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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 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.


Poor tyke.

:(
 
2009-10-30 04:45:12 PM  
This was horrifying and funny.

I grew up in South Texas in old house. It was during the summer and the A/C was not working so all the windows in my room were open. As I fell asleep, I had a dream that I was in a battle with a vicious big cat. Life or death battle, it culminated with me grabbing the cat by the tail, swinging it over my head and smashing its head on the concrete porch of the house. When I did this, its head shattered like a glass ball with thousands of shards flying everywhere. To my horror, where every shard landed, a plant pod sprang up and inside the pod you could see a baby cat being formed in the pod.

I woke up terrified, out of breath and covered in sweat. At the moment, the family cat sitting outside my window, meowed to let him in the house. That sent me flying across the room to get away from the window, then I laughed my ass off.
 
2009-10-30 04:45:13 PM  
multipurposesolution: 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


I was stationed in Cadiz.

/I too am sorry
 
2009-10-30 04:45:53 PM  
This is a true story, so I don't want to hear any naysaying ok?
Halloween of 2000, I went to this party with my friend Will.
Everyone at the party get this idea to go out to this old abandoned school on the edge of town.

Lucky for us, this chick I had been dating is there and offers to give us a ride over,
in her parents Oldsmobile. So we hop into the
car and head over to the site where
everyone is parked in front of this sign that says
No Tresspasing.
So we all pile out of the cars and my friend
Erik breaks this chain off of the front door.

People are all
laughing and joking as they walk through the door
and this kid I didn't know gets
the bright idea that we should all dare
each other to do some scary stuff.

So I dared this kid to go down into the basement
and he says "no problem" and runs off by himself
into this dark stairwell and everyone watches him go
down into the basement until they can't see him anymore.

For awhile, we all just sat in silence waiting for him to
return, but after maybe 10 minutes had gone by
everyone started to wonder what happened to him
So just then, we hear there really
high pitched shrieking sound.

Almost everyone just turned around and ran for their cars
nobody but me and Will stuck around to see what was really going
down. I felt sort of responsible though.

Then the weirdest thing happened.
Hot air blows up from the cellar, and I mean this was a cold night in a cold building
Everyone was gone by then so this next part nobody believes us about.
Really though, it was one of the scariest
events I've ever lived through.

Will says, "DUDE, I think I see somebody's
eyes down there?" And sure enough there is a pair of
red glowing orbs hovering about 5 feet off the ground and maybe
eighteen feet away from us.

Don't care what you say, you'd turn and run at this point to.
I grabbed Will by the arm and turned around to run, only down the hall there is this
creature crawling toward us. I don't mean like a frickin dog or cat, I mean like an
evil hellish demon creature.

I don't really know what to do but
now I start to panic

the thing starts skittering over to us with
hunger in it's demony eyes and all I can think about is if I'll
ever get out of this building alive

my buddy Will started crying and
i think he was muttering a prayer or something. We both started
running toward the door, but just then a section of the
roof colapsed on Will, so I stopped to help him but the thing just kept crawling toward us.
once the creature came near, it opened it jaws and spoke clearly
"READ ONLY THE FIRST LETTERS!"

My appologies to anyone else who told this same story better than I could. I wrote it before I finished reading the thread so I see there a few variations on the theme already...
 
2009-10-30 04:45:56 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.


You should also note that pissing in everyone's cornflakes because you're jealous of the cool kids having fun is what gets you stuffed into trash cans and lockers every day in jr. high.
 
2009-10-30 04:46:09 PM  
Thanks DBC :D
 
2009-10-30 04:46:49 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.


Like The Enigma of Amigara Fault?
 
2009-10-30 04:47:03 PM  
...and capnmonkey. heh
 
2009-10-30 04:47:18 PM  
Ennuipoet: 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.
We're you stationed at Blythville, AR? That's the only one I know of in my area of Arkansas.
 
2009-10-30 04:47:28 PM  
One time I was camping and kept hearing sounds so my brain told me it was a ghost because the brain is programmed to assume the worst in uncertain situations, i.e. when its dark and you hear noises that your eyes cannot explain.

