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2008-10-31 07:07:08 PM  
meat0918: Oh, and another time in High School, I woke up really tired after a dreamless night of sleep and my tongue and mouth was black, like dried blood black. No blood on the pillow, or drooled down my cheek. Just blackish blood all in my mouth

Pepto Bismol
 
2008-10-31 07:20:24 PM  
Great stories, keep em coming. For the insatiable, there's always this site.
 
2008-10-31 07:21:05 PM  
my dog Lua does not bark often. from time to time, when she sees another dog,l she will yelp, but that's about it.

I have 'hags' or sleep paralysis quite often. it happens so frequently that now i can feel them come on and logically 'think' my way through them.

just after i moved into my house, i was in the basement, sleeping on the couch on my back in front of the television. Lua had decided to be particularly snuggly that day, so she jumped up on my chest, snuggled her nose in my neck and began to sleep.

i heard it first. a loud, wet, thick snuffling sound at the top of the stairs. i knew i was "hagging" --- i couldn't move. I tried to rationalize what i was hearing. "it's just a hallucination because your brain is asleep" i told myself.

The snuffling got louder, and became the sound of thick, heavy panting. slowly, heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs. I knew two things:

1. this was a giant, beast of a dog

2. It was going to rip out my throat and i couldn't move.

i heard the step getting closer and closer. i could hear its breathing. i could smell the sour dirty dog smell. i could feel its presence coming from behind the couch. it was moving around the back of the couch towards me. i tried to scream, i tried to wake myself up, to move, do do something.

i opened my eyes a crack, still paralysed. i could make out a large balck smudge in my periphery. this was it.

then, Lua, asleep on my chest began to kick and twitch and bark and howl and make an enormous dog racket. It lasted about 15 seconds --- enough to wake me up properly. i watched her for a minute or two afterwards --- she was still asleep in that dog-inside-lid-closed but-eyelids-half-open sort of way.

i'm not sure how to explain this, other than coincidence. but she's not barked in her sleep before this or after. . .
 
2008-10-31 07:28:20 PM  
LordBollocks: Happy Halloween !!!

I have never seen anything which could not be rationally explained. Despite deliberately staying in "haunted" farmhouses and hotels here in England, and going on a fair few ghost tours. Just for once I would like to see something that shows me there's more out there than what we currently know. You Farkers with real ghost stories are lucky.


dude, that pic... what the fark!!!
 
2008-10-31 07:44:44 PM  
After reading this entire thread I really feel bad for people that suffer from sleep paralysis. I know it happens to my dad infrequently and it happened to me a few times as a kid (not in the last 10-15 years I'd guess). That shiat sounds terrifying, really.

Overall, excellent stories.
 
2008-10-31 07:45:27 PM  
xpennyroyaltyx: my dog Lua does not bark often. from time to time, when she sees another dog,l she will yelp, but that's about it.

I have 'hags' or sleep paralysis quite often. it happens so frequently that now i can feel them come on and logically 'think' my way through them.

just after i moved into my house, i was in the basement, sleeping on the couch on my back in front of the television. Lua had decided to be particularly snuggly that day, so she jumped up on my chest, snuggled her nose in my neck and began to sleep.

i heard it first. a loud, wet, thick snuffling sound at the top of the stairs. i knew i was "hagging" --- i couldn't move. I tried to rationalize what i was hearing. "it's just a hallucination because your brain is asleep" i told myself.

The snuffling got louder, and became the sound of thick, heavy panting. slowly, heavy footsteps sounded on the stairs. I knew two things:

1. this was a giant, beast of a dog

2. It was going to rip out my throat and i couldn't move.

i heard the step getting closer and closer. i could hear its breathing. i could smell the sour dirty dog smell. i could feel its presence coming from behind the couch. it was moving around the back of the couch towards me. i tried to scream, i tried to wake myself up, to move, do do something.

i opened my eyes a crack, still paralysed. i could make out a large balck smudge in my periphery. this was it.

then, Lua, asleep on my chest began to kick and twitch and bark and howl and make an enormous dog racket. It lasted about 15 seconds --- enough to wake me up properly. i watched her for a minute or two afterwards --- she was still asleep in that dog-inside-lid-closed but-eyelids-half-open sort of way.

i'm not sure how to explain this, other than coincidence. but she's not barked in her sleep before this or after. . .


Is your dog named after a scripting language, or am I just that much of a geek?

//It's the end of the day, very bored.
 
2008-10-31 07:48:53 PM  
meat0918: Is your dog named after a scripting language, or am I just that much of a geek?

Ha! no, actually she's named after the 'Last Universal Ancestor', an evolutionary term. so i guess that makes us both pretty geeky ;)
 
2008-10-31 07:53:15 PM  
echo5juliet: I was driving a shortcut from Twentynine Palms, CA to Albuquerque, NM. Twentynine Palms is located in the desolate high desert east of LA. The shortcut was all two lane road through total nothingness, except for passing through Amboy, CA. Amboy is a nearly abandoned town nearly as far below sea level as Death Valley, with a dormant volcano and lava field on one side and a salt flat on the other. It was also, at the time, a hotspot for satanic group activity.

So I was driving by myself in the afternoon. I stopped in Amboy and snapped a picture of the city sign, just to prove I was there to friends who dared me to take that route to I-40. I got back in my car and proceeded to drive up into the mountain range between Amboy and I-40.

Once I reach the top I am driving north through a canyon with high grass on both sides of the road. Up ahead I see some stuff in the middle of the road. As I approach I slow down to see a red Pontiac Fiero stopped sideways across both lanes, a suitcase open with clothes scattered everywhere and two bodies laying face down in the road, a man and a woman.

