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2012-10-31 3:13:05 AM  

potato_chip_eating_geek: Wolf892: I was 15 years old and it was the first summer where my parents decided to take a weeklong vacation to visit my grandmother. This was great for me for two reasons, the first, I was allowed to stay home alone for the week, and the second, my mother had left me a 4 gallon tub of bubblegum ice-cream that she had told me to go wild on.
I stayed awake every night late, watching Japanese anime, drinking root-beer and eating the heck out of that bubble gum ice cream. I was in 15 year old boy Heaven.
On the second to last night of the week everything was going the same. It was three o clock in the morning when I finally finished the last episode of "bubblegum crisis" (which I'd loved watching while eating bubblegum ice-cream) and decided it was time to go downstairs to bed.
So I did.
I'm not sure what time it was when I woke up, my room was dark, I was laying in bed facing my wall and I could tell that if I didn't get out of bed my bladder was going to burst.
As I started to turn over in my bed so that I could climb out, something happened that to this day (34 years old now) I'll never forget.
From right beside my head, almost like a breath away from my ear I heard as clear as day a voice. The voice was strange though because it was devoid of all inflection, all tone, all emotion. It only spoke three words to me...
"Don't turn around"
That was it, nothing more, nothing less. But I didn't question that voice. It was so clear, so close to my head and so flat and inhuman in its substance that held my bladder and did not turn around to get out of bed until I could see the second rays of sunlight peaking through my curtain the next morning.
Just... "Don't turn around."

did you hear anybody move afterwards? like soneone leaving?


Nope, nothing at all. I stayed awake too, but nothing but those three words, clear as a bell. Like a speak and spell but with no inflection, like a robot or machine maybe...
 
2012-10-31 3:13:11 AM  
I've been separated from my highschool friends for more than a decade. Still, one of them used to send me letters all the time, not e-mail take note. In every letter, my classmate named Sarah, would talk about her life and spray it with her perfume.

During our highschool reunion around 10 years after graduation, I met up with my old friends. Some of them already have families while others changed drastically. I couldn't find my dear friend Sarah so I asked around if they forgot to send her the invitation. Suddenly, the organizer of the reunion pulled me aside. He asked me if I was making a horrible joke. Of course I wondered what he meant. He realized I had no idea what was going on.

Apparently, Sarah's been dead for 3 years before our reunion. She became very ill and died alone. I thought my former teacher was joking but he wasn't. I asked some of the girls whom I weren't really close with about Sarah, and they did confirm that she's been dead for 3 years. Only her closest friends knew.

Who's been sending me the letters all those years? When I googled the address on the envelope, I found out that the address belonged to an old abandoned condominium. Was someone playing a trick on me? Why would they go to such lengths to use Sarah as a joke on me? Why keep it up all those years?

The letters have stopped coming and it's already been 2 years since the reunion when I found out the truth about Sarah.
 
2012-10-31 3:16:47 AM  
I was about 26 when I moved in with my then partner and their parents. Prior to moving in, at times I had gotten feelings of being watched. The house was well over 150 years old; maybe more. It had been used back in the colonial days as a safe house for the Underground Railroad. There is a secret room in it and the only way to get to it was to climb on the roof and climb down the chimney. The chimney had footholds going down the inside of it. From what I understand the room was as a safe room, in case the Indians attacked and tried to burn the house down. The family would be able to get to the room from inside the house; the house would burn around them but, they would be safe. Afterwards they could then climb up the chimney to escape. It is believed, that at the beginning of the stairway on the first floor is where the original access to the secret room is located though no one was really sure.

The house has gone through several renovations over the years and the original design is no longer known. The house while I was there was divided in to two halves. One side my partner and I lived on it had: a living room, bedroom, and a back room/ kitchenette of sorts. There were two ways to enter our side. One way, was near the front door. As soon as someone entered, take a left and go through the double doors that lead into the living room. The other way was through a small hallway between the parent's dining room and our room. The hallway was set up more like a closet with doors on each end, that space use to be where the stoves were located when the house was first built.

The first thing to happen to me was an innocent teasing. I was sitting at my partner's computer, which is in the living room, playing a video game and listening to my cd player. The computer desk had an L shaped return; where I was resting my arm. While I was playing the game, I felt and heard a slight taping on the return. At first I didn't think anything of it, but then thought maybe my partner was trying to be subtle about wanting my attention. I turned my chair around and I asked, "Did you want something?", but nobody was there. So I turned back around and started playing the game again. A few minutes the taping started again I turned and no one was there. This went on for about ten minutes so I thought maybe my partner was playing a trick and moving out my line of sight; each time I turned the chair around. The next time the taping started; I whirled completely around. No one was there and my partner had just walked into the living room from our room, in time to see me spinning in the chair. I explained what happened and my partner told me that it was just one of the ghosts that playing with me.

I guess overtime I had become the target. Occasionally I would place something down and it would disappear; end up in a different room. At first I thought it was me not remembering where I put things. Then one night my partner had placed a new wallet on the dresser in our room and went in the living room to read a book. There is a doorway between the bedroom and the living room; but no door. My partner was sitting on the couch and watched the wallet lift up off the dresser float in mid- air and place itself on the other dresser, across the room. My partner went into the room and confirmed that the wallet was now indeed on the other dresser; not where it was original placed.

There would be other odd occurrences that would go on. The toilet flushing by itself, every once in a while I would see a dark shape near the heater in the kitchenette. The one thing that was most interesting is that I would be sitting in the living watching TV and I would see a black and white cat run across the doorway between the living room and bedroom. I once told my partner's older sister about the cat and she then told me that they use to have a black and white cat named Patches.

I only lived there for about a year because we broke up. We got back together but, that is where things changed. There were nights that I would stay over and my partner would have to go to work earlier than I did. After my partner left, some mornings I would be half in and out of sleep but, I would feel the weight of someone curled up on my back lying next to me. The first time I thought that my partner and come back home feeling ill or something; I turned over and nothing was there and the weighted feeling was gone. The same thing happened but this time; I felt the slight weight of someone's hand caressing my side. I got out of the bed. This went on for a few weeks to the point that I no longer wanted to stay in the house without my partner there. It kept happening until one morning, I bolted up and yelled, "Stop it!" It stopped for a time, but then I changed jobs and didn't have to go in until a later time and something else started to happen.

The first time I stayed over after changing jobs, my partner left at the usual time. I was lying awake in bed trying to get back to sleep. My partner had left the hallway doors open so I could see down the hall way and into the parent's dining room. I was facing the hallway when suddenly I saw the shape of someone holding a lantern up. The figure crossed the doorway on the dining room side and went into the parent's kitchen. I was alone in the house; the parents were away. My initial thought was that someone had broken in, but I had not heard any sounds. I remained still my heart pounding; I saw the light cross the doorway again. It came from the kitchen and crossed the dining room; like someone was looking for something. I decided to mustard up the courage to go out there and see what was going on. My partner keeps a dagger under the bed, so I grabbed the dagger and walked out the room. I was shaking; I thought for sure someone else was in the house and trying to rob it. I turned on the closet light switch to me. But found nothing. I checked all the doors; they were locked. Shaken and quite awake, I dressed, left the house and hung out at the local coffee shop until I had to go to work. When I told my partner about it I got the response, "Oh that's the caretaker, he may have just been wondering what you were doing still in bed." Until that day I had never encountered that ghost, and it terrified me.

After that day things escalated with that ghost. My partner's parents headed down south for the winter and left us in charge of the house. I would still stay over at times but after my partner left for work, I would migrate to the couch in the living room; in hopes of avoiding the caretaker. A series of incidents caused me to finally break and get mad. I was sleeping on the couch; I would hear and feel the vibrations of pounding footsteps. They would start from the dining room, go through my partner's room and end at the doorway of the living room. I had it and yelled, "I don't have to be up at that ing time anymore so leave me alone." But that didn't stop the pounding. I ended up not staying over anymore and eventually we stopped dating. The house has since been sold and I can only imagine what the new owners are experiencing.
 
2012-10-31 3:17:59 AM  

GreenSun: I've been separated from my highschool friends for more than a decade. Still, one of them used to send me letters all the time, not e-mail take note. In every letter, my classmate named Sarah, would talk about her life and spray it with her perfume.

During our highschool reunion around 10 years after graduation, I met up with my old friends. Some of them already have families while others changed drastically. I couldn't find my dear friend Sarah so I asked around if they forgot to send her the invitation. Suddenly, the organizer of the reunion pulled me aside. He asked me if I was making a horrible joke. Of course I wondered what he meant. He realized I had no idea what was going on.

Apparently, Sarah's been dead for 3 years before our reunion. She became very ill and died alone. I thought my former teacher was joking but he wasn't. I asked some of the girls whom I weren't really close with about Sarah, and they did confirm that she's been dead for 3 years. Only her closest friends knew.

Who's been sending me the letters all those years? When I googled the address on the envelope, I found out that the address belonged to an old abandoned condominium. Was someone playing a trick on me? Why would they go to such lengths to use Sarah as a joke on me? Why keep it up all those years?

The letters have stopped coming and it's already been 2 years since the reunion when I found out the truth about Sarah.


It would be creepier if you still got the letters.
 
2012-10-31 3:23:00 AM  
Ugh, several incidents, some can be partially explained by sleep paralysis and a really messed up mind. The other... not so much.

In college years ago I had a girlfriend who shared an apartment with her close friend from home. We were all asleep, me and my girlfriend, and earlier in the week her and her roommate had been telling me about feeling creeped out in their apartment. I thought nothing of it, as I had noticed that they had just in general been really irritated with each other over conflicting schedules for things, so thought they were just expressing the tension in another way.

