ByKristin Lai, writer at Creators.co
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The other night I found myself deep in a Reddit hole. After multiple thoughts of "okay, this is the last thread," I stumbled onto an AskReddit thread that asked the question "Creepypasta are great, but does anyone have any good true creepy stories?" Naturally, this piqued my interest. I read this response (which was originally a comment on another thread) first:

The Choking Ghost

YouPickMyName
I was visiting family for winter break in Los Angeles, this was about five years ago. I was heading to the bathroom on the second floor of my aunt's house when I saw my cousin, April, on the stairs. April was four and very animated. She was busy making funny faces while sitting on the stairs. I asked her what she was doing. She said, "I'm copying the lady with the braid." I looked around, there was no one else but us. I asked, "where is the lady, April?" She pointed to a beam running parallel to the stairwell. I asked April, "what is the lady doing?" She said, "makin' funny faces." I smiled and started walking up the stairs again when April said something that stopped me in my tracks. April, "her braids is around her neck." I turned back and asked April to repeat herself. April pointed,"the lady is hanging by her braid... She's making funny faces." Then April started making a face which I then realize was it someone gasping for air.

This paragraph, clocking in at a mere 175 words, was enough to keep me up for a couple more hours. No joke. The heebie jeebies were all too real. And what is it about kids and the spirit world?!

It wasn't until the next morning, when I had the idea for this post, that I felt comfortable enough to start reading them again. What can I say? I love scary stories, even when (especially when) they keep me up all night.

So, here are a select few stories that I think could totally be turned into horror and suspense movies. With just a bit more of imagination and storytelling, we could totally make these a thing!

Imaginary Friends

TonyFX
When I was younger, I had an imaginary friend who lived in this massive antique dresser. We'd chill out and I vividly remember him telling me stories, although I have absolutely no recollection of what they actually were.
I remember one day talking to my parents about it (Dad traveled quite a bit so he wasn't up to date with what I was into) and when I started telling him about my dresser buddy, he wanted to know his name. It was something innocent like Peter or Patrick but I can still see him going white in the face.
I drew Peter/Patrick out for him and the very next day him and my uncle took out that dresser and burned it. It wasn't until a few years later when I found out my Dad's little brother (my uncle) also had the same friend with the same name who lived in the same antique dresser. After a few months of the typical imaginary friend shit, my uncle started having night terrors and couldn't sleep because of Peter/Patrick. It got so bad that they had to move him out of his room before he managed to get back to normal.

Yeesh...super glad that the Dad and Uncle nipped that one in the bud. Why are imaginary friends the worst?

Caller ID

Mastrius
A few years ago my brother would get a call on his cellphone around 2:00 - 3:00 A.M. every night. He would answer and it was this hellish sounding noise. Like static mixed with screams. He changed his cell number after a month of this and it stopped.
He decided to say screw it. Ended his contract with his phone company, switched to a new one, and then got another new number. You guessed it, the screaming static calls continued after a short delay. By this time he was terrified every night. Unsure why this was happening. He backdialed the number again and got a different person.
Around this time he lost his job and his phone. The calls stopped of course. His phone was disconnected now. So one day my mom asks me to listen to this weird message she got on our home phone.
It was the static screaming. We showed my brother and he was freaking out. He backdialed the number again and it said the number was disconnected this time.
Never heard from it again after that.

"Yeah, sorry I can't give you my number - I don't have a phone. No really! I got rid of it because I was being tormented by a phone-demon. Ha ha."

Parenting Advice

ThriftShopKnickers
When my son was about 3, he had an imaginary friend in his room who he used to talk to all the time. He would tell us stories about things she would tell him and we'd hear him chatting to her at bed time. We thought it was pretty cute.
After a few months my son said he wasn't friends with her anymore. We figured he was over his phase of "seeing" her, so were surprised to hear him still talking to her at night. Then he started not wanting to go to bed and having really bad dreams.
At some point we ended up asking a lot of questions about her. We had assumed she was a little girl, but apparently she was 47. She lived in the wall and he stopped being friends with her because she wanted him to call her mummy (her name was something like Margaret). She wanted him to come and live in the wall with her.
He had told her he didn't want to talk to her anymore and she wouldn't go away. We eventually moved house, and he stopped talking about her.
Funny thing is, when I was pregnant with him (living in the same house) I used to have dreams about a lady sitting at a dining table in our bedroom, except it was obviously a different era, and the room was not a bedroom at the time. The lady used to knit and make me listen to her giving me parenting advice, while her two 20ish year old sons sat at the table quietly.

