Think your job is stressful? Think again. In this video, we dive into three absolutely terrifying and 100% true horror stories that happened to people just like you, in what they thought were safe, normal workplaces. From a coworker who hides more than just office supplies to the manager whose "leadership" tactics are ripped straight from a nightmare, these are the office dramas you won't believe are real.
We've all had bad days at work, but these stories of psychological manipulation, shocking betrayals, and creepy behavior will make you rethink everything about your 9-to-5 life. Share your own scary work stories in the comments below – if you dare.
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We've all had bad days at work, but these stories of psychological manipulation, shocking betrayals, and creepy behavior will make you rethink everything about your 9-to-5 life. Share your own scary work stories in the comments below – if you dare.
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00:00Back when I was 20, during the summer before my senior year of college, I landed an internship
00:16at a financial services firm downtown. It wasn't anything fancy, mostly data entry,
00:22spreadsheets, and sitting in front of a computer all day, but it paid decently and it looked
00:27great on a resume. There were seven other interns behind me, and we were all crammed together in
00:33this open office section with rows of cubicles that didn't quite give you privacy, just enough
00:38to make small talk feel optional. Out of the seven, five of them were people I liked, a mix of chill,
00:44down-to-earth college students who didn't take the internship too seriously. Another guy, Eric,
00:50was the type who treated the whole thing like it was life or death, barely spoke, and was always
00:55typing like his keyboard owed him money. But the seventh intern, Alex, was something else entirely.
01:02When I first met Alex, he seemed normal enough, maybe a little awkward, but we all were at the
01:08beginning. He was tall, thin, kind of pale, and had this mop of dark hair that always looked a little
01:15unwashed. He didn't really fit the finance intern stereotype, but that's not what threw me off.
01:21It was the way he acted around me. At first, it was subtle. He'd pop up at my cubicle during the day,
01:28lean over the divider in a way that made him look freakishly tall, like seven feet tall because the
01:34cubicle walls were low, and only his head would be visible above it. He'd tilt his head slightly,
01:39grin with a strange frozen smile, and start talking in this deliberately weird voice, like he was trying
01:46to sound creepy on purpose. I'd laugh it off awkwardly, pretending I thought it was funny, but I remember
01:51thinking it was an odd thing to do in a professional setting. He'd say random stuff, like working hard or
01:58hardly working Ronnie, in that slow, unnatural tone, and then hold the smile for way too long.
02:05The first couple of times, I figured he was just being quirky or trying too hard to stand out.
02:10Some people at internships are awkward like that, so I didn't want to make a big deal out of it.
02:16But then it started happening more often. Every single day, at least once, I'd see his head slowly
02:23rise above my cubicle wall. That same stretched grin plastered across his annoying face, and he'd start
02:30some bizarre conversation that didn't make sense. Sometimes he'd make jokes that weren't funny,
02:36or mutter random phrases that didn't relate to anything. And every time, he used that same
02:41unsettling voice, like a soft voice in a kind of taunting way. Honestly, a very good recent
02:49comparison of the voice he was doing was the voice Charlie Hunnam did for his role as Ed Gein.
02:54The other interns noticed it too, but they mostly laughed it off, thinking Alex was being weird on
02:58purpose to lighten the mood. I also think they thought Alex and I had built some kind of rapport that the
03:04rest of them didn't build with him. There was something about the way he directed it only at
03:09me that made me feel uncomfortable. It's not like I treated him any differently. It was like I was his
03:15personal audience for whatever creepy act he was trying to pull. As the weeks went on, his visits got
03:21longer. He'd lean over and stay there for minutes at a time, staring at me while talking, sometimes not
03:28even saying much, just looking. I'd fake a laugh, say I had to finish a report, and hope he'd get the
03:34hint. He rarely did. Then one night, about six weeks into the internship, I was home eating dinner when my
03:42phone rang. It was a number I didn't recognize. I normally don't answer unknown calls, but since I was
03:51expecting a delivery confirmation, I picked it up. When I said hello, all I heard for a few seconds was
03:57silence. Then suddenly, I heard a voice I recognized immediately. It was Alex's voice, the same forced
04:07creepy tone he always used in the office. He said, the tide's coming in, pull your boat out of the
04:13water. But this time, his voice was a little louder, almost a yell. He dragged the words out
04:19like he was reciting a riddle, and then he burst out laughing this insanely unhinged laugh before hanging
04:25up. The thing that made my skin crawl wasn't just the call. It was the fact that I never gave Alex my
04:31number, not once. The next thing I did was text the number back, asking if this was Alex. But the text
04:38said not delivered, and when I looked it up, it was a landline number. That's when I really started to
04:45get freaked out. How did he get my number? Why was he calling me like that? I tried to rationalize it.
