Scary stories you swear are true

Hum since no one else seems to be posting here I suppose I could add another one. This is actually a second-hand story, happened to my dad but because I found it both creepy and a little heartwarming I always remembered it quite well.

In the early 70's my dad left Illinois and moved to California. He was going to make it big as a singer or at least he hoped he would but it didn't pan out and he wound up returning back home some years later completely broke. He arrived in town pretty late and most people had already gone to bed. He didn't want to wake my grandparents in the middle of the night so he headed over to his friend Howard's house. An older man he had worked for in an auto mechanic shop for most of his youth. To his surprise he found Howard sitting on his porch swing drinking a beer with the porch light on. He went up to the porch, talked to him. The two had a few beers caught up on things, had a few laughs and eventually after getting quite drunk my dad passed out on Howard's front porch. The next morning my dad woke up and found that Howard was gone, the porch swing was empty and the doors to the house were locked. He knocked on the door, looked in the windows and there was oddly no one there.

He decided that he would go over and ask the neighbors where Howard had gone. An old woman answered the door and when he asked if she had seen Howard she told him that Howard had died from a heart attack six months ago. He never saw Howard again, but swears to this day the story is true.

"Scary" may be too strong a word, but I have had a recurring event in my life that tends to creep me out a great deal.

On occasion, when I'm by myself with no other humans around, sometimes with nothing that should be making sound around me, something seems to call me by name. (For personal security purposes, I'll not mention my name here.) I'm not sure what exactly is going on with it, but whenever it happens, I tend to feel compelled to drop whatever it is I'm doing and leave the place I'm currently at. I used to actually ask if someone else was there with me, but consistently getting no answer has made me lose interest in posing that question.

Most recent occasion it happened was the week of SDCC this year. I was at my dad's house doing some chores while he was away. (He was on vacation, I was given the responsibility of watching his house for the time.)

The voice itself is deep, far deeper then anyone I see on a regular basis.

When i was in middle school i lived in a haunted house. All the neighbors also believed that the house was haunted. Aperantly there was many tragedies that occured in or near the house. A little girl was killed in the alley way behind the house, some women suicided in the basement bathroom, and other things that i dont remember. In the house lots of spooky stuff happened. I'll start with one story and add more when i have time throughout the day.

One day i had a horrible nightmere and when i woke up for sone reason i kept thinking of the word red over and over. The next day, after i finished my art homework i went to watch t.v. Around 7 pm i went back into my room to play on my game cube, but before i turn on the t.v i noticed that my school books and homework were moved around.I noticed that my art homework was missing. I asked my parents, brother, cousins, and aunt if they moved my stuff around and specificly if they had seen my art homework. They all said no, i was starting to panic because the art homework was a big project and i would go down a whole grade letter if i didnt turn it in. After about 2 hours i found it, it was in my closet. I was happy to had found it but i was also freaked out. My homework was to draw something horrorish because we were doing a fear unit in art class. I had chosen to try and repicate the Saturn devouring his son Goya drawing. When i found my drawing it was extremely more detailed then what i had drawn and one of the eyes was colored in red. I deluded my self into believe that it was my aunt who add the details and colored in the eye, since she is a great drawer and put the situation in the back of my mind. Then around 11 pm one of the most scary expirences in my life occured. I needed to go to the bathroom but my grandma was in the bathroom. My mom told me to just go to basements bathroom because my grandma had diarriha, i said ok, but i was so freaked out of the basement that i just tried to hold it in. The basement always scared me, the basement its self wasnt that creepy(it was just like another house), but i was scared of it because it had very little lighting and the bathroom it had was very spooky. It was all grey with some random metal spring hanging from the ceiling and it only had a toilet.. all the way back and in the center of the room. Anway back to the story, i eventually couldnt possibly hold it in any more so i swollowed my fear and went ti the basement bathroom. As i was doing my #2 i started looking at the walls of the bathroom, which had random scribbles from the previous owners i assumed.I noticed a drawing of an eye to the right of me and the word rojo which means red in spanish. I instantly remeber the nightmere i had and how the eye of my drawing was colored in red. I quicky finished my business and ran up the stairs. I swear i heared footsteps behind me. I told my family about it and they didnt believe me, except my aunt. She told me she had seen a shadow with a red eye around the basement sometimes thinking that it was her imagination. Frecky stuff.
Sorry for any spelling mistakes im on my phone.

