Darkest Mysteries Online — The Strange and Unusual Podcast 2026
What is Your Most Terrifying "We Need to Leave, NOW" Rush of Fear You've Felt? AskReddit Scary
16 Oct 2022
Chapter 1: What are some terrifying experiences that led to a rush of fear?
What is your most terrifying we need to leave? Now random rush of fear you felt? Don't forget to like, subscribe and comment your own stories. // My car was stolen the very night I moved into my new house in a very good neighborhood. The neighbors had warned us that the neighborhood was being targeted at the time.
They mentioned women around the corner that opened the door for knockers in the middle of the night, and they attacked her and robbed her and almost killed her. We had reported the car stolen and did the police reports when it happened. Well, two nights later, in the middle of the night, I hear a knock on the door, and they said, open up, it's the police.
Well, since I had heard the story about the other lady, I was suspicious and did not answer. I grabbed my kids and put them in my daughter's room because it had access to the roof from the window. I called the police to say that two men claiming to be police are pounding on my door. They said there were no police in the area and they're sending a car.
Turns out, these same guys stole the car and came back for seconds. I did get my car back because they brought it with. // Years ago, my BF owned a truck tire repair company. He stopped by a customer's house unannounced one day to try to get a check, as they owed a lot of money. When he came out of the house, he was pretty shaken up.
He explained the man's numerous other brothers were there, unusual, everyone was very jittery, but they cut him a check and then rushed him out. He had a scary feeling that day. Two days later, that customer and his brothers were arrested for a murder that they had committed the night before we stopped by.
// I was riding my bike home from a friend's house when I was a young teen, over 20 years ago.
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Chapter 2: How did a stolen car incident escalate into a life-threatening situation?
We had both lost track of time, so it was dusk when I left. Lived about a mile away. I was traveling down one of the last roads to get home when I had this weird feeling, so I turned around to look back down the road. Saw headlights pass, stop, back up and turn on the road I was on. It was a pretty long road without many houses and no streetlights or anything.
As soon as they turned, I bolted into the woods and hid pretty far in. The car slowly drove by and kept going. No idea what they were doing, but I didn't want anything to do with it. Hurricane Florence a year ago. We planned to ride it out as we were on a hill and in an area where the winds wouldn't be bad. Mostly ignored the news, too.
The night before, I got this huge pit of fear in my stomach and begged my dad for us to go stay with my sister a few hours inland. He fought with me about it, but I finally convinced him. We came back a week later to find a tree fallen into our house . A tornado formed in the woods behind the house and pushed the tree up a 45-degree slope into our roof and through our house.
Now, I will always trust my gut feeling, no matter how stupid it seems. I was walking in my old local park with my sister, we entered it at about 3pm and were hanging around until at about 9-9.30 we saw three people all wearing somewhat similar outfits all the way on the other side of the park. I immediately noticed but didn't think much of it.
We walked for about two more minutes, and I notice one of them stopped and was staring at us. I immediately had a bad feeling and told my sister we should leave, she noticed and obliged. Later that night, there was a word of a stabbing in the park, and the suspects were all the people we saw in the group of three.
I was camping with a friend in a backwoods camping area, not very many sites, and they were all super spaced out. We had already been there one night, had the site fully set up, we had been hiking all day, the works. We drove into town to get some food, and when we were driving back to our secluded campsite, we passed a man walking out of the only road to our site.
We both locked eyes with him, and I got a super creeped out feeling. He stared at us like he knew us and hated us, but we had never seen him in our lives. When we got to our tent, we went inside, and everything we had in there was tossed. Our bags were dumped out, and our clothes were thrown everywhere. We quickly realized both our hunting knives were gone, along with a bunch of our clothes.
We also realized it had to be that guy we saw, there were no other sites or hiking paths he could have been walking from besides ours. We jumped in the car and drove back towards where we had seen him, he was gone. We drove a bit further and found a common area where other campers were gathered. We sprinted down and asked, have any of you seen this guy? and described him.
The people at the gathering just stared at us and didn't speak, giving us an creeped out feeling. It was at that point that I told my friend, we need to leave this place right now. Walking back to our car, we looked over the edge of a guardrail and saw all our stolen clothes in the woods. We gathered them up but didn't find either of our knives.
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Chapter 3: What feelings of dread were experienced during a bike ride home?
There was no way I was letting him come between me and the exit. He asked me again to go to his room, and I laughed and said, no dude, I'm hungry, let's go. He asked one more time, visibly annoyed at this point, and I proceeded to pretend that I was a bitchy stupid girl, and made a fuss about being hungry and what the hell was taking him so long. He was pissed.
So I walked out of his house down the sidewalk and made him follow me. We got to the car and I kept pretending to be a bitchy clueless chick and demanded he takes me home. He did in cold, furious silence. Then when he stopped the car in front of my place, he grabbed my face to kiss me goodbye. He bit my lip so hard I was bleeding and he reached under my shirt and twisted my nipple.
