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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  
www.abc.net.au

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!"
 
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