3 TRUE Real Life Horror Stories That Are DISTURBING


When I was 21 I transferred to a college in
San Francisco. I checked out a room for rent on Craigslist. It was in a really nice two bedroom apartment. It was cheap rent and close to campus, so
it was the ideal spot. The girl who lived there was 29 and her name
was Beth. She was tall and wide, and she had jet black
hair and wore pale makeup. She seemed nice, although a little quiet. But she seemed to like me, and agreed to let
me move in. So far, so good. My first night there we went out for pizza,
and that’s when I could tell that something was a little bit off with her. Throughout dinner she kept telling me how
much I look like Shia LaBeouf. I didn’t know what to say, so I just shrugged
it off with a – Thanks? I mean, I look nothing like Shia LaBeouf,
so it just didn’t make any sense to me. When we got back home she asked if I had seen
her room yet. I said no, and so she took me to see it. Her walls were covered in posters of Shia
LaBeouf. She even had printed out photos of him all
over her mirror. She owned all his movies. I didn’t know what to make of it. It was creepy. The whole night she had been saying I look
like him, and now it’s obvious to me that she’s obsessed with the guy. A few weeks passed, and I never really saw
her that much. We didn’t spend any time together really. She would come home from work and practically
run to her room. She would spend the whole night in there. She had this creepy high pitched giggle, and
I would hear her giggling through the walls all night. I wondered what the hell she could possibly
be doing. Occasionally she would come out and talk for
like 2 minutes, and she would always be slurring her words – so I suspected she was drinking
a lot. Sometimes she wouldn’t say anything and she
would just stand in the hallway and watch me in the living room. I would turn and see her and be surprised
and say “hello beth” and then there would be this long awkward pause and she would give
out her creepy high pitched giggle. It was uncomfortable being around her. She gave me the chills. One night I woke up at around 2am because
I heard what sounded like the front door being unlocked. I came out of my bedroom, and all the lights
were off, but I could still see Beth standing at the front door. She had her face against it, and she was turning
the lock back and forth over and over again. And every time she turned the bolt she mumbled
my name!!! “Max Barker….Max Barker…Max Barker…”. Seeing her standing in the dark, and mumbling
my name, really freaked me out. And it doesn’t help that she kinda looks like
a bigger version of the girl from The Ring. I just quietly went back to my room and tried
to sleep. One night I was watching Gladiator and she
stumbled out of her room and turned on the living room light, forcing me to pause the
movie – which was annoying. She then asked me if I wanted to hear about
her ex-boyfriend. It was an uneasy segue into the topic, but
I just said sure and then awkwardly sat back to listen to her. Ten minutes into her story and she was so
riled up. She was screaming at the top of her lungs
about their breakup. I was worried that the neighbors were going
to call the cops – and she wasn’t listening to me when I was asking her to lower the volume. Amidst all of her screaming, one thing she
said really freaked me out – she was in such a fit and yelled: I’ll slit his fucking throat. That was a big game changer. Suddenly I had no idea what this girl was
capable of. She was practically a stranger, and everything
I had seen was becoming alarmingly disturbing. After a few more minutes she told me thanks
for listening and she startled doing her giggle. I got out of there pretty fast, and went to
my room to go to sleep. I had a pretty unsettled feeling about being
in the house with her, and what’s worse is that there was no lock on my bedroom door. I pushed the edge of my dresser in front of
it, to act as a little barricade. I woke up in the middle of the night to the
sound of my dresser scraping against the floor. Beth was pushing the door open! I turned on my light – shouting at her to
stop. I could see her through the opening of the
door. She was so drunk, and had this insane look
in her eyes. I pushed the door closed, and yelled at her
to go to bed. I could hear her walk back to her room, but
I couldn’t fall back asleep. The next morning when I went out into the
hallway my heart dropped. I saw one of her steak knives was on the floor
by my door. I got goosebumps all over my arms. All I could think about was her saying she
would slit that guy’s throat. I confronted her about it, and she said she
didn’t remember trying to push my door open. She said she didn’t even remember telling
me about her ex. I had enough. My lease was month-to-month, so I found a
