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2012-10-31 1:54:42 AM  

sethen320: I feel like an idiot for asking, but...this wasn't made up?


Nope. Every word is the God's honest truth. The scariest moment in my life. At least until the time the jet engines quit during a Delta takeoff out of Philly airport or the time I was in Taipei during the earthquake in 1995.

That is what made it scary, it really happened..
 
2012-10-31 1:55:39 AM  
The worst part is when you realize you have woke up and you are out of pancake mix.

/That's when i head to the blessed IHOP and all the world is right again.
 
2012-10-31 1:56:41 AM  
I used to hangout, drink, and set off fireworks and larger things around Goatman's Bridge, so my bar is kinda high. I've been in lots of creepy places, and I was lost in a bad part of Dallas tonight just taking a shortcut.

The dreams I remember are pure nightmare fuel.

Being passed between evil faced cypress trees in a swamp by their branches is one of my earliest memories.

Two weeks ago I fell asleep in my recliner and had a dream about wading up a river I identified as being in Guatemala. It was full of floating turds that bumped into me as it rushed past. When I got to the end of the river I had to seek shelter in an abandoned mechanics garage as meteorites crashed down from above.

I woke up in my bed, with a broken big toe and missing a toenail. The toenail was the one next to my big toe, I don't know a better way to describe that.

I'm pretty hard to scare. My bedroom window is at the bottom of a stairway and I woke to the sound of glass breaking. I quickly thought it over and yelled "Who goes there?" in a voice that would make a drill instructor proud while I reached for my gun. My neighbor had tripped with a basket of laundry coming down the stairs because she insists on wearing poorly functional sandals. Within 20 minutes of being woken I had cleaned up the glass and put together a cardboard filler in my window. I think the screen had kept her from getting cut by glass.

I'm certified as a VFR Air Traffic Controller (Certified Tower Operator). I've been taught to ACT NOW DAMMIT. You can make corrections IF YOU ARE GIVING ORDERS! One time I saved a million dollar aircraft by saying "Go Around" in a level voice when I realized the pilot wasn't going to deploy his landing gear and was past the threshold of the runway.

My ex hit me with a boat oar and my third action was to drive to WalMart to buy a bag of ice. I remember that the guy in front of me in line was an assistant librarian buying his daughter a birthday present. I remember that a few weeks later I asked him where I could find "the Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner" at the library and fell asleep reading that in a nice chair at the library.

I'm 6'5", ~350 pounds and can bench it and full squat double. I laugh at the people who load up the rack and do this little six inch squat.
I am the looming shadow.

I've felt terror twice in the past month. The first was when I was trying a Smart car at the Mercedes dealership and my knee was trapped between the door and the steering wheel. The second was when I went to met with an old friend at a bar, and she was a much married woman. The things that scare me aren't the things that scare normal people.

/Actions one and two were to grab the oar and break it over my knee.
//I did similar when she went for my rifle.
 
2012-10-31 1:57:49 AM  

sethen320: That's my excessively long ghost story. All true. I can't prove it, but I can say that I've travelled back that way several times since, and I will never stay there again.


Now I want to stay there.

Of course, if any kids wake me up in the middle of the night, I'm going to go full exorcist on their ass. Especially if they're not ghosts buy real kids. Don't wake me up, squirt! The power of Christ, and this 5 gallon bucket of water compels you. *sploosh*
 
2012-10-31 1:58:09 AM  

muck4doo: The worst part is when you realize you have woke up and you are out of pancake mix.

/That's when i head to the blessed IHOP and all the world is right again.


I'm more of a waffle girl myself...
 
2012-10-31 1:59:56 AM  
This isn't so much eerie, but it scared the shiat out of my wife (then-girlfriend).

Back in October 2002, when the DC sniper was active, I was living in Manassas, VA working second-shift pizza delivery and my girlfriend was going to college in central MD. On Thursdays or Fridays (depending on scheduling), after I got off work late, I'd go get gas in my car at the Sunoco right off I-66 that I preferred, and drive up to stay over with her for the weekend. Other nights after work I'd get gas and/or a drink, go home and chat with her online while I farked around on the computer -- I was living on a shoestring budget so I had converted my cellphone to prepaid, and I was chronically out of minutes.

Now, if you were around DC during that time, you remember how paranoid everybody was at that time, but way out in Manassas none of the attacks were anywhere near us, so we didn't get silly about it. So one Wednesday night, I was scheduled early, getting off at 6 PM. So with some time to kill before she would be expecting me to be online, I went around the corner of the shopping center to the Barnes & Noble to get coffee and kill some time browsing the sci-fi section. Around 9:00 or so I left and headed to my apartment -- way up 234 I noticed a *bunch* of cop cars, like a really bad accident or something, but didn't think anything of it.

So about 15 minutes later, a bit later than usual, I got online and *immediately* got an IM from her -- "You're not dead!!" And then similar IMs from several of her friends, who normally didn't ever IM me. I had no idea what they were on about, until she told me -- the DC sniper had shot somebody in Manassas about an hour before, at a Sunoco. My Sunoco. And since most nights that was right around the time I'd be getting gas, and I wasn't online when expected and nobody was getting through on my exhausted cell phone, "there was a horrible possibility" as one of her friends put it.
 
2012-10-31 2:00:38 AM  

ConConHead: muck4doo: The worst part is when you realize you have woke up and you are out of pancake mix.

/That's when i head to the blessed IHOP and all the world is right again.

I'm more of a waffle girl myself...


What's your opinions on French Toast? I like the waffles, but they have to be good waffles, not that Leggo my Eggo stuff. More like fresh from IHOP.
 
2012-10-31 2:00:55 AM  

echo5juliet: sethen320: I feel like an idiot for asking, but...this wasn't made up?

Nope. Every word is the God's honest truth. The scariest moment in my life. At least until the time the jet engines quit during a Delta takeoff out of Philly airport or the time I was in Taipei during the earthquake in 1995.