I wish it had been ghosts, because whatever we heard that night wound up eating some of our food and making a mess. Unfortunately, ghosts don't really exist so I had to assume it was raccoons. Speaking of raccoons, I just saw one last week eating the cat food I had put out for the feral cats right next to my back door. When I opened the door, he tried to come inside my house. I thought raccoons were naturally scared of humans, but this dude wanted to have a beer with me or something. Anyways, I didn't let him in because I was afraid he would wind up freaking out and pooping all over my carpet. That would have been scary.
 
2009-10-30 04:48:37 PM  
One night I had a friend over. We were doing the normal teenage things, eating pizza, playing video games, poking around on the web. We were playing some of the survival horror video games on the PS1 or PS2, so the mood was already set. My house wasn't ancient and didn't have any creepy history, but sometimes when it was dark, it could still be kinda creepy. The basement where we were hanging out had the large teal/green bricks that reminds you of a mortuary wall, and really reflects light well. After my friend had finished up his game, he shut the machine off, but left the TV on. As we're sitting there, still poking around online, the TV shuts off on its own. He starts flipping out, thinking I'm purposefully trying to scare him, assuming I had a remote and shut it off without him knowing.

A few facts:

I did not have a remote.
I did not touch the TV.
The TV was older, just a small 19'' or so.

I come to find out through some experimentation later that after about 30 minutes of no signal, the TV would shut off by itself. I was a little suprised to find that an old TV would have that feature, but it did make for a nice trick. Seriously, imagine sitting in a dark basement, TV is just static, and you're engrosed in something else, and all of a sudden it just shuts off.
 
2009-10-30 04:50:03 PM  
I was laying in bed, I think I was 13 or 14 at the time, with my head under the covers. For a long time I liked sleeping that way, it was warmer, and still do from time to time. I remember laying there, I was wide awake, and I heard a quiet noise coming from next to me. Soft, slow, gentle breathing. In....and out. I wasn't sure it was there at first, or I thought maybe it was my own breathing. Panic slowly started to rise, my eyes opened wide, fixed at where the noise was coming from (except the sheet was over my head). I didn't move other than to hold my breath, since I thought maybe my ears were just playing tricks on me.

Not moving, not breathing, I listen...and still the breathing continues. Slowly in...and out.

I'm wide awake at this point, fear tightening my gut. I can't bring up enough courage to move the sheet and look at where the sound is coming from, inches away from my covered head. I can't even work myself up enough to move a muscle. I sit and listen to this breathing, my brain racing trying to explain it away...but nothing else could. It was distinct breathing, slowly in...and out.

Then it hits me...the cat! Our cat must have climbed up and was sleeping next to my head. I felt relieved and a little silly as I calmed down. I was still wide awake from what my imagination had done, and the good five or ten minutes I had spent in abject terror. I lay there for a bit, listening to the cat breath next to me and going over what just happened in my head.

Then, I hear some tiny familiar footsteps on the carpet, and a few seconds later my bed bounces slightly as our cat jumps, from the floor, onto the foot of my bed...


/true story
//I don't believe in ghosts
 
2009-10-30 04:50:36 PM  
PascalsGhost
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.


Dude, you're the ghost of a philosopher, you should understand.
 
2009-10-30 04:50:45 PM  
GoSurfing: 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.

It's amazing how much detail you remember from near-death experiences, huh? I bet you can still feel that grass breaking off. I can relate: My grandparents lived by a lake in South Jersey & had a sailboat. My mother, older brother, & I were visiting one day--I was probably 5 & he was 7. Mom & Grandma were up at the house, leaving my brother & me to play by the water (this wasn't exactly non-supervision. Although the house was about 100 yards away, you could still see anyone by the water. You just needed to be a farking track star if there were ever an emergency, something nobody thought about before.)

Anyway, we're playing by the water's edge when my brother decides to push the sailboat (the sail wasn't on) into the water. Then suggests that I sit on top & he'll push me around. Well, since I wasn't allowed in the water, this sounded like a perfectly reasonable work-around. So I climbed aboard and he gave it a huge push, sending me floating out to the middle of the lake. I panic, don't want to scream because I don't want Mom or Grandma to realize I'm not where I'm supposed to be, I'm terrified I'm going to end up on the other side of the lake, lost & alone, so I jump off the boat.

