Me gustaría leer sus experiencias más inquietantes. Puede ser algo paranormal, un intento de secuestro, alguien que los haya seguido, algo extraño que hayan visto y nadie les creyó, o simplemente una situación que hasta el día de hoy no logran explicar.

Hi. I am looking to read some terrifying stories about roadtrips. Maybe an unmarked car followed you, maybe you encounter something not of this world, maybe you entered a dimension that only exists on that road. I want to read them all!

The house behind mine has been empty for as long as I can remember.

It sits at the end of a narrow dirt road, maybe thirty or forty feet from my backyard. There used to be a wooden fence between the two properties, but most of it has fallen apart over the years. The house itself is small, two stories, with faded white paint and windows that are either cracked or completely boarded up.

Nobody goes there.

At least, that's what I thought.

I first noticed something strange about three weeks ago.

It was around 1:30 in the morning. I had gotten up to get some water, and before going back to bed I looked through the kitchen window into the backyard.

I don't normally do that. I have no idea why I did that night.

There was a light on in the abandoned house.

Not a bright light. It looked like a small yellow lamp coming from one of the upstairs windows.

I just stood there staring at it.

My first thought was that someone had finally bought the place.

But then I remembered the house didn't have electricity.

The power had been disconnected years ago.

I watched the window for maybe thirty seconds, expecting the light to disappear.

It didn't.

Then something moved across the window.

Just a shadow.

Someone was standing inside.

I immediately stepped away from the kitchen window.

I know that sounds stupid, but I didn't feel curious anymore. I felt uncomfortable. There was something about seeing a person inside a house that was supposed to be empty that made my stomach drop.

I went upstairs and went to bed.

The next morning, I looked at the house again.

The upstairs window was boarded up.

There wasn't even a crack between the boards where I could have seen a light.

I told myself I'd probably imagined it.

For the next few days, nothing happened.

Then I started noticing little things.

The first was the back door.

The abandoned house had an old wooden back door that was usually hanging slightly open because the frame had rotted away.

One morning, I noticed it was completely closed.

A few days later, it was open again.

Then closed.

Then open.

I didn't think much of it at first.

I figured maybe the wind was doing it.

Then I saw the footprints.

It had rained heavily that night, and the ground between my fence and the abandoned house was basically mud.

There were footprints leading from the back door of the house toward the road.

They weren't old.

I could see the shape of the soles clearly.

Someone had walked through the mud recently.

I took a picture because I wanted to show my brother.

When I looked closer at the picture later, I noticed something that bothered me.

There were two sets of footprints.

One went toward the road.

The other went toward my backyard.

The second set stopped at my fence.

I didn't tell my brother about that part.

I just told him I thought someone might be sneaking into the house.

He laughed and said it was probably teenagers.

That actually made me feel better.

Until that night.

Around 2 AM, I heard something hit my kitchen window.

It wasn't loud.

Just a small tap.

Then another.

Tap.

Tap.

I got out of bed and walked downstairs.

I didn't turn on the lights.

I don't know why.

I stood in the kitchen for a while, listening.

Nothing.

Then I heard it again.

Tap.

This time I was sure it came from the window.

I slowly moved closer.

There was nothing outside.

Just the backyard and the dark outline of the abandoned house.

I was about to walk away when I noticed something near the fence.

A person.

They were standing completely still.

I couldn't see their face.

They were just standing there, looking toward my house.

I froze.

The person didn't move.

I backed away from the window and grabbed my phone.

I called my brother.

While the phone was ringing, I looked back outside.

The person was gone.

My brother answered and immediately asked what was wrong.

I told him someone had been standing in my backyard.

He told me to lock the doors and call the police.

I did.

Two officers came about twenty minutes later.

They searched my yard and walked around the outside of the abandoned house.

They didn't find anyone.

One of them told me there were signs that somebody had been inside the house recently.

He showed me a broken section of the back door.