That is what made it scary, it really happened..


scary
 
2012-10-31 2:03:09 AM  
not scary...sorta creepy

my folks live on a long curve on the old highway out through the hills. a long time back, back in the 20s, a bootlegger was shot to death and thrown out of a car along that curve for reasons unknown by people unknown. His name was Angelo.

years later, not long after I left high school, my father was mowing the road ditch and happened upon an old wallet. he flipped through and found the guy's license and such so he called up the Omaha police to say 'hey, I found this guy's wallet in my ditch.' The police called back in a few hours. The owner of the wallet had been shot to death several years before. Apparently, whoever killed him threw the wallet out in the ditch along that curve where that bootlegger was shot to death and thrown out decades ago. I forgot to ask my dad what the man's name was.

I'll go around that curve tonight on my way home and I always hope that I don't see anything in the ditch more than a discarded can of busch light.
 
2012-10-31 2:05:14 AM  
In the mid-90's when I was like 15 and my sister was 8, our parents took us to the Lamb State Park for a picnic. We parked at a campground and hiked down a little trail to a small creek with picnic tables and some big oaks. We set up, had a nice picnic, and as we were finishing up my sister pointed and yelled, "That little man! He went down a hole!" And everyone laughed, but she was serious and insisted she saw a small man dive into a hole not 50 feet from the picnic area. My dad walked over to where she pointed, and saw a gopher tortoise burrow. "It was a gopher!" He yelled while pointed down at the burrow. He then knelt down and stuck his head down inside with his cigarette lighter in front of him. He came back to the picnic area, whispered something to my mom, and we all packed up and left in a bit of a rush. My mom said that my dad had seen a rattle snake over there and wanted to get back to the car.

A year or two ago at Christmas, I was talking to my mom about old stories and reminded her of that, and she said, dead seriously, "Oh my god, I forgot all about that! You know when your dad looked in that hole, he saw a person staring back at him." I never asked any more about it.
 
2012-10-31 2:05:31 AM  

Kensey: This isn't so much eerie, but it scared the shiat out of my wife (then-girlfriend).

Back in October 2002, when the DC sniper was active, I was living in Manassas, VA working second-shift pizza delivery and my girlfriend was going to college in central MD. On Thursdays or Fridays (depending on scheduling), after I got off work late, I'd go get gas in my car at the Sunoco right off I-66 that I preferred, and drive up to stay over with her for the weekend. Other nights after work I'd get gas and/or a drink, go home and chat with her online while I farked around on the computer -- I was living on a shoestring budget so I had converted my cellphone to prepaid, and I was chronically out of minutes.

Now, if you were around DC during that time, you remember how paranoid everybody was at that time, but way out in Manassas none of the attacks were anywhere near us, so we didn't get silly about it. So one Wednesday night, I was scheduled early, getting off at 6 PM. So with some time to kill before she would be expecting me to be online, I went around the corner of the shopping center to the Barnes & Noble to get coffee and kill some time browsing the sci-fi section. Around 9:00 or so I left and headed to my apartment -- way up 234 I noticed a *bunch* of cop cars, like a really bad accident or something, but didn't think anything of it.

So about 15 minutes later, a bit later than usual, I got online and *immediately* got an IM from her -- "You're not dead!!" And then similar IMs from several of her friends, who normally didn't ever IM me. I had no idea what they were on about, until she told me -- the DC sniper had shot somebody in Manassas about an hour before, at a Sunoco. My Sunoco. And since most nights that was right around the time I'd be getting gas, and I wasn't online when expected and nobody was getting through on my exhausted cell phone, "there was a horrible possibility" as one of her friends put it.


Know the feeling. I was trying to buy some weed in St. James Park in San Jose in either 88 or 89, and got introduced to some bum there who was selling, and he was going on and on about Jesus, then he switched his tune and told me he was sent by the devil and would kill me and girlfriend both. I got out of there. About 2 weeks later the guy ended up taking a gun from a cop, and killing two of them before they killed him. Dude was completely nuts. I admit though, that CSB doesn't have your creepy factor.
 
2012-10-31 2:07:33 AM  

Bathia_Mapes: Still haven't read one that topped the spooky story posted by echo5juliet in the 2008 thread. Still gives me the creeps everytime I read it. For those who missed it the first time around or just want to experience it again, here it is:

I was driving a shortcut from...


This is a really old urban legend, have heard it plenty of times. Still creepy though and could have origins in truth, I suppose.
 
2012-10-31 2:08:42 AM  

Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: In the mid-90's when I was like 15 and my sister was 8, our parents took us to the Lamb State Park for a picnic. We parked at a campground and hiked down a little trail to a small creek with picnic tables and some big oaks. We set up, had a nice picnic, and as we were finishing up my sister pointed and yelled, "That little man! He went down a hole!" And everyone laughed, but she was serious and insisted she saw a small man dive into a hole not 50 feet from the picnic area. My dad walked over to where she pointed, and saw a gopher tortoise burrow. "It was a gopher!" He yelled while pointed down at the burrow. He then knelt down and stuck his head down inside with his cigarette lighter in front of him. He came back to the picnic area, whispered something to my mom, and we all packed up and left in a bit of a rush. My mom said that my dad had seen a rattle snake over there and wanted to get back to the car.

A year or two ago at Christmas, I was talking to my mom about old stories and reminded her of that, and she said, dead seriously, "Oh my god, I forgot all about that! You know when your dad looked in that hole, he saw a person staring back at him." I never asked any more about it.


I believe it. Only a pussy runs from a snake, especially after throwing a light down the hole. Snakes are wimps.
 
