People Are Revealing the Scariest Place They Have Ever Been To

An old tuberculosis sanatorium called, Waverly Hills Sanatorium, in Louisville, Kentucky.

The place always has reputation for being haunted, as many patients in that facility died excruciating deaths to tuberculosis.

Most of the upper floors were the same as they had been back in the day as it was pretty much abandoned. Peeling paint, old metal bed frames, broken windows.

The place was a Halloween spectacle with the bottom floor turned into a commercial haunted house with spooks. If you paid a little extra, you got to do a special tour of all the other floors in the dark...

The brown peeling wallpaper, long empty corridors, and the occasionally writing and hand prints on the walls didn’t do it justice.

You could feel the heaviness as you walked around.

As gruesome as the slow on-set of tuberculosis can be, the inhuman things the staff would do to the patients were something out of a horror flick.

Doctors raping patients then performing lobotomies and abortions to eliminate the evidence, nurses being negligent or vengeful keeping patients tied to their bed too long, and the worst of all was the general lack of funding for the place.

Around 75-100 patients for a nurse at one point. Also, many crazy treatments were done during this time like doctors putting balloons in patients lungs to artificially inflate them, or taking ribs and muscle out to help them breathe better.

My experience, I’ve never felt so alone with a group of 10 people in my life. It was the size, the history, and the general feeling of being lost.

Walking the halls where people were dying in the sun on the open walkways.

The trip in the body tunnel, used to keep bodies out of sight of the patients of others who had died, was claustrophobic and eerily quiet even with hundreds of people outside.

The scariest place was the top floor, possibly the most haunted.

You would come up the elevator or steps in the middle and to one side were the children’s wing and the other side was the elderly.

It was believed they helped one another feel better in hopes of recovering for the children or making passing easier for the elderly.

They both had an open air patio on the roof and tons of glass on the roof and walls, but you could still see all the little bed frames of the children’s area.

On the other side, room 502. The scariest room in the place. It is said that two nurses killed themselves in/from that room.

One story the guides told was that an unmarried nurse had an affair with a doctor at the sanatorium. She became pregnant and the doctor insisted she have an abortion, as he was married and his reputation was at stake.

Her blind love for the man led her to agreeing to the procedure, which the doctor did himself (rumor has it the child was alive and the doctor walked out the back of the sanatorium and threw it down the hill behind the place as it sits on a tall hill).

The nurse, overcome with guilt, hanged (proper use of the word) herself in 502.

The other nurse was later when funds were cut and she was one of 3-4 nurses to handle 400+ TB patients.

One can imagine why she decided to one day jump from room 502 in the middle of her shift.

Walking into this room didn’t feel different, but the storm made that top floor much more reverent.

To this day, I still get chills thinking about that place and especially the children’s ward, the underground “body chute” tunnel, and room 502.

Username: Pktur3

In 2005, I explored an abandoned Pioneer camp in Karelia, about an hour and a half north of St. Petersburg, Russia, with my wife, my 8-year old niece, and my friend Ben who was also in his early 30s at the time.

For a little background, the Pioneers were essentially Soviet Girl and Boy Scouts, and most school kids back then joined once they were 9 years old or so.

This place had been abandoned probably since around the time the USSR fell apart, and this was about 12 years later (2005), and it was absolutely decrepit.

The grounds themselves were terribly overgrown, but not too bad - some broken down basketball courts, overgrown soccer fields, what had been a small stage and bleachers, etc. There were also several buildings - some wooden, some concrete - and these were a disaster area.

Half of them had already fallen or been burned down entirely, and one looked like the Murrah Building in Oklahoma City after the 1995 bombing. One of the two-story concrete buildings still looked relatively intact, so we decided to check it out.

This building had housed both a girl's dormitory and classrooms. My friend Ben took about 10 steps inside and noped right out of there, getting a case of the shakes and saying he would wait for us outside (probably while chain-smoking).

We were there in the late afternoon on a beautiful sunny day (this was during White Nights, so it's not like the sun would be going down any time soon) but deceptively dim and chilly inside, even though all the windows had long since been broken out and it was quite a warm day.

It wasn't too big, maybe 12 rooms separated by one long hallway on each floor, and one stairwell. There were the usual and not unexpected signs of long years of neglect - the smell of mildew and piss, piles of rotting leaves, prodigious quantities of animal droppings, etc.

There were rats in every room that *sometimes* scattered when we walked in, but not always (mostly the bigger ones).

There was a surprising amount of stuff that remained from when the camp was operational. Things like ripped up Pioneer flags, wall murals of the Soviet Union showing the different ethnic groups in each of the republics, LOTS of old photographs of the kids (looking very 80's, I might add) some of which were still pinned to the walls, and even some of their old art projects were scattered all about.

I always get a strange feeling when I see old forgotten pictures in a setting like that, like those are ghosts of a forgotten age, gone but still PRESENT in the place.

Contrast the encroaching nature and all of these oddly off-putting remnants of the happy camp life of decades prior with pretty much all possible omens that we were NOT supposed to be in this place.

The place was primarily a physical hazard, with holes broken through the floor between the first and second stories, lots of broken furniture and glass everywhere, and things like light fixtures looked like they could fall on your head without warning.

At a minimum, the chances of someone falling/breaking an ankle/stepping on a rusty nail were pretty darn high.

Unfortunately, my niece, Dasha, was fearless - she had apparently decided that the place was to be used as her personal playground, running down the halls, laughing and shouting, jumping over the debris, and even hanging off of a rusty metal railing at one point.

Most of my attention was spent in trying to get her to calm down and keep her from killing herself, while not stepping on, brushing up against, or touching anything around me.

She was a fiercely intelligent, willful, and independent girl (still is today), and my Russian was pretty bad (still is today, but less so), so it wasn't like she was listening to me or my wife much.

Worst of all, there were signs that people either lived there or frequently used this place as a drug den or crash pad. In some of the smaller, dimmer, windowless rooms, which we didn't enter, I could see used hypodermic needles, random blood stains, and filthy mattresses amongst a bunch of (recent) trash.

One of the rooms had some old metal bed-frames with animal bones laid or strung up on some of them.

The worst part was also an inescapable feeling that there were *other people present in the building* that were staying out of sight but keeping an eye on us the whole time we were there. I also had this thought that I was intruding in someone's home, or trodding on someone's grave.

The fact that Dasha was laughing, shouting, and jabbering at the top of her lungs the whole time could've woken the dead, so it wasn't like we were being particularly discreet about being there, either. All this led me to a bizarre insectoid fight-or-flight mental state.

I alternated between feeling that I was not actually experiencing what I was experiencing, and an elevated consciousness where everything suddenly became VERY real and VERY clear. This feeling lasted for some time even after we'd left.

It took probably about 2 minutes to come to the conclusion that we ought to leave this place (and the sooner the better), but probably 20 minutes to finally convince Dasha to leave her Satanic Six Flags and go home.

We ended up bribing her with the promise of ice cream, and walked the mile back home through the woods to the little town where my wife's parents had their dacha. I probably took an hour-long shower as well.

The heebie jeebies never had me so bad.

Username: Capnmarvel76

Years ago, my high school toured a bunch of homeless shelters in the city one day.

One of them was a Christian-run organization that would only house the homeless if they were Christian, or agreed to be converted.

The workers introduced us to some of the residents, some who were no longer homeless, but still chose to spend all their time there, even sleeping there a lot of the time.

It was an eerie vibe that people who came through the system there tended to not ever leave.

That wasn’t the creepy part. The building had a weird layout.

The ground floor, where we entered, went down several long flights of stairs.

They took us on a tour of the lower floors (there were three floors total , I believe.) the further we got down the stairs, the more I felt this tightness in my chest, sort of an extreme nervousness that I haven’t felt before or since.

The first floor we descended to was the kitchen pantry.

There were so many people down there, milling about as if everything was normal that I was convinced what I was feeling was just in my head, so I tried to shake it off.

We proceeded down yet another set of stairs to the very bottom, and my body was in full flight mode.

The hair on my arms was standing up, despite it being pretty warm in the building.

There was just a malevolent feeling to the place. The bottom floor was sort of a store-all for the place.

There was a rickety elevator that was currently not operational, and giant freezers where they kept their meat for meals.

The room was tunnel-like, seeming to go on forever, and the further in we went, the darker it got, and the more panicked I was.

I finally broke away from the group of 20 or so, and waited for them halfway up the stairs we’d come down initially.

I later researched the place and found out that it used to be a funeral home.

The place had burned down three separate times before, only to be rebuilt.

The only part that the fire never reached was the bottom floor, which operated as the morgue.

Eventually, the building was bought out by the homeless shelter folks, and they’d kept a lot of the original equipment for the bottom floor.

The freezers I’d seen used to store bodies.

Years later, a friend of mine volunteered there on weekends, helping out with meals.

They sent her down the (apparently now operational) elevator to get some meat for the dinner.

She was never afraid of the place like I had been, but she said she didn’t feel like she was alone on that ride down, and the feeling of being watched was heavy in the room with the freezers.

I’m still not sure what what to make of it, but I’ve never been shaken to the core like I was in that basement.

Username: MamaHoodoo

I grew up in a haunted house. I've heard a lot of people say this and just talk about feelings they got or cupboards being open. The ghost we had was a dick.

If it had just been feelings and cupboards alone, it wouldn't have been as terrifying.

I left for camp and my sister was at home. I said goodbye and didn't see her until I got home the next day.

After I had left, she got in the shower and kept hearing scratching on the wall from the kitchen and on the bathroom door.

She thought it was our mom, who wasn't supposed to be home for another hour or so. She gets out and walks into the living room in a towel, calling for our mom.

She looked outside and saw that her car wasn't in the driveway. Freaks out, calls mom, mom calls uncle who lived a couple blocks away.

