What Story Always Gives You The Chills?
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I am so glad that Mom was smart and listened to her kid in the one about the rapist
Usually they dont and just say, "oh you were just seeing things."
Makes you think what could have happened if she didn't and if her mum's quick thinking didn't come up with the idea of leaving the note and having the police ready
I know a guy who got raped when he was 4. He is an online friend. His parents never believed him. I honestly hope he's ok now
@@gerrit8480 sad
@@troubleinthevalley5884 indeed
Not scary but... I was in elementary school during 911. I can remember my classmates being called one after the other to the office until I heard me and my brothers names. We met at the office and our dad was there to pick us up. He was crying the while ride and through tears explained what had happened. My mom was flying back from Seattle from a business trip that day and my dad informed us that while he knew her flight was supposed to stop in NY he hadn't heard from her and was worried. Turns out my moms flight got switched last minute and while she was supposed to be on the flight that hit the towers she was actually safely on her way home. It was like seeing a ghost when she opened the front door. I am fighting back tears writing this because at the time I was 9 and didn't know what was happening and I thought I'd lost my mom. My heart hurts for everyone who lost family and life that day because I was beyond blessed that my moms flight got changed.
I remember I was at school in new Zealand. No idea why but they had stopped everything and wheeled a tv into owe class to watch the news coverage. To this day. I found it really odd.
Its like it was fate
Imagine being born on 2001 September the 11th
Its time for party :D
Grow up its a joke
Xyyxyx B bck not a funny one
i got a scholarship to college from a guy who was going to go to Cali with some friends. something came up at work and he was going t met them a day later.
the ticket he sold was for flight 93.
he started the scholarship after that figuring he needed to pay it forward because everything after that was borrowed time.
‘the airtight coffin was filled with water’
10 seconds later: *happy music*
I still can't believe that after she died, her body and soul was drowning. And she kept warning her father that she was drowning
@@frozenfiredarknight3764 it's stories like these that I really hope are true
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@@jvnipr4201 whAt?
700th like time to say something clever
Hmmm...
*Clears throat*
*Coughs*
Bazinga
Heard this from another Reddit thread. This man was a geologist and was hiking. He spots a hole in the ground and notices warm air coming from the hole. Knowing he’d just found a cave, he later returned to the hole to see what cool rocks he could find in there. When he got back into the hole he noticed the ground had many glints on it, shiny things catching the light. So he turned on his flashlight and noticed that the glints where not crystals but in fact rattlesnake eyes. Hundreds of rattlesnakes in one small den and the guy unlucky enough to have found it.
Any geologist worth his salt is shining a light down into a dark cave before bumbling into it wtf….
Christ
Sounds like nosleep
@@ICEBUNNo nah they exist trust me bro i learnt this from wild kratts
Welp my stomach is in my ass now lol
Jesus that poor girl who didn't see the man in the car I don't blame her I'd feel horrible
The catacombs one was the scariest for me
It was....but I looked up the Odessa catacombs and there's apparently no evidence that the girl ever existed.
Me, too! I just cannot abide being in complete and total dark (childhood PTSD). Just....no....
@@aperson1079 I looked it up, too, and apparently, people tried to confirm that the corpse in the picture was really the body of said girl from 2005 (the story and picture were posted in 2009), but an investigation in 2015 "found no evidence that [the girl] had existed". en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Odessa_Catacombs#Accidental_deaths
Unfortunately, most of the primary sources are Ukrainian, so it's pretty difficult to do research. The vice article referenced on Wikipedia is a nice read, though.
What really adds another layer to this is that according to the story, the girl was left behind by her friends. She didn't just wander in on her own. They went in as a group and when she was still sleeping, the rest of the group left. Also, what gives me shivers is the part about it being completely dark there, as soon as your batteries die. That really destroys any chance and hope to get out on your own.
Why do people try to go in caves? Like why does that come across inexperienced peoples minds?
That killed me ded! I was so scared! All i could imagine was her feelings being in there!
Ok, the one about the Holocaust survivors and the shovel and the thick fog actually made me smile. :)
Me too nearly made me cry
me 2
I was so confused at first cause I read “thick fog” as “thick frog”
Hi how are you
Neither. I sexually identify as a half-eaten slice of wheat bread
My friend said her uncle (old man) lived in the basement of her moms house. He stayed down there all the time, of course he came up for food, to use the bathroom, etc. One day people were over, everyone was in the living room cbatting. He came in from the store and was fussing about something, and then he stopped and said "Oh, it's you..." But no one could see who he was talking to. He walked down to the basement and passed away. I feel like he saw the grim reaper or something. Always freaks me out.
Sam Kinison was a big comic in the 80's... killed by a drunk driver. His brother was on scene, and talked about how Sam was begging someone (nobody could see) not to make him go away... And then he said,
"Okay, if I have to... I get it now." (or something like that...) and he passed.
Maybe I like to believe a bit more than I genuinely do... BUT chalk this up to "reasons why"... ;o)
I can just imagine the grim reaper like "no come on dont go down there HEY WHAT DID I SAY? WHAT. DID. I. SAY. COME HERE LEMME WHIP YOU THE SCYTHE."
The angel of death…..but the uncle seemed like he recognized it so unless he’d been flirting with death previously I don’t really know, but there are stories aplenty of peoples final words before dying and in them are the utterances of what they’re seeing as they move from this world to the next.
I lived with my grandmother for most of my teenage years. My grandfather had died when I was thirteen, so it was just the two of us in the house. We had a routine where, once it started being time for us to go to bed, my grandmother would announce she was shutting down the house.
That meant going around and closing all the curtains, making sure all the doors were locked, checking the burners on the stove were off... typical nighttime things.
During a typical Oklahoma spring, in which it was not a dark and stormy night, but it had rained earlier in the day, we went through our usual routine and went to bed. As usual, I shut my door and-- after my grandmother fell asleep and I could hear snoring-- started to, um... blow off steam so I could relax and fall asleep.
But right as I was about to do that, I heard three loud knocks on the door. Not the front door. My bedroom door. They were slow, methodical, and the kind of knocks that caused the door to shake enough for the bolt to rattle against the strike in the door frame.
_THUD!_
_THUD!_
_THUD!_
I froze and held my breath, because I could still hear my grandmother snoring peacefully away in the background. I didn't know what to do. The two of us were alone in the house; we knew we were. I didn't have a phone in my bedroom (I grew up during the '70s and 80s), and there were bars on the windows because my grandfather was a gunsmith when he was alive, so there was an extensive gun collection in the house.