2012-10-31 2:09:53 AM  

muck4doo: Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: In the mid-90's when I was like 15 and my sister was 8, our parents took us to the Lamb State Park for a picnic. We parked at a campground and hiked down a little trail to a small creek with picnic tables and some big oaks. We set up, had a nice picnic, and as we were finishing up my sister pointed and yelled, "That little man! He went down a hole!" And everyone laughed, but she was serious and insisted she saw a small man dive into a hole not 50 feet from the picnic area. My dad walked over to where she pointed, and saw a gopher tortoise burrow. "It was a gopher!" He yelled while pointed down at the burrow. He then knelt down and stuck his head down inside with his cigarette lighter in front of him. He came back to the picnic area, whispered something to my mom, and we all packed up and left in a bit of a rush. My mom said that my dad had seen a rattle snake over there and wanted to get back to the car.

A year or two ago at Christmas, I was talking to my mom about old stories and reminded her of that, and she said, dead seriously, "Oh my god, I forgot all about that! You know when your dad looked in that hole, he saw a person staring back at him." I never asked any more about it.

I believe it. Only a pussy runs from a snake, especially after throwing a light down the hole. Snakes are wimps.


Ha! That one I made up. The first one about the hillbillies at the hotel is 100% true though.
 
2012-10-31 2:10:48 AM  
not halloween story. i played on a select soccer team in the years 84-87. whe would always go to charleston sc for a tournament. called the thanksgiving soccer shootout. in 1988 our team had dissolved and my friend and former teammates parents went to the tournament. we decided we would have a party at his house. this was planned many months in advance.

the night before the party about 12 of us decided to eat a bunch of LSD. during the trip, we decided to start jumping off the stairs to the living room of my friends parents house. this happened who knows how many times.

the next night was the party that was planned for almost 6 months in advance. we had a band, iron beagle, and close to 2000 people. my girlfriend had just left and i was standing in front of the band with a girl i had dated the summer prior. the next thing i knew i along with 200 other people, had fallen through the floor to my friends basement. we did like 100k worth of damage to my friends house.

it was probably from the jumping into the living room while tripping, and the amount of people that showed up.

people were in the basement and started hearing and seeing nails popping out of the floor onto the concrete basement floor.

after we fell through the floor to the basement i swear i saw people doing cannonballs into the hole. but i had been drinking PJ for 8 hours. with the ambulances and fire trucks me and a friend got to my car and weeded our way out.

we met up at a fast fare down the street. imagine 400 people in the parking lot of a convinience store. i got to the phone and called my MNF "midnight fark". my friend sean picked her up we went to my parents house, then my friend ainsley showed up.my friend sean drove my "MNF" home.


after that none of us really were friends.
 
2012-10-31 2:11:22 AM  

muck4doo: Kensey: This isn't so much eerie, but it scared the shiat out of my wife (then-girlfriend).

Back in October 2002, when the DC sniper was active, I was living in Manassas, VA working second-shift pizza delivery and my girlfriend was going to college in central MD. On Thursdays or Fridays (depending on scheduling), after I got off work late, I'd go get gas in my car at the Sunoco right off I-66 that I preferred, and drive up to stay over with her for the weekend. Other nights after work I'd get gas and/or a drink, go home and chat with her online while I farked around on the computer -- I was living on a shoestring budget so I had converted my cellphone to prepaid, and I was chronically out of minutes.

Now, if you were around DC during that time, you remember how paranoid everybody was at that time, but way out in Manassas none of the attacks were anywhere near us, so we didn't get silly about it. So one Wednesday night, I was scheduled early, getting off at 6 PM. So with some time to kill before she would be expecting me to be online, I went around the corner of the shopping center to the Barnes & Noble to get coffee and kill some time browsing the sci-fi section. Around 9:00 or so I left and headed to my apartment -- way up 234 I noticed a *bunch* of cop cars, like a really bad accident or something, but didn't think anything of it.

So about 15 minutes later, a bit later than usual, I got online and *immediately* got an IM from her -- "You're not dead!!" And then similar IMs from several of her friends, who normally didn't ever IM me. I had no idea what they were on about, until she told me -- the DC sniper had shot somebody in Manassas about an hour before, at a Sunoco. My Sunoco. And since most nights that was right around the time I'd be getting gas, and I wasn't online when expected and nobody was getting through on my exhausted cell phone, "there was a horrible possibility" as one of her friends put it.

Know the feeling. I was trying to buy some weed ...


How was the herb?
 
2012-10-31 2:13:29 AM  
When I was four my mom, dad, two brothers, sister and I moved into a house that my father had had built in Tennessee. The site of the house (in a small farming community called Paris) was the site of a farmhouse from wayyyy back when that had burned according to an older gent I met in my childhood. He did not know if anyone had died in the fire or not. I do know that over the year when we would bury pets that had died we would almost always encounter broken bits of dishes, old hinges etc.
Anyway, from my earliest memories in the house there were the sounds of people walking along the second-floor hallway, and the sound of one of the toilets (in my sister's room) flushing from time to time when we knew there was no one on the second floor.
Among the other things I remember are: sitting in the living room with my mother and my sister when a candelabra about a foot high suddenly slid from the center of a round pub table to the very edge of that table while all three of us watched it. There was no oppressive feeling, cold spot etc.. It just moved. Another time I was sitting in the same living room with my mother. I was sitting in a Lay-Z-Boy beside the fireplace and Mom was sitting in a big armchair diagonally across the room next to the TV. Beside my lazy-boy was a child's rocking chair about two feet high that had been in the family for a while. I was reading and my Mom said "David (my real name) look at the rocking chair." I did and saw that it was tipped forward and standing on the front of its' rockers, as if someone small had leaned it forward to sit down. As we watched, the chair started to rock back and forth calmly but as if there were weight in it. My Mom, having grown accustomed to odd happenings in our house, said "Are you a good spirit?" The chair immediately stopped. It didn't slow down, or coast to a stop, it just stopped. Then, it slowly tipped very far forward again, as if a child may have been getting out of the chair. After staying forward for a few seconds, it rocked freely back and forth as if someone had just bumped it in passing. Another day I was brushing my teeth in the downstairs half-bath. I thought I heard someone call my name from maybe the kitchen or living room. As I turned to look into what is the foyer of the house, I caught a brief glimpse of a girl of maybe 6 years old with long blonde hair wearing a blue and white dress. I saw this same girl another time as I walked out of my second floor bedroom into the upstairs hall; again, just a brief flash. I didn't feel fear when I saw the young girl.... it was more a feeling of sadness, like I wanted to talk to her or help her.
This house has MANY other experiences that happened to me and to other members of my family. Overall though, the feelings were that we wanted to help whatever was there, not a feeling of fear.
 
