Jacket_Off: I moved into a house about 3 years ago when I was married. It's not that old, built in 1991, but there was an odd moment at the closing when the broker said something about disclosing any incidents of death in the house, and the sellers got a little edgy and reiterated that they only had to disclose deaths caused by something other than natural causes and that there were none.Well, my marriage was on the rocks before the move, and this house was kind of a final attempt for us to be happy together, but it failed, and the wife had moved out within six weeks of us moving in. So I find myself living there with my black lab with no furniture except a bed in the bedroom and a bean bag and elliptical trainer in the living room.Not having any furniture and being too broke to buy any, my dog and I took advantage of the space by playing a lot of fetch in the house. So one night, I'm lying on the bean bag watching network television on my 9" TV/VCR combo and tossing the ball across the room into the kitchen for the dog over and over ... when SUDDENLY, he comes to a sliding stop right where the kitchen table would have been, backpeddles on the slick floor and launching into a flurry of barking and growling at the air.Now, I'm sitting there dumbfounded because I have a completely unobstructed view of all this, and there is nothing there. I walk over to where he's at, pick up the ball and hand it back to him, and he hurriedly and nervously backs out of the kitchen and back into the living room as fast as he can. As soon as we're in the living room, he's ready to play like nothing happened.As a test, I throw the ball again, and again he freaks as soon as he's in the kitchen. Again, there's nothing there. I walked through the entire kitchen looking for anything that could be setting him off. There's nothing.Obviously, I'm going to keep throwing the ball into the kitchen to keep trying to figure out what's going on, and he nervously growled a little the third time but did get his ball, and after a couple more throws, it was like it never happened.Weird.So then I'm washing dishes a few nights later, and I set a cup on the counter. It slides right across the entire length of the counter. Well, that was a freaky poltergeist moment, so I pull another cup out of the water, set it on the counter, and it too slides, but not as far. I chalked this up to the cups being wet, and hydroplaning on the counter or something because maybe it's not quite level, but I've never been able to repeat the results.Weird.A few days later I'm running on the elliptical trainer. I had my shirt off just feeling the burn, trying to run off some stress, etc. Well, I feel someone put their hand on my back. I jumped like a foot in the air and almost fell off the damn machine. Of course, there was nobody there. I was a little shaken up, but I got back into the rhythm and refocused. Not two minutes later, I feel it again! That was enough elliptical for me that night, and it freaked me out enough that I have actually never run on it with my shirt off again.However, in the past year, aside from the front door having a tendency to open on it's own, I haven't experienced any other freaky incidents.
atomsmoosher: For reference, Hypnagogia. Explains away a lot of these weird demon-y presence sleep stories.I'm a skeptic, but I still like stories.
Fact Man: Third_Uncle_Eno: Fact Manwhat/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.
Xomber: I heard about this guy who was tortured and murdered and after a couple of days he terrorized his former friends, forcing them to touch his rotting flesh and promoting cannibalism and vampirism onto them...
Dr. Flavenglaven: atomsmoosher: For reference, Hypnagogia. Explains away a lot of these weird demon-y presence sleep stories.I'm a skeptic, but I still like stories.I, unfortunately, am very familiar with hypnagogic hallucinations. There's nothing quite like waking up your significant other by screaming at the faces coming out of ceiling in the middle of the night.
manun: 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.
echo5juliet: ... passing through Amboy, CA. ... I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.
mr_bunny: 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.
StilettosandSkills: I should start off with the fact that I've always believed that there could be some truth to ghosts but I never thought too much of it.Back in March I moved to new apartments off Westheimer in Houston. As soon as I moved in weird things started happening... Nothing too odd but the type of things that make you wonder if you are losing it. For example, my radio always comes on by itself. I've had full bags of garbage removed from the trash can and waiting by the door to be taken out. Glass that had recently been Windexed will suddenly have fingerprints all over it like they were opened. My doors will open without warning as well as suddenly become locked/unlocked. Just odd things. And then it got bad.Right before the hurricane I was taking a nap with a friend before heading to another friends house to "hunker down" in. Suddenly I woke up to hear my door unlock and open and someone yell "hello". My roommate was in Dallas so I immediately got up to look. When I got to the door, not only was it locked but deadbolted, too. I contributed it to being half asleep and being crazy.A few weeks ago, I was sitting by the pool with my roomie and some other residents of the apartment complex. One of the guys mentioned an incident where his door unlocked and opened itself. Out of the seven residents there, six had witnessed odd activity in the place. Oddly enough, the seventh person (who had never had anything happen in her apartment) mentioned that she used to work at the hospital that used to be there. It seems that a few years ago there was a hospital right where my apartments are built called Rosewood General. During the construction of the place, the contractors encountered all sorts of crazy sh*t. Google Earth still shows the hospital, in fact.Well, last week my roommate went to Dallas again and I was in bed trying to sleep. Suddenly I could hear the footsteps of someone walking around in my kitchen and the distinct sound of a cat meowing. No one was in that apartment. I know all my neighbors... No one has a farking cat.I guess I'm just going to have to get used to it. My roomie is so scared that she won't even stay there without me.
