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2009-10-30 05:23:52 PM
Many years ago, me and my cousin stayed the night at my Grandfathers house. Our parents were going to something that they didn't want the kids going to, like a funeral or something...

Anyway, my Grandmother died a few years earlier and my Grandad had an old friend move in with him - old war buddy or something like that.

When we as a family would go over there, his roommate would stay up in his room, which was really the attic - it was an old house... Grandad would say his friend was an alcoholic and didn't like to be around strangers. So no one in the family actualy ever met him.

Funny thing, everyone called my Grandad kooky and said he actually made up the roommate thing because he was lonely.

So, my cousin and I are staying overnight with Grandad. We are up in the top room (attic) and playing with flashlights. Then we hear his roommate come home walking up the creaky stairs. We turned off the flashlights and hid under the covers.

I guess we thought he wouldn't notice us or something. The door opens and closes, he walks through the room and into the other part of the attic and closes the door behind him. He bumps around in there for a bit and goes to sleep. Me and my cousin chuckle a bit on how we hid from him and then fell asleep. Neither one of us actually SAW him at all.

On my way home the next day I told my mom how we almost met Grandads roommate. This upset her and she made me explain what happened. When we got home, she called my aunt and my cousin told my aunt the exact same story on their way home.

Turns out, my Grandad's roommate apparently hung himself at the house a year earlier - no one told the kids figuring, I guess, it might scare them.

The cool thing about that story - when my Grandad's roommate walked through the room, there was a very distinct smell of alcohol that accompanied him.

Alcoholic ghosts... who knew?
 
2009-10-30 05:25:53 PM
heliokekaumenos

that story is madness. you gotta be messin' with us?!?!

But as I read it I pictured this guy:
www.jewcy.com
 
2009-10-30 05:26:36 PM
When I was little, my family lived in this really old house (100+) in the outskirts of Pittsburgh. The whole place was unlevel, drafty and creeky. There were two fireplaces, one in the living room and one in me and my sister's room, both of which were closed off with plaster.

Around age 7, my bed was right next to the fireplace by my dresser directly in front of the fireplace. I was always a sound sleeper and not even the nearby fire sirens could ever wake me up, but I remember waking up one night cause I heard someone whisper my name. I opened my eyes just in time to see the handle on my dresser flop. I hid under the blankets and held my teddy bear for dear life.

We then got bunk beds and moved them to the front of the house by the windows (away from the fireplace) and I slept like a rock. Never had a problem. Eventually, they got moved again closer to the fireplace and I would wake up every night crying and couldn't even explain why.

Me and my brother also got a virus (HSP) that is supposedly extremely rare and not genetic. He had it for a few weeks, I had it for two years.

My sister eventually moved up to the attic and I moved my bed to the windows and never had a problem again. Not particularly scary, just a little freaky.
 
2009-10-30 05:28:30 PM
danwiseman: I can't believe I have to do this.

So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is "wut r u doing wit my daughter?" U tell ur girl n she say "my dad is ded". THEN WHO WAS PHONE?



wow, that took a long time.
/i am disappoint
 
2009-10-30 05:29:35 PM
We had the summer of ghosts at my old house about 4 years ago. Absolutely nothing wrong with the property, except we were about 3 blocks away from a cemetery. The proximity of the cemetery didn't bother anyone in my family until this 3 week period during the summer of 2005 when we all had spooky experiences that to this day, none of us could explain:

1. First it was me. I was standing on my back porch steps talking on my phone; it must have been around midnight. I look out and in the middle of the yard amid all the grass, I see a lone figure standing there. It's about the size of a child and a bright, white color. I squint hard and step a little closer, because in my mind this can't be a burglar or anything, it's a little glowing kid. For some reason, I look away to refocus and when I look back, the kid is gone. Almost immediately I get a sense of dread in my stomach and hang up the phone. I must have flown back to my room.

2. My brother had the same scenario: talking on the phone in the backyard at night. It's pitch black outside, no cars on the road and suddenly he sees several shadows all along the side wall of our garage. He looks behind him to see what light would be illuminating against the wall and casting such weird shadows...he sees nothing. The shadows on the wall look like figures, fighting each other. He thinks, "Must be the dog." But to his surprise, our dog walks over and plops near his feet, whimpering. He looks back at the wall and the figures have vanished. Almost identical to me, he says he feels a profound sense of dread and runs back inside the house.

3. My grandmother walks to the restroom in the middle of the night and sees a man sitting in our dining room.

4. Finally, my aunt claims that she was in the bathroom and heard a voice, clear as a bell say right into her ear "Mama!" She turned around, not a single person around. She was home alone, which just added to the immense creepiness of the situation.

Nothing like this ever happened again and we didn't end up moving for another 2 years.

Cool stories, I know.
 
2009-10-30 05:31:47 PM
Not terribly scary, but creeped the hell outta me.

I used to work third shift security in an old factory and office building. The factory was creepy in and of itself with automated machinery going on and off all night. I was on my rounds at about 3 am on the top floor when I hear the floor creaking a few feet behind me. I paused to listen and it stopped. I started again and it started again. I stopped again, it stopped again. Freaky as hell cause the top floor is storage, dead silent. This would happen every night. I finally realized, in a moment of lucidity, that it was just the old wood floor re settling after I'd walked over it.

The really wacky shiat happened in the research building. Another super creepy place late at night, due to it housing several human skulls, teeth, and other remains. I'm making my rounds in the lab at the end of the hall when I turn to leave. The hall outside has one overhead light on and the big double doors are open. I swear I saw someone move off down the hallway. No one is supposed to be in the building, so I shine my weak-ass dollar store flashlight down the hall and of course nothing is there. Scared me worse than anything. I skipped the basement that night and walked back to the guard office on the sidewalk rather than go back through the factory. Even though the complex is in one of the worst parts of the city.
 
