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2009-10-30 10:30:50 AM  
Can't wait for the stories, this is one of my favourite threads ever.

I don't actually have any scary stories myself, so...yeah.
 
2009-10-30 10:31:56 AM  
AWESOME!! Best thread of the year. My story copied and pasted from previous years with little editing.

Closest I ever came to seeing a ghost. So my wife and I moved into our current house about two years ago. The guy we bought it from had lived there since the sixties but his wife had died about 20 years ago. So we are in the process of moving in and I am a big believer in getting your bedroom furniture moved in first and then getting your bed made ect. So we did all that and I went out to the UHaul to bring more crap in and I was bringing something back into the master bedroom and as soon as I walked in the master bedroom door I happened to look to my left to my wife's nightside table and the lamp slid about four inches. I just stood there and stared and I got chills up my spine. I hollered out my wife's name as loud as I could only to hear her say "I am right here". She was under the bed on the far side of the room and she was plugging the lamp that I saw move into an extension cord and she had pulled it to get some slack.
 
2009-10-30 10:34:47 AM  
There was that time there was a perfectly good TFD thread going, and then it was greenlit.
 
2009-10-30 10:36:55 AM  
TotalFark comprises my entire social life.
 
2009-10-30 10:46:21 AM  
There ounce was a Canadian whou inserted extrannouus "u"s intou his wourds
 
2009-10-30 10:47:05 AM  
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2009-10-30 10:49:39 AM  
...and then Sarah Palin was sworn in as President.

Or, for Republicans: ...and then Nancy Pelosi was sworn in as President. Actually, that's pretty bipartisan.
 
2009-10-30 10:51:18 AM  
The last time I remember being actually fairly frightened -- and this is goofy -- was back in Korea in probably late October or early November. I was camping in a park and rock climbing with friends.

Not wanting to pay a grounds fee, I elected to camp in a very remote area of the camp. I ate dinner with my buddies in their area and then had to walk back to my own camp.

Well, things looked different at night. I wound up at a dead end at a massive Buddhist temple. On one side was the temple; on the other side was a creepy, unlit stone bridge leading into a forest. There were no lights on any paths, I had no map, it was dark and cold, and I was lost. Also the bridge was creepy and I was reluctant to leave the few lights of the temple for the woods.

Long story short, I got myself all worked up about walking into the deep woods. I had no recollection that my camp was back that way.

Turns out that the entire place looked VERY different at night versus in the light, and I was just being silly.

/cool story, huh?
 
2009-10-30 10:51:59 AM  
El Chode: 2!

Don't be silly. There's no such thing as two.
 
2009-10-30 10:52:21 AM  
...so i went to the fridge and there was


NO BEER


muahahahahaha
 
2009-10-30 10:53:59 AM  
The best one I've got is that a year or so ago my sister was home alone and the power went out. For some reason this scared her, so I had to go over to figure out if it was just her fuse box or if the power was out because for some reason she couldn't just look outside (it was the whole neighborhood). In the mean time, a few of her friends had come over to do the same thing.

Since my sister is obviously retarded, I told her pull out the ol' ouija board. While she and her friends were setting that up, I called the power company, who told me a squirrel got caught in a transformer and the power would be up in about 3 hours.

We starting ouijaing and I did the usual bullshiat questions and guided the thing to make fun of my sister for being retarded. They all got mad, so I tried it for real, and said "if there are any spirits present, give us a sign" and at that very moment the power came back on.

The scary thing is that I have the power to command spirits to control the infrastructure of small regions of the North Eastern United States.
 
2009-10-30 10:54:08 AM  
My grandparents died within a week of one another a few years ago. They owned (and lived in) an apartment building in New York City - but as they grew older they stopped renting out the apartments since they felt they were getting too old for tenets. By the late 1990's they were the only ones living in the building. In the time that the apartments were unoccupied my grandfather cut back on the maintenance - understandable when you realize he was in his 80's and did it all himself (because he wanted to - not because no one wanted to help him). In any case my family is now renovating the building so we can once again rent it out. Since somewhere in the family there is someone in just about every building trade we are doing all the work. Electrical, my dad is a licensed electrician. Painting? One of my cousins in a painting contractor. Flooring? Plumbing? HVAC? Yeah, the clan has everything covered. So when we work on the building we know exactly who did what - and can chew them out about it when they do it wrong in that special way only family can.

And now for the weird part. Back in April I was alone in the building sanding drywall my brother had tapped and plastered a few days before. Now we have a rule to always kill power to the building when we aren't working in it. Since all of us are putting in what time we have when we have it you never really know what someone is working on. Power off is a basic safety precaution. In anycase I am setting up to work when I plug in the drywall sander and *WOOSH* it turns on. I immediately know my brother had left the power on last time he was here. I see an enjoyable family argument (that I'm in the right on!) in the future. So I hurry up and finish my sanding and head down to the basement to kill the power to the building now that I am done. The power is already off. Every single breaker is off. There is no power in the building. I run back upstairs and grab an outlet tester. The outlet I had plugged into was off. There was no electricity in it. I plug in the sander. Nothing.

Grandpa must have been helping out with the project.
 
2009-10-30 10:54:36 AM  

TwistedIvory: El Chode: 2!

Don't be silly. There's no such thing as two.


The weirder thing is that I apparently coded a few letters into that, or else got filterpwned
 
2009-10-30 10:54:48 AM  
Not really a scary story, but appropriate:

I was over a friend's house one day after high school. There was a bad thunderstorm, so we were just hanging out, watching TV. Outer Limits came on: "There is nothing wrong with your television set. Do not attempt to adjust the picture. We are controlling transmission."

And then a lightning bolt shot through the window and into the TV, utterly destroying it.
 
2009-10-30 10:56:59 AM  
One time the girlfriend and I were traveling in between Florida and Baltimore to visit family for the holidays. We were about halfway through the drive when it started getting late, and we decided to pull off the highway and find a place to sleep.

It was bitter cold and the heater in our South Carolina Comfort Inn Express just off I-95 was barely functional. It keep the room just warm enough to sleep when piled under several pillows and blankets, but it was still cold enough that you could faintly see your breath.

We were on the second floor, in the back of the U-shaped complex of rooms, facing the woods behind the hotel. The wind was howling, and there was a large, unkempt tree outside the large window at the front of the room, which kept scraping up against the glass, making the creepy, unnerving scratching sound.

After watching a couple episodes of Full House on one of the few cable channels offered in the room without having to pay extra, we decided to go to bed. It was difficult to find the correct balance of blankets to pile under and limbs to hang outside the blankets. Too many limbs under too many blankets, and I'd start sweating profusely. Too many limbs outside the blankets, and my extremities would start to go numb from the cold.

Sometime around 1am, I found the perfect balance and manage to doze off into a light slumber. Sometime around 3am, the branches scraping against the front window gently roused me from my slumber. As I lay on my left side, facing the night stand on the side of the bed, I slowly opened my eyes to check the time. The clock was obstructed by my pillow, but before I could even move to clear myself a line of sight to the clock, my unfocused eyes fell upon a frightening sight on the wall just past the night stand.

To my horror, a grayish, opaque woman, roughly in her early 20s, was crouched down at the nightstand, staring at me. As I gazed upon her, frozen with fear, she seemed to detect my discomfort, and her eyes shifted away to a downward gaze, and a look of shame sort of took over her. I noticed she was quite attractive, and at the same time, she seemed to pick up on my very thoughts, because she looked back up at me, with a sort of Mona Lisa smirk on her face. This only succeeded in further terrifying me. My heart pounded in my throat. As I lay there, terrified out of my mind, wondering what I should do, I briefly questions the condescending cynicism which I'd directed at all the people in my life who had claimed to have seen a ghost, and wondered if I might have been wrong to mock them with a smug sense of superiority. It truly was a sobering moment.

Finally deciding that I was too emotionally fragile to deal with the stress this experience was causing me, I closed my eyes and tucked my head tightly under my blanket. For good measure, I also sandwiched my head in between my two scratchy, uncomfortable Comfort Inn Express pillows. I knew the idea that this would offer me further protection from the restless spirit was irrational, but I did it nonetheless. I breathed slowly and got my heart rate back down to normal, and after about fifteen minutes, I managed to get back to sleep.

Just kidding, when I saw the 'ghost' and got scared, I realized that I was being stupid and childish. I sat bolt upright and brought my eyes into focus, and clearly saw the my girlfriend's purse, with it's giant upright purse strap, was sitting on a chair next to my nightstand, and combining oddly with some shadows cast by the large window to make a woman-like figure on the wall, and my half-asleep brain had just filled in the rest of the details. I chuck'ed at my own stupidity, turned the purse sideways, and went back to sleep, satisfied that every yokel who ever insisted they they'd seen a ghost probably opted to not investigate their own hallucinations in the manner which I had just done.

The End.
 
2009-10-30 11:01:23 AM  
Scariest story ever

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2009-10-30 11:02:00 AM  
My desk at work is haunted. I've been with the company for 2 1/2 years and at my desk for a year this February. No one has lasted at that desk for longer than a month aside from me since the man who sat there died in 2005.

We had an ice storm in Austin that winter. The man wasn't supposed to work, but he was stuck at the office due to the ice storm and no one coming in to relieve him. After working for 30 hours and sleeping on a cot, he was finally allowed to leave. His car hit a patch of ice and he was killed in the accident.

The computer at the desk will randomly lose network connection, lags for no reason, and has other problems which make no sense. The desk drawers open on their own. Things randomly disappear and reappear. And every single person other than me who has sat at that desk has lost their job within a month of sitting there. Three were fired, one was laid off, six quit, and one was in a car accident that forced her to go on disability. That's the ones I'm aware of.

No one knows why I've lasted as long. Maybe it's because I leave treats on my desk for my co-workers and the ghost likes them (he only had vending machine food to eat the entire time he was there). Maybe it's because I don't take his shiat and talk back to him when he screws with my desk. Maybe it's because he likes the movies I watch on the computer when it's slow. Hell, maybe he was a TFer and likes reading over my shoulder. But he still does things with the desk drawers and computers.
 
2009-10-30 11:08:02 AM  
"...and then the Modmin told me, 'The submissions are coming from inside the Internet!'"
 
2009-10-30 11:17:16 AM  
I went to college in South Georgia, we heard about this haunted Church out in the country among the cotton fields, so one night about 2 a.m. we drove out to this church. We got there and we could clearly hear the organ playing when we got out of the car. There music stopped after a few seconds we went and looked into the church and it was pitch black and there was no one around. It was rather creepy.
 
2009-10-30 11:18:05 AM  
I've never seen anything particularly scary, but my mom lived in a row house in Baltimore for a few years that she insisted was haunted. I pffted at that, but every time I visited her, it wasn't much fun. I'm a night owl, and to go from the kitchen back upstairs, you passed a door to the cellar and then turned a corner to go up the stairs. Every time I would turn off the downstairs lights, start walking up those stairs, and every single hair on the back of my neck would be standing up screaming THERE IS SOMETHING HORRIBLE BEHIND YOU. I would make it maybe halfway up the stairs before I couldn't stand it any longer and would turn around to look. Nothing. And I would thrash myself for being a stupid scared weenie. Then I'd start going upstairs again, and immediately... THERE IS SOMETHING HORRIBLE BEHIND YOU. I would end up taking the rest of the stairs two or three at a time.

She said she lost a whole series of clothes and other small items in that row house, including two sweaters she folded and put up one night which were gone the next morning.

And it's not like I'm prone to being freaked out by old houses, her next house was a huge old Victorian mansion in Mt. Washington that was once the French Ambassador's summer house in the 1800s. I would wander all over that place at 4am with nary a twinge.
 
2009-10-30 11:20:24 AM  

vossiewulf: I've never seen anything particularly scary, but my mom lived in a row house in Baltimore for a few years that she insisted was haunted.


Every middle aged or elderly woman in Baltimore insists their house is haunted.

They also insisted that they are of some fractional percentage of Native American lineage (they usually insist they are something like 1/32 Blackfoot).
 
2009-10-30 11:21:42 AM  
... and behind the knife was... THE PIZZA DELIVERY GUY!
 
2009-10-30 11:31:04 AM  
This story is scary on two levels, one more frightening than the other. I was station at an Air Force Base in northeast Arkansas back in the late 80's, while there was still a Cold War. The mission of this base was B-52 Nuclear Alert bombers, ready to take off with five minutes notice and rain hell and fire on those damned Russkies.

The Alert Parking Apron, where these nuclear loaded bombers waited for their crews was located on an old cotton plantation, supposedly on the slave burial plots. (Yeah, of course it would be, the story wouldn't be a good otherwise.) The whole area was guarded by forty Security Police with automatic rifles, grenade launchers and machine guns, it was ringed with alarms, cameras and sensors so no one could come in and steal a nuclear weapon. It was my job a military working dog handler to go out to any alarm sounded on the perimeter of the place and search for the intrude with my dog.

One night, well after midnight, the guard in the tower overseeing the alarms calls over the radio net asking who is climbing the stairs to his tower (about fifty feet high). No one answers, and he can't see anything in his camera on the stairs. Thinking someone is messing with him, he calls for one the Security teams patrolling the area to check it out. The come over and don't see anything, but the guy is insisting he hears someone running up and down the stairs. Everyone starts making jokes about it until the perimeter alarms start going off on the fence line adjacent to the tower. One section of fence right over the other as if someone were running back and forth along the fence line.

I am called away from my coffee and donut to search the area. I pull up, take my dog we walk around the area. A few minutes after I start searching, someone calls in a red light moving in a section of the area off limits to anyone without prior notification and empty after dark, always. A single red light floating between the equipment in the area. Now things are starting to get serious, the Air Force back then did not like weird things happening around their nuclear weapons. So the entire area is put on security alert, every armed person in area begins a sweep of the area, ever light is turned on, the guy in tower lights up the equipment with his spot light. One of the people searching the area sees a human form dart from the equipment toward the fence, where the alarms start going off as though someone is climbing the fence.

I am right where this happening with my dog joined by a second dog team called in because the poop was hitting the rotary oscillator. We here the fence shake as though someone is one, and cut both of our dogs loose to find the person. The dogs bolt out toward the fence, start jumping up and down on the fence and then stop, and just sit down. There is nothing on the fence. The alarms stop going off, and nothing is there.

About five minutes later, the red light is back in another portion of the alert area, in shining through the windows of the dining facility for the pilots, another area that is closed at night. By this time, we have all forty people on full alert, every road cop on duty is there and the officer in charge of the shift witnesses the light in the windows. We surround the building, close off every exit and send in the other dog handler who was with me (I was the junior guy and not very experienced). He sweeps the building from top to bottom, in the middle of the sweep his dog alerts just like outside the fence, he cuts his dog off leash and orders it to attack (this is a shoot to kill area---basically we could shoot first and ask questions later except no one ever actually saw anything they could shoot) his dog charges down the hall barking like crazy and he sees the redlight (I didn't see this, but the I knew the guy well and he swore this happened) it flares brighter and then disappears--his dog just stops and sits down, just like at the fence.

By now people are starting to get pretty freaky, a lot of 18-22 year old kids with a lot of weapons and ammunition all scared stupid. The officer in charge has to make a decision as to what to do: he can stop all this and call it a false alarm or he can escalate the situation and initiate a full recall of every cop on the base and sweep the area from top to bottom waking up every pilot and crewman and having them all line up where they can be seen while it is done, if we don't find anything he is going to be, at best, ridiculed at worst relieved of command. He decides that is it, he shuts down the response and goes into the tower for a few minutes with all the NCO's, them come back and tell us to go about our business and not talk about it. (Which we ignored)

I was only there for part of it, I never saw the light but I did see my dog go off like he was chasing someone and then stop and sit down when nothing was there. I do know that for about an hour and a half fifty plus armed cops were scared shiatless in an area full of armed nuclear weapons and nothing was ever found and the whole thing written up as sensor malfunctions.

For the record, I don't believe in ghosts but I have no idea what happened that night.
 
2009-10-30 11:53:56 AM  

Action Replay Nick: vossiewulf: I've never seen anything particularly scary, but my mom lived in a row house in Baltimore for a few years that she insisted was haunted.

Every middle aged or elderly woman in Baltimore insists their house is haunted.

They also insisted that they are of some fractional percentage of Native American lineage (they usually insist they are something like 1/32 Blackfoot).


Possibly, but my mom wasn't that type. And as noted, I've wandered around a shiatload of houses, many of which were very old, in the dark or near dark at 4am, and walking by the cellar in that row house is the only place to have ever bothered me; I've never in my life had a feeling of something massively threatening being behind me like that. Imagine being absolutely certain that a 7 foot tall zombie with extra waving tentacles was six inches from the back of your neck in total darkness, that is what it felt like.
 
2009-10-30 11:59:38 AM  

Ennuipoet: For the record, I don't believe in ghosts but I have no idea what happened that night.


Invisible Russians, developed by Nazi Scientist during WWII the Russians found their lab of partially invisible people and shipped it to Siberia during the last days of of the war. Stalin then used his political enemies as test subjects.
 
2009-10-30 12:04:55 PM  

Tom_Slick: Ennuipoet: For the record, I don't believe in ghosts but I have no idea what happened that night.

Invisible Russians, developed by Nazi Scientist during WWII the Russians found their lab of partially invisible people and shipped it to Siberia during the last days of of the war. Stalin then used his political enemies as test subjects.


Nope, they ruled that out after the Cold War. While there were invisible Russians, KBG files show they were only operating in Europe due to fears they might defect.
 
2009-10-30 12:22:35 PM  

Ennuipoet: Nope, they ruled that out after the Cold War. While there were invisible Russians, KBG files show they were only operating in Europe due to fears they might defect.


True, but the East Germans stole the technology so they could have stowed away on any number of SAC flights originating in West Germany.
 
2009-10-30 12:24:37 PM  
Me and two buddies took a raod trip through Northern Spain on our bikes and for some unknown reason ended up in a small town between Cordoba and Toledo.

Why we picked that certain dirt road I have no idea but it was about five miles long and dead ended right in this village.

It was situated in something like a cul-de-sac in that it was surrounded on all three sides by canyon walls. It had one main street going down the middle and a couple tiny, small streets leading to scattered houses and such.

So we go into what we think is a store but actually was a venta so we sat down and an older lady came out and looked very surprised to see us. She turned around and a little while later came back with what ended up being her husband.

So we asked him in Spanish if he had anything to eat or drink and he asked us where we were from. We told him America and he and his wife again retreated into a back room.

Around this time we figured that didn't have anything so we were getting up to leave and three more men walked in and asked us if we were Americans. We find out now that only one person in the whole town had ever met an American.

Next thing we know there are about twenty people out in the street, looking at our bikes, then starting to ask us questions. Then the original old lady and man start moving tables and chairs outside and in about twenty minutes we were sitting there eating and drinking with the whole town.

So we went late into the night and decided to stay in a shed behind one of the houses. When we went in the old man we originally met gave us some bottles of wine and some bread and olives and told us not to go outside until morning. We asked him why and he said because of the wolves.

Whatever, we thought, and continued drinking until we fell asleep.

Next morning my buddy goes out to take a wizz and we here him scream "Holy shiat, look at this!"

We go outside and right to the side of our shed was a deer that had been split open from throat to ass, all it's bones sticking up, and not one piece of flesh on it.

Next to my bike was what looked like the remains of a small pig.

Not a drop of blood anywhere.

Not on the ground, on the bikes, or on the bodies.

And we never heard anything that whole night before.
 
