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2012-10-31 4:56:35 PM  
echo5juliet - That's quite a tale. I know it was years ago and happened rather quickly, but how were the roadside bandits dressed? What race(s) were they? Did they generally have trimmed or wild hair? Did they have weapons?

It sounds like you didn't slow down much. Why would they break cover if you weren't going to stop - wouldn't it have made more sense for them to just let you pass and not reveal themselves?

Just curious.
 
2012-10-31 5:00:25 PM  
Some years ago, a friend asked me to accompany him to Florida. His elderly mother had just passed, and he was headed there to arrange the funeral and see to her house/affairs/etc. I agreed, feeling it was important that he not have to go through this alone.

When we got to her house, I found out he was planning to sleep in the same guest room he'd always used when visiting her, and that he'd set everything up for me to stay in her old bedroom. Now, I'm pretty easily spooked, so I really really didn't want to sleep in the bed that for all I knew she'd died in. I repeatedly offered to just sleep on the couch, but as I didn't want to upset him further, I finally relented.

So, come nightfall there I am feeling a bit creepy as I get ready to go to sleep. Trying to get over it, I turn off the light and climb into the bed. The bedroom was right in the middle of the house, and had no external windows so it was very, very dark. Maybe a minute later, I become aware of a faint light from the direction of my feet. I sit up, slowly, trying to keep calm - and I see it. The outline of a figure, dark but just slightly illuminated around the edges - not more than a few feet from the foot of the bed. Just hovering there, and I swear to god I could feel it looking right at me.

I knew full well it wasn't my friend, not just because he couldn't have snuck in but also because he was quite a bit larger than the figure. I sat there, not moving. The figure didn't move - just stared, and I stared right back because it was a bit faint in the darkness and god help me I didn't want to lose sight of it.

Finally I decided I had to do...something. So I gingerly slid my legs free of the sheets, and DARTED FOR THE LIGHTS AS FAST AS I COULD,

The lights came on, and I saw it - my own reflection in the mirrored closet door, located just past the foot of the bed. I hadn't been able to tell with the lights on, but the closet light itself had been left on, which provided just enough illumination for me to 'see' my own reflection, staring at myself as I lay in a dead woman's bed.

I was relieved, as you can imagine - but I didn't sleep well afterwards.
 
2012-10-31 5:03:21 PM  
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2012-10-31 5:04:07 PM  
Okay, since someone asked for it, here's the slave cabin story:

I grew up near the Forks of Cypress, outside of Florence, AL, the plantation where Alex Haley's great grandmother, Queen, was born and raised. I read the book Queen when I was fifteen. Once I got my driver's license, I used to drive by from time to time, just because it was neat to see the remains of the plantation house, which was struck by lightning and burned in the 20s, and to see the little slave cabin up next to the road. it used to piss me off that the cabin on the front cover of the book didn't look like the cabin on the plantation.

A year later, my history class took a field trip out there. I was excited, thinking I could finally go inside the cabin. Only when I got there, there was no cabin. I got really upset. It had been there a week ago, after all. Well, it turns out that cabin had burned down five years ago, before I ever went anywhere near the Forks of Cypress. One of my older friends had helped put out that fire. There was nothing left.

I started talking to people, and lots of us had seen the slave cabin more recently than five years ago. one girl claimed to have had a picnic in the cabin within the last two years. My best friend and I decided that if you didn't know it was gone, you could still see it. Being scientifically minded, we decided to test our theory. We brought her boyfriend and his best friend out there, told them to look for something unusual, and drove by three or four times.

Now, the Forks of Cypress is located near what the locals refer to as Ghost Bridge, where all of the little wanna be devil worshippers hung out, and there are all kinds of stories about freaky shiat happening in the neighborhoods out there. I guess my friend and I made it sound like there was a demon or something hanging out in the woods, because the boys were looking for something a little more creepy than a cabin. we told them it was in near the ruins of the house, whatever it was.

After our last pass, we asked what they saw. Her boyfriend replied that he couldn't see anything because of that slave house in the way.


After a general freakout, we drive them back by. This time he couldn't see it. More freakouts commenced. To be fair, my husband (who was the other boy in the car) never saw a damned thing, but my best friend's boyfriend sure as hell saw it, and when we drove back by and it wasn't there, he about lost his shiat.

I still don't know how to explain any of it. I don't believe in ghosts. I'm a scientist. I don't know what the hell happened. All I know is that the cabin burned before I ever caught my first glimpse of it.
TL; Dr: a slave cabin disappeared and reappeared at will.
 
2012-10-31 5:06:23 PM  

AgentKGB: Enjoy (scary korean comic in english)


fark that shiat.

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2012-10-31 5:08:58 PM  
A quick followup to the stepdad-died story... As soon as I clicked 'add comment' my sister came rushing into the house (she works at the funeral home he was laid out in) waking my mother up and asking 'what day did he die?"

I was reading over my post and stopped, looking up at her, like 'what??"
My mom apparently had some form she needed signed by the funeral home, confirming his death.. something to do with the settlement estate..
He died last year...

Not a ghost story...but I`m sufficiently farking freaked out right now! I`m hiding under my covers all day now...
 
2012-10-31 5:11:16 PM  

Bunny Deville: Okay, since someone asked for it, here's the slave cabin story:

I grew up near the Forks of Cypress, outside of Florence, AL, the plantation where Alex Haley's great grandmother, Queen, was born and raised. I read the book Queen when I was fifteen. Once I got my driver's license, I used to drive by from time to time, just because it was neat to see the remains of the plantation house, which was struck by lightning and burned in the 20s, and to see the little slave cabin up next to the road. it used to piss me off that the cabin on the front cover of the book didn't look like the cabin on the plantation.

