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2008-10-31 11:45:40 AM
invisichamesh: My parents think their house is haunted. My mother tells me this story where one day, she was in the kitchen cooking and my much younger brother was in the living room when she hears the piano being played. Thinking it was my brother, she comes into the living room to see my brother clear across the room staring at the piano and the cat hissing at it. My brother sweared it wasn't him, and the piano played itself.

Well, my brother could have been lying, but then much later my stepfather was in the living room and he saw the piano play itself. So did both of my sisters at different times. Supposedly, everyone but my mother and I have seen the piano play itself. I suggested it was a mouse or something like that, and my mother said that, actually, they had checked that, and found that if you pressed the mechanism inside the piano, the keys went up, not down.

So now my whole family thinks the house is haunted, though my mother figures that if all the ghost is doing is playing the piano, it's all right. Me, heh, not too inclined to believe in ghosts, so I don't know what to think.


Ask the piano player if he knows any Chopin?
 
2008-10-31 11:46:09 AM
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2008-10-31 11:47:09 AM
When my brother was 3 and a half he woke up one night, screaming. Said he woke up and a man was sitting on his bed. He wasn't afraid, but then the man disappeared into thin air.

He was so freaked out my parents let him sleep with them. A couple hours later they got a phone call--my grandfather had died. He died a couple hours earlier.

Later, my mom got some family pictures and showed them to my brother (covering my grandfather's face with her finger). When she removed her finger, he would freak out and cry.
 
2008-10-31 11:47:17 AM
I lived in Luxembourg for a year or so, doing work for the banking industry there (it's about as exciting as you'd think).

My apartment building there was a hundred or so years old, although it was completely refinished inside. Really nice.

My apartment was on the ground floor, and had two very large windows, stretching from about three feet off the floor to the ceiling. It wasn't uncommon for friends who were stopping by to knock on the window to let me know they were there (otherwise they had to go through the arduous process of being buzzed in).

Anyway, after a month or so of living in this apartment, I was awoken in the wee hours of the morning by someone knocking on my window. The knocking continued while I got up, put on some clothes, walked to the window, and opened the drapes. Exactly when I opened the drapes, the knocking stopped. No one was there, and it was like 3 AM.

This would happen maybe one or two nights a week for the rest of the time I lived there (a year or so). The knocking would always stop right when I got to the window, or, more perversely, if I yelled at the sound to stop. There wasn't any rhyme or reason to the timing of the knocks - sometimes it would be eight in the evening and other times it would be three in the morning.

There were other times where I would be sitting in bed or at my desk, and the TV would just turn on. I was nowhere near the TV or the remote control, and the TV would just come on and start blathering about whatever.

Before I got phone service, my phone would still ring. No one on the other end of the line, of course.

The freakiest thing was one time, the knocking started at the window, the television turned itself on, and the knocking immediately stopped. I went out and had a beer at that point.

So, yeah, I'm sure there are logical explanations for all of it (steam in the radiator pipes for the knocking, power surges for the TV, bad wiring for the phone), but the coincidences in timing and apparent reactions to my demands (stopping the knocking when asked, etc) freaked me the fark out.
 
2008-10-31 11:47:31 AM
BUSH RE-ELECTED FOR THIRD TERM UNDER EMERGENCY WAR ACT
//and i am conservative
 
2008-10-31 11:47:52 AM
Got stinkimg drunk one night and picked up a real BEAST for a one night stand.
I was living with 3 other guys at the time and next morning had to get her out of the house before anyone else woke up.

Still cringe to this day. God she was scary.
 
2008-10-31 11:47:58 AM
MNguy

Excellent movie.
 
2008-10-31 11:48:39 AM
MayoBoy: someonelse: The world's shortest ghost story:

The last man on earth is sitting in his room. Suddenly, he hears a knock at the door.

Wouldn't every room be his room?


I was thinking, good news, it has to be a chick knocking.
 
2008-10-31 11:49:04 AM
nopokerface: MayoBoy: someonelse: The world's shortest ghost story:

The last man on earth is sitting in his room. Suddenly, he hears a knock at the door.

Wouldn't every room be his room?

I was thinking, good news, it has to be a chick knocking.


Great minds think alike :)
 
2008-10-31 11:49:37 AM
beefjerky: MayoBoy: LineNoise: I'll have to dig through the archive to find it, as I hate typing it up every year, but I basically laid drywall in a haunted house.

I think I hung a wood floor in that same house.

how do you hang a wood floor?

Fail


FAIL to you, sir.
 