2012-10-31 2:13:53 AM  

What_Would_Jimi_Do: Just Another OC Homeless Guy: For those of you who can get 640 AM KFI radio, tomorrow night, starting at 10pm, is Coast to Coast with George Nory (the old Art Bell show). Except it isn't Coast to Coast.... it is Ghost to Ghost for this one night. Callers call in ghost stories, all night long. Turn down the lights, burn a blunt or two, grab a bag of candy and enjoy.....

you do realize george nory is......coast to coast


You do realize that Fark is worldwide...
 
2012-10-31 2:15:13 AM  

potato_chip_eating_geek: no one went to look for them?


I assume they did (hell, they once had an entire battalion walking hand-to-hand through the desert for 12 hours looking for some lieutenant's pistol), but we never heard thing one about it & whether or not they were found. Which is odd in itself because they generally announced anything "real-world" that happened downrange & turned the unhappy endings into training sessions.
 
2012-10-31 2:15:15 AM  

What_Would_Jimi_Do: not halloween story. i played on a select soccer team in the years 84-87. whe would always go to charleston sc for a tournament. called the thanksgiving soccer shootout. in 1988 our team had dissolved and my friend and former teammates parents went to the tournament. we decided we would have a party at his house. this was planned many months in advance.

the night before the party about 12 of us decided to eat a bunch of LSD. during the trip, we decided to start jumping off the stairs to the living room of my friends parents house. this happened who knows how many times.

the next night was the party that was planned for almost 6 months in advance. we had a band, iron beagle, and close to 2000 people. my girlfriend had just left and i was standing in front of the band with a girl i had dated the summer prior. the next thing i knew i along with 200 other people, had fallen through the floor to my friends basement. we did like 100k worth of damage to my friends house.

it was probably from the jumping into the living room while tripping, and the amount of people that showed up.

people were in the basement and started hearing and seeing nails popping out of the floor onto the concrete basement floor.

after we fell through the floor to the basement i swear i saw people doing cannonballs into the hole. but i had been drinking PJ for 8 hours. with the ambulances and fire trucks me and a friend got to my car and weeded our way out.

we met up at a fast fare down the street. imagine 400 people in the parking lot of a convinience store. i got to the phone and called my MNF "midnight fark". my friend sean picked her up we went to my parents house, then my friend ainsley showed up.my friend sean drove my "MNF" home.


after that none of us really were friends.


i forgot that was whore-or your girl friend
 
2012-10-31 2:16:24 AM  

Just Another OC Homeless Guy: What_Would_Jimi_Do: Just Another OC Homeless Guy: For those of you who can get 640 AM KFI radio, tomorrow night, starting at 10pm, is Coast to Coast with George Nory (the old Art Bell show). Except it isn't Coast to Coast.... it is Ghost to Ghost for this one night. Callers call in ghost stories, all night long. Turn down the lights, burn a blunt or two, grab a bag of candy and enjoy.....

you do realize george nory is......coast to coast

You do realize that Fark is worldwide...


really, you think fark is more popular than george nory?
 
2012-10-31 2:17:14 AM  

Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: muck4doo: Dow Jones and the Temple of Doom: In the mid-90's when I was like 15 and my sister was 8, our parents took us to the Lamb State Park for a picnic. We parked at a campground and hiked down a little trail to a small creek with picnic tables and some big oaks. We set up, had a nice picnic, and as we were finishing up my sister pointed and yelled, "That little man! He went down a hole!" And everyone laughed, but she was serious and insisted she saw a small man dive into a hole not 50 feet from the picnic area. My dad walked over to where she pointed, and saw a gopher tortoise burrow. "It was a gopher!" He yelled while pointed down at the burrow. He then knelt down and stuck his head down inside with his cigarette lighter in front of him. He came back to the picnic area, whispered something to my mom, and we all packed up and left in a bit of a rush. My mom said that my dad had seen a rattle snake over there and wanted to get back to the car.

A year or two ago at Christmas, I was talking to my mom about old stories and reminded her of that, and she said, dead seriously, "Oh my god, I forgot all about that! You know when your dad looked in that hole, he saw a person staring back at him." I never asked any more about it.

I believe it. Only a pussy runs from a snake, especially after throwing a light down the hole. Snakes are wimps.

Ha! That one I made up. The first one about the hillbillies at the hotel is 100% true though.


Doesn't change the fact snakes are wimps. Except maybe them Black Mambas. Seriously, rattlesnakes always try to run, and never are like "Arrgh! I'm a bear!" Glad to hear your dad really didn't run from one.

thisisyourbrainonFark: How was the herb?


Ditchweed. My good contact in Hayward started to deal meth as well and got himself caught. That dumbass.
 
2012-10-31 2:17:47 AM  
Eckels stood smelling of the air, and there was a thing to the air, a chemical taint so subtle, so slight, that only a faint cry of his subliminal senses warned him it was there. The colors, white, gray, blue, orange, in the wall, in the furniture, in the sky beyond the window, were . . . were . . . . And there was a feel. His flesh twitched. His hands twitched. He stood drinking the oddness with the pores of his body. Somewhere, someone must have been screaming one of those whistles that only a dog can hear. His body screamed silence in return. Beyond this room, beyond this wall, beyond this man who was not quite the same man seated at this desk that was not quite the same desk . . . lay an entire world of streets and people. What sort of world it was now, there was no telling. He could feel them moving there, beyond the walls, almost, like so many chess pieces blown in a dry wind ....

