Anyone out there have a real, true scary story that happened to them or someone they know? I'm not talking about urban legends, I'm talking legit terror here. Maybe it's a little bit supernatural, maybe it's not. I've talked with a bunch of friends about this, and it's surprising how many of them have pulled out real-life tales of terror.
I'll start. Here's the scariest thing that's happened to me:
My girlfriend at the time and I are on a backpacking trip through northern Vermont. Ten days of hiking and camping in the great outdoors. We were carrying everything we needed for the entire trip (food, supplies, etc) and weren't planning on leaving the trail at all. I've been doing outdoors stuff my entire life and feel very comfortable on trips like this. My girlfriend had done a decent amount of hiking and camping, but had never been on a trip this long. Honestly I was totally psyched to have a girlfriend interested in this sort of thing, my previous girlfriends had been good for a day hike but that's about it.
Anyway, the woods and (more importantly) weather were beautiful and everything on our trip was going great. Our routine was pretty simple. We'd hike around 15 miles during the day, and then when it started to get a bit dark we'd hike off of the trail into the woods a few hundred yards or so and find a nice flat place to setup our tent for the night.
It's always surprising to me how alone you can be out in the woods. The first few days we saw maybe 3-4 other hikers each day, usually just walking by us in the opposite direction. By the fourth day we had stopped seeing others hikers at all. This is because we had hiked farther north by this point into a more secluded area that gets a lot less foot traffic.
So it's the seventh night and we haven't seen anyone else for probably three or four days at this point. I fall asleep and wake up very early, as I always do while camping, Typically I had been just lying in my sleeping bag waiting for my girlfriend to wake up, but while I was lying there I heard a noise outside of our tent of something walking around.
We were pretty close to the edge of a river/lake, and I was excited thinking that I might get to see a moose. I got out of the tent as quietly as I could. It was still dark out, the sun was not up yet - but my eyes were used to the low light. I scanned around for a moose or other animal, but didn't see anything. Eventually I made something out though because of movement. There was a man standing about 100 feet from where our tent was, and as I watched he turned off and walked into the woods.
You know that feeling you get on a rollercoaster when everything drops out from under you? I had that exact same feeling out in the woods and had no idea what to do. A lot of possibilities were racing through my head. Was he a hunter or random camper who just stumbled on our tent? If so why was he out so early in the morning? The sun isn't even up yet. I checked my watch: 4 AM! If he wasn't a hunter then were unintentionally we on his property? Was he pissed? Why didn't he say anything? I was having trouble coming up with explanations that made sense and weren't just completely terrifying. What is this guy's DEAL???
I ended up getting my girlfriend up a lot earlier than normal and we hiked lots of extra miles that day. I had no idea if this guy was following us or what. I spent all day looking over my shoulder, expecting 100% to see him every single time coming up from behind. Of course nothing happened and we finished out the trip safely. The vision of this guy walking off into the shadowy woods is still completely etched into my mind years later.
So that's mine! Anyone else have a true scary story to share?? Let's hear them!
Mine is not scary in a horror movie kinda of way but...
When I was six (1986), and my family was traveling through Mexico for maybe the dozenth time, we stopped in a small town just outside TJ, everyone went into the market to buy some groceries.
Apparently, I decided to leave the store and go walking around town. I was gone for nearly an hour while my family panicked. My uncle, half-brother, and dad went running around looking for me and started calling in the police.
Just when they were really starting to worry, here I come strolling back down a side street towards the store.
I remember it vaguely (I'm 32 now, long time) and all I remember was going into someone's back yard and playing with their kid who shared his toys with me. I didn't think anything of it, but it horrified my parents.
I also remember we were down in Mexico during the 1984 earthquake. We were in the Holiday Inn, and it shook like crazy, that was scary.
now, not a story from reality but...I had this dream as a kid few times, and I remember as vividly as ever. I'm home with my mom and I'm like 8 or 9. The house is dark but there is just this one lamp on in the living room.
In the dream I hear my dad coming down the hallway, and when he gets into to view, he is hoping up and down on one leg, the other leg is missing at the knee. In his arms he is carrying my brother who has no limbs at all. It seems weird to me, but then I turn to hug my mom and she has no arms.
That's it, I always just woke up after that.
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When I was younger (10ish), I went into the bathroom next to my room.
It was a small bathroom. Toilet, stand up stall type shower... Two doors, no windows. Mirror.
I decided to try that "game" where you repeat a certain name three times. (BM)
No windows with the lights off = hardly any light.
I say it. Things are cool, no scary demon face.. then I get a little creeped out. I want to leave. My reflection looked a tad bit droopy. Heavy presence behind me. I grab the door and try to open it. It didn't budge. I tried the other door. Same result. I feel enclosed by the darkness, it somehow got darker. It feels like someone else is there. I crumpled to the ground screaming in terror and kicking the door until my parents woke up and found me. I can not say those words to this day... The doors only lock from the inside.
As the years passed, I hardly stepped foot in that bathroom. It made noises at night. It haunted me until I was 18 and a half and moved.