Uncle rushes to thehouse, has to use his key, because the side door was locked. Searches the house and finds no one, all windows were locked and all doors were locked, except the one he unlocked on the way into the house.

My mom bought a ping pong table/air hockey table and put it in the unfinished basement for me and my friends. We were all 14-16 years old at this time. We sat around in the cool basement and played on the cheap/small air hockey table and just hung out.

One if my friends had asked me if my mom was home. It was the middle of the day and I said no. So we all get quiet and listen. Foot steps are heard right above us, in the living room.

Someone was pacing back and forth. We run up stairs and the house is empty. No way out of the living room without being seen from coming upstairs. As we're all in the living room, we hear something shatter downstairs.

We all cautiously make our way back downstairs. I won't lie to you, I was not in the lead. My friend that was braver than all of us, led the rest of us down.

We searched the whole basement and found that an empty jar had fallen off of the self that was mounted to the cinderblocks that made up the walls. We stopped hanging out at my house

A few years earlier than #2, my mom bought me a bunk bed from one of her coworkers. 9 year old me thought it was the greatest thing ever. For a few days. As I laid in bed on the top bunk, I would hear things in the attic. Scratching, shuffling and the sorts.

I would awake to the sound of something scratching the ceiling, less than a foot away from my face. Mom was convinced that we had a mouse problem in the attic and convinced my uncle to come and set traps.

As he came out, covered in insulation, he told us he crawled all over the attic and saw no signs of mice or anything else; nonetheless he had set the traps and would return to check them.

There was never anything in the traps. I slept on the bottom bunk until the day my mom got rid of the bunk bed.

Being a little older, I had learned to just ignore these things. At 18, my sister had moved away, my mom had remarried and I had found myself alone in the house a lot.

My mother and step dad had taken off on vacation and had left me there alone. I had just gotten off work and got in the shower. I had heard doors opening and closing while I was in.

Not thinking anything of it, I finished showering and put it to the back of my mind. Drying off, I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door to a dark hallway, which I had left the light on, just before getting in theshower.

All the doors in the hallway were closed before I got in, except mine. Walking to my room, I notice the door to my old room (where I had the bunk bed, after my sister moved out, I got her room).

It was right across the hall from mine. I eyed it being open, suspiciously, but knew that my shotgun was just inside my room. As I turned around to close my door, i was facing the hall.

The door slowly shut. I shut my door and locked it. Grabbed my shotgun and put it on my bed.

Grabbed the shells off my dresser and loaded it, all while wearing a towel. I grabbed my cellphone and dialed the only person I knew that still lived in the neighborhood. I told him if it was him, he was about to get an ass full of bird shot.

He assured me that he was in town (10 minutes way). I got dressed and I heard the knob to my old room jiggle.

It was an older door and knob, the knob was pretty loose and would make a very distinct sound when it was turned. I heard that sound. I froze. Listening, or trying to over my pounding heart.

I heard nothing else. It was an old house, you could not walk anywhere without the floor squeaking in some way or another.

Trust me, I tried sneaking out of that house many times. My friend pulled up and I went and unlocked the front door. We went room by room and searched the entire house.

I was alone the entire time. I stayed at a friends house that night and avoided going there by myself as much as possible.

Also, it is worth noting that when my mom sold that house, my step dad was very eager to get out of it. He would never say why, but I was happy that I don't have to go there ever again.

Username: [deleted]

I didn't write this story but it gave me extreme chills, and is super relevant to this thread. The OP also deleted his account so I hope it's fair game.

"It's been awhile so it's unlikely anyone would read this except for OP, but what the hell.

I was in Taiwan one year when I was younger, and had travelled to a busy night market (these are popular gatherings that usually operate in the evening). Nearby I spotted a sign for a netcafe in a 5-6 story tall building. Thinking I'd fire off some quick emails, I walked in the dark, small entrance of the building.

The building was older and hasn't been well maintained, but it's not out of the ordinary in Taiwan. The entrance just had a dark hallway that led to a small elevator.

I pressed the elevator call button and entered. The elevator was uncharacteristically new compared to the building, but I didn't think much of it.

Like some Chinese buildings, there wasn't a fourth floor (it's considered bad luck since "four" sounds like "death"), so it just read 1-2-3-5-6, which was usual. I looked for the floor the netcafe was at-- 6th floor, and pressed the button.

It lurched into action quietly and began the ascend. When it stopped, I figured it was my floor so I instinctively began to step out. Right before stepping out, however, the sight outside the elevator stopped me.

It was pitch dark, only lit by the light in the elevator, it looked like it hasn't been occupied for decades, with some random pieces of furniture covered with white cloth or similar. It was a small building, so each floor were single occupancy, so I could see pretty much the entire floor from the elevator. Thinking I must have gotten the wrong floor, I checked the light (that indicates which floor you're on).

Strangely, there was nothing, none of the indicators were on, but the floor button to the netcafe was still lit so I know I haven't gotten there yet. All this happened within a couple of seconds.

That's when I noticed a figure moving in the distance of the floor-- it was not very visible but I could make out what looks like a person dressed in some kind of gown, moving slowly towards the elevator. I was thoroughly creeped out, so I started pressing the close door button.

As soon as I pressed it, the elevator light flickered off. I am this close to pissing my pants, and it's actually kind of freaking me out thinking back to it.

The lights flickered back on under a second and the door closed, the elevator jolted back to life. A few moments later it opened again to the netcafe.

I am beyond relieved at this point. I walked out immediately and sat down at a computer. After gathering my wits a bit, I walked over to the cashier's desk and told them what I saw.

The girl working there listened and her face turned a bit ashen, so I asked her if she heard of similar.

She told me that she's never experienced it, but some coworkers and occasional customers have brought it up-- basically, the building has 6 floors, and the fourth floor had a history.

Apparently the floor used to be a hair salon of sorts, until one of the employees killed herself there for some reason.

She slit her wrists over the hair wash station and died.

The store continued operations despite stories of weird appearances-- when customers got their hair rinsed the water would look a little red, like the customer was bleeding, little things like that, and a couple people reported seeing someone's figure walking away in the mirror.

Naturally, the business closed down a few months later.

The building owner tried to re-rent the place out, but never had any luck. Most businesses are quite superstitious, and no one wanted to rent the fourth floor after someone had died in it, even at a very cheap price.

Finally, after dropping the price to nearly nothing, a stationary supplies store wanted to rent. During the renovations of the floor, however, several accidents would happen.

Tools would end up in strange places, a mirror from the previous business shattered when no one was near it, and finally a worker had his hand jammed between the elevator doors when it closed on him unexpectedly. The workers refused to continue working and finally, the business left and the building owner finally gave up and shut down the floor.

He then had the elevator company come in to replace the panel so that the elevator could not go to the fourth floor.

Let me repeat that-- the elevator was programmed to never go to the fourth floor. It doesn't even have a button. But for some reason, sometimes when people take the elevator, it would go to the fourth floor and the doors would open, and some, like myself, would see a figure walking around in the dark."

Username: SwordofGondor

This was at Illinois State University, in Williams Hall which was previously a library, this was during the summer months so not many students were on campus.

(Note this building is said to be haunted)

(Also side note the man in this story has a ghost/spirit or something living in his family's home in Chicago and has been with the family for years)

A friend of mine was at ISU for a scholar camp program, may have been a writing camp (He was not an ISU student).

Anyway he was in a computer lab on one of the lower floors and decided to get up and used the bathroom he went up a staircase and headed right.

He found a bathroom but said it was a little odd of a location like it was in a dead end tight corner with offices in the corner as well so three doors.

He entered the bathroom and saw it was BEAUTIFUL like really old fashioned decor.

He said he remembered a lot of stalls and the urinals were really old fashioned and tall but super cool looking

and on one of mirrors something was written on it like graffiti ( I forgot what it said but I could ask him later) he said they had soap dishes that had detail on it.

So he finished up in the bathroom and went back down to the computer lab.

He was talking to the other people in the class and was bragging about how cool the bathroom was I guess he hyped it up so much that people wanted to see!

Of course he said he would take them during the break so he and a couple students went and when they got to the bathroom it was completely different it was a single bathroom no stalls, one toilet, no urinals, no soap dishes it had a soap dispenser now.

Nothing was the same except the graffiti on the mirror but it wasn't the same type mirror.

Now at first he thought maybe he took them the wrong way, after retracing his steps he figured out that he did not take them to a different bathroom.

So the other people thought he was joking around and he was like why would I lie about that? and why would I bring you guys to that bathroom?

SO it started to drive him nuts he was in that writing camp in the same building for a few more days so he decided to check out every bathroom in the building.

He never found the old fashioned bathroom or anything that resembled it.

When he went home he looked up a map of the building and looked at every bathroom and nothing seemed out of ordinary.

This was maybe 4 years ago and still to this day he says this is the scariest situation he has ever been in.

It was scarier than years of ghost type encounters he has faced at home.

Username: [deleted]

A couple months into my first deployment to Iraq my squad and I spent a few weeks at Abu Ghraib prison teaching classes to and working with an Iraqi Army unit.

The classes only lasted a couple hours a day, the rest of the time we sort of supervised them while they conducted whatever it was they were doing that day.

We were told that Abu Ghraib was something of a national landmark and the Iraqi government wanted to ensure they maintained control of it. This was about a year and a half or so after the big scandal and the prison had zero prisoners while we were there.

We could go wherever we wanted as long as we were inside the compound walls. Every once and a while our interpreter would tell us some of the history of the prison or some insight into how it was run back when Saddam was in power.

There were multiple smaller compounds/cell blocks inside the main compound.

We went into most of the buildings at one point or another, sometimes training, sometimes exploring, we even lived in one of them while we were there. Some of them were just old and dirty, most of them were creepy as hell though.

