I was out with my friends and came home pretty late. I didn't want my parents asking questions so I snuck in through the garage. The door was locked but I had a key. I turned the key to unlock it but then I heard an abrupt snap and the door locked again. I repeated this three times. Each time I unlocked the door, the door re-locked. Exasperated, I cried out, "Mom, it's me!"

Then I heard the door unlock. I opened the door and no one was there.

I saw something crouched in the road while I was out driving around one night. Its eyes glowed when my headlights hit it so I assumed an animal of some sort, but when I got within about 15 feet of it, it stood up and looked like a girl standing in the middle of the road.

I slammed on my brakes immediately, but suddenly the road was just empty.

My friend in the car hadn't seen anything, but asked me a few minutes later if it had looked like a girl. He'd apparently seen something similar with his sister a few weeks before in the exact same spot.

I was 15 years old. Was in LA for a convention and Disneyland trip. There was a large group of us. My best friend and I were sitting next to each other on the bus. As were driving from the airport, both my friend and I watch 2 people exit this house on the corner; one starts to run, and the other pulls a pistol out and shoots him down. Then shoots him again. We both looked at each other thinking 'holy crap.'

We told some adults on the trip and they told us we hadn’t seen that and it had never happened. Apparently we were the only ones who noticed.

A few years back, I woke up in the middle of the night. We had a 2-month newborn sleeping in the room next door. I had a video monitor on my bedside table, so that my wife and I could easily check on him.

So, I clicked the button that turns on the video image, and what I saw scared me like nothing ever before.

My baby boy was gone.

Now, I know that instincts should have made me run right into the baby's room. Instead, I froze. I looked over, and my wife was sleeping next to me.

Finally, I moved. But not to run into the other room, like I should have done. Instead, I turned up the volume on the baby monitor.

I heard another woman's voice singing a lullaby. I'm not kidding. Another woman was singing to my baby in a very soft, gentle and melodic voice. I don't remember what song it was, something like "Go to sleep, little baby".

Finally, my freeze broke. I jumped up, ran through the hallway and burst into my boy's room.

He was sound asleep in his crib. No woman. No singing.

Turns out, the monitor was picking up my next-door neighbors' monitor. They had just bought the video monitor for their own newborn (on our recommendation).

Nothing supernatural here, but I don't know if I've ever experienced something scarier.

One time a door to my house's office slammed open when I woke up at 6am. Naturally it slowly opens on its own due to the weight distribution (it takes about 8 seconds to fully open), but it slammed open like it was forced. It was 6am in the middle of winter so no windows were open to create a draft, and everyone was asleep. I was too tired for some ghostly BS so I peed and went back to sleep.

About a year ago I was up watching movies late at night when I got hungry and went downstairs for a snack. My room is across from my daughter’s room and her door was open.

As I was coming back upstairs I start turning left towards my room when I hear, clear as ever, “Daddy can you close the door?” I turn around, don’t say much and just close it. Once I’m back in my room, I lie down to watch TV when it hits me... my daughter isn’t there. She’s spending the night at my parents' house.

I get up and go to her room and sure enough, it’s empty. I woke up my wife and she thinks I’m crazy. Says I was probably tired and maybe it was the TV. I remember the voice so clearly, coming from the direction of her room. It’s very possible that it was just my head playing games but, it definitely made me question a few things.

I was fishing alone along a stretch of river after work one day. The same car drove by me realyl slow a half dozen times, both directions. I got a bit creeped out so when I heard it coming again I pulled my phone out and pretended I was talking to someone.

A guy looking like a creepy hillbilly  got out of his (still idling) car, paced back and forth a couple of times near his still open door, and came at me with his fists clenched, holding something, in a manic, tunnel vision, and aggressive and somewhat dazed posture.

As he neared me I started describing him to the imaginary person on the other line. It freaked the guy out and he ran back to his car and sped out of there.

I called the local police to report it. I sincerely think I avoided serious danger that night. This guy was clearly not coming toward me to see how the fishing was.

