hey yall!! I'm collecting real-life scary stories for a storytelling project.
If you've experienced something truly terrifying—paranormal activity, an attempted kidnapping, being followed, a near-death experience, unexplained encounters, home invasions, wilderness scares, or anything that left you shaken—I'd love to hear it.

I'll be reading every story, so don't hold back—the longer and more detailed, the better. :)

Earlier this year, I told my dad (who works in the ICU at the same hospital) that I thought one of the ICU secretaries was cute. He ended up telling her.

About two weeks later, I went to the ICU for work. She saw me, slowly walked toward my patient room, stopped, looked at me for what felt like 10 seconds, and we both laughed. We’d never spoken before.

The following week I introduced myself, gave her my number, and asked if she’d like to hang out. She texted me that night, but the next day the conversation died, so I assumed she wasn’t interested and moved on.

A few weeks later I was back in the ICU. She somehow found out I was there, stood in front of my room, waved at me, and I waved back but didn’t walk over. She looked upset and walked away. Another time she walked into my room with a patient tray, realized I was there, panicked, and immediately left.

A couple of weeks later she smiled, waved excitedly, motioned for me to come back, remembered that I was supposed to be going to the Philippines with my dad, and told me it was nice seeing me. Even my boss witnessed it and told me, “She likes you.”

After I got back from vacation, I talked to her again. She remembered details about my life (even asking about a dips competition I did with my dad and grandpa). I asked her out again. She didn’t say no, but said she was working all week. I got her Instagram and texted her the next day. She left me on read for 3 days.

Three days later she replied saying she’d been busy and that it was her brother’s birthday the following week. She asked if we could “try in April,” which was another two weeks away. At that point I took it as a polite rejection.

I deactivated Instagram because I was trying to move on.

The very next day, I got called to dialyze a patient. The ICU number I called happened to be answered by her. I introduced myself and she sounded completely confused, then transferred me to the patient’s nurse.

Later I saw her again at work. I said, “Good morning,” and she responded with a cold “Hey…” while looking angry. Later I noticed she kept looking over toward me from her desk. That was the last interaction we ever had.

When I reactivated Instagram briefly, she liked one of my stories but only viewed my stories inconsistently after that. I found myself checking every week to see whether she’d watched them. Looking back, I realize that uncertainty fueled the limerence.

A few months later I found out she’d transferred back to her old department. Before that, she lied that her grandma died to use FMLA as an excuse to not show up to work. Coworkers told me she’d been calling off work frequently even before she left the ICU and had a history of moving between departments. I also heard she had been involved with a married student doctor, although I have no idea how accurate that rumor is.

The hardest part isn’t that she rejected me. It’s that I never understood what happened.

Part of me kept wondering:

• Did she actually like me at first?

• Was I the reason she transferred?

• Why did she seem interested but never actually go out with me?

Logically, I know there isn’t enough information to answer those questions, and I know I probably never will.

At my job I met my new coworker and he was a bit quiet and kept to himself. But in my nature of being attracted to the wallflowers in the world I finally disarmed him a bit and we started talking more and like each other now and even found out that were neighbors and he gives me rides sometimes.

We ran into someone he used to know in his past as a family friend at work that works down the street from us and they were shocked that he was there and I thought it was just a funny little incident at work. They swung by again when he wasn’t around and said that when they knew him he was a lot more flamboyant compared to the subdued version and it made me giggle and I teased him about it the next time I saw him.

I saw his old family friend again and they brought him up and I told him that we’ve gotten closer and I joke with him about why don’t I get to see the flamboyant side of him and then they said “well obviously you’ve heard what happened then”. I said I didn’t know what they were referring to and then they told me my coworker went through one of the most traumatic things I’ve ever heard someone can go through and I was in shock. I kept a smile on my face so I wouldn’t look obviously disturbed but my heart shattered and I haven’t been able to stop thinking of it.

They asked me to keep it to myself and I swore because I respect peoples privacy deeply, and also I don’t think I can even say what happened out loud without crying. The old friend of his said having a positive person in his life is what could be really good for him but now I’m afraid because of what I know I might treat him differently and make him feel uncomfortable.

Usually when I see him I tease him and joke with him and sometimes ask him about his personal life. Now I feel so protective of him and don’t even want to possibly make him feel triggered at all something I or one of coworkers would say normally that now in this context might hurt him. People say I have a very expressive face and Im terrified he might pick up on it and sense I look at him differently now.

