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2008-10-31 12:15:04 PM
aedude01: ...and then she rolled over in bed and said, "I love you, that was great! Let's get married."

/shudder


Your eyes open suddenly. You awake to her shaking you and saying, "When are you going to start?"

Sorry. Couldn't resist.
 
2008-10-31 12:15:08 PM
My family is from Ireland and we have a farm off the coast. It's a typical dairy farm, cows, sheep, etc. They have had the house for years and decided they were going to do some up grades. They were adding an extension to the back and upgrading the roof from thatched to, well, a real roof I guess. Anyway, long story starts now.

The extension was being built where my mothers bedroom was, the first night when they began preparing my mother went to sleep and in the middle of the night a damn horse kept neighing and running around outside my mother bedroom. She gets up and goes out to shoo the horse away because 1. It's keeping her up and 2. It's not their horse, they don't have any horses. She goes outside and looks around but the horse had already left. She goes back inside and back to sleep.

Next morning she tells everyone about the horse and they were worried cause the only horse around is from over a mile away and it could very well get lost or die from falling off the cliffs. So my grandfather sends my Uncle up to "Trotters" to tell him his horse got out and came down and paid us a visit.

To his surprise, he discovers that Trotter's horse has been sold and is miles and miles away. Everyone is amazed that there is a possibility that this horse might have found it's way back.

That day, construction resumed and so on, the night comes again, it began to rain heavily and my mother went off too bed.

At about 3am, she is awoken again by this miracle horse. She runs in to get her father who comes into her room and he too hears the neighs and what sounds like a stampede of horses going wild. My mother actually thought they were in distress. She could hear them screaming and thrashing and it sounds as if there was about 4 or 5 of them. She says that for some reason, she was so frightened so couldn't even move.

My Grandfather was concerned as well because they were hitting and at kicking the walls (there was no window in her room) and acting crazy so he grabbed his shotgun yelled to my grandmother and uncle to wake up because he was going to fire off a shot to scare them away. He headed outside and everyone waited inside, waiting to hear the report of the shotgun but it never came.

My grandfather came back inside after about 5 minutes, walked straight to his bedroom put the shotgun away and went back to bed. He never said a word to anybody and when my grandmother went into his bedroom to find out what had happened, she was gone for a little while and just came back and told everyone that they had run away and to just go back to sleep. Nothing more was said of it and everyone did just that, went back to sleep.

The next morning, it was a clear day again and they went back to starting to dig where the extension was going to go but my grandfather had stopped everyone and said to them, "Before you go back there, I want you all to understand that what happened last night does not mean anything. Nothing bad is going to happen"

No one had any idea what he was talking about, so they all said, okay and went to the back to continue digging in.

To everyone's surprise, the rain had washed some of the ground from the previous days work, and there, lying in the dug out area, was the skeletons of 4 horses
 
2008-10-31 12:16:12 PM
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


same way you lay drywall.

fail for you.
 
2008-10-31 12:17:12 PM
i manage a small restaurant in downtown Austin that has had a couple of spooky stories passed down through the years, but the two most notorious stories were witnessed by my supervisor/close friend.

One night my supervisor was out with friends when his closing manager called to ask if he (the manager) was in the restaurant. The closing manager had sent everyone home, locked the doors, and then shut himself back in the office to do all the count-outs, but started hearing obvious sounds of movement from the kitchen.

My boss figured the manager was trying to scare him, but, just in case, he went to check on things. All the doors were locked and it didn't look like anything was out of place in the dining room, but when my supervisor tried to push through the kitchen doors to get to the office and kitchen, he couldn't. He looked through the windows to see what was blocking him, and found that all 5 of the restaurant's big trashcans had been lined up between the kitchen doors and the office door. The closing manager was blocked in.

My boss got around the trashcans and opened the office door to find his hulk of a closing manager (former college football player) pale, shaking, and clutching his phone in the office chair. He took one look at my boss, said he was never closing again, and ran out of there. Upon further inspection, my boss found that all of the knives that the closing cooks had soaking in sanitizer had been taken out of the sanitizer bucket and laid out in a row on the prep table.

Fast forward a couple of years until my supervisor pulled an all-nighter at the restaurant to install register drawers for our new register system. He was by himself, but it didn't really faze him. That is, until one of the beer bottles that had been sitting snuggly on a shelf on display for the past decade flew out, off the wall and smashed into the ground a good 15 feet away.
I can verify the location of the beer bottle because it's pieces were in the small spot when I came in to open the store the next morning, as my boss had literally picked up his keys and ran from the store.

