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2008-10-31 09:38:36 AM  
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.
 
2008-10-31 09:39:15 AM  
Ah! Posted this one before. Shall repost:

Don't believe in ghosts but have had one encounter I can't explain.

Stayed alone in an old house that had been converted into apartments. Everyone else had already gone home for the summer from college. That night, I felt a little creeped out, but decided to stay in bed and just go to sleep--and then my bed moved. The end of the bed lifted up about three inches, held for a moment, and then dropped back down.

It was the single worst most terrifying moment of my life. Never had anything like it before or since. I can't explain it and don't like to think about it much.

*shudder*
 
2008-10-31 09:39:16 AM  
... the call was coming from THE EX. like 15 times in one night. seriously, take a hint.
 
2008-10-31 09:40:07 AM  
I was forced to go to a Cher concert.

*shudder*
 
2008-10-31 09:40:08 AM  
i369.photobucket.com
 
2008-10-31 09:41:12 AM  
...and then I woke up and she was cooking breakfast in the kitchen!!! Nooooooo!
 
2008-10-31 09:41:14 AM  
I am the creep.
 
2008-10-31 09:42:48 AM  

BOO!!

 
2008-10-31 09:43:57 AM  

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.
 
2008-10-31 09:44:38 AM  
I was subjected to a Polka band last night..
 
2008-10-31 09:45:17 AM  

Dr.Knockboots: I was subjected to a Polka band last night..


The whole band?

/whore
 
2008-10-31 09:46:25 AM  
...and then the CHUDs came after me.
 
2008-10-31 09:46:31 AM  

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.
 
2008-10-31 09:47:04 AM  

Dr.Knockboots: I was subjected to a Polka band last night..


Chicken dance?
 
2008-10-31 09:47:23 AM  

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.


goddammit so much!!! Sally is a great kitten name!!

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


That Boo is really cute.
 
2008-10-31 09:47:42 AM  

Dr.Knockboots: Polka band last night


WTF is wrong with polka? I used to be able to polka like a mutherf*cker.


I should really put that on my resume.
 
2008-10-31 09:47:52 AM  

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


We debated naming her Boo, and changed our minds because of that exact reason.

So we have this un-named cat that we've been calling "Kitten B".
 
2008-10-31 09:47:59 AM  

bad_otis: thanks vernie, I just sh*t myself.

again.


Sorry :(
 
2008-10-31 09:48:35 AM  
My older sister took me to see the Exorcist when I was 12. Then that night she snuck into my room and under my bed and started mumbling, "The devil is under the bed"
 
2008-10-31 09:50:23 AM  
Feel free to mock me, but this really happened about a month ago. I always wanted to believe in spirits/afterlife, that kind of thing, but logically I just couldn't. After this happened, I changed my mind.

Back story, I met the hub through mutual friends, said mutual friends grew up with him and are now married. The guy, Jason, has lived in the same house since he was little, he and his wife bought it from his mother when they got married. Long history of issues with the house, they even had a preacher come in and bless it. Since the two of them have moved in, there have been a few weird things, but nothing major.

So a few weeks ago we went down there to see them, and spent the night. After it got late and everyone else was in bed, I wanted my PJs, so I went outside to get them from the car. Walking across the deck, I felt something push me from behind, and I fell down the steps. They have a huge boxer who's really bad about jumping, so I thought it was him.

Then I looked up and saw this bright white light, a circle. I thought I'd hit my head or something. so I stood up, and it was still there, about head high, sort of pulsating. I turned around to go back to the house, then I turned back, still there. like it was watching me. Finally I said "I'm sorry if you're mad, but this isn't your house anymore. the people who live here are really nice and will take care of it, but you need to leave." and it got brighter for a second, then slowly faded away.
There were no lights on, nobody lives near there, no headlights, etc. it was the weirdest thing I've ever seen. I kind of feel bad now, because I'm not sure that what pushed me and the light were the same thing. I wasn't afraid of the light at all.

The next morning the hub and I got up, and he took me to the doctor. Broken wrist. When I explained to him what happened, and later when I explained it to my friends who own the house, turns out at some point, all of them had seen the light I described. My husband and the other guy had seen it in the house when they were teenagers, and the wife had seen it in the back field, a couple of weeks earlier.
 
2008-10-31 09:50:32 AM  
I don't have any overly scary or creepy stories. The one time I was the most freaked out though was when I was about 7 or 8. We were on a family vacation. My family and my uncle's family traveled to some big, old hotel/resort in the middle of nowhere. We had rooms on the opposite sides of the hotel. Late one night I went over to my uncle's room to hang out with my cousins (of about the same age). We were flipping through channels when we came across a The Shining. Having never seen it before, we watched it all the way through. After, I had to go back to my room through a maze of hallways at like 2am. I ran like the devil was chasing me, and I hated that hotel for the rest of the trip.
 
2008-10-31 09:50:52 AM  
The other night I was home alone except for my mini schnauzer Max. I was doing some cleaning in the living room and turned to see Max in front of the cupboards in the kitchen sitting and shaking like something had just hurt him or scared the bejesus out of him. I picked him up and he tried to climb up over me. I brought him into the bedroom and set him on the bed. He ran to the head of the bed and hid behind the pillows,still shaking. This went on for about 20 minutes. Nothing I could do would stop his shaking. He would not go back in the living room the rest of the night. Was it a ghost that scared him? Who knows.
 
2008-10-31 09:51:15 AM  

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

We debated naming her Boo, and changed our minds because of that exact reason.

So we have this un-named cat that we've been calling "Kitten B".


lolomg
 
2008-10-31 09:51:27 AM  

nopokerface: Dr.Knockboots: I was subjected to a Polka band last night..

The whole band?

Not all at once, that'd be creepy..
they took turns.

/whore

basemetal: Dr.Knockboots: I was subjected to a Polka band last night..

Chicken dance?

no, but they did do the electric slide to some polka music.. but the song got increasingly fast, so they had to pick up their pace. Not every one in the dancing group could keep up.. people were crashing into each other.. rather funny.

bad_otis: Dr.Knockboots: Polka band last night

WTF is wrong with polka? I used to be able to polka like a mutherf*cker.


I should really put that on my resume.


Nothing.. it looks fun.. for people who actually can't dance.
 
2008-10-31 09:53:27 AM  
and now i have to get a new hook. goddam kids.
 
2008-10-31 09:54:01 AM  
I once saw Ric Flair's bare ass.
 
2008-10-31 09:54:38 AM  
Cut and pasted from previous years thread.

Anyway, I'm not a believer in ghosts or anything like that, and pretty skeptical to the whole thing, but my story (sorry for the tolstoy):

My first summer after highschool, I worked for my neighbor. He had a contracting business that mainly did light remodels on houses. Painting\general carpentry\basic landscaping\building decks, stuff like that. The usual crew was this guy, his partner, myself and one or two of my friends, and a general laborer or two, depending on the size of the job.

About halfway through the summer we got a job to do some cleanup on a house a few towns over which had been neglected for a while. Repaint inside and out, fix some squeaky floors and water damage, clean up the yard, etc. It was a decent sized house, and needed a ton of work, and the estimate was that it would take about a month to do it right. The homeowners had no problem, as they were not living there, and were planning on selling the place. Everything inside had already been cleared out (for the most part).

The first few days we spent just clearing brush and stuff out of the yards, so we could get equipment in to work on the exterior. Once that was done, we split off into two crews, one scraping the outside of the house, and one doing work on the inside. It was the summer, and the place did not have a/c, so the easier job was the work outside, and we would rotate who was in and who was out.

To give you an idea of the layout of the house. When you walked in the front door, you had large room off to your immediate right and left. Straight ahead of you and to your left you had a staircase that went up to the second floor, to the right a small bathroom, and then straight back to the kitchen and another large room. Upstairs you had 4 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms. There was only one staircase to the second floor.

We started in the front rooms, and within an hour or so our radio started acting up. It was an older boom box type thing, with a manual cassette player, and the knob with the slide for tuning the stations. In other words, it was all mechanical, not digital. At least 3 times, the station changed on its own, from 102.7 which we were listening to, to other random stations (sorry, no creepy oldies music or anything). What is interesting is when it changed stations, the station it would end up on would be perfectly tuned in, and the jump between stations was very quick, much quicker than a person could turn the knob and tune in the station so well, and then get away from the radio without being noticed, like, a seconds time, just enough time for the slide to traverse the distance to the other station. No, the radio didn't have the mechanical station presets.

