervously laughed it off.

We had one flashlight between us and, at the middle of the tunnel, it started to die. Right before it went out, we saw this really creepy, white, faceless man-sized doll. It had been stabbed repeatedly where its face and groin would have been. White stuffing was leaking out.

We heard loud shuffling behind us. The light went out. We hauled ass and RAN to the end of the tunnel. On the way back, we took an alternate route. Neither of us ever went back to that trail.” [Source]

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There Are 3 Or 4

Max

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“Camping at Yellowstone/Grand Tetons a few years ago. He set up our camper at an actual site and decided to do some two day long backpack trips in some of the longer trails. The second one we went to was Cascade Valley Canyon. Absolutely beautiful.

So get about 10 miles into the 22-mile loop and decide to set up our tent here since it was getting dark. We cook some food and chill for a bit before heading to bed. Around 2 am, we’re all awakened by something just outside the tent. My mind immediately jumps to bears or wolves or something.

Then it starts talking. I will never forget it. “I think there’s 3 or 4 in the tent. Let’s just get out of here.”

None of us could sleep the rest of the night. At the crack of dawn we high tail it out of there. Made excellent time. Hiked the 12 miles in about 3 hours and got to ranger station. Reported what happened, they said they had received a call similar to our story in the middle of the night. They sent rangers into the trail at dawn.

Never found out what was going down. Didn’t hear of anyone getting hurt, but then again I didn’t really look into it.” [Source]

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Undisturbed

Robert Fuhro

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“When I was a kid in the mid-90s my friends and I were hiking around in the woods behind our house on some Weyerhaeuser timber property and found an abandoned farm house.

The weird thing was that the house had been left very suddenly. There was still unopened mail and magazines sitting on the coffee table, all dated back to same date in the 1950s.

Sheets and blankets still on the beds, clothes still in the drawers, pantry full of canned and jarred food, half of it exploded or leaking after so many years. Dishes in the sink, dishes on the table. Unburned candles still sitting out waiting to be used. A fridge outside full of food that had turned to muck and dust.

After exploring the house for a while we checked out the farm. The chicken coop had dozens of chicken skeletons, wrapped in desiccated skins or picked bare. There were two pig skeletons in a pen, and the remains of a horse and several cows in the surrounding pasture.

A tractor was parked in the garage and was in great shape for its age.

It didn’t occur to me as a kid at the time but aside from the house having been left so suddenly, it was really remarkable that the entire place was undisturbed. There was no vandalism, no sign of entry, and as far as I could tell, we were this first people to set foot in there in 40 years.” [Source]

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Yellow

Christine Warner Hawks

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“Doing a group trip in the woods. Literally 40 minutes from any town. We ask our group leader if we can go back to our cabin as night rolls around. He says sure and we begin to walk. We have to walk through a path that’s ten minutes long and in the middle of a thick forest. When we are halfway to our cabin, I get an uneasy feeling. I turn around and literally ten feet behind us is this random guy in a yellow poncho following us.

I tell my friends, we all turn around, none of us recognize him. The guy in the poncho just smiles at us for a second and then runs off the path into the woods. So, my friends and I sprint to the cabin and enter, the rest of the group is already there. We tell the group leader there about it, he calls the other leaders and they start looking around. They don’t find anything, but a new rule was put in place that required someone to be with a leader at all times when you are outside of your cabin.” [Source]

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Shadows

hthrd

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“Camping in Wyoming, 2 hours from pretty much anywhere with my dad, my friend, and my dog. This dog was the calmest (albeit quite stupid) and nicest dog I’ve ever had. I’ve never heard her growl or bark at anything, no matter how much it presented a threat to us or her, she just assumed everything was her friend or food.

It’s late at night, my dad’s asleep, and my friend and I are just hanging around the campfire. Out of nowhere the dog bolts up, barks once, and starts growling in the direction of a field next to our site. Of course we’re freaking out, trying to figure out what the hell she’s going on about, when we realize there’s a group of shadows on the other side of the field. We just sit there, staring at whatever it is, when we hear a conversation, no clue what language it was in. This goes on for about 10 minutes of us staring wide eyed at the shadows (didn’t think to wake my dad), when the shadows just go away, and my dog stops growling, lays down, and falls back asleep.

That was the one and only time she ever did anything like that in over a decade that we had her, still freaks out to this day.” [Source]

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Headphones

byronv2

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“Hiking with a group in a subtropical mountain range about a 40-minute drive from civilization. It’s a night hike, pitch black but for our headlamps. And all of the sudden this guy wearing headphones and a hoodie just walks past us like we’re on a suburban street.

It was pitch black. Where was he going? What was he doing out there? It creeped the hell out of us.” [Source]

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Nothing Whatsoever

kismihok

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“I had a bizarre experience while I was camping on Perdido Key State Park beach. It’s a small stretch of beach with a lagoon on one side and the Gulf of Mexico on the other. I was set up closer to the Gulf side, enjoying the stars, just relaxing in my tent at night.

This was towards the end of a solo cross country trip I was on. I had camped all over the country over the previous 35 days and had never really had anything too scary happen to me. But while I was laying there, almost simultaneously, the wind completely died and the ocean went completely silent. No waves crashing. No wind blowing. No sound whatsoever.

I never truly understood the term “deafening silence” until that moment. For some reason, my body’s response was complete and utter fear. I don’t know why but it was the most scared I had been along the entire trip. I was waiting for something horrible to happen, I had no idea what, but my mind was telling me something bad was about to happen. But less than a minute later all the noise returned and I slowly relaxed again.

Definitely one of the weirder things I’ve experienced.” [Source]

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Bundy

Tim Haynes

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“It was near Halloween time when my friends and I were telling ghost stories. My friend said she was going to tell a story about her parents’ first date. She said she didn’t like telling the story, since it was actually true, but we prodded her on.

To cut to the chase, the parents had spent a nice, if awkward first date, and around the time that they would have said “good night,” the male in the situation–my friend’s dad–suggested that they go for a midnight hike up Provo Canyon. He apparently knew the place, since he had done a fair amount of rock climbing in the area. So the two drove up the mouth of the canyon, got out of their cars and started hiking under just the light of the stars, since it was a new moon.

At some point, the male starts getting a “bad feeling,” since the pathway ahead, which would pass under some trees, would be dark, and because it was getting to be quite late. He ignores the feeling and presses on. In later rehearsings of the story, the female would say that she had felt the same feeling at what was probably the same time, though she didn’t know the trail like he did. A minute later, the feeling came back to the male. He ignored it again, and started walking a bit of the way into the trees when his foot hit something “soft” in the middle of the path. Under the trees, it was too dark to see just what this soft thing was, and the feeling came back stronger than ever. Instead of finding out what his foot had bumped into, he and the female both agreed to hightail it out of there…

Years later, after being married for some time, they were watching an interview with the serial killer, Ted Bundy. In response to a question asking him to describe the time that he felt the closest to being caught, he explained about the night that he lured a girl into Provo Canyon, and had just killed her when he heard some people coming up the trail. He explained how he hid in the trees just in time, only to watch some guy walk right into the body, and for some reason, just turn around and walk away.” [Source]

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Deliverance

Jennifer Wiggins

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“This happened about 6 years ago, as stated I was about 12 and my brother was 26 at the time. My brother had been serving in the U.S. Army for several years when this happened and was deploying to the Middle East on his 2nd deployment if i remember correctly. Also of note was that he is a Green Beret and had recently (3 or 4 months prior to this trip) completed the Army Special Forces Qualification Course (Robin Sage and all that), and by then was an active duty SF Engineer Sergeant. Definitely not someone you’d want to fuck around with.

Given that we both grew up with a passion for the outdoors, he thought it would be nice to take me on a backpacking trip in northern Alabama (the Sipsey Wilderness for those familiar with the area) before he left for 9 months.

The trip had gone smoothly up until the 3rd night we were camping out. Around 8pm we had our camp set up, eaten dinner and were sitting by the fire talking about typical boy stuff—guns, girls, etc. For some reference, our spot was about 50 yards from a large stream, and about 50 yards downhill adjacent to the large path. Our camp, the stream, and the path formed a triangle of sorts. This was summertime in Alabama, so it wasn’t quite dark yet when two guys, who looked to be in their late 20s wandered up and ask if we had seen any hogs while we were hiking around. Given that this is rural Alabama, we actually had seen some farther into the wilderness area and told them so.

Even though they were relatively polite (my brother called them “good ole boys”) I got a seriously creepy vibe from them-dirty clothes, greasy hair, scraggly facial hair, etc. I think they probably looked like they belonged in the movie “Deliverance.” They kinda hung out for a few minutes, maybe a little longer than they should have- looking around, asking us questions like how long we had been out there, how long we were staying, and what looked like them kinda sizing us up. They then abruptly said goodbye and walked away. I didn’t necessarily feel threatened by them, and I know for sure my brother didn’t, but I still felt uneasy about the whole thing.

Fast forward 3 or 4 hours. My brother and I had gone to sleep and were nestled in our tent when I woke to the sound of multiple dogs barking. I’ve always been a heavy sleeper and they sounded like they were only about 100 yards away. My heart immediately started pounding and I kicked my brother through my sleeping bag and asked if he was awake/had heard the dogs. He responded “I’m awake, they’ve been getting closer for the past hour or so, just lay still and don’t make any sounds.” Needless to say, 12 year old me was about to shit my pants. We would also hear sporadic shouts from several different sources but neither came any closer. A few minutes later my brother whispered, “They’re just hunting for hogs, they use the dogs to pin them down and then they shoot them.” This gave me some relief, but not much. Somehow I managed to fall back asleep. The fact that they were doing this at night was a huge red flag my brother later told me, but I think he was just trying to keep me calm.

Fast forward what was probably another 3 hours, around 2am. I had managed to sleep pretty well after first hearing the hog hunters when I woke up to my brother squeezing my shoulder firmly, saying “wake up, put your shoes on quick and follow me, be as quiet as you can.” My heart immediately went back to racing because I heard the dogs and voices in the distance, farther away than before but still distinct. Not asking any questions I did what he said and as soon as we were out of the tent he told me to get on his back (this was a breeze for him after rucking with God knows how much weight in the Army). We snuck about 50 yards into the woods towards the junction of the path and the stream and crawled into some bushes. It was up a hill so we had a pretty good elevated view of our campsite.

I remember as we were laying there how loudly I was breathing and how quiet he was when I heard the very distinct sound of a pistol slide racking. I looked over and my brother had his pistol (a HK USP that he gave to me a few years after this story took place) and was watching the campsite and surrounding area. I started to whisper to him when he put his hand over my mouth and pointed at the campsite.

The group of hunters had been steadily approaching our camp and by this time (30 or so minutes) had reached it. There were 5 of them and like 3 or 4 dogs. They all looked relatively young but two had either rifles or shotguns and the dogs were going crazy, obviously having smelled our scent. For those of you who are backpackers/campers, nobody who comes up on a random camp in the middle of the night with dogs and guns and has good intentions. I knew this, and my brother knew this. I was scared shitless. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but my brother later told me they were talking about us, although he hadn’t heard any specifics either.