I stop a hundred feet or so away and the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. Being a Marine, I reach under the seat and pull out a 9mm pistol and chamber a round. Something seemed very wrong, it looked too perfect as if it were staged. An ambush? Was I being paranoid? Something was just wrong. Getting out of the car seemed unthinkable, it was the horror movie move.

As I scanned the road I saw a line I could drive. Pass the guy in the road on his left, swerve to the right side of the woman, behind the Fiero and I'd be on the other side. I dropped it into first gear, punched it and drove the line I planned.

I passed the back of the Fierro without hitting it or either of the bodies in the road. I continued forward a couple hundred feet and slowed down so I could breathe and let my heart slow down. As I looked up into the rearview mirror I saw that the two bodies had gotten up to their knees and twenty or so people emerged from the tall grass on either side of the road by the car and bodies.

At that moment my right foot smashed the gas pedal to the floor and did not let up until I had to slowdown for the I-40 east onramp.

I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.

I have driven many long trips myself and...holy shiat. Just...damn. This has got to be the freakiest farking thing I've read tonight. Jesus.
 
2008-10-31 07:59:56 PM  
When I was very young -- I think I could walk at the time, but I don't recall communicating with anyone. I recall seeing a lot of faces and being confused, puzzled at different things that I would come in contact with. Many of these things would become apparent to me later. I see images of my sister, brothers, parents, but there are things I saw that still do not make any sense.

My older brother is severely autistic, and he use to own the room that would become mine when I was born. This room was very unsettling to me, it was painted in this nasty green colour, was very empty and at night the trees blowing in the wind would cause images of shadows on the walls because there were no curtains and the neighbour had a floodlight that was activated by movements.

The floodlight would go on and off at different intervals through the night, each time creating the same image of outstretched tree branches waving in the wind. The room was pitch black otherwise during the night.

One night the light was activated during the night, and I could hear rustling in the back behind my window, I was terribly frightened and felt alone. I couldn't wait until the lights went off, and the sound went away, then I heard a loud whistling of wind: the lights went off, the sound stopped. My room was dark, but sketched onto the wall were illuminated faces that I distinctly remember. Some were very childish looking and simple. Big white lips and white eyes peering down at me, smiling, and what I looked like the outline of bodies that could only be made out by the light that the faces were giving off.

I closed my eyes and just laid there, too afraid to move.

This is were my memory of this event ends. I'm wondering if this was a simple product of a childish imagination, and through the years I stopped telling this story, I've convinced myself that it wasn't real, but the faces have never left my memory.
 
2008-10-31 08:09:25 PM  
Hope I'm not too late but here's my own 2 horror stories-

Last March of 2007 I drove from Maryland to Tennessee straight. It was around the border of Virginia and North Carolina, sometime near 2 am when I REALLY had to pee. It was unreal. I knew the nearest town was a while away and since I was on a back hwy at the time I decided to take my chancs at a rest stop.

I pulled in and of COURSE it was the darkest ass place you can imagine. I circled the lot and there were no other cars. So I pulled up next to the restrooms and walked briskly to the ladies side. At the entry there was a brick wall patterned with bricks missing. I glance over and there was a man. Looking at me.

I lost all urge to pee, screamed and ran into my car sweating bullets the whole time. I probaly scared him more but I'll be damned to use a rest stop at 2 am with a man where there was no other cars parked.

SECOND STORY-

Back in 1999 my parents were seperated and my brothers and I went to visit my dad for holiday. Being the rambuncious bunch we were we wanted to camp out in the yard since it's like next to the beach. Soo we got tents and set em up and had a blast being fools with the flashlight stories and such.

Eventually we turned off everything and were ready to go to sleep. My brother and I heard noises in the bushes outside the chain fence. We kidded about it being "the boogieman". Then we locked eyes realizing this was a heavy noise, not a animal one. We kinda held our breath to hear it better. Then we peeped out the front of the tent and became convinced we saw a shadow. If anything we definetly felt a presence there.

We all ran back into the house and woke my dad who said it was animals. We were still scared so we pulled the tents up onto the porch which was screened in.

After we left my dad's place, two weeks later he was robbed, and the house was burned down among other things. Yup, someone was staking out the house while we were visiting him. It chills me even now to what might have happened.

Maybe not supernatural but it's the damn scariest I have.
 
2008-10-31 08:20:31 PM  
I sometimes feel that my dead dog Bethany is by my bed wanting to jump up and snuggle before going to sleep with my arm over her. When this happens, I always say "comon baby" like I used to, lift my arm up, and let her jump up. Doesn't really bother me. She was a great dog.
 
2008-10-31 08:23:16 PM  
A couple years ago my best friend and i went to Greece together. Both our families are from there, and we had planned this trip for years. Hes kind of a weird kid, but really cool once you get to know him. He says some odd stuff at the worst times. Some girls think hes creepy. A few times he told me about how he saw an evil "being" in his house. He said it would sit at the end of his bed and laugh at him. I just kind of brushed this off as another one of his weird stories.

Anyways, while in Greece together we got rented a 2 bed room at an old mans house in the port city of Nafplio. We crashed early the first night there because we were out sight seeing all day. In the middle of the night i woke up and noticed someone sitting on the end of the other bed. I thought it was friend so i leaned up and asked if he was going out. No answer. I then realized my friend was sleeping. And the figure sitting on the bed was all black. I couldnt make out a face or anything. It just sat there staring at me. It motioned back and forth, as if it was nervous or excited about something. After a few minutes of a staring contest i just flopped back to bed and passed out again. I dont know why i didnt panic. I get scared of ghosts and shiat so i would think that seeing this would send me out the farking door, but it didnt. I woke up the next morning and mentioned it to my friend. He just kind of accepted it like it was no big deal. Poor guy must be haunted by that farking thing. Whatever it is.We havent shared a room since.
 
