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2008-10-31 01:31:16 PM
from my blog:

The following story is a true story from my childhood. I spent some time yesterday at work telling it and someone said I should post it on my site. After giving it some thought, I had to agree that it was just amusing enough to make it. Ok maybe it isn't, but I am still going to post it any how.

Upon reading this story you are going to have to ask the following question; "How could you think this event was real when you were 16 years old? What are you stupid?" I would just like to mention that I never gave it any thought once I got older. It was just one of those things that you take for granted. The sky is blue, Giant lizards once existed on our planet, water is wet, and so on and so on. It never crossed my mind until I was mentioning it to one of my friends. It was at this point I took it upon myself to do the research and as Fox Mulder would say, "Uncover the truth". As for the allegations of my being stupid, well, whatever :)

When I was a small boy of 5 years or so, I had a ritual which was followed every Saturday and Sunday. Upon awaking from my deep slumber, I would get up and run to my moms room. There I would crawl into bed and she would tell me stories. Looking back these stories were often silly like the one about the hand which comes out of the toilet and sews your butt shut. (Ya, my mom thought it was funny to terrorize us small children when ever she could.) More often than not she would tell those urban legend stories, like the escaped mental patient with the hook on his hand attacking the couple at Lover's Lane. She often joked about how dangerous it was to lay against your bedroom wall because of the people that live between the walls always wanted to grab at you.

It is with this kind of mind set that the events of this rant took place. It all starts with an electric blanket. For those of you that have never seen or used an electric blanket let me fill you in on them. They plug into the wall and using little coils inside the blanket, warm you body and your mind. These little coils were always a mystery to me in my youth. I could never figure out what they were and so doing what little kids do best, I asked questions about them. What where they? Where did they come from? What are these strange lumps doing in your blanket?

What I got for a response from my mom had nothing to do with electric power or with the concepts of heating coils. My mom decided that these mundane reasons would not be very entertaining to a five year old. No science took no place in the following discussion. My mom being the story teller that she is, told me that those bumps in the blanket were actually bones. I of course had to ask her what type of bones they were, and where they came from. I was told they were finger bones from the hand that lives in the blanket. (I mentioned that my mom liked to traumatize her children did I not?) She then went on to warn me about how I needed to stay away from the hand because it was out to get me. (Thanks mom. To this day I still will not go near an electric blanket.)

Being a kid I didnt even think to question these statements. After all this was my mom. She would never lie about things like that. So after that day, I always gave that blanket a second thought when I crawled into bed. The strange thing about this story is that the Hand eventually found me. It turned out to be real.

Once the Hand located me It would chase me around and often out of the bed. I would look to my mom for help, but she just kept laughing and telling me to be careful of the Hand. Once the hand got me, it would often pinch or squeeze until I yelped and ran. Many weekends were spent in fear because of the Hand. Oh, how I hated it.

These days if such an event befell me, I would just roll the blanket up and throw it in the dumpster, never to be bothered again by its paranormal powers. But as a child I felt helpless to fight this mystical and powerful enemy. It took many months before I came up with a plan to fight both my terror and the Hand. What was this great plan you ask? I was going to let the Hand grab my hand. At that point I would hold on to the Hand and attack it by using the most effect weapon a five year old had, biting. I figured if its fingers could come off maybe I could get some reprieve from its attacks while they re-grew.

So every weekend after the formulation of my brilliant plan, I awaited my chance to attack the Hand, but it never came. Eventually I started to forget about it, that is until the day it showed up once more. The day I put my plan into action was the last day I was ever attacked by the Hand that I can recall. It came at me. Blindly groping for my hand or arm. Slowly it advanced on my position. Only instead of running for the door, I pounced on it. Quickly it grabbed my hand and started to squeeze with all its power. Only I was ready for it. I bit down on it as hard as I could. After that I don't remember ever being bothered again.

Years later I was in one of those discussions about weird experiences with a few of my friends. I was sixteen or eighteen at the time, and started to tell the story of the Hand to a bunch of blank faces. After telling the story it came to me that this could not have possible been true. Oh, it was not a dream, but their had to be some logical explanation for the Hand. There just had to be. So after getting a few good chuckles from my friends, I decided to ask my mom about the whole affair in hopes of getting some kind of clarification on those terrifying childhood events.

Most of you reading this story are probably thinking that my mom was responsible for those attacks, but you would be wrong with that guess. You see a lot of the times the Hand would attack at my feet, and since my mom was next to me, there was no way for her to reach them without me knowing.

No there was another cause for this unprovoked attack. A cause which had much darker motives than that of traumatizing small children. A motive of jealousy and sick amusement. No it was not my mother which had caused all these terrible memories to be implanted in my primitive mind for the rest of my existance. It was that of MY OWN BROTHER!!!

Upon questioning my mother, I finally got to the truth. She laughed at me for not catching on to it during my childhood, and then went on to tell me about my older brother's role in this story. My brother is about six years older than me so at the time of the Hand attacks he was around ten to eleven years of age. It seems he was always an early riser, and so often would beat me into moms room. Once he heard me wake up, he would quickly crawl under the blankets and down to the bottom of the bed. It was there he would lay in wait for the jolly little boy named Rock to come running into the room. He would often let me settle in and get comfortable with mom, and then he would attack.