Lord Dimwit: I was born in Rosewood General Hospital.
QU!RK1019: I have no idea how scary this story is to others, but it creeped me out...I had to call a client regarding some followup. When I dialed her number, it would ring once normally, then again in a different tone. Then a sort of click would signify that the call had been picked up. But nobody was there. I said "hello? hello?" a couple times, but got nothing. I tried again, and still nothing. But it was weird because it was like *something* was on the other end of the line.So, I waited quietly, listening and it became apparent that there were other noises on the other end. Distant, echoey sounds that seemed like people in a kitchen. (I say that because you could almost make out the clatter of china and silverware.) There were maybe voices and footsteps, but it all sounded as if the phone was off the hook in an unfinished basement, and there was a dinner on the floor above.After a couple minutes I hung up and told my coworkers about it. They tried the number again and got the same results. Throughout the day, people were trying the number and getting a little freaked out.The last time I tried it, I swear, I heard a muffled whimper, souning much "closer" to the phone. I hung up immediately out of terror.The next day the number was disconnected. And the next time we saw the client, we told her the spooky story regarding the phone number we had for her. She said, rather seriously "Don't use that number." By the way she said it, we didn't ask any further questions...
UnrepentantApostate: My family lives on a dirt road in rural Minnesota. We keep and breed Shire horses, have for almost thirty years now.
aluwishus: I got cha where I want cha and now im gonna eat cha...
nosferatublue: If you haven't already, Google Kholat Syakhl. 9 skiers hiking in Ural wake up in the night and rip open their tents from the inside, run away from camp in their undies and bare feet into the freezing cold. They all die, some of hypothermia, some of internal injuries, cause unknown. True story.
One Girl Two Cups: aluwishus: I got cha where I want cha and now im gonna eat cha...*golf clap*good one!
echo5juliet: I was driving a shortcut from Twentynine Palms, CA to Albuquerque, NM. Twentynine Palms is located in the desolate high desert east of LA. The shortcut was all two lane road through total nothingness, except for passing through Amboy, CA. Amboy is a nearly abandoned town nearly as far below sea level as Death Valley, with a dormant volcano and lava field on one side and a salt flat on the other. It was also, at the time, a hotspot for satanic group activity.So I was driving by myself in the afternoon. I stopped in Amboy and snapped a picture of the city sign, just to prove I was there to friends who dared me to take that route to I-40. I got back in my car and proceeded to drive up into the mountain range between Amboy and I-40.Once I reach the top I am driving north through a canyon with high grass on both sides of the road. Up ahead I see some stuff in the middle of the road. As I approach I slow down to see a red Pontiac Fiero stopped sideways across both lanes, a suitcase open with clothes scattered everywhere and two bodies laying face down in the road, a man and a woman.I stop a hundred feet or so away and the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. Being a Marine, I reach under the seat and pull out a 9mm pistol and chamber a round. Something seemed very wrong, it looked too perfect as if it were staged. An ambush? Was I being paranoid? Something was just wrong. Getting out of the car seemed unthinkable, it was the horror movie move.As I scanned the road I saw a line I could drive. Pass the guy in the road on his left, swerve to the right side of the woman, behind the Fiero and I'd be on the other side. I dropped it into first gear, punched it and drove the line I planned.I passed the back of the Fierro without hitting it or either of the bodies in the road. I continued forward a couple hundred feet and slowed down so I could breathe and let my heart slow down. As I looked up into the rearview mirror I saw that the two bodies had gotten up to their knees and twenty or so people emerged from the tall grass on either side of the road by the car and bodies.At that moment my right foot smashed the gas pedal to the floor and did not let up until I had to slowdown for the I-40 east onramp.I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.
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