They lingered for about 20 minutes shining flashlights around and talking to themselves when my brother put his mouth to my ear and said “If they come towards I want you to turn and run as quickly as you can, don’t stop, don’t look back, stay off the trail and look for the flashing lights” (I didn’t know what he meant by this but that’ll come later). I knew I could make it back because he had taught me ‘land nav’ pretty well. He then handed me a flashlight and told me not to take the red filter off. He told me later that the red filter helps preserve night vision and cuts down ambient light so it would be harder for someone to see from a distance.

At this point I was so scared I almost started crying, but at the same time had a rush of adrenaline and what I think now was confidence that he thought I could handle myself.

We laid there for awhile longer when out of nowhere they started screaming “WHERE YALL AT?!?!” and firing into the woods at random. My brother dragged me back behind the crest of the hill and threw himself on top of me. Thankfully our position on top of the hill we were protected from any gunfire.

They shot maybe 5 or 6 more times and then started walking back the direction they had come. They got maybe 100 yards away when I heard a blaring siren and saw emergency lights flashing through the woods. Turns out my brother had called the Forest Service Office on a satellite phone my family has for emergencies while I was asleep and they had sent out Forest Service officers and game wardens to our area of the wilderness. The Sipsey Wilderness is about 25,000 acres in size so it took them awhile to get there on the dirt roads.

When we saw the game warden truck my brother signalled them with the light and pointed them in the direction the hunters had gone and the guy sped off shining his spotlight through the woods. As soon as they were all gone we went back to our camp, packed up our shit and waited by the path for the game warden to come back, who then gave us a ride in his truck bed back to the main staging area.

On the drive back my brother told me how brave I had been and that we would talk about it with our parents the next day if I wanted to. I asked him not to do that because I thought they might never let me go camp again. Creepy rednecks in the woods, lets not meet again, you might get shot next time.” [Source]

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What Did It?

Jo Naylor

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“Woke up in the morning and walked out of the tent to find a sheep ripped apart and scattered across a 20-foot area, about 10 feet from our campsite.

The creepy part is this was in the Mourne Mountains in Northern Ireland. There aren’t any wild predators there bigger than a fox. Certainly nothing big enough to tear a sheep to shreds.” [Source]

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Geocaching

Daniel Sutton

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“I’ve been geocaching in the woods many times, and occasionally one runs into caches with weird things in them. The creepiest was an ammo box with only a handful of finds that contained broken doll parts and a handwritten note that said “Look behind you”. I definitely had the heebie-jeebies and double-timed it back to my car despite it being the middle of the day. It’s crossed my mind before that geocaching would be a great way for a serial killer to lure people out to remote locations.” [Source]

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The Pink Plastic Chair

W. Visser

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“Skinned cow carcass, not really that creepy but it startles you when you almost step on it.

Cow head nailed to a tree, it was decayed. Pretty much just skull left. Underneath the head was a pink plastic chair, child sized.

Underneath that, a giant pair of purple underwear.” [Source]

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Read All The Way To The End

dygn

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“Camping in Australia the middle of nowhere up past Wiluna in Western Australia. It’s just you, your fellow camp mates and miles and miles of empty bush land (oh and sheep and kangaroos and flies, oh god the flies). We camped at the base of a small range of hills. Spent the evening climbing up down and all over them with our friend’s kids. Lots exploring to do. Mate tells me he feels like we’re being watched. My response was “Yeah right, who would be this far out?” During the night we hear scratching on the tent and knocking on the caravan walls. Then the sound of something jiggling the handle to each door on the caravan and thumping around the cars as well now.

By now the entire camp is awake and freaking out, but no one is brave enough to get out of their tents or the caravan. We could also hear loud footsteps and huffing and puffing.

Get up the next morning and there is a HUGE bull in the middle of our camp using pretty much anything it can to scratch itself on. So we chased off the bull off and THEN discover the huge, human-shaped footprints going around our camp. I’ve got size 9 ladies and these things were massive! Everyone sort of looked at each other packed up as fast as we can and got the hell out of there.” [Source]

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Crazy Mary

dygn

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“Not really camping but as kids we lived in a new neighborhood. It was next to about 400 acres of woods and old farmland. There were several abandoned houses and barns, equipment, and random junk. It was great to grow up there as we spent nearly every day exploring the area.

But there was one house off the main road, but about 200 yards into the woods. It looked abandoned but a woman lived there. We found out the hard way by trying to get into the house one day, and she came out screaming at us to get the hell off her property.

She was scary looking as hell. She wore a dirty dress and had gross stringy hair, and look like she hadn’t taken a shower for years. She looked to be in her 30’s. Needless to say, we stayed away from her most of the time. We also never told our parents because we knew that they wouldn’t let us play back there anymore.

We did go back sometime though. We named her “Crazy Mary”, and we’d spy on here, and dare each other to get as close as possible. Even then we never got closer than 100 feet from her house.

About 10-12 years later I am home from college and my mom tells me about how they took this woman to the mental hospital. Apparently she lived there this whole time with her dead mother and father propped up in their chairs in the living room. They figured the parents were dead for 10-15 years, but died of natural causes and Mary had propped them up in the chairs after they died. That meant the were probably freshly dead when we got chased away by Crazy Mary.” [Source]

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Timey-Wimey, Wibbely-Wobbly

dygn

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“This old woman hiker in her 70s somehow saw us in reverse order through a wormhole or something. The first time we saw her she said “Oh, well hello again!”

I just passed it off as her being old, slightly senile. Then 30 minutes later, we saw her again and this time she just said “Hi” as she passed us. I’m not even sure how she got there. She was going the opposite direction of us on the trail both times.” [Source]

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Clovers

byronv2

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“When I was a young teen, there was a small forest fairly near our house. My neighbor and I would walk to it regularly to go build dens and play on the park near its edge. The land was clearly once part of an estate because it had an old 1900s-looking swimming pool and bits of stone path dotted amid the undergrowth. We’d sometimes take other kids there and play chase games or pretend to be tribes people, sprinting through the thick foliage. It was a fun place to explore.

Anyway, we’d been going there for about a year or so at weekends when we finally decided to take a big pair of garden shears to start clearing an area for our biggest den yet. We chose part of the forest that had always been blocked off to us because it was mostly surrounded by a thick wall of bamboo (overgrown from the place’s time as an estate I think). The forest was a paradise just for us; we’d never ever seen anybody there other than us or people we brought. Our dens were always exactly as we left them. But all the same, we figured cutting a secret way into the bamboo-walled area would give the best protected den from strangers and barbarians and ninjas.

It took us most of the day to cut our way in. When we’d made an arch to crawl through, we went in to find that we were in a clearing with only clovers growing in it, no taller plants, just a soft blanket of clovers. Dotted throughout were these odd little knee-high statues of fairies sitting on stone mushrooms playing harps and other instruments. Every single one had its face smashed off. In the center of the cramped clearing was a giant concrete-looking block. We kicked over one of the fairy statues on the way over to it, probably to demonstrate that we weren’t scared.

It was a giant rough-stone coffin. Some ivy-like plant covered most of it, but it clearly had a well-defined lid and a worn, unreadable inscription on the side. Adrenaline-curious, we tried with all our might to lift the lid, but it must have weighed tons. The adrenaline wore off, we freaked out, and hurriedly walked back through to the play park where we sat and discussed our find for a bit.

We decided the clearing was too den-perfect to pass up, so the next day we returned with some old metal sheeting and plywood boards to build our shelter. It wasn’t raining, but the day was heavily dark and overcast, so the woods were about at the darkest they could be during day time.

We got back into the clearing, started building, and got pretty far with it. After a little while my friend sort of yelped out an “Oh Jesus Christ”. I turned to see him next to the coffin (it’s giving me full body shivers just thinking about this) and it was open.

The lid was slid off to one side just enough that a thin person could get through the gap. I ran over, stared into the gap, saw nothing but pitch dark, and whispered “Run”. The wind rose and it started raining, so there was noise everywhere right at that moment. I’ve never experienced anything like it. We ran through the wood faster than we’d ever practiced in our tribe games. We never went back into those woods.” [Source]

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You Can Hear It

Thomas

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“Backpacking solo during the springtime (Minnesota, so it was still kinda snowy). During my first night I noticed that it was quiet. Not just quiet, but completely silent. Like no sounds whatsoever. I always thought noises at night were scary, but nothing compares to utter and complete silence. I could hear every beat of my heart, every inhalation, and every twig-snap in a 2 mile radius (or so it seemed). Very creepy.” [Source]

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The Tree Line

Sara

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“My family has some property in Utah where we used to camp every summer. Years of camping on that property, and the biggest animal most of us ever saw was a particularly fat chipmunk. Except my dad.

One morning, my dad was up early, just sitting outside drinking his coffee. He hears a ruckus coming from the tree line, then a deer bolts onto the meadow.

The deer was maybe fifteen yards from my dad when the mountain lion caught up to it. Seconds later, the deer was dragged away.

The rest of us woke up to find the meadow decorated with fresh tracks and a trail of blood leading off into the woods.

Dad switched from coffee to beer early that day.” [Source]

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Psycho Craig

Stephanie Red

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“When I was a young Boy Scout my troop was hiking through some narrow canyons on the way to a camp site. It was night and near pitch dark since no starlight or moonlight could reach us, so most of us had flashlights out. We start turning around this bend and directly ahead, sitting on this boulder was a man. He had no gear, no backpack, just sitting alone in the middle of a pitch black canyon. We stop dead in our tracks looking at him and he says, “It’s rude to shine light on peoples faces” in the most disturbing voice. We apologize and continue on to our campsite. We named him psycho Craig.” [Source]

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Something Staring Back

gyduxa

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“This happened when I was around 14-15 years old. I was camping with some friends, I don’t remember where exactly, but it was somewhere in central Texas. Anyway, it’s around 2 a.m. and I wake up in the middle of the night because I have to go tinkle. I walk out of the tent and find a tree that’s not too far away, but not close enough to wake anyone else.

As soon as I start pissing I hear the crunching of leaves about 20 feet in front of me, my eyes had not yet adjusted to the dark so I squint to get a better look at what is in front of me. Immediately I panic, there is something staring back. A big pair of glowing yellow eyes were fixed on me. I freeze, I have no idea what to do. It looks like a giant cat, but I’m not entirely sure. I finish peeing and it is still staring at me.

I slowly walk backwards and I hear it hiss. I freeze again, it looks at me for about 5 more seconds then turns around and walks away. To this day I have no idea what it was, but it still scares the shit out if me.” [Source]

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The Farmer

Byron Hetrick

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“I was in a tiny town in South America in the middle of nowhere. I decided to take a walk along the river leaving my travel companions in the town. About 20 minutes in I wander past a big rock sticking up from the ground that made a sort of small cave. In this cave was a human skull. I turned around and on the other side of the river (a narrow river) a farmer was yelling at me and waving a hoe. I ran away.” [Source]

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The Lake

Stew and Vee Carrington

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“While camping when I was a kid I went to use the toilet at the lake we were camped at. The rocks were crunching under my feet and I thought nothing of it until I came out and the light had finally kicked on for the night. I was surrounded by a carpet of wolf spiders stretching twenty yards in every direction… I had walked through it to get there.” [Source]

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Shoveling

Lydia Chow

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“Alright, this is the first time I’ve ever really told this story to anybody except for friends but it truly creeps me the fuck out. I know it’s going to get buried anyway, but I’ll give it a shot.