How he must have kept a straight face is beyond me, and how I never guessed there was someone under the blankets instead of in the blankets still baffles me to this day. I guess when one is in the grip of terror all rational thought stops, and we instead rely on more mythical solutions to our issues. Being that the case, I never caught on and up until I retold this story I never thought to question it.

Yet the story was not without some form of justice. After all I did win a victory over the Hand. I bested the beast and over came my horror. My only regret is that I was too stupid to ever catch on to the truth. Maybe this helped explain why I constantly wet the bed. The world may never know.
 
2008-10-31 01:31:20 PM
JohDHJ: Hahahaha a buddy of mine watched The Ring by himself one night... As soon as the movie ended, his phone rang. It turned out to be another friend asking if he knew if

My mom saw that movie for the first time a few years ago. As the credits started to roll, I went down stairs and called the house from my cellphone. When she answered I said, "Seven Days" and hung up. She started crying hysterically.

/I still haven't told her it was me :)
 
2008-10-31 01:31:44 PM
Timanous: Dynascape: vernterv: BOO!!

...I got a new kitten and debated naming it "sally"

But realized I cant name animals after Farkers.

This has limited my options.

Irony of all statements here...

One of the cats we adopted was named Sally, and we changed her name to Boo after the main character from Monsters, Inc.


Is there some sort of law that says cats named Sally must be named Boo at one point in their life?

When I was growing up my sister and I found a pregnant cat in our yard and we convinced our parents to keep her. We named the kitty Sally. When her kittens were old enough to be given away we had a couple stop by our house and recognized Sally as their kitty they lost. Her original name was Boo.

Seriously. Three Farkers with a kitty named Sally/Boo.

That's just weird.
 
2008-10-31 01:33:26 PM
FactMan

ahhh thank you!! :-)

i think i read that once from either the public library or school library years and years ago [must've been in elementary school or junior high] i knew it rang a bell.
 
2008-10-31 01:34:26 PM
manun: from my blog:

The following story is a true story from my childhood. I spent some time yesterday at work telling it and someone said I should post it on my site. After giving it some thought, I had to agree that it was just amusing enough to make it. Ok maybe it isn't, but I am still going to post it any how.

Upon reading this story you are going to have to ask the following question; "How could you think this event was real when you were 16 years old? What are you stupid?" I would just like to mention that I never gave it any thought once I got older. It was just one of those things that you take for granted. The sky is blue, Giant lizards once existed on our planet, water is wet, and so on and so on. It never crossed my mind until I was mentioning it to one of my friends. It was at this point I took it upon myself to do the research and as Fox Mulder would say, "Uncover the truth". As for the allegations of my being stupid, well, whatever :)

When I was a small boy of 5 years or so, I had a ritual which was followed every Saturday and Sunday. Upon awaking from my deep slumber, I would get up and run to my moms room. There I would crawl into bed and she would tell me stories. Looking back these stories were often silly like the one about the hand which comes out of the toilet and sews your butt shut. (Ya, my mom thought it was funny to terrorize us small children when ever she could.) More often than not she would tell those urban legend stories, like the escaped mental patient with the hook on his hand attacking the couple at Lover's Lane. She often joked about how dangerous it was to lay against your bedroom wall because of the people that live between the walls always wanted to grab at you.

It is with this kind of mind set that the events of this rant took place. It all starts with an electric blanket. For those of you that have never seen or used an electric blanket let me fill you in on them. They plug into the wall and using little coils inside the blanket, warm you body and your mind. These little coils were always a mystery to me in my youth. I could never figure out what they were and so doing what little kids do best, I asked questions about them. What where they? Where did they come from? What are these strange lumps doing in your blanket?

What I got for a response from my mom had nothing to do with electric power or with the concepts of heating coils. My mom decided that these mundane reasons would not be very entertaining to a five year old. No science took no place in the following discussion. My mom being the story teller that she is, told me that those bumps in the blanket were actually bones. I of course had to ask her what type of bones they were, and where they came from. I was told they were finger bones from the hand that lives in the blanket. (I mentioned that my mom liked to traumatize her children did I not?) She then went on to warn me about how I needed to stay away from the hand because it was out to get me. (Thanks mom. To this day I still will not go near an electric blanket.)

Being a kid I didnt even think to question these statements. After all this was my mom. She would never lie about things like that. So after that day, I always gave that blanket a second thought when I crawled into bed. The strange thing about this story is that the Hand eventually found me. It turned out to be real.

Once the Hand located me It would chase me around and often out of the bed. I would look to my mom for help, but she just kept laughing and telling me to be careful of the Hand. Once the hand got me, it would often pinch or squeeze until I yelped and ran. Many weekends were spent in fear because of the Hand. Oh, how I hated it.

These days if such an event befell me, I would just roll the blanket up and throw it in the dumpster, never to be bothered again by its paranormal powers. But as a child I felt helpless to fight this mystical and powerful enemy. It took many months before I came up with a plan to fight both my terror and the Hand. What was this great plan you ask? I was going to let the ...


Your mother is mean!
 
2008-10-31 01:34:37 PM
A PUNKIN STOLE MY SPRAYPAINT.
THE END.

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2008-10-31 01:34:58 PM
JohDHJ: I think you could get some kind of reward if you could prove that you and your sister could "hear" each others thoughts.