But the immediate thing was the sign painted on the office wall, the same sign he had read earlier today on first entering. Somehow, the sign had changed:

TYME SEFARI INC.
SEFARIS TU ANY YEER EN THE PAST.
YU NAIM THE ANIMALL.
WEE TAEK YU THAIR.
YU SHOOT ITT.

Eckels felt himself fall into a chair. He fumbled crazily at the thick slime on his boots. He held up a clod of dirt, trembling, "No, it can't be. Not a little thing like that. No!"

Embedded in the mud, glistening green and gold and black, was a butterfly, very beautiful and very dead.

"Not a little thing like that! Not a butterfly!" cried Eckels.

It fell to the floor, an exquisite thing, a small thing that could upset balances and knock down a line of small dominoes and then big dominoes and then gigantic dominoes, all down the years across Time. Eckels' mind whirled. It couldn't change things. Killing one butterfly couldn't be that important! Could it?

His face was cold. His mouth trembled, asking: "Who - who won the presidential election yesterday?"

The man behind the desk laughed. "You joking? You know very well. Romney, of course! Who else? Not that fool weakling Obama. We got an iron man now, a man with guts!" The official stopped. "What's wrong?"

Eckels moaned. He dropped to his knees. He scrabbled at the golden butterfly with shaking fingers. "Can't we," he pleaded to the world, to himself, to the officials, to the Machine, "can't we take it back, can't we make it alive again? Can't we start over? Can't we-"

He did not move. Eyes shut, he waited, shivering. He heard Travis breathe loud in the room; he heard Travis shift his rifle, click the safety catch, and raise the weapon.

There was a sound of thunder.

/Bradbury...mostly
 
2012-10-31 2:18:03 AM  
LITTLE ORPHANT ANNIE

by: James Whitcomb Riley (1849-1916)

INSCRIBED WITH ALL FAITH AND AFFECTION

To all the little children: -- The happy ones; and sad ones;
The sober and the silent ones; the boisterous and glad ones;
The good ones -- Yes, the good ones, too; and all the lovely bad ones.

ITTLE Orphant Annie's come to our house to stay,
An' wash the cups an' saucers up, an' brush the crumbs away,
An' shoo the chickens off the porch, an' dust the hearth, an' sweep,
An' make the fire, an' bake the bread, an' earn her board-an'-keep;
An' all us other childern, when the supper-things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an' has the mostest fun
A-list'nin' to the witch-tales 'at Annie tells about,
An' the Gobble-uns 'at gits you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

Wunst they wuz a little boy wouldn't say his prayers,--
An' when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,
His Mammy heerd him holler, an' his Daddy heerd him bawl,
An' when they turn't the kivvers down, he wuzn't there at all!
An' they seeked him in the rafter-room, an' cubby-hole, an' press,
An' seeked him up the chimbly-flue, an' ever'-wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found wuz thist his pants an' roundabout:--
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

An' one time a little girl 'ud allus laugh an' grin,
An' make fun of ever' one, an' all her blood-an'-kin;
An' wunst, when they was "company," an' ole folks wuz there,
She mocked 'em an' shocked 'em, an' said she didn't care!
An' thist as she kicked her heels, an' turn't to run an' hide,
They wuz two great big Black Things a-standin' by her side,
An' they snatched her through the ceilin' 'fore she knowed what she's about!
An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!

An' little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
An' the lamp-wick sputters, an' the wind goes woo-oo!
An' you hear the crickets quit, an' the moon is gray,
An' the lightnin'-bugs in dew is all squenched away,--
You better mind yer parunts, an' yer teachurs fond an' dear,
An' churish them 'at loves you, an' dry the orphant's tear,
An' he'p the pore an' needy ones 'at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns 'll git you
Ef you
Don't
Watch
Out!
 
2012-10-31 2:19:56 AM  

No_ESC_Key: When I was four my mom, dad, two brothers, sister and I moved into a house that my father had had built in Tennessee. The site of the house (in a small farming community called Paris) was the site of a farmhouse from wayyyy back when that had burned according to an older gent I met in my childhood. He did not know if anyone had died in the fire or not. I do know that over the year when we would bury pets that had died we would almost always encounter broken bits of dishes, old hinges etc.
Anyway, from my earliest memories in the house there were the sounds of people walking along the second-floor hallway, and the sound of one of the toilets (in my sister's room) flushing from time to time when we knew there was no one on the second floor.
Among the other things I remember are: sitting in the living room with my mother and my sister when a candelabra about a foot high suddenly slid from the center of a round pub table to the very edge of that table while all three of us watched it. There was no oppressive feeling, cold spot etc.. It just moved. Another time I was sitting in the same living room with my mother. I was sitting in a Lay-Z-Boy beside the fireplace and Mom was sitting in a big armchair diagonally across the room next to the TV. Beside my lazy-boy was a child's rocking chair about two feet high that had been in the family for a while. I was reading and my Mom said "David (my real name) look at the rocking chair." I did and saw that it was tipped forward and standing on the front of its' rockers, as if someone small had leaned it forward to sit down. As we watched, the chair started to rock back and forth calmly but as if there were weight in it. My Mom, having grown accustomed to odd happenings in our house, said "Are you a good spirit?" The chair immediately stopped. It didn't slow down, or coast to a stop, it just stopped. Then, it slowly tipped very far forward again, as if a child may have been getting out of the chair. After staying forward for a few s ...


Sad story. However, the flushing of the toilet doesn't surprise. The feeling of taking a healthy dump is something many spirits want to remember.
 
2012-10-31 2:23:29 AM  
A little something music for you Farkers and this thread:

Monster Mash
 
2012-10-31 2:25:18 AM  

echo5juliet: Bathia_Mapes: Still haven't read one that topped the spooky story posted by echo5juliet in the 2008 thread. Still gives me the creeps everytime I read it. For those who missed it the first time around or just want to experience it again, here it is:

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

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

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

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

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

I passed the back of the ...


