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2010-10-31 10:13:48 AM  

meg12279: this isn't scary, but weird.
My husband's father died a few months before I got pregnant. He had really, really wanted to be a grandfather.

One day when Henry (our son) was maybe a few weeks old, Ben (husband) came home, and I said I needed a break. He said "Ok, let me get something to eat and then I'll take him".

The baby was fussing, so I went and sat in our office chair, which rocks, with my back to the door. I started rocking, and the baby fell asleep. I was exhausted, so I shut my eyes, too. I heard someone come into the office, felt the floor shake and everything, and felt them standing behind the chair with their hand on the back of it. I was not asleep. I assumed it was Ben, and was wondering why he wasn't saying anything. I thought

"Man, I bet he thinks I'm asleep so he's just going to sneak out and not take his turn with the baby." so I kept my eyes closed, thinking I would wait to see if he left.

I am certain someone was standing there. I could feel them and smell them. Then I realized I could smell cigarettes. Neither Ben or I smoke. But his dad did.

I opened my eyes and turned around. Nobody there. Went out to the living room, Ben's sitting on the couch eating. I asked him if he'd just walked into the office. Nope.

Since then I've heard footsteps several times and smelled the same smell. One day I heard and smelled it, and the baby looked up from his exersaucer and started smiling and waving. I said "Wayne, we miss you. You're welcome to come see the baby anytime, just don't scare him." I heard a cough. Nobody was home but me.

Not scary. More comforting, really.


Thank you for this story. My father died last April - he was only 58, but had battled a neuromuscular disease for 35 years and other crippling health problems for the last decade of his life. My brother's wife is expecting - if Dad only could have made it a couple more years, he could have finally been a grandfather. It was probably the one thing he wanted more than anything. I wish he could have made it just a little bit longer.

Today is Dad's 60th birthday. Love you and miss you, pop.
 
2010-10-31 10:17:14 AM  
Was it here that someone once posted a story about going up to a mounted deer head, and it flared its nostrils? It was short, to the point, and easily written off as imagination, but still goddamn creepy.
 
2010-10-31 11:06:43 AM  
My misses is away celebrating Samhain with her grove today and I'm in the house all by myself. I've been reading through this thread for the last few hours with The Who's Live at the Isle of White DVD on in the background and several cups of coffee. I've not enjoyed a thread so much since the Superhero Smackdown threads.

Thanks for all the stories, guys and girls.
 
2010-10-31 11:11:06 AM  
See, I just happened to be back on the East coast a few years back
I was tryin' to make me a buck like everybody else
I'll be damned if times didn't get hard, and Christ I got down on my luck
And I got tired of just roamin' and bummin' around
So I started thumbin' my way back to my old hometown
And you know, I made quite a few miles in the first couple of days
You know, I figured I'd be home in a week if my luck held out this way
You know, it was the third night, oh and I got stranded
And it was out at a cold lonely crossroads
And as the rain came pouring down, man I was hungry
Yeah, I was hungry, tired and freezin', caught myself a chill
But it was just about that time Yeah, it was just about that time that the lights of an ol' semi topped the hill
You should've seen me smile when I heard them air brakes come on
Yeah, and I climbed up into that cab where I knew it'd be warm
At the wheel... well, at the wheel sat a big man
And I'd have to say he must've weighed two ten
As he stuck out a big hand and he said with a grin 'Big Joe's the name, and this here rig's called Phantom 309'
Well, I asked him why he called his rig such a name
And you know, he turned to me and said 'Why son, don't you know this here rig'll be puttin' 'em all to shame
Nah, there ain't a driver
No, there ain't a driver on this or any other line for that matter that..
That's seen nothin' but the taillights of Big Joe and Phantom 309
So we rode and we talked the better part of the night
And I told my stories and Joe told his
And I smoked up all his Viceroys as we rolled along
Pushed her ahead with 10 forward gears
Man, that dashboard was lit like the old Madam La Rue pinball
Serious semi truck
Till almost mysteriously..
Well, it was the lights of a truck stop that rolled into sight you go, you see...
You see, I kinda gotta be makin' a turn just up the road a piece
I'll be damned if he didn't toss me a dime as he threw her in low and said 'Go on in there son, and get yourself a hot cup of coffee on Big Joe'
I mean to tell you, when Joe and his rig pulled off into the night
Man, in nothing flat they was clean outta sight
So I walked into this stop, well I ordered me up a cup of mud, sayin' 'Big Joe's settin' this dude up' but it got so deadly quiet in that place
Yeah, it got so deadly quiet in that place, you could've heard a pin drop
And as the waiter's face turned kinda pale I said 'What's the matter, did I say somethin' wrong?'
I kinda said with a half way grin
He said, 'No son, you see it'll kinda happen every now and then
Cause every driver in here knows Big Joe, son, but...
But let me tell you what happened just 10 years ago out there
Yeah, it was 10 years ago, out there at that cold lonely crossroads
And there was a whole bus load of kids
And then they were just comin' from school
And they were right in the middle when Joe topped the hill and..
They could've been slaughtered except Joe turned his wheels
And he jacknifed, yeah he jacknifed, and he went into a skid
And you know, folks around here, well..
They say he gave his life to save that bunch of kids
And out there at that cold lonely crossroads
Well, they're saying it was the end of the line for Big Joe and Phantom 309
But it's funny you know, cause... cause every now and then
Yeah, every now and then when the moon's holdin' the water
Well, they say that old Joe'll stop and give you a ride
It seems, just like you, some hitchhiker'll be comin' by
'So here, son,' he said to me, 'you get yourself another cup of coffee It's on the house,
I kind of want you to hang on to that dime
Yeah, I kind of want you to hang on to that dime as a souvenir
I want you to keep that dime as a souvenir of Big Joe
Of Big Joe and Phantom Big Joe and Phantom 309
 
2010-10-31 11:20:22 AM  
OK. I don't tell this one often, buuut... At college, there was a somewhat infamous ghost, and a seriously messed up student I knew personally. The story involves the last night either of them was seen on campus:

A girl, wrapped up head-to-toe in a blanket, picked a floor and a room in the co-ed dorms, and knocked. How and why she chose that door I don't know. When a guy, dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt answered the door, she dropped the blanket, and revealed herself to be completely nude. She had scars, burns and welts all up and down her forearms and legs.