I woke up around 3 am on my side, facing away from the middle of the bed. In the corner of the room, near an antique mirror I had recently bought my girlfriend that was still not yet hung on a wall, was a darker shadow than what was elsewhere in the room. I remember it having one foot disappearing into the leaning mirror. As I watched, it came over to me, still just a black person shaped thing, and held me down, while trying to pour something into my ear. At this point I was doing my best to call out my girlfriends name, thinking that if she could just touch me everything would be fine: I would be able to move, the image would go away, and I'd wake up from my sleep/creepy dream.

At some point she hears me stuttering part of her name and rolls over and touches me just as the shadow tips whatever it had towards my ear. I shoot upright in bed and yell "get out of here" in what her and her friend said over and over was not anything like my own voice or any tone I've ever used before when mimicking someone. After I scare the crap out of everyone else we notice the mirror has fallen over, which shouldn't happen as it was firmly leaning up against the wall. Needless to say we were all a bit freaked out, so gather in the living room on the couch and futon to try and get some more sleep.

An hour or so after we all fell asleep, we all woke up to the sound of someone stomping down the hallway from the far bedroom, and then my gf and I hear a voice whisper behind us that said "you need to get out, he's after (my name)". Her friend was across the room from us, so it couldn't have been her not to mention the fact the voice was rather different from hers, so we all up and rush from the apt out into the hallway, and eventually back to my dorm. The apt. was on the top floor, so the sound of the stomping couldn't have been someone above walking heavily.

We all refused to go back in there alone until we had someone come and take the mirror. I don't know why, but everything in the apartment seemed to get better once the mirror was gone. Looking back, I would like to believe it was just a very disturbing episode of sleep paralysis (my first ever bout of it nonetheless) and some sort of shared hysteria brought on by lack of sleep.
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Episode two of sleep paralysis came when I was working as an expediter and having just delivered a shipment late one night, drove off to a corner of the factory property and set up for some sleep in the cargo van. I had a pretty decent setup, as it was a dodge sprinter van, so I had a rather nice fold down bed with memory foam,heated/cooled cab, power inverter and all that good stuff. Well, on this trip I was showing a younger relative the ropes so we were working as a driving team. He had a cot in the back, and there was plenty of room for us. Once again, I wake up around 3am, as I can see the little digital clock stuck to the wall near my head. Once again, I can't move, hurray sleep paralysis, as I had learned it was called by that point. I wasn't to worried, and just tried to go back to sleep, but my eyes caught movement at the back windows of the van. I saw another shadow walk through the back doors,and slightly ruffle the blackout curtains covering the windows, but the shadow looked like it was still standing on the ground and not on the elevated floor of the van. On its way to me it seemed to step up into/onto the flooring, and came to the side of my bed. Once again it reached out towards my ear with something in its hand. At this point I was doing my best to call out to my cousin while trying to close my eyes. What ended up waking me up/ bringing me out of the sleep paralysis was my best friend from college calling me on my cell phone. Just before I am able to move I see the shadow bend down closer to me and whisper "one day, you will be ours", then it disappears out the side of the van. I answer the phone, and my friend starts asking if I'm alright, and he called because he had an overwhelming sense to check on me.

Once again, I want to write this off as sleep paralysis, but my friend calling me at that exact moment is still wierd as all heck.
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Last one, I swear!
Back to college days. I was driving over to my previously mentioned gf's apartment really late one night, and it was extremely densely foggy that night. Driving across the south side of campus, which opened out onto farm and animal research fields,so the fog along the road was really really thick there. Had just gotten off the cell phone telling her where I was at and would be there in 5-10 minutes. After I hang up I'm driving towards a stoplight and a set of railroad tracks. As I go past the intersection, I notice I can't see the stoplight in my mirrors. I figure maybe the power went out for some odd reason and think nothing of it. Then I notice the next set of lights up ahead of me are dark as well, and all the streetlights past that. As I keep driving, I feel the road get rougher, which wasn't right as the intersection I was coming upon was recently repaved earlier that year. I keep driving.

After a few minutes I realize I should come up on,and even passed, the apt. complex. I slow down, hit the brights, and can't see anything other than ditches and tallish grass on either side of the road. This isn't right. I pull slowly over to the side of the road, leave the car running, and get out. I'm on a dirt road, in the middle of nowhere, with ditches on either side when I should be on a paved road with curbs and in a suburban area. I try calling my friend, my gf, my folks, no signal no bars on the cell. I get back in the car and keep driving... and driving... and driving. Eventually I realize I've been driving for better than half an hour, with no bend in the road and no intersections. I slowdown and stop again and try the cell phone again. Nothing. I look up and in my rearview mirror I see someone standing just inside the light from my brakelights, wearing a white dressing gown. Looks like a woman, but at this point I was not willing to wait and find out. I slam on the gas and take off like a bat out of hell. Ten minutes later or so I come flying out of the dense fog and through the intersection just before the apartment complex I was heading to doing 90mph . My cell phone starts going off, and after I pull into the complex I answer it and it was my gf wondering where the hell I've been and what I was doing, as I should have been there 45 minutes ago.

When I go to shut off my car after pulling into a parking space, with my gf waiting on the sidewalk and coming to the car looking mad and worried at the same time, she notices that the clock on my dash is off, slow by nearly 45 minutes, and the same goes for my phone (this was before the age of the always set by network time), and that's when I notice my full tank of gas from when I left had dropped by a quarter of a tank for what should have been a 5 mile drive. The time being off like that stood out to her because I'm normally the one setting everything to the same, as correct as I can get it, time.

That one I can't explain, and really don't ever want to try to. I did, however, learn in doing some research later on that the stretch of road there on the south side of campus has had all kinds of ghost stories and lost time stories relating to it over the years.Those are my experiences, take em as you see fit.
 
2012-10-31 3:25:49 AM  

echo5juliet: 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.


I'm sure many people have tried to do this sort of thing, sort of a modern highwayman. Although I'm not sure if it's more effective than an attractive woman having car trouble, I can imagine a lot of people would get out of their cars to investigate.

Definitely creepy. Although you could adapt it into a screenplay if you looked back and saw the bodies were gone, then as you looked ahead of your car saw them standing right there looking at you.

/Maybe only for an episode of 'Are You Afraid of the Dark', but still
 
2012-10-31 3:26:51 AM  
I'll have to read the thread later, maybe post again if it isn't dead by the time I get home later tonight...meanwhile I'll repost this one from the 2010 thread. I could have sworn I posted another story in an even earlier thread but I can't find it right now.

"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 kinda decided it was time to go."
 
2012-10-31 3:31:46 AM  
Another one, from my husband yet again. I've had a few experiences like fugeeface, where I've experienced that slithering, burrowing feeling in your gut where you know something is just indescribably wrong, only to find out that you've narrowly escaped something or you've been in a place with lots of death and mayhem. The hubby's actually seen these things.

He and a few friends went to a place in Hays, KS called "Blue Light Lady", a locale by the hospital where a nurse would purportedly take her breaks to escape the despair and death that was her job. However, when she died, they found a will requesting that she be buried on the hill where she would take her break. The city, and church, complied. On a winter night, they all decided to go check out her tombstone, and my husband brought his new Maglite flashlight. They get out to the tombstone, after synching their watches, as my husband and his buddies were going to play Cat and Mouse that evening and they needed to be sure that everyone was set up.

A friend of theirs decided to get a closer look, and placed her hand on the tombstone to view the inscription. All the flashlights, even my husband's Maglite, went dark. He had new batteries, as well. He tried shifting the batteries around as his friends did the same to the two other flashlights they have. And then they heard the sound of a radio playing as though it were traveling closer and closer, but they were out in an isolated area by themselves, away from the highway and traffic. They told their friend to take her hand off the headstone, which she did, and, with the flashlights surging back on, they hightailed it back to the car. When they reached the vehicle, there was a dreamcatcher, hanging from the rearview mirror, suspended as though it were being buffetted by the wind, but both windows were up and the sound of a radio playing. Their watches were all off, as well, when they went to play Cat and Mouse, some by only a minute, others by as much as ten.
 
2012-10-31 3:31:53 AM  

muck4doo: 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 ...


I really avoided that area, and haven't been back, as I have no reasons to be over that way, but my hazy recollection would have to say maybe the area to the right of 17 (going south), in between W Main and 9. Definitely not out by the Cats, and not to the east of 17. Maybe the area bounded by 17, 9, Santa Cruz Ave, and Blossom Hill.
 
2012-10-31 3:39:25 AM  

blueviking: Another one, from my husband yet again. I've had a few experiences like fugeeface, where I've experienced that slithering, burrowing feeling in your gut where you know something is just indescribably wrong, only to find out that you've narrowly escaped something or you've been in a place with lots of death and mayhem. The hubby's actually seen these things.

He and a few friends went to a place in Hays, KS called "Blue Light Lady", a locale by the hospital where a nurse would purportedly take her breaks to escape the despair and death that was her job. However, when she died, they found a will requesting that she be buried on the hill where she would take her break. The city, and church, complied. On a winter night, they all decided to go check out her tombstone, and my husband brought his new Maglite flashlight. They get out to the tombstone, after synching their watches, as my husband and his buddies were going to play Cat and Mouse that evening and they needed to be sure that everyone was set up.