A year later, my history class took a field trip out there. I was excited, thinking I could finally go inside the cabin. Only when I got there, there was no cabin. I got really upset. It had been there a week ago, after all. Well, it turns out that cabin had burned down five years ago, before I ever went anywhere near the Forks of Cypress. One of my older friends had helped put out that fire. There was nothing left.

I started talking to people, and lots of us had seen the slave cabin more recently than five years ago. one girl claimed to have had a picnic in the cabin within the last two years. My best friend and I decided that if you didn't know it was gone, you could still see it. Being scientifically minded, we decided to test our theory. We brought her boyfriend and his best friend out there, told them to look for something unusual, and drove by three or four times.

Now, the Forks of Cypress is located near what the locals refer to as Ghost Bridge, where all of the little wanna be devil worshippers hung out, and there are all kinds of stories about freaky shiat happening in the neighborhoods out there. I guess my friend and I made it sound like there was a demon or something hanging out in the woods, because the boys were looking for something a little more creepy than a cabin. we told them it was in near the ruins of the house, whatever it was.

After our l ...



most excellent! thanks!!
 
2012-10-31 5:14:02 PM  
Ah, the Camp Timbers stories to tell. Meh, I'll go with this:

When we had our nightly pep meetings, there would be bonfires on each side of the stage up front. As the proceedings wrapped up, I walked past the left bonfire and saw a piece of charred ember that was figure-shaped, a pair of glowing red specs lined up like eyes. I froze and couldn't lift my eyes from it, especially when my cabin counselor got pissed and yelled "Let's go!" As though saying "Go ahead," it suddenly jerked its head to its left. I complied so quick I stumbled over my shoelaces and didn't slow down until at the cabin.
 
2012-10-31 5:14:31 PM  
Some great stories here. Particularly enjoyed Echo5Juliet's, Yuri Futanari's, and that comic AgentKGB linked. Goddamn, that freaked me out.
 
2012-10-31 5:15:11 PM  

Yuri Futanari: This ones a little long but I first read it in one of the previous Fark years Halloween threads and really liked it.

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Russian researchers in the late 1940s kept five people awake for fifteen days using an experimental gas based stimulant. They were kept in a sealed environment to carefully monitor their oxygen intake so the gas didn't kill them, since it was toxic in high concentrations. This was before closed circuit cameras so they had only microphones and 5 inch thick glass porthole sized windows into the chamber to monitor them. The chamber was stocked with books, cots to sleep on but no bedding, running water and toilet, and enough dried food to last all five for over a month.
The test subjects were political prisoners deemed enemies of the state during World War II.

Everything was fine for the first five days; the subjects hardly complained having been promised (falsely) that they would be freed if they submitted to the test and did not sleep for 30 days. Their conversations and activities were monitored and it was noted that they continued to talk about increasingly traumatic incidents in their past, and the general tone of their conversations took on a darker aspect after the 4 day mark.
After five days they started to complain about the circumstances and events that lead them to where they were and started to demonstrate severe paranoia. They stopped talking to each other and began alternately whispering to the microphones and one way mirrored portholes. Oddly they all seemed to think they could win the trust of the experimenters by turning over their comrades, the other subjects in captivity with them. At first the researchers suspected this was an effect of the gas itself...
After nine days the first of them started screaming. He ran the length of the chamber repeatedly yelling at the top of his lungs for 3 hours straight, he continued attempting to scream but was only able to produce occasional squeaks. The researchers postulated that ...


Reavers.
 
2012-10-31 5:15:46 PM  
I like reading these in the dark on Halloween night. I'll be reading a really creepy, really scary story in the dark then there will be a BANG BANG BANG on the front door from trick-or-treaters and I'll scream and jump 4 feet out of my chair. Good times, good times.
 
2012-10-31 5:16:02 PM  

Eddie Ate Dynamite:

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.


We are the current owners..we just moved into a new house a few blocks away. Once my stepfathers estate finalizes we`ll be moving back in. As much as I try to force a scientific outlook of skepticism..sharing all these stories with you has gotten me sufficiently freaked out.. once we move back in I`m tearing up the yard to try to find it and dispose of it properly..
 
2012-10-31 5:19:47 PM  
My absolute favorite thing about Fark
 
2012-10-31 5:22:02 PM  
One more and then I'm done for this year. My Dad... thought it was hilarious, but it kinda creeped me out.

We're driving cross country and stop at a random truck stop/diner to tank up and grab a bite and some much needed coffee. I'm beat, so as we enter the diner, I ask my Dad to order me a coffee; then I go around the outer edge of the restaurant floor to the men's room. I splash some cold water on my face and neck, feeling much better.

I come out of the bathroom, this time crossing directly across the floor to our table. There are two gentlemen - their meal finished, just smoking and finishing up their coffee - conversing at the next table. The one, rather haggard looking, looks up and we make eye contact: his eyes widen and face goes snow white. He jumps up, knocking his chair flying, and does that 'finger pointing thing like in Invasion of the Body Snatchers', while inarticulately blurting out something - loud enough to turn every head in the diner - and then flees for the door. His buddy - also snow white - throws a wad of cash at the table and runs for the door like he's on fire. The whole restaurant is dead silent and looking at me as I sit down to fix/drink my coffee for what felt like a solid minute before gradually resuming their meals and conversations.

My Dad otoh, is trying very hard not to hurt himself by laughing internally. After a few moments he tells me the 'rest of the story'.

He overheard the two gentlemen's conversation: The one guy says: "Man, I had the absolute worst nightmare of my entire life last night. This stranger was in our house, he tied me up and made me watch while he chopped up Maggie and the kids with an axe... before starting on me. It was horrible, I couldn't wake up... OMG! (pointing at me) 'THAT'S THE GUY!"

/really.
 
