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15 People Tell Their Spookiest Supernatural Stories
Plenty of people have had strange coincidences or mysterious happenings in their life. Sometimes these creepy circumstances can be explained away with science, an overactive imagination, or maybe just a lack of sleep. But every once in a while, something so inexplicable happens, the person who experienced it has no choice but to think it’s something supernatural.
The supernatural experiences and supernatural experience stories we’ve gathered here are some of the spookiest we can find, and include weird sightings, ghostly apparitions, and all sorts of scary scenarios, as described by the everyday people of Reddit. Don’t forget to let us know which of these stories you find the creepiest by voting on them below!
He Sounded Like An Animal That Learned How To Talk
Posted by u/AskMeAboutMyTie:
Not sure if this counts as supernatural but here it goes.
The summer after I graduated high school I got a job delivering pizza. It was a Friday night, 2:45am, and we were preparing to close when our manager said we got a call for a delivery at place almost 20mins away. Being the desperate for money teenager I was, I offered to do the delivery.
This was before smart phones had gps so I used a Garmin. I plugged in the address and off I went. The Garmin took me deep into the backwoods of rural Texas.
I finally arrive to my destination. The house looked like something in a horror movie. Big wooden two story house with no lights on. The first thing I noticed was that the front door was wide open. I sat in my car for a few minutes debating on turning back and claiming no one was home. Something just didn’t feel right.
But I needed the tip money so I sucked it up and approached the house. When I got to the open front door I didn’t enter. Instead I knocked.
No one answered. I knocked again as loud as I could. No response. I finally got the courage to say something, “Pizza delivery! Anyone home?”
There was a few seconds of silence until I heard a weird voice, “Upstairs!”
I walked in the house and could barely make out my surroundings because it was so dark. I make it to the bottom of the stairs and look up into the dark abyss. Again I said, “Pizza delivery.” The voice spoke again, “Come upstairs. I can’t get out of bed.” Something was very off about this voice. It didn’t sound normal. The best I can describe it is if a dog somehow learned to talk but still had trouble pronouncing human words. The hairs stood up on my neck. There was no f***ing way I was going up there. The tip wasn’t worth it.
I placed the pizza at the bottom of the stairs and shouted, “I’m leaving it here at the bottom of the stairs. Have a good night.” As I turned away the voice said, “No! Come upstairs! I can’t get out of bed!” I replied, “ I’m sorry I’m not even allowed to enter someone’s home on the job. You’ll have to come get it.”
Then I heard some loud banging from upstairs with the voice shouting at full volume, “COME UPSTAIRS! I CAN’T COME OUT OF BED!”
The voice shouted this over and over again like it was a recording on a loop. The banging got louder and louder as the voice got louder.
I noped the f*** out of there at full speed. To this day I have no idea what the f*** happened in that house. They were supposed to pay by cash so I guess they got the pie on the house… I never went back. Not even during the day.
And if it was an old or [disabled] person, then who the f*** left the front door wide open?
This was in Spring, TX.
What do you think?
• • 2
Someone Was Calling Their Name
Posted by u/guinnessmonkey:
I was 14 or 15, sitting in our downstairs living room while my parents slept in their bedroom upstairs. It was around 1am or so, and I was on the computer playing a video game. The only light in the house comes from my computer screen and a lamp that’s opposite me, by the couch.
Suddenly, I hear a man’s voice say my name very plainly. Not a whisper, not a yell. Just a mid-level call that sounds like it’s coming from the darkened hall. I assume it’s my dad, because sometimes he comes down the stairs and calls at me from the lower step, to tell me to get to bed or whatever.
I get up and go into the hallway, but no one’s there. I look up the stairs, and call out (lightly) to my dad, but then I hear his telltale snores from upstairs. A bit weirded out, I go back to the computer.
A minute later, I hear the voice say my name again, but this time it’s as if the person speaking is right beside me, and the voice is a bit more assertive. I jump and look in the direction of the voice. Nothing is there. Suddenly, the lamp across the room starts to hum, the light flickers, and the lightbulb explodes.
I got pretty unnerved at that point. I turned on all the downstairs lights, cleaned up the burst bulb, and went upstairs to sleep.
• • 3
It Grabbed His Ankle
Posted by u/griffinber:
This was back when I lived at my dad’s house. I usually kept the TV on while I slept, but this night I had trouble sleeping, so I turned it off.