At least twice when this happened I was in the room, and while my back was turned to it, the radio was in a location where it would have been damned near impossible for someone to get to it, turn the station and then get out of there. It was not by a window either. On a few occasions the volume would go WAY up, up beyond a point that I thought this thing was capable of producing. We then moved the radio to a different room, blaming it on bad power, and the problems let up.

Other strange things: Lights would go on or off while you were working, including our own portable floodlights. It wasn't power was cut or anything, but the actual switch was thrown. You could also hear footsteps above you when you were sure nobody was upstairs.

The final kicker, as we were wrapping up the work on the place, I was replacing some molding in a second floor bedroom. I had a large heavy steel toolbox, with a bunch of tools in it, that must have weighed 30 or 40 pounds. One of those big craftsman jobs. I had finished off most of what I was doing, and had most of my stuff put away when our lunch showed up. It was raining outside, so were all sitting in the main entrance way by the stairs, in fact, myself and another guy were sitting on the stairs. EVERYONE was accounted for. By this point we were all always joking around how we were working in a haunted house, due to all the strange stuff that was going on, but noone was taking it real seriously. Everyone was pretty much convinced that it was the combination of an old house, our imagination, and probably a few of us screwing around with eachother causing the stuff. Mid conversation about this, there was a giant crash from upstairs. One of the dudes freaked and just ran for the door. Myself and the dude sitting on the stairs next turned and went up the stairs. At the top of the stairs you had a clear view of the entrance way to all of the rooms, so in the 3 seconds it took for us to climb them, nobody would be able to get out of a room without being spotted.

Inside the room I had been working, my heavy metal toolbox had been tossed across the room, its contents scattered. The time from when it happened to when I got there was so short that stuff was still rolling around. Again, this was a 30-40 pound toolbox, which was sitting on the floor, and had been clearly tossed a good 10 feet. We checked the other rooms and of course found nothing. To go out the window (which was closed as it was raining) would have been a 15 foot drop into some nasty bushes. No ladders were up on the house, or even off the truck for that matter that day, due to the rain. Everyone working there was sitting with us while we ate, and nobody could have gotten past us and down the stairs while we checked the rooms, as there were people watching the stairs.

It was pretty damn scary, and the final couple of days of us working there everyone was really on edge. Nobody would go into rooms alone, and you could tell everyone was pretty much scared shiatless.

The boss mentioned the goings on to the homeowner who was just kind of like "ehh whatever". A few years later, the place burned to the ground, and one of the guys I worked with that summer, who now lived in the town, sent me a story from the local paper. It turns out that the previous owner who lived there was a shut-in type person after his wife died a decade or so prior, Didn't ever really come out much/do much, which explained the neglect. He had died about a year prior to us working on the house, but nobody found his body for at least 6 months. The people who had hired us was his estranged sons family, who had inherited the house and were trying to sell it.

The house had changed hands a couple of times in the several years after we had worked on it, nobody ever staying very long, and it growing a "haunted" legend in the town.

In the interest of brevity, I left out some of the smaller parts of the story that were strange, or could have been explained away easier, but suffice to say, some weird stuff was going on while we were there. I'm not one that really believes in ghosts or anything, but I have no way of explaining some of the stuff that happened there in any rational way. Thinking about it still gives me the chills. Nobody was aware of the story behind the house when we were working there, and you could tell after the toolbox incident everyone was truly on edge.
 
2008-10-31 09:54:45 AM  
My wifes' dad died in '86 on the couch in the living room.
Even though our living room has been re-arranged with a few changes in furniture over the years, The cats will never go on that side of the living room.
 
2008-10-31 09:54:50 AM  
vernterv: BOO!!

Great... Thanks! How am I supposed to finish out my day with this load of shiat that's now in my pants?
 
2008-10-31 09:55:07 AM  

meg12279: Finally I said "I'm sorry if you're mad, but this isn't your house anymore. the people who live here are really nice and will take care of it, but you need to leave."


I would be curious to see if that worked. I have chillies now!!
 
2008-10-31 09:57:02 AM  

vernterv: meg12279: Finally I said "I'm sorry if you're mad, but this isn't your house anymore. the people who live here are really nice and will take care of it, but you need to leave."

I would be curious to see if that worked. I have chillies now!!


honestly, i'm afraid to go back to the house and find out. i even emailed a certain shaman about it, just kind of a "Hey, do you know wtf happened to me?"

but i very distinctly felt two human hands pushing my back.
 
2008-10-31 09:57:12 AM  
Mr. Bunny's stories still freak me out, but I still think he was huffing grout with the flannel man.
 
2008-10-31 10:00:48 AM  
For LineNoise: :D

emulsioncompulsion.com
 
2008-10-31 10:01:00 AM  
i hope this goes green, this is one of my favorite TF traditions.
 
2008-10-31 10:01:04 AM  

mayberebecca: and now i have to get a new hook. goddam kids.


I always wanted a handjob with a hook.
 
2008-10-31 10:01:54 AM  
i369.photobucket.com
 
2008-10-31 10:02:02 AM  

Mayostard: vernterv: BOO!!

Great... Thanks! How am I supposed to finish out my day with this load of shiat that's now in my pants?


Depends

meg12279: honestly, i'm afraid to go back to the house and find out


I can't blame you!!!
 
2008-10-31 10:03:49 AM  
http://forums.fark.com/cgi/fark/comments.pl?IDLink=3207658

http://forums.fark.com/cgi/fark/comments.pl?IDLink=3019371
 
2008-10-31 10:06:08 AM  

Mayostard: Mr. Bunny's stories still freak me out, but I still think he was huffing grout with the flannel man.


The windows were all open.
 
2008-10-31 10:09:26 AM  
oh, and same house, a few months before, the hub and i spent the night. usually we sleep on the couch, but for some reason we were in their spare room. I had horrible, very vivid nightmares about being raped the whole night. when i woke up at six, i just got up and went downstairs and cleaned up, i was too freaked out to go back to sleep.

when i told my friends why i was up so early, the guy went pale. apparently his high school girlfriend had spent the night in the room years before and had the same dreams, and would never go back in that roon.
 
2008-10-31 10:10:12 AM  
The town I use to live in MA is one of the most haunted in the state. Newburyport has underground tunnels connecting basements to the docks because, pre-Revolutionary War, the residents would sneak goods to the ships through the tunnels to avoid British taxes. All of these tunnels branch off from the Old Hill Burying Ground like the spokes of a wheel. Next to this cemetery is a jail that was built in the 1600's.

One night my sister and I were headed downtown to see some friends and we stopped at this stop sign that is between Old Hill and the jailhouse. All of a sudden I got this feeling of being completely vulnerable. Almost as if I was standing outside of the car, but there was someone right behind me breathing on my neck. This felt like forever but was most likely only a few seconds before everything was back to normal.

I looked at my sister who looked at me at the same time, we both said "did you feel that?" Turns out she felt the same exact thing. Pretty freaky but I kind of want to go back and see if it happens again or something else happens.
 
2008-10-31 10:10:45 AM  
I've been dead before. Oh, I don't remember it, but I like to think of myself as connected to zombies in some fashion. I've got the traumatic brain injury and I'm nearly indestructible.

Check profile for deer story.
 
2008-10-31 10:12:18 AM  

meg12279: oh, and same house, a few months before, the hub and i spent the night. usually we sleep on the couch, but for some reason we were in their spare room. I had horrible, very vivid nightmares about being raped the whole night. when i woke up at six, i just got up and went downstairs and cleaned up, i was too freaked out to go back to sleep.

when i told my friends why i was up so early, the guy went pale. apparently his high school girlfriend had spent the night in the room years before and had the same dreams, and would never go back in that roon.


Did you wake up with ghost crusties on you? Hopefully not on the face.
 
2008-10-31 10:13:13 AM  

Dr.Knockboots: Nothing.. it looks fun.. for people who actually can't dance.


Although it's not as complicated as the ever classy "bump-n-grind sex-on-the-dance-floor" moves you kids dig nowaday, it's fun and really works your glutes, calves, and thigh muscles
 
2008-10-31 10:14:38 AM  
Why isn't this green? It's a Fark tradition!
 
2008-10-31 10:16:31 AM  

meg12279: when i told my friends why i was up so early, the guy went pale. apparently his high school girlfriend had spent the night in the room years before and had the same dreams, and would never go back in that roon.


F*ck that noise...I would have moved out of that place so damn fast!!!
 
2008-10-31 10:16:48 AM  
Alright, who do we have to yell at to get this green?
 
2008-10-31 10:18:39 AM  
Too bad EMP never seems to be around anymore. He had good ghost stories.
 
2008-10-31 10:20:04 AM  

Tat'dGreaser: Alright, who do we have to yell at to get this green?