"I can't do it to myself anymore. I need you to hurt me - hurt me real bad."

He took her into the room, and strapped her to his bedframe, face down, with some torn sheets, and gave her his leather belt to bite down on.

He didn't take advantage of her. Instead, he took a marker, and made a rough sketch that took up most of her back. Then he slowly, carefully, methodically went over the lines of his sketch with a linoleum knife. All she had to do was spit out the belt and scream - there were people in the hall and in the next room. She never did. When he was done, there was an image of a skeleton flying on angel wings carved into her back.

Which was the student, which was the ghost? I made a promise to never tell. Both seemed to have found peace.
 
2010-10-31 11:56:32 AM  

IwasKloot:
Big Joe and Phantom 309


Thanks for that! I haven't thought about or heard that song in, geesh, 25 years or so. Off to the YouTubes to see if I can find it...
 
2010-10-31 12:01:47 PM  

ObscureNameHere: IwasKloot:
Big Joe and Phantom 309

Thanks for that! I haven't thought about or heard that song in, geesh, 25 years or so. Off to the YouTubes to see if I can find it...


That was the Tom waits version. I love his idiosyncratic storytelling.
 
2010-10-31 12:23:58 PM  

elchip: "Daddy, I had a bad dream."

You blink your eyes and pull up on your elbows. Your clock glows red in the darkness - it's 3:23. "Do you want to climb into bed and tell me about it?"

"No, Daddy."

The oddness of the situation wakes you up more fully. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness of your room. "Why not, sweetie?"

"Because in my dream, when I told you about the dream, the thing wearing Mommy's skin sat up."

For a moment, you feel paralyzed; you can't take your eyes off of your daughter. The covers behind you begin to shift.


YAY! Awesome
 
2010-10-31 12:42:49 PM  
I'm not sure if anyones still paying attention to this thread, but I decided to tell my story. I've told this story on one other site, years ago...but I figured the time was right to tell it again.

My family lived out in the country during most of the years I spent growing up. Country living can be very quiet and peaceful, but at night the landscape and sounds can transform from "peaceful" to "oppressive and isolating". This particular year our house was surrounded on all sides by corn fields, which added to the sense of isolation. I was old enough to be left alone at night, but the responsibility of having the house to myself meant that the feeding and care of the animals fell to me as well. This particular fall night (I remember it was fall because the corn was brown and dry) I had decided to procrastinate and watch some late night tv instead of taking care of my chores. At the time we raised rabbits in a small barn/chicken house my father had built. Often we would fill their water bottles at an outside spigot in the yard that looked like an old pump, but as I looked outside contemplating my chore I decided I would fill an old milk jug inside and carry it with me. There was no way I was going to traipse back and forth in the pitch black (I was already somewhat afraid of the dark). I got my jug and headed out. I remember a horrible sense of dread as I walked to the chicken house, and an immense relief as I flipped the light switch and entered a small oasis of light. I finished feeding the rabbits and started walking back through the dark to our back door. As I reach the door, here's where it got weird. I remember hearing a very loud rustling sound come from the field at the back of our backyard. I turned to look, slowly, and, as if my fears had become manifest, I see a man walk out of the cornfield into our yard. At this point, I'm frozen in terror, and I hear a sound like "chkFWSSssshh" as he strikes a match and puts it to the cigarette in his mouth. I remember feeling my body start shaking. The man turned his head to look at me, and starts walking toward me. I uttered a terror-stricken moan and immediately started fumbling at the door. I got inside, locked the door behind me, ran to my bedroom and threw the covers over my head. I still don't know who it was, but it still scares me after 15 years.
 
2010-10-31 12:54:17 PM  
Man, I love this thread every time it comes around.

I hope they repost it tomorrow, this one has seemed much shorter than usual.
 
2010-10-31 1:04:39 PM  
So, I Got one... totally true story. Still unexplainable. Maybe you all can figure it out.
Couple years back, was driving with my husband, radio was on low and he was talking to me about nothing in particular, work, the kids, so on and so forth. And right in the middle of mid-sentence he says "Proud Mary". Swear. I heard it clearly. It actually went like this..
Him: "And so I told the supervisor at work to schedule ::Proud Mary:: the new guy, so I could have Saturday off"

And I'm listenting to him and thinking to myself, "Did he just say "Proud Mary?"
So i said to him, "You just said the words "Proud Mary" just now, in the middle of your sentence?"
He looks at me like I'm insane. He didnt remember saying it.
So, he finishes his story, I sit for another few seconds, tripping out at the whole thing. And decide to turn the radio up louder, and of course you know what was playing on the radio.
The CCR version, not Tina's.
Anyway, forward a few months, I take a trip to visit my mom, we are driving down the Cajon Pass and I'm telling her the whole story. And sure enough, when I am done talking, I joke around and say "Okay i'm turning on the radio!"
And, of course, sure enough... CCR's playing again. So we pull over, are freaking out and all that good stuff. Weird, huh?
100% true.
 
2010-10-31 1:27:58 PM  
Okay, most of these didn't freak me out more than a little passing chill. Fishy haunted my dreams last night, though. Holy fark Fishy is disturbing. I think it's BECAUSE he did nothing, only watched, that makes him so disturbing. He could be watching now.