Me and my ex girlfriend decided to have a date night since we both had the day off of work. So we did the usual dinner and a movie thing, and afterwards we decided we’d go for a midnight drive. So we drive about an hour and a half out of town going nowhere particular. We just knew that we were going to get it on under the stars.

After scoping out a random dirt road, I took my truck down it and parked in an open area off to the side next to forest. The entire area was surrounded by forest. After about 10 minutes of kissing we decide to get down to business. So we get in the backseat and start tearing eachother’s clothes off.

About 5 minutes in, headlights. Headlights heading towards where we were, but not directly at us. So we are both rushing in an attempt to get our clothes back on, thinking for some reason it might be the cops. (Which makes absolutely no sense now.) My pants are nowhere to be found and neither is her shirt. Now, keep in mind, the closest house to the road we were on is probably 30 minutes away. we kept fumbling looking for our clothing, and eventually found it and struggled to get them back on.

Truck keeps getting closer, and closer. But like I said, not directly at us. Until we finally realize it’s not somebody coming to yell at us to get off their property, or the cops. In fact, they can’t even tell we are there because my truck is black and I’m parked almost into the thick forest area. Finally, an old beat up f150 parks his truck about 50 feet from us. Leaves his truck running and gets out. He walks to his truck bed, grabs his shovel, and just starts digging into the ground. He did this for a good 30 to 40 minutes while we just sat there in silence, afraid to move or speak on the off chance he hears us.

He stops digging and lifts something out of the ground. It was a decent sized object but it was too dark to see exactly what it was. Picks it up, places it in his truck bed, goes back for the shovel and places that in the truck bed as well and drives off into the night. Me and my girlfriend decides it would be best to wait another 20 minutes before we even started the truck.

To this day I have no idea what it could have been, but I really hope it was (at WORST) drugs.” [Source]

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The River

Natasha C Dunn

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“A while back I was on a search and rescue team and we had to go and ‘rescue’ a group of Texans on a hike up in the Colorado mountains. They needed ‘help’ because they were afraid to cross a river that had gotten higher during the day. This was relayed to us by people who had passed them… at the river… and walked back down. When we finally encountered our intrepid explorers, we asked them if they had any water or food. They replied with, ‘No, but we have plenty of methamphetamines’.” [Source]

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17 Train Conductors Describe The Creepy Things They’ve Seen In The Middle Of The Night, In The Middle Of Nowhere

When you think of train riding stories, creepy train conductor stories may not be the first thing that comes to mind. But when you start thinking of it, what do train conductors actually do? Well, for one, train conductors are often only with their railroad engineer all the time. Two: they spend long stretches of their job in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere. When you realize that’s a large part of the railroad engineer job, it’s no surprise that there are plenty of scary railroad engineer tales out there—and boy are they weird.

The Different Woman

Zoli Juhasz

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“I am a freight conductor, we hit a young lady walking between the two main tracks at like five in the morning. That sucks and dead bodies are creepy on their own, but the craziest part was that I thought we hit two different people. The woman that I saw was white and heavy set and in her late 40s. She was walking toward the train leaning out in front of us.

But when myself and the brakeman walked back to find the woman, what we found did not match what I saw. She did not go under the train, so she was mostly in one piece. We found a Latina woman who was very thin, and—I later found out—in her early 20s. Now I thought I was crazy, but the brakeman started asking me if we had hit two people, and described the woman in her 40s the same as I had seen her. Needless to say, we only hit one person. He and I were convinced that this young girl was possessed by some evil entity. The face I saw before we hit her still pops into my mind occasionally. It was evil, twisted and full of pain.” [Source]

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There It Was

Well-Bred Kannan (WBK)

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“My first time on a train I was traveling in Germany with my grandfather, and he noticed and pointed out to me that we were riding on the “wrong” tracks, we were northbound on the southern track. Our curiosity got the better of us when I pointed out that there were some guys in bright yellow vests doing some kind of maintenance. And then we noticed that there was blood and meat all shredded up on the tracks, we were going really slow cuz of the workers, and we watched intently and tried to figure out what kind of animal it had been, but no hooves or fur were discernible.

Then we went quite a distance without seeing many chunks, but the tracks were still bloody. Then there it was, a blue dress.” [Source]

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Deep Underground

Konstantinos Papakonstant

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“Working in a tunnel with two other colleagues one time and we all heard a woman screaming down the tunnel. Like in the films when a woman sees a dead body or a man with a gun: loud, hysterical screaming. Two of us start sprinting towards the noise and after 5-10 minutes we realize there is nothing there at all, no noise or sign of people.

We are so sure we heard screaming we go to the next station’s supervisor, who informs us there is absolutely no one working around that was close enough for us to hear… We were in the deep underground section and we all heard that same noise. Still don’t know what it was to this day.” [Source]

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“Hi.”

Roman Smirnoff

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“Conductor here. One time in the middle of the night in the middle of winter (10 degrees and a foot of snow on the ground) my train went into emergency. I had to walk the length of the train to see what the problem was.

The train was right in the middle of a very small town. As I’m walking by one of the houses on the outskirts of this town I see a guy standing in the driveway about 50 feet from me wearing a trench coat and a sock hat type thing. The first thing that struck me as odd is that it was way too cold to be wearing just a trench coat. I shine my lantern on the guy, wave, and say “Hi.” Nothing. The guy doesn’t even move.

I continue walking past the guy to the end the train while looking back very often. I get to the end, turn around and head back. I get back to the house where this guy is standing and he is still there in the same place in the same position. I don’t even say anything this time. I just speed walk back to the head of the train.

The next day I’m taking a train back home during the day. I’m paying special attention to this house as we go by it. There is nothing there. The drive isn’t shoveled. Nothing is there that could have been mistaken for a guy in a trench coat. I have since been by this house dozens of times and I have never seen a car parked there, or a light on or anything at all.” [Source]

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The Only One At The Funeral

Ruin Raider

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“I work as a backup janitor when the normal one isn’t available, I’ve seen some very weird things at the places I’ve cleaned. There’s the usual needles and beer cans, not that shocking after a while, but the weirdest thing I have ever seen was when I was called out to a train yard to clean out some disused engines. These things hadn’t been used since the mid-90s and were going to be sold for scrap as they were too battered to be refurbished.

I was warned beforehand that there might be a bum in one of them, but I brushed it off since I had seen many bums at the various places I cleaned, they usually just ran off when they saw me coming. So I picked up my bucket and got in the company truck to go out to the disused part of the yard where the trains were. Routine janitorial duties.

As I am driving out there I notice that I left the keys to the trains back at the office, oh well I figure, these things are so old that the door might not even be there anymore. So I drive out to the engines and park my truck and get out. Nothing is creepy at this point, just some rotting diesel engines, I had seen much more creepy things before.

I walk up to the railing and kick in the door with a little force, it didn’t even have a lock anymore. I walk in and I immediately notice something very odd: the car is in near mint condition. Great, I think, one less room to clean.

But then I notice something very very disturbing: a skeleton perched against a wall. Then I notice that it’s wearing a leather jacket and clutching a pill bottle in its bony hands. It was a suicide. I walk a bit closer and grab the pill bottle from its hand, the prescription date was 10/9/96, over ten years ago. This guy had been rotting in a train for ten years and nobody noticed his absence. I pressed the button on my radio and told the guard to call the cops, there’s a dead guy in here and he’s been here for a decade. About five minutes later a cop car pulls up and an off-duty cop steps out and walks up to the train.

Turns out that this man had been missing since 1997 and nobody cared enough to look for him. He was an elderly man who lost his wife and offed himself in a train, he laid there for 11 years and was never disturbed. When they buried him a few days later I was the only one to come, all of his family was dead or didn’t care enough to come.” [Source]

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The Long Walk Home

FraManzieri

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“Not a train engineer, but once as a kid (13 or 14 years old) I was at a skating rink lock-in. About 8 AM, the owner said that she had to go, so I took off walking towards home. It was about twelve miles away. After about a mile, I knew I could get on the tracks and it would take me right in front of my house.

I was walking when I heard a train was coming in the distance. I moved off about 30 feet, as it approached, to the side away from the tracks. I witnessed a dog walk up to the tracks and lay its head flat on one of the tracks. As the train was getting closer I called for the dog. I was about 50 feet away. It did not respond.

I am sure the conductor did not see it but it severed the dogs head away from the body. I was totally freaked out. I cried for about an hour. Then I decided to bury the dog with the rocks beside the tracks. I still had about three hours before I would arrive home walking. I thought for a moment that this was this was a sign that I should do the same. As I walked, I came to the conclusion that I witnessed this so I would never take my own life.” [Source]

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Padlocks

Richard Schatzberger

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“I was on a standby crew at night during a storm with two other guys. I was put on a piece of equipment called a Cat Car, while the other two guys decided to hang out in the truck. With the Cat Car running to keep it warm, I decided to lock up and take a nap. I locked both doors with padlocks on the inside so there was no way anyone could get in without me letting them in.

A few hours later I awoke to some heavy wind and decided to check with the other guys to see if our supervisor had called with any trouble. When I got to the door, the lock was missing, but I couldn’t open the door. The same with the other door. I called the other guys to come help and when they got there they asked how I managed to lock the Cat Car from the outside.

If you’re not quite following that: the padlocks that were originally on the inside, locking the only two doors into the equipment, we’re now on the outside. The three of us couldn’t figure out what happened, and it creeped me out.” [Source]

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Hannibal Lecter

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“I worked on the signaling for the light rail system in Pittsburgh, USA. We would do all of our testing late at night after revenue hours. Lots of wildlife around the tracks. As we were moving along at about 50 mph a whitetail deer jumps out onto the tracks and we clobber the poor thing. The engineer doesn’t hesitate, gets on the radio and tells central control to call Hannibal Lecter, and gives the milepost. I look at him sideways but he doesn’t explain.

We continue our run into the city, turn around, and head back out the same way. As we come up on the site where we hit the deer there is a guy in full camouflage on the side of the railroad butchering the carcass, with a big pile of steaming deer guts next to the track (did I mention it was about 15 degrees F and snowing)? Engineer gives a toot on the horn and we continue with our run…” [Source]

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Her Dog

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“My uncle was a conductor on a train that hit a woman committing suicide that decided to take her dog with her. She lived, the dog didn’t.” [Source]

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Walking The Rails

Emily Reid

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“My uncle was walking the rails (which you do to prevent derailments and such) and he had to pee. So he went into some woods. He said he walked up onto what he was sure was some kind of animal sacrifice. He called the other workers to see it and they were very creeped out. They just left and tried to make a joke of it.” [Source]

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They Hid

Guillaume Coqueblin

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“When my dad was a kid, he and his friends were walking along the railroad tracks one day. They heard the train coming so they ran and hid in the bushes while it passed. Afterwards, the went back to what they were doing and about 5 minutes later came across what he says is by far the worst thing he has ever seen in his life. Someone tied up two dogs and left them on the tracks. They were both freshly decapitated.” [Source]

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A Matter Of Seconds

Kevin King

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“Probably the strangest, most messed up thing would be the time we hit a flock of sheep. At line speed (70 MPH). No idea how they got there, I guess the fence fell over or the gate was left open but the first I saw of them was what appeared to be long grass covering the tracks ahead. A second later, we realize they are sheep, so we start leaning on the whistle.