2012-10-31 5:22:05 PM  
The strangest thing that I've witnessed happened when I was about 9 or 10. My dad and I were just sitting in the living room watching t.v. We had a run of the mill, vase-style lamp that sat on the living room end table, and because it was the middle of the day, it wasn't turned on. Then, the lamp "jumped". Just a little bit, enough for both me and my dad to look at it. Then, it jumped again, this time shattering to pieces. We both looked at each other like, what the hell just happened?! It was pretty freaky. I'm sure there's some sort of explaination for it, but it wasn't that fragile of a lamp. It must have lifted 2-3 inches off the table, and I don't think it was the impact of it falling back down to the table that actually caused it to break.We talked about that for weeks after, trying to figure out what happened.
 
2012-10-31 5:22:06 PM  

farkrgal: We are the current owners..we just moved into a new house a few blocks away. Once my stepfathers estate finalizes we`ll be moving back in. As much as I try to force a scientific outlook of skepticism..sharing all these stories with you has gotten me sufficiently freaked out.. once we move back in I`m tearing up the yard to try to find it and dispose of it properly..


You should do it while hopped up on liquid Percocet and without your underwear.

You know, for science.
 
2012-10-31 5:23:23 PM  
Many years ago, we lived at the end of a long road. It was actually the last house on the left, although that has nothing to do with the story. Previous tenants told us of odd things happening but we didn't believe them. Our disbelief was short-lived.

It began with my four-year-old daughter screaming at something she had seen in the living room. She said it was a black cloud and that it had crossed the room and disappeared into a corner. We dismissed it until my wife's sister visited a few days later. She said the cloud reappeared from the same corner and enveloped her two little girls. Later that same day, my wife saw the cloud come from the corner and wrap itself around her. She said it was suffocating, hot and stank of burning meat. The cloud seemed to only manifest itself around women and girls. Unfortunately for my sons, males were not spared the haunting.

The front door of the old house squeaked loudly and no amount of WD40, graphite, or silicone gel would quiet it. Now, to get the layout of the house, one has to understand that it was built into the side of a hill. The front door faced the West and one would enter there onto the second floor, which is where the living area, dining room, kitchen and bathrooms all were. The bedrooms and laundry room were on the first floor, which could be accessed by the East facing back door.

One night the boys, aged eight and six, heard the front door open so they went to investigate. In the open front door they could see an odd green colored mist. When they went to the door to see where the glow was originating, it disappeared.

Up to this point, I had seen nothing so I was still somewhat skeptical of all these stories. That changed on the last night of the haunting.

We were asleep downstairs, and I was dreaming. I dreamt that I walked into our bedroom, but there was no bedroom furniture there. It was furnished as a living room and on the sofa sat the most beautiful redheaded woman I had ever seen. Now my wife, beautiful in her own right, is a brunette. But in this dream, I knew the redhead to be my wife.

She was crying. She turned and looked at me through blackened, tear-filled and fear filled eyes. I should have had pity in my heart for this woman, but all I felt was rage. She cowered into an arm of the sofa and I started toward her to continue the beating I knew she deserved. It was when I heard a voice that I realized that the dream had been silent up to that point. In my dream I knew that this was because the wife was deaf. The voice I had heard was that of my six-year-old. I turned and looked to the doorway to see my real-life son standing there in clothes I had never seen before. He was wearing black pants and a long-sleeved red pullover shirt. He was soaking wet from head to toe and his skin appeared ashen and lifeless. Again, I felt no love for my family, only a burning rage.

The boy looked up to me and said, "Dad?" He too, had a look of abject fear in his eyes, but he continued, "Dad? Help me!" I turned toward him and raised my clenched fist and struck the child square in the face.

Suddenly I awoke sitting up in bed, my wife sitting up as well, screaming at me, "What the Hell is that?" I then realized that there was a fight going on in the living room above my head. Two men were yelling at each other, throwing furniture around and braking glass. I jumped from my bed and ran upstairs. As my foot fell onto the carpeted hallway of the second story, all was silent.

No one was there. The windows were intact, the furniture upright. But the door stood open shrouded in an iridescent green glow. Drawn, I approached the door and looked out onto the darkened street. There was nothing. All was quiet. I returned to my wife and my room to not sleep. We sat in silence awaiting the dawn.

And dawn did come. As it happened, it was October 31st. I stood on my front porch drinking my coffee, trying to rationalize my dream. And then I heard it. A chill locked into my spine as I heard my six-year-old son say, "Dad?". Scared, I turned and looked down the hill. My son said, "Dad? Help me!" I approached as the boy was using a stick to try to dig something out of the ground. It was a strip of black corduroy. I went to help him, but pulled him away when I saw the flash of white bone. I grabbed my son and ran into the house.

The police dug up the body of the little boy. He was six when he died. He was wearing black corduroy pants and a long sleeved red pullover shirt.

My brother is now a detective on our local police department. Although the have a lengthy file on the boy's father, they remain unable to locate him or his beautiful, deaf, redheaded wife.
 
2012-10-31 5:25:01 PM  
Okay, here is my ouija board story. It's not scary or anything- just a little weird. There were two incidents. The first, my high school friend and I were messing around with her ouija board and it kept just spelling out L-O-V-E over and over again. I figured she was manipulating it but she swore she wasn't and she said I was. I wasn't. I didn't believe her and we decided to stop and do something else. So, fast forward many years later and my then boyfriend and I were messing with a ouija board at a party at friend's house. Again, it just kept spelling out L-O-V-E. I swear to god, I was NOT manipulating that thingy that you rest your fingers on but I was at a loss to explain why the same thing happened on two different occasions with a different participant. Anyway, it wasn't scary like I said- just odd. I haven't tried it again since then.
 
