People Share Their Most Frightening True Stories

25. Stack of Newspapers

My family works on giving newspapers to the local neighborhoods near ours, and my parents were paranoid that something might happen if they left me and my two older sisters home asleep. We were quite young at the time so I kinda don’t blame them.

One night we were sent to one of the cars to go and continue sleeping in while my parents were outside discussing things with each other. Me, obviously being tired as heck from waking up suddenly at 4:00 am, I passed out quite quickly. The next thing I know, I wake up to a scream and both of my sisters and my mom crying.

Turns out, a person tried to steal our car with us inside it, not knowing that we were in it. My oldest sister noticed the car was driving a little too quickly so she stood up to see why it was. She screamed and it startled the man, which also made a whole stack of newspapers fall on him, worsening the situation for the man. He fled soon after.

May not be as scary as the others, but it makes me uneasy to think that I was almost kidnapped without me even noticing.

26. Suffering From a Headache

An acquaintance of mine sent his son to a triathlon camp in Texas.

A week later, his son came back from camp. The next day, the son was complaining of a headache. Four days later, he was dead. Healthy, happy, fit 12-year-old one week, dead the next.

Turns out the lake had Naegleria fowleri, the brain-eating amoeba. Nothing scares me as irrationally as already being dead and waiting for your body to catch on.

Link for those interested.

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27. A Text From Him

In my freshman year of college, I had a roommate that was really into drugs. He wouldn’t do them in front of me and it never really affected me so I never really had the guts to say anything about it. He would tell me that he was going fishing and would leave the room for about 30 minutes and then come back high out of his mind. The weirdest part was there was no place to fish within ~30 miles, so I knew he wasn’t fishing but he still brought around his fishing rod for show.

One day he told me he was going fishing with a few friends and about 20 minutes later I heard pounding on my dorm door. He was laying on the floor unconscious with 2 guys who explained to me that they had to carry him back because he fell asleep. They left right after they dropped him on the floor and told me not to tell the R.A. (the person that is in charge of the students on the dorm floor) because he was already on probation with the school. I dragged him into our room and managed to get him on the couch, but still no signs of movement. I poured water on him and shook him to see if I could wake him up but nothing worked. I finally called the campus police and ran to get the RA to help with the situation.

The police showed up and I explained to them that he was probably on drugs and that he was carried back to our room unconscious by some of his friends. The cops quickly realized that he did not have a pulse and attempted to resuscitate him. There must have been 8 people in our small living room trying to figure out a way to get him breathing. Finally, they brought him back to life and he started punching the people around him. He was still really messed and up looked and me and kept making a fist while shouting and swearing at everyone around him.

The cops mentioned to me that if I hadn’t moved as quickly as I did, he surely would’ve died that day. I will never forget the bloodshot look he gave me once he realized what was going on.

He was kicked out of college and that was the last time I saw him. About 5 months after the incident I got a text from him saying I ruined his life and that I would pay for it. It’s been 6 years and he didn’t end up killing me or anything so I think I’m in the clear.

28. Every Loud Bang

One night I was at a bar and as I was standing at the back door, the front doorbell rang, as it was a private club, the bouncer did not let the guys in because they were thrown out earlier. A few minutes later, the front door exploded. A girl sitting right in front of the door was badly injured with large splinters that were 6 to 8 inches long that pierced through her hand and leather jacket and face. Debris had hit me standing at the back door, the bartender was telling everybody to get down and take cover. I ran and hid behind a pool table scared and shaking until the police arrived. Turns out they had stolen quarter sticks of dynamite and used some on the door. To this day when I hear a loud bang or something like it, I hit the floor. I have PTSD because of that. I was 18 then, and I’m now 57.

29. That is When I Knew

My father was a hunter. He was also a Mason and owned his own business and I remember every lesson that he ever taught me. One day he told me that we were going to go hunting on Wednesday. That was something that we never did. He always told me that I had to keep my grades up or I couldn’t go hunting. Secretly, I hated hunting anyway but I couldn’t tell my dad because of his expectations of me. But this time was different, something in my heart told me that something was wrong. I remember that morning like it was yesterday. As we drove in the dark I remember the feeling I had in my stomach. I kept asking myself, why we were going hunting on a school day. why did he kiss my mother goodbye like it was the last time. I also noticed that my dad wasn’t wearing his mason ring. I was so afraid but I didn’t know why. When we got to the place where we hunted, my dad told me that we had the whole place to ourselves because he had rented an acre of land so there wouldn’t be anyone getting in our way. We got out of the car and headed toward the spot where we had hunted before. It was still dark and cold. We had to wade through water that was covered with ice so I stayed behind my dad so he could break the ice as we walked. Pretty soon we came to a levy. It was too late to make it to the blind because the sun was breaking and that is when the ducks would fly from their hiding place. I could see the birds flying everywhere and my dad was shooting as fast as he could. He got one and told me to go get it. Just as I turned to step back into the water, I heard a gunshot and turned around to see my dad running. He had dropped his shotgun and was holding his coat over his chest.

I ran to catch him and asked him what happened. He said that he was shot and fell to the ground. I sat down next to him and tried to talk to him but he couldn’t say anything. He breathing but only a little. I was 12 years old and didn’t know what to do. I jumped up and started running. I was so scared. I must have run for an hour and finally found someone to help. I was out of breath but I grabbed the man’s hand and pulled him toward where my dad was. Then I realized that I was lost and couldn’t find the spot where my dad was. The man told me to keep running and he was going a different way and for me to yell if I found my dad. I took off again and ran until I passed out. When I woke up the sun was high in the sky. I felt like I was in a dream until I heard a helicopter fly over. I got up and ran in the same direction that the helicopter went and ended up at a cabin where there were a few cars and a sheriff. When they found out who I was, The cop took me to the hospital but before we went in he asked me a bunch of questions. He kept asking me how it happened. Over and over. I didn’t see it actually happen. The cop took me into the waiting room and I sat there waiting. The cop said that my uncle was coming to get me. When he walked into the hospital, the doctor met him and they talked for a min. Then he waved at me to come on and we left. That is when I knew that my dad was gone. I am 60 years old now and not one night has passed where I didn’t have a nightmare about that day.

30. Every Picture

Had two friends that used an Ouija board. When they went to bed, they could feel something there with them, watching them. The next day they mostly forgot about it. They went to the local mall (one of the biggest in the U.S.), and in every picture they took together, there was someone in the background. The same person. In. Every. Picture. They showed me the pictures that night so I know it’s real.

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