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2012-10-31 3:27:35 PM  
A young woman is home alone. It's a dark night, and there's a terrible thunderstorm outside. Her parents are out of town for the weekend, and it's just her and her golden retriever. As storm worsens, she goes to bed, every so often calling her dog over to lick her hand to comfort her. When she wakes up in the morning, the dog isn't in the bedroom. She walks into the bathroom and sees her dog, lying motionless and bloodied in the bathtub. On the mirror, written in her dog's blood: "Humans can lick hands too."
 
2012-10-31 3:32:06 PM  
Continuing the dogs and single, young women theme:
A young woman returns home after a late night out with friends. Her Doberman runs up to see her, wagging his tail. However, he's choking. She doesn't know what to do; is there even such a thing as a canine Heimlich Maneuver? She picks him up, takes him to the car, and drives him to the local emergency vet. There, the vet takes him in and says that something is blocking the dog's trachea, and it requires emergency surgery to remove. She leaves her beloved pet in the Dr.'s care and returns home. As she's getting ready for bed, the phone rings: it's the vet. "Get out of the house now!" he screams. "What? Why?" she asks. "I opened your dog's trachea... he swallowed several fingers!" Terrified, she runs out of the house and calls 911. The police arrive and search the residence. In an upstairs closet, they find a man, slumped over, unconscious due to blood loss. In one of his hands is a knife. His other hand is missing 3 fingers.
 
2012-10-31 3:37:02 PM  

ArcadianRefugee: Nothing über spooky, but I will say I kind of miss sleep paralysis.

Maybe 4 or 5 years ago I had a few episodes over a several month period. Never had it before; ain't had it since. The first time scared the ever-living crap out of me, in the "I'm a seven-year-old trying to scream his fool head off" kind of scared. Only, you can't scream: you're paralyzed.

Apparently, sleep paralysis is when your body decides to wake up your brain without waking up your body. As I understand it, when you sleep, you tend to try to move around a lot, and so your body gets shut down so you don't flail all over the place and injure yourself. Which is great, except for when your body gets things wrong. So you wake up for a few seconds: fully conscious, but completely unable to move. Can't move your arms. Your legs. And your screams (oh, and there will be screams) come out as these pathetic little whines as your vocal chords aren't doing their job either.

And all the things you hear about it are true. You can't move. There is something in the room with you. You can't see it, but you just know it's there. And there isn't a damned thing you can do about it.

Thankfully, it doesn't tend to last long. I guess maybe your body realizes something's wrong and reboots. I dunno.

First time it happened was, to me, the classic 'abduction' scenario. I woke up on my back, and there were these things in the room with me. I couldn't see them, but I knew there were there, watching me dispassionately. I had know idea what was going on, but I was terrified. I tried to scream -- not that anyone would have heard me as I lived alone in a rather secluded area -- but I tried. This pathetically thin, almost wispy whine came out of my mouth and nothing else as I tried in vain to pinpoint what was in my room with me. Next morning, I woke up wondering "WTF?" and, knowing what sleep paralysis was, looked into it more deeply. Didn't happen again for nearly three months.

This time, I knew what was happening, but it was no less scary. Seems the feeling of dread accompanying the episode completely unrelated to the conscious feeling of dread that one might associate with being paralyzed. It's like you're not just falling, but something is also pushing you downward. So there I am, lying on my side, back to the edge of my bed, eyes wide with fright even though I know it's all in my head but still knowing every bit as much that something is behind me, kneeling beside the bed, fingers out-stretched and ever-so almost touching me on my back.

Third time, "there was someone in the house". I knew what was going on (once I realized I couldn't move) but I was still scared shiatless.

For me, it's now like going on a roller-coaster ride that terrifies you and trying to 'just have fun' but only being able to 'enjoy' the scare after the fact, yet you still wanna ride it again.


I get sleep paralysis of varying degrees of terror probably monthly- whenever my sleeping patterns are out of whack.

Worst part is the suffocating feeling... And the "dreams" where you're screaming or trying to call your partner to wake you but you know nothing is coming out. Or the ones where a creepy guy is walking into your room to get you. Ugh.
 
2012-10-31 3:40:52 PM  
Not a ghost story, but a story that has always weirded me out:

The Taman Shud Case
 
2012-10-31 3:41:03 PM  
In Fairfax County, Virginia, there's a railway bridge. If you were to drive under it you'd barely give it a second glance, as it looks like just another railway bridge. But this bridge is different: it's haunted. Around 1970, a man was terrorizing the local residents and going around skinning and eating rabbits; he even ate a cat once. In the darkness, it looked as though he was wearing a KKK hood. But once up close, residents realized that he was, in fact, wearing a bunny suit. The Bunny Man, as he's called, would hang parts of the rabbits from the bridge. Eventually, he graduated to ax murder and mutilation, before finally being killed---run over by a train one Halloween Night while running from the police. To this day, in the days leading up to Halloween, rabbit carcasses hang from Bunny Man Bridge. Then, on Halloween itself, the Bunny Man reappears to commemorate his death, and, ax in hand, relive his salad days.
 
2012-10-31 3:42:32 PM  

sethen320: 7th Son of a 7th Son: Romney is elected. That should scare the bejesus out of some people.

Thanks for making it political. I know that when I'm trying to consider who to vote for I go to the Halloween thread on Fark.


Coca-Cola all over my keyboard,
thanks
 
2012-10-31 3:43:44 PM  

Lord Dimwit: Not a ghost story, but a story that has always weirded me out:

The Taman Shud Case


Indeed... They still know very little about the man and what happened to him... Probably Cold War-related, IMHO. I'm also somewhat fascinated by the Glico-Morinaga case.
 
2012-10-31 3:44:59 PM  

Paris1127: Continuing the dogs and single, young women theme:
A young woman returns home after a late night out with friends. Her Doberman runs up to see her, wagging his tail. However, he's choking. She doesn't know what to do; is there even such a thing as a canine Heimlich Maneuver?


I've heard that story like 3 times only every time it's a different breed and the dog is actually dead from having choked to death. Also those stories are usually very specific about the race of the burglar depending on the geography of where it's told.
 
2012-10-31 3:45:25 PM  
Note--this is longer than I meant it to be. Sometimes I'm a little long-winded. I think it's worth a read though--it's all true and, in my opinion, pretty frigging creepy.

Here's something recent. Yesterday, actually. I can't say anything paranormal was involved, but I encountered several very strange situations in a short period of time in an unlikely area. Were they related? I don't know. Probably not. But suffice to say some bizzare shiat was happening in the woods behind my house last night.

Some context:

I live on a big hill in rural(ish) Maine. I'm a hunter, and deer season just started. I've been excited for this season because late last season I started hunting behind my house instead of another area that had gotten too crowded. I got a small buck up there at the end of last season, and this year I've seen a big one a few times and some sign that indicate it spends a fair amount of time on the hill behind me. The wife was working from home so I had a rare chance to get out during the week (I'm a stay-at-home-dad.)

Yesterday wasn't great weather--Sandy was not a big deal this far north but we did get some effects from the very outer edge of it--it was pretty windy and alternating from light rain to pounding rain off and on. I had it in my head that even though the deer likely were not moving much, *I* could move and the weather would cover my noise and scent pretty effectively. Also I thought it would be cool to say I went hunting in a hurricane. I'm kind of a dork sometimes. In short, damn if the weather was going to keep me from going out.

Anyway:

I set off at a bit after 3pm. There's an extensive network of snowmobile/ATV trails on the hill and I had only covered a small percentage of it. My plan was to walk along those trails and at least scout some new ground even if I didn't see a deer (I didn't.)

After maybe 45 minutes of walking I was well into an area I had not been before. I started walking a sort of grid pattern through a brushy area hoping to flush out a deer if one was bedded down in there. A little bit into the brush I found a turkey feather standing straight up, the quill pushed into the dirt beneath the leaves. I thought it was interesting that it had fallen in such a way and got stuck, but figured it was just one of those weird things that happen. But then I found another, and another, and another. In the space of maybe 200 square feet I found a dozen of these, all exactly the same--standing straight up, the end pushed into the dirt. They seemed to be evenly spaced. This isn't a spot that Joe Schmoe is likely to just be messing around in--it took effort to push through the brush and there were quite a few thorny plants. But I don't think this could possibly have happened naturally--someone put those feathers there. Weird as hell. But I was there to hunt, so I made my way back to the trail and kept moving.