I remember once (and ONLY once), we went into the all inclusive death row/execution/morgue building. I will never forget it.

When you walked in the door there was a long corridor of cells on the left which was death row. The cells were so small, like maybe 3x10 feet.

Our terp said that they’d cram 10-20 guys in each of the cells for the last few weeks of their lives before they would be executed.

There were all sorts of things carved all over the walls, really morbid stuff like “there is no God here”, or how they “didn’t want to burn”.

It was all in Arabic so this was translated to us via the terp.

On the right was a huge open room with really high ceilings.

There was a ramp that wrapped around one half of the room leading up to a platform that stuck out about 5 feet or so and was about 5 feet off the ground that spanned the whole back wall.

This was the gallows. It was kind of surreal, having never seen an actual functioning gallows before, outside of movies and books.

There were two U-shaped pieces of rebar sticking out of the ceiling each centered over a no-shit rusty trap door (complete with pull lever). The concrete floor below the platform looked as if it had been used for lighting fires below the trap doors.

The room directly in front of you when you walked in was some kind of morgue-ish room.

I don’t know what the mortuary procedures were at this place, but this room looked like a straight-up horror movie set.

All the equipment was gone and the only indication of the room’s purpose was a big ceramic slab in the middle of the room with a human-shaped indentation in the center of it.

If you were to stand in one of the cells closer to to entrance you would have been able to see and hear absolutely everything going on in that building.

I always thought that was super fucked up.

Whenever we’d open the door to go into any of the other buildings (again, no prisoners for a while) we’d startle birds or rats or whatever else was in there and you’d hear birds chirping up in the support beams, or flapping their wings as they flew out a window or some rodent scurrying down the hall.

This was not the case in that building. No noise. No life. It was like they knew it was a bad place.

Saddam used the prison to execute political prisoners by the hundreds.

We were told by the Iraqi soldiers we worked with and our interpreter it was not uncommon for prisoners to beg, cry, scream, and soil themselves just for being escorted near the building let alone transferred to it.

You could just feel that it was a bad place.

It was also very, very, very creepy.

Username: BN_03

Me and 5 friends were driving from Tennessee to I think Illinois for a concert. It was quiet a long drive so when when we felt like we were close enough we stopped at a random exit to stay the night.

From the exit we picked we could see a super 8 hotel, a corn field, a gas station, and a giant water tower that said Oakawville.

We booked the night at the super 8 and decided for whatever reason to go driving around the town in the middle of the night even though we had been driving all day.

I remember it being really dark.

From what I can recall I don't even think the street lights were on and it seemed as though there were no people even though nothing looked overgrown or like it had been abandoned long.

Total ghost town. It was like we had driven into another dimension or something.

Eventually we happened upon what I now know to be the Original Springs Hotel. None of us had ever heard of it before.

It is a large building that looks like some kind of old plantation from the early 1900s. Around the side of the building there's a Harley and a station wagon.

No others cars around. We go inside to the front desk thinking we'll ask how much it would be to stay there instead of the super 8.

There's a small tv on behind the desk, a long dark hallway to the right, and a staircase leading down to the left. No people. My friend dings the bell a few times but no one ever comes to greet us.

A little strange we think but it is the middle of the night. We decide to go exploring anyway so we take the stairs to the left down into what looks like a prison cell block with a pool in the middle and two floors of rooms on either side.

We walk past the pool and split up. 2 friends go right and I go with the others up a spiral staircase on the left. As we are walking up the stairs we spot an old woman in white clothes walking next to the pool in our direction.

Without speaking we all seem to assume that she works there and we should explain ourselves.

When we get to her she stops but doesn't speak or look directly at any one of us. One of my friends begins explaining that we tried to get someone's attention at the front desk to which she replies "I was there the whole time."

Again without speaking we all decide it's time to leave so we just say "bye" and as we make our way back up the stairs she just keeps walking.

After speaking with a few of the employees at the gas station next to the super 8 we learned that place is famous for being haunted.

This was years ago and I just decided to show my girlfriend the place I had been talking about so I looked it up to show her.

Turns out people often claim to have seen a woman in white roaming the halls at night. Sometimes she even comes into their room and stands at the foot of their bed.

When I heard that I got chills like I've never had in my life. If I'm ever going to have seen a ghost in my life that was it.

It should also be noted that I wasn't on board for any of the exploring and only went because I didn't want to be left alone in an empty parking lot in the middle of nowhere and that old woman scare the shit out of me.

Also should mention that another friend who wasn't coming on the trip took a shit in a cup and put it underneath the spare tire in the back so the whole way there and back we kept smelling shit but had no idea why.

Legendary.

Username: pheerips

Back in High School, I used to run Cross Country. One of the invitational meets was held at the Eastern State Hospital.

This is one of those massive compounds that have both the ‘old’ buildings and the ‘new’ buildings on the same property.

So being the dumbass high schoolers that we were at the time, we decided to ditch the meet and go explore during the day.

Once we got away from the activities, the whole place had this really weird vibe to it.

Everything was extremely quiet and very still. You couldn’t hear water, cars, or any animals.

The first place we went was one of many old houses on the property. The outside of the house looked relatively good for however many years it had been sitting but on the inside, the floor had collapsed and nature had begun to take over.

The only way to see inside was to stand on a metal chair that was outside the window, the chair was super weird as it was positioned on a couple stacks of bricks that seemed older than the house.

By the stairs (still standing) in the house there was an open closet with a couple hats and what looked to be a dress in it. We looked around for a while longer and finally noticed the door which might’ve been the creepiest thing about this building.

The doorframe had multiple red reflectors around each side and had a diamond shaped number on top of the door, the door itself had bars across the decorative window and there were three deadbolts installed. At that point and because of a couple other things, we got out of there.

On the other side of the hospital grounds, we discovered multiple small brick buildings, some filled with bricks and others with tables and chairs as if they had recently been used.

These buildings were about the size of a small room and had the door and windows removed. At this point, we all started to develop a weird feeling.

As we continued to look around, one of the people in our group tripped over a concrete ledge protruding from the ground.

Upon further inspection, there was a storm drain cover that we were able to remove and a ladder leading down.

We made the great decision to climb down into this sketchy pipe and explore (also note, there were a ton of fallout shelter signs in the tunnels that were pretty cool). We found ourselves in a 8’x8’ concrete pipe that only seemed to go one way as the other way was closed off by a pile of gravel/dirt and a metal door (first red flag).

We started to walk the only way we could and found that the pipe seemed to keep going (it was heading in the direction of the old women’s ward) after a little ways, we found another ladder that led to another cover.

We were unable to move it so we kept walking. Shortly after this, the pipe turned into a square tunnel illuminated with red safety lights that had an old metal table towards the side.

The table had multiple files on it that seemed to contain pharmaceutical records for patients.

As we started going through these papers, the group leader’s flashlight died and we resorted to our phone flashlights (no service). As soon as we had the new light on, we heard a tapping sound and absolutely froze.

It was creepy enough being who knows how deep underground but now some weird noises, fuck that. We slowly started to go back the way we came when we heard a loud bang like something fell.

After that, it was every man for himself trying to get out of that tunnel alive. Somehow, we ended up coming out of a different tunnel than we went in.

This exit was deeper into the woods and we didn’t really care, we just wanted to be away from those tunnels.

We ran until we got back to an area near the first house we checked out.

There was a fenced in area about the size of a soccer field with a building attached to it.

As we looked closer, the fenced in area also had the top fenced off and there was tons of reinforcement.

It was super hard to see what it might’ve been at one time because it was extremely overgrown with tons of trees. We were able to see a couple picnic tables and a booth that looked like one of the old phone call boxes.

For some reason the wind had started to pick up and it had gotten chilly at this point so we were thinking of heading back to where we were supposed to be.

We decided to look in the building next to the chain link enclosure before we left and saw what looked to be a workroom/ lunch room and a gym both which looked super old. We were all pretty freaked the fuck out now so we just booked it out of there and back to where the races were. As soon as we were out of the woods there it was hot as hell.

Since I’m older, it would honestly be cool to go back.

There were many more buildings including the actual asylums that I was unable to explore at the time. Another creepy thing was all of the new buildings that had been built and were abandoned there.

They looked brand new but there was still equipment and building supplies around them and the grass was extremely high and dead and there were bushes and trees beginning to grow. At the time that was one of the creepiest things I had experienced, I still have no idea what the fuck was in that tunnel.

Username: [deleted]

My grandmother's house It's a very old home half built half carved in a rocky mountain face. The bit that was built looked old and very rustic, with not a single straight wall, but spacious and mostly well lit, so the wee not many problems.

The bit on the cave included my bedroom, the bathroom and a workshop for my grandfather. They were much colder, moisty and darker than the rest of the house, and wet walls and moss were very common.

I am quite tall and broad and I couldn't fit through any door in that area, and my shoulders would scratch booths sides of the corridor between the bathroom, the workshop and the rest of the house.

That corridor was only partially covered with glass fiber panes, so the rain and outside weather were very much felt when you had to go to the loo.

It's walls were all carved in the dark gray stone of the mountain and were not finished, just raw stone.

Between the rough of the walls and the fact that it was not completely covered, plants grew in its cracks and crevasses, it was always full of spiders and other bugs and mice and cats would also frequently show up.

Although they were not dangerous, they very much contributed to the creepiness of the place. There were also big bird cages carved in the stone, where you could fit an entire fridge inside.

The plants and cobwebs that covered the walls did a great job hiding the fact that the birds were caged, they seemed to in a bit of jungle.

However, the creepiest part was my grandfather's workshop.