A matter of seconds after that and we’re on top of them. I can’t forget the awful, continuous noise it made, nor can I unsee the bits of wool and guts flicking up onto the windscreen. The smell itself was horrendous, especially once the heat of dead sheep started cooking itself on hot traction motors underneath.” [Source]

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Sunken Eyes

Tony Webster

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“This happened on the El train in Chicago.

I got on the orange line train heading north from Halsted. The train car was empty except for a passed out hobo in the corner. The next stop this weird looking old guy gets on, locks eyes with me as soon as he enters and, despite having a completely empty car’s worth of seats to choose from, sits down directly behind me. He never breaks eye contact as he does, and he had some of the most sunken blue eyes I had ever seen.

He rides behind me for a few stops while other people file in and out. The whole time I can feel him burning a hole in the back of my head. I get off at a transfer station, and I watch as the doors close behind me, Creepy Old Guy is still sitting in his seat, still gazing into my eyes as the train pulls away.

I ran through the station to my next train, and after riding it for several stops, I get out and look around for my friend who said she would meet me at the platform. As the people dissipated from the station and I looked for my friend, I realized the same guy from the train I had been on earlier, the same one that I saw pull away with him still on it, was at the end of the platform and still staring intensely at me. I froze, felt confusion slowly fade to horror and booked it out of there.” [Source]

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Stowaway

Krystian Olszanski

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“My uncle’s best friend was a conductor/engineer for a train years ago. He told me that one night he was going up through North Florida and saw some deer on the tracks, so he lays on the horn to scare them off. All but one ran off the tracks. The last one ran in front of the train, along the tracks. He had to slow the train slightly to keep from running the deer over, but couldn’t. The train caught up with the deer and he lost sight of it, believing he had just run it over.

When he got to the next city and slowed down for a turn, he noticed something on the side of the engine. He leaned out to see the deer laying on a set of steps just out of the view from his seat. It had jumped onto the train.

It ended up jumping off in the middle of the city, a few hundred miles from its home.” [Source]

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Wild Dogs

Jeff Ruane

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“My dad works on the trains in Northern California. Quite a few years ago the foreman of the shop told him to check out the underside of the train and clear any debris. Wild dogs frequently get hit by the trains and can sometimes cause problems. A few minutes with a flash light and my dad sees part of a skull with long brown hair attached. Turns out the train had hit a drunk, from a nearby homeless camp, that had passed out on the tracks and the wild dogs kept getting hit because they were eating the poor bastard.” [Source]

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Wedding Dress

Diego Torres Silvestre

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“My buddy is a conductor and while he was driving his train, a girl ran out of a chapel in her wedding dress right onto the tracks.

Well, you know the ending. He was in therapy for quite a while.” [Source]

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The Live Wire

Sam LaRussa

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“I work in the Electric Traction department of Amtrak in the northeast. One night we had a report of wire theft in a remote location along the Harrisburg run and we were sent out to investigate. Typically the work crews get there before the police, so we’ll usually hang back a bit until the men with guns get there in case the perpetrator is still there.

We show up and see some wire hanging and some guy laying on the ground. We assumed he hit a live wire, got fried, and is now dead. We walk up and shout to the guy, but we don’t get a response. After about 10 minutes, the police show up and start taking pictures of the scene. One cop grabbed a stick and poked the dead guy a few times just to make sure. No movement, definitely dead. The cop with the camera takes a picture of the dead guy. When the flash goes off, the dead guy jumps up, screams the loudest scream I’ve ever heard, and takes off running. The cop with the stick starts chasing after him with the stick above his head, while his partner and our crew just stand there trying to figure out what just happened.” [Source]

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24 People Describe The Incredibly Dark Family Secrets They Learned As Adults

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Do perfect families exist? It might look that way from the outside. But there are always dark family secrets. How do you deal with a secret your family doesn’t want to talk about? Without crossing the line too far into “poor taste” territory, I’ll just say this: sometimes the truth can be hard to admit, especially when it’s so horrifying that no one else around you wants to hear it. These messed up family tales will show you that no family is perfect, and in fact, some family secrets may actually be better left unsaid.

Uncle Chucky

William Murphy

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“My mother told me a story about being at a small funeral in the late 1950s, east Texas. The ‘deceased’ was mentally challenged, and the family was relieved to have the child at peace. During the service, the coffin began to rock, and crying was heard, then she was taken outside and watched as the coffin was carried to the cemetery next to the church and hurriedly buried. I was telling my kids this years later, and my mother walked in the room, listened for a moment, and asked, ‘Are you telling them about Uncle Chucky?'” [Source]

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Stillborn

DM

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“My great-grandparents were first cousins. They had two sons who were severely intellectually disabled, and instead of putting them in an institution – which is what everyone did at the time – my great-grandparents bought a farm out in the country and kept them home. They both died fairly young. My grandmother never mentioned any of this, I found out after she died by doing some genealogical research.

Also my maternal grandmother had a stillborn son. She told me about giving birth to him one day – I was her caregiver in the last year before she died – and how they buried him at the feet of a single woman who had died. My mother and none of her siblings knew any of this. She also had two miscarriages. So 8 pregnancies and 5 kids.” [Source]

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He Had To Get Out

nelio filipe

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“It’s kind of weird.

My dad was involved with some criminals in California. It wasn’t like the Black List or something, but they organized and did some pretty bad things. My dad doesn’t tell me much, but I do remember that we moved to Ohio for no real reason.

Years later, I’m talking to him about my family history, and ask him why we moved so far from the family. My father was quiet for a few minutes and just breathing heavily.

Me: “Dad, something wrong?”

Dad: “Son, we moved because I saw a man kill a baby and I had to get out of that organization.”

I just moved on. I don’t even KNOW anything about my father’s past, and now I’m sure I dont want to.” [Source]

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Chisel

Jo Naylor

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“My grandpa on my mom’s side had another family on the side. When he died my grandmother’s name was put on his gravestone. The other family chiseled it out.” [Source]

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The Sad Ending Of Jim Harris

Georgi Kirichkov

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“My cousin is very serious about his genealogy hobby. He finds relatives we didn’t know existed and jets out to meet them, exchanging stories, tintypes, and the like. Back in 2007 he was visiting such relatives in Iowa and discovered that our ancestor committed suicide by cutting his throat with a pocket-knife while on board a U.P. Train, about 6 miles west of Kearney, Nebraska. I have a transcribed account of the December 1881 newspaper story, which was unnervingly detailed. The headline reads, ‘THE SAD ENDING OF JIM HARRIS’. It is a very spooky, interesting read.” [Source]

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One Drunken Night

Thomas

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“Before I start, I should explain that I am the spitting image of my mother both physically and mentally.

One time, my mother was drunk. Like, very drunk. It was actually the first time I’d ever seen her drunk. I was about 15, and it was just her and I in the house. This was a particularly stressful year for my mother, and on that day she’d lost a patient she’d been working with for over a decade, so it was a rough day for that woman.

And for some reason, she started talking to me like I was her. It was like she was speaking to her past self. And she talked to me like that for two hours, and I just listened while she wept, raged and cried.

She revealed all of the abuse she’d been put through growing up. She told me things not even my father knew about her past. She told me about how she watched her grandfather die, because her mother wouldn’t let her take him to the hospital. She told me about how she had to start paying rent at 14, or she’d be put on the streets. She alluded to sexual abuse, and blatantly spoke about physical beatings, and mental abuse she was put through because of her mother.

Then, she started speaking to her past-self about how it was going to get so much better for her. She started talking about how hard she worked to get herself out of that life, and how much she “will accomplish” when she “will be able to leave that house.”

It was a weird experience, and I think in some way it helped my mother a lot. It was like she was able to go back in time, and tell herself “it will get better” and it reassured her a lot to do that.

She doesn’t seem to remember any of it. It was a surreal moment for me.

My siblings only know that our grandmother is a bitch, but they don’t know about the abuse. My father knows about some of the abuse. But she told me all of it.” [Source]

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Webcam

emmma peel

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“The mum remarried when her kids were quite young to a new “perfect stepdad”. Roll on ten years and the 15-year-old daughter notices something in the bathroom while she’s showering. It was a webcam, planted there by the stepdad. That’s not the darkest part though. The darkest part is that her mum forgave him for filming her 15-year-old daughter in the bath and on the toilet, told the daughter she would always put her husband first and arranged for her daughter to go and live with her nan.” [Source]

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Padded Room

Manel Torralba

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“They kept their handicapped son locked up. Most people didn’t even know he existed. They made his room like a padded cell and just left him in bed all the time with a nurse coming to bathe, feed and rotate him. His parents didn’t even talk to him or look at him often.” [Source]

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They Wanted For Nothing

Bhanu Tadinada

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“When I was a kid I knew a set of twins who were friends with my older sister.

The twins (both female), were straight-A students and always dressed modestly. Neither girl was allowed to date and their parents owned a huge house with multiple cars and the girls never seemed to want for anything.

Anyway, a few years later the parents were busted because apparently they owned another house a few streets away, (less lavish) and they were running a brothel out of it with girls the same age as their daughters – who were around 18 at this time and both in university.

I just found it very ironic that they were so protective over their own daughters but were whoring out other people’s daughters.” [Source]

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Watch Out For Her Soup

Thomas

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“My grandma (on my dad’s side) put bleach in my mother’s soup, essentially because she wasn’t happy with my father’s decision for a wife because my mom’s not a full-blooded Ukrainian. My dad caught wind of this and my family hasn’t spoken to her since.” [Source]

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Curiosity Got The Better Of Her

Matthew Ephraim

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“I found out over Christmas whilst doing a family history search online that my dad had fathered 2 children by a different woman about 20 years ago. Side note – He and my mother have been married for over 35 years. His name brought up results for not only myself and my two brothers births, but 2 other births. He has very unusual first and last names so curiosity got the better of me, and I started to find out more.

The births were registered in north of England, in the Newcastle area. This rang alarm bells immediately because my dad had worked in this region for 5 years with the company he worked for in the early 90’s. I was only a little kid and I missed him so much and so did my brothers and mum, he worked on a 2 week on, 2 week off rota though so he was always back and forth.

Then I dug a little deeper. Just to confirm. I found the children (now grown women) Facebook pages. They still used the last name given to them at birth (our fathers). I didn’t contact them because I had a suspicion they’d have no idea they had siblings and my suspicions were confirmed when I contacted their mother on there instead.

At first I told him I was a “relative” of my dads and I wanted to know more about any children he potentially had because I was trying to track him down. She confirmed that he was the father of her children after I sent her some details and a photo from that time. She proved it 100% by scanning and sending me copies of the birth certificates and some photos she had of him and their daughters when they were just babies and she told me to call her.

