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2009-10-31 12:26:23 AM
muck4doo: Be afraid. Be very afraid.

My 5-year-old daughter just saw the octo-mom pic and said: "she gots too much babies, and she don't want to share."
 
2009-10-31 12:31:46 AM
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.


I remember that one, heebie-farkin-jeebies!
 
2009-10-31 12:32:23 AM
As a child I was doing my homework in the living. I, for some reason, was alone. The largest TV in the home has always been in the living room. Comfortable and mostly content I suddenly get the urge to look up. There reflected in the TV screen is what looks like a personification of Death, black robes, tall eerie looking figure. I whip my head around so fast I'm surprised I didn't get whiplash. There was nothing. Naturally freaked I scurry to my room and lock the door.

Now the older I get the more frightened I am of seeing someone in a reflection because I'm much more a sceptic and expect a reflection to either rape me and/or horribly murder me.

When I told my parents this my mother wasn't at all concerned. My family is not religious, my mother is the closest one to having a formal belief system, she believes in the Saint of Death and only it. For protection and such, I don't know anything about it really as I wasn't brought up with it so I couldn't elaborate. My mother thought it was Death looking out for me. If that is true (I mean existentially speaking) I would certainly hope so! How horrible it would be to see Death then get murdered so young.

I don't have a cluster of scary stories, my family experiences them more than I do. My maternal family home is suppose to be haunted yet I've never seen at thing. I'll say a few of them though in brief.

A lot of people have seen the ghost of a small boy. He plays with my cousins' litany of toys apparently. The building constructed behind the house is an apartment complex. When speaking to a resident who lives near the home she says she also has the same child playing with their toys. My family believes the child was most likely raped and murdered when the building was constructed with his remains hidden somewhere in the foundation.

There appears to be a gateway to either hell or lets ghosts in the home. A camera has went to static on only one section of one of the rooms. In the same room one of my uncles placed a recording device as there was always thumping, scaring occurring there. He refuses to let anyone listen to the tape. Apparently it freak him (and his wife) out because they heard screams of pain, chains, etc, the usually you'd expect to hear from hell.

During a holiday block party there was a huge chaotic seen when someone realized there was a women on top of one of the high rises. They looked on in horror in shock as she jumped and promptly vanished several stories up in the air.

There are more, much more and I think I'll post them later.
 
2009-10-31 12:37:56 AM
GaryPDX: Once upon a time this guy got elected on two words, hope and change. Little did people know he was going to crash America. Then the zombie apocalypse began because the government wanted to make all your healthcare decisions for you. So they tried fear and panic so people would sign up for their 2000 page indoctrination manual on being a good health care citizen of the state.

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

/WOLVERINES!
//The end.



Scariest entry yet....true and fortelling :)
 
2009-10-31 12:44:50 AM
etler: A few things..

- When I was a kid I had a lamp in my bedroom that was made to look like a big bunch of plastic balloons with a little guy at the base holding them and a night light.

One of my friends had one of those when I was a kid, it freaked me out too. I made her take it off the nightstand when I stayed over.

Marmots love screaming I guess.
I lawled.
 
2009-10-31 12:51:48 AM
Maggie_Luna: As a child I was doing my homework in the living. I, for some reason, was alone. The largest TV in the home has always been in the living room. Comfortable and mostly content I suddenly get the urge to look up. There reflected in the TV screen is what looks like a personification of Death, black robes, tall eerie looking figure. I whip my head around so fast I'm surprised I didn't get whiplash. There was nothing. Naturally freaked I scurry to my room and lock the door.

Now the older I get the more frightened I am of seeing someone in a reflection because I'm much more a sceptic and expect a reflection to either rape me and/or horribly murder me.

When I told my parents this my mother wasn't at all concerned. My family is not religious, my mother is the closest one to having a formal belief system, she believes in the Saint of Death and only it. For protection and such, I don't know anything about it really as I wasn't brought up with it so I couldn't elaborate. My mother thought it was Death looking out for me. If that is true (I mean existentially speaking) I would certainly hope so! How horrible it would be to see Death then get murdered so young.

I don't have a cluster of scary stories, my family experiences them more than I do. My maternal family home is suppose to be haunted yet I've never seen at thing. I'll say a few of them though in brief.

A lot of people have seen the ghost of a small boy. He plays with my cousins' litany of toys apparently. The building constructed behind the house is an apartment complex. When speaking to a resident who lives near the home she says she also has the same child playing with their toys. My family believes the child was most likely raped and murdered when the building was constructed with his remains hidden somewhere in the foundation.

There appears to be a gateway to either hell or lets ghosts in the home. A camera has went to static on only one section of one of the rooms. In the same room one of my uncles placed a recording device as there was always thumping, scaring occurring there. He refuses to let anyone listen to the tape. Apparently it freak him (and his wife) out because they heard screams of pain, chains, etc, the usually you'd expect to hear from hell.

During a holiday block party there was a huge chaotic seen when someone realized there was a women on top of one of the high rises. They looked on in horror in shock as she jumped and promptly vanished several stories up in the air.

There are more, much more and I think I'll post them later.


Hi Maggie.

Your post is an unusual post and I have been reading here off and on for a long while. I know from your login that you are new to Fark. Do you have someone you can talk to if you feel like you have flu or something? If not please post here or on another thread, I will check in.
 
2009-10-31 12:53:23 AM
That "Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark" book was one of those things as a kid that I both loved and dreaded. I think I did eventually have to get rid of the book.

It wasn't so much the stories as those illustrations that had me right terrified. The picture of The Thing in particular horrified me.
 
2009-10-31 01:01:49 AM
GoSurfing: 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.