2009-10-30 12:33:29 PM  
Mrs. PCoC bought this old trunk from an antiques shop a few years ago. She wanted me to strip the varnish off it and then refinish it. I had it in the basement, and went down there to start work on it. I had my back to it, and all of a sudden all the hair went up on my neck and felt cold. I slowly turned around and saw a dark shape hovering over the trunk. It looked like the outline of a person, wearing a broad brimmed hat. I backed away slowly, and said "Who are you?" Nothing happened. "Was this your trunk?" I asked. It looked like the figure nodded. I noticed my camera sitting on the workbench. "Can I take your picture?" I asked, then added, "Uh, record your image. Otherwise nobody's going to believe me." The figure again nodded. I reached over, grabbed the camera, quickly composed the shot, and then snapped the picture. Unfortunately, the flash didn't work, and the corner the trunk was in was pretty dark. Apparently the battery didn't have enough charge for the flash. When I looked back at the trunk, the shape was gone, and of course the picture was useless. So I guess you could say...

The spirit was willing, but the flash was weak!

/Happy Halloween, farkers.
 
2009-10-30 12:49:38 PM  
It was my work at home day and, as my stomach growled and visions of Reese's Peanut butter cups danced in my head, I discovered my wife hid the trick or treat candy. They could hear the screams of horror in the school yard two blocks away.
 
2009-10-30 01:18:50 PM  
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Now that that's out of the way...
 
2009-10-30 01:25:26 PM  
...with a HOOK HAND!!!!
 
2009-10-30 02:06:58 PM  

Tom_Slick: I went to college in South Georgia, we heard about this haunted Church out in the country among the cotton fields, so one night about 2 a.m. we drove out to this church. We got there and we could clearly hear the organ playing when we got out of the car. There music stopped after a few seconds we went and looked into the church and it was pitch black and there was no one around. It was rather creepy.


i am pretty sure i have been to this place.

/grew up in south ga.
 
2009-10-30 02:15:24 PM  
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Be afraid. Be very afraid.
 
2009-10-30 02:18:01 PM  

muck4doo: Be afraid. Be very afraid.


Wow. She is pure class.
 
2009-10-30 02:26:04 PM  
Fun fact: Here in AZ when selling a house, on the full disclosure form you have to state whether or not you believe your house is haunted.
 
2009-10-30 02:26:39 PM  
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.

This disinclination saved his life. 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."
 
2009-10-30 02:27:05 PM  
I was once kidnapped and forced to listen to Creed and Nickelback.
 
2009-10-30 02:27:27 PM  
Is this when the Pocket shines?
 
2009-10-30 02:28:00 PM  
And they say at night, when the moon is full, you can still hear the mournful wails of the repeatedly antagonistic one-note negative-attention starved douchebag that used to frequent the politics threads.
 
2009-10-30 02:32:16 PM  
I am at work, so I can't access the Farkives for some reason, but several years ago someone posted a story about a thing they called "Fishy"

I don't believe in ghosts or anything, but that story was legitimately creepy and gave me chills.
 
2009-10-30 02:34:45 PM  
Does anyone have the link to the (i think) Retrocrush's review of Halloween: Season of the Witch?

/silver shamrock
 
2009-10-30 02:34:46 PM  
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2009-10-30 02:34:52 PM  

No YOU'RE a Towel: ... and behind the knife was... THE PIZZA DELIVERY GUY!


and he said "oh, no! there's no pizza in this box... but i do have some sausage for you!" and then this weird music started playing. it sounded like "bow-chika-wahwah"

then i woke up covered in what I hope was sweat.
 
2009-10-30 02:35:06 PM  

PenguinTheRed: 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 anuses, which were red

and inflamed from eating at the TexMex restaurant down the street.

Farkified that for you.
 
2009-10-30 02:35:11 PM  
"I'm pregnant."
 
2009-10-30 02:35:14 PM  
You want scary. I've been locked inside a hotel room with nothing but the bare walls and floor, just me and Sarcastia wearing her strap on.

I'll tell you the meaning of fear
 
2009-10-30 02:35:49 PM  
I actually saw a ghost once, when I was younger. This story is real.

I was walking through a field which overlooked a main road that passed through our town. I looked down at the road and saw what i thought was a boy of around 10 years old at the side.

I watched as the boy ran into the middle of the road, turned and waved at me, then disappeared as soon as a car ran over him.

I still remember that day, even though it was over 15 years ago.

It wasn't until a few years after i saw it that I found out a boy had died on that same road from playing chicken with the cars.
 
2009-10-30 02:35:50 PM  
On Halloween, when I was 15, I saw the ghost of a chupacabra.
 
2009-10-30 02:35:57 PM  

GoDawgs!: ...so i went to the fridge and there was


NO BEER


muahahahahaha


The same thing happened to me!!!!
 
2009-10-30 02:36:43 PM  
My girlfriend once told me she was pregnant.
 
2009-10-30 02:37:42 PM  
I am waiting for the story from the Farker (from last year, I think) of the guy driving through the desert between LA and Vegas. IIRC, he came across an 'accident' but decided not to stop. Once he swerved around it, he saw a bunch of folks stand-up in the grass beside the road.

Ok, it was scarier when he told it.
 
2009-10-30 02:37:45 PM  
2stoned

I do believe you but you are gonna get a ton of sh*t for that story with a handle like that...

; )
 
2009-10-30 02:38:08 PM  
this seems appropriate for this thread
from my backyard (new window)
 
2009-10-30 02:40:57 PM  

Teknowaffle: I am at work, so I can't access the Farkives for some reason, but several years ago someone posted a story about a thing they called "Fishy"

I don't believe in ghosts or anything, but that story was legitimately creepy and gave me chills.


Ask, and ye shall recieve.

Original post by Quexy:

Psychosis or ghost story, I don't know.

When I was little, probably about four or five years old, I had an imaginary "friend" (I think.) It was yellow and about four feet tall (taller than me at the time), bipedal, and had oversized eyes that always looked straight ahead otherwise, relatively human and naked. I called the thing "Fishy." The wierdest thing, though, was it scared the hell out of me. I didn't want anything to do with it, and I couldn't imagine, as a child, that it was coming from inside my head.

It "walked" (more like skated along) on the walls in the rooms of our house, and apparently could not leave those surfaces. I knew that if I played outside, it could only follow me to the limits of the garage. It always followed me, too, even though I often told it not to. I had difficulty concentrating on drawing things or reading because Fishy was always standing somewhere on the wall, looking over my shoulder. It did not ever sit down, it didn't have facial expressions, and it never made any noise.

The only times I ever interacted with Fishy were when I was sick in the middle of the night or when I woke up panicked from nightmares. Those times, if I looked at it intently, Fishy would methodically start drifting along the wall towards my parents' bedroom; around the corner, out the door, and down the hall. As soon as he was out of sight, I'd start calling for Mom (as in: "Mooooom, I'm gonna barrrrrf...") and she'd show up quickly (god bless ya, mom) to help me through it. Fishy would come back, though, as soon as I'd recovered. Then it would stare for the rest of the night, two days, or longer, in the direction of my parents' room.

It finally vanished when my sister was born in 1992. I was almost 8 years old by then, and I'd been ignoring Fishy for about a year, but not so much that I didn't notice it had learned to fly off the wall and visit the floor from time to time.

There was one instance, in the last two months of Fishy-ness when I saw it at someone else's house; a new home that friends of mine, two sisters, were moving into. Their father walked into the room where we were playing with the moving boxes to give us another one, and in the darkened laundry room behind him, filling the entire doorway at many times it's normal size, was Fishy, staring down the father's back. It wasn't scary, so much as irritating.

We moved away from there less than a year later.
 
2009-10-30 02:41:46 PM  
Several years ago I had an efriend on xBox live named DeMonGhOst. We'd sit up all hours of the night pwning n00bs on Halo and Call of Duty. The dude was a riot always talking trash, tea-bagging suck-faces and owning with a sniper.

One night we both logged on and played some fierce CTF but he didn't say a word. All I could hear was a little bit of static and distant whispers through the headset. I figured his kid brother broke the mic again and thought no more of is. That is until a few days later when the same eerie sound was coming though the comm. This went on for a few weeks but the gamming was kick-arse and the tea-bagging brutal so on we went.

A month or so later I was signing on earlier in the day than we usually played and saw his little brother was online. At this point I was pretty curious why my bud didn't scream obscenities at our opponents anymore and desperate enough to invite his kid brother to chat. After the usual, "wa'sups" I asked about DeMonGhOst. He told me his older brother HAD DIED IN A FIRERY CAR CRASH THE EXACT NIGHT I FIRST STARTED TO HEAR THE STATICY-WISPERING HISS!!111eleventy I was totally blown away! It creepped me out even further when he said the xBox was broken and would only play Stairway to Heaven by Zepplin.

I still hung with DeMonGhOst for a while but finally deleted his broke-ghost-a55 from my friends list when he couldn't buy Halo 3 and man, that was like 20 games ago.

/ Sorry in advance if I cost anyone a good night's sleep
 
2009-10-30 02:42:01 PM  
Once upon a time this guy got elected on two words, hope and change. Little did people know he was going to crash America. Then the zombie apocalypse began because the government wanted to make all your healthcare decisions for you. So they tried fear and panic so people would sign up for their 2000 page indoctrination manual on being a good health care citizen of the state.

The pyres of the dead lit up the sky, it was mid evil.

/WOLVERINES!
//The end.
 
2009-10-30 02:42:42 PM  

HKWolf: /silver shamrock


cuz no one else was going to do it:

Happy, Happy, Halloween, Halloween, Silver Shamrock (new window)
 
2009-10-30 02:42:51 PM  

PenguinTheRed: A man went to a hotel...


OK...that got me...
 
2009-10-30 02:42:55 PM  

steveurkel: i am pretty sure i have been to this place.

/grew up in south ga.


Valdosta Area?

This place was west of town towards Berlin, there was also an old church also in the cotton fields that walls were supposed to bleed. I wnet there but it never happened.
 
2009-10-30 02:43:06 PM  
During high school, we always hung out at one friend's house in particular. This one night, my friends & I decided to whip out the Ouija Board in her basement really late at night. After playing a while, we got the girl's (who's house we were at) grandmother. After a couple of boring yes/no questions, we asked her to "prove to us", show us she was there. And I KID YOU NOT, the rocking chair started to rock on the OTHER side of the room. After freaking the #%&@ out and trying to rationalize what happened(which we couldn't), we just concluded OK, this was a joke, that didn't just really happen. I suggested that maybe it was just the A/C vent and looked around for them. The A/C vent was on our side of the room, nowhere near the chair. Yeah, that was the last time I ever went there.
 
2009-10-30 02:45:02 PM  
One day a friend and I were watching TV in my living room (I no longer live there) when we saw a piece of paper that I had laid on my frogs' aquarium rotate 180 degrees. A few days later another friend had joined us in my living room, watching a DVD when the DVD case that I had set on a table elevated about 6 inches and then flew about 4-5 feet across the room. We all three stared at one another, mouths open in shock at what had happened. My cat took off at a full sprint across the room then tuned and stared at "something" for a few minutes.

I experienced two other "ghostly" things there. One night I was laying awake in bed when I felt someone or something sit on the foot of the bed, I could tell the mattress had dipped down near my feet. Whatever it was that caused that to happen ended several minutes later when I felt the mattress shift back to its normal position. I was playing my Playstation when the second thing happened. I felt an icy sensation on the outside of my left knee, a split second later I felt an icy sensation on the inside of my left knee, then, after about twice the length of time between the first and second icy touches I felt a third on my right knee.

I don't know what it was, but I never felt threatened.
 
2009-10-30 02:45:08 PM  
Eastern Airlines Flight 401 that crashed in 1972, in the Florida Everglades . There were 101 people killed in the crash, most were killed immediately but a few died a little later of their injuries.

The airline salvaged the galley equipment from the plane. I know this is a fact because the infrared oven on Flight 401 was made by my ex husband's former company, Foster Refrigerator (formerly of Hudson, New York). The salvaged infrered oven was cleaned, tested and reinstalled in a new airplane that was built.

In 1982, my teenage son was working a summer clean-up detail for my ex-husband at the Foster plant in Hudson. At the far end of the then mostly deserted plant, my son found some old equipment covered in wood, plastic and tarps; a new looking infrared oven was also under the tarps. Since, I had tested a prototype home version of their infrared oven with much success and begged to keep it; my son came home and suggested I get my husband to bring the unit home for me to use.

When I told to my ex-husband that my son had found an infrared oven in the warehouse and asked if he could he bring it home for me; I was told the incredulous story of Flight 401 and the haunting of the newer plane that utilized the scavenged oven from Flight 401. Of course, I did not believe the story and thought my ex was just making excuses not to bring the oven home or trying to pull a joke on me. I called my best friend, whose husband was corporate treasurer of Foster Refrigerator. She had never heard the story but they had only been married a year. When her husband came home she asked him about the oven in the warehouse; without saying anything else. Her husband then told her the same exact story about the oven and the hauntings that my husband had told me.

Although, then CEO of Eastern, Frank Borman, wanted everyone to belive the ghost stories were Cr*p and a bunch of lies; the truth is that the stories of the two dead pilots from Flight 401 haunting the new plane were completely true.

Eventually, (after several sightings of the pilot and co-pilot from flight 401 appearing on the newer plane - both appeared inside the infrared oven)the Foster infrared oven was pulled off the plane when three flight attendants saw the ghostly pilot in the oven while they were trying to serve a meal to passengers. They called the pilot of the plane and he saw the apparition too and immediately retired and quit flying as soon as they landed. At that point, Eastern got rid of the oven.

I do not know if the book mentions what happened to the oven but the oven was removed from the plane and sent back to Foster Refrigerator, where it sat in a remote part of the warehouse, covered up and unused for many years thereafter. I am certain no one ever used the oven again.

I think it is key to remember here that this was an infrared oven and if you recall most ghostly activites recorded by researchers involve infrared technology. Something about infrared and ghosts.......something bizarre, supernatural and totally true.
 
2009-10-30 02:45:17 PM  
I found this written in a NYC bar bathroom stall. I have shuddered in fear ever since.

"I've got a monkey in my butt."
 
Within my butt there lies a monkey.  This monkey doesn't swing. This monkey doesn't hang. 
 
It's rather cramped in my butt. This monkey is wrapped in the warmth of my colon and sleeping soundly.
 
I wanted to have monkeys fly from my butt to herald a happening about which I made the following statement.
 
"That will happen when monkeys fly from my butt."
 
It happened, and I was trapped. My butt did not eject flying monkeys, yet I proclaimed that this would happen.
 
In shame, I acquired some monkeys, lubricant and some fake wings. Applying the lubricant was a chore in that monkeys rarely sit still for this kind of thing. I abandoned the wings once I had been pelted with fresh simian feces enough times to not need to experience it again.
 
The monkey's needed to get in my butt. I tried showing them a banana and shoving it my butt hoping to have one them chase the fruit into my colon.  No such luck, Monkey see--monkey do.  The beasts began shoving bananas in their own asses. I had a pack of monkeys with bananas shoved in their butts.  I figured that had to be breaking some kind of law. 
 
(On an evolutionary side note:  The monkeys did learn to use the lube smeared on their fur.  It's a travesty that I will never publish these findings.)
 
Hours later, I had a few monkey's in my ass. How they got up there involved four cats, a copy of Catcher in the Rye and a yellow hat.  The details of this event are too laborious to describe.
 
Off I went to show the people to whom I proclaimed "If that happens, monkeys will fly from my butt."  that monkeys will, indeed, fly from my butt.
 
It was more of a dead monkey ooze. The mess was without compare, and I have since been shunned from the community.
 
If you know anyone who removes ass monkeys, please call me.

HAPY HALLOWEEN
 
2009-10-30 02:45:17 PM  
Every middle aged or elderly woman in Baltimore insists their house is haunted.

They also insisted that they are of some fractional percentage of Native American lineage (they usually insist they are something like 1/32 Blackfoot).


"Blackfoot" is what White people say about great-great-great-great-grandma when they don't want to say "Black."
 
2009-10-30 02:45:30 PM  
Enter a 3rd Chili and call them Larry Daryl and Daryl.
 
2009-10-30 02:45:53 PM  
Several of my genes have made it into the next generation.
 
2009-10-30 02:46:02 PM  
one time i was scrolling through farks scary stories, it was a fresh thread with maybe 40 entries, when i got to the end of the first 50, i noticed the entries had ballooned to 500+. i thought wow that was fast. then when i refreshed, there was only 54. true story bro
 
2009-10-30 02:46:15 PM  

Kyndig: Teknowaffle: I am at work, so I can't access the Farkives for some reason, but several years ago someone posted a story about a thing they called "Fishy"

I don't believe in ghosts or anything, but that story was legitimately creepy and gave me chills.

Ask, and ye shall recieve.

Original post by Quexy:


Thanks.

Still creeps me out.
 
2009-10-30 02:46:49 PM  
My unemployment runs out on December 26th and I will be homeless in January.
 
2009-10-30 02:47:24 PM  
I was visiting my Mom one Christmas season, and was helping her make a cake for dessert. I had to shave chocolate into tiny curls. So, she said, go out in the garage and grab a newspaper from one of the grocery bags I put them in for recycling. As I got up and opened the door to the garage, I remarked, "You know, this is the first Christmas without Grandpa." He had passed away earlier that year.

I went out to the garage, and randomly picked a folded Indianapolis Star out of the full grocery bag in the corner. I brought it back in, and unfolded it on the table. As I unfolded it, it revealed my Grandfather's photo and obituary. His photo, staring right back at me. My Mom and I were stunned. I still am.

I'm not a believer in anything other than coincidence and the human imagination, but sometimes, things just are too freaky to explain.

It's an absolutely true story.
 
2009-10-30 02:48:27 PM  
One night I was sleeping alone and woke up on my left side. I was uncomfortable so I turned over to my right side and felt a felt a big hairy arm fall over my face. Chills ran up my spine as I reached up with my right arm and felt a hand.

I yelled and pushed the arm away and heard a thud and a crash. I ran to the doorway and turned on the lights....the room was empty.

I then realized my left arm was asleep, I had cut off the blood circulation when I was sleeping on my left side and when I turned over to my right the arm had just flopped over.

The crash? When I leaped out of bed my left arm had hit the nightstand lamp and knocked it over..
 
2009-10-30 02:49:22 PM  

Action Replay Nick: I chuckled at my own stupidity


Welcome to the rest of humanity, Nick.
 
2009-10-30 02:50:02 PM  

nygenxer: My unemployment runs out on December 26th and I will be homeless in January.


Outstanding, you'll have some good ones for the thread next year, then. All the cool supernatural, evil stuff always happens to homeless people. No one believes them, you see.
 
2009-10-30 02:50:08 PM  
Shadow People In house

I had 3 separate experiences in the first house we lived at growing up. These are all cast-iron in my memory.

One, was waking up in the middle of the night to see clearly 2 shadow-figures standing at the foot of my bed. I remember laying there, but not being able to make noise by screaming, i.e. nothing would come out of my mouth. I'm pretty sure I fainted.

The second was waking up in the middle of the night, and for some reason I needed to go into the dining room. I walk in, stand in the middle of the room, and look in the corner, whereupon a shadow comes out of the corner and toward me. This time, I screamed and could make sound, which woke up my mom who came and got me.

The last one, and most frightening, was waking up in the middle of the night for this. my parents bedroom had a doorway to the kitchen (weird house, it was built in the 20's) that had a step on it. I woke up, and walked to that step and sat down. Again, shadow-figure came to "get me". I vividly remember being picked up, trying to scream but nothing would come out, and getting to the end of the hallway. lastly, ending up back at the step.

Now, all of these could have been night terrors of some sort. But I can't stress enough how absolutely terrifying each of these experiences were, and still frighten me when I think about them. I've thought about writing a letter to the family that lives there now to see if they've had children who had similar experiences.

basement calling

the second house, around 3rd grade.

When i was around 5th grade, (i was a latchkey kid all my life) I came home from school and let myself in. Not too long after I got home and sat down to watch tv, I heard my mom yell for me in the basement. I called out "mom, you down there" and she repeated my name. I went to the basement, and into the laundry room, and nothing was there. I ran so fast out of the house, and stood out by the curb until someone got home.