new spot and moved out. About a month after I moved out she contacted
me. I was at the movies, and my phone was off. When I got out I turned my phone on – and
to my shock I received in 40+ text messages that she had sent me over the past two hours. They were all just insane texts that ranged
from everything between “Hi how are you?” to “I fucking hate you!”. It was insane. I didn’t respond, and I never heard from her
again. I always wonder if I hadn’t set my dresser
in front of my door, would she have quietly come into my room and slit my throat? It freaks me out. When I was 22, I moved 1,000 miles away from
my Midwest home to the beautiful foothills of Tennessee. I had a new job, new car, and a nice apartment,
but didn’t know a soul outside of work. If my phone rang, I expected to hear a far-away
family member or my long-distance boyfriend – still in college. This was a landline; no cellphones yet. Despite being very alone, I was managing well
with the excitement of all the new things in my life. I had only lived there about 2 weeks when
the unwanted calls started. The first call: A man’s friendly voice asked
what I was doing. I couldn’t place him, and thought maybe it
was one of my cousins or uncles. (I have a huge extended family.) I ask his name; he laughs a little, and his
tone gets dark, a bit angry. He says, “You know exactly who this is, Darlin’.” I pause, deciding if this guy simply called
the wrong number or is a creep. I choose the former, laugh, and politely tell
him he has the wrong number. He then recites my brand-new unlisted/unpublished
phone number AND my name. WTF?! An intense chill races through me. I’ve only given my new number to my parents,
sister, boyfriend, apartment manager, and employer. I’m new to this city and this lovely southern
state. He does NOT like it when I tell him he called
the wrong number, and starts yelling at me, then tells me in a much calmer voice the many
vulgar things he’s going to do to me. I hang up and brush it off. He calls again around 1:00 AM; I tell him
to f** himself and hang up. He keeps calling, so I unplug the phone and
return to sleep. However, as days go by the calls continue,
and escalate. He starts mentioning personal things about
me… said he liked the white quilt on my bed, knew what was in my fridge, that he’s
allergic to cats (I had one) and then asked me if I was in love with Mari. As I listened to his words, I was standing
in my kitchen looking at the calendar taped to the fridge. It had “Mari” written in pink on the 17th
with a heart around it, because Mari is my sister and the 17th is her birthday. I started shaking and crying, because suddenly
I realized this creep has been in my apartment! I was alone, with no friends or family to
run to for the night. It was me versus a creepy mystery man. I didn’t sleep much that night. Early the next morning, I talk to the apartment
complex manager before heading to work, telling her what happened and that I want the locks
changed that day. She gets a weird look on her face, and after
a long pause, says SHE KNOWS WHO HAS BEEN IN MY APARTMENT, and that “it won’t happen
again.” WHAAAT??? Turns out she had a creepy, rapey maintenance
guy who noticed a young woman moving into an apartment alone, and thought I was his
new pet. She had the locks changed immediately, and
promised that she would personally keep the other key. Although the calls stopped, I was paranoid
for a year as I came and went from my apartment, because I never even knew what this guy looked
like. I moved out the moment my lease was up. Only after thinking about it years later did
I realize that her weird expression likely meant that it had happened before. Plus, she didn’t even fire him. I regret not calling the cops; I was young
and naive. When I was about twelve, my great-uncle John
came from Ukraine to visit us in Canada. He had a lot of stories, but this was the
one that stood out. In the late 1960’s, John was traveling by
train from his village to another to visit family. He had to change trains at one point, and
was dropped off at what amounted to a platform and a hut in the middle of nowhere. There was no one else at the station, and
other than a dirt road that led off into the surrounding woods, there was nothing there. He waited for some time, but no train came. It was winter and getting colder and darker,
and just about the time he started worrying about a place to stay and some food to eat,
an old woman appeared out of the twilight. She asked if he was waiting for such and such
a train, and when he said he was, she said it wouldn’t be along until the following day. She asked if he needed a bed for the night,
and offered him a meal and room at her house, which she said was about an hour’s walk from
the station. Lodging with locals was more or less the standard