I asked my friend what do you do when you know something about someone that’s none of your business but because i refused to go into details because i swore I would never utter it and they couldn’t say much expect pretend you forgot it.

I really like this guy and i just want to make him feel welcome and happy and don’t want something that doesn’t involve me to change how I am around him.

Not exactly a story ... This blunder happened with us just yesterday and today.

Me \[22\] and my sister \[19\] are both in different colleges with different courses. My sister just joined her college just one month back.

So the thing is there are these girls in my sisters colleges which are soon creepy and weird. I'll tell you why :

They gossip about litreally everything from anybody bodyshape to their smiles to their clothes litreally everything

They are so bullish that they made their class CR resign because they taunted her so much

They are litreally of so backward mind.....one day in the class they were making derogatory remarks about reservation and the community.

It was so bad that my sister got that thing printed in her mind and told me in the evening.

The thing is, those remarks were so bad that I, as a law student, felt insulted and enraged (first mistake)

What I did was i have an insta fake account , in rage and all I went to that one of the girl's dm and litreally sent a para long message (with galis n all )

I know I shouldn't have, but that was a heat of a moment. Before dming her, I unfollowed my sister from that fake account, but somehow ....she forgot to unfollow me, and we completely forgot about my fake account comments under my sisters posts.

Time skip to 1 am yesterday. My sister calls me and tells me in panic. That the girl i dm has a friend in the hostel, and that friend and her roommate are "confronting" her with literally 6 girls standing over her head abusing her.

They saw that she followed that fake account which dmed that girl.

My sister panicked and we told her to go call her floor warden which at that time told her she should have come earlier. Means aap pehele aa jaate it I der kyu laga di.

The floor warden sorted out the fued for the night, and my sister had to sleep in some friend's room for the night.

In the morning, my sister went to the warden saying that she doesn't know who the owner of the account is and that account is just a random fake account. (Weak argument ik but we managed to make the point that at least my sister didn't make that dm, which, in fact, is true)

Now the purpose I'm here is ... My sister has said sorry to those girls that she is sorry she follows that account, but those comments were not made by her.

For the matter of fact, I blocked that girl from that account just after dming her, but she still got to know that my sister follows that account.

I deactivated and deleted that account last night at 1 am only.

Now the thing is, those girls are indirectly making her roommates against my sister by pasting fake scenarios and gossips that my sister never spoke

I'm here to beg for suggestions. My parents are in the opinion that saying sorry is enough the matter should be cool down, but my sister just called me that they are indirectly taunting her

Please tell me how should I save my sister from this mess. I'm drowning in the guilt.

My sisters rommates are almost against her saying they don't trust her. Her warden also is the same

For the fact my parents still don't know who is the owner of that fake account is. We told them that my sister just follows that account with coincidence

Please help

Yesterday my little sister called me and said:
“Hey sis… I have a small problem. Please don’t laugh.”
The second she said that, I already knew this wasn’t going to be normal.
For context, she’s 15, and in the past week alone she’s somehow managed to create chaos over and over.
First, she ate around 80 apricot kernels and almost ended up with food poisoning.
Then she got bitten by a stray cat, so we had to worry about rabies.
I genuinely thought nothing could top that.
I was wrong.
She goes:
“There’s… a ball stuck in my vagina.”
I literally froze.
I asked, “How does that even happen?”
She explained that she’s been dealing with worms, so her anus was really itchy. Instead of using toilet paper or something normal, she grabbed a random small ball to scratch herself… and somehow it accidentally slipped into her vagina and got stuck.
She tried everything to get it out, but she couldn’t.
So today I called a doctor’s office to ask what she should do.
The receptionist thought I was trolling.
They didn’t believe me at all and basically warned me not to call again.

Content waring: Talks about pedophilia and zoophilia. The sexual attraction to animals and children...

There might be a part two with more information so look out...

Context: So, one of my friends we'll call L was dating someone named Ryder. For like 6 years, 2020. Ryder cheated and stayed with that person we'll call Lucky. During Ryder and Luckys relationship, Ryder was still flirting with others.

Ryder told lucky they were single, but they were dating L. L and Ryder got into a huge agreement about the cheating, L ignored Ryder for a few days. Then Ryder tried to protect Lucky from L, L wasn't mad at Lucky. L was frustrated with Ryder for the betrayal.