I called her – I can’t say I was ever nervous or anxious about this call but I remember feeling livid. Livid at him mostly, for what he’d done to my mother and us as a family whilst he had supposedly been working hard and “all alone” up north whilst his wife and children sat on their thumbs in Wales patiently waiting for his return every two weeks for five years.

I told her my name and that I was actually his daughter, his only daughter I thought up until that moment and that I had two other brothers who were older and my parents had in fact, been married for over 35 years. This poor woman screeched down the phone crying. She never knew any of this. When she met my father it was in a pub in Newcastle about 3 months after he had moved up there. He said he was single and didn’t have any family, and was from Wales (but he lied about the area in which he grew up). A couple of months later they were expecting their first born and about a year after that a second daughter. She said when he went back to Wales every two weeks she thought it was for work related stuff and that he would call every other evening from a local phone box because he didn’t have a landline.

When the daughters were just little kids (the oldest being about 3) he left one day to go to Wales and work and never came back. She tried to contact his company he worked for and they said he no longer worked for them. This was around about the time to my knowledge his 5 years in Newcastle was up, he had left the company and moved back to Wales. Because he had lied about where he lived in Wales, she was unable to track him and now being left with two girls and no job, she had to get on with it. After about a month she realized he wasn’t going to contact them again and he was gone – wherever.

She didn’t have a clue he had a massive family with wife and kids and a mortgage and a dog back home in Wales and if she had she definitely would not of got into a relationship with him, least of all had kids.

I haven’t brought it up with him obviously because of my mother but Christmas was so difficult for me personally knowing this. For two days leading up to Christmas I got so blind drunk and fucked up I slept for 18 hours straight on Christmas day and missed the whole thing. My father was fuming I’d “ruined Christmas” and I very nearly then exploded but I kept my mouth shut. Then, on Boxing Day I got a call again from the mother in Newcastle telling me she had told her daughters very delicately what had happened (I had contacted her, revealed everything) and that she will leave it up to them to decide what to do. So far, they have done nothing. I have not been in contact with them at all and vice versa since. However, the mother did call me around February time to check in with me and see how I was (she’s a very nice Woman) and was curious if I was visiting the North in the future and if she would like to meet them. I told her I would think about it. I’m actually visiting Newcastle for a hen party in 2 months, so I’m thinking about it more.

Part of me hopes one day they come knocking on our door – because they know where to go now. Part of me doesn’t because of my Mother. Over the past 7 months my relationship with my father has disintegrated and is the chief cause of his “stress”. It’s so bad he’s telling me it’s exacerbating his heart condition (which he is on pills for). My parents are laying it down to some kind of “mid-20’s rebellion” because I didn’t have a rebellion when I was a teenager apparently- I just want to kick him in the face every time I see him.

The next step in this saga is to tell my eldest brother. He is serious and mature and will be able to deal with it a bit better I think. He’s never had a great relationship with my dad for some reason so I’d like him to know. His wife (my best friend) already knows there is something wrong with me because I think I’m pretty much having a breakdown over it. The burden is too tough. I’m even struggling with my job. Part of the reason I want them to knock on our door looking for their dad is so that the weight is lifted, but how do you go back from that? My mother is a proud but fragile woman and it will destroy her.” [Source]

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The Black Sheep

Justin Masterson

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“My father was always treated as the black sheep of the family, and I asked my dad why. He told me that his father used to be a traveling salesman, and slept with another woman while on the road. His mother found out, confronted his father, and a huge fight ensued that ended with his father raping her. My dad was the product of this sexual assault, and my grandmother never hesitated to treat him worse than his siblings, or to tell him why.” [Source]

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The Stray Bullet

Zach McCormick

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“My paternal grandfather was shot and killed. I knew this for a number of years, but never received any more information, and I was consistently told by my father that it was a “stray bullet”. Finally after researching my family line, my sister and I came across a news article about his death. My grandfather had left my grandmother, and was staying in a hotel while going through the divorce. He was shot and killed in that room. My grandmother was the prime suspect, and it was concluded that she hired someone to kill her soon to be ex-husband. It was never proven, and she was never charged.

My father and aunt are certain she did it, and wouldn’t speak to her between his death and until hers. When she died she left all of her and their late father’s money, a large fortune, to her college, none to her children. They took legal action to get some of the money (ended up being a little less than 5% each) on the grounds that she had murdered their father to keep his money. She was also apparently an insane alcoholic and emotionally abusive shut in, but I learned that one from other stories I heard about their childhood in Long Island.” [Source]

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A Round Of Football

Toomore Chiang

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“My grandfather was in The Pacific Theatre of World War II. He told me that when they were on Okinawa they found these Japanese soldiers raping and killing women in a small village. His unit went in and shot some of the soldiers and disarmed the rest. They held the soldiers up in front of the rest of the village and cut off their heads while they were still screaming. After that he said they played a round of football with the Japanese officer’s head. He showed me pictures they took after the incident. Scarred for life.” [Source]

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The Picture On The Mantle

Dennis

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“It wasn’t necessarily a secret, but nobody talked about the picture on the mantle at my aunt and uncle’s. I found out a few years ago that they had lost their oldest child (of 3) when he was 11 to leukemia. He had been my dad’s best friend.

Changed a lot about who they were and gave me new perspective on them. Sweetest people ever, but there is a never-ending sadness there. Parents should never have to bury their children.” [Source]

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Stigmata

Rachel Elaine.

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“My uncle was sexually molested by the deacon of their church as a kid. When he tried telling his parents, they didn’t believe him because in the 1950s the reputation of the accused was more important. It continued for six years until he became too old. He began drinking at 14 and by 18 he had a serious addiction to alcohol, benzos and quaaludes. He was caught trying to steal a car and given the option of jail or joining the army. He joined the army and was promptly sent to Vietnam for three years.

He came home from the army and at age 25 began acting strangely. He would cut his hands and feet to resemble stigmata and insist that spies from the Vatican were telling lies about him to the neighborhood. He was diagnosed as a paranoid schizophrenic with religious-based hallucinations and delusions.

My family had him committed to the Illinois state psychiatric hospital and he seemed to get a little better there, but was still very much mentally ill. This past July, the hospital he was in was closed by the governor. My uncle was given the option to go into a group home facility or to try independent living. He chose the latter and we haven’t seen or heard from him since July 2nd when the facility closed.” [Source]

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Napalm

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“My grandfather was in Vietnam, and he witnessed a napalm strike. There was a little girl who crawled to him, screaming and begging for help, and my grandpa was too shocked to do anything. He shot her on the head to put her out of her misery. He said she couldn’t have been more than 5.” [Source]

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A Big Permanent Marker

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“One day my grandfather started dressing up to leave the house (it was the middle of winter in Canada). I was about 4 or 5 years old, and the only other person home. I asked him where he was going, and he replied, “This is the last time you’ll ever see me again.” I remember not really understanding what he meant by that, since I was so young. Before he left, he wrote something down on a big piece of cardboard using a stinky, black permanent marker, and set the note down by the toaster. I couldn’t read at the time, so I have no idea what it said.

Later that evening, he still hadn’t come home yet. Eventually the cops get called, and we find out he’s dead. Apparently he went to a nearby cemetery with a bottle of vodka, sat down near a grave and drank himself into a stupor. He froze to death (he’s Russian). To her dying breath, my grandma denied there ever being a note. I know there was with absolute certainty. The marker he wrote it with remained in my grandma’s basement for many years, and I would take off the cap from time to time, and the smell was so distinctive. It would take me back to that moment every time. And now that my grandma is gone, we’ll never know what it said.” [Source]

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The Grandmother Knew

Rubbertoe (Robert Batina)

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“My grandfather, my mom’s father, was a disgusting man. I hope he’s burning in hell. Anyway, here’s my mom’s story…

My mom was sexually assaulted by her father from the age of 7 until the last time he did it when she was 19. My grandmother knew. My grandfather had bullets, each for each member of the family. He had their initials carved in “their” bullet. He told my mom and grandmother if they ever told, he’d shoot them both and then himself.

He also sexually assaulted at least 3 other children, including a 9-year-old girl in a grocery store bathroom.

He lived a completely free life. He was never even arrested.

My dad told me this several years ago. My mom doesn’t speak about it. My dad said he found out when he was still in law school and my mom was a school teacher. He was home before her and watching one of those talk shows. The topic was people struggling with having a past of sexual abuse. Everything on the show reminded him of my mom and he freaked out. He confronted her about it when she got home and she told him the story I repeated above. I was a very small child, like 2 at the time. My dad was pissed because she knew this and allowed my sister and I to stay with our grandparents periodically. They’re divorced now. I have no memory of ever being abused, but sometimes I wonder. I wonder more about my sister – she is 4-and-a-half years older, which I think he preferred given my mom’s age and the 9-year-old girl.

As for my mom, she told me she forgave her father on his death bed. She has always been a nutty person. We have never had a great relationship. We don’t speak much.” [Source]

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The “Accident”

Frank Müller

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“Family members told us the story that my uncle’s wife died in a car accident they were both involved in (they live out of state). After he was arrested, we found out that the “accident” was him running his convertible under a semi truck and decapitating her on purpose.” [Source]

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She Still Doesn’t Understand

Dennis

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“My mother left her sister to die in an apartment when she should have taken her to the hospital for gastric bleeding or something to that effect. Mom still doesn’t understand why she wasn’t invited to the funeral services for her parents. She’s a classic narcissist.” [Source]

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Twins

EvanScAlper

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“Not really super dark, but it was supposed to be secret.

I was conceived in a threesome between my mother, my dad, and his identical twin.

Can’t get a DNA test because they’re identical twins, but the one who took on the role of uncle bought me a pony when I was a kid so it’s cool.” [Source]

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Picture Perfect

J.B. Hill

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“Know a brother and sister, live together in a huge mansion and both own amazing beautiful cars, clearly very affluent. One of them began dating a family friend who wasn’t so well-off.

Turns out the reason they’re so rich is because their parents were associated with some Italian mafia, and were brutally killed and sexually assaulted in front of them when they were children. They were given a huge inheritance after this event.

You would never guess, they look like they’ve had the easiest life.” [Source]

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The Aunt’s Husband

Justin Masterson

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“I was eight years old when I moved from northern California to southern California. My recently divorced mother and I started our journey by staying with my mom’s sister and her husband as well as their toddler child. My mom and I stayed in a room together in their home.Things were going pretty well at first, but then I noticed how mean and degrading my aunt’s husband was being towards me. I hated him for this but could do nothing because..well I was 8.

I remember waking up in the middle of the night next to my mom and my aunt’s husband was in the room. I didn’t know what to think of it as a kid and simply dismissed it. He sat me down one time, being really nice to me and buying me ice cream and told me not to tell my aunt that he was in the room. Of course I said okay, but on another day my aunt had asked me if I noticed anything weird between my mom and him and I told her he’s been in the room in the middle of the night. This is where the story started.