Hey! It's been a long time since I've seen you post. Welcome back. :-)
 
2012-10-31 2:27:03 AM  

FraggleStickCar: Bathia_Mapes: Still haven't read one that topped the spooky story posted by echo5juliet in the 2008 thread. Still gives me the creeps everytime I read it. For those who missed it the first time around or just want to experience it again, here it is:

I was driving a shortcut from...

This is a really old urban legend, have heard it plenty of times. Still creepy though and could have origins in truth, I suppose.


That is funny since I am the OP and it really happened. I was driving a maroon 1978 280Z. The 9mm was a Ruger P85. The Fiero was red. The woman in the road was wearing faded blue jeans and a pale pink shirt. The suitcase in the road closest to me was tan in color. The oddest thing about the picture in front of me was that the suitcases were open and the contents were scattered around far more evenly that you would think would happen in a real accident. That is what stood out, everything was too spread, that and there were no skid marks to explain why the Fiero was sideways in the street.

If it is a really old urban legend it must be because the same group pulled it on lots of people before they pulled it on me.
 
2012-10-31 2:28:19 AM  

Oafmeel: Bathia_Mapes: story.

...duuuuuuuuude...

Haven't heard that one before...and it gave me the jibblies something fierce.


That's why it's my favorite from the Halloween threads. Nothing has come close to it for pure creep factor.
 
2012-10-31 2:31:09 AM  

Bathia_Mapes: Hey! It's been a long time since I've seen you post. Welcome back. :-)


Thanks! Fark notified me that people were talking about me so I stuck my head in.

and for those of you who do not believe the story I would be happy to organize a car caravan road trip leaving from Palm Springs or Barstow to the location where the story took place. I've been wanting to go back by myself but the government keeps denying my request to buy a MK-19 40mm belt fed grenade launcher for personal use.
 
2012-10-31 2:31:35 AM  
The S.W.A.T. team is surrounding your hour house.
 
2012-10-31 2:35:17 AM  
Did anyone else ever grow up having this Disney Halloween album?:

Link

Was trying to find more tracks for it, but they are lacking. Think this one might still be at my grandfathers house. He's just about 90, and probably doesn't listen to it much anymore.
 
2012-10-31 2:37:05 AM  

doglover: "It should look like Harold," Alfred said. Harold was a farmer they both hated. They made a doll out of old sacks stuffed with straw. They gave it a pointy nose like Harold's and tiny eyes like his. Then they added dark hair and a twisted frown. Of course they also gave it Harold's name.


You forgot the terrible, terrible picture that haunted my mind as a child:

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Those books and illustrations STILL creep me out as an adult!
 
2012-10-31 2:37:15 AM  

echo5juliet: I am the OP


Your OP is the best halloween post here evar.
 
2012-10-31 2:37:37 AM  
 
2012-10-31 2:39:36 AM  
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soon
 
2012-10-31 2:42:03 AM  

muck4doo: Better sample of Disney Halloween


Fark, yeah. Perfect for the trick-or-treaters.
 
2012-10-31 2:48:47 AM  
The story of the guy who died in cell 14D. Now there's a locked-room mystery for you.
 
2012-10-31 2:49:56 AM  

thisisyourbrainonFark: muck4doo: Better sample of Disney Halloween

Fark, yeah. Perfect for the trick-or-treaters.


I noticed they left out the "speaking Chinese" part here.
 
2012-10-31 2:55:56 AM  
Not a scary story per say, but the most scared I've ever been in my life (well, second-most; the most was the time I walked up on a rattlesnake):

Also at Fort Irwin, I was out with an intercept team ("team" meaning me, one other guy, and a truck) on another night. We were set up all the way at the northern boundary of the exercise area, farther than I'd ever been before, and since I was the lower-ranking team member I drew the night shift. Being that our job was to intercept "enemy" radio signals, we'd set up on top of hills & far away from any other friendly forces, and this was no exception.

So at some point in the middle of the night, pitch black outside aside from the starlight, I'm sitting at my position & hearing absolutely nothing from the equipment when suddenly I cue in on this ungodly deep sound...kind of a mesh of a roar, a growl, and something being torn to shreds all at once. It's loud as fark and it's not coming out of my headphones--it's somewhere outside. Being the middle of the desert the only wildlife which made appreciable amounts of noise were coyotes, but they pretty much never bothered us in the field (they were too busy raiding the dumpsters back in garrison) and they sure as hell didn't sound anything like that. It stopped for a few seconds, and then I heard it again...about two or three seconds long, probably, but it seemed to last forever at that point.

Now keep in mind that I'm a 23 year-old soldier at this point, I didn't (and don't) believe in monsters or ghosts or any of that stuff, and I sure as hell wasn't going to wake up my partner because I was hearing weird noises in the dark. So I slowly take off the headphones, set them down in front of me, ease the door of the truck open, and grab my M-16 as I step outside (which was really good thinking on my part since all we had were blank rounds). I set one shaking boot after the other onto the hilltop and scan around me when I hear it again. Like I said, I don't believe in banshees or anything, but I'd imagine this was what one would sound like if they did exist. My brain is puzzling over it, trying to focus in on where the noise is coming from, one-by-one discarding the possibilities of a bear or a wolf or a space alien, and I hear it again. My knees are literally shaking, but I creep out towards the edge of the hilltop and peer around, but I can't see anything. I hear the sound one more time and then it's gone for the rest of the night. Eventually I calmed myself down enough to get back in the truck & start working again.

SPOILER BELOW IN WHITE (if you have me farkied you're just screwed, sorry):

It turned out my teammate heard it, too, but having been at Fort Irwin longer than I had he knew what it was. A couple of A-10s were doing live gun runs on the range a dozen or so miles north of us.

Link to hear it for yourself (real world run, so if that bothers you don't click).
 
2012-10-31 2:58:05 AM  
So I live on my own. Sometimes at night when I'm in bed, I'll hear strange scratching noises on random doors in my apartment. Also, sometimes it feels like there something (not me) moving around underneath my covers, and I get woken up in the morning by an odd tickling sensation on my face. I've also noticed that objects around my place seem to move on thier own, for example, a roll of quarters or some of my papers will move themselves from my desk to the floor in my bedroom after I leave the house for a short while and come back.