2012-10-31 5:29:47 PM  

elev8meL8r: farkrgal: We are the current owners..we just moved into a new house a few blocks away. Once my stepfathers estate finalizes we`ll be moving back in. As much as I try to force a scientific outlook of skepticism..sharing all these stories with you has gotten me sufficiently freaked out.. once we move back in I`m tearing up the yard to try to find it and dispose of it properly..

You should do it while hopped up on liquid Percocet and without your underwear.

You know, for science.


Bwahahaha...I applaud you good sir!
 
2012-10-31 5:44:16 PM  
This thread is already way better than last year's. I've accomplished absolutely nothing at work today.

I have another story that I cannot explain. It was my first year in college, living in the dorms.

My roommate and I had/have known each other since kindergarten. One night, we were laying in our beds (our beds ran the length of the walls opposite one another) talking about nothing in particular. There was a long bookshelf that ran on the wall behind our heads and was of course packed full of our books and notebooks. We run out of conversation steam and are about half-asleep when my roommate's white binder goes FLYING out of the bookshelf. (It was one of those "flimsy" binders; not a "hard-back" binder.) It snaps us both awake and my roommate shakily asks, "Did you see that?"

I flew out of bed and turned the light on. The binder was laying in the middle of the room, face up. Me, being the Science One, tried to rationally explain that it had just fallen out of its place. I asked her where the binder lived on the bookshelf. It lived in between her (hard-back) Biology book and (hard-back) Poli Sci book. I tried to replicate it to death, but without success.

It was only until the next day when we were discussing it at the cafeteria that my roommate said she was awake when it happened. "It didn't slide like you said. It came out of the shelf like you would pull it out to use it or something. Then it went flying." I was skeptical, but the look in her eyes when she relayed what she saw bothered me.

I'll admit, it kinda creeped me out but I figured there had to be an explanation. Our next door neighbors were over later that night (we all had the same giant Bio class) and we were taking a big online quiz together. We were talking at a normal level, taking turns looking up answers and answering questions. About halfway through the quiz, we hear four heavy bangs on the ceiling. I'll never forget what time it was, 11:37pm. My farking heart stopped, especially since my bed was next to the window.

We lived on the top floor of our dorm.
 
2012-10-31 5:47:32 PM  
A few years ago I was tasked with cleaning the administration offices of the local airport. It was nothing hard, just cleaning bathrooms, vacuuming carpets, dusting, and other things. One night I was vacuuming and I heard a whisper. "Hey!" I turned off the vacuum and looked around. Nobody else was there. I shrugged it off, thinking I sucked up something in the machine, or maybe I was hearing things. As I turned around to turn the vacuum back on I heard laughing in the distance. So I looked around again, still nobody there. One last time I tried to continue working, and I heard laughing again, but it was right behind me. I could feel the breath on my neck. I looked around again and I was still the only one there. So I got the hell out of there. It took me half an hour to get the courage to go back and finish vacuuming.
 
2012-10-31 5:54:06 PM  
I've got other stories from my teen years/early college.

Grew up in Westland, MI. We had a good amount of stuff around to creep people out during the Halloween season. The Denton road bridge, the reflector house, Eloise asylum tunnels before they built a golf course over a large part of the property, the apartment complex pool built in/on an old Indian burial site along Wayne road near joy road.

I had a wealth of stuff to creep myself and friends out with.
 
2012-10-31 5:56:06 PM  
What's it gonna take for MeowSaysTheDog to tell us a Halloween story?
 
2012-10-31 6:01:10 PM  

Wasn't Looking at his Neck: Ah, the Camp Timbers stories to tell. Meh, I'll go with this:

When we had our nightly pep meetings, there would be bonfires on each side of the stage up front. As the proceedings wrapped up, I walked past the left bonfire and saw a piece of charred ember that was figure-shaped, a pair of glowing red specs lined up like eyes. I froze and couldn't lift my eyes from it, especially when my cabin counselor got pissed and yelled "Let's go!" As though saying "Go ahead," it suddenly jerked its head to its left. I complied so quick I stumbled over my shoelaces and didn't slow down until at the cabin.


My parents sent me to this crappy Mormon summer camp when I was ten. I wasn't even Mormon. They just wanted me the fark out the house. I guess I don't blame them.

Anyway, when I get to my cabin, there's no mattress on the bunk, just exposed chains and springs. So the counselor said to go to another cabin and grab a mattress from someone else's bunk. They were really thin mattresses, like something you'd see on a futon or in a crib. It didn't seem like too weird a request, so I just ran with it.

This camp is pretty spread out, there's quite a distance between cabins. And after having visited many cabins and finding them to be primarily used as storage, I was forced to return without a mattress.

When I get back to my cabin, it's deserted. Much to my terror, the entire camp is deserted. I mean, the whole place. No counselors, no kids, no one in the mess hall, down at the stables, or anything.

So I set off into the woods, looking for them. The sun went down a few minutes after I left camp.

At times, I could see what seemed like firelight coming through the woods. it was accompanied by chanting. Assuming it was a sign of civilization, I kept trying to get to it. None of the paths seemed to go in that direction, and getting there "as the crow flies" was no option either because the brush was too thick. So I kept walking.

By this time, it is quite dark, and I hear tires crunching on the path behind me. It's a pickup truck with what I assume to be a small family inside. They stop, and I told them I was lost from what I presume to be some kind of phantom summer camp. They have never heard of the camp, which only confirms my suspicions - but they can drive me to the Ranger Station.

The Ranger Station was vacant. So, I went walking again. At this point I don't know how far I got away from this damn camp.

At this point, my strategy seems to be: occupy a piece of high ground on a ridge, from which point I can scout light sources in the distance, assuming one of the light sources must be the camp. Check them off as I go. They are pretty spread out.