2008-10-31 08:33:12 PM  
LineNoise

Fark.... That would freak me out too. Well written memory, might I add. Overall, quite believable, I'm just sitting here in the dark waiting for the first of the chillins to approach my door. ;)
 
2008-10-31 08:41:08 PM  
sivmac239: not a scary story really but a creepy pic.

My sister recently bought a 100 year old house and the original owners apparently had their child's images imprinted onto a tile in the entry way.

Oh and yes, the eyes do follow you wherever you go.


Dear lord. If I bought a house with that in it I would burn the house down and rebuild on the land.
 
2008-10-31 08:42:12 PM  
About ten years ago my then girlfriend went away for the weekend so for the first time in a long time I as going to sleep in a place without anyone it. And I hate sleeping in a house by myself.

That first night I went to bed but couldn't fall asleep. Old tenement house - lots of creaking noises. So I finally said to myself, ok admit it you're a big chicken. I got up, went to the kitchen and turned the dimmer switch on the wall all the way so that the kitchen light was now on.

I went back to the bedroom and lay down on the bed. The door was open and the hallway was now lit by the kitchen light. Good, now I can get to sleep.

I closed my eyes and start drifting off to sleep when a bright flash like a flashbulb goes off in my head. I pop my eyes open.

The house is now dark. No kitchen light. Dark.

Feeling panicky, I get up, ready for some kind of confrontation. Someone's in the house and they've turned off the kitchen light. I go to the kitchen and no one's there. The back door is still locked. I go the front and the front door is still locked.

I go back to the kitchen and look at the floor thinking maybe something fell from the ceiling and turned the dial on the wall making the light go off. Nope. Nothing there. I turned the dial back on.

I went around the house and turned every single light on. It still took me a few hours to fall asleep.
 
2008-10-31 09:21:02 PM  
My house has always been haunted. We have seen many people walk by the windows, heard voices and footsteps upstairs, hear people calling our name, hear people hollering for HELP! and had many experiences with lights coming on/off and doors, chairs, toys, clothing moving on their own.
The newest thing happened on July 4th. We had all the family in and decided to do a ghost hunt with digital recorders and cameras. My brother was in an upstairs bedroom and on the recorder you can here him tell his wife that something just grabbed his shoulders, a wierd deep voice was heard upon reviewing the tape at that moment saying "Come with me" very clearly.
The house is built ona civil war battle field and the house was owned for decades by L&N railroad as a halfway stop for conductors. More than one conductor died there, around fifty civil war soldiers and two previous owners. They have never been mean to us or harmed anybody and we have coexisted in the house for 28 years.

ps. every word of this is true and I could have added a lot of more experiences- If anyone wants a copy of the EVP send me an e-mail
 
2008-10-31 09:23:39 PM  
When I was a kid I had a dog.

The dog slept at the foot of my parents bed, but dad got up early to go to work.
Too early to suit the dog!
So, sometimes I would hear...
Thumpa-thumpa-thumpa
As the dog came upstairs to my bedroom
Tac-tac-tac-tac
Toenails on the linoleum of my bedroom
and
Ba-dump!
as the dog jumped onto the foot of my bed to sleep until I got up.

Years pass.

So does the dog.

But...

Every once in a while I would hear...
Thumpa-thumpa-thumpa
then
Tac-tac-tac-tac
(Despite the fact my bedroom now has wall-to-wall carpeting!)
and then
Ba-dump!
And I would feel a weight at the foot of the bed!

I had the Instamatic in my hand but didn't have the nerve to
photograph anything.

(When I posted this story years ago I was told this sort of haunting is common.)
 
2008-10-31 09:41:54 PM  
late to the party: 1977, I was hitching back from Beaver Falls, Pa. {school friends} to Lakeville, Ct. {home} with my dog Jessie. We were let out south of Stroudsberg ,Pa. and had to walk all the way through town to be able to hitch north. It's was a long hot walk. Just north of town we started hitching again to no avail.I'm not sure how far we walked, probably about an hour or so and I was getting tired. I had a full pack:food, clothes, sleeping bag, etc and decided to rest for the night.I also used to talk to my dog all the time and she was extremely obedient .We were walking past an old graveyard and I said to Jessie " Think they'd mind if we crashed there tonight?" when i looked down she was in the middle of the road , hackles raised, low woof/ growl looking down at the cemetery. I called her out of the road but she wouldn't come. stern voice " HEEL!" no go. I looked down into the cemetery and I swear there was a ghost leaning on the gate watching us walk by. The cemetery was about 60 feet from the road,low light but not dark.I faced straight ahead ,quickened my pace and watched Jessie looking back.About 100 ft farther she comes back to my right inside heel ,looks back , woofs, wags her tail and on we went.I set up camp a mile further, in the dark and slept pretty good too. True Story
 
2008-10-31 09:45:21 PM  
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2008-10-31 09:48:19 PM  
I have a few stories I can share in this thread This first one happened a few weeks ago. It's not scary so much as weird.

On campus, there is a building which was probably built when the school was founded in the 20's. It has a theatre on the first floor which was originally for silent films and a very nice marble staircase with a carved wooden banister leading up to the second floor. Other than the theatre, which is now named after two local period silent movie stars and plays foreign films, the building has been converted into classrooms, with the second and third stories being devoted to the geography department. It's a beautiful building in some places, ugly as fark in others.