when traveling in this part of the USSR, and great-uncle John wasn’t looking forward to
a hungry night on a cold platform, so he was glad to accept her offer. He took his suitcase and they set off together
down the dark road into the forest. It was more than an hour away — more like
two — and by the time they arrived at the woman’s small, two-story house, John was tired
and hungry. They went inside and the woman lit some oil
lamps and warmed some borscht for them. It was the first time John was able to see
the woman clearly, and he was a bit startled to realize that the old woman was actually
a man. Not wanting to pry, and to tired to care,
John finished his soup and asked where he would be sleeping. She led him up the stairs to a tiny room with
a window that contained a single bed and nothing else. He thanked her, they said goodnight, and she
closed the door. Then she locked it, leaving him in the dark. Somewhat creeped out by this, John called
to her, but she didn’t answer and he heard nothing else. Figuring he would deal with it in the morning,
and that she had probably done it by mistake, John set his suitcase down and laid on the
bed, deciding to make the best of it and get some sleep. Before he could fall asleep, though, he felt
the urge to pee, and got out of bed, hoping to find a chamber pot or something he could
pee in. He got onto his hands and knees and began
to feel under the bed in the darkness, thinking that’s where the pot would be if there was
one. Instead, he found a body. “Nope,” great-uncle John said, and went right
to the window to see if he could exit the room that way. It was nailed shut. He knew that if he remained in the room, he
was probably a dead man. But if he broke the window and tried to get
out that way, there was a good chance that the “old woman” (and who knows who else was
there) would hear him and come into the room before he could get away. So he did the only thing he could do. He pulled the body from under the bed, heaved
it onto the mattress and covered it with the blanket. Then he got under the bed and waited. Sure enough, about an hour later, he heard
footsteps coming slowly up the stairs and then toward the room. The lock clicked, and the knob turned slowly. In the gloom, John saw someone move toward
the bed. Then he heard several terrific and sickening
thuds. The person had bashed the body on the bed
with a large crowbar, which they then dropped onto the floor right in front of John. There was silence, then the person went out
of the room, and the door was shut again. The footsteps when down the stairs, and then
there was silence again. John moved out from under the bed, took the
crowbar and was able to slowly pry the window open. He didn’t say, but I imagine he was shitting
bricks the entire time. When the window was up, he threw his suitcase
out, then dove through himself, not caring what was below him, only worried about what
was behind. He landed without too much injury, and began
to run into a field behind the house toward some lights in the far distance. It turned out to be a highway with some military
and transport trucks on it, and John was able to get a ride to another village where he
could catch a train. He didn’t bother reporting what had happened
to the authorities, since at that time in the USSR, there was a distinct chance he would
have been the one who got into trouble. He just thanked God he escaped and decided
that the next time he traveled to visit relatives, he would take another way. Hey everyone, this is me letting you know
that lately I’ve been having a ton of health problems again. I’m not going to go in depth, because this
isn’t the place for that, but I just wanted you to be aware. Things like not being able to sit down for
more than 30mins at a time will probably effect when videos are able
to be released, and how likely you are to have heard some of these stories before. as you could tell by this video being late,
and some of these stories being older, because it takes me longer to make a video. And for all that I apologize, but i’m doing
the best I can. Anyways, like I said, this isn’t the place
for me to go more in depth, and I may do another live stream in the future
where that wouldn’t be the focal point, but I probably would update you guys on that. I’m not asking for sympathy, in fact I don’t
want it, I just wanted to give an explanation. I’ve gotten past this before, and i’ll do
it again. I just ask that you’re understanding and watch
my videos as you normally would as, YouTube’s current algorithm is already
extremely hard to progress in If you’d like to keep up with videos and me
personally, I have all my social media in the description. I hope you had a good new year, stay safe
and have an awesome day

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