Recently we went on a ghost tours trip in downtown Austin and heard about an 1800's Servant Girl Slayer who terrorized the area. It turns out that the first victim was a cook who had been taken into a field a little bit away, and killed. My restaurant now stands where that field was. I guess we identified our ghost.
 
2008-10-31 12:17:18 PM
cowgirl toffee: 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".


Yeah, but were there zombies???
 
2008-10-31 12:18:14 PM
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2008-10-31 12:18:26 PM
This isn't scary in the traditional sense, but every once in a while it still weirds me out when I think about it.

In 1982 (or maybe it was 1981), I somehow managed to conjure up an entire extra year in my head. New Years (real or imagined, I don't know) came and went, and I spent the first half of that year contentedly believing it was 1983. Then that summer, while I my great-grandfather was showing me his new digital watch, I saw what year it really was. I didn't believe it, and ended up in a huge argument with him and then the rest of my family. For the rest of the summer I remained unconvinced, and even when school started back up and my new teacher wrote "1982" on the blackboard, I still firmly believed it was really 1983. It wasn't until a few weeks after that, when I actually sat down and worked out the math (even though I had the year wrong, I still knew my correct age, which was 8 at the time), did I finally accept that it was in fact 1982.

To this day I have no idea what happened, and I still could swear there was a New Years celebration where 1982 became 1983, some time before it actually happened. Maybe it was a dream, but I've never been duped into believing a dream is real before or since. I just don't know.
 
2008-10-31 12:19:02 PM
smitten_kitten: 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?


Taco Bell Volcano taco?

If you figure it out, let me know. Sounds like a cool party trick.
 
2008-10-31 12:19:08 PM
Cagey B: You're my new hero.

itsdrew: imfallen_angel

WIN!


Thanks guys...

the only thing is... I'd never... and I mean NEVER would be able to pull something like this ever again...

1- kids are too old now
2- no movie like the ring will probably ever happen again for a long long time.

I'm just glad I did it even if my wife told me that I really shouldn't, and I still can't believe that I actually did pull it off... when I finally decided that I couldn't pass it up, I called my daughter within 2 minutes before actually doing it.

*sigh*
 
2008-10-31 12:19:58 PM
nohobot: 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.


One of the girls I'd seen it with had seen it already with her parents, afterward they'd taken a couple photos into photoshop and smudged the faces... my friend (who was 18 if I remember right) started crying and couldn't sleep at all for a week.
 
2008-10-31 12:20:07 PM
My The Ring story -

Saw the movie late at night in the theatre. Afterward, I split off from my boyfriend and drive home, in the dark, past a horse farm, and down silent, pitch black roads. That's bad enough right there, and so my nerves are a little frazzled. I pull into my driveway and the door flies open - I nearly shiat, it's just my dad. Okay.

He gets ready to go to bed, I have a couple things I need to type up on the computer. So he's turning to go down the hall and I turn to the monitor.

Monitor goes black.

Monitor begins to flutter white static.

Monitor flashes the image of a well.

I freak RIGHT THE FARK OUT. I'm heaving, crying, my heartrate is through the roof, "TURNITOFFTURNITOFFTURNITOFF", absolutely paralyzed otherwise. My father is looking at me like I'm crazy. It's a screensaver.

Best part is he had no idea I was going to see that movie that night.
 
2008-10-31 12:20:18 PM
Frick! The Discount Musical Prankster "Yes, I know. She's going to join me today," and then he disappeared.

Don't know where I heard it, and it's probably a bunch of bollocks: supposedly when you're under anesthesia it's not that far from being in a death-like state, so much so that it could be considered a near-death. Perhaps he "visited" your grandmother while she was under, if you believe in that. Not sure if I'm explaining it correctly, and like I said it's probably not that factual.

This one happened last week: was driving home from the eye doctor around 6:30 or 7 p.m., so it's dark. On the route home I pass residential, commercial, and about 4 cemeteries (1 modern, 3 historical/very old). As I'm driving I'm being very careful, as the drops to dilate hadn't worn off fully. I could still see with my glasses on. So I'm driving and I see white haze in one of the cemeteries. It's a historical burial ground. It wasn't fog, since there was no fog anywhere else on that road (residential). It was also not in peripheral vision, since I saw the fog as I was approaching, so it was in my glasses' field of vision. Didn't see it anywhere else, or in any other cemetery.

May have just been the messed up vision, who knows. But I do get a lot of odd not-quite coincidences that happen.
 