I worked at a small gas station in my small town when I was in my late teens. I was stocking sodas around back in the storage room. A man startled me then apologized. He asked me for directions to Washington, DC. I gave him the best directions I could. I sent him toward Philadelphia.

He thanked me and went to his car. There was a kid about my age sitting in the passenger seat. He gave me the most evil stare I've ever seen. I knew there was something really wrong with these two. They pulled off and I forgot about them and got back to work.

I remember watching the news sometime later when they arrested the DC snipers. It was them for sure. Sent chills down my spine. I'm glad they spared me. I've only told a few people because I'm afraid they won't believe me. It still makes me feel a bit uncomfortable when I think about it.

When I was around 11 or so my siblings and I were all playing hide and seek in my house. Now I know under the bed is the first place you always look but for whatever reason I decided to hide under my little sister's bed in her dark room.

So I get down on the floor and squeeze under and wait for the seeker to come looking for me and as I am laying there waiting I hear a little girl giggle next to me. I could clearly see that I was the only one under the bed and I was the only one in the room. I shot out from under the bed and told everyone what happened. That was the end of the game.

About two years after my uncle took his own life, we had a big sixtieth birthday party for my grandmother. We brought the helium balloons home to her condo after the party. One of them started following her - including going down under door frames and bulkheads, then going back up to the ceiling. We never saw it, it would just turn up.

It was printed with "I love you, Mom".

My cousin and I went to Dallas together but he had to stay an extra day for work so I came back to his house on my own. He lives on top of a hill in a big old house and it was a bit creepy.

I was just lounging around when I hear what sounded like some heavy footsteps running a few steps and suddenly stopping. HOLY CRAP. I have a major freak out. Went to check the doors to make sure they were locked. Front door, locked. Side door, locked. Back door.... OH. MY. GOD. Not only unlocked but slightly open. I decided to go through the house and found nothing. Closets, under beds, everywhere. I don't see anything out of the ordinary. Footsteps continued every once in a while. I was pretty sure I was going to die that night.

SPOILER ALERT: I didn't.

When I was about 12 or 13, I woke up in the middle of the night and smelled my father's cologne. I thought it was a little odd since he lived about an hour away but was too tired to care. Went back to sleep.

I woke up the next morning and for some reason my mother hadn't gotten me up for school. It turned out my father had passed away the night before.

I never told anyone for years about that night, but around the age of 23 I told my mom; she was glad to know that she wasn’t crazy, that same night she got startled awake, and the dog was staring at the door wagging his tail. Almost like he was saying good bye before fully leaving.

Was stargazing with my family and noticed a satellite moving slowly across the sky. My uncle says “oh there’s another” and points at another light moving slowly across the sky. Then my aunt goes ” wow look how many”, and points to cluster of about 15-20 white dots (looked like a bunch of satellites) slowly moving in a cluster together across the sky.

“Wow that’s weird” we all collectively agreed as we watch this cluster of unknown lights move across the sky. Then they came to a DEAD STOP instantly. The lights then began to slowly move around each other until they eventually were in a single line across the sky and they slowly faded away into the darkness.

We all still have no idea what on earth they were, and the only thing that makes me know I wasn’t just seeing things is that all 6 of us all saw this happening.

This was the summer of 2015 in Sunriver, Oregon

Last Mothers day I was at my Grandma's house. My sister had just checked herself into rehab and I was feeling pretty upset about the whole thing. I went upstairs to my Grandpa's old room (he passed away about eight years ago) and just kind of sat there for awhile. I spoke out asking for my Grandpa to look after my family during this time, and that I really needed a sign that he was there.

There was a big picture of my uncle on the mirror in the room (taped) that all of a sudden fell off the mirror onto the floor. The door was closed, as was the window. Maybe it just fell, but the whole thing seemed very coincidental especially because my uncle has a lot of issues when he was younger. Now he is really successful, has a beautiful family, etc.

I like to think that my Grandpa moved the picture to tell me that my sister was going to be okay.