Click the "notify the admins about this thread" button at the bottom of the page and tell them to make it green....if a bunch of us do it, they might make it green.
 
2008-10-31 10:20:58 AM  

bad_otis: it's fun and really works your glutes, calves, and thigh muscles


Know what *else* is fun and really works your glutes, calves, and thigh muscles?

Water skiing, that's what.
 
2008-10-31 10:24:05 AM  
brysky: mayberebecca: and now i have to get a new hook. goddam kids.

I always wanted a handjob with a hook.


i never want an eyepatch after.
 
2008-10-31 10:24:08 AM  
I think my house might be haunted by my cocker spaniel Barney, who died several years ago. I sometimes hear him shake his ears and trot down the hallway at night.

That's ok, though. I figure he's just watching over us. And that's fine with me.
 
2008-10-31 10:25:00 AM  
I've told this one before (and in last nite's short lived one) in any event here it goes:

I work in an old mansion in Indianapolis that is said to be haunted. The house was built in 1916 for a wealthy bank President who would eventually go bankrupt. In any event, his wife suffered from nervous ticks (probably schizophrenia) and one night decided she could no longer go on with life anymore, and drank Prussian acid (poison) and committed suicide. Her mother also was living in the house at the time, came in at some point, and saw her daughter lying dead, and also drank of the poison and died. Some versions of the story have a nurse giving her the poison on accident not realizing it would kill her. Supposedly the ghosts of these two women haunt the building to this day.

I have been working here for 2.5 years and I lived in the place for about 2. I never really experienced anything other than noises that can be attributed to an old building with a boiler and hardwood floors. Some of the other people who lived here at the same time though have reported hearing blood curdling screams, figures standing over them in the bedroom, and even footsteps when no one else was in the house. There is also a "haunted photograph" that we have hanging in one of our museum areas. The most interesting story I heard though was from someone who lived here 30 years ago when the building was used as part of a school. Her bedroom was in part of the "suicide suite" and looked out on to a deck. Well, she woke up one winter night to see a series of footprints that had been walking or pacing in the middle of the snow covered deck. Nothing was leading to or away from the windows, but rather simply in the middle.

I personally do not believe in ghosts, and maybe that is why I have yet to experience anything. I'll be honest though, sometimes the sheer size of the place is creepy and walking around at night when you are the only person here is not my idea of fun.

(The old Fletcher Mansion/Ladywood School/Hudson Institute for you Indy Farkers)

/I need coffee, I am full of fail this morning. 3rd attempt at posting.
 
2008-10-31 10:25:21 AM  

the_rev: Too bad EMP never seems to be around anymore. He had good ghost stories.


I haven't heard from him in quite a few months.
 
2008-10-31 10:30:21 AM  

mr_bunny: I haven't heard from him in quite a few months.


Is he still running his coffee shop in Moldova?
 
2008-10-31 10:31:20 AM  
i369.photobucket.com
 
2008-10-31 10:31:39 AM  

ksparrothd: meg12279: oh, and same house, a few months before, the hub and i spent the night. usually we sleep on the couch, but for some reason we were in their spare room. I had horrible, very vivid nightmares about being raped the whole night. when i woke up at six, i just got up and went downstairs and cleaned up, i was too freaked out to go back to sleep.

when i told my friends why i was up so early, the guy went pale. apparently his high school girlfriend had spent the night in the room years before and had the same dreams, and would never go back in that roon.

Did you wake up with ghost crusties on you? Hopefully not on the face.


luckily, no. had i gotten pregnant, that would have been an awkward conversation.
 
2008-10-31 10:31:41 AM  

the_rev: mr_bunny: I haven't heard from him in quite a few months.

Is he still running his coffee shop in Moldova?


Last I heard he was back stateside due to some personal issues.
 
2008-10-31 10:32:16 AM  
i369.photobucket.com
 
2008-10-31 10:36:03 AM  

Dirtball: ...and then the CHUDs came after me.


And we'll get ya too. Just see if we don't!
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
 
2008-10-31 10:43:02 AM  
green thread:

Here (new window)
 
2008-10-31 10:43:54 AM  

mayberebecca: i never want an eyepatch after.


i110.photobucket.com
 
2008-10-31 10:47:36 AM  

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

That Boo is really cute.


She's a pure white cat with bright blue eyes. Quite beautiful actually.

But she hates this guy:

i270.photobucket.com
 
2008-10-31 10:49:46 AM  

the_rev: green thread:

Here (new window)


Thanks!!! I am glad we got a green one.
 
2008-10-31 10:51:50 AM  
oh shiat
 
2008-10-31 10:54:57 AM  

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

That Boo is really cute.

She's a pure white cat with bright blue eyes. Quite beautiful actually.

But she hates this guy:


Bad kitty. Can Boo hear?
 
2008-10-31 10:55:07 AM  
One time...I got married

Thank goodness I made it out alive! (but in debt)
 
2008-10-31 10:56:05 AM  
...and so I woke up the next morning on the ground next to my car, keys in hand, driver's door open. Talk about the biggest hangover ever!

/oh, was this the place for scary drinking stories?
 
2008-10-31 10:56:07 AM  
Wait a minute - two green lit scary story threads??
 
2008-10-31 10:56:18 AM  

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.


she got a friend?
 
2008-10-31 10:56:19 AM  
Dammit. I had a clever headline all ready to submit for this. Next year I will be super early
 
2008-10-31 10:57:34 AM  
I once hooked up with a farkette....creepy.
 
2008-10-31 10:57:39 AM  
img46.imageshack.us
 
2008-10-31 10:57:45 AM  
Many years ago, about 2 months before a return trip to Vienna Austria to visit and see some friends, I had an incredibly vividl dream about one of my math professors. He was in a hospital bed, reaching out to me, saying something that to this day I still don't know..

Well fast-forward to my trip.. I was visiting with another teacher, and he mentioned out of the blue that the math professor had died of cancer a couple months back.

I had no idea he was even sick. I hadn't had any contact with anyone else who would have known either, which makes all that much more creepy.

I was floored. Had I been standing I probably would have fallen down.

It still gives me chills 20+ years later.
 
2008-10-31 10:57:59 AM  
Got married
 
2008-10-31 10:58:14 AM  

Hang On Voltaire: Dammit. I had a clever headline all ready to submit for this. Next year I will be super early


You'll have to submit your 'What are you going to be for Halloween' threads in early September to beat the rush.
 
2008-10-31 10:58:14 AM  
Google "Sleep Paralysis" and discover that the most horrifying moment of your life is totally common. Happens every time I combine two elements - a stuffy nose and getting cold.
 
2008-10-31 10:58:47 AM  
One time I got totally shiatfaced and had sex with this super hot chick. When I woke up in the morning, she was fat. BOOOOOOOOOO.
 
2008-10-31 10:58:48 AM  
The scariest thing in the world would be...

If they gave Sinbad another television show!

/not obscure, at least on Fark
 
2008-10-31 10:59:02 AM  
4chan

/thread
 
2008-10-31 10:59:28 AM  
My Halloween tradition here's links to the older threads!

2004 Thread

2005 Thread

2006 Thread

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2008-10-31 10:59:28 AM  
Oh look, I'm in a TFD thread!

*Waves hysterically*
 
2008-10-31 11:00:07 AM  
A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed.

The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to.

He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."

-Meh. I thought it was good
 
2008-10-31 11:00:35 AM  
farm2.static.flickr.com

Possibly one heartbeat away
 
2008-10-31 11:00:45 AM  
On a cold October night back in 1998, the most horrifying thing I have even experienced occurred. The woman I was on top of took a huge dump will I was farking her.

/not planned.
//nttawwt
///good times.
 
2008-10-31 11:00:56 AM  
I had a bad and very livid dream of a hurricane wiping out New Orleans and told my friend who was from franklin, LA about it...two days later Katrina formed.

/just weird as hell
//she now looks at me very cautiously
 
2008-10-31 11:00:56 AM  

Rapmaster2000: One time I got totally shiatfaced and had sex with this super hot chick. When I woke up in the morning, she was fat. BOOOOOOOOOO.


But her unannounced penis was ok?
 
2008-10-31 11:00:57 AM  
I requested an advanced ballot by mail
Received said ballot
Used a pen that bled through the ballot
Requested a second advanced ballot by mail
Received a god damn PROVISIONAL ballot

Currently trying to contact the Sec of State, Election office, etc.

After 2 years of all this bullshiat, the ads, the phone calls, the meaningless bickering with people. I may be robbed of my vote because of a god damn pen.
 
2008-10-31 11:01:20 AM  

Huskadoodle: Oh look, I'm in a TFD thread!