I don't really have a story. I mean, sometimes (and I swear to you this is true) I hear an unfamiliar voice saying something. Sometimes I hear my name, sometimes something I don't recognize. It's always when I'm lying in bed, though. Once or twice I've also gotten the sensation of something touching me after one of the voices. A fingertip on my back, something against my leg. I always check to see if it's a cat. It isn't. I somehow doubt this house is haunted, though, being that it's a regular suburbian house that was rebuilt after Katrina. I don't think I ever heard anything before the hurricane, though...
 
2010-10-31 1:42:54 PM  
The only 'creepy' stuff I get sometimes is audio hallucinations as I am trying to go to sleep. I think they are akin to 'sleep paralysis' sort of stuff. Doens't matter where I've lived or if I have my fan on. Basically, it can get to the point where I am CONVINCED I can hear music of some sort playing. Just low enough to be indistinct but 'loud' enough (if such a term can be used) to make out beat, rhythm and the hint of lyrics/melody. Of course nowadays I just ignore and assume it is my brain doing odd things or the neighbour's stereo.
 
2010-10-31 2:29:06 PM  

ObscureNameHere: The only 'creepy' stuff I get sometimes is audio hallucinations as I am trying to go to sleep. I think they are akin to 'sleep paralysis' sort of stuff. Doens't matter where I've lived or if I have my fan on. Basically, it can get to the point where I am CONVINCED I can hear music of some sort playing. Just low enough to be indistinct but 'loud' enough (if such a term can be used) to make out beat, rhythm and the hint of lyrics/melody. Of course nowadays I just ignore and assume it is my brain doing odd things or the neighbour's stereo.


That happens to me a lot too, when I'm either very sleepy or drifting off. I also will sometimes hear a voice say something sharply, usually (but not always) my name. It pisses me off because it will startle me back to wakefulness. But I'm quite sure it's normal and perhaps even common. I think the worst is when I'm falling asleep and I suddenly jerk awake with the heart-pounding sensation that I just fell straight down into my bed, like from the height of the ceiling. I've never heard anyone else relate a similiar experience. Does this happen to anyone else?
 
2010-10-31 2:42:14 PM  

milkyshirt: ObscureNameHere: The only 'creepy' stuff I get sometimes is audio hallucinations as I am trying to go to sleep. I think they are akin to 'sleep paralysis' sort of stuff. Doens't matter where I've lived or if I have my fan on. Basically, it can get to the point where I am CONVINCED I can hear music of some sort playing. Just low enough to be indistinct but 'loud' enough (if such a term can be used) to make out beat, rhythm and the hint of lyrics/melody. Of course nowadays I just ignore and assume it is my brain doing odd things or the neighbour's stereo.

That happens to me a lot too, when I'm either very sleepy or drifting off. I also will sometimes hear a voice say something sharply, usually (but not always) my name. It pisses me off because it will startle me back to wakefulness. But I'm quite sure it's normal and perhaps even common. I think the worst is when I'm falling asleep and I suddenly jerk awake with the heart-pounding sensation that I just fell straight down into my bed, like from the height of the ceiling. I've never heard anyone else relate a similiar experience. Does this happen to anyone else?


Yup, especially when I'm napping, haha! It's a very common occurrence for me.
 
2010-10-31 2:44:34 PM  
Where was this thread at on Friday afternoon?
Love the halloween thread, but the timing of it was absolute fail, going to be the least posts for the last few years.
 
2010-10-31 2:48:46 PM  
the very last human sat alone in the room when there was a rap-tap-tapping knock on the door
 
2010-10-31 2:51:27 PM  
milkyshirt:
That happens to me a lot too, when I'm either very sleepy or drifting off. I also will sometimes hear a voice say something sharply, usually (but not always) my name. It pisses me off because it will startle me back to wakefulness. But I'm quite sure it's normal and perhaps even common. I think the worst is when I'm falling asleep and I suddenly jerk awake with the heart-pounding sensation that I just fell straight down into my bed, like from the height of the ceiling. I've never heard anyone else relate a similiar experience. Does this happen to anyone else?

That happens to me, too, sometimes. I am usually dreaming that I am falling or have just tripped on something. It's a strange sensation.
 
2010-10-31 3:28:04 PM  
bodyshots: baka-san 2010-10-29 05:34:24 PM
I'm engaged...

To a woman with 3 kids...

dude, thats a man, and an ugly man at that.


Have you ever tried to pick up your teeth with broken fingers?

Cause you keep it up you will find out.
 
2010-10-31 3:49:10 PM  
milkyshirt: I think the worst is when I'm falling asleep and I suddenly jerk awake with the heart-pounding sensation that I just fell straight down into my bed, like from the height of the ceiling. I've never heard anyone else relate a similiar experience. Does this happen to anyone else?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypnic_jerk
 
2010-10-31 4:04:29 PM  

baka-san: bodyshots: baka-san 2010-10-29 05:34:24 PM
I'm engaged...

To a woman with 3 kids...

dude, thats a man, and an ugly man at that.

Have you ever tried to pick up your teeth with broken fingers?

Cause you keep it up you will find out.


bodyshots was being a d1ck, but c'mon baka-san, ITG time? Really? Don't feed the trolls.
 
2010-10-31 4:12:50 PM  
Christmas morning, 2:00am, 12 years old. I got up super early to go check out my Santa loot. As I sneaked through the dining room to get to the tree in the dark, I saw a white dress floating about 4 feet in the air. I nearly screamed and woke everyone up, until I remembered my Mom had finished sewing my cousin's wedding dress the night before. She hung it on a hanger from the light fixture. Probably the most scared I've ever been, for about 10 seconds. Then shaky for the rest of the morning. My family still mocks me to this day about it every Christmas morning (decades later)

The only other scary thing, I had a paper route when I was 11. We had to deliver to this apartment complex. Every time I went in there to drop off the papers in the early morning dark, I would get the heebie jeebie's. I would sprint from door to door throwing papers. I had the route planned down to a science to minimize the time I spent there. Found out a few months later that the only murder in that small new suburb was in the complex a few years before. Coincidence? I think not!