I was dozing on the couch at my parents place last year. Not comfortably because I was cold. Then a felt a wave of heat pass over me, which was pleasant enough until I felt these firm, pointed fingertips on my head, like something was standing behind me with its hands on my scalp. I was frightened but then grabbed them and threw them off me. A few minutes later my mum came in and said she heard a door open and had got the feeling she should check on me. Probably a dream but it was super super creepy.

I was 6 and remember playing in my room and my grandpa walks in and talks to me for a few minutes. After a bit he gets up and tells me to “be a good girl for mom,” kisses me on the forehead, and walks out. Mom comes in about 5 minutes later hysterical and told me my grandpa had died overnight and we had to leave to go be with the family two states over, where he lived.

My wife and I were driving up through northern Arizona on Highway 89 between Flagstaff and Page. It was about 1 am, as we were on 3rd shift at the time and often drove at night to avoid traffic. I saw a few sets of eyes glowing in my headlights a little ways up the road, so I let off the gas, slowing down to avoid hitting an animal in the road.

When we drove by we saw several dogs (coyotes?) on the side of the road and I hit the gas and drove by. After we passed my wife said one of them was running next to the car and I looked over and saw it as well, probably 20 feet off the shoulder of the road. I floored it and looked over and it stood up on its hind legs (that's the only way I can describe it) and kept pace with us for a couple seconds before turning away from the road and disappearing.

This whole event probably lasted no more than 10 seconds, but it was seriously the most terrifying 10 seconds of my life. This was probably 20 years ago, and we still rarely talk about it.

I used to have a crappy job at a casino that got me working some pretty weird hours. Some days I would work a normal 9-5, others I would go in at 6PM and not leave until 2 or 3 AM. Not a big deal except by that time in the morning, all the parking spaces around my apartment building would be taken, so I had to park a few blocks away and walk to get to my building.

I would park, get my pepper spray and keys in hand, lock my car, and walk the block or two to my building.

One night, I pulled into the space and got my keys ready. I noticed a guy smoking in the doorway of the bar, about 5 cars down, but he was looking in the other direction and didn't seem to care that I was there. I got out of the car and was about halfway across the street before he noticed I was a girl and I heard him yell, "Hi sweetie!"

I ignored him, and that must have ticked him off, because he yelled a profanity, I started sprinting to my building when I heard the sound of him running up behind me. The building I lived in at the time had been built a long time ago, and everything was outdated, including the security system. After 10 PM the doors would lock automatically, and you would have to put a key in the lock and turn it for the doors to open, and it would take FOREVER.

I finally got the door opened and had just shut it before he got there and was yanking on the handle and screaming at me. My skin was crawling for a few days after that.

When my friend's dad was around 17 years old, he decided to go camping with about 8 or so of his friends. This took place in the Wisconsin forest. When they got to the site, they decided to split up to collect firewood in groups of two, and meet back at the site in around 20 minutes. One group wasn't back right away, and since they were a couple, they just assumed they were fooling in some bushes, and cracked a couple jokes about it. After around an hour they decided they should probably go look for them, and headed off to search in the area they had been collecting wood.

They saw behind a bush part of the girl's bloody shirt, and the man's shoes were lying scattered around the scene. They quickly rushed back to their car so they could drive to the park ranger's office, which was about 5 miles away, and report the incident. However, they found that their gas had been syphoned, so they had no choice but to walk. On their walk back to the office, they saw a semi pass by with one driver and two faces pressed up against the window, which they believe were their friends begging for help.

The two friends were reported missing and have never been found to this day.

When I was 3, our home was broken into. The burglar stole money off of my parent's dresser, and then went into my room and just stared over my sleeping body. I woke up and saw him. My father watched him from his bedroom while calling the police. When the burglar left and the police were there with the lights on, his footprints were in the shag carpet.

This is my earliest memory.

When I was in my early 20s, I was fresh out of the closet and lived in the French Quarter. I started getting hangup calls from someone (presumably a hookup).

