The Forest Delivery: Haunted House Horror Leaves Courtroom Stunned

Deliveries are supposed to be simple—pick up a package, sign a form, and leave. But for 32-year-old courier David, a late-night assignment to retrieve an order from a house deep in the forest turned into a nightmare. His testimony later shook a courtroom, left the judge pale, and spread online as one of the most unsettling delivery stories ever told.

The Assignment

It was nearly midnight when the dispatcher radioed him. A customer had left a package to be collected at a rural address. David groaned—storm clouds had already swallowed the moon. Still, work was work.

He followed a narrow dirt road into the forest, rain hammering his windshield. Branches scraped the sides of his van. His GPS flickered, losing signal, but eventually guided him to a clearing.

There, at the end of the path, stood a crooked two-story house. Lights glowed faintly from the windows, though the place looked abandoned.

The Knock

David grabbed his clipboard and splashed through the mud to the porch. He knocked on the door.

Silence.

He knocked again. Knock. Knock. Knock.

This time, footsteps echoed inside. Slow. Heavy. Approaching the door.

But no one opened it.

The Inside

The door creaked open on its own. Rain gusted past him as David stepped inside, calling, “Delivery pickup!”

The air smelled of damp wood and mildew. The hallway stretched into darkness. A single package sat on a table by the stairs.

Relieved, he signed the form, grabbed the box, and turned to leave.

The door had closed.

The Figures

Lightning flashed through the window. For a split second, David saw them—figures standing on the staircase. Pale faces. Hollow eyes. Dozens of them, all staring silently down at him.

Thunder roared. The staircase was empty.

Heart pounding, he bolted for the door, package clutched tight.

The Chase

As he ran back to his van, footsteps followed. Fast. Heavy. Splattering mud behind him. He didn’t dare look back.

He slammed the door, started the engine, and floored the accelerator.

But in the rearview mirror, he saw them. Shapes running alongside the van, their faces pressed to the glass as though the windows were only paper.

The Package

David didn’t stop until he reached the main road. Rain poured down as he pulled over, shaking. He looked at the box on the passenger seat.

Water dripped from it, though it hadn’t been outside long. He tore the tape open with trembling hands.

Inside was nothing but a slip of paper. Three words scrawled in wet ink:

“YOU TOOK IT.”

The Aftermath

When police arrived, they found David pale, incoherent, babbling about the house and the figures. Officers returned with him to the address.

The house was gone. The clearing was empty, as if nothing had ever stood there.

But the box remained. Its damp paper message, photographed and entered into evidence, was undeniable.

In Court

Weeks later, David testified. His voice cracked as he described the footsteps, the faces, the chase.

The defense dismissed it as exhaustion and hallucination. But the package and its paper note sat on the evidence table, undeniable.

The judge lingered on it longer than usual before moving on, visibly unsettled.

Viral Reaction

Online, the story went viral instantly.

• “Delivery drivers deserve combat pay for this.”

• “YOU TOOK IT?? Bro return to sender immediately.”

• “Imagine chasing a van at 40 mph. Nope.”

TikTok edits looped his testimony with rain sounds. Reddit threads debated whether the house was real, a trick of the storm, or something far older.

Lingering Fear

David quit his courier job. He avoids forests entirely, avoids even rural deliveries. He admits that sometimes, during storms, packages appear on his porch—unmarked, damp, and empty except for slips of paper.

Always with the same words:

“YOU TOOK IT.”