I luckily got him off me, falling out my door, and ran inside to the sound of him laughing. I ended up with a bruised face and nipple, cut lip, and was scared that he knew where I lived, but I still feel like I survived a legit serial killer. // I was driving my friend and me back from a bar on the way to our Airbnb out in the middle of nowhere small town NC.
At some point early on, a car turns into the road behind us, and it's dark. and like 2 AM, so I don't think anything of it. They're also driving super close to me, but I'm not about to speed due to road rage pressure. They chill out on tailgating, and the longer we're on the road, the farther we get from civilization, and it is very unusual for another car to be going out the way we are.
So about half a mile from our Airbnb, I pull off to a side street and let the car pass. Then we wait 5 minutes, turn around to get back on our road, and lo and behold, the car is just sitting there waiting for us. So we nope tf out, and now I'm flooring it back to town to the bar so we can get to safety.
I do a rolling stop through a stop sign, and the car finally turns its cop lights on and pulls me over. The dude has the audacity to ask me why I ran a stop sign, and I just go off on him about how fucking terrifying it is to be stalking two college girls who don't live in this state all the way back on the 25 minute drive home from the bar. I'm literally on the phone with 911 when he pulls us.
The cop looks real apologetic and lets us off with a warning, for what I don't fucking know, saying that he thought we saw he was a cop and that people usually turn off onto side streets like we did when they're trying to avoid cops and blah blah blah. The dude was definitely trying to trap us into a ticket, and goddamn, that shit was fucked.
// One day I'm coming home from work back to my parents' house because I was 18. I didn't live in the sticks, but definitely in an outlying neighborhood. Along the route home, there are several places where many cars turn off as the traffic thins out. I'm noticing that the car directly behind me is following my every turn.
Me being a dumb paranoid 18 years slash oh, I'm paying attention just in case there's some reason, but also laugh it off because I don't have any influence or piss anyone off, so that's just silly until he turns into my neighborhood. I'm like, okay, there's still plenty of houses. Makes the next turn with me. The immediate right is my street, a cul-de-sac.
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Chapter 4: How did a strange encounter at a park lead to a potential threat?
She just wanted to get out of the building. We were just beginning to walk to the stairs when the earthquake sirens began to sound, and the building began to move. The building we were at suffered little damage, just a couple of broken windows, but many other buildings in other parts of the city collapsed, and more than 200 people died.
// That would be when my mother convinced me it was a good idea to go see a house for sale in the middle of nowhere. The guy showed us the house and then led us to the door of the basement, insisting we absolutely had to see it. From the top of the stairs, I could see a bed in what looked like a semi-furnished room.
He insisted we go down first, and at that moment, I got this strong feeling of unease and just excused myself, turned on my heels and left, headed for the road. My mom said the guy got really upset, started to sweat and sweat, and cut the visit short, so maybe my instinct was on point. // A few years ago, I was an intern in a medical department and happened to be on call that night.
The nurses informed me around 1am that there was a new admission to the isolation room for a 50ish female prisoner who had pneumonia and likely tuberculosis. The isolation room was right at the end of the ward, and one would have to go through double doors just to enter it.
So, in addition to being a room for isolation of infectious diseases, it was also really isolated from the nearest human contact. I went in to do a clinical assessment, which involves thorough history taking, And one of the questions I wanted to ask was if she shared her prison cell with anyone who could have passed on the infection to her.
It being late at night and me not being very proficient in her native language, what I actually asked her sounded something like, was there anyone else in the room with you? Right after that question escaped my lips, she smiled really widely, put her finger to her lips as though saying, shh, and then flicked her eyes to a spot near the window behind and above me.
This horrible chill went through me, and I decided there and then that that was enough history taking for the night and fled to the safety of the nursing station. // My dad was into heavy drugs and would binge drink. During these times, he would beat my mom senselessly and threaten our lives if we cried or tried to get help.
My sister and I witnessed this stuff at least twice a year until we were around 13. One night, I woke up to my dad screaming and my sister crying. He had my mom's head under his foot with a shotgun in her mouth. I was paralyzed and thought for sure I was about to see my mom die.
He yelled for us to run into the woods behind our house because after he killed my mom, he was going to come out and hunt us next. I grabbed my sister and bolted out the back door of our single wide, and ran to the neighbor's house. They hid us there for three days and never called the police. Nobody ever called the police. And my mom stayed with him until I was 18.
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Chapter 5: What happened during a camping trip that caused immediate fear?
So, hop on the bike and ride to my buddy's house to meet up with him and another friend, and all is good. Hang out for a short while, and we start getting ready to head back out. As soon as I put on my helmet, I get this bad feeling in my gut, and something tells me to go home. I try and ignore it and just tell myself that it is just because my buddy had passed away and I was paranoid.
We start heading out and get maybe 5 miles down the road, and I'm in the middle. As we are coming up to a road again, something tells me to turn around and go home, but yet again, I ignore it, but I slow down and start writing cautiously. 5 more minutes later and we are cruising down a backroad, and I lose sight of my one buddy because he was riding fast, and I'm just cruising.