2009-10-30 05:32:19 PM
My husband and I were spending a weekend camping in the desert with our kids a few years ago, and we were driving from Wenden, AZ up to Crown King, up the west side of the southern Bradshaw Mountains. The road from Wenden to Congress is pretty desolate, and we had seen some cow roadkill the previous day just a few miles north of I-10 on the Salome Road, but we hadn't seen any cattle this particular day. Then twice we saw what looked like corpses on the side of the road, just bloody ribcages and piles of flesh and bone on the right side of the highway as we were driving to Congress. While the roadkill on the Salome Road was obviously cattle, these bones weren't quite as obvious, and they looked smaller than what we had seen the previous day. But we weren't about to stop and check with two little kids in the car. They were probably just calf or other large animal roadkill, but it was still pretty creepy.
 
2009-10-30 05:36:46 PM
LurkerBee: This happened back when I was just two years old, so I have no recollection of it but my mother recounted the story to me recently. Late one night, my mom and I were in her bedroom watching television when she says I suddenly stood up and pointed to the open bedroom door and, in my limited 2 year old vocabulary, asked, "Who dat man?" She responded by telling me that there was no one there, but I kept asking, each time becoming more insistant. "Who dat man? Who dat MAN? WHO DAT MAN?" She got so freaked out that she gathered me up and went to stay at her mother's house.

I hate you for putting that image in my head. I will now steal it for my movie.
 
2009-10-30 05:39:53 PM
.....woke up married to the biatch.

/be afraid
//very afraid
 
2009-10-30 05:42:00 PM
busy chillin': phedex

Wow, I remember that book, scared the crap out of me when I was little. I remember just the illustrations were terrifying.

I need to look that up to see if the stories really are scary.
 
2009-10-30 05:42:02 PM
Also, one day a couple was visiting my 2 year old building and they were getting ready to leave. The husband went to open the door, the wife was about 2-3 feet behind him. Suddenly an explosion occured about a foot above the wife's head. I saw the blue light. It made a loud popping sound.

The elevator moves by itself. One day I pushed the down button to get the elevator to open up so I could put a poster in it. I did not push any buttons in the elevator. Still, after the doors closed and while I'm busy taping up my poster, the elevator went down to the basement level.
 
2009-10-30 05:43:52 PM
Mr. Slippyfist: I need to look that up to see if the stories really are scary.

A number of them are still pretty creepy in retrospect.

I had a similar book from a different series that I liked as a kid, though I can't recall it any more. I'll have to figure it out.
 
2009-10-30 05:44:13 PM
I have two:

My brother died 3 years before my daughter was born. When my kiddo was about 2 we moved into this really small 2 bedroom campus apartment in January. The rooms were right next to each other and the walls were super thin. She had gotten this old airplane that was his for X-mas, it's copper and you wind the propeller and it plays music. We get her room all set up and I put the the airplane on this shelf on the wall that she couldn't reach without some serious climbing (which wasn't unusual for her) Later that night, we're getting ready to go asleep and all of a sudden I hear that airplane's propeller start to wind up and I get up out of bed to get her off of what ever she had climbed on to wind the plane. Well, when I got to her bedroom door, she was still in bed under the covers and by then the plane is wound and starts playing music. I listen to it for a couple of seconds and then I hear her say "Night night uncle Brad...I love you too." That damn airplane still winds up and plays sometimes and she still tells him good night and that she loves him - she's 7 now.

The other one is probably just overacting imagination, but I'll still tell it. One night when the kiddo was 3, I was at home alone with her because my ex-husband had gone out with some friends. Well, I decided to watch the first Saw because I wanted to see it and he had already watched it by himself. Anyway, I get finished with the movie, turn off the TV, check on the kiddo and hit the hay. I'd probably been asleep for maybe an hour, when all of a sudden the bedroom door bangs open and this terrified 3 year old jumps in bed with me screaming...."There's a man in my closet, there's a man in my closet." Well, after watching Saw, I just didn't even go and look...locked the bedroom door and shoved the dresser in front of it. The ex was pissed when he got home....but he wouldn't check the closet either!
 
2009-10-30 05:44:53 PM
About 10 years ago I had a friend who insisted that his house was haunted. His whole family had terrifying experiences in the house. Most of the occurrences happened in and around the basement which was only half constructed. By half constructed I mean that half of the basement was concrete and the other half was a dirt access crawlspace about 3 feet deep separated by a 3x4 piece of insulating wall that could be removed to get to the crawlspace.

The father described hearing low whispering voices coming from the crawlspace. They would almost always be talking about members of the family. He was convinced they were plotting to manipulate his teenage children. On several occasions he said he would see or hear his children walk down into the basement when they were not home. The most terrifying experience he had was seeing an apparition of his daughter or son crumpled up at the bottom of the stairs after hearing a crash.

The father later died in the house (heart attack) and the mother moved out to live with a new boyfriend. My friend and his sister were just out of high school at the time and his basement became a fairly safe place to hang out and smoke interesting things. His sister claimed that the doll heads on her old toys would turn to face the stairs (they were sitting in a pile in the corner of the basement).

I had never witnessed anything unusual so I really didn't believe all of their stories and I still think they were the result of overactive imaginations and chemical enhancement (it was 420 friendly even when the parents lived there). However, I was driving my friend home one night. When we pulled into the driveway we discovered that the kitchen light had been left on. The house had a large front window and you could see the basement door and kitchen from the driveway. We both saw what appeared to be a large black mass move from the open basement door to the far side of the kitchen and back again. We sat in the car while my friend kept repeating loudly "I'm not going in there...I'm not going in there". After about 40 seconds of watching whatever it was I offered to go inside with him to check it out. We entered through the garage so we lost sight of the black mass as we entered the kitchen. We discovered that the basement door was closed when we entered the house and searched around for a while to make sure no one had broken in. To this day I have no explanation for what we saw. I don't really believe in ghosts and don't consider the experience evidence of their existence but it was unusual.

I also had a legitimately terrifying moment in the basement when we dared on of our other friends to spend 10 minutes in the crawlspace alone in the dark. We started messing with him a bit to scare him and he came bursting through the crawlspace knife in hand tackling the nearest one of us to it.
 