Story time part 2! This event took place at the same house from the last story and partially a hospital my grandpa stayed at. During my last days in 6th grade my grandpa started getting extremely sick( he had diabetes). One day when i came from school there was an ambulance at my house and asked what happened, my mom told me that my grandpa had a mini heart attack. My mom and i would go visit my grandpa everyday, other family members would go with us sometimes. One day it was just mom and i that went to go visit him, we started talking about something i dont remember what. Then he suddenly stopped midsentence and asked who the little boy with the blue hat was..there was nobody else in the room besides him,my mom, and i. My mom asked what he was talking about and that there wasnt any little boy in the room. My grandpa responded with "are you blind that little boy behind you"(in spanish though). My mom and i just thought that he was tired so he couldnt think straight. After a while he was aloud to go home, he had to use a wheel chair to get around now and was able to borrow one from the hospital. About a week later i woke up in the middle of the night because i heard my grandpa talking, after about 10 mins or so the talking stopped so i went back to bed. The next day when i went to help my grandpa find his diabetes finger prikling test thing he told me that he had a weird dream. In the dream a man that was almost transparent was asking him questions about random things. He said it was freaky because the man was sitting in the wheel chair that he got from the hospital and that the final thing the man said to him was that he should treasure this last week. This freaked me out since there was already enough spooky stuff happening around the house. The following friday when i got home from school nobody was home. I thought it was really weird since even my aunt wasnt home. My mom arrived later in the day and told me that my grandpa went into a coma. I couldnt help but think that the stranger in my grandpa's dream was warming him about the coma. After 2 very hard weeks my grandpa passed away. After his death someone had to return tk wheelchair that he borrowed. It was my uncle that ended up returning the chair. He said that he saw the boy with a blue hat that was at the funeral in the hospital and he hopes nothing happened to him(he didnt know about what happen at the hospital with the boy with the blue hat, nor about the freaky stuff in the house that i lived in). I was confused and asked what he was talking about and that there was no boy at the funeral. To this day he thinks i was just trying to mess with him.

If i remember any other stories i'll post them.
Same as last time, sorry for errors im on my psvita and its hard to type on this thing.

Sorry to bump this but I kinda think this might be worth mentioning.

I live out in the boonies and every day I drive a series of back-roads and then pull on an old highway to make the 8ish mile trip into town. I call the highway old because it's a two lane highway that's older than dirt and since they built a new 4 lane in the mid 90's a lot of people bypass it. It is still traveled litely but mostly by locals or people who are lost. I'm no stranger to this highway as I have been regularly traversing it for years and the night before last I was coming home from work late due to another guy calling in. It was already dark on this completely desolate road on which you probably could have hard a pin drop if not for my noisey old Buick. A couple miles into this lonely trip I see a scraggly looking man in a brown jacket, jeans a beard and little circular glasses. If I am being honest he looks like he just came back from woodstock or a Vietnam protest and he is holding out his thumb. As wary as I am about picking up hitchhikers I am always reminded of the time it saved me once as a teenager and I reluctantly pull over. I roll down the passenger side window. Not fully paying attention I hear a “Hey thanks man.” I look over expecting to see him get in but there is no one there and I am just staring out an open window into darkness.

It took me a couple seconds of processing where he had gone and the utter creepiness of the situation before I flipped it back in drive and floored it out of there.

Older houses can be like that, it could be a ghost or just something residual from a previous owner. Usually unless it repeats frequently its nothing to worry about though.

Just gone through all posts in this thread, god you guys are amazing. I'm always a big fan of creepypastas and all sort of things, kudos to you guys!
Unfortunately (or fortunately???) I'm not able to find anything interesting enough to bring here while searching through my memories. Hope I'll remember something another day lol

I've always had a deep, inner belief that our consciousness survives after death. As I've got older, my interest in the afterlife, astral projection and ghosts has became stronger. Over the years, I've experienced many spooky moments ... from my first etheric projection to meditating and hearing voices enter my head as though someone or something is trying to communicate with me. I have always maintained that I have a raw psychic muscle that need refining.