*Waves hysterically*


Fail
 
2008-10-31 11:01:42 AM  
 
2008-10-31 11:01:53 AM  
Closest I have. So my wife and bought the house we are in now a couple of years ago. The house is about 40 years old and the guy we bought it from was the only owner. His wife had died in the 70s and he had been a widower since then and his family had put him in a home and he died there. Anyway so we are moving in and I walk towards the master bedroom. The door to the master bedroom is on the N. with the bed facing W. I get to the door and right as I enter the room a small lamp on the bedside table (on the side of the bed closest to me) literally slid about four inches. My mouth dropped and I stared and the hairs on my arm stood up. I yelled my wife's name and I hear "I'm right here" from under the bed. My wife was on the other side of the bed underneath running an extension cord from the lamp that had moved to a plug. She looked at me and saw I had turned white.

/She still makes fun of me.
 
2008-10-31 11:01:55 AM  
I once drank a Natural Light Beer at a Halloween party. And here's the farking scariest part. After I finished it, I HAD ANOTHER!!!

/still scarred from the experience.
 
2008-10-31 11:03:47 AM  
...and then a black guy was elected President a few days later! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
 
2008-10-31 11:03:54 AM  
Pxtl: Google "Sleep Paralysis" and discover that the most horrifying moment of your life is totally common. Happens every time I combine two elements - a stuffy nose and getting cold.

Shhh, they will yell at you like they yelled at me for bringing that up.

/Used to get SP all the freaking time, learned to love it.
 
2008-10-31 11:04:22 AM  
I walked in on my parents having sex.

/what's a "pile-driver"?
 
2008-10-31 11:04:24 AM  

beefjerky: Fail


*middle finger*
 
2008-10-31 11:04:42 AM  
You wanna hear something really scary?

Once I met a person who attributed unexplained noises or events to "supernatural" or "paranormal" entities. This person believed that ghosts were real and that haunted houses existed, despite centuries of science and rational thinking. If something couldn't be explained immediately, it was obviously due to something from the "other world".

Pretty scary, huh...
 
2008-10-31 11:04:44 AM  
I go to Fark and see all kinds of Daily Kos links.
 
2008-10-31 11:04:55 AM  
i186.photobucket.com

Two heartbeats away (no matter who wins).
 
2008-10-31 11:05:13 AM  
I don't have a ghost story, but about ten years ago, I was coming home from a road trip and stopped at a small motel in Gallup, New Mexico. It was a little cheap drive-in motel like several I had stayed at the week before, but there was something about the room that just left me feeling completely uneasy. I felt like I was being watched every single second I was in the room. I went out to a movie and came back but didn't feel like I was alone. But something in that room felt...malicious. I tried to sleep in the room, but couldn't. I felt like I was going to be attacked, even though nobody was there.

I woke up in a panic at 3AM, threw my bag into the back of the car and sped out of Gallup as fast as I could. I've never been back since.
 
2008-10-31 11:05:22 AM  
My father passed away 3 years ago. I kept having dreams about him standing near my bed while I slept. One morning when I woke up, 2 pieces of his jewerly was on my stomach and one of his pressed suits in my closet was on my bedroom floor all wrinkled. I don't know how this happened as I live alone and have no pets. This creeped me out so bad, I moved out of the apartment the next month, losing my deposit. Haven't heard from 'Dad' since.
 
2008-10-31 11:05:25 AM  
i have sleep paralysis all the time. it sucks. but definitely not what was going on in the two stories i posted.
 
2008-10-31 11:05:38 AM  

Bondidude: The scariest thing in the world would be...

If they gave Sinbad another television show!

/not obscure, at least on Fark


Not as scary as McCain/Palin winning on Nov. 4th.
 
2008-10-31 11:05:52 AM  
One time, I saw these two hot chicks sharing a cup...
 
2008-10-31 11:06:08 AM  

gruxx: I walked in on my parents having sex.

/what's a "pile-driver"?


Kinda like a cleveland steamer without all the romance.
 
2008-10-31 11:07:47 AM  
I was playing hide and seek with my nieces at my Mom's. They were hiding under the bed, and I decide to try to sneak up on them and scare them. I was crouching down to go "boo!" when one of them slid a doll that they had found out from under the bed at me.

It was a doll that my mother had ever since she was a girl; it was supposed to be a Japanese girl, with long black (now disheveled) hair, and a now-cracked and chipped porcelain face, in a long white lacy dress.

The doll on its own is creepy, but to be suddenly confronted with it is like a combination of the Grudge and Child's Play. It scared the bejeezus out of me.
 
2008-10-31 11:08:22 AM  
Another story, this one from college in Duluth MN:

I traded leases with a friend (they were getting married and wanted to live alone and I just lost my roommate who moved away after graduation) I ended up in an old farm house they got a 2 bedroom apt. I had been to the house many before times to party, and heard the stories of how it might be haunted. - One of the first times my friends went there and in an otherwise empty attic they found an old painting of a married couple hidden away. And how they supposedly still live and haunt the house. - Anyways, one night well I was sleeping in my room, the one with the only access to the attic, I woke up and heard/saw two elderly figures looking at me and arguing. The man seemed to be angry and intense, the woman calm and peaceful. I can't really remember what he was saying or doing, other than it was aggressive. The woman though, clear as day remember hearing her try to calm him down saying, "He's ok, he isn't hurting us or anyone. Leave him alone." It still kind of freaks me out.

That was the only time I ever really saw or heard them.

/don't really believe in ghosts though that event does make me sometimes wonder.
 
2008-10-31 11:09:13 AM  
http://www.98kqfc.com/goout.asp?u=http://www2.fiberpipe.net/kqfc/boo2008/playa.a sp
 
2008-10-31 11:09:55 AM  
Remember: the "experts" on the supernatural insist that dogs and children have an innate ability to sense ghosts...why, don't know...but they say so.

We'd just moved into our house a couple weeks prior and I was tucking my 2-year-old into bed (laying down with her). While I was talking to her, my dog comes into the room and starts growling, hackles raised. I sit up and look at the dog: she's staring at a far corner of the room, where the walls meet the ceiling, and she's PISSED about something.

Then, my 2-year-old sits up, points at the same spot and makes a "Ooooooo!" sound, not of fear, but like "Cool!". Then, both track "whatever" across the wall and then...nothing. Like they could see a laser pointer that I couldn't. My daughter laid back down, and the dog left the room.

I'm an atheist with a subscription to the Skeptical Inquirer...but I'll tell ya, that gave me the willies.
 
2008-10-31 11:10:14 AM  
A friend told me to check out 4chan, very creepy.
 
2008-10-31 11:10:17 AM  

Huskadoodle: beefjerky: Fail

*middle finger*


.|.. ..|.

Right back at ya
 
2008-10-31 11:11:34 AM  
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....
 
2008-10-31 11:13:12 AM  
farm4.static.flickr.com
 
2008-10-31 11:13:22 AM  

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.
 
2008-10-31 11:14:11 AM  
Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air. In West Philadelphia I was born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, And said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air." I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, But I thought "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
 
2008-10-31 11:14:28 AM  
farm4.static.flickr.com
 
2008-10-31 11:14:37 AM  

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
 
2008-10-31 11:14:47 AM  

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....


If this story is a fabrication, well done.

If not... wow.
 
2008-10-31 11:15:02 AM  

nothingyet: I once drank a Natural Light Beer at a Halloween party. And here's the farking scariest part. After I finished it, I HAD ANOTHER!!!

/still scarred from the experience.


I drank Natty Light in college and never quit. I still drink it at home but my wife refuses to let me bring it to parties and such
 
2008-10-31 11:15:04 AM  

beefjerky: Right back at ya


*last word*
 
2008-10-31 11:15:14 AM  
s369.photobucket.com
 
2008-10-31 11:15:15 AM  

brewssuds: You wanna hear something really scary?

Once I met a person who attributed unexplained noises or events to "supernatural" or "paranormal" entities. This person believed that ghosts were real and that haunted houses existed, despite centuries of science and rational thinking. If something couldn't be explained immediately, it was obviously due to something from the "other world".

Pretty scary, huh...


www.fluxw.com
 
2008-10-31 11:15:27 AM  
farm4.static.flickr.com
 
2008-10-31 11:15:32 AM  
"We've only got one room left, but I doubt you'll want it."

"Why"?

"It's a dead zone. Can't get your calls, your precious emails. It's like you don't even exist."

"But I have the Verizon Network."

"You're good!"

"See? I'm good."

"Ok, ..the towels are kinda scratchy."
 