At the end of the corridor, and with my room being the closest to it, it was an actual cave, full of cave bugs spiders and cobwebs all the way from one wall to the other or dangling from the rocky ceiling.

The floor was also not finished and it was rock, dust and sawdust. God knows what grew up there.

It was wide enough to hold a workbench or shelf and leave a bit of space to pass by or work, but I would have to press myself against the bench so as not to scratch the wall (and hurt myself) and bow to avoid knocking my head against the ceiling.

The cave was long and got deep into the mountain, the 2 workbenches were closest to the entrance, all old and dented and covered in oil and dust.

Then several shelves with different small materials and tools, all of them at least 100 years old and completely blackened or rusted.

The deepest bit was used as a storehouse, with big wood planks, beams, metal sheets and sacks of different drys piled up.

Finding something there was a nightmare where you tried to move away the bits that are in your way with one hand, take the cobwebs with the other hand, ducked all the time to avoid the ceiling and held the torchlight with your mouth.

That was when the house, if not the workshop, was working as intended.

After a few years my family moved away from that house and because it is very impractical, we haven't sold it yet.

We go to clean it from time to time so it doesn't crumble.

Tough luck: since we are not there the damp walls have made the paint and plaster fall in many places and all the wood is rotting.

But the very worst bit is that one of the times we went to clean it, we found out that the cats had found a way to get into the rest of the house. We found out because the cats had not found a way to get out, so the whole house was covered in dry cat corpses that died of inanition.

Ask that death had attracted thousands of green fat flies that laid eggs on the corpses and were chilling there, so when we opened the door and disturbed them, we were greeted with the foul smell of death, and an absolute wall of green flies trying to pass through the same door as us, in the opposite way.

Having grown up in that house, I'm not sure how I'm not messed up... Oh wait.

Username: NES-Thor

A crackden/session house in Belfast. A bit late to the post but I hope someone enjoys.

One quiet summers Sunday I met up with some old friends I hadn't seen in a few years, the plan was to meet up for a can or two and then head home.

As I left the house my mam was putting the Sunday roast in the oven and I assured her I'd be home in time for dinner. Boy was I wrong.

So I meet said friends in town and were having a few drinks and a laugh when someone pipes up and says "does any one want to go to a party in Belfast?

My boyfriend is at a session there at the moment".

A couple people say yes while the rest of us decline as we had shit to do the following day. Slowly but surely the general consensus changes from 2 yes and 6 no to all yes let's get obliterated.

Half the group go get a bus straight to Belfast while myself and another friend head home, grab weed and get a lift from a friend. It's a 3 hour round trip and by the time we arrive we're beginning to question it.

we pull into the driveway of the party house at around 2 am, and as we do my friends who got the bus come out to greet us, but from the get go it's obvious that they aren't just drinking.

So we enter the house and my god we're we in for a shock.

It was the grubbiest, filthiest, delapadated, hoarders house from hell.

There was a horrific smell, everything had a layer of grime grease or dust to it. We were put on edge from the moment we entered.

We continue through to the main sitting room area expecting to see a party but instead are met with a worrying site, instead of a banging party and tunes we are met by 4 of my friends, 2 lads from Belfast and a 50(?) year old man in a white ketchup stained vest ripping into a massive line of md or coke (not sure which).

As it turns out, the 2 lads from Belfast in the house, who are hosting the party don't live in said house, its actually their mates house and the 50 year old man is their mates dad.

Weird right?

By this point our driver has already necked a naggin or so of vodka so there is no lift until he sobers up, and the busses back home aren't running until morning.

We're stuck, trapped, with no local currency, no where to escape. We realise we're just gonna have to wait this one out and hope for the best.

Throughout the night progresses the mood gets creepier by the hour.

At one stage a friend of mine goes into the back garden for a smoke in fresh air as we'd been smoking in the house all night and it had gotten hella stuffy.

Once the 50 year old man realised my friend had gone outside he rushed out and told him to get back in, stating that there was a primary school behind the house and that he nor any of us could be seen in the house.

(red flag warning) at this point its about 7am, driver is feeling pretty sober and we starting thinking about our exit stratagy.

We give it another 30 minutes to an hour to make sure he's sober enough to drive before bolting for the door.

It was one of the most uncomfortable, unnerving, creepiest nights of my life. Gas now looking back on it tho.

Username: PedroFaitFaux

There's an old mental hospital in my city, (read: creepy af asylum from a horror film), that shut down about 15 years ago. Kids broke in, burned part of it down about 10 years ago.

Not long after that, stories about how it was haunted started cropping up.

Ghost hunting shows were very popular then, so my friend and I decide to go up there and check it out. Neither of us even owned a basic camera, so we only had torches. We made sure they had new batteries in them, and even took lighters and matches with us, and a couple of candles.

We wandered about, at night, for a couple of hours, but found nothing.

The whole place was cleared out. We went into the basement, which was where some of the older treatment rooms from the 30s were.

It looked like a torture chamber.

The old gear was just sitting there, rusting away. No one had been down there in a very long time. Comparing the damage, rust etc, to what was upstairs, these rooms couldn't have been used in decades.

Whilst we were there, we could hear water pipes dripping, and something was creaking down a long hallway. Water we could explain, old building, burst pipe, easy.

But we didn't know what the creaking was.

My friend refused to go down the hall. My 6ft body builder 'man' was too scared to go down there. Kept insisting I check it out. I guess he didn't believe I would go... but I did.

My tiny, thin as a rake, 5ft, girly as shit self. I was bricking it the whole way. The creaking echoed so ominously, and the way it repeated, again and again just made my skin crawl.

I reach the room I think the creaking is coming from, and look back to my friend.

He's still down the end. I can see his torch and he waves at me. I open the door and peek into the room.

It's an old morgue.

The creaking stops the moment I open the door. I test the door, thinking that it might have been that, but it doesn't make a sound.

All the doors in the room are closed.

There's no windows, no lights bar my torch. I push the door open fully and see nothing that could be making the noise. I go in.

I don't open the doors to where the bodies were kept, but I nudge them all to see if one was loose, none of them were. I can't see anything else, so I go back to my friend and tell him it's fine and to come check it out.

Just as we are both about to enter the room together, there's an enormous crash from inside the room.

I look in but don't see anything at first, but then, on the floor, one of the doors had fallen off onto the floor.

My friend bolts, dragging me with him. When we get back to the stairs, everything is silent again.

I tell him it was probably my fault. That the door must have been really rusty, and that when I nudged it earlier, that must have been enough to dislodge it.

Then we hear the creaking again. It's coming from the same room.

We ran and never looked back.

They're converting it into flats now. Yay...

Username: DarkStarletlol

About a half hour drive from town there’s a small community with an abandoned church that is a popular spot for young people to go fuck around in.

I went there once by myself and had a moment where I sat down in one of the pews and just started crying for no reason.

This was significant to me because I don’t cry very often at all. It didn’t feel frightening at all. I felt very calm and at peace while I was overcome with emotion.

The creepiest part about it is I have a very personal connection to this area. When my portuguese family immigrated to Canada they all lived in this little community.

When my dad was a child he went to that church on Sundays. Right next to the church (literally 10 feet away from it) is a very very old and run down house that my uncle Frank used to live in.

Frank was a very bad man. My family is certain that people were murdered by him in the basement of that house.

Don’t ask for details, they won’t give me any since it seems like it is a very sensitive topic. They’ve only told me that much.

I have another portuguese buddy and we were talking about this area at a party once and decided it would be a good idea to go there with a group at witching hour.

We were all (7 of us) inside the church at about 2am. Nothing fishy happened in there at all. We explored it and joked around a little but that was it.

Then we decided to go into Frank’s house. The stairs to get inside were removed so we had to climb into it and then pull the others up. Once we were all inside we stood in the entrance silently. It felt like no one wanted to move.

The air in there was oppressive. We explored a little bit and nothing weird (for the most part) happened.

We brought divining rods with us and those didn’t work. We all made a deal that we wouldn’t use the ouija board we brought unless the rods didn’t work.

This is when weird things started happening.

I set up the ouija boarf (I’m very into the paranormal so I made sure to do a cleansing prayer with my smudging stick and all that). There were 4 of us touching the board, myself included, while I did the prayer, and 3 people not.

The 3 people not touching the board said that the second I finished my prayer they heard three knocks come from the wall right beside my head but all of us touching it didn’t hear a thing. Three knocks is never a good sign, it is a mocking of the trinity. I was the medium at first and I was asking questions but nothing happened with the ouija board.

Then our friend said “hey why doesn’t C ask the questions, he speaks portuguese and the people who lived here did too” we all said that was a great idea.

I used to understand a bit of the language but my grandparents passed about 10 years ago and no one spoke it around me anymore so i fell out of practice. When C asked questions he spoke it and then told us what he asked.

He asked “do you know the guy beside me” (meaning me) the board said yes.

He asked what the name was of the person we were speaking to it spelled FR and then stopped. He asked the age of the person and it said 74. It all lined up with my family.

Then we said goodbye and went back to looking around. Nothing else really happened until we went back to the ouija board. This time C didn’t tell us what he was asking so he could prove we weren’t just moving the planchette.

From our perspective it moved to “no” slowly and then back to the middle and rested, he asked another question and then it quickly went to “no”, he asked another and it quickly went to “yes” and then C said goodbye and told us he didn’t want to play anymore.

The questions he asked were: “do you know the guy next to me” “no”, “do you like talking to us” “no”, “do you want us to leave” “yes”. They were all really freaked out by that and at this point it was around 4am and we were all tired and wanted to go home so we left.

I’m not afraid of the paranormal. I’ve had many “freaky” encounters but none ever gave me the heebie jeebies. But leaving that house sent shivers down my spine.

The house was built like a double wide trailer, so to walk out to the front entrance we had to go single file down the hallway.