Shortly after this, the sky opened up and it started absolutely dumping rain. Just pounding. I had put some distance between the place with the feathers and decided to hunker down to see if it would let up in a few minutes. I leaned against a tree and watched the trail behind me in case a deer in the area had the same idea. After about 5 minutes I saw some movement coming up the hill toward the trail. I got my rifle ready, but it turned out not to be a deer. A flock of turkeys walked up the hill, across the trail, and into the trees on the other side. That in itself isn't at all odd. What was odd was the way they were walking. Very calmly and evenly, not really looking around much, all moving the same direction in a tight cluster. If you've seen wild turkeys moving before, you know that this is not normal. It's also not normal (AT ALL) for a fox to be walking along with them, but sure as hell, there it was. Just slowly trotting along parallel to their path in a straight line up the hill not 10 feet from the turkeys, with neither seeming to give the other a second thought. As the last few turkeys came onto the trail a racoon that I hadn't seen crossed the trail between me and the turkeys. Same deal--just walking up the hill in no particular hurry but in a straight line and not paying attention to anything but the ground in front of it. This was not a dense area of woods--I watched these animals walking for several hundred feet and their behavior never varied. At this point I was just astounded. I had different things going through my mind: I've heard stories about animals sensing things like earthquakes and leaving the area. A flood? Not likely--there aren't any real streams or rivers on this hill. A fire? There hadn't been any lightning yet (soon though) and there was no way anything was going to be burning in this rain anyway. Was the whole frigging hillside going to come down in a mudslide or something? But it didn't seem to me that these animals were trying to escape something that was scaring them. If anything, it was some of the calmest behavior I've ever witness in wild animals. If I wanted to get really creepy about it I'd almost say it was more like they were moving toward something than away, but that's editorializing and maybe injecting more strangeness into the situation than is warranted by the facts. At any rate, it was weird as hell and a little bit unsettling.

So at this point I'm a little bit perturbed and the whole "being in the woods during a storm as the light starts fading" thing probably wasn't helping my mindset. I kind of told myself that I was being silly and got up to keep moving, as it didn't appear the rain was letting up in the immediate future. I had also begun seeing flashes of lightning, though it was a ways off yet. I gave myself half an hour before I had to start heading back to the house, because with the cloud cover and rain it was already getting dim and I knew darkness would come early and quickly. I wasn't at all concerned about getting lost, but I didn't really want to be banging around in the dark woods in a storm with a flashlight either. At this point I had pretty much given up on seeing a deer--they would certainly all be hunkered down--but wanted to keep scouting out this new area--it would be my only chance before the weekend when I'd next be able to get out hunting.

A little bit down the trail I came into a large stand of tall pine trees. It had clearly been cut and replanted years and years ago, then selectively cut more recently--all of the trees were in straight rows, all the same species (white pine) and every 5th or 6th one was missing. Areas like this are pretty common out here, and walking through them gives an interesting effect--you can see a long ways down the row you are on and on a diagonal between rows, but not far between those areas or to your sides. Each couple of steps you take shifts it a bit and gives you long views in another direction while blocking the long view you had before. I moved from one row to the next just as lightning flashed and was incredibly startled to see that someone was standing on the right side of the row maybe 150-200 feet away with his back to me, looking up into the treetops. Startled doesn't even begin to describe it, really. It jumped the hell out of me. There was simply no way anyone else was out there. Now if this was a ghost story, you know what would happen next: My eyes would readjust and the figure would be gone. In fact this is exactly what was in my head during that couple seconds of semi-blindness: If that person is not there, I am going the hell home right now. But as my eyes adjusted I could see that he was indeed still standing there.

Now, this area is a minimum of a half-hour walk from the nearest road. I've looked at town maps and google earth many times in the last year to get some idea of the lay of the land. There are not any houses in that area. It's just woods with snowmobile trails going through it. This guy was not hunting--he had nothing in his hands and wasn't wearing orange. He was just out in the middle of nowhere, in the pouring frigging rain, standing with his arms hanging down at his sides and staring up at the trees. No raingear either--he was absolutely drenched. Weird as hell. I stood waiting for him to turn around so I could wave, letting him know I had seen him and wasn't going to mistake him for a deer and shoot. After maybe 20 seconds he walked forward (away from me) to the next tree and looked up that one. I looked too, and didn't see anything out of the ordinary. Just regular old pine trees. This went on for maybe a couple of minutes and 4 or 5 trees before he went to the other side of the row and turned my way. We was looking my direction, not up, so I gave him a wave and looked up into the trees myself like "What are you looking for?" and looked back at him. He didn't acknowledge me in the slightest. Just took a few steps to the next tree and looked up. No gesturing, no using his hands to shield his face from the rain, nothing. We were not far apart, there was a clear line of sight, and I was wearing a blaze orange jacket and hat. There is no way he didn't see me, and it should have startled him as much as it had startled me to see him. At that point I had pretty much had enough--I'm going the hell home to dry out, eat some dinner, and clean my gun (not in that order.)

Nothing else happened on the walk back until I had almost gotten home. Next to my house is a large clearing surrounded by a few lines of electric fencing where my neighbor keeps about 30 goats. They are usually out wandering around and pretty spread out, but in inclement weather tend to stay in a sort of barn he built for them. As I walked down the path next to that clearing I saw that all or most of the goats were out--they were just standing in the wind and rain (which was still coming down hard) at the fenceline on the uphill side of the clearing, looking up the hill into the woods. It took me maybe three or four minutes to walk from where I could first see them to get past them. I didn't see any of them take a single step--just standing there, looking up the hill. It made me think of the turkeys, fox, and racoon I had seen earlier--if that fence hadn't been there, would the goats be walking up the hill too? I don't know. Maybe not. But in my current frame of mind (thoroughly creeped out) that was the first thing that came to mind.

So. I got inside, ate dinner with the wife and kids, cleaned the gun, etc. Nothing else the slightest bit out of the ordinary happened. If any of these things had happened in isolation I probably wouldn't have thought anything of it. But the fact that they all happened in just a few hours out in the woods during a storm while it was getting dark--yeah. Creepy. Creepy as hell. I'll be going back into that area this weekend early in the day. I can't say I'm not slightly apprehensive about it, but I did see lots of deer sign last night. It's too good a spot to stay away from. Plus I'm kind of curious--I'm going to try to find those feathers again, and go down the hill where I saw the animals come up to see if I can find anything unusual.
 
2012-10-31 3:54:12 PM  

sethen320: imtheonlylp: Last year, on 4/11/2011, a couple of days before my birthday (which has fallen on 4/13 for 33 years now), I was sitting at my desk here at work talking with some coworkers about the history of the land our business sits on. Our land is right next to a busy expressway which, in the mid-late 1950s, was the location of a black cemetery that stretched from across the highway at an angle all the way to just behind our building where part of the cemetery still remains (approximately 1/4 mile).

You see, this town was very racially divided back then and the whites had their burial part of town, as did the blacks and other minorities. I've been here for about 8 years and never knew the cemetery existed behind us. Turns out that, when the expressway was built, construction crews came in the middle of the night and bulldozed the graves of those poor souls in order to build the expressway. The families of those deceased were told that the bodies were moved to another cemetery here in town, but they weren't.

Because I had never known of the cemetery on the hill behind us, I wanted to go up there to take a peek at it, just to satisfy my curiosity. I saw a few gravesites and headstones there mostly from the mid-late 70s. Apparently the church with the graveyard still owned the land on this side of the expressway and continued to bury their dead there even after the road was built. I came across one grave of Cora Lee Perry, but could only make out her name - the rest was weathered and covered with overgrowth. I came back to work, sat at my desk, and started doing a little research about the history of our town. I came across a photo of a very familiar gravestone, that of Ms. Cora Lee Perry and thought that was a little strange, so I researched a little more.

Turns out, in 1978, the Blue Oyster Cult was scheduled to play a concert in town. Their equipment truck driver came from a show in Arkansas, which was a 2-day drive, but he had to make it in time to setup for the show. One morning in April, the driver, Joel Barry Fields, came across the Chattahoochee River, crossed lanes into oncoming traffic, and smashed into a car sending them both off the Oglethorpe bridge, killing both the truck driver, and Ms. Cora Lee Perry, a school teacher from Phenix City, AL. It was a horrible accident and equipment was being fished out of the river for weeks after.

The date of this tragedy? 4/11/1978
The date I came across Ms. Cora Lee Perry's grave? 4/11/2011 

Actual newspaper headline.

Speaking of cemeteries, check out the history of Black Hope Cemetery in Crosby, TX. It was the basis for Poltergeist. Its about 45 minutes from my job.


Holy crap. I grew up in Huffman and had friends that lived in Newport. I don't remember them ever saying anything about this though. Thanks for the heads up.
 
2012-10-31 3:56:40 PM  
okay, here's mine...because my mom's murder is still so painful, i seldom speak of it, but, after reading the thread i'll post my story- absolutely true.

My mother was brutally raped and murdered on May 14 1969, when I was eight years old. Coincidentally, it was her birthday. She had been in town shopping, and was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I was in the third grade. She used to pack my lunch everyday- baloney sandwich, chips and a small thermos of some kind of fruit juice. And, every day there would be a "Love you, have a great day! note- it always said the same thing; and it always had a drawing of a goofy face, smiling.