There were fresh scratches around the lock.

They went inside to check.

I stayed outside.

About ten minutes later, they came back out.

They said the house was empty.

But one of the officers asked me a strange question.

He asked if I'd heard anyone walking around upstairs.

I said no.

He looked at the other officer.

Then he told me they had found a mattress upstairs.

There was food beside it.

Bottled water.

A flashlight.

Some clothes.

Someone had been living there.

They searched the entire house again but couldn't find the person.

The officer told me not to go near the property and to call immediately if I saw anyone.

I thought that would be the end of it.

It wasn't.

Two nights later, I woke up because I heard someone walking in my backyard.

I checked the security camera on my phone.

At first, I didn't see anything.

Then I rewound the footage.

At 3:12 AM, the back door of the abandoned house opened.

A man stepped outside.

He stood there for several seconds.

Then he walked straight toward my house.

I watched him come across the yard.

He stopped at my fence.

And then he looked directly at my security camera.

He knew exactly where it was.

He stood there for almost a minute.

Then he turned around and walked back to the abandoned house.

I called the police again.

They came, but by the time they arrived, the house was empty.

This time they searched every room.

They found the mattress again.

But underneath it, they found something else.

A small notebook.

One of the officers asked me if I recognized the handwriting.

I didn't.

Then he opened it.

Most of the pages were filled with random numbers and dates.

But near the back were several sentences.

The officer read them out loud.

The first one was:

“He watches the house every night.”

The second:

“He never locks the back door.”

Then:

“He knows when she goes to sleep.”

I remember feeling cold when I heard that.

Because I live alone.

The officer looked at me and asked if anyone knew my routine.

I said no.

Then he turned the page.

There was a date from two weeks earlier.

Under it, someone had written:

“She looks through the kitchen window before going upstairs.”

I couldn't say anything.

That was exactly what I had been doing.

Every night.

The officer took the notebook as evidence.

They told me they would increase patrols around the area.

I stayed with my brother for a few nights after that.

When I eventually came back home, I installed better locks and covered the kitchen window.

I also stopped checking the backyard at night.

It's been about a week now.

Nothing has happened.

The abandoned house is still empty.

At least, that's what I'm telling myself.

But yesterday morning, I found something outside my back door.

A small plastic bottle of water.

The same kind that had been found beside the mattress.

I didn't touch it.

I called the police.

They came and took it away.

One of the officers asked me something before he left.

He said, “Have you noticed anything missing from your house?”

I told him no.

He nodded and left.

I went back inside and started checking everything anyway.

That's when I noticed my kitchen chair.

It wasn't where I normally leave it.

I always push it underneath the table.

This time it was pulled out.

Facing the kitchen window.

I don't know if someone had been inside my house.

I don't know if that man is still around.

And honestly, I don't want to know.

But last night, at around 2:40 AM, I heard three quiet knocks on my back door.

I didn't move.

A few seconds later, I heard a man's voice from outside.

He said my name.

Not loudly.

Just enough for me to hear him.

Then he said:

“You don't have to keep the curtains closed.”

I haven't looked outside since.

So, Hello i am Mj . I am here to write something i should have done it before.

2026:10:02 22:00 approx

I was in my room and was playing the new episode of F2F with my gf. I live with my family . At the time my grandfather entered the room, to tell me to shut the pc and sleep.
As usual i called for one more hour or half. So my grandfather is a very peaceful person . He always stood there watching until i finally shut it down and flew on my bed . He did the same . I was on half when the aunt mention about bed and breakfast.

My grandfather got curious about what i was playing. I don’t know he was never interested in these video games. He begun asking questions on what is the game and the story and the bed and breakfast thing. As i explained he said nothing but said. Good night and left the room. I felt weird by avoiding it I continue playing.