One was a camper with the door open. It sounded like some guy was in there wacking off to an episode of The Honeymooners. I knew better than to go knocking on that one, so I just hiked back to the ridge and tried again.

After a long night of this surveillance, I eventually came across a lantern lighting a sign that pointed in the direction of the summer camp. I came back into camp as the sun was rising.

Turns out the reason the camp had appeared vacant was because when I was out looking for a mattress, that's when they had gone to the campfire rally. That was the chanting and glow that was coming from somewhere deep in the trees. They were able to do this in such a way that I never knew they left. When they came back, they realized they were short one camper. They were pretty mad, kept talking "lawsuit" and "liability" and "catastrophe insurance" and shiat like that.

So, a really creepy experience had a totally un-paranormal cause and resolution.

The giardiasis I contracted that week was much worse. I lost like ten pounds.
 
2012-10-31 6:03:43 PM  
I got a story in me for the holiday season:

In 2006, I got a work-study job at Daemen College (now my alma mater) in one of the halls across campus. I was assigned to do design and secretarial work inside Curtis Hall; a large, stately-looking place. My temp office was upstairs overlooking a good amount of the campus, and had quite a few amenities in it for something as simple as an office. (bathtub, shower head, etc)

During my stints at the office, I've noticed creaking and sounds of footfalls around the office. Hardly anyone came up there to check up on me, and mostly they did their checking in via the phone in the office. Hearing that every once in a while did weird me out quite a bit. But I tried to shrug it off and keep plugging away at it.

One day, I felt a hand on my shoulder while I was typing away. I turned towards where I felt the touch, but there wasn't anyone there. Sufficiently weirded out, I went downstairs to speak to the head secretary. I told her about what happened and asked if anyone had been upstairs a short while ago. She shook her head and said no one has been up that way except for me. I went back upstairs again, and this time, the window was left wide open. This wouldn't be that big of a deal, but the window was tightly shut when I first came upstairs. When it was finally time for me to leave, I made it back towards the Art Department where my friends were. I told them where I came from, and some made a face at me.
"You took a job there?," they asked.
"Yeah..?"
"You know that place is haunted, right?"

So I go to look it up, and Curtis Hall is haunted by two brothers that had a fight, and simultaneously hung themselves in their separate rooms. One of the rooms that the brothers died in was the office I was working in.

/css
//may follow up with another, but gotta keep workin'
 
2012-10-31 6:11:52 PM  

Gonz: I have nothing to contribute, other than to say that this is probably my favorite thread of the year, and thanks to all who tell their tales.


Seconded. One of the best things about Halloween.
 
2012-10-31 6:12:12 PM  
I just remembered a sleep paralysis bit that was actually the culmination of a nights worth of freakiness.

My girlfriend (now wife) and I were walking back from the cafe up the hill to my dorm room at Michigan Tech, chatting about the day's events. All of a sudden she stops, and stares at the bushes near the building, and turns very, very white. I turn to look but she just tells me to run.

When we get inside, she stops and says she saw a black shadow and two yellow eyes staring out at us. I'm skeptical, but she insists. She then relates a story from when she was growing up in Oregon, and the place her mom and step-dad built a house together. It was parceled up from an old farmstead, and the previous owner's mother or someone had grown up in a house there, but the house burned down a long, long time ago.

She and her friend where dabbling in witchcraft one fall, and both started noticing some freaky things happening. Just noticing stuff out of the corner of your eyes for the most part. One evening, though they were goofing off outside when they saw a black cloud hanging over the burn pile. Not smoke coming from it, but a cloud, just hanging there.

The cloud then started to move towards them, and they bolted back inside to her house, and they never dabbled in the occult again.

Back to Michigan. She said that same cloud is what was looking at her that night, 2000+ miles away from where she had first seen it.

Sufficiently freaked out now, we managed to somehow get to sleep. Unfortunately for me, I was also sleep deprived, a nice trigger for my night terrors.

As I fell asleep, I turned to on my side to face her, but her back was too me. Almost immediately her back opened up into a mass of smokey tendrils and tentacles reaching out for me, with a screaming, soot covered face looking directly at me. I couldn't scream, just barely eek out a terrified moan, then I snapped awake, and finally screamed as I pushed her away.

She was of course really freaked out and said she had never heard a human being make a noise as terrifying as what I made before I woke up. I told he what I saw, which only served to freak her out even more. We did manage to get to sleep though.

As I said, night terrors have long been a problem for me. The first one I remember was of a little troll hand puppet dancing and terrifying me at the side of my bed.

Another one when I was much older was where I kept having them that particular night for some reason, and every time I'd fall asleep I seemed to end up walking through flesh covered, bleeding halls with imps and demons taunting me, while a low demonic laugh echoed through the air. I remember finally saying the Lord's Prayer and the laugh was replaced with my voice(there might have been a woman's scream and rumbling as I spoke it), and my voice echoed through the halls then, repeating the Lord's Prayer over and over and over, and all the creatures vanished, with my echoed voice raising in volume to a point so loud it hurt my ears. I woke up again, but was able to get to sleep finally.

I've been able to avoid them recently for the most part, with my wife waking me before they get to bad. Apparently I start to thrash and whimper and she wakes up and then wakes me up. Knowing what is happening doesn't help beyond the realization that I am not cursed or haunted, just something screwy with my brain chemistry. Doesn't make the instances any less terrifying though, especially when I know what's coming.
 
2012-10-31 6:28:45 PM  

I should be in the kitchen: Something my dad told me: the night my sister died and during the two nights before, their dog started acting really odd in the middle of the night. She (the dog) was awake, panting heavily, pacing around and in general acting really restless and wouldn't calm down. Totally out of character; she's never done that before and hasn't done it since. I've heard amazing stories of animal intuition so I'm inclined to believe she sensed *something* was up but didn't understand what.