I think this is the case in any near-death experience. Car crash, airplane malfunction (plane lost pressure an hour after take-off--holy shiat, I was scared out of my mind!), or any cataclysmic event. Adrenaline pumps so fast that time nearly stands still. And you end up remembering every. single. detail.

To this day, I won't swim in a lake or ocean (mind you, I live around the corner from the beach). Pools are okay--they have finite borders.
 
2009-10-31 01:09:14 AM
Delay

Hi Maggie.

Your post is an unusual post and I have been reading here off and on for a long while. I know from your login that you are new to Fark. Do you have someone you can talk to if you feel like you have flu or something? If not please post here or on another thread, I will check in.

Not to be rude but I have no freaking clue what you're asking here, dude.
 
2009-10-31 01:11:06 AM
Maggie_Luna: Delay

Hi Maggie.

Your post is an unusual post and I have been reading here off and on for a long while. I know from your login that you are new to Fark. Do you have someone you can talk to if you feel like you have flu or something? If not please post here or on another thread, I will check in.

Not to be rude but I have no freaking clue what you're asking here, dude.shiat, that freaked me out.
 
2009-10-31 01:15:32 AM
Maggie_Luna: Delay

Hi Maggie.

Your post is an unusual post and I have been reading here off and on for a long while. I know from your login that you are new to Fark. Do you have someone you can talk to if you feel like you have flu or something? If not please post here or on another thread, I will check in.

Not to be rude but I have no freaking clue what you're asking here, dude.


I think that was the lamest attempt at an internet How you doin' ever.

I could be wrong, he may just be the psychopath staring thru your window.
 
2009-10-31 01:18:52 AM
Mordis: I could be wrong, he may just be the psychopath staring thru your window.

...and we've come full circle:

4.bp.blogspot.com
 
2009-10-31 01:21:03 AM
brigid_fitch: Mordis: I could be wrong, he may just be the psychopath staring thru your window.

...and we've come full circle:


Goddess, God, Saint George, and Buddha in a hand basket, is that from an episode of "Are you Afraid of the Dark?"? The episode where the child ghost goes "I'm cold."? Scared me as a brat!
 
2009-10-31 01:21:52 AM
brigid_fitch: Mordis: I could be wrong, he may just be the psychopath staring thru your window.

...and we've come full circle:


Isn't that rule #69 of the internet? "All conversations, if allowed to go on will eventually end up where they started"
 
2009-10-31 01:31:18 AM
Has anyone here experienced 'Sleep Paralysis'?
It can be scary as hell, but I have taught myself to enjoy the ride.

The brain is wide awake but the body is asleep. Farking weird.
 
2009-10-31 01:45:53 AM
Damn.

I'm not the only one who just watched over his shoulder uncomfortably, right? Right..?
 
2009-10-31 02:01:46 AM
Being an atheist/agnostic and a skeptic I'm fairly certain that a lot of ghostly experiences are really artifacts of the mind, but I love hearing ghost stories anyway and I'm gonna be thoroughly creeped out when I go to bed.

I have never had any real supernatural experiences myself. I kinda wish some of that stuff were true but I highly doubt it.

Seems like a lot of ghostly experiences can be attributed to the following:

a) dreams
b) sleep paralysis
c) kids experiencing brain strangeness they're not prepared to deal with rationally (fever, night terrors, extreme fear of the dark, group hysteria)
d) anyone getting really scared, panicking and imagining things
e) intoxicating substances
f) mental illness
g) random brain farts
h) hoaxes/pranks
i) natural shadows mistaken for ghosts
j) drafts
k) animals (owls hooting in the woods or squirrels in your attic)
l) the freaky but non-supernatural guy living in your attic, eating the squirrels
m) electromagnetic fields, maybe

as to m), my uncle said his one "ghost story" is that he stayed with friends for a while and coming down one night to get a glass of water, he had to pass near an old piano and felt a strong sensation of being watched. No spectre, no piano keys playing themselves, just that feeling.

He remarked on it the next day and the family said "Oh that's our ghost" - they had all felt that too. But after they moved the piano, it went away. The New Scientist article made me wonder if the piano was originally sitting next to a wall full of electrical wiring and something was going on with the piano wires to generate a field?

Also it'd be kind of funny if it turns out that time slips occasionally and "ghosts" are really living people projecting from the past or future ... if that were true and a two-way thing, then you'd probably scare them as much as they're scaring you. Imagine if those shadow people are really normal people from another time going "WTF is that in my bed???"
 
2009-10-31 02:09:00 AM
Bungalo: Damn.

I'm not the only one who just watched over his shoulder uncomfortably, right? Right..?


Ya you are.

On a totally unrelated note I've decided that I think I'll spend an all nighter gaming, reading, and maybe getting a little bit of work done - all with the lights on of course. This has nothing to do with having read every story in this thread, nothing at all.
 
2009-10-31 02:12:56 AM
Hey Kap

Don't look behind you. You think I was kidding, but I'm not.

Srsly.
 
2009-10-31 02:14:18 AM
This one is actually a true story--as in, this ACTUALLY happened.

Few years back, I was driving though central PA very late at night. I'm in the middle of bum fark central PA here. All of a sudden my car dies. So I at least have enough speed to get it pulled over to the side of the road. Try to start it, nothing. I break out my cell phone. That doesn't work powered off.

So I sat there for a few seconds wondering what the hell I'm going to do, I notice this goofy light in the field next to the road. There was this purple blob thing about 100ft off the ground. I thought it was just an odd looking cell tower, before I realised it was moving pretty slowly. Whatever it was, it was about the size if a small aircraft. Stayed around for a few seconds, then was just gone.