This is a particularly bad move for a 5-yo child brought up in Jersey City, where opportunities to swim just don't come up all that often.

I sank like a stone. 38 years later I still DISTINCTLY remember the slimy feel of the mud at the bottom of that lake and how farking DARK it was under all that water. I'd push off the bottom, fight to the surface, only to get tired and sink again. I managed to break surface 3 times. On that 3rd time, I saw my mother swimming out to me (I remember she had pigtails). I didn't last long above water, though, and started to sink back down. I didn't hit bottom, though--Mom grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up.
 
2009-10-30 04:51:09 PM  
TheHateMonger: 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.

Like The Enigma of Amigara Fault?


"They want to find their own hole, and when they do, they cannot resist entering it. What drives them is the intimacy; they fit their corresponding hole better than anyone. The visitors seek a confirmation of their uniqueness, and once they have it, their curiosity overwhelms them. Owaki pitches a tent and sleeps on the mountain, but has nightmares about Nakagaki. When he wakes up, he finds Yoshida, who has found her own hole."

Giggity.
 
2009-10-30 04:52:44 PM  
Ahhh, ghost threads on Fark are always an interesting read. I know there's X amount of people on here who are going to say that all these ghost stories are total shiat but I'm going to post a few anyway, because I like Halloween. Believe me or not, I swear the following stories are fact:

1) When I was 11 I was sitting on the couch at night in the apartment we were living in, watching tv. My father and sister had gone downstairs to the basement to make some photocopies. All of a sudden, behind the tv was the form of a man, probably somewhere around 60 years old.

The only way I can describe him was that he was solid enough for me to recognize the type of clothing he was wearing but I could still see through him. The closest thing I can come up with as a visual reference is if you were to blow smoke into a coke bottle until it was dense and then shut the cap. Swirly and grey. I could tell he was wearing a suit with a vest and jacket and some sort of tie though it was a long time ago and I don't remember specifically.

Anyway... the man stared straight ahead as he walked from behind the tv the 6 feet or so to the corner where the patio and living room were connected. The man disappeared into the curtains. After a moment of stunned silence I got up and decided to check behind the tv. You know, just in case he might still be back there. Of course, he wasn't. I ran straight from the apartment to the basement and didn't come back until the rest of my family did.

2) When I was about 12 years old after my parents separated I spent weekends with my grandparents at an apartment building that they managed near Cherry Creek. Their apartment was on the ground floor of the building and the street-facing side of the apartment was a glass-encased patio. At the far end of the patio was my grandparents' room, at the other end was the room my sister and I shared when we stayed the night. Just for reference, in this bedroom there were two twin beds, headboards against a wall with a dresser between them. My bed sat in the corner of the room. Between the two bedrooms, in the patio area was my piano. This apartment building is occupied otherwise by mostly wealthy, mostly elderly tenants who are in bed by 9pm. (probably at the latest)

One night, I was laying awake, staring at the ceiling. For some reason I wasn't able to sleep and a glance at the clock told me it was somewhere around 3am. I sighed, frustrated by my insomnia and closed my eyes, trying for sleep again. Out of nowhere, I hear the sounds of a piano, playing a classical style song I'd never heard before. The melody was beautiful, but I opened my eyes wide, wondering where the music might have been coming from.

All of a sudden my heart was pounding in my chest and I started to feel anxious as I lay quite still in my bed staring at the ceiling again. The music got just a little bit louder but there was no chance in hell I was going to get up and look at my piano. (I'm convinced all these years later that I would have had a heartattack if the keys had been moving. It wasn't a player piano.)

Just as I started to freak out and consider going to my grandparent's room, I felt (what felt like) a hand brushing fingers through my hair up by my forehead. I can say with 100% certainty that there was nobody behind me (as there's a wall there) and I definitely did not see anyone at the open side of my bed other than my sister who was sleeping a few feet away. The invisible fingers stroked my hair from my face as I lay there for about a minute. Then, just like that, I was asleep.