A friend of theirs decided to get a closer look, and placed her hand on the tombstone to view the inscription. All the flashlights, even my husband's Maglite, went dark. He had new batteries, as well. He tried shifting the batteries around as his friends did the same to the two other flashlights they have. And then they heard the sound of a radio playing as though it were traveling closer and closer, but they were out in an isolated area by themselves, away from the highway and traffic. They told their friend to take her hand off the headstone, which she did, and, with the flashlights surging back on, they hightailed it back to the car. When they reached the vehicle, there was a dreamcatcher, hanging from the rearview mirror, suspended as though it were being buffetted by the wind, but both windows were up and the sound of a radio playing. Their watches were all off, as well, when they went to play Cat and Mouse, some by only a minute, others by as much as ten.


Trippy story. That slithering gut feeling you referred to was nothing like I experienced that night. It was a full-bodied, head-to-toe, fron to back icy chill mixed with terror with a side of subdued panic. And I'm not one to panic. Not my way.
 
2012-10-31 3:43:45 AM  
I grew up in an old two-flat house in Chicago. I had a small room, big enough for my bed, my desk, a bookcase, dresser, and not much else, on the north side of the house. My bed was a four-poster with space underneath it for a disorganized assortment of toys and miscellaneous stuff. It was in the northwest corner, along the north wall, its head in the corner and its foot beneath the room's one window. The bookcase and desk were along the south wall. The ceiling angled down in the northeast corner, under the stairway to the second floor, and the dresser was tucked in under the slope. In the southeast corner, diagonally across from where the head of my bed was, were two doors; the door to the room itself in the south wall, and the door to the closet in the east wall. The bedrooms in that house all had sizable but narrow walk-in closets, and mine was full of hanging clothes, a shoe rack, and a high shelf full of pillows and blankets and various boxes of stuff. The back side of my closet door had a row of hooks on which were hung a number of winter coats. I slept in that room from the age of four or five until I was twenty. When I was little I never had any monsters under my bed or in the closet.

Except just that one time when I was about nine.

It was one night, after everyone had gone to bed and the house had settled down in darkness, and the busy street in front of the house had quieted to only the occasional car whispering past. I was lying in bed in the dark and the quiet, drifting in and out of that foggy half-awareness that is neither quite wakefulness nor quite yet sleep, when odd random images which are neither thoughts nor dreams play through your mind. I was perhaps a few seconds away from finally sinking into full sleep, falling, fading, when with the very last remnant of conscious awareness I heard something, a soft, gentle sort of shifting sound from somewhere across the room. I dragged my eyelids up just a crack and in the dimness I saw the closet door swinging slowly open. It stopped moving as soon as I looked at it.

I have never awakened so instantly or as fully as I did at that moment. I don't think I ever believed in closet monsters, which is probably why I never had any, but it's one thing to know rationally what exists in your closet and what does not, and another thing entirely to be a little kid jerked awake in the dark watching his closet door stop opening. I don't remember how long I lay there petrified, afraid to move, afraid to breathe, staring into the impenetrable blackness along the edge of that slightly-open door, my mind racing to imagine what unimaginable thing might be staring back at me, some horrid dark bulgy-eyed thing coiled and hungry, waiting for me to fall asleep so it could move again. It needed me to be asleep. It could only get me when I was asleep. It had made a mistake, been too eager, moved too soon, and now it had to wait, motionless and silent. As long as I stayed awake and didn't move and didn't look away.

Eventually I got enough of a grip on things to leap out of bed and punch the light on and pull the closet door open. The door hadn't been pushed closed all the way, and something - a hanging coat or a shelved pillow or something, I don't remember now - had fallen to the floor against the door and pushed it open with its weight. So I managed to get to sleep after all that night, but I did scan the back of that closet with a flashlight first, and for quite some time after that I made damn sure that door was good and closed before I went to bed.
 
2012-10-31 3:46:42 AM  

fugeeface: blueviking: Another one, from my husband yet again. I've had a few experiences like fugeeface, where I've experienced that slithering, burrowing feeling in your gut where you know something is just indescribably wrong, only to find out that you've narrowly escaped something or you've been in a place with lots of death and mayhem. The hubby's actually seen these things.

He and a few friends went to a place in Hays, KS called "Blue Light Lady", a locale by the hospital where a nurse would purportedly take her breaks to escape the despair and death that was her job. However, when she died, they found a will requesting that she be buried on the hill where she would take her break. The city, and church, complied. On a winter night, they all decided to go check out her tombstone, and my husband brought his new Maglite flashlight. They get out to the tombstone, after synching their watches, as my husband and his buddies were going to play Cat and Mouse that evening and they needed to be sure that everyone was set up.

A friend of theirs decided to get a closer look, and placed her hand on the tombstone to view the inscription. All the flashlights, even my husband's Maglite, went dark. He had new batteries, as well. He tried shifting the batteries around as his friends did the same to the two other flashlights they have. And then they heard the sound of a radio playing as though it were traveling closer and closer, but they were out in an isolated area by themselves, away from the highway and traffic. They told their friend to take her hand off the headstone, which she did, and, with the flashlights surging back on, they hightailed it back to the car. When they reached the vehicle, there was a dreamcatcher, hanging from the rearview mirror, suspended as though it were being buffetted by the wind, but both windows were up and the sound of a radio playing. Their watches were all off, as well, when they went to play Cat and Mouse, some by only a minute, others by as much as t ...


That's what terror feels like to me at least, this visceral, gut-wrenching, starts off as a worming sensation of "holy-fark-if-I-don't-get-the-fark-outta-here-Imma-puke" sense. Sorry if I projected.
 
2012-10-31 3:49:13 AM  

blueviking: fugeeface: blueviking: Another one, from my husband yet again. I've had a few experiences like fugeeface, where I've experienced that slithering, burrowing feeling in your gut where you know something is just indescribably wrong, only to find out that you've narrowly escaped something or you've been in a place with lots of death and mayhem. The hubby's actually seen these things.

He and a few friends went to a place in Hays, KS called "Blue Light Lady", a locale by the hospital where a nurse would purportedly take her breaks to escape the despair and death that was her job. However, when she died, they found a will requesting that she be buried on the hill where she would take her break. The city, and church, complied. On a winter night, they all decided to go check out her tombstone, and my husband brought his new Maglite flashlight. They get out to the tombstone, after synching their watches, as my husband and his buddies were going to play Cat and Mouse that evening and they needed to be sure that everyone was set up.

A friend of theirs decided to get a closer look, and placed her hand on the tombstone to view the inscription. All the flashlights, even my husband's Maglite, went dark. He had new batteries, as well. He tried shifting the batteries around as his friends did the same to the two other flashlights they have. And then they heard the sound of a radio playing as though it were traveling closer and closer, but they were out in an isolated area by themselves, away from the highway and traffic. They told their friend to take her hand off the headstone, which she did, and, with the flashlights surging back on, they hightailed it back to the car. When they reached the vehicle, there was a dreamcatcher, hanging from the rearview mirror, suspended as though it were being buffetted by the wind, but both windows were up and the sound of a radio playing. Their watches were all off, as well, when they went to play Cat and Mouse, some by only a minute, others by a ...


Nothing to be sorry for...now I understand what you meant.
/Shudder
 
2012-10-31 3:49:27 AM  
Not a ghost story, but scary and supposedly true:

In Indiana where I was born my Grandma told of an incident that took place out in the country near a small community, when she was a child. They had a country store that was also the local Post Office and social hub. On one side of the river ran the railroad tracks near one edge of town. Somewhere near town a cougar had taken up residence in a cave on the river bluff, below the tracks. There were random animals being killed when the train would pass and they knew the cougar was doing the killing because of the bodies being shredded, paw prints around and the cougars screams.

They believed that the cougar was a female with cubs so she was staying in one location rather than roaming widely. They also believed that the sound of the train whistle was causing the cougar to go mad due to the sound, because the train whistle was always followed by the cougars baleful scream. They began staying/running indoors whenever they heard the train whistles, didn't matter where you were, you heard the first distant train whistle and you ran to the nearest house, barn or outbuilding and shut yourself in until well after the train was past. Didn't matter whose house either or whether anyone was home or not. Men in town were trying to find the cougars lair but had not had any luck yet.

One late afternoon a woman was outside with her young daughters when she heard the train whistle, they also heard the cougar scream from very near and they began running for the nearest house, where several adults and numerous children were also running. They heard the whistle and then the cougars scream close and everyone was grabbing children and trying to get into the house.

The woman was carrying her youngest child in one arm and lifting her skirts with the other making a mad dash to the house. Unbeknownst to her her older daughter had fallen when she bumped into someone, the child jumped up and ran the rest of the way to the porch steps as the door was slammed shut. Her mother didn't know that she had not made it into the house as all the children were screaming, crying and it was general chaos inside. As the girl scrambled up the steps the whistle sounded again and from directly behind her the cougar screamed...and so did she.

They realized everyone was not inside when out on the porch the blended screams were followed by blood running beneath the door.
 
2012-10-31 3:56:58 AM  

Asplenium: echo5juliet: 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.

I'm sure many people have tried to do this sort of thing, sort of a modern highwayman. Although I'm not sure if it's more effective than an attractive woman having car trouble, I can imagine a lot of people would get out of their cars to investigate.


For Halloween one year a mixed group of friends and I decided to "fake a dead body on the side of the road." Yeah.

Anyway, we get an old pair of jeans and stuff it with newspaper and then get lazy, not wanting to stuff a shirt and so on, so we just staple an old pair of sneakers onto the jeans and stuff the waist into a garbage bag filled with paper and leaves.