I was trapped, without any way to call for help. The only defense I had-- and I knew it was my only defense-- was the fact that whoever or whatever had just knocked on my door didn't know what was on the other side of it, and the fact they'd knocked meant they were going to decide what to do based on whether they received an answer.
I gave none.
I laid there, being as quiet as I could, until well after the sun came up. I only got up and dared to leave my room once I heard my grandmother get up.
As I opened the door to my bedroom, my grandmother walked down the hall toward me and said "you're cleaning that up" and pointed at the carpet.
I looked down, and saw a single set of muddy bootprints leading down the hallway, stopping directly in front of my bedroom door.
There were footprints leading to my door, but none leading away.
It's been thirty years since that happened, and I'm still terrified of what was lurking in wait for me on the other side of the door.
Even though it's been decades, and I'm now nearly fifty years old, I'm still terrified that one day, it will come back for me.
Okay but, I’m in Oklahoma and you’re terrifying me.
I was nearly kidnapped in 1990. My mother had taken my 3 brothers and me to the Saturday morning flea market/farmer's market held twice a month in a nearby town. She was looking at some things in a stall while my brothers and I peeked in at the baby chicks and bunnies in the stall right next to it. We were all thoroughly distracted with our chickens and what-nots when a brunette woman grabbed my hand and began walking away, pulling me behind her. My mom looked up and shouted my name as we were making it to the gravelled parking lot just outside the stalls. My older brother had spotted me and started to run after us. He grabbed ahold of my other arm and fell dead weight to the ground. I suppose this and the commotion drummed up inside the pole bar spooked the woman because she let me go and jumped into a beat up big-body pickup and peeled off. Cops were called and witnesses gave descriptions etc but nothing ever came of it since no one got the plates from the truck or a close look at her face. Thing about it is that I never even cried out or tried to resist at all. At 7 years old I couldn't tell you what I was thinking atm but I'm pretty sure all the lectures about respecting my elders and following instructions probably had a lot to do with why I failed to react.
Hold on imma ask my mom if I've ever almost been kidnapped
Alright so my brother got lost in Disneyland once
Yeah I think that needs to change because not all adults are respectable, nor are they deserving of respect other than the common courtesy one might afford another human being. I was raised the same way and was even made to hug certain adults I’d rather not have gone near. This can definitely be detrimental to children who might fear being disrespectful. There’s so much I could say about this….You don’t want to teach your children fear but humans are animals capable of ANYTHING IMAGINABLE so teaching them blind trust isn’t in their best interest either. They need to know that their intuition is one of their greatest tools and learn to hone it and trust it….
I was almost kidnapped when I was three, nearly four. I was at a playground with my mom, mom's friend, and mom's friend's son and baby son. My mom went to the bathroom, so her friend watched the other kid and I. We wandered off and a lady came up to me while the other kid was distracted by a squirrel we'd been watching. For clarification, he was about six at the time and remembers it much better than I do. The lady asked me if I wanted candy, to which I eagerly agreed. Of course I'd had my lectures about kidnapping and such, but I didn't think much of it because I was super hungry and really wanted that candy. The lady smiled and kept talking to me about the candy, leading me away and walking super fast. I saw absolutely nothing wrong there until she brought me to her car, which was a minivan. Something clicked and I immediately started screaming, kicking and thrashing as the lady tried to shove me in her car. She finally lets go of my hand because someone bites her as hard as they can in the leg. It's the boy I was with and we both start running back to our moms. It scares me to think about what could have happened if he hadn't shown up
Something similar happened to my brother in a gas station. My dad is a big, intimidating guy, so when he turned around the corner and saw some random lady with his kid, all he had to say was "hey, that's my kid" and the lady panicked, apologized, and speedwalked out
Oh, that Holocaust story about the old men legitimately made me tear up. How amazing.
I was going to comment the same thing. Usually, for me, emotional tone gets lost over text, but this really got to me. I kinda smiled, mumbled "oh God" and teared up. What a cool story.
I was definetly tearing up.
Yeah that was sad
I mean definitely God was like ad the atmosphere .
The one about the kid seeing his headless parents made me cry. Poor kid
Oh so no head?
@Juan Cruz
The first thing the kid said after waking up
Free Fortnite Vbucks And Hacks at least he won’t be fazed when a murder happens in a horror movie? I mean seeing your parents literally headless is bound to make a stab in the heart seem merciful
Kids definitely has some serious PTSD from that.
The story that was near the end about the two old Holocaust survivors that found each other because they were both speaking at the same place 70 years later was so amazing! God is so good. I'm so glad they fulfilled their life's wish
S F Man, I’m with you, but this didn’t have to be said. It was a well intentioned comment.
@@bluenoclues3685 not sure who you replied to they obviously deleted their comment. I'm assuming it was rude and unnecessary. People seem to forget that while they're expecting me to tolerate their beliefs I expect reciprocity.
@@troubleinthevalley5884 AMEN! This is the first time I've actually seen someone say this!!! I tell people this in person fairly often, at least monthly I'm sure. I don't have to agree with your beliefs, but I can still respect you as a person. But I expect the same in return. I don't go bashing your version of a Bible or holy book, yet you bash on mine? How is that right or fair? By you, I don't mean you, OP, I mean whoever is bashing my Christian beliefs. I think you and I agree. At the very least, we both believe in God! 🙂🙂🙂 As a Christian though, the Bible is very clear that these things will happen to us. We just have to pray for such people, love them, and forgive them. Even Jesus' last words before his death were "Forgive them Father, they know not what they do" and as Christians we are supposed to follow His example... Anyway, I hope you're staying safe, healthy, and sane during these crazy times!! 🙂💙
GoD iS sO GoOd, mean while milions of people died during holocaust but yeah, thanks to God these fortunate two found each other
adam adamek Exactly my thoughts.
The one about the man and the dog got me.
The one that scared me so far: "she was sitting on the edge of the bed loading his revolver in her sleep."
My grandad told me a few things from the Second World War, he was a gunner in a British tank: 1. He was looking through the gun eye glass when he turned away to sneeze, just at that moment, a bullet went through the glass, he had it at home and showed the glass to us. 2. When they were going into a German village, as they were about to turn a corner, for no reason, the tank just cut out and stopped. The following tank took over and went around the corner, what they did not know was, there were German tanks and flame throwers waiting for them. If the tank had not stopped, it would have been my grandad who died. 3. The worse thing he told me was, he was one of the first troops into Belson , one of the survivors, grabbed my grandad and was crying and would not let go of him. After all that he died of stomach cancer at 64, still miss him, RIP Grandad, love you and miss you ❤️🙏
R.I.P. 🙏🏿🙏🏿❤❤💙💙💙
I hate war and cancer
Which battalion was he in?