3) Around age 13 or 14 I was living with my mom in an apartment out west. One day, my sister and I were sitting in the living room, watching MTV. Out of nowhere, the tv started to change channels. My sister and I blamed each other and argued about changing the tv back. We looked out the nearby patio door to look outside and make sure there was no one standing anywhere nearby with a universal remote. There wasn't. After a little more sibling disagreement we looked down to realize the remote had been on the couch cushion between us the whole time. Twenty or so channels later the tv settled on some news show. Jokingly, I called out "HEY! I was watching that!" Much to our amazement, the channel changed back to MTV.

4) Driving around with my friend late at night we were passing through an intersection that happened to be near a large cemetary. It was a clear night, but as I drove through the intersection a mist rose from the street in the form of a person, which I promptly drove right through. It was humanoid enough that I slammed on my breaks and my friend and I looked around, freaked out, trying to figure out if I'd hit anything. Of course, there was no one there.

-------------

Yeah, long post is long... but I have a lot of ghost stories!

/I know, I know... it's swamp gas.
//BOO.
///Happy Halloween!
 
2009-10-30 04:55:36 PM  
Dibbuk Box

/good scary story
 
2009-10-30 04:56:00 PM  
When I was around 7 years old and my sister was 3, we would often spend the night at my aunt's house. On several occasions I would see, always out of my peripheral vision, a little girl, about 4 years old, in a white night dress with long brown hair. No, not The Ring girl, a normal-looking kid. She wasn't scary, I never thought "ghost" because scary ghosts were white, floating things. I even thought it was interesting, I would look for her and expect her to come out when we were there.
And so, because she never frightened me, I never added things up when my baby sister woke me up a couple of times, crying, saying "She won't leave me alone." After the 2nd time, she wouldn't sleep anywhere in my aunt's house unless I slept next to her, but I don't remember seeing the girl for years after that.
When I was 16 I saw the little girl again, just on the side of my vision, standing on our stairs at home. It happens more frequently and I was definitely thinking "ghost".
I'm 27 now and havent seen it for years, but what really gives me the heebie-jeebies was when my sister asked me, a few months ago, if I remembered seeing a little girl at my aunt's house when we were little, and that now she keeps seeing something like it in our house. We don't know what to think about this little tag-along ghost!


I know, I know: tl,dr. Silver Shamrock, Farkers!!
 
2009-10-30 04:58:05 PM  
Ok. There were some unoccupied turn-of-the-century(20th) houses near Lake Moultrie in SC on land that was bought and presumably still owned by the power co but not flooded. My gf and I were walking around on the first floor of one in broad daylight and distinctly heard (a lot of) footsteps on the 2nd floor. No big deal, but when we went up there there was no one. No eaves they could have escaped to, no other staircases, and no closets. No big story here, but we checked everything, and it couldn't have been animals, and other people couldn't have avoided us. Creeped us the hell out, never went back!
 
2009-10-30 04:58:41 PM  
This ad in the ad section scared me. Please tell me the top pic was photo-shopped!

content.yieldmanager.edgesuite.net
 
2009-10-30 04:59:05 PM  
Here's a Halloween old wives tale for single/divorced women. I first heard of this tale when I was a kid.

At the stroke of midnight on Halloween, stand alone in front of a mirror in the dark. Light a candle. Eat an apple and brush your hair while looking in the mirror by candlelight. According to the old wives tale, you will see the reflection of your future husband in the mirror as you do this.

I did it when I was in college. Didn't see a damned thing, but the next morning I overslept and... ooooohh!! ... my clock had stopped at midnight!!! My ex-husband was a lout so I figured the old wives tale worked. I've since remarried and we're very happy.
 
2009-10-30 04:59:22 PM  
lizardcowgal: 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.

Ask and ye shall receive:

echo5juliet: I was driving a shortcut from Twentynine Palms, CA to Albuquerque, NM. Twentynine Palms is located in the desolate high desert east of LA. The shortcut was all two lane road through total nothingness, except for passing through Amboy, CA. Amboy is a nearly abandoned town nearly as far below sea level as Death Valley, with a dormant volcano and lava field on one side and a salt flat on the other. It was also, at the time, a hotspot for satanic group activity.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.
 