/I have a cat.
//BOO
 
2012-10-31 2:59:10 AM  
About 12 years ago, I lived with in San Jose with my now ex wife. We went out one evening going somewhere in Los Gatos (I don't remember where we were headed). I was driving and she was in the passenger seat. I had taken a couple of wrong turns and we were a bit lost in an upper-middle class residential area. This neighborhood was fairly well-lighted, and looked like it had been built in the 1950's. I decide to pull into a empty driveway to turn around and go back the opposite direction in search of our destination. The driveway I chose at random lead to a typical garage attached to a non-nondescript house with a light-colored paint job. One or 2 lights were on in the house, and the shades were all down. The front end of our car had barely crossed the sidewalk when I felt a cold wave of fathomless evil fear pass over and through me. We were about 25 feet from the garage door. I instantly hit the brakes and at the same time glanced at the ex. Her eyes were open wide and she was staring straight ahead. She looked at me and said, "Get out of here," in a very serious flat tone of voice. I was already in reverse, and got out of that neighborhood as fast as I could. We decided to abort whatever we were going to do and went straight home. We were quiet for about a minute, and after we had gone a few blocks or so, I asked her what was wrong, and she replied that she experienced a sudden "cold evil fear" as we pulled into that driveway. She essentially felt the same thing at the same moment as I did. We neither saw nor heard nothing to prompt what we sensed. Nothing of that kind ever happened to me before or since, and I'm not in the habit of experiencing that level of creepiness. I kinda wish now that I would have had the presence of mind to remember the street and house number, if only to see if that experience would happen again -in the daytime-. No way would I ever go back at night and without more witnesses. I have a pit in my stomach just remembering that night.
 
2012-10-31 3:05:53 AM  
Bookmarking for later reading.

I haven't seen it yet, but if someone can post the story about the kid and his amorphous "friend" who would follow him around.

/I farking love these threads
 
2012-10-31 3:06:09 AM  

Harv72b: Not a scary story per say, but the most scared I've ever been in my life (well, second-most; the most was the time I walked up on a rattlesnake):

Also at Fort Irwin, I was out with an intercept team ("team" meaning me, one other guy, and a truck) on another night. We were set up all the way at the northern boundary of the exercise area, farther than I'd ever been before, and since I was the lower-ranking team member I drew the night shift. Being that our job was to intercept "enemy" radio signals, we'd set up on top of hills & far away from any other friendly forces, and this was no exception.

So at some point in the middle of the night, pitch black outside aside from the starlight, I'm sitting at my position & hearing absolutely nothing from the equipment when suddenly I cue in on this ungodly deep sound...kind of a mesh of a roar, a growl, and something being torn to shreds all at once. It's loud as fark and it's not coming out of my headphones--it's somewhere outside. Being the middle of the desert the only wildlife which made appreciable amounts of noise were coyotes, but they pretty much never bothered us in the field (they were too busy raiding the dumpsters back in garrison) and they sure as hell didn't sound anything like that. It stopped for a few seconds, and then I heard it again...about two or three seconds long, probably, but it seemed to last forever at that point.

Now keep in mind that I'm a 23 year-old soldier at this point, I didn't (and don't) believe in monsters or ghosts or any of that stuff, and I sure as hell wasn't going to wake up my partner because I was hearing weird noises in the dark. So I slowly take off the headphones, set them down in front of me, ease the door of the truck open, and grab my M-16 as I step outside (which was really good thinking on my part since all we had were blank rounds). I set one shaking boot after the other onto the hilltop and scan around me when I hear it again. Like I said, I don't believe in bansh ...


Love it! Reminds of a time some friends and I took a drunken camping trip when i was 17 or 18 in the hills above Fremont CA. We had a nice campfire going by a creek and were drunk and stoned off our asses, and cooking up some grub on the camp fire. Suddenly a bright light appeared and there was a tremendous roar coming about. We couldn't tell what the sound was, or where it was coming from. The light just seemed to come from everywhere. We all got up, and were trying to run, and all had come to the same conclusion even though we didn't mention it at the moment(Visitors!). The girls were screaming for me to drive everyone out of there, my dude buddies went running into the woods.

It turned out to be a train that none of us had any idea there were even train tracks in that narrow little creek valley.

/I though it was funny afterwards, as did others.
//There were a couple who thought we should never mention the incident
 
2012-10-31 3:07:17 AM  
This isn't my own, rather from my husband, who used to work out at Six Flags Over Texas on the midnight shift when he was out of high school. He worked the midnight shift, hosing down rides and cleaning the park, and he was used to seeing and hearing all sorts of strange things in the dead of night. He'd hear people behind him, someone calling his name that wasn't there...he learned to tune it out and ignore it.

One night, however, he was hosing down the area by the Texas Giant, and he heard crying. He turned around, but thought he was hearing things again, in the hiss of the water from the hose or the nocturnal animals or the traffic on the highway on 30. And then he came face to face with this little girl in a white dress with mud on her hem, she looked to be about eight, and she said, "Can you help me find my family?" She appeared to be looking off in the distance, and he too looked that way, and when he turned back, she was gone.

He was skeptical, but talked to one of the crew members the following morning, an older guy that he thought would tell him the usual, "oh, you just hear/see weird things out there" and reassure him, but, instead, when he beat around the bush, without describing her, the crewman said, "You saw her, too?" They called her "Annie" and the lore among the crew was that, since Six Flags was originally built on a swamp bed, her family owned a home there and she drowned, and she never left.
 