We found kittens outside my house once; they were freezing. I placed one in that shower and warmed up a blanket. It began hissing and shaking uncontrollably. We removed it and it was okay..
I have some other experiences but the couple of stories I shared are probably going to be called fake so I'll quit in case I'm still ahead. Plus, writing it gave me flashbacks and chills.
Demons man, they're legit.
OP, I have other stories and videos I could eventually share with you if you're really into this thing. I warn you becoming invested in it doesn't end well though. I did the whole "paranormal activity" thing and set up cameras.. it just let them feed off of my interest.
Oh this will be a fun thread to read! spg that was creepy as hell. Was it some sort of murderer, apparition, bigfoot lol or just a random hiker?
Mine isn't really scary when reading about it but it was scary as hell living it.
10 years ago when my wife and I were punk kids we left her moms house in the middle of the night to smoke. We were hanging out in a nearby park watching the night sky. I saw a streak of light and we both looked at each other ask asked it we saw the shooting star? It was cool to see so we watched hoping for more.
A few minutes later we see another streak of light but this one makes a hard 90 degree turn. We both look at each other again. This time its "holy ****, did you see that too?"
We tentatively stay and watch since we're curious but a bit creeped out.
A few moments pass and there is a flurry of lights far north in the sky making turns, disappearing and reappearing. Then suddenly the lights are far south in the sky, streaking and making hard turns. We both got up and power-walked back to her moms, hoping not to draw the UFOs attention...
@OP- give bigfoot a break, he does not have pay per view.
Any of you live near the Texas/Mexico border (Zapata county and surrounding)? Ever hear of a Mexican Lion? Did you know that when you cross a Mexican lion with an American Mountain lion or cougar the result is a mule of sorts. The locals/illegal immigrants called them "Once Real" (read it as if in Spanish). We came across one on my Uncle's Ranch and it was Africa lion huge. The gate was closed and needed opening to pass through and the lion was near by on the same side of the fence. The tail is the length of the body and another half. It was wipping around trying to get my dads attention on the tail for quick pounce (assumed, but had to be for that effort). My dad kept his .357 aimed at it till it gave up and moved on (4-5 minute stare down). He did not shoot it cause the lion was to close for a follow up shot with revolver, and truck door was open with us inside. It left and we never saw it again.
We learned later of it's name and origins from the ranch hands. Us asking questions promptly about it caused all the migrant workers to leave creating a problem for the cattle sale roundup. One ranch hand showed us a heifer that had been killed by one of these mule lions. It only ate the tongue and pissed on the rest of it. He also claimed the only means hunt these things is to get on very high hill overlooking a large rock for sunning themselves in early morning after a rain. That's all I know about these mule lions. Their color is very similar mountain lions, and the head very odd shaped like a pit viper.
@OP- give bigfoot a break, he does not have pay per view.
Any of you live near the Texas/Mexico border (Zapata county and surrounding)? Ever hear of a Mexican Lion? Did you know that when you cross a Mexican lion with an American Mountain lion or cougar the result is a mule of sorts. The locals/illegal immigrants called them "Once Real" (read it as if in Spanish). We came across one on my Uncle's Ranch and it was Africa lion huge. The gate was closed and needed opening to pass through and the lion was near by on the same side of the fence. The tail is the length of the body and another half. It was wipping around trying to get my dads attention on the tail for quick pounce (assumed, but had to be for that effort). My dad kept his .357 aimed at it till it gave up and moved on (4-5 minute stare down). He did not shoot it cause the lion was to close for a follow up shot with revolver, and truck door was open with us inside. It left and we never saw it again.
We learned later of it's name and origins from the ranch hands. Us asking questions promptly about it caused all the migrant workers to leave creating a problem for the cattle sale roundup. One ranch hand showed us a heifer that had been killed by one of these mule lions. It only ate the tongue and pissed on the rest of it. He also claimed the only means hunt these things is to get on very high hill overlooking a large rock for sunning themselves in early morning after a rain. That's all I know about these mule lions. Their color is very similar mountain lions, and the head very odd shaped like a pit viper.
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Yes. Texas Parks and Wildlife will claim no knowledge cause these things are to smart to track and the genetic line is a dead end anyway for their interests. These lions are extremely dangerous.
Yes. Texas Parks and Wildlife will claim no knowledge cause these things are to smart to track and the genetic line is a dead end anyway for their interests. These lions are extremely dangerous.
That's ****ed. Is there much of any info about them? Like population and whatnot? I can't seem to find much. No photos either. And their tails are really longer than their bodies?
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So, four or five years after the apocalypsise girl realizes she's last survivor. Even worse: she feels really odd and uncomfortable. During one of usual mall ransackings, she stumbles on the pregnancy test. As a joke, girl uses it, and guess what - the result is positive.
Yeah, that totally happened.
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That's ****ed. Is there much of any info about them? Like population and whatnot? I can't seem to find much. No photos either. And their tails are really longer than their bodies?
Yes their tail is longer than their body. Their is significant population cause these lions are mules (sterile, can't reproduce). The event happened on the Jones Ranch, near Hebbronville, Texas.
Did some searching for you, and there ain't much.