It became apparent that my aunt’s husband was in love with my mother. My mother refused him completely, at least as much as she could. He became obsessed with her. At this time, my mother and I had moved out to our own place. He would call her and visit her while she was at work or wherever and kept finding excuses to come over to our new home.

Eventually, it kept getting worse as my mom refused him. He managed to make a copy of our house key and had broken in a couple of times. At this point, my mom put 5 extra locks on the door to keep him out. He then started to stalk her everywhere she went. One time he showed up to her work asking for her with a bouquet of flowers. The office staff had been notified not to let him on the premises and thus escorted him out via security. He waited for her to get off of work and was waiting by her car begging her to take him. When she refused, he physically assaulted her by grabbing her wrist and slapping her in the face. A coworker of hers heard some hubbub and diffused the situation and he left.

My mom told me to stay away from him. One day at school (4th grade, 9 years old), I was waiting for my mom to pick me up after school. I was in the front of the school lot with my friend. He suddenly pulled up and told me that my mom and him are fine now and that she asked him to pick me up. I hesitated and I was kind of scared, but I went along with him anyways. Then I noticed we weren’t even going remotely towards my house. We were parking in a Target parking lot and he called my mom on his cell. He told her that he had me and that he wouldn’t let me go until she came down to talk to him. I sat there, ashamed of being played. She came and my uncle shoved me out of the car and she made me march to hers while they talked and argued. At this point, my mom came back to the car and broke down asking why this was happening.

My aunt finally got into the picture and it was time for him, her, and my mom to sit down and talk about this. They locked me and my toddler cousin (their son) in the next room where we could hear everything they were saying. I honestly can’t remember what they were saying because my cousin had been crying the whole time. I found out recently (I’m 21 now) that after that had happen and my mom went to go smoke outside, he followed behind her and put a gun to her head. She begged and pleaded, saying “I have a daughter, please don’t do this”. He backed off and that was the end of that horrible night.

There were a couple nights where we had to stay at motels to keep away from him banging on our doors. The moment I mostly remember.. My mom pulled me out of school early, claiming to me that it wasn’t safe for me right now. We rushed home in her car, him on the phone with her saying that he was coming over to end it. My mom was hysterical and begged again for him to stop all this. We went into our house, locked every single door and ran upstairs. From the window in her room, we can see the pathway leading towards our house. We watched him get out of his car and start walking towards our door, a large kitchen knife in hand. I was crying so hard while my mom was embracing me, crying as well. She was on the phone with the cops, yelling out the window that she had done so and after 10 minutes he ran off. Later on we heard that they had gone to his house and arrested him.

So after all this bullshit ended, more bullshit emerged. My aunt had begged my mom not to press charges, and tried to convince us that he’s a good guy. Up to this day, she’s still with the bastard. Most likely for financial purposes, but still…really? They’re still together, my mom and I are fine (of course with a restraining order) and haven’t seen him since then (and they live 30 minutes away..)

Twelve years after that, the incident hasn’t affected me much other than my great disdain towards anyone holding a large kitchen knife in my presence. No one else in our immediate family knew about our story. My cousin from a different aunt found out about 3 years ago when we sat her down and told her. My grandmother found out last year and from then on does not even mention his name. The one thing that kills me about all this is that my grandfather, who I respect and love more than anyone, has no clue and he loves the guy. He suffered a stroke about a year and a half ago, so we really haven’t bothered to tell him.” [Source]

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24 Hospital Workers Describe The Most Creepy, Upsetting Things They’ve Seen On The Job

Stuart McAlpine

The hospital workers on reddit save lives, but they also see some messed up stuff in hospitals. What’s it like to watch someone die? Well, the hard fact of the matter is that doctors and nurses see it every day, and have sad, and – though it’s in somewhat bad taste to say – have tons of creepy hospital stories to tell as a result. This truly disturbing and saddening collection of doctor stories, nurse stories, and scary hospital stories is both morbidly fascinating and quite upsetting. Read if you dare, but probably not with the lights off.

He’s Right Behind You Now, Honey

Jillian Carlson

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“I used to work in a skilled nursing facility. I was usually assigned to the Alzheimer’s ward. One night I’m in the linen room stocking my cart, and I heard someone shuffle up behind me, then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and there was no one else in the room. The door was still shut too.

Another lady started to complain that a man was coming into her room at night (again, Alzheimer’s, so I didn’t think much of it) so to reassure her, I told her I’d check on her throughout the night. She complained about this man for every night for 2 more weeks when I asked her to describe him to me.

‘He’s real handsome, and wears a black suit. Oh. He’s right behind you now, honey.’

That freaked me out. Of course there was no one behind me. She passed the next night in her sleep.” [Source]

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Don’t Make Him Go Back There

Ray Bodden

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“When my mom worked as an E.R. nurse, a guy came in from a car accident and was losing blood. In the midst of resuscitation, the man jolts awake and screams, “Don’t let me go back there! Please, please, please don’t let me go back!” A few seconds later they lost him.” [Source]

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She Passes Through A Second Time

Priya Deonarain

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“When I was a student, I got called in on a stroke patient. They were doing CPR. They worked for 45 minutes, but she died. They cleaned her up, and called on the family to say good bye. By the time the family left, she had been both brain dead and without a pulse for more than 45 minutes. She was completely grey, and she already started to smell. Suddenly, she sat up, and called for her family. The nurses rushed to get monitors and equipment back on her. They started working on her again, she stabilized, said goodbye to her family, and promptly passed a second time.” [Source]

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She Follows You With Her Eyes

Zach McCormick

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“Patient comes up to the unit from the ED (Emergency Department). ED nurse warns me this is a bad elder abuse case and the local PD is involved as well as adult protective services. She was found on a mattress covered in urine and stool. The poor woman was horribly demented and her arms and legs were contracted in the fetal position. Her eyes were bloodshot and she was covered in wounds and open sores. Even though she couldn’t move, those blood shot eyes would follow me while I was in her room. She kept trying to talk but her mouth was swollen and full of sores. She ended up dying shortly after we changed her code status. Her eyes were open and looking through the door way when I walked in after the monitor showed she had passed. I will never forget her face and those eyes will stay with me forever.” [Source]

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She Was Almost There

Bunny Jager

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“ER nurse here. I had an old lady come in by ambulance, near gone. She was a DNR (Do Not Resuscitate), so we weren’t going to do much for her. She didn’t have any family that we could find. The hospital was full, so we had to keep her in the ER for the night.

Again, she was near gone. When you’ve seen enough people go, there’s no mistaking it, and she was almost there. Barely responsive; pale, cool, breaths were really irregular. Heart rate was up and down, too. We just turned the lights down and kept an eye on her monitor, basically waiting for her to go.

About an hour later, she’s standing at the door of her room. She’d gotten up and put on all her clothes. We were all like, ‘WTF?’ One of the nurses went to check on her, and she said she was hungry. Not knowing really what to make of things, we got her a chair, a bedside table, and went to the cafeteria and got her a tray of food.

Lady sat there, ate all her food, talked with the staff a little. After about an hour, she told her nurse that she was tired and wanted to lie back down. We helped her back into bed, and within 30 minutes she was gone.

Not exactly paranormal, but in 22 years in busy, inner city ERs, it’s the weirdest thing I’ve seen.” [Source]

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Bill’s Here

Nick Klein

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“I’m a RN (Resident Nurse) and while I was a student I was caring for a lady who had end stage renal failure, had a DNAR (Do Not Attempt Resuscitation) and was shutting down. We were having a little chat when she stopped, looked over my shoulder and said “Bill’s here love, I’ve got to go,” and swiftly stopped breathing. I read her old notes and Bill was her late husband.” [Source]

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It’s Always Facility-Specific

David Alliet

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“LPN (Licensed Practical Nurse) here. I work in long-term care currently. A lot of palliative residents claim to see either small dogs, or children eating ice cream before they pass. It’s always facility-specific too. One facility I work at, I have had 6 to 7 residents claim to see a little girl eating ice cream—then they pass that night. I’m going to find that little brat. She is causing me so much paperwork.” [Source]

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The Voodoo People

Vincent Aguerre

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“I’ve been a night nurse for 4 years now at an old folk’s home. I had a palliative who couldn’t sleep because of incredibly vivid visions. She would describe voodoo people around her room that would just stare at her, waiting for her to pass. I didn’t take it seriously until the lady across the hall (who rarely ever spoke) starting seeing them in her room too. It gave me legitimate shivers.” [Source]

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“She’s Dead”

Bhanu Tadinada

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“I work in a funeral home. This just happened this weekend. The cops were called to this residence, and they found this low-life in the apartment. He just said, “She’s dead.” The house was covered in feces, maggots, bed bugs, you name it, it was there. This woman was clearly dead, and had been for 2 days. Her bed was covered in vermin, maggots all over her. The guy explained that he knew she had died, but that he was just too tired to tell anyone. We have seen everything, but the cops and my colleagues were shaken by how this woman died. How horrific.” [Source]

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The Call Bell

Jano De Cesare

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“I used to work in a personal care home. A couple of times, a day or so after a resident had passed, their call bell would go off in their room. No one was in the room when the call bell went off on any of the occasions.

We had one resident pass pretty traumatically (nurses had to perform CPR because he was a full code). That night, the midnight staff said they saw him at the end of the hall, just walking down it like he always did. Then, the alarm on the door to the outside (it was a secured unit for Alzheimer’s/dementia) went off. It was the door he always tried when he was looking to get out.” [Source]

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Isolated Patients

Ciaran Byrne

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“About 2 years ago we treated patients during a fungal meningitis outbreak. Our acute care floor has a census of 20. During this, at least 10-15 were meningitis patients, age ranging from twenties to nineties. There are no shared rooms and all the patients were in isolation, no contact with one another. Many of them had the same visions: children in the corners of their rooms and hearing religious music.” [Source]

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The Blinking Mannequin

Panegyrics of Granovetter

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“This was when I was still training to be a CNA (Certified Nursing Assistant) at our local community college. We had these regular non-horrifying mannequins we used for all the dressing, bathing and bed-making practice. They even had attachments for catheters. But we didn’t store all the equipment in the classroom.

There was a small backroom that was locked off that we had to get some stuff out of one day. I volunteered to go grab it (some clothes for the mannequins I think), and when I unlocked the door it was pitch black inside. It was like the room sucked out some of the light coming IN THE room. When I flicked on the ceiling light, before me on a ragged old stretcher, lay the most inhuman, terrifying-looking mannequin I have ever seen. I don’t know what these manufacturers use for a reference when they’re making the face, but they can’t be human. It was so twisted and looked like it was in agony. This thing looked like it was in PAIN. It was so creepy.

Anyway, I grabbed the stuff our teacher wanted, and when I took a look back, I could see one of it’s plastic eyelids close, and open. It freaked me out. I didn’t go in that room again for the rest of the course.” [Source]

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A Harbinger Of Doom

Jam A

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“I work in a cardiovascular surgical ICU. We have a lot of messed up people (both physically and mentally) that come through our unit.

We had a stretch of nights were each corner room of our unit (it is a perfect square) reported seeing a cat walking around.

Not a friendly cat either, apparently. The thing was hissing at them.