So we take the 'corpse' out to Sweet Hollow Road near Huntington (Long Island, for those keeping track). The road starts out normal enough, then winds through some park land or other and gets thoroughly overgrown on both sides (http://goo.gl/maps/wHGGv) and eventually loses its striping, although still being two-way. On darker nights, you can't see a damned thing unless it's in your headlights.

So we put the 'body' down and drive off, only to turn back to see our handiwork; it's too far into the thick, so I get out of the car and pull it further into the road. We drive off and repeat; still not very visible. This time while pulling the 'body' into the road another car comes up from behind us and edges past slowly. Both driver (guy) and passenger (gal) look out the passenger window to see what the hell I'm doing, see the 'body', and their eyes go wider than saucers, mouths falling open.

I decided to be nice and folded a leg impossibly. "It's fake." While the girl put her hands over in her face, the guy was all, "farking cool, man!"

We went back maybe an hour later and the body was gone, so I'm guessing someone didn't care for the joke.
 
2012-10-31 3:59:12 AM  
 
2012-10-31 3:59:52 AM  
Not mine, an old Creepypasta called "Candle Cove":

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Skyshale033
Subject: Candle Cove local kid's show?
Does anyone remember this kid's show? It was called Candle Cove and I must have been 6 or 7. I never found reference to it anywhere so I think it was on a local station around 1971 or 1972. I lived in Ironton at the time. I don't remember which station, but I do remember it was on at a weird time, like 4:00 PM.

mike_painter65
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
it seems really familiar to me.....i grew up outside of ashland and was 9 yrs old in 72. candle cove...was it about pirates? i remember a pirate marionete at the mouth of a cave talking to a little girl


Skyshale033 Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
YES! Okay I'm not crazy! I remember Pirate Percy. I was always kind of scared of him. He looked like he was built from parts of other dolls, real low-budget. His head was an old porcelain baby doll, looked like an antique that didn't belong on the body. I don't remember what station this was! I don't think it was WTSF though.

Jaren_2005
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
Sorry to ressurect this old thread but I know exactly what show you mean, Skyshale. I think Candle Cove ran for only a couple months in '71, not '72. I was 12 and I watched it a few times with my brother. It was channel 58, whatever station that was. My mom would let me switch to it after the news. Let me see what I remember.

It took place in Candle cove, and it was about a little girl who imagined herself to be friends with pirates. The pirate ship was called the Laughingstock, and Pirate Percy wasn't a very good pirate because he got scared too easily. And there was calliope music constantly playing. Don't remember the girl's name. Janice or Jade or something. Think it was Janice.


Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
Thank you Jaren!!! Memories flooded back when you mentioned the Laughingstock and channel 58. I remember the bow of the ship was a wooden smiling face, with the lower jaw submerged. It looked like it was swallowing the sea and it had that awful Ed Wynn voice and laugh. I especially remember how jarring it was when they switched from the wooden/plastic model, to the foam puppet version of the head that talked.


mike_painter65
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
ha ha i remember now too. ;) do you remember this part skyshale: "you have...to go...INSIDE."


Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
Ugh mike, I got a chill reading that. Yes I remember. That's what the ship always told Percy when there was a spooky place he had to go in, like a cave or a dark room where the treasure was. And the camera would push in on Laughingstock's face with each pause. YOU HAVE... TO GO... INSIDE. With his two eyes askew and that flopping foam jaw and the fishing line that opened and closed it. Ugh. It just looked so cheap and awful.

You guys remember the villain? He had a face that was just a handlebar mustache above really tall, narrow teeth.


kevin_hart
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
i honestly, honestly thought the villain was pirate percy. i was about 5 when this show was on. nightmare fuel.


Jaren_2005
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
That wasn't the villain, the puppet with the mustache. That was the villain's sidekick, Horace Horrible. He had a monocle too, but it was on top of the mustache. I used to think that meant he had only one eye.

But yeah, the villain was another marionette. The Skin-Taker. I can't believe what they let us watch back then.


kevin_hart
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
jesus h. christ, the skin taker. what kind of a kids show were we watching? i seriously could not look at the screen when the skin taker showed up. he just descended out of nowhere on his strings, just a dirty skeleton wearing that brown top hat and cape. and his glass eyes that were too big for his skull. christ almighty.


Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
Wasn't his top hat and cloak all sewn up crazily? Was that supposed to be children's skin??


mike_painter65
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
yeah i think so. rememer his mouth didn't open and close, his jaw just slid back and foth. i remember the little girl said "why does your mouth move like that" and the skin-taker didn't look at the girl but at the camera and said "TO GRIND YOUR SKIN"


Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
I'm so relieved that other people remember this terrible show!

I used to have this awful memory, a bad dream I had where the opening jingle ended, the show faded in from black, and all the characters were there, but the camera was just cutting to each of their faces, and they were just screaming, and the puppets and marionettes were flailing spastically, and just all screaming, screaming. The girl was just moaning and crying like she had been through hours of this. I woke up many times from that nightmare. I used to wet the bed when I had it.


kevin_hart
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
i don't think that was a dream. i remember that. i remember that was an episode.


Skyshale033
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
No no no, not possible. There was no plot or anything, I mean literally just standing in place crying and screaming for the whole show.


kevin_hart
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
maybe i'm manufacturing the memory because you said that, but i swear to god i remember seeing what you described. they just screamed.


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Jaren_2005
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
Oh God. Yes. The little girl, Janice, I remember seeing her shake. And the Skin-Taker screaming through his gnashing teeth, his jaw careening so wildly I thought it would come off its wire hinges. I turned it off and it was the last time I watched. I ran to tell my brother and we didn't have the courage to turn it back on.

mike_painter65
Subject: Re: Candle Cove local kid's show?
i visited my mom today at the nursing home. i asked her about when i was littel in the early 70s, when i was 8 or 9 and if she remebered a kid's show, candle cove. she said she was suprised i could remember that and i asked why, and she said "because i used to think it was so strange that you said 'i'm gona go watch candle cove now mom' and then you would tune the tv to static and juts watch dead air for 30 minutes. you had a big imagination with your little pirate show."
 
2012-10-31 4:10:15 AM  

OK So Amuse Me: Not a ghost story, but scary and supposedly true:

In Indiana where I was born my Grandma told of an incident that took place out in the country near a small community, when she was a child. They had a country store that was also the local Post Office and social hub. On one side of the river ran the railroad tracks near one edge of town. Somewhere near town a cougar had taken up residence in a cave on the river bluff, below the tracks. There were random animals being killed when the train would pass and they knew the cougar was doing the killing because of the bodies being shredded, paw prints around and the cougars screams.

They believed that the cougar was a female with cubs so she was staying in one location rather than roaming widely. They also believed that the sound of the train whistle was causing the cougar to go mad due to the sound, because the train whistle was always followed by the cougars baleful scream. They began staying/running indoors whenever they heard the train whistles, didn't matter where you were, you heard the first distant train whistle and you ran to the nearest house, barn or outbuilding and shut yourself in until well after the train was past. Didn't matter whose house either or whether anyone was home or not. Men in town were trying to find the cougars lair but had not had any luck yet.

One late afternoon a woman was outside with her young daughters when she heard the train whistle, they also heard the cougar scream from very near and they began running for the nearest house, where several adults and numerous children were also running. They heard the whistle and then the cougars scream close and everyone was grabbing children and trying to get into the house.

The woman was carrying her youngest child in one arm and lifting her skirts with the other making a mad dash to the house. Unbeknownst to her her older daughter had fallen when she bumped into someone, the child jumped up and ran the rest of the way to the porch steps as the d ...


The unpredictability of nature can always be terrifying...poor thing.

My Granpa always used to tell me and my brother to be careful, or the Wendigo would get us if we strayed off of the path of being righteous people, loved to tell us about it around Halloween, especially. He told us of Old Sam, a known panhandler and drunk around the town he grew up in when he was a boy. Sam would occasionally get into trouble with the local law, getting drunk in the bars and starting fights with the more respectable people. Finally, Sam left town to go off to see if he could bank on the Porcupine Gold Rush in Ontario, which everyone knew was a failed prospect, of course. He was traveled with another panhandler, another man, whose name Granpa never mentioned, known to be violent and dangerous. The word was amongst the townspeople that he was from the States and had left because he was fleeing a murder charge. They were just glad to see him and Sam go.

Well, about two months later, someone comes upon a campsite that looks like it's been ransacked, maybe a hundred miles outside of town and well into the wilderness. They believed that this was the man that Sam was traveling with...but it appeared as though he had been partially eaten. They thought it was wolves, since they had been a problem for a few years, but, then they came upon Sam's frozen corpse a few miles later, his mouth crusted with blood, and, they could not see any injuries on him, apart from severe burns and disfigurement in his feet, as though he had been dragged so fast that they had begun to peel away and burn off. There were only a few tracks, but they were not of any predator known, and the drag marks ended long after the huge paw prints, three times bigger than any bear, had faded.

Used to scare the ever-lubbin' bejeebus out of us kids....
 
2012-10-31 4:13:07 AM  
Tweakers can be scary things.

So it's back in 2006, and I'm visiting my Uncle up around Stanislaus national forest. I'm not on 49, taking a side road. It's early evening. Anyways, I'd been driving a long long way (from the Bay Area), and I stopped for a pee break near a convenient grove.

I'm zipping up, and on a nearby hill I can make out a figure. Looks like a guy in light clothing, tshirt, jeans. He wasn't walking towards me. He was walking backwards. As in facing me, but moving in the other direction. Pretty fast and in a real jerky fashion. The speed of his movement was the weirdest thing- out on a hill, but moving like he had no fear of tripping even though he wasn't looking where he was going

I bolted back to the car and took off. I don't know what that man was on to make him move and act the way he was acting, and I don't have a lot of experience with high people, but he wasn't moving like people do.

