I’ve had an awful few days and am feeling very unwell. Please distract me. I love creepy true stories, especially glitch-in-the-matrix type stuff.

EDIT: Thanks for all the stories, I’m enjoying them!

  • uSSRI [he/him]@hexbear.netEnglish
    12·
    3 days ago

    My dad was riding bikes with friends as a kid and as they were coming up to a really curved and wooded stretch of road with low visibility, my dad heard a voice loud in his ear saying “get off the road, pull over! Quick!”

    So he stopped and got all his friends to stop and go over to the side of the road he was on. Pretty soon after a car came zooming around the corner way too fast and would have plowed into them all.

    His brother woke up in the middle of the night with weird pressure on his legs, and it looked like someone invisible was sitting on his legs.

    We both used to feel some kind of presence in the house growing up. Like I knew I was the only one home, but had to physically check every room was empty on multiple occasions because it didnt feel like I was alone. That lead to one time I was younger and had snuck out of my room to watch TV at like 3am. I heard something STOMPING hard and fast up the stairs from the basement and then go completely silent once it hit the top of the stairs and didnt hear anything after that.

    • ComradeSharkfucker@lemmy.mlEnglish
      11·
      3 days ago

      Jesus christ that second one would actually fuck me up so bad. I would sometimes have auditory hallucinations as a kid and one time had a visual hallucination I remember very vividly. Some of them were unsettling but never anything like that goddamn.

    • GiorgioBoymoder [none/use name]@hexbear.netEnglish
      10·
      3 days ago

      Like I knew I was the only one home, but had to physically check every room was empty on multiple occasions because it didnt feel like I was alone. That lead to one time I was younger and had snuck out of my room to watch TV at like 3am. I heard something STOMPING hard and fast up the stairs from the basement and then go completely silent once it hit the top of the stairs and didnt hear anything after that.

      Definitely creepy. this is what my childhood nightmares were made of.

    • hedd616 [he/him, comrade/them]@hexbear.netEnglish
      9·
      3 days ago

      If it was in Brazil I would say that’s totally on Pisadeira’s (“stomping woman”) account. It’s one of those old rag types, kinda of Baba Yaga but brazilian folklore has a lot of Baba Yaga alikes not only one.