2008-10-31 12:23:38 PM
There was a guy who was omniscient. He knew everything about the entire universe, enough to be positively sure that spirits of dead people could not possibly hang around on earth after their demise. What did this most brilliant of men do with his time and genius? Why, posted on internet message boards, naturally.
 
2008-10-31 12:25:13 PM
i335.photobucket.com

Cause...you know...you weren't planning on sleeping tonight anyways.
 
2008-10-31 12:25:17 PM
Cuckoo: 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)


Not short enough.
 
2008-10-31 12:25:30 PM
Seacop: cowgirl toffee:

Yeah, but were there zombies???


They were watching the living play with Lego's.
The zombies can't figure out why we are doing it, but it will soon be their demise.

;)
 
2008-10-31 12:26:24 PM
somewhat creepy. mostly weird.

Youtube: Merda Insana (new window)
 
2008-10-31 12:26:27 PM
At a meeting recently an old-timer took his 30-year chip. During his share he stated that one of the fruits of his sobriety is the ability to communicate with the recently dead, i.e., within a few days.

A former coworker was visited by God himself during a difficult time and reassured that her hopes would be fulfilled in the future.

Another former coworker (same job) was buzzed/harassed by an extraterrestrial UFO in rural Puerto Rico.

I don't really believe any of these claims, but I'm way too polite to call someone a liar to his face. I'm politely skeptical.

My only experience with weirdness: At the moment I first met my ex-wife in August of 1983, a voice in my head distinctly told me she would be the love of my life. I've never experienced anything like that before or since.
 
2008-10-31 12:26:55 PM
When my wife and I first got married, we lived out in the country in a house that once was a fancy, well-appointed home for a wealthy family many years prior. We thought we were getting the house cheap because it was in such poor repair.

Anyways, I had heard some of the locals talk about people who used to live in the house, decades before. It turns out that for some odd reason, it was the family's son who controlled their vast wealth, and the house that we bought was one of his many summer retreats.

I guess a life of untold riches made him cocky and foolhardy though, because he supposedly used to do really reckless, stupid stuff. The story that the guy at the old general store told me involved this kid thinking he could run the farm equipment by himself. He somehow farked up starting the tractor in the barn, and the kerosene from the engine ignited. When they found the kid after they spotted the fire, his legs had been basically shorn off by a large overhead beam falling on him, and he was burned almost beyond recognition, with his hair and most of the skin on his head fried to a crisp.

So, hearing this little story, I was suitably grossed out, but I thought little of it until a few months later. I noticed that as I would go from room to room while I was making repairs in the house, I would catch something small and white darting just out of my peripheral vision. I started to get a little unnerved.

It wasn't until a few months after that, though, that I sold the house and immediately relocated.

Late one night, I had gone downstairs to get a glass of water, when the small white flash appeared in another room, heading upstairs for the bedroom. I dropped my glass and headed back up the stairs, where my wife was sleeping. I heard a scream.

When I asked her what had happened, she babbled incoherently, seized with terror. I tried to get her to calm down, but it was no use. She had seen whatever it was, and whatever it was was too horrible to recount for her. She never spoke about it again, and we've been married twenty years.

The only word that I can remember making out when she was trying uselessly to talk about what she saw was "Casper".
 
2008-10-31 12:27:27 PM
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.


Jehovah's Witnesses

/don't answer it
 
2008-10-31 12:27:42 PM
strawbury78: When I was 16 years old, I witnessed an exorcism.

I was at church and this lady went up front to get prayed for. When my Dad (a preacher) put anointing oil on her head, she screamed "IT BURNS!" This made my Dad take a step back, and everyone around her had a confused look on their faces. She started screaming as if she were being murdered right then and there.

The screams deepened and she walked up to my Dad and cupped her hands around his neck. Started squeezed. All the while she was cackling and speaking bizarre things in a weird voice. My Dad tried to fight her off. It took 8 men to hold her down. She was thrashing around, screaming, laughing and trying to bite them. She said the name of each demon inside of her.

Dad began praying for her...apparently this was upsetting..the screams were absolutely evil sounding. She looked at everyone and babbled nonsense with threats. She started biting herself. Again, they had to hold her down.

This went on for hours.

She would get in my Dad's face and say stuff to him. I'm not repeating, as there is no use to do so. Basically a bunch of stuff about religion and what have you. And that she wanted to kill him.

Around 5 hours later, one by one demons were cast out. When the last one came out, she began vomiting. It was very green. She vomited for what seemed like an eternity...then it was over.

My Dad didn't sleep for days following. He said he looked satan in the face that night. He was very disturbed for months.

