YOU ARE READING. Let's Not Meet Again. Horror. This book tells the tale of true and horror filled experienced. These are stories from reddit, all credit goes. 6 Scary 'Let's Not Meet' Horror Stories From Reddit That Won't Let You Sleep. He was on the slender side, and had a strange frailness about him, I've told you time and again I do not appreciate being yelled at, but do you. We know, it was really, really scary, and you don't want to ever meet them again. But your post should probably go to /r/CreepyEncounters.
She got tipped off by the sounds of something clicking, and then, later, someone talking to her while she was sleeping. Her posture and fear in her face told the story all too well.
He asks her to look in the basement and by a stroke of luck or genius she is able to escape. Cops find a tripwire on the basement stairs and homemade torture devices in the basement.
Oh, and the room he slept in was covered in porn pictures. What he saw was a man running up, throwing his body at the front door like a lifeless rag doll.
Police were called and it turned out to be a random drug addict. But man, I could never get that visual out of my head.
That one fucks me up. Another redditor edited the video, and in a particularly dark corner of the house, when brightened, you can see a very large man watchig him probably 3ft away. When she found a camera hidden she went to the apartment management and upon returning someone had come in and visibly collected all the cameras around the apartment in a hurry.
When she pressed her friend about why she did t, the girl said she sacrificed the dog so that OP could do well on her test. The post got taken down, I tried to find updates, but no one seemed to recall it. But it really creeped me out. So basically a family was on a roadtrip and they were driving on a countryside road at night when they saw a person with a broken car signalling them to stop.
But the dad who was driving had a gut feeling something was wrong and kept driving. After they drove away from the scene the kids or the wife not sure looked back and saw a group of people rising from the field where they were hiding.
That got me hooked on creepy reddit stories. The thought of what might have happened if they stopped was just terrifying. He would be crawling and go down these turns and see trash and bodies but in the nightmare he could never make it to the final turn at the end because fear or something woke him up.
He never found out what was at the end and he ends up leaving. Well it turns out that another Redditor recognized that cave by name and his friend knows about the same cave. His friend loves cave exploring but he refuses to speak about that cave. When he was a boy with his mom there was some old man, and he started whistling a strange tune, only like 3 notes, in a repeating pattern. His mom freaked out and they left, few years later, I think he said he was in the woods and heard it again, and immediately ran home.
Fast forward to his adult years, a few states away, him and his girlfriend were at a 4th of July party, but they were kind of alone away from everybody on the river bank. I've stalked this sub for a while, and couldn't decide whether or not to post mine but I'm feeling brave on a Monday. It was a very long time ago- back in Thing is, I sort of recalled it but never put two-and-two together until a few months ago when I was talking to my mom who went into great detail.
I was a very gregarious child; outgoing, extroverted, friends with anyone. It was at the time a middle class neighborhood, and 3 houses down from ours, on the same side of the street, was a huge park. My mom was a nurse and my dad was a salesman, but mom worked 2nd shift at Merriter, while my dad worked days.
I rarely had a babysitter, only if they went out for dinner or a movie.
But they did go out often and there were always older kids in the neighborhood to babysit. One sitter who I really liked lived a few blocks or so away, and down the street a little bit. Vicky had babysat a few times before that and it was pretty uneventful.
She'd play games with me, and do my hair, play dress-up, pretty basic stuff. So anyhow, one day I had gone with friends down to the park. I remember there was a ball field at the time, and a sandlot next to the field. My friends wanted to play on the monkey bars, but I wanted to play in the sand.
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I looked at the sand box and my babysitter Vicky was standing there. I told my friends I was going down to to the sandbox and ran off. We played in the sand, building a castle, and then She asks me if I wanted to go get something cold to drink.
It was stifling hot, and I of course said yes. So she takes my hand and we start walking to her place. She starts telling me about her puppies and asking if I want to play with them. Of course I get giddy and now can't wait to get to her house. This was where my memory had stopped and after my mom told me what happened, the rest of it flooded back.
My mother just happened to be talking to my sister and I about some of the places we lived and we got to Monica Lane.
I told her I remembered the park and how big it seemed, and she asks me if I remember being kidnapped. I immediately thought she was kidding and then the look on her face told me otherwise. She said it was around 5 in the afternoon and one of my friends had come to the door to ask me to come back outside, sure that I had gotten bored and walked back home.
When my mom checked the house, she realized I wasn't there and 7 months pregnant with my sister sprints to the park, screaming my name. After asking several kids if they'd seen me with no clue, she went to the ball field and asked the older boys if they'd seen me.
One of the boys she guessed around 14 said that he'd seen a younger woman playing with a girl that fit my description in the sand and walk off in a general direction and that was all he knew. My mom ran across the street to one of the houses, and asked to use their phone and called the police. By the time the police got there, my dad had come home and some of the neighbors were trying to help my mom.
So there's this search party out looking for me, screaming my name and knocking on doors. The police had gone back to the park to ask the boys if they knew who had been with me and if they knew who she was. Between the boys and the neighbors, they had deduced who it was that had led me off, but I have no idea how, honestly.
The police and the entourage go to her home she lived with her parents but they weren't home and knock on the door. She came to the door and told them she hadn't seen me, and that she'd been home all day.
The police asked to come in and for some reason she said okay. They went through the house, and went to the basement and found me. That's what my mom knew and then I remembered. It was literally like a flood gate had opened and I started crying.
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At 6 you sort of trust everyone, and she'd been in our home. I never got a bad feeling from her and my parents didn't, either. I remember starting to cry and saying I wanted to go home, over and over. She takes me into her kitchen and gets me a glass of water and a tissue. I hear dogs barking, and next to the kitchen is an open stairway the goes down and where the barking was coming from. She starts trying to cajole me into going downstairs- telling me there's all sorts of toys and games.
I reluctantly agree and she grabs my hand to head down the stairs.
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The dogs are going nuttier and I start screaming. I was scared out of my mind. I remember crying so hard I was hyperventilating, and I am screaming so hard I'm not making sounds.
Vicky then flips a switch and starts being syrupy sweet, trying to calm me down. She tells me that she was just playing a game and tells me she wants to play hide and seek.
She must have been relatively skilled at calming me down because the next thing I know, I hear knocking on the door upstairs and I wasn't crying. The houses were all the same sort of tract houses that Sears used to sell, not huge but not small, but you could hear everything at any spot in the house. I keep hearing the knocking and she tells me that it's her friends.