Shunqiu Wu the kings Regiment
I used to go to a camp out in Canada when I was younger. Your typical "camp in the woods". And on the first day one year we were waiting for the camp councilors to come over and we do some camp activities. Well, this guy wearing a yellow rain coat walked up to us and gave a typical hey I'm your camp councilor and today we are going for a little walk in the woods. We were a little confused because he was not wearing proper councilors uniform and we didn't have introduction activities like normal, also we just didn't trust this guy. Well after a little bit of him trying to get us to follow him, six councilors came running in and escorted the guy away from the camp. A few months later we saw on the news that they caught this serial killer in the area. It was him, still wearing the yellow rain coat. The thought of what would have happened if we followed him into the woods that day still gets to me.
This sounds like some trippy IT shizz to me.
Me: *has my foot hanging off the bed*
**Starts listening to these stories**
Also me: *_nOt TOdAy SAtAn_*
I can never ever having any part hanging off the bed when it's dark. I read this old urban legend about people losing their hands and feet after they were seen sleeping with them off their beds. In all truth I think it was a true story from the times of Hansen's disease (Leprosy).
Im literally laying with a sword in my bed at 1:40 in the morning cause these stories put me on edge
I heard a story similar except you wouldn't lose a limb, you would get dragged under the bed
Why do USA people always saying, not today Satan? I mean, is a other day alright?
I swear everytime my foot is out of the blanket cuz I'm boiling hot, I give up 5 minutes later and just cover my feet because I can't. Even though I sleep on the top bunk.
I read a story on a different thread were OPs mom was shopping at a mall and some man asks if she ever wanted to do modeling. She said no. Later she saw the man's face on the news. It was Ted Bundy.
Oof, that must have been quite a shock :^
I feel like my mom told me this same exact story!!! wth!!
The one story that just breaks my heart whenever my mind somehow wanders to it, and I wish I could just fucking forget is a part of the Christopher Watts family annihilation.
He said afterwards that his two little girls both revived after he thought he had suffocated/ strangled them at the home before finally killing his wife and unborn son.
He effectively had to murder them twice. He had a chance to let them live, to spare them.
The thought of those two tiny children, trapped, traumatized, in pain and terror...it changed me.
I have a now 2 year old granddaughter. She was about 3 months old when this happened.
I always wondered why he put their bodies into the oil batteries and thought it had something to do with his hatred of a very small child's way of being useless to a narcissist.
No.
It had every thing to do with his fear of them coming to again...
I hate that I know this.
That’s horrible.... 😭😢
@@bobcat24 it is.
Most men would die in order to protect their families...
I remember hearing about this. I've heard it so many times I dont even bat an eye.
@@mauricethegecko9700 I’ve never heard the story which kinda surprises me considering my macabre curiosity. Whats an oil battery btw if you could please and thanks.
@@michaelwhittaker5624 First of all, here's an article about it. Probably a 5 or 10 minute read, depending on your reading speed:
www.nytimes.com/2019/03/07/us/chris-watts-confession-tapes.html
I don't know where the battery thing came from. They were dumped in an oil tank. I suppose in his industry, the tank may have also been called a battery, but ultimately it's just a big metal tank where oil is stored. I hope this helps! 🙂
That one story about the man with the map reminded me about something that happened to my Grandpa.
He was serving in the military during the Vietnam War. One night, he went out gambling with a couple of his buddies. He ended up winning a lot of money. His friends that he was gambling with got upset, and demanded another gamble in an attempt to win back their money. At this point, it was getting pretty late, so he said no. The next morning, he's given an awesome job--his supervisors or whatever want him to test out a new plane they had invented or whatever (i don't remember what exactly happened, but i know that he was supposed to fly a plane). He agrees, but when he leaves to get into the plane, his buddies from the night before show up, and guess what? They want their money back. This time, they're NOT LETTING UP. They're blocking him from leaving and all that. So he agrees, and asks someone else to fly the plane instead. So anyways, he and his friends start gambling. When they finish, (i don't remember who won) he realizes that his friend should have finished the test flight by now. So he goes to the runway and asks where his friend is. The people on the runway look at him and tell him that his friend is dead--the plane has exploded midair while he was flying. The story gives me the chills each time, just the idea that if his friends didn't demand a rematch, he wouldn't be here, and neither would I, or anyone in my family.
Damn
I was 13 years old when this happened. I was walking home from school after being dropped off by the bus. I noticed that there was a black truck parked on the side of the road when I got off, and it was trailing me home. When I got to my driveway, it stopped and my aunt’s boyfriend got out. He receives a call and starts talking to someone named Denise. While he talks to her, I run to my house and lock the door. He keeps talking, then hangs up and stares at my house for a few minutes before climbing back into his truck and driving away. He and my aunt told me he was just trying to “take care” of me and making sure I got home safe, but I feel like if it weren’t for Denise I would have been raped or kidnapped that day. To this day I avoid him at family gatherings. I wish I’d called the police.
how old are u now? does he act like nothing happened?
My dad worked for State Highway for 40 years, and one story I know of was when he responded to a car wreck that had been on fire. One of the newer people to the job said "That seat looks a lot like someone's head." My dad responded with "It is." The victim had been so badly burned his skin looked like black leather, and he had assumed it was just a black headrest.
One time when I was in middle school, there was an announcement and the princibal said a red jeep had taken 2 children the day prior and we were all freaked out. When I walked back home that day a red jeep came by and slowed down getting closer to me and I ran as fast as I wver have in my life. Needless to say that was the scariest moment of my life.
Man that firefighter story sounds like a typical nightmare for me
@BEN DROWNED well yeah but I don’t ever except to wake up to see my mom and dad’s lifeless heads next to me
“My grandma in WW2 used to steal potatoes and coal from Nazis.”
That’s a pretty cool grandma.
Yeah, kinda jealous ngl.