It doesn't happen any more. And it wasn't all the time, I don't know how to explain it -- sometimes we connected in a way so we knew what the other was thinking.
 
2008-10-31 01:35:59 PM
yeah i know i'm incredibly late to the scary party, but

i only have one:

In approx. 1998 when i was getting off a transit bus a block or two from my neighbourhood, i swear i saw my grandpa [who died in 1992] waiting to cross a street about 30 or 50 feet away. Then a big vehicle went by and he was gone.

or maybe it was just someone who looked a lot like him.

yeah i know... not creepy or scary... just weird.
 
2008-10-31 01:36:14 PM
John McCain and Sarah Palin won the election. In February of 2009, John McCain dies of skin cancer, and Palin becomes president.
 
2008-10-31 01:36:31 PM
beefjerky: Huskadoodle: Oh look, I'm in a TFD thread!

*Waves hysterically*

Fail


NOOO! HIilarious! waves demonically 0((()))))oooor dementedly///\\\\ kAt least comically kThanks for Joe John N /Eugene-- Farkitup fellow farkers
 
2008-10-31 01:36:37 PM
Well, when I first started dating my now wife, we had some really, really freaky occurrences happen around us.

The night in questions started out ok. We went for a walk, and ended up stopping in front of the big Catholic Church, St. Ignatius, right near the Mary praying over the children statue. We held each other close, and we knew then we would get married some day. We started walking back to campus, and the odd things started happening. Strange noises, movement I'd see out of the corner of my eyes.

As we got closer to the dorms, I saw a large shadowy something move in the bushes. The problem was, it wasn't necessarily the bushes that moved. My wife stopped, frozen, and said "Do you see that?". I saw very distinctly, two large yellow eyes staring at us, unblinking, and then the shadow moved and it was gone. We were thoroughly freaked out at this point, and we went hurried upstairs towards the light and got ready for bed.

That night I had a horrifyingly vivid dream of a large face with tentacles sprouting from her back screaming at me. I pushed her away, and when she turned over, I woke up. I still get chills to this day.
 
2008-10-31 01:36:59 PM
dj_swim: timboalogo: 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.

DIE would be Tuesday.... "Dienstag"

So high I couldn't even set my watch straight.
 
2008-10-31 01:38:51 PM
When I was in 5th grade we lived in Grand Prairie Tx.

Oh wait, that isn't the most scariest part.

My folks went out to go to some concert and I was left home to babysit my sisters. That was no big deal since they went to bed pretty early.

About an hour after the sun set the phone rang. I answered it and a guys voice said, "Are your parents still gone?"

I freaked out, but kept my composure and said, "Dad! Some guy is on the phone."

He hung up.

20 minutes later, another call. "I'm coming over."

*click*

I ran to my bedroom and grabbed my trusty wooden bow and quiver of arrows. It was Scout week and I had been practicing for Scout camp.

I was freaking ready for anything.

Then, about 40 minutes later, there was a knock on the front door.
Then a banging. Then a bunch of banging.

I carefully peaked out the window and there was a huge guy at the door. He turned and looked right at me and ran around the side of the house and was trying the sliding glass door in the kitchen.

I called our neighbor who lived a block away, screaming and crying that a guy was trying to get into the house.

The neighbor grabbed a pistol and came running. When he turned the corner to our house he saw a guy turn and run away into the night.

It took him an hour to talk me into opening the door. and he stayed with me until my folks got home.

My dad, even with the neighbor backing me up, didn't believe me and I got grounded for a whole week.
 
2008-10-31 01:39:12 PM
While visiting family in Ireland when I was 18 years old, I decided one day to take a walking tour of the countryside. I left a note for my parents saying I was going for a walk, not where or for how long, since it was more of a wandering walk anyways. I didn't inform anyone else about what I was doing.

After a couple of hours, I found myself on the far side of a mountain, across a valley and bay from town, and there was still a lot of daylight left so I wasn't concerned. I was walking along a seasonal logging road and into a dark coniferous forest. At this point, the last house I saw was about 30 minutes earlier.

After 10 or 15 minutes of walking into this forest, I started to feel uncomfortable, as if I was being watched or followed. I took note of my feelings and raised my awareness of my surroundings as I continued walking along the road, towards the mountain through the forest. I thought about going back the way I came, but the feeling was coming from behind me, and I sensed it was a bad idea to go that way. So I continued forward.

After about 10 more minutes of this, I started feeling even more uncomfortable, like I was in fact being followed, and making this "follower" angry. I sped up, and started watching both sides of the road as closely as I can. Then I saw something.

Not too far up the road, and off to the right, just inside the trees, there was a white patch almost like snow. But this was Ireland, on the ocean coast, in late March, and it was a warm day. There wouldn't be any snow at this time of year. I focused on it, trying to make out what it was. As I got closer it became apparent - it was a small camp. Approaching the camp and squatting down to look around, I saw that it had a white bedroll about the size of a sleeping bag, a pillow, a small apple crate for a sort of bedside table, and several trinkets scattered on it including candles, matches, coins, and playing cards among other things. I was pretty surprised to see this out in the middle of nowhere. Then I remembered the bad feelings of being watched and followed. I froze.