I had just gotten out of class in the middle of the afternoon and was standing in the hall, looking at a comic posted on a board near the marble staircase when I heard very distinct, heavy-footed steps go past me and the staircase down the hallway just a few feet behind me. I looked for whoever it was just after they passed and saw nobody. Now, this building is set to be gutted and renovated soon, so nothing's been done to help it for several decades. The floors creak hollowly, the ceilings are so high and the walls have such large windows that electric lighting is practically unneeded in several areas. There is no way the steps could have been on the storey above or below, the doors to the staircases at the end of the halls are very heavy and loud when moved, and there were no other open doors for someone to go in; in retrospect, it seemed as though the steps had not even gone far enough down the hall to reach a door. It didn't creep me out so much as pique my interest.

A year or so ago, I was on a ghost-hunting investigation with a local group at an old early-19th-century settlement village; the historical society had taken a number of original buildings and put them all on one property, including a store/jail, schoolhouse, log cabin, and the barn and (slightly newer) farmhouse already on that property. It was my team's turn to go into the barn. The first time I walked in, I suddenly felt an enormous pressure on my chest--almost what I'd imagine a heart attack would feel like. I became lightheaded, dizzy, had trouble breathing, and with a heavy sensation in my chest. Thinking it was just nerves (although I had not felt nerves the entire night), I walked outside again... and felt perfectly fine. Walked back in seconds later, felt nothing, and proceeded with the investigation (this is the same place where the picture of the buggy-toting brachiosaurus came from).

I told a team member about it, wrote down the details, and forgot about it for the rest of the time we were in there. When we emerged, I told the rest of our group about it, and was told that another girl that same night had gone in the same entrance and felt the exact same thing. She had been so frightened, however, that she had run out and refused to go back in. I didn't get to speak to her, but I wonder what could have caused that in both of us like that.

/end Tolstoy
 
2008-10-31 10:00:30 PM  
Here's a weird/scary story of how my house tried to kill my friend Chris.
We were installing new wiring to replace the "knob and tube" that was in use (the stuff was not even original, the house was 1900's vintage) After we ripped out the old wiring we began to feel an extremely curious presence watching us. It seemed fascinated by anything we were doing. Anyway I was installing the fart fan for the bathroom when my friend asked me to turn off breakers while he held the AC tester to the cable he wanted to cut. I decided to cheat and just turn off the master breaker then go back to my business. The cable tested clean for power. A few seconds later I heard a *CRACK THUD* and then my friend said "fark, I TOLD YOU TO TURN OFF THE BREAKERS ASSHOLE!" I informed him they were off and we checked, indeed the master breaker was off. So I took an AC tester to the wire, which turned out to be dead. Yet it had enough juice to gouge a dime sized hole in my friend's wirecutters.
 
2008-10-31 10:11:46 PM  
Can'tLetYouDoThatStarFox: 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.

Jaysus, you have just described exactly what happened to me when I was about 8 or 9 years old. I have been reading all these stories, and wondering if I should post mine, when I came to this one of yours that matches mine, almost exactly. The only difference is, I saw the eyes at the foot of my bed, it was the middle of the night, and I screamed for my Mum. I distinctly remember seeing the eyes not just disappear, but kind of slide away then vanish, as if whatever it was had turned away and then disappeared. My mum just told me I was dreaming, but I knew I wasn't. It was horribly real to me, and my sister who was in the same room in her bed across from mine, insisted Mum get us a nightlight.

Story number 2, while I'm at it...

Was driving from work to a TV show audition, and got stuck in traffic. I had to be there by 6pm, as after that, they were closing off the area and nobody else would be admitted. I was a bit stressed, then thought "Ah, bugger it, why am I bothering? I'll just turn the truck around and go home". I was actually just putting on the turn signal to turn into a side street, when as plain as day, I heard a female voice say "If you don't go, you won't win the door prize".

Now, I've had a few incidents of being 'spoken to' by someone/thing, and I'm not frightened by it, so I shrugged, and turned back onto the main road. Got to the studio at like two minutes to 6, and there were four people waiting just outside the door having a last cigarette. I said "After you" and they said, "nah, you go, we'll be in in a second", so I went in. Got given a ticket at the door entrance, and yep, you guessed it, at the conclusion of the audition, the exec picked a number from the door tickets, and I won it. $500 voucher. I was amazed, stunned, slightly awed, and so thankful. As I walked back to my truck, I remember saying "Thanks, Grandma!"

I've also had a couple of similar 'voice' things happen - one time it was again, clear as a bell, a female voice saying "Slow down" as I was driving home from work. I did, and just missed getting cleaned up by a driver running a traffic light that must have been red by quite some time. Another time, it was just the voice that said "Sharon", and I was instantly on the alert, but nothing happened. I was being really careful driving, but nothing horrible happened. This voice is as loud as a normal person's speaking voice, and I still think for some reason that it's my Dad's mother, my Grandmother. Don't know why, I just have that 'recognition' of the voice.

Trust your intuition, and any assistance you are given by the Universe, in whatever form it takes for you personally.
 
2008-10-31 10:13:45 PM  
When I was little I swear I saw a big red hand sticking up from the left side of the bed. It was probably a dream but still refuse to sleep with any extremity hanging over the side of my bed. Took me forever to just be able to sleep on the left side.