After it left, I was able to start my car again. But I lost all my radio presets, and my phone never worked again. Which kind of pissed me off because I had to pay for a new one. "mysterious purple blobs" aren't covered in the replacement policy.
 
2009-10-31 02:19:58 AM
I hope I can do this full justice but I really doubt I can. I rarely remember anything from my dreams worth mentioning, but this one just requires me to at least try and explain it, a nightmare I had that was vivid, and practically in full blown movie mode.

The first "scene" I really remember was just all these miners or whatever in this really crappy shack, with holes everywhere in the walls, and all the windows boarded up and little holes for them to stick their rifles through. It was obvious they'd been stuck in the shack for days, and there was just this aura of filth and stench and sleep deprivation because the ones with their pistols and rifles out the windows were shaky and pale and sweaty and just looked ready to fall down. And though it was super bright outside (a desert/western thing) you could see these shapes slink by, making like a slithering hissing noise, like some sort of demonic wolf or coyote or something. Anyways they finally decided to make a break for it and run, and hope that at least some of them would survive.

The rest of the dream is much less clear but I remember it being about how they'd released a demon by mining too deep. And the demon itself was just this really big human guy, missing his skin but with all the musculature and everything intact, and just constantly breeding, and of course he had the demonic hounds or whatever.

So theres that.
 
2009-10-31 02:25:20 AM
IdBeCrazyIf: You want scary. I've been locked inside a hotel room with nothing but the bare walls and floor, just me and Sarcastia wearing her strap on.

I'll tell you the meaning of fear


That's not fear you're feeling.
 
2009-10-31 02:29:59 AM
PickinWhiskers: Has anyone here experienced 'Sleep Paralysis'?
It can be scary as hell, but I have taught myself to enjoy the ride.

The brain is wide awake but the body is asleep. Farking weird.


I was going to post a first-hand account of SP but more than a few have done it before me. I have to say that no one has captured the pure terror that I felt before I learned what it was. I used to think that I had truly lost my mind.

/Now I welcome the experience because I can steer it into a lucid dream.
 
2009-10-31 02:31:00 AM
As to the classic stories - thanks for the caver one, that was awesome. I kept on clicking next, trying to get to the next page, muwhahahaha.

The guy driving from Amboy CA with the supposed ambush - if it was a true story, what if his friends who dared him to take the shortcut set up an elaborate practical joke? And those folks in the grass were there to laugh at the guy and then have a party.

and finally, if anybody can find this Fark horror story from years past I would be most obliged. I may be misremembering the details of this probably fictional yet excellent story. The narrator was a son in a family that bought a furnished house where the previous owner had disappeared, and the disappeared guy's family sold the house. This new family was redecorating it and pried an old painting off the wall. There was a hole behind the painting into a walled up room, where a mummified corpse was sitting in front of a TV. The dad decided to close up the hole and leave the dead guy there, because otherwise the dead guy's bastardy family would inherit his estate (or something). Anyone remember this?
 
2009-10-31 02:53:12 AM
More short shadow people?

In 2003, I had just got engaged to my girlfriend and we were living in her parent's unfinished basement between apartments while I was in college.

One night I woke up facing away from my side of the bed and saw two short, shadow figures suddenly dart towards me. They were dark black, darker than shadow, but I could make out arms, head, torso and legs. I bolted straight up to my knees in bed, terrified of setting foot out of it and closer to them, grabbed the blanket and sheet off the bed and started violently swinging them at the figures, trying to fend them off and/or trip them up so I could find something tangible in the mess to go after. My fiance screamed and sat up terrified in the chaos. Hearing her, I pressed a hand to her chest to hold her back away from me and the "attackers" but to keep a sense of where she was as well.

At that point I had swung the blankets back and forth several times. The shadows pulled back and started to circle around the bedroom to the foot of the bed but on the other side of the wall (it was unfinished and just consisted of wooden studs). I repositioned myself to stay between my wife and the shadows and started swinging the blankets again when they got close to the wall as if trying to step between the studs. My fiance was trying to see what I was seeing and had stopped screaming but was starting to cry, and when I paused my swinging she turned on a bedside lamp. They were gone.

I was shaking with fear and adrenaline, and could hear her dad start to make his way running down to us from his room upstairs. I was fully awake. She didn't hear or see anything, but saw that I was awake and watching something intently.

Now I would normally consider this some sort of hallucination experience that occurred as I started to wake up, but I've never had that kind of violent sleep/hallucination experience in my life, before or since. As a result of that nightmare/paranormal experience, I did some research and started to learn about night terrors, sleep paralysis, shadow people and abduction phenomena, but up until then I only knew of a couple of them and was only passively curious about them, so bias seems to be limited. And what I've learned about those subjects seems to point to paranormal. Nonetheless, it scared the hell out of all of us in the house as a result.
 
2009-10-31 03:00:32 AM
I will preface this stuff by saying my brother likes to explain his story away as him letting his imagination get away with him as a child - but he still has no idea why he would imagine it, and also insists he didn't make up what he thought he saw.

My stories:

#1: The Haunted Trampoline?
When I was ~8 and my bro was ~6 my brother starting occasionally saying that he saw a "white ninja" in the trees around our house. We moved to a new house in 1990, he was 9, and my room came with a wall covered in a photographic woodland scene of wallpaper. He again once said he saw the "ninja". We never mentioned it to our parents and I sort of treated it like an imaginary friend... but was his insistence always niggled at me.

A few years later at that house was when it got truly creepy. Our back yard was kitty-cornered by fencing with 3 other people back yards and our front yard. In the middle of this corner was our trampoline. Numerous times I would be out jumping on it with friends and we would all stop, bright daylight, look at each other silently acknowledging a CREEPY feeling and run back into the house. To me it always felt like someone was staring at us. A menacing feeling. Other times, we could camp out in sleeping bags all night on the trampoline and be perfectly comfortable.

