STORY 1: When I was about 8 or 9 years old, I was at a sleepover at a friend’s house. He lived in a ranch-style home with a pool in the backyard, surrounded by a large patio. The living room ran along the entire length of the pool and featured sliding glass doors that stretched the whole way, allowing the living room to open directly onto the patio.
We were hanging out in there, watching movies and having fun, until his parents told us it was late and time to go to bed.As we were leaving the room, my friend reached over to turn off the lights.
Once the reflections disappeared from the glass doors, we saw a man standing on the patio across the pool, just staring at us.We immediately freaked out, screamed, and ran to his parents. But when they came back to check the living room, the man was gone.
I still don’t know how long he had been standing there watching us, but I had nightmares about it for a long time afterward.STORY2: One summer night when I was in high school, I was asleep with my window open.
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Around 3 a.m., I was suddenly roused by someone aggressively honking their car horn repeatedly. At first, I wasn’t fully awake or sure where the noise was coming from. Then, out of nowhere, I heard a woman scream, “Somebody, please help me!”
That made me jump out of bed right away. I ran to my mom’s room and told her we needed to call 911. She quickly called and reported what was happening. After a few minutes, the police arrived. They shined their flashlights around and looked for a while but couldn’t find anyone in the car, so eventually, they left.
The next day, we asked our neighbors if they had heard or seen anything, but no one had noticed a thing. It still creeps me out to this day.STORY 3; I woke up at 3 a.m. to get some water. As I passed my son’s room, I heard his voice saying, “Mom, can you turn off the light?” Without hesitation, I switched it off. But as I climbed back into bed, it suddenly dawned on me—my son wasn’t home; he had gone camping.
I rushed to his room and froze when I saw it was empty. I was absolutely certain I had heard my son’s voice—or at least someone speaking to me in that sleepy, familiar tone. When I told my husband about it, he just laughed and said