My mom (who was pregnant with my sister) my dad and my brother and me lived in Philly in Naval housing back in 1985 bc my dad was in the Navy. I was still an infant and my brother was only 2 1/2 so neither of us remember this but the story goes like this:
My brother had his own room at the end of the hall. Every night just about, at midnight, my brother would wake up screaming bloody murder and my mom would go in his room to console him and help him get back to sleep but in the morning when my mom would try to ask him why he was screaming the night before he wouldn't answer. This went on for months. My brother had a closet in his room that he absolutely loved to play in ALL THE TIME so my mom had to clean it out often and vacuum and such. Every time she did she would find gobs and gobs of dog hair. Well one night, at midnight of course, my brother runs down the hall screaming and jumps into my parents bed and says there's a man in my room and he's always watching me! So of course my parents jump up and my dad grabs his shot gun and hurries to my brothers room just to find no one whatsoever! So while my father is checking all the locks my mom is asking my brother about this "man" he sees at night. So she asks "do mommy and daddy know this man? Or is he a stranger?" My brother says "no he's a stranger" keep in mind of how young my brother was. So my mom asks "what color is the man?" My brother says "he's black" so my mother then asks "what does his face look like?" He said " mommy, the man doesn't have a face" WTF!!!! So at this point my mom is scared out of her mind and my father is right there with them so my dad asked " but you said he was black?" My brother was worried that they wouldn't believe him so he says " he is black but doesn't have any skin" omfg!! So obviously my brother no longer stayed in that room anymore. But it gets creepier. My aunt comes to visit so my mom put her in "THE ROOM" and when my mom got up in the morning my aunt was sleeping in her room on the floor! She said she felt like someone was watching her all night and couldn't sleep in there bc she said she didn't feel safe. She said she felt that if she went to sleep in that room that she was not going to wake up. So yeah that's one scary and VERY TRUE STORY I will NEVER EVER forget.
Weird
Kremit The Frog That’s horrifying 😨
Oh, I have one room like that here at home, it's "my room"(I don't really sleep there), there's an old wardrobe here, whose last owner had a miscarriage, because of that there's some type of negative energy sticking out of this wardrobe that seems attracts nasty things as well; no one can sleep on that room, I frequently feel someone watching me when I'm there, an old plastic skeleton I had there moved to the side of my bed to the door (and no one at home moved it, how that thing moved across the room like that IDK), some old electronic toys turns on (once an old toy keyboard/piano started playing without batteries too, I had removed the batteries myself 2 days earlier because they were leaking) and my older cousin once saw a black thing at night, completely covering the corridor wall, getting out of that room
We had a "Floor Model" big-screen TV from when I was growing up. (Through the 80's and ealry 90's)... In our current house, we'd thought it was a rampant use of "power dumping" in CB's (popular illegal practice out here)... Basically, interference from "bleed-over" seemed to cause disturbances (usually just annoying)...
Then, just to get some sleep, I unplugged the TV. About midnight, it TURNED ON in the middle of "Aliens", and Sigourney Weaver (Ripley) was speaking with the kind of voice you'd expect of the unfortunate offspring of a chainsaw and a big diesel truck...
I got bitched about screwing with it, until I picked up the plug end of the power cord to show off... "I'm good at electronics, but NOT that f***ing good!" ;o)
Where did that dog hair come from? Other dimensional dog hair….or maybe it wasn’t from a dog I don’t know but damn that is one of the creepier closet stories I’ve heard in a while…..
One story I have is more of “a thank God I’m alive” story, but I still get chills remembering it. My boyfriend and I were hiking the Tatra mountains last summer. We decided that we wanted to go up to a different peak, but a little ways up my gut kicked in and told me to get off of the mountain. My boyfriend wasn’t happy about it, since we really wanted to see that peak, but we decided to go down anyways. When we were almost off of the mountain, a thunderstorm struck and it was pouring. We got back to our place and saw we had a lot of missed calls and messages on our phones since we didn’t have any signal on the mountain. It turns out that the mountain peak we wanted to go to (Giewont) was struck by lightning, killing some and injuring hundreds. We just looked at each other for a bit in silence. I’m still thankful for that gut feeling to this day
OMG the first one was so creepy that's why I'm constantly looking around me and behind me when I walk anywhere or when I'm anywhere ever
There once was a person that invented 2 ads after another that aren't skippable 😳 😳
man i will never forget that day...
turtlebomb cat attack yeah that but im dutch and was tired so i couldn’t think right. Sorry😓
Imagine
Omg can you imagine the ads being 5 minute long each. Just thinking about it makes me shudder.
@@uwillnevernoewhoiam Cinema😅😂 or idk if ur american u might not have an hour long ads in ur movie theatres 😂
6:19 and this is why children are usually the most pure beings in this world and should always be protected. this kids parents raised him right.
Omg that holocaust survivors one made me burst into tears.
I have a potentially chilling tale: when I was a girl of about 11 or 12, I was waiting at a bus stop near my school. The suburb my school was in was semi-rural, though calling it conveniently close to the city but otherwise completely rural would also be an accurate way of describing it. The suburb was 'close' enough that everyone new everyone else.
Two guys in a ute (pickup/lorry for American/UK readers) pulled over and asked if I wanted a lift to school. My instincts told me to hang on to the bus stop pole right next to me. Despite my refusal to get into ute, they kept insisting that they would drive me to school. I was near a general store at the time but I was too scared to run in. I was
slowest running kid at the school at the time, as my classmates were wont to inform me.
My friend's mum pulled up behind the ute and asked them what they were doing. They didn't even bother asking and just drove off. If it wasn't for her (or the bus showing up on time for once) my body could be out in the middle of nowhere somewhere on someone's private property. Looking back now I have no doubt these guys intentions were entirely suspect. No one knew who they were, so they were transients to the and probably weren't local. THINGS THAT MAKE YOU GO HMM...
@Adrian Reyes I'm still a girl? Where do I become a boy?
I knew someone in elementary or middle school who had witnessed his father's death in an accident. Guy had been working in a semi truck doing something, the door fell down and decapitated him. Kid was never the same again. I remember him being spacey and staring a lot and not talking much. When he did talk, it was slow and he didn't make a lot of sense.
When I was 13 or so, my best friend told me this story. It’s fake as heck I think, but it’s still scary to think about.
A girl is asked to babysit for a new family. She’s never been there, never met the kids, but she only has to be there when the kids are asleep, so she can do whatever so she takes the job. She meets the parents who then tell her goodnight, see you around midnight. They all go outside and they all wave and say goodbye.
When the girl comes back in she gets some snacks and turns to the livingroom to watch tv. There is a life-size clown sitting on the tv cabinet, and she is freaked out by it, but she can’t just move around the furniture so she just sits there, watching tv, trying not to glance at the clown statue.
