Beware Of Roofies
“Late one night I got a call from a friend I knew was out of town for a conference. My wife and I were in bed, just about ready to turn out the light. My friend was speaking gibberish, but panicked. She said she was bleeding; she had no idea where she was, then more gibberish. She asked my wife and me to pick her up from the airport. Her flight was cut short or something, and she was on her way back. I never got details on why. There was bad phone reception along with all the other confusion. So we hopped into the car to go pick her up.
This was about 11 p.m.
Halfway to the airport, she called again in absolute panic. She was sobbing over and over ‘I’m sorry! I’m sorry!’ and I said there was no reason to be sorry. I had no idea why she was so panicked. I told her it was okay, but she was phasing between sobbing and just gibberish. Also, she wasn’t flying back. She was in a hotel. We drove next to a mountain and lost the cell signal. But she sounded sure that she wasn’t flying back that night. The airport wouldn’t let her fly. They thought she had had one too many drinks.
So we turned around and tried calling her for an hour or so. She finally called us. She was in a dark hotel room two time zones away, not where her flight was headed, but at the layover location. She didn’t know if someone was with her in the room. Or maybe they had left the room and were coming back. She had no idea why she was there or what hotel it was. Normally, she was a very sharp woman. I had to walk her through the steps of looking on hotel stationery to get the name of the hotel and maybe the address.
I had to tell her to look on the phone for the phone number. And she was still sobbing and speaking gibberish. She said she was bleeding from her head and her glasses were broken. It was shocking and grim and so, so creepy to hear it coming from her, and not be able to take any command of the situation.
I called the police in the city where the hotel was located to get the cops to do a wellness check on her. They took her to the hospital. She had been roofied on the airplane and couldn’t tell us anything else about what had happened to her.
We picked her up from the airport the next day. She remembered little of it and seemed to be in complete denial, despite wearing the same clothes she left in and having blood smeared on her forehead and busted glasses. But I remembered the panicked calls and the helplessness. It bothered me for weeks, maybe months. It’s still one of the creepiest things I’ve experienced.”
The Man In The Woods
“I was on a backpacking trip on the Appalachian trail, and my dad and I stopped at one of the many public cabins. We set our bags down and joined the campfire. It was just us and a middle-aged Asian couple. We began talking, and I saw the sunset, so we didn’t expect anyone else to come. Nevertheless, this huge guy with long silver hair set his small pack down and joined the rest of us under the fire.
He was no shorter than 6-feet-8-inches, extremely muscular, and had his hair tied back into a ponytail.
We start talking, and he seemed very friendly. Then, my dad asked the man: ‘So, where are you from?’ No response. My dad repeated the question, thinking the guy didn’t hear him. Again, no response. The Asian guy asked the question, and suddenly, the big guy exploded yelling ‘I DON’T KNOW! I DON’T KNOW!’ He then took out a huge bowie knife and a whetstone and started sharpening it.
All of us decided to pack our stuff and book it to the next cabin, which was about seven miles away. It was a walk, but we eventually made it there, and there was a dirty hippy dude already there. He stunk but was harmless. We stopped at the campfire to hang out for a bit, then I saw a reflection out of the corner of my eye. I turned around and saw the big, silver-haired guy standing in the treeline, spying on us.
At that moment, I nearly went number two in my pants, because there was no way all of us could take him on.
He was built like a WWE wrestler. I let the other people know, and the Asian guy took out a weapon and told the man to ‘go off.’ The big guy stood there for a moment and silently walked off into the woods without making any sound. After that incident, we agreed to have someone keep watch. Since the Asian guy had a weapon, he volunteered while we slept. In the morning, I was so glad the big guy didn’t come back because the Asian man fell asleep.
That entire incident still gives me chills.”
The Blue Truck
“Recently, a friend and I were swapping our favorite horror movies. We were childhood friends that grew up in the same Detroit suburb. She said out of the blue, ‘I don’t know if you remember this, but the police started patrolling our neighborhood when we were in the second or third grade because when I was walking home from school two men in a blue pickup truck rolled down the window next to me and said ‘Hey girl, you need a ride home?’ And one tried to grab me.
I took off running, tearing through yards and I told my mom who called the cops and walked with me to the bus stop after that.’