I was at the back of the line. As we were walking out I got an intense feeling like something was standing behind me in the room we just left, staring into my back and it was not happy we were there.

I didn’t say anything to my friends so they wouldn’t be scared but I’ve never felt something terrify me to the core like that before. I’ve never been back since. And that is the creepiest place I’ve ever been to.

Sorry for the long winded comment but that is one of my favourite stories to share! It is the closest I’ve come to proving to myself that the paranormal is real.

Username: mctwinklenipple

An abandoned mental asylum.

Me and a good friend love urban exploring, so long story short we find ourselves in this abandoned asylum- abandoned in the late 90s/early 00s I believe.

Obviously the setting is already creepy enough.

Long hall ways with wheel chairs left out, random medical equipment, prosthetic limbs,

small prison like rooms with no windows etc.

It was creepy, not unusually so considering where we actually were.

Anyway, after a while snooping about and taking photos

(We are photographers, one of the main reasons for our trip) some sort of removal company turn up outside.

I guess the building had been bought and they wanted everything out to reuse,

so these guys are coming in and out of the ground floor removing some operation chairs, bits of furniture, etc.

Since we weren’t meant to be there, me and my friend found a good place to hide until the coast is clear for us to go to the far side of the asylum (this place was huge, like a village size series of buildings,

I think they had around 5,000 patients and 1,000 staff at its peak.)

While we’re in this room we notice documents laying about, so we pick a few up and read them.

We realise these documents are basically patient reports, stating why the patient is there, past history, times the patient has caused problems etc etc.

We have a quick read and it’s some of the most disturbing stuff I’ve ever read.

A lot of it I would rather not say, but in the documents were reports of sexual assault in the asylum, young girls trying to force male nurses to assault them,

and I also recall a page on each patients file that basically described how to ‘restrain’ them, which almost always involved some form of assault or straight up torture.

I remember after reading a few my friend looked up at me and said something to the effect of ‘I really wish we hadn’t read these’.

For about 2 weeks after that trip I thought about it most nights, it was honestly an amazing experience but it still freaked me out and made me feel really sad.

The rooms were barely big enough to hold a bed, and they all had little feeding latches on the doors like a high risk prisoner.

It’s crazy to me that this asylum operated until the late 90s as I felt like most of what I witnessed would have surly been illegal, but I guess times have changed quickly in the last 15 years.

A couple other creepy things were faces and words such as ‘welcome to the home of suicide’ scratched into the walls of some patients rooms, with what I assume would be their fingernails.

To my knowledge very shortly after we left the place had increased security as it was in the proses of being turned in to something else, is was about a year ago so potentially it’s started it’s new life already.

Username: [deleted]

There used to be an abandoned community college in the foothills near my house, and every so often we'd muster the nerve to go visit.

The rumors were that this had been a Christian community college, and that one year they closed down in a huge rush for no apparent reason.

This hadn't been an orderly, organized departure, either - a cheap rent-a-fence had been erected all the way around the campus, and a lot of personal belongings (mattresses and bedding, textbooks and binders, entire dorm room setups) had been left behind.

The place was just vacated, and left to be reclaimed by nature - waist-high grass grew between all of the buildings, and every now and then as you waded through, you'd startle a deer that had wandered in through a hole in the fence.

This was prime real estate, too - located right next to a golf course in one of the more upscale communities in the area - and so for it to remain dormant and unsold for years struck us as odd.

Rumors were that there had been deaths there, possibly a possession, and that the old owners refused to sell it, for fear of releasing whatever malevolent spirits resided within.

And when you entered some of the buildings, you could almost start to believe the rumors. Insulation draped out of the ceiling in long slashes, gaping holes were missing from the walls, and as you gingerly walked down the silent hallways, flashlight shaking in your hand, every black doorway would seem to loom out of the darkness like an open maw.

Creepiest of all was the old church building, every wall of which had been graffitied with satanic messages and swastikas.

One wall, in huge dripping red letters, simply read, "Poor, little Jenny..." I recognize in retrospect that the real risk there was not encountering the occult, but rather coming across the addicts/vagrants/cannibalistic Nazi zombies that had taken up residence on the abandoned campus.

Fortunately we never did, and so every so often we'd slip through a hole in the fence and go skulking around the hallways, nervously muttering jokes and trying to scare the girls in our group, if only to mask that we ourselves were scared shitless.

Anyway, the last night I ever went to the abandoned campus, two drama friends and I approached the main gate via a long, tree-lined road that ran parallel to the golf course.

As we drew near, it became clear that something was amiss - where normally there would be a ragged hole in the fence that you'd catch your sweater on as you slipped through, the chain link fence was instead brand new and perfectly intact.

We were about to turn back, secretly relieved, when one of us noticed that the chained and padlocked gate had actually been pried open just wide enough that someone could slip through if they turned sideways.

We scanned the fence line and the campus beyond, and though we noticed that a broken-down old car had also materialized twenty feet beyond the gate where we were pretty sure none had ever been before, a quick check with the flashlight revealed no one inside.

Since the gate was locked from the outside, we decided this development posed no threat, and so one by one each of the three of us turned sideways, sucked in our gut, and slipped through the mangled gate.

Cautiously, our little group proceeded forward into the high grass. It was a new moon that night, and so the only visible lights were our flashlights and the porch-lights twinkling in the neighborhood beyond.

We were ten feet into the deserted campus when without warning that broken-down old car roars to life, its high beams blazing right at us, its engine revving like a stallion out of hell ready to just burst out of the gate.

We shrieked like the pubescent high schoolers we were, and bolted back to the gate, each of us grappling and pulling at the others in desperation to be the first one to slip back through.

Being the smallest of the three, I was pushed to the back, and spent a panicked eternity of several seconds shouting hoarsely at my friends to hurry as they scrambled through the gap, certain that at any instant the demonic car would come barreling down upon me or, worse,

I would feel a yank on my collar and the gate would slip from my grasp as some howling ghoul dragged me off to sacrifice me upon an altar newly-consecrated in Satan's name.

Finally my friends were clear of the gate and I forced my way through, the sharp metal tines raking at my skin as I flopped into the dust on the other side.

We half-stumbled, half-sprinted all the way down that tree-lined lane, the roar of the car's engine echoing behind us as we ran.

Even as we reached our own car, parked a quarter-mile away on a street in that upscale neighborhood, still that car's high beams pierced into the darkness as though searching for us, the tortured revving of its engine rending the still night air.

We never did go back to that campus.

One year later, we found out it had been torn down, and that the land would be repurposed for another subdivision.

That night still sticks with me, though.

None of us ever mentioned it after, but a singular question has always burned in my mind - we had checked the interior of that car.

We'd shined a flashlight on it from twenty feet away, and there was definitively no one in the driver's seat.

So who, then, or what, had started that car???

Username: axolotlfarmer

down in south florida, there’s this tiny little museum called the smallwood store.

it used to be a trading post, way back in the day, and it’s supposedly haunted—some outlaw got executed there or something. i don’t remember the full story but i hadn’t heard it till after we went there.

i was down in FL with my mom visiting my grandpa and step-grandma last march,

and my grandpa had good memories of the place from when he was little,

so he decided we’d go on an excursion on our way back from the beach and check it out. the area’s kinda spooky but mostly in that...

weird, empty sad kinda way? it’s by a small not super well off town that got ravaged by hurricanes,

and it was obviously still recovering. no real cell service, beaten-up signage, you get the idea.

we got there and the museum only had a couple other visitors besides us. it’s this odd little smallish building, up on stilts, right next to the water, and it was run by just one guy.

there was something... really off about this dude. he was a fisherman, and my grandpa kept asking him questions to make small talk, but the guy just kept brushing him off and calling him know-nothing.

the place itself is full of relics of american colonialism and nationalism, a lot of stuff from the early half of the 1900s glorifying manifest destiny and cowboys versus indians and that kind of junk.

you know, classic lowkey-sexist/racist americana. that wasn’t what creeped me out about this place.

no, what creeped me out was the side room. the museum’s all one room inside, save for this one little walled off part that was probably the office back when the building was a trading post.

the door was closed, but it had a sliding slot for looking in and out...

inside there was absolutely pitch black. unnaturally dark.

nd the moment i glanced in there my whole body went cold despite the balmy temperature outside. it was just.... /wrong/, somehow.

and i walked away from it but i couldn’t shake that feeling of wrongness and malevolence and just... i don’t know. something was in there, something bad,

something incredibly powerfully evil. i don’t really believe in the supernatural, i’ve been to some of the allegedly most haunted places in the world and seen/felt nothing, but in the smallwood store on that day i felt the presence of something unmistakably malevolent.

i wasn’t alone, either.

my step-grandma stepped out after only a couple minutes, she didn’t even look in the room but her hands were shaking. and my mom was getting super creeped out by the museum owner, and i just physically couldn’t handle being in there anymore.

we wound up waiting outside while my grandpa finished wandering around. he was the only one who didn’t feel it, and he kinda laughed us off, but... i dunno.

i swear to god something was there and it wanted to hurt us. like, if it turns out someone got murdered near that town and their body got hidden in that side room,

i would believe it instantly without flinching, if you told me that shop owner was a serial killer i’d absolutely buy it,

i don’t know how else to explain what i experienced in there. i don’t think it was the ghost of whatever criminal died on that property either, it felt different somehow. fresher. angrier. i don’t know.

so yeah. i’d never felt anything like that before and i’ve never felt anything like it since. i KNOW something was there.

i always thought the supernatural was nonsense, i didn’t feel any presences in savannah, not in london, not in germany, not on any civil war ghost tour... but i felt something there.

10/10, most unsettling experience of my entire life so far.

Username: blauenfir

My friend was house sitting for her boss one Summer and invited a few of us over after lunch to watch a movie.