Dang, remembered one more. I worked at an off-campus library during college, the address was 666 coincidently. It looked like that room in Indiana Jones where they stored the ark. All the old books that weren't frequently read were stored there. And just 5 or 6 of us worked there in this enormous warehouse. Everybody there had a ghost story, i.e. sounds, things moving, stuff with the clock. Anyways, whenever I had to go back to the special collections room with the old manuscripts, I'd get all nervous (it didn't help that me and my buddies spent hours trying to scare each other there, and we would succeed about once a week) I read some old manuscript on Satanism back there, and couldn't sleep. I just freaked myself out and had to sprint back to my desk and other people, and act like a cool college kid who didn't get scared.

By the way, I read this thread last night before going to bed. Nightmares and crazy dreams all night! I love this thread!
 
2010-10-31 4:14:57 PM  
Well, shoot. I'm sad that this thread is more or less dead. I'm still refreshing, folks! Posty, post, post.

I'll share some little occurrences of my own:
When I was about 9 or 10, I lived in a relatively new house that we were the second owners of. It wasn't a scary house or anything. Stuff would happen at night to me all the time, though. It started off with me just being afraid, but it turned into my closet door opening after I'd put stuff in front of it because I knew it opened on it's own. I had a sweater that I hung up on the closet door one night to wear the next day and I woke up with it draped over my face. I saw shadows and my bed would vibrate. It wouldn't vibrate a lot, but just enough to scare me.

I got to the point where I wouldn't sleep alone and my mom tried everything from counseling to jesus. When I was 12 or so, I went to a Pentecostal church camp and I was having a particularly bad night where I was feeling terrified. I was in a room of 12 girls, so it wasn't like I was alone. I remember praying to "Jesus" to make me feel safe, and while doing so, I was staring at the light that was pouring in from a crack in the door where it was opened about an inch. Suddenly, something stepped infront of the crack on the other side of the door and I could only see about a foot of light. I prayed more, but instead of peace and serenity, the light slowly disappeared, from the top of the "figure" up until it was completely gone. I screamed at that point, and I'm sure everyone in church camp thought I needed an exorcism when I told them what went down.

When I was about 14, I lived in an apartment. By this time, I decided Christianity wasn't for me, and was kind of at peace with the fact that I saw things others didn't. At night, there would be a shadow guy who would be in my room sometimes. I'd wake up and see him appear to be looking at things. Once, he was standing on my bed looking at a picture I had hung on my wall. I remember asking him what he was doing and he just walked off of the bed out of the room. Other times, I'd wake up and see him leaving. I never once felt threatened by this guy.

Finally, when I was 17, I was spending the night with my friend. I woke up in the middle of the night, and there was another shadow person looking at me. This guy was completely black where as the other guy was greyish. The dark black shadow person was staring at me and was probably 4 feet tall. I could make out his teeth - he had them bared, but he wasn't smiling or snarling. He scared the piss out of me.
 
2010-10-31 4:21:36 PM  
C'mon, Mods, it's actually Halloween today. Bump this back up on the main page, if you would please.
 
2010-10-31 4:26:12 PM  
lvl0rg4n they had physics and paranormal psychs a few halloweens ago on halloween on the john,jay and rich show and some lady called in about "shadow" people and all the "experts" started freaking out bc apparently shadow people are some of the worst kinds of entities to encounter.
 
2010-10-31 4:33:55 PM  
Damn it! Late again why the heck does fark keep putting the thread the days BEFORE halloween these days...oh Well, here I go posting past years threads late like last year.

Reading this thread is my favorite Halloween Tradition!
As usual, here's the links to threads from previous years, so you can relive your favorite stories from years past, or find and repost your darkest memories.

2004

2005

2006

2007

2008

2009
 
2010-10-31 4:35:43 PM  
ok i want to keep this thread going to,so ill tell you my ex boyfriends crap...this kid was 250 pound,all muscle guy...he used to have experiences when we were dating (he was living at his parents at the time to save money while in college) and i guess one night he was in his bed and all of a sudden woke up and couldnt move,couldnt scream...saw as i mentioned a shadow person lingering on his wall...all of a sudden it disappeared and his covers started getting pulled down from him...(by the way,while he was telling me this,he started getting tears in his eyes and believe me,this kid was no cryer) so anyways..covers pulled off of him and suddenly he could move again started screaming for his mother...who was already in the next room with his little brother who was hysterical bc he sad he saw a man in his room....so their mom is very catholic,gets the house blessed...the ex started sleeping with his rosary and st. christopher,him not being religious at all...one night felt his rosary ripped from hands and he woke up and it was in pieces ont he floor...it had been a gift from his grandma so he was bummed and pissed...cue to you hearing his brother in the next room once again awake and crying bc HIS covers ogot pulled off. imagine a 22 year old huge college football player begging to sleep iwth his parents that night bc thats exactly what happened.
 
2010-10-31 5:24:44 PM  

Cy for Cypher: That happens to me a lot too, when I'm either very sleepy or drifting off. I also will sometimes hear a voice say something sharply, usually (but not always) my name. It pisses me off because it will startle me back to wakefulness. But I'm quite sure it's normal and perhaps even common. I think the worst is when I'm falling asleep and I suddenly jerk awake with the heart-pounding sensation that I just fell straight down into my bed, like from the height of the ceiling. I've never heard anyone else relate a similiar experience. Does this happen to anyone else?

Yup, especially when I'm napping, haha! It's a very common occurrence for me.


Cypher - it's me, your boss. Please stop napping at work.
 
2010-10-31 5:50:45 PM  

kevryn: milkyshirt: I think the worst is when I'm falling asleep and I suddenly jerk awake with the heart-pounding sensation that I just fell straight down into my bed, like from the height of the ceiling. I've never heard anyone else relate a similiar experience. Does this happen to anyone else?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypnic_jerk


I think most people experience this at some point... happens to me a lot. I've read many theories on what exactly it is, but I don't think anyone really knows.
 