2008-10-31 11:50:00 AM
In college, I had dubbed a piece of classical music from CD onto cassette tape for my walkman and was enjoying a stroll through a cemetery one fine day. About 20 or 30 seconds into it, I heard as plain as day through my music, "Are ya still there?!"

I'm not the superstitious sort, but I couldn't help the release of adrenaline. Goosepimples for sure, and I didn't know what the hell was going on.

Turns out I had some CB inteference by a trucker zooming by my apartment when I was making the recording.
 
2008-10-31 11:51:06 AM
Pxtl: Sleep Paralysis

huh, I never knew it was a bad thing, I just figured I was more tired than I'd realized.
 
2008-10-31 11:51:36 AM
I was making out with this lady. I pulled down her pants and she had a full grown amazon forest! It scared me and I was unable to continue.

/hooray for early drinking!!
 
2008-10-31 11:54:12 AM
When I was about 17, my grandfather passed away and within a few months, my grandmother became very ill and had to be hospitalized. It turns out she had a gangrenous small bowel and needed surgery, which was very risky because she had emphysema from years and years of smoking.

The night before her surgery, I had a dream where I was in a house that's not your house, but a house that's familiar to you. Anyhoo.. in the dream I'm looking out the window, and my recently deceased grandfather shows up. He was barefoot, but dressed in his favorite fleece fall coat and flap-eared hat that he liked to war, and was carrying his favorite lawn chair. I got a little freaked out and tried to hide, but he saw me and motioned to me to let him inside.

So I let him inside the house and I kind of start babbling to him about some stupid thing and he turned to me and asked, "Where is your Grandmother?" I told him that she was in the hospital, was very ill and might die. He told me, "Yes, I know. She's going to join me today," and then he disappeared.

I immediately woke up and started crying, and ran upstairs to tell my mom about what happened. She said he had visited her too. Thankfully, my grandmother survived and lived for another 8-10 years. Had she died on that day, I think I would have to have been institutionalized.
 
2008-10-31 11:54:15 AM
I've never had anything really scary happen to me, but there have been a few weird things. Here's the best:

My family lives on a dirt road in rural Minnesota. We keep and breed Shire horses, have for almost thirty years now. Our horse vet is retired now, but lives just up the dirt road from us down a long driveway.

One night, the vet's wife (also a vet, but for our dogs and cats) was driving up her driveway when two horses ran in front of our car. One was big and black with white markings on the feet and face (a Shire) and the other was a small light brown pony.

Since my mother is the only owner of Shire horses for many miles, she called us to let us know some of our horses got out. After hearing the horses described, my mom said "Oh, that's Juliet and Whisky. They're both dead."

Neither of the horses was seen again, but it makes me happy because they were two of my favorites and I would like to think they're still around somehow.
 
2008-10-31 11:56:18 AM
I only have one.

I used to live in an old carriage house. The place was a converted garage that the house owner converted to a residence with a huge open upstairs to keep his daughter from going to the bars downtown (so she could hang out with her friends there and dance) back in the early 1910's.

Anyway, my bedroom was downstairs and my roommate's was upstairs. He was out with his girlfriend one night and I was home alone. When all of a sudden I heard some footsteps walk diagonally across the room upstairs. Hard, heal first walking. I was immediately confused, since they couldn't have gotten in without me knowing, so I went upstairs and there was nobody there. Needless to say, a chill shot up my back. Spooky.
 
2008-10-31 11:57:22 AM
OK, this was scary, but not in a "ghost story" way. More like a "am I going insane" way.

Last year I was sick with the flu for almost two weeks, and could barely keep any food down. Water and chicken broth, maybe some crackers, but that was about it. The illness kept me from sleeping for any longer than a half hour at a time; I would wake up burning with fever or chilled and covered in sweat. The flu medication I was taking had an intoxicating effect, but I only had a little bit of it left from the last time I had the flu, enough to last for about 5 days. Withdrawal from the medication, combined with malnourishment, dehydration, and lack of sleep combined to drag me into a hellish waking nightmare for days, as I began having visual and auditory hallucinations...

