The Smiling Man – A True Story by Blue_Tidal

If there’s one thing I love, it’s a good scary story. And even more than that, I love it when a scary story is equal parts scary as it is creepy. And what  I love even more than that, is when said scary and creepy story is real.

The following story I read one night on Reddit, and it was creepy. I knew it was good because as I read it, goosebumps crawled up my arms. Then, later that night, after I read it and I was home alone, I wanted to read it again. And again. Because it had stuck with me. I found myself wondering what I would do in the same situation.

Then later I discovered that I wasn’t the only person it stuck with. It’s gotten thousands upon thousands of views on Reddit and someone even made a short film about it. You can find more information about it just by googling, but here’s a post from the Daily Dot about the story and film.

I want to share it with you today.


The Smiling Man

Posted Originally on Reddit by Blue_Tidal

About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I’ve always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.

I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.

It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.

I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each “box” with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.

Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.

I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back… and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.

I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn’t move.

Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn’t tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.

I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.

I’d like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn’t. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.

And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.

When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, “What the fuck do you want?!” in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, “What the fuu…?”

Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn’t react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.

And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn’t moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.

I ran too.

I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.

I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn’t look drunk, he didn’t look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that’s a very, very scary thing to see.



The short film adaptation of The Smiling Man

Titled: 2AM: The Smiling Man by Let’s Go For Broke Pictures


I’d like to thank Blue_Tidal for sharing this true story with the world. I hope to hear more from him / her.

Tell me readers, what did you guys think? Do you like the film better or the story? What is the scariest real encounter you’ve ever had? What is the scariest true story you’ve ever read? Share it in the comments below!

Jolene - Midnight Society Signatures

  • Kathy Palm
    April 7, 2014

    That was fabulous and will linger in my mind forever! I liked the written story better, maybe because my mind is sometimes the creepiest place to be. All my scariest moments are due to overactive imagination, like walking into my daughter’s room to find her stuffed unicorn sitting perfectly upright staring at me. I left. No it didn’t move, well, if it did, I wasn’t sticking around to watch. lol Part of me longs for something seriously creepy to happen to me … the other part thinks I’m crazy. I do love watching all the ghosty shows where people share their stories. Fascinating!
    Thank you for sharing. I might never have gotten to read it, which would have been a tragedy.

  • Faith McKay
    April 7, 2014

    Damn that was creepy. The written story was much creepier than the movie. I feel like I’m going to be looking behind me for the rest of the day.

  • T.A. Brock
    April 9, 2014

    Holy mudsucker! That was terrifying. The written account was worse, IMO. Omygawd, seriously that would scare the shnot out of me. Geez. I’d never walk at night again.

    Whew. Okay. I’m calm. But really though. That’s scary.

  • Thursday Scare: There's No Such Thing... - The Midnight Society
    March 5, 2015

    […] the only person who needed a little creep in my week. I’ve also posted before about The Smiling Man. That includes a story and a video and supposedly, The Smiling Man is a true story. And well, […]

  • Real Life True Horror - The Midnight Society
    June 1, 2015

    […] April I wrote a post about The Smiling Man, which is supposed to be a true story. I love this story so much. It creeps me out no matter how […]

  • Shen.Hart
    June 1, 2015

    Scary stories don’t usually scare me, I’ve dealt with shadow men and other things. That one however, creeped me out. I’m so glad I don’t have to leave the flat until morning. The story was definitely scarily too.

Leave a Reply

Previous Post
Don’t Let Them See You’re Afraid
Next Post
Penny Dreadful