11 Creepy Twists That Could Make Hitchcock Feel Like a Rookie

These 11 real-life tales prove that the most unsettling things don’t come from movies, they come from everyday homes, quiet streets, and seemingly innocent children. Reality can be far scarier than fiction. Check the bonus section, where Reddit users solved some really creepy mystery.

• I was babysitting for a sweet couple, Norma and Ethan, whom I’d met on Facebook. While tucking in their 5-year-old daughter, Emma, she suddenly whispered, “Norma isn’t my real mom. My real mom is in the closet.”
  Horrified, I opened the closet and found it filled with portraits of a young woman who looked strikingly like Emma. When Norma and Ethan returned, I told them what had happened. Norma just shrugged. “Emma has a wild imagination,” she said.
  But when I opened the closet to show her, the portraits had vanished. No one had gone near it all day. To this day, I can’t decide if it was a cruel joke or a disturbing family secret accidentally revealed by a 5-year-old. — Anna H.

• (Edited by Bright Side) My mom disappeared on a trail near town. We used to hike it almost every Sunday as a family. It was about two miles, ending at a pond where locals liked to fish.
  That day, my dad was sick, so it was just me and her. We laughed and walked until I had to pee. She told me to go ahead, and stayed behind, maybe twenty feet away. Nothing seemed unusual, except for the sound of a branch snapping, which I brushed off as nothing.
  I finished, turned around to call her, and she was gone. I waited half an hour, thinking maybe she’d stepped off the trail too. Then I ran to the pond. Then I sprinted back to the parking lot, and the car was still there. Locked. She had vanished into thin air. Nobody could find her, her case faded into silence.
  Recently, I woke up in my college dorm. When I checked my mailbox around noon, there was a white envelope with handwriting on it and no sender. “Happy birthday, carrot. I’m still waiting for you at the same place. Come here tomorrow at dawn, and look for my blue coat. Signed, Mom.” Reading those words sent chills all over my body.
  Since my mom vanished eight years earlier, my family had gotten dozens of fake letters and false leads. But that word, carrot, told me this one was different. It was our inside joke. She started calling me that after I once scarfed down a whole plate of carrots just so she’d let me go play at the arcade. Nobody else could have known. © Accomplished_Low7889 / Reddit

• After college, I lived in a second floor apartment. One night, I woke up trying to open my car door. In my sleep, I left my apartment, navigated stairs, and found my car.
  Thankfully, I forgot to grab my keys. It freaks me out 20+ years later. © the_owl_syndicate / Reddit

• This happened when I was 14 or 15 in high school: my family was really poor, and I didn’t have a bed, so I slept in an old recliner. One day, my friend from school mentioned her family was getting rid of a bed so I could have it if I wanted, and I took her up on the offer.
  A few days later I got the bed and had set it up in my room, I was stoked to sleep on a real bed after years of sleeping on a chair. I’m not sure how many times I slept on it before I moved back to the recliner, but it wasn’t more than 5 for sure: I was having crazy nightmares and just a very weird feeling that I could see the darkness move when I woke up.
  The last night I slept on it, I was having a dream that someone was whispering something to me that I couldn’t comprehend and running fingers down my back, when I woke up I heard the same whispering, superfast weird guttural noises like an inch from my ear.
  I freaked out and left my room for the night, I was sleeping on the couch in my living room when my mom came out and asked what happened. I didn’t tell her, ’cause I didn’t want her to think I was crazy.
  Fast-forward a week or 2, my grandparents were coming into town. My ma decided that they could sleep in her bed and she would sleep in mine, since I had since moved back to sleeping on the recliner.
  The very first night, she woke me up and asked if I was talking to her, I said no. The second night, she woke me up frantically and told me that she heard someone whispering in another language in her ear and that we had to leave the house immediately.
  I explained to her that I thought the bed was haunted — she was mad I didn’t tell her before she slept on it, I explained that I didn’t want her to send me to a psych ward. The next day, we sent that nightmare mattress straight to the dump. © Ian Bryant / Quora