About a year later, the woman decided she would quit church. Denounced religion, the whole 9 yards. That night, she attended a bonfire. She ended up falling into the fire....


Yeah, that kind of thing is really weird.. My mom once witnessed to a woman who'd been raised in a Satan worshipping group and who's mom was the leader of said group, but who'd run away several years past. Anyway, when this woman decided to pray to become a Christian, she made my mom and us kids promise not to tell anyone about it, as the group and her mom would kill her for turning.

Only an hour or two after she became a Christian, this woman got a call from her mother, although it'd been years since they'd talked and the mom shouldn't have known where she was, much less her phone number. The mom simply told the woman that she knew that she'd become a Christian and both she and the people involved would all suffer the consequences.

My mom once related the story to one of her mentors in the church and the mentor told her that she had to literally pray against "listening ears" as there are things listening to us all the time and reporting to other things or people.

I'm not a believer of all of this stuff, but some of these stories certainly make you wonder.
 
2008-10-31 12:28:10 PM
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2008-10-31 12:28:40 PM
fulminouscherub: At a meeting recently an old-timer took his 30-year chip. During his share he stated that one of the fruits of his sobriety is the ability to communicate with the recently dead, i.e., within a few days.

A former coworker was visited by God himself during a difficult time and reassured that her hopes would be fulfilled in the future.

Another former coworker (same job) was buzzed/harassed by an extraterrestrial UFO in rural Puerto Rico.

I don't really believe any of these claims, but I'm way too polite to call someone a liar to his face. I'm politely skeptical.

My only experience with weirdness: At the moment I first met my ex-wife in August of 1983, a voice in my head distinctly told me she would be the love of my life. I've never experienced anything like that before or since.


Aren't they forgettting step #5?
 
2008-10-31 12:29:09 PM
KhamanV: My The Ring story -

Saw the movie late at night in the theatre. Afterward, I split off from my boyfriend and drive home, in the dark, past a horse farm, and down silent, pitch black roads. That's bad enough right there, and so my nerves are a little frazzled. I pull into my driveway and the door flies open - I nearly shiat, it's just my dad. Okay.

He gets ready to go to bed, I have a couple things I need to type up on the computer. So he's turning to go down the hall and I turn to the monitor.

Monitor goes black.

Monitor begins to flutter white static.

Monitor flashes the image of a well.

I freak RIGHT THE FARK OUT. I'm heaving, crying, my heartrate is through the roof, "TURNITOFFTURNITOFFTURNITOFF", absolutely paralyzed otherwise. My father is looking at me like I'm crazy. It's a screensaver.

Best part is he had no idea I was going to see that movie that night.


worst. screensaver. ever.
 
2008-10-31 12:29:09 PM
I have two stories. One story was a complete freak out but has a logical explanation; but another that was just strange.

One night I was going to bed and turning off the lights in our house when I looked down our hallway to the bedrooms and I saw this small figure standing silently staring at me. I had a total horror movie "Oh my God! It's The Brood!" freak out for about five seconds when I realized it was my daughter sleepwalking. When she was younger and needed to use the bathroom late night she would wake up enough to get up but she did not have enough consciousness sometimes to get to the bathroom. So when I realized it was her my heart rate dropped back into the triple digits I picked her up and took to the potty and then to bed.

My other story involves her as well. We were at my grandmother's apartment one day. She has lived there since the 50's with my grandfather. He had a tough life. He lost his entire family in the Holocaust, his brother could have gotten to Palestine but went back to Poland the week before the Nazis invaded. But as a result he did take a special pleasure in having grandkids. After he died I sometimes felt a stern presence in their house. After 9/11 I slept over in my mom's old bedroom and I even felt a little freaked out.

One day my family was over at the apartment. My daughter and I were playing around on my grandmother's bed. I felt the presence again, this time really strongly. At one point for seemingly no reason my daughter shouts "We're in here!" I was leaning over her at the time with me back to the bedroom door. But I could swear I saw a light shadow pass over us. And for some reason I thought "Here grandpa, take a look at your great-granddaughter isn't she wonderful?" The shadow quickly disappeared. And ever since then that presence has disappeared.

I'm no believer in ghosts, ETs, and ESP I realize it could also be some unresolved psychological issues manifesting themselves. But I like to think that it was my grandfather making sure the family line was going to continue.
 
2008-10-31 12:30:23 PM
Third_Uncle_Eno: 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...


The amazingly great "Scary Stories" series.

g-ecx.images-amazon.com
^This is usually found in book stores/amazon for about $9, and it includes the whole series.