After an hour or so, she gets really freaked out by the clown and she can’t take it any longer, so she calls up the parents. She asks: ‘hey, I am sorry to bother you on your date, but your clown statue is terrifying, can I please move it as long as I’m here?’
The mother shrieks and there is a silence on the other end of the line. Then the father yells: ‘get out, take out my babies, we don’t have a clown statue! We’ll call the police, get out!’
After the police areive and do some research, they conclude that the clown was drunk and high and had gotten himself there from a birthday party. He had wandered into the house when the parents and the babysitter were outside. The babysitter was too scared to come back again tho, so that was the first and last time she ever babysat there.
Yeah that’s an old ass one. It was just tossed around a bunch
This is almost the same story that was going around my school when I was like 11! Only the clown was in their bedroom, and it ended up murdering the kids and the babysitter. It was told like a campfire ghost story. I wonder if it was initially based on a true story?
definitely heard this story before!! totally forgot about it
I’ve heard dozens of variations of that story.
Some replace the clown with something else, like a stone statue or something.
The breendonk story gave me chills, I live less than a km from it
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@@mha.deku_midoriya_izudeku5505 Your name is kinda sus
@Johnny Sins
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I got bigger chills from the story about the girl getting lost in the Catacombs
Johnny Sins What’s wrong with gay?
The story about the boy who survived the eartquake was the one that gave me the most chills, I almost cried
The second story (the one where the uncle is a firefighter) reminded me of something.
At my work where we work with families with young children, we had a day all about car seat safety. We even brought in a firefighter. He told us about how important it is to secure the car seat and how if the child is an infant, it should face the back. He told us about the time when they were called to a car accident where the accident caused the baby (less than 1 yr) to lean forward so much that the car seat unbuckled. The little girl basically flew forward and her head got stuck between the glass and dash (I believe that's that its called). The baby's head was basically smashed in and she died. I heard this story years ago and I still think about it all the time .
the one about the catacombs, ugh. its one of my fears to get lost in caves or shit like that. even reading it and thinking about it i get sick and scared. i have really high empathy and im a sensitive person to begin with so stories like this hit me hard. i dont like being good at putting myself in others situations, especially scary ones. it makes me a better and nicer person but i still dont like the feeling. its almost like im experiencing it too and like i dont wanna feel like shit or scared but i wanna support the person, make em feel better or whatever. stories like these are why i dont do shit like sky diving or spelunking or even camp in a place that isn't a campground. maybe it makes me miss out on some fun shit but to me its not worth the risk. the one about the german grandma, 99% guarantee it was people in those train cars, horribly tortured and dying people being taken to the concentration camps.
also how the fuck and where the fuck do you need to be, to take genocide as a high school class??? the only thing we got was "french of spanish?" and that reunion and the fact they lived 4 miles from each other. as they say: "small world!"
The one with the guy and the license plate; what a legend
22:00 I was terrified they were gonna say he fell into the baler or something, cause my dad says he has nightmares about falling in since he used to work on a farm as well. He says his nightmares are horrifyingly vivid
I was looking through my Nana’s photos from years ago literally yesterday and on one photo their was a woman who was stabbed to death by her ex boyfriend
He waited outside her house and her dad tried fighting him off but had his finger cut off from the knife
I also came across a photo of a guy friend of my nana and grandad in a pub and it was the last photo taken of him goofing around, the last photo take before he died. It’s crazy to think about the photos you have and how one day a photo could be your last
22:03 had same happened on our farm, I was ripping ( plowing dirt ) amd it was 3am in the late fall some gaint dog thing watched me for.a few rounds and when I turned out of my way to point my tractor lights at it, the thing just stared then walked away.... nobody believes me, I don't 100 belive myself either i was really tired
I love the nazi guard hit by shovel story!
Where I used to live when I was ten, my bedroom window faced a sidewalk with a streetlight above except it was crap and never worked, us kids were always told to come back in before dark because the lights on that street wouldn't work (behind that sidewalk was a small patch of an old forest that got torn down for a playpark next door) and me and my at the time six year old brother would wait until the sun came up to leave the house and go to the park but instead of walking around the patch of trees we'd go through, always letting my parents where were going. I was watching my brother as he played with some kids from our neighborhood when I noticed the dude pushing what I assumed was his young daughter on the swings watching me. I figured he had another kid who was playing on the four-square behind the bench, which was occupied by screaming seven year olds. So I just ignored him but not even like five minutes later he stopped pushing the little girl (but he was still looking at me) who complained loudly "mommy that mister stopped pushing me" and started to walk to me. Immediately I knew he had no kids. I grabbed my brother off the rockwall and told him we had to home for lunch (it was even 12pm yet) so my brother started to cry as I dragged him through the trees. I told him to shut up and we got to our street I ran inside with my brother. Thinking the dude didn't see us after that point. We spent the rest of the day drawing an ocean in chalk in our concrete box of a backyard which at the top was fenced off and had a staircase leading to the gate where we kept our car which after I told my brother to draw the sand, the only time I spoke, it rattled. So I told him we'd pick up tommorow and went inside. That night I was putting my glasses on the windowsill when I saw a figure emerge from the woods, only reason? The streetlight was working.
That last one freaked me out too much
Same and the Subaru one as well
and how the music went from scary to happy...
Thank you- that was the only one that hit my 'hell no' button.
That and maaaybe the tractor lights story.
Because I'm assuming whatever it was it had to be 12ft to block them.
elderwolves Maybe it was a dinosaur.
I was almost shot twice... first time as an toddler with an air rifle from some random dude shooting at birds, and the other time at age 10 while driving on the Highway (Autobahn) an some Hunter shot in the tire right next to me... WTF
A story that stuck with me was a guy describing an inpressive tattoo he saw on a man's torso except he couldn't ask where the man got it because he only saw it as the torso, sans head was being put in a bag after he was hit by a train...
did you mean man?
The story about the guy's grandpa in Vietnam reminds me a lot of a similar story my dad told me a couple of times about a friend he had who was also in the Vietnam War. Apparently he was walking through the jungle with other troops when he bent down to adjust his boots or tie them or whatever. Just as he was doing that, someone ahead of him triggered a booby trap or something that set off a grenade. My dad's friend (the one who was bent over at the time), got hit with a little shrapnel but ultimately avoided the brunt of the blast and survived. Not sure if the guy is still alive today though.
I wanna hug the guy that lost the dog, too.