The house was a beautiful old Victorian in a typical New England residential neighborhood.

On the outside, it was just an old house but on the inside... well...

Once we were inside it was easy to forget that it was a hot, sunny Summer day outside.

It was the kind of house that you would want to check behind all doors and into all corners because you felt like something was there.

We asked her to show us around, so she showed us the basement and the first floor.

The basement itself was not creepy, it was the stairs leading down to the basement that were unsettling.

To get to the first floor bathroom you would have to cross the landing at the top of the basement steps and into the bathroom.

Everything in your head would be telling you not to look down.

And once you were in the bathroom, all you could think about was that there was that block of space between the bathroom and the rest of the house you would have to traverse before you could feel "safe" again.

At one point, one of my friends asked if there was another bathroom in the house we could use. And of course there was, it was upstairs on the second floor.

She didn't show us where it was, but it was at the top of the stairs - second door on the right.

Well, once you got to the top of the stairs you were standing at one end of a long hallway with three doors on the right, two on the left and one at the other end of the hallway - the Master Bedroom, I assumed.

The doors on the left side of the hallway were closed, but the first door on the right was a bedroom.

Let me say, first that this was in 2007 and my friend's boss was a widow who had three grown children. Her children hadn't lived in the house since the late 1990s.

So, you would expect that maybe she had turned the rooms into offices or storage spaces or guest rooms... but, no.

The first (and only) bedroom I looked in was like walking into a flashback.

The bed was made, but there were a couple of stuffed animals set on it near the pillows.

There were books on the nightstand and an empty glass.

There were ribbons and certificates on the wall, posters and pictures of the daughter with her friends.

There was a bookshelf filled with books and knick-knacks.

Even the vanity had some makeup and jewelry on it.

Everything was layered in a fine film of dust, of course.

It looked like the daughter left after graduating High School and just never came back. It was unsettling.

Later, after our friend was done house sitting we all told her we thought the house was creepy.

She then admitted to us that she usually only felt comfortable sleeping in the La-Z-Boy in the living room with the TV on for light and sound.

She also told us that one of the rooms on the left side of the second floor was filled with old dolls.

I'm so glad I didn't look in those rooms.

Username: mollyology81

I actually made an r/nosleep post about it (embellished of course and it was years ago).

When I was younger, some of my relative had a large amount of land whixh backed up into some woods.

Deeper in the woods was a straight out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre stuff.

We crossed a creek to get to the property and it was just an EERIE fucking place. Half way junk yard but wasn't anything cuty sanctioned.

Just scattered dumps of old shit with rusted cars from the 50's and 40's.

Most everything had bullet holes in it.

Damn near everything was peppered with bullet holes.

We found hangging chains with wrist handcuffs, probably meant for the labd owner's cows, but was not high of the ground.

High enough for a human to be hung upside down and throat slit to bleed out, but a cows head would be touching the ground and wouldn't bleed out properly.

About 10ft away from those chains was a brief case, made of some sort of weak plastic.

We obvioulsy didn't have the key so we used a knife to cutinto it and open it. Inside was a very unsettling thing. It was the only item we found.

Inside there was a plastic case with ALOT of human teeth, like a full set of teeth but all of a few certain tyoes of teeth.

There was a doctor's name on the case, but I do not remember it at all. It was just creepy.

The cows there just seemed abmornal.

They flocked to us like they had never seen a human. There was a main house house, and espcially didn't look like people had lived there.

The siding was in shambles. Broken windows everywhere. Not really livable.

We went to search the places and it looked like it had been abandoned for 40 years damn near.

I did see a "newer model" landline phone (this was around 2007) when we peeked inside.

We got weirded out and called it game over then (we are a bunch of midwestern white kids, curiosity KILLS that cat haha).

On our way back across the creek, we were ambushed by a mad dark (almost purple black) stallian with VERY VERY darks eyes (not a real red but half way seemed that at the time).

This horae was NOT happy and chased us a good 50 yards (around the same with kilometers for my meteic friends) before we barreled through the creek.

After we got across, all of us cousins (we aged around 11-19) sat to smoked a cigarette and watch if the horse came across (I was 12 and that was my first cogarette, felt kinda necassary after what we went through).

It whinnyed multiple times junged jumping point across the creek (was a good 16ft wide easily but had 7ft tall mud banks). It gave up and we called it there.

My "nosleep" story involved us getting into a shootout a'la Deliverance type shit but that is the biggest difference.

That and more detail.

Username: the13bangbang

I’ve told this story before but here we go.

When I was a teenager and I’d just got my licence I started seeing a German girl I met through mutual friends.

We went out exactly twice and she seemed fine and after the second date she invited me back to her house.

It was three story and had 9 bedrooms turns out her family were loaded with cash and I didn’t know, anyway inside the house first floor was filled with cuckoo clocks

and I mean filled there were literally ones laying in the floor lining the walls over a dozen I’d say

and the living room was filled with all sorts of old school medical equipment from the 19th and early 20th century.

Old scalpels doctors bags bottles for old medicine really weird shit but I chose to ignore it when she asked me upstairs Second floor the walls were lined with medical stuff as well as old photographs from Germany the bathroom up here was made of some sort of expensive porcelain very beautiful but also slightly weird since there was odd carvings of creepy faces in the wall tiles.

One of the rooms up here was painted blue inside and had a bed with blue covers blue curtains nobody slept in it her mum just liked blue so everything in the room was blue or covered by a blue cloth and also cobwebs.

Third floor was the bedrooms and a room dedicated solely to pictures of queen Victoria and her husband Albert.

They lined the walls and there was only a single chair to sit on along with a table full of more pictures and paintings of the royal family from today.

And finally her bedroom which was completely pink and filled with little girls toys and a chest with dolls on it.

There was nothing in the room to indicate that a 19 year old lived there more like a 9 year old it was really weird.

I stayed for a bit but the whole place was just really creepy somehow and through up a few red flags so that was the last time I asked her out.

I made it clear that I wasn’t interested in the nicest way I knew possible.

Turned out I was right since she stalked me for a few weeks off and on by having her brother drive the 20 miles out to where I lived and parking at the bottom of the street a few times a week eventually after calling her and telling her to leave me along I went down to his car and threatened to beat the shit out of him and they left.

Not supernatural but still a pretty creepy place and bunch of people.

Username: Ronburgundy2099

xAs a young kid I became homeless for a couple years due to an illness of a parent.

During that time I lived in the woods and a few random places around a small town in Georgia named Lovejoy.

The creepiest of all those places was an old civil war plantation with a crumbling mansion deep in the woods.

I actually loved it out there with the decaying buildings and abandoned stone paths and archways covered in vines. It was beautiful in many ways but also incredibly creepy at night.

Locals had many stories of ghosts and hauntings associated with the property and as it was fairly remote, no one was ever out there. People really didn't even know how to get to it.

I stayed out there for a long while and became used to the solitude and strange things that seemed to happen there even though it's still scared me.

Three or four years later, when I had gotten my first job at a local fast-food place, I heard co-workers talking about the haunted mansion they heard about one night and I offered to take them there.

They actually agreed and about five of us ended up going out there at about 1 a.m. after we closed up.

I knew exactly where to take them to scare them the most.

There was one area of the plantation near outdoor stone bathtubs that was the scariest of all.

Whenever I went there at night, I would hear scary things happen almost immediately.

With those people in tow, it was no different.

We arrived through the dense brush to the area and I told everyone to sit down and wait.

They laughed and made jokes but it wasn't more than a minute and a half before it began and everyone got silent.

I didn't tell them what to expect, I just let it happen.

Just like it always had when I was alone out there, loud and heavy sounding footsteps started coming towards us.

First from one direction sounding like a person in big boots, then from many other directions as it got closer.

We couldn't see very well as it was very dark but the sound of crunching leaves and breaking twigs seemed to be coming from four or five different locations around us as it came within 10 to 20 feet of us.

Once a branch loudly snapped within sight of us about 10 feet away, everyone jumped up instantly and ran at once yelling incoherently.

I stood back and laughed at them for about 30 seconds while they ran and then followed them out.

That was the only time I ever took anyone to see the mansion or plantation.

I could never convince them to go back out there again after that

Username: Ben_Cognito

This may not seem that scary, but it was terrifying for me. So this happen like a month ago, but basically i was up north skiing with my family and friends.

My brother and his friends had found this off mountain trail that they thought looked cool. It was specifically marked to no go down.

But, being stupid, we went down it. As we entered through the trail, a woman was standing at the entrance, and creepily said good luck.

The trail was strange. It was a glade, there were trees everywhere, and it was very steep.

At first it was fun. There were many twists and turns, and i was really enjoying it.

But then it just kept going and going. We were going down and down, farther and farther away from the mountain.

It was getting dark and the mountain was closing in and hour and a half.

I started freaking out and went ahead to try to just get the hell off the trail.

Turns out i went too far ahead, and i called out to my brother and his friends.

There was no response. I kept calling and was silently having a panic attack.

I was alone in the woods and it was turning dark.

This went on for a while and i was just about to break down.

I though we were going to get lost and never be able to get out.

I forgot to write this earlier, but there was a guy ahead of us on the trail, he was alone.

I was in front, and occasionally i would see him standing down the trail.

He would look up, then turn and keep going.

I saw him 3 times, and i though he was literally leading us to our deaths.

Anyway, back to the story. So after my panic attack, everyone showed up.

It turns out they took of their skies and were sledding down the trail on their butts while is was freaking out.

We kept going on, going down and down the side of the mountain.

This went on for a while until we finally made it to a sign that pointed us back to a trail on the mountain.

When we were just about off the trail i noticed the hill next to us had one of the mountains trails on it.