I tried to sleep the second night after I ran out of flu medicine, and after about twenty minutes I began to drift off to sleep. Suddenly, I heard my doorbell ringing. I sat bolt upright in bed, looked at the clock (it was about 2 AM) and cautiously made my way to the apartment door. I have two doors; the first opens to the entryway and the second leads to outside; the inner door therefore has no peephole. I began to unlock the inner door, and I heard something moving in the entryway. I froze in mid-motion and listened intently at the door; I thought I could hear someone whispering. Most of it was unintelligible, but I thought I heard my name a few times, and it seemed to me that there was more than one voice whispering. After a few minutes, the whispering sounds stopped and I opened the door just a crack and peeked through; nothing there. (This type of hallucination (the doorbell ringing) happened a LOT during that week; to this day when I hear a doorbell ringing in a movie, on TV, or in real life I feel anxious.)

I closed and locked the door and tried to go back to sleep. This time I made it about a half an hour, and I started having a vivid dream that I had contracted something like the Ebola virus, and that I was bleeding from everyplace at once. I woke up (or at least thought I woke up) and felt like my guts were on fire; I convulsed and began vomiting blood, thinking to myself, "this is how I'm going to die!" I thought at that point I tried to scream but just kept making groaning sounds. At that point I blacked out (I figure my body was saying, "enough of this shiate, time for some real sleep") and of course when I woke up a few hours later, there was no blood on my bed or floor, so obviously I hallucinated that episode. But the sensations were so vivid, I sincerely thought I was going to die.
 
2008-10-31 11:57:38 AM
Last year, I made this video. (new window)

People then filmed kids watching the video. It was pretty cool to see different kids reacting in different ways:

A cute baby. (new window)

A future scream queen. (new window)

Two kids scared out of their minds. (new window)
 
2008-10-31 11:58:34 AM
Fact Man

what/where are those drawings from?
i recongnize them... saw them years ago... but i can't place from where or what.... hmmm...
 
2008-10-31 11:59:06 AM
Several years back when I was in college I was very stressed out and very busy studying for finals. One night after I finished studying I was finally able to fall asleep. I had a strange dream that night, but first a little background.

My grandmother was one of 13 kids, born around the early 1900s in rural Mississippi. All through my childhood the 'brothers and sisters' as we called them were very caring and nice people who would always cook a big meal or provide any assitance if it was needed. One by one, as they all aged, they passed on...interestingly the order of deaths so far has been from the oldest to the next in line and so on...

Anyway...in the dream I was walking into a large kitchen/dining room of great big old house...complete with period appliances and decorations of the 1920s...an old electric fan blowing, old music on the radio. In this room were all of my old great aunts and uncles who had died. The men were sitting listening to the radio, the women were preparing a meal. A brilliant white light radiated inwards from the windows. When my aunts and uncles saw me they beckoned me to come in and sit down and relax.

I woke up the next morning completely stress free and relaxed...finished my exams and all was well.

Strange.
 
2008-10-31 11:59:38 AM
Right after I was born, my parents moved into an old house out in the country. It was built in the early 1900's and was owned by a farmer. Nobody had lived there for about ten years or so, so he let us stay there for free since my parents were young and just-out-of-college poor. I lived in that house until I was about 6 or 7 and it was always really creepy there at night.

When I was 5 or so, I started having dreams about an old guy who was going to kill me with a knife. In the dreams, I'd be in my bedroom sleeping and wake up (still in my dream, though) to see an older man standing there with a knife. Sometimes he'd just stand there, other times he'd make threatening motions at me, and a few times I'd see a little boy sitting in the corner of my room crying. These dreams continued once or twice a week for at least two months or so.

After convincing my parents to let me sleep in their room, I stopped having the nightmares and soon afterwards began sleeping in my room again. I never had any dreams about the old man again.

However, when I was 10 or so, I saw the movie Halloween and the way Michael Myers was holding a knife reminded me of the dreams. I mentioned the dreams to my best friend, who was watching the movie with me at the time. A few months later he got onto the bus on the way to school extremely excited. He said that he had been talking to his grandpa about Halloween costumes and his grandpa started telling him scary stories.

It turns out that one of his stories involved the house I used to live in. Apparently in the 30's a man had lived there with his wife and two children; a son and daughter. One day, in the middle of the afternoon, he snapped, stabbing his wife to death and then murdering his two children while they were upstairs playing in their room. He then went outside about 300 yards north of the house, walked out into the middle of a small, shallow pond, and slit his own throat.

I thought my friend was screwing with me, so I convinced my mom to take me to the library so that I could look in some old newspapers for confirmation (never would have thought of it if I hadn't had to look through old newspapers for a school project the year before). Sure enough, there was a man that had lived there and murdered his family in that manner. There was a picture of room where the children were murdered, and it was my bedroom from a few years before.

