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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):

/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!


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.
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

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  
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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.

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.">
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 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 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  

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?

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?


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?
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