My mind was speeding through how I could be perceived standing there looking at whatever this could be. Was it a criminal trying to avoid notice by the locals? Was he watching me now, about to attack thinking I was stealing from him? Or maybe thinking I was going to report him when I get back to town?

I stood straight up and tried to hear and see everything around me at once. The feeling was still there and strong, but I couldn't hear any noise. With those bad feelings lingering, I pulled out a five pound note (about $9 dollars Canadian at the time), held it high and waved it around, saying loudly, "I didn't know this camp was here. I'm just a tourist out for a hike. I'm leaving five pounds here for you, I haven't touched anything, and I'm going now to leave you alone." I walked straight and fast back to the road and towards the mountain, again not wanting to go back the way I came, where the feelings seem to be coming from. The farther I got away from the camp, the weaker the bad feelings seemed to get.

I made it to the mountain, hiked up, over and down the other side, finally hitching a ride back into town to the rental house my family obtained. Later that night, there was a knock at our door. I answered it, only to find an elderly lady standing on the doorstep in the pitch dark. She was dressed in a rag-tag combination of pants, sweater, coat and scarf, looking out of place, as if she collected her clothing items from a lost and found somewhere. I turned the porch light on, but the bulb must have been burned out, so she remained in the dark except for whatever light came from inside the house. She asked me if I had any eggs to spare. My first thought was "What is this poor old lady doing out this late asking for eggs?" My parents, hearing someone at the door and coming to see who it was, heard the question and started tripping over themselves to grab eggs.
I was totally caught off guard by this odd behavior on everyone's part, so I stood off to the side and watched everything take place, dumbfounded, looking from the old lady on the doorstep and my parents rushing around the house. After a couple of near frantic minutes, they gathered eggs, a blanket, bread, money, socks and a sweater for the old lady. Giving these things to the old lady happily, my parents wished her well on her way. She received them with just a whisper of thanks and God bless and walked back out into the night.
When they closed the door they looked at each other, signed and smiled wide-eyed as if to say "Wow! What a relief!" I asked what the hell just happened and they said, "She's a gypsy. When they come to your house, no matter the time of day or night, and ask for something, you try to give it and then some or you get cursed."
Laughing, I made some joke about superstition and mentioned my odd experience to my parents on the far side of the mountain earlier that day. My dad's face went white. His voice was a little shaky, and he started to explain that the gypsies were mysterious people who kept to themselves, feeling very protective of their property and personal space. The forest back there in the woods was a traditional setup area for them outside the logging season. I might have trespassed into their space, and to make things balanced again, they might have wanted to visit us in return.

I'll tell you, that day was one of the most strange and uncomfortable days of my life. Maybe there is some truth to those old Irish superstitions.

Here's the Google Map of the area in my story. It's the loop road between Cahersiveen and the Ocean to the North.
 
2008-10-31 01:39:45 PM
strawbury78: And one more...


Around 5 years ago, my husband and I were asleep. He wakes up and yells into the kitchen "Hey Lelia, can you get me a glass of water while you are in th---OMG"

I roll over and say "What? I'm right here??"

He turns on the lamp beside of the bed and looks at me. He is pale. I ask what is wrong. He wouldn't tell me. "I don't want to say, you won't go back to sleep"

I bug him until he tells me.

"Ok, so I saw what I thought was you in the kitchen. Long hair and everything. In a white gown. Until she turned around and it was a rotted face staring at me."

Ok, so that freaked me out. I didn't go back to sleep that night..and he slept with the light on.

Fast forward a few nights later. Our then 3 year old daughter runs into our room. Now keep in mind, we didn't mention the incident to her or around her. What parent in their right mind would do that?

Anyways, she comes into our room crying. We ask what is wrong. "That mean woman in the white dress was in my room telling me to do bad things."

She got to sleep with us for a long time after that.


Ooh, that gave me chills.
 
2008-10-31 01:39:49 PM
not to be another Debbie Downer, but I suspect a lot of "hauntings" are attributable to dreams, being intoxicated, sleep paralysis, or the presence of wild animals.

\just sayin'.
 
2008-10-31 01:40:13 PM
One time about 12 years ago I lived in an apartment complex in Peterborough, Ontario. A cute petite blond lived in the apartment beside me and her bedroom wall was the other side of my bedroom wall.

Sometimes, especially on Friday nights and weekends, I would here this "bang, bang, bang" noise and these cries of "oh! oh! oh!".

Man, I tell ya, I couldn't barely pull my ear off the wall. I wonder what it was?
 
2008-10-31 01:41:50 PM
I will put aside my lurker ways to tell this creepy story.

Being Scottish in ancestry, my family and I went to Scotland when I was 20 to investigate our roots. As a part of our tour, we went on a ghost tour of Edinburgh. My 18 year old brother, Colin, did not want to go on the tour at all. But we dragged him anyway.

The tour was fine if not totally predictable until we reached Mr. Boots' room. I love ghost stories so I had already heard the story of Mr. Boots(new window), a ghost that haunts an underground room underneath the South Bridge attacking people from time to time. Anyway, they cram the whole tour group of approximately 50 people into this room after telling us the story and then make us nervously listen to another story. Colin was behind me and did the normal little brother things like blowing on my neck and whispering my name. After a few minutes, he quit that and starts leaning on me. I don't think much of it because it is almost midnight after a day of sight-seeing. The story finally ends and we begin to file out.