Fast forward to 2009. I moved back to the area after being out of state for many years. I moved in with my dad for a few months, and would pack my lunch. One of my co-workers, a real smartass, (but I love him dearly), would say,"oh, living with your parents, did your mommy pack your lunch?" (i never spoke about the fact that my mom was dead, brutally murdered) I'd just smile, and say,"yep!" Well, him being a perpetual smartass, he would write a note that said,"enjoy your lunch, love mom", and put it in my lunch bag when I was down in mri or out of the department somewhere.

I started this job in January of '09..

Well, May of that year...May 14th...to be exact...my mom's birthday and the 40th anniversary of her rape/murder, I had packed my lunch as usual. I was also down in MRI all morning. When I came up to eat, I grabbed my lunch bag and went to the lunchroom. I opened it up, and sure, enough, there was my co-workers smart-ass note. I threw it away without looking at it, then thought better of it...went over to the garbage can and fished out the crumpled note. It looked old...very old. There, in my mother's handwriting was a note that read,"Love you, have a great day! And underneath was a goofy face.....with a smile.
 
2012-10-31 3:57:55 PM  

thecpt: Question for other SP sufferers out there ( I assume there are plenty in this thread. Mine has given me a fixation on the creep). When you are fighting to get conscientiousness, what happens if you give up? I feel forced to constantly fight through what my mind is forcing me to see. Trying to force my mind to wake up. Upon succeeding I awake to my paralyzed body which is slowly awakening, but what happens if I don't fight the previous stage? I never give up for fear of the unknown.


I managed, once, to fall back asleep. But that's because I woke up into an episode facing a wall, so I couldn't actually see any of whatever my mind was imagining (just sense it), letting me sort of...change it, like it was a vivid dream. That let me go back to sleep. Otherwise I have to touch something (phone, wall, whatever, usually helps if it's cold) or have someone touch me to snap myself out of it. Freaked one of my girlfriends out, she thought I was having a seizure when I was trying to move my arm; apparently I tend to shake a bit when I'm fighting to move. To me it seems agonizingly slow.

My personal SP shadowy guy is pretty nondescript, and he just sort of sits there and stares at me malevolently (a good trick, considering he doesn't have eyes). Whenever he starts moving is when I freak the fark out and desperately do anything I can to knock myself out of it. Despite somewhere in my mind knowing it isn't actually there, it seems very, very real at the time. 

(One caveat for going back to sleep: I don't ever actually remember my dreams, so I have no idea if you drop into a nightmare or not)
 
2012-10-31 4:00:03 PM  
In July of last year, one of my best friends, his wife and nephew and my wife and son went on a beach vacation together for a week. My friend was sort of ill and weak, but nothing we thought some salt air couldn't fix. We had a wonderful time that week and on the Saturday morning we were packing to leave, he sat down on the couch and died.

My wife tried CPR, paramedics came, but they couldn't save him. Sudden heart attack at 43 years old. We contacted his wife's family and they met us at the hospital at the beach five hours from our home. Once they arrived to take care of her, my family headed back to our town.

That evening my wife and I were trying to just do something to maybe take our minds off what had happened. I put in a DVD of How I Met Your Mother episodes and we sat on the couch to watch. When a commercial break came on and the screen dipped to black I saw my friend sitting on the couch in the reflection of the TV screen. Then the show started back up. She didn't see him, but I know I did.
 
2012-10-31 4:00:44 PM  

Paris1127: In Fairfax County, Virginia, there's a railway bridge. If you were to drive under it you'd barely give it a second glance, as it looks like just another railway bridge. But this bridge is different: it's haunted. Around 1970, a man was terrorizing the local residents and going around skinning and eating rabbits; he even ate a cat once. In the darkness, it looked as though he was wearing a KKK hood. But once up close, residents realized that he was, in fact, wearing a bunny suit. The Bunny Man, as he's called, would hang parts of the rabbits from the bridge. Eventually, he graduated to ax murder and mutilation, before finally being killed---run over by a train one Halloween Night while running from the police. To this day, in the days leading up to Halloween, rabbit carcasses hang from Bunny Man Bridge. Then, on Halloween itself, the Bunny Man reappears to commemorate his death, and, ax in hand, relive his salad days.


Urban myth. I ruined that story for all my friends back in high school with one visit to the local library.

However, in the 1970s there really was an ax wielding maniac in a bunny suit in Fairfax. According to 5 different witnesses on 3 separate occasions they were attacked by this guy. Now this element surprises me because who wouldn't include an honest to god 'amorous couple' element in your urban myth? Two of the witnesses were actually a couple, one of which was a Marine (a prevalent detail in the research), who pulled into a clear lot in a housing development to make out and maybe do the hanky-panky. The woman then said she saw a figure sitting on the porch of one of the unfinished houses and he was looking angry and belligerent. And in a bunny suit. Yeah. That was real. It's then that he went running after them with his ax and threw it at the car as they were making their get away.

Another driver in a nearby development had pulled over and saw the 'bunny man' walking around and when the man stepped out to see what all this was about, bunny man flipped out and started waving his ax around again. Guy drove off. After these strange reports are filed with FCP a cop and owner of the development go out to investigate. They come across the bunny man who's screaming and looking crazed and since it was the one lone cop they both got in the car and called for back-up. The bunny man went into the surrounding woods and was never seen again.

PCP. It's a helluva drug.

Now, this story along several other true stories were combined to make up the legend of Bunny Man Bridge. How he was an escaped convict from Lorton's insane asylum (FALSE: Lorton had a minimum security prison but never had an asylum). How he butchered and mutilated teenagers and strung them up (TRUISH: This element was linked to a local girl who was brutally raped and murdered in the early part of the century by a vagrant with a criminal history. That's where the escaped convict bit comes in.) Mutilated animals? Nothing in reality involving mutilated animals or rabbit pelts has been linked with any of the true events in Fairfax County. Bunny Man Bridge is haunted. (FALSE: In none of my research was an actual bridge involved with anything and kids just like attaching spooky stories with real places so they can freak their friends out.)
 
2012-10-31 4:01:43 PM  
Most boring ghost story ever :

My father, in his younger days, had said that when he died he wanted to be cremated and his ashes scattered at a local lake. After he died things went back to normal. He hadn't lived at home in many years. But after a few months various odd things started happening around the house. They started out pretty small, but seemed to become more exaggerated as time passed. I would wake up and the lamp next to my bed would be on. The clothes that ended up in a pile next to the bed when I disrobed would be in strange places in the morning. One time a shirt was balled up in the bed and I was lying on top if it rather uncomfortably. A shirt and jeans were draped over top of me when I woke up. Another time my clothes were on the other side of the room. I'd be watching tv in the living room and the lamp illuminating the room would turn off for a few seconds and then turn back on.

It seems like some other things happened but I can't remember what they were. Things happened with a high frequency and regularity, and while what I've mentioned seems pretty mundane I'd just like to say that I don't ever fall asleep with a light on. My clothes always end up in the same spot next to the bed. Lights do not turn themselves on and off around me.

So anyways, after a few weeks of odd things going on I asked my mom if anything weird had happened to her, and she said no. So then I described the weirdness that had been going on with me, and then asked her where dads ashes were. Her eyes got sorta wide.

So then I told her we need to get them out of the house. She said okay and we didn't discuss it further. Things kept happening and I had frequent dreams about my dad, so I told her about these and asked if she had moved his ashes yet. No, no yet. She finally moved his ashes to the trunk of her car and no more stuff happened.

He didn't want to mess with her and/or was content to ride around town, because nothing weird ever happened for the duration of his stay in the trunk. We eventually did scatter his ashes like he wanted.

I will say that my dad loved to screw with me. When I was really little he'd hide in a room in the hallway and jump out at me when I'd walk by, and do various things of that nature. So I'm not sure if he was upset we didn't dispose of his ashes properly (I doubt it, he should've been happy in the house), or if he was just screwing with me in a way that was too good to pass up. Also, he may have wanted me to pick my dirty clothes up.
 
2012-10-31 4:04:44 PM  

allestelle: 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 ...


That genuinely creeped me out. Lots of great stories this year! Thanks for sharing, everyone.
 
2012-10-31 4:07:28 PM  

KawaiiNot: So a few nights ago I was sleeping. (All alone) When I was woken by someone saying my name very loud right in my ear. It startled me out of sleep so I was stuck in sleep paralysis but I didn't panic because used to have that happen a lot. So I used my technique that I developed of keeping calm & keep trying to move my feet. After awhile I finally moved my feet & came out of the paralysis. Nobody was in my room or awake in the house. I've experienced weirder/creepier stuff in the past so I just went back to sleep. The voice wasn't a scary one - neutral & loud like someone was trying to wake me up.

Not too scary but it was recent. If that hadn't happened I probably would have posted about the time I actually died in a dream. I didn't wake up until after "dead" (happened to anyone else ever?)