2009-10-30 05:01:51 PM  
When I was roughly 10, I awoke to a strange sound that was coming from another place in the house. I couldn't put my finger on what the sound could possibly be. There was crackling and perhaps scratching. Is it rythmic? Is someone... something slowly scratching on a wall? No one else was awake - it was impossibly dark. My ability to reason would come and go. The sound was definately coming from the kitchen. No, is it coming from the hall? No, is it coming from the front door? No? Outside? Did it stop? No. What is that smell? Did it stop? No. Did it stop? Did it stop? Finally it had stopped.

When daylight came, I was able to collect myself and greet my parents who were in the kitchen. They went on and on about how luxorious the new automatic coffee maker (with timer) was.

Fast forward a few years. I awake to similar noises. Now that I'm wiser, I obviously am not frightened by this. My parents are now divorced and my mom doesn't drink much coffee, but who knows? It is, afterall, right before dawn. So I'm listening to this odd mix of sounds. In my mind it's the coffee maker. But then the front screen door pops open and *SLAM*, then rustling outside my window. Running, someone... something is running. Thank god I can hear they are out of my yard and in the street. Footsteps... running... getting fainter... GOD! *please be gone* *please be gone*

True story. I've got a few others too.
 
2009-10-30 05:02:21 PM  
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).


Everyone who lives in Baltimore insists their houses are haunted by Edgar Allan Poe.

/From Baltimore, hon.
 
2009-10-30 05:03:17 PM  
Oh, one I remembered (after blocking it, dammit).

When I was around 14, I bought a stuffed animal for my Sister's upcoming birthday - a sort've donald duck looking thing, which had a battery pack and a speaker in it, so it would 'Quack' if you patted it on the head.

Her birthday wasn't for a couple of weeks, so I put the toy in my closet - whereupon I completely forgot about it.

Months later, I'm lying in my bed, when I hear very clearly from the closet - 'Quack'.

What the hell? I'm more startled than scared - but as I sort've wake up a bit, I calm down as I remember the toy duck in there.

"Oh right, that duck toy I was supposed to give to Jess. That makes sense."

Then it hits me - the duck only quacks when something hits it on the head. What the fark hit this thing in my closet? I decide that it must have just fallen off the shelf, when I hear it again.

"Quack."fark! I'm thinking. farking fark!

So I race over to the closet before I can think about it too much - pull open the door and turn on the light.

There's the duck toy, still sitting on the shelf, nothing else out of place. Just to be safe, I very deliberately pull out the batteries, and fling the toy out of the closet before (securely) shutting the door.

I manage to go back to sleep (sort've), and nothing else out of the ordinary happens.

Much much later (long enough for me to have forgotten the whole incident), I'm awakened in the middle of the night by a farking frenzy of electronic duck quacking, right from underneath my bed!

When I threw the duck out, it evidently had rolled under there. But I swear to christ I had taken out the batteries! I turned on every light I had, dug the toy out from under the bed and took it out to the garbage can in the garage right away.farking hell, that thing scared the crap out of me.
 
2009-10-30 05:03:26 PM  
grizzlyjohnson: 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!"


I absolutely refuse to look at many videos this time of year, because I got caught by a video about subliminal messages in advertising a few years ago, the one that ends with them playing a Coal Chamber song backwards, supposedly so you can hear a little girl saying her bedtime prayers. It's real quiet so you turn the sound all the way up and lean in real close towards your speakers and the monitor, straining to hear.

I jumped straight out of my chair when the sound changes to a horrible, horrible, bloodcurdling scream and faces of death, aborted fetuses, and other abominations flash across the screen.

My wife woke up, the computer was in the bed room at the time, and just started crying at the sound. She hadn't seen any of the images. She was pregnant at the time and we almost took her to the hospital because she started having contractions.
 
2009-10-30 05:04:09 PM  
Another good one for you.

My girlfriend's Aunts live together in a house they purchased 20 years ago. Her grandfather helped them fix it up, seeing it had been damaged in a fire.

An elderly lady help asleep one night with a candle on in her bedroom. The candle lit something on fire, like a lamp shade and her room when up in flames in no time.