PUMA/JAGUAR HYBRIDS
A supposed puma x jaguar hybrid was shot in the Mato Grosso, South America in the early half of the 20th Century. It was killed by Sacha Siemel whose opinion was that it was a puma x jaguar hybrid. It was heavily built with brown spots on a fawn background and a dark stripe down its back. Pumas and jaguars are both present in the area, but occupy different niches and would be unlikely to meet, let alone mate. The description of the supposed puma/jaguar hybrid was very similar to that of the captive-bred pumapards. Successful hybridization between pumas and jaguars in captivity has been alleged (in a report by Dr Helmut Hemmer, 1966), but there is no photographic evidence. The hybrids would look similar to pumapards, but with jaguar-like, rather than leopard-like, markings and would possibly be more powerfully built.
Like lion cubs, puma cubs have rosetted markings; the supposed hybrid might have been an individual which had retained its spots into adulthood.
Does it have to be my story? Because I can grab you guys about fifty from NoSleep on Reddit and post them here. Specifically Goat Man & Smiling Man. That **** is terrifying.
About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.
Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.
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Does it have to be my story? Because I can grab you guys about fifty from NoSleep on Reddit and post them here. Specifically Goat Man & Smiling Man. That **** is terrifying.
About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.
Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.
@infallible, Were you in Austin, Texas when this happened? Crap as you described happens there. We REALLY need to wall that city off or Under the Dome season 2.
@infallible, Were you in Austin, Texas when this happened? Crap as you described happens there. We REALLY need to wall that city off or Under the Dome season 2.
It's not my story. But, the Redditor who posted it originally claimed it really happened. The section he posted in was a section called "lets not meet" which is basically about meeting creeps and or being stalked. Pretty messed up stuff. But yeah, internet.
As far as my own story I was fairly certain a couple nights a month I was being soul sucked by a demon. I would wake up in the middle of the night unable to move and swear I felt someone standing over me breathing into my ear. I tried to scream but I just made an audible humming noise. The breathing was so loud and so real. It really warped my state of mind for a while because up until that point I did not even acknowledge the possibility of spirits and demons and all that crap.
Turns out it was sleep paralysis. Lol.
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It's not my story. But, the Redditor who posted it originally claimed it really happened. The section he posted in was a section called "lets not meet" which is basically about meeting creeps and or being stalked. Pretty messed up stuff. But yeah, internet.
As far as my own story I was fairly certain a couple nights a month I was being soul sucked by a demon. I would wake up in the middle of the night unable to move and swear I felt someone standing over me breathing into my ear. I tried to scream but I just made an audible humming noise. The breathing was so loud and so real. It really warped my state of mind for a while because up until that point I did not even acknowledge the possibility of spirits and demons and all that crap.
Turns out it was sleep paralysis. Lol.
I used to get the sleep issue you describe (nothing demonic of course) when was extremely tired or just napping while waiting for class at college or camping in the mountains hearing animals near by. You don't want to miss class and watch the clock while sleeping and get "locked in" unable to move while dreaming being awake. Real pain in the ass.
I used to get the sleep issue you describe (nothing demonic of course) when was extremely tired or just napping while waiting for class at college or camping in the mountains hearing animals near by. You don't want to miss class and watch the clock while sleeping and get "locked in" unable to move while dreaming being awake. Real pain in the ass.
Sleep paralysis is particularly terrifying to someone who has no idea what it is. Stuff causes actual hallucinations. Only after learning how common it was did I realize there's nothing wrong with me. I don't get it that much anymore for some reason but I absolutely hate it.
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Yep. The fact it's 2013 and so many people still believe in ghosts/demons/devils/Mothman/puma lion hybrids(??)/all the other nonsense people swear "happened to them". Downright frightening.
But, the Redditor who posted it originally claimed it really happened.
Oh, well, if that's not a bulletproof source, I don't know what is!
My real scary story? I was having abdominal pains and had a CAT scan of my abdomen, which showed a rather large growth/tumor on my appendix, that had to be removed surgically. And the biopsy results to determine if the tumor was malignant or not wasn't available for 3 days post surgery. THAT was f'in scary.
Some great scary stories so far! Let's hear some more, especially the ones that really happened to you personally - those are the most interesting to me.
I actually have one more to share:
When I was a kid my parents were sort of like extreme couponers before that was really a term. All I remember is that whenever we went grocery shopping it took forever and I hated it. I always complained about how long it took and begged them to just let me stay in the car and play my Gameboy. They almost never let me, but every once in a while they would.
One day we stopped to go grocery shopping on the way home from my baseball game, and I complained enough to convince my Dad to let me stay in the car. He was in the store shopping and I was playing my Gameboy when I looked up to notice a man walking towards our car. This wasn't totally scary because he might be walking towards his car nearby, but he walked right up to our car and tried to open the door right next to me. It was locked. He tried the rear door behind me and it was also locked. He looked around for a second and walked away.
I watched him go, get in a car and drive away. I ran into the grocery store and found my dad. I never told him what happened.
Yep. The fact it's 2013 and so many people still believe in ghosts/demons/devils/Mothman/puma lion hybrids(??)/all the other nonsense people swear "happened to them". Downright frightening.
