Some stories I’ve seen from the thread: “Creepypasta are great, but does anyone have any good true creepy stories?”
(Thread link at bottom of post)
This happened to a
friend of mine - she told me about it a year or so ago. We’ll call her Minji.
Minji is in her late 20s, and works as an English tutor in
South Korea. One evening, a few years ago, she was tutoring a high school boy.
They were up studying pretty late, and the buses stopped running. Being a long
way from his house, the boy asked if he could crash on her floor overnight and
get the first bus the next morning.
Minji was very reluctant, because inviting a teenage male
student to stay the night didn’t sound like a great idea, but he was begging
her and eventually she relented. They went back to her one room apartment, and
she got into the bed, while he laid a blanket out on the floor, and they both
A few hours later, at maybe 2am, the boy wakes Minji up.
“I’m really hungry”, he says, “let’s go get some food”.
Minji opens her eyes and looks up at him in disbelief. “Food? Now? It’s
2am, go back to bed.” But the student insists, “no, I’m so hungry,
let’s eat something now.” She tells him that there’s some ramen in the
kitchen, and he can fix himself some. This doesn’t satisfy him - he doesn’t
want ramen, there’s a 24 hour place just down the road, let’s go there.
Eventually, after several minutes of persuasion, the boy
gets Minji to come with him to the restaurant. They leave the apartment and
head out. As soon as they’re on the street, the boy turns to Minji, and says
“I’m not hungry. I woke up in the middle of the night, and looked under
your bed. There’s a man sleeping there.”
They call the police, and discover that a homeless man had
been living in Minji’s apartment, sleeping under her bed, for over 2 months.
The boy only saw him because he was lying on her floor, so had a clear view
under the bed.
The police arrested
the man, and thankfully there were no other issues, but that’s by far the
creepiest thing that’s ever happened to anyone I know.
Credits to: Adacore
My grandfather died last year sometime
when my son was maybe a year old. We had dinner with the whole family every
Friday night so my son had seen him several times. Mt grandfather was a very
quiet, proud man, but when he thought he was alone or unseen he would make
silly faces at my son to get a laugh. A couple nights after his funeral my son
(who liked to crawl into bed with us in the middle of the night) started just
laughing uncontrollably at like 2 am. So I get out of bed to see what’s going
on, and find my son sitting in the middle of the living room, in the dark,
laughing. I say “hey buddy what are you doing?” In toddler speak he
says “Papa funny!” I got a little nervous for some reason and went to
pick him up and bring him to our room for the rest of the night. And as I’m
hauling him away he says “Bye papa!” And blows a kiss at absolutely
nothing I can see.
Credits to: fatcage
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.