Neighbors called the fire department, who found the lady in the hallway, dead of smoke inhalation.

After owning the place for 15 years (and nothing happening) they did some renovations. they expanded on to the kitchen and added a great room to it.

With the newly designed house, they decided to move their Christmas tree from where it had been before. Guess the old lady didn't like it. They would come home from work to see the tree on the ground. Other times it would topple over at night.

Turns out the place they had it was where the old lady always had her tree,according to their neightbors.
 
2009-10-30 05:04:36 PM  
Never have figured this one out. So one morning my wife and I are sitting at the breakfast table and our son (who was 8 at the time) comes in. His eyes are blood shot and he is rubbing them, I immediately think pink eye. I ask him if he is ok, he says he didn't sleep well last night, but that he felt fine. I ask him why he wasn't able to sleep and he said it was because he kept having the same dream over and over again about an man with tattoos who was yelling at him. I asked if he knew the man, he said no, I asked what he was yelling at him for, he says "he just kept calling me filthy little pig over and over again". So I think this is a little odd, but sometimes dreams are just weird like that. Then my wife, whom I wasn't really paying attention to asks in her "upset voice" what the man looked like. My son gives her a description. Her face goes white, and she walks out the room. My son thinks he made her mad, I tell him he didn't do anything wrong and then I go and see what the hell is wrong with my wife. I find her in our bedroom shaking and crying (only the third time I had ever seen her cry). I ask what is going on. She just says "that was my dad". I don't understand and ask what she means (I never met her father, he died when she was a teenager, and she never ever speaks of him). She tells me that her father was verbally abusive when he drank (she had never told me any of this before), and that he would call her "a filthy little pig". I tell her I understand how hearing that again would upset her, but then she says "no you don't understand Justin described my dad exactly even the snake tattoos on his thumbs". My son has only seen one picture of his grandfather and all you could see was his face.
 
2009-10-30 05:05:24 PM  
bighairyguy
One day, I went to www.fark.com and ... it ... was ... REDESIGNED!!!!

You'll get over it.
 
2009-10-30 05:06:43 PM  
FreeBeerClickHere:
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.


I occasionally scared the hell out of myself with my computer in a similar fashion. I have a cat who likes to chew wires, and so after she had gnawed through the speaker wires, I moved the computer to the den and the cat is no longer allowed in that room. I reconnected the wires, badly. Using duct tape. But they work, so WTF.

Fast forward. I started to get seriously creeped out in my house. I would hear these strange noises. Like voices, but I couldn't figure out what they were saying. And it always sounded odd. It was a constant noise, with these vague gaps that sounded like words. The best way I can describe is like looking at a negative of a picture, where everything is reversed, like a constant sound with inverted words in it. It would usually only last for a few seconds, and I'd be scared shiatless just in time for it to go away. I could never track down where it was coming from in time.

This goes on for months, every once in a while, just making me feel like a scared little biatch.

So one night, I'm coming back from a ride on the bike path, and there's a bunch of rescue and police people next door. Turns out one of the older women in the neighboring buildings had fallen, and was OK, but they were all still hanging around while the EMTs check her out. I go upstairs, and after the ambulance people pull away and the fire trucks leave, and there are no more sirens, I can hear now that that noise is back, and sticking around this time. I start racing all over my apartment, trying to find it. I quickly determine that it's coming out of my computer speakers, very faintly. I can't really make out the words yet. Eventually, it clears a little, and I figure out that I'm hearing the damned police scanner, which must be somehow coming through the speaker from my shiatty wiring job. I waited until the last cop car was gone, and the noise stopped. Every single time a cop car drove down my road, the speakers would emit this strange hiss with these creepy inverted words in it. Just fade in, and then fade back out again a few seconds later.

All I could think was, "Oh good. I'm not crazy."

Fixed the wiring up properly, and my house is no longer haunted.
 
2009-10-30 05:07:34 PM  
brigid_fitch: It's amazing how much detail you remember from near-death experiences, huh?

Absolutely. I also have an insane memory though, and not like the one where it is selective, or reimagined (where your family members ad-lib to where their memories become your memories, I really remember things photographically.