2009-10-30 05:45:21 PM
I am not afraid of the dark. I never have been afraid of the dark. In fact, I only had a night-light as a child because we had a rat problem... and the rats would avoid light. My night vision is exceptional.

There was a hallway that bisected half of our house. I was on the side at the end of it. Parents' door at the every end, making an L with mine. I have walked that hallway a hundred thousand times. I can walk it without my hand on the wall to tell me where I am. I know where to turn to round the corner and get to the working bathroom. I never turn on any lights until I reach the bathroom, as I don't want to wake my parents. That'd be rather rude.

It was 2 AM on a dark, starless, cloudy night, and I had to pee. I could see more clearly than usual stepping out of my room. We keep our windows covered mostly, but there was this small hallway that met the main hallway in the middle. The small hallway had a window at the end. That's how I knew the night was this dark. But it's okay. Even unable to see, I could navigate the hallway.

Why was I doubting myself? I had done this since I can remember, and I was nearly eighteen. I started walking... very slowly. I stopped dead in the middle of the hallway, feeling somehow the open air to my right. I looked down the smaller hallway and saw nothing.

In fact, where was the light from the answering machine at the end of the main hall? Where was the place where it reflected on the linoleum when it was otherwise hidden? Why was the air so still? The alarm clock in my room was lit. The power had to be on. There was no sound that the power had gone out... though it was far too quiet. My heart was pounding like crazy.

I started walking faster, feeling like my feet simply weren't responding as quickly as they should. My breathing was becoming stifled. The air felt close. I was sweating, but shivering with cold. I had to put my hand out to feel the wall of the hallway, as I started to doubt my balance.

Finally, my feet touched linoleum. I sprinted into the bathroom, gasping for air. My lungs worked fine, but felt like they didn't. My nose felt stopped up altogether. My back hurt for some reason. I may have been hyperventilating. I shut the door and slammed the light-switch, completely blinding me with white. It took me longer than it should have for my eyes to adjust to the light, but they did. There was nothing visibly wrong. I was just in the bathroom.

I sat there for a while, trying to calm down. Went to the bathroom, washed my hands, brushed my teeth again... Normal things. Nothing weird happened. I just had an out of nowhere panic attack. When I got back to my room, I looked at the clock. It was 3 AM. HOW did that entire incident take a full hour? Even with fear lengthening the time in my mind, I knew it really should have only taken twenty minutes.

So. Random panic attack out of nowhere. Weird, but it happens.

...A month later, I was chatting with a friend online. He went quiet for a while before asking if I remembered... we'll call her Julie.

Of course, I remembered her. She had gone offline two months before because of money problems or something. We had played together in MMOs quite a lot and I missed her.

Apparently, her father did not believe in medicine. If God wants sick people to live, they'll live. That type. Well... Julie got the flu. It may have complicated into pneumonia. She had died a month before. At 3 AM.

I had pneumonia just a few weeks ago, and now I know that is exactly how I felt for an hour that night.
 
2009-10-30 05:45:24 PM
aaaand bloody hell.

Somebody brought their kids into the office, and one of them just let out a bloodcurdling shriek 10 feet behind me. I didn't realize there were any kids here, and generally there isn't all that much shrieking in my workplace.

That helped my nerves a ton. I only refrained from jumping out of my chair due to having frozen in terror. I'm the man.
 
2009-10-30 05:46:47 PM
So I was sleeping. I can only fall asleep on my stomach, so when i fell asleep, it was on my stomach. I woke up in the middle of the night on my back. When my eyes opened, I saw a child that looked like me when I was 7 or 6 just floating above me. He kept trying to say something to me but I couldn't make it out. I couldn't move my body or say anything but I was definitely aware of everything.

Eventually i wrenched my head and woke up and the kid disappeared. I was freaked out, but tried to forget it. The next night the same thing happened; same kid same everything, except this time, there was a floating window between us. The kid was opening up the window and trying to tell me something and I just couldn't do anything. Eventually, i again wrenched my head and woke up.

A little background: I was supposed to be born with a twin but he was miscarried and I survived, so I've always thought that he was around. I thought this may have something to do with him.

This hasn't happened again but I did some research and found this
Link (new window)

Sleep paralysis. The mind is a weird thing.
 
2009-10-30 05:48:31 PM
In high school my girlfriend always thought her house was haunted. One weekend when her parents were away I stayed over. While watching TV with the remote in plain sight, we watched the volume knob on the tuner move up and down randomly. Before bed, we closed all the doors in the house. That night the cat freaked out and started hissing and staring at the upper corner of the bedroom. There was nothing there that we could see. In the morning, every door (except for the external ones) was open.

The next night I went out to get a soda from the garage, and saw a shadowy, humanoid form in the living room. It seemed to be staring at me. When I went into the garage I felt as if it followed. It was gone when I went back in.

My girlfriend claimed to have spoken with the spirit via ouija board. I didn't really believe her until that weekend.
 
2009-10-30 05:50:28 PM
@PagingDoctorJekyll: very nice :)
 
2009-10-30 05:51:02 PM
Mine is not a ghost story, most well-balanced adults I know stopped believing in imaginary things long ago, and besides there are things far scarier than ghosts, registered letters for example--but even that is not the scariest thing that ever happened. No, that's about to happen--to you if you have kids.

The candy, you are all going to die because of the candy, you're going to touch the germ infested candy that children covered in germs have been running their hands through, hands they've wiped on their noses. Hands that surely are doused with levels of contaminants so high the only other creature to compare it to is the Komodo dragon and they're lizards and don't dress up for Halloween, or presumably eat candy.

The point is that candy bowl is an infectious soup of bacteria and viruses. On Tuesday or so when everyone who has kids has an entire house dying from the swine flu, don't act surprised.
 
