「誰にも信じてもらえない」けど実話…海外民が明かす背筋も凍る恐怖体験9選

I was racing my dad on a bike at a golf course at night in Florida, and our usual finish line is this tunnel that’s like 50 ft long. I saw big log at the end and decided to bunny hop it because I was pretty good at freestyle biking back then. I realized it was a gator at last second cuz it like hissed kind of. No time for me to brake or turn so I yelled Gator! And bunny hopped it. I was terrified, but my dad thought I knew it was a gator all along, and was happily yelling “Gator!” As I hopped it. so even to his death bed, he thought he had a badass son.

After dinner my date took me to a park with a lake late at night and tried to get me to take off my shoes and go into the park. He said it would be romantic. I told him it was probably closed and we should leave right away. Luckily it was locked up and he couldn’t get in. I discovered he had rope in the back seat of his car when he got out of the car to check the gate (he had locked me in). When he was back I told him I got a call from my mom, there was an emergency at home and she was expecting me home in the next 30 minutes. He drove me home and blocked me on the dating app. Always share your date’s name, license plate (car pic, face pic) and location with family or friend. I didn’t do any of those things and have no proof it happened. No one believes me, but if the park gate was open I know I would have been murdered that night.

My appendix burst and I was misdiagnosed for 3 weeks. I should be dead. My intestines just walled that gunk out until I was finally “dude you’ve dropped from 155-115 pounds in like 3 weeks maybe we should check you out more”

Someone here asked “did you ever have a malpractice case that you didn’t pursue” and I was, yeah. This was one doctor she said I was a dumb guy I wanted her to apologize in court. Wasn’t about the money. I got massively downvoted on that “nuh uh you’re lying” what do I get out of lying?

This got longer, than I expected, I’m so sorry.

After a year of recurring, severe abdominal pain (I never had that much pain in my entire life) with throwing up, always and ONLY on the same day of the month (weird enough), the hospital sent me home when it escalated on the last weekend of June and diagnosed me with all sorts of things like period pain, gastritis, and so on. My inflammation marker was 31. Normal is up to 5.

Secretly, I think they thought I'd drank or eaten too much because it was the weekend and my father had a small barbecue and unfortunately, already had a few drinks, so not even the emergency service he HAD to call, because I couldn‘t move, took us seriously and kinda treated me like I was dumb. I hate alcohol with a huge passion and have never had anything to do with it.

I had to go to the hospital twice in a row that night. The first time, they sent me home with painkillers, but when they wore off, I suddenly got a HUGE cramp in my right side and fell to the floor. I think this is what the pain level of giving birth feels like. The second time, the doctor said, "What are YOU doing here again? I told you I couldn‘t find anything the first time." It was the middle of the night and he was completely exhausted and tired. I spent the night there and screamed because of the pain and it took so long until a nurse felt like getting here from her cigarette pause to give me an infusion. I was completely left alone, my father wasn‘t allowed to get to me and they didn‘t give him information. He sat in the ER for the whole night. He was not a great father, but this was genuinely a huge gesture of him.

I couldn't walk or sit in any position at all. I was sent home again, after the painkillers kicked in, and I was weak but very much okay the rest of the weekend. Probably only because of the high dose of painkillers. But I still felt something. I thought it was just muscle soreness from vomiting so much, like it had been the months before. But this time something was different. On sunday, I felt okay, going to the pool with my boyfriend and my sister, but then it worsened again and I couldn‘t walk properly and kinda started to be in a trance. The fact that it was super hot outside, made it worse. I didn‘t even make it to the entrance, when both said that I should go home. My boyfriend drove me to his house and luckyly he had air conditioning and with another pain killer, I was kinda okay again. I even ate some tomatoes and cucumber pieces.

Well, when my condition worsened again on Monday, my sister and mother, a registered nurse, had a bad feeling and took me to a different hospital. There, a very dedicated doctor noticed fluid in my intestines during an ultrasound that absolutely should NOT have been there and immediately ordered a CT scan. The inflammation marker was at 400 now. But it had been that high before and doctors never questioned it and even said that it wasn’t a problem. I thought it was just my skin condition (raising awareness for acne inversa/hidradenitis suppurativa, because it‘s not talked about enough), which constantly causes small inflammations in my body. But THAT doctor was totally alarmed and I didn’t understand why.
Apparently it is REALLY REALLY bad to have your inflammatory markers at 400. I didn't realize it was almost heart attack level.