After a few months of sporadic calls, someone showed up outside of my window at around 2 AM and started blasting a tape recording of me saying, "Hello...? Hello....?" then drove off.

About 4 years ago now, I was at work late dealing with some closing issues. It took longer than usual, so I ended up being the last to leave. It was pretty late, around 8 pm. My place of work isn’t in the middle of nowhere nor is it in a bad part of town, it’s in a normal, nice area but it is usually abandoned after 7 pm. When I get outside, I hop in my car and prepare to pull out into the street.

As I stop, look both ways, I suddenly notice two figures standing to my left on the sidewalk. Thing is, they were both dressed in whitish body suits from head to toe and rapidly approaching my car. As in -- headed straight for the drivers door with little room to mistake their intent, whatever the end goal might have been.

I hoofed the gas down and turned down the street like a mother. My mirror showed them both moving my way on foot, which alarmed me since I live in the nearby neighborhood barely a 10 minute walk from there.

Didn’t think beyond getting home and locking the door. Nobody else was on the street, near the parking lot, or anything. My town isn’t known for dangerous types or shenanigans, but man if that didn’t scare me. Two strangers in head to toe body suits? It wasn’t halloween and they looked conspicuous as you please, but nobody else saw them.

When I was a teen, I saw a faceless entity in my house one night who was trying to steal my face. 7 years later, I was staying at my friend's house and the first night I was there he said he had a crazy nightmare that some faceless guy was stealing my face. No, I had never told him about it before.

We were staying at a small lodge, about ten rooms. We had the whole place rented to ourselves and there were maybe fifteen of us there. No kids allowed. Woke up in the middle of the night because I heard kids running up and down the hall. Looked out there and nothing. Chalked it up to my imagination.

Next morning got up and casually mentioned over breakfast and three other people had heard it too. Then a staff member overheard us talking and told us that the lodge was actually built where a house had formerly stood. But it had burned down many many years ago, like in the 40's or 50's. And there had been a little girl living there who had died.

I've never gotten goose bumps so bad. All of us were creeped out the rest of our stay.

A few years back, my dad and I headed deep into the Utah countryside to watch the Perseid Meteor Showers. We were leaning against our car when we heard the loudest screeching sound coming from the darkness. We didn't stay to find out what it was, we jetted into the car and we bolted out of there.

Used to live in a two story house with 5 dudes. The upstairs had a kitchen with a sliding glass door going out to the deck. The downstairs had a family room with one of those enclosed staircases that turned at the bottom so you couldn't see the person coming down until the last 4 steps.

One day I was playing SNES with one of the guys and we were the only two home. Heard the sliding glass door open and slam shut, then very loud and very fast footsteps pounding down the stairs then suddenly nothing.. but nobody came down. We both looked at each other like WTF was that?!?

I called out the name of my bf since it was close to the time he comes home from work but total silence. The two of us slowly crept upstairs to find the slider was locked and nobody else was home. We NOPED outside to chain smoke until my bf came home 20 minutes later.

None of our roommates/my bf ever believed us but that was hands down the freakiest thing I've ever experienced and I wasn't alone so I knew I wasn't crazy.

When I was 16, my parents went out of town for a weekend. It was actually pretty sweet because I got to be "king of the castle" for the weekend. So I get home that Friday night and just fool around (internet, video games, etc.) and start watching TV around dusk.

The way our living room was set up was that there was a set of glass doors right next to the television that looked out to the back porch/backyard. The backyard was surrounded by ivy that grew on a hill around a 45-degree angle. So I'm just mindlessly channel surfing and I see some movement outside.

At first I just dismiss it thinking it's a bird or a neighborhood cat or something, but I then notice that whatever is moving is WAY bigger than a bird or a cat. I go and put my face near the glass and stare into the backyard -- and there's some dude just crouching in the ivy looking into the house. Our eyes meet and he has somewhat of an "oh crap!" moment and BOLTS out of our yard. Scared the life out me.