2010-10-31 5:52:49 PM  
Reading this Sunday, on actual Halloween.

Would be nice if this was easily findable on the main page.

Whaddaya say, mods, repost?
 
2010-10-31 5:57:11 PM  

baka-san: I'm engaged...

To a woman with 3 kids...


Congratulations to you and the fam! xoxo
 
2010-10-31 6:22:25 PM  

djh0101010:
Cypher - it's me, your boss. Please stop napping at work.


Only when you stop tweeting your farts.
 
2010-10-31 7:31:21 PM  
Thanks for posting the previous year links, GendoIkari. I was just about to ask.
 
2010-10-31 7:48:50 PM  
Looks like this thread is just about dead... but I will finally post a couple of mine now that I have read through it all. I apologize in advance since my posts are always so long!

Note: I do recognize these incidents as sleep paralysis or "old hag".... but when it happens it feels so real. Now that I'm on meds to force me in a coma-like sleep, I rarely have this happen anymore. Unlike normal sleep paralysis however, I can still scream and move.

First time it happened I was on the other side of the country for an internship. I was completely by myself with no friends or family around, and lived in apartment with some crazy chick a few years my senior. Since I was poor at the time, I slept on an air mattress in my room. I woke up one night feeling a presence on the wobbly mattress only to find an old male with no hair looking down at me... he was entirely blue in color.

Second time was when I was living in a bachelor apartment in my last year of university. I had a big tough guy boyfriend at the time and had him sleep with me every night since I was always afraid to sleep (even as a child I had this fear-based insomnia). I opened my eyes in the middle of the night only to see a shadow person leaning over me with a knife ready to kill me. I honestly thought it was an intruder and screamed for my BF to help. Even after he woke up I could see it but he couldn't.

Third time occurred when I was staying at a hotel with my parents. They were in the double bed on the left, and my great dane and I were sleeping on the double bed on the right. When I woke up I found two men with shielded faces in long white lab coats, leaning over me as if I were some sort of test subject. I started to scream and my dog started to bark furiously in the direction that I could see the men. My shrieks were so bad that my old man bolted out of bed thinking someone got in the room and was raping me.

The next year or so I would wake up nearly every night to seeing odd sights. One of those big water jugs spinning in the air over my head, small shadowy creatures crawling over my ceiling... etc.

Even though I have seen some strange things while awake (next post), the things that wake me up in the night always make my heart pound the worst.
 
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2010-10-31 8:06:03 PM  

kevryn: milkyshirt: I think the worst is when I'm falling asleep and I suddenly jerk awake with the heart-pounding sensation that I just fell straight down into my bed, like from the height of the ceiling. I've never heard anyone else relate a similiar experience. Does this happen to anyone else?

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypnic_jerk


Yeah, this happens to me every now and again. I didn't realize there was a name for it. Thanks!
 
2010-10-31 8:06:39 PM  
Okay... now for my "ghost story".

I was engaged to a guy who happened to be a Fark lurker (no, we didn't meet on Fark). Its no wonder it didn't work out. Anyway, he bought a house out in the boonies a few months before we called it quits... that house never felt right to me.

One day I was painting a bedroom at the back of the house while my ex was out doing something in the attached garage. It was a small home so if you talked loud enough you could be heard in any of the rooms.

Well I walked out of the half-painted room though the hallway for whatever reason, passing by the master bedroom. There in the master bedroom I could see my ex standing IN the small closet, facing the wall. I made a lame comment, something to the effect of "Its finally time to come out of the closet!" only to hear my ex shout from the opened garage door "Whats that hon?"

I turned to the garage door to see my ex standing there... when I looked back to the master bedroom closet the apparition had vanished. At this point I started to scream...

It wasn't no more than a few days later that my ex was doing work in the garage once again and he came in the house pale as a ghost. He swore that he had just seen a big guy around his size in the garage that just vanished. I found it odd that he even admitted seeing it to me since he was one of those people that aren't even slightly open to the possibility of anything paranormal.

A few weeks later we split up and I was so happy to leave that place. Not long after I was shopping for a house of my own in the same town and I noticed that he had put up his house in the boonies for sale.... guess he didn't want to share the house with his ghost doppelganger.
 
2010-10-31 8:52:54 PM  

Space Cadet Netty: Note: I do recognize these incidents as sleep paralysis or "old hag".... but when it happens it feels so real. Now that I'm on meds to force me in a coma-like sleep, I rarely have this happen anymore. Unlike normal sleep paralysis however, I can still scream and move.


Some of my experiences that fall into this category are hard for me to call sleep paralysis because sometimes I am also able to move. Others have also mentioned hearing voices or being touched right before falling asleep, which I have also experienced, and I have always just thrown them together with the all of the other strange things that happen at night.

I'll share a couple of experiences but these are more bizarre and confusing than frightening:

One sleep paralysis episode involved me waking up to see a head and torso hovering above me; the most bizarre thing about this was the head appeared to be that of Mylène Farmer. This one still confuses me.

As for the voices and touching before falling asleep, my most memorable experience with this was as I was lying down on my bed attempting to fall asleep, I felt a hand touch my shoulder and a voice whisper in my ear "I have something to show you." Not only did I hear this voice very clearly, but I felt the breath against my ear. I fell asleep almost immediately after that and awoke in the late morning with the feeling that I had a rather strange dream, but that I couldn't recall any of the details.
 
2010-10-31 9:03:19 PM  

Walter Paisley:

One sleep paralysis episode involved me waking up to see a head and torso hovering above me; the most bizarre thing about this was the head appeared to be that of Mylène Farmer. This one still confuses me.