People who are not in their right state of minds can be pretty scary. I stick to taking Hwy 120 when i go to see relatives now.
 
2012-10-31 4:14:40 AM  
This is actually a true story (it's also not mine):
It's 1966, Jorge da Costa Alves finds himself flying a kite one afternoon in the nearby Vintém Hill, in Niterói, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. As the 18 year old Jorge walks around Vintém Hill, he makes the macabre discovery of two bodies laying side by side in the tall weeds. The bodies were of two men, who appeared to be dressed identically. Both men were dressed in matching suits and wore impermeable coats. Which wasn't out of the ordinary since the area had been drenched by recent showers. What was out of the ordinary were the protective lead masks over their faces. The type of masks used to protect against radiation poisoning. Here, laying dead in the rain-soaked vegetation of Vintém Hill are two mean in suits, a rain coat and lead masks over their faces.
Photo from the scene (warning: corpse; not graphic, but calling it NSFW just in case)
As young Jorge realizes that he just stumbled onto two dead bodies, he makes his way to the nearest phone to call in the find. The local police and journalists tried to put the puzzle pieces together from what little evidence they had, only to come out scratching their heads. 45 years later the mystery known as the "lead masks case" is still riddled with theories such as suicide, murder and alien abduction.

Manoel Pereira da Cruz and Miguel José Viana were electrical engineers who made a living repairing televisions. As the story goes, the men lived in Campos dos Goytacazes. An area north of Rio de Janeiro. The two were good friends and were often seen working together. On August 17th, 1966, the men had mentioned to their relatives that they needed to buy some supplies for work and would be gone for the afternoon. The men then hopped on a bus heading to Niterói. Three hours and one hundred and sixty miles away. Three days later, on August 20th, Jorge stumbles onto the bodies of the two television repairmen.

Police and journalists make their way to the bodies only to find them in a severe state of decomposition. Immediately the investigators make note of what was found near the bodies. An empty bottle of water, a package containing two towels and a notebook with what is described as a cryptic note.

"16:30Hs be at the determined place. 18:30 swallow capsule after effect protect metals wait for mask signal."

I wonder what the detectives thought of when they read the cryptic note. Suicide? Maybe. But what about the lead masks? Murder then?

If Manoel Pereira and Miguel José were murdered, what was the purpose? Obviously money would be an objective, but I doubt both men had a lot of it. Could it be some form of cult-like suicide? No mention of any cult or religious activity has been pinned to the dead men by friends and relatives.

Who were they meeting at the arranged place? Were they meeting a person or hoping for an event? Was Vintem Hill the arranged place? We have no way of knowing. Then, there are the capsules. Most sources say toxicology turned up nothing because the organs were not preserved. Therefore, we do not know if the men took the capsules or what they contained. To be literal, we are not even sure if the notes refer to that day, though at least that seems likely. "Protect the metals" may refer to some metals they were meeting to get rid of. "Wait for mask signal" obviously means they were waiting for someone to tell them to put on their masks.

One explanation is that the men were meeting someone for a clandestine deal involving radioactive material. However, that would not explain the capsule mention, the towels or the jackets. Another explanation is that they were conducting an experiment, but there is no evidence of an experiment leading to their death, such as materials for said experiment. They may have been duped, murdered and dumped on the hill, though there was no evidence of violence or violent injuries. They also may have been waiting for an intergalactic ride.
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2012-10-31 4:21:01 AM  

ArcadianRefugee: Oh, and this is why we chose Sweet Hollow.


i grew up in huntington. north side off west neck rd.

my creepy suggestion is a drive into lloyd harbor and beyond the causeway into lloyd neck. even during the day.
 
2012-10-31 4:28:10 AM  

Le Roi en Jaune: Tweakers can be scary things.

So it's back in 2006, and I'm visiting my Uncle up around Stanislaus national forest. I'm not on 49, taking a side road. It's early evening. Anyways, I'd been driving a long long way (from the Bay Area), and I stopped for a pee break near a convenient grove.

I'm zipping up, and on a nearby hill I can make out a figure. Looks like a guy in light clothing, tshirt, jeans. He wasn't walking towards me. He was walking backwards. As in facing me, but moving in the other direction. Pretty fast and in a real jerky fashion. The speed of his movement was the weirdest thing- out on a hill, but moving like he had no fear of tripping even though he wasn't looking where he was going

I bolted back to the car and took off. I don't know what that man was on to make him move and act the way he was acting, and I don't have a lot of experience with high people, but he wasn't moving like people do.

People who are not in their right state of minds can be pretty scary. I stick to taking Hwy 120 when i go to see relatives now.


reminds me of that freaky scene of the ladykiller running away backwards in shogun assassin. great movie
 
2012-10-31 4:36:35 AM  
 
2012-10-31 4:45:08 AM  

wookiee cookie: ArcadianRefugee: Oh, and this is why we chose Sweet Hollow.

i grew up in huntington. north side off west neck rd.

my creepy suggestion is a drive into lloyd harbor and beyond the causeway into lloyd neck. even during the day.


Ever seen the "devil house" in Massapequa? My favorite thing about it was that it was so very, very "1313 Mockingbird Lane".

If you've never seen it, check out this Google Maps link of a typical, quiet suburban Long Island neighborhood. Then rotate the image so you can see the house "behind you" from your initial vantage.
 
2012-10-31 4:46:38 AM  
I've had plenty of experiences where I hear or feel things, but I have several weird things that I simply can't explain. All of these are true, some are not really that scary, but weird.

First, when I was a kid at my first year of summer camp, we slept in tents on platforms (kind of half cabin half tent). Anyway, one night I woke up in the middle of the night in pitch black darkness in the middle of the woods. I panicked and started crying and screaming as I fumbled my way back to my tent. I don't know how I got out there, it's a pretty steep drop from the platform and I have never sleepwalked in my life, but perhaps that's all it was. It was still one of the most terrifying moments of my life.

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I've always been a light sleeper, but one night when I was a kid I got into a horrendous fight with my parents. I don't even remember what it was about, but after our fight they went out for the night and I went to bed early. The next morning I went to open my bedroom door (which I locked), but I couldn't open it. I started to panic and banged on the door repeatedly. My dad ended up having to break open the door. Apparently they went to check on me when they got home the night before and I didn't respond. They had banged for hours and even tried to take the door off the hinges (which is why it wouldn't open). They went outside and looked through the blinds to see I was in there at least, but couldn't tell if I was moving. They didn't call the police only because they called the house and I answered the phone in my sleep I guess so they knew I was alive at least. I've always been a really light sleeper and have no recollection of any of this other than going to bed angry that night. Not exactly too weird for a heavy sleeper maybe but weird for me I guess.

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After my sister and I were both in college one weekend we stayed at my parents' apartment while they were out of town for the night. We both slept in separate bedrooms with the doors closed. Around 3am I started to hear banging in the kitchen. It was super loud. It sounded like someone was making a full on meal. It went on for what felt like forever until I finally opened the door to find out why my sister was cooking food in the middle of the night. There was no one out there. The kitchen was clean, no pots and pans were out, and my sister's door was closed. The next day she asks me "Why were you cooking in the middle of the night?"

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I went to see 1408 in the theater. If you haven't seen it, essentially once the room closes behind you, this Carpenters song plays on the radio during the hour of horror. It's a really creepy movie if you haven't seen it. Anyway, I saw it in the theater and when we got home that night we heard music coming from upstairs. We go upstairs and the farking Carpenters are playing on the clock radio in our spare bedroom. We never used that clock radio. In all fairness it was a different song than the one in the movie, but still, it was creepy. I swear that this is 100% true.

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In that same house for about a year or so I used to get woken up constantly. It was like as soon as I'd fall asleep something would shake me awake. One night my husband and I got into a really big fight and he went to sleep in the spare bedroom. I ended up going into the room to apologize/talk, but I couldn't tell if he was awake. I stood in the doorway quietly saying his name. All of a sudden he jumps up screaming. I turned on the light and he was really scared in a way I've never seen before or since. He said he saw some weird wavy feathered floating thing above him. He saw me in the doorway, but there was this thing there between us that poofed when I turned on the lights. Anyway, a couple years later I started to hear a woman crying from time to time. I would also get the sensation that there was an earthquake happening quite often. And then I started to hear voices as soon as I'd start to fall asleep at night even though I wore earplugs to sleep. They would stop as soon as I sat up and then continue once I laid back down. We had a friend move in with us at some point and then he started to tell us that he was hearing a woman crying at night in his room. He was really freaked out by it. We never had these experiences after we moved.
 
