People Share Their Most Frightening True Stories

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.

TheDirtyPeanut