Then at some point, it started again. My brother, now 12, started seeing the "ninja" again. Only this time, he was older and better able to articulate what he was seeing. He only saw him on the trampoline, when he was alone. Now, he described him as a "man in white". He would be jumping and see the man, only for a second and he leaped up in a spin, or back into a backflip, but when he landed and sprang up again the man would be gone. He described him to me this time as all white clothes, face all white, no features on his face. I've supposed now that, imagination or not, that's why he described him as a ninja as a small child. The "man" was so tall he could stand at the fence line, his shoulders and head taller than the 6 ft wooden fence, standing and staring, always from behind a different fence, in that maze of fences.

And then it stopped. There were maybe 4 occasions in the course of 2 years that he saw the "man". He always bolted for the house, just like me and my friends, when it happened. I'm not quite sure why we never mentioned any of this to our parents at the time, but I guess it was one of those childhood siblings things.

The Queen Mary

On Valentines Day of 2006, my boyfriend and I stayed in a suite in the Queen Mary. It was kept in the original condition, with dark badly lot bathroom, including taos for fresh and salt water in the tub; large mirror, and original wooden drawers built into the wall. We're both history buffs, and he's also a nut for classical liners and ships, so we decided to spend celebrate the holiday there. We were both aware of the haunted tales there, but not of any specific accounts.

Our 1st night in our room, we settled down to sleep. Sometime that night I was awakened by violently loud banging. What sounded like someone sliding open and slamming drawers. I was startled, but still groggy, tried to ignore it and go back to sleep. Just as I dozed off, it happened again. This time it sounded like someone was quickly sliding open and slamming shut all the drawers, probably about 7 in all. IN the room.

I layed there, curled up, listening, but didn't open my eyes. Strangely, even though both times it sounded like it was happening a few feet from my right, in the room, I was not particularly scared. It was almost like I had awakened into a dream, where you;re numb when you shouldn't be. And I went back to sleep.

The next morning, I brought it up with my BF - who is a very light sleeper. Did he hear that last night? He did, and did the same as I. Laid there, listened, neither of us alerting the other. So, I knew it wasn't a dream.

We went on the Ghost Tour later that day. Turns out, we were staying in the suite sharing a wall with the Churchill Suite, where Churchill planned D-Day in the bathtub, and reportedly had many sightings. Our room had had people report smelling cigar smoke.

The next night was peaceful. And to this day, we don't really know what to make of it.

I will say, I "want to believe", and have generally scratched up any other weird feelings/shadows in the night, as my imagination. But these two instances, I can't explain or write off.
 
2009-10-31 03:15:51 AM
phedex:
And the guy thats from indiana and met the weird old man, i'd
love to know where thats at. I'm always up for a road trip.


I'm nearly certain he's talking about Pine Village, Indiana, a little town on State Road 26 in Warren County, west of Purdue. Passed through there several times on various road trips when I was in college.
 
2009-10-31 03:16:28 AM
schezar: I should note that almost every story here can be explained by a combination of selective memory, Pareidolia, the ideomotor effect, and sleep paralysis.

Not true! Some of them are completely made-up.
 
2009-10-31 03:17:36 AM
minorshan

My wife and I had a similar experience while walking around the Queen Mary--loud banging coming from behind a framed photo on a wall followed by a sudden drop in temperature. We didn't stay in that area long enough to try and figure out what was going on.

They recently opened up parts of the engine room that were once closed to the public (to my knowledge, at least). It's pretty damn creepy down there with all that machinery, the smell of oil, the overall darkness. And being I live in the same city as QM, I don't think there isn't a single person I know that hasn't had some kind of odd experience on the ship. It truly is an interesting place.
 
2009-10-31 03:25:50 AM
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.


That was echo5juliet's story. Search for that handle here (^). Scary shiat!
 
2009-10-31 03:42:11 AM
PickinWhiskers: Has anyone here experienced 'Sleep Paralysis'?
It can be scary as hell, but I have taught myself to enjoy the ride.


It's better than a lot of drugs if you know what your doing.
 
2009-10-31 03:44:06 AM
phedex: Shadow People In house

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

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

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

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

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

basement calling

the second house, around 3rd grade.

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

THAT one was definitely a real experience, occuring in the middle of the day, i can't possibly blame it on a night terror. it was absolutely terrifying.


I wonder what the deal is with shadow figures? Many cultures have experiences with them, and they tend to be bad experiences like ours. Maybe it is a psychological thing rather than paranormal, but that is still fascinating and scary.
 
2009-10-31 03:44:56 AM
Many years ago I was visiting with several friends who rented a house together. They'd all been friends for years. We were all sitting in the living room, a couple of lively conversations were taking place. It was the middle of the day on a bright sunny day. I, and I'm fairly sure everyone else, was sober.

I found myself thirsty and went for a glass of water from the kitchen, which is maybe fifteen feet from the sitting area. I find and a suitable glass, fill it and drink from it. I wash it and place it in the dish drainer. At this time, one of the housemates joins me in the kitchen and starts amicable conversation while he fills and begins to drink from the same glass. I take two steps into the dining room as it were, as the kitchen is somewhat small.

He's illustrating some point (which I don't remember as it didn't seem important at the time) when he verbally trails off without finishing his sentence. His eyes glaze over and he begins to stare through me, as though he is transfixed on some distant imaginary horizon. I notice that he suddenly has an unusual gray pallor to his skin. He takes what seems like an unusually long step toward me, with his hand outstretched as if offering me the glass. Before I can tell him I'd already had a drink, I take the glass from him and place it on the counter with my left hand; as I mitigate his fall to the floor by catching him with my right hand and rolling him across my hip and knee to place him on the floor where I'd been standing, without dropping him or smacking his head on the floor. He is now completely unconscious, though his eyes are still wide open and staring through the ceiling off into deep space.