Hmm... *Google Image Search on Mylene Farmer*

WOWZA! Not that's not such a bad hallucination. :)
 
2010-10-31 9:13:53 PM  
I find this ebay auction scary!!
a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/SACRED-HEART-FOOD-APPARITION-Chicken-Nugget-​/190460819 371#ht_720wt_1141">Link
 
2010-10-31 9:30:45 PM  
I'm sure this will be the last post in this thread, but I haven't had time to post it but still want to share.

I have had LOTS of strange things happen, but this one stands out the most. Quick back story: my dad is really strange and for awhile there was collecting odd rocks that had what he perceived to be faces or weird images on them. Some of them were a stretch, but a lot were really creepy.

During high school, we lived in the middle of the woods in the bootheel of Missouri. One day he was walking around in the woods behind our house in this dried up creek bed and found this rock that looked exactly like a human skull that had been broken in half. It wasn't a human skull, it was way too small and definitely a rock. Regardless, it gave my mom and I the heebie jeebies. My mom told him to get it out of the house ASAP.

Fast forward to the next day. I was 15 or so and had just gotten home from school (off the bus) and my parents were gone somewhere. I had somewhere to go, so I was in the bathroom putting on makeup or something. Suddenly, I heard this loud crash from my parents' bedroom. It sounded like someone had come through the window and landed on the floor. I freaked out and quickly and quietly closed the door and locked it. I started hearing footsteps in their room, except it sounded like whoever it was had injured themselves coming through the window, because it was like: step, draaag, step, draaag, step, draaag - as if they were dragging one of their feet.

The footsteps made their way out of the room and started coming down the hall. They were slowly getting closer to the bathroom. I had nowhere to go so I just backed up and climbed into the bathtub as if that was going to save me somehow.

Right about the time when the footsteps were about to be directly in front of the bathroom door, my parents pulled up. I quickly opened the bathroom window (why I didn't try to climb out of this when I thought I was going to die, I don't know) and shouted at my parents that someone was in the house. The footsteps stopped and my dad bolted into the house while my mom stayed outside. The way the house was laid out, if someone tried to get out through the back door, my dad would have seen them on his way to the bathroom - the back door was visible from the front door.

He saw no one exit, and no one was in the house. All of the windows in their room and every room for that matter were closed. My mom, still outside, saw no one leave.

My mom later asked my dad if he had that rock still (she is really into paranormal stuff), and he admitted he never threw it out and it was still in the basement. She made him throw it back in the creek bed and we never had anything else like that happen again.

Another freaky part of the story is my mom later admitted earlier in the day she was looking out the back window into the woods and saw a man standing there. She rubbed her eyes thinking she was seeing things, and when she looked again, there was a woman standing by him out of nowhere. She looked away and looked back and didn't see anyone anymore, so she thought maybe she was just tired and went to take a nap. Maybe she did see someone, maybe she didn't. I don't know.

Whether or not any of these incidents were related to each other, I have no idea. All I know is that was one of the scariest moments of my life and I can't explain it.
 
2010-10-31 9:32:05 PM  

milkyshirt: ObscureNameHere: The only 'creepy' stuff I get sometimes is audio hallucinations as I am trying to go to sleep. I think they are akin to 'sleep paralysis' sort of stuff. Doens't matter where I've lived or if I have my fan on. Basically, it can get to the point where I am CONVINCED I can hear music of some sort playing. Just low enough to be indistinct but 'loud' enough (if such a term can be used) to make out beat, rhythm and the hint of lyrics/melody. Of course nowadays I just ignore and assume it is my brain doing odd things or the neighbour's stereo.

That happens to me a lot too, when I'm either very sleepy or drifting off. I also will sometimes hear a voice say something sharply, usually (but not always) my name. It pisses me off because it will startle me back to wakefulness. But I'm quite sure it's normal and perhaps even common. I think the worst is when I'm falling asleep and I suddenly jerk awake with the heart-pounding sensation that I just fell straight down into my bed, like from the height of the ceiling. I've never heard anyone else relate a similiar experience. Does this happen to anyone else?


I always hear things saying my name. It's really farking creepy. Most often when I'm experiencing sleep paralysis, but sometimes when I'm just out and about I'll hear things saying my name (it's an unusual name that doesn't sound like many other things, so it's quite distinctive [Phoenix]... thus when I hear it I am fairly sure I am hearing it). Extremely disturbing.
 
2010-10-31 9:42:58 PM  
I never post on here, but I've had a pretty cool experience that is worth putting up.

When I was 18, one of my friend's moms owned a purportedly haunted hotel in downtown Fort Worth, Tx (still does, actually). The place is called Miss Kitty's, if you wanna google it or stay.

Some background on the place: Back in the late 1800's, the place had been a cat house. All of the rooms connected together in a giant circle that centered around a sitting area. The hotel has been on an episode of some ghost hunting show, too.

Anyways, it's probably March or April, and I haven't seen him in a few weeks, so I call him up and he says he's staying at his mom's hotel since it's slow that time of year. He says that if I want to drive around for a while with him and his girlfriend and get really stoned, I'm welcome to.

Fast forward 4 hours, it's probably around 10pm and my friend, his girlfriend and I finally show up at his mom's hotel. We're high as balls, and Josh (my friend) decides that we should continue smoking in the kitchen since that's the only place his mom will let him. So we put our stuff down in one of the rooms he's staying in and go chill out in the kitchen for what was probably 2 or 3 hours. We're just talking, mostly about nothing. The back door is open for ventilation and Josh has the door from the sitting area to the kitchen pushed shut with a trash can to keep the noise down. We've been sitting there like this for probably 45 minutes or so when there is somewhat of a lull in the conversation. We're all spaced out when the door he had propped shut just SLAMS open, sending the garbage can flying to the other side of the room. I sober up pretty damn quick and ask him "WTF?" he just calmly looks over at me and says "yeah man, they slam doors and move things around pretty often". I just stare at him blankly.