THAT one was definitely a real experience, occuring in the middle of the day, i can't possibly blame it on a night terror. it was absolutely terrifying.
 
2009-10-30 02:50:09 PM  
Here's the closest thing to a ghost story I have:

It's finals week my junior year of college and I'm trying to get some rest for my 8am exam when I wake up to a crash like a dropped glass or plate or something. A couple of seconds later I hear two of my suite-mates moving around talking to each other and then they run the vacuum. I look at the clock, it's 3:30 in the morning, I just want some sleep, so I bury my head in my pillows and wait for the vacuuming to stop. Eventualy I get back to sleep.

Next morning, after I get back from my exam, I talk to my suite-mate and start tearing into him for braking a glass and waking me up in the middle of the night. I get about two sentences in when he stops me and asked if I broke the cup last night. I said no, he said it wasn't him, and my other suitemate was the second one out to invesitgate the crash.

To this day no one knows exactly what happened to cause the glass to shatter, but it wasn't like falling off a drying rack or something. It was placed normally onto our coffee table, was completely shattered, and exploded with enough force for shards to have gotten into containers that were taller than the glass was.
 
2009-10-30 02:50:09 PM  
I ran out of weed for about three hours one saturday afternoon.

That was pretty scary
 
2009-10-30 02:50:13 PM  
Hey! There's a spider on your back!
 
2009-10-30 02:50:25 PM  
Fark is closed on weekends now?
 
2009-10-30 02:51:13 PM  
and when he woke up in the morning she was still in his bed. AHHHHHH!

and then she wanted to make him eggs. AHHHHHH!

and he said "Oh I dont have time I got a meeting at 12:30"

and she said "I'll drive you there". AHHHHHH!

and he said "No no it's at my office it's like a half hour commute"

she said "I don't mind it's on the way to my kid's preschool" AHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

/Q
 
2009-10-30 02:51:28 PM  

GaryPDX: Once upon a time this guy got elected on two words, hope and change. Little did people know he was going to crash America. Then the zombie apocalypse began because the government wanted to make all your healthcare decisions for you. So they tried fear and panic so people would sign up for their 2000 page indoctrination manual on being a good health care citizen of the state.

The pyres of the dead lit up the sky, it was mid evil.

/WOLVERINES!
//The end.


Can't you stop being an ass for one Halloween thread? Would it kill you?
 
2009-10-30 02:52:04 PM  
Not necessarily scary, but freaky.

My mother-in-law is big into psychics and what not so my wife got her a seance type reading for her birthday last year. So on the way to the place they drive by a chinese restaurant that they have not had for a while but want to go to soon...more on that later.

So they get to the reading and the lights are low and the lady makes it known that my mothers family is in the room. She is talking in the voices and saying things how the deceased would say them. Talking about old stuff they did back in the 50's about eating circus peanuts while watching some obscure tv show and what not. Stuff the hired seance lady would have no way of knowing. She told us that they like my sister-in-law's boyfriend *** and that he is very funny. (he is very funny) They like my artwork. They say that my wife will get pregnant and have a girl. My wife did get pregnant and now we have a girl. They said that they should go eat at that Chinese restaurant they were talking about on the drive over. All weird stuff that this lady could not have known. My wife got touched on the shoulder and the room got cold. Just weird sh*t. Stuff about how my wife's grandpa has been acting odd and that they don't approve of his behavior and he will have to answer to them on the other side. They said there is no hell.

It really makes me think there is something more to this life after we die..I know Fark hates that sh*t, but I'm a believer. There is no way this lady could have learned all this stuff on her own. There were spirits there.

So after ward, we went to the chinese restaurant they told us to go to and we discussed it all. It was pretty cool.
 
2009-10-30 02:52:22 PM  
Our office building is haunted. No special day of the year; no particular scary manifestations, but it is haunted nonetheless. I work in the Empire Building in Augusta, GA. It used to be the Empire Furniture building. Four stories, roughly 125 years old. It has an old spiral stairwell which goes up 3 stories, and an elevator, which goes to all four. My office is on the third floor.

Our ghost is a lady. She is neither malevolent nor playful. She just is. Once in a while, usually a couple of times a month, I will hear the door which communicates from the third floor to the stairwell close, before anybody else gets here. The sound is distinctive. The stairwell does not open to the outdoors, so it's not an air current thing. Besides, it's a steel fire door with a positive closer. That's the limit of my experience with our lady. My co-worker from the second floor, who also gets here before sunrise, has seen her. He got here one morning, and saw a woman watching him out of the third floor window. He comes up to the third floor to see who has gotten to work so early, and not only is there nobody here, the lights aren't even on. Other than that, she's content to let us do our thing, and not raise a fuss.
 
2009-10-30 02:52:37 PM  
A repeat from last Friday's Smoking Gun post. Apologies. I have to go to a meeting and I'm just not drunk enough.

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Why yes, I do live in this mansion. It has been in our family for generations. It seems creepy but you learn to love living here.

People say the house was built on the blood of the poor workers who toiled in Grand papa's textile mills. Partially true, I can tell you. Grand papa was a businessman with an eye on the profits. "Great profits do not go to the generous spirit" he would say.

But this mansion was his down fall, you see. He didn't want it but Grand mama did. She thought she deserved such a place. Grand papa tried to build her dream but he wasn't generous to the construction workers nor to the suppliers. He cut corners. The mansion, it is said was cursed by a thousand souls.

When Grand papa and Grand mama moved in to the mansion they quickly learned it would be no home. There was always a problem; plumbing would fail, electricity would short, the house creaked and moaned from day one.

All too soon, Grand mama couldn't take it any more. She argued with Grand papa that they should burn down the house and be done with it. Grand papa wouldn't hear of it. The mansion, for better or for worse had become a symbol of the family. Money had been invested. A profit must be made. The people of the city would laugh at them. His honor had become a part of this mansion on the hill.

One night, they fought and words turned to blows. As they argued, the house creaked violently as if it were tearing itself asunder. Grand papa couldn't take Grand mama's complaints another moment. He grabbed a candlestick holder and beat her to death in the drawing room.

And he said that as Grand mama's blood soaked in to the wooden floor the creaking stopped. The mansion became noticeably calmer and a feeling of peace descended for the first time ever. All the mansion wanted was a little acknowledgment, a sacrifice if you will.

Grandpapa quickly learned that it didn't have to be family blood. When ever the mansion creaked, he just summoned a worker to his home. He was, unnaturally generous to this worker. He would feed him a fine dinner with the best wine. He would take him in to the drawing room and give him a fine cigar and a glass of brandy. It was probably the best evening the poor wretch ever had in his miserably life. But, alas, it always ended with Grand papa cutting the poor wretch's throat and letting his blood soak in the wood of the old mansion.

But, enough of these old wives tales. They are just stories told by the illiterate townsfolk to scare their children. You've come to see the 1964 Ford Mustang. Yes, it does have less than 2000 miles on it. Is that good? Why no. No one else has ever responded to the Craigslist advertisement. Perhaps they were put off by the price. If you think $500 is too much so such an old car, we can, as Grand papa used to say, 'dicker about the price'. But first, let us repair to the dining room. There's a feast awaiting us. Afterward, we'll move to the grand drawing room for a relaxing brandy and a cigar. Then I will take you to the automobile. Ignore those creaks. It's just the house.
 
2009-10-30 02:52:53 PM  
The last person on earth sat alone in the bedroom on the sixtieth floor when he heard a knock at the door...
 
2009-10-30 02:53:02 PM  
It was Christmas eve, the one day family and children were allowed into the office. We're on the 13th floor (the Phone Company isn't superstitious) and everyone has been fed, all the kids got their present from Santa (actually Al in accounting dressed as Santa) and the big boss comes out and says a few words after which everyone is dismissed early. Everyone walks to the elevator bank and the crowd pushes into the first elevator as if its the only elevator. No room to even turn to face the door. Behind, some woman pushes her kid in and crams herself in, and then the elevator strains and the doors finally creak closed. Poor kid couldn't have been more then 6 or 7 and then the unimaginable happens. The elevator drops about a foot and stops and the lights go out. We're stuck in the elevator on Christmas eve. Not scary you say? At the time the elevator stopped abruptly it forced out a small, evil, nasty grease fart right into this poor kids face. People start to panic as the lights flash and then remain out. Screams of terror cover this poor kids crys. And then the unimaginable. With all the noise, confusion and onion dip pressing on the innards, a large, silent weapons grade fart hits this kid in the face like a brick. So thick and dense is this cloud, and so tightly packed is the humanity in the panicked elevator that this poor kid just starts to cough and retch. Since the cloud that hit him didn't move (it was too heavy) and everyone was preoccupied no one noticed his desperation, not even his mother. Just at that moment the lights come on, everyone cheers, and the elevator goes express to the lobby. As soon as this kid, now in tears and gasping for life saving oxygen reaches the lobby, mommy gets him out of the elevator and asks him whats wrong, assuming of course its just fear. Just then the kid heaves up 3 reindeer cookie heads and part of a salami sandwich onto mommies new christmas coat.

While this might not scare everyone, just imagine you were this kid. I often wonder if this kid has ever recovered or if he was scarred for life. That kid would be 31 or 32 by now if he lived that long. Yes, I often wonder.
 
2009-10-30 02:53:09 PM  

AnthraxRipple: There was that time there was a perfectly good TFD thread going, and then it was greenlit.


Wait, I've heard this one! Then some douchebag TFer gets all butthurt because other people are allowed to read & contribute stories of their own.

It's terrifying!
 
2009-10-30 02:53:37 PM  
Someone sponsored me for Total Fark.

Then I subscribed.

oooooooooeeeeeeeeeoooooooooooaaahhhhhhhh mammmaaaaaaa!


/Now that's scary there. I don't care who you are.
 
2009-10-30 02:54:27 PM  
One Halloween, my boyfriend and I indulged in a little LSD. We were having fun, sitting in the yard, watching people go by. Suddenly, a squirrel fell on my head. It panicked and got all tangled up in my hair, as I screamed "Get if off!Get it off of me!!"
 
2009-10-30 02:54:47 PM  
I got one!
Many years ago - I was married.

GAHHHH!

That is all.
 
2009-10-30 02:54:53 PM  
I deeply and truly love my girlfriend. I wouldn't hesitate to call her perfect. Her hair is long and silky smooth, her eyes are are like two lagoons always burning with passion and mischef. her nose is perfectly sculpted, as if michaelangelo's chisel had crafted it by hand. her lips would rival the mona lisa's for their entrancing beauty. Her skin is soft and warm against mine. Her blood is sweet and pure, her heart beats strong in the open air. Her bones glsten white like porcelain in the moonlight. The soft gurgling coming from her throat reminds me of a calm mountain brook. I can hardly decide what parts to keep.
 
2009-10-30 02:56:04 PM  
I have night terrors, they suck.

I had just fallen asleep when I almost threw my wife out of bed one night as we slept when her back turned into a Cthulu like mass of tentacles and an unearthly voice echoed in my ears.
 
2009-10-30 02:56:12 PM  
I don't know if this falls under scary but it does fall into horror.

Back in the day I was a lifeguard. Out door pool. Anyway I was getting ready to open. I was walking up the stair and I see this kid running towards the street. Cue the garbage truck going far too fast for a laveway.It was like in slow motion. I turn to run after the kid(about 5 years old) Yelling stop. As the words left my lips the kid was already under the rear wheels of the garbage truck. It ran right over her neck and chest and crushed her skull.I ran to the phone and called 911. The 911 operator instructed me to check the kid for vitals. So I did. I reach her and the truck had rolled off of her body. Her head was completely flat and her brain had popped out the top and rolled(slithered) right across the street.
Finally the ambulance arrived and the cops.
Anyway the cops started yelling at me and threatening me because I did not do cpr.
They made me pick up her brain and put it in a bag. They said it was my punishment for not doing cpr.
 
2009-10-30 02:56:49 PM  
This happened back when I was just two years old, so I have no recollection of it but my mother recounted the story to me recently. Late one night, my mom and I were in her bedroom watching television when she says I suddenly stood up and pointed to the open bedroom door and, in my limited 2 year old vocabulary, asked, "Who dat man?" She responded by telling me that there was no one there, but I kept asking, each time becoming more insistant. "Who dat man? Who dat MAN? WHO DAT MAN?" She got so freaked out that she gathered me up and went to stay at her mother's house.
 
2009-10-30 02:57:03 PM  
There is something to the infrared thing blogma. I had a video monitor in my daughter's room when she was an infant. it was audio/video that could be used independantly or together. I'd just have the audio on in my room like a normal baby monitor, but when I'd hear her crying I could flip on the monitor and make she was okay and going to go back to sleep.

I quickly noticed that there was a lot of activity on the screen when it was on in infrared mode. I totally dismissed it as dust particles at first, but there were so many orbs flying around her room, I just don't know what the hell it was. They'd zip around in every direction.

I don't believe that pictures of orbs are really anything more than dust or light messing with the lens. But I don't know what the hell was flying around her room. It was mezmerizing to watch.
 
2009-10-30 02:57:25 PM  
My story is not as scary as it is awesome. My girlfriend at the time lived in an apartment in her parents basement. She was in this tiny room that was usually used as storage, but as a child this was the room that her grandmother lived in. This was unknown to me at the time of our encounter.

One night I had a dream of something floating over the bed, not in a menacing way but more in a maternal, I am checking on you way. I woke up very peacefully and noticed that my girlfriend was also awake. I said, "I just had the strangest dream and told her about it". With a scared look on her face she recounted the same feeling of a person had been floating over the bed and checking on our well being. We had a brief conversation about it and went back to sleep. The next morning we were having breakfast with her parents and my girlfriend recounted the story to her as well. With a look of shock on her face, her mother told us that during the night she fell asleep watching television with a lit cigarette in her hand. As the cigarette was burning a whole into her comforter she had the same dream, only she knew it was her mother. She said her mother(the grandmother) said to her, "D, wake up,please wake up, wake up". She said this went on for a few minutes before her mother became agitated that she wouldn't wake up. Her last words to her, which actually prompted her to wake up was "I'm going to get the kids". This final statement is what got her to wake up and realize that the cigarette was dangerously close to igniting the whole bed. I guess Grandma was serious cause she made her way down to us and woke us both up in the most gentle way possible, maybe to let us know of the impending doom.

I am not a cynic nor am I believer, but this is what really made me think twice about messages from beyond.
 
2009-10-30 02:57:27 PM  
Just saw 'Paranormal Activity' last night, and had the entire evening to reflect on just how much my house looks like the one in the film...

So, no kicks...yadda yadda.
 
2009-10-30 02:57:45 PM  

vossiewulf: ... THERE IS SOMETHING HORRIBLE BEHIND YOU. I would end up taking the rest of the stairs two or three at a time.



I have always gotten that feeling at my house. OH GAWD, is that what that is?!!!!!!

/lives on historical land.
//Oh Fark!
///Oogaboogaslasshieslashie
 
2009-10-30 02:58:45 PM  
I can't believe I have to do this.

So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?
 
2009-10-30 02:59:12 PM  
This one day my friend called and told me he had put in the 5 bucks for my TF and told me to go sign in, well I did and started to check things out on this thing FARK he told me about.
Well I let the TF thing expire but still now I never get any work done and I pretty sure I will be fired soon. I will then have to back to whoring my self out to fat chicks again.

Spooky huh?
 
2009-10-30 02:59:41 PM  
I went hunting last year with a group of guys I know but had never hunted with before. Over the span of the week while at the hunt camp, which is a two room old shack, the guys told me the camp was haunted. They said a husband had killed his wife in the late 1800's in what was supposedly a mercy killing. Supposedly she was very ill. Any way, long story short I just took it to be bullshiat, laughed it off and had no particular experiences while there.

I told my wife about the story though when I got back home and she was intrigued (she's into this sort of stuff). Over the summer I talked to the guy again who owns the place and he had no problem with my wife and I heading out to the camp to check it out and look for ghosts or whatever.

We pull up to the shack and my wife, of course, says the place is giving her the creeps right away. Me, not so much. We walk in and my wife walks around looking at stuff. I'm standing a couple feet inside the doorway in the middle of the room. My wife says out loud "Millie, are you here?" Well Jesus H Christ doesn't the floorboard break under my right foot and I drop about a foot down to the earth floor right then.

Can't say I saw or heard anything else. My wife said she felt freaked the hell out for the remainder of our walk around. Pretty farkin cool coincidental timing is all I can say.
 
2009-10-30 03:01:01 PM  
...and all that remained was the bloody shirt on the chair.

The End.

(You can make up the rest yourself.)
 
2009-10-30 03:01:55 PM  
I was working on my doctoral dissertation here alone at the office late one night a few years ago. I'd been here for two hours and it was close to midnight. The office was locked shut and I could see my car alone in the parking lot, and the campus was completely deserted.

Now the office is in an old tin building that creaks loudly when the wind blows. It was a cold, windy night, and the roof was creaking louder than ever. The wind blew so hard that it felt as if the walls were shaking.

Suddenly I could hear a voice. It was very faint and at first I didn't realize it was there over the roof creaking, but when the wind stopped blowing, I could definitely hear it. After a while I stopped and looked around the rest of the office. Nobody was there. But I could hear that voice. It was low and deep and menacing, and I couldn't make out any of the words. I shouted out, "Who's there? Hello?" No answer. The voice kept going unabated, almost robotically single-minded.

I will admit there were some moments of panic.

Then the wind stopped for a longer time and I could start to make out words. Weird words. "Indent one half inch." "Return new paragraph." "Superscript three end superscript." Panic was replaced by confusion. Out of force of habit I opened up the task manager screen on my computer (as you do).

Somehow I had enabled the text-to-words program. Microsoft Word was reading my dissertation back to me.
 
2009-10-30 03:02:51 PM  
Years ago, just before I started high school, my mom and I moved to a new city. We didn't have much money, so we bought an old house in a neighborhood that was just starting to gentrify. It was a neat house, but we soon noticed at night that it would creak and moan in the wind. This was fine, except we soon noticed those same creaking noises even when there was no wind.

One day we were in the living room watching TV. We heard this scraping sound, and each thought it was something outside, like a neighbor dragging a trash can. It got louder though, and we both realized at the same instant that it was coming from our hall. I jumped up and flicked on the hall light, and there was nothing there, but all of a sudden a light cold breeze seemed to move through the room. I turned off the light and just as I was about to sit down, I heard it again.

Mom turned off the TV, and we could hear it. It was definitely a scraping sound, like something large being dragged down the wood floor, with soft muffled footsteps. It was definitely coming from the hall, and there was definitely nothing there. Needless to say my mom got scared, and said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air." I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suite case and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it." Well, the plane landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested yet. I just got here! I sprang with the quickness, like lightening disappeared. 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 can say is that this cab was rare, but I thought "Nah forget it. Yo homes to Bel Air." I pulled up to the house about seven or eight, and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
 
2009-10-30 03:03:44 PM  
I was visiting my relatives after my grandpa had had a bad fall. He was in hospice care and my grandmother and brother were staying at the hospital while my uncle, parents and I were staying at my grandparent's house.

Now, my grandpa was a very devout man - he read his big family bible every night before he went to bed. He also would read any visiting grandchildren stories before bed. Really just a wonderful human being.

Anyway, since the upstairs bedrooms were full I was sleeping on the couch in the side room. I usually sleep soundly through the night, but this was different. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw the pages in my grandpa's bible flip over. 5 minutes later my dad came downstairs and said the hospital just called and grandpa had died a few minutes ago.
 
Byn
2009-10-30 03:03:46 PM  
My best friend's husband was murdered a few years ago - an innocent victim in a case of mistaken identity.

The night after he died I had to babysit for a friend in the city.