There's probably a reason why "How To" parenting books aren't being published from beyond the grave.

Turndown Service

orangederps
A few weeks ago my girlfriend and I were sleeping together, when I woke up to her saying "What are you doing?" She sometimes talks in her sleep, but this sounded so coherent and urgent that it jolted me awake and I asked what she was talking about. She then woke up and said she thought she saw someone at the end of the bed. Thinking it was just a dream, or semi-awake hallucination, we thought nothing of it and went back to sleep. About an hour later, I woke up and saw someone standing on the bed, with the sheets wrapped up and twisted to their neck. I didn't know what do but the first thing that came out of my mouth was "What are you doing?" My girlfriend then woke me up. I had been dreaming the exact same thing that she did, and said the exact same thing.
I know it's the power of suggestion or whatever, but fuck that.

"Oh my god, bed demon! Stop hogging all the covers!"

Did You Hear That?

FindingAlaska
My friend and I were going to a party a few hours out of town, so we decided to stay at her family's holiday house about an hour south of the party (now three hours from home). We arrived around mid afternoon, and it was winter in a holiday town, so the area was completely empty - no other cars on the street.
When we left for the party I spent a moment deciding whether to pull the gate all the way closed. I'd had some trouble opening it earlier when we arrived, and if we were getting home late at night I didn't want to be stuck outside. I decided to shut it for security.
Party was great, we got back to the house around 12:30, and the gate was open. I immediately felt on edge because not only did I know I'd locked it, but I knew it couldn't just blow open in the wind, but I didn't want to make a big deal so I was vague when my friend asked if I'd shut it. We went inside, and decided to make a snack. I was wandering through the house when suddenly my friend raced from the kitchen into the hallway and virtually tackled me to the ground; she was convinced she'd heard someone walking around outside. We tried to calm ourselves down, but we had no cell reception and there was no one else around. Over the next half hour or so, as we sat in the hallway paralyzed with fear, we heard footsteps outside, and the back door being jimmied.
We decided we had to leave, so we gathered everything up and got ready to make a break for the car. Just as we were at the front door ready to leave, there was a huge bang in the back yard, and suddenly what sounded like hundreds of birds started screaming. We legged it to the car, ended up starting it with all our stuff still on our laps, we hadn't bothered to even put it in the backseat. As we reversed out the driveway we saw somebody running up the side of the house towards us.
Sped the entire way home and even once we got back to my place, didn't sleep at all that night.

Aaaaaand that is why I choose to live in a totally over-crowded city.

Don't Look Under the Bed

Adacore
This happened to a friend of mine - she told me about it a year or so ago. We'll call her Minji.
Minji is in her late 20s, and works as an English tutor in South Korea. One evening, a few years ago, she was tutoring a high school boy. They were up studying pretty late, and the buses stopped running. Being a long way from his house, the boy asked if he could crash on her floor overnight and get the first bus the next morning.
Minji was very reluctant, because inviting a teenage male student to stay the night didn't sound like a great idea, but he was begging her and eventually she relented. They went back to her one room apartment, and she got into the bed, while he laid a blanket out on the floor, and they both fell asleep.
A few hours later, at maybe 2am, the boy wakes Minji up. "I'm really hungry," he says, "let's go get some food." Minji opens her eyes and looks up at him in disbelief. "Food? Now? It's 2am, go back to bed." But the student insists, "no, I'm so hungry, let's eat something now." She tells him that there's some ramen in the kitchen, and he can fix himself some. This doesn't satisfy him - he doesn't want ramen, there's a 24 hour place just down the road, let's go there.
Eventually, after several minutes of persuasion, the boy gets Minji to come with him to the restaurant. They leave the apartment and head out. As soon as they're on the street, the boy turns to Minji, and says "I'm not hungry. I woke up in the middle of the night, and looked under your bed. There's a man sleeping there."
They call the police, and discover that a homeless man had been living in Minji's apartment, sleeping under her bed, for over 2 months. The boy only saw him because he was lying on her floor, so had a clear view under the bed.

There's a reason why my bed is planted firmly on the ground on a boxspring. Sometimes there's nothing scarier that other humans.

So what do you guys think of these true creepy stories? If any of these were to be expanded into movies I would be the first in line at the box office. If you have your own I'd love to read about them in the comments!

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