I yell to the people sitting in the other room "Hey! "Dave" just completely passed out!"

No reply. I check for a pulse with two fingers on the jugular. He feels cold to the touch. His pulse is weak but present. He is not breathing. The other room which had been bubbling with conversation and enthusiasm a moment ago was now eerily quiet.

I think he may need CPR but don't really care for the idea of putting my mouth on his unless it's absolutely necessary, so I yell louder this time: "Hey guys! "Dave" just passed out and isn't breathing!" thinking one of them might come help, or affirm that CPR is a good idea, or clarify that he's narcoleptic and not to worry or something. They're maybe ten feet away and at this point and I'm definitely not using my 'inside voice'. I still get no reply. I am in fact, answered with total silence from the other room.

As a final resort before giving him mouth to mouth I grab him by the face and yell at him "DAVE! WAKE UP! DAVE! MAN! BREATHE!" which to my great relief, actually worked. When I told him to breathe he starts to draw breath, shallow and uneven at first, but gradually his breathing returned to normal. His eyes began to regain focus. His skin slowly returned to a more live than dead sort of tone.

He said quietly, still laying on the floor "Thanks. I heard your voice, it was like you were waaaaaay off in the distance. Everything was dark. I was able focus on your voice long enough to pull through." He didn't remember taking the step or handing me the glass and was mildly confused that he was now laying on the floor some 6 feet from where he'd been standing.

I return to the other room and ask them "Didn't you guys hear me? "Dave" just passed out and wasn't breathing. I hollered for you guys! I nearly had to give him CPR.. Why didn't any of you come help?"

After a long uncomfortable silence where no-one made eye contact with anyone else, one of the other housemates said with a look of consternation, "It was very strange in here as well."

I asked the one who replied about it years later, he seemed confused that I'd ask about it, and slightly annoyed that he couldn't explain what happened for the rest of them at the time. From someone with a degree in Biology and who is normally fairly eloquent, I kind of expected a better explanation than "It was really weird, I don't know how to describe it."

I later asked one of the girls who'd been there what had happened in the other room while "Dave" passed out, she said "I have no idea. It was like I was frozen. It just felt totally bizarre. I didn't hear you guys at all. "

Not really scary in the classic sense, I know, but I never did get a decent answer about what happened that day.
 
2009-10-31 04:03:00 AM
Laz Long: PickinWhiskers: Has anyone here experienced 'Sleep Paralysis'?
It can be scary as hell, but I have taught myself to enjoy the ride.

The brain is wide awake but the body is asleep. Farking weird.

I was going to post a first-hand account of SP but more than a few have done it before me. I have to say that no one has captured the pure terror that I felt before I learned what it was. I used to think that I had truly lost my mind.

/Now I welcome the experience because I can steer it into a lucid dream.


I tried to post a thread but got the 'bad kitty' response. Do you have a link? I would love to hear about others experiences.
My first one terrified me. I, as you said, thought I had lost my mind. I have learned to enjoy the trip, I guess. They are a bit scary when happening, but when I finally really wake up I think: That was kinda cool!
 
2009-10-31 04:11:07 AM
greenapple2step: I don't know if this falls under scary but it does fall into horror.

Back in the day I was a lifeguard. Out door pool. Anyway I was getting ready to open. I was walking up the stair and I see this kid running towards the street. Cue the garbage truck going far too fast for a laveway.It was like in slow motion. I turn to run after the kid(about 5 years old) Yelling stop. As the words left my lips the kid was already under the rear wheels of the garbage truck. It ran right over her neck and chest and crushed her skull.I ran to the phone and called 911. The 911 operator instructed me to check the kid for vitals. So I did. I reach her and the truck had rolled off of her body. Her head was completely flat and her brain had popped out the top and rolled(slithered) right across the street.
Finally the ambulance arrived and the cops.
Anyway the cops started yelling at me and threatening me because I did not do cpr.
They made me pick up her brain and put it in a bag. They said it was my punishment for not doing cpr.


That is unbelievable. Did you submit their abusive behaviour as part of the police report? And civilians should never be asked to handle physical evidence. All of those arseholes should have been charged.

Sorry you went through that.
 
2009-10-31 04:28:02 AM
My truly scary story. Since I got thinking about it, I had to write it:

It attacks at night. It always waits until I'm falling asleep. I've decided that it is always watching, always waiting. It wants me tired and worn out. It knows when I'm weak and can't fight back.

I don't have a name or word for it but I know what it is or at least what it does. It feeds off my fear. I also know that it's a coward. It never faces me, never lets me see it, and flees as soon as I break free of its control. Someday I am going to be fast enough to catch it. Until then, the best that I can do is practice fighting. No one believes me when I talk about it, but I know that it is real.

I don't know how it manages to sneak up on me. After all, I can hear it coming. It growls. Not from its throat like an animal, but in my head. The growl is low and angry. It fills my head with a load rumbling noise. If it were real sound, everyone would be awake, but that's not what it wants. I remember reading that a lion's roar causes its prey to freeze for an instant. I'm caught in the roar but no one else can hear it. I'm frozen. I can't move. I try to scream but nothing comes out. I know what happens next.

I try to tell myself not to be afraid. It has never really hurt me or even touched me (coward!). It just wants to wallow in my fear.