When the baby was asleep, I decided that in an effort to work through some grief, I began talking out loud, as though I were speaking to my dead friend. After a few moments, he started answering back. He asked where he was and what was happening, and I had to tell him that he had been killed. He went very quiet. Then he asked about his wife and daughter. It was so sad.

We spoke for a few more moments, and then he went quiet.He didn't answer me when I spoke. I looked out the window at the hospital across the street, and as I looked up, a shooting star streaked across the sky. I looked at it, smiled, and asked my friend if that was him. All I heard was giggling. That was the last I heard from him.

Turns out, the hospital behind the house where I was babysitting was where the morgue was, and where my murdered friend's body was laying.
 
2009-10-30 03:03:47 PM  
greenapple2step, that story makes me want to give you a hug.
 
2009-10-30 03:04:34 PM  
"Daddy, I had a bad dream." You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness-it's 3:23.

"Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"

"No, Daddy."

The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room.

"Why not sweetie?"

"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up."

For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.

/x/
//creepypasta
 
2009-10-30 03:05:42 PM  
by the time I was six until I was around sixteen I lived in a house that was in a rural part of my hometown. When I was a kid and probably because I was so young I used to have a game that I would do in order to make myself feel comfortable enough to sleep.

I would imagine a bubble of positive energy that would surround my bed and then I would move my mind around my house and push the bubble further out until it surrounded the house. For some reason though later after I moved and during living there any time a dream took place in the house I knew instantly it was going to be a nightmare. I'd always been a lucid dreamer so being in a place that you know bad things happen and being aware of that always made it worse.

Eventually I could tell myself it was a nightmare and turn whatever was chasing me into something silly, laught at it and then I would fly away or do whatever children do in their dreams when they know they have the power to do what they want.

around age 19 I had a dream where I was in pitch black, but knew I was in my old bedroom. I always knew that the door was off and knew about where I was situated in the room. My first reaction was to turn on the lights and confront whatever was intent on bothering me. I walked calmly as you can in a dream where you know something is out to get you to the light switch and tried to turn it on. Nothing happened, I began to panic slightly as I tried to wake myself out of the obvious nightmare I knew was coming. Normally I could do it if I concentrated on waking up enough... Nothing happened. Then something struck me on the side of the face knocking me over my old dresser.

Keep in mind this was a lucid dream and it hurt. Most of the time I never felt pain in my dreams, but this time I did. Every time I tried to move I was struck, every time I tried to strike back I was thrown.

This preceded unceasingly for about five minutes before (Religion notice: not to go too deeply into it I've always believed that if there is a satan or evil spirits they are here just to test us. If you're stupid enough to be corrupted then you deserve your fate) I realized that in my mind I was being attacked by something evil and I had control over whatever it is. Sort of a "the power of christ compels you!" moment. before anyone gets too preachy this felt real, I was there and was getting hurt for real. At least in my mind.

I backed myself against a wall, curled into a ball and proceeded to pray, invoke the lords name, what have you for another minute before I realized that that beating had stopped. Then finally I could wake myself up.

/Excuse me I need to go smoke a ciggarette, kind of shaky.
 
2009-10-30 03:05:57 PM  

steveurkel: Tom_Slick: I went to college in South Georgia, we heard about this haunted Church out in the country among the cotton fields, so one night about 2 a.m. we drove out to this church. We got there and we could clearly hear the organ playing when we got out of the car. There music stopped after a few seconds we went and looked into the church and it was pitch black and there was no one around. It was rather creepy.

i am pretty sure i have been to this place.

/grew up in south ga.


Have you heard about the Water Babies at the covered bridge in Cobb County?
 
2009-10-30 03:06:32 PM  
My uncle touched my wiener, the end.
 
2009-10-30 03:06:38 PM  
You've seen him before. He pops up before you when you least expect him. A window opens and there he is. Writhing. Taunting you. "We are no strangers", he moans. You both know the rules of the game, and he's playing for keeps. What he has for you, you will not get from anybody else. If you don't understand that now, you will soon. He will not give you up. He will not let you down. He will not run around and desert you. He will not make you cry. He will not say goodbye. He will not tell a lie and hurt you. Quick! You shut the wndow. He's gone right? You will see him again.
 
2009-10-30 03:06:54 PM  
Not a ghost story... But it was THE MOST SCARED I'VE EVER BEEN!!!

After standing watch all night (12 hrs) in the cold at FOB Walid on the Syrian border of Iraq, I was looking forward to hitting the rack. On my way, my Sgt stops me and tells me I have to drive in a convoy to Camp KV (2 hr drive). This was my first convoy after being in country 3 or 4 months.

Turns out the mission was to escort three empty fuel tankers to get refilled and escort them back. We mount up and I'm the rear vehicle (HMMWV's) right behind the last fuel truck.

About an hour and a half later we are about to cross under an overpass when we see two Iraqi's digging very quickly on the opposite side of the road about a half mile out. One of them spots us alerts his buddy and they haul ass away in their truck.

Crud... We have to drive back on that side later...

So on the way back, we stop a good distance away and the LTC in charge gets out looks at it through his scope and calls EOD. ETA for EOD was way too long for this guy. So it comes down to pucker up and charge past it.

Mind you at this point there are three huge trucks full of fuel in front of me.

We go through...

1st vehicle okay.
2nd
3rd
4th
5th
Here it coooooomes!!

Nothing... Never been so happy in my life. I just knew I was gonna get it that day.

Semper Fi
 
2009-10-30 03:07:01 PM  
I remember a line from a very lame scary story from an episode of "Brotherly Love" titled "The Great Indoors", a two season show that lasted in the mid-1990s on NBC and The WB.

"We don't deliver pizza after ten o'clock."
 
2009-10-30 03:07:17 PM  
Oh, since I'm here...

The mother of a friend had recently passed away, and I flew down to Florida to attend the funeral, and hang out with him as emotional support.

He invited me to stay at her house, where he'd been staying since the news, and I agreed. What I didn't realize was that he'd set me up to spend the night in her former room (though she hadn't actually died in it, I was still a bit creeped out by the idea).

Okay fine, I got over it - and that evening went off to bed trying not to think about how creepy it was to sleep in a dead woman's bedroom. The moment I turned off the light, I saw distinctly across from the bed an outline of a figure, standing not five feet in front of me. I'm reasonably confident that my heart stopped.

I just stood there, waiting for it to...I don't know what. To move, to say something, to Go Away.

Finally, I reached back over and turned the light on. Across from me stood a figure all right - it was me, reflected in the mirrored closet door, and the light inside the closet had been left on by my friend while cleaning the room - which provided just enough illumination to see my own outline in the dark, in a very creepy backlit sort of way.

/farker set me up. Jerk.
 
Byn
2009-10-30 03:08:36 PM  

jadeblue: greenapple2step, that story makes me want to give you a hug.


Seconded.
 
2009-10-30 03:08:43 PM  
When I was about 10 I was home alone doing my home work at the kitchen table. We lived in a old farmhouse in upstate NY.
I remember hearing footsteps on the stairs slowly coming down and I stood up to and started to walk to the stairs. As I started to come around the corner I saw a young woman in a dress staring straight ahead. When I saw her face she grabbed her hair with both hands and screamed a scream I will never forget. I don't even remember what happened after that. I apparently ran all the way down the driveway and into the people's house across the street who we didn't even know. I remember the look on their face as they where sitting down to dinner and I just ran in the front door.

My father was very angry at me as it was embarrassing for him.
I asked my father later on in life if someone had died in the house. He said the previous owners built the house and were still alive at the time living in a old folks home.

Using a genealogy web site I just recently found that they had a daughter who died in NJ at age 22 when I was 10. She was buried in a graveyard a couple miles from our house.

I don't know if it was real and it was her but it was real too me and scared to fark out of me.
 
2009-10-30 03:09:54 PM  
I have a couple, but all from the same place.

I went to an old New Hampshire prep school (est. 1813) to play hockey. The buildings for academics date to the beginning of the school, but many of the houses around the campus, and the few converted to dorms, were pre-revolutionary period homes. There was only one house on campus the school didn't own, and a very elderly lady lived there. It was subsequently one of the oldest houses in area as well.

She didn't like the school all that much, so in the event of her death, she would leave the house to her only son. Over Christmas break, there was a week where the average high was -20f. The heating in the house failed and she ended up freezing to death. Her son got the house per the will, but since he was in some financial trouble, sold the house to the school. It was subseqently renovated and turned into an admissions house.

A few months after they opened the house up in the spring, the head of alumni relations' two kids were playing upstairs in the house (Ages 3 and 5)during a small gathering in the living room. The kids come wandering down the stairs laughing, and their dad asks them what they were doing...they respond they were playing with the lady upstairs. Dad goes upstairs, nobody there...

About a month after this incident, me and a friend of mine are walking on a path in between that same house and a dorm. The upstairs windows were aligned perfectly on both sides of the house, so you could see straight through it. It was dark, windy, and a little misty because a thunderstorm was coming. We could see a figure looking out the window on the opposite side of the house, but figured it was the custodial staff. We heard a noise and looked up the hill for it, but I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up, and when we looked back at the house there was a figure in the window with white hair starring at us. I ran as fast as I could to get into the nearest building away from that house. Later, we went to the library archives to find pictures of that house since it was now school property. When we saw a picture of that old lady, my blood ran cold, as it was the same figure we'd seen in the window. I had never known what the lady in that house looked like until that night, I still shiver thinking about the moment we saw her in the window.
 
2009-10-30 03:11:39 PM  
 
2009-10-30 03:11:46 PM  
A few months ago I had this premonition that my friends and I were going to all be sitting in a movie theater watching "Final Destination 3" and it would suck really bad, and we'd all be out $8.50 each and have lost 90 minutes of our lives we'd never get back, so I warned them all not to go and we did something else fun that evening instead of going to the movies.

But then, the next day Bill's wife dragged him to see "The Time Traveler's Wife," and another friend got forced to watch some Michael Bay movie, and then Jimmy said his girlfriend had rented "The English Patient" and made him sit through it. The whole thing, and it was like the director's cut too. It was as though the Crappy Movie Reaper was visiting each of us in turn, hunting us down for missing "Final Destination." I tried to play it safe and avoided TV and movie theaters, and thought I was going to get away without being subjected to bad movies, but when I went to check the mail, Netflix had made some sort of mistake and had sent me "Gigli."

NOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo!!!
 
2009-10-30 03:13:51 PM  
One of these days I'll get around to writing this out at length, but here's my story, liberally edited for brevity's sake:

The only experience I have ever had which defied ALL logical explanation was with a Ouija board.

One of my friends claimed his parents' house was haunted, so we got a Ouija board and, along with another friend, put it to the test. My two friends worked the board while I transcribed (one of my friends still has the notes I took, I believe).

As long as the friend whose parents owned the house was working the board, it spit shiat out as quickly as I could write it down. All the typical stuff - lost spirits, demons, etc. When I tried it in his place, we got some stuff out of it, but much slower and with much worse spelling. We asked the board why this was, and it said my friend was a "good medium." I subsequently resumed my role as observer and transcriber.

Being the skeptic that I am, I blindfolded both of my friends. It made no difference - our conversation with the "other side" continued clear as day. At some point, and I can't remember exactly how we figured this out, it became apparent that the spirit we were communicating with (a threatening, malevolent demon that went by the name "Hathanium") could read our thoughts. I decided to put it to the test. With both my friends still blindfolded and working the board, I declared aloud that I was thinking of a certain 5-letter word. I concentrated on the first image to pop in my head which was, oddly enough, an elephant. Elephant is, of course, an 8-letter word. I immediately made the decision to keep this image in mind, as it would pose an added layer of difficulty to any potential trick my friend might be pulling. I was smug at the clever test I had devised on the spur of the moment.

Within seconds, the board spelled out the word ELEPHANT, smoothly and without error. My jaw dropped. I told my friends what had happened. At that point we flipped out collective shiat and high-tailed it back to my place, where we spent the rest of that night.
 
2009-10-30 03:15:54 PM  
Where is the annual, "Post pictures of yourself dressed in your slutty ________ costume", thread? Cause that's the one I've been waiting for all day...
 
2009-10-30 03:16:41 PM  
True story.
Ed Gein used to do odd jobs for my father and mother when they were living in Plainsfield, Wisconsin. My father was a very busy civil engineer who couldn't be bothered to do household chores. Mom was an abusive trophy wife who never could do a damn thing by herself, so Dad went and got the cheapest handyman he could find to placate her: Ed.
Dad used to pick Ed up on the highway outside his farm because he couldn't drive up the unplowed driveway to Ed's farmhouse. One time, while Dad was waiting for the little creep to stumble out of his farmhouse, he saw what he thought was a haunch of deer hanging in the open barn door. When Ed finally got to the car, Dad boxed his ears and read him the riot act for hunting out of season.
Towards the end of Ed's little reign of terror, Mom was all alone and pregnant with me while Dad was in Texas drilling an oil well. Dad called up a neighbor to go and pick up Ed and ask him watch over Mom because there wasn't anybody else he could get on such short notice. When the neighbor got to Ed's place, it looked like to him that every cop in the state was there and then he saw Ed being led away to a waiting paddy wagon in shackles.
It should not come as no surprise that Mom carried me for an extra month.
 
2009-10-30 03:18:08 PM  
Very short....

Being 600 ft away in the middle of the street when the first tower collapsed.
 
2009-10-30 03:18:45 PM  
Alright fark I got a story for you.

When I was about 12 I was sent on a camping trip (very much against my will) at a summer camp because my parents thought I was spending too much damn time on the computer. Admittedly, they were probably right. In any case, it was a YMCA Camp in california and there was an overnight hike from the main campgrounds all the way out to the beach. It happened to be in early august and coincided with the early August meteor shower so I thought it actually might be kind of cool. Well in trekking up to the sleeping area (about 1000 miles I think all uphill) I got seperated from the group for a couple of hours. I had no idea where I was, or where I was supposed to go. The paths diverged and twisted all over the northern california hiking trails and I became COMPLETELY lost. Somehow, by dumb luck, I ran into my group again while they were taking a break. Another couple of hours and we made it all the way out to the sleeping area, where we set up camp and laid out sleeping bags. I was beat, but I was still terrified about getting lost in the woods. I was sore, and I was laying on the ground and I just could not fall asleep, so I just stared into the sky and got a glimpse of a few meteors streaking overhead, which I thought was pretty neat. Then I saw something that I still cannot explain: A meteor made a sharp 90 degree turn. I saw one little UFO and my mama got scared and said "you're movin with your auntie and your uncle in bel air" I whistled for a cab, and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that cab was rare, but I thought nah forget it, yo homes to bel air! I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and yelled to the cabbie "yo homes, smell you later!" Looking at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of bel air.
 
2009-10-30 03:19:42 PM  
I used to do a lot of mountain biking when I was in high school. In order to get to the trails I had to go though a large grave yard.
One such time I was headed out to the trails and happened to look up about 30 feet away from me to my right, standing in front of a marker was a woman with a long flowing jade green dress I looked at her for a few seconds, but then my bike gears starting acting up on my bike I looked down to see what they were doing and when I looked back up a couple of seconds later she was nowhere in site. I stopped my bike and looked around there were no cars, the nearest tree line was a good 200 feet away and there were no markers large enough for someone to hide behind, she was just gone...
 
2009-10-30 03:20:45 PM  
This story didn't happen to me but one of my college professors told it several times and he tells it better, but I'll try!

So my professor was traveling with his family and stayed at the Gadsen Hotel in Douglas, AZ. It's supposed to be haunted and really old, etc. He and his wife were asleep in bed when he woke up to a strange presence in the room. He says he could detect that it was hostile and he felt uneasy. At one point, he couldn't even move at all from the bed, it had him in a stranglehold. Once he felt that he could move, he got up, walked around the room and finally got back into bed. This happened a couple more times throughout the night, the last time being when he felt that the presence wanted to kill him. Like really kill him. He couldn't move at all. When it went away, he got up out of bed and sat in one of the chairs in the room until morning. It gets better.

On that same trip, his family went on excursions, one to an old graveyard to look at old gravestones. I believe his mother found a stone and called them all over. She said "Look!" and there it was. A freshly dug grave, no one in sight, and his exact name carved into the stone. He still tells the story. And even better, he told this on a trip when we went to Douglas, AZ. One of the students didn't continue on the trip, so she flew home the next day. The only place for her to stay in town before she flew back home was in that exact hotel. He told us not to tell her that this was the hotel from the story. Apparently, she had forgotten.
 
2009-10-30 03:20:52 PM  

Kyndig: Ask, and ye shall recieve.

Original post by Quexy:


Psychosis or ghost story, I don't know.

When I was little, probably about four or five years old, I had an imaginary "friend" (I think.) It was yellow and about four feet tall (taller than me at the time), bipedal, and had oversized eyes that always looked straight ahead otherwise, relatively human and naked. I called the thing "Fishy..."


My God... it was a Shmoo!
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Hot like Ellen Muth in a School Girl outfit!
 
2009-10-30 03:21:08 PM  
A co-worker had posted yet another picture of her precious little snowflake in a mass email labeled as "urgent" . Deciding to show her how annoying these emails were, i logged onto the internet to rick roll my boss. I put together a tasty little virus that would force the video of rick into her web browser's homepage without allowing it to be changed back (being friends with the intranet admin. for the company helps). All i needed was to link the video. I went to pull up the Boobiesed rick roll I could find. Instead of finding the Rick Roll i for, i discovered that all of the copies of 'Never Gonna Give You Up' (along with every other video had been removed from the internet. I searched for hours on the internet using every search engine i could think of but it was no use. They were all gone. All except for one . . . how do you not have videos on the internet?
 
2009-10-30 03:21:17 PM  
Not a ghost story but it kinda freaks me out.
Apparently i was about 2 1/2 when i ran into my parents room and said " Theres a man at my window! theres a man at my window". My parents sent me back to bed, I came back saying the same thing two more times , this convinced one of my parents to get up an check and sure enougth as they turned on the lights they saw a man turn and run away from my window. They called the cops and found tracks in the snow outside my window.

This is true and a reason why i have not slept on ground floor bedroom the rest of my life
 
2009-10-30 03:21:33 PM  

blogma: Eventually, (after several sightings of the pilot and co-pilot from flight 401 appearing on the newer plane - both appeared inside the infrared oven)the Foster infrared oven was pulled off the plane when three flight attendants saw the ghostly pilot in the oven while they were trying to serve a meal to passengers.


Are you sure they just hadn't seen the pilot light?
 
2009-10-30 03:21:48 PM  
Years ago - This would have been the winter of early 1999, so it's been a while - years ago, I knew a boy. Now, he was a complete loser freak, but this isn't about him, really. He would stay long hours and we'd get up to stupid shiat.

One night, it was an ouija board. Now, I was big on the juju at the time, and thought I'd done it right. There were protective stones and all that jazz, two of us operating the board in a clear state of mind. No drugs, no alcohol. Just bored late-teeners/early twenties. Big, bright kitchen with a wide front window and a clear, lit view all the way down the hallway. These are important details.

It was a cold winter night, very clear, very crisp. No wind, no clouds in the sky, and it would have been about 1 to 2 am. What we got out of the board is mostly lost to me in the details. It wasn't much, I recall that, no real Captain Howdy moments, nothing particularly creepy, just a very surreal conversation about random things. But it didn't feel right, and after a little while of this, we put everything away in its boxes. Definitely didn't feel right.

I remember sitting there, both of us in silence. And we looked at each other, like, 'WTF... what's... what's this?' Never said a word, just that look. And we got up from the kitchen chairs and looked out the big kitchen window.

Every light we could see was out. No street lights. No porchlights. The stars were gone. It was just dark, like the world had gone dead out there. That was weird enough, and we stood there and just looked. But... we didn't feel alone, either.

Again, without a word, we turned around to where we could see down that hallway I mentioned. The clear, well-lit one?

There was something like a shadow in it. A black mass that blocked the view of the back of the hall. It lingered, I don't know how long. Just sort of there, skulking. We both watched it eventually dissipate and then totally vanish.