Really Scully? If you follow the links I provided; you will see the evidence for you to decide for yourself. Please go sit outside in the middle of the scrub in Hebbronville, Texas all night. Although faced with near death, Scully never came to terms with what happened. Lost cause I guess.
Oh, well, if that's not a bulletproof source, I don't know what is!
Really, bro? Really? Did I say that it was true? No, I said he claimed it to be true.
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@OP- give bigfoot a break, he does not have pay per view.
Any of you live near the Texas/Mexico border (Zapata county and surrounding)? Ever hear of a Mexican Lion? Did you know that when you cross a Mexican lion with an American Mountain lion or cougar the result is a mule of sorts. The locals/illegal immigrants called them "Once Real" (read it as if in Spanish). We came across one on my Uncle's Ranch and it was Africa lion huge. The gate was closed and needed opening to pass through and the lion was near by on the same side of the fence. The tail is the length of the body and another half. It was wipping around trying to get my dads attention on the tail for quick pounce (assumed, but had to be for that effort). My dad kept his .357 aimed at it till it gave up and moved on (4-5 minute stare down). He did not shoot it cause the lion was to close for a follow up shot with revolver, and truck door was open with us inside. It left and we never saw it again.
We learned later of it's name and origins from the ranch hands. Us asking questions promptly about it caused all the migrant workers to leave creating a problem for the cattle sale roundup. One ranch hand showed us a heifer that had been killed by one of these mule lions. It only ate the tongue and pissed on the rest of it. He also claimed the only means hunt these things is to get on very high hill overlooking a large rock for sunning themselves in early morning after a rain. That's all I know about these mule lions. Their color is very similar mountain lions, and the head very odd shaped like a pit viper.
Is a mexican lion a different species from a mountain lion? I'm a little confused as to what the ingredients of the hybrid are here.
Is a mexican lion a different species from a mountain lion? I'm a little confused as to what the ingredients of the hybrid are here.
I've been googling and haven't found anything talking about "Mexican Lion/Mountian Lion" hybrids. Also, his claim that Park & Wildlife "doesn't talk about them and denys they exist cause they are to smart" and the fact his primary source was a cattle ranch hand leads me to call BS. I'm not doubting he saw a big scary animal, but I don't believe it was an undocumented super lion hybrid.
Interesting stories so far, but I'm a huge skeptic. If there's not some sort of explanation, I sort of figure its fake.
Now, I have a story from the scariest night of my life and the explanation follows it.
It was sometime in the summer, after school let out. I was about 12 years old at the time, so I was in that child to adolescent transition phase where you still aren't completely rational when it comes to bumps in the night.. It was very late in the night (I'm assuming midnight or later since I don't remember) and I was asleep in my loft bed--like the top half of a bunk bed. I was sound asleep when something jolted me up cold, a loud noise, a tangible push on my bedroom window; having no concrete idea because I was asleep at the time, I swung my legs over the side of my bed anticipating something else.
The terror I felt in the dead of night in my pitch black room, staring at my seemingly opaque window, waiting for something to come through it at me is something that even though I know now what happened, still sends chills down my spine.
Then I heard loud gibberish being whisper-yelled at me. (Like a loud whisper without having any sort of tone to your voice)
So there I am, staring at my window in utter fear, hearing this awful sound when another SLAM against my window and what sounded like a combination snort, roar, and demonic voice. To compound the horror, I saw a LARGE, humanoid figure outside the window which at the time I thought had a set of deer antlers/stag horns.
As soon as this all happened, I jumped off my bed and ran,screaming, into my parents' room. If you've ever been truly terrified, you know that any sound you make comes from somewhere besides your voice box and head--its a guttural, formless, instinctual cry of horror for knowing you are going to be killed.
My parents woke up and demanded to know what happened and I told them. Being that I grew up in rural Pennsylvania and my parents are very old school, they don't take crap from anyone or anything--and they have guns. So, not thinking it was a big deal or taking any extreme measures like loading up a gun, my mom offered me to take her place in their bed while she slept in my room to make sure nothing else happened.
Of course, I could hardly be expected to sleep! So I laid, wide-eyed in my parents' bed, running the scene over and over in my head, thinking "what the hell just happened!?!!?" After a while, I suppose my fear subsided or my tiredness simple overcame it and I drifted off to sleep. Not long after I did, I awoke to another horrifying occurence:
My parents' house has a long driveway, and at the end, was our neighbors house--our neighbors were a family--husband, wife, and two kids a little younger than me. Through my parents' bedroom window, you can see down to the neighbors house, but only to their garage and the dirt hill that leads to my family's upper field. So what do I see when I open my eyes but the neighbors motion light on (mind you, we live in the woods in rural PA and this is sometime probably around 1-2AM and a motion light on is cause for alarm in any situation). I get out of bed, half-expecting to see Satan standing in the road beckoning me to join him as his eyes glow red in his goat head...but it wasn't far off. I see the neighbor lady in her pajamas stumbling around the hills gripping her head, screaming for help.