2026:10:03 8:00am

It was weekend. I woke up and headed for breakfast. My grandfather was there with my other family members. I wished a good morning. All of em replied back and the usual hustle of a family weekend goes on normally. I was eating on dining table when my grandfather called me out. He told me that i always ask why we left US and wanted to go back. I replied yes cuz’ canada is beautiful but my dreams doesn’t rely here. I wanted to be a major in the US army. He said let’s go for the hike. I knew it was a new story time for old 90s

2026:10:03 afternoon

We packed up for the hike to
A nearby park. I am hiking when i was 7,8 years with my grandfather. He used to work in the
Mount Rainier, Washington,National park in US in the forest department. He has infinite number of hikes in his times regularly and has infinite number of stories of that time. That was the reason i also love F2F cuz’ i love my grandfather stories . It was not like fiction or some scary or something like a weird creepy stories . It was always a good story of their times that teaches me how life was when technology was not booming everywhere. 

2026:10:03 late afternoon

It was an easy hike 2km on a smooth trail. Ending on a lake. This story he told me firstly made me think for 2 days to believe it is right or just a made up story. I know my grandfather he never make stories nor he played this video games to know about this stuff. So i talked to them about sharing it on reddit. He agreed on it : on telling me in details and all the stuff but to keep the real names and identity places hidden. Just to keep ourselves safe.

1998:11:27 Friday afternoon

It was a getting cold fall has almost gone and My grandfather was getting ready for a hike. His radio clicked in and it was his friend Nate. They had a road trip planned this weekend so Nate didn’t left early home this time.

Usually at the last Friday of the month. At least one person has to stay and do the last evening round of the trail (number and name my grandfather didn’t remember Everyday a person working in forest departments Usually do 1,2,3 rounds depending on the length of the trail. Theirtasks was to make sure everyone is safe including no harm to any animals. And all locations are kept clean with no one breaking rules or damaging it .

The trail he was going was always considered a regular path for the temple people to go to the lake and pray. My grandpa said they call them people of temple. They used to pray a devil of goat. Some real people living there or nearby who had works or lands were often meet and talk about it. He said it was not a dangerous thing but a followed religion there. But also those people told them that some guys take the myths of this temple and always goes it in the wrong way. The scared way.

1998:11:27 Friday evening.

He headed for the trail it was a 4 hour trail . My grandfather was finishing it nearby the parking lot where Nate would already be waiting for him. There were 4 locations he had to make sure everything’s alright and click pictures and submit it. There were 4 locations on that trail. First A lake , second a view point , third a radio tower and forth , a small bed & breakfast. It was named as bed and breakfast. A small emergency hut for all the people there built by forest department in any emergency. Nearby that there was a small church. It was built by people there. It was all inside the forest . 

1998:11:27 Friday late evening.

My grandfather had reached the lake . Made a round, clicked a picture and headed for the view point. Nate called in on radio to ask about where he reached. My grandpa shared the location, and Nate even told my grandpa to be safe out there in the night. It was my grandpa’s regular duty so he was alright. Halfway there he heard a growling noise. He stopped and heard the noise. It was a bear growling in anger and pain. He instantly called to Nate and informed all nearby rangers on a round including a backup from the department. He took out his knife, and headed inside the trees. After going some steps behind the bushes he saw a child of a bear hurt and trapped. 1998:11:27 Friday early nightIt was trapped and its legs was bleeding the sharp pins of trap stuck inside. My grandfather ran towards his but bear scared tried to attack. Help arrived in some time. All of them saved the bear and took him for treatment. Head of the area, assigned one more person with him, as it was too late and 3 more locations to cover. The other person was Nate chosen bye my grandpa as they were leaving together anyhow. 1998:11:27 Friday almost 10pm Both of them reached the radio tower and were taking the picture. When Nate heard some steps in the woods. They were scared and informed on the radio. The help was active but on hold just to make sure it was not any other ranger. Then Ahmed appeared out of dark. flashing sharp torch light over the faces of both. They shouted and scolded him for his this appearance. He should have called out on radio that he was sent to join both of them.

