Reddit was asked "What is the creepiest, most blood chilling thing you or someone you know have ever experienced?" and here are the answers. [PART III]

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1- Watching me - By (u/airhornsman)

When I was 3, our home was broken into. The burglar stole money off of my parent's dresser, and then went into my room and just stared over my sleeping body. I woke up and saw him. My father watched him from his bedroom while calling the police. When the burglar left and the police were there with the lights on, his footprints were in the shag carpet.

This is my earliest memory.

2- Stalker - By (u/buttononmyback)

My mom had a stalker for years. She was maybe in her early 30's, I was about 3 and my brother was around 1 when this started. My dad would leave for work in the morning, and as soon as he was gone, the calls would start coming in. She'd answer the phone and some guy would be saying all this horribly sadistic and sexual things about what he wanted to do to my mom. She was beyond frightened and didn't know what to do. Sometimes the caller would describe what she was wearing at that very minute or describe what she was doing. My parents were struggling financially so they couldn't just up and move but my mom started spending more and more time at my dad's mother's house when he was away. The cops got involved but they couldn't trace the call.

Finally, they were able to save up enough money to move (I was about 6 by this time.) The phone number was changed and unlisted in the phone book (this was around 1988 when everyone still used landlines.) My mom never got another scary phone call but she had nightmares about it for years. When I was little, I remember going into her bedroom in the morning and she would be sobbing into her pillow. I didn't understand it at that point but she explained later in life that she'd wake up from a nightmare and just shake and cry.

A couple months after we had moved, the cops informed us that they finally caught the guy. It was our next door neighbor's 19 year old son. He had been in the military but was discharged due to severe mental illness. I guess he was put into some sort of special security home that specializes in mental health. The lead investigator said that the son was obsessed with my mother and they found a box in his room full of a bunch of photographs candidly taken of her when she was out in the garden or playing with us kids in the yard.

It chills me to the bone when I think about it now. Anything could've happened to my mother when my dad was at work and I'd have been too young to help her.

3- Bear- By (u/10ToasterfieldLane)

A bear ran across my yard.

A huge bear.

I'm in fucking South Jersey.

4- Double tragedy - By (u/PMyouMooningME)

Watching my big dog get hit by a car and go flying through the air WHILE my neighbor's bigger dog got ran over and tumbled again and again by the same car at the same time. Bumpers were ripped off and pieces of the exhaust were all over the road. I was 10 years old, home alone and had to run into my neighbor's house to tell them their dog was unconscious and lying in a pool of blood.

PS: both dogs lived, but it was a long recovery for both. I was standing in front of the oncoming car, on the side of the road. It's burned in my memory.

PSS: there was woods on both sides of the road and the dogs were chasing each other. I couldn't have known or prevented it.

5- Our Next Door Neighbor - By (u/katjalove)

When I was about 6 or 7, we had this neighbor that would regularly try to invite me over for cake and candy, or to play with the dogs he owned. My parents didn't trust him, so of course, invites were declined. Years later, we learned that he regularly raped his 12 year old stepdaughter and got her pregnant. When he went to trial, it was revealed that there were four other young girls in his past that he had abused.

The guy used to decorate his house like a haunted mansion every Halloween, and kids would go crazy for it. I'm so glad that my parents wouldn't allow me to go there.

6- Dementia - From (u/Harctor)

My grandmother had severe dementia 8 years ago, and you can imagine how lifeless she is now. 8 years ago I was 10 and my grandmother was told to do a simple thing. We never had any problem telling her to do anything, she was forgetful and moody but never extreme. All of a sudden she get's a very big knife and tries and stabs my brother. Luckily my brother is fast and he dodges and get's a chair and uses it for protection. The next minute is just her trying to stab my brother and trying to stab anyone getting close to her. Then after that minute she puts the knife back in the drawer and acts like nothing happened. She went to the fridge and got some eggs to cook.

She's also been run over about four times in the span of a year because she was trying to escape from the house and find someone. She's also flooded the entire house due to forgetting the tap was on. And many, many, many other things.

Fucking horrible disease man. So many chilling and creepy things she has done without knowing she is doing them.

7- Liquor Store - By (u/DeerLicksBadger)

I was in Vegas last year with my brother; we both like to party hard, still in our 20's. Walking down the strip, I see two black guys with backpacks on, I know what that means, I say "Damn, wish we had some weed." They immediately turn around, and offer us other things as well, and we took down his number to get other things later in the night.