One day I was walking my BIG lab (100+ pounds) past a house with two dominant shepherds. Normally they are tied, and just bark like beasts. On the few occasions they've been loose, they've been very agressive and mean to my dog. I noticed they were loose this day, and tried to turn around and walk the other way, but they saw us and came tearing down the driveway towards me and my dog. I was very concerned, and didn't think it was going to end well. I stood tall and tried to put on my calm-assertive face, but I was worried. They got to us at a full run, but as soon as they reached my dog, they calmed right down. They each in turn sniffed his butt, touched noses with him, held eye contact for a minute, and walked away. This was extremely abnormal for them - I've never not seen them agressive. Hmmmm, I thought, maybe you're finally getting some respect int he neighborhood.

My dog had a massive stroke that night and died. They knew, and were saying goodbye.
 
2012-10-31 6:29:10 PM  

pkellmey: On weekends during the high school years in the 1980s, my brother and his friends would go for very long drives on every country road or dirt track he could find in southern Illinois and Missouri to listen to road music and kill time. One afternoon, they were more than a half hour away from the nearest small town, driving down a single lane dirt road owned by the county, with tall corn stalks on either side of the road. A man in a dark black suit and dark sunglasses suddenly stepped out of the corn on the side of the road about 100 yards in front of them and just stood into the middle of the road, facing them. As they got closer, they saw that he held a shotgun in front of him pointing at the sky. Freaked out, but curious teens, they quickly slowed to a stop in front of him. The man looked closely at the car, then walked around to the open driver side window. He looked toward the back of the car and the teens looked in the rearview mirror to see two similarly dressed and armed men step out from corn fields on either side of the road just behind the car and just stood there behind the car. The man at the window leaned over and looked in the car and asked in a casual tone, "Do you kids know where you are?" The teen driver quickly said, "No, sir." The man instructed, "Then why don't you just turn around and drive away. Pretend you never saw us here." The man nodded to the other men, who then stepped back on either side of the road and the car backed up and turned around. The driver floored it and went back the way they came. In the rearview mirror they watched as the men stepped back onto the road until the car was nearly out of sight and then they stepped back into the cornfields. Over the next few weeks, the teens asked around about the area from the locals, but everyone else who had driven the road had no idea what they were talking about. To this day they have no idea what was going on.


My father was a reporter/editor for the Associated Press. He covered the Freeman standoff here in Montana. One day he was with a photographer from Salt Lake taking pictures near the standoff. They stopped in front of a big puddle in the road, using it as an excuse to get out and look around. Suddenly a car pulled out in front of them and another behind them, blocking the road. A bunch of Freemen got out with their rifles and told them that they were trespassing (they weren't) and they could be arrested. The Freemen never pointed their rifles at Dad and the photog, but the photog freaked right the Hell out. Dad struck up a conversation with one of them, who was from Texas, like my Dad. They ended up going into town and chatting over coffee at a diner. Dad is pretty cool.
 
2012-10-31 6:34:55 PM  
I posted this one a couple of years ago, this was me and this is how I remember it. I haven't had anything similar happen in the meantime, and it's been decades since I was a kid.

This dates back to when I was probably in the 3-5 year old range, and we lived in the Chicago area. (coincidentally we were about 10 blocks away from John Wayne Gacy's place).

I remember waking up in the middle of the night for some reason, I didn't have to use the bathroom nor was I immediately afraid (there's a reason I used immediately). As I laid in the room, I began to feel uneasy. Again, no reason for it that I could understand, just a general feeling of malaise. After a little bit of this my brave soul decided to head to my parents bedroom. Our rooms were at the end of a lengthy hallway, with the doors just across from each other. The hallway started out in our living room area, which was well lit that night from moonlight. You could not see that window from the hallway, nor were there any other windows or mirrors visible from my view (that part is quite relevant to the story).

I opened my bedroom door, and just poked my head out of the door to look down the hallway and towards the living room. In a scene more reminiscent of Looney Toons, a figure at the opposite end of the hallway leaned out, basically mimicking my movement. I leaned back into my room, not quite believing what I'd seen.

The figure looked almost two dimensional, and had been a solid black, almost like a cardboard cutout. It had been a little taller than myself as I remember, and it looked like it was wearing a bowler derby to boot.

I leaned out again, and again my cardboard cutout friend leaned out at his end of the hallway.

This was enough to finally scare me, and I made the decision to leap across the hall and get into my parents room.

I did, fumbling with the door and watching down the hallway the entire time for the figure...

I saw nothing at all.

Firmly inside my parents room, I leaned back out one last time to check the hallway. The figure was back, and on the same side of the hallway I was on now.

That was enough for me, I shut the door and piled under the covers with my parents.

Never saw/dreamed or heard about anything like that until about 9-10 years ago...

I was driving back from work quite late one evening and I couldn't find anything on the radio. I was ready to turn it off, when I found Art Bell's show on AM. Figuring any noise is better than nothing, I left the show on to hopefully get some laughs. They had a segment come up talking about "shadow people" and this jarred loose the aforementioned memory of mine. It was enough to get me online to look at some of the drawings that had been sent it. Several had their shadow figures wearing the bowler derby style just like I remembered...
 
2012-10-31 6:36:50 PM  
OK, a few more from the house.

Backstory: Lived in an old house (1895) sister and I both had rooms in the third floor, the attic. There were three rooms up there, and one was empty.

Early one morning, I was awakened, by someone calling my name, very loudly from the third room. I had no idea who it was, it was a voice I had never heard before. My sister confirmed she heard it too, and I asked here where it sounded like it came from, and she said (exactly as I had heard) "From the other room, but it sounded like it came out of a bubble in the air". And thats what it sounded like, a disembodied voice, that materialized out of the air.