I'm reluctant to attribute my dreams to anything supernatural, so I'm guessing that when I was younger I had heard someone mention the murder, but it didn't really register in my memory other than in dreams. I know that when I was little, I'd get rides in my friend's grandpa's combine during corn and wheat harvest... he could have mentioned it then, since he always liked playing tricks on little kids. Either way, when I saw that picture in the newspaper, it freaked me the hell out.

/too much typing
 
2008-10-31 12:00:09 PM
My pal used to put on big overalls stuffed with straw and put a pumpkin on his head. He slumped down on a bench on his front porch, looked just like a scarecrow. He'd have the bowl of candy in his lap so the kids could reach in and grab their treats. When they reached in he'd grab them by the wrist and lurch at them. I've never seen anything funnier, little kids screaming their lungs out and sprinting down the block. Sadly his wife made him stop when one kid vaulted the porch rail and landed in the bushes, crying his eyes out.
 
2008-10-31 12:00:19 PM
tehrza: Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air. In West Philadelphia I was born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, And said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air." I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, But I thought "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.

god damn you...
 
2008-10-31 12:00:28 PM
bobgilbert: Haven't seen you in a while, dunno if you remember me but it's good to see names I recognize in here!

I recognize you, man, good to see you!
 
2008-10-31 12:00:42 PM
Some friends of mine and I rented a house near UC 100+ year old house huge ceilings, three floors, they don't make them like they used to type place. From the time we moved in to the time we moved out the goofiest/creepiest shiat happened. When we looked at the place we found a dead cat in the basement. They told us it got locked in and died. (One of the guys working on the place refused to go in the basement where we found the cat.)

We were painting the bedrooms upstairs. There were four of us doing it and as usual my buddy was running late. So were painting and I hear heavy footfalls on the stairs. I think it's him and walk out of the room to the hall which overlooks the stairs yelling "It's about time dic......" No one was there. So because I'm paranoid and my girlfriend was there I check the house. Nothing. We always heard footsteps and running upstairs. Doors rattling, rooms going cold in the summer time all sorts of spooky stuff.
So I moved my stuff in and was sleeping there. No one was in the house. I checked all the door and windows they were locked. each bedroom had a lock as well. So it's locked and I got to sleep. Around 2 I hear my door unlocking and locking again. Silde click, slide click. I thought it was my friends farking with me. So I told them to knock it off I had to work early. It stopped nothing else was said. The next morning I realized the lock can only be turned on my side. It was built into the door. You can't tell there is a lock from the outside of it.
Few days later my friends now wife watched a little boy walk though the door connecting our rooms. Look at her and my friend (who slept though it) walk past their bed and out the other locked door. Freaked her out.
I had legos and several models/toys on a shelf in the living room. One morning I found the shelf empty and the toys around the room. None of the legos were busted up even though they were on the top shelf.
The pantry door would not stay shut. We would close it and make sure it was latched. 15 minutes later it would open.
The basement was divided up into three rooms. One had the washer dryer and the other was storage. No light bulb would last longer than a day in the socket. I had my buddy an electrician check it. It was fine and the wiring was all new.
Several times we had parties and you would hear things thrashing around in the basement. Like thrown. The best was the night the fire alarm battery was dieing. It's beeping and I needed the step ladder in the basement to change it. So I head down there to grab it. I look into the pitch black part of the basement and I see a face, floating there, and it looked angry. I started to feel rather odd and could feel something on me. I thought of my girlfriend (now wife) upstairs and told it to "Get the fark off me." It got more pissed and faded.
The best was after we got a cat some friends came into town and we were sitting around telling them about the place. They didn't believe us and then the one cat toy came slowly rolling into the room. Stopped and rolled out again. Then I pointed out that the cat was sleeping next to them.
After the couple moved out another friend moved in. After a few months he asks me "I thought you got rid of the cat." We did. Seems he got up in the middle of the night to take a leak and a cat was weaving in-between his legs. We'd see the "cat" in the windows all the time. Blinds would move like the cat was walking next to them.

I miss the house. It got sold and we had to move. The new owners gutted it and rebuilt the inside. I just wonder if the "cat" is still there.
 
2008-10-31 12:01:06 PM
Hardy-r-r: Got stinkimg drunk one night and picked up a real BEAST for a one night stand.
I was living with 3 other guys at the time and next morning had to get her out of the house before anyone else woke up.

Still cringe to this day. God she was scary.


Same story here but I did NOT get her out of my apartment before my roommate saw her. Still catch shiat for that one.
 