Outcome: My appendix was so inflamed that an abscess had already formed, which burst and leaked into my abdominal cavity, almost causing a sepsis. My whole abdomen was full of pus and had to be flushed with 8 liters of fluid in an urgent surgery. I had to learn how to walk again, even tho I was only laying in bed for one day. My recovery lasted more than two months. I was perfectly healthy before that and also I‘m very young. Maybe that’s why doctors don’t take you serious. If I hadn't gone to the hospital at the warning of my mother and sister, I probably wouldn't have survived the week.

Nine days in the hospital, including one day in ICU. All because of a harmless case of appendicitis that should have been discovered much MUCH earlier. Now, at 27, I have a 20cm scar that runs across my entire belly. My boyfriend at least thinks that scars look super cool. My sister, mother, and that doctor saved my life.

Soo, the most horrifying thing that ever happened to me is getting surgery you weren‘t prepared for and when you have to wait 3 hours more than you were told, it‘s even more terrible. Laying on a surgery table and being put to sleep is something straight out of a horror movie. When I woke up totally nauseous, it was even worse. They told me that surgery wasn’t some little routine appendix thing, but that they like I said, had to clean my whole stomach. They apparently didn‘t knew themselves how bad it was and only noticed it during surgery. That‘s at least what I was told.

What was also terrifying that I missed a once in a lifetime chance to go to a VIP concert for once. I got Green Day VIP Tickets for Christmas and the incident happened exactly on the day of the show.

Several years ago I was having issues with blood pressure dropping really low (unbeknownst to me it was my muscle relaxer tizanidine ) my lowest reading I managed to get a pic of was 55/38. I should’ve been dead several times

But also when I was 3 I was almost kidnapped from my grandparents front yard

My first time skiing I was talked into a Black Diamond course. Ended up going down alone and almost skied right off the cliff as I was headed toward the only sign I saw. I fell down just in time

One night I was driving home, it was late and dark. I was on long single lane interchange. I saw a pair of headlights in my rear view mirror flying up to my car. Must have been over 100 miles an hour. They weren’t stopping and my stomach dropped and I scrunched my eyes closed. Then I heard a loud rumbling noise and looked up and saw two motorcycles in front of me. These two jokers were riding in sync and flying by cars, one on either side. Scared the shit out of me.

Another time was I was on my own motorcycle on the highway and there must have been an accident because debris was all over the highway. There were these uneven planks of wood and I had no way around them so I just accepted my fate. I don’t know how but I must have just hit them at the right angle because I felt a tiny bump and was fine. It was terrifying though.

My one uncle (A) died suddenly one night in a tragic accident. Middle of the night my parents got the call and left our house to go my my aunt while we were sleeping. I was 15. I didn't know what was happening or why they left, it was way before cellphones. I went back to sleep. I dreamt my other uncle (B) was in a tragic accident. My mom woke me up to tell me uncle A had passed away, and described the exact accident I dreamt about having happened (in real life) to uncle A. 

A few years ago, I was up around 3 AM debugging some code for a project. I had my noise-canceling headphones on, completely in the zone, but I kept feeling this faint, rhythmic thumping through the floorboards of my apartment.

I finally took off my headphones, and the silence of the room hit me. Then I heard it—someone was aggressively, violently jiggling my front door handle. Not like they had the wrong apartment, but like they were trying to snap the lock mechanism.

I froze. I slowly got out of my chair, trying not to make the floor creak, and crept over to the peephole.

Through the lens, I saw a guy in a heavy dark hoodie. He was holding what looked like a long, flathead screwdriver, trying to wedge it into the doorframe. My heart was pounding so hard I was terrified he could hear it through the door. I grabbed my phone and dialed 911, whispering to the dispatcher.

Here is the terrifying part: While I was on the phone, the guy suddenly stopped. He pulled the screwdriver out, stood perfectly still, and then leaned in to look directly into the peephole. Logically, I know it's a one-way mirror and he couldn't see me, but it felt like he was staring right into my eyes. He smiled, tapped the door twice with his knuckles, and calmly walked away down the hall.

The cops arrived a few minutes later, but he was gone. They found deep scratch marks all around the deadbolt. I broke my lease and moved out a week later. To this day, I can't wear noise-canceling headphones when I'm home alone.