One morning, my mother was sitting at the kitchen table, and saw a young man pop his head around the corner of the door to the diningroom, and run his fingers through his hair. She thought it was one of us kids (I had 2 brothers). Except, she got up to look, and there was nobody there.

My mother was away for the weekend, and us kids did what most teenagers do when they have the house to themselves, and that's have friends over for a party. A girl went to use our bathroom, and as she turned to close the door, she says there was an old woman, standing right there in the hallway. She claims she just said "go away" and shut the door on her.

Another friend of mine saw an old woman in the third room in the attic.

The puzzle piece:

Nopw this one, I can't get my head around, is it paranormal or just some random person playing a joke.
My mother liked to do jigsaw puzzles, and she once bought a 1000 piece "Wheres Waldo" puzzle. Upon completing it, there was a piece missing. My mother went nuts looking for it. The puzzle sat there for weeks, unfinished. We even went and bought another of the same puzzle to take the missing piece from it, however, the puzzles were cut like on a mirror image, so the piece wasn't the same.
My mother completed the second puzzle, and they sat in the dining room for a few weeks. One day I came home, and my mother asked "When did you leave"? I told her, and she says, well, then there was nobody in the house. Except, the missnig puzzle piece had been inserted into the incomplete puzzle, while the house was empty.


There's more, but I haven't lived there in almost 20 years, and I will need to think again.
 
2012-10-31 6:48:12 PM  

namegoeshere: One day I was walking my BIG lab (100+ pounds) past a house with two dominant shepherds. Normally they are tied, and just bark like beasts. On the few occasions they've been loose, they've been very agressive and mean to my dog. I noticed they were loose this day, and tried to turn around and walk the other way, but they saw us and came tearing down the driveway towards me and my dog. I was very concerned, and didn't think it was going to end well. I stood tall and tried to put on my calm-assertive face, but I was worried. They got to us at a full run, but as soon as they reached my dog, they calmed right down. They each in turn sniffed his butt, touched noses with him, held eye contact for a minute, and walked away. This was extremely abnormal for them - I've never not seen them agressive. Hmmmm, I thought, maybe you're finally getting some respect int he neighborhood.

My dog had a massive stroke that night and died. They knew, and were saying goodbye.


Oooh. Omph. That just broke my heart. I've seen quite a few instances of the same sort so know exactly what you're talking about... but can't quite bring myself to share any of them (crying too hard). I'm sorry about your boy.

/Good dog
 
2012-10-31 6:51:39 PM  
You know that guy in the horror movies who is sure the strange noises outside have a perfectly harmless and rational explanation, so he goes out to investigate, and is the first one killed? Yeah, that'll be me if I ever manage to encounter a real-life horror scenario... Luckily, so far they've all been duds!

One time in probably the 7th or 8th grade, I'm invited over to a Halloween party at some girl's place, along with several other kids... Now, believe it or not, she actually lives in a cemetery! No, I'm serious... To get to her house, you actually had to drive through the local cemetery, and from her house you could look out and see gravestones... So, yeah, it was a naturally scary kind of place... (But, I bet her parents got a great deal on the place!) So, I'm dropped off at the place by my grandmother who agrees to come get me in several hours... I go in and there are probably about 6 other kids there total, mostly girls with a couple of other boys... We start watching horror movies, of course, because the place isn't scary enough on its own! Everyone is having fun being faux-frightened... Until... We start hearing these strange noises outside... At first, we think maybe it's some kind of animal... Then, we hear banging on the side of the house, and occassionally tapping on the windows... The girls are all going ape-shiat, and the other boys are not looking much calmer... But, I suddenly knew exactly what it was: a friend of mine named Scott, who I knew was also invited and hadn't yet arrived! This was exactly the sort of thing he'd find hilarious to do... I told them that's definitely what it was, but no one was buying it... They were just too freaked out... I said I'd prove it was Scott by going outside and finding him and dragging his ass inside... They begged and pleaded for me to stay the hell away from the door... I just thought they were all being ridiculous, so I headed for the door anyway... They continued begging and pleading for me not to open the door... I laughed and opened the door... They screamed and ran into the other room... I walked out and standing just outside the door, of course, was Scott with a shiat-eating grin on his face! They were all pissed at him, of course, but I think they were actually even more pissed at me for actually opening that damn door, despite my being right! If they had their way, they would've spent the rest of the night cowering inside, ingnoring his eventual inevitable knocks on the door... Which, in hindsight I realize is probably a just punishment for him: standing around in a cold cemetary in the middle of the night, banging futilely on a door!

I've pulled similar shiat in other creepy situations over the years too, and of course it's always nothing... But, one of these days, I'm going to open a door and a homicidal maniac in a hockey mask is going to cut my head off with a chainsaw, or something...
 
2012-10-31 6:56:08 PM  

namegoeshere:
My dog had a massive stroke that night and died. They knew, and were saying goodbye.


Dusty in here all of a sudden.

/Goes off to hug my dog.
 
2012-10-31 6:59:44 PM  

Tired_of_the_BS: One more and then I'm done for this year. My Dad... thought it was hilarious, but it kinda creeped me out.


That dude probably still tells that story. But from his point of view obviously. "And then the guy from my dream walked out of the bathroom just as calm as you please and stopped right in front of me in a dead stare. I'll never forget his face for as long as I live. I went home as fast as I could and sat up all night with the wife and kids and my shotgun. Almost shot the damn dog when he surprised me at the door."
 
2012-10-31 7:02:55 PM  
1) Glad to see some people here still post some personal stories, instead of urban legends/poems/whatever we've all seem a million times.