2009-10-30 05:52:18 PM
As told to my Mother by my visiting Aunt when I was seven and they thought I wasn't listening. I can still hear my Aunt's voice trembling as she told this story:

My Aunt, Uncle and Cousins lived in rural Eastern Kentucky. They weren't hillbillies or bumpkins, but preferred living in the mountains. My Uncle was a KY State Trooper and worked the midnight shift. They had three kids, two boys and a girl ranging from 6-10 yrs old. The two boys shared a bedroom.

In the middle of the night my Aunt was woken by the two boys screaming at the top of their lungs. She rushed into their bedroom and saw them huddle into one bed, holding onto one another, wide-eyed and panicked. She asked them what was wrong and they said a man had come out of the shadow in the corner of their room and tried to grab the younger boy. She said they were not just goofing around but seriously scared. She rushed them out to the living room and called her husbands post (no cell phones then.) He rushed home and searched inside and out, not finding anyone. He questioned the boys about the man's appearance and they said he was just a shadow. Both parents chalked it up to a bad dream and scaring each other to death. The boys (and girl) slept in my Aunt's bed for a week.

After things calmed down the boys began sleeping in their own room. Only two days went by before my Aunt was again awaken by the boys screaming their heads off. This time she met them coming out of the bedroom at a full run, the youngset without his pajama bottoms on. They screamed that the man had come back out of the corner of the room from the shadows and grabbed the boy around the ankle and was pulling him. The boy managed to get away but lost his pajama bottom in the process. Both of the boys seen the man but still said he was a shadow. My Aunt grabbed the little girl and they all left the house and went to the State police post and called her husband. When he arrived they all went back to the house. He searched the bedroom and house, outside also. Feeling safe they went back into the house. The boys showed them where the man came out of the corner but nothing appeared out of the ordinary. Of course the boys refused to sleep in there ever again and the family soon moved.

Now the weird part. About 3 months after this happened, a friend of my Uncle called and asked if one of their boys had been sneaking out at night to play. My Uncle asked why and the guy said he found some pajama bottoms and my cousins name was written on the tag (he went to camp that summer.) My Uncle asked him where he found them and the guy turned out to be the city public works officer and found them while mowing the cemetery. They bottoms were half buried in the dirt at a grave.

I asked my Mother about this years later and she still didn't know I had heard them talking, but confirmed what I had heard. She told me that my cousins had nightmares about it for a long time. I asked her if she thought it was true and she said every bit of it. My Mother and her sister were very sensible, smart women and because of their convictions about what happened, I totally believe it too.
 
2009-10-30 05:52:24 PM
grizzlyjohnson: Rocking chair moving

you farking asshole.
 
2009-10-30 05:52:45 PM
busy chillin': heliokekaumenos

that story is madness. you gotta be messin' with us?!?!

But as I read it I pictured this guy:


The guy was about that big but fat. No I'm not messin' with you. I think that it freaked out so bad that we just never talked about it.
 
2009-10-30 05:54:13 PM
I was handing out critter treats about 2 months ago on a friday. When the guy in the cage next to my favorite monkey of all time started making a fuss. I turned to see what he was doing after a few seconds and had a wonderful view (around eye level) of a monkey facing the front of his cage (me) masturbating furiously.

I dodged to the side in the nick of time.

To this day I have nightmares of what would have happened if I gave the other guy just one more grape.


This is also why cage 3-B had the sign "shooty mc shoots a lot" taped to it.
 
2009-10-30 05:55:48 PM
Ashelth: I was handing out critter treats about 2 months ago on a friday. When the guy in the cage next to my favorite monkey of all time started making a fuss. I turned to see what he was doing after a few seconds and had a wonderful view (around eye level) of a monkey facing the front of his cage (me) masturbating furiously.

I dodged to the side in the nick of time.

To this day I have nightmares of what would have happened if I gave the other guy just one more grape.


This is also why cage 3-B had the sign "shooty mc shoots a lot" taped to it.


Oh and for those of you saying, "hey this isn't scary!".

Surgical mask and eye protection leaves a LOT of face uncovered.

And monkey balls were at roughly eye level.
 
2009-10-30 05:55:51 PM
Bookmark for later. I LOVE this thread!
 
2009-10-30 05:56:05 PM
Ashelth: I was handing out critter treats about 2 months ago on a friday. When the guy in the cage next to my favorite monkey of all time started making a fuss. I turned to see what he was doing after a few seconds and had a wonderful view (around eye level) of a monkey facing the front of his cage (me) masturbating furiously.

I dodged to the side in the nick of time.

To this day I have nightmares of what would have happened if I gave the other guy just one more grape.


This is also why cage 3-B had the sign "shooty mc shoots a lot" taped to it.


that's hot
 
2009-10-30 05:56:19 PM
omris: FreeBeer

Hopefully it doesn't work both ways or you might be getting some very serious visitors soon ;)
 
2009-10-30 05:58:05 PM
I absolutely love this thread every year, and have been looking forward to it all month!

Awesome stories, all.

I've got a couple of stories of things that have happened to me over the years, which anyone can feel free to mock.

These all happened years ago when I still lived with my parents.

In their basement.

Shut up.

Anyways, the first one I can think of happened while I was playing on my computer in my bedroom. A few weeks earlier, I had finished my internship, after which I was given by the company a PC steering wheel joystick (which I still haven't bothered opening). Anyways, I left it on the floor in my bedroom about 4 feet from the door.

My desk was facing the wall perpendicular to the door, which was closed, meaning that the door was behind and to the left of me.

While sitting there, I heard a noise behind me...a sort of sliding noise, followed by a "thud". I turned around, and saw that the steering wheel box was sitting up against the door. The sounds, I imagine was it sliding along the carpet, until it hit the closed door. This happened, at most, 3 feet behind me, so it really couldn't have been someone coming into the room.

Odd.

Different story, same room...I was, again, on the computer (quiet...I was in school at the time!), with my feet up on the subwoofer under the desk, for optimum slacking. Again the door was closed.