At this point, I'm ready to grab my parents' gun and end it all. I'm so terrified, that I wonder why I'm being punished and wonder when the madness will ever stop. I lock myself in my parents' bathroom, turn on all the lights and the heat and just sit for about an hour or so. Once I've mellowed out, I go back out into the room and peak through the window. No light on.
As I lay back down, I hear a noise coming from the basement, directly below the bed. It's a phone ringing...we don't have a phone in the basement.
Eyes wide open.
What. the. ****.
Then I hear voices. Garbled voices, not belonging to my family, coming from directly below me in the basement at 2am.
Heart is POUNDING.
At this point, I was so terrified that I had to wake my dad up..I don't remember what happened after that.
Now, for the explanation:
I have an older brother, Brad, 5 years older to be exact, which puts his friends at driving age at the time. It turns out, a group of his friends tried to wake him up, but he's a heavy sleeper, so he didn't budge. Our bedrooms are right next to each other (well, were when we lived there), so his friends, knowing this, decided to try to wake me up to let them in and/or wake Brad up for them.
To get to my window open, they had to pry it open with something and because the windows of my house are painted and PA tends to get sticky in the summer due to humidity, the wood swells and sometimes painted surfaces tend to stick together. Well, their first attempt to pry the window open must have been what woke me up initially. They must have gotten it open enough to call in to me and that was the whisper-yell I heard. But when they saw they scared me (I was in a half-dream state, I'm sure, which made everything seem surreal and more horrific and demonic), they abandoned the idea of getting to me and slammed the window shut. I can only assume that a bunch of teenagers at this point also started laughing and shouting, which would have been the combination snort/roar/demonic voice I heard.
So that's part 1 uncovered, now onto the neighbor lady.
What I saw was actually just my brother's friends at the end of the driveway. My highly emotional state disfiguring reality, I imagined the identity of the person and the voice pleading for help. Brad's friends later told us that they wanted to camp out and had all brought supplies (sticks for roasting marshmallows--maybe where I got the deer antler image?--, flashlights, smores stuff, etc) and sleeping bags; when I took off down the hallway, screaming, some of them dropped their gear and ran, scared my dad would shoot at them. So, somebody came back to pick up the dropped stuff, and that's who I saw.
As for the phone ringing and the voices in the basement? Immediately below my parents' bedroom was our computer room. This was around 1996 or 97, so we had Windows 95/97 installed on our computer and our screensaver set to "random". Someone used the computer later in the night and forgot to turn the volume on the speakers down. And what screensaver was selected for this very terrifying night other than:
I'll start. Here's the scariest thing that's happened to me:
My girlfriend at the time and I are on a backpacking trip through northern Vermont. Ten days of hiking and camping in the great outdoors. We were carrying everything we needed for the entire trip (food, supplies, etc) and weren't planning on leaving the trail at all. I've been doing outdoors stuff my entire life and feel very comfortable on trips like this. My girlfriend had done a decent amount of hiking and camping, but had never been on a trip this long. Honestly I was totally psyched to have a girlfriend interested in this sort of thing, my previous girlfriends had been good for a day hike but that's about it.
Anyway, the woods and (more importantly) weather were beautiful and everything on our trip was going great. Our routine was pretty simple. We'd hike around 15 miles during the day, and then when it started to get a bit dark we'd hike off of the trail into the woods a few hundred yards or so and find a nice flat place to setup our tent for the night.
It's always surprising to me how alone you can be out in the woods. The first few days we saw maybe 3-4 other hikers each day, usually just walking by us in the opposite direction. By the fourth day we had stopped seeing others hikers at all. This is because we had hiked farther north by this point into a more secluded area that gets a lot less foot traffic.
So it's the seventh night and we haven't seen anyone else for probably three or four days at this point. I fall asleep and wake up very early, as I always do while camping, Typically I had been just lying in my sleeping bag waiting for my girlfriend to wake up, but while I was lying there I heard a noise outside of our tent of something walking around.
We were pretty close to the edge of a river/lake, and I was excited thinking that I might get to see a moose. I got out of the tent as quietly as I could. It was still dark out, the sun was not up yet - but my eyes were used to the low light. I scanned around for a moose or other animal, but didn't see anything. Eventually I made something out though because of movement. There was a man standing about 100 feet from where our tent was, and as I watched he turned off and walked into the woods.
You know that feeling you get on a rollercoaster when everything drops out from under you? I had that exact same feeling out in the woods and had no idea what to do. A lot of possibilities were racing through my head. Was he a hunter or random camper who just stumbled on our tent? If so why was he out so early in the morning? The sun isn't even up yet. I checked my watch: 4 AM! If he wasn't a hunter then were unintentionally we on his property? Was he pissed? Why didn't he say anything? I was having trouble coming up with explanations that made sense and weren't just completely terrifying. What is this guy's DEAL???
I ended up getting my girlfriend up a lot earlier than normal and we hiked lots of extra miles that day. I had no idea if this guy was following us or what. I spent all day looking over my shoulder, expecting 100% to see him every single time coming up from behind. Of course nothing happened and we finished out the trip safely. The vision of this guy walking off into the shadowy woods is still completely etched into my mind years later.