2012-10-31 5:01:27 AM  
I saw Mitt Romney
 
2012-10-31 5:09:06 AM  
i saw your mommy and your mommy's dead
 
2012-10-31 5:12:36 AM  
True story. Excuse my English. My in-laws live in a huge house that used to be some sort of a fraternity. When I first met my wife she told me that she felt the place was haunted. Her best friend had house sat a couple of times and experienced some really creepy stuff. I really didn't believe any of it until I had two of the scariest experiences that I still can't explain.
Around 1999, my wife (girlfriend at the time), and her parents went to Italy for a month. I agreed to take care of the house and their dogs. I had my cousin come out and spend the weekend with me at the house. One night, my cousin and I decided to go bar hopping. Before heading out, I told my cousin I wanted to leave some of the lights on in the theater, which was on the second floor. At the same time, I left the kitchen light on, which was on the first floor, and all the other lights (Basement, 3rd floor) were turned off. As we were pulling out of the drive way, for some odd reason I stopped and pointed to my cousin that we had left some of the lights on along with the alarm system.
My cousin and I returned sometime after 2:00 A.M., and noticed as we were pulling into the driveway, that the lights in the theater were turned off, but the light in the basement was on. My cousin freaked out and refused to go inside. Knowing that I had turned on the alarm system, I wasn't afraid of any intruders, but just confused as to what might have happened. I went inside, the dogs were fine, and as I went into the basement to turn off the lights, I realized they were all in off position, and one of the lights was the kind where you pull the string. Can't explain it to this day.
Now the really scary experience. Again my in-laws were out of the country, but this time my wife and I decided to take care of the place as a favor to them. The house as mentioned above is huge, and almost has a museum like feel to it. Wooden floors, Paintings and antiques all over etc. So my wife and I are in bed reading when we hear this really loud laughter outside the house. We figure that it is college kids walking back from some party since the place is pretty much 5 minutes from the University of Michigan. But I realize that for us to hear any sound, the kids would have to be on the premises, and if that is the case the perimeter lights should have turned on. I look out the window nothing. I get back in bed and start reading when we hear some footsteps coming up the stairs. My wife starts freaking out and I tell her that the alarm is on and not to worry. The sound of the steps starts moving towards the room where we were and by this time I am freaking out. Our dog (Lab and Shepherd mix) was sleeping on his bed by the foot of the bed. He wakes up and starts growling. My wife actually starts crying, and I am screaming "who's there?" The dog jumps on our bed (was never allowed on the bed) and starts showing his teeth. Our bedroom door opens up slowly, and that's where I was like WTF. The door shuts back up and nothing. The dog literally has cowered down. No explanation. Never took care of that house again. In-laws laugh it off when we bring it up. They have never experienced anything.
 
2012-10-31 5:15:14 AM  
About 10 years ago, my boyfriend bought a house and we moved in with our four children (one was mine and three was his). It was a very nice house and it I was so happy that it was ours and I worked hard to make it nice for everyone. After a little while, the kids started telling me of strange noises and stuff but I would just tell them it was their imagination. I started hearing things like footsteps running in the house and down the stairs when I would be on the lower level - I would go upstairs to fuss at them for running through the house and I would still be alone. I also heard steps coming down the hallway several times and everyone was still in bed when I went to fuss at them. The kids were always talking about stuff being moved around and hearing footsteps, too when no one else was in the house. Sometimes, I would see, out of the corner of my eye, a dark shadow going down a separate hall and into the stairwell leading down to the lower level. It would disappear when I would turn my head.

I was really happy when we moved in but within about 6 months, I became so overwhelmingly depressed that I had to start taking antidepressants. I basically cut myself off from my friends for quite awhile and was just morose. I just felt so sad and I really could not explain why. It was really strange...

My daughter was about 15 when we moved in - she was always complaining about hearing a music box playing although I never heard it. I looked at our neighbor's houses for a wind chime but neither house had one out that I could see.

The kids and I always joked about our "ghost" but really just assumed there was an explanation for it all that I had not figured out yet. One night, my neighbor (who had lived there for 20 years and knew the family that moved out well) told me that the former owner's 16 year old son had gotten upset when his girlfriend had broken up with him and went out on the lower level patio and shot himself in the head. She also remarked that my daughter looked alot like the girlfriend - so much so that she thought it might be her younger sister when she first met us. The son's bedroom was in the lower level and he always spent alot of time down there in the den.

I don't know what was going on but the noises and stuff died down quite a bit after she left for college. The people who built the house we bought moved down the street and we became friends but I never told them about what happened since it was so tragic what happened to the son. My boyfriend and I broke up about a year after I found out what had happened so I don't know if anything has happened to the new owners.
 
2012-10-31 5:16:10 AM  
Growing up in my parent's house, they left me alone for two weeks while they went on vacation in Florida. Everything is normal the first week. Had a little party, had fun. No worries. Just me and my beagle. At the beginning of the second week my dog and I are in my room in the basement. The hallway to my room has these long decorative beads covering it. You can hear anyone coming in, even if they are being sneaky. The beads will rattle. So the mutt and I are watching TV and all of a sudden his hair stands up and he starts flipping out at something at the open doorway. I've never seen him this upset. He dives under the bed and I hear the beads going crazy like someone has wrapped themselves up in them and is thrashing back and forth. I grab one of my dad's guns out of the closet and get to the hallway to see the beads still moving with some strong momentum. Then I hear a giant thud from further in the basement. I go out through the beads and see that the pool table has just been moved completely sideways, cue ball still rolling. This is a pretty big marble table that I would guestimate weighs around 500 lbs. Then I hear someone scream "NOOOOOOO" in a very deep voice from upstairs and the loud thudding of footsteps back and forth. I start to go upstairs, gun in hand and halfway up the stairs a voice in my head said "do NOT go upstairs". I went back to my room, dog still hiding under the bed, locked the door and sat there all night gun in hand until the sun came up.

When I got up the next morning, all the doors upstairs were still locked from the inside and nothing upstairs had fallen or been disturbed. Unless my parents came home 5 days early, decided to fark with me, lock the doors behind them and drive back to Florida in 5 hours (from IL), I can't explain what happened that night. I even thought earthquake for a bit until I talked to all my neighbors/friends who felt nothing. Especially nothing that could toss around a 500lb pool table without me feeling anything in the other room.

Nothing has happened since. I bought the house from my folks and it's been quiet, although I still occasionally suffer from a night terror/sleep paralysis bout.
 
2012-10-31 5:38:17 AM  
He walked into the bathroom and gagged. The room was spotless yet the odor nearly took him to his knees. He tried to breathe through his mouth and became more dizzy than nauseous, as if he were being deprived of oxygen. Trying to catch a breath 10 steps ahead of him. And he pulled back the shower curtain and it was KELLY CLARKSON!!!!! The smell of feces still stung his nostrils. So acrid that he thought "no human being could have done this! 5 humans couldn't have done this!" but then, where was the evidence of her inhuman activity.......? His eyes rolled downward to the shower drain with a feeling of soul crushing dread...........BEEF!!!
 
2012-10-31 5:47:26 AM  

baka-san: On March 31st of this year I was in San Angelo TX

GETTING MARRIED!!!!!

DUN
DUN
DUUUUUUNNNN!!!!


Oh, my God, that poor woman!
 
2012-10-31 5:48:52 AM  

MagSeven: He walked into the bathroom and gagged. The room was spotless yet the odor nearly took him to his knees. He tried to breathe through his mouth and became more dizzy than nauseous, as if he were being deprived of oxygen. Trying to catch a breath 10 steps ahead of him. And he pulled back the shower curtain and it was KELLY CLARKSON!!!!! The smell of feces still stung his nostrils. So acrid that he thought "no human being could have done this! 5 humans couldn't have done this!" but then, where was the evidence of her inhuman activity.......? His eyes rolled downward to the shower drain with a feeling of soul crushing dread...........BEEF!!!


I was about to say, its not even 6am ET, and the thread is already much better than last year's. Then I saw your post.

Why can't we have nice things.
 
2012-10-31 5:51:26 AM  
Not scary for me, but it certainly was for my traveling companions:

A group of four of us girls made a trip to Eureka Springs, Arkansas. We decided to stay at a "haunted" hotel there, that was quite old. Very Victorian era with antique furniture and the lot. We get a large room with french doors onto a balcony. Later in the evening we hear a group of people outside our door. Looking through the peephole we discover a tour group being informed that this is one of the haunted rooms. I couldn't resist and sort of through my weight against the door, and it causes muffled screams and laughter from the tour group. We all kind of heard what the tour guide was saying, about some awful death scene in the room or something.

At any rate, after an uneventful night, I wake early and slip out of bed to go onto the balcony to have a smoke. It is foggy and chilly out, so I grab a blanket off the end of the bed and wrap myself in it. As I reenter from the balcony, I hear the most blood curdling scream coming from the other side of the room. I freeze dead in my tracks and try to make out just what is going on, but it is dark. Everyone is jumping out of bed from a dead sleep and I am standing like a statue trying to figure out what is going on. More screams. But they are looking at ME and screaming. I finally yell "What's wrong, what is it?"

The screaming stops immediately and laughter starts. I guess, in the half light of the morning, with the fog whisping behind me, and wrapped in the blanket ... well, you guessed it: I had become the ghost of the haunted room.

I really need to give up smoking. It scares the shiat out my friends.
 
2012-10-31 5:52:02 AM  

atomsmoosher: MagSeven: He walked into the bathroom and gagged. The room was spotless yet the odor nearly took him to his knees. He tried to breathe through his mouth and became more dizzy than nauseous, as if he were being deprived of oxygen. Trying to catch a breath 10 steps ahead of him. And he pulled back the shower curtain and it was KELLY CLARKSON!!!!! The smell of feces still stung his nostrils. So acrid that he thought "no human being could have done this! 5 humans couldn't have done this!" but then, where was the evidence of her inhuman activity.......? His eyes rolled downward to the shower drain with a feeling of soul crushing dread...........BEEF!!!

I was about to say, its not even 6am ET, and the thread is already much better than last year's. Then I saw your post.

Why can't we have nice things.


Sorry. I hate that inexplicable meme too, but I'm drunk and have that "drunken creativity" that never seems all that creative the morning after. All apologies! At least I'm not drunk texting exes!
 
2012-10-31 6:01:13 AM  
Here's my contribution from a close friend, who says it's true. Apologies in advance if I use the wrong terminology, since I was never in the military.