I should mention that I have two cats, one of which is really "my" cat, while the other never really has much to with me, other than using my crap-scooping and vomit cleaning abilities to his benefit. Anyways, as I said, at computer, feet up, when I feel my cat, Tango, walk, as she usually does, under the desk with her tail up to sweep under my legs and convince me that she needs more food.

I said "Hey, Tango" just as the other cat started clawing at the door. I turned around and opened the door to see what the matter with him was. When I did, Tango came running into the room.

Cat ghost!

One other story in the same basement, but now in the upgraded room down the hall (with added fireplace). This one I can very much see as being a lucid dream type thing, but either way, it creeped me out.

Probably around 3am, I'm lying in bed on my back, when I am awakened by a bunch of meowing. It was Tango, sitting next to me, screaming in my face. She then proceeded to jump up on my chest, and continued meowing at me. I shoved her off. As soon as I did this, I saw that Charlie, cat #2 was sitting on the opposite side, also meowing, at which point HE jumped up on me (which is odd in itself, since he's been in my bed maybe 5 times since).

I pushed him off (this entire time I am in that semi-open-eyes-because-if-I-see-light-then-I'll-officially-be-awake mode).

Suddenly a third cat, which doesn't really exist, jumps up onto my chest and meows at me as well. I push it off, as both real cats continue siting up on either side of my body, meowing at me.

In the same room, I had my TV turn on in the middle of the night a few times, at maximum volume, on a different channel than what it was left on (as in the TV, not the cable box, so it would be on static).

One more, as I am somewhat rambling...

This happened years and years ago, as I had to have been maybe 8 or 9? Anyways, it was a Sunday morning, and I was lying in bed...it was maybe 6am or so (I know the sun was up, and I was enjoying that "don't have to get up yet" bliss). The room I was in was positioned at one end of the hall, and at the other end was our cold storage room.

So I am laying there, when all of a sudden there was a sound from just outside the door to my room, which I can only describe as someone with bare feet and change in their pocket tearing down the hall as fast as they could, followed by the storage room door slamming shut.

I stayed in bed.

Anyways, I've moved since then (not related at all). Just wanted to share a few creepy experiences.

As you were, ladies and gentlemen.
Dyko
 
2009-10-30 06:00:19 PM
About 3 years ago I was camping in the Shenandoah National Park and was having some very disturbing dreams. The first night I dreamed that I was looking at a photo of a man standing next to a tent. The photo was from the era when the park was built by the Civilian Conservation Corps. Suddenly, the man in the photo burst into flames. Not the photo itself, just the man in the photo. It was like I was holding a YouTube video in my hands. The man didn't move, he just stood there burning until his skull and some of his ribs were exposed, and then he tilted his head back and screamed... a scream that sounded exactly like the scream from the transporter accident in the first Star Trek movie. I woke up immediately.

The next night was uneventful until just after sunrise. I was drifting in & out of consciousness in the process of waking up. At one point it felt like someone else was in the sleeping bag with me. I rolled over and heard someone mumble "Ouch. Get off me!" I sat up immediately and saw nothing but an empty tent.

/Still gives me the heebee jeebees thinking about it.
 
2009-10-30 06:02:33 PM
Jster422: Just saw 'Paranormal Activity' last night, and had the entire evening to reflect on just how much my house looks like the one in the film...

So, no kicks...yadda yadda.


After I watched it I spent a lot of time staring at the attic door directly over my bed.
 
2009-10-30 06:03:14 PM
ArchAngel:
In the middle of the night my Aunt was woken by the two boys screaming at the top of their lungs. She rushed into their bedroom and saw them huddle into one bed, holding onto one another, wide-eyed and panicked. She asked them what was wrong and they said a man had come out of the shadow in the corner of their room and tried to grab the younger boy. She said they were not just goofing around but seriously scared. She rushed them out to the living room and called her husbands post (no cell phones then.) He rushed home and searched inside and out, not finding anyone. He questioned the boys about the man's appearance and they said he was just a shadow. Both parents chalked it up to a bad dream and scaring each other to death. The boys (and girl) slept in my Aunt's bed for a week.

After things calmed down the boys began sleeping in their own room. Only two days went by before my Aunt was again awaken by the boys screaming their heads off. This time she met them coming out of the bedroom at a full run, the youngset without his pajama bottoms on. They screamed that the man had come back out of the corner of the room from the shadows and grabbed the boy around the ankle and was pulling him. The boy managed to get away but lost his pajama bottom in the process. Both of the boys seen the man but still said he was a shadow. My Aunt grabbed the little girl and they all left the house and went to the State police post and called her husband. When he arrived they all went back to the house. He searched the bedroom and house, outside also. Feeling safe they went back into the house. The boys showed them where the man came out of the corner but nothing appeared out of the ordinary. Of course the boys refused to sleep in there ever again and the family soon moved.

Now the weird part. About 3 months after this happened, a friend of my Uncle called and asked if one of their boys had been sneaking out at night to play. My Uncle asked why and the guy said he found some pajama bottoms and my cousins name was written on the tag (he went to camp that summer.) My Uncle asked him where he found them and the guy turned out to be the city public works officer and found them while mowing the cemetery. They bottoms were half buried in the dirt at a grave.


Read the entire thread so far - only one to give me chills
 
2009-10-30 06:03:34 PM
zamsbony: .....woke up married to the biatch.

/be afraid
//very afraid


Last night I was your waitress, now our last name's the same...
 
2009-10-30 06:04:29 PM
frostbitten: Jster422: Just saw 'Paranormal Activity' last night, and had the entire evening to reflect on just how much my house looks like the one in the film...

So, no kicks...yadda yadda.

After I watched it I spent a lot of time staring at the attic door directly over my bed.


man.. that has to suck, I wouldnt be able to sleep with that thing there.. hope you never watched Ju-On or its counterpart, the grudge.
 
2009-10-30 06:07:56 PM
darkmayo: frostbitten: Jster422: Just saw 'Paranormal Activity' last night, and had the entire evening to reflect on just how much my house looks like the one in the film...