Rather than just going an extra 300 meters to where the two trails met, I frantically climbed the hill. I took some much energy and i was almost crying at the top.

It may not seem like it, but this was terrifying.

We were out on the trail for about an hour and the rest of our group had no idea where we were.

We were we just out, in the middle of the woods, alone, it was silent, and it was getting dark.

It felt like i was in the ritual if you have ever seen it.

Im never going off trail again

Username: BGuinness7

Few stories:

There was a place outside of my hometown called Crybaby bridge, which was a really old, dilapidated bridge

where a girl had supposedly thrown her baby into the river and you could supposedly hear the baby cry.

Obviously that was a bunch of crap, but the scary part is that it’s a one lane dirt road way back in the country at like 2am, so you either reverse all the way back to the actual road, or do a 12 point turnaround to drive out normally.

We decided to do the 12 point turn, and when we per perpendicular with the lane,

our headlights were pointing into the field we could see 2 people just staring at the car, out in the middle of nowhere.

We Noped out of there so fast!

Next one story: There was an old legend that a witch was buried in a really old cemetery a few miles out of town, and that if you laid on her grave she would haunt you or something like that,

so we obviously went out in the middle of the night and I laid down on her alleged grave and nothing happened, but then we noticed that it was perfectly silent, like not a sound at all.

We then started hearing a bunch of rustling in the trees around the cemetery,

so we decide to get out of there, except the car wouldn’t start.

We started freaking out because the rustling was getting louder and no matter what the car wouldn’t start.

So we are about to get out and run for our lives when it finally starts and we took off out of there so fast!

Last one: another urban legend from an are like 20 minutes from our town was “Pitchfork Road”

where this guy loved our in the middle of nowhere and he had a tree shaped exactly like a pitchfork,

and he had supposedly murdered his family, but they couldn’t find the evidence, so he didn’t get in trouble.

Well the story went that he didn’t want anyone creeping around his property and that he was super into surveillance,

and if you drove by too much or stopped outside he would retaliate in some way.

So a couple friends of ours had gone out and came back with flat tires

and “Vietnamese nails” in them (which I was told are nails bent together so the sharp part is always up)

We decide to check it out, and drive by pretty slow the first time, to check it out and see the pitchfork.

We go down and turn around and start slowly driving by again when we hear what sounds like a gunshot and something hits the car.

We obviously freak out and take off and there is another gunshot sound and something else hits the car.

We get back and look at the car, but we can’t find any marks or anything.

Super creepy though!

Username: T_Rogers07

Was working my first job as a Camera Assistant on a super low budget feature film about 13 years ago. Pre digital age.

We were shooting at Greystone Mental facility in New Jersey.

The place was abandoned decades ago and naturally, the director wants to go inside and shoot in the space. He claimed they had permission.

It’s closed off, boarded windows.

It is part of a bigger facility that’s about a mile away. So while dilapidated and completely amazing on the inside, it is technically on an active hospital ground.

So it became the youngest guys job to break in. Stupid 18 year old Me.

After walking around for a little bit I find a broken basement window that some one else had broken to. The boards were kicked in, and no glass pane. Figure I won’t get cut up, looks good to me.

I climb in, grab the ledge, scurry down the wall, and am now essentially trapped in the pitch dark basement of an abandoned mental hospital. Yay.

Whip out my inadequate mag lite and start looking for a way to open a door, to let the other folks in.

Now the only source of light is the tiny flashlight and the one window that’s kicked open.

Think silent hill, this place looks like that, smells even worse.

The ground is covered in about 1/4” of water no matter where you go, so foot steps resonate with a wet smack.

Oh, by the way, the room is empty and being a scrawny kid who hated gym class, I can’t exactly climb out.

The window is about 7’ off the ground.

Now here is what’s weird, in the moment I wasn’t very scared.

It was so dead quiet, it was clear there was NOTHING down there.

So as I make my way down the hall, I see some light up ahead.

The ward is really long, 100 yards or so, and at the far end is either an open door or window off to one side at a cross roads of the hall.

I decide to go to the light, I mean, this ward is stacked in abandoned beds, cribs, medical tables all kinds of nightmares.

The closer I get to the light the fear starts to set in. Like the darkness behind me is giving chase.

I stop at about the half way point, and swing the flash light around and see nothing. Problem is, I’m now facing the dark, the light is behind me, and I hear goddamn wet smacking foot steps.

Whip around pull out my utility knife, and the steps just keep getting louder.

30 feet away, towards the light, in silhouette a fucking deer walks out of one of the rooms, nonchalant as a motherfucker.

Looks at me, and walks to the light that I was desperately seeking.

There was a big busted open door that led to a different part of the parking lot that we couldn’t see from the road.

Fucking Bambi gave me a heart attack.

Username: TCivan

When I was a teenager my friend had an old, rare moped he found on a property his dad had just bought and we wanted to get it running but our regular store didn't have any parts for it,

however they did gave us an address of a guy nearby who might have some.

So me and my friends drive over there and pull up before his house and I immediately feel strange.

It was in the really upper class part ot town on a bigger piece of land so you couldn't see the house from the road.

It was clear they didn't took care of the property, the part we could see was overgrown grass and plants.

So we ring the doorbell and a 50-is guys shows up and he just seems off.

Dude's wearing an old postal uniform polo shirt with stains on it, messed up hair, and talked with a really soft voice like Herbert from family guy.

Smelled like liquor, it was around lunchtime.

At first he seems pissed we've showed up until we tell him we need parts.

He goes sure I have some I can sell you, they're out back, follow me.

So I look at my two friends and they're giving me the same 'i don't trust this guy' look back.

One of my friends then says you guys go, I'll keep an eye on the bikes. In the fanciest safest place in town.

But I was glad he said that. Dude didn't seem to like that cause he insisted he could come round back too. my friens declined.

Me, my other friend and the dude go down the driveway to his house.

It was a huge old mansion that didn't have had any maintenance on it done in at least 20 years.

Literally falling to pieces. Real dark and weird vibe to it.

Like this guys family probably used to be loaded and he lost everything or something.

Scared the shit out off the two of us. 'parts are out in the garage.'

We walk around the house to the garages that were honestly just regular garages but somehow looked even more off and weird.

I remember thinking this is how I die but at least my friend out front will call the police and they'll find my body.

Now as you can imagine nothing happed, dude found the parts we needed and we noped the fuck out of there.

But all three of us had the exact same feeling about that place and that dude.

When we told my friends dad later where we went he just said don't go back there alone again and changed the subject, like he knew more about the place but didn't want to get in to it.

Thinking back about it now I'm surprised how much I remember from those 15 minutes that happened 14 years ago.

Username: norris63

It's a toss up for me, but I'm going with this one.

A friend and I were driving through Pennsylvania, and had to exit the interstate for gas.

We followed the exit sign, but it ended up being a mile or so off the interstate and not just right off the highway like you see more often.

We were a long way from anything that could reasonably be referred to as civilization.

We pull into the gas station and someone walks out to pump our gas (at the time you weren't allowed to pump your own gas in the state, that may have changed).

It's a young guy in really ragged clothes, and as he walks up he smiles; revealing his one remaining tooth to us.

We leave him to pump the gas and go inside. It's a tiny little room; maybe 20 x 40 feet or so.

Without looking around much I start to look at the drinks,

and as I'm realizing that everything in the cooler is expired my friend taps me on the shoulder.

He leans in and whispers (I shouldn't be here, I'm going out to the car; hurry up).

This friend is black - I mention that because it's why he wasn't comfortable here.

He also grew up in the Bronx, so he's out of his element in the middle of nowhere in the mountains.

I put this together as I look up and see that the "cashier" is a guy that weighed about 350 pounds and was sitting at one of those old school desks.

The desks that had the top attached to the seat, and the top of the desk opens up and there's a little storage space underneath.

He hadn't said a word to either of us, but was staring intently at my friend.

Behind him there are two shotguns leaning against the wall.

I'm now 100% on board with my friend regarding getting the fuck out of here as fast as possible.

I hand the cashier the money for the gas; he opens the desk top revealing a pistol,

a couple knives and other random shit, including a calculator and wad of cash the he pulls out.

He uses the calculator to add up the tax or whatever, and tells me my total in what I can only explain as a cross between a grunt and a gurgle, and then counts out my change.

He them returned his gaze to my friend that was sitting in the car at this point.

I grabbed my change and got the fuck out of there as fast as possible.

My concern was largely for my friend for obvious reasons,

but it felt like we had exited the highway and taken a left turn right into The Hills Have Eyes 3: Pennsylvania Peckerwoods.

Username: dandelo_19

Many years ago my friend and I were walking a *long* way home through several towns.

This was a good four hour walk, to be sure.

We were very familiar with the layout of the areas and so knew of several shortcuts.

One such shortcut was an abandoned section of road about a mile long whose entry point was a long and rocky dirt road at the end of a residential street.

The strangest part about this road was that the aforementioned wooded path that lead to it was clearly never a road.

It was very rocky at the connecting point, almost a 45° ledge of large boulders and very difficult to traverse.

Local kids used to test their truck suspensions there.

An old mattress lay at the base of the cliff which had long ago rotted into the ground, its rusty coiled skeleton half-buried in the dirt and rubble.

The "mattress of a thousand nut-busts" as my friend who accompanied me on this adventure referred to it.

Beer bottles and other party debris littered the place.

It was a well-used spot, but the area always felt desolate and abandoned, like the remains of a long-forgotten ghost town.

I always got the feeling that people hadn't been there in many years and there was this lingering feeling, especially on this very dark night, as we blindly felt our way through the brush on the rocky path, that we weren't welcome.

As our feet hit the level surface of the abandoned road, there was a monstrous sound of heavy feet trampling through the woods, getting louder with each step.