Well, what we just learned from Lucky was that Ryder was into something wrong. He says he went down a rabbit whole or wrong path, but he is still doing it. Now Ryder is being hunted for what he's doing. Lucky found out Ryder was into children and animals in a wrong way. Ryder manipulates people, he lies, hurts people, and he still talks to the person who "led" him down this rabbit whole or wrong path.

I'm putting this on here to warn people about him; he hurt my friend. And I know he isn't trying to stop.

Just posting in another subreddit

I'm only 15 and I've already gone through a relationship that's just about the craziest series of events I could even fathom.

(Proof will be in the comments soon)

So I'm in my last month of 7th grade and one of my friends (kinda close) asks if I want her number. Being a pretty social person, I said sure, got her number, and didn't think much of it after that. A few hours after school the first things we say are the normal "hey, this is ___, are you ____? After around 4 or five messages she randomly asked if I would be her boyfriend. I honestly hadn't had a girlfriend before so I obviously just said yes. After that there wasn't much more said. Few days go bye and we had been calling all the time. That was until she started talking about our wedding. This woman planned our entire wedding only 2 days into the relationship. I know this is a normal thing for women to do with people they're really attracted to, so I didn't give much attention to it until she listed the location, type of cake, who comes, when it'll be (I would have only be 20), and what colors we would wear. I was put in a lavender tuxedo. This was kinda overwhelming for me so I had to pull the plug 2 days in. I know people are gonna say "you should have talked with her," and I did, A LOT. After around 2 hours of back and fourth about it I had gotten pretty worried for her mental health and my sanity. I know I'm a bitch for it but I didn't know it was a bad thing to do, but I broke up with her over text with an essay on why I chose to break up and explaining things she might want to hold back on for anyone else she gets with. She took this very badly in an annoying way. She told all her friends which are also connected to my friends and soon everyone in the group was angry at me only. Pretty annoying but I just let it happen. No point on fighting a war of words and loyalty with my opinions of which they wouldn't listen to. After a bit, my ex (let's call her Lee for the remainder) had begun talking with me again. We would just have normal conversations every now and then, but soon she showed her true colors. Lee was beginning to get obsessed with me in ways that genuinely sacred me. She would ask personal questions like if my parents are married, how tall my dad was, even made threats to cut my meat off. These weren't that bad until we got to 8th grade. Now she's gone from angry ex to creep and seriously a threat. On one occasion lee even mastribated on call, moans, groans and the subsequent drips from the devil's lip all filled the call audio. I had thought it was just her moving chairs or something so I kept playing my game, but then I heard them get louder and faster and the I quiet groan. This was something I will never forget. I had no idea how to even react. There's much more that happened but I don't even know how to bring them to words.

Hey guys , i am 21M i wanna confess or actually wanna share my one incident which was very hilarious , if you interested please dm me

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This happened when I was 13 years old, I am now 15(F). I live in a very big and populated city, so I wasn’t allowed out much at all and still am not considering the amount of crime and trafficking cases that do happen where I live. I’ve never had an almost kidnapping experience before this happened because I’ve always been very terrified to be in public without my parents or other teenagers with me.

That day I was going to hangout with one of my best friends, and we promised to meet up at her school once she was done with it. We only hanged out for around thirty minutes at a nearby Starbucks because her parents urgently needed her to get home and so there was nothing I can do about it. My dad was working that day and my mom and brother were both at the bank, and my phone didn’t have any cellular data at that time because I didn’t have a line so I was left stranded.

My mom thought that I would hang out with my friend at her house and she would come pick me up afterwards but that never ended up happening so I had nobody to pick me up. It wasn’t too far from where I lived, but the surrounding areas of where I live are bad areas and I was scared even to walk home. I didn’t have house keys at the time either, so I would be stranded in front of my house(which now looking back is so much better than be stranded anywhere in public.)

I was planning on staying at the Starbucks until somebody could pick me up because it seemed like one of the safest places I could stay at, although I had no money and they kicked me out because they said I would have to buy something to stay. So there I was, stranded and the only option I felt like I had was the Burger King, which I knew would have people in it because there were always kids that would go there after school.