2008-10-31 11:15:57 AM  
i369.photobucket.com
 
2008-10-31 11:16:04 AM  
Unfreakable: I woke up in a panic at 3AM, threw my bag into the back of the car and sped out of Gallup as fast as I could. I've never been back since.

Not so Unfreakable now, huh? :)
 
2008-10-31 11:16:17 AM  
My girlfriend and I were in her creepy little apartment and were sitting in the living room. I had my back to the dining area, but my girlfriend was looking right at it. The farking chair at the kitchen table started moving backwards. I heard it, turned around, and saw it still moving. She saw the whole thing. We ran out of the apartment like a couple of teenage girls freaking out. It was one of the coolest/scariest things that has happened to either of us.
 
2008-10-31 11:16:20 AM  

Hot Carl To Go: Rapmaster2000: One time I got totally shiatfaced and had sex with this super hot chick. When I woke up in the morning, she was fat. BOOOOOOOOOO.

But her unannounced penis was ok?


Hey, I'm not a homophobe or anything.
 
2008-10-31 11:16:22 AM  

Lt. Cheese Weasel: "We've only got one room left, but I doubt you'll want it."

"Why"?

"It's a dead zone. Can't get your calls, your precious emails. It's like you don't even exist."

"But I have the Verizon Network."

"You're good!"

"See? I'm good."

"Ok, ..the towels are kinda scratchy."


HA! Is that an actual commercial?
 
2008-10-31 11:16:44 AM  

Huskadoodle: beefjerky: Right back at ya

*last word*


You can't has it, not yours. :-p
 
2008-10-31 11:16:53 AM  
img.photobucket.com
 
2008-10-31 11:17:21 AM  
I was alone in my house a couple of years ago, and I heard my deceased sisters voice say my name as if she was trying to get my attention. It was perfectly clear. She died 15 years ago, and I had forgotten exactly what her voice sounded like until that happened.
 
2008-10-31 11:17:37 AM  
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.
 
2008-10-31 11:17:37 AM  

bobgilbert: Not so Unfreakable now, huh? :)


UnfreakableExceptForThatOneTimeInGallupNewMexico just doesn't have the same ring to it.
 
2008-10-31 11:18:01 AM  
img135.imageshack.us
 
2008-10-31 11:18:14 AM  
If you are in Florida, there are 5000 Democrat lawyers on their way.

/Hide the good china.
 
2008-10-31 11:18:17 AM  

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.


That must have hurt!
 
2008-10-31 11:18:42 AM  

Unfreakable: I don't have a ghost story, but about ten years ago, I was coming home from a road trip and stopped at a small motel in Gallup, New Mexico. It was a little cheap drive-in motel like several I had stayed at the week before, but there was something about the room that just left me feeling completely uneasy. I felt like I was being watched every single second I was in the room. I went out to a movie and came back but didn't feel like I was alone. But something in that room felt...malicious. I tried to sleep in the room, but couldn't. I felt like I was going to be attacked, even though nobody was there.

I woke up in a panic at 3AM, threw my bag into the back of the car and sped out of Gallup as fast as I could. I've never been back since.


Wow you never would have made it growing up where I did. I grew up just north of Gallup on Highway 666.
 
2008-10-31 11:19:04 AM  
You are making out with your girlfriend when suddenly the phone rings. You pick up and ask, "Hello?" The voice on the other end says "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER??" You ask your girlfriend how her dad got the number, but your girlfriend says her father's been dead for three years. THEN WHO WAS ON THE PHONE?
 
2008-10-31 11:19:08 AM  
Was there ever a followup to the guy and the moving bibles?
 
2008-10-31 11:19:18 AM  

beefjerky: MayoBoy: LineNoise: I'll have to dig through the archive to find it, as I hate typing it up every year, but I basically laid drywall in a haunted house.

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

how do you hang a wood floor?

Fail


www.bobpitch.com

No reading comprehension for you.

2xFail
 
2008-10-31 11:19:37 AM  

JohDHJ:
If this story is a fabrication, well done.

If not... wow.


It isn't. There were around 80 people who saw the very same thing I did. My Dad still talks about it to this day. Some of the kids who were there had to go to counseling.
 
2008-10-31 11:19:50 AM  

strawbury78: She got to sleep with us for a long time after that.


That mean woman in the white dress was in my room telling me to do bad things.

*crosses fingers*
 
2008-10-31 11:20:15 AM  

Trixie_Belden: The other night I was home alone except for my mini schnauzer Max. I was doing some cleaning in the living room and turned to see Max in front of the cupboards in the kitchen sitting and shaking like something had just hurt him or scared the bejesus out of him. I picked him up and he tried to climb up over me. I brought him into the bedroom and set him on the bed. He ran to the head of the bed and hid behind the pillows,still shaking. This went on for about 20 minutes. Nothing I could do would stop his shaking. He would not go back in the living room the rest of the night. Was it a ghost that scared him? Who knows.


I have a dog story too.
I used to live in a town home and one night my dog was barking and growling at a corner of the wall. I grabbed him and calmed him down. Once I put him back down he would go back to that corner and do it all over again. It happened a few times. Then I decided to just go to my room. My dog can be stupid sometimes, but this was unusual
 
2008-10-31 11:20:46 AM  
I have lived in the same house all my life. It was built some time in the 1930s, and obviously had a few owners before my parents bought it. The original family -- a mother, father, and a child or two -- had one of the parents' fathers living with them. He was very old and not in good health. One day, not unexpectedly, he died in his sleep in what is now my family's guest bedroom. No sinister circumstances or anything, just a natural death.

When I was five, I walked from the kitchen into the dining room. It was very dark and I couldn't see much. As I was about to walk out of the dining room, I saw a whitish, shiny blob that resembled fog; it was maybe a little larger than me. I stood very still and watched it float for a moment, then disappear into a wall. The dining room is directly below the guest bedroom.

I had always been abnormally, severely afraid of supernatural things as a child, but this event made me feel calm and more curious than anything else. I haven't seen anything like it since, and no other such things have happened in my house, but both my mom and I think that the guest bedroom is pretty creepy at night. Bonus: she works from home, and has taken over the room as her office.

Not very exciting, but it's my story.

~ Fin ~
 
2008-10-31 11:21:02 AM  
the_rev UnfreakableExceptForThatOneTimeInGallupNewMexico just doesn't have the same ring to it.

And just like that he earned his new Farky title
 
2008-10-31 11:22:09 AM  
GOD F*CKING DAMMIT STOP POSTING SCARY PICTURES

You're making me shaky. :(
 
2008-10-31 11:22:15 AM  
President Palin.

Scares me.
 
2008-10-31 11:22:20 AM  

the_rev: strawbury78: She got to sleep with us for a long time after that.

That mean woman in the white dress was in my room telling me to do bad things.

*crosses fingers*


*turns down the covers, pats bed* Hop on in!
 
2008-10-31 11:22:21 AM  

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.


Move.
 
2008-10-31 11:22:47 AM  
When I was around 12 years old, my parents' house had an unfinished basement. The basement was always a scary place for me or my two younger sisters to go, because, well, basements are scary. Dad had a mounted elk head hanging from the wall in the basement that (probably at Mom's insistence) wasn't nice enough to hang upstairs in the living room.

When we were younger, the three of us had been a little scared of the deer, because it's this almost-alive-looking animal hanging on the wall in a scary basement. As the oldest, I had grown completely out of being afraid of it, but my two sisters were still a little hesitant to get too close to it. Being the brave one, trying to prove that there was nothing to be afraid of, I hopped up on a chair so I could be face-to-face with the thing. I stood there, grabbed its antlers, jostled it around, etc.

My sisters were in awe, and had stopped messing with it, but was still standing in the chair. All three of us were looking at the deer, and all of a sudden I could swear that I saw its nostrils flare. (I still very vividly remember seeing that to this day.)

I was old enough to no that I couldn't have just seen what I thought I saw. For a split second, I was trying to rationalize it. I bumped the deer? A shadow passed over it? A trick of the light? My imagination? But this attempt at rationalization was short-lived, because right after I saw the nostrils flare, both of my sisters screamed and bolted for the stairs. The immediate chain of events scared me enough enough that I hopped down from the chair and followed suit upstairs.

By the time I go to the top of the stairs, I had convinced myself that I had gotten startled and jumped, and that must have frightened my sisters. But when I got to the living room, both sisters were crying, telling Mom about how the deer's nostrils had flared. Keep in mind, the chain of events was too quick for me to have told them what I had also seen.

All three of us to this day remember the event clearly. What was it? A trick of the light? I actually told them I saw the nostrils flare, and they "invented" a memory of seeing the same thing? A ghost deciding to fark with three kids in the stupidest way possible? Who knows?
 