So, no kicks...yadda yadda.

After I watched it I spent a lot of time staring at the attic door directly over my bed.

man.. that has to suck, I wouldnt be able to sleep with that thing there.. hope you never watched Ju-On or its counterpart, the grudge.


A couple days after I saw The Grudge I was in my room when I heard this scratching coming from the attic...followed by that horrific deep throated croaking noise from the movie.

I stopped, looked up at the ceiling where the noise came from and said aloud "Oh you got to be kidding me."

I stood there a few more seconds, and the noise started up again. Disappointingly it was just some birds scratching around on the gutters/roof. Still, for those 15 seconds after first hearing the noise and then figuring out what it was, it was hilariously terrifying.
 
2009-10-30 06:10:21 PM
dude_man: 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!


Places like that are always fun. Long with some of the 'ghost tours' of places like New Orleans, London, Paris and what not.

Then again, I love to go graveyarding -- a nice night and a halfway decent cemetery and just relax in the outdoors. And my friends suck and usually bail on me.
 
2009-10-30 06:10:56 PM

True story (according to my Psychology professor):

A woman goes to a psychic. The psychic is so good she has a 2 month waiting list and very expensive price tag on her sessions. The woman makes her appointment and goes in to get her fortune. The psychic takes one look at her palm and FREAKS out. "I cannot give you a reading."

The woman is PISSED. "I've waited two months for this session and I paid you three hundred dollars so you'd BETTER tell me about my future!" The psychic refunds the woman's money but refuses to tell her anything more...except she writes a short note and gives it to her in a sealed envelope telling her to open it when she gets home.

The woman is so pissed off she doesn't notice the train coming down the tracks at the intersection. Her car was smashed to bits and the woman was killed instantly.

Later, at the autopsy, they found the envelope in her coat pocket. It had a note with one sentence...

You have no future.
 
2009-10-30 06:13:02 PM
Cytokine Storm: darkmayo: frostbitten: Jster422: Just saw 'Paranormal Activity' last night, and had the entire evening to reflect on just how much my house looks like the one in the film...

So, no kicks...yadda yadda.

After I watched it I spent a lot of time staring at the attic door directly over my bed.

man.. that has to suck, I wouldnt be able to sleep with that thing there.. hope you never watched Ju-On or its counterpart, the grudge.

A couple days after I saw The Grudge I was in my room when I heard this scratching coming from the attic...followed by that horrific deep throated croaking noise from the movie.

I stopped, looked up at the ceiling where the noise came from and said aloud "Oh you got to be kidding me."

I stood there a few more seconds, and the noise started up again. Disappointingly it was just some birds scratching around on the gutters/roof. Still, for those 15 seconds after first hearing the noise and then figuring out what it was, it was hilariously terrifying.


I showed the movie to a friend of mine and his wife, his wife was in the room doing some laundry and decided to sit down and give it a watch. She stayed and watched the whole thing not because she really enjoyed it, but because she was to scared to leave.

Anyways fast forward to late night, my friend (this is told to me by him of course) who does that throaty sound really really well, started to do that while they both where in bed. She freaks out and hits him etc. He laughs she gets mad and then a black cat jumps on the bed and meows, effectively scaring the absolute shiat out of both of them. (Its there cat and the little guy had a great sense of timing)
 
2009-10-30 06:13:47 PM
...I walked outside, and everyone was wearing skinny jeans, ironic t-shirts and trucker hats!

/shakes fist at hipsters
 
2009-10-30 06:17:31 PM
My " Shadow People" story.

The summer I turned 13 I had a friend with a newspaper route. She delivered the Sunday papers on Saturday night. One Saturday night I was helping her deliver the Sundays so she would get it done faster. By the time we were finished it was around 10:30pm and I had to pee really bad. (Holding it until we were done)We got to my house first (she lived on the next street over) and she came in with me. There were no light on in the house and when I opened the door we were hit with this awful smell. Like a mixture of spoiled meat, rotting garbage and sewage. I still really had to pee. The bathroom was down the hall, the only door on the right next to one of the light switches for the hall way. My brothers' room was at the end of the hall. They had managed to break their knob and the door no longer latched. It allowed the street lamp to shine through and illuminate the hallway some what decently. I'm doing the tight legged pee-pee swagger down the hall, making my way to the bathroom. There, in front of the bathroom door, standing in the hall was a silhouette. It blocked the light coming from my brothers' door and I saw it perfectly. It wasn't on the wall, but standing about five or six feet away from me. At first I thought it was my mother and tried stammering out an excuse as to why I was home so late. When it didn't respond it dawned on me that I couldn't make out any features. I rushed back to my friend in the living room. Asked her to go to the bathroom with me. She laughed at me, so I begged her. She called me a baby. So, I asked if she would please turn on the bathroom light for me. I didn't tell her what I had seen or why I was so freaked out. She complied and I stood by the light switch into the kitchen and watched. She stopped two feet from the shadow thing, which was still visible from my perch. She didn't move for about three seconds then started to raise her foot. I didn't know if she was going to walk into it or run away, but at that moment I turned on the light. She freaked and ran from the house. I freaked and ran too. I asked her if she had seen it, she said she was going home. I still had to pee. I waited outside until someone came home. My mom got home an hour later. This wasn't the first time I had encountered something like that thing, but it was the first time it was accompanied by such a smell.


/sorry for the long and boring post.
 
2009-10-30 06:18:30 PM
blogma wrote: Eastern Airlines Flight 401 that crashed in 1972, in the Florida Everglades . There were 101 people killed in the crash, most were killed immediately but a few died a little later of their injuries.

True story....a friend of mine was a United Airlines Flight Attendant. She was on a flight once that was on the same flightpath as the plane that crashed in the everglades. She started seeing spirits in the plane and asked one of them, "Why are you here?" and the response was, "You are going to crash. We are here to help you." My friend got the other flight attendents together and they started "praying" and everything was fine on the rest of their flight. After they landed she asked a member of the cockpit crew what happened and he admitted they had fallen asleep!
 