The accounts were so similar to each other we actually spent probably a half hour looking around for a cat and then had security come look as well.

No cat was ever seen or found. 2 of those 4 patients coded the next day.” [Source]

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Huddled In A Corner

Jason Eppink

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“I’m a nurse. I worked night shift when a ward patient’s relative came running to the nurses’ station in a panic.

‘Nurse! Come quick!’, she cried.

‘What happened?’

‘You have to see it for yourself!’

I ran to the ward and this little old lady patient was crying and holding on to the bed for dear life. Her bed was shaking.

Now, you’re probably thinking that the lady was the one causing all that shaking. But she was this frail, practically emaciated thing. She couldn’t have barely rattled the bed rails. The ward had only two other patients in it and their respective watchers. Everyone was huddled in a corner, shaking in fright.

Apparently that particular ward was seldom used, and the bed that old lady lay in was rarely occupied. People who have stayed in it complained of nightmares where they hear screams and laughter of angry children. I guess some restless spirit called dibs on that particular bed.” [Source]

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Oh, Hello

Andrew

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“I did my clinical as a CNA (Certified Nursing Assistant) in a memory care unit. I helped feed this woman. She never really moved. Never talked. It was like she was in a coma or something. I would wheel her into the dining room. I can hardly get any real food in her. I’m able to slide in some special ice cream. For days she doesn’t move or have any response.

I’m feeding her and talking to myself pretty much. After about ten minutes she slowly turns her head and says “Oh, hello” then she rotates her head back her blank staring position. She never said another word to me again.” [Source]

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Grandma Instincts

Marc-Anthony Macon

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“I’m a therapist in an acute/long term care facility. We have 4 main hallways, a lot of the action is on 300 and 2B. Residents will hear this little boy laugh. Some see him, some just hear him. They play with him and let him sit on their laps. It’s very strange to see how comfortable a 98-year-old woman feels when talking to a little boy ghost. Grandma instincts kick in I guess.” [Source]

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“Get Ready To Leave”

Anant Nath Sharma

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“I work a stroke/telemetry floor on the night shift. Most of our patients are elderly. Apparently, there are two things that patients see before they pass. Some will say that two men are walking in their rooms and telling them to get ready to leave. The patient will call and tell us that these men are big and abrasive in their demeanor. They are either terrified or annoyed when they see the two men.

The other thing they will see is a little boy who will go into their rooms and try to wake them up. The boy is usually loud and runs around their rooms. The patients will call and ask who’s letting children just run around late night. Several nights or even that same shift we’re coding or cleaning the patient for the funeral home to pick up.” [Source]

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Call Lights

Pimskill

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“I work midnights in a long-term care facility as a nurse’s assistant. I have two men under my care and both of them are unable to use their call lights. They have severe dementia and debilitating Parkinson’s disease, but still their lights are looped around their bed rail. One night, their light came on and I went to answer it already confused and creeped out. I turned it off and left the room. Before I could get two doors up, the light came back on. I went in there and both lights were unplugged from the wall and thrown under their beds. I fished them out, plugged them back in and left.” [Source]

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I’ll Leave The Light On For You

olavXO

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“I was pulling a guard shift in the CHS on FOB Speicher one night in Iraq. There hadn’t been any action for the whole previous week, so the staff was all racked out. I was walking the halls and everything was supposed to be off, or on standby. I walked past one room they used for local patients, but was empty. The lights were on, so I toggled the switch down to turn them off.

I started walking down the hall again, and I saw the lights come back on out of the corner of my eye. This is when I went into alert mode (safety off, at low-ready). I cleared the corner and looked into the room. Nothing.

I put the switch back in the down position again and went to call it up on the i-com. The radio was on the fritz. So I began walking back to the CQ desk to report it in person. The lights turned back on.

At this point, I’m a little on edge. I can’t radio in for help, there is nobody on this side of the compound that would hear me yell, and the light switch position keeps changing when the lights go back on.

I don’t know what I was expecting when I went to clear the corner and look into the room again, but I saw nothing but an empty room, a gurney, a heart monitor, and a crash cart. I couldn’t tell you to this day why I said what I said then, but I was worried that if I didn’t, the lights would keep switching back on. I said “If you’re scared of the dark, I’ll leave the light on for you.”

I left the light on and finished my shift. I left a note with the desk that one of the surgeons had asked me to always leave that light on just in case they had an emergency come in. For the remainder of my shifts, that light always remained on.” [Source]

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She Crawls

Pimskill

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“I used to work as an STNA (State Tested Nursing Assistant) in a nursing home. Worked third shift throughout university. During the night we turned half the lights off so it was darker for the evening and didn’t get a lot of light in the residents’ rooms. We had one resident who was younger (70s) and was mostly in for mental reasons. She had long, dark hair and was very thin.

I was sitting at the nurse’s station at the top of the hall and heard a call light go off. I stood up, looked down the dark hall, and on all fours—straight out of The Ring—this resident was crawling up the hall toward me. The other STNA had forgotten to put the bed rail up and the resident was VERY good at climbing out of bed.

Needless to say, I needed some new britches and my heart was racing a mile a minute.” [Source]

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The Death Moan

Zach McCormick

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“I worked security through college at a local hospital. The only creepy thing I remember is when a dead man moaned. One of my duties was to help wheel patients who had expired down to the in-house morgue. Once we were wheeling an older man from the E.R. and half-way down the hallway he let out this low moan. I started to panic, thinking that he was coming back to life, but the RN explained to me that sometimes the air in the lungs doesn’t come out until later.” [Source]

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She Has To Listen To The Voices

clotho98

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“A 9-year-old girl came in once. Her parents had been finding her dolls hanging around the house with belts or strings tied around their necks. She had gone into a rage and held a knife to her own throat. They brought her to the hospital and during her psych evaluation she said she heard voices in her head telling her she was stupid and telling her to kill herself. She said she didn’t want to but she had to listen to the voices. I couldn’t sleep for weeks…” [Source]

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Old St. Barts

Don

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“I used to work in St. Barts hospital in London, which in parts is over 1,000 years old. One of the buildings had two floors (with massively high ceilings), and so the floors were taken out and rearranged to make into five floors. The nurses working night shift would often tell us of the ghost of a night nurse who wandered silently doing her ’rounds’ at night—but due to the new floors, only her head would be visible drifting down the ward.” [Source]

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Gel

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“I got the opportunity to shadow nurses and surgeons for two of my class periods in high school. I never really experienced being in the ICU before. What was creepy for me was seeing how many unconscious people were fighting for their lives. I followed a nurse to a major heart attack patient. This guy was put under an induced coma but his eyes stayed open. The nurse had me help put gel over his eyes. It’s been three years and I still have his “dead” gaze stuck in my head. I also had to help reposition the guy and it was like trying to move an extremely stiff mannequin. Seeing a human in a not so human state is extremely uncomfortable and creepy.” [Source]

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19 Truckers Describe The Weirdest And Creepiest Things They’ve Seen In The Middle Of The Night

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“Trucker stories” may seem like an innocuous phrase, but when you start actually thinking about what truckers do all day, you realize that from a certain perspective, the job can be a little creepy. For one, many truck drivers are alone all day; two, they’re alone in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, all the time. It’s only natural, then, that if you look hard enough, there are plenty of creepy trucker tales out there.

A Series Of Lightning Strikes, Then Blackout

Veronica Domeier

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I was driving though Kansas on I-70 at night once when I hit one of the craziest thunderstorms I’ve ever seen. It was so bad the road started flooding a bit and I had to pull into a service plaza and wait it out, when the creepy part happened. As I was sitting in the truck watching the storm, there were a series of lightning strikes followed by a blackout.

Suddenly, a massively bright light starts moving behind the clouds, too slowly to be an aircraft but too fast to be part of the storm system. It moves up over the hills and trees before crossing directly overhead then disappears a bit behind the service plaza. The transit from tree line to plaza took maybe 5 to 10 minutes, and while it was overhead it cast everything in an eerie blue glow and lit up the parking lot. I seriously thought aliens were invading or something. Anyway, within 10 minutes of the creepy light disappearing, the rain completely stopped and the parking lot lights came back on, like someone flipped a switch. I got the out of there while looking in my mirrors for spaceships or those alien walkers from War of the Worlds. [Source]

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What Are The Chances?

Damian Gadal

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My uncle was a long haul trucker. The night his father passed away he was traveling from Ontario to Florida. He got the call from my mother and pulled into the next truck stop to process the news. There was a bar beside the stop and the name of the bar was my grandfather’s first and last name. He even took a picture and sent it to us. It was surreal. [Source]

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He Never Stopped After Dark Again

David DeHetre

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I was crossing the Navajo Nation on my way to Colorado in the 90’s. It was around 1 am and I was really tired so I pulled over between Gallup and Ship Rock. Had a nightmare of evil looking faces coming at me out of pitch black, screaming. I woke up, started my rig, and when I turned on my headlights there was a coyote and a jack rabbit sitting about 10 feet apart, just on the edge of the light. Never had a nightmare like that before or since. Have traveled that route a few times but never stopped after dark again. [Source]

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He Had To Keep Driving Over The Spot

Kevin Dooley

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A long row of dark trucks on a corner, and I knew right away.

It’s unusual to see a single truck on the side of the highway, and for good reason. It’s a dangerous place to be, and almost nothing can’t wait for the next interchange.

To see a row of 20 trucks, with only the marker lights is an ominous and disquieting feeling. You know that something has made them stop. Something so shocking and offensive to their senses they’d be late to everything by an hour, they’d risk their truck and load on the side road and their lives.

By the time I rounded the corner my worst suspicions were correct. A massive truck/car pileup greeted me, blocking the opposite lanes. So fresh that the coolant still steamed on an August tarmac. So fresh that the only people helping the injured were the owners of the parked and dark rigs.

Three people died in that wreck, and fourteen times a week I drove over the spot they died, thinking of the people trying to save them as the first responders struggled to dodge traffic. [Source]

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She Slept With The Bunk Light On That Night

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Years ago, my wife was driving across the dessert on I-10 out in the southwest US. Beautiful night, full moon. As she looked up ahead she saw what she thought was water flowing across the headline. She slowed down thinking maybe a storm somewhere had caused a flash flood, even though the weather was clear. As she slowly approached she realized it was actually thousands upon thousands of tarantulas migrating.

She said, “Hell no.” She drove through as fast as the truck would go with the radio cranked to drown out the crunching. The first truck stop she pulled into had a very well lit fuel island. She got out with a flashlight to make damn sure there were no live ones on the truck. When other drivers asked her what she was doing, she simply said, “Tarantula migration,” and suddenly had a team of drivers checking over her truck. She said she slept with the bunk light on that night. [Source]

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Merge Over NOW

Mohit Gupta

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Driving home from a trip one night, something told me to merge over, so I did. About a quarter mile later there was a guy sitting in the middle of the lane I was just in, freaked me out like nothing else had. [Source]

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The Swamp Calls

Brian Yap (葉)

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I was driving cross country once, coming into Louisiana it started getting spooky. Lots of cars on the side of the road near a swamp. Kinda felt the swamp calling to me, wanted to pull over for some reason. Going about 60, I cross over a short bridge and there’s a golden retriever puppy in a dog bed looking clean and not scared, right on the side of the bridge. Freaked me the hell out. I’m a dog lover but I’m not stopping there for a damn thing. [Source]

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What Was Really In The Fog?