There were three other instances that same night where freaky-ass things happened. I'll try to tell them more concisely.

After a while, we were all really tired (it was probably 2 or 3 by now) and Josh and his girlfriend headed off to the room we were sharing. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but they locked me out, and ignored my repeated knocking. There was a small couch right outside the door, so being high, I just laid down on it. Anyone who's been there knows that when you're high, you fall asleep and STAY asleep. But this wasn't the case. I kept getting very cold; y'all know how many paranormal events are preceded by a drop in temperature. I'd wake up just enough to know something just wasn't RIGHT. There'd be the feeling that a body was right against the couch, or that I was being watched while sleeping in this sitting area. The sound waves just wouldn't come back in the way that they should. There was just a presence that cut right through any kind of high that I had. In no way did I ever feel threatened, it was just unsettling to be in a room by yourself, but feel these ephemeral bodies interacting with you. Eventually, Josh woke me from the couch and I crashed in the bed next to him and his girlfriend. I had the same problem staying asleep as before, feeling a chill and then experiencing some unsettling force nearby. You know how when it's dark, you'll cut around the corner of the mattress too quickly when you're walking, and it kind of gets pushed out of place? I was laying there, and felt something do that. Not just once, but repeatedly pacing back and forth, cutting the foot of my bed as they rounded the sides. I could HEAR the cotton squealing and brushing when they did it, and it was pretty annoying.

That next morning, Josh asked me if I saw the bedside lamp start to float off of the floor and spin in a circle. I didn't, but that gave me goosebumps.

Plenty more stories that he and his mom told me about, but I feel like I already took up a stupidly large amount of space for such an anticlimactic ending.
 
2010-10-31 9:57:52 PM  

Forecaster18: meg12279: this isn't scary, but weird.
My husband's father died a few months before I got pregnant. He had really, really wanted to be a grandfather.

One day when Henry (our son) was maybe a few weeks old, Ben (husband) came home, and I said I needed a break. He said "Ok, let me get something to eat and then I'll take him".

The baby was fussing, so I went and sat in our office chair, which rocks, with my back to the door. I started rocking, and the baby fell asleep. I was exhausted, so I shut my eyes, too. I heard someone come into the office, felt the floor shake and everything, and felt them standing behind the chair with their hand on the back of it. I was not asleep. I assumed it was Ben, and was wondering why he wasn't saying anything. I thought

"Man, I bet he thinks I'm asleep so he's just going to sneak out and not take his turn with the baby." so I kept my eyes closed, thinking I would wait to see if he left.

I am certain someone was standing there. I could feel them and smell them. Then I realized I could smell cigarettes. Neither Ben or I smoke. But his dad did.

I opened my eyes and turned around. Nobody there. Went out to the living room, Ben's sitting on the couch eating. I asked him if he'd just walked into the office. Nope.

Since then I've heard footsteps several times and smelled the same smell. One day I heard and smelled it, and the baby looked up from his exersaucer and started smiling and waving. I said "Wayne, we miss you. You're welcome to come see the baby anytime, just don't scare him." I heard a cough. Nobody was home but me.

Not scary. More comforting, really.

Thank you for this story. My father died last April - he was only 58, but had battled a neuromuscular disease for 35 years and other crippling health problems for the last decade of his life. My brother's wife is expecting - if Dad only could have made it a couple more years, he could have finally been a grandfather. It was probably the one thing he wanted more than anything. I wish he could have made it just a little bit longer.

Today is Dad's 60th birthday. Love you and miss you, pop.


I wasn't going to post this, since I kind of slammed someone else's story, but if someone can find peace in it, thats a good thing. Hope folks are still checking in on th thread.

My wife and I had our first child about 4 years ago. About that same time, one of our family members started in with the very begginings of Alzheimers. This lady, I reffered to as my step-grandmother, was a classy lady all the way. She was actually almost 80, and up until the Alzheimers, very sharp. The kind of elderly person you want your kids to be around.

When my daughter was born, for whatever reason, she and "Grandma Bobbie" always had a close bond. Grandma Bobbie and Grandpa Joe lived on a few hundred acres out in the country, and my daughter Jessie always loved to go see them. As the disease progressed, she would forget many things, but always seemed to recognize my daughter Jessie. We would send her pics and she kept them by her chair and would spend hours looking at them and showing them to people.

Right after my daughter turned 2, we had a few months of family tragedy. We had the untimely death of my wife's brother through a fluke heart attack, and about 3 months after, lost a sister in law after a valiant fight with cancer. Within 24 hours, Grandma Bobbie also lost her battle.

We made sure and kept our daughter (and by now her 4 month old sister) away from the funerals and other mourning activity. We just felt that 2 years and 4 months was too young to be introduced to such concepts. We wouldn't even speak of the arrangements around them.

Fast forward about a month. We lived in KC and the commute from my daughters' daycare to our house was about 45 mins. My wife asks me one day "Did you tell Jessie about Grandma Bobbie?" I said "no, why." Apparently for the past couple of days, on the way home, our daughter Jessie was having lengthy conversations with Grandma Bobbie. Among other things, Jessie would apparently ask "Grandma Bobbie, why are you sleeping in the clouds?"

So, a couple of days later, I am bringing the girls home. The trafic is heavy, and its kind of noisy. The little one is making baby sounds.

Then I start to hear Jessie saying in a loud voice "Hello, Hello, Hello." I ask her what she is doing, and she responds matter of factly "talking with Grandma Bobbie." I ask her a few questions like "do you see her." She tells me "yes, Grandma Bobbie is in the clouds and she loves me."

This went on off and on for a few months. It waned, but even after a year or maybe more, she would still occaisonally tell us about talking with Grandma Bobbie. One time we were talking about going to see Grandpa Joe and Jessie tells me "cept Grandma Bobbie's not there, she lives in the clouds."