Then it is here. I know exactly where it is. I can feel it. Over there. Just out of my field of vision. It's dark and cold but that's not what I feel. I feel its hate. I feel its anger. I feel evil washing over me. I know that I shouldn't feed it but terror overcomes me. I'm feeding it.

The battle begins. Maybe this time I'll be able to reach it. If I ever get my hands on it I'll show it what anger and hate really mean. If I can manage to make even the smallest movement, I can break free. Arms and legs never work. Last time, it was a finger. That doesn't work. Maybe a toe? No luck. The thing already knows that one. OK, something new. In my mind, I build a shout. I'm not trying to use my voice, just my mind. One word pushing back against the roaring. The word builds up and fills my head. I'm winning! The roaring is going back. Not away, just back. It isn't inside my head anymore. One final push. "NO!"

Dad comes running in. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he says. What can I say? I don't need to watch him poke inside the closets and under the bed to show me that the thing is gone. I know that it is gone. It ran as soon as I was free. No Dad, It wasn't just a nightmare. It will be back.

/This is a first-hand account of one of a series of encounters that I had as a child. Many of you will recognize it as Sleep Paralysis. As a young adult, I learned what it was and how to control it, but I can guarantee you that a child is not prepared for this. When it happens, it is as real as anything else. The feelings of hate, evil, and malevolence are real. Above all else, the terror is real.
 
2009-10-31 04:32:59 AM
Ennuipoet: I was only there for part of it, I never saw the light but I did see my dog go off like he was chasing someone and then stop and sit down when nothing was there. I do know that for about an hour and a half fifty plus armed cops were scared shiatless in an area full of armed nuclear weapons and nothing was ever found and the whole thing written up as sensor malfunctions.

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



Laser pointer light (some human holding it) + wind.
 
2009-10-31 04:33:13 AM
I lived in an haunted house. I was probably the only teenager who did not want their parents to leave her alone in the house.

"Wait, you're leaving for the weekend? Oh, Fark. I am sleeping on the couch with all the lights on."

Seriously, that's what I did whenever they would leave. Every single light would be turned on regardless if I even thought about entering the room. The things that would happen in the house seemed tame by paranormal standards; doorknobs rattling, lights flickering, pots and plates clunking around, doors that never moved on their own suddenly closing, objects disappearing only to reappear days later in another room. But the worse was the feeling of being watched. You could actually sense what ever it was walking across the room like another person. Sometimes it would stand at my bedroom closet and stare at me at night.

One time when I was around 11, I had sneaked out in the middle of the night to watch TV in the living room. Being a kid, I sat within inches of the screen just so I could keep the volume really low. Suddenly I felt an itching on my back, like something was pressing against my skin. I went to scratch and I touched a hand. Individual fingers and veiny skin. A man's hand. I turned around but no one was there. The hand wasn't there on my back either. I turned off the TV, ran to my bed and hid under my covers. I didn't sleep that night.

Another time, years later when I was a teenager, I was alone in the house again but it was day time. I went to go to the bathroom when I passed my parents' room. Now my parents' room was the worst room in the house in terms of the hauntings. The moment you entered it, you had a sense of dread. I hated that room and refused to go into it after dark. I even hated going into it during the day. So, there I was passing by when I spotted a red ball of light floating right in front of the mirror. The odd thing? The light didn't cast a reflection. I stood there for about ten seconds staring at the red ball before brushing it off as "the ghost" and simply went to the bathroom. When I came back out, the ball was gone. Thinking back now, I brushed off the ghost easily as "meh" because my head couldn't wrap around the fact that it didn't have a reflection.

The strangest thing was, it was a brand new house. But the land, oh, man, the land had a dark, bloody history. Two wars and the site of a slave auction house. Even stranger, every other house in that neighborhood had its own ghost. People would talk about their inhabitants like they were talking about their pets.

"It kept me up all night, scratching the door. I told it shut up and let me sleep."
 
2009-10-31 04:35:19 AM
In 1995, my mom died from cancer. I was there at the moment she died, and so was the man I was engaged to at the time. She had been in a coma for 3 days. Right before she died, the room got brighter. I could see something made of light come into the room from the corner of the ceiling, and it went into her body. I jumped up from the chair I was in, and I turned to my fiance. He had jumped up too, and he grabbed me and said "Do you see that! The room is brighter!" I said yes, and we both looked at my mom. She opened her eyes, looked at us perfectly clearly and pushed herself into a sitting position. She shouldn't have been able to do any of that. Her right shoulder was completely dislocated. Her left eye had rolled up into her head and wasn't focusing before the coma. She had wasted down to 65 pounds. But there she was, completely awake and coherent. She looked at both of us, and was trying to say something, but obviously couldn't find the words. I reached down and touched her leg, and told her it was okay to go, and that I loved her. She smiled, and gently laid back on the bed. We saw the light leave her body, followed by another light, which I think was her. The night nurse at the hospice saw it too, and was excited that my mom had an 'angel' escort her to the other side.

Three days after my mom died, I was sound asleep, dreaming. I don't remember what I was dreaming about, but I remember that all of a sudden, I was yanked from the dream, and was standing in front of my mom. She looked like a human-shaped light figure, no facial features or anything, but I knew it was her somehow. She asked me to get pregnant, because she wanted to come back, and hated being without a body. I started trying to convince her to stay where she was for awhile, so she could review her life, and decide what to do next without making any rash decisions. We discussed it back and forth, and finally made an agreement that she would stay where she was for a year, and if she wanted to come back after that, I would consider getting pregnant. We hugged, and she walked away. I snapped back into consciousness. I was lying on my back in bed, looking straight up at the ceiling. I remember thinking that it was very weird that this encounter just happened. I turned my head to the left in the dark, to see if my fiance was asleep. He was laying on his side staring at me with huge eyes. Before I could ask him why he was awake, he said "We are NOT getting pregnant!" It turns out he saw my mom come into the room, put her hand into my body, and saw me 'pop' out of my body. He heard the whole conversation, even though no actual words were being spoken. He quoted the entire conversation, both sides, word for word. He was raised Catholic, and didn't believe in ghosts or anything, and was very scared by what he saw. He also said he was happy about it, because to him this proved there is life after death.