Anyway, my friend works at the Naval Shipyards in Bremerton, WA. They happened to have a ship in port that they were in the process of dismantling and were taking everything off of the ship that could be recycled. My friend was part of a three man crew working the graveyard shift and were supposed to be the only people on the ship at that time. After boarding the ship and working their way down below deck, my friend and one of the other guys realized that they had left some needed equipment back in their vehicle. Leaving the third guy behind, they went back to get what they needed and returned to where they had left the other worker, who was sitting motionless, staring hard at a hatchway about 30 feet away from them. When he realized that my friend and the other worker were back, he jumped up and raced towards the hatch and began searching for somebody. When my friend asked him what was up, the guy told my friend that he had seen somebody dressed in early 90's naval shipwear walk right in front of the hatch and stop, turn to look at him for a few seconds, then move out of sight.

My friend and the other guy thought the third guy was trying to play a joke on them and started to rib him a little, but the guy kept insisting on what he had seen to the point that my friend and his co-worker started to think that maybe it wasn't a joke. After a few hours, they wrapped up their work and left the ship. After putting away their equipment, the guy that had seen the figure went up to the watchman who was guarding the boarding ramp to the ship and asked who else was on board at the time. The watchman replied that my friend's group were the only ones that had come aboard the ship since the last group had left a few hours before. My friend's co-worker objected, saying that somebody else was on the ship and told the watchman what had happened. The watchman repeated that he had been there since early in the evening and that nobody but my friends group and the previous group had been aboard. As my friends co-worker walked away, the guard called out to him, "You know, you're not the first person to see somebody on that ship that wasn't supposed to be there".
 
2012-10-31 6:01:31 AM  
When I was 8 years old, my family moved into a house that had been previously owned (and abandoned) by a funeral director. It is an amazing house - very old with all the features an upper middle class family of the late 1800's could afford to make it a "jewel" in that small community. Over the years, previous occupants made changes to both the exterior and interior of the home; a staircase which lead from the second floor to the servant's quarters on the third floor was boarded up and a closet built over it; an area in the basement was enclosed with a lock on the door.

There's no One Story to tell about the house, nor did things happen to just one or two people. It was a continuous series of events that stretched over a 20 year period - and may still occur - until my father died and my sister and I sold the home.

It began with little things; hearing one's name being called when there was no one in the house, water turning on and off, the sound of footsteps on the third floor. Then there were "white mists" that seemed to float up the stairs that had enough bulk that you couldn't see the wall behind it. Once, when my mother and I were sitting watching TV, my glass flew off the table and across the room - about 15 feet. Lights would turn on and off, things would just fall from the air ( usually - of all things - hair pins). Toys and books, which had been on shelves or in baskets, would be on the floor arranged in patterns. A few notes would be played on the piano (and later, when my great niece was staying over, her the sound of flute music could be heard playing upstairs one night - the flute was found on the staircase going to the old servant's quarters on the third floor).

When my father died, my sister and I would check on the house several times a week. One night, my daughter, her boyfriend and I were passing by and I noticed lights were on in the basement. We stopped, all three of us went to the basement to turn the lights off,, When we went outside, the lights were on - again. The outside lights over the porches also came on - although they were not motion sensitive and could only be turned on/off from the inside.

Lots of weird stuff, but you get the picture.
 
2012-10-31 6:03:40 AM  

Fifi Le Pew: Not scary for me, but it certainly was for my traveling companions:

A group of four of us girls made a trip to Eureka Springs, Arkansas. We decided to stay at a "haunted" hotel there, that was quite old. Very Victorian era with antique furniture and the lot. We get a large room with french doors onto a balcony. Later in the evening we hear a group of people outside our door. Looking through the peephole we discover a tour group being informed that this is one of the haunted rooms. I couldn't resist and sort of through my weight against the door, and it causes muffled screams and laughter from the tour group. We all kind of heard what the tour guide was saying, about some awful death scene in the room or something.

At any rate, after an uneventful night, I wake early and slip out of bed to go onto the balcony to have a smoke. It is foggy and chilly out, so I grab a blanket off the end of the bed and wrap myself in it. As I reenter from the balcony, I hear the most blood curdling scream coming from the other side of the room. I freeze dead in my tracks and try to make out just what is going on, but it is dark. Everyone is jumping out of bed from a dead sleep and I am standing like a statue trying to figure out what is going on. More screams. But they are looking at ME and screaming. I finally yell "What's wrong, what is it?"

The screaming stops immediately and laughter starts. I guess, in the half light of the morning, with the fog whisping behind me, and wrapped in the blanket ... well, you guessed it: I had become the ghost of the haunted room.

I really need to give up smoking. It scares the shiat out my friends.


lulz
 
2012-10-31 6:30:42 AM  

Bathia_Mapes: Fifi Le Pew: Not scary for me, but it certainly was for my traveling companions

lulz


If anyone is interested, this was at the Crescent Hotel in Eureka Springs. They pride themselves on being "America's Most Haunted Hotel". I'd say my roommates got their money's worth.
 
2012-10-31 6:31:39 AM  
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2012-10-31 6:58:03 AM  
The Ma That Ate Newborns
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Don't squirm so much my wee one. Don't struggle. Let me hold you close while I work up my nerve. Only a day old and you're fighting to live, well so am I. Isn't that what we all want in the end? Life, a warm place to sleep and a full belly. Well, that's what you've got and what do I have? Nothing I'm just a middle aged man, used up and waiting to die.

Just like you, not that you realize what's coming next of course.
Then again maybe you do understand, you may be blind and confused but maybe you do know somehow. Is that why you keep trying to get free?

This is all because of Eve. We had known each other since college. She was already halfway towards becoming a lawyer and I was a well respected graduate student. You should have seen her. She was so damn beautiful with creamy skin- just like yours. I first saw her in the college library, I was so smitten that I followed her home. Just to see if she was married or living with a boyfriend or something like that. I spent the next few days tracking her, learning whatever I could and once I was sure I knew enough to pass for her soulmate I made my move.
I played my cards just right and won her heart. It was a whirlwind romance, the kind of thing you'll never know my wee one. Maybe that's just as well, maybe if you could you'd thank me for sparing you the heartbreak.

Even now I don't know what went wrong. Was I too agreeable? Too clingy? It doesn't matter. She found someone else. The breakup was an ugly thing, uglier than you my wee one.

She tried to be gentle, she told me we could still be friends. I was so angry, I said terrible things but in the end I took her up on the offer of friendship and hoped she might come to her senses.

I'll never understand women. They're called the fairer sex but everything they do is unfair. How is it time and time again they're drawn to the wrong men? Why couldn't she see that her new boyfriend was all wrong for her? And why for God's sake did she marry him.

Now don't get me wrong, I tried to move on. There were other towns, other girls and no matter how much I learned about them before I made my move I never got as far as I had with Eve.

Was that why I kept coming back to my home town? Was that why I stayed her friend even though the sight of that ring on her finger left my skull pounding with rage?

Calm down now my wee one. I might drop you if you keep struggling so. Is that what you want?

I stayed her friend, I prayed for her to divorce but then it got worse. They were tears of joy in her eyes when she told me she was pregnant. I smiled at the news but in the back of my mind I was calling her a biatch. She never cried for me but she had a fountain of tears for a baby that wasn't even born yet. A baby that at this point was just a lump of cells no better than a tumor.

Some say life begins at conception but I don't think it begins until you have your first real thought. Until then your just a thing that eats and crawls mindlessly.

It was during her final trimester that I decided something radical needed to be done. I would steal her little baby and I would keep it away until she promised to leave her husband and love me forever.

We would raise the child together. Even though it was another man's I would raise it as my own.

Thanks to things like email and her husband's Facebook page I knew when Eve started to go into labor. I waited about twenty-four hours, and then made my move.

As always I had done my homework, I knew the hospital's routine. I went at night, wearing stolen scrubs and an official-looking ID badge.

I made my way to the nursery convinced that no suspicious eyes would turn my way. I suppose love blinded me in that respect. I barely had the baby in my arms before someone raised an alarm. Escape wasn't easy but I managed to get out of the building. Then I found myself in the middle of a car chase. I knew I could evade the police if I made it to the state park and drove with my headlights off.

The crash was a directionless blur, I thought I was running parallel to the ravine but I ended up careening right into it.

Now here I am, pinned in my car with broken bones poking through the flesh of my legs. I had dared everything and I came away empty handed. Doubtlessly Eve and her husband are cooing over their baby and cursing me for what I had tried to do.

I'm not sure why no one has found me yet, I mean they must be looking but it's been two days and I'm still waiting alone.

Well, I was waiting alone until you came along. The flies must have laid you while I was drifting in and out of consciousness but now my wounded legs are crawling with maggots.

This isn't cruelty, it's just that I'm so hungry and you're all I have. I'm going to eat you first and then once I've gotten the taste for it your brothers and sisters will be joining you by the handful.

I'm going to live through this, and somehow I'm going to get my Eve back.
Somehow. Somehow I'll do it.

Just don't squirm so much my wee one. Don't struggle.
 
2012-10-31 6:59:02 AM  

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Got nuthin'


Super bonus points that they got the lyrics to Convoy correct.
 
2012-10-31 7:01:22 AM  
When I was in junior high, my parents moved to a small town into a house that was in the middle of the woods. The closest house was a few miles away, and nobody lived there. I got pretty used to the isolation, and it never really bothered me.