2008-10-31 11:23:33 AM  
the_rev

Dude, thanks! :)
 
2008-10-31 11:23:37 AM  
oh, in my current house weird stuff happens all the time. particularly after the hub started doing research on his family tree. i have all these figurines, etc on my dresser, and for a while, every two or three days i'd walk in and they'd all be turned to face the wall.

then one day i was home alone and i heard a knocking sound from the bedroom, and my pit bull, who NEVER goes into my bedroom unless i'm in there, went in and barked. i walked in thinking maybe something had fallen, but nothing was out of place. so i turned the light off (i remember doing this because the hub always b*tches that when i'm home i leave every light on" and went into the office to check my email. when i left the office to go back into the living room, my bedroom light was back on.
 
2008-10-31 11:23:37 AM  

deevo: You are making out with your girlfriend when suddenly the phone rings. You pick up and ask, "Hello?" The voice on the other end says "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER??" You ask your girlfriend how her dad got the number, but your girlfriend says her father's been dead for three years. THEN WHO WAS ON THE PHONE?


Her mom.
/too easy?
 
2008-10-31 11:24:30 AM  

strawbury78: Dude, thanks! :)


I couldn't stand to see it the other way.
 
2008-10-31 11:24:54 AM  
"If this won't stop the coughin', then NOTHING will!"
 
2008-10-31 11:25:14 AM  
This site has true experiences sent in by readers. Some are ok but others are awesome.
http://theshadowlands.net/ghost/experiences.htmlLink (new window)
 
2008-10-31 11:25:26 AM  
This happen when I was 6 or 7, can't remember the exact age since it been a long time ago but I remember the experience too well.

I was sharing a bed with my little sister and I was bothering/kicking her or something, and my mom slapped me up and told me to get on the floor next to the middle room door which was open. So I'm sitting there mad as hell and I look into the middle room.

The middle room door to the hallway was cracked open and I can see a faint light coming from the stairs. As my eyes adjust to the darkness I see this white floating thing at the door. I thought I was seeing things and closed my eyes but when I opened them it was still there.

I start calling my mom, who was in the bed right in front of me but she was knocked out cold. Whatever it was started slowing coming towards me. I start calling for my mom more and more but she still says nothing. The ghostthingwhatever was now like 6 feet from me and I am trembling in fear, but as it got closer I finally jumped up and literally jumped over my mom's bed into the other bed with my sister and jumped under the covers quivering in fear. I was so scared I fell asleep.

The next morning I wake up and my mom and sister is not there, downstairs in the kitchen or whatever. I still remember that like it was yesterday.
 
2008-10-31 11:25:32 AM  

JohDHJ:
Move.


There's lots of weird things to happen in this house. One of my friends will not come back to visit me anymore. We bought another house that is a fixer-upper. Got it dirt cheap.

I'm afraid I'll have future stories to tell, as it was once a funeral home...and there is a funeral home right next door to it now.
 
2008-10-31 11:25:56 AM  
This story really creeped me out:
Ted's Cave Story

/ not my story so no voting
 
2008-10-31 11:26:40 AM  
This one time I ran out of beer and weed before going to work. It sucked.
 
2008-10-31 11:26:44 AM  
The most creeped out I've ever been was almost two years ago. I was living alone at the time, just myself and a cat. This cat has been in the family for 16 years, and would sleep in my bed every night. When I went to bed she would either cut me off and jump on the bed before me, or be no more than a minute behind me. So one night I turn all the lights out and settle into bed. My eyes haven't adjusted yet and I can't see a thing. I've only been in bed about 30 seconds or so when I feel something impact the matress down by my feet. I call out to my cat and start patting the bed next to me so she will come close enough for me to pet her. She doesn't move, but I can still feel the weight of her pushing down on the matress. So I call her a couple more times, and she still doesn't move. Then I heard her meow, from the next room. My blood froze, hairs stood up, the works. I don't remember if it was 2 seconds or 2 minutes before I turned on the light, but when I did there was nothing there of course. I still remember holding my hand on the switch, looking towards the end of the bed. I just knew that when I turned on the light there was going to be some horrific monster staring at me.
 
2008-10-31 11:26:58 AM  

strawbury78: JohDHJ:
Move.

There's lots of weird things to happen in this house. One of my friends will not come back to visit me anymore. We bought another house that is a fixer-upper. Got it dirt cheap.

I'm afraid I'll have future stories to tell, as it was once a funeral home...and there is a funeral home right next door to it now.


I look forward to reading your stories next year, then. :)
 
2008-10-31 11:27:53 AM  
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2008-10-31 11:27:59 AM  

sheep_shagger: This story really creeped me out:
Ted's Cave Story

/ not my story so no voting


Oh, I think that got outed in a previous Fark thread as being a fake...
 
2008-10-31 11:28:15 AM  
Copied and pasted from my blog to prevent whoring or re-typing it all again. This happened in May of this year.

Ann thinks our room was haunted. The first night, she felt somebody tap her on the shoulder and when she woke up, she saw Anthony (our son) lying beside her dead asleep. No biggie; she figured he did it in his sleep and forgot about it.

The second night her back was facing the wall-and she claims she felt somebody (or something) rub her shoulder. Now that freaked her out and I do have to admit, I did hear assorted noises in the room-26162 at the Excalibur if you're keeping score-all night long.


BTW, Excalibur sucks.
 
Ni!
2008-10-31 11:28:18 AM  
I haven't seen ghosts, but I've heard warnings. Once with my first husband, we were...getting intimate, and I heard a voice like someone actually in the room with us, say "You are looking at the face of Aids." Very clearly. I don't need to tell you the end of THAT story...thank God for meds is all.

Also someone told me "Jen's pregnant" (Jen being my sister) right as she got a positive test about 40 miles away. I knew the baby wouldn't be healthy or there wouldn't need to be anyone telling me that. Her son has neurofibromatosis.

Also, I had a really strange dream about an aunt the night she died in a car accident, and for a while there I could tell you when someone famous was going to die within 48 hours or so. That stopped several years ago.
 
2008-10-31 11:28:22 AM  
The first house I ever lived in had a set of looooong basement steps. Well, it probably looked long to me because I was 7. But, my cousins and I would periodically play a little game where we'd dare each other to run into the basement while the lights were off, touch the far wall where a painting of an old man hung, and run back up. So one day, Cousin T and I (he was 8) are in the kitchen and he throws out the basement challenge.

A little background:
The painting of the old man on the wall was a large head portrait. I do not know if it was of a relative or just a random old black guy, but it always made us uneasy because the eyes would follow you around the basement.

So, I remember standing at the top of the basement stairs and looking down into the darkness and it looked like a soup. I had done it before but for some reason I was really dreading it this time but I wasn't going to let Cousin T call me a punk so I dive down the stairs and it PITCH black, except for the light coming from a small unpainted part of the window on the basement door. A little sliver of light came in and it lit up the left side of the painting. And as I ran towards the wall the only thing I could see was that old man's face. I touched the wall and here's where it got wierd. Running the other way, bak towards the steps it felt like somebody was holding me back. Almost like I was running into a semi-strong wind. I vividly remember feeling something pushing against me and when I looked back all I could see was half of that old man's face. So, I holler for Cousin T to turn the light on and he laughs and so I begin to scream it, knowing he would have to turn it on before my grandmother came downstairs to find out what the problem was. As SOON as the light came on it seemed like I was able to shoot out of the basement. It could all have been mental, but I have no doubt about what I felt.
 
2008-10-31 11:28:24 AM  
my x wife and i rented an apartment that was an old house converted into upper and lower apartment. the dining room had two outside walls that were solid galley style windows that swung in. We'd awaken cold 4 or 5 times a week to find one window open. all the windows had a very tight latch on them and would never open during the day nor could this window be rattled to loosen the lock/latch. After the window opened on us for about the 12th time i put a big heavy candle in front of the window and it did not open during the week i had it there. Within 2 days of moving the candle the window started opening again on its own. Our fridge would constantly adjust itself to a warmer setting and had to be fixed every 2 or 3 days, the control was not lose and repeated opening and closing of the door did not seem to make it move. The door between the kitchen and dining room was a galley style swinging door that would only catch and stay open when pushed into the kithen, not into the dining room. One day for some reason i pushed the door very lightly with one finger and it swung slowly and evenly into the dining room and held open. this was the one and only time it did this, and to open it into the dining room normally required pushing it all the way and holding it.

i had friends that lived upstairs and all had similar stories and were constantly seeing things out of their peripheral vision.