2008-10-31 12:01:39 PM
Here is a nicee animated gif from "The Ring" for anyone interested (Too big to post here)
 
2008-10-31 12:03:13 PM
indenture: When my brother was 3 and a half he woke up one night, screaming. Said he woke up and a man was sitting on his bed. He wasn't afraid, but then the man disappeared into thin air.

He was so freaked out my parents let him sleep with them. A couple hours later they got a phone call--my grandfather had died. He died a couple hours earlier.

Later, my mom got some family pictures and showed them to my brother (covering my grandfather's face with her finger). When she removed her finger, he would freak out and cry.


On the day my Dad died my sister in law had left my parents house to go get her kids from school. Ages 5 & 3. Well she picked them up and did not tell them what had happened and as my Sister in law is driving my niece said "Mommy, Papa is in the car"
 
2008-10-31 12:03:14 PM
B-b-but there's no such thing as ghosts.
 
2008-10-31 12:03:50 PM
When I was 12 years old, I was sleeping in my bed at home. At around 1AM, I woke up for no particularly reason and laid in bed for a few minutes staring at the ceiling. At this point, my eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the room and I was fully conscious of what was going on, although it was still very dark. I decided to get up and get a drink of water, so I sat up, turned, and was about to get out of bed, when I realized there was someone in my room, standing right in front of me. They were fairly short, maybe about 4ft tall, so I thought it was my younger sister at first. I was about to ask her what she was doing there, when I realized that it wasn't her. I froze with fear, adrenaline surged through me. My senses focused and I realized that it didn't even look like a person at all. It was just a dark figure, solid, but without features, except for its eyes which were staring at me. I'll never forget those cold yellow eyes. I thought I must still be dreaming or groggy and misperceiving somehow, I *had* to be, so I just tried to wake myself up while I was sitting there in shock look at it. No, I was definitely awake, and even after I had sat there for a good 30-60 seconds, too afraid to do anything, it was still there, just staring at me. I tried to get the nerve to yell or do something, but I was too afraid, I had never been so scared in all of my life. Finally, I gathered up every ounce of my courage, screamed and struck out at the figure wildly. I either missed or my hand went through it, and I fell over as a result. I immediately turned the light on as I got up to face whatever it was, but there was nothing there. The room was empty.

I've heard some similar stories from other people, only they usually are immediately waking when they have instances of sleep paralysis, and it's not usually this vivid and prolonged. I do have scientific training, and I tend to be very skeptical about things and general, but I can't deny what I saw with my own eyes. I am as certain that I was fully awake at that moment as I am certain of anything in my life. While I am not making any judgments, and still allow for the fact that it was some kind of unusually prolonged sleep paralysis, I still have no idea what I saw that night.
 
2008-10-31 12:04:04 PM
JohDHJ: invisichamesh: My parents think their house is haunted. My mother tells me this story where one day, she was in the kitchen cooking and my much younger brother was in the living room when she hears the piano being played. Thinking it was my brother, she comes into the living room to see my brother clear across the room staring at the piano and the cat hissing at it. My brother sweared it wasn't him, and the piano played itself.

Well, my brother could have been lying, but then much later my stepfather was in the living room and he saw the piano play itself. So did both of my sisters at different times. Supposedly, everyone but my mother and I have seen the piano play itself. I suggested it was a mouse or something like that, and my mother said that, actually, they had checked that, and found that if you pressed the mechanism inside the piano, the keys went up, not down.

So now my whole family thinks the house is haunted, though my mother figures that if all the ghost is doing is playing the piano, it's all right. Me, heh, not too inclined to believe in ghosts, so I don't know what to think.

Ask the piano player if he knows any Chopin?


That would be even creepier. I probably should note that 'playing the piano' was more like 'hitting some keys on a really out of tune piano', but 'playing the piano' sounded better.
 
2008-10-31 12:05:11 PM
Cuckoo: After a few minutes, the whispering sounds stopped and I opened the door just a crack and peeked through; nothing there. (This type of hallucination (the doorbell ringing) happened a LOT during that week; to this day when I hear a doorbell ringing in a movie, on TV, or in real life I feel anxious.)

Ah yes, medication bells. Always fun.

I was prescribed the antibiotic "Levaquin" when I had bronchitis once. The first time you take it the body needs to 'adjust' to the medicine. So we were eating supper and as the wife and kids were talking I got more and more irritable, as everytime someone finished a sentence there was a small bell-ringing noise. I finally said "What the heck are those bells?"
My wife blinked at me for a moment.
I then decided that laying down quietly in the bedroom was a good plan for the rest of the evening. The effect eventually went away. For some reason anti-biotics can do odd things to your hearing.
 