Stefen Acepcion

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I was driving through the back roads of Arkansas around three AM. Suddenly I hit a dense fog bank. It was so thick that I knew I should have pulled off the road because I could barely see in front of me, but sometimes pulling over can be just as dangerous. So I slow to about 20 MPH and put my hazards on. I see no other cars coming from the other way or behind me.

After about 15 minutes, I start seeing humanoid shadows illuminated by my headlights darting around the sides of the road and across it. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I saw maybe five or six of them. Never got a good look, all I saw was shadows darting back and forth, but they we definitely human-shaped. Needless to say, I was freaked out, and wanted to get away. I sped up a bit and after about give minutes, I came out of the fog bank. It ended just as suddenly as it came. I speed away at my allotted 65 MPH and didn’t stop till the sun came up. [Source]

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Where Did It Go?

RubyT

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Weirdest thing I’ve seen as of yet is a vanishing truck. Middle of nowhere in Wyoming, can’t remember the road I was on. I had just turned onto a smaller highway and had another truck not far behind me make the same turn. Saw him in my mirrors about 200 yards back. This road has about a foot-wide shoulder, and no pull-offs except narrow gravel field access drives.

The road is a bit twisty so I’d lose sight of him and then see him again. Eventually I stopped seeing him completely. Came to my next turn about 12 miles after I had got on that road, made my turn and pulled off right around the corner to take a 30-minute break. Could see the corner in my mirror and figured I’d wait and see if he shows up. He didn’t.

I finished my 30-minute break and had decided to head back that way to see if he needed help. There’s no cell signal out there at all, so if he’s broken down, he’s truly stuck. Drove that whole 12 miles back, turned around, and drove it again and saw no trucks and no other traffic. There was nowhere he could have gone, and nowhere to turn around. [Source]

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He Watched It All

Natalia Medd

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A family friend got into an accident with a pick up truck full of drunk teenagers. Neither he nor the kids inside could open the doors, so he watched them all burn alive. He had nightmares about it for years. [Source]

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Just Don’t Make Eye Contact

Arne Halvorsen

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Girlfriend and I are driving back to Los Angeles from AZ, and stop at one on the 10E just after Coachella Valley.

It’s about 2am but I really have to pee, and she does too. As we pull in there’s a good amount of trucks on their side, and cars on our side; but I don’t see any people. It’s got a real creepy vibe and my girlfriend decides she can wait to pee; so I head to the bathroom while she stays in the car with the doors locked.

In the bathroom is a barefoot, very dirty man sitting on the floor under the sinks watching videos on his phone. Ok weird, but I live in Hollywood, so I just avoid eye contact, do my business, and leave.

Gf decides she does need to go, so I walk her to the bathroom and wait outside. Still no human activity in the rest stop.

We get back to my little Subaru and grab some snacks from the trunk and get in the car; the doors are locked and the engine is on, but we are sitting there for a minute or two preparing to go when I catch a glimpse of headlights in my mirror.

An old 70s massive sedan is slowly passing behind us and I can see it’s filled with 4-5 men; their windows are down, and they pull into the spot immediately next to us. Mind you, I parked nowhere near any other cars, but they pulled up right besides us.

Before they came to a stop, my spidey senses tingled and I jammed my car into reverse and flew backwards as I heard their driving yelling “Hey! hey! hey!” To get our attention. And then they put their car into reverse to back up in front of me and block me from leaving.

But thankfully I’m driving a new Subaru vs their old clunky sedan from the 70s and without taking an extra beat I floor it and swerve to avoid them while they back up.

We booked it out of the stop and I did a good 90 on the 10 for a few miles.

I can’t say for sure what would’ve happened if we stayed; but I don’t think they were asking for directions. [Source]

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Out In The Desert Your Mind Goes To Strange Places

patrick.tafani

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On US-160 between Kayenta and Tuba City, Arizona. Very lonely, very dark road. Speed limit is 65, start slowly coming up on a car a few MPH below that. Once I get close, that car suddenly drops down to 35 and sits at that speed with the hazard lights on and me stuck behind it. I’m wondering what’s going on, if another car is going to appear out of nowhere and try to run me off the road, rob me or worse. No cars coming the other direction, no cell service. Single lane, can’t risk a pass because the road is so dark and windy. Finally found a straightaway, got around that car and got the hell out of there. Probably wouldn’t have thought much of it on some country road in Ohio, but out in the desert your mind goes to strange places. The Navajo nation can sometimes feel like a pretty lawless place. [Source]

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There It Was

Jeff Turner

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Basically, I was driving through Montana headed east, and my company had miscalculated my mileage, so I requested an emergency fuel up. I got a response with the nearest gas station that I could get approved at. It wasn’t exactly close. So I turn off the main highway and head toward my stop.

It’s pitch black, theres no moon, no city light, and I haven’t seen any headlights for about an hour. I’m cruising down the highway and I see something in the middle of the road at the furthest extent of my headlights, so I slow down, naturally, as I approach it. When I come to pass it, I get one good glance at it and slam on my breaks as I pass right in the middle of the highway. All I could think was, what the hell did I just see… so I back up, looking in my mirror until I see its red silhouette in my brake lights.

I pull my breaks, put on my jacket and grab my flashlight and hop out. I walk to the back of my trailer and put my light on it, and there it was. A headless, skinless, mangled corpse. I froze and my jaw dropped. I didn’t know what I was looking at. I just stood there, in the middle of the highway, in the cold, stagnant air, the only sound is the hum of my truck fifty feet back, watching the steam rise from this pile of meat. There was no fur, there was no clothing, just a fully intact ribcage with a mess of other miscellaneous bones attached by ligaments.

I debated calling the police, as the ribcage looked big enough for someone my size, but I looked at my phone and had zero cell service, and the nearest town was about 50 miles out. When I put my phone away I flashed my light around and standing at the end of the road we’re a handful of coyotes staring at me. Then they started coming through the fence and trotting my direction. I figured this is the part where I get back in the truck before I get into a situation, so I did, and continued on my way.

I still to this day do not know if it was human or not, whatever it was. I convinced myself that it was more than likely a deer, and was hit by another truck like my own at highway speeds, that would definitely do significant damage. But in retrospect, I’ve never seen roadkill missing it’s flesh before. [Source]

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One Of Those Gut Feelings That Something Is Wrong

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Way back in the day, I was on a trip to Marquette, MI in a 1-ton truck hauling a 20-foot enclosed trailer. It was about 2 or 3 PM. My route had a few pickups from the lower half of the state that needed to go north. I was heading towards Grayling when I noticed the light outside was, for lack of a better word, odd. It gave me one of those gut feelings that tells you something is wrong. I pulled off at the next service station to investigate further.

Found that the sky that had been overcast all day had an almost perfectly round, giant hole or tunnel in it. Check out “fallstreak holes” or “punch clouds” for an idea of what I saw. That giant hole looked like it went up for 15,000 feet to clear blue skies. The odd light was from the green/orange light, and dark storm clouds that made the outer ring of the hole. Looked like other weather was coming in but the forecast had called for only regular rain earlier.

I don’t ignore gut feelings, so I quickly checked into a dive motel and parked my truck against the building to shield it from the current wind direction. About a 15 minutes later tornado and other crazy weather blew through just a bit north. Later found out from CB traffic that several trucks were blown off the road. I did some figuring and I would have likely been in its path when the weather went through. I made my way north the next day and it was weird seeing the downed trees from where it blew through. [Source]

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She Was In A Long Blue Dress

Heather Katsoulis

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This is my dad’s story. Just to explain, he’s ex-British Army, not scared of anything and super-practical.

He became a lorry driver about 1975. I think this was not long after he started.

This happened about 5 AM on a summer’s day. It was a bit misty like you get some mornings early, but bright, and he was heading out of London on the A3.

He’s driving his lorry, and up ahead was a young woman, early 20s, in a long blue dress standing by the side of the road.

So dad sees her, thinks she’s waiting for a ride to work. Just as he’s about to go past her, she jumps in front of his lorry. He immediately slams on the breaks, as he’s sure he’s hit her, but he didn’t feel a bang. But where else could she be?

Couple of cars stop to see what’s going on. Dad shakily explains and the drivers kindly offer to stay while he looks for her under the lorry.

Dad looks, and she’s not there. Other drivers look and there’s nothing. No body, no blood, no sign of anyone. They all freak out a bit and then decide to leave ASAP.

He can’t explain it. He knows she was there and he hit her. He spent the rest of his driving career avoiding that route. [Source]

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Black Dog…

Tyler Lowmiller

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I saw a black dog once, with another witness in the passenger seat, and this freaks us out to this day. We saw it along the side of the road. It was so black that it almost seemed to be sucking in the light around it. It turned its head towards the car and I could see no features like eyes, etc….just blackness. It started to run from the road and it was obvious it didn’t want to be seen. Creepiest thing I’ve ever seen with my own eyes. [Source]

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Don’t Stop For Him No Matter What

Alex

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Not a truck driver but I was with my wife and she was driving. We were driving on a highway through a poor urban area. The highway was separated from the neighborhoods by a concrete divider and then a chain link fence.

It was midnightish and there was just light traffic. From the side of the road a guy walks onto the highway. The Mercedes in front of us slams on the brakes and we do too.

My wife yells “OMG what is this guy doing. He just tried to kill himself.”

I see on the side of the road another couple guys crouched behind the concrete barrier.

I shouted “Go around quick. They’re trying to rob him or steal his car. If he steps in front of our car don’t stop.”

And she did go around, at probably much too leisurely a pace, but we avoided it.

The Mercedes got away too because I saw him swerve around after we passed. It was still pretty tense. Wish I was the one driving though. It’s never ideal when you need to tell your wife to run a dude over if you need to. [Source]

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Get In The Left Lane

Alan Szalwinski

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Driving southbound on I-25 in Wyoming at night, it was a pitch black kind of night with thick cloud cover. This is a dark sky area where on a cloudless night the stars light up the road like daylight and you can see purples and blues in the sky. On the shoulder I barely make out the shape of a car. I move to the left lane out of caution when really I had no need to, as there were no lights, and I assumed it was an abandoned. But being Wyoming with sudden 80+ MPH wind gusts, it’s a habit to just move over. As I’m passing I notice a woman just standing there with her back facing traffic in the lane of travel. I had to do a double take and called Highway Patrol. That one creeped me out quite a bit. [Source]

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They Migrate

Tom Phillips

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One time driving through Nevada in the middle of the night, I started to see black spots all over the road that just kept getting denser and denser over time (20-30 minutes, around midnight). It sounded like I was running over thousands of pine cones. I was a little weirded out because I swear they were moving but wasn’t sure at the time, and so I stopped at the next gas station only to find out that there was some kind of tarantula migration going on that I had never heard of before or since. I swear I must have driven over a thousand, easy. Never saw so many spiders in my life before, on or off the road. [Source]

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