One of my more spookier experiences happened around three years ago. I was sitting at my computer doing some work in Photoshop. Suddenly, I became aware that a presence was in the room behind me. I sensed it coming closer until I felt it leering close to my left shoulder. In the corner of my eye, I managed to catch a brief glimpse, what appeared to be, someone's head observing my computer screen as though it was taking an interest at what I was doing. Its presence felt like a very mild static breeze. As I glanced around, the phantom head made a swift exit and disappeared through my bedroom door. The presence was gone and I was left wondering to myself "What the f**k was all that about?" Since then, I've seen the odd shadow and, more rarely, a wispy cloud rapidly drift down my hallway. One night, I even woke up with the horrid sensation that some force was pinning me down on my bed and the one corner of my bedroom seems to have a cold spot.

There are many boooogeymen out there. Most of them end up in horror movies sooner or later, even some have "based on true events" in them. Others state nothing, even though the events could have had happen as such.

There is a story, which I never think will ever take part in the movie franschise, and that is about the dimensional creature. While there is no name given to it, the foundation of this creature have had it's sprung and reincarnational stories from both Edgar Allen Poe, Stephen King and scientific books and stories from people like Stephen Hawkings among others.

The though of alterantive dimension is often explained as a plain of existence beyond ours, and there is almost never ever any talks about WHO or WHAT lives there, only about WHEN. Dimensions and hypercubic philosophies only talk therefor about time, how to bend it and such.

There is however a vague telling about WHO or WHAT comes from these dimensions. More than pure light of energy with thought and mind connected as a network across THAT galaxy (what we would explain as the internet but in our minds) and a being with no body, this is also a direct futuristic event that the human evolution will stumble upon lightyears from now in a far future.

There is other dimension, and this one is the only horror I can give you, which I believe is true. There have been talks about how geometric is a vital part of our lives. How to fit everything, in a living room for example. This is from our early days when we built houses out of rock and wood, to minimize the cold to reach into our homes. Today we just buy things and have them put all over the place. But once in a while, there is a fracture. An opening which should NOT be between objects. The fraction it makes could open a gateway.

Imagine everytime you shut a door, push a bureau into a wall or make whatever you think is a vaccum in our space. The negative affilation of that space constribute into matter in THAT alternativ dimension.

Kids have talked about the monsters under their bed, in the wardrome and such, seeing shadows, claws, heard noises. Imagination is what most of us have made this fantasy of monsters come into reality. Building upon the very foundation of us "imagine", the monsters are real when we choose to. The imagination is however not a part of the nega-areas, which are a slang for those places where you might find black holes, gateways to dimensions or "doors to other realms". These monsters may be true, because first, when we are young, our eyes are new to the world, we can see what older eyes can not. Talk about ghosts from kids are more usual than adults, but the force of its nature still can be triggered and told by adults across the world about these phenomenons they say "spirits" or "ghosts".

It is all connected, it is the other dimension, or the other dimensions. Being right here, right now, forever, timelss and with curiosity from the creature from the "OTHER side" can sometimes slip through.

So, let me tell you a story, just to grasp this whole thing.

You closed a door, locked it. Fell asleep, but the minutes right after you closed it, in the other dimension, there is a door of some kind right at your spot - and it was opened. The chances are slim, but if they are accurate, the X and Y coordinates (and some others I do not understrand since the math is astronomical) the things we do with our door, reflect on the other dimensions area / door or whatever. Makes it loud, perhaps spooky for the creatures on that side. But imagine the creatures are more curious than scared. When they investigate, they perhaps may enter. If these are on a energy level, it would explain so much what has happend in our world for as long as we have been around.

That is a fact, and as we come closer and closer to understand dark matter, antimatter, black holes, dimensions and how time is not a thing - we might get answers in the beyond.

It is however a scary though. The unknown. Anyone that have seen the mist could imagine how it would be like, even though the risk is low and chances of even open such a great door lies in us being sucked into a black hole and burst into the negative space, inside out. In any case, we would be dead.