If you knew this woman, it would make perfect sense. Like I said, she was a classy lady. I tend to think if anyone was going to step up and be my daughter's guardian angel, she would be it. I also think that if a soul was going to speak to a 2 1/2 year old, the symbolism of "sleeping in the clouds" would be right on target.

So, hope that adds to some inspiration for someone. Not spooky, not creepy, and in fact kind of peaceful - at least that's how I see it. I feel like someone is watching over my little girl.
 
2010-10-31 10:18:12 PM  

baka-san: bodyshots: baka-san 2010-10-29 05:34:24 PM
I'm engaged...

To a woman with 3 kids...

dude, thats a man, and an ugly man at that.

Have you ever tried to pick up your teeth with broken fingers?

Cause you keep it up you will find out.


Seriously? You really think you can be scary? That chick you call your fiancee looks tougher than you do. I'm kind of surprised you work as an EMT, because you look like the sort of man who barfs when he sees too much blood.

If my guy tried to 'defend my honor' like that, or whatever the hell it is you think you're doing, I'd slap him in the face and call him a dumbass myself.
 
2010-10-31 10:34:51 PM  
Shadow people? Worst kind of entity? Man, I wish I could tell my fiance's experience, because that sounds like what he encountered. It scared the hell out of him for the longest time, but now the entity is almost like a friend. Yes, it follows him everywhere he goes. It's been with him for years...ever since that encounter in the Estelle house...but, I've said too much already.
 
2010-10-31 10:39:37 PM  

Seifer_babe: Shadow people? Worst kind of entity? Man, I wish I could tell my fiance's experience, because that sounds like what he encountered. It scared the hell out of him for the longest time, but now the entity is almost like a friend. Yes, it follows him everywhere he goes. It's been with him for years...ever since that encounter in the Estelle house...but, I've said too much already.


There are drugs to treat schizophrenia.
 
2010-10-31 10:42:23 PM  
Here goes. I went with my then-girlfriend to her grandparent's house near lake Moultrie in SC in May or June, many years ago when I was in high school- I was 15 or 16. I didn't drive so I'm not exactly sure where we were, but I think it was on the NW shore. Anyway we went walking around and went through some thin woods from their neighborhood towards the lake. We came across a clearing with 5 or 6 2-story houses in an "L" shape right near the lake. These were houses which I assume were bought out by SCE&G when they built the lake(Late 30's, early 40's), thinking they'd flood them but they eventually didn;t. They were in fairly good shape and I think they were probably built in the teens or twenties. They even had most windows intact and brass fixtures/crystal doorknobs and stuff still there. Someone must have looked after them. Anyway they were unlocked and we went in a few of them. Had a pretty creepy feel to it(but not too much because this was at 2pm on a lazy Tuesday summer afternoon) because at least one had furniture in it covered with dust-coated sheets, like they expected to come back some day. To this day I don't get why that stuff wasn't stolen.

These 2-story houses had no eaves-straight down from the roof to the ground, nothing overhanging. Anyway we were in one of the houses checking it out-the fireplace had been recently used as I recall-on the first floor. We distinctly heard someone walk from room to room upstairs. No big deal, I thought. There are squatters here or someone else checking the house out. We made a bit of noise to let them know we were there and walked upstairs. No one was there. There was noone in any room, and there were no closets in this house. There was no way for them to escape out a window and very little attic(which we checked). No holes for anyone to get to the roof, and no sound heard up there.
I am not one usually believing in ghosts but I have no explanation for that. I know what noises squirrels and rats make-that was not it Spooked the hell out of us, and this is 2:30pm on a sunny summer afternoon! I have looked at the area since this on googleEarth, but it may have been destroyed since then and I'm not really sure where it was in the first place. Anyone with good GE skills might be able to help me out.
 
2010-10-31 10:46:37 PM  
Poor abandoned Halloween thread...

I have a couple quick stories of my own that I doubt I've told here before.

1. At our previous house, all kinds of odd things liked to happen - my Dad reported a ghost upstairs, a blond woman who he sometimes saw walking into my parents' closet; I could swear I once saw (though I will concede part or all of it was a dream) a man in French colonial armor jumping the fence across the street on a gray horse and galloping up the road, only to return a minute later going the other way on a motorcycle; our backyard had a presence some nights, the neighbor's giant oak seemed terribly angry, and something freaked me out about the northwest corner of my room several nights running one week, then abruptly went away.

One night, however, what freaked me out was not the figure I saw walking from my window and into my bookcase from the corner of my eye, but that I had no real reaction to it at the time. Just, "Huh..." then back to whatever I was doing. About a half-hour later I told my mother about it, and then I got a little worried.

2. A couple of years ago on July 4th, my brother and I went out to the lake to see fireworks, and we got to a spot just in time. Nice show. Then...we went to find Newcomer Cemetery out there. It's named after the Newcomer family that lived on that side of the city around the turn of the last century, and the cemetery is very tiny and sort of 'appears' without warning when you come around the curve of the road. We were just poking about in near-pitch darkness with a fading flashlight - sometimes cars would drive past, but their headlights didn't really illuminate much because of the aforementioned curve, and the nearest streetlight was hidden by trees.

I'd knelt down by a headstone, trying in vain to read the incription, when I saw something walk through my flashlight's beam not three feet away. And that wasn't there when I moved to follow it. I swear it was someone's feet, I have the clear impression it was a white sneaker with a red stripe or something, but when I called for my brother he was over on the opposite side of the cemetery, too far to have gone in about three seconds...and no one else was in the cemetery that we could find. I never even heard the nearby brush rustling.

We decided it was time to go...
 
2010-10-31 10:59:50 PM  

ObscureNameHere:

There are drugs to treat schizophrenia.


LOL If only that were all it was. Maybe I'll ask him if I print his tale next Halloween. It's pretty creepy.
 
2010-10-31 11:01:06 PM  
Ugh. I need sleep. LOL That should have been "can print". doh!
 
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