I think it was an Australian or NZ story, about a lady who had her toddler in a booster seat in the front passenger seat of the car. There had already been a few PSAs about not doing that, should an airbag go off it can seriously harm the toddler because they are not big and/or tall enough to take the impact of the front passenger airbag. I still can't be sure if this was a real story, or a legend that came about because of these PSAs.
Anyway, she crashed, the airbag went off, and the kid was straight up decapitated by it.
Honestly that one where something stood in front of the tractor lights was probably some birds landing on top of it.
Could’ve been but one would think a farmer who routinely tends to some, or many animals would know the difference. Spending most of his waking life outdoors in daylight and moonlight (as tending to a farm requires) would have a farmer exposed to and familiar with much of the wildlife native to his local area especially a seasoned farmer. Also the majority of birds are diurnal and the few that are not (in America) don’t exactly flock together (Owls). There are nocturnal birds and several birds that migrate at night so it's plausible that it could’ve been a flock of birds, but does not seem probable considering the behavior patterns of those bird species…not to mention landing so close to an active human being as birds stay well away from people. One might argue that the birds were attracted to the insects that might be attracted to the tractors lights, but the sound of wings flapping and shadows cast about while catching insects would have been unmistakable. Whatever it was it was big or tall…..maybe it was Big Bird…..Larry Byrd?
@@michaelwhittaker5624 Larry Byrd... Lol! This one had me laughing so hard! 🤣😂🤣😂 I thought of birds too, but even before reading your reply, which is really well thought out by the way, I knew that couldn't be it. In addition to everything you said, I'm guessing the sound of the tractor engine would be enough to keep birds away. Plus the lights were completely covered, and I don't know the size of the lights because it varies from tractor to tractor, but even beyond that, the lights would probably be too hot for a bird to rest on... Whatever it was, let's just be grateful the man made it home. 🙂🙂🙂
Thanks@@bubzilla6137
Im confused on how he didn’t hear anything. Like if there was a flock of birds he would have heard them. If it was some giant beast he would have heard it.
im still kind of lost.. what was "it" supposed to be that was blocking the tractor.?
My grandma use to go on her knees and wrists and rolled her eyes up and my older sister when she was younger enjoyed this and laughed
My great grandfather fought the Japanese in WWII, he was the only survivor in his platoon
Do you know any more about his story? If you do you should share it.
12:40 another documented sighting of Tallcow, the tormented spirit of a cow thats really tall
Ah yes, Long Horse, Tall Cow and Wide Sheep
@@benjamincooper358 Deep Chicken
Wait where
when i was in 8th grade, a high school senior died. some of her organs were donated. her heart went to a 9 year old girl. after like 2 weeks of recovery, someone brought the senior's picture to the girl. she wasnt told who it was, but she said that it was her guardian angel. when asked how she knew her "she's been in my dreams lately"
How beautiful. I'm so glad that that family's loss became another family's hope because of the incredibly difficult choice that they made for their own daughter.
This story is my brothers story. So my brother was just enjoying his class minding his business but then a shooter came into his school. They all follow the normal safety process. Until a knock came to his classes door. He grabbed his scissor and dispite what the teacher told him he opened the door and very quickly stabbed the man in the neck and then grabbed his gun and shot him in the face two times before he died. But when he dropped the gun on him it fired and shot my brother in the fat lump around the hip, whatever that is. He still has the scar to prove it.
If you ever want your blood pressure to drop like a rock in the ocean, by all means.
That last one was the scariest out of all of these...
probably why they left it to last :/
I don't understand the hay bale story. What was the "something" blocking the father in? And did they just stand there for hours?
Like another person said: It was probably some birds
He didn't KNOW what it was, that's the whole point. All he knew was it was something big enough and/or positioned just right to block lights up that high.
Fear of the unknown is a powerful influence on the human mind.
Frozen Soul fear of the unknown is the most amazing fear imo it has the ability to completely control us.
Sosig that really doesn’t make sense to me. If the light was around 10 feet above the guy to see what he was doing, that would mean whatever blocked the light had to be doing it from an angle facing downwards, and the birds I’m familiar with don’t perch like that.
Frozen Soul Tell me, what do they do that high up on the tractor? Light up slender mans forehead?
The WWll ones are the ones that get to me. Mainly the train one, that is just awful.
I still don't understand what could have been caught under the train, but I sure as heck don't want to
man i kinda hoped that the second to the last one was him saving him self some how and he had finally figured out that he could time travel
My mom attended University in Mexico City during the early-mid 1980s and HATED her classes. One of the reasons was because her school was on the other side of the city which resulted in her commuting 2 hours via underground train and bus. Which meant she would have to get up at like 4:30 am to arrive on time for her 7 am class.
At the time she was also living with her family bc in Latin America kids tend to stay with their parents till they get married and move out.
Well one morning in 1985 she woke up as usual at ass o' clock in the morning and zombie shuffled her way over to the bathroom to take a shower to start her day.
She was in the shower, naked, and about to turn on the water when something inside her told her,
"fuck it, I'm staying home and skipping today's class."
She put her PJs back on, shuffled back to her bed and fell back into blissful sleep.
She then awoke at 7:19 am to her room violently shaking and her sister yelling at her to get under the door frame. It was an 8.0 magnitude earthquake.
After a few minutes the shaking stopped and she mom ran outside to see her street in chaos with a couple destroyed buildings.
She, without thinking, ran down the street to the apartment complex where her friends lived. When she arrived she couldn't see the buildings, only a pile of rubble and her friends nowhere to be found.
Later during the day she found out that the subway tunnel she usually took had completely collapsed and the phone lines where obviously dead. It was a while before they were able to contact the other side of the city.
So if my mom had been a good uni student and went to class she would've either been crushed in the subway collapse or been trapped on the other side of the most populated city in the world with no way to contact her family or friends for days on end.
That little boy from China is 100% a hero. He deserves every single hero award available.
_"...but the lights were 12 feet high."_ My jaw dropped open.
Firefighter story reminds me of ~that one scene in Final Destination 2~ and is why I always avoid trucks carrying loads like that. That movie made me paranoid and that story does not help.
me too....when driving behind or next to a truck...i always try to go past them....Those movies messed me up....
Same same.
Actually happened to a classmate of mine about 10 years ago. Log came in through the windshield and hit her. She was fine, but roughed up badly and I think had to wear a neck brace for awhile. Til this day, that still freaks me out and I never drive behind those kind of trucks.