Eventually I fell asleep but was startled awake by a really tight grip on my ankle. My body was still partially asleep so it was very hard to move. I didn’t see anything besides my leg getting lifted up some, and then I started getting pulled off the bed. I am a big guy so that would take a pretty strong person to do that. I was able to grab onto the edge of my mattress and pull myself back, then grabbed the remote and turned on the tv to have some light, but I saw nothing at the end of my bed.
I turned the light on and checked my entire room, and there was nothing out of the ordinary. Still no idea what happened.
• • 4
There Was A Boy In The Mirror
Posted by u/10487518386:
When I was between the ages of 4-6, I used to see a little blond boy through this mirrored armoire in my parents bedroom.
The armoire was big and wooden, but had mirrored accents and mirrors running all the way around the base. If I laid on the carpet in front of it and looked into the mirrors on the bottom, sometimes I’d see a little blond boy in a red sweater in the corner of the room, far away and a little distorted but still very clear. He would sit with his back to me, looking out the windows to the backyard. I don’t remember ever seeing his face.
I don’t think I saw him many times but I do remember his image very clearly. In my little kid mind I thought I invented this super neat mirror trick by myself, so I tried to get my parents to see it too. They always refused and my mom especially would get super mad at me for asking.
I stopped seeing the boy when I stopped playing in their bedroom as much and knew mirrors shouldn’t work like that. When I got older I chalked it up to my overactive kid brain. Didn’t think much of it tbh.
Years and YEARS later, when I was an adult and long after my parents had sold that house, my mom asked me about the armoire out of the blue then told me that she used to see the little boy too. Not in the mirrors but sometimes just out the corners of her eyes (like she’d be cooking and catch a glimpse of blond hair pass by her hips, at a kid’s height) and occasionally in dreams. It didn’t happen too often but just enough to deeply freak them out. So when I mentioned seeing the same little boy, my mom was just terrified herself.
• • 5
Angry Voices In An Empty House
Posted by u/BadDentalWork:
This was mid-2000s. I was asleep in my room with my girlfriend at the time at my mom’s house. I was about 25? It was sometime after midnight and we were both startled awake by the sound of loud, angry voices, engaged in some kind of a fiery argument downstairs. Most of the discussion was impossible to hear save for occasional f-bomb or other swear words. It was intense, and we both looked at each other in shock. I truly thought our house was being burglarized. My mom was asleep down the hall and I didn’t hear her stirring.
I told my girlfriend to use my cell phone and call 911 if she heard me getting into it with whoever was in our home. I grabbed my pistol from my desk and tried to slink downstairs. The voices cut off as soon as I left my bedroom. The house was quiet as I banked a left turn to the top of the stairs. I listened for noises and heard nothing. I descended the stairs, cursing every loose floorboard in that old house. The moment I landed on the first floor I began clearing the rooms and flicking lights on as I went. My heart was racing. I was sure that at any moment I would be face to face with the people I had heard moments before.
But the entire house was empty. The TV was off, the DVD player as well. The front door remained locked and bolted. The motion lights had not been activated. All the windows were shut, making it less likely that the noise could have been coming from some sort of domestic disturbance in the neighborhood. There was just no way to rationalize what I/we heard.
If it had just been me, I would have attributed it to one of my usual nightmares as I’m a vet diagnosed with PTSD. But the fact that we both woke up, and we both heard it, made me feel a bit more uneasy.
There is probably some very rational explanation, but I truly believe there was some dark energy at play in that house.
• • 6
When You Gotta Go, You Gotta Go
Posted by u/BarbraOrr:
When I was about 16 years old I encountered something that still bugs me to this day. I woke up around 6AM on a normal week day and went downstairs to get ready to school. No one else in my family had woken up at this point. I got in the shower, still sleepy and could barely hold my eyes open. After a few minutes of showering someone tried to get in, and I told whoever it was that I was in the shower. The ‘person’ then proceeded to aggressively try to open the door, I saw the door handle going up and down like crazy and he/she/whatever knocked on the door harder and harder. And then it suddenly stopped.
Didn’t think that much about it, but when I got out of the shower I realized that nobody was up yet. I proceeded with eating breakfast. After a while my dad came down the stairs, so I asked him if it was he who had wanted to use the bathroom earlier. He said no, and that both my mom and younger brother was still asleep, so it could’ve not been them either.
And even if it had been any family member, they would not have tried to open the door so aggressively at 6 in the morning.
• • 7
The Dream Became Reality
Posted by u/cadmus1890:
About three times throughout my early twenties, I had a recurring dream that I was walking around an empty house with some of my family.