When we looked outside again, all the lights were back on.

He and I never talked about it again. But in the years after that, the neighborhood went downhill fast. We had arson next door, a kid suicided in the woods not a hundred yards from my house, it got really trashy.

And then, in winter of 2001, something 'attacked' the guy I ended up marrying as he was driving me home, just as we turned the corner of my little street. He slept with the lights on for a week afterward. I told him the story above afterward, not before.

We're five hours away from where all this happened now. I'm very much 'I want to believe' about the paranormal in general, with skepticism, but this event? I farking believe.
 
2009-10-30 03:21:48 PM  
A couple of years ago, a former friend of mine and me went to a local historic cemetery after dark to do some of our own ghost hunting. She took photos and I held the digital voice recorder in the hopes that we would be able to get something.
We walked along the paths and she snapped photos and I would just talk here and there to see if anyone would talk to us.
Hey, we watch the shows on SyFy... we know what's up.

As we continued on I told my friend that I had the feeling that there was someone else around us and that it felt like it was female. I started to talk to "her" and my friend would snap photos. I told her the general direction of the feeling - over by a gravestone - and she took photos of the gravestone. I talked and we walked closer to the stone so she would take pictures.
As we were walking, I said: "It's just weird because she seems to really be hanging around us"
We got a bit skeeved and started to walk away when I said: "Why are you hanging around? What do you want to say?"
We then walked a few more feet, still feeling the presence of this lady.
Once we got a little further than that, the feeling went away and then we decided to call it a night.
We both go to our respective apartments.
I upload the sound
She uploads the photos.

After a while of going through our own bits of information from the evening, we emailed each other at nearly the same time with: "Holy shiat!" in the subject line.
She had a photo of a very distinct orb. Not a translucent one that could easily be dust but one that was a ball of light that emitted it's own shadow on the gravestone we were both getting the feeling around.
Me? I had an mp3 that - right after I ask: "Why are you hanging around? What do you want to say?" you can hear - clearly - "I like you"

The gravestone we were both drawn to had the name "Mary" on it
 
2009-10-30 03:25:47 PM  

Byn: jadeblue: greenapple2step, that story makes me want to give you a hug.

Seconded.


I still hear the sound. Makes me all shivery.
 
2009-10-30 03:27:07 PM  
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2009-10-30 03:28:07 PM  
busy chillin'

[picture of the Haunt from Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark]


I loved that book when I was a kid (still own a copy), and that story in particular - it wasn't scary so much as it was moving, and a little heartbreaking. Made me cry when I first read it... though, in my defense, I was 9 at the time.
 
2009-10-30 03:28:16 PM  

Zanysportslady: Me? I had an mp3 that - right after I ask: "Why are you hanging around? What do you want to say?" you can hear - clearly - "I like you"

The gravestone we were both drawn to had the name "Mary" on it


She must have been Proud.
 
2009-10-30 03:29:19 PM  
Wasnt that from a book of scary stories we all read back in grade school?

if so, could you let me know the name of that book??? i'd love to check that stuff out again.
 
2009-10-30 03:29:49 PM  
Biological Ali
busy chillin'

[picture of the Haunt from Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark]

I loved that book when I was a kid (still own a copy), and that story in particular - it wasn't scary so much as it was moving, and a little heartbreaking. Made me cry when I first read it... though, in my defense, I was 9 at the time.


Nice! I loved that book too, but actually thought it was scary...though, in my defense I was 8 at the time.
 
2009-10-30 03:30:22 PM  

urger: And now for the weird part. Back in April I was alone in the building sanding drywall my brother had tapped and plastered


If my brother tapped a wall the night before I would hope he was plastered. I would also not be sanding it off. He made the mess he can clean it up. Now had he taped and plastered the wall that would be a different story. I'd be okay sanding that.
 
2009-10-30 03:30:40 PM  
phedex

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2009-10-30 03:31:53 PM  
phedex

I did that so fast that that looks like that happens to be a recording of the words...but there is an actual book.
 
2009-10-30 03:32:18 PM  
After my junior year of college I got an internship in Indianapolis for the summer. To split some of the costs I had a roommate in a studio apartment. We ate, slept, sat, etc in the one room space and both of our mattresses were on the floor.

A little about me. In college, I was 6'2, strong & athletic, studman69 etc etc. Scary movies usually don't effect me much unless it is one of those *LOUD NOISE AND FLASHING SCREEN RAAAH!* moments.. then I probably jump. I don't necessarily believe in ghosts and have only had this one experience.

One night while I was sleeping on my flat air mattress (thin carpet and concrete floor), I was tossing and turning to try and get comfortable. I got a glimpse of the red on my alarm clock and it was roughly 3am. Something else caught my eye as I was turning my head. It seemed like a black/grey cloud floating in the far corner in the ceiling. As i turned my head toward it.. expecting nothing to be there, it was still there and just hovering like a black fog .. just in the corner. The hair on the back of my neck instantly stood up and I froze ... this is not right. This 'fog' seemed to become aware that I was looking at it... the instant I froze, it began to grow/swirl...and it turned into a smokey skull and rushed toward my face like it was going to farking swallow me. At this point I literally yelled/screamed "NO!" and pulled the cover over my head fully expecting this thing to crash into me... nothing immediately hit. I spent the next what seemed like an eternity hiding under my cover with my eyes wide open and literally shaking with fear feeling the slightest pressures on the outside of the blanket... like it was trying to find an opening... making absolutely no noises.

It stopped after a while ... I didn't sleep ... and I only came out from under the cover when I heard my roommate up pouring his cereal. I asked him if he saw/heard anything the next morning. He didn't see anything or even hear me scream. I've never been more shaken up in my life and just thinking about it makes my hair stick on end all over again.
 
2009-10-30 03:32:26 PM  
Someone used to call our house and ask for my dad, a year after he got killed.

Not a ghost story, just some asshole.
 
2009-10-30 03:32:31 PM  

phedex: Wasnt that from a book of scary stories we all read back in grade school?

if so, could you let me know the name of that book??? i'd love to check that stuff out again.


Link (new window)
 
2009-10-30 03:32:32 PM  
bookmarked for later reading
 
2009-10-30 03:32:34 PM  
the copper queen hotel in bisbee, az is said to be haunted. i stayed there a couple of years ago, on the third floor. in the morning i got in the elevator to go down to the first floor. on the way down, the elevator stopped at the second floor... and the door opened... and nobody was there. then the door closed and i thought i felt a chill. then the elevator continued down to the first floor.

i still get chills thinking about it.
 
2009-10-30 03:35:02 PM  
I got no scary stories, unless you want to hear about my wedding day.

No?

All right then. Silver Shamrock time!

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2009-10-30 03:38:18 PM  

busy chillin': Biological Ali
busy chillin'

[picture of the Haunt from Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark]

I loved that book when I was a kid (still own a copy), and that story in particular - it wasn't scary so much as it was moving, and a little heartbreaking. Made me cry when I first read it... though, in my defense, I was 9 at the time.


Nice! I loved that book too, but actually thought it was scary...though, in my defense I was 8 at the time.


Don't get me wrong, a lot of the stories were terrifying and scared the bejesus out of me (or I guess the bemuhammad in my case) - but this one story in particular (titled The Haunted House, if I recall correctly) I found more sad than scary.

/off to check if I can find it on the internets and relive some childhood memories
 
2009-10-30 03:39:54 PM  
My family has always slept through the night. But not that night. I wake up on a Saturday morning to an odd sight. My father and my sister sitting at the kitchen table just talking away about nothing, this and that. My sister was about 10 or so, I was 12. It was about 7am and I ask them what they were doing.

Apparently my sister woke up, straight out of a dead sleep and decided she needed some water (never happened before) she walked past the bathroom (the usual water stop) into the kitchen. There she found my dad, also waking up just a few minutes before out of a dead sleep and decided he needed some water as well. He also passed the bathroom (the usual water stop). They just started to sit down and talk.

I asked what they talked about.

They said they talked about our last summer vacation and how it was good to see both Grandparents and spent a lot of quality time with them. Especially my father's mother (Grandma Smith) and how they got a REALLY good picture of my Grandma Smith and my sister hugging and smiling. They said that they had just been out here shootin' the breeze since about 4am.

So when the phone rang at 8am to tell us that Grandma Smith had unexpectedly passed away, and later the time of death on her death certificate was 4am...

So when people ask why I believe? That is one of the reasons.

/Something in my eye... why did they turn the A/C down so low?
 
2009-10-30 03:41:18 PM  

boluke01: phedex: Wasnt that from a book of scary stories we all read back in grade school?

if so, could you let me know the name of that book??? i'd love to check that stuff out again.

Link (new window)


I think I prefer the cover on the newer edition (which I ended up buying since I lost my childhood copy):

[image from vincesear.com too old to be available]

/don't ever hotlink as the hearse goes by...
 
2009-10-30 03:41:56 PM  
My family moved to Florida when I was 7 years old. We only lived there for 2 years, but it was Hell. Always hot and humid, and we were too broke to have air conditioning. I have my worst nightmares when I am hot, so basically I had non-stop nightmares for 2 years.

The worst one I can remember was when I was 7, and it started with me waking up. My brother and I slept in bunk beds. I was on the bottom bunk, and I woke up because something dripped onto my face. I was confused, and I wiped at it. It was too dark to see anything but a dark smear on my fingers. Then another dark spot splatted onto my hand.

I heard some movement out in the hall, and looked toward the open bedroom door just in time to see some sort of white shape go past. I thought maybe it was my mom and I wanted to call out, but I was gripped by a sudden fear - a certainty of danger. I also finally realized that what was dripping down from my brother's bunk must be his blood.

I pulled myself up to peek over the edge of the top bunk, and my brother was splayed open - completely eviscerated. I was in total shock. I remember dropping to the floor, thinking that I must be dreaming. But it seemed so real. I wandered through our house, but each room was the same. My sister, and my other brother lay shredded in their blankets. My parents were both ripped apart, the black stain of their blood spreading across the carpet in the darkened room.

Panicked, I ran out of the house into the predawn suburban street. I wanted to scream, but I was afraid something bad would hear me, and I couldn't figure out where to go. I thought about going back inside our house to use the phone, but when I turned back toward the house I saw blood running out of the front door. It gushed down the walkway to the sidewalk and out onto the street. The sky was turning a pale gray. I looked down the street and saw blood starting to pour from every doorway. Everyone was dead.

Then, down at the end of the street, I saw a white figure come out of the last house. It was tall and stretchy, with glistening maggot-pale skin and a misshapen lump of a head. The only feature I could make out was a black hole for a mouth that gaped and twisted as it turned toward me. I remember the sound it made - a sort of scream like a cat or a child. It started running toward me, and that's when I woke.

I'm surprised I didn't wake up in a puddle.
 
2009-10-30 03:42:14 PM  
I awoke from a horrible nightmare, I had been poisoned but I could not get anyone to listen to me, or even notice me, I was dying slowly but certainly the terror intense. it seemed like hours, the pain kept increasing until at last I died / awoke.

heart pounding, shakes and so on. I went into the other room to sit at the computer and perhaps play a video game to see if I could relax. Phone rings, it's my mom telling me that Grandma (who and been suffering from Alsheimers for five years) died about 30 min earlier that night.

after having a nervous breakdown over it, I ended up on meds that keep me from having nightmares.

unfortunatly, true.
 
2009-10-30 03:42:19 PM  
From 2 years ago:

Ashrams: Fark is going to discontinue the boobies threads.

Scarrier since it actually happened!
 
2009-10-30 03:44:23 PM  
I was swimming in a pool at night once at about age 12. There were several other people in the pool and we were just swimming and goofing around. I went underwater to dodge a thrown something or other and when I popped up out of the water, before wiping the water off the front of my face, I saw a pair of disembodied pitch black legs that appeared to made out of shadow and ending at a persons waist running very quickly across the pool deck outside the pool. When I wiped the water from my eyes and looked again, nothing there. It was very distinct and I'm nearly positive that I saw it and it wasn't just water or anything obscuring my vision.

Another scary thing that happened to me involved sleep paralysis. I was staying up into the AM hours with a friend and we were playing Ogre Battle for PS1. I had been watching him play, and then drifted off into sleep. Something happened in the game and he started talking to me, at which point my mind consciously woke up, heard and understood everything he had said. However, my body was somehow disconnected, because I couldn't open my eyes, open my mouth, or move in any way. I started freaking out and trying to talk or yell and I just made little murmuring noises. After about 30-45 seconds I fully woke up and was able to move and talk normally.
 
2009-10-30 03:44:33 PM  

caveney: and when he woke up in the morning she was still in his bed. AHHHHHH!

and then she wanted to make him eggs. AHHHHHH!

and he said "Oh I dont have time I got a meeting at 12:30"

and she said "I'll drive you there". AHHHHHH!

and he said "No no it's at my office it's like a half hour commute"

she said "I don't mind it's on the way to my kid's preschool" AHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

/Q


I was going to do that but I wouldn't have gotton it word for word.
Good Jorb
 
2009-10-30 03:45:17 PM  
When I was a wee lad of perhaps six or seven years of age, I had an experience that I will never forget.

My brother and I shared a room with two windows. My bed was directly adjacent to one of those windows, leaving me with a clear view of the nearby forest that bordered that side of the house. Since we lived in a rural area with very little nearby traffic, night noises consisted of the usual frogs, crickets, owls, etc. This sort of thing never bothered me and was actually pretty comforting.

One night, I went to sleep as usual. I remember waking up and sitting up in bed. I don't remember any particular sounds, but I do remember seeing a blueish light hovering outside of the window. The light was probably a few inches around, spherical in shape, and pulsed rhythmically. It was a few inches below window height. It moved from the right side of the window across to the left, and on around the house.

After I ceased being transfixed by the orb of light, I dove under the covers, shut my eyes, and tried to get back to sleep. I eventually did, but the image stayed with me. I never looked out of my window at night in that room again. When I changed rooms in the house after my brother and I grew up enough to need the space (or the parents decided to split us up from fighting all of the time), I avoided that side of the house. I kept the blinds drawn in my room all of the time.

From that point forward (even after moving out) I detested sleeping in rooms with windows. To this day, I do my best to make sure the curtains or shades are drawn in any room I sleep in. I'm also pretty freaked out by psychological thriller/horror alien movies/shows (parts of Signs, X-Files, etc)--though I may have been averse to them before that experience, I definitely was afterwards.

My explanations have been pretty limited. The only thing I can figure is that I was half-asleep and still dreaming when I woke up. I've been looking for the past few minutes online to try and find a horror movie that has something to do with an orb of light--maybe I had seen one, and it stuck with me? Fireflies are too small to produce that much of a flash of light, and they don't glow blue.
 
2009-10-30 03:45:34 PM  
I used to work in a Camera Shop/Photolab/Studio in Santa Monica Ca.

It has been around since 1946, and has a lot of stories. Anyone from SM will know the place.

Now I don't believe in ghosts, but there were so many weird coincidences and occurrences that happened there, that we started to refer to the Boulevard Ghost whenever something happened.

First thing happened my first day there:
We used to do charge accounts and had plastic cards that we would run on an old credit card slider. My boss pulled a random card, and ran it.

The card, out of the several hundred was my grandfather's who had a charge there, and had been dead 4 years.

I once mentioned a friend I hadn't seen in 3 years one morning. He walked in 30 minutes later. I hadn't even known he was back in Cali.

My boss was flipping through some old consignment documents, and I asked what he was doing, he said "looking though some old pape... woah" he showed me the paper, right as I asked him he was on a 4 year old consignment slip from before I had worked there.

My boss once bought a rare camera on ebay that he had always wanted, and no-one had come in to sell. An hour after he won the auction a guy comes in with the exact camera to sell.

Another time, I came in after 3 days off, and saw that someone had put up a picture of my guinea pig that had died a couple years before. I asked where they had gotten the picture, and my coworker showed me a single cut negative she had found while tearing apart a counter that had apparently fallen out when I had picked up my film years before, and she liked piggies, so she made a print of it.

I could go on, but I am no tolstoy
 
2009-10-30 03:46:27 PM  
I like to mumble "Ia Ia Cthulhu F'htagn! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn" as I walk by people at this time of year.
 
2009-10-30 03:46:36 PM  
In 6th grade my friends and I got together to play the usual Halloween games likes bloody Mary, light as a feather, etc. This time we decided to play Cat Scratches. I had my girlfriend lay on her back and put her head on my lap as I told the story of a cat mutilating his master. After we chanted cat scratches three times and stood her up, she had claw marks on her back and began to go into convulsions. Scratch marks started to appear rapidly all over her body. We panicked. It took us about 4 minutes to snap her out of it.
 
2009-10-30 03:47:42 PM  

farm machine: urger: And now for the weird part. Back in April I was alone in the building sanding drywall my brother had tapped and plastered

If my brother tapped a wall the night before I would hope he was plastered. I would also not be sanding it off. He made the mess he can clean it up. Now had he taped and plastered the wall that would be a different story. I'd be okay sanding that.


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2009-10-30 03:47:52 PM  
This is the scariest one of all:

There are no ghost. When someone dies it is over. Oblivion. That's it.

And that's the story that frightens me the most.
 
2009-10-30 03:48:14 PM  
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He was elected and then re-elected AAHHHHHH!
 
2009-10-30 03:48:19 PM  
I went to Bible College for a year. Bob Jones to be exact. If that doesn't scare the hell out of ya, nothing will.
 
2009-10-30 03:48:22 PM  

ObscureNameHere: I am waiting for the story from the Farker (from last year, I think) of the guy driving through the desert between LA and Vegas. IIRC, he came across an 'accident' but decided not to stop. Once he swerved around it, he saw a bunch of folks stand-up in the grass beside the road.

Ok, it was scarier when he told it.


OH I know which story you mean! It is absolutely bone chilling, and has possibly made me a bad Samaritan, I doubt I would ever stop for anything even remotely resembling that scenario.
 
2009-10-30 03:48:24 PM  
I had sex with Amy Winehouse.
 
2009-10-30 03:48:48 PM  

danwiseman: Alright fark I got a story for you.

When I was about 12 I was sent on a camping trip (very much against my will) at a summer camp because my parents thought I was spending too much damn time on the computer. Admittedly, they were probably right. In any case, it was a YMCA Camp in california and there was an overnight hike from the main campgrounds all the way out to the beach. It happened to be in early august and coincided with the early August meteor shower so I thought it actually might be kind of cool. Well in trekking up to the sleeping area (about 1000 miles I think all uphill) I got seperated from the group for a couple of hours. I had no idea where I was, or where I was supposed to go. The paths diverged and twisted all over the northern california hiking trails and I became COMPLETELY lost. Somehow, by dumb luck, I ran into my group again while they were taking a break. Another couple of hours and we made it all the way out to the sleeping area, where we set up camp and laid out sleeping bags. I was beat, but I was still terrified about getting lost in the woods. I was sore, and I was laying on the ground and I just could not fall asleep, so I just stared into the sky and got a glimpse of a few meteors streaking overhead, which I thought was pretty neat. Then I saw something that I still cannot explain: A meteor made a sharp 90 degree turn. I saw one little UFO and my mama got scared and said "you're movin with your auntie and your uncle in bel air" I whistled for a cab, and when it came near the license plate said "Fresh" and had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that cab was rare, but I thought nah forget it, yo homes to bel air! I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and yelled to the cabbie "yo homes, smell you later!" Looking at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of bel air.

 
2009-10-30 03:49:00 PM  

PenguinTheRed: 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.

This disinclination saved his life. 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."


That creeped me the F out. Thanks :)
 
2009-10-30 03:49:40 PM  
~!~``voices say ifyouare reading this post and weari9ng a d@ark color(ed shirtyou will be& dead by tomorro^w m$orning?:"
 
2009-10-30 03:50:00 PM  
I was jarred awake earlier this week by the sound of a male voice saying "Hey (my name)" "Hey" woke me up, and I was already looking around by the time I heard "(my name)".