2009-10-30 06:24:01 PM
This really isn't a story as much as it is a series of events. The house that I grew up in always had some weird stuff happening. We were always told that when we were little mom or dad would often hear us playing and it would sound like we were talking to someone. They'd come in and there's be no one there.

As we grew up, we'd hear stuff and catch sight of stuff out of the corner of our eye. You see shadows in front of windows or doorways. We'd have tugging on bedsheets. If you had helium balloons, it was common to walk in and find them being tugged on. You often felt like you were being watched. Bring a girl over and it was common that they talked about being uncomfortable.

The most disturbing thing to happen to me was one night I was asleep. The sheet tugging was pretty common. I had been awake for a bit and couldn't get back to sleep. I was on my side. I felt the sheets being tugged. No biggie. You ignore it and it usually stopped. Anyway, it stopped. After a few minutes I roll over to check the clock. To make a long story short, I saw something floating over me. What I saw clicked with what we were told and what we remembered about our invisible playmate.

We grew up with this so I guess we were pretty use to it. Whatever it was never displayed any signs of being a threat to us. To be honest it has been kind of comforting. Anyway, no deaths in the house. House was built on an undeveloped lot. No deaths in neighboring houses until quite recently.

Despite my own experiences I've never been a big believer in ghosts. I've always been a show me first type person. I guess that some sort of residual energy or something could exist as the basis of ghosts. However, I'd like some real proof. Until I look at it as something unexplained and I am completely fine with that.
 
2009-10-30 06:24:12 PM
The summer of 1988 I had graduated from high school and went with my buddy and his dad to drive down to his dad's house in Tampico, Mexico. We got to Matamoros just over the border from Brownsville, Texas and the car broke down. We spent about 3 days there waiting for it to be fixed - going to the market, buying switchblades and fireworks and eating $1.25 carne asada 3 times a day. The rest of the trip was uneventful - car fixed, spent 2 weeks in Tampico and took a bus back to Chicago.

It was later that year that they found remains of several blue-eyed college Americans (like me) in the Matamoros area that a local drug lord had killed over the summer in a Satanic sacrifice to protect his drug business.

So, not pants-crappingly terrifying, but still a little creepy to know that that could have been me hacked up in a ditch.
 
2009-10-30 06:24:34 PM
Anyone remember that uber-creepy picture that was posted on Fark several Haloweens ago with a little baby in the foreground and a ghostly figure sneaking up behind him? Can we get that again? I used to have it saved and lost it. Now I want to email it to peeps.

Thanx, it kinda looked like this...

paranormaldailynews.com
...only not such an obvious crop and the figure was more ghostly, blending into the background.
 
2009-10-30 06:25:05 PM
My weird story: In 1997, middle of the afternoon, quiet Seattle neighborhood. I was working on my car, checking the oil, etc. After about 15 minutes, I wanted a Camel, so I walked the 20 feet to my front door, grabbed my pack off the table, turned around and walked straight back to my car. This took less than 30 seconds.
As soon as I was back to my car, I noticed something was wrong. There seemed to be white beach sand sprinkled on my engine. Mostly on the bottom right. I was quite puzzled, so I looked a little closer and saw the sand was centered around the power steering module. I never really had ever messed with the power steering, but I popped it open to take a look. It was full of the white sand.
So tell me, how did someone, out of nowhere, run up, remove the power steering module, dump sand in, and disappear in less than 30 seconds? It almost seemed premeditated, as if someone had been hiding in the bushes with a bag of beach sand, just waiting for me to step away at that moment. Except that there are no bushes around. And there's no beach sand around. And I don't think I had any enemies. A random act of violence, perhaps? Except the street was empty and had been the whole time. But like I said, this whole thing made absolutely no sense.
(Needless to say, my power steering was ruined. And then two weeks later, my transmission went out. I sold the car for scrap.)
To this day, I don't know how it happened. I have my suspicions that it was a warning from God not to make some mistakes that I ended up making later that year, but that's another story...
 
2009-10-30 06:26:29 PM
About 5 months ago, my grandmother had passed away. She had lived about 300 miles from where I lived, and was to go into a nursing home the following week.

Anyways, the morning of her death I woke up at around 6:00 for some reason and felt a sudden feeling of sadness and started to slightly cry. Then I saw a shadow about 5'3'' move behind the door of my closet. I walked over to the closet and there was nothing in there when I checked. So I get ready and goto work and come back about 7 hours later.

Upon my arrival, my dad told me that my grandma had been found dead in her bed at 6:15.
 
2009-10-30 06:29:10 PM
ArchAngel: As told to my Mother by my visiting Aunt when I was seven and they thought I wasn't listening. I can still hear my Aunt's voice trembling as she told this story:
[...]
Now the weird part. About 3 months after this happened, a friend of my Uncle called and asked if one of their boys had been sneaking out at night to play. My Uncle asked why and the guy said he found some pajama bottoms and my cousins name was written on the tag (he went to camp that summer.) My Uncle asked him where he found them and the guy turned out to be the city public works officer and found them while mowing the cemetery. They bottoms were half buried in the dirt at a grave.


This gave me the creeps.
/Pedobear approves of that ghost
 
2009-10-30 06:30:34 PM
TL;DR - Ghost inside haunted house invited me in, I did not go in. BOO!

Tolstoy:

During my college days, I would occasionally drive from the middle of BFE, Indiana to Saint Louis to visit some friends. There are two ways to get to SL: I-65 south to Indianapolis, then I-70 west the rest of the way. If you look on a map, you'll see that this route is really not the most efficient in terms of distance.

There was a more direct route, which would take me through the back roads of rural Indiana. And so begins my story...

The first time I tried this direct route, I left campus at 7 PM or so. It was near twilight, and the sun had already dipped below the horizon. As I traveled further away from my University, the road got darker... Buildings became replaced by cornfields, and eventually, even the cornfields ended and I was traveling along an unlit tree-lined road. I'd see the occasional farm, but that was it. No one else was on the road.