I dreamed I was standing, minding my own business, when someone came up behind me and slashed open my left jugular vein. I felt the sharp pain on the side of my neck and when I put my hand up, I could feel the warm blood flowing over my fingers and down my arm. I fell to the ground and could feel myself grow weaker and weaker as I bled out. Everything went dark and I woke up.

The strange thing was I didn't feel frightened; it was more of a matter-of-fact, "So this is how I die," sensation. Still it was freaky.
 
2012-10-31 4:09:49 PM  

Tharkin: Note--this is longer than I meant it to be. Sometimes I'm a little long-winded. I think it's worth a read though--it's all true and, in my opinion, pretty frigging creepy.

Here's something recent. Yesterday, actually. I can't say anything paranormal was involved, but I encountered several very strange situations in a short period of time in an unlikely area. Were they related? I don't know. Probably not. But suffice to say some bizzare shiat was happening in the woods behind my house last night.i>

I formally request that you come back to this thread and update me on what you find when you go back out there. If you don't, I'll assume the worst.

 
2012-10-31 4:11:07 PM  

KatjaMouse: Urban myth. I ruined that story for all my friends back in high school with one visit to the local library.


I know it's an urban legend. I happen to like it because it's so surreal. A man wearing a bunny costume, wielding an ax. I was aware that the Bunny Man is partially based on true events.

With regard to the dog swallowing burglar fingers, once again I know it's an urban legend. I never said that one was true.
 
2012-10-31 4:11:12 PM  
This thread has got me kind of jittery today, and the sun hasn't even gone down yet.

In 2006, I was working at a paper mill, and I had to inspect a decommissioned area of the basement twice per shift, ensuring water pipes hadn't frozen. The year before, a private contractor had gone missing for three days. He was found hanging in a corner of this particular basement, having killed himself. I really wasn't very fond of having to make those rounds, and I always got goosebumps when walking past that spot where the guy hung himself. One evening a felt someone put their hand on my shoulder and squeeze, just as I walked by that spot. I turned around all "ha ha, you sure got me" like, and when nobody was there, I nearly ran out of my work boots getting back upstairs. God I dreaded every basement round after that. It never happened again, probably because I sprinted through there after that.
 
2012-10-31 4:15:00 PM  

Tharkin: Note--this is longer than I meant it to be. Sometimes I'm a little long-winded. I think it's worth a read though--it's all true and, in my opinion, pretty frigging creepy.

Here's something recent. Yesterday, actually. I can't say anything paranormal was involved, but I encountered several very strange situations in a short period of time in an unlikely area. Were they related? I don't know. Probably not. But suffice to say some bizzare shiat was happening in the woods behind my house last night.

Some context:

I live on a big hill in rural(ish) Maine. I'm a hunter, and deer season just started. I've been excited for this season because late last season I started hunting behind my house instead of another area that had gotten too crowded. I got a small buck up there at the end of last season, and this year I've seen a big one a few times and some sign that indicate it spends a fair amount of time on the hill behind me. The wife was working from home so I had a rare chance to get out during the week (I'm a stay-at-home-dad.)

Yesterday wasn't great weather--Sandy was not a big deal this far north but we did get some effects from the very outer edge of it--it was pretty windy and alternating from light rain to pounding rain off and on. I had it in my head that even though the deer likely were not moving much, *I* could move and the weather would cover my noise and scent pretty effectively. Also I thought it would be cool to say I went hunting in a hurricane. I'm kind of a dork sometimes. In short, damn if the weather was going to keep me from going out.

Anyway:

I set off at a bit after 3pm. There's an extensive network of snowmobile/ATV trails on the hill and I had only covered a small percentage of it. My plan was to walk along those trails and at least scout some new ground even if I didn't see a deer (I didn't.)

After maybe 45 minutes of walking I was well into an area I had not been before. I started walking a sort of grid pattern through a br ...


I supposed the weird animal behavior could be the animals sensing the hurricane, but the guy you saw sounds creepy
 
2012-10-31 4:15:23 PM  
I am a skeptic, and very scientifically minded. However, I have one experience I cannot explain from my childhood, and it still gets me freaked out when I think about it. I was 12 years old at the time, and shared a room with my sister who was 9. We had L shaped bunk beds, and I had the top bunk. We always slept with a lamp because my little sister was afraid of the dark. About a week before this happened my sister suddenly refused to go into our bedroom alone, even during the day. She had a strange story about seeing something in the upper corner of the room, which was near the head of my bed. We all laughed it off because she was only 9, and she would never give any detail. She was finally starting to get over the fear of being in our room, and other than using this fear as a way to make fun of her I never gave it any thought.

So on the night when this happened I was writing in my diary which I kept under my pillow. I finished writing and laid down with my back toward the wall. My sister was already asleep at this point, and with the light on I could clearly see that before I put my head down. The second I put my head on the pillow I had the worst "bad feeling" I have ever had. I was absolutely filled with dread, and I realized I KNEW something was behind me. I knew that I HAD to turn around because there was something there. Something I had never felt before. So I cautiously turned around just to ease the fear and confirm that it was just my imagination, and in the space between the bed and the wall I saw a hand. It was the left hand. It was just sitting there, as if someone was reaching up from under the bed. It was in a relaxed position, not moving at all, just THERE. It was the blackest black I've ever seen. Dead black, as if it were absorbing all the light in the room. At first I thought I was imagining it, and even as a kid I was very skeptical. I had to know if it was really there, because I was still hoping it was some kind of prank or just an illusion from a shadow or something. I actually wrapped my sheet around my hand and grabbed the thing. Even through the sheet I could feel how utterly cold it was. I could even feel the bones in the hand. I let go and quickly threw everything in my bed at it, jumped out of the bed and ran into my parents room. I was so utterly afraid I couldn't even tell my parents what I saw. I was crying and hyperventilating, and went into even more hysterics when my parents tried to make me show them what I saw. All I could do was point at my bed from the hallway. We decided I would sleep on the couch that night, and talk about it in the morning. In the morning I tried to convince my parents about what I had seen, and my dad took apart the whole bed looking for anything that would explain what I had seen. He couldn't find anything. I never slept in the bunk beds again, and not long after that I moved into my brother's room when he moved out. However a week or two after this happened my babysitter was braiding my hair before I went to school, and we were in that bedroom across from the bunk bed. Suddenly a doll that was on the top bunk flew across the room and almost hit me. From where we were we could see the door and the bed, and it was completely clear we were the only two people in that room.
 
2012-10-31 4:15:49 PM  
ok, first some weird experiences, then some ghost stories.

Once while visiting my parent's cabin in N.Michigan, my Mom and I were remarking on how we could not find this owl figure I had bought and given to my Mom. It's glaze exactly matched this very nice silk flower/basket she had to brighten up the cabin. Originally I was going to take it home, but it looked so nice in the cabin I decided to leave it. Well, while we were complaining about the missing object (and thinking my prankster brother had hidden it) we heard a sharp *crack* and the owl rolled across the floor to our feet..

Then, when I was in field school, and really, really farking sick..like pneumonia in the summer..barfing when you cough sick...I was in my bunk, trying to sleep. Suddenly I felt a cat jump onto my bed, turn a few times and settle down behind my legs. I slept very well that night. I remember thinking that it was my cat who lived with my folks. More than 5 hrs away...

And a ghost story! (or two...they are related!)

When I was a child we would visit my Grandparents in Petoskey, MI. The house was oooold! It came with a barn, a livery stable and a tack/feed room. It 'talked' all the time, as old houses will. I clearly remember hearing the wood stair creak, as if someone was walking up them. The steps would stop at the level where you could peer into the rooms, and make sure your kids were asleep..Normal right? Except my parents never did that..when I told my Mom, yrs later mind you..she said, Oh yes, that's the Indian woman. She always checks to make sure you are ok at night, she used to do the same to me when I was a child..now comes the creepy-ish stuff.

I never felt that the Indian woman was mean. I always thought of her as a very gentle spirit..Well, when my Grandma died, and we were tasked with the job of cleaning things up and getting ready for an estate sale, I heard many unusual sounds at night. Banging and loud steps and just unhappy noises. Finally one night I sat up in the bed, and said, "We are the last of the original owners. We are clearing things out so that the house can be sold. Your task here is done, we are safe. You need to move on". Never heard anything else after that!

And one more, now that I remember it...Once while my bro's and I were there alone, the folks and Grandparents went somewhere we weren't welcome....and it was a rainy night. We were all upstairs reading...and we heard loud noises from the attic. There was a small door leading to it from the bedroom...I remember being really afraid. Finally I could not stand it anymore and said something along the lines of "All right that's enough. Stop." and then it got quiet. Like a switch had been turned off...no idea what it might have been, but creepy none the less!
 
2012-10-31 4:20:39 PM  
Well, I'm successfully creeped out. It doesn't help that I live in the San Francisco Bay Area and its currently overcast and foggy. Keep 'em coming!
 