Freaked me out man.
 
2009-10-30 03:50:01 PM  

Agent Nick Fury: Me and two buddies took a raod trip through Northern Spain on our bikes and for some unknown reason ended up in a small town between Cordoba and Toledo.

Why we picked that certain dirt road I have no idea but it was about five miles long and dead ended right in this village.



Approves:

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2009-10-30 03:50:43 PM  
Someone once came up to me and said ...


"Did you see American Idol last night?" I ran away from them as fast as I could. Since I do not have an relatives in Bel Air I was forced to listen to them for a whole 2 seconds... 2 SECONDS of my precious life that I want back....
/right after I get back from the gym
 
2009-10-30 03:52:06 PM  
SpinalTapp: [Pic of Harold from Scary Stories]

Holy christ that story kept me up for weeks when I was a kid.
 
2009-10-30 03:52:25 PM  

Action Replay Nick: One time the girlfriend and I were traveling in between Florida and Baltimore to visit family for the holidays. We were about halfway through the drive when it started getting late, and we decided to pull off the highway and find a place to sleep.



Your story blows.
 
2009-10-30 03:52:54 PM  
A story from my childhood (not particularly scary, just rather unexplainable).

I was living in Birmingham, AL. This is, oh, 1975 or so. My sister had always believe in/claimed she saw ghosts there.

We had a den downstairs with your standard analog-controlled TV set; rotary knobs for channels and volume.

Anyway, one day my family and I are watching TV and the sound goes off. Not particularly bizarre in that day and age. So we sat for a few minutes waiting for it to come back on again.

It didn't.

Finally my dad gave up waiting and went up to the TV to fiddle. And lo and behold! the volume knob was turned all the way down!

Booga booga!!

/ sorry, that's the best true one I have :)
// i could make something up if you makes you feel better!
/// booga!
 
2009-10-30 03:54:47 PM  
Stephen King's, Salems Lot scared me so bad as a 12 year old boy. I was the only one on the second floor of my house as a kid and was petrified of going down the dark stairs at night in fear that someone removed some of the steps.

I have re-read the book a few times and always make sure I am on the ground floor before I start reading it.
 
2009-10-30 03:54:51 PM  
I remember dreaming I was walking somewhere, and ended up descending into Hell for some reason. This was way before I read Dante's Inferno, or played Diablo.

As I walked deeper and deeper, things got worse. Stone walls became covered in blood, then turned to writhing flesh. Strange sounds echoed throughout, cackles and moans and screams of terror. Suddenly a huge horned demon came around the corner and began laughing at me, the sound drowning out the other noises, echoing throughout Hell. I bolted down a side path, running as fast as I could.

I became cornered at some point, after somehow fighting my way through past some strange glowing orbs and things I have thankfully forgotten. As a last desperate plea I began reciting the Lord's Prayer.

Instantly, time stopped.

Now it was my voice that boomed throughout the halls and corridors. I stopped saying it but the echo continued, repeating "Our Father, which art in Heaven, Hallowed be Thy Name..." over and over and over.

Nothing was there except me, peace, and the sound of the prayer being recited by my echo.

I was still trying to find my way out when the walls started moving again and the echo began to corrupt. The voice became menacing, even mocking in tone, yet the prayer continued.

I woke up at that point.
 
2009-10-30 03:55:33 PM  
once i took a huge dump and looked in the toilet and nothing was in there.
 
2009-10-30 03:55:37 PM  
This story isn't from me but a psychology professor who was the local "ghost buster." He'd investigate paranormal claims and help people "get rid of the ghosts" (which were usually easily identified as an overactive imagination or other simple explanations). He had a few great stories, but this one is my favorite.

One day, several years ago now, he got a call from a couple living in an old farmhouse outside the big city. They didn't want to bother him--they didn't mind the strange little things--but once the horrifying specter appeared, they decided it was time to get some help.

So one fall evening a few days later, he drove up to the century old farm house, bringing his basic tool kit: a notebook and tape recorder. Invited into the kitchen, he sat down, turned on his tape recorder to keep a record of everything, and heard the couple's story. They were both visibly frightened, but the wife began; the husband seemed lost for words.

"There's something in the attic. An evil spirit. It doesn't want us here" she started. Well, the professor had heard this many times before. Being polite, he asked "Why do you say that?" "Because nothing works in the attic. Everything goes a bit crazy. And you feel very weird, scared, like something is watching you. And we hear noises, like something running around, though not any usual creature, more like a man. But last week, my husband went up to grab something and saw its face in the little window. I've never seen him so scared! He nearly had a heart attack! That's when we decided to call you."

The professor looked at the quiet husband, who seemed to have turned very pale in the last few minutes, clearly still terrified by his experience. Nothing out of the ordinary, he figured. Just people's imaginations. After asking a few more simple questions to get the basic details, he asked to be shown the place where the horrifying figure had appeared. Very reluctantly, the husband led the professor to the attic stairs.

The professor brought along the tape recorder, keeping a running dialogue. "Okay, so we're heading up the stairs now into the attic. Half way up, almost there... now we're inside."

The husband pointed to the window where the terrifying figure had appeared--"It looked almost like a werewolf. ...the most evil face I have ever seen." The professor looked to see what might have caused a reflection but found nothing. And with the snow that had fallen just before the incident, it was clear nothing had wandered outside the window either. So he headed back down stairs. "And now we're coming back out of the attic. ...halfway down, and we're out."

He left the couple an extra tape recorder to capture the noises in the attic, asking them to hold it up near the ceiling whenever they heard them. About a week went by and he hadn't heard from them so he called to ask how things were. Had they not heard any more noises? "No, it's happened several times. We checked the tape to make sure it got them okay, but it was always static. The recorder never worked, though it worked fine if we just talked to it." Intrigued, he pulled out his own recording. It worked fine: the conversation in the kitchen, "we're heading up the stairs. Half way up" --then several minutes of silence passed. "...and we're out of the attic again." His didn't work either, but only in the attic.

He knew it was very unlikely for two tape recorders, that were working perfectly, to both stop working only when near the attic. So he called back to set up a time to return to the house and investigate further.

On the day he was to go back and visit again, this time with more sophisticated equipment, he called to check that the time was still good, but the phone promptly replied "this line is not in service." Confused, he drove out at the appointed time only to find a smoldering ruin. He managed to track down the couple a week later and asked what had happened. The wife replied succinctly, "it didn't want us there anymore. It knew what we were doing, and the day before you were coming back we were out running errands, and when we came back, the house was half burned down. They say it started in the attic."

True story.
 
2009-10-30 03:56:48 PM  
One night, not long after Tupac died, I was at home, playing around on the piano. I learned to play when I was little but stopped taking lessons. I can still play some things by ear though. So anyway, I don't know why, but I decided to play the piano part for "I ain't mad atcha". I played it a few times, until the hanging ceiling light overhead popped and then blew out. I jumped off the piano stool about 10 feet. Not knowing what to do, I ran to the other side of the room. Freaked out, I was like, OK I need a distraction. I know! I'll turn on the stereo. "I ain't mat atcha" started to play. Damn near pissed my pants.
 
2009-10-30 03:57:17 PM  
Then the hood slammed crushing his skull.


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2009-10-30 03:57:29 PM  

The_Driver: This is the scariest one of all:

There are no ghost. When someone dies it is over. Oblivion. That's it.

And that's the story that frightens me the most.


Not really, I would be more annoyed with the lag and the words 'Loading Cell' every minute or so. Plus, having all the creatures level up with me would get tiresome. But the scenery would be darn pretty and I would always have pleasant walking around music. Until there was Danger! And then the cellos would warn me.
 
2009-10-30 04:00:52 PM  

Cagey B: nygenxer: My unemployment runs out on December 26th and I will be homeless in January.

Outstanding, you'll have some good ones for the thread next year, then. All the cool supernatural, evil stuff always happens to homeless people. No one believes them, you see.


You're an asshole.
 
2009-10-30 04:01:07 PM  

PenguinTheRed: They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."


That gave me chills. Nice one.
 
2009-10-30 04:01:08 PM  
This one's not mine, but my grandmother swears by it:

My grandfather's sister was taken very young (30's) by cancer. the night before she died my grandmother says she woke up in the middle of the night, woke my grandfather and said "call your parents and go to your sister now, she won't make it another day." My grandmother is not one to make up stories, and in general doesn't believe in ghosts or psychic abilities, so take of it what you will.
 
2009-10-30 04:02:22 PM  

colon_pow: once i took a huge dump and looked in the toilet and nothing was in there.


Obviously you were so scared your shiat turned white.
 
2009-10-30 04:04:09 PM  

ObscureNameHere: The_Driver: This is the scariest one of all:

There are no ghost. When someone dies it is over. Oblivion. That's it.

And that's the story that frightens me the most.

Not really, I would be more annoyed with the lag and the words 'Loading Cell' every minute or so. Plus, having all the creatures level up with me would get tiresome. But the scenery would be darn pretty and I would always have pleasant walking around music. Until there was Danger! And then the cellos would warn me.


But conversations would be limited to "I saw a mudcrab the other day".
 
2009-10-30 04:04:10 PM  

Biological Ali: phed


both of you linking that, rule. Thanks a ton!
 
2009-10-30 04:05:55 PM  
Ahh love the stories, here are mine, they are true and actually happened.

So this was around 2005, and I was living alone (first time always had roomates or lived with a girlfriend) so I am not sure if that had an effect on my mental state at the time of these occurances.

Anyways I would be laying in bed, either asleep or just coming out of a waking sleep and I would see something. It started out small, seeing little black furry animals skitter along the floor. I would watch intently as this thing moved (longer animal with a tail could have been a squirrel) to my eyes this thing was clearly there it would stop moving and I would slowly grab a pillow and throw it at the creature then get up and turn on the light to check out it was.. nothing.

things slowly escalated from there, same situation would be in a waking sleep, but I would watch shadowy people at my doorway to my room I would stare at them and they would slink out of view, it was quite disturbing so I would turn on the lights and explore the apartment and of course find nothing.

the next one was quite interesting, I woke up and looked at the door to my room and there was a naked woman there, she stood there looking at me, now this wasnt a shadowy figure this was a full on person lots of detail clear as day (tho its night) I stared, blinked stared , this woman was stacked too so I wasnt too upset of her presence, she turned and walked out the room, and I said "Wait you dont have to leave" I got up walked around the apartment and of course, nothing was there. I laughed about it and was kinda disapointed as well. haha

the last time it happened maybe was a week or two after the woman. This time I awoke and felt something, wrong. In the past the things I saw didnt really give me a vibe other than ..hey what are you doing here. Not this time, I woke up and by my bed turned away from me (side of the bed one side is against the wall the other faces my dresser, etc) was an old woman, she was wearing a long grey dress and had ratty hair, I never saw her face because she wasnt facing me but her hands seemed to be busy doing.. something. This for some reason triggered a serious fight or flight reaction in me, and my reaction was pure fight, she was doing something evil and I had to stop her. Within seconds of me waking to this old woman I leapt, and I mean LEAPT out of bed and swung a haymaker at this old evil biatch.. from behind no less, when you are fighting evil who cares about fighting fair. This punch was amazing and it flew right the thin air where this woman was. Due to the shot of adreline my body produced so I could do battle I was instantly fully awake and looked around my room, there was nothing to be found. I sat down on my bed turned on the light and just shook my head in disbelief on what I just did.

After that tho.. I never saw anything like that again, and I lived in that apartment for 3 years.
 
2009-10-30 04:07:16 PM  
One day, I went to www.fark.com and ... it ... was ... REDESIGNED!!!!
 
2009-10-30 04:07:59 PM  
When living out my angst years in the basement of my parents home here in VA, I had 2 experiences of with the same thing I really want to attribute to a slip of the eyes. Lying awake late one night about the age of 14, I attempted walked the 10 feet out of my bedroom in order to use the restroom. Not one step out of my doorway I startled to a stop and I am starring directly at (as far as I could tell) a true to life, non transparent little girl or maybe 4-7 years old in a light blue dress with yellow rosey like flowers patterned all over it (looked like it was from the 60s or earlier... a sun dress or w/e). I was the youngest and last child in the house and it's well after my parents had gone up to bed, so rather then call out... I freeze. I stood there 30ft from this little kid just watching the girl watch me, surrounded by silence for one of the longest minutes of my life. I Don't remember exactly how many times I moved my gaze only to find it going right back to this kid. She eventually runs or maybe skips a few feet around this bend in our living room and I loose her from sight, but she was kinda fading at that point too. I didn't chase her to see if she was still there but when I got the nerve up about half an hour later to explore the basement more I thankfully never saw her.

A year or more later and I'm lost in a dead sleep. Its very early in the morning and uncharacteristically wake up to see this girl in the doorway of my room starring at me. I can see the same dress even better this time and I can more easily tell she's Caucasian with hair that mostly matches the yellow flowers, but I can't easily make out a face. She has one but I just can't see the features. So under a minute passes and I'm beginning to do the involuntary falling back into sleep when I jolt out of bed and some adrenaline starts pumping full fight or flight only to find shes gone. So that one could have been a dream, but I don't usually remember my dreams, certainly I never wake up form them. If it was a dream then it was a dream within a dream about this ghost. She/it didn't come off as directly scary or intimidating, but the absurdity of it gets me a bit to this day.

/little girl
//no or undefined face
///vivid blue & yellow flower dress burned into mind forever
 
2009-10-30 04:08:23 PM  

bighairyguy: One day, I went to www.fark.com and ... it ... was ... REDESIGNED!!!!


You'll get over it
 
2009-10-30 04:09:05 PM  
Some really good stories in this thread!

I remembered another appropriate one, but it happened to my father. In January 1983, his father, who had never been particularly healthy, had horrible emphysema at age 77 and was in the hospital w/pneumonia. One night, I heard my father scream out, "Dad!" I looked at the clock and it was almost 2am. I got out of bed to see what happened and my father rushed by me, went into the kitchen, and grabbed the phone. He dialed the phone in my grandfather's room, but nobody answered. Then he called the nurse's desk.

My grandfather had passed away just before 2am.

My father, who was NOT prone to stories, swore that he saw his father standing at the foot of his bed, saying goodbye.
 
2009-10-30 04:09:49 PM  

Ennuipoet:
About five minutes later, the red light is back in another portion of the alert area, in shining through the windows of the dining facility for the pilots, another area that is closed at night. By this time, we have all forty people on full alert, every road cop on duty is there and the officer in charge of the shift witnesses the light in the windows. We surround the building, close off every exit and send in the other dog handler who was with me (I was the junior guy and not very experienced). He sweeps the building from top to bottom, in the middle of the sweep his dog alerts just like outside the fence, he cuts his dog off leash and orders it to attack (this is a shoot to kill area---basically we could shoot first and ask questions later except no one ever actually saw anything they could shoot) his dog charges down the hall barking like crazy and he sees the redlight (I didn't see this, but the I knew the guy well and he swore this happened) it flares brighter and then disappears--his dog just stops and sits down, just like at the fence.


By the way, I posted my story and then scrolled back up to start reading previous stories. Yours probably gave me chills more than most of the ones I read--something about those weird colored lights, huh? How big was the red light?
 
2009-10-30 04:10:17 PM  

The Third Man: I was working on my doctoral dissertation here alone at the office late one night a few years ago. I'd been here for two hours and it was close to midnight. The office was locked shut and I could see my car alone in the parking lot, and the campus was completely deserted.

Now the office is in an old tin building that creaks loudly when the wind blows. It was a cold, windy night, and the roof was creaking louder than ever. The wind blew so hard that it felt as if the walls were shaking.

Suddenly I could hear a voice. It was very faint and at first I didn't realize it was there over the roof creaking, but when the wind stopped blowing, I could definitely hear it. After a while I stopped and looked around the rest of the office. Nobody was there. But I could hear that voice. It was low and deep and menacing, and I couldn't make out any of the words. I shouted out, "Who's there? Hello?" No answer. The voice kept going unabated, almost robotically single-minded.

I will admit there were some moments of panic.

Then the wind stopped for a longer time and I could start to make out words. Weird words. "Indent one half inch." "Return new paragraph." "Superscript three end superscript." Panic was replaced by confusion. Out of force of habit I opened up the task manager screen on my computer (as you do).

Somehow I had enabled the text-to-words program. Microsoft Word was reading my dissertation back to me.


I had a very similar experience with the words-to-text feature. I somehow had managed to turn it on and I have a bad habit of talking out loud to myself when I'm alone. It took me a few frustrating minutes to figure it out. Especially, because I don't enunciate well and am not too conscious of my own gibberish when talking to myself.
 
2009-10-30 04:10:44 PM  

TheHateMonger: ObscureNameHere: The_Driver: This is the scariest one of all:

There are no ghost. When someone dies it is over. Oblivion. That's it.

And that's the story that frightens me the most.

Not really, I would be more annoyed with the lag and the words 'Loading Cell' every minute or so. Plus, having all the creatures level up with me would get tiresome. But the scenery would be darn pretty and I would always have pleasant walking around music. Until there was Danger! And then the cellos would warn me.

But conversations would be limited to "I saw a mudcrab the other day".


*voice drops to a whisper*
They say that if you murder someone, the Dark Brotherhood comes to you in the night!

How are you?

Look at the muscles on you!
 
2009-10-30 04:10:52 PM  
Shouldn't voting be enabled?

No?
 
2009-10-30 04:11:44 PM  
My now wife was contracted to a hospital in Memphis about 10 years ago, and was put up in a nice corporate apartment on Mud Island. I had a week off work, so went down to visit since I had never been to Memphis. I brought my PC along with me to keep occupied during the day and get some work done because there's only so much to see down there.

At any rate, I have the PC setup on the kitchen table. It's a beautiful sunny morning, windows open up on the second or third floor of this build. I'm surfing the web looking for some things to go do. I'm sitting with my back to the wall. To the right is the kitchenette, to the left is a blank white wall.

Out of nowhere I get this just bizarre feeling like something is really wrong...the closest I can come to describing it is once having been wakened by a minor earthquake in the middle of the night I just had no idea immediately what the fark was happening, but knew something wasn't right and that it was highly unusual. Bad description, but I've never felt anything like this before or since and it's the best I got. It was just an overwhelming, crushing feeling that something is very, very wrong.

Anyway, this feeling just hits me with a ton of bricks. I put both hands on the table after a few seconds to push my chair back so I can stand up. Out of the corner of my eye to the left where the blank white wall is I think I see something. I look over, and plain as farking day there is a kid standing right there, right up against the wall looking at me not 5 feet away. Blonde, and he's in what looks like a suit or one of the school uniforms they used to make kids where back in the day.

I shot up so quick I hit the table full on so hard I tipped over my CRT monitor. I literally screamed like a biatch and stagger backwards into the kitchen and fall straight on my ass. I sit back up to keep crab walking back into the kitchen, and the farking thing was gone.

I grabbed my car keys and got the fark out without a second thought. No brave search, no inquiring minds need to know, I just fled. I called her on my cell in a panic and she met me outside her office. I was scared almost senseless over it and couldn't even tell her the story at first.

I have no idea what it was...ghost, demon, my imagination, but I have absolutely no way to explain it. I never believed in the supernatural or gave it a second thought. I never watched much in the way of scary movies, and there was no stupid story I'd heard about the place being haunted or any of that crap. My wife had been there for months without anything odd going on. It was the middle of a sunny spring morning. I tried to sleep there that night and couldn't, and said fark it and headed home the next day and I've never returned.

To this day I still can't even begin to explain how bad the feeling was right before I looked to my left. It was absolutely horrible.
 
2009-10-30 04:12:08 PM  

eraser8: Shouldn't voting be enabled?

No?


But...I thought you disabled voting...
 