I entered a very small village, and approached a well lit 4-way intersection. There was a gas station on the corner, and another convenience store. I'd guess that the village had a population of less than 300, and even that was being generous. Anyways, I was supposed to make a right at the intersection, but since it was nighttime and I was traveling on a new route, I missed the signs and went straight. The road became unpaved, and I was in the middle of what looked like a forest. Of course, I was totally lost, but couldn't even really turn the car around due to the narrow width of the dirt path. So I continued.

The trees disappeared, and I noticed tombstones to my left and to my right. The dirt road apparently led me to a cemetery! Now, mind you it was close to 9 PM and pitch black. I was more than a little spooked. I kept going, because I REALLY didn't fancy driving over someone's grave just to try and turn my car around. To my great relief, the cemetery ended and I saw houses once more. The houses were clearly lived in and well-kept, with cars in the driveways. But being in the farmland, all the lights were off by this time of the evening, as most of the people had retired for the night. I came to the end of the dirt path, and there I found another small house.

Judging by the light of my car's headlights, the house looked to be in good condition. There were two peculiar things about the house, though: It was situated right at the end of the dirt road, and it was the only house that had the lights on. I had no idea where I was or where I should go, so I took a chance. I turned off the engine, got out of the car, and knocked on the door.

An old man greeted me. He looked to be in his mid-60's, with rough weather-beaten features and a slight stoop. His left hand was missing three fingers; he only had his thumb and his pointer finger. I could see beyond him and into the house. The living room looked well appointed, if very old. It looked like a comfortable, modest farm house. I could hear some music playing in the background, but the volume was so low I could not tell what kind of music it was.

"Excuse me sir, I apologize for intruding. I seem to have gotten lost, I'm trying to find my way to highway 26." The old man stared at me for a moment, then pointed behind me.

"Go back the way you came. You'll come to a four-way stop. You'll see a gas station on the corner. At that stop, make a left. That'll put you back on your path." He had a rough voice, but it was not unfriendly. It sounded like how a grandfather should sound like: Worn, experienced, and sympathetic. I gave my thanks and was about to turn and leave, when the old man spoke again: "Son, my wife baked some pie earlier tonight, would you like to come in for a slice?"

Up until this point, I felt nothing but mild relief. No discomfort, no "cold spots" or any such nonsense. But the MOMENT he invited me in, every instinct I had told me to run. Have you ever felt an adrenaline rush so powerful that your hands start shaking and you feel like you can sprint a 3 minute mile? Have you ever felt so frightened that your legs feel like dead weights, the hair on the back of your neck stands on end, and you want to throw up? I felt all of those things all at once. A small voice at the back of my mind screamed at me to get away as fast as I could.

"Thank you, but no. I'm already late as it is. Good night again." My voice was wavering, and I dared not turn my back on him. I walked / shuffled sideways to my car, and turned around, and drove as fast as I could away. In my rear-view mirror, I could see that the old man had gone back inside. By the time I made it back to the 4 way intersection, I felt really silly. Why did I react to such a nice person in such a way? I decided to fill up at the corner gas station. In trying to laugh at myself, I made small talk with the gas attendant.

"The old man living at the end of this road is really friendly. Even invited me in for pie after giving me directions." I probably had a stupid grin as I recounted my tale. However, the attendant looked shocked for a moment, and then said something that frightened me:

"You went to the house that's on the very end of this road? Beyond the cemetery? No one's lived in there for years." And that was the end of that conversation.

After my weekend in St. Louis, I was driving back when I returned to the intersection. Now, this time it was 2 PM, the sun was shining brightly and there was not a cloud in the sky. I decided that the gas attendant was just lying and having some fun at my expense, and so I decided to make a quick detour to confirm my suspicions. I turned back onto the dirt road, went past the cemetery, and drove to the end of the road.

The house at the end of the road was dilapidated. The roof was sagging, the windows were broken and boarded up, and there wasn't even a door there. Inside the house was pitch black.
 
2009-10-30 06:34:06 PM
I remember sitting on the porch one afternoon chatting with friends -- we were drinking lemonade, as I recall -- when I volunteered the information that while fishing in a pond on my farm I had sighted a large animal swimming toward my boat.

Upon closer inspection, the animal turned out to be a rabbit. Not one of your cutesy, Easter Bunny-type rabbits, but one of those big splay-footed things that we called swamp rabbits when I was growing up.

The animal was clearly in distress, or perhaps berserk.

As I told the story to my friends, I confessed to having had limited experience with enraged rabbits, and that I was unable to reach a definite conclusion about its state of mind.

What was obvious, however, was that this large, wet animal, making strange hissing noises and gnashing its teeth, and was intent upon climbing into my boat.

A few weeks after I recounted this tale, one of the men with me that afternoon leaked this story to press, and it subsequently hit newspapers and broadcasts everywhere.

Ultimately, I think that story probably went a long way towards costing me the presidency.
 
2009-10-30 06:36:47 PM
TheAndyChrist: The summer of 1988 I had graduated from high school and went with my buddy and his dad to drive down to his dad's house in Tampico, Mexico. We got to Matamoros just over the border from Brownsville, Texas and the car broke down. We spent about 3 days there waiting for it to be fixed - going to the market, buying switchblades and fireworks and eating $1.25 carne asada 3 times a day. The rest of the trip was uneventful - car fixed, spent 2 weeks in Tampico and took a bus back to Chicago.

It was later that year that they found remains of several blue-eyed college Americans (like me) in the Matamoros area that a local drug lord had killed over the summer in a Satanic sacrifice to protect his drug business.

So, not pants-crappingly terrifying, but still a little creepy to know that that could have been me hacked up in a ditch.


Very creepy. I remember when those bodies were found. We had a satellite t.v. with a descrambler and saw some of the unedited newsfeeds that showed the bodies being recovered. The whole thing was surreal, like a real life horror movie. Here's the link to the leader's Wiki page: Adolfo Constanzo
 
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