"Scary Stories to tell in the dark" I believe is the first of the series. I couldn't sleep after reading those as a kid, especially with the stories accompanied by such scary illustrations.
 
2008-10-31 12:31:37 PM
TRUE STORY

I used to have a watch back when I was 18 that my sister bought in Germany, a Seiko that showed a three letter abbreviation of the day of the week on the dial, next to the date.

Late one Saturday, higher than a kite in my friends' basement, watching SNL, I look at my watch and the day of the week says DIE in red letters. I positively freaked out.

Never realized that at midnight the watch rolled through the German abbreviation before going to the English abbreviation SUN ...

Dope is for dopes.
 
2008-10-31 12:32:02 PM
Fact Man: Third_Uncle_Eno: 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...

The amazingly great "Scary Stories" series.


^This is usually found in book stores/amazon for about $9, and it includes the whole series.

"Scary Stories to tell in the dark" I believe is the first of the series. I couldn't sleep after reading those as a kid, especially with the stories accompanied by such scary illustrations.


I thought those looked familiar, I remember reading that at camp in 6th grade, oh around '92.
 
2008-10-31 12:33:34 PM
Fact Man: "Scary Stories to tell in the dark" I believe is the first of the series. I couldn't sleep after reading those as a kid, especially with the stories accompanied by such scary illustrations.

I am 21 years old and still afraid of those images and stories. I mentioned up-thread that I had an unusually bad fear of supernatural things as a child; I actually had to get counseling so I didn't freak out at every little thing. Years later, YOU ARE NOT HELPING MY RECOVERY.

*Shakes slightly*
 
2008-10-31 12:33:53 PM
jestme: There was a guy who was omniscient. He knew everything about the entire universe, enough to be positively sure that spirits of dead people could not possibly hang around on earth after their demise. What did this most brilliant of men do with his time and genius? Why, posted on internet message boards, naturally.

Are you suggesting that helping overcome ignorance and promoting rational thought aren't noble pursuits? Posting on internet boards is not an unreasonable way to educate people. And if this omniscient guy can lead even one delusional person to develop some critical thinking skills, isn't it all worthwhile?
 
2008-10-31 12:33:58 PM
cowgirl toffee: Seacop: cowgirl toffee:

Yeah, but were there zombies???

They were watching the living play with Lego's.
The zombies can't figure out why we are doing it, but it will soon be their demise.

;)


Actually I'm pretty sure it will be an anti zombie penis paddle boat that is their demise.
 
2008-10-31 12:35:20 PM
One time at band camp....
 
2008-10-31 12:35:53 PM
This guy named Ted found a cave.
 
2008-10-31 12:35:55 PM
Not scary, but true.

My roommate and I were putting groceries away in the kitchen. There was a pan lid on the stove. This pan lid moved to the middle of the stove. We both had seen it, and thought it was a mouse or something. She positioned herself to pick up the lid while I grabbed a fork. (Was I planning to stab it?) Anyway, right before she could touch the lid, it slid forward again and turned while sliding until it reached the lower left corner of the stove.

We looked at each other again, convinced there was something under there. We braced ourselves and my roommate grabbed the lid by the handle and lifted it up. There was nothing under there, or in the lid.

I still can't explain it. It isn't scary, but it is puzzling.
 
2008-10-31 12:35:57 PM
Seacop: cowgirl toffee: Seacop: cowgirl toffee:

Yeah, but were there zombies???

They were watching the living play with Lego's.
The zombies can't figure out why we are doing it, but it will soon be their demise.

;)

Actually I'm pretty sure it will be an anti zombie penis paddle boat that is their demise.


Better watch it when it fires!

pew pew pew
 
2008-10-31 12:37:41 PM
I think I have a little bit of ESP, and I think my 5 year old does too. Several times, while I've been working or just thinking about something and she is around, she will just blurt out a number or a word that happens to be the number or word I am thinking of.
 
2008-10-31 12:38:58 PM
So one night we sit couch to make out. we making out when phone ring. Me answer and man say "You no touch Daughter!" she ask and i say it you dad. She then say "My Dad dead"


BUT THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

/oblig. shouldn't be obscure
 
2008-10-31 12:39:17 PM
I once worked in a hotel in Cripple Creek, CO that was haunted by the ghost of a former owner. After telling the story about a hundred times, I finally put it all on a website:

Not A Ghost Of A Chance (new window)
 
2008-10-31 12:39:55 PM
Fact Man
Third_Uncle_Eno: 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...

The amazingly great "Scary Stories" series.