2009-10-30 04:12:46 PM  
One night when I was about 7 or 8 my two sisters were making too much noise in the adjacent room and I couldn't go to sleep. With years of experience ignoring noises manufactured by children, my parents were able to go to sleep somehow and had long stopped yelling at them to cut it out. I had these toys, can't remember the name of the line, but basically there were different sets of spacecraft parts and you could make different configurations with them. I had two spherical glow in the dark pieces from one of the sets, and as I lay there in torment trying to go to sleep, I notice them on the floor and my plan hits me. I put them on my eyes and squinted to keep them in place. Then I slowly walk into my sisters' room (no lights were on in the house btw, of course this whole scheme wouldn't work if otherwise). I come in with my head down and they began their usual GTFO routine. Then I stop and raise my head in their direction. And then they start screaming. And screaming. And I start walking towards them. Got close enough for my oldest sister to whack me in the head. To my dismay one of the thingies fell out, but it actually added to the effect and they started screaming louder. They were full of pure terror when at last I finally plucked the other one out and yelled "shut the hell up!" and went back towards my room as my dad was all like "WTF don't make me come out there!" from behind the closed door to my parents' room. We'd seen plenty of stupid horror movies and such and nothing ever really bothered any of us, but that got them. I dunno if it was my acting or what, but I didn't make any noises, and just slowly shambled. Not a "zombie walk" or anything, but just a not in a hurry to kill someone kind of way. Wasn't scary for me but they bout soiled their linens. Can you imagine your innocent little bro/sister/child/whatever pulling that crap on you?
 
2009-10-30 04:12:47 PM  
In high school we lived on a farm where I had a few weird things happened.

When I was little maybe from 4-8, I used to turn around and see a shadowy figure about my size quickly duck back behind a doorway or corner.

In high school, I was in my bedroom packing up to go to a bible camp for the weekend and had a friend over with me. We were the only one's home and we both heard someone very clearly call my name from downstairs. I assumed one of my parent's had come home, so I went to the top of the stairs and yelled "WHAT!" just like we always did. No response. No other cars in the driveway. I went back to packing and we both heard my name again. I went and yelled "WHAT" again, and still no response, and nobody had come home.

Still don't know what happened, but we both heard it and still talk about it.
 
2009-10-30 04:13:04 PM  
got pushed down some steps by one at my best friend's house. that ghost is a dick.
 
GCD
2009-10-30 04:13:17 PM  
I never believed in ghosts until I ended up spending the night in a haunted house.

Two friends of mine (both female) were house and pet-sitting this old farmhouse while the couple that owned it were out of town. They called a few of us over to have a BBQ and from the second I stepped inside the house I felt strange.

I made an off-handed comment about how the place is probably haunted and the two girls who were house sitting went pale and could barely speak.

They asked me how I knew the place was haunted and then they started rambling about how all this weird stuff had been happening since they got there.

To this day, I think they "released" something into the home by what they did - Right in the entryway was this smaller door that lead to an extremely narrow staircase. I asked what it was and they told me that it lead to the "second attic" (apparently older homes had two?) and that the owners told them that no one had gone up there and no one should go up there.

So, in their infinite wisdom, they had gone up there and looked around. This attic housed old furniture that was covered by sheets. They removed the sheet from a large piece that turned out to be a mirror...and this is when all the shiat started hitting the fan.

The first thing that happened was in the master bedroom, the dresser drawer belonging to the wife kept opening. This wasn't any drawer, it happened to be her underwear drawer. They kept closing it and kept coming back to find it open. Eventually, they closed it and came back to find the drawer under it open - the drawer contained scalpels and various other sharp objects (The home owners were both veterinarians).

I didn't believe it, so I went upstairs, closed the drawer and went back downstairs. No sooner than I had got downstairs, we heard "footsteps" upstairs. Thinking it was one of our friends pulling a prank, we yelled her name...and she yelled back from the room next to us. She wasn't upstairs at all.

By this point, everyone was terrified. I went upstairs, looked and sure enough the drawer was opened again. I decided it was best if we left it alone.

Next was the basement.

Being an older home, it didn't have a concrete basement. It was one of those old basements that were dug out. To get downstairs, you had to lift a "door" that was actually on the floor and descend the staircase. This door was in the pantry area of the home.

This door refused to stay closed. It was CONSTANTLY open and in the basement, there was a single light bulb hanging there that was constantly on.

After closing the door and turning the light switch off, I returned to find the door open and the light on. I went downstairs and unscrewed the bulb enough that it went off, but didn't come out of the socket, came back up and closed the door. Later in the evening, one of the girls went out into the pantry and found the door open and the light on. She confirmed with me that I had unscrewed the bulb. I went back downstairs (with the light on) and when I got to the light, it was still loose enough that it shouldn't have been on. I was able to give it three turns back into the socket.

At this point, I decided to call it an evening and went outside. I got into the car and started it up, turned it around to go down the long driveway and something extremely white and extremely bright ran across the front of my car towards the house. It scared the shiat out of me, but I thought that I was hallucinating from having spent an evening with a bunch of freaked out people. I thought for sure that the light of my headlights had bounced off the propane tanks that they had on the property and caused a reflection.

I got out of the car and looked for the tanks...and found them - BEHIND the car...my headlights would never have shined on them at all.

At this point, things weren't adding up to me, so I went back inside to talk to the girls. They were terrified. They had heard some really odd noises when I went to leave and they demanded that I stay the night with them and "No" wasn't an option.

I decided to stay the night and the next morning, awoke to a scream. One of the girls had woken up with the cat in her bedroom...the bedroom on the second floor of the house, that had the door closed for the night...and the cat was the very cat that we had sent outside for the night, which all three of us had seen happen.
 
2009-10-30 04:13:49 PM  

brap: And they say at night, when the moon is full, you can still hear the mournful wails of the repeatedly antagonistic one-note negative-attention starved douchebag that used to frequent the politics threads.



GaryPDX: Once upon a time this guy got elected on two words, hope and change. Little did people know he was going to crash America. Then the zombie apocalypse began because the government wanted to make all your healthcare decisions for you. So they tried fear and panic so people would sign up for their 2000 page indoctrination manual on being a good health care citizen of the state.

The pyres of the dead lit up the sky, it was mid evil.

/WOLVERINES!
//The end.




Whoa. Whoa. Did anybody else hear that?!

I just got serious chills.

/sleeping with the light on and a Foobies tab open tonight.
 
2009-10-30 04:14:25 PM  
A couple of years ago I was living with a friend in a 3 bedroom house that I had recently bought. We used the third bedroom as kind of a music room with his drums, my guitar, some monitors and other music equipment. We played quite a bit.

One night me, my roomie, and another buddy went out to eat and have a few drinks. When we came back, we walked in the front door, me first, and heard what sounded like my acoustic guitar being strummed. Not a song, but just a few notes. I immediately turned around to my friend that was right behing me and asked, "Did you just hear that?". Without hesitation he said, "The guitar?".

So we all walk into the music room to find everything just how we had left it with my guitar leaning against the wall in the corner. Thinking that maybe the opening or shutting of the front door had caused the wall shake, and in turn make the guitar shake and make noise, we experimented with opening and slamming the door shut only to find that there was no way in hell that the door made the guitar play.

Over the course of the time that I was living in the house, I had multiple friends on completely separate occasions claim they heard something or felt some sort of ghostly presence around.

I'm not a big believer in this kind of stuff, but that was wierd. I never personally had anything else happen to me while I was there, but I also didn't care. If there are in fact ghosts, I don't mind their company as long as they don't fark with me too much.
 
2009-10-30 04:16:01 PM  

ObscureNameHere: TheHateMonger: ObscureNameHere: The_Driver: This is the scariest one of all:

There are no ghost. When someone dies it is over. Oblivion. That's it.

And that's the story that frightens me the most.

Not really, I would be more annoyed with the lag and the words 'Loading Cell' every minute or so. Plus, having all the creatures level up with me would get tiresome. But the scenery would be darn pretty and I would always have pleasant walking around music. Until there was Danger! And then the cellos would warn me.

But conversations would be limited to "I saw a mudcrab the other day".

*voice drops to a whisper*
They say that if you murder someone, the Dark Brotherhood comes to you in the night!

How are you?

Look at the muscles on you!


YOU SMELL OF DEATH. BEEN CONJURING UP DEAD THINGS LATELY?
 
2009-10-30 04:16:12 PM  

vossiewulf: Action Replay Nick: vossiewulf: I've never seen anything particularly scary, but my mom lived in a row house in Baltimore for a few years that she insisted was haunted.

Every middle aged or elderly woman in Baltimore insists their house is haunted.

They also insisted that they are of some fractional percentage of Native American lineage (they usually insist they are something like 1/32 Blackfoot).

Possibly, but my mom wasn't that type. And as noted, I've wandered around a shiatload of houses, many of which were very old, in the dark or near dark at 4am, and walking by the cellar in that row house is the only place to have ever bothered me; I've never in my life had a feeling of something massively threatening being behind me like that. Imagine being absolutely certain that a 7 foot tall zombie with extra waving tentacles was six inches from the back of your neck in total darkness, that is what it felt like.


Actually, there is some evidence that electromagnetic fields can produce just that sensation of formless terror. See this article on the New Scientist website (new window).
 
2009-10-30 04:16:40 PM  

Frosty_Icehole: One night when I was about 7 or 8 my two sisters were making too much noise in the adjacent room and I couldn't go to sleep.


I'll say if for everyone else: Giggity.
 
2009-10-30 04:18:14 PM  
I remember a ghost dog from when I was a little kid. I could only see the dog in my peripheral vision. As soon as I moved my eyes to focus directly on it, the apparition would disappear.

Now that I'm an adult, I think it was just my mind playing tricks...because I really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really wanted a dog.

/I still love dogs
 
2009-10-30 04:18:35 PM  
My apartment in Luxembourg was in an ancient, pre-WWI building. The insides had been completely renovated, but the facade was still the original stonework. It was actually really pretty.

Anyway, I don't really believe in ghosts, but I still got freaked out there a couple of times.

Shortly after I moved in, perhaps two weeks or so, I was awoken from my sleep by someone knocking at the window (ground floor apartment). I got out of bed and opened the window only to find no one there. It was four in the morning, no less. The knocking hadn't been in a dream; it had kept going after I had gotten out of bed. It stopped the instant I opened the curtains.

A few days later, it happened again. This time, thinking it was a prankster knocking on the ground-floor window, I yelled out something in my not-yet-decent French. It immediately stopped.

The knocking at the windows happened every couple of nights, and every night would stop the minute I said something, or the minute I opened the curtains. Sometimes the knocking would continue right up until I got to the curtains to open them; there wouldn't have been time for someone to run away. There was never anyone there.

Also, once or twice, I would come out of the bathroom, and the TV would be on. I watched TV over there about as much as I watch it here, so I don't know why or how it had gotten turned on.

Finally, though, the thing that freaked me out the most: I was sitting on the bed one night, playing on the internet. The knocking starts at the window, and I tense up. Right after the knocking starts, the TV turns itself on, and then the knocking stops. I didn't touch the remote (it was on the other side of the room).

I still don't know what happened. Possibly steam in the radiator pipes and power surges for the TV, but it was still creepy.
 
2009-10-30 04:18:48 PM  
Four years ago my granddad passed away suddenly and none of us got the chance to say goodbye. A few days afterwards a nEaster card showed up at my house. It was weeks late. I opened it and it was from my granddad saying Happy Easter and telling me how proud he was of me and how much he loved me.
Shocked the hell outta me and now I got something in my eye.
 
2009-10-30 04:19:23 PM  

colon_pow: the copper queen hotel in bisbee, az is said to be haunted. i stayed there a couple of years ago, on the third floor. in the morning i got in the elevator to go down to the first floor. on the way down, the elevator stopped at the second floor... and the door opened... and nobody was there. then the door closed and i thought i felt a chill. then the elevator continued down to the first floor.

i still get chills thinking about it.


Oooh. I've heard of the "Damn, this elevator is taking forever. Guess I'll just walk down the one flight of stairs to the lobby" ghost. Spooky.
 
2009-10-30 04:19:28 PM  
I caught this actual video of a rocking chair moving on its own:

Rocking chair moving

If you look closely at the end I think you can see the ghost moving away from the chair. See what you think.
 
2009-10-30 04:20:06 PM  

theinsultabot9000: YOU SMELL OF DEATH. BEEN CONJURING UP DEAD THINGS LATELY?


Adds a new twist to: "You have my ear, citizen."
 
2009-10-30 04:22:02 PM  
The toppings contain potassium benzoate!
 
2009-10-30 04:24:19 PM  

Lloyd Braun: The toppings contain potassium benzoate!


Is that bad?
 
2009-10-30 04:24:38 PM  
My scariest story.
I was 16 and my girlfriend bought me a white urine soaked stick with a plus sign on it.
The END!
 
2009-10-30 04:25:34 PM  
I forgot to add another good part of the seance story. The seance lady started talking about how the dog Casey always barks towards the top of the staircase at my mother-in-laws house. A couple family members on the "other side" said that that was just them messing with the dog. How would this seance lady have any idea about this?

Also, pretty sure I saw a ghost once at my old house in KC. I came home and opened the front door and there were no lights on in the house, just a little ambient light from outside illuminating the rooms. There in front of me about 8 feet away was a "darker than dark" silhouette of a man standing there. I gasped and turned around and exited the house. I said WTF and took a deep breath. I had to go back in, so I reopened the door and it was gone. Then a few weeks later my girlfriend (now wife) and I were sleeping in a room and heard a huge bang like a rock had crashed in thru a window in the room next to us. I opened the door to the room expecting some sort of damage, and nothing was to be found. That was weird.

And a funny ghost story of the same house is one night when the landlord was out of town we thought our friends were having sex all night. We heard moans and groans of passion... so the next morning we gave them sh*t about it. They thought we had been having sex all night. Sadly none of us had sex that night. That was weird too.

We moved out as soon as the lease was up.
 
2009-10-30 04:25:34 PM  
If anyone has ever been to the Lemp mansion here in St. Louis, there should be a ton of stories from that place. I sure got one for this thread:

It all started as my friends and I decided to take a tour of the place. Tours normally run on Monday nights for $20, so we said, "Eh, why not." The tour leader was a professional psychic who has supposedly contacted the members of the Lemp family many times before.

So anyway, she starts the tour with a little run-down of the history of the place, the many suicides, and so forth. While she is giving this talk, we hear glasses clanking in the bar across from the hall, even though we were all in a living room across from it. As she was wrapping up her talk, she attempted to contact a few spirits, and with that, we heard many creaks, doors slam upstairs, and footsteps. An overall creepiness ensued.

After the intro, we were split into two groups and were given a walking tour of the place. The place is HUGE and has all antiquated furniture and paintings, makes you appreciate the times gone by, and the history of the place. I took a random picture looking down a hallway, and the pic I got from my digital cam must have had the biggest, brightest orb i've ever seen in photography in it.

When the tour was about over, we were brought into one of the upstairs bedrooms, where apparently some of the craziest stuff is said to occurr. We were told to sit in a semi-circle in this tiny little room facing the doorway. The psychic woman then turned the light off so that you could just barely make out the room from the street lights from outside. At that, I remember her say something to the open air, basically to the tune of "there's people here to see you", and with that, I shiat you not, I see this black shadow enter the room and move toward the center. To better describe it, it was either a black mist, or vail, from what I remembered. I still have the image in my head, and still can remember feeling that initial "What the hell is that" emotion you sometimes get.

Everyone needs to try the Lemp mansion for dinner, great fried chicken, and great spooks!
 
2009-10-30 04:26:00 PM  
My freshman year of college I was on the swim team. Every Saturday in the winter I'd need to be up at 5:45 to get on the bus to go to our swim meets.

One January morning when only athletes and a RAs were allowed on campus I woke up as I usually did, but expected to go back to bed due to a snow storm the night before.

I went outside to meet some of the ladies on the team that lived in the building next door. One of the girls asked why I got up early and left. I looked at her with a very confused look on my face. She explained that she saw a man outside the mail entrance of the building at 5:30 when she woke up. He was just standing there for a while. After she got dressed, she looked again, thinking it was me waiting for her. He was gone.

I told her that I just got up and had not yet been outside.

By now the other two ladies I'd walk with to meets and practices came out to meet us. One of them said she thought it was me as well. The third girl turned white and said she knew who we were talking about.

Her dorm room was right outside the main door, one level up. She explained to us that every once and a while at night she'd hear (along with her roommate) someone pacing outside. She asked if it was a man in a longer coat and fedora smoking a pipe. One girl (the first one I met)said she only saw a man standing there. The other one said that the person she saw did have a longer coat and men's hat on.

The third girl said that it was the "Smoking Man" an apparition she has seen several times. The building was a female only dorm so no man would be standing outside. We dismissed what she said and walked over to the spot where the girls said they saw the guy.

No foot prints. Remember it had snowed the night before. We all looked at each other, said nothing and walked the several blocks to the bus, never speaking of it again.

Turns out part of the building was used as an on-campus infirmary during the 1918/1919 flu pandemic.

Later on that year I heard a girl in the say her roommate moved out all the sudden because she saw a man's face on her wall.
 
2009-10-30 04:26:58 PM  
abc.net.auView Full Size


The scary part is that they made a sequel...
 
2009-10-30 04:27:33 PM  

grizzlyjohnson: I caught this actual video of a rocking chair moving on its own:

Rocking chair moving

If you look closely at the end I think you can see the ghost moving away from the chair. See what you think.


Bastard! And I knew EXACTLY what it was & was TOTALLY waiting for it--and I still jumped a foot off the chair.
 
2009-10-30 04:29:06 PM  
True Story:
I am a manager at a 3 movie theaters back home. Each theater seems to have its own story of misfortune. I will tell you all about one of them...

One night, after all the shows got out it is customary to re-thread the projectors for the manager the next morning. So as I am threading the last projector all the way down at the end and the light goes out. This happens all the time since it is an old building. So I take out my flashlight and throw the breaker (it is right next to the projector). The light goes back on. I finish threading the projector and turn to walk down the projection booth back to the office. I look down towards the door and in the door is the figure of a man. I thought it was an employee or another manager that didn't leave. So I call out "Hey!" and the figure starts walking towards me. I turn off the lights behind me since there are a series of lights above the booth. As the figure passes the first projector the lights in the theater (which were previously off) turn on. And the second one and so on. It was at this point that I could make out the face of the figure, or lack there of. I froze. The figure stopped walking towards me as it approached the stairs in the middle of the booth. He stops, puts his left hand out towards me, and the room gets cold. All the lights go out in the booth. I grab my flashlight and point it in the direction of the figure. It was gone. I run around turning the lights on in the booth and turning the lights off in the theaters.

My misfortune was not done yet...

I get done upstairs. I check the booth over again just to be sure no one was there. I turned all the lights off. I walk downstairs to do my last check to make sure there was no one in the theaters. I check all the theaters and there is nothing wrong. As I am walking back up the hallway towards the lobby I noticed all the lights in the first 3 theaters are on. I am fed up at this point...So I find the light switch (which was in the off position) on then off in each theater. As I am walking out the door I give one last yell "Is anyone in here?" to which I get a response. A loud bang comes from up above. As the bang happens, the lobby lights flash on and off in a strobe-like pattern. From everywhere I hear a voice "Magnus!" (I still have no clue what "Magnus" means...). I turned around, walked out the door, locked it and ran to my car.

I called the manager the next morning and they said that everything was fine, all the lights were off and there was nothing out of place.

This is a completely true story. It is just one of the many many stories that involve ghosts, me, and a movie theater. The other ones are a bit more complex and strange.

Eallra Hālgena ǣfen!!!
 