A few months ago I woke up around four a.m. Went to the kitchen to get a drink. On the way back to my bedroom, I notice that the blinds in the office window have been lifted halfway. I got freaked out and grabbed my gun from the bedroom because I figured someone had broken in or something. Checked the house and all was good. I've never pulled those blinds open. I just open the slats or whatever. I didn't go back to sleep that morning. I was probably sleepwalking since no one else was home.
 
2008-10-31 10:39:11 PM  
When I was 12 or 13 years old, I woke up one night in my bed, fully awake, fully aware of everything, clearly not asleep, and absolutely unable to move a muscle, other than my eyes. Even my breathing was involuntary, because I eventually wanted to yell or scream, but could not. It felt as if someone had encased me in Lucite, or poured clear concrete over me (while still allowing me to breathe). I felt that there was a malevolent presence in the room. I had no sense of up or down and felt like I was slowly falling and spinning. The two windows beyond the foot of my bed were backlit by ambient moonlight, and took on, to me, the appearance of evil glowing eyes floating at the foot of my bed. I was terrified beyond explanation, even now 30+ years later, when I have a much richer vocabulary. My entire body sweated in terror, even though it was a cool evening. I was so terrified and the feeling of an evil presence was so unequivocal that I assumed that I had either died or was about to die, and not in any good way, with no warm comforting light at the end of the tunnel with loving relatives waiting for me. No, I was going to die, and die horribly. I knew it.

Eventually my repeated attempts to scream started to generate small movements in my throat. Through countless repeated attempts I was finally able to squawk out a tiny sound...this was the beginning of the end of the paralysis, and with each new breath I was able to make louder and louder sounds until I was screaming with all my might (or so I thought). I slowly regained the ability to move my limbs, and eventually sat up, waiting for one or more of my family members to come and see why I had been shrieking my head off. But they didn't. It was then that I realized that what I perceived as screaming had actually been muffled squeaks, but they had been enough to snap me out of it. I didn't wake my family up, because I didn't know what I would tell them. When I laid back down the feeling started to come back, so I spent the rest of the night awake and alert (to say the least).

This event lasted for what seemed like hours, but I really don't know how long it lasted. I had trouble sleeping for several years after this episode, because I would feel it starting to happen again and would force myself to stay awake.

Over the years I have only told a few people about this event, as it just seemed so strange, and since it occurred in the fringes of sleep, could easily be explained away (by someone who hasn't experienced it) as "just a bad dream". I knew it wasn't a dream, but other than that I had no understanding of what had occurred to me.

Flash forward 30 years, and I finally came across the phenomenon of "sleep paralysis", which is EXACTLY what I experienced. It was the most terrifying night of my life, and haunted my sleep every night until I realized that it had actually been a physiological event, not a supernatural one.
 
2008-10-31 11:02:20 PM  
Shazzoir: Can'tLetYouDoThatStarFox: 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.

Jaysus, you have just described exactly what happened to me when I was about 8 or 9 years old. I have been reading all these stories, and wondering if I should post mine, when I came to this one of yours that matches mine, almost exactly. The only difference is, I saw the eyes at the foot of my bed, it was the middle of the night, and I screamed for my Mum. I distinctly remember seeing the eyes not just disappear, but kind of slide away then vanish, as if whatever it was had turned away and then disappeared. My mum just told me I was dreaming, but I knew I wasn't. It was horribly real to me, and my sister who was in the same room in her bed across from mine, insisted Mum get us a nightlight.


It must be contagious or something, because the exact same thing also happened to me, but in this case I was 23. It was the middle of the night and I was in my old apartment, asleep with my girlfriend at the time. I just woke up suddenly, which is pretty uncharacteristic for me. I looked and saw at the end of our bed a solid darkness except for yellow eyes. I remember this overwhelming malevolent feeling. I think I yelled "OH SHIAT" and flipped on the lamp at which my girlfriend woke up and wanted to know what the problem was. My heart was beating extremely fast and I told her what I saw. She calmed me down and we experimented with turning the light back off and on, but the figure was gone. I figured at that time that I must've been half-awake and in a dream or something.

I had never had a problem with that apartment before hand, but after that incident I never felt comfortable in that bedroom. I ended up switching bedrooms with a roommate about a month later.

It's very creepy that not just one of you, but TWO of you have had the same experience. This happened to me in a crappy San Francisco apartment around 1997.
 
2008-10-31 11:10:55 PM  
i369.photobucket.com
 
2008-10-31 11:25:54 PM  
echo5juliet: Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.

Man that's a good one. Based on the details in the story, here's where I think you were.
 
2008-10-31 11:35:56 PM  
There is a frantic scratching sound from the crack in the couch. Frozen, I wait for what I know will appear. From the depths of the couch, a sleek black shadow pops.

She wiggles her whiskers in hopes of a gerbil treat. Ooogly booogly.;)
 
2008-10-31 11:51:29 PM  
Something grabbed my foot in bed when I was 7. I slept in the fetal position until I was 15, for real.

It was a big step sleeping with my legs outstretched.
 
2008-10-31 11:59:30 PM  
Driving to visit my dad in the hospital the breaks on my car stop working. I end up pulling into a parking lot and call AAA. The guy who comes knows exactly the place to take the car. That night I jokingly ask if it's ok to barrow his car. He is deeply sedated from having heart surgery.

That night I see an apparition on a bike, waving goodbye. It's my dad.

The next morning we get call from the hospital that his oxygen levels dropped. He probably wouldn't make it.

He didn't. That was a Friday. We told him, your brother is coming in from Florida. You have to make it until Tuesday.

His brother shows up on Tuesday. We go to dinner. Come back, and he's gone.