I would break off from them, and then end up in different part of the house. I would find a small door that would lead to an unfinished room, and upon entering, I would feel sudden dread, and I would sense what felt like a feminine, foul spirit come toward me before waking up.
Later, while out of state visiting family for a funeral, my sister suggests we go visit some of the area where my dad grew up. As we’re driving along, she sees a for rent sign, and asks to stop. We approach the house, which is weirdly angled about 40° off from the street. There’s nobody there, but we go inside, as the door is unlocked. As we’re poking around, we end up going into the master bathroom, and then I notice something from the corner of my eye. There is something strange about the molding on the bathroom wall. I give it a light push, and realize it’s a hidden doorway. Inside, the unfinished room from my dream. I did not dare search for the spirit, or go inside it.
• • 8
He Met Their ‘Little Friend’
Posted by u/CLOS_361:
I used to do pest control. Went to a customers business for the first time. As I walked in the office I noticed some pictures that were supposed to be hanging on the wall were on the ground and then saw some papers which looked like they had been thrown and scattered off a desk. I picked everything up so I could apply treatment to the floorboards and surrounding rooms. I then went to treat the only restroom in the office.
I knocked on the door as a courtesy as I always do before entering any restroom. There was no reply, nobody was in there, so I went in and I closed the door behind me. As I walked away from the door I KNOW I HEARD somebody grab the door handle, twist it, and open the door. I turned around and looked to see nobody behind me but a door swinging open. The hair on my neck instantly stood up and I put two and two together.
I grabbed my s*** and ran downstairs. The receptionist saw me and started laughing. She asked me if I had met “Their little friend upstairs.”
It was a ghost, she told me she hears it walking around upstairs everyday and they can’t keep things on the walls or people’s desk. They simply got used to it.
• • 9
There’s A Monster In The Closet
Posted by u/nsfwlumpia:
My sophomore year in college my roommate was out doing a project in the library so I was alone studying in my dorm. Our closets had these bright a** lights that we basically used as lamps instead of the fluorescent overhead lights. During this particular night, the light in my closet goes out. I think nothing of it and go into my closet to change the light bulb. I feel a little uneasy at this point but I try to shake it off and get back to studying. 30 minutes later the new bulb goes out and I get this really deep sense of dread. I slowly look up into the closet and it looks like there’s a black figure looking back at me from inside. I ran over and shut the closet door and immediately booked it to the library to tell my roommate. It took us a few days to open the closet door again but when we did the thing was gone. We changed the broken bulb and it never happened again.
• • 10
Get Rid Of That Doll
Posted by u/Euphoric_Reaper:
When I was around 7 or 8 I went to an old mining town in the mountains. We were with my grandparents, parents, and aunt, and we decided to stop in a doll store. These dolls were very expensive porcelain dolls that you look at moreso than play with. My parents let us each choose one and my sister chose quickly. I, on the other hand, took forever and couldn’t justify spending that much money on something at this stage in my life.
We were about to leave when the lady behind the counter showed me a beautiful doll that was extremely discounted because the paint on its lip was chipped. I thought she (the doll) was wonderful so we bought her and went on our way.
We go about our day and double back to where the doll shop was…supposed to be…and it was gone. The storefront, adverts, everything. Just vanished. We knew it was “between these two stores” and it wasn’t there. Those two stores shared walls (it looked like). We asked some locals working at the other shops and they said that there was never a doll store there…not one person validated its existence. So, we promptly left the town and I haven’t been back since. The doll, whose name is Carrie, is in a box somewhere in the basement.
Something Was Sounding The Alarms – All The Alarms
Posted by u/BillionBullions:
This happened last night.
5:30 AM, the house is dead silent and everyone is deep asleep. Suddenly, the burglar alarm starts BLARING a beep neither I nor my husband have heard it make before. Hubs jumps up, turns it off, checks the house, and it’s all clear.
A few minutes later the alarm goes off again. My husband at this point just unplugs the alarm, but immediately after that, the alarm goes off again. He wraps it in a blanket and runs it downstairs as, miraculously, neither of our very light sleeping children had so much as stirred and we desperately needed to avoid that disaster. The alarm continues to blare until he finds a way to turn it off entirely.
The very moment I hear the burglar alarm stop, the smoke detector in our bedroom starts going off. It’s 5:45am now and not a puff of smoke anywhere. It simply stopped after a few beeps, the same was it would if you were to press the “test” button. We barely get back to the bed before my phone rings for 5 or so notifications. My phone is always on silent because it gives me anxiety when putting the infant to sleep.