^This is usually found in book stores/amazon for about $9, and it includes the whole series.

"Scary Stories to tell in the dark" I believe is the first of the series. I couldn't sleep after reading those as a kid, especially with the stories accompanied by such scary illustrations.


Nice....i couldn't think of the name. That book was great. Scared me too.

The worms crawl in
The worms crawl out
The worms play pinocle on your snout
 
2008-10-31 12:40:14 PM
Not a ghost story, but interesting nonetheless:

Years ago, probably some time in the late '70s, my mother and grandmother (her mother) were touring the UK. They stayed in a charming old bed and breakfast-type place. However, the only room with two beds in it, as opposed to one large bed, was in the attic.

One day, my mom decided to go out walking to explore a bit. My grandmother was tired and took a nap in one of the beds in their room.

Some time later, she awoke to someone tugging on her shirt and crying, "Bronwyn, Bronwyn, wake up, Bronwyn!" This continued for a few more seconds. My grandmother, whose name is not Bronwyn (nor does it sound anything like Bronwyn) rolled over to see what on earth was happening. There was nothing to be seen.

To this day, she attributes it to a leprechaun. The fact that Bronwyn is a Welsh, not Irish, name is a piddling detail; she is convinced she was awoken by a leprechaun.

My parents and I now have a cat that we named Bronwyn. Here is her doing her best Halloween pose:

farm1.static.flickr.com

Also, this is in the basement of my family's house, about which I told a ghost story up-thread.
 
2008-10-31 12:41:42 PM
nopokerface: I think I have a little bit of ESP, and I think my 5 year old does too. Several times, while I've been working or just thinking about something and she is around, she will just blurt out a number or a word that happens to be the number or word I am thinking of.

my nephew and i used to freak people out. when he was maybe one or two, i lived about an hour away, and every now and again i'd go down randomly to visit without calling anyone. every time he would stand at the window and say "Megan's coming to visit" and wait for me, even if my parents/his mom would tell him that i was at home, and I wasn't going to visit. then i'd show up.
 
2008-10-31 12:41:52 PM
I work with my dad at his optometry clinic. I stayed late after work to collect garbage & vacuum, etc. It was about 7:00, all ready dark outside, and completely quiet inside. I was cleaning equipment in the examination room when I started hearing a funny noise in the waiting room. I went in and found that the radio was on "Standby" but a crackly static noise was coming out of the speakers. Given the situation, it was just a little spooky, so I unplugged the unit. The sound stopped.

But at the exact same time, a new sound came from the back office. As I got closer I realized it was a dialtone, and when I got to the room, I saw that the speakerphone had spontaneously picked up. It was just a little too much for me. I hung it up, locked up, and left!
 
2008-10-31 12:41:58 PM
merkurymike: As she told the story, my brother and I were both suddenly struck deeply by the smell of sawdust - late at night, in an upscale brick neighborhood, with no construction anywhere nearby.

That's nothing. Sometimes my dogs smell like hamsters.
 
2008-10-31 12:42:29 PM
Here's mine, still freaks me out to this day, and scared the ever living shiat out of my friends when I told them.

I was home from college, day 2 and I was missing my college GF BAD. Around 2AM, something woke me up, and I came to on my back, which is SUPER weird because I NEVER sleep on my back. Makes me have to pee like crazy if I do it for too long.

I'm trying to fall back asleep, and wondering why I woke up to begin with, being a very deep sleeper. At this point, I hear shuffling. Whatever is making the sound, their are more than one of them. Sounds like something with small legs trying to move fast, but "it" or "they" doesn't/don't realize this is only making MORE noise. Immediately, I go into flight or fight. I see my door, and realize I can make it in if I leap, one step and I'm through. 18 or not, I'm running to my parents room, pronto.

I get my chest about 2 inches up, and I feel something gently, but assuredly push me back down. Not hard, more like a "Don't do that" feeling, almost a warning. At this point, I utterly freak the fark out. I still don't know what's going on, and I don't want to appear like a 4 year old girl, so I try to just holler out "MOM!" and nothing comes out. I can feel myself barely wheezing the words, that's it, the loudest I can get. I throw myself up hard, feel the force back on me, but push through it and haul arse to my parents room, throwing open the door. It's now when I just lose it, and start crying, hard.

They calmed me down, and I went downstairs, turned every light on and watch TV until I fall asleep about 9AM. The next day, I used money I didn't have to fly back to college a week early and sit alone in my dorm.

I haven't slept in that room since. Even now, the room is a playroom for MY kids, and I make my daughter walk out the room to talk to me, etc. I won't go in.
 