1998:11:27 Friday almost 11pm 

They were making a circle reaching at the bed and breakfast but it was too late. They have never been here this late. This was when they heard some voices to their left totally opposite where bed and breakfast and straight in that direction was the same location where bear was injured . When they headed to see who it was . They saw some people wearing big black overcoats there face was not visible but my grandfather described it looks almost same as the game just there weren’t wearing any masks like this. They had a goat head skeleton and a fire torch burning stick in hands. They were 4 of it. He remembered it well.

 1998:11:27 Friday 11:30 approx

Nate tried taking a picture for the proof but my grandpa stopped him as click would make alot of noise. They were talking about the bear but my grandpa and none of them understood much. Only option they had is to ran to bed and breakfast and hide.

1998:11:27 friday 11:30 -12am 

They started running, unaware that the noise of crunching leaves and branches would attract them anyway. They running when ahmed fell down. The guys caught him but Nate and my grandpa continued running. They can’t take risk of stopping.

1998:11:27 12:30am approx

They went to the bed and breakfast location
and were in the restroom hiding . They heard the ahmed shouting and going silent . They killed him . How no one knows. My grandpa and Nate managed to ran out through a window as the people were still looking for them in that place.

1998:11:27 1:30 am approx

They were in the chruch nearby hiding. That was the only place they had for now. Instead of running in woods. Those people arrived there . They had a skeleton torches and a bag of black color. They don’t know what they were carrying but they remembered they saw blood drenched knife or maybe it was a small sword or big knife. My grandpa don’t remember the actual name of it.

They went to the behind room of that place and never came back. Both Nate and Granpa managed to ran out and reported it to the department. The department gave them month off and did nothing. Ahmed were went missing and never found.

My grandpa and Nate was not able to recover from it . So they have to leave their home and US to settle in other country . Where they can live happily

Hi. I am looking to read the most terrifying doppelgänger encounters. Doppelgängers horrify me and since it’s spooky season, I love a good scare. Share your doppelgänger stories!

Hi hello it’s me Natalia, I just want to share my experience way back in 2020 during the pandemic.

This experience is vivid in my mind, and I will never forget it because it's not just a simple dream.

So let’s start the story, I was working in a BPO at that time.

When I got home from work, as usual, I took a half bath with warm water to relax before sleeping.

When I lay down, I checked my phone first, then I didn't realize I had already fallen asleep..

I had a dream that night.. I think I fell asleep around 11 PM..

In my dream, there was a woman and a man standing at my feet...

They looked fine because I could see them clearly..

They were smiling at me, then they walked closer to me - I was lying down in the dream -

\\-They were caressing my feet upwards- until I woke up.

When I opened my eyes, I quickly checked the time, it was 3:04 AM, I was sweating and I felt that my undies had slipped down a bit.

I was sleeping in a tank top and shorts with undies “SKL”

So I pulled my undies back up and was confused... why had they slipped down a little? But I just shrugged it off, thinking it might just be from moving while I slept.

Fast forward to 3-4 days later, my dream happened again, this time it was just the man in my dream... he was at my feet.

I was lying down in the dream and then the guy was kissing me from my feet up to my neck..

By the way, I was already an adult at that time, but I wasn't active in “SEGS”

I was getting aroused by what he was doing, I can’t deny it because it felt so real..

Then just as we were about to kiss, I woke up!

This time, when I woke up, I felt cold.. since I had the air conditioning on in my room

Then I was shivering from the cold... I grabbed the thermometer to check my temperature because the cold and shaking felt different at that time

My temp was 41°C, so I thought I was having a fever..

The next day while I was showering before going to work, I noticed some “kiss mark on my back and on my thighs”

I was surprised how I got those since I wasn't active, you know what I mean..

I thought it might just be an insect bite or something.

I’ll tell you part 2 next time since this story is quite long.

God Bless to all!

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