So that's mine! Anyone else have a true scary story to share?? Let's hear them!
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Mine is not scary in a horror movie kinda of way but...
When I was six (1986), and my family was traveling through Mexico for maybe the dozenth time, we stopped in a small town just outside TJ, everyone went into the market to buy some groceries.
Apparently, I decided to leave the store and go walking around town. I was gone for nearly an hour while my family panicked. My uncle, half-brother, and dad went running around looking for me and started calling in the police.
Just when they were really starting to worry, here I come strolling back down a side street towards the store.
I remember it vaguely (I'm 32 now, long time) and all I remember was going into someone's back yard and playing with their kid who shared his toys with me. I didn't think anything of it, but it horrified my parents.
I also remember we were down in Mexico during the 1984 earthquake. We were in the Holiday Inn, and it shook like crazy, that was scary.
now, not a story from reality but...I had this dream as a kid few times, and I remember as vividly as ever. I'm home with my mom and I'm like 8 or 9. The house is dark but there is just this one lamp on in the living room.
In the dream I hear my dad coming down the hallway, and when he gets into to view, he is hoping up and down on one leg, the other leg is missing at the knee. In his arms he is carrying my brother who has no limbs at all. It seems weird to me, but then I turn to hug my mom and she has no arms.
That's it, I always just woke up after that.
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It was a small bathroom. Toilet, stand up stall type shower... Two doors, no windows. Mirror.
I decided to try that "game" where you repeat a certain name three times. (BM)
No windows with the lights off = hardly any light.
I say it. Things are cool, no scary demon face.. then I get a little creeped out. I want to leave. My reflection looked a tad bit droopy. Heavy presence behind me. I grab the door and try to open it. It didn't budge. I tried the other door. Same result. I feel enclosed by the darkness, it somehow got darker. It feels like someone else is there. I crumpled to the ground screaming in terror and kicking the door until my parents woke up and found me. I can not say those words to this day... The doors only lock from the inside.
As the years passed, I hardly stepped foot in that bathroom. It made noises at night. It haunted me until I was 18 and a half and moved.
We found kittens outside my house once; they were freezing. I placed one in that shower and warmed up a blanket. It began hissing and shaking uncontrollably. We removed it and it was okay..
I have some other experiences but the couple of stories I shared are probably going to be called fake so I'll quit in case I'm still ahead. Plus, writing it gave me flashbacks and chills.
Demons man, they're legit.
OP, I have other stories and videos I could eventually share with you if you're really into this thing. I warn you becoming invested in it doesn't end well though. I did the whole "paranormal activity" thing and set up cameras.. it just let them feed off of my interest.
Mine isn't really scary when reading about it but it was scary as hell living it.
10 years ago when my wife and I were punk kids we left her moms house in the middle of the night to smoke. We were hanging out in a nearby park watching the night sky. I saw a streak of light and we both looked at each other ask asked it we saw the shooting star? It was cool to see so we watched hoping for more.
A few minutes later we see another streak of light but this one makes a hard 90 degree turn. We both look at each other again. This time its "holy ****, did you see that too?"
We tentatively stay and watch since we're curious but a bit creeped out.
A few moments pass and there is a flurry of lights far north in the sky making turns, disappearing and reappearing. Then suddenly the lights are far south in the sky, streaking and making hard turns. We both got up and power-walked back to her moms, hoping not to draw the UFOs attention...
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Any of you live near the Texas/Mexico border (Zapata county and surrounding)? Ever hear of a Mexican Lion? Did you know that when you cross a Mexican lion with an American Mountain lion or cougar the result is a mule of sorts. The locals/illegal immigrants called them "Once Real" (read it as if in Spanish). We came across one on my Uncle's Ranch and it was Africa lion huge. The gate was closed and needed opening to pass through and the lion was near by on the same side of the fence. The tail is the length of the body and another half. It was wipping around trying to get my dads attention on the tail for quick pounce (assumed, but had to be for that effort). My dad kept his .357 aimed at it till it gave up and moved on (4-5 minute stare down). He did not shoot it cause the lion was to close for a follow up shot with revolver, and truck door was open with us inside. It left and we never saw it again.
We learned later of it's name and origins from the ranch hands. Us asking questions promptly about it caused all the migrant workers to leave creating a problem for the cattle sale roundup. One ranch hand showed us a heifer that had been killed by one of these mule lions. It only ate the tongue and pissed on the rest of it. He also claimed the only means hunt these things is to get on very high hill overlooking a large rock for sunning themselves in early morning after a rain. That's all I know about these mule lions. Their color is very similar mountain lions, and the head very odd shaped like a pit viper.
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Yes. Texas Parks and Wildlife will claim no knowledge cause these things are to smart to track and the genetic line is a dead end anyway for their interests. These lions are extremely dangerous.
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That's ****ed. Is there much of any info about them? Like population and whatnot? I can't seem to find much. No photos either. And their tails are really longer than their bodies?
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Yeah, that totally happened.
Yes their tail is longer than their body. Their is significant population cause these lions are mules (sterile, can't reproduce). The event happened on the Jones Ranch, near Hebbronville, Texas.