2008-10-31 12:43:13 PM
I'm not much for the supernatural, and I'm somewhat skeptical by nature. But I also think it's hasty to dismiss the supernatural as being nonexistent, and I have to admit that there are some things I just can't explain. I think we tend to be more in tune to things like that when we're kids and that we lose some of that sixth sense as we grow up.

When I was young, there was a back bedroom in my grandparents' basement that scared me to death. Here's the thing, though. It wasn't your stereotypical basement. It was a finished basement, well lighted, nothing spooky about it. The bedroom was empty and unused, but honestly, nothing that should have been particularly creepy about it.

But every time I would start down the hallway toward that back bedroom, my ears would start to ring. The closer I got to the doorway, the louder the noise in my head would become, and I would be nearly overwhelmed by a sense of dread, as though something terrible were about to happen.

Rather than avoiding it, I was one of those kids who liked to scare myself. I played at my grandparents' house quite a bit growing up, so every so often I would venture alone down the hallway as close as I dared to the room before the noise would grow too loud, and I would turn around and run back upstairs.

One day, when I was maybe eight or nine, I decided I was going to make it into that bedroom, no matter what. I was determined not to chicken out. By the time I made it to the threshold of the doorway, the noise was so loud it was almost unbearable. I held my breath, walked across the threshold, and...

Silence. Not only did the ringing in my head stop, but it was completely and utterly silent. It was a stifling silence, as if noise were somehow absorbed in that room. I couldn't hear the noise of anyone upstairs, no ambient hum of lights or air ducts, not even my own breath. Nothing.

I looked around the room for a few minutes, satisfied that there was nothing to be afraid of, or even really anything notable besides the odd silence.

The moment I walked out the door, the noise exploded. It was ear-shattering, like a scream, and absolutely deafening. I ran down the hall as fast as I could and up the stairs.

A few years later, my Grandpa moved his office into that bedroom. I wasn't ever in that room by myself again, and when I was in there with him, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Both the noise in the hallway and the silence in the bedroom seemed to have disappeared.

One day when I was twelve, I overheard my Grandma tell my mom, "I don't know why he keeps his office in there. That's where the Landry's son hung himself before we bought the house. It's just creepy."

It didn't really freak me out so much as it just seemed to make a little more sense of the whole thing.

I think that if there are some sort of forces beyond what we can see and touch, and if those forces are impacted in some way by our actions in life, I could be convinced that this could offer some explanation of what I experienced as a child in my grandparents' basement.

I don't think the room was haunted by the kid's ghost or anything like that, but I think it's possible that perhaps things like murder or suicide leave behind some sort of echo or resonance, to the point that it could be sensed by another person years later.
 
2008-10-31 12:45:33 PM
For those of you who are interested in "haunted" places - Google "Poveglia". If there's a place on this planet that's haunted, it's there.

I've never been on the island itself for various reasons (it's illegal, I'm farking creeped out by it...) but last time I was in Italy I went out on a boat into the bay, and the driver took us relatively close to the island.

I didn't hear any moans or screams like people claim to, and I don't really believe in ghosts, but I swear that place feels evil. It's like you can feel it in the air. Very weird, not in any rush to go near that place again.
 
2008-10-31 12:45:46 PM
meg12279: then i'd show up.

That's creepy....and cool.
 
2008-10-31 12:46:19 PM
One night, at the EMS station, I was covering for one of the specialists. I was gonna go up stairs to sleep in the bunk room and my medic partner was going to sleep in the office bed. It's about 2 in the morning, dead dark night. We turn in for the evening, hoping to sleep till morning. I get upstairs and get laid down and start to fall into a well earned slumber. Just before I fully went out, I heard something like a whisper. I open my eyes in the dark room, looking about, ready to beat the crap out of my partner. Nothing. I go back to laying down, ready to sleep. Again, as I started to sleep, whispering, almost like they are scared. So I get up, turn on the lights, look everywhere, find nothing. I go downstairs to get a drink from the kitchen, a bit jumpy. I walk out into the bay and have a seat on the bumper of the unit, sipping my drink and kinda trying to shake that creepy feeling. Suddenly, I hear foot steps going up the stairs to the bunk room so I quickly move my ass over that way, trying to figure out what the fark was going on. Nothing. I go up stairs. Nothing. I force myself to lie down and go to sleep. Not 20 minutes later, get toned out on some lady who thought she was in Virginia instead of Michigan and ended up running calls the rest of the night.