I confessed that I was thinking about a time when my cousin Sean and I were wandering around the neighborhood like kids did in the ’80s. This blue pickup truck pulled up to us, and one of the two guys asked us to ‘hop in for a ride.’ Sean said ‘no thanks’ and instructed me to sneak into a neighbor’s back porch (luckily unlocked) and stay down.
I whispered I was afraid we would get in trouble for not asking the neighbor for permission, and Sean said, ‘Stay here and hide. Act like we went inside because we live here.’ One of the two guys GOT OUT OF THE TRUCK and went into the yard to look for us. We laid low. About 15 minutes later he left.
I look back on it now and think ‘what a close call.’
We lived near the area of the Oakland County Child Killer (though in a much poorer neighborhood than he targeted), and I’ve spent the last few nights reading about the case and thinking about that blue truck.”
The Dangers Of The Medical Hierarchy
“There was an ER physician who came to my med school to give a lunchtime talk. While he was there, he told a story about an event that happened when he was a resident physician working under a very well-respected attending.
A teenage girl came into the ER with all of the textbook signs of bacterial meningitis – fever, stiff neck, sensitivity to light, and a severe headache.
Bacterial meningitis is a medical emergency, it can and will kill an individual within 24 to 72 hours. There is a short list of bacteria that cause it, which can be identified by doing a procedure called a lumbar puncture, taking a sample of the fluid surrounding the brain and spinal cord by puncturing the space around the spinal cord with a needle.
However, if the patient is showing signs of increased intracranial pressure (from swelling around the brain), making an opening in the spinal column, even with a needle, can have the effect of opening a window on an airplane, and parts of the brain can actually be sucked through the bottom of the skull and herniate into the spinal column, resulting in death.
If patients are showing signs of increased intracranial pressure, treatment can start with broad-spectrum antibiotics without doing a lumbar puncture. There’s no reason that the causative organism needs to be identified before treatment.
The ER resident did a quick physical exam and noticed signs of increased intracranial pressure in the teenager.
He reported this to the attending physician along with his treatment plan which he planned on starting immediately. The attending physician ordered him to perform a lumbar puncture. He wavered a bit, but ultimately wanted to keep a good relationship with his attending, so he documented what he had found in the patient’s chart and then performed the lumbar puncture.
The patient’s brainstem herniated through the bottom of her skull and she died.
The theme, or point, of the talk, wasn’t about the dangers of the medical hierarchy or advocating for patients, it was about the importance of good documentation.
The physician, who at this point had been independently practicing for over 10 years, even stated with pride, ‘And guess who wasn’t included on the lawsuit brought against the hospital by the girl’s parents because of his excellent documentation?’
This hierarchy and these people still exist in medicine, and you have no idea when you receive medical care if you are being treated by one of them.
It’s frightening, the number of medical errors that are knowingly made every year because someone didn’t want to speak up or ruin their reputation, even at the risk of human life.”
“When I was 12, I saw two tourists struggling to communicate with the cashier at a bookstore in Indonesia. I’m bilingual, so I just hopped over and helped translate before going back to browsing my books.
After paying, one of the guys came over to thank me.
He wanted to take me out for dinner to repay me. Being 12, of course, I told him I couldn’t have dinner without my parents’ permission.
He went, ‘I’m sure you can sneak out, right?’
By now, I noticed his friend came up behind me, so I was boxed between them in the middle of two bookshelves.
My sister had already ducked under one and ran off, leaving me alone.
They were persistent and asked me if I could grab lunch or drinks instead. Ugh, I’m 12.
Finally, one of the salesgirls noticed something was off and came to ask if anything was wrong.
I got the heck out of there.
My sister and I went to another store, and suddenly, my sister started freaking out since they were right behind us. Okay, we thought, maybe it was a coincidence.
We went to a lingerie store.
They followed. Okay, we were being followed.
We ran to the store our mom was in, and the salespeople there called security. I thought they were slightly creepy at that time, but now that I’m older and holy crap they were super creepy.
Oh, and I’m Asian, so at 12, I looked 8 or 9.”
‘He Followed Me Off The Train’
“A guy followed me home from the train station once. I think he still knows where I live.