2012-10-31 4:22:30 PM  
I'd also like to thank this thread for allowing me to accomplish absolutely nothing at work today...Here's my CSB. I have had only one ghostly encounter. Nothing spectacular happened, but there's just this feeling and realization you get when you're acutally encountering something that simply cannot be explained. It's so easy for other people to laugh it off, but those of you who've actually experienced this know.

I lived in an old house when I was young. It was probably 1920's. In an area of town now that would be more worrisome than anything supernatural. Anyway, the house was owned by an old couple, the husband died first and then the wife sometime later. We moved in after the old lady died. My bedroom was a small room in what would be the attic. I woke up one night and in my doorway was an old man. He was translucent and completely colorless except that he was wearing a suit and had a bright red bow tie. In a 5 year old panic, I screamed and ran directly through the old man, down the steps and into my parents room. Nothing ever happened like that again.

But, and I may only be realizing this now that I'm typing this, we moved into a brand new house years later when I was in the 6th grade. A few times, when I was home alone, (no pets, no open windows, nothing) my mom's bedroom door would randomly and loudly slam shut. Oddly enough, we actually had some of the old books the old woman had left behind and I have some to this day in my apartment (which I'm seriously rethinking). But the books were kept in my parents room on my mom's book shelf.

I know not too exciting. But freaked me the fark out for sure.
 
2012-10-31 4:22:50 PM  
I posted my previous story to my facebook page, and my father`s sister commented, confirming that strange things happen often to our family. So I`ll continue on with a few other assorted odd things to happen.

A few ouija board stories to begin (as you could imagine, my fathers death was a very jarring experience, so i began to research the occult and witchcraft, along with other various religions, searching for answer

2 of these were before I knew the dangers of a ouija board.(it wasnt until much later I learned that..I`ll get to that in a moment)

1st time, was halloween, and the 1st time I ever drank alchohol.. I was 12.
The only person at the party was my friend from school. We pulled the board out and began. I opted to ask questions instead of putting my hands on the planchette. We all decided that best so I wouldnt influence the movement.. My only friend there was too scared and went upstairs with the adults..
I naturally asked for my father...the planchette moved to yes.
I asked for proof. "G-R-G" (my dads name was george..again. no one knew me..nor that my dad was even dead)

Now ...A second story
Of course we tried to contact my dad. we had white candles..maybe 20 or so in a circle outside of us. Each time 'daddy..if youre here, give us a sign' ::poof: a candle would blow out.
Me, thinking my friends are playing tricks on me, kept asking.. and everytime a candle would extinguish.
After about 9 times or so, I got fed up with my friends, thinking they were playing some cruel joke on me. I was crying my eyes out and screamed one last time, though differently 'if youre here then just show yourself!!"
The remaining candles all extinguished at once and the gutter outside the window dislodged, crashing to the ground..
We were all terrified and never touched the board again.

I became slightly obsessed and began doing as much research as I could into the occult..paranormal..whatever.. and found out that homemade ouija boards were more powerful.. so I grabbed a nice slab of wood and devised this ridiculous plan of opening a razor blade, and using the flexible blade to carve the letters..It was working fine for a while..i was being careful and had gotten a few letters nicely carved out..but then, perhaps user error..or just that i was a dumb kid.. my fingers slipped, and the razor lodged deep into my thumb..down to the bone. It bled insanely..i was running out of paper towels...so i just grabbed a glass..and allowed myself to bleed into it, figuring i could just dump it down the drain and save cleanup..

After the glass filled I realized 'fark, this is serious' so I grabbed a sewing needle and some nylon thread ran to the bathroom and stitched it myself (i was a very disturbed child..i wont lie.. that and I was home alone so no way to go to the hospital)

when I came back from the bathroom i looked over, and the glass of blood had spilled all over the project I was working on... I buried it and never touched a ouija board again.

After that alot of strange things started happening in my house. My stepfather was abusive and my parents were neglectful.. often leaving me home alone. I had a chainlock on this inside of my bedroom so my stepfather couldnt come in...ever.
One night they were in vegas and I was on the phone with a friend and my doorknob opened and the door slammed against the chainlock. By this time i had a dog, but it was an anklebiter.. no way she couldve created that much force.
My friend heard it over the phone, and I nervously tried to blame the dog..Until it began to happen over and over..I stayed frozen with fear on my bed, kept my friend on the phone until the sun came up..which is when the door finally stopped moving.
To this day..the chain lock is still dented and bent from that night (we still own the property..but i moved out shortly after that)

I could go on and on..but honestly..I feel absolutely insane even sharing these things.. I`m such a skeptic, but i still look for proof.. something to tell me I`m not crazy, and that I didnt imagine all of these things..
 
2012-10-31 4:23:12 PM  
 
2012-10-31 4:26:56 PM  
Here's another that happened to me about 20 years ago. It's much shorter than the last one, promise!

When I was about 10 or 11 I lived in Ellsworth, Maine. Some buddies and I used to ride our bikes to a little pond called Simmons Pond to go fishing. We took the same route each time, and about 3/4 of the way there we'd go up a long hill and pass a hospital. We'd always shout "Almost There!" and pedal harder to get to the top of the hill quickly.

One time three of us were riding to the pond. We had passed the hospital a few minutes ago--shouting and pedaling like mad. The ride seemed to be taking much longer than usual and we stopped for a moment to discuss whether we had somehow missed the turnoff. We decided to go up the hill a little further just to make sure. As we came around a bend in the road we all stopped at the same time--ahead of us was the hospital that we had passed shortly before! We were still going uphill, so there is no way we got turned around and passed it going the other way by accident. All of us were totally confused and each swore up and down that we had indeed already gone past it. We sort of brushed it off and kept riding until, without further incident, we got to the pond and went fishing. After a week or so we never mentioned it again, though I have thought about it often. A couple of years ago as adults I asked those two friends seperately and in all seriousness, "Did this really happen the way I remember it happening?" Both were relieved that I remembered it the same way they did and agreed that it was the most bizzare thing that had happened to them.
 
2012-10-31 4:27:10 PM  
Only one I've got, and it's short...but fark it, I'll be festive.

My grandfather passed a number of years back. I was lucky enough to have him in my life until I was in my twenties and married. However, my one aunt waited until late to have children, so her youngest, Adam, was only 2-3 when Granpa passed.

One day, she heard Adam giggling and running around the island in the kitchen. She asked what he was doing, and with a big grin, he said, "Boppa chase!" and went back to running in a circle. She thought it was cute and harmless, so she let him continue. A short while later, he raced into the living room and threw himself into a rocking chair and sat down. It was the same chair "Boppa" used to rock him to sleep in. My aunt, still thinking this was cute, said, "are you sitting with Boppa?"

"No!"

"No? Well, where did Boppa go?"

Pointing and laughing "Up!"

Gives me both chills and a sense of hope whenever I think about it.
 
2012-10-31 4:29:11 PM  
My parents are in theater. They both used to act, but have also done costumes, tech, directing, all kinds of things, and they have a lot of friends in the industry. It was around 1990, when I was maybe six years old and my little brother around four that we got to visit New York City at long last. My little brother would see the museums and kid-friendly things during the day and then, glory of glories, I would get to go and see a real Broadway musical with my folks while he stayed with my parents' friends. (I was an unusually quiet child and routinely sat through 'Gone With the Wind' on TV without a sound and had been to plays and musicals before.)

A friend of my parents' was in the show and had gotten us tickets, plus we were invited to come backstage between the matinee and the evening performance to see the set -which, for a little girl whose parents were THAT into musicals, was just the coolest thing that could ever happen. I had quite literally learned to read by listening to my parents' Broadway cast albums and following along with the libretto, and perhaps because Mom and Dad are actors, perhaps because they were new parents who figured the more adult elements of shows would go over my head, they saw nothing wrong with letting me become perfectly familiar with 'Les Miserables' well before they knew we'd have the chance to see it on Broadway.

And then my little brother got lost.

Dad was looking at the rotating set and the pieces that made up the barricade, Mom was talking with another actress and I was paying attention to what she and Mom were talking about (after all, she was very obviously playing my favorite character in the play,) and somehow little brother just wandered off. After we realized what happened, the usual hue and cry was raised, and a couple of the stagehands found him in an empty dressing room, cheerful as you please. He told us that the granny had found him and taught him a song, and then was very disappointed when we wouldn't follow him around the Imperial Theatre to try and find her. He sang us some of the song and my parents hustled us out of there. The actors were very quiet, too. My little brother was perfectly happy to stay at my parents' friends' apartment and draw pictures of the granny with his crayons, my parents and I went to see 'Les Mis' as planned and it was everything my little six-year-old heart could want, though I did cry quietly a little at certain points. (Almost everyone does. I'd say when, but spoilers.) My parents, however, didn't feel like going backstage again, and I had to wait to get Eponine and Cosette's autographs at the restaurant, once they were out of makeup and costume, which wasn't quite the same, but I still had an awesome time.