I asked my partner and he laughed. You haven't met it before, he asked. What? The station ghost he responded. "Thing farks with all of us, especially in the bunk room. Why do you think I make my lower ranking partners sleep up there?" I thought he was farking around, but everyone else at the station swore something similar has happened at times, doing even weirder things too, sometimes to both people on shift.

Not fully creepy, but was a bit unnerving at the time.


Oh and...to keep the mood...

img120.imageshack.us
 
2008-10-31 12:46:51 PM
nopokerface
I think I have a little bit of ESP, and I think my 5 year old does too. Several times, while I've been working or just thinking about something and she is around, she will just blurt out a number or a word that happens to be the number or word I am thinking of.


Yeah, but that is because you give it away with your tell...you have no poker face.


/HA!
 
2008-10-31 12:47:10 PM
A few years ago I moved into a house in Burbank with two other guys. It was a three bedroom house with some odd additions to it - there was a wall between one bedroom and the main living room that could lift up and make it into one large room. On the kitchen walls were boarded up holes that looked like places one could serve up plates of hot food to waiting customers. We didn't think anything of these because they were no longer useable, but they were interesting, none-the-less. The house was situated near some railroad tracks, but not so close as to think they would affect the inhabitants. But after a few weeks I noticed that long trains would go by late at night, around three or so in the morning, taking hours to pass. I would lay in bed, imagining these mile long trains passing slowly, vibrating my bed and windows for many many minutes. I know I was awake and watching my clock, slightly pissed that this was the new house I moved into and would just have to get used to it. Too bad that wasn't the worst of it!

Around this time I started drinking heavily for no real reason. I wasn't a depressed person and I had many good friends, but I began to drink so much that I would end each night by flopping into my bed in a stupor and passing out, only to wake up with the sunlight streaming in on me. One night, however, I had to be awake early the next morning, and have a clear head, so I went to bed without a drop. I laid down in bed, in the dark, and breathed slowly, waiting to fall asleep. But soon I heard mirthful laughter and loud footsteps running up and down the hallway outside my bedroom. One of my roommates had stayed up to watch a movie with his girlfriend, and I couldn't understand why they were being so loud, knowing I had to get up early. I thought, "Why are they acting like five year-olds, playing tag and hitting the walls?" After about an hour of their racket, I fell asleep.
That evening I asked my roommate, "So, what were you and Jana doing last night? Why were you playing tag?"
My roommate looked at me quizzically. "What are you talking about?"
"Last night, running up and down the hall, laughing like crazy...I know it was you. I heard both of you, acting like drunken retards." I said.
"Dude. We watched 'Life is Beautiful'. We were pretty dang quiet all night long."
I was flabbergasted. I knew what they said was true - his denial was real. After that I began noticing strange occurrences, things pulling on my sheets at night from the bottom of the bed, lights in the closet turning off and on, the wooden floors would creak with the sounds of steps even though I knew I was the only one in the room and cowering in bed. Glasses would break and send shards everywhere, and I continued drinking heavier and heavier.
Finally one night my roommates and I went to the movies. When we got home, I went to hang up my jacket and found hanging in my closet a strange doll's head. Its face was made of a sock, the features drawn on with a marker. It had two pig-tails made of yellow yarn and two strange legs made of newspaper chains hanging like tendons from its neck. When I opened my closet I stared at it in horror, and then stopped, went to my roommate's room and said, "You bastard, I know what you did."
He looked at me and shook his head, "What?"
"I know!"
"What are you talking about?"
"If you don't know...then come here and look, but I know you know..." I was being cryptic.
My roommate (not the one that watched 'Life Is Beautiful') came into my room and saw what was hanging there and his face turned white. All he could say was 'Holy shiat' and that he was glad he wasn't sleeping in that room.
Soon after that one of our roommates left in fears of getting deported and we replaced him with a friend that owned a black cat. The cat slept in my closet overnight for the first two weeks. When we couldn't find the cat, he would be in the closet, curled up on my coats. Then, just as suddenly, he wouldn't come into my room any more. About that time, all occurrences in my room stopped and I stopped drinking heavily, just like that. I didn't have any problems with addiction and I went back to the level I was before I moved in.
Before I moved on out of the house a year later, I spoke with the owner of the house (who was Tim Burton's Uncle, incidentally), and he told me that the house used to be right near the train tracks about sixty years before, but they moved the entire thing to its current place, the same way you'd move a pancake from a pan to a plate.
A neighbor claimed that he knew three people had died in the house, two of them violently. Nothing ever happened after the cat moved in, and I owe a lot of calm, restful nights to that cat.
 
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