When I step forward, my brother hits the ground. He had passed out! We scream, shake him, etc. He doesn't revive until my father and two big men pick him up and start hauling him out of the underground. When he hits the night air, he wakes up fine.

Colin said he suddenly got hot and passed out. But several things never jived for me. The outside temp that night was maybe 50 degrees. In the crypts, it was about the same temp and even crammed in that little room we probably only hit 70 degrees. Two, Colin has never fainted in any other situation.

I still get the shivers when I think about it . . .
 
2008-10-31 01:42:34 PM
One time, I was alone at my house and watching T.V. Anyway, all of a sudden, I heard really loud breathing, and it was coming from the other room. I went there and nobody was there, so I went and got a knife, sat down on the couch, and turned up the T.V. really loud. It went away, and when the wife got home, I told her the story and she of course blew me off.
 
2008-10-31 01:42:45 PM
This is absolutely true. Funny, but true. I was sleeping one night with my wife during our first year or two of marriage. I began having an incredibly vivid dream which progressed to a sleep paralysis state. During my dream/waking-dream state, I was being attacked by not one, but TWO Shoney's "Big Boys" (the pudgy little freckle-faced kids that used to festoon the Shoney's signs) who were absolutely devouring my legs (biting, scratching, tearing at). Finally, I was able to break the sleep paralysis and rolled to my side, drew back my right leg and kicked the little bastard as hard as I possibly could. I NAILED it! Well, my wife actually. But hey, my dream ended.
 
2008-10-31 01:43:27 PM
I'm an atheist. My wife is not. We respect each other's views.

Every night my wife takes my toddler to bed and prays with her. At the time she was pregnant with #2 - about 9 weeks along when this story happened. They would always say the same thing before bedtime - God bless mommy, god bless daddy, etc, etc, etc, always ending in "God bless baby" in reference to the new pregnancy.

Did I mention I'm an atheist?

Anyway, we went for a checkup one morning around this time and found out the pregnancy had failed. The embryo was dead and all that was left was literally the crying and the procedure to clean everything out. This is not very unusual - a large (20-25%) number of pregnancies end this way.

Okay, so fast forward to that evening. It's bedtime. We have not told our toddler anything yet because we're still getting over it ourselves and it's pretty hard to explain to a little child.

My wife is putting my toddler to sleep and I happen to be in the room. She goes through the usual routine but when she gets to what was previously the "God bless baby" bit our toddler freaks and starts bawling all the time waving at thin air and crying out "BYE BYE BABY! BYE BYE BABY! BYE BYE BABY!".

This went on for 5 minutes or more - I have never seen my kid cry like that. It was not a cry of being scared, or tired, or anything normal. It was more a cry of grief.

I've seen some stuff I can't explain before. NOTHING came close to the case of the willies this event gave me. I can't even type this without being creeped out.
 
2008-10-31 01:45:22 PM
mr_bunny: My dad, even with the neighbor backing me up, didn't believe me and I got grounded for a whole week.

What caused him to ground you? Inviting the neighbor over?
 
2008-10-31 01:45:32 PM
Let's not forget about the dibbuk box. Been following that one since it was on eBay.
 
2008-10-31 01:46:34 PM
who was the Farker who posted a Halloween story a few years back, about there being a dead mummified old man in the walled off room in his house?

It sounded like a literary piece rather than being a real account, but it's always stuck in my mind.
 
2008-10-31 01:46:53 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?


After consulting a team of experts, we have come to the conclusion that you are a candidate for spontaneous combustion. You are welcome.
 
2008-10-31 01:47:04 PM
while in college i would always go watch mtv's "fear" with a group of 5 friends. we'd always go to this one chicks dorm room since she had an apt style with kitchen & big living room.

well one night we stayed after & got talking horror flicks & about scary stuff that had happend in real life as well. we got on the topic of candyman about a quarter till midnight. naturally the dare was on the table at midnight to go in the bath room and say his name 3 times while looking in the mirror.

some back ground first:
the way this dorm was set up you walk into the kitchen when you first enter then into the living room. there is a bathroom on each flank of the living room with a bedroom door at a 90 degree. facing the mirror the bedroom door is at your back. still with me?

so i take up the dare & at 11:59pm i go in & shut the bathroom door, the bedroom door is open but i know everyone is in the livingroom listening at the bathroom door.
they think it would be cute to kill the breaker to the bathroom right as i hit the third "candyman"
at the same time they do this a picture in the bedroom falls off the wall making all sorts of racket.

before i know it i'm climbing up the oven & two guys that were suppose to hold the door on me are sprawled on the floor. given they were both smaller than me so this was no huge feat, but i never knew they were there when i hit that door.

there was also the ghost of Hanner Field House.
creepy. till i figured out what is was.

/good times
 
2008-10-31 01:47:26 PM
For reference, Hypnagogia. Explains away a lot of these weird demon-y presence sleep stories.

I'm a skeptic, but I still like stories.
 
2008-10-31 01:47:30 PM
I found a digital camera in the woods.

Nostalgic Link (new window)
 
2008-10-31 01:48:14 PM
boatman

Your kid probably picked up on your grief and figured out it related to the baby. People can pick up on emotional and behavioral signals pretty well, even a toddler.
 
