5 Horror Stories From Reddit by Microbiology Doctor-dr
I was camping with my spouse and his family in New Mexico at a tiny, lonely lake. Our party consisted of around ten individuals, while the neighboring campground had a group of six people. It was late as night, and both groups were engaged in customary activities such as creating s'mores, drinking, and telling tales, when we all heard what sounded like a tiny girl pleading for help. We didn't have any children with us, but we were all certain we heard a small girl and agreed to examine the area where we heard the sounds together.
There was a field behind our campsites, and we all saw a very tall, pure white person standing maybe 100 feet away from us, making the sounds. We all agreed that this monster was around 6 feet tall, slender, and white as a ghost. We moved closer to examine, but whatever we saw began to back off as we got closer, and it vanished into the woods. As we attempted to sleep, we kept hearing a tiny child screaming for rescue.
The Maniac
I'm a psychiatric nurse who worked in a residential mental health facility early in my career. One of our residents was an elective mute, which means he didn't/wouldn't/couldn't speak for no medical reason. He had talked earlier in his life and seemed very normal, with the exception of being about seven feet tall. He was reared in the Deep South and entered the military at the age of 19, but he disappeared one night. He was proclaimed AWOL and then pronounced missing and deceased.
10 years later, a seven-foot-tall guy strolled into a VA Hospital emergency department in my area of the Midwest and told the receptionist, "My name is Marion Duchene (not his actual name), and I've been dead for ten years."
Those were the last words he ever spoke.
He was caked in dust and dressed in the same clothing that he had been reported to be wearing the night he disappeared. His social security number had not been used, and he lacked identification. They were able to identify him, I believe, by fingerprints. The family was informed, but they said that they had already lamented their lost man and that whomever claimed to be him could not be him. They requested that they not be approached again.
Marion walked all day, every day, moving his lips as if murmuring or conversing, but no sound came out. He had an unsettling tendency of flinging his head back with his lips wide open, as if he was laughing hard, yet not even a breath could be heard from him. When I spoke to him, he seemed to listen, sometimes flinging his head back in that laugh-mimicking manner of his.
Several drugs were tried, but none had any effect on him, either favorably or adversely. Occupational therapy was ineffective because Marion would merely smile and, until instructed to remain seated, he'd get up and resume his pacing.
Marion, pacing in the parking lot, flinging his head back to "laugh," was the last thing I saw on my final day at that employment. Later, I wondered whether I'd been dealing with a ghost all along. Even after all these years, I still don't know.
The unrest stop
When I was 16 and my sister was 20, I was travelling across the nation with my mother and sister. Even though it was late, we were well rested and alert. We were travelling down an expressway and needed petrol and a potty break, so we pulled over at the 200-mile rest stop. At the gas station, there was a van full of youngsters on a road trip, as well as a little grey vehicle stopped in front of us with two young males standing motionless outside.
When we arrived, everything seemed off. We'd been on the road for days and had passed through several rest spots at night, but we'd never felt scared before. My mother and sister walked inside, but I remained in the vehicle. I overheard the youngsters complaining about how freaked out they were and how they couldn't get the pump to work, and how they had to leave quickly. I was looking at the automobile in front of us, and the two guys were still standing there. Not even a smidgeon. They were not conversing. They weren't talking on their phones. They were motionless, like if they were made of stone.
My sister and mother rushed back out to the vehicle, where the two guys slowly turned to gaze at us while not moving or turning the rest of their bodies, and I swear to fucking crap, we all saw the same thing - black, vacant eyes. It's completely devoid of everything. It wasn't dark, and it didn't reflect any light at all; it was simply a blank.
We raced away and didn't stop until we reached the next city. What was the most unpleasant aspect of the whole experience? We were unable to locate the location on any map. We knew precisely where to look on the highway, but neither Google maps nor any physical map could help us locate it. We even inquired about the eerie petrol station on that stretch of road and were met with blank stares. Since then, we've driven on that highway, and there hasn't been a rest station.
It came for us in the graveyard
We were driving through a big cemetery in my friend's beat-up Subaru. We came to a little pond after stopping and walking down a hill. On the opposite side of the pond, someone was seated on a rock. The figure was completely dark, and we couldn't make out any details other than the fact that it seemed to be a guy wearing an old-fashioned top hat. We made the mistake of waving and shouting "Hi!" He sat still on the rock, showing no sign of acknowledgment. He sprang to his feet, began rushing toward us on the lake, and suddenly disappeared in thin water approximately halfway across the pond. I yelled and dashed back to the vehicle with my pals.
We heard something thumping on the back of the vehicle, and the car wouldn't start. It wasn't a steady boom, but we could hear it every few seconds or so. From what we could see in the dim light, no one was outside, but something was making a noise on the vehicle. I took out my phone and began contacting my mother to come help us, but there was no service. We didn't have any mobile service. The next 30 minutes were spent attempting to start her vehicle. We didn't hear any thumping after that, but we felt a lot of pressure surrounding us.
The vehicle finally started, and she pressed the gas pedal all the way down. We rushed out of the cemetery like a bullet. All of our phones restored cell service as soon as we passed through the gates. One thing I'm confident of is that there was someone or something out there, and it wasn't an animal or a person.
It was good to see an old friend
I attended my high school reunion when I was 37 years old. I flew in and hired a vehicle from the nearby airport. It was a 35-mile journey through an extremely remote and nearly deserted section of the nation. I notice someone waving me down on the side of the road about three miles outside of town. It turned out to be one of the guys I used to hang out with in high school. We start conversing when Jim (not his real name) gets in the vehicle. I hadn't seen him in almost a decade, yet he looked the same, if a bit older. When we get in town, I invite him to join me at the VFW for a drink. "No, just take me home," he adds. I headed in the direction of Jim's parents' home, which was just a few streets from my grandmother's, but he suggested to drive him to the outskirts of town. I saw a mobile home park nearby and assumed that was where he resided. When we got to the end of the exit, he remarked, "Simply drop me off here. It was great to see you once again "He then goes away into the darkness.
I go to the VFW and run across several of my former classmates, with whom I strike up a conversation. As we discuss who would attend the reunion, I remark that I had just picked Jim up and put him off three miles east of town. Everyone becomes silent, even the karaoke singer, who comes to a halt and puts down his microphone. My cousin's skin becomes as white as a brand new t-shirt.
"Jim died eight years ago on that bend, Barb. His automobile rolled. We were all there at his memorial service "I was informed. I began to feel quite dizzy, so I stepped outside to my vehicle to take some deep breaths. On the seat is a copy of the local newspaper from eight years ago, which has Jim's obituary. The document is still in my possession.
Take Reddit away from me, please. I can't get enough of ghost tales.
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