I was in high school when this happened. The incident itself was creepy, but the events leading up to it made it even more unexplainable and frightening to me. My dad had developed a love for rocks around this time. He loved finding unique rocks and had amassed quite a collection. They were worthless, but he enjoyed it. Most of the rocks he acquired because they were pretty, but he also had some rocks that just looked odd, and so he kept them. He had developed a penchant for rocks that looked like faces.

One day, he was clearing some weeds from the creek behind our house. He found a rock that looked like a miniature skull. It had two "eye sockets," a hole where a nose would be, and a missing chunk that really did look like it could be a mouth.

My mother was instantly creeped out by the rock and told him not to keep it in the house. He told her he'd get rid of it.

The next afternoon, my mother was home alone, standing in the kitchen which faced the back yard and the creek. She was staring out one of the windows when she thought she saw a man standing out in the back yard on the edge of the woods. (There was no fence, just a large back yard which was surrounded by the creek & the woods.) He was looking towards the house. She obviously got really nervous and moved to another window to get a closer look. By the time she got to that window, there was now a woman standing by him. Which was odd, because there wouldn't have been enough time for someone to walk up and stand by him. It took all of five seconds to get to the other window.
Realizing that, my mom started to wonder if they were really there or if it was a mirage of some sort. She moved back to the other window (another five seconds) and could no longer see anyone, so she chalked it up to being tired and seeing things, and went off to take a nap. That night, however, she started to feel really nervous about the whole thing, and being extremely superstitious, she asked my dad if he had gotten rid of that rock. He admitted it was in the basement, and she freaked and demanded he throw it out.

The following afternoon was when my incident occurred. I had gotten off of the school bus and went inside. My parents were gone. I had plans that evening so I went into the hall bathroom to put on my makeup and whatnot. While in there, I heard a loud crash coming from my parents room, which was across the hall and two doors down.
I froze. I knew I was home alone, and there was nothing in my parents' room that I knew of that could have fallen and made that noise.

Then I heard it. Step, draaaag. Step, draaaag.

It sounded as if someone (or something) had entered the house through my parents' room and had injured itself, and was now dragging its hurt leg as it walked. Or maybe somebody was walking & dragging something very heavy. Whatever it was, I knew it wasn't supposed to be in the house. I quietly shut and locked the bathroom door and began to panic. This was before the days of cell phones, and we didn't have a phone in the bathroom. I had no way of calling for help.

I was alone, in the middle of the woods, with this person or thing that should not be in my home.

Step, draaag. Step, draaag.

It continued, and it was getting closer.

There was a window in the bathroom, but I was scared to try to open it, because I didn't want whoever it was to know I was in there.

Step, draaag. Step, draaag. It was almost to the door. I crawled into the shower and cowered down, silently crying. I had never been so scared in all of my life.

Whatever it was, it was right outside the bathroom door now. Suddenly, I heard the crunching of gravel. I stood up and looked out of the window. My parents were home! I didn't hesitate to open the window now, and screamed out "SOMEONE IS IN THE HOUSE!"

My dad bolted into the front door. I didn't hear anymore footsteps or dragging. My dad came to the bathroom door, and I opened it and ran outside to my mother. My dad never found anyone in the house, and we never saw anyone leave it.

I explained to my parents what had happened. My mom, ever so paranoid, yelled at my dad, asking if he got rid of the skull rock. He said it was still in the basement. She made him go get it and throw it back into the creek.

Nothing weird ever happened after that.

I don't know if the strange rock had ANYTHING to do with what happened. Maybe my mom really did see two people standing outside looking in, and maybe someone did break into the house and somehow got away before my dad got inside - but why didn't I hear them leaving, when I could hear them limping through the house so clearly before?

Whatever the reason, my dad had to stop collecting rocks.
 
2012-10-31 7:07:01 AM  
Back when I lived in Boise, ID, a friend of mine and I were both rabid insomniacs and would spend countless nights tearing his Jeep through the mountains just outside of the city.

One night we decided to take another one of our late night excursions into Rocky Canyon with his girlfriend and my wife. It was uneventful for the first hour or so, but then we came across a collapsed cabin. It was in a clearing at the peak of one of the higher mountains. Just a regular road, you turn a corner and there's a huge clearing with a giant pile of what used to be a cabin. We started exploring the wreckage and doing the typical splitting off as various things caught our eye. We were incredibly excited by our various finds; old timey photos and 50s-era cooking ware and the like.

My wife first noticed the rustling in the bushes just beyond the clearing. She did one of those slight inward gasps. Now, my wife is pretty easily spooked and she really shuts down when she's scared enough. Most people have a fight-or-flight response? She has a curl-up-and-accept-the-inevitable response. She was clearly uneasy so I took her back to the Jeep before I had to carry her. While I was there, my friend asked for a flashlight from his glove box. I told my wife that I would be right back to her and grabbed the flashlight. While I turned the flashlight on and headed toward my friend, he started calling out to where the rustling came from. We could clearly see the shape, almost like a shadow, of a person in the distance.

"Hey," he shouted, "is this private property? We didn't see any signs. Sorry if we're trespassing. We'll leave if..." he trailed off. I had shined the flashlight on the shape. It was gone where the light was. I directed the light away again. The shape was still there.

My friend had me shine the light back on the shape. Same thing. When I turned the light away, it was gone.

The three of us stayed where we were for a long moment, not really acknowledging the occurrence. Just stunned silence. After what felt like a full few minutes of looking around and trying to figure out where the shape went, we decided to leave in the same way you would if you just got bored with a particular exhibit in the zoo. We weren't really willing to admit that we were scared shiatless.

We quickly piled back into the Jeep with my wife, who wasn't hiding her fear well. I was sitting in the back passenger seat of this '67 Jeep Wagoneer, over on the right side. The window was down and I decided to have a cigarette. I lit up as my friend started the truck and we started back out around the corner. As I blew out my drag, I turned my head out the window. The moonlight shone through the clearing so brightly that I had full view of the fallen cabin and everything around it. I could especially see right in front of me. That's why is made me jump out of my skin when *BAM* there was a huge slam into my door. Thing is, there was nothing there. Not next to, below, or above us. Not, "I couldn't see anything," but there was nothing. The hit was hard enough that it rattled the window glass inside the door. My arm was resting in the window and the hit was so hard that it nearly rattled the cigarette out of my hand. It was also all my friend needed to finally drop the bullshiat facade of machismo and slam on the gas. He was in a panic, asking over and over if I did that, and me repeating the the negative.

We got the fark out of there.

For any Boise Farkers, the 7-11 at the corner of Broadway and East Warm Springs (I think it's a Jacksons now) was a great place to stop when coming down from Shaw Mountain Road. We stopped after having barely spoken the whole way back into the city. When we got out, the first thing we looked at was my door. The roads are all loose powdered dirt around the summer, making it incredibly easy for markings to be left behind. There was one group of marks in the dirt: four long ovals with markings that betrayed the obvious placement of knuckles. It was the right jab imprint of a hand that was easily twice the size of any of our hands. Even discounting the size, the placement meant there was no way that any of us could possibly have made that mark.

We never really spoke about it after. We still went up into the mountains, but we made sure we never went anywhere near that cabin again.
 
2012-10-31 7:18:52 AM  

tripleseven: OK, I'll give you these. From the house I grew up in.

At which point I heard my GF scream. I walked back to the room,..

My sister..screamed bloody murder, so badly, that my other brother downstairs heard the screams screamed up to her to her what was wrong... he went back to sleep.


You and your family have a very subdued reaction to screaming.
 
2012-10-31 7:22:11 AM  
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2012-10-31 7:24:50 AM  
My idiot friend told me a story once, and it has always creeped me out.

"Once there was an Ugly Barnacle. He was so ugly, that everyone died! The End."
 
2012-10-31 7:29:13 AM  
...he clicked "Add Comment" but he was in the Politics tab
 
2012-10-31 7:36:34 AM  

Wolf892: potato_chip_eating_geek: Wolf892: I was 15 years old and it was the first summer where my parents decided to take a weeklong vacation to visit my grandmother. This was great for me for two reasons, the first, I was allowed to stay home alone for the week, and the second, my mother had left me a 4 gallon tub of bubblegum ice-cream that she had told me to go wild on.
I stayed awake every night late, watching Japanese anime, drinking root-beer and eating the heck out of that bubble gum ice cream. I was in 15 year old boy Heaven.
On the second to last night of the week everything was going the same. It was three o clock in the morning when I finally finished the last episode of "bubblegum crisis" (which I'd loved watching while eating bubblegum ice-cream) and decided it was time to go downstairs to bed.
So I did.
I'm not sure what time it was when I woke up, my room was dark, I was laying in bed facing my wall and I could tell that if I didn't get out of bed my bladder was going to burst.
As I started to turn over in my bed so that I could climb out, something happened that to this day (34 years old now) I'll never forget.
From right beside my head, almost like a breath away from my ear I heard as clear as day a voice. The voice was strange though because it was devoid of all inflection, all tone, all emotion. It only spoke three words to me...
"Don't turn around"
That was it, nothing more, nothing less. But I didn't question that voice. It was so clear, so close to my head and so flat and inhuman in its substance that held my bladder and did not turn around to get out of bed until I could see the second rays of sunlight peaking through my curtain the next morning.
Just... "Don't turn around."

did you hear anybody move afterwards? like soneone leaving?

Nope, nothing at all. I stayed awake too, but nothing but those three words, clear as a bell. Like a speak and spell but with no inflection, like a robot or machine maybe...


Was it a recording of Der Kommissar?
 
2012-10-31 7:37:46 AM  
11 more years till Honey Boo Boo poses for Playboy. The End.
 
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