04:52Maybe he found it through a company contact sheet or something. But even then, the way he said that
04:58line didn't sit with me. I couldn't stop replaying the sound of his laugh in my head. It didn't sound
05:04like someone joking around. It sounded like he was f***ing with me to the point of trying to actually
05:09scare me. This wasn't just goofy behavior anymore. That Monday, when I got to the office, Alex wasn't
05:16there. His desk was empty, and I didn't see him all morning. I went to our supervisor, a guy named
05:22Martin, and I asked him if Alex might have gotten my number through the company. And Martin was very
05:28confused, saying interns didn't have access to employee info like that. On top of that, they'd let
05:34Alex go at the end of the previous week because he wasn't doing any work and had ignored multiple
05:39warnings. That's when I told him about the call. He seemed surprised, and some of the other interns
05:45overheard. A couple of them started nodding and saying they always thought Alex was creepy,
05:51that he'd made them uncomfortable too. I told them about the weird cubicle visits, the voice,
05:57everything. Martin said not to worry, that Alex was gone for good and had no reason to come back.
06:03So, that was a little comforting. For the next week or so, I kept expecting something else to
06:09happen. A message, a random encounter, something. But nothing came. Life at the office went back to
06:16normal. I figured maybe that was really the end of it. Until one early morning. It was a Friday,
06:24around 5am. Still dark outside, except for a thin gray light creeping in through the blinds.
06:29I woke up because I thought I'd heard something, maybe a noise from outside. It made me get up
06:36and look out my window. I wish I hadn't. Standing in my backyard, halfway between the trees and the
06:43porch light, was a figure looking up at my window. Even though it was barely light out, I could tell
06:50who it was immediately. The thin frame and the messy hair, the way he stood perfectly straight.
06:56It was Alex. For a few seconds, I could not move. I just stared at him, trying to make sense of what
07:04I was seeing. And then, clear as day, I heard him call out my name in that same creepy, performative
07:11voice he'd always used at work. He dragged it out, long and sing-songy. I grabbed my phone, about to
07:18call 911, when I saw him tilt his head back and start laughing. That same loud, hysterical laughter
07:24like he did on the phone before hanging up. It didn't sound right. It sounded like someone
07:30completely detached from reality. I shouted through the window, yelling at him that I was calling the
07:35police and to get the hell off my property. I also waved my phone out the window. He just stood there for a
07:41second longer, then turned and started walking away, still laughing as he disappeared into the
07:47trees behind my house. I called the police, and in short, the dispatcher asked me if he was still
07:53there. When I said no, she told me to call back if he came back or threatened to break in. I never saw
08:00him again after that. Not at work, not around town, nowhere. The police couldn't do much, since he
08:07hadn't technically broken in or made a direct threat. It was one of those situations where you just have
08:12to live with the unease, hoping it's over. The rest of the summer passed without incident. I finished the
08:19internship, and on the last day, my boss pulled me aside to offer me a permanent position for after
08:24graduation. At the time, I accepted, though a small part of me felt unsettled about ever going back to that
08:31office again. I never told them about what had happened that morning. I didn't see the point.
08:36Alex was gone, and no one even knew where he'd ended up. Over time, I convinced myself that he
08:42must have been dealing with some kind of mental illness or social disorder, something that made
08:47him act that way. It's the only way I can make sense of how he went from a quiet, awkward intern
08:52to standing in my backyard at five in the morning, laughing like a lunatic. It's been a few years now,
08:59and I've moved on from it. I didn't end up with that company. I got a different job after
09:03graduation. I don't think about this too often anymore, but sometimes the thought of that image
09:09of him in my backyard still skeeves me out. I still wonder how he got my number, how he found
09:15my address, and what he wanted that morning. I guess it's not that hard to get people's info
09:20online these days. All I know is that for a few months in my life, I worked alongside someone who
09:26wasn't just strange. He had something way deeper going on, and no matter how many years pass,
09:32I'll never forget the sound of him laughing in the dark, as if it was all one big joke that only he
09:37understood.