All of these things could have been a coincidence. However, my mom and I both believe my brake fluid leaked for a reason that day. So I would be home with her when she got the call Friday morning that his oxygen levels were down and even if he made it he would be brain dead.
 
2008-11-01 12:00:23 AM  
Were_Outta_Bort_License_Plates: My GF was watching TV in my den, and I was out on the patio, and I grabbed the broom I use on the patio, all covered in cobwebs from cleaning them off the eaves, and I stuck it around the corner and shook it in front of the French doors (one of the doors was open with the screen closed) and sang "Baby come back!" like the Swiffer ads. She shiat a brick and screamed.

you know, I just did that to the boyfriend. Instead of being freaked out or finding it vaguely amusing, he wanted to know how much liquor I had imbibed.

/bastid.
 
2008-11-01 12:11:01 AM  
Furia:

/end Tolstoy


Freaky. I had something similar happen at BG as well.
 
2008-11-01 12:13:44 AM  
In 1977 my mother worked in a framing studio as a mat cutter and framer. One of her more wealthy clients was an artist named Barbara who did beautiful oil portraits and florals. Barbara had painted a portrait of her sister that she had intended to give as a gift, however she and the sister had an horrible falling out and Barbara, feeling slighted, flipped the canvas over and painted a bed of irises over it.

The day she finished the painting (according to her own account) the sister died without having reconciled their differences.
Barbara didn't want the painting anymore and knowing that my mom was an admirer of her work gave it to her.

It hung in our living room for close to a decade. But something strange started to happen to the painting. Gradually it started getting darker and darker, which according to my mom can happen when you've layered two different types of oils (I don't know. I don't paint). That wasn't so much the problem, the problem was that when it was hit with light that came in through the side windows in the morning and late afternoon, the irises became indistinguishable and what you could see was a dark, low-contrast image of the upside down portrait of the maligned sister smiling out at you in the glare.

It has quite the history in our family and we all loved its quirk. And I loved showing it to people, or springing it on them without letting them in on the story. "Look at that painting..now step two steps to the right so you can see the ....AIIIIIGH!" I even had a high school girlfriend turn as white as a sheet and run out of our house when she unwittingly discovered the painting's "secret".

But after a while it even started to creep us out a little as the painting underneath became more and more visible in anything but the most direct or bright ambient light...so much so that "The lady" even shows up in a family portrait that we had taken in that room.

So it was put in storage. To my knowledge the only person who has seen it in the past fifteen years is my 43 year old sister, who uncovered it four years ago in my parent's basement when she and her boyfriend were helping them move. When mom and dad asked her if she wanted it she swore she never wants to see it again and refused to talk about it anymore. She said it made her feel "crazy" and she "was not crazy".

Fast forward to a family wedding about a year ago. Sis and I are sitting outside on the steps of the reception hall catching up, and a cousin came outside and was telling another relative about the painting. "...It was crazy! there was this lady... they had it in their house!... Tell her!" My sister was reluctant to talk about it with any depth, but we jokingly acknowledged that the cousin wasn't making it up, yes we did have a picture that you could see someone upside down in... After they went inside I asked her if she would talk about it.
Now my sister had a few drinks (a rare event) so I thought I could coax something out of her, but I got a lot more than I bargained for. She very calmly reiterated that she was very reluctant to talk about it and that she didn't want to seem crazy or feel crazy by reliving it.

But I foolishly pressed her, "Why?"

She took my drink(I drink bourbon on the rocks with a splash of water ) out of my hand, drained it in one motion, looked me dead in the eyes, and said "Because her lips moved." and she went back in to the reception.
 
2008-11-01 12:35:55 AM  
VOTING Enabled here for my previous account.
 
2008-11-01 12:38:17 AM  
student loan bills and mortgages!!! boo!!!
 
2008-11-01 12:41:19 AM  
So I was just reading this stuff, sitting in my living room near the windows, when my asshole neighbor's cat tried to clear our bushes and land on the window ledge. He smacked into the window like a foot away from me and just about gave me a heart attack.

/love cats - they taste like chicken
 
2008-11-01 12:42:51 AM  
Since I know nobody will read my post, here's a halloween hottie gif to grab yer attention:

i17.photobucket.com

Now on to my story.

I lived in a rather old house that had been converted into a 4-plex. A few creepy things happened right after we moved in. First of all, the night we were moving in, my wife told me she saw the reflection in the window of a man in the same room with her, just a couple of feet behind her (nobody there). The next day, we had just gotten the last of our things in the house, and were sitting down to relax for a minute in the living room. All of a sudden we heard a loud BANG! from the dining room. We went to investigate, and the door we had taken off the hinges & propped (very securely) against the wall had fallen over and hit the glass tabletop. The way that it had fallen would require a push - it didn't slide out from under itself, it tipped over. Not sure how that didn't break the table - it left a good size chunk of paint on it. Also, the dog kept ending up in the backyard when neither my wife nor I had opened the door. This happened two or three different times over the course of a few days.

I'm a skeptic, but I still decided to ask the neighbors if anything creepy had happened there. They told me the last tenants had company over, and were all sitting at the dining room table, and the glass top just broke in half for no seemingly no reason. They also said that a baby had died in our apartment - apparently it had hung itself from the drawstring for the blinds, which explains why they were all cut (really) short. Doesn't explain the man's reflection, but the baby died relatively recently, and like I said - the house was pretty old, by US standards (about 100 years or so).

Anyway, all the weird occurrences stopped after a week or two. Lived there for about 4 years in relative harmony with the resident spirits.

/horror\gore\ghost FAN, not a believer, though
 
2008-11-01 12:43:56 AM  
Jormungandr
I had a similar experience in an older house as well. Turns out they had bypassed the meter to service an old carriage house, and then ran the circuit back to the house when they did some exterior wiring.