2008-10-31 12:05:44 PM
Pxtl: Google "Sleep Paralysis" and discover that the most horrifying moment of your life is totally common. Happens every time I combine two elements - a stuffy nose and getting cold.

I get this all time...twice this week in fact. Some scary shiat. I always wake up screaming.
 
2008-10-31 12:05:48 PM
I have a few interesting stories.

My Grandpa died about three years ago. He passed away in September. My Mom bought those Merry Christmas from Heaven ornaments to send anonomously to her siblings. Anyway I had a dream that my Grandpa called me. He told me that he loved me and asked me to thank my Mom for sending the ornaments.

My other Grandma and Grandpa passed away awhile ago. I went to the cemetery a few years ago to bring some flowers. It was the first time I'd been there by myself. I walked around for a good half an hour trying to find their grave. Eventually I just stopped and said "Where are you?"
I looked down and I was standing on their grave
 
2008-10-31 12:06:29 PM
sewiusproductions: I turn on the TV, after coming home from seeing THE farkING RING and see static, I nearly shiat myself, I turned off the TV, and didn't sleep right for a few days.

Ha, a similar thing happened to my friend after seeing that movie in a theater. He came home, went to the basement, and turned on the TV. Apparently he fell asleep and left the TV on. When he woke up, it was just showing a bunch of static. Then, his cell phone rang. He heard someone say "You have seven days."

Needless to say, he flipped the f*ck out. Later he discovered that the static was produced by the TV channel cutting off, and that another of our friends was playing a cruel prank on him with the phone call; the static was an unfortunate, concurrent coincidence.
 
2008-10-31 12:06:45 PM
When we were living in a different country, when I was eight years old, my mum told me that she had dreamt about her uncle. Six days later, the letter arrived to tell her he had died. She was not a nutcase, but she remained convinced that her uncle had come to say goodbye...they had had a family bond, and this was the outcome.
 
2008-10-31 12:06:58 PM
downtownkid: My pal used to put on big overalls stuffed with straw and put a pumpkin on his head. He slumped down on a bench on his front porch, looked just like a scarecrow. He'd have the bowl of candy in his lap so the kids could reach in and grab their treats. When they reached in he'd grab them by the wrist and lurch at them. I've never seen anything funnier, little kids screaming their lungs out and sprinting down the block. Sadly his wife made him stop when one kid vaulted the porch rail and landed in the bushes, crying his eyes out.

Tell your friend to watch this (Not a RickRoll)
 
2008-10-31 12:08:37 PM
The Loaf: The Loaf's Journal: October 31, Nineteen Eighty Two Thousand Eight

Pumpkin carcass in alley this morning. Tire tread on burst innards.

This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face.

The streets are extended gutters, and the gutters area full of candy. And when the doors finally close, all the children will drown have bad teeth.

The accumulated filth of all their costumes and silly clothing will foam up about their waists. And all the slutty school girls and pirates will look up and shout "Trick or Treat!".



And I'll look down and whisper, "No."

And then they'll egg my house.


Win
 
2008-10-31 12:08:58 PM
nosferatublue: sewiusproductions: When The Ring was in theaters, I made the mistake of going to see it with a few friends on Halloween night. We went to dinner first so we could see the 10:00PM showing. As it was a Thursday night, and I was a religious CSI viewer, I had to tape it.

Well, needless to say, movie scared the shiat out of me.

When I got home, I went to see if there was anything on TV.

I had this really old VCR where, if you were at the end of a tape, and the VCR was still on, it would just produce static.

I turn on the TV, after coming home from seeing THE farkING RING and see static, I nearly shiat myself, I turned off the TV, and didn't sleep right for a few days.

I still haven't seen a movie yet that scared me like that one.


I've written my story before, but what the heck:

The situation: Birthday party, one of the kid's friends are over and everyone is watching "The Ring"

The scene in the movie in just about to be when she's at the cottage watching the "tape" for the first time.

ME: upstairs with the ability to see what's playing on the TV downstairs, with a remote that can take over the downstairs' TV, a cell phone and one of my daughters (who was about 8 or 9 at the time)wearing a black wig and a large white t-shirt.

So, in the movie, the "tape" plays and she gets the call.

ME: turns off the TV and calls downstairs on the cell (number blocked) with daughter now at bottom of stairs ready to walk(the whole twitching thing) towards the pitch dark living room to moment the phone stops ringing.