2009-10-30 04:29:32 PM  
I was five years old and I was out at the back of the apartment next to the canal that was gator infested. My neighbor and her daughter had spotted a family of ducks, and began to feed them. I was unsupervised by my own parents. I began to feed the ducks with them. I wanted desperately to pet one of these cute little ducks, but the neighbor lady had been insistent on saying, don't get to close, they're in the water. So we're feeding these ducks, and all of a sudden they decide to call it quits. So they go inside their apartment, and I'm left alone with these ducks on the bank of a canal. I go forward to pet on of the baby ducks, and I tumble head first into this murky, algae-scum laden canal. I don't know how to swim. Instantly I'm panicking. I manage to come to the surface, and I start pulling at the bank of the canal. I'm pulling at anything I can. I'm pulling at the grass, but the grass breaks and I plunge back down. It was a very steep bank, with a shear "cliff" if you will, even an adult couldn't really pull themselves out easily. I'm panicking to the point that I can't even scream. I'm sure I'm going to die. This felt like an eternity. I was probably doing this for 3 minutes. All of sudden, the neighbor lady comes back out...a moment of fate...she realizes I'm a dumbass child and that I'm unsupervised, can't swim, and how curious I was to pet those ducks. I hear a door shut, I scream, "help, help". She pulls me out of the canal. She saved my life. Then I began crying profusely. I got my ass whooped real bad that night. My parents had company over and I walk in the apartment and say I almost drowned. Their embarrassment had led them to beat the living shiat out of me. Needless to say I can swim like a farking fish now.
 
2009-10-30 04:29:58 PM  

ObscureNameHere: TheHateMonger: ObscureNameHere: The_Driver: This is the scariest one of all:

There are no ghost. When someone dies it is over. Oblivion. That's it.

And that's the story that frightens me the most.

Not really, I would be more annoyed with the lag and the words 'Loading Cell' every minute or so. Plus, having all the creatures level up with me would get tiresome. But the scenery would be darn pretty and I would always have pleasant walking around music. Until there was Danger! And then the cellos would warn me.

But conversations would be limited to "I saw a mudcrab the other day".

*voice drops to a whisper*
They say that if you murder someone, the Dark Brotherhood comes to you in the night!

How are you?

Look at the muscles on you!


It's nice, though, because you can just create equipment to give you chameleon above 100 and then do whatever-the-hell you want.
 
2009-10-30 04:30:08 PM  

brigid_fitch: grizzlyjohnson: I caught this actual video of a rocking chair moving on its own:

Rocking chair moving

If you look closely at the end I think you can see the ghost moving away from the chair. See what you think.

Bastard! And I knew EXACTLY what it was & was TOTALLY waiting for it--and I still jumped a foot off the chair.


Same here - in fact, I hit the mute button in anticipation of what was coming. Unfortunately, my laptop already was on mute, which meant that I had unwittingly restored it to full volume.

/still shaking a little
 
2009-10-30 04:30:36 PM  
When I was a kid, maybe 10 or so, I was at my friend's house on Hallowe'en. It was dark, and we were waiting for her parents to get home so we could go trick or treating. We heard an explosion and saw white light flash outside as the power went off. There was a group of 5 or 6 big teenage boys outside with long guns, and they had intentionally shot out the transformer at the end of her driveway.

We were absolutely terrified that they were coming to kill us. Instead, they just walked around the neighborhood shooting at transformers. The police never did come out, either.


/no, I did not grow up in Detroit
 
2009-10-30 04:30:44 PM  

Kyndig:
....filling the entire doorway at many times it's normal size, was Fishy, staring down the father's back. It wasn't scary, so much as irritating.

We moved away from there less than a year later.


That story is going to give me nightmares for the rest of my life.
 
2009-10-30 04:32:12 PM  
I work in a building that's a whopping 2 years old but it's in an 1890s gold camp. Most of the buildings are said to be haunted. Well so is this one. When you're by yourself you can hear very loud bangs like something fell over. But nothing has. I have a bank of lights that is not on a dimmer switch that dim out and then get brighter. Just that one bank. But the thing that bothered me the most was one morning after a snowfall, I looked out the back door and saw these footprints that came from down the hill right up to the back door. I went outside to look but the footprints did not go anywhere else. There weren't any extra people in the building either and the back door had been locked. That was weird.
 
2009-10-30 04:32:31 PM  
Cool stories, bros.

But, I should note that almost every story here can be explained by a combination of selective memory, Pareidolia, the ideomotor effect, and sleep paralysis.
 
2009-10-30 04:33:42 PM  

stev6801: My scariest story.
I was 16 and my girlfriend bought me a white urine soaked stick with a plus sign on it.
The END!


They sell things like that? 'Cause I want to send one to my ex.
 
2009-10-30 04:33:48 PM  
This is a short, right to the meat version of story I recently posted elsewhere.

Basic story. 1995. East Village NY Bar. Playing a newly mixed demo tape of my band in a bar that had a ghost which my then GF saw one time. She was the bartender. We were alone and she was behind the bar closing up.....

The tape was playing for about a minute, when all of a sudden, I felt really cold and couldn't move. I was paralyzed. It was frightening. I couldn't hear a thing, but I knew I was saying something. The way it felt was like something moved into me. The incident took just a few seconds. As the feeling moved out of me, I freaked out and at the same time Lynne spun around with a horrified look on her face and demanded to know, "What the f**k just happened?

I said I didn't know and and explained what just happened to me. I asked what she heard and she said, "You screamed, 'Turn that off!' But it wasn't your voice."

We were both incredibly freaked. She said, "We're getting out of here right now. I can come back and finish up tomorrow morning."

If you're interested, here's the whole thing. Link (new window)
 
2009-10-30 04:33:54 PM  

ferretman: Very short....

Being 600 ft away in the middle of the street when the first tower collapsed.


me too. right behind the church.
 
2009-10-30 04:34:05 PM  
I worked in a retirement home for about 2 and a half years, saw some pretty odd stuff. We would get reports from the residence of passed away residents wandering the halls at night. I personally never took any stock in it, but one night I was sitting at my desk in the back office, all the doors were locked and no one else was in at the time. As I am sitting working (fark), a 10lbs emergency medical box managed to land behind me pretty loudly. The only thing is, it is kept on a shelf, around the corner. Freaked me out pretty badly.
 
2009-10-30 04:34:26 PM  

schezar: Cool stories, bros.

But, I should note that almost every story here can be explained by a combination of selective memory, Pareidolia, the ideomotor effect, and sleep paralysis.


debbie downer
 
2009-10-30 04:34:38 PM  
YASID:

Does anybody remember a creepy story that circulated a while back about some guy and his friend who went spelunking, found some small crack in a cave they couldn't fit through, proceeded to widen the hole until they could fit through it and then were haunted by some sort of nasty spirit for weeks afterwards? I also remember something about a round or wheel-shaped stone...

Anyway, it was spooky and I've never been able to find it again, but I'd like to give it another read, what with Halloween and all.
 
2009-10-30 04:34:45 PM  

TheHateMonger: It's nice, though, because you can just create equipment to give you chameleon above 100 and then do whatever-the-hell you want.


I don't like Chameleon at all, as I like to see the character walking around from time to time. I found it makes combat difficult as well.
 
2009-10-30 04:34:57 PM  

meg12279: got pushed down some steps by one at my best friend's house. that ghost is a dick.


Everybody, spit on Meg.
 
2009-10-30 04:36:00 PM  
John Stalvern waited. The lights above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were demons in the base. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to Cernel Joson were not listenend to and now it was too late. Far too late for now, anyway.

John was a space marine for fourteen years. When he was young he watched the spaceships and he said to dad "I want to be on the ships daddy."

Dad said "No! You will BE KILL BY DEMONS"

There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the space station base of the UAC he knew there were demons.

"This is Joson" the radio crackered. "You must fight the demons!"
So John gotted his palsma rifle and blew up the wall.

"HE GOING TO KILL US" said the demons

"I will shoot at him" said the cyberdemon and he fired the rocket missiles. John plasmaed at him and tried to blew him up. But then the ceiling fell and they were trapped and not able to kill.

"No! I must kill the demons" he shouted

The radio said "No, John. You are the demons"

And then John was a zombie.
 
2009-10-30 04:36:31 PM  
I have quite a few, but I don't talk about them with people. They're just too weird.

But I'm PumpkinCake here, so what do you know?

So there was one time I was playing Black&White, and all of a sudden there were these whispers: "deeaaaaattthhhhh...." they just kept happening. Completely freaked me and my husband out.

Turns out my village was dying, and the sound on the computer was super low, and it was just part of the game. But we joke about "deeaaaaatttthhhh" all the time now.

On a more serious note:
My grandmother died about a year ago. She didn't want a funeral or memorial (we're a small, fractured family), so her partner said we would just release a white balloon at 6pm on a certain day, at our own houses. That seemed fine.

Okay, so I'm not good with times, and I knew I'd forget. So I'm sitting at the kitchen table working on my laptop and the kids are playing outside. I'm just working away, and all of a sudden, it is really cold. Those of you who have felt this cold know what it's like. This was during the summer, just for the story. So, I knew what it was, and I look up, and it's 6pm. Grandma was just reminding me (which she was good at).

So we got the balloons, wrote notes on them, and let them go.
 
2009-10-30 04:36:32 PM  
Bonus points if you can make it scary and Rule 34 it.
 
2009-10-30 04:37:11 PM  
the last man on earth sat alone in the room.


there was a knock on the door
 
2009-10-30 04:37:40 PM  

mistrowl: YASID:

Does anybody remember a creepy story that circulated a while back about some guy and his friend who went spelunking, found some small crack in a cave they couldn't fit through, proceeded to widen the hole until they could fit through it and then were haunted by some sort of nasty spirit for weeks afterwards? I also remember something about a round or wheel-shaped stone...

Anyway, it was spooky and I've never been able to find it again, but I'd like to give it another read, what with Halloween and all.


Google "Ted the Caver" or something like that.

Also, there was a good creepy "photo" thread I saw once. The set-up was that someone had found a digital camera and uploade the pics. The cool part was in one photo -- in the background -- was a 'creature' of some sort. Then the pics become more blurred and frantic and the last ones are at night in the woods. A well done job by whomever conceived the gag.
 
2009-10-30 04:37:41 PM  
This is my third post of the unexplainable so now I'm really starting to freak out.

This is not a ghost story but still eery/unexplainable nonetheless.

I distinctly remember back in 2003, one night I was sound asleep and just jolted awake for what I thought was no reason. I look at my alarm clock to see what time it was and not two seconds later, the power cuts off then back on. So now the clocks flashing 12:00. I sit upright wondering what are the odds that I'd wake up just before something like that? Just then outside my window, just behind the nightstand that has the alarm clock, I see a super bright light (like stadium lighting) kind of slowly pulsing. I remember asking myself "am I dreaming this?" And stood up. I was definitely awake. I ran out of my room and down the stairs to the first floor to open the front door and look outside. I swing open the storm door and just then the light flashes kind of like a camera flash and vanishes. I have never felt terror like that before. For the next few days I kept checking the news to see if anything happened that could explain it....'Til this day I have NO earthly idea what the hell it was.
 
2009-10-30 04:38:21 PM  

ObscureNameHere: desert


This. That was the best story ever.
 
2009-10-30 04:38:21 PM  

schezar: Cool stories, bros.

But, I should note that almost every story here can be explained by a combination of selective memory, Pareidolia, the ideomotor effect, and sleep paralysis.


Have you heard the one about the unrepentant killjoy who was found dismembered in his/her place of residence?

/kidding
 
2009-10-30 04:38:41 PM  

darkmayo: schezar: Cool stories, bros.

But, I should note that almost every story here can be explained by a combination of selective memory, Pareidolia, the ideomotor effect, and sleep paralysis.

debbie downer


I know most of my terrifying experiences are from night terrors. It doesn't make them any less terrifying.
 
2009-10-30 04:38:45 PM  

mistrowl: YASID:

Does anybody remember a creepy story that circulated a while back about some guy and his friend who went spelunking, found some small crack in a cave they couldn't fit through, proceeded to widen the hole until they could fit through it and then were haunted by some sort of nasty spirit for weeks afterwards? I also remember something about a round or wheel-shaped stone...

Anyway, it was spooky and I've never been able to find it again, but I'd like to give it another read, what with Halloween and all.


Link (new window)
 
2009-10-30 04:39:26 PM  

schezar: Cool stories, bros.

But, I should note that almost every story here can be explained by a combination of selective memory, Pareidolia, the ideomotor effect, and sleep paralysis.


My sleep paralysis story:

In 1992, I was having a really tough time because my dad had terminal cancer. I was lying in bed praying that he would recover or that at least he would not suffer. Kind of bargaining with God, all that. I heard the distant sound of marching feet approaching, hundreds of marching feet. It got louder and louder and seemed to come in the window and curve around to the left side of my bed. I had a crushing sensation on my chest and looked down to see a dark, figure on my chest that looked like a tree stump in a black cloak. It turned itself toward my face and right before it turned enough for me to see its face, the (by now thunderous) sound of marching feet stopped instantly and the figure was gone.farking terrifying.
 
2009-10-30 04:39:30 PM  

brigid_fitch: grizzlyjohnson: I caught this actual video of a rocking chair moving on its own:

Rocking chair moving

If you look closely at the end I think you can see the ghost moving away from the chair. See what you think.

Bastard! And I knew EXACTLY what it was & was TOTALLY waiting for it--and I still jumped a foot off the chair.


Happy Halloween! Heh, when I found that video I was looking for something else entirely so it didn't cross my mind it would be "one of those." I started watching it and it dawned slowly like..."oh, this is probably going to...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!"
 
2009-10-30 04:39:41 PM  
I hate to say this, but I must point out that it appears some of you have serious mental problems and should probably talk to a doctor.

Sometimes, a "ghost story" or "freaky happening" is a result of mental illness.
 
2009-10-30 04:39:53 PM  

Biological Ali: schezar: Cool stories, bros.

But, I should note that almost every story here can be explained by a combination of selective memory, Pareidolia, the ideomotor effect, and sleep paralysis.

Have you heard the one about the unrepentant killjoy who was found dismembered in his/her place of residence?

/kidding


oh my god, they killed buzz killington?
 
2009-10-30 04:39:54 PM  

GoSurfing: ObscureNameHere: desert

This. That was the best story ever.


Could anyone here direct me to the story in question? I'm really quite intrigued now.
 
2009-10-30 04:40:31 PM  
A friend of mine just scolded me for reposting my Ed Gein story again. She complained that it was about a serial killer and that if I knew a Halloween-type scary story, I should tell it.
And I shall.
My grandfather was Scottish and a firm believer in the Little People. Even after he had immigrated here from Scotland, he kept up the traditions that he had grew up with, such as leaving saucers of milk and bourbon on the back porch.
One story that he liked to tell was the one about the man who wanted to find a country where no one ever died:

There was a shepherd that married a wife of whom he was very fond of. But after awhile his wife died. The shepherd put his wife into a sack and wandered away looking for a place where no one ever died. He wandered for awhile, looking for a place where there were no graves. At last he came to a goblin village where he saw that there were no graves. So he remained there, as the guest of the mayor of the goblin village. The mayor made up a feast for him and offered him the first piece of a roasted leg.

"Where is my wife?" asked the shepherd between bites.

"This is her leg," said the mayor, "the rest of her is still in the kitchen," pointing to a door at the back of his dining hall.

That was when the shepherd learned that anybody who fell ill here, was killed and eaten, and that was the reason why there were no graves here. So the shepherd ran away in the night back to his own people and never ventured outside his pastures again.
 
2009-10-30 04:40:37 PM  

mistrowl: YASID:

Does anybody remember a creepy story that circulated a while back about some guy and his friend who went spelunking, found some small crack in a cave they couldn't fit through, proceeded to widen the hole until they could fit through it and then were haunted by some sort of nasty spirit for weeks afterwards? I also remember something about a round or wheel-shaped stone...

Anyway, it was spooky and I've never been able to find it again, but I'd like to give it another read, what with Halloween and all.


Ted the Caver (new window)

Totally not true, but a good read anyway.
 
2009-10-30 04:41:36 PM  

ObscureNameHere: TheHateMonger: It's nice, though, because you can just create equipment to give you chameleon above 100 and then do whatever-the-hell you want.

I don't like Chameleon at all, as I like to see the character walking around from time to time. I found it makes combat difficult as well.


But with chameleon over 100, nobody realizes you're there. Like a ghost! Excecpt a ghost that can shoot an arrow into somebody and their only reaction will be to run a few yards away.
 
2009-10-30 04:41:39 PM  

gardenfreshtomatoes: stev6801: My scariest story.
I was 16 and my girlfriend bought me a white urine soaked stick with a plus sign on it.
The END!

They sell things like that? 'Cause I want to send one to my ex.


Whoops. Read that as "sock"
 
2009-10-30 04:42:07 PM  

Agent Nick Fury: Me and two buddies took a raod trip through Northern Spain on our bikes and for some unknown reason ended up in a small town between Cordoba and Toledo.


You must have been really lost as Cordoba and Toledo are in SOUTHERN Spain.

/sorry
 
2009-10-30 04:42:12 PM  
Last year we bought our first house. Everything was ok at first, I don't remember anything spooky. I'm sure anything weird we just attributed to getting used to the sounds and sights of this new place.

A few months after living there, my 2 year old wakes up in the middle of the night calling for us. We were still up, so I left the living room and went to check on him and get him back to sleep.

He was upset by "the people" in his room and wanted me to hold him. I get pretty easily freaked out, but I had to be dad and get the kid backed to bed without much lasting emotional damage, so I playfully start asking about the people - like how many, what they look like, and so on.

Soon, I ask where they are and he just glances for a second at the corner of the room and then back to me, eyes wide and panicky. So, to make sure, I pointed at the corner and said, "There?"

He grabbed the finger I was pointing with and pushed it down so quickly it scared me and yelled "Don't!" I did it a couple more times, not tormenting the kid, I just didn't understand what was going on. And each time he got very angry and upset, and more scared as he grabbed my hand and yelled "Stop daddy!" or "No no no no no..."

I finally told him, speaking loudly and clearly that there couldn't be anyone else in the house except him, me, Mommy, and his little brother. And if anyone else WAS in the house, they didn't belong and needed to get out and never ever come back. By the time I finished I was yelling.

As soon as I was done speaking, the lights in the house all flickered and we heard the loudest BANG I have ever heard - like a gunshot - come from our back door down the hall.

He's never said he's seen them again, but he still remembers, and I definitely do too. Sometimes on the way to bed he still asks, almost 2 years later, if the people will be there.
 
2009-10-30 04:43:37 PM  
It was late on a Sunday morning, and having stayed up very late the night before, I was in no hurry to wake up. The house was silent, but there were the usual morning noises coming in from outside. I turned over onto my back, eyes still shut. My nose itched. Just as I was about to scratch my nose, a cold, clammy hand began to grab my throat!

My eyes flew open, and I bolted upright, my heart pounding, as I frantically looked around for my attacker, but no one was there.

It was then that I realized that I'd been sleeping on my right arm, and it was completely numb from just above the forearm all the way down to my hand. The ghastly hand was my own. I'd raised my arm to scratch my nose, and my numb arm (chilly, from the lack of circulation) had freely swung down at the elbow so that my hand landed on my neck.

Complete terror, followed by total hilarity. I kinda wish I had it on film.
 
2009-10-30 04:44:32 PM  

JimG521: Last year we bought our first house. Everything was ok at first, I don't remember anything spooky. I'm sure anything weird we just attributed to getting used to the sounds and sights of this new place.

A few months after living there, my 2 year old wakes up in the middle of the night calling for us. We were still up, so I left the living room and went to check on him and get him back to sleep.

He was upset by "the people" in his room and wanted me to hold him. I get pretty easily freaked out, but I had to be dad and get the kid backed to bed without much lasting emotional damage, so I playfully start asking about the people - like how many, what they look like, and so on.

Soon, I ask where they are and he just glances for a second at the corner of the room and then b