Not a scary story but when i was younger in school there was a bomb planted next to a park next to my school so we were under lockdown and my class was closest to the park and turns the fire and lockdown alarm system was faulty and we left our class for lunch then on our way to lunch my class was surrounded by police officers and a helicopter overhead and they thought we were being held captive by the people who planted the bomb when the bomb was disposed of we were questioned why we were out and the teacher told the police and school no alarm went off we were close to be shot because the helicopter reported that the teacher was what looked like a gun she was holding a guitar case as if it was a baby in the end the school changed our classroom to what used to be the teachers break room since it happened during a week before spring break it’s confusing but I don’t really remember it that well
Im a tough dude. But the dude having his dog put down after losing his kids and the kid that survived the earthquake and helped his class made me tear up at work at a steel mill..man
A chilling one: my grandpa is a medic (89 years old at the moment), when he was rather young he got stationed as part of the regional government's personnel in a town. At this time the long-ass conflict in my country had been brewing for years and a lot of things had already happened, this detail is relevant to the story. There, he befriended a man, I don’t remember who he was or what he did at the moment but the fact is that you had to somewhat thread with care, specially if you were from the party that wasn’t supported locally, seen as a local leader or a government employee (and the ones you’d normally think about: bureaucrats, members of the executive branch like mayors, and so on). The thing is that one day my grandpa had a pleasant lunch with his friend and this friend had to go off somewhere. For some reason, maybe he was dressing like the mayor or he was perceived as a target of the sorts, when he was in this part of the jurisdiction of the town (I bet my ass that it was in the rural part of the jurisdiction of the town), they believe he’s the mayor or a target and by they I mean someone (or potentially some people, paramilitaries that acted on behalf of the governing party and guerrilla linked with the opposition party were very characteristic of this first stage of the conflict) , shot him. Maybe he arrived alive, maybe he didn’t, but guess who had to deal with this? Yep, as the local medic + being an employee of the regional government in their public salubrity and health branch, my grandfather had to fucking do the autopsy of his friend, the one who had just had lunch with him that very day.
IDK what country you're from, but I had to ask what resources do y'all have the the USA wanted?
@@michelewalburn4376 nah at the time there was a sort of indirect civil war between the two parties which had been promoted by the murder of the presidential candidate of one of the parties. The previous election his party had been divided between him, the popular candidate and the oficial party candidate, thus, the opposing party, that some 16 years ago had been running the country 50 years, returned to power, but they feared that with the other party united under the popular candidate, they would win the election, therefore they sent someone to kill him and succeeded, officially the murdered has never been linked to the party that sent him but we all know this is the truth, something that sparked the conflict. However, I should point out that our position is strategical in the country and that the US intervened in an independence war and robbed us territory in order to get control of the Panama Channel
When i was about 8 or 9, and my older brother was around 16, he took me on a long drive in the woods with his friends. When we were about 30 mins from my house, we looked down the empty dirt road we were driving on, so we didn't have to deal with the highway we took a dirt back road, we saw a man, and not just a normal man either, face normal, but mouth open too wide. Oh god thinking back is making me scared af, his mouth was open so wide and he was just smiling, looking at us. My brother slowed down and opened his window to say hello. Then he saw the face, froze for a sec, then full speed drove backwards till we were home, who tf was that guy and why was he there still scares the shit oughta me to this day. Also, the man had a red jacket and blue jeans, i dont think he had shoes but i can still see his face perfecty in my mind.
I was almost kidnapped as a baby in the hospital. I don't remember it obviously, but it's crazy to think about how different my life could be now if it had happened.
that firefighter story was one of my childhood fears. i remember one time my dad hit a moose and i shaking and crying the rest of the hour-long car ride❤️❤️anxiety tingz
The happy music at the end jump scared me. Out of all the stories, the scariest thing was the music at the end
My dad is a cop, the kind that took the pictures at crime sceenes. 10 years ago when he only had 6 years of experience he went on a scene of a horrigic car accident the thing that scared my dad was in one of the three cars in the accident there was a little boy and his dad the boy was at least 2 years old he was split in hald, the top part of his bosy was on the windsheild and the bottom was nowhere to be found, after an autopsy report the police found out that the boy was cut in half prrior to the accident and the parents were the ones who did it and they were driving arround for a day or two with theyre childs top half.
When my father told me this story he had a look ill never forget
Btw my spelling is horrible, im not american sorry
Holy shiz, that’s mad
You mean he was apart of the forensics. That’s not a cop.
@@brianisme6498 i couldnt remmeber how to say that in english 😂
Brian Is Me Also, if they were driving around with his body for a day or 2 they wouldn’t need an autopsy report to notice that he died before the accident.
Amar Depending on the time of year.
I could never, ever do a job like firefighting, I don't have the stomach for it, all these stories are so sad :((
My dad is a retired fire chief. When I was a kid with no concept of mortality, I'd ask about thing's he had seen. I didn't figure out until I was an adult, why he made jokes about deaths. I thought it aas kinda messed up. I realized that's how he had to cope with all the grotesque things he's seen. He had depression from it.
Two stories that stand out:
Two guys speeding in sports car. They go flying off the road and somehow hit a billboard (I think). Anyways...he said the crash had kinda sliced the top of their heads. So you could lift them up like a cap/lid. They were both alive, not going to make it obviously. They were kept alive for possible organ donors.
Some guy in a parking lot. I think he fell or something? A car had ran over his head. It caused his brains to squish out the top off his head.
Yeah....you gotta separate yourself from shit. I couldn't do it. The last brutal video I saw (it was showed to me without context) has haunted me for almost a year. Fake gore it cool, real gore is terrifying and hearbreaking.
This is based off of a webtoon comic, So basically a few people (9-12) are all on a bus together. The bus crashes and only 7 of them live. They find an abandoned house and stay there for a few days... slowly they run out of food. One of them dies from a infection. They were unprepared... one of them is a doctor that happens to find some pills. There are 4 pills .. one of them is sick and three of them are fighting over the other pills. One of them says she won’t take a pill. They soon find two people that help the doctor over to their car... the two people are organ harvesters... the people who were fighting over the pills and the sick one die... the girl lives because she didn’t take a pill and she stayed safe somehow. She gets rescued and lives for a long time.
This one was good the dad bailing hay was creepy would like to see a part 2
3:14 my mom used to sleepwalk, except she didnt make sandwiches...She tried to take a piss in the fridge, dad almost let her too.
6:25 this makes me cry. It's sad and beautiful
My grandfather was at Pearl Harbor when it was attacked.He had hurt his back,and was at the hospital when the attack started.If not he would've been on his ship,and most likely dead.Then I would not be here.