It wasn't until well over a decade later, when our high school decided to do 'Pippin' and my little brother recognized the song 'No Time At All' immediately, and was still word-perfect on the lyrics despite the fact that our folks hadn't played that soundtrack in the house in years (it disappeared from the vinyl records around the time we got home from New York,) that it occurred to me to ask him what the granny looked like again. He described her as older than our Grandma, she gave big hugs despite being really skinny, and that she was shorter than he was now. (He was maybe 5'9" in high school.)

I didn't think too much of it, but since our school was doing the musical and our folks didn't have a copy, I bought the original Broadway cast soundtrack on CD with some of my babysitting money and gave it to my brother, who was trying out for the Leading Player. He put it on and remarked that the granny must have been the very same actress, as she sounded just the same as she did on the CD.

We only had dial-up internet in those days, so you can probably imagine the slow, cold thrill of horror when I google-searched Irene Ryan. She had, indeed, played a 'Granny,' created the role of Berthe in 'Pippin' and apparently was still willing to perform her signature song backstage at the Imperial Theatre, where she'd suffered the stroke that eventually killed her some seventeen years before my brother and I ever visited New York City. Considering my younger brother has freaked out over some truly inane stuff, I hesitated to tell him, but he walked into the room and read over my shoulder before I could stop him. "Oh, so she wasn't alive when I met her, then," he concluded, as if nothing at all were strange about it at all. "Still, she was really nice. You should try out for Berthe, Sis."

He did wind up getting the part of the Leading Player, but I've never felt particularly like acting in musical theater since.
 
2012-10-31 4:29:24 PM  
I have had two slightly out of the ordinary experiences, nothing too crazy and I'm sure they are easily explained by SP, weird shadows or something similar. They were certainly freaky to me at the time, though. I'm usually not that jumpy either. I love to hang out in my family cemetery and take naps on a nice spring day..

The first one happened when I was staying over at my boyfriend's house. His room had a loft bed, so to get in and out you had to climb a rather tall ladder. I have the tiniest bladder so I was forever having to get into and out of that loft in the middle of the night. One night I got up and went to the bathroom. As I was entering the bedroom, I saw or thought I saw my boyfriend standing in the middle of the room (it was a very small area on the ground so he would have been close to the door. well, he almost never gets up in the middle of the night and he was just standing there, staring at me. So I reached out to touch him and asked what are you doing up? As soon as I did that, whatever was there just vanished. I was freaked out as I had felt something in my way (you know how you feel when there is something solid just in front of you that blocks your way forward) and it had just vanished. I scrambled up the ladder and there was my boyfriend sleeping peacefully.

The second could have been a form of SP I suppose (though I have had an episode or two that involve the malevolent figure at the end of my bed just staring at me). I was living in a two story townhouse at the time and my roommate was gone for the weekend. I had gone to bed and had been sleeping for quite a while when I was shaken awake violently. It felt like an earthquake. At the same time, I heard pounding footsteps racing up the stairs (which were right next to my bedroom). I jumped up, ran to my door, and locked it. I was sure someone was in the house. I turned on all the lights and just waited. I didn't hear any noise, so after awhile I got up the nerve to check the house. I didn't find anything. So then I figured it must have been the neighbors doing something crazy but they denied having made any noise and I had never heard them before that (or after for that matter).
 
2012-10-31 4:29:46 PM  
Here's another that happened to me about 20 years ago. It's much shorter than the last one, promise!

When I was about 10 or 11 I lived in Ellsworth, Maine. Some buddies and I used to ride our bikes to a little pond called Simmons Pond to go fishing. We took the same route each time, and about 3/4 of the way there we'd go up a long hill and pass a hospital. We'd always shout "Almost There!" and pedal harder to get to the top of the hill quickly.

One time three of us were riding to the pond. We had passed the hospital a few minutes ago--shouting and pedaling like mad. The ride seemed to be taking much longer than usual and we stopped for a moment to discuss whether we had somehow missed the turnoff. We decided to go up the hill a little further just to make sure. As we came around a bend in the road we all stopped at the same time--ahead of us was the hospital that we had passed shortly before! We were still going uphill, so there is no way we got turned around and passed it going the other way by accident. All of us were totally confused and each swore up and down that we had indeed already gone past it. We sort of brushed it off and kept riding until, without further incident, we got to the pond and went fishing. After a week or so we never mentioned it again, though I have thought about it often. A couple of years ago as adults I asked those two friends seperately and in all seriousness, "Did this really happen the way I remember it happening?" Both were relieved that I remembered it the same way they did and agreed that it was the most bizzare thing that had happened to them. It sounds impossible, but we're all convinced that we somehow...warped or something. Now that I'm older and understand the world better, it gives me chills.
 
2012-10-31 4:29:56 PM  
About the closest I can get to high strangeness was the time I would shortcut through a cemetery a few blocks away to get to a convenience store. I would casually stroll through checking out the odd headstones and memorials. So one morning just before dawn I was in the guest room and the door would rattle. It kept up for a half hour and I knew all other doors and windows were closed. I sort of got the point that I was disturbing things with my casual walks and stopped.

Never happened again.
 
2012-10-31 4:30:58 PM  

AgentKGB: Enjoy (scary korean comic in english)


That was pretty good.
 
2012-10-31 4:31:32 PM  

AgentKGB: Enjoy (scary korean comic in english)


You know, wetting myself at work and screaming like a 10 year old girl wasn't exactly how I envisioned spending my day.
 
2012-10-31 4:31:40 PM  

Paris1127: KatjaMouse: Urban myth. I ruined that story for all my friends back in high school with one visit to the local library.

I know it's an urban legend. I happen to like it because it's so surreal. A man wearing a bunny costume, wielding an ax. I was aware that the Bunny Man is partially based on true events.

With regard to the dog swallowing burglar fingers, once again I know it's an urban legend. I never said that one was true.


Ah, didn't even notice that you were the one who posted the dog one. Fair enough.

I've grown up in Northern Virginia and still live in Fairfax and even well into adult hood I'm surrounded by people who keep on insisting that the legend of Bunny Man Bridge is real, goddammit! And I don't mean "elements" of the story, I mean the whole slaughtering teenagers/children and stringing them up on the bridge part because why would someone make up something so terrible? So around this time of year I like to dampen the holiday in my own special way.
 
2012-10-31 4:32:22 PM  
My house is 5 years old and we are the 1st family to move into it, no one died in there and it shouldn't be haunted. My wife believes in all sorts of things that I don't, but I don't argue about it. She starts telling me she hears things all the times and to be honest I do too, but I just blow it off because I just don't think a closing door or knocking sound is anything to get upset about.

Till one night we were sleeping. I think this thing wanted me to take it serious and I do now. Middle of the night, we are awoken to a hug crash. We think someone has broken in so I get my gun. I yell down the steps, that I called the cops ( I didn't) and that I have a gun, so if they want to live leave now. I waited up there for about 5 minutes, and all is quiet. So I decide to go make sure all is clear. I finally get to the basement game room and sprawled across the floor are jumbo sized lego style blocks and the box they were in. The thing is, the box was a good 5 feet from where it originally was sitting, on a flat surface, it had to be thrown off of there.

My wife is now completely freaked out, so she calls her friend the next morning to tell her what is going on. This friend is some sort of spiritual cleanser type person, I really have no idea what she is going to do, but I figure it can't hurt. So as my wife calls her, and is describing what has been happening just then one of those punching bag balloons, the kind you hold the string and bounce it off your fist, explodes. It was just sitting there on the floor and it popped just like that. I once stepped on the thing once to try to pop it, and it just squirted out of the side of my shoe and yet somehow it could explode just as my wife was describing the weird stuff going on to this lady.

So now she is terrified and calls me at work ,I leave and come home, as soon as I get in the living room, one of the other kids toys automatically starts making noise and flashing colors.

There was more, but I am not even going to go into that. It freaks me right out to even to think it.


My wife drove that day 2 hours to pick this friend up 2 hours back, so her friend can do her thing, then took her back to her home. As soon as this women walked into our house she started asking my wife questions about our personal lives that she really wouldn't have known about, considering that they were just work friends. But she was right on the money.

She blessed the house, all the windows and door ways and things kind of toned down. But it hasn't stopped.

I have no idea if these things are all related but this isn't the 1st time these things have happened to me.


Before all of this happened I had an experience in a rental house of mine, with witnesses.

And just last year I was renovating another house and had all kinds of freaky shiat going on. The most notably there was, I was painting in the dining room, my brother was painting in one of the upstairs bedrooms. I hear him coming down the steps, and I am expecting him to walk in, I have a dual work light to my back illuminating the wall I am painting, I see a shadow of someone pass, now I turn to look for him but he wasn't there. So I go up stairs and tell him what happened and he said at the same exact time this was going on, he heard the steps too, thought it was me coming into his room where he was painting and actually stepped back from the door so that I wouldn't hit him when I came in, but I never did, because it wasn't me.