2008-10-31 01:49:16 PM
I love this thread every freakin year... I wait for it with baited breath!

/that means I ate a worm.
 
2008-10-31 01:51:38 PM
NTidd: Let's not forget about the dibbuk box. Been following that one since it was on eBay.

That is some freaky stuff, man... heard that on "Mysterious Universe" podcast... I miss that show!
 
2008-10-31 01:51:44 PM
Boatman

Our stories are eerily similar. Glad my kids are old enough to put themselves to bed now. It's easier on my nerves!
 
2008-10-31 01:52:12 PM
Well, I read everyone's stories every year so I've decided to type my stuff. I am an atheist who is extremely skeptical about ghosts, UFOs and all that. Very interested in the subject however as I believe that some things just aren't explained yet by science.

When I was around 7 years Old I was getting something out of my closet when I felt a presence behind my back. I assumed it was my sister and started talking to her. I turned around and for what couldn't be more than a second I saw her...she looked at me and walked straight through the wall. I assume this was my brain playing tricks on me, as she's alive and well. and was in the other room at the time. I saw a lot of other things when younger and I'm sure 99% can be attributed to mind playing tricks + overactive imagination.

Once when I was around 17 at my friend's house we were sitting around in his room when we heard his little brother call his name. He called back to ask what he wanted...no reply. We walked around the house and it was empty. He then remembered that his brother and parents went out at least an hour ago. They didn't come home for another two-three hours later. We were sufficiently freaked out by it. As we BOTH clear as day heard his brother call his name. No open windows, no other explanation.

Only other freaky experience I've personally had I found a rational explanation for: At my current home I was sitting at my computer desk (as per always) around 1-2am with my fiance's brother. A coke can slides across the desk about 2 inches, I see this out of the corner of my eye and was thinking "nah- that didn't just happen". He then says "Did that Coke can just move?" and I'm like "Yeah, but I wasn't going to say anything!" I assumed it must have been a puddle of water or some such. Flash forward 3 years later and a cold drink got some condensation under it while I was watching and the drink slid; Seems that my desk is SLIGHTLY tilted at an angle and if I actually leave a cold drink in a specific place on my desk it will slide if condensation finds it's way under it. It's like a one in a hundred type of thing. I'm glad it had a rational explanation.

I've had people who I trust 100% tell me that they've seen freaky things too: Like an old man just appearing in a room then vanishing, but my favorite is at my old work place. Small strip mall type place, Sub shop. My friend let his co-worker go home about 15 minutes early, decides to close the place by himself. An hour ago he saw the people from the shop next door leave, they close an hour earlier. So he's completely alone starting to close the place. He hears LOUD classical music coming from the wall adjacent to the closed smoothie shop. This is weird but not scary...he checks the bathroom. Shuts the lights off in them and closes their doors. He then takes the trash out. As he's coming in he stops in his tracks... both bathroom doors are open...the lights are on in them. He just turned of the store lights and locked the door. Needless to say he never closed alone again after that.

Okay that's enough of my ranting. Happy Halloween everyone!
 
2008-10-31 01:53:40 PM
LandOfChocolate: mr_bunny: My dad, even with the neighbor backing me up, didn't believe me and I got grounded for a whole week.

What caused him to ground you? Inviting the neighbor over?


I think the layman's term is "My dad was an asshole."
 
2008-10-31 01:54:33 PM
Krevlar: I went there and nobody was there, so I went and got a knife, sat down on the couch, and turned up the T.V. really loud. It went away, and when the wife got home, I told her the story and she of course blew me off.

Well good for you!
 
2008-10-31 01:56:33 PM
boatman:

I've seen some stuff I can't explain before. NOTHING came close to the case of the willies this event gave me. I can't even type this without being creeped out.


Kids are a lot more perceptive than we give them credit for. My three year-old is constantly spouting stuff she must have overheard when we thought she was paying attention to something else.
 
2008-10-31 01:56:58 PM
About 13 years ago, my sister fell down a flight of stairs and broke her neck on the landing. She was discovered a few days later.

Several months later, I had a dream. They'll tell you that you dream every night, and that if you think you don't, then you simply don't remember the dream. Fair enough. I rarely remember dreams. Even when I do wake up from a dream, even a very vivid one, the details begin to fade almost immediately, to the point that even if I'm trying to remember everything, within 5 minutes, I can barely even relate the single dramatic point that roused me from the dream. This dream wasn't dramatic, vivid, or even all that memorable. And yet, I still remember it today.

I was wandering through an apartment. At the time, I had the feeling that it was someone-else's apartment, but the layout seemed familiar. I had the sense that I was walking through my sister's apartment, even though my sister never lived in an apartment that looked like this one. In fact, in retrospect, the layout of the dream apartment was an apartment that my wife and I lived in for a couple years right after we got married. But in my dream, it was Sis's place.

I walked into the bathroom. In my dream, I was aware that she had passed over, and I was still mourning the loss of her. I glanced in the mirror over the sink, and was startled to see my sister standing behind me. She was wearing the green linen outfit that she had worn to the wedding, along with a nice hat (she loved hats!) and very tasteful makeup and earrings. I instinctively knew that if I turned around, I would not see her there, and was afraid that if I then turned back to the mirror, she would be gone there, too, so I just kept my eyes focused on her reflection. Stunned, I blurted her name.