Results: LOTS of screaming, one of the kids has to call his parents to come and get him, and the story becomes a legend in the school.

/good times.
 
2008-10-31 12:09:09 PM
Two years ago, a friend decided to scare the shiat out of his brother. He talked me into helping. We all went to a hay ride one night. The plan was... my friend made an excuse to leave me and his brother. Then... after a few minutes, he was to jump out from behind a scare crow. Simple, right? Really thought this one would work. His brother jumped at anything and he was drunk.

Plan is going well, friend leaves. His brother and I are walking toward the scare crow. Next thing I know, I hear a sound coming from behind the scare crow. His brother jumped back... grabbed the wooden pole holding the scare crow... jabbed the pole in the direction of the sound. When the pole struck, it made a sucking sound.

Damn... I just knew he impaled my friend's face. The brother was stepping back trying to catch his breath. I go over to the pole just knowing it's going to be bad. Just at that time... my friend come running around the corner wondering what was going on. Come to find out, he was delayed by running into a few friends of his. When I went to where the scare crow was, his brother had stuck the pole into a pumpkin.

Since his brother passed out and did not remember anything, we decided not to talk about this ever again. I guess it's alright to post it. It was "The Night Mike Was Almost Killed By His Own Brother and Stupidity".
 
2008-10-31 12:09:35 PM
Shorewood Senior Campus

At 3:32 this morning, I heard a knock on my door. No, make that a flurry of knocks, a burst of noise invading my sleep. I sprang awake, trying to answer the phone, shut off my alarm; whatever was needed to tell the world to shut the hell up so I could go back to sleep. I stuck on a pair of shorts, almost concerned that I had them on backwards...grabbed the first shirt-like thing I could find, which happened to be a jacket, and stumbled to the door. I looked out the peephole.

The hallway was dark. This struck me as odd at first, then somewhat scary.

The hallway shouldn't have been dark, for one thing. The hallways were always brightly lit, this being a "senior campus" and all....can't have Aunt Matilda wandering around darkened hallways at night, you know...

Worse, I still heard the knocking, though glimpse through the peephole showed that no one was there. I could feel the vibrations from the knocking, the frequency growing more and more frantic, until it was pounding instead of knocking, as if whoever it was didn't care to have the door answered as much as punished.

I readied myself-well, for what, I'm not sure, but I was ready-and opened the door. The knocking stopped immediately, and at first, it seemed perfectly reasonable to suspect a poltergeist or something equally fantastic was responsible.

Then I felt something brush against my feet.

It finally ocurred to me to switch on my own lightswitch...and there she was, there it was, a woman, whom I only recognized as a woman by what remained of her breasts. It looked like her body had...eroded....that's all I could think of to describe it; it's like she was worn down over time. She was naked and old and scared, and looked up at me with her eyes clouded by cataracs and a yellowish crust that pasted her right eye almost closed... I was repulsed by her, despite myself, and my first instinct was to slam that door and lock it, and just get the hell away from that thing...instead, a desire to show compassion won out, and I decided to try to help her.

As I reached for her, her hands caught my arm- so fast that I could barely register what had happened- and she bit me. Not any weak bite, not a feeble old woman's grip on my arm, but a grasp that was unbreakable, and a bite that inflicted crippling pain. I tried to pull away from her...she bit me again and again, tearing away chunks of my flesh with each bite, her fingernails digging into my flesh as she...fed on my arm. I was screaming now, and trying to twist what remained of my arm free from her grasp, but she held on all the tighter, still rending my flesh with her teeth. I kicked at her, dug my thumbs into her eyes, did all that I could to liberate myself, to no avail...

She finally released me, of her own accord...she was satisfied, having accomplished whatever she had set out to do. I felt myself losing consciousness as I watched her crawl down the hallway away from me....


I woke up again, still in partial darkness. My arm throbbed with pain, but my flesh was inexplicably still intact...it was impossible to tell if I had dreamt the episode, or if it had really happened. I looked down the hallway, seeing no evidence of the old woman, or of any blood from the attack...

I went back inside my apartment, to the bathroom to examine myself in the mirror....was I going crazy? There I was, in all of my unglorious morning beauty, with bad hair but nary a scratch on me. Sleepwalking, I figured....I must have had an episode of sleepwalking.

I went into my bedroom and checked the time; 4:54. My alarm was still off, from my frenzied awakening, so I reset it. I laid myself down again, and began to drift off...

That's when the knocking started again...

(no voting for this one, just a short story I wrote)
 
2008-10-31 12:10:27 PM
...and then she rolled over in bed and said, "I love you, that was great! Let's get married."