That and the night I was working alone, I was in the basement there is a garage through a door and then another garage through yet another door. All of my tools are in this bay, and most are stacked up on a work bench. Anyway, I'm doing my thing in the basement when all of a sudden I just hear the loudest crash. I wasn't scared at all because I knew what it had to be. I haphazardly stacked the tool boxes on the bench and they came down with a terrible noise. I was pissed at myself because I figured I would be spending the next half hour picking up copper plumbing connectors and elbows off the floor.
I walk in there and nothing. Nothing fell, nothing was moved. That's when I got freaked out.
 
2012-10-31 4:35:39 PM  

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...


Just in case you weren't around for the '80s, listen long enough to hear the chorus.
 
2012-10-31 4:35:41 PM  
I am a practical, objective, empirical, and non-romantic person. We had two dogs, a 10 year old border collie mix, smartest dog I've ever had, and her sidekick, a sweet but not brilliant collie mix, 14, and deaf with age. The younger dog was kind of droopy & ailing for a day, so I took her to the vet. She had a ruptured hemangiosarcoma, and she was bleeding out internally. My husband decided to drive into town to take her to the emergency vet to try and transfuse her, etc, since she was such a special dog. I stayed home with the older dog. I was sitting on the couch crying because I was sure the border collie was going to die. The older dog was snoozing on her bed like she did most of the time. About 20 minutes after my husband left, the old dog leaped up, totally alert, ran to the top of the stairs looking over the front entry (typical older suburban split entry house). She barked like someone was at the door, and stood there waving her tail. I went down and opened it, but no one was there. My husband got home about an hour later, and our sick dog had died in the car on the way to the vet, at about the time the old dog had gone to the door. No explanations here, pure observation.
 
2012-10-31 4:38:02 PM  
graceland 2- holly springs mississippi. those who have been there know what i mean.
 
2012-10-31 4:38:27 PM  

somerandomfarkchickgroupie: So I cautiously turned around just to ease the fear and confirm that it was just my imagination, and in the space between the bed and the wall I saw a hand. It was the left hand. It was just sitting there, as if someone was reaching up from under the bed.


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2012-10-31 4:42:57 PM  
When I was a kid I was staying over at friends house who lived way up in the mountains in this incredibly old house (over 100 years and probably should have been torn down years ago) . Being in a new place I couldn't sleep and in the middle of the night decided to go to the kitchen for a glass of water. You had to go through the living room to get to the kitchen. I turned the corner into the living room and noticed the t.v. was on. This was back in the day when you still got the staticy looking white noise screen if there was no programming on that channel. The white distorted screen was on but the volume was turned all the way down. Then I saw it, this was 15 years ago and I have been over what I saw in my head hundreds of times and have no explanation for it. Sitting in front of the screen, enchanted by the white noise was a little creature. It was shaped like a person but at the same time the proportions were all wrong. I estimate it around 2 feet tall maybe. About the size of a large toddler. I remember the clothes looked like rags, like someone had gone out to the barn and taken potato sacks and strung them together. Also I distinctly remember an odor of sulfur. It was like rotten eggs. I kept quiet, mostly out of fear. Something deep inside me knew that I should do my best not to disturb whatever it was. I was probably lucky that it was so enthralled with the t.v. to notice me. I crept back up to bedroom and stayed there for what felt like hours. My curiosity got the best of me so I peeked into the living room one more time and it was still there. This time sitting on it's haunches with one long misshapen finger touching the screen. If I had simply seen it the one time I would say it was my young mind playing tricks my making something laying in the floor in a strange house into a little monster, but seeing it move and seeing it's deformed hand tells me otherwise. It was alive and it wasn't human. I've never told anyone this before because it sounds silly but it still gives me chills to think about. The house was torn down a few years ago and they found an old cellar that didn't know existed and couldn't find an entrance for.
 
2012-10-31 4:44:07 PM  
Skeleton found when historic Conn. tree uprooted
Wednesday - 10/31/2012, 4:52am ET
WTOP

NEW HAVEN, Conn. (AP) - New Haven police say superstorm Sandy has revealed a skeleton beneath the town green that may have been there since Colonial times.

Police spokesman David Hartman says a woman who was with other bystanders looking at a fallen oak tree called police Tuesday after she saw bones in the upturned roots.

-- http://wtop.com/209/3100520/Sandy-unearths-skeletal-remains
 
2012-10-31 4:44:09 PM  
This is a true story, and one that I only hesitantly share. I have only really told it to friends and people at my support group.. It happened in 1991.

I live in Nebraska. When I was about 15, or so, we moved to a tiny town called Beaver Crossing. It was only 350 people, and our local school was twenty miles away and served all grades for kids from probably 8 different towns.
One thing I learned from going from a town 150k to a town 350 was that the rural kids had no idea what a party in a regular city was like, and so they overcompensated like crazy. Always tons of pot booze and sex. Usually out doors with a raging bonfire. Every Friday and Saturday, like clockwork.
Anyway, being the new kid, I had to prove myself. That was actually easy enough, as I had being playing jv Football as a full back for a year already, and had been in the gifted programs in my previous school district. I was fairly athletic and very good at logic skills.
My first day there, the football coach cornered me and demanded I join the team.
I did.
So things got off to a better than expected start. Accepted by nerds and jocks things were good at school.
However, since we all lived so far apart, i never got a chance to hang out with many of them at first. There were only three other kids my age in town, and one was a dyed-in-the-wool atv riding sign-shooting mess of fat, and the other two were the "weird kids".
So I was so excited after a few weeks when the team announced that we would be having a weekend retreat (i.e, crazy party).
I begged and cajoled and was finally given permission to attend the weekend getaway.
It was taking place at a farm near a town called Goehner...and that is where things start to get weird.
See I did not believe in aliens. Or rather, I did, but not Hollywood style aliens. I figured they are out there, but so far away, or it was so long ago we would never know.
One thing I had no idea about was that Nebraska has a long weird history of UFO sightings and abduction cases. Way more than you might expect.
One of the oldest ones goes back more than a century:

"On June 6, 1884, as a band of cowboys rounded up cattle in remote Dundy County, Nebraska, a blazing object streaked out of the sky and crashed some distance from them, leaving (according to a contemporary newspaper account) "fragments of cog-wheels and other pieces of machinery . . . glowing with heat so intense as to scorch the grass for a long distance around each fragment." - Daily State Journal

In the years since my incident, I have discovered that from that first printed mention without fail there is at least one article a year in a major paper detailing something similar.
In fact from what I have read, there were about 100 such reports predating the whole "ufo" thing becoming a popular tall tale.

So back to my story.
Like I said earlier, because they (this was before the internet hit big) lived in such an insular community, they had no idea how to party, and as such, knew how to truly party.
The first day was just us players hanging out playing scratch games and watching college football. That night, every kid within twenty miles showed up at the farm, and they party really began.
Up to that point in my life, i had done a little weed and drank a beer here and there. This, I don't know, Jock-Jamboree was insane. One of the kid's dad apparently muled pot on I-80, and the kid brought a paper grocery sack pretty much filled up with grass. And I could not tell you how much randomly assorted beer cans and liquor bottles these kids managed to get a hold of.
I admit, i went overboard, so maybe what happened was just a fugue dream. I'll probably never know for sure.
Sometime that night, I got into some kinda argument with one of the bigger guys on the team. I can't remember what it was about, all I remember was everybody seemed to back him up. By then, honestly my head was already kinda spinning, so I mollified him and decided I needed a breather. I needed to shiat anyway.
Now even though the host' parents were sure to know what was going on and could easily hear us, we were told we had to use the old outhouse, which for some stupid reason was probably a quarter-mile away near a small tree-lined creek.
It was probably about 11pm, not sure of course, cloudy night in late September or early October. And there I was, high, drunk and trying to not trip on the way to the can.
The first thing odd that happened was I started to see lights in the clouds. They were round and fairly white. There were four of them, and they were doing some kind of formation flying. They looked a lot like when you see spotlights infromt of a business reflecting on and overcast sky.
But, they were way to small to be that kind of light. I shrugged them off, and made my way to the outhouse.
Everything after that point is very hazy.
I remember reaching the outhouse and being confronted by some kind of creature that was standing atop it. It was maybe three feet high and had huge eyes that reflected what little light there was. I took in its appearance in maybe a half-second before i turned to run away. I remember it had really scrawny, almost chicken-like legs and was wearing some kind of winged-helmet and I shiat you not, some kind of feathered cape. I must have startled it, because it began to growl.
It must have had some kind of weapon, because the instant I turned my back on it, I felt something impact the back of my head.
I woke up in a fairly well lit area that smelled like a cross of manure and gasoline, I immediately realized that I was still drunk as hell but that I had been strapped face down to some kind of operating table. I was in some kind of room that was darkened, but I could still see that it had corrugated metal walls. I could feel air currents on my legs and knew I had been stripped from the waist down.
I should point out that I had never seen an alien abduction movie before that point, never read anything about them at all.
The rest was almost too horrible to describe. The aliens and I was certain that was what they were must have had some way of reading my mind. They had taken images from my memories and assumed the identities of people I knew.
I am not sure if it was like in Contact, where they did not want to scare me, or if the intent was to scare me even more.
One by one, about a half-dozen of the aliens cleverly disguised as my teammates, probed me. Probed me over and over, some three times or more while the rest jeered. As I was slowly becoming more sober, grunting from the pain, I realized they the aliens had painstakingly recreated the interior of one of the shed on the farm.
At some point, as I was clearly becoming more aware, the aliens put some kind of mask on me and dragged me through their ship. Apparently having collected whatever data they needed from me.
I remember the calm, analytical part of mind thinking they must breathe some kind of methane, the smell of alcohol was so strong on them.
I remember being stuffed into what I assume was a small shuttlecraft. I could tell from the washboard like sensation of the turbulence. Unfortunately I hit my head on something hard again and blacked out and have no Idea how long the journey back to Earth took.
When I woke to broad daylight, I found that the aliens had left me moreorless safe and sound, sans pants, in the middle of the park of the town I lived in.
To this day I am a true believer in aliens.
 