2012-10-31 3:07:29 AM  
I picked up a hitchhiker many years ago, which I didn't typically do. The guy looked lost, and poorly dressed in and overcoat and I thought shorts, so I took pity. As he got in I realize he's wearing blue tights. Weirdo alert. But it felt harsh to kick him out. So we get to driving and after a few minutes he asks if I wanted to meet his friends. He produces two figurines and proceeds to introduce me. OK then. I wait a bit then indicate I need to drop him off and be on my way. He hasn't indicated where he wanted to go, just up the freeway he was standing near the entrance to. He asks if I want to split a pack of cigarettes. I decline. I take an exit I know there is a busy restaurant off of and pull into their parking lot and persuade him to get out of the car. Staying calm and friendly when things grow disturbing can work wonders with the violent and or deranged, I've found. So, thankfully, and perhaps by not freaking out, I drove away from that experience.

A few days later I heard on the news that a man very much matching his description had killed a person that had picked him up hitchhiking.
 
2012-10-31 3:09:37 AM  
Boo!
 
2012-10-31 3:10:52 AM  

fugeeface: About 12 years ago, I lived with in San Jose with my now ex wife. We went out one evening going somewhere in Los Gatos (I don't remember where we were headed). I was driving and she was in the passenger seat. I had taken a couple of wrong turns and we were a bit lost in an upper-middle class residential area. This neighborhood was fairly well-lighted, and looked like it had been built in the 1950's. I decide to pull into a empty driveway to turn around and go back the opposite direction in search of our destination. The driveway I chose at random lead to a typical garage attached to a non-nondescript house with a light-colored paint job. One or 2 lights were on in the house, and the shades were all down. The front end of our car had barely crossed the sidewalk when I felt a cold wave of fathomless evil fear pass over and through me. We were about 25 feet from the garage door. I instantly hit the brakes and at the same time glanced at the ex. Her eyes were open wide and she was staring straight ahead. She looked at me and said, "Get out of here," in a very serious flat tone of voice. I was already in reverse, and got out of that neighborhood as fast as I could. We decided to abort whatever we were going to do and went straight home. We were quiet for about a minute, and after we had gone a few blocks or so, I asked her what was wrong, and she replied that she experienced a sudden "cold evil fear" as we pulled into that driveway. She essentially felt the same thing at the same moment as I did. We neither saw nor heard nothing to prompt what we sensed. Nothing of that kind ever happened to me before or since, and I'm not in the habit of experiencing that level of creepiness. I kinda wish now that I would have had the presence of mind to remember the street and house number, if only to see if that experience would happen again -in the daytime-. No way would I ever go back at night and without more witnesses. I have a pit in my stomach just rememberin ...


Near the Cats, Central, or west mountains?
 
2012-10-31 3:12:45 AM  
my friend and i escaped nyc one weekend in autumn upstate to visit his hometown of wappingers falls, creepy in itself, esp this one black and maybe yellow house that looked evil. we visited the sleepy hollow cemetary, total storybook looking, fog everywhere, i discovered an urn by a tree wrapped in a scarf, so of course i opened it to discover bone fragments and ash.

later that night, we went for a walk deep in the woods, blazed, i was 10ft walking in front of him on this trail, quiet woods, dark and no one around. dont remember what we were talking about, but spooky shiat, when, out of the blue, a rock comes sailing thru the treetops and lands perfectly in between us. we decided to head back.

nother time, i was camping on my other friend's property, isolated in the woods. daytime, and i was setting up my tent towards the perimeter where the lawn met the tree line, suddenly heard an isolated bang, like metal on metal, coming from 100 ft away from me in the woods, like it wanted my attention. no other sounds.

my thoughts went: "did that just happen? that couldn't have happened. im just gonna pretend that didn't happen. but dude, that really happened"

also felt an unseen unwelcoming presence as a kid at xmas in my aunt and uncle's old victorian they just moved into . months later, they confessed to us tales of hauntings, objects flying, smells, voices, shadows sitting on beds, etc.

minor mundane spooky shiat, yeah, but these really things happen. i got chills remembering them
 
2012-10-31 3:13:01 AM  

blueviking: This isn't my own, rather from my husband, who used to work out at Six Flags Over Texas on the midnight shift when he was out of high school. He worked the midnight shift, hosing down rides and cleaning the park, and he was used to seeing and hearing all sorts of strange things in the dead of night. He'd hear people behind him, someone calling his name that wasn't there...he learned to tune it out and ignore it.

One night, however, he was hosing down the area by the Texas Giant, and he heard crying. He turned around, but thought he was hearing things again, in the hiss of the water from the hose or the nocturnal animals or the traffic on the highway on 30. And then he came face to face with this little girl in a white dress with mud on her hem, she looked to be about eight, and she said, "Can you help me find my family?" She appeared to be looking off in the distance, and he too looked that way, and when he turned back, she was gone.

He was skeptical, but talked to one of the crew members the following morning, an older guy that he thought would tell him the usual, "oh, you just hear/see weird things out there" and reassure him, but, instead, when he beat around the bush, without describing her, the crewman said, "You saw her, too?" They called her "Annie" and the lore among the crew was that, since Six Flags was originally built on a swamp bed, her family owned a home there and she drowned, and she never left.


Dr. Picklebacon: I picked up a hitchhiker many years ago, which I didn't typically do. The guy looked lost, and poorly dressed in and overcoat and I thought shorts, so I took pity. As he got in I realize he's wearing blue tights. Weirdo alert. But it felt harsh to kick him out. So we get to driving and after a few minutes he asks if I wanted to meet his friends. He produces two figurines and proceeds to introduce me. OK then. I wait a bit then indicate I need to drop him off and be on my way. He hasn't indicated where he wanted to go, just up the freeway he was standing near the entrance to. He asks if I want to split a pack of cigarettes. I decline. I take an exit I know there is a busy restaurant off of and pull into their parking lot and persuade him to get out of the car. Staying calm and friendly when things grow disturbing can work wonders with the violent and or deranged, I've found. So, thankfully, and perhaps by not freaking out, I drove away from that experience.

A few days later I heard on the news that a man very much matching his description had killed a person that had picked him up hitchhiking.


Awesome stories. I'm out. Keep up the great stories yall. :)
 
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