/shudder
 
2008-10-31 12:11:04 PM
imfallen_angel: The situation: Birthday party, one of the kid's friends are over and everyone is watching "The Ring"

The scene in the movie in just about to be when she's at the cottage watching the "tape" for the first time.

ME: upstairs with the ability to see what's playing on the TV downstairs, with a remote that can take over the downstairs' TV, a cell phone and one of my daughters (who was about 8 or 9 at the time)wearing a black wig and a large white t-shirt.

So, in the movie, the "tape" plays and she gets the call.

ME: turns off the TV and calls downstairs on the cell (number blocked) with daughter now at bottom of stairs ready to walk(the whole twitching thing) towards the pitch dark living room to moment the phone stops ringing.

Results: LOTS of screaming, one of the kids has to call his parents to come and get him, and the story becomes a legend in the school.

/good times.


You're my new hero.
 
2008-10-31 12:11:27 PM
I would often use this bathroom in a friend's dorm that always gave me a creepy vibe. I attributed it to bad lighting, water gurgling in the pipes, etc.

Except one time I was in a stall, heard the door open, and saw, through the crack in the stall, a girl walk in wearing a blue bathrobe and pink towel wrapped around her head. Almost immediately after I flushed and exited the stall, and no one was there but me. I was freaked out enough I pulled back all the shower curtains to make sure.

I don't use that bathroom anymore.
 
2008-10-31 12:11:29 PM
All I can say is:

5,000 Obama lawyers head to Florida.

Now that's scary!
 
2008-10-31 12:11:48 PM
I used to work at a coffee house in high school, in a pretty old, brick building. Anyways, in this small town, the streets were deserted by 8pm or so, and I always had the late shift (open until 10 or 11) by myself. I saw some creepy things in there.
Several times, heavy pots would fall from the shelves in the kitchen. I spent hours trying to make it happen naturally-- could never figure it out.
One time, I was mopping and, on the other side of the shop, the coffee grinder turned on. It wasn't automatic and it had a really heavy switch (you had to put a lot of force on it to turn it on). And the switch was so heavy, there was no way to get it to stick midway (up was on, down was off). Freaked me out.
Then another time, I had just finished mopping and went to dump the water out back. No one came in the back door and I was out there for maybe 90 seconds. I turn around, walk back in and see white footprints (kid-sized and barefoot) leading from the back door to the register and stopping. I immediately went out front to smoke.
 
2008-10-31 12:12:09 PM
This isnt all that scary, but it sure the hell freaked me out a few times...
My girlfriend was working/living out of state for a little while, so we were flying back and forth a couple times a month (me going down there, her coming up here alternating times..). When she flew back here, we would usually get a hot tub room at a hotel to have a fun night after not seeing each other for a couple weeks.

We went to the same place two times in a row.. ended up in the same room.. and each time, about 3am I woke up in an absolute panic. I had the most vivid dream of being possessed by something, that something evil was making contact with me. It was the most intense and weird feeling I have ever had after a dream.
 
2008-10-31 12:13:05 PM
imfallen_angel

WIN!
 
2008-10-31 12:14:09 PM
I was dropping a deuce and had some wicked splash back.

This was years ago.

It still haunts me.
 
2008-10-31 12:14:41 PM
This is just a WEIRD story but I really hope someone can give me a medical explanation for this:

About 6 months ago I was zoning out in my cubicle in the early morning. One of my co-workers came over and started blabbing about her weekend or something and I was just kinda sitting there politely listening. She was talking for a long time and my interest was severely lacking and as I was sitting there I guess my mouth was slightly open and then it happened. Almost simultaneously I noticed that Karen abruptly stopped talking and her eyes got really wide and surprised and then I noticed a well defined ribbon of smoke right in front of my eyes. I immediately turned to the mirror on my cubie wall and saw the smoke coming from my mouth. Now please understand that I DON'T SMOKE! THERE WAS NO REASON FOR SMOKE TO BE COMING OUT OF MY BODY! Karen started laughing and was like "What the hell was that? Was that a magic trick?" It only lasted a second and when I closed my mouth I could taste a burning flavor in the very back of my throat. I was super freaked out and spent the next hour or so trying to figure out what the hell had just happened to me. I was so confused I was even looking around for lit candles that could have had an ember get loose and float into my mouth as I inhaled. I joke around and say I think it was my spirit literally being extinguished by this place. Or my soul dying.

Does anybody have a clue what happened to me?
 
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