Did some searching for you, and there ain't much.
PUMA/JAGUAR HYBRIDS
A supposed puma x jaguar hybrid was shot in the Mato Grosso, South America in the early half of the 20th Century. It was killed by Sacha Siemel whose opinion was that it was a puma x jaguar hybrid. It was heavily built with brown spots on a fawn background and a dark stripe down its back. Pumas and jaguars are both present in the area, but occupy different niches and would be unlikely to meet, let alone mate. The description of the supposed puma/jaguar hybrid was very similar to that of the captive-bred pumapards. Successful hybridization between pumas and jaguars in captivity has been alleged (in a report by Dr Helmut Hemmer, 1966), but there is no photographic evidence. The hybrids would look similar to pumapards, but with jaguar-like, rather than leopard-like, markings and would possibly be more powerfully built.
Like lion cubs, puma cubs have rosetted markings; the supposed hybrid might have been an individual which had retained its spots into adulthood.
Collected from http://messybeast.com/genetics/hyb-pumaxleop.htm
Here is Wiki version, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Panthera_hybrid
The pictures don't quite look right color wise. I think the lion we saw was a full adult and extremely well fed.
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About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.
Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see.
A group of people actually made a video about this. It's pretty good. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_u6Tt3PqIfQ
Here is the Goatman story which IMO is absolutely terrifying. http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Anasi%27s_Goatman_Story
It's obviously not real but still worth a read.
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Sorry bro I think that was me. We had a costume party and I was fing smashed.
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It's not my story. But, the Redditor who posted it originally claimed it really happened. The section he posted in was a section called "lets not meet" which is basically about meeting creeps and or being stalked. Pretty messed up stuff. But yeah, internet.
As far as my own story I was fairly certain a couple nights a month I was being soul sucked by a demon. I would wake up in the middle of the night unable to move and swear I felt someone standing over me breathing into my ear. I tried to scream but I just made an audible humming noise. The breathing was so loud and so real. It really warped my state of mind for a while because up until that point I did not even acknowledge the possibility of spirits and demons and all that crap.
Turns out it was sleep paralysis. Lol.
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I used to get the sleep issue you describe (nothing demonic of course) when was extremely tired or just napping while waiting for class at college or camping in the mountains hearing animals near by. You don't want to miss class and watch the clock while sleeping and get "locked in" unable to move while dreaming being awake. Real pain in the ass.
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Sleep paralysis is particularly terrifying to someone who has no idea what it is. Stuff causes actual hallucinations. Only after learning how common it was did I realize there's nothing wrong with me. I don't get it that much anymore for some reason but I absolutely hate it.
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Oh, well, if that's not a bulletproof source, I don't know what is!
My real scary story? I was having abdominal pains and had a CAT scan of my abdomen, which showed a rather large growth/tumor on my appendix, that had to be removed surgically. And the biopsy results to determine if the tumor was malignant or not wasn't available for 3 days post surgery. THAT was f'in scary.
I actually have one more to share:
When I was a kid my parents were sort of like extreme couponers before that was really a term. All I remember is that whenever we went grocery shopping it took forever and I hated it. I always complained about how long it took and begged them to just let me stay in the car and play my Gameboy. They almost never let me, but every once in a while they would.
One day we stopped to go grocery shopping on the way home from my baseball game, and I complained enough to convince my Dad to let me stay in the car. He was in the store shopping and I was playing my Gameboy when I looked up to notice a man walking towards our car. This wasn't totally scary because he might be walking towards his car nearby, but he walked right up to our car and tried to open the door right next to me. It was locked. He tried the rear door behind me and it was also locked. He looked around for a second and walked away.
I watched him go, get in a car and drive away. I ran into the grocery store and found my dad. I never told him what happened.
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Really Scully? If you follow the links I provided; you will see the evidence for you to decide for yourself. Please go sit outside in the middle of the scrub in Hebbronville, Texas all night. Although faced with near death, Scully never came to terms with what happened. Lost cause I guess.
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Really, bro? Really? Did I say that it was true? No, I said he claimed it to be true.
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Is a mexican lion a different species from a mountain lion? I'm a little confused as to what the ingredients of the hybrid are here.
I've been googling and haven't found anything talking about "Mexican Lion/Mountian Lion" hybrids. Also, his claim that Park & Wildlife "doesn't talk about them and denys they exist cause they are to smart" and the fact his primary source was a cattle ranch hand leads me to call BS. I'm not doubting he saw a big scary animal, but I don't believe it was an undocumented super lion hybrid.
The Wikipedia page for "Mexican Lion" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mexican_lion) redirects to the page for cougars. Which is a different name for Mountain Lion.
Also, http://en.allexperts.com/q/Wild-Animals-705/2009/7/Lions-Cougars.htm states that if Lions and Cougars did mate, they would not give birth to a hybrid, just a normal lion.
So yeah, I'll put the mythical Mexican Super Lion/Cougar hybrid right up there with Chupacabra's.
Now, I have a story from the scariest night of my life and the explanation follows it.