09:37I was 17 when this all happened. It was my first real job, working at a local grocery store in our
09:54quiet Vermont town, the kind of town where everyone knew everyone else, and where nothing ever really
10:00happened. I liked the job at first. It was simple, and most of my co-workers were friendly. I quickly
10:08fell into a rhythm with the cashiers and some of the stock workers, especially during the slow hours
10:13when there weren't many customers. When that happened, we'd all gather near the front of the
10:18store, just chatting about random stuff like what we watched on TV, making fun of the older,
10:24quirkier employees, and complaining about customers. That sort of thing. It was one of the few times
10:30during my shifts where I felt like I wasn't just standing behind a register staring at a screen or
10:34blank wall all day. Depending on who was the shift supervisor for the day, it would either be relaxed
10:40or more strict. Like if a younger supervisor was working, it would be more chill. People would be
10:46on their phones, and people would socialize by the front. There was one co-worker who I didn't know
10:52well at first, a guy named Sean. He was 24, a little awkward, the kind of guy who always seemed like
10:59he didn't quite know how to read social cues. He had longer hair, but kind of in the awkward,
11:04in-between phase like he was growing it out but didn't quite reach his shoulders yet.
11:09He worked in the dairy section, so we didn't interact much at work. He was quiet and polite
11:15enough, and I honestly didn't think much of him. Most people just nodded at him when they walked past,
11:21and he did the same. But eventually, I was added to a co-worker group chat, and he was in it.
11:26I didn't think twice about it. It was just a chat for work stuff and dumb jokes, and it seems most of
11:33the younger employees were in there. But then Sean started messaging me directly. At first,
11:39it was harmless. He asked about my shifts, whether I was covering certain days, things like that.
11:45But over the next few weeks, it became clear he was trying to get closer. He started asking questions
11:51about my personal life, like what music I liked, what I do after work, even little things like what
11:57I did over the weekend. Again, I didn't think much of it at first. I mean, people make small talk,
12:02right? But the tone was off. Sometimes he'd call me cute in ways that made me uncomfortable.
12:09Sometimes he'd make jokes that were slightly flirty. I tried to ignore it, thinking maybe he just didn't
12:14know how to behave with girls my age. That's another thing. I was only 17. He was decently older than me,
12:21and I don't think anyone else knew he was flirting with me like that. It didn't take long before the
12:27behavior became slightly annoying. He'd comment on things I posted online, and sometimes the messages
12:33were late at night. Not threatening. Not really. But there was this persistence in him that made me
12:39uneasy. I didn't know how to tell him to back off without making it awkward at work, so I mostly
12:45ignored him. Don't shit where you eat, I always hear people say. One day, I was at home watching
12:51Stranger Things, my favorite show still to this day. I'd been catching up on the latest season,
12:56binge-watching episodes in my bedroom, just completely lost in the show. And then a couple
13:01days later at work, everyone was gathered at the front of the store chatting about TV shows.
13:06I was talking with a few of the cashiers about some random series, when Sean suddenly asked me,
13:12you like Stranger Things, right? I froze. I couldn't remember telling anyone at work about my show.
13:19I just nodded, trying to brush it off, but it left this cold feeling in my stomach.
13:25How did he know? I didn't say anything. I did make eye contact for a moment.
13:31He just smiled awkwardly and eventually left the front of the store back to the dairy section like
13:36nothing had happened. But I couldn't shake the feeling that he was watching me more than I had
13:41realized. It wasn't until a few nights later that the fear really started. I was lying in bed,
13:48trying to fall asleep after a long day at work. The house was quiet, and then I heard a soft scraping
13:54noise against my bedroom window. At first, I thought it was the wind or maybe a branch brushing against
14:00the glass. But then I heard it again. A distinct sound of someone's hopping on the window, just
14:08lightly enough for it to be unnerving. I got up and peeked through the blinds, half expecting to see
14:14Sean out there. But there was nothing. I tried to convince myself the sound was nothing to be alarmed
14:20about. But the thought of Sean's question at work, about Stranger Things, a show I hadn't told anyone
14:26about. It kept running through my head. A couple of days later, he texted me again. This time, I
14:34didn't ignore it. I told him clearly and firmly that I wasn't interested. That was when things
14:40escalated. Almost immediately, he replied, OK, good luck changing your address. I couldn't believe it.
14:49In one insane text that he clearly sent before thinking of the repercussions,
14:53he proved my suspicions right. I saved the messages and took screenshots. I went straight
14:59to my manager and explained everything. My manager was shocked. He told me not to worry,
15:05that they'd handle it. I also went with my dad to the local police department to file a report,
15:10showing them the messages and explaining the incident with the window, explaining that I
15:14suspected Sean might be stalking me. The next day at work, Sean was called in by our boss.