So here I am in the attic, thinking the house is dead cold. and I touch a line of the old knob and tube wire. All I remember is WHAM! I feel like I'd been punched in the chest and I am falling between the trusses through the dining room ceiling.

Getting electrocuted sucks.
 
2008-11-01 01:17:10 AM  
EviLincoln: Furia:

/end Tolstoy

Freaky. I had something similar happen at BG as well.


Awesome. Of course, anyone who's been to BG (especially someone with geography degrees) would recognize a description of that particular building. What's your story?
 
2008-11-01 01:31:34 AM  
strawbury78: 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.


Strawbury, whatever religion you're in is bad, bad news. I know you probably call yourself Christian, but that church of yours is pretty much what Paul was describing in 1 Tim 4:1- beware.
 
2008-11-01 01:37:29 AM  
Furia:

Awesome. Of course, anyone who's been to BG (especially someone with geography degrees) would recognize a description of that particular building. What's your story?

FTFM, misread
 
2008-11-01 01:57:24 AM  
Don't know if anyone's still reading this, but I thought I'd share a story. Sorry for the Tolstoy.

This happened just a few months ago, in late June.

I live in Japan, in the western suburbs of Tokyo. I'd been in my apartment, watching a movie, and I realized that I needed cigarettes. It was about 10:30pm or so. There's a vending machine for smokes about 10 minutes walk from my apartment. I've taken this little walk probably 50 times in the 2 years that I've lived here, and it was no big deal.

I left my apartment and started up the sidewalk. To get to the little plaza where the vending machine is, you've got to walk up a small hill, walk up a connecting footpath, and then you reach a wide walk/bike path that circles my neighborhood. The little connecting footpath is lined with trees and shrubs; the trees' branches extend on either side of the path, and in the summer I always think of it as the "green tunnel."

So as I'm on the path, about maybe 10m from the green tunnel, I get the sensation that someone is coming up behind me, fast. Maybe a bicyclist or runner. I moved off to the grass, looking behind me, but there wasn't anyone there. It was weird, but I shrugged it off. As I got closer to the "tunnel," I started feeling sort of strange. I actually didn't really want to walk into it. Again, I shrugged the feeling off. (I think I'd last about 10 minutes in a horror movie. Dumb ass). I was fine in the tunnel until I was a few meters from the end. I was assaulted by this horrible smell. I've never encountered anything like it. It was a sort of combination of death and rot and shiat. It was godawful, and I actually gagged and stumbled away from the tunnel. Then it stopped.

Again, I didn't think too much of it. I figured maybe some animal had died in the bushes or something, although the smell was really terrible. I walked on but had the distinct feeling I was being watched. It was really unnerving.

There's no one on the bigger walking path, either, which was a little odd. Even late at night I usually see someone there. At any rate, I get to the plaza, which is just this raised brick-paved area. There are apartment buildings on either side, a dentist's office, small pharmacy, and a grocery store that was closed for renovations. Between the pharmacy and the grocery store is the vending machine that I wanted. I just about ripped open that pack of smokes. I was a little freaked out and still feeling watched. My mouth was also bone-dry, so I decided to get a Coke while I was there and then get the fark back home. I went to the vending machine, put the money in, and heard the Ka-Chunk! of the can falling to the bottom. I grabbed my Coke, and from behind me I hear the same noise Ka-Chunk! of another can in another machine. I turned around, but no one's there. At this moment, I heard a woman's laughter, really loud. I've never heard anyone laugh like this, not even in horror movies. It was high and crazy and hysterical. It made me feel crazy just hearing it. And it sounded like it was just off to my left and slightly behind where I was standing.

That did it. I panicked. I ran out of the plaza and back onto the path. I forced myself to slow down and walk. As I did I finally saw another person on the path, heading toward me, a little way down. I saw him clearly--an old Japanese man, loose blue or gray pants, white short sleeve shirt, gray hair. I must have looked away for a second, but when I looked up again, there was no old man--just a young guy in jeans and a black t-shirt, walking his dog. At this point I decided I was probably losing it. I kept my head down, and kept walking back the way I'd came. As I got to the green tunnel I stopped, not wanting to get a whiff of the smell again, when I heard a little girl's giggle, just off to my left. I bolted down through the tunnel and a good way down the sidewalk before I got a grip on myself. As I got closer to my apartment, I realized that I felt fine. I mean, my heart was racing, and I was sweaty, but I was no longer freaked out or feeling watched.

I went back down the same route again 2 days later, just to see what would happen. Nothing. It was fine, just like it always was. I just realized, though, I haven't gone back there since, even though the grocery store has reopened and is very convenient to have just 10 minutes away. Hmmmm.
 
2008-11-01 02:05:15 AM  
cheesepreeness
If you were up in the eastern Sierra Nevada at about 10,000 feet banging two rocks together in the middle of the farking night then yes, it does count.

lol no!
I was quoting a line from the movie "Spinal Tap".
[i'm 90% sure it was from Spinal Tap]
I've never been in the western half of the U.S.
so no.
 
2008-11-01 04:35:10 AM  
Senor Awesome

It's very creepy that not just one of you, but TWO of you have had the same experience. This happened to me in a crappy San Francisco apartment around 1997.