The kids should have been easy to wake based on their waking at 6AM normally, but they didn’t budge. When checking the burglar alarm log, it says the panel was tampered with at 5:30AM, the same time it went off. The smoke detector batteries are not dying and my phone showed zero notifications.
• • 12
What Are They All Doing Up?
Posted by u/deepwatermako:
This will probably be lost but one night I was driving from North Dakota to Nebraska and I was passing through a section of South Dakota that sits between the Rosebud and Pine Ridge reservations. I was in the absolute middle of nowhere – no lights for miles, perfectly clear winter sky, amazing stars, and all of the sudden a meteor burns up above, turning the entire sky green for a few seconds. I stopped and just thought about how lucky I was to see that.
As I keep driving I come up to a small town where the only intersection is a four way stop in the middle of town. I assumed it was a ghost town because there no lights of any kind. But as I came to stop, my car lights lit up the area around me and there were people… just walking around in the dark, acting like it was normal. It’s the middle of the night, maybe 10 or 20 degrees max.
Needless to say, I didn’t stop again until I got to town with street lamps.
I think those areas are a little more wild, or spiritual. Wounded knee was near there, and that part of the U.S. had terrible atrocities commuted against the natives. I think it left its mark on that place.
• • 13
They Saw A Light With No Source
Posted by u/-CoreyJ-:
When I was 15, I woke up in the middle of the night and saw this strange spotlight appear on my wall. It was a circle made up of a bunch of bright circular dots within it. It came on strong, then rotated 90 degrees and then turned off. It was so surreal because the light was extremely bright and yet it was also focused on that one spot on my wall.
When I woke up the next morning I couldn’t get the image out of my head, but I just assumed I must have dreamed it. My sister and I were talking over breakfast, and she said “I had this dream last night my entire room suddenly lit up with these circular floating dots.” I got really excited “That actually happened! I woke up and saw it too!”
My sister froze, “How is that possible? My blinds are completely shut.”
• • 14
Plagued By A Recurring Dream
Posted by u/PowerSkunk92
I have a recurring dream that I swear is either a repressed or supressed memory. In it, I’m three years old and riding my tricycle. It’s very late in the evening, when the sun has gone down far enough so that the only hints of sunset are orange lines on the horizon, but the street lights haven’t yet come on. My mother is rinsing out some paintbrushes with a garden hose, keeping an eye on me as I pedal around the yard.
Suddenly, she drops the hose and runs into the house, and I’m looking down on her while going up very rapidly. Then I wake up, with the strange feeling that something has been taken from me, but I don’t know what.
I’ve mentioned it to my mother since (she and my father were separated at the time)… she gets very forceful about saying it never happened.
To paraphrase: “I don’t know why you keep bringing that up. It didn’t happen. Nothing happened. It’s just a stupid dream. Stop talking about that. I don’t want to hear that any more. It never happened.” Very insistent tone of voice. Walking out of the room, hanging up the phone, changing the subject, anything to keep from discussing it.
My tricycle was also gone after the earliest time I can remember having this dream. Mom says it was stolen, Grandpa said he accidentally ran over it with his car and threw it away.
• • 15
Their Love Beat The Afterlife
Posted by u/Tiny_pickled_joe:
My grandfather loved my grandmother a lot. He would constantly tell her she was beautiful and would always do embarrassing things to make her laugh. Unfortunately, she died a few months after being diagnosed with cancer. This affected him a lot but as time went on he came to terms with it and lived on for another 18 years.
In his final years he developed really bad Alzheimer’s that led him to forget that his wife had passed away and would often call for her or ask us where she went. We’d explain to him that she had passed away, but it always made him distressed and upset, so we decided to tell him “she’ll be back soon” every time he asked where she was.
A month or so before my grandfather passed away, I was at his house with my mother and we were all sitting in the living room. My grandfather who was seated on his chair all of a sudden starts frantically asking us where my grandmother was. We calmly explained to him that she’ll be back soon and she was just out doing some chores. Unlike most times, he was being persistent on wanting to see her. We explained to him again that she’ll be back soon, but he just kept getting more persistent.
He started to frantically call for her. He screamed her name as loud as he could over and over again until out of nowhere every single door and window in the room flung open all at once. Now we could say that it was just wind but all the doors and windows in the house had secure locks and would stay locked at all times since my grandfather would wander off or forget to lock his doors. All the doors and windows burst open, and at that same second my grandfather, who was facing the front door, says, “What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for you,” with a smile. My mother and I didn’t see the person my grandfather talked to but I’m sure that he saw his wife.