15:20He didn't come back. It turned out he was fired on the spot, and the police started the paperwork
15:26for a restraining order. I thought maybe that would be the end of it, but I quickly realized
15:31that nothing really felt over. Even with the restraining order in place, if he was actually
15:37a crazy person, what's a piece of paper going to do to stop him from coming back to the house
15:41and doing something crazy. I double-checked locks obsessively, refused to answer any calls or
15:47messages from unknown numbers, and avoided talking about my routines with anyone except family.
15:53The weeks dragged on like that. I would wake up at night, convinced I heard something outside.
15:59I had to remind myself constantly that the restraining order was legally binding,
16:03that he couldn't come near me, but the fear was real.
16:06Eventually, as the weeks turned into months, the paranoia started to fade.
16:11There were no incidents, no attempts to contact me, no sudden appearances.
16:16The restraining order seemed to hold, and life slowly returned to normal.
16:21I got more comfortable going out alone, stopped checking my window obsessively before bed,
16:26and eventually, I stopped thinking about Sean altogether.
16:29It took a long time though, for me to feel fully safe again. Even after moving on, the experience
16:36left a mark. I was hyper-aware of my surroundings, cautious about new people I met, especially in
16:42situations where I felt isolated. I learned to trust my instincts and take any uncomfortable
16:47behavior seriously, no matter how small it seemed at first. Looking back, the thing that scares me most
16:53isn't that Sean might have actually harmed me. It's how quickly someone who seems normal, even awkward
16:58or harmless, can turn into a source of fear. It can start with small, seemingly innocent interactions,
17:05messages, questions, little comments, and escalate into something far more serious.
17:12Now, years later, I've moved past it. I work in a different town, live in a new apartment,
17:17and I don't think about that grocery store anymore. I don't talk to a single co-worker from that job
17:22anymore. But the memory of those nights lying in bed, convinced someone was outside my window,
17:28it's not something that ever goes away entirely. It's a reminder of how quickly life can feel unsafe,
17:34even in a small, quiet town where nothing ever seems to happen. And while Sean never came close
17:39to doing anything physically, the psychological impact was enough to make me question how safe I
17:44ever truly was. So if you're ever at work and notice a co-worker crossing a line, even subtly,
17:50take it seriously, don't brush it off as awkwardness or harmless flirting. It might seem over the top
17:57at first, but it could save you from months of fear, or worse. Because sometimes, the danger isn't
18:04obvious. But eventually, I did move on. And now, years later, I can look back and say I survived.
18:11And that's enough.
18:21When I was 26, I started working at a small insurance office in a quiet part of Pennsylvania,
18:27the kind of office that's tucked behind a strip mall with one long row of desks,
18:32flickering fluorescent lights, and the smell of coffee at all hours of the day.
18:36It wasn't glamorous, but it paid the bills, and I liked most of the people there.
18:42The job could get boring, especially on slow days when the phones barely rang,
18:46but it was easy money. I usually worked the day shift, but on this particular Friday,
18:51I was scheduled to help close up the office because we were behind on filing a batch of
18:55client records. There was a big storm warning that afternoon, the kind that takes over the
19:01entire local news broadcast. The moment I woke up and looked out the window that morning,
19:06I knew it was going to be a dark, stormy day. And around 3 o'clock, the rain started to pour
19:11so heavily you couldn't see the end of the street. The thunder came soon after, shaking the windows
19:17every few minutes. Honestly, I was personally enjoying the ambiance of the storm. Then the
19:22manager decided to let most of the employees leave early before it got worse, but a couple of us
19:27volunteered to stay to finish some paperwork. The only other person who stayed was a guy named Tom,
19:33who had just started working there about two weeks prior. He was in his early 30s, tall, quiet,
19:39and sort of off-putting in a way I couldn't describe. I wouldn't say creepy, just strange.
19:45He never said much to anyone, but he was always nearby. If I went to make coffee, he'd be there two
19:51minutes later. If I was restocking paper, he'd show up pretending to do the same thing. I figured
19:57he was just socially awkward. When 5 o'clock hit, the storm was in full force. I swear every few
20:04seconds lightning flashed, followed by thunder that made the floor vibrate. The office felt emptier
20:10than usual, and the usual hum of lights was replaced by the sound of the storm. Tom was sitting at his
20:16desk a few rows down, typing something on his computer that looked like nonsense from where I
20:20sat. Every time I looked up, I could see him glancing over in my direction. At first, I tried
20:26to focus on my work, but after an hour or so, I realized I hadn't seen him get up once. Around 6.30,
20:34the power started flickering. Both of us made the same nervous laugh when the lights dimmed, but he
20:39didn't say anything. The next flicker lasted longer, and when the power finally went out completely,
20:45the office went silent, except for the rain. The emergency lights kicked in, leaving everything
20:51bathed in a faint orange glow. I said something about maybe it being a good time to head out, but Tom
20:57didn't respond. I heard the sound of keys jingling, and then the front door locking. He muttered something
21:04about how it wasn't safe to go outside right now. I thought maybe he was just trying to be helpful, but
21:10something about the way he said it gave me chills. I went to grab my bag and jacket, thinking
21:15I'd waited out for a few minutes before heading home. The power outage made the whole building
21:20feel smaller. The emergency lights barely lit the hallways, and the storm outside was deafening.