She smiled and said, "It's OK."

"We thought you were..." I said. I couldn't bring myself to say "dead."

"I know," she said. "But I'm OK now. I just wanted you to know."

She patted my back, and that caused me to turn, and as expected, she was not there. Nor was she in the mirror when I turned back to it. And that's when I awoke. Without the familiar sense of grief that had been my companion for so many months. It had been replaced with a sense of serenity and peace.

I'm guessing this is a fairly common experience, and it can be explained materialistically, but I still like to think that somewhere between earth and sky that night, I was able to speak one last time with my beloved sister.
 
2008-10-31 01:57:18 PM
meat0918
That night I had a horrifyingly vivid dream of a large face with tentacles sprouting from her back screaming at me.

yup. that's marriage for ya.

lol jk.
 
2008-10-31 01:58:16 PM
Wight Power: Possibly one heartbeat away

Would hit like a goblin on PCP!
 
2008-10-31 01:59:30 PM
IF I READ OR ONE MORE STORY ABOUT POLITICS ON A THREAD THAT SHOULD HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH POLITICS I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KICK A KITTEN IN THE FACE
 
2008-10-31 02:00:37 PM
Not mine but pretty cool I think 1:31 you see something move
dudley woods (new window)

and this one

Gettsyburg (new window)
 
2008-10-31 02:00:50 PM
mr_bunny: http://forums.fark.com/cgi/fark/comments.pl?IDLink=3207658
http://forums.fark.com/cgi/fark/comments.pl?IDLink=3019371


Can anybody repost for those of us not Total Farkers?
 
2008-10-31 02:01:09 PM
I've posted this in the past...

After high school a friend and I moved into a house that my Grandparents own; after living there a few months odd things kept happening to the two of us and our friends. First instance was when a friend stopped by while both of us were out, we were together as well and the friend called my roommate's cellphone to ask us why we'd slammed the door in his face. Apparently he'd walked up the back steps and prior to knocking the door opened, then slammed. The same door thing happened while I was in the shower and a friend was in my room reading. She said she heard the door open and slam and just assumed it was my roommate coming home. I called her and she was no where near the house, the door was also locked from the inside so no one could have randomly opened and shut it from the outside.

The other things happened to just me when I was alone. I was sleeping on the couch one evening and had drug my alarm clock out there to wake me up at a certain point. I did wake up when I heard a noise that was my alarm clock being slammed full force onto the hardwood floor. I immediately sat up and the clock was fine.

Finally one day I was in my walk in closet. There were large floor to ceiling shelves running the length of one wall where I had shoes boxes and whatnot. When my back was turned to them, random things kept falling off the shelf with force onto the floor.

I never mentioned any of it to my Grandparents but after I moved out of the house they moved in. About five years after all of this my Dad mentioned to me how my Grandfather said he kept seeing a "little old lady" in the house in the middle of the night. My Dad laughed and said he was taking too many blood pressure pills but he insisted he's seen her more than once, my Grandmother has too. I then told my Dad the odd things that happened to me; we were thoroughly creeped out.
 
2008-10-31 02:01:24 PM
A few years back I was living in Ashland, a small college town in Southern Oregon. I lived in this huge old drafty house on the north side of town, it was one of the first houses in the area and deffinitely one of the only ones that has not been fixed up.

Anyhow, a couple of blocks up the hill there is an old cemetary which is kind of tucked away in the hills, overgrown and relatively untrafficed. Pretty inconspicuous really. Most of the graves are pretty old for Oregon standards too... some from the gold rush days. My roomies and I used to go up there at night to smoke doobies and such.

One moonless night, we walked up the hill to do our thing and when we got there we found a nice little spot and tried to light up. Out of nowhere a swirling gust of wind came up and blew out the match. This kept on happening over and over, the wind was swirling around pretty strong which was odd because it had been completely dead calm before. We never did get that doob lit.

We were starting to get annoyed and turned to head back to the house. My roomie's gf stopped suddenly looking pale and asked if we had seen something. We all kinda got creeped out and started looking around in the twilight. We all started noticing ripply waves through the air, especially coming from a certain area of the cemetary. It was similar to when you look at asphalt in the distance on a hot day, just it was almost dark outside, and not even warm. I was staring at the spot where the ripples were concentrated when I suddenly felt a tingly rush slam into and through me - not like wind, more like that feeling of motion when you drop off the peak of a rollercoaster.

My roomie and his gf looked at me even though I hadn't said anything and asked if everything was OK. I described what had happened and they both went pale. She said don't move, there's something right behind you! At that moment I felt that massive presence as if someone is standing way to close behind you and an icy finger ran down my neck. I lost it, and took of running next to my roomie and his gf back to our house.

The next week I went to the library to see if I could learn anything about the cemetary. I found an old newspaper article in the archives that mentioned how Ashland had an old cemetary that had been outside of town where Emigrant resevoir is now. Apparently, when the resevoir was built they dug up the graves and headstones and relocated them to the Sheridan st. cemetary where we had all been so freaked out. I went back once to check, and the area I had been staring at was where the relocated graves were.
 