It was sometime in the summer, after school let out. I was about 12 years old at the time, so I was in that child to adolescent transition phase where you still aren't completely rational when it comes to bumps in the night.. It was very late in the night (I'm assuming midnight or later since I don't remember) and I was asleep in my loft bed--like the top half of a bunk bed. I was sound asleep when something jolted me up cold, a loud noise, a tangible push on my bedroom window; having no concrete idea because I was asleep at the time, I swung my legs over the side of my bed anticipating something else.
The terror I felt in the dead of night in my pitch black room, staring at my seemingly opaque window, waiting for something to come through it at me is something that even though I know now what happened, still sends chills down my spine.
Then I heard loud gibberish being whisper-yelled at me. (Like a loud whisper without having any sort of tone to your voice)
So there I am, staring at my window in utter fear, hearing this awful sound when another SLAM against my window and what sounded like a combination snort, roar, and demonic voice. To compound the horror, I saw a LARGE, humanoid figure outside the window which at the time I thought had a set of deer antlers/stag horns.
As soon as this all happened, I jumped off my bed and ran,screaming, into my parents' room. If you've ever been truly terrified, you know that any sound you make comes from somewhere besides your voice box and head--its a guttural, formless, instinctual cry of horror for knowing you are going to be killed.
My parents woke up and demanded to know what happened and I told them. Being that I grew up in rural Pennsylvania and my parents are very old school, they don't take crap from anyone or anything--and they have guns. So, not thinking it was a big deal or taking any extreme measures like loading up a gun, my mom offered me to take her place in their bed while she slept in my room to make sure nothing else happened.
Of course, I could hardly be expected to sleep! So I laid, wide-eyed in my parents' bed, running the scene over and over in my head, thinking "what the hell just happened!?!!?" After a while, I suppose my fear subsided or my tiredness simple overcame it and I drifted off to sleep. Not long after I did, I awoke to another horrifying occurence:
My parents' house has a long driveway, and at the end, was our neighbors house--our neighbors were a family--husband, wife, and two kids a little younger than me. Through my parents' bedroom window, you can see down to the neighbors house, but only to their garage and the dirt hill that leads to my family's upper field. So what do I see when I open my eyes but the neighbors motion light on (mind you, we live in the woods in rural PA and this is sometime probably around 1-2AM and a motion light on is cause for alarm in any situation). I get out of bed, half-expecting to see Satan standing in the road beckoning me to join him as his eyes glow red in his goat head...but it wasn't far off. I see the neighbor lady in her pajamas stumbling around the hills gripping her head, screaming for help.
At this point, I'm ready to grab my parents' gun and end it all. I'm so terrified, that I wonder why I'm being punished and wonder when the madness will ever stop. I lock myself in my parents' bathroom, turn on all the lights and the heat and just sit for about an hour or so. Once I've mellowed out, I go back out into the room and peak through the window. No light on.
As I lay back down, I hear a noise coming from the basement, directly below the bed. It's a phone ringing...we don't have a phone in the basement.
Eyes wide open.
What. the. ****.
Then I hear voices. Garbled voices, not belonging to my family, coming from directly below me in the basement at 2am.
Heart is POUNDING.
At this point, I was so terrified that I had to wake my dad up..I don't remember what happened after that.
Now, for the explanation:
I have an older brother, Brad, 5 years older to be exact, which puts his friends at driving age at the time. It turns out, a group of his friends tried to wake him up, but he's a heavy sleeper, so he didn't budge. Our bedrooms are right next to each other (well, were when we lived there), so his friends, knowing this, decided to try to wake me up to let them in and/or wake Brad up for them.
To get to my window open, they had to pry it open with something and because the windows of my house are painted and PA tends to get sticky in the summer due to humidity, the wood swells and sometimes painted surfaces tend to stick together. Well, their first attempt to pry the window open must have been what woke me up initially. They must have gotten it open enough to call in to me and that was the whisper-yell I heard. But when they saw they scared me (I was in a half-dream state, I'm sure, which made everything seem surreal and more horrific and demonic), they abandoned the idea of getting to me and slammed the window shut. I can only assume that a bunch of teenagers at this point also started laughing and shouting, which would have been the combination snort/roar/demonic voice I heard.
So that's part 1 uncovered, now onto the neighbor lady.
What I saw was actually just my brother's friends at the end of the driveway. My highly emotional state disfiguring reality, I imagined the identity of the person and the voice pleading for help. Brad's friends later told us that they wanted to camp out and had all brought supplies (sticks for roasting marshmallows--maybe where I got the deer antler image?--, flashlights, smores stuff, etc) and sleeping bags; when I took off down the hallway, screaming, some of them dropped their gear and ran, scared my dad would shoot at them. So, somebody came back to pick up the dropped stuff, and that's who I saw.
As for the phone ringing and the voices in the basement? Immediately below my parents' bedroom was our computer room. This was around 1996 or 97, so we had Windows 95/97 installed on our computer and our screensaver set to "random". Someone used the computer later in the night and forgot to turn the volume on the speakers down. And what screensaver was selected for this very terrifying night other than:
The Golden Era
So there it is folks. The scariest night of my life, explained. Hope you enjoyed