Hours later, after tons and tons of booze and stuff, we call this guy up for more. When we met these two guys, they were on foot, the second time though we had to meet them in front of a hotel because they were driving, so he tells us to hop in for a few so we can get what we need without people watching.

Now at this point, my brother and I are fucked up, and don't realize what's happening until it starts to get dark, we had only been driving for 10 minutes but we were obviously off the strip, away from the lights, people, anything. This guy is driving like a goddamn maniac, with music blasting so it was a bit distracting. My brother finally asks them where we're going, they say we're heading to a liquor store real quick and then they'll drop us back off, but it seems like we're in the middle of nowhere.

Finally realizing the situation we're in, we open the doors while we're stopped at a light and run to the only thing we see, a gas station. We flag down a cab that drove by a few minutes later, which he says is illegal but we were obviously in need of help. After we told him what happened, he calmly tells us, "There is no liquor store over here..."

It was the worst and best feeling ever, we narrowly escaped god knows what, and stayed silent for the rest of the night.

8- Unsettling - By (u/BecauseIcantEmail)

This didn't happen directly to me but is still one of the most unsettling events to happen to my family. I was 10 and my brother was 7.

During these years, we shared a room with bunk beds. We lived in a three bedroom two story apartment. One night, my mother was out on the front porch reading and my little brother runs up to the front door, soaking wet and in his underwear. Understand that the front door was the only possible way he could have gotten outside and it was locked and dead bolted. He was too small to unlock the ground story windows and my mother was facing the sliding glass doors, which no one came through, and the only remotely accessible second story windows were locked from the inside.

Right after he ran up to the front door, a college age kid rode up on his bicycle. Apparently he had been riding home from work and saw my brother standing in the sprinklers in the elementary school next door to the apartment complex we live in. When he called out to my brother, my brother started and after a few seconds ran off back home.
From what my father says about that night, there was literally no way he could have gotten to the front door and unlocked the deadbolt. My dad was in the front hall working on a bookshelf right in front of the front door from the time he put us to sleep to the time my brother arrived.

The only things my brother remembers from that night are going to sleep, a bright light, and waking up at the school. The event itself is crazy as shit, but what unnerves me is that anyone could have found my brother, but luckily it was a normal, concerned person.

Here’s a rough sketch of the layout of the house (I haven’t lived there in 10 years).

9- Hate Crime - By (u/tatsuedoa)

My senior year of high school a local gay kid at the university was beaten to death outside a gas station. 5 grown guys against this one like 90lbs kid, stood no chance.
My friend worked at the Subway across the street and discovered the body when he went to get a pack of cigarettes on break. My friend was openly gay, finding the body fucked him up, learning after the guys got caught that the kid died for something like that was worse.

10- Cocoa Butter lotion - By (u/Endulos)

When I was growing up, there was an elderly couple down the road from us. They were the kindest, sweetest, friendliest, most loving people you'd ever meet. Seriously, words can't just properly describe how wonderful those people were. They were like a third set of grandparents to me.

Anyway, one random day in 2005, I was up late one night gaming when all of a sudden I randomly smelled Cocoa Butter lotion. It happened a little after Midnight. And it was STRONG, and lingered. I was so confused because it shouldn't have been around. I even brought my Mom upstairs and she smelled it too. We both shrugged and I thought nothing more of it, and the smell disappeared at around 4 am.

Well, we got a call later that same day from the daughter of the elderly couple. ...The elderly woman had died in her sleep, shortly before midnight. And the thing is? She LOVED Cocoa Butter lotion. She ALWAYS wore it. I remember it was always heavy when I visited her.

So, yeah, my blood fucking ran cold when I put 2 and 2 together and realized that, shit, she visited me last night. Once again, a little after midnight the next day, the smell of Cocoa Butter came back once again.

Probably insane, but I spoke to her a little bit and said I was sad to hear she died, thanked her and all that stuff and said my good-byes. Only the smell lingered again. I went to bed at around 3 am and by that time I had started getting fucking scared by the prospects of a God damn ghost in my room. I regret it, but I reacted out of anger and told her to please leave because she was scaring me. The smell disappeared a couple minutes later.