My mom continued to visit off and on for several years, often in front of various people. The latest was a few months ago, when she came in front of my current fiance, right after I said I wished he could meet her. She freaked him out too. But he said he thought it was cool that she showed up to meet him. She hasn't been back since then.
 
2009-10-31 04:46:49 AM
TheFarkinEmpress: In 1995, my mom died from cancer. I was there at the moment she died, and so was the man I was engaged to at the time. She had been in a coma for 3 days. Right before she died, the room got brighter. I could see something made of light come into the room from the corner of the ceiling, and it went into her body. I jumped up from the chair I was in, and I turned to my fiance. He had jumped up too, and he grabbed me and said "Do you see that! The room is brighter!" I said yes, and we both looked at my mom. She opened her eyes, looked at us perfectly clearly and pushed herself into a sitting position. She shouldn't have been able to do any of that. Her right shoulder was completely dislocated. Her left eye had rolled up into her head and wasn't focusing before the coma. She had wasted down to 65 pounds. But there she was, completely awake and coherent. She looked at both of us, and was trying to say something, but obviously couldn't find the words. I reached down and touched her leg, and told her it was okay to go, and that I loved her. She smiled, and gently laid back on the bed. We saw the light leave her body, followed by another light, which I think was her. The night nurse at the hospice saw it too, and was excited that my mom had an 'angel' escort her to the other side.

Three days after my mom died, I was sound asleep, dreaming. I don't remember what I was dreaming about, but I remember that all of a sudden, I was yanked from the dream, and was standing in front of my mom. She looked like a human-shaped light figure, no facial features or anything, but I knew it was her somehow. She asked me to get pregnant, because she wanted to come back, and hated being without a body. I started trying to convince her to stay where she was for awhile, so she could review her life, and decide what to do next without making any rash decisions. We discussed it back and forth, and finally made an agreement that she would stay where she was for a year, and if she wanted to come back after that, I would consider getting pregnant. We hugged, and she walked away. I snapped back into consciousness. I was lying on my back in bed, looking straight up at the ceiling. I remember thinking that it was very weird that this encounter just happened. I turned my head to the left in the dark, to see if my fiance was asleep. He was laying on his side staring at me with huge eyes. Before I could ask him why he was awake, he said "We are NOT getting pregnant!" It turns out he saw my mom come into the room, put her hand into my body, and saw me 'pop' out of my body. He heard the whole conversation, even though no actual words were being spoken. He quoted the entire conversation, both sides, word for word. He was raised Catholic, and didn't believe in ghosts or anything, and was very scared by what he saw. He also said he was happy about it, because to him this proved there is life after death.

My mom continued to visit off and on for several years, often in front of various people. The latest was a few months ago, when she came in front of my current fiance, right after I said I wished he could meet her. She freaked him out too. But he said he thought it was cool that she showed up to meet him. She hasn't been back since then.


Thanks for the story! :)
 
2009-10-31 04:56:53 AM
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.


Here you go. Warning...it's in PDF format.
 
2009-10-31 05:00:52 AM
You're welcome!
 
2009-10-31 05:10:18 AM
My wife and I are very rational people; we're the kind of people who, upon hearing a strange noise, would likely go toward it instead of away from it, to figure out what it was (all while the audience screams "no, you idiots!", just before we lose our heads to a chainsaw wielding maniac)...

Even so, we have experienced some strange things during our times together.

Oh, sure, most can be explained as something "normal"; brakes fail on cars all the time, and come rolling at you down inclines; strange "fires" seen on the mountainside that no one reports on the news anywhere; a crazy one-legged man seen in the glare of your headlights, kicking his way down the road in his wheelchair, grinning like a maniac...

Or how about that time when we lived in a house we called "The 70's Mystery Mansion", which was owned by my brother-in-law's parents; we'd have lamps and other lights turn themselves on and off occasionally; I would blame the dodgy wiring, or maybe a funky switch - as far as any of us knew nothing dodgy or strange happened in the house, but this was out on the edge of Phoenix; maybe the house was built on an old indian grave? Right...

When we were looking to buy our first house, we toured this one house that to this day I am not sure what exactly we experienced. On the outside, it was a pretty normal ranch-style home (we toured older houses, as they were in our price range, and we didn't want an HOA), but inside was a lot of strangeness. Things didn't "feel" right inside, the owner and his brother were odd ducks, and when we went down the hallway to check out the bedrooms, it felt like the hallway grew, and that it was longer than it looked, and everything felt off balance (the closest real experience I can compare it to is how a plane feels when you are in the very back row as it takes off down the runway, lifts off, turns, rolls, etc - how "gravity" feels like it is behind you due to the acceleration, and the tube of the plane twists and such as you look down the aisle); something like the hallway scenes in the original "The Shining" movie.

Then there is the drink mixer that randomly turned on in our kitchen; a mixer my mom owned but never used. She passed away at the end of this past July, after a long and futile "battle" with growing dementia, alzheimers, and who knows what else (the doctors told us she was fine, but she had very severe edema; we're almost positive she had congestive heart failure of some sort, but we could never get her to take the tests for that - she probably would have died trying them if she had). Toward the end, she would keep my wife and I up all night chanting - one time she chanted for 14 hours straight; this was even after hospice had given her enough demerol and morphine to stop a elephant. The chanting was a pleading of some sort; we're not sure if she was wanting to die, or not wanting to die - she looked at us as if we were nothing, there wasn't much if any comprehension behind those eyes, toward the end.