2012-10-31 4:48:04 PM  

KatjaMouse: Paris1127: KatjaMouse: Urban myth. I ruined that story for all my friends back in high school with one visit to the local library.

I know it's an urban legend. I happen to like it because it's so surreal. A man wearing a bunny costume, wielding an ax. I was aware that the Bunny Man is partially based on true events.

With regard to the dog swallowing burglar fingers, once again I know it's an urban legend. I never said that one was true.

Ah, didn't even notice that you were the one who posted the dog one. Fair enough.

I've grown up in Northern Virginia and still live in Fairfax and even well into adult hood I'm surrounded by people who keep on insisting that the legend of Bunny Man Bridge is real, goddammit! And I don't mean "elements" of the story, I mean the whole slaughtering teenagers/children and stringing them up on the bridge part because why would someone make up something so terrible? So around this time of year I like to dampen the holiday in my own special way.


Here's something interesting: Bunnyman Bridge has its own official website...
 
2012-10-31 4:49:53 PM  

Tharkin: Note--this is longer than I meant it to be. Sometimes I'm a little long-winded. I think it's worth a read though--it's all true and, in my opinion, pretty frigging creepy.


You do realize this is exactly the kind of story someone tells right before they disappear forever or are found dead in some crazy scenario in those same woods, right?

Not to freak you out or anything, but the whole "I'm going to go back next weekend!" after seeing some really creepy shiat is like classic horror story fodder.

The animals acting weird is pretty damn weird, but finding the turkey feathers stuck in the ground (something that doesn't just happen, there's a motivation and an actor involved) -and- a creepy dude nearby being excessively creepy? I'd stay the fark out of those woods man. Even if there's absolutely nothing paranormal going on, that creepy guy wants to use your guts for garters because the tree-fairy he was communing with told him it'd be a good idea. He didn't acknowledge your presence the first time, but he may actually notice you the second time (and be pissed you interrupted whatever the fark crazy shiat he was doing).

The fact this is in the woods behind your house just makes it soooo much worse. I am truly sorry for your lots.

farkrgal: .Until it began to happen over and over..I stayed frozen with fear on my bed, kept my friend on the phone until the sun came up..which is when the door finally stopped moving.


You should probably figure out how to close that particular gateway you opened by bleeding all over an unfinished homemade ouija board. Or at least contact the current owners and find out if any crazy stuff's been going on.
 
2012-10-31 4:53:06 PM  

Paris1127: Here's something interesting: Bunnyman Bridge has its own official website...


I got a little thrill until I looked it over. It's just a bunch of cautionary stuff so you don't get ticketed/arrested/towed or killed while looking for the Bunny Man. Didn't even see the legend on it.
 
2012-10-31 4:53:16 PM  
I was riding to Tucson after seeing a concert in Phoenix about 15 or 20 years ago. Sometime after midnight, but before 2 AM. My friend, who is driving, decides he has to take a piss but doesn't want to just pull off to the side of the road. I wasn't sure why, because there's no one else on the road. I figured he was just being prudent.

We pull off the exit ramp onto the frontage road, and then off into this little vacant lot. Something had been on that spot years and years ago. I assumed an old gas station. There's a heavily cracked and weathered cement slab, evidence that something heavy had been bolted there, etc. There's a signpost but no signage, and any building that might have been there was long gone.

There was a full moon and a few high rolling clouds, a light breeze, otherwise nothing but lots of stars and the sense that no one is around for miles, which was probably accurate. I can hear a slight rustle in the breeze, sort of a metallic sound, like wire clanking against sheet metal. It's only eerie because I can't quite tell where it's coming from, but otherwise no big deal.

Anyway, my friend is some distance away peeing on that concrete slab, and I hear him mutter "this place is f**king creepy" or something to that effect. Then, seemingly from nowhere, this gargantuan metallic grinding noise happens. It's incredibly loud, maybe the loudest noise I've ever heard. I don't even know how other to describe it. It was a huge metallic grinding shriek.

My friend and I both haul ass back to his car. He didn't even have time to pull his pants up. He peals out of there, gets back on the freeway and floors it. Nobody says anything for fifteen minutes or so, and I think all anyone could manage was "What the fark was THAT?!"

If you ask him about that incident, he'll say he doesn't remember.
 
2012-10-31 4:53:25 PM  
One story regarding the abusive stepfather I mentioned
He was 20 years older than my mother..not sure if that`s relevant.. but hey.
While I was growing up he pulled some cruel and unusual shiat on me.
He never 'touched' me persay.. but he would listen to porn full-blast, walk around naked, and steal my underwear, hiding them in his drawer (thats creepy enough right there, eh?)
not only that but he was a disgusting hoarder. our house was a junkyard
(when I got older, instead of keeping my underwear, he started throwing them away..keep that in mind)

Well.. he was diagnosed with cancer a few years ago, and Since my mother was living on my couch, it was only natural that he got taken care of here instead of his junkyard house.
His situation deteriorated and he was confined to a hospital bed.
One day things got really bad, he was comatose..but being sofargone..the hospital and drs told us to just let him die in peace at home.. He was lying on the couch, and my sister cousin Mother and I were all on the porch smoking a cigarette, coming to terms that he was basically already gone (now mind you..unresponsive...comatose) We heard a loud thump and ran inside, he was facedown on the floor, his nose broken, blood pouring everywhere.
Mind you...I hated this guy...so farkiing bad...STILL to this day, i hope his soul rots in eternal hellfire.. i hope hell exists JUST so this freak could suffer eternally.
Well..I was the bigger woman, and me and my family carried him to the hospital bed in our dining room.
My mom (a nurse) hooked up his oxygen, and I`m not gonna lie.. I grabbed the bottle of liquid percoset..because I had a plan of action..
Before he got bad, he began bringing junk into our house. he stole one of the rooms upstairs to hoard his junk in and forced my mom to sleep on the couch.
I knew he was almost gone..so I drank his percoset for energy and went to town, throwing all of his shiat away.. my mom needed her own room.

At about 3 am, I finally had about 10 bags of garbage ready to go out and saw his reflection behind me in the window. a look of fury plastered on his face
I froze in fear..he caught me throwing out his precious junk..i was gonna get beat again, like i had all my life..

But wait? He`s comatose?
it was then I heard the worst sound of my life, some horrifying moaning, absolutely terrifying, almost like the gurgling sound from the grudge.

I went downstairs cautiously..crept into the dining room, and he was there.. the noise was coming from him.. I sat watching him for a few moments until the groaning stopped..
I didnt bother to check the pulse..I knew he was gone.

I went back up to finish cleaning..allowing myself some peace..the asshole was finally gone (trust me..it pains to say that about a death..but you gotta realize what he put me through, especially after losing my dad)

months after he died..my underwear started going missing. My favorite bras..my favorite panties (there ya go boys..you know THAT peaked your interest)
I KNEW i had worn these all after he died..A girl knows those kinds of things

He had a workbench down in the basement, with a trash can next to it.. I was throwing his junk out in the basement one day and went to dump the trashcan..as i was dumping it into a larger bag I noticed some pink satin, and stopped.. I shifted through the trash, and sure enough..all of the underwear that had gone missing were inside his trashcan..
 
2012-10-31 4:53:56 PM  

calm like a bomb: AgentKGB: Enjoy (scary korean comic in english)

That was pretty good.


Pass it along :D

cscanlon7: AgentKGB: Enjoy (scary korean comic in english)

You know, wetting myself at work and screaming like a 10 year old girl wasn't exactly how I envisioned spending my day.


Sorry :(
 
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