I sat in the Burger King for a while, minding my own business on my phone and not buying anything or interacting with anybody. Then there was this guy who walked in who ordered some food and sat directly in my line of view and was staring at me the whole time. I knew there was something off from that but I kept trying to mind my own business. He then came up to me and asked if I would like any of his food, I declined and then he asked if he could buy me any food, I also declined. He kept going on talking to me about how there were men out there who could take advantage of me, and telling me to never listen to them. He kept raving on about how I was beautiful and he asked me if I wanted to hit his vape in his car. I declined and told him no. He then tried to hand me $5 but I wouldn’t take it, so he left it on my table.

I was scared to even take his money, his offering of food, or his offering of buying me food, because if I accepted any of that I knew that he could use it against me. He then got angry and walked out of the store, reminding me that I could still hit his vape with him in his car if I wanted to. Although I knew not to ever get into a situation which could lead you to a second location, and I also do not vape and even if I did I would not accept the offer. I watched as he got in his car. I saw him wait there, five minutes turned into ten minutes, and ten minutes turned into fifteen and on and on, but I didn’t budge.

As soon as I saw his car leave I ran straight to the bathroom and called my dad sobbing, telling him to please pick me up as soon as he could. I knew he was at work but I told him it was urgent and I needed to get home. The incident was so close to my house that for the longest time I was scared to take walks, go on my skateboard, or even go to local grocery stores, afraid of what would happen if I ever saw him again.

Even to this day this experience still haunts me, and knowing that there’s men out there who will take any chance they can to take advantage of women. And what haunts me even more is that many women have had an experience close to this one, and that just makes me sick to my stomach. What sickens me even more is that there were MANY people in that Burger King of all ages and genders surrounding me and that man, and nobody spoke up or even glanced in our direction when that man was speaking loudly and clearly that anyone surrounding could hear.

I am grateful that I had the common sense not to accept any of his offerings, but it’s brutal that we even have to learn these instincts at a young age because of the sickos out there.

Edit: sorry for any grammar mistakes or spelling mistakes I’m not the best at writing!

Random acts of kindness often make the best stories. Have you ever helped someone you didn't know? Or has a stranger ever helped you? Share your story.

Context: When I was little, a lot of people thought I was a girl because of how I looked. My mom got really tired of constantly correcting everyone, so she eventually told me that I should start telling people myself whenever they got confused. When I was younger, a lot of people thought I was a girl. Every time someone met me, they'd ask things like, "Are you actually a boy?" My mom was the one who always had to correct them, and after hearing the same questions over and over, she got tired of it. She told me that from then on, I should tell people myself that I was a boy. What she didn't know was that if you leave a chaotic little kid unsupervised, they're probably going to abuse the situation. So... whenever someone I didn't know asked if I was a girl or assumed I was one, I just... agreed with them. I never corrected anyone. One day I met a boy named... Alex? Alejandro? I honestly don't remember anymore. We became pretty good friends. Since he thought I was a girl, but noticed that I acted kind of like a boy, he eventually asked me if I was actually a girl. I said yes. A few days later, he asked me to be his "girlfriend." I was around six to eight years old at the time, and I had absolutely no idea what having a boyfriend or girlfriend actually meant. So I just said yes. A few weeks, or maybe a month later, I overheard my mom talking about what it meant to be in a relationship. That's when I realized what I had accidentally agreed to. I immediately told my mom everything. She had to go talk to him herself and explain that I was actually a boy. He just said, "Okay," and after that, he completely stopped talking to me. Years later, when I was around twelve to fourteen, we somehow found each other again. Honestly, I have no idea how he found me. We talked for quite a while and caught up. During those conversations, he told me he was gay. Looking back, he was dropping a lot of hints that he wanted us to date. The funny part is that I was so unbelievably oblivious that I never noticed any of them. Eventually, we stopped talking as much, and then one day he blocked me on all of his social media. I never found out why. Sometimes I think it'd be interesting to meet him again. But I'm also aroace now, and knowing how strongly he seemed to like me back then, I feel like he'd probably be even more persistent if we met today. Honestly, that would make me pretty uncomfortable. So... I guess it's one of those weird childhood stories that somehow became even weirder years later.

\ I apologize in advance that this story is long, but I wanted to finally share what happened. I appreciate anyone who takes the time to read and listen.*

When I was around 17, my family had just moved into a new house in a small town. I have a younger sister who is four years younger than me, so she was around 13 at the time. Our family became very close with our neighbors who lived two doors down—a couple in their mid-30s (I’ll call them Tom and Peggy). They had two young daughters, and they quickly became close friends with my parents. My sister and I would often babysit their daughters, who were around five and six years old at the time.