• A long waist line ago (mid 90s) I was a Countryside Ranger on the West Coast and one day I was carrying out a phase one habit survey when I came across a camp set up in remote, unmanaged woods. Tent, stove, kettle, sleeping bag in tent, some cooking equipment, rucksack and a pair of walking boots at the tent entrance with a sock in each boot.
  The problem was it had been there for years. The tent was ripped and weathered, pots full of pine needles, and moss has covered most of the equipment. The rucksack and a couple items of clothing in it and, strangely, a flute. Nothing in the rucksack and anything to ID anyone.
  We carried out a search of the area with police, dogs, locals and mountain rescue. Weeks later not a thing, nothing, absolutely no trace of anything or anyone. Will never know what happened to that person that felt compelled to leave their camp, and leave their flute behind. © Reservoir_Dogz / Reddit

• One night, around 3am, I was dead asleep with my ex-boyfriend next to me. All of a sudden, I hear someone IN my house asking if anyone was home. I woke up my ex, and told him to go see what the hell was going on. He was a total chicken and made me go.
  I get out of bed, can’t find my glasses, but the guy is still shouting. I come out of my bedroom in my pajamas and see there is a big bald dude in what looks to be a police uniform standing in my entryway.
  I’m squinting trying to get a good look at him, and he looks at me and says, “I just wanted to tell you that your door was left unlocked, and you should lock it.” I mumble something to the effect of, “Uh, thanks?” and he leaves my apartment.
  I’m still as blind as a bat, but I see that he walks away instead of getting into a car. (No policeman would be policing the woodsy area I live in on foot.)
  The next day, I called the local police station and asked if any officers had reported this incident, and they said they would check with the on duty officers and get back to me. They called me the next day and said no one had done this.
  I still get freaked out when I think about this happening, and I wish I knew what that guy was up to. © quirkytiff / Reddit

• My brother came into town on business and invited me to go out on his expense account. I let my wife know not to wait up and met up with him once I got off work. We spent the night going from place to place, catching up on what had been going on in our lives until the last premise closed (around 2-3am). Then we stumbled back to his hotel room and passed out.
  I woke up the next morning around 7am and went home. My wife had already left so I didn’t see her. An hour or so later, she called me and asked where I had gone so early that morning. I was confused, ’cause I didn’t get home until after she had left for work. I explained this to her and she got really scared.
  She explained that around 12:30-1am she heard a key in the front door and the door opening. She sat up in bed and saw a male figure come in (who she assumed was me) and go into the living room. She assumed that I had just decided to sleep on the couch rather than come into the room and risk waking her up.
  So she just rolled over and went to sleep. A few hours later (around 5-6am) she heard someone moving around downstairs again and then the front door opened, and she watched the person leave and heard the door lock. She thought I was heading out and just rolled back over to sleep again.
  We lived in a neighborhood of town homes where every house looked the same so we guess someone just got the wrong house and had a key that was close enough to ours to work. Then woke up and realized they were in the wrong house and got out. We called a lock-smith and had the locks changed that day. © dameon5 / Reddit

• Back in my senior year of high school, there was a guy who often came into the store where I worked. He was probably in his mid-20s, and over time we became friendly, talking a lot about movies and video games. One weekend, he asked if I wanted to hang out. I got a weird gut feeling and told him no, using the excuse that I was grounded for bad grades.
  A few days later, I saw a news story about a house fire on a nearby street. Three kids had been rescued unharmed by a man who rushed inside. To my shock, it was the same guy who had asked me to hang out. Turns out, since I’d said no, he took a babysitting job that night, and ended up saving three children’s lives. — Alina S.

