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Redditors share TRUE scary experiences of creepy strangers, unexplainable incidents and narrow misses! Before we commence, please like, follow, subscribe to help us grow. We’d sincerely appreciate it. This experience was posted on the subreddit r slash ask reddit by user Skelly 6. I was driving home through backroads I had never been on and came across a book store in a TINY town in the woods. The book store was actually a house, where the front of the home had been converted into a store. There was a box on the porch that said “50 cent books”, so I stopped to see if there were any Stephen King books in there. Middle aged woman comes out with a huge smile, and gives me a bowl of fruit and some tea. I'm like, "this place is awesome!", and rifle through books while eating the fruit and downing the tea. Inside the store/home, there were a lot of cool art books and stuff, so I spent some more time in there. She brought me more tea. Even when I said, "no thank you, that's plenty," she kept refilling. Gave me dessert too - brownies and cookies. I didn't realize it at the time, but she was drugging me. It's hazy to remember the details, but at some point, she closed the shop, telling me to take my time looking at the books. She told me that she was going to go take a shower, and was gone for a while. When I was ready to pay, I had to wander back through her house to find her. I found her in her bedroom. She was in bed. I'm pretty sure she was naked. At the time, I thought, "weird, she's watching an exercise video in bed?", but later realized she was watching porn. You might think this is hot, but it isn't. She was my Mom's age, and had been telling me how I reminded her of her kids in college. So... NOT hot. I told her I was ready to pay, and she told me how to open the register, so I went and opened it, put in what I thought I owed, took out the change, and left. When I stumbled outside, a fire engine drove by, screaming with sirens. In the distance was the glow of a big forest fire, and the stars were being covered by smoke. A tall man on a horse watched the fire truck pass. He looked right at me, took a piece of wood or something out of his mouth, and said, "town's burnin'”. I swear to God I have a crystal clear memory of this happening, even though I'm sure it couldn't have. By this point, I guess I was seriously tripping balls on SOMETHING. I'm not a drug guy, so I don't know what I had, but I was out of my mind and could hardly walk. I got back in my car, and drove home along twisting roads on tall cliffs above the ocean. Twice I realized I was on the wrong side of the road. One of the times I realized this because a massive truck was headed straight for me, laying on the horn and flashing it's lights. I kept thinking about how my car could be like an airplane AND a submarine if I drove it off the cliff. I can't believe I made it home alive. Later I realized I was in that house for about 4 hours looking at books. At least that's what I hope to HELL I was doing. Too Long Didn’t Read? A middle-aged woman drugged me, and I probably almost ended up as a gimp in her basement. My guy almost ended up becoming a character in a Stephen King novel in his quest to buy them at a bargain. This is one of the few situations where it’s hard to insist that one doesn’t drive under influence. It was either this or hitching a ride on horseback with a tall, psychedelic guy, but that could lead to another story worthy of being reddit famous, or maybe it would be a one way trip to the Twilight Zone. This experience was posted to the subreddit r slash ask reddit by a user 11 years ago who has since deleted their profile. I got contacts around the time I turned 21, and I had a real phobia of putting things in my eyes. If you live in the U.S., you know that they won't let you leave the opthalmologist with your first pair of contacts unless you can put them in at least one time. It took me having to come back 3 days in a row, before I could get it right. That's how disturbed I was about it, but I was determined to have contacts. Anyways, I was real careful about rubbing my eyes with them in, because I had this paranoid fear that I would grind them into my eyes. I know. I know. Like I said, I had a real phobia. So, I go to take a bath, and I'm real careful about getting soap in my eyes. Finally, I wash my hair and close my eyes as I douse water on my head. I rub my eyes and open them, and…I realize I'm blind. I can see absolutely nothing. I was in a state of sheer terror. I got incredibly still, and all the possibilities were going through my head. How was I going to get out of the bath tub without help? Was this permanent? How was I going to live my life blind? Then the lights came back on. In the 5 seconds when I had closed my eyes, the power had gone off, and since the bathroom had no window, I'd been in pitch darkness. I was afraid that the tropical summer would melt my contacts into my eyeballs, because my grandfather, who has heterochromia, lied to me about his one eye turning into a milky blue from an injury. He lies to his fellow villagers to this day because they believe light coloured eyes indicate a mastery over wicked powers. I think they’re cool. Blue eyes. Not contacts. This story was posted to the subreddit r slash ask reddit by user “Ernest Is Important”. If it makes any difference, I will preface this by saying that I'm female. That fact may or may not make the following creepier... I used to live next to an eye hospital. One day, walking home, I was stopped by an old man who clearly had trouble seeing. He asked me to help him across the road to the hospital. I agreed, and he grabbed hold of my hand very tightly. At this point I noticed his fingers were stained brown from tobacco, covered in scabs, and his fingernails were very long and dirty. I started to think that my good deed for the day would be a bit regrettable... When we got to the other side of the road he still had my hand grasped so tightly I couldn't politely pull away. "Do you want to see my eye?" he said. One of his eyes was squeezed shut. With his free hand he pulled the lids apart and I realised to my horror that he had no eyeball, just an empty socket. I started babbling (still trying to be polite) about how that was very interesting, but I had to go. Then he uttered the immortal words. "Do you want to put your finger in there?" He was pulling really hard on my hand trying to force my fingers into his empty eye socket. At this point I gave up on politeness and struggled my hand free (it was difficult, he was really strong), and just ran for it. I could hear him laughing as I ran off. Men and their kinks. One day, this man will make this offer to someone very eager to finger his eye socket. Four fingers, three knuckles deep, vigorously exploring his orbit, the cavity in his skull. Gives a new meaning to La Petite Mort, an obliteration of consciousness, except this is his damn skull, so there won’t be anything little about it. Like, follow, share, subscribe and all that good stuff to support us. It really helps! Real Life Paranormal Experience Shared On Reddit That Will Blow Your Mind! Before we commence, please like, follow, subscribe to help us grow. We’d sincerely appreciate it. This story was posted to the subreddit r slash paranormal by user TheRadioKingQueen. My sister has a dog with a distinctive lip curl...a lip curl that we thought looked considerably like the same lip curl our deceased grandmother had. One day, we were hanging out in my sister's apartment and the dog was curled up in her basket in front of us. I noticed the lip curl again and jokingly asked if my sister thought our grandmother might have been reincarnated into her pet. We both laughed but then, the dog suddenly looked up. And the look on her face was...downright weird. She was kind of tilting her head back and peering at us. Even my sister who lives with her said she'd never made that face before. But we just laughed it off and my sister asked in a very not-serious voice, “Can you give us a sign that you're really our grandmother?" The dog looked out the window at the bush outside, and my sister said, “Imagine if a robin landed on that bush right now!" Robins were our grandmother's favourite bird - she absolutely loved them and had everything from ceramic robin teacups to robin-patterned napkins and back again. After that, we pretty much forgot about it. Until my sister came home from work one day to find a nest of baby robins in the bush right outside her window. The exact same bush her dog had looked straight at that day. A bush that would be somewhat strange for a robin to choose for nesting, as robins are solitary creatures and this particular bush is right next to a bustling apartment complex. It might all just be an amusing coincidence but, to be honest, I've never been a big believer in coincidences - amusing or not. Robins are said to have a direct connection with God in my culture, being innocent creatures. Several other cultures have similar beliefs. Maybe the dog heard the robin when she came to scout her potential real estate, or maybe, an invitation was unwittingly given and gladly accepted. Please like, comment, subscribe, follow and all that good stuff to support us.