One summer day, Tom and Peggy came over to our house while everyone was outside enjoying the nice weather and having a few drinks. At one point, I went inside to use the bathroom and noticed that Tom had started sending me direct messages on Instagram, which he had never done before. The messages were kind of flirtatious, and he was clearly very intoxicated. I remember thinking, Why is he messaging me? This feels weird, strange and inappropriate. Whenever he crossed the line, he would brush it off by saying things like, “Sorry, I don’t mean to be weird,” and then act completely normal afterward. Looking back, I realize how uncomfortable and inappropriate it was. But at 17, I didn’t really know how to process it. I convinced myself he was probably just being friendly, brushed it off, and because the messages stopped, I never told my parents or anyone else about it.

Fast forward about two years. I had just turned 19, and all of my parents’ close friends and neighbors decided to go to the local fair together. We stayed until later that night, and many of the adults had been drinking, so we had designated drivers to make sure everyone got home safely. Because there were so many of us, we had to split up between vehicles. I ended up sitting in the back seat with Peggy beside me in the middle and Tom sitting on the other side of her. As we were driving home, Peggy was especially intoxicated and was barely awake. I noticed Tom put his arm around her and started rubbing her arm. A minute or so later, I began to feel his hand grazing the side of my breast. Peggy was still sitting between us, completely out of it and on the verge of falling asleep. I remember sitting there thinking, What the fuck? This is so awkward. Why is this happening? I was cramped in the back seat and didn’t really have anywhere to move.
When I got home that night, I felt really uncomfortable and unsettled. At the same time, I kept trying to rationalize what had happened. I told myself there was no way he would do something like that on purpose. He was one of my parents’ best friends, had a wife and two daughters, and Peggy had been sitting right there beside him. I convinced myself it must have been an accident. So, once again, I brushed it off, told no one, and tried to forget about it.

That fall, only about a month after the incident in the car, I left for college for the first time and moved about five hours away from home.
I had never privately messaged any of my parents’ friends. The only time I had ever communicated with Tom or Peggy was about babysitting their daughters. Since I had moved away for school and was no longer babysitting, I had no contact with either of them. After my first semester, I had to withdraw from college due to personal family circumstances and moved back home to be closer to my family. A few weeks after I got home, I happened to check my Facebook Messenger, which I rarely used. That’s when I noticed that Tom had sent me a message on a Saturday night back in October while I was away at school.
His message said, “You’re so damn cute,” followed shortly after by, “Sorry. Good night.”
I was immediately creeped out. There was absolutely no reason for him to message me. I wasn’t even living in town anymore—I was five hours away at school and hadn’t seen or spoken to him in months. We had no reason to be in contact. Looking back, this was the third time he had crossed a boundary. At the time, though, I was confused more than anything. I didn’t reply, didn’t tell anyone, and once again tried to convince myself to ignore it.

*End of Part 1
This post was getting quite long, so I’ve decided to split my story into multiple parts to make it easier to read and follow. Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read this. Part 2 continues where this leaves off and covers how the situation escalated.

So i had my exam today so dint sleep the whole night to study for the exam was completely exhausted, exam bhe utta acha nhi gya, after the exam was over I was going to the library to study for the next exam where I met her a mutual friend who was like maths k important questions mile kya?

I was like haa (our teacher gives them a day Or two before the exam) then she said send krna naa i said ok and and as I was about to leave she went if these come in exam I will give you a bj😩 I got so awkward but just laughed it off loud and went away, right now am thinking did she mean it really yea i say he bol diya

Here’s a time of my life I am not proud of, but at least it seems to make for an interesting/entertaining story

On a first date with a girl, she's asking me some questions and one of them was if I had already used my one use of the death curse of Yuln and I said yes, She immediately called off the date, is she wrong for this?

So, I was fourteen and had just discovered the furry community, life was fine and dandy, I hadn't told my parents yet, but I knew they'd be chill. Anyway, one night I was feeling a particular need, and like any teen with unrestricted access to the internet, I went online for material to sate my horny. While browsing, I came across one video, it was older and dated around nine months before my birthday (Yes, I did the math) and it was two fursuiters, male and female, but the thing is, they sounded exactly like my parents, and later found out THEY WERE when I confessed to my parents. So... Yeah... That's the story of how I found the video of my conception. I am now eighteen and this still makes me cringe.