2008-10-31 02:03:04 PM
Brett Favre: IF I READ OR ONE MORE STORY ABOUT POLITICS ON A THREAD THAT SHOULD HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH POLITICS I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL KICK A KITTEN IN THE FACE

Bush is still having sex with his wife

/and i dont mean Dubya
 
2008-10-31 02:05:49 PM
When I was around 7 or 8 we lived in this old house that was just naturally creepy to begin with. My room was on the second floor and my parents room was on the first. The first time I slept in my room I kept being awoken by the sound of footsteps. Now being that young I was naturally scared witless. The thump thump thump of footsteps in a dark room is enough to give anyone the heebies. The fact that I had a light on and could still not see who was moving around up there made it much much worse!

After the third time of waking up I just lie there awake trying to hear the noise that kept bringing me into this wakeful state. It didn't take long before I heard the noise again. It was a distinct thump scrape thump scrape. I was now downstairs in the living room, it took me about two seconds to get there! I went to tell my parents what was going on. My dad at first told me it must be a tree branch, I reminded him that there were no trees near the house. He then wrote it off as a squirrel, now I was young and easily fooled, but that was no squirrel, way to loud for a squirrel to accomplish.

Needless to say, I spent the rest of the night sleeping on the couch downstairs within easy run of my parents room. The next day my dad and I went up to try and figure out what was making the noise. We sat for the longest time in silence trying to hear anything that sounded like it but never did. There was a storage room off to the side of my room, it had a small door into it. I opened this door to see if there was anything in there that might make noise. When I swung the door open there was a dress makers dummy right there in front of it. I screamed at the top of my lungs and made my way away from that room as fast as my little legs would carry me.

I would not go upstairs in that house ever again, as much as my dad tried to get me to, I flat out refused. While downstairs sleeping on the couch, you could still hear the noise at night, but it was not as loud. It was definitely coming from upstairs. My mom heard it a few times when she would get up in the middle of the night for something and my dad heard it once also. The day after he heard it, he started looking for another house for us to live in.
 
2008-10-31 02:08:16 PM
I told them this:

This is the second time I have heard a woman's voice talking to me in a month in our house when no one else is home.

I'll be right back, I am going to grab a beer.

Jesus....



Before I do though....

I was vacuuming and when I stopped I heard a woman say "Hey."

*dramatic pause*

"Hey!" even louder the second time out in the living room.

No one was there.

Then there was this time:


So,

we bought our house about 3 months ago.

I have submitted a few threads about the weird things that I have seen/heard.

Today, having finished sealing grout and letting it dry, I walked to our bedroom to let the cats out of kitty jail.

I turn the corner, and the same guy I saw 5 weeks ago is standing in the hallway.

He turns around and looks right at me......and smiles.

Then *poof* he is gone. Just like that.

I let the cats out and promptly made a nice rum and coke.


Anyone else wanna share some haunted house stories?


Yeah yeah, I know ghosts don't exist, after all there is no proof..woof woof blah blah.

I care not for the naysayers.
 
2008-10-31 02:09:14 PM
gamer_geek: mr_bunny: http://forums.fark.com/cgi/fark/comments.pl?IDLink=3207658
http://forums.fark.com/cgi/fark/comments.pl?IDLink=3019371

Can anybody repost for those of us not Total Farkers?


That other post is basically what happened.
 
2008-10-31 02:09:58 PM
atomsmoosher

Kids are a lot more perceptive than we give them credit for. My three year-old is constantly spouting stuff she must have overheard when we thought she was paying attention to something else.

This is true - but man did that creep me out. I'm willing to allow that she figured it out on her own - but ...just....wow.
 
2008-10-31 02:10:18 PM
OK, here's mine:

When I was a kid (6 or 7), the house we lived in had a long hallway, 2 bedrooms on one side, kitchen and bathroom on the other side, bedroom at the end. Anyway, I would always get freaked out at a certain spot in that hallway. It was on the side between the kitchen door and the bathroom. It seemed no matter how warm the house was, there was a 3 foot spot in that hall that was cold as hell. If it was nighttime, I would run, like, panic run, through that spot. My room would creep me out too, I had violent nightmares and was a total insomniac. It got so bad that I would rather piss the bed then get up in the middle of the night and go through the scary spot to go to the bathroom. Finally, my parents decided to let me switch rooms with my brother, and all of a sudden I was sleeping like a baby. No nightmares, no insomnia, no problems. The hallway still scarred me but I didn't have to go through it anymore to get the the bathroom.

When we moved out of the house in 1988, my mother finally told me some interesting info about our old house that they kept from me. Apparently it was owned by a Satanist couple prior to my parents buying it in the 70's. They had the place decked out in Satan's finest decor, and apparently my old room was the "alter" room. The walls and windows were painted black . Anyway, one day Mr. Satanist decided to sacrifice Mrs. Satanist in the "alter room". After tying her to the alter, he stabbed her several times. She managed to break free and attempted to escape, but met her demise in the hallway via shotgun... on the exact spot in the hallway that used to freak me out. Cherry on the cake, Mr.. Satanist, after painting in Ms. Satanist's blood on the wall of the "alter room", decided to use said shotgun on his own head, where he died. Mom made all the neighbors promise not to tell any of us kids when me moved in, obviously not wanting to scare us needlessly. Mom and Dad knew about the prior tragedy when they bought the place, but the price was so great they couldn't pass it up. She feels guilty to this day that it effected me the way it did.
 
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