I have occasional sleep paralysis too, or at least that is what I am choosing to believe. It’s usually the same every time: can’t move or scream, but I can blink and move my eyes and cry. I always have the same hallucination every time, I see a tall, thin, faceless man and two creepy as fuck children. They usually…

OMFG. I went to the wiki page on sleep paralysis and I’ve experienced that so many times. Intruder. Trying to scream / yell, but unable to get the mouth open to make a sound. It’s terrifying.

Dunno if this is scary enough, but I suffer from sleep paralysis. What does this mean? When I’m at the soft edges of dreaming reality blurs into nightmare for me.

Honestly, I believe that his phone number may still be in my phone under the “blocked contact list,” and I still have a screenshot of the Uber map saved. It’s been a few years now, and I’m still too afraid to reopen this can of worms.

This freaked me the hell out, just because of how absolutely real it was. No paranormal shit, just plain old psychotic behavior from another person. So happy you got away safe. I’m endlessly fascinated by what his true ‘persona’ was...

First, I am so glad you gtfo of there. Two, that John Wayne Gacy was terrifying and I kept expecting this to end with “two weeks later I saw him on the news.”

I’ve only told this story to my closest friends. I haven’t even confided in my sister (for fear of the obvious shame). Please buckle in because this tale needs to be told in length.

I feel like my Dad talks to me in dreams. It is reassuring and happy, not scary at all. I hope that something like that occurs for you, too. Sorry for your loss.

More of a creepy maybe home invasion tale but:

Coincidentally, today is the anniversary of my father’s death. As is usual for October 17, I got a call on the phone with no caller id or number. Sure, I get robocalls all the time, but those usually have some fake name or visible number. This one, just “unknown.” Been happening for years. Normally, I’m a skeptical…

I will preface this with the fact that unnatural movements freak me out. A lot.

One of my living room walls is a huge mirror, too, so there’s SO much room for creepiness! We shall see.

I have no scary stories. But I am currently living in a much nicer apartment than I should be able to afford because the last tenant committed suicide in it, and the owner had to keep dropping the price because they have to disclose that information and no one wanted to live there.