At another house i rented, that i know the original owner died in, i was laying in bed with the x and i could make out an outline of a lady's face in the reflection of the light cover on the ceiling. I asked her if she noticed anyting and she told me she saw a face in the cover. We'd often lay in bed at night talking and having spent a lot of time staring at that light cover, i'd never seen anything other than the trees outside reflecting off it. Other friends that rented the house after we did had stories, the best being one kid that had a drum set in the attic. while taking a break he heard the stairs squeek like someone was coming up them, but no one appeared at the top, a few seconds later his cymbol 'crashed' as he was sitting there.
 
2008-10-31 11:28:30 AM  

the_rev: strawbury78: Dude, thanks! :)

I couldn't stand to see it the other way.


:) I just noticed it was out last night. It was a bit lonely today. It's much appreciated
 
2008-10-31 11:28:39 AM  

Rapmaster2000: Hot Carl To Go: Rapmaster2000: One time I got totally shiatfaced and had sex with this super hot chick. When I woke up in the morning, she was fat. BOOOOOOOOOO.

But her unannounced penis was ok?

Hey, I'm not a homophobe or anything.


I am all about getting more bang for my bucks.
 
2008-10-31 11:28:56 AM  

JohDHJ: Oh, I think that got outed in a previous Fark thread as being a fake...


Of course, but it's still cool.
 
2008-10-31 11:29:41 AM  

Bondidude: The scariest thing in the world would be...

If they gave Sinbad another television show!

/not obscure, at least on Fark


LOL! I'd forgotten that line...

The scariest thing ever.. is if you went to reach for something.. and it WASN'T THERE...
 
2008-10-31 11:30:29 AM  

bobgilbert: And just like that he earned his new Farky title


I suppose it could be worse.
 
2008-10-31 11:31:16 AM  
The Loaf's Journal: October 31, Nineteen Eighty Two Thousand Eight

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

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

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

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

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

And then they'll egg my house.
 
2008-10-31 11:31:47 AM  

Hot Carl To Go: Rapmaster2000: Hot Carl To Go: Rapmaster2000: One time I got totally shiatfaced and had sex with this super hot chick. When I woke up in the morning, she was fat. BOOOOOOOOOO.

But her unannounced penis was ok?

Hey, I'm not a homophobe or anything.

I am all about getting more bang for my buckstts.



fixed
 
2008-10-31 11:32:21 AM  
Last year, I took my little brother on a guided ghost tour through Old Town Alexandria (Virginia). At one stop, our guide talked about three killers who were being held in a jail near our spot and who had apparently died of fear while listening to their gallows being built outside. 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.

. . . ok, not as cool as some of these stories. But it happened, and it freaked us both out.
 
2008-10-31 11:32:28 AM  

Snarky_Chique: Wow you never would have made it growing up where I did. I grew up just north of Gallup on Highway 666.


I've been a lot of places, but I've never, ever felt like I did there that night, before or since. A large part of it was where I was staying that night, but something about that town seemed not right.
 
2008-10-31 11:33:42 AM  
both of my brothers went to VMI and some of the stories i heard from them are really freaky. one of my brothers, who is a big tough, no BS kind of guy, captain in the army is now afraid of one main thing- buying a house that is haunted.
 
2008-10-31 11:34:02 AM  
When I was teaching English in China I was living in a converted hotel that was the school. I lived in a room on the 6th floor, and I was the only person who lived on that particular floor. I was walking down the hall to the laundry room when I heard a woman sobbing for about 3 seconds. It was a loud, three 'syllable' cry...booo-huuuu-huuuu. It was really loud and sounded like it was about 10 feet in front of me. Scared the hell out of me. I could have been hallucinating or whatever, I don't know what it was.
 
2008-10-31 11:34:02 AM  
Sleep Paralysis: The worse case I've had of that happened to me a few weeks ago. I was laying in bed one night and on the right of me is a walk in closet with no door. I heard some scratching noises ( at this point I think I was still dreaming ) and glanced to the closet, I focused on the noise for a bit to figure what it was. Just as I was about to turn on the light next to my nightstand something small,shadowy and blindingly fast came out of the closet and jumped on my face. At this point I was facing up and couldn't move. I could have sworn I felt the thing crawling all over me for a while until I broke out of it.

Yeah I didn't sleep much that night.

That wasn't quite as bad as the one dream I could have sworn was an attack by something. Being stuck in pitch black room that physically felt like the one I lived in as a child. I spent a very vivid couple of minutes or so being beaten by a group of people I couldn't see. The worst part was realizing it was a dream, but not being able to wake myself up.

/Being a lucid dreamer can suck sometimes.
 
2008-10-31 11:34:32 AM  
tedbundee

This one time I ran out of beer and weed before going to work


hullstudent.com
 
2008-10-31 11:34:34 AM  
When The Ring was in theaters, I made the mistake of going to see it with a few friends on Halloween night. We went to dinner first so we could see the 10:00PM showing. As it was a Thursday night, and I was a religious CSI viewer, I had to tape it.

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

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

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

I turn on the TV, after coming home from seeing THE farkING RING and see static, I nearly shiat myself, I turned off the TV, and didn't sleep right for a few days.
 
2008-10-31 11:35:46 AM  
In that dark and desperate year of 2008, Barack Obama won the election, and then suddenly revealed that the McCain team was right all along. Barack Obama admits that he's a socialist, Pelosi is a socialist, the entire congress is now filled with socialists, and that over the next four years, there is nothing anyone can do to stop them from destroying Capitalism, nationalizing every corporation, and that from this day forth this country shall be known as the United Socialist States of America...

/not saying this will happen if Obama wins
//just saying for all we know, it might
///would be very scary indeed
////da, comrade
 
2008-10-31 11:35:51 AM  
I thought I saw a UFO once. It really freaked me out, and I wasn't sure what to make of it. So I took a picture of it and posted it on this website. Lots of other people were baffled as well, and everyone was afraid of what our new alien overlords were going to do to us. I mean, anal probes are scary, yo.

Then someone took a closer look at the picture and let us all know that it was a just a streetlight.
 
2008-10-31 11:36:24 AM  

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

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

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

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

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


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 the computer lab was still open.
 
2008-10-31 11:36:25 AM  

Unfreakable: bobgilbert: And just like that he earned his new Farky title

I suppose it could be worse.


Haven't seen you in a while, dunno if you remember me but it's good to see names I recognize in here!
 
2008-10-31 11:37:15 AM  

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

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

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

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

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


I still haven't seen a movie yet that scared me like that one.
 
2008-10-31 11:38:23 AM  
I posted this yesterday in another thread, but what the hell. Yesterday wasn't Halloween so here it is again.

I grew up in an old farmhouse and one day I was by myself at home. I needed to get more firewood, so I go down to the walk-out basement that has 6 ft +/- wood beam ceilings. While I'm down there, I heard heavy booted footsteps right above me that sounded like they walked right through our kitchen and toward the basement door. I didn't wait, I took off running outside the walk-out part and ran around to the other side of the pond to look in the upstairs windows. I didn't see anything. It got really cold after awhile so I went back in the house. I never heard it or anything like it ever again.

I was maybe 13 or 14 years old and I knew (or maybe I didn't) every sound that old house could make. I never saw anything and I never did find out what I heard. The fact that the original owner had hung himself in our barn during the Great Depression didn't help put my mind at ease, though.

/the old rope tied around the roof beam was still there
//they only ever cut the noose part off when they cut him down
 
2008-10-31 11:38:24 AM  
I woke up one night completely frozen in my bed and completely rigid. My eyes worked and I could swivel them around but I couldn't move or yell (just like a terrible dream). I saw what I thought was an orb of dim light move across my room and as it came nearer I finally was able to move and scream... which I did like a schoolgirl in a blood-curdling fashion. I was like 15-16yrs. old at the time and still at home, my parents came running in and we were all totally freaked out and I tried to explain it all but was a mess. I kinda always carried it with me and it slightly bothered me and weirded me out.

In college by total accident I came across an account exactly like mine, and it was attributed to "Sleep Paralysis." Where you are woken from deep REM sleep but not completely awake. Many claim to sense a presence and it is generally given evil or ominous attributes. The orb is actually common because it has to do with nerves firing. I finally laid it to rest and while it was completely one of the scariest experiences of my life I'm glad it had a rational explanation.

/Oh, and one other time I woke up next to a friends mother in bed naked, both of us, in their house and she was a fairly hefty woman. That one had no rational explanation and now takes the #1 creepy spot in my book.
 