• About thirty years ago, my younger brother, Dominick, passed away after a motorcycle accident when he was 34 years old. Our family was devastated, especially my mother. As is always the case, you push through the wake and the funeral.
  About two weeks after his passing a few days before Mother’s Day, my mother and I were crying together, and she said “Jenny I miss his voice so much. Do you remember last year on Mother’s Day, when he sent me that beautiful cassette tape of that country star singing about his mother?” We cried a little more, and then I told her I would see her on Sunday, which was Mother’s Day.
  The next day I was doing laundry in the basement of my home and noticed one of the storage room doors opened. I walked over and looked in and realized that Dominick had stored a lot of his personal items there. Instantly, I felt this surge of energy or force that told me to take everything out of the storage room. I was moving boxes and boxes of his things out into the center of the basement.
  I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I felt there was something I was supposed to find. Finally, I saw a box sitting in the corner which said “recorded tapes from therapy”. I pulled out the box — walked directly upstairs — called my mother and told her to come over right away.
  I ran and got a cassette player and opened the box. I realized I had probably fifty tapes with his voice on them from his sessions with his therapist. My son who was special (Down Syndrome) picked up one of the tapes in the box and handed it to me. It was dated May of the year before.
  My mom walked in, and I started to cry, and I said to her “Mom I think we can hear Dominick’s voice again.” We turned on the tape, and we heard Dominick talking about how he had sent his mother this cassette tape for Mother’s Day, and he started singing the words to the song right then and there on the tape.
  We all stood there silently sobbing and realized that this amazing and kind soul — my brother — had managed to wish his mother a Happy Mother’s Day even though he had passed. © Jenny March / Quora

• So it was around May-June 2019. My father was out of station for some business related work. So only me, my mother and my little sister (6y/o) were home. It was around evening when I was with my mom in the kitchen, chit-chatting with her while she was making food.
  Let me give you a view of our kitchen. It was something like this, with the kitchen on the left side and the bathroom on the other. So if you stand in the kitchen, you can see if anyone goes to the washroom. My mother was facing towards the wall, and I was standing leaning to the kitchen stand, but I was looking towards my mom.
  Now my little sister came running and went to the washroom and slammed the door. But we ignored it, thinking she was in a hurry. Now 25 min later when she still didn’t come out I said to my mom that what is taking her so long? Why is she not coming? My mother asked me to go have a look.
  I checked the washroom but to my surprise there was no one! Even lights were off. I told my mom, and she said that can’t be possible, go ask your sister. When I went to her room, she was fast asleep. I was shocked and scared, obviously. I told my mom, and she was also scared, like who was that???
  When my sister woke up, we asked her if she came to use the bathroom. She said, why would she use the common bathroom if she has her own bathroom in her room. This was a very scary incident for me and my mom. © Saanvi / Quora

• When I was about 8 or 9, my family took me to one of those makeshift “beach parks” in South Georgia. It was really just a huge man-made pond: the owner had dumped in sand, planted a few palm trees, set up grills, and added a rickety waterslide.
  We always parked across from this tiny sand island about thirty yards out. I wasn’t a strong swimmer, but I could bounce off the bottom and make my way there.
  One day, on my way out, my foot landed on something strange. I swear I felt a nose against my toes, and strands of fine hair drifting through the water. Terrified, I scrambled back and refused to swim again that day.
  I didn’t think much of it at the time. Years later, though, I saw a news story: divers had pulled a rare collectible doll out of that very lake. It ended up selling for a fortune at auction. — Rob Z.

Bonus: a creepy mystery that got solved by Reddit users

• My aunt woke up in the middle of the night and noticed the red LED light on her TV was off. She rolled over in bed and saw the light turn back on. When she woke up the next morning, her TV was gone, along with a ton of other stuff. © Willbullock12 / Reddit
  
  Someone walking in front of it? © FizzleKit10 / Reddit
  
  That is so creepy. That means there was someone in the room with her while she was sleeping and when she woke up someone was blocking the light that she couldn’t see. Good thing she rolled over and went back to sleep, if she might’ve been more aware of what was happening, it could’ve ended very badly for her. © theOTHERdimension / Reddit

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