I got out of work and was waiting at the train station. I had my headphones in and was staring at the TV with the arrival and departure times.
This guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere, got close to my face, and asked me if I had a boyfriend. I said nothing and walked away. He looked and smelled homeless and had these big, crazy eyes that were darting around the room as he spoke.
He also had a stiff one and had gotten so close that he’d spit on my cheek.
I thought, there are weird people at train stations. Whatever. I’ll never see him again anyway and moved on.
After I got off the train, I took two buses and walked a few blocks to get home.
I focused on the podcast that I was listening to and wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. All of the buses were crowded. When I reached my stop and started to walk home, I noticed that the creepy guy got off the bus behind me.
There was nobody else around, so I ran home. When I got to my door and started to unlock it, he was standing at the end of my driveway. I was crying and fumbling with my keys. Then some of my neighbors pulled up in a truck, and I screamed ‘HELLO!
SIR! HELP!’ Then the creepy guy turned and walked away into the woods. I called the police, but they didn’t show up for a while. They had me write a statement but seemed uninterested. My husband left work early and came home.
We saw the creepy guy lingering around the neighborhood and walking past our house a few times in the following days, but he eventually stopped, and I haven’t seen him since.”
In A Concrete City
“Near where I live, there is this little place called Concrete City. It’s just this circle of empty concrete buildings that used to be homes to coal miners or something like that, but it is abandoned now, and some of the structures are crumbling.
It’s like a giant, concrete playground for young adults to smoke up, tag the walls, and play paintball.
A couple of friends and I were wandering around the place, and we started coming up on this parked car.
I could see two people in the front shuffling around, and I was just thinking ‘Oh great, we’re about to walk up on two people doing the deed’ but nobody else in the group seemed to pay it any mind, so I keep walking.
Then I noticed it was not a couple.
It was two big dudes in the front, staring us the down, sitting stock still and looking shady as heck. Still, we all just keep going and at this point, I was just glad we were in a group of five and still kind of worried we were about to get messed up.
As in, chopped to bits and spread around in piles.
Then I saw why I got this exact feeling. We were all right up alongside the car now, and I couldn’t help but glance in the back window. An open cooler filled with bloody ice, a second, closed cooler, probably filled with the same, and a pile of clear plastic bags.
I keep my mouth shut and keep walking. When we were just past the car, the engine revved up and those two dudes got out of there like the place of firey pits down below was behind them.
So it could be a couple of poachers, or maybe organ theft and somewhere in concrete city lay a man with a missing kidney.
I don’t know but it was shady.”
‘Hey Kids, Want To See Something Cool?’
“When I was a kid, my friend and I were walking into a nearby park just after lunch. As we entered, an older guy who was probably in his mid to late teens approached us. He asked if we wanted to see the armory he had in his trunk and we, of course, said no and tried walking away, but he grabbed my friend and tried dragging him toward his car.
We screamed for help, and he let go and ran off towards his car, a little while later a couple of police officers stopped us and asked if we had seen a teenager matching his description, so we told them what happened.
Luckily I had a great memory as a kid and remembered his license plate so after telling the cops everything they escorted us back to my place. A week later we found out this guy had abducted and physically assaulted six kids and ended up being tried as an adult instead of a teenager and is probably still in prison.
I still remember the incident pretty clearly.”
You Never Know Who’s Following You
“My girlfriend and I went to Wal-Mart one night at about 11:30. We parked close with only one spot open to us on our left. As we were slowly making our way down the grocery aisles, I happened to notice a guy out of the corner of my eye with no buggy or cart.
When I looked over he grabbed a box of something and stared intently at it; you know not the absent-minded ‘I am shopping’ kind of look.
I made a side note of it, and we continued down a few more aisles.
After seeing the man in our aisles and vicinity a few more times, I told my girlfriend that we should aimlessly wander around other parts of the store for a bit so I could gauge if my suspicions are correct.
About 30 minutes later, we ended up at the self-checkout and guess who was sitting on the bench in front of the self-checkout with no bags?
I think to myself, maybe a coincidence but maybe not.
As we left the Wal-mart, all of a sudden I got this feeling, told my girlfriend to stop and I abruptly stopped as well. When I turned around this guy had almost run into us because he was following so closely and we had stopped so abruptly.