8:04 that actually happened on my road I think 8 yrs ago. The father caught his wife cheating on him and he shot her with a shotgun, With their baby in another room eating cereal and the older kid still at school
My mom told me how she saw my great grandma’s first husband one time as she was sick, she started to reach out to him as if he was calling to her and her mom came home and slapped her hand. Every time she would reach her hand out her mom would slap her hand. Another time she was getting something from the basement and saw his chopped up body at the bottom of the stairs but others say it was his feet. I will be telling stories that creep me out. My uncle David when he lived with my great grandma was up in the middle of the night and in the Philippines it’s apparently a tradition to take a picture of their dead loved ones he saw his grandma and he heard her voices whisper in his ear “David” needless to say it scared him shitless and he stayed outside of the school till it opened (he lived across the school). Another one form my mom she was at her dads family’s house and a lot of them see a girl in a white outfit bouncing a beach ball in the basement and she saw it. My uncle Luke (who is a year older than me) told me this and he wasn’t sure if it was a dream or it was real but when he was little he saw a man in a bunny suit in the basement in his house all bloodied up holding a knife and a head.
It always scares me when I remember someone told me that “girls don’t poop”.
22:10 omfg 12 feet high lights? kinda sounds like siren head :0
What do you do with those headlights? Look at slender mans forehead?
Siren head your ass, I don't remember siren head having lights or being that short.
@@shunqiuwu7027 Haha that's funny 'cus I dont remember normal people being so invested in small things like that to try to make a person who's just minding their own BEESWAX to fucking make other people feel stupid.
@@shunqiuwu7027 do you think you would say something like that in real life, face to face? no. Do something else with you life instead of trolling other people on the internet please, thank you!✨✨✨
And yes, I would tell you that face to face in real life, even more fun watching your face :)
There are two things form 9/11 that I will remember until I die. The first was seeing a tidal wave of gray smoke coming at me and the second is seeing the first Tower fall.
Back during the cold war, there was a computer malfunction at a russian missile base, which made their silos open and the missiles start to launch. They tried and tried to stop it, but nothing worked until this one guy decided to target their own missile base. That made the computer abort the launch. That man saved the world that day.
I don't remember his name, sadly.
I do not in any way endorse what they're doing these days.
In my neighborhood when I was in kindergarten I used to play with this neighborhood girl named Hope, while my younger brother would play with her younger brother Corey. I remember going over to her house one time and it was very strange - neither of her parents talked to or greeted me and didn’t even look at me. Everybody seemed very sad and upset and the energy in the house was just very off putting. We went up to her room and there was holes in every single wall and even on her door. I remember asking her what they were from, but I don’t remember her answer. Anyway, a couple years later I seen on the news that while her father was in the hospital the mother killed Hope, Corey, and herself. I don’t think about it very often, but when I do it saddens me greatly.
I heard a story about a lady picked up a hitch hicker , she got him as close as she could to where he was going.. she bought him a hot meal , gave him a good amount of money to help him she also gave him her telephone number..
Well maybe a week are so later she gets a call from the hitch hicker, he asked her to never pick any one up again no matter what..then went in detail of what he was planning to do to her..
Her light blinded his darkness just long enough to help and get a way..
ngl the man and his dog one made me cry
I'm sorry but i'm just imagining somebody jumping off a very high building and then just bouncing back into the air like a rubber ball...
yo the dog one with the 2 sons got me crying
That dog euthanasia story almost made me cry.
Because 1, the poor man went through a lot of pain and sorrow.
And two, my dog is getting up there in age, and I fear the day that’s going to be her.
I used to live in an apartment. Near the kitchen there was this hallway leading to most of the rooms. Door on the left of hallway is the toilet. Door at the end of the hallway is my parent's bedroom. Door at the right of the hallway facing the toilet is my sister's room.
I slept in my parent's bedroom, so whenever I brushed my teeth, I would exit the toilet and turn left to the end of the hallway.
On this one day, I finished brushing teeth, and for some reason I turned my head right. There was a lady in a white dress standing at the end of the dining table opposite the kitchen. And the whole house except my parent's bedroom was dark. I saw her, froze for a second, and RAN TO MY PARENT'S BEDROOM. I was scared and I told my parents. They went out to check but didn't find anything. Parents thought I was imagining things. (I still thought that lady was in the house so instead of leaving the door open to their bedroom, they closed it)
Awoke next day to a mess in the refrigerator. A week later I saw a white dress in a box near our rubbish chute. I WAS SO SCARED. I DIDNT GET SLEEP FOR A MONTH.
I was a few years old when it happened so please be patient with me
When we were going to a family reunion, we were travelling and it was 3 am and we were going to a hotel thing and a red splatter was in the sign. We thought it was paint but someone told my brother it was blood and there were ghosts there. When we slept, i had a horrible time sleeping and heard noises outside. We saw a white-is woman apparition when we peeped out of the window.
Safe to say i had zero sleep
Not necessarily a freaky story. I sleep walk sometimes, like I actually do stuff in my sleep without remembering it. Most of the time it's just silly stuff, but one night my dad woke up bc wind was blowing in the house. He figured a door blew open or something, so he got up to close it. The front door was open, I was standing in the yard. He thought I was awake, so he asked me what I was doing. I later learned that my response was this: "Grandma's here." My grandma had died a few years prior. My mother and I have both had strange encounters with my grandma after her death. They stopped after we (as a family) visited where her ashes were scattered. My mom and I had been the only ones not present when they scattered the ashes.
The one with the people screaming on the train in world war 2 really got me. It took me a moment to realize what was happening.
19:36 "Actually, I'm more in the mood for McDonalds..."
I’m sorry if this sounds insensitive or inconsiderate but the Catacombs one isn’t that chilling and is 100% their fault. Anyone that thinks going into an underground maze without 1.) at least 2-3 backup lights AND batteries 2.) An 100% certain chance of finding the exit themselves (guide line, paint indicators, etc.) 3.) snacks and water bottles packed with them and 4.) a group of people above ground that know about your whereabouts, your own plan for exploring, and a plan if you’re gone for too long, simply is asking for something bad to happen.
Oh good but that last one really got me! I had a feeling it was going to be something like that because sometimes those vaults do leak or I have other issues so they're certainly not completely foolproof. But anyway it's still really sad and I'm glad that he got the message. Honestly quite a few of these stories had me getting the chills is myself
0:56 my blood just dropped giving me the cold impression wtf
That last one was like a nuke to my psyche.