12 Non-Fictional Stories: You'll Be A Little Scared To Sleep Without Lights After Reading Them

In life, sometimes stories happen that take your breath away. It is not immediately clear whether there is mysticism involved or everything that happens is just a coincidence. The heroes of this article haven't quite figured out what happened to them.

• I live near a mountain in the woods. The road I have to take to get to town is winding, and there are lots of wild animals. You have to be very careful, especially at night. There are certain sections where you're more likely to see deer or elk, so I always go slower there. I was coming home at night, and suddenly, I saw something strange to the right of my bumper. The creature on two legs turned its head in my direction, and our gazes met. I was startled and looked in my rearview mirror to make sure I hadn't hit it, but there was no one there. I comfort myself that it was a deer, but I don't really believe it. © puppersandcoffee / Reddit (here are 15 bone-chilling stories that prove reality can be scarier than fiction)

• A few years back, I was talking to my parents late at night. Their room leads to a corridor, which has a door to the bathroom and a door to my room.
  I said goodnight to both of them, and they each responded with "Good night." Then I proceeded to close the door to their room and walk down the corridor to mine. When I was by the bathroom door, a voice whispered in my ear, "Good night," in the deepest and spookiest voice I had ever heard.
  I froze for a second, opened the door to my parents again, and asked if they had spoken to me. They both denied it, so I calmly closed the door and then bolted to my room and cried myself to sleep. © Naranjo96 / Reddit

• When my mom and I moved to a new house, she had some redecorating to do.
  One of the things she wanted to change was the bathroom curtains. The ones in there were torn, dirty, browned, and just very ugly. So, she bought some new curtains.
  Since she is quite short, she couldn't reach the attic, which is where she wanted to store the old curtains (it was a rented house, so we couldn't throw them away). So, I put the curtains into a box and stored them in the attic. The new curtains went up. All was good.
  The next day, when I came home from school, the horrible, dirty curtains were back up in the bathroom. The new curtains were nowhere to be seen. I asked my mom why she had changed the curtains back, and she was terrified—she had no idea how it happened.
  Still bothers me to this day. © Fiesta_machine / Reddit

• My dad picked me up, and we went about 20 miles out to the countryside. He was visiting a friend who had a river running through his property—Dad wanted to talk to the guy about fishing. The guy also had a little shop selling knickknacks and ornaments.
  My dad is one of the stingiest people alive; he never buys anything. I begged him to let me choose a gift, and he allowed me just one. I chose a small bluish Viking statue. It was half of a set, but I
  definitely wasn’t allowed to buy the woman Viking—just one.
  When I got home, my mum said she had gone for a drive that day with her partner, stopped at a tiny gift shop, and bought a woman Viking statue—the other half of the set. © hungryturtle84 / Reddit (here are 8 Stories of People with Inexplicable Childhood Memories)

• I have never owned a cat. My current apartment has had a zero-tolerance policy for pets since it was built in 1994, and unlike most neighborhoods in Tokyo, I've only ever seen one feral cat, and it was bright orange.
  For the past six years or so, there has been a brown/dark gray cat that I see sitting inside my apartment entranceway, walking down the hall, crawling under my kitchen table, etc., etc. And sometimes, at all times of the day, I'll hear a faint purring too, like there's a cat sitting just out of view. Other people have seen or heard it too.
  I named it Sconey and now feel bad when I have to go on business trips because my "cat" will be all alone. © oikorapunk / Reddit

• I live in a house just outside of town. I came home from school that day and wanted to walk around the yard before I started my homework. It was spring, and the snow on the roof had melted a little, and icicles had grown. I was careful, so I didn't play under the roof. Everything was just fine, but suddenly I noticed a bright white fluffy cat in the pet door on our door. It quickly ran off. I wouldn't have paid any attention to it, but we didn't have a cat like that. And for this weather, the mystery cat was too beautiful and well-groomed. I ran after it, but it was gone, and there were no traces of it in the snow. And a couple of seconds later, a two-meter block fell from the roof - right on the place where I was standing a while ago. If it hadn't been for that white silhouette, I might have been badly hurt. © EvgeniyaPark / Reddit

• When I was maybe 15, my brother (17 at the time) and I were driving home pretty late at night. The road to our house had a lot of hills, so it was hard to see oncoming traffic or anything else until you topped one of the hills.
  When we got just over a big one, we saw a figure standing in the middle of the road. My brother swerved out of the way and nearly went off the road to avoid hitting them. We looked back and saw nothing behind or around us. It thoroughly freaked us out, so we called 911 and reported it. Nobody ever followed up with us about the report, though.
  A few years later, my brother sent me an article he came across about other similar sightings and occurrences happening on the same road. Except some of the earliest ones dated back decades before we ever saw anything. © wilsoseq / Reddit

• My mom tells a story about a time when I was about six, and one of her close friends was pregnant and came over for lunch. They explained that she had a baby in her tummy and let me put my hand there.
  My mom said I got a curious look on my face, looked up at the woman, and said, "There's two. A boy and a girl." The woman laughed and made some joke about not needing more than one.
  The next week, the woman called my mom, a bit freaked out, and told her she'd just had her ultrasound and was having twins—a boy and a girl. © rob_n_goodfellow / Reddit

• I was fixing my truck, with no one around me. A month or two later, when I was looking through old photos, I noticed one picture and was stunned: there was a picture of me tinkering with my truck! But I was alone that day, and no one knows my phone password. © DM_ME_YOUR_***TYS / Reddit

• I had a terrible dream and woke up screaming. I ran to turn on the light in my room because I still felt terrified. I hit the light switch, and the light did that bright flash thing and burned out, so I panicked and opened my bedroom door.
  There were two dark silhouettes, and one reached out to touch me. I woke up again. Turns out that was a dream too.
  I went to turn my light on, a little less panicked this time, and it was burnt out. I ran upstairs and made my roommate change my lightbulb because every time I tried to go in there, I instantly got goosebumps and that "not alone" feeling. © Unknown author / Reddit

• I grew up in a two-family house—me, my parents, and my siblings living on one side, and my grandmother on the other. You were able to access my grandmother’s side through a single door in the house.
  Once she passed away, I slowly took over her side since I was in high school and wanted my own space. One night, I was walking to my room at the end of the hallway. There was a small mirror on the wall at the end. It was pretty dark, but I was still able to see.
  Right before I entered my room, I looked up into the mirror and saw my grandmother standing behind me. It was so terrifying, especially since this was around 3 a.m. I had to leave the house and stay with my girlfriend! © A_J_F_044 / Reddit

• My sister asked me to watch her children while she went away on business. Suddenly I hear the back door open and close, and then her voice: “Turn off the kitchen light!” (the kids and I forget to turn it off, and she gets mad that we're so uneconomical). I turn off the light and even tell the oldest one that mommy is back. 5 minutes later, I go into the kitchen to see what my sister is doing and I see she's not there! I go outside - my sister's car is gone. That's when my niece started crying, saying, “Where's mom? I heard she came.” My sister arrived an hour later. I asked her if she had stopped by earlier. She replied that she hadn't. I still can't figure out what it was. © The_DOLL_queen / Reddit

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