2008-10-31 11:39:26 AM  
Ten years ago, my grandmother passed away. She had been diagnosed with lung cancer, and it progressed rapidly and spread throughout her body within months. My parents had gone down to visit her (I was in h.s. at the time and could not get out of my summer job). They were halfway back from the visit when they got a call from my grandfather saying that she had slipped into unconsciousness, and could they please come back. They called me and asked if I wanted them to come get me, and I told them no - that they should go back ASAP, but to call me with updates. I ended up curling up in bed, listening to a new CD (Shania Twain to be exact... I was young and impressionable, so don't hold it against me), and all of a sudden it started to skip. About a minute or two after it stopped skipping, my mother called to tell me that my grandmother had passed away. CD never skipped again.

Along the same lines, my aunt passed away from breast cancer in 2001. After the funeral, my family and I had gone back to my grandfather's house to get ready for some her friends to come by. I was sitting in the breezeway with no one else around and all doors closed, when the windchime hanging along one of the walls started to swing around and chime like crazy. There was no breeze, no gust of air from outside - nothing, and no one. I felt a comforting feeling around me, and I asked aloud if it was my aunt - the chimes started swinging again, and finally stopped.

Not scary - but those instances def. made me believe that there could be life after death - and strong bonds and love being able to cross all kinds of barriers.
 
2008-10-31 11:39:50 AM  
Once, I was alone in a room, and I smelled a fart that wasn't mine.
 
2008-10-31 11:40:13 AM  
 
2008-10-31 11:41:35 AM  

rainstorm: Oh, and one other time I woke up next to a friends mother in bed naked, both of us, in their house and she was a fairly hefty woman. That one had no rational explanation and now takes the #1 creepy spot in my book.


Explanation: Booze.
 
2008-10-31 11:42:15 AM  

Usurper4: Remember: the "experts" on the supernatural insist that dogs and children have an innate ability to sense ghosts...why, don't know...but they say so.


I have seen my cats inexplicably go apeshiat over nothing - doing the same type of thing - fixating on a spot on the wall or ceiling when there is nothing there. This happens maybe once or twice a year.
 
2008-10-31 11:43:15 AM  
The world's shortest ghost story:

The last man on earth is sitting in his room. Suddenly, he hears a knock at the door.
 
2008-10-31 11:43:49 AM  
My parents think their house is haunted. My mother tells me this story where one day, she was in the kitchen cooking and my much younger brother was in the living room when she hears the piano being played. Thinking it was my brother, she comes into the living room to see my brother clear across the room staring at the piano and the cat hissing at it. My brother sweared it wasn't him, and the piano played itself.

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

So now my whole family thinks the house is haunted, though my mother figures that if all the ghost is doing is playing the piano, it's all right. Me, heh, not too inclined to believe in ghosts, so I don't know what to think.
 
2008-10-31 11:43:55 AM  

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.


It's the hordes of women wanting to mate with him.
 
2008-10-31 11:45:11 AM  

someonelse: The world's shortest ghost story:

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


Wouldn't every room be his room?
 
2008-10-31 11:45:31 AM  
Sleep paralyisis IS extremely scary, I get it every once in a while. You see and hear things that aren't there and have just an increadible sense of fear - but you can't move.
 
2008-10-31 11:45:40 AM  

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Excellent movie.
 
2008-10-31 11:48:39 AM  

MayoBoy: someonelse: The world's shortest ghost story:

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

Wouldn't every room be his room?


I was thinking, good news, it has to be a chick knocking.
 
2008-10-31 11:49:04 AM  

nopokerface: MayoBoy: someonelse: The world's shortest ghost story:

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

Wouldn't every room be his room?

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


Great minds think alike :)
 
2008-10-31 11:49:37 AM  

beefjerky: MayoBoy: LineNoise: I'll have to dig through the archive to find it, as I hate typing it up every year, but I basically laid drywall in a haunted house.

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

how do you hang a wood floor?

Fail


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

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

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

Pxtl: Sleep Paralysis


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A cute baby. (new window)

A future scream queen. (new window)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

/too much typing
 
2008-10-31 12:00:09 PM  
My pal used to put on big overalls stuffed with straw and put a pumpkin on his head. He slumped down on a bench on his front porch, looked just like a scarecrow. He'd have the bowl of candy in his lap so the kids could reach in and grab their treats. When they reached in he'd grab them by the wrist and lurch at them. I've never seen anything funnier, little kids screaming their lungs out and sprinting down the block. Sadly his wife made him stop when one kid vaulted the porch rail and landed in the bushes, crying his eyes out.
 
2008-10-31 12:00:19 PM  

tehrza: Now this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air. In West Philadelphia I was born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin' trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, And said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in bel Air." I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cat was rare, But I thought "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell ya later." Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.


god damn you...
 
2008-10-31 12:00:28 PM  

bobgilbert: Haven't seen you in a while, dunno if you remember me but it's good to see names I recognize in here!


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

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

I miss the house. It got sold and we had to move. The new owners gutted it and rebuilt the inside. I just wonder if the "cat" is still there.
 
2008-10-31 12:01:06 PM  

Hardy-r-r: Got stinkimg drunk one night and picked up a real BEAST for a one night stand.
I was living with 3 other guys at the time and next morning had to get her out of the house before anyone else woke up.

Still cringe to this day. God she was scary.


Same story here but I did NOT get her out of my apartment before my roommate saw her. Still catch shiat for that one.
 
2008-10-31 12:01:39 PM  
Here is a nicee animated gif from "The Ring" for anyone interested (Too big to post here)
 
2008-10-31 12:03:13 PM  

indenture: When my brother was 3 and a half he woke up one night, screaming. Said he woke up and a man was sitting on his bed. He wasn't afraid, but then the man disappeared into thin air.

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

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


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

I've heard some similar stories from other people, only they usually are immediately waking when they have instances of sleep paralysis, and it's not usually this vivid and prolonged. I do have scientific training, and I tend to be very skeptical about things and general, but I can't deny what I saw with my own eyes. I am as certain that I was fully awake at that moment as I am certain of anything in my life. While I am not making any judgments, and still allow for the fact that it was some kind of unusually prolonged sleep paralysis, I still have no idea what I saw that night.
 
2008-10-31 12:04:04 PM  

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

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

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

Ask the piano player if he knows any Chopin?


That would be even creepier. I probably should note that 'playing the piano' was more like 'hitting some keys on a really out of tune piano', but 'playing the piano' sounded better.
 
2008-10-31 12:05:11 PM  

Cuckoo: After a few minutes, the whispering sounds stopped and I opened the door just a crack and peeked through; nothing there. (This type of hallucination (the doorbell ringing) happened a LOT during that week; to this day when I hear a doorbell ringing in a movie, on TV, or in real life I feel anxious.)


Ah yes, medication bells. Always fun.

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

Pxtl: Google "Sleep Paralysis" and discover that the most horrifying moment of your life is totally common. Happens every time I combine two elements - a stuffy nose and getting cold.


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

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

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

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

Needless to say, he flipped the f*ck out. Later he discovered that the static was produced by the TV channel cutting off, and that another of our friends was playing a cruel prank on him with the phone call; the static was an unfortunate, concurrent coincidence.
 
2008-10-31 12:06:45 PM  
When we were living in a different country, when I was eight years old, my mum told me that she had dreamt about her uncle. Six days later, the letter arrived to tell her he had died. She was not a nutcase, but she remained convinced that her uncle had come to say goodbye...they had had a family bond, and this was the outcome.
 
2008-10-31 12:06:58 PM  

downtownkid: My pal used to put on big overalls stuffed with straw and put a pumpkin on his head. He slumped down on a bench on his front porch, looked just like a scarecrow. He'd have the bowl of candy in his lap so the kids could reach in and grab their treats. When they reached in he'd grab them by the wrist and lurch at them. I've never seen anything funnier, little kids screaming their lungs out and sprinting down the block. Sadly his wife made him stop when one kid vaulted the porch rail and landed in the bushes, crying his eyes out.


Tell your friend to watch this (Not a RickRoll)
 
2008-10-31 12:08:37 PM  

The Loaf: The Loaf's Journal: October 31, Nineteen Eighty Two Thousand Eight

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

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

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

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

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

And then they'll egg my house.


Win
 
2008-10-31 12:08:58 PM  

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then I felt something brush against my feet.

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

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

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


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

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

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

That's when the knocking started again...

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

/shudder
 
2008-10-31 12:11:04 PM  

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

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

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

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

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

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

/good times.


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

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

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

5,000 Obama lawyers head to Florida.

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

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

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

This was years ago.

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

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

Does anybody have a clue what happened to me?
 
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  
i6.photobucket.com
 
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.