The sound of something very large and very fast pushing angrily through the forest, and what sounded like entire trees twisting and snapping

as it bore down upon us. In speechless unison, we gasped and started off running at full speed the entire length of the road until we reached the first sign of human civilization.

We stopped to listen, fully anticipating being overtaken and devoured that very moment, but there was nothing.

The monster had retreated, it seemed.

But in that eerie silence, we could feel that we were being watched.

Like we still weren't alone in the dark.

Finally, my friend broke the silence. "What, the fuck, was that?" "I don't know, but let's keep moving." Adrenaline level 11, we were home before we knew it.

When we talked about the incident the next day, it was determined that if the legendary sasquatch, the missing link between animal and man *did* exist,

he might enjoy living among the abandoned remnants of our society, as a way to feel a sense of humanity while also remaining solitary, in the shadows.

One thing was for sure, we weren't about to intrude upon his space ever again.

Further adventures through the area took us the long way around.

Username: ultranothing

Late to the party, but I used to pull security for a major chain of hospitals for a client you all have absolutely heard of.

I just so happened to fill the night shift covering one of this clients hospitals.

This hospital, however, was also the site for leading research for the hospital chain.

The research department was kept in a separate building, away from the actual hospital, but since it was on the grounds, it was part of the rotation of spots we needed to ensure were secure X times a night.

I can honestly say it was the most terrifying building I had ever been in...

For starters, the building was multiple stories tall, but closed at 6pm, meaning it was perfectly vacant by the time I got to secure it at 2am. Lots and lots of dark windows.

Additionally, there were items and locations *within* the building that needed to be secured, as well.

So, in I go, by myself. It really feels like the first level of Resident Evil.

The first floor was okay, nothing particularly spooky, but I needed to take an elevator up to the 6th floor in order to officially check the site off the list.

In order to go up, i had to swipe my badge to take the elevator (badge swipes shows where you’ve been on the log, proving you’re patrolling and not just shitting on the roof — which is another story).

The fucking elevator, man.... so fucking horrifying.

It GRINDS and moans all the way up, and it sounds almost like it’s a living thing that’s shrieking.

So bam, I’m already unnerved, but then once the elevator stops, new sounds come into the echoing elevator shaft... monkeys.

I’m not sure if anyone reading this has ever been near a testing facility, but holy shit, those animals sound MISERABLE.

I didn’t have permission to actually go *inside* the animal room, but you could still hear how sad they all sounded, which is really jarring.

It’s always terrifying when they react and get louder when they see you walk by, as well.

But then, I have to go *into* the dark 6th floor (all of the lights turn off at 10pm, so aside from a few sporadic guide lights, it’s pretty lightless) to secure the rest of it.

It gets darker the further away from the elevator you go, but you can still hear the monkeys.

Then there’s the room full of brains in jars. I’m not joking.

Literally brains in labeled jars of varying size. Some of just slivers of brain, some have chunks of brain, some have full brains.

And they’re all at room temperature, some sort of haphazardly thrown into the room.

Standing in a room full of brains, in the dark, with the echoing cries of caged monkeys coming from the darkness is fucking scary, man. 10/10 would never go back.

But I always ate the chocolates out of everyone’s cubicles.

So. That was a nice perk.

Username: SaysShowUsYourDick

This is honestly one of the most creepy experiences I’ve had.

We explored an abandoned farm near me a couple months ago - the whole farm is a bunch of worn down buildings and most with smashed glass windows and graffiti (almost cliche out of a movie)

The first house stepped into I just got a serious chilling feeling as it was late at night and the floor was literally covered in smashed glass you couldn’t even see the floorboards.

As we walk around there’s some creepy writing on the wall which says “You’re dead Freya” which is a girls name in the UK.

The second building things started to get more chilling and it was no longer a fun friendly vibe like things started to get really creepy and we all didn’t want to move too far away from each other in this huge bungalow building.

We walked around and saw creepy run down rooms with more ominous writing on the walls but I shit you not one room we went into had TONNES of medical books ransacked all over the floor on literally everything to do with the human body just all over the floor of this huge room.

Insanely creepy but then as we come out of the building by the same entrance we find loads of surgical scrubs (like surgeons clothing) outside in the bushes.

At this point we really are shitting our pants and we have to regather and regain our confidence as we head into this huge old barn which absolutely nothing in it, just insanely dark, huge and empty.

First sign that something creepy as fuck was in there was an old log was on fire against the wall and it was emberring meaning someone or something had been there recently.

We start shitting ourselves and no one really knows about this place and it’s late af at night.

We all start gathering by the entrance again and in my drunken stupor and shouted at the top of my lungs,

“IS ANYONE IN HERE, IF ANYONES IN HERE MAKE YOURSELF KNOWN” .....

w\e hear someone smack a large stick against the side of the barn at the other end of the barn (or at least it sounded like a stick) so we all shit ourselves and my friends are ready to start running but I thought it could just be coincidence so I shouted again

“IF ANYONES IN HERE MAKE YOURSELF KNOWN” again

and I hear the stick smack even more aggressively against the side of the barn twice in a row and we all shit our pants and ran for like 10 minutes back to a safety and try to stop freaking out.

We built up our courage again and go back and shout again at the entrance but there’s no more smacking

and my friend removed the log burning against the wall of the barn and what was left over of the burns against the wall looked identical to an outline of a human face and the eyes had burned through the wall and had red streams of embers as tears, honestly the creepiest shit

I have videos of most of the experience and and photos if anyone doesn’t believe me

Username: [deleted]

In high school one of my teachers had an Ireland trip every year over the summer. I went with 11 girls, 1 guy, the teacher and a chaperone.

It was awesome. Anyways, we spent 2 weeks there, flying in to Dublin then we rented a bus with a driver that took us all over the northern half of the island.

When we got to northern Ireland we spent a couple nights at this town right off the ocean (strait? Idk sorry).

Our first night there the teacher tells me about an urban legend. Apparently there used to be a church/convent just outside town. That is until a nun there accidentally burned the placed down.

hen the property was converted to a cemetery with the remains of the building still there as a memorial.

In the main part of the building there's a single headstone for the person who burned down the building. The headstone is like a Celtic cross with a hole in the center of it.

Now, legend has it that if you put your arm through the hole the nun will come and kill you.

With this knowledge, I rounded up a group of girls, got a map, and we headed out just after midnight.

It was a decent walk there, but when we get there we notice a wall.

No worries I thought, we can just hop it because it's not that high. On the otherwise laid tall grass so it tough wading through.

Then we start making our way through the grass, around the tombstones, towards the house until we stumble upon a paved road.

Thank God. The road wraps around the building and leads to a completely open part of the building. It only has 3 walls and no ceiling, and there it is, her tombstone.

It looks exactly as my teacher described it, but a little more sinister.

It looked crude, rough, as if no one wanted to make it, but felt they had to.

Being the macho teen I was in front of women, I got on my knees and stuck my arm through the hole against everyone's advice.

I look up and say, "see that's not so bad."

Then as I pulled my arm out I stopped and pretended to be hurt and shouted in pain to freak all the girls out.

I started laughing at everyone's mini heart attack, but as I chuckled I felt something.

Faintly. I felt a pair of eyes.

They didn't feel malicious, they weren't fueled with hate, they were there and knew I knew.

The next morning we were all talking about the night before and someone breaks out their camera to show pictures of the cemetery.

As we're looking at them someone notices something standing behind me in the distance.

You could see the edge of a face, the cheek, the ear, the cap nuns wore, and part of a veil.

It was unmistakable.

Username: TheGreedyCarrot

Meredithville, VA at 230am

Me and my old band did a little tour down in North Carolina for about a week back in 2010.

We all live just outside of philly, but I lived in a neighborhood with dense forrests and corn fields, so I was used to being in a rural area.

We set off on the road at about 6pm with the trailer in tow. We stop in Richmond, get food, meet my doppelgänger, and off we go.

Next stop, Greensboro, NC baby!

Around midnight, we start playing a car game. We got sucked in, and realized it's 2am and we need gas. We get off at the first exit, and start following a car.

The car turns around, so we keep driving ...into a dirt road...with a trailer. We finally back up, and get back on the highway, mildly panicking cause the gas light came on.

We get off the first exit, and found ourselves in dense woods.

Then, like an oasis, we see a closed gas station. The pumps accepted credit/debit, so we filled up.

The forest was silent. Not a single sound. It was eerie as fuck. No lights, no life.

We decided to smoke a bone in the woods, and capitalize on the fact that literally nobody was around.

Then we heard shrieking. High pitched shrieking. Then we heard branches breaking and leaves rustling.

We bounced the fuck out.

A few days later, we hit the road to head home. It's about 4am, hit the highway, and we start nodding off.

The driver wakes us up at six and says "hey, fork up some cash, we need gas" so I throw him some money, he punches in gas stations in the GPS, and 10 minutes later he says "no fucking way."

It took us back to the same.

Fucking. Gas station.

This time, it was over cast, and dense fog filled the air.

We punched in an alternate route when we set off, cause it said it would be faster, and took us up a different highway. We started to get a little nervous.

The station is closed, but we ran out of money on our cards and had to use cash. We sat and waited til someone showed up.

At about 630, a car pulls up. A rather portly, yet friendly lady, shows up, let's us in, and asks what we were doing there.

We tell her about the bizarre occurrence a few nights prior, and she just stares at us.

Eyes wide, like she knew we were into something.

She told us to get on such and such highway, and she made it a point to say "by all means, don't go down such and such rd, don't go down there" and she vanished to the back of the store. We were freaked.

I asked her to come back, and bought a bottle of MD20/20 to calm the old nerves. She rung me up and said "ok, you guys can leave now."

We obliged, and fucked off immediately. FUCK that place.

Username: [deleted]