Well, I live in Australia, and this would have happened about 1975 or '76. I have no idea what it was
 
2008-11-01 04:57:44 AM  
cheesepreeness: I was backpacking in the eastern Sierra Nevada a few weeks ago and somewhere around 2am I awoke in my tent to the sound of someTHING rhythmically smacking two rocks together. It sounded about 100 yards away. It went on for about 20 seconds (which is an ETERNITY in a tent in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere) then stopped, then started for another 15 to 20 seconds. Took a few hours for me to get fully back to sleep.

It might interest you to know that cryptonaturalists claim that Bigfoot type creatures are supposed to do this. We have our own version of Bigfoot here in Aus, but it's called a Yowie. Folks out on expeditions to get film of these mysteries have seen and heard some scary shiat, including rock banging. Look it up and see if you can find some local stories for where you were camping.
 
2008-11-01 05:35:34 AM  
echo5juliet: I was driving a shortcut from Twentynine Palms, CA to Albuquerque, NM. Twentynine Palms is located in the desolate high desert east of LA. The shortcut was all two lane road through total nothingness, except for passing through Amboy, CA. Amboy is a nearly abandoned town nearly as far below sea level as Death Valley, with a dormant volcano and lava field on one side and a salt flat on the other. It was also, at the time, a hotspot for satanic group activity.

So I was driving by myself in the afternoon. I stopped in Amboy and snapped a picture of the city sign, just to prove I was there to friends who dared me to take that route to I-40. I got back in my car and proceeded to drive up into the mountain range between Amboy and I-40.

Once I reach the top I am driving north through a canyon with high grass on both sides of the road. Up ahead I see some stuff in the middle of the road. As I approach I slow down to see a red Pontiac Fiero stopped sideways across both lanes, a suitcase open with clothes scattered everywhere and two bodies laying face down in the road, a man and a woman.

I stop a hundred feet or so away and the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. Being a Marine, I reach under the seat and pull out a 9mm pistol and chamber a round. Something seemed very wrong, it looked too perfect as if it were staged. An ambush? Was I being paranoid? Something was just wrong. Getting out of the car seemed unthinkable, it was the horror movie move.

As I scanned the road I saw a line I could drive. Pass the guy in the road on his left, swerve to the right side of the woman, behind the Fiero and I'd be on the other side. I dropped it into first gear, punched it and drove the line I planned.

I passed the back of the Fierro without hitting it or either of the bodies in the road. I continued forward a couple hundred feet and slowed down so I could breathe and let my heart slow down. As I looked up into the rearview mirror I saw that the two bodies had gotten up to their knees and twenty or so people emerged from the tall grass on either side of the road by the car and bodies.

At that moment my right foot smashed the gas pedal to the floor and did not let up until I had to slowdown for the I-40 east onramp.

I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.


Dude, I'm a Marine too, and that's some scary shiat right there!
Too bad it wasn't a full-blown convoy like they usually have coming from Pendleton to 29 Stumps - wonder what they would've done when a few hundred Marines started poking around?
 
2008-11-01 10:05:37 AM  
I used to work at a weekly newspaper in a small town. One night I had a dream in which a woman introduced herself by saying, "Hello, I'm May Kongabel." I woke up, thinking it was really strange, and told my ex about it. I recognized the last name as that of a Mr. Kongabel, a man active in community affairs, but didn't recognize the first name.

Anyway, I go into work later that morning, when three older men from a local church, looking very serious, ask to see the editor. They go in and have a short conversation with him. After they leave, I asked him what they wanted. He said they'd told him that Mr. Kongabel's wife May had died overnight. If I hadn't been standing next to a wall, I would have fallen over from the shock.

I'd never met the woman and never knew her name before that dream. It still freaks me out when I think about it.
 
2008-11-01 02:21:43 PM  
Ouija board story. When I was a teenager, I had a serious crush on my older brother's best friend. My friend and I were messing around with a ouija board, and I asked it if I was ever going to marry Billy. It said no. I asked it who he was going to marry. It started spelling "Cathy C, Cathy C, Cathy C, Cathy C" faster and faster until it flew out from under our hands and off the board.

My friend didn't know my brother's friend at all, and I had never heard of any "Cathy C." At that time, he wasn't dating at all, as far as I knew. A couple years later, Billy married a woman named "Cathy Cook."

I won't allow a ouija board in my house.
 
2008-11-01 04:21:59 PM  
Not sure if anyone is still reading these, but hear it goes...

I was about 8 years old, sleeping over at my cousins' house in Ben Lomond, CA. Everyone in the house was asleep, including my two cousins in the two beds on either side of me when for no apparent reason, I woke up. I layed in bed with my eyes open for a good 60 seconds, staring at the wall where the image of the moon's light was shining through a window (the window being behind my head). Then something I can't explain happened.

As I am staring at the moon's light against the wall at my feet, I saw a shadow of what appeared to be a man move across the light. As the shadow figure slowly moved, I knew it was coming closer to me. At this point, I couldn't comprehend what I was witnessing! I was so scared I couldn't move or talk. Then, this dark figure stood directly behind my head, and leaned over me. As my eyes slowly shifted from the wall at my feet to see what was stading over me, it tapped me on the forehead twice. It touched me!! Then, as fast at it came, it went. No doors opened, no footsteps, nothing. "What just happened??" I thought!! I was so scared, but managed to wake up one of my cousins next to me.

I didn't tell anyone until the morning because I thought if I talked about it, it would come back. I told my family the next morning. No one had come into our room that night.
 
2008-11-01 05:01:08 PM  
So, every Halloween, I like to dress as a beautiful woman (I really make a beautiful woman) and go party hopping at any house that will take me in (most do). I typically seduce some dude and go home with him. The bigger the homophobe, the better. Inevitably, the guy finds my package and starts vomiting. I live for this reaction.
 
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