If there were going to be any hauntings in this house, one would think it would be from her. Based on what we could gather before and after the fact, she honestly thought she wasn't going to die. Her mind was going long before she came to stay with us; with found tons of example of gibberish writing on envelopes and pieces of paper; hundreds of times she would write her name down, or her address or phone number, or little notes that would say something like "this is what I have so I can tell"...

Maybe she wanted to use the mixer...?

/personally thinks it was just a cheap and faulty switch.
//it does make pretty good milkshakes, though!
 
2009-10-31 05:12:11 AM
On a lighter note: Friendly poltergeists?

My Mom had a habit of chiding the house poltergeists when little stuff would go missing around the house. It was all light hearted. Just "OK, you've had your fun. Now bring it back!" to the house in general. It was sort of a family joke that no one ever misplaced things. It was just the poltergeist being naughty. Naturally (given a house full of kids) everything eventually showed up in unexpected places.

Fast forward a few years. I was out of the house and on my own with a full size studio apartment all to my own. Freedom at last!

Then things started disappearing. Little stuff, mainly spoons and forks. I eventually found them where I had mislaid them (I can understand how a soup spoon ended up in the bottom of refrigerator) but the last straw was when the stupid spaghetti strainer/ladle thingy (whatever it's called) went missing. It's not something that you can just set down and not notice. As far as I could remember, it never left the kitchen.

"OK, you've had your fun. Now bring it back!" I said out loud as I headed out the door.

How the hell did that thing get in my car?
 
2009-10-31 05:15:48 AM
Found this stuck to my door handle after returning from the submarine races the other night.
farm3.static.flickr.com
 
2009-10-31 05:17:07 AM
I remember clearly a charred probably dead man in a bowler hat standing over my crib when I was a child. It was a very sharp memory that stayed with me until I was 11 year old.

Later on I discovered that it was probably a "LOST IN SPACE" episode when I watched it on television much later and recognized the similar shaped and similar appearance of the "charred man in the bowler hat".

Link to video:

Wreck of the Robot
http://www.hulu.com/watch/13163/lost-in-space-wreck-of-the-robot (pops)
Wreck of the Robot 213 December 14, 1966 Nathan Juran Barney Slater
Dr. Smith, Will and the Robot find a cave where they encounter shadowy beings who demand the Robot be given to them to examine. The three flee back to the Jupiter 2 where aliens project a message to Professor Robinson with an offer to buy the Robot, but he refuses to sell. When the aliens threaten to harm the family, the Robot voluntarily gives himself up for their experiment. The beings end up taking the Robot apart and then later dump his parts in a heap on the Robinson's doorstep. Will rebuilds the Robot, but suddenly everything mechanical around the ship goes haywire. The Robot warns the aliens are building a weapon that controls machinery and the Robinsons must stop their evil plans.
 
2009-10-31 05:20:35 AM
Pic from the LOST IN SPACE episode "Wreck of the Robot" of the "Scary Shadow Men"

http://img441.imageshack.us/img441/7618/scarylostinspacebeings.jpg (pops)
 
2009-10-31 05:21:15 AM
Grr... posted it wrong

img441.imageshack.us
 
2009-10-31 05:25:55 AM
The only thing that's happened to me that I truly can't explain was when I was about 9 years old. Me, my mother, and my brother were living with my grandparents shortly after my parents divorced. The bed in my room belonged to my mother - it was given to her as a child after she was run over by a car because my grandparents were so happy she was ok (she was in a coma for a couple of weeks). They told her she could have anything she wanted (within reason, of course), and she chose a four post canopy bed. This was "my" bed for the time being. The bed did not have the canopy on it - instead, there were ornamental post caps. Each one had a small post on the bottom - about 4 inches long and about 1/2 inch wide - that secured them to the top of the bedposts. One of those was broken, so the post on it was about 1/2 inch long. It fell off all the time.

Anyway, I was asleep in that bed, and I was having a really scary dream. The dream itself was really random, but it just had that scary feeling to it. I'm sure most of you know what I'm talking about. In my dream, I was ENORMOUS. Like so big that I could barely stand on the earth. I was having a spinning contest with this thing that looked like an oval with a big spike coming out of the top & bottom of it. Somehow, the fate of the world was to be determined by the outcome of this contest. So we spun and spun, faster and faster, until I thought I was going to black out. It was right then that something landed on my foot (back in the real world) and woke me up.

One of the post-cap things had fallen on my foot.

But it wasn't the broken one

That one remained securely in its precarious place. The one that fell on my foot had the intact 4 inch long post. Needless to say, I was scared out of my mind, so I went to go tell my mom what happened. I walked into her room and tripped over the freaking cord to the TV controller (the really old ones that were a box about 10"x5"x3" or so and had a cord that ran to the TV), sending it crashing to the floor along with whatever debris was on top of the TV, which made an awful racket. That was all I could take - I screamed, my mother started screaming, my little brother started screaming, my grandparents rushed in to see what was the matter...

We all had a good laugh about it and went back to bed, but I still can't explain that damned post.
 
2009-10-31 05:28:35 AM
Don't mean to be the second cornflakes pisser, but I thought this thread was going to be full of, ya know, real scary stories. I was disappointed to read a bunch of "in the middle of the night, I heard, saw, bla bla bla"

That's why echo5juliet is the best- because it actually happened.

In a snarky website full of Christian bashers, I didn't expect ~400 posts to be about ghosts and visions. What a bunch of farking dolts.
 
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