Drowning is something you don't forget.
 
2009-10-30 05:11:04 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.

Found it (it was driving my OCD crazy. . .crazier??):
I was driving a shortcut from Twentynine Palms, CA to Albuquerque, NM. Twentynine Palms is located in the desolate high desert east of LA. The shortcut was all two lane road through total nothingness, except for passing through Amboy, CA. Amboy is a nearly abandoned town nearly as far below sea level as Death Valley, with a dormant volcano and lava field on one side and a salt flat on the other. It was also, at the time, a hotspot for satanic group activity.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.
 
2009-10-30 05:11:54 PM  
Thanks, subby. I Like Halloween III and i'm not afraid to admit it.
 
2009-10-30 05:13:11 PM  
Angsto2: Found it (it was driving my OCD crazy. . .crazier??):

Yeah, too bad I beat you to it >_>
 
2009-10-30 05:14:57 PM  
Fans of real ghost stories can read scary stories all year long here.
 
2009-10-30 05:15:23 PM  
My mother and her cousins were enjoying their weekly game of poker while drinking and decided to perform a seance. It was the same week John Lennon was murdered so they decided to contact him. They turned off the lights, lit some candles, and joined hands. After awhile they finally participated in unison and began chanting Lennon's name. A few moments later a burst of wind came roaring through the house, causing the candles to go out and everyone to freak out. At that same moment my mother felt someone grab her by the roots of her hair and slam her forehead against a wine glass. When they turned on the lights, my mother had blood on her forehead and said "Damn. Lennon must be pissed".
 
2009-10-30 05:16:27 PM  
you a-holes want a scary farking story? How about this? I just found out that I am allergic to Chocolate!

/no shiat
 
2009-10-30 05:16:31 PM  
My Favorite:

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/02/27/DDIDV8JI4.DTL
 
2009-10-30 05:18:49 PM  
In July my husband and went to Oklahoma to visit a sick friend in the hospital. On the way home to Dallas he said the magic words "I think if we go this way it will be faster."
Needless to say we ended up in the middle of nowhere (which is not hard to do in Oklahoma) with nothing but fields around us. He turned down a dirt road to turn around and go back the way we came. It had been raining a lot there so when we made the u-turn and got stuck in the mud I was not really surprised. My husband played the reverse and turn game for about five minutes before he got out of the car. I could hear him cussing when he saw how deep the back tires where in the mud.
I opened my door to get out and he said "No! You get into the drivers seat and when I say give some gas." Being eight months pregnant I was not much help.
We sat there for ten minutes or so with him pushing and me turning the wheel to the left or right trying to get out. I was getting upset thinking there was now way to get out by ourselves. I told him to stop and I leaned over to get my cell phone out of my purse to call my mother to find a tow truck company that would come out this far.
When I came back up I looked in the review mirror and there was a large black man standing behind my husband. He was very tall and wearing blue overalls. I looked around real quick to see were he had come from or where his car was, but no car was there and it was just miles of green fields. I got a little scared, where did he just come from?
In a low voice he said, "Y'all folks need some help?"
My husband was still down by one of the tires trying to put rocks and hay under it. He jumped and spun around clearly shaken by the man that was suddenly behind him.
"How bout you push from that side and I pushem'ere."
I got back in to the driver seat to push on the gas. With two pushes on the gas we were out. Both the men were cover in mud flung up by the tires. My husband thanked him and said he would give him some money for the help. The guy just smiled and said no it twas no problem, but my husband insisted. He came over to the driver side of the car and asked me to get his wallet from the cup holder. I handed it to him and we both turned to thank the man again and he was gone. No sound no goodbye no car engine nothing but open fields all around.
I moved to my side of the car and we drove off without a word. About two miles down the road all my husband said was "Well that was freaky as hell." We never said anything about it again.
/story telling i suck at it
//it still kinda creeps me out but it was nice for whatever that was to help
 
2009-10-30 05:19:23 PM  
deebee230: I was once kidnapped and forced to listen to Creed and Nickelback.

You poor shiat. That's cruel and unusual punishment.
 
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