I come down a hill toward a hard left hand turn, and I see people running out of a restaurant. I look forward and realize the road is covered in gravel, and my buddy had already crashed, and the people from the restaurant were running toward him. I then crash and go tumbling toward a road sign and telephone pole, which I luckily narrowly miss.
All three of us crashed, and the other two broke a leg and an ankle, and I was fine. If I ever get that feeling again, I'm going to listen to it. I believe had I not acknowledged it and slowed down, it would have been far worse. // Went to a movie on Halloween when I was in high school with my boyfriend at the time.
It was a huge theater where there was a staircase all the way to the top row that opened in the middle of the row so you could sit on either side of the opening. My boyfriend and I sat in the back row on one side of the opening. We were watching the movie, and around 30-40 minutes after the movie started, a guy walked in by himself wearing a big sweater and sat on the other side of the opening.
He didn't really do anything at first, but he gave me a bad feeling, and I felt uncomfortable, but I continued watching the movie. I noticed the guy seemed really nervous and wasn't paying any attention to the movie. I really couldn't figure out why but he was stressing me out big time, and I just felt like we had to get the fuck out of there.
I told my boyfriend that I was probably being silly, but I wanted to leave. As we were leaving, we informed the staff about the guy just in case. Turns out they had been looking for him as people had reported seeing a guy of that description behaving strangely in the parking lot earlier. The police came, and he apparently had quite a few large hunting knives hidden under his
When I was a teenager, my boyfriend and I had a spot to go park and mess around. Never had any issues until this one night when the closer we got to the spot, the more sense of dread I felt. We got to the turn in, and he said he had a bad feeling. I told him I did too, so we drove past and went elsewhere. The relief we both felt driving away was like a huge weight off our shoulders.
I'm pretty sure someone was waiting in the trees with bad intentions. Another time after we were married, we were going down a twisty road off deep in the woods. I was driving. He suddenly said he had a bad feeling and to just drive through and not stop for anything. He was really spooked. Seconds later, on the tightest hairpin curve, a man ran out of the woods waving his arms.
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Chapter 6: What was the chilling experience during a summer camp visit?
Some guy propositioned me to go back to his place, and I was up for it. I left my car, cuz he told me to just ride in since I had been drinking so much, and we went riding down the road. It was quite a ways, and I started to question him where we were going. He said it was just up the road on the river. He pulls over to the side of US 1 and points to a two-story house on the river.
It was very dark, and the only light was of the moon. We walk down the dock to get to the front door. He gets in front of me and is playing with the doorknob, and as he pushes his it open, he turns to me and says, please don't make me turn the light on and let you see how dirty my place looks. So, of course, drunk and stupid, I said no problem. and probably giggled.
He guides me by the hand up a set of stairs. We get to the top, and he says, I just have a mattress on the floor. I hope you don't mind. And again, drunk and stupid me just sit down on the mattress, not thinking about anything. As I sit there in the dark, I start to get my vision becoming clearer. Everything looks off. The mattress has no sheet on it, and I hear a whisper in my ear, get out.
I jumped up, I ran down the stairs. I ran out of the door and down the dock. I ran across US 1, and up to a house that was across the street. I ran up to the door and started beating on the door and screaming for help. I turn and look, and the guy is running across US 1 at me, chasing me. I start screaming more and more as now I'm afraid this house is abandoned.
Right as the guy gets up about 10 feet away, the porch light turns on. The guy stops, turns around, and went back to his truck. The poor guy whose door I was beating on came out and saw me crumbled, crying on his porch. The sweet man got in his car and drove me back to the bar 20 miles away so that I could get my car. I never saw him again. I never even knew his name. But he saved my life.
I know he did. A couple of years ago , I sat waiting at a bus station for my brother so that we can travel together. The seats were set up similar to airport seats. I noticed this man, who sat across from me, kept on staring at me and every time I looked up, he would advert his eyes. Each row has three seats, and there were already two ladies sitting next to me.
I brushed off the weird feeling and was praying so hard that either brother reaches faster or the bus that the ladies were waiting on took longer. The bus came, and they got up and left. Not even 10 seconds after the bus left, the guy ripped up whatever paper he had in his hand and came to sit next to me, turning his body so that he was facing me.
He looked at me with this creepy smile, and I was so scared for my life, I just got up and sped walk to the nearest coffee shop about 20 minutes away. That entire day I kept looking behind me, scared to death that he was following me, and up to this day, whenever I go somewhere alone, I constantly look over my shoulder to see if anyone's following me.
// When I was 11, I was trick or treating alone with my best friend, who happened to be deaf. We wanted the maximum amount of free candy, and even though it was getting late, we decided to go to a house that was the only one on a dark, isolated street. As we were walking towards the driveway, a car with four adult males drove by. They slowed down, stared, and continued down the road.
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