He stared at me like a deer in headlights, and so did I because I couldn’t mentally process the implications of what he (presumably) intended to do.
After a brief deer in headlights moment, he kept walking like nothing happened and then got into a windowless white van that was now occupying the empty left parking spot next to my car.
This was a few years ago, and I still think about it a lot and what could have happened. There were too many coincidences for that to merely be my anxiety interpreting the situation as something it wasn’t.”
Do You Believe In The Supernatural?
“This was roughly about three years ago. Now to preface this story, I am not a believer in the supernatural/occult/magic/etc. My best friend, however, is. This is not fake; I did not make this up.
Where I grew up, there’s a road called Indian Cabin Road.
It’s a long road that intersects several other roads, eventually going from pavement to dirt after a bit. You eventually end up near a river in another town, but for a while, you drive through the woods with no guidance except for the dirt road since no phones get signal out there.
Now being from a small town, every kid knows about it. It’s almost a rite of passage. I know that if I were to walk up to any local at a Wawa convenience store and ask about Indian Cabin road, they’d immediately say ‘yeah, that place is haunted’ and leave it at that.
So anyway, my best friend and I decided to find it and drive down it the night of Halloween.
After searching our maps and finding the street it forked off of, we drove down in her Caprice thinking why the heck we choose the worst car in the world to go off-roading. She’s a firm believer in the supernatural, so the whole time she was playing up the fact that it was Halloween and that we were driving down the most haunted road in our town.
The entire time, I was rolling my eyes, trying not to laugh, because oh well, it was Halloween and I might as well enjoy the supposed spookiness of it all.
We ended up driving most of the road, without realizing it until we reached the part where the road was essentially a dirt pathway.
Not even 10 minutes later, my friend inexplicably stopped her car and said that she didn’t want to drive down anymore because her car couldn’t handle it. Before I could reply, I heard her say ‘horse-opera, what the heck is that?’ in the most bone-chilling, terrified voice I have ever heard in my life.
In the treeline, there was what only I can describe as this spinal, skeleton thing staring at us with glowing red eyes. It was on all fours, but its body was stretched out so that its back legs were bigger than it’s front.
It was pitch black outside at this point, but both her high beams and headlights were on so I am certain it was not a human in a morph-suit or an animal or anything in between. It stared – this inky black creature and started to move towards us.
Now in high-stress situations, I usually end up laughing to calm my fears, and at this point, I started chuckling, telling her it was just a wolf and that there was no reason to be scared. My friend immediately booked it out of there, repeatedly asking me what it was and what was happening.
All I kept saying and all I could say really was, ‘it’s just a wolf, it’s just a wolf’. I was legitimately scared, and to this day I have no idea what we saw.
We haven’t driven down there since and my friend repeatedly brings it up whenever I mention I don’t believe in the supernatural.”
This Is Not A Ghost Story
“I was 12 years old, and we were three kids sharing two bedrooms. So my dad decided to put up a half wall to make a third room. If I stood on my bed, I could see into my brother’s room. We were young and used to throw a ball over before falling asleep.
One night I was just drifting off when my mom tapped me on the shoulder and said, ‘pssst, what are you doing?’ I thought that was a weird question; obviously, I’m sleeping. So I turned around to answer her, only it was not my mom.
It was not a person. It looked like a 3D shadow of a man. Just black. I screamed while my eyes were closed, the figure disappeared.
My mom and dad came running into my room, I told them everything, they thought it was just my imagination, but they told me that if I was scared to sleep in the room with my brother.
I tried to sleep, but I was shook. My brother woke up once to use the bathroom upstairs and I pretended I was asleep. I didn’t want him to know I was still afraid. I heard him go into my room, right next door, climb on the bed (springs) and then just stopped.
I thought he was trying to scare me, so I looked up to show him I was awake and saw the figure again. Arms crossed with its head resting on his hands. Even though it had no facial features whatsoever, I knew it was looking at me.
I tried to convince myself it was just dark and was my brother playing a prank or that I was seeing things…then I heard the toilet flush upstairs.
It was just that one night. I never saw anything like it again, or even close.
But yeeeaarsss later, in my 20s, I was living alone and felt the tap on my shoulder. ‘Pssst. What are you doing?'”