What would you do if you realized the person looking back at you wasn't your parent, but something wearing their face? The first story begins with a chilling encounter that redefines the meaning of fear.
10. The Woman Who Wasn’t My Mother
I still remember this one strange day from my childhood. I came home from school and saw my mom in the kitchen, wearing her bathrobe and cooking. I started talking to her, but as we spoke, a cold dread slowly crept over me. This woman looked exactly like my mother—almost. Her voice had a strange tone, her features were slightly off, and her eyes… they were completely different.
I forced myself to stay calm, pretending not to notice anything wrong. Quietly, I excused myself and locked myself in the bathroom, sitting there with my heart pounding as I waited.
What felt like an eternity later, the front door opened, and I heard my real mom call out, "Hi, I'm home!" To this day, I have no idea what I saw that afternoon, but I’ve never felt fear like that since.
9. The Man and the Crow
When I was in elementary school, I was waiting for the bus at the end of our driveway. A car pulled over next door, and a man got out. He whistled once—and out of nowhere, a crow flew down from a tree and landed right on his arm. Without a word, he got back into his car and drove away. I told everyone what I saw, but no one believed me.
8. The Vanished Dinosaur
My sister and I shared a room. One stormy night, she was so scared that we decided to sleep in the same bed. We both had our teddy bears and stuffed animals with us, but there wasn’t enough space for her dinosaur plushie. I reached over and placed it on the floor. A loud clap of thunder shook the house. When we turned to say goodnight to the dinosaur, it was gone. We searched everywhere but never found it.
Just when you think it can’t get any stranger, the next stories take it to another level.
7. The Gentleman on the Stairs
When I was about nine, I was getting ready for school while my friends waited for me at home. My mom was in the kitchen when I saw an old man coming down the stairs. He wore a long brown coat and a top hat. He walked straight into the kitchen.
When I asked my mom who he was, she just stared at me—the kitchen was empty. My friends didn’t see him either, even though they were right beside me. Absolutely chilling.
6. Great-Grandfather’s Goodbye
When my great-grandfather passed away, our family gathered at his house to comfort my great-grandmother. While my brother and I were napping, several people claimed they saw my great-grandfather’s spirit standing over us.
He was watching over us, they said, telling us he loved us and wanted us to live good lives.
5. The Imaginary Friend Named Sally
My older sister had an imaginary friend named Sally, but she only ever saw her at our grandparents’ house. She’d run down the hallways, laughing and talking to Sally as if she were real.
One afternoon, as we were leaving, my sister didn’t want to go because she was having so much fun with Sally. My mom, not thinking much of it, said Sally could come home with us. My sister ran down the hall to talk to her friend. When she came back, she looked disappointed and said Sally wasn’t allowed to leave. Curious, my mom asked what Sally looked like.
Without hesitation, my sister described a seven-year-old girl who had died in an accident outside the house—years before our grandparents had even bought it.
If you thought those were eerie, wait until you hear what’s next.
4. The Voice on the Bridge
In middle school, I was walking home across a bridge when I heard someone call my name from behind. I turned around, expecting to see someone, but there was no one there. I shrugged and kept walking. Suddenly, a woman pulled over in her car, looking frantic. She rolled down her window and asked me if the child by the bridge was okay. I just stared at her. There was no child. No one else had been walking on that bridge with me. I was completely alone.
3. The Shared Nightmare
When I was little, I had the same nightmare over and over. I’d be at my grandmother’s house—always dark and cold—walking down the hallway. Before I reached the end, I’d freeze. A tall man dressed in black would appear. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was watching me. I couldn’t breathe or escape.
Months later, I finally told my mom. She started crying. She’d had the same dream as a child—the same hallway, the same man. And when she had told her mother, my grandmother said the same thing had haunted her, too.
I’m 26 now and haven’t had the dream in years, but even thinking about that house still makes me feel sick. I’ll never walk down that hallway again.
2. The Unseen Mourners
My mother passed away when I was three. That night, my father was with her while paramedics were there, and my cousins came to pick me up. As they carried me out of the house, I saw people everywhere—standing in rooms, lingering in the hallways.
I didn’t recognize them, but I knew they were family, and I could feel their sorrow. Years later, I asked my dad who had been there that night. He told me no one else had come—just my cousins. There was no family in the house. I’ve had other strange experiences connected to my mother since then, but this one has always stayed with me.
We’re down to the final story—the one that still keeps people up at night.
1. The Birthday Prophecy
At my grandmother’s 70th birthday, all the relatives gathered to celebrate. She raised her glass for a toast as usual and said, “I love you all, and thank you for coming. This might be my last birthday.” Just then, my little brother, who was about five at the time, cheerfully reassured her, “Don’t worry, Grandma! When you have two eights, it’ll be your last birthday!”
Childhood eyes sometimes see shadows of a world we can't explain. These stories are a haunting reminder that some mysteries are simply meant to be remembered.
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