21:25When I came back toward the front, Tom was standing near the door, just staring out into
21:31the dark parking lot. The rain was falling so heavily you couldn't see anything past the glass.
21:36I told him I was going to make a quick call to my boyfriend to let him know I'd be home soon.
21:40He didn't say anything again. He stood there staring out the window. I walked toward the
21:46break room, but when I tried using my phone, there was no signal. I figured the storm must
21:51have knocked out the tower. I tried the landline, but the line was dead too. I turned around to go
21:58back to the main office, and nearly jumped when I saw Tom standing in the doorway. I hadn't even
22:03heard him walk up. He was holding a small flashlight under his chin, casting shadows up his face. He
22:10had this half-smile, like he thought it was funny. I forced a nervous laugh and told him he scared me.
22:15I then asked him again about unlocking the door so I could leave, but he said something about it not
22:21being safe yet, and how it was better to wait until the worst of the storm passed. I said fine,
22:26but inside I was starting to feel nervous. He kept watching me. I decided to move to my cubicle to
22:33pack up my stuff, pretending to be calm. I wanted to wait for a lull in the storm, and then get out.
22:40When I looked up again a few minutes later, Tom was gone. I figured maybe he went to the restroom.
22:46I took the chance to head to the back door instead of the front one. I knew that one led to a small
22:51parking lot behind the building where my car was. When I reached it, I realized the handle wouldn't
22:56move. The door was chained shut from the inside, like someone had looped a chain and padlock around it.
23:02We had never done that before. I turned around and saw the faint glow of the flashlight coming
23:08from down the hallway. I ducked into the supply closet next to the break room and closed the
23:13door quietly, trying to keep my breathing under control. I could hear Tom walking slowly through
23:19the hall, and then I heard him call my name. He sounded like he was trying to sound comforting.
23:25He said he just wanted to make sure I was safe. I didn't move or say a word. My heart was pounding
23:30so hard I thought he could probably hear it. He walked past the closet, and for a few seconds,
23:36I could see the thin strip of light from the flashlight shining under the door. Then it
23:41disappeared. A loud crack of thunder made the building shake. The sound of rain got even
23:47louder for a second, and I realized part of the roof above the break room must have been
23:51leaking. I waited I'd estimate ten minutes before I finally worked up the nerve to open the
23:56door a little. The hall was empty. The flashlight beam was gone. I stepped out carefully and made
24:03my way toward the front again. When I turned the corner, I froze. The front glass door had been
24:10shattered completely. Rain was blowing inside across the floor, soaking the carpet. Tom was
24:16nowhere in sight. I hesitated, wondering if he had gone outside, but then I realized this was my only
24:23chance. I ran out the door into the pouring rain and sprinted for my car. I didn't even care that
24:29I was getting drenched. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely get the key in the ignition.
24:35I sped out of the parking lot without looking back once. When I finally got home, I locked every door
24:40and sat in my living room shaking, watching the rain pour against my windows. I didn't sleep that
24:46night. The next morning, I called the office and told my manager what had happened. He didn't believe
24:53me at first until he got there himself and saw the broken glass. He called the police, who showed up
24:59and took a statement from me when I was at the office. They said they'd look into it, but it
25:04sounded like Tom had just taken off. His car was still in the lot, unlocked, with the keys sitting
25:10on the driver's seat. His phone, wallet, and a few personal items were still inside. The security
25:16cameras had been turned off manually before the power outage, which meant he must have done it earlier
25:21in the night. Nobody ever saw him again. A few of my co-workers said maybe he had some kind of
25:27breakdown, but I couldn't stop wondering if he'd been planning something worse. I quit the job a
25:32month later. Even though nothing ever happened after that, I couldn't work in a small, enclosed
25:37place like that where I had experienced such a traumatic incident. It just wasn't healthy.
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