2) I remember once, years ago, hearing an album that was Poe's work set to 80's style rock...spooky as hell, that version buried behind a wall still sticks with me, but I have never been able to find it. Anyone else have a clue where that might be from? My dad had it, but has totally forgotten the album...though for all I know maybe I dreamed it up...
 
2012-10-31 7:09:47 PM  

Kyndig: 2) I remember once, years ago, hearing an album that was Poe's work set to 80's style rock...spooky as hell, that version buried behind a wall still sticks with me, but I have never been able to find it. Anyone else have a clue where that might be from? My dad had it, but has totally forgotten the album...though for all I know maybe I dreamed it up...


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2012-10-31 7:12:17 PM  
This happened to a family friend. Not a ghost story, just horrifying.

She was 22 years old, first year nursing student in northern Arizona traveling to Tuscon to visit family. Traveling across the desert at night with a clouded over sky. The highway had one other car on it that she could see. The car came from behind very fast and went around her and then cut back in front of her, cutting her off. Seconds later the car swerves suddenly. She sees "something". Bam, she hits it. No brakes, just blasted whatever it was at 70mph. It breaks her windshield and right front light. She slams on the breaks. No idea what she hit at first and where it ended up, so she didn't move the car after it stopped. The other car never stops. She immediately calls 911, they tell her she needs to see if someone is hurt. She gets out and looks around, it is very dark, with the clouds and being in the middle of the desert it was about as dark as it gets outside. She has no flashlight. She is using her cell phone to see. She heads back in the direction of the collision, further from the one working headlight. She sees what she hit. An old man is lying on the ground, body so broken it barely looks human. He isn't dead. It is dark, she is alone miles from anything, and there is a man who came from nowhere and is now dying in the road. In the dark she starts to perform first aid. He is covered in blood and soon so is she. By the end she even performs mouth to mouth recitation on him as he is coughing up blood. By the time police get there, he is dead and she is alone in the dark crying, covered in blood.

/Took a little time but she came out ok, one tough girl.
// He was a mentally ill man and no one knows how he got out in the middle of no where.
 
2012-10-31 7:15:26 PM  
This my mom's story, but I'll share. Shortly after I was born, my parents bought an old Victorian house for next to nothing, which was all they could afford at the time. The house was a former church parsonage and must have been spectacular in its heyday, but had sat vacant for several years.

The window over the kitchen sink overlooked our backyard and several acres of wild prairie land. Now and then when my mom was washing dishes, she'd see a little girl of about 6 or 7 playing around our old crab-apple tree, which was not unusual except that my mom knew all the kids in the neighborhood and practically raised half of them. After this happened a few times, my mom began calling out to the little girl, but she never responded. A few times, Mom would call one of us kids over to the window, but we never seemed to catch a glimpse of the little girl and when we'd go out to look, no one was around.

I don't think we made too much of it, as it was a small rural town and kids came and went as they pleased in those days. Years later, I was exploring deep inside the closet/crawlspace which fit under the slanted roof of my bedroom and found some old photos and a church calendar from 1908 or 1918, if I remember correctly. When I showed my mom, she was kind of "Hmm...that's nice dear", but being the pest I was, I insisted she stop what she was doing and look at my treasure. When she came to the calendar, I saw a look of shock pass over her face. The top part of the calendar was a picture of the girls' choir and she said "That's the little girl in the yard!...Oh, no!", but she quickly recovered and said it must have been the little girl's grandmother or other relative.

I knew she didn't really believe that and I, fancying myself a junior Nancy Drew, was determined to get to the bottom of it. I got a notepad and started going around to the houses of all the old people in the neighborhood. Most of them indulged me, but claimed to know nothing of who the little girl was (I left out the part about my mom seeing her for reasons I'll explain in a moment.) One old lady was VERY unsettled by my questions and refused to look at the picture on the calendar, but finally couldn't avoid it. She glanced at it and then practically shoved me out the door. Naturally I thought "A-ha!" and went home to beg for a ride to the library, only to find out I was already in trouble for making a nuisance of myself.

So, eventually I let it drop because in those pre-internet days, all I had to go on was eavesdropping or poring over the microfiche at the library in the next town. The old lady who'd reacted so strongly had a common last name and I couldn't seem to dig up any scandals related to the family, at least none that had made the paper.

Many, many years later, while doing some genealogy research, I came across a website which mentioned the unsolved disappearance of a six-year-old girl in my tiny rural town. The website tried to connect it to a series of grisly murders which occurred in a larger town a few years later. I called my mom, who, instantly furious, said "One has nothing to do with the other! There are still people in this town who know damned well what happened to that poor little girl." She refused to elaborate, but now I knew she knew a hell of a lot more than she was saying.

I've continued to piece together bits of the story over the years (enough to guess at what might have happened to the little girl), but perhaps what matters most is that my mom is what used to be called "fey" - that is, she always saw things and knew things other people didn't. Maybe she just had a highly developed sense of woman's intuition. Maybe it's because she's Irish as hell and there were a lot of superstitions which played a large part in her childhood, I can't say. It was and is common knowledge, yet never spoken of. I do know she planted a yellow rosebush on the spot where she used to see the little girl, and nothing else for fifty yards around.
 
2012-10-31 7:18:01 PM  
Hello all, breaking my commenting cherry to join this Thread of Threads.

1. I grew up near a long-unused cemetary, where I'd sometimes walk with the dogs to generally run around and be a kid. To get there you walked through an office park that always seemed to be empty, then shimmied through a hole in a chain link fence and walked down a small gravel road. I'd been tons of times, never saw or felt anything out of the ordinary. If anything, I was worried about various living creeps who might be lurking nearby, as it was near a freeway overpass that ran over some train tracks, which is why I always took our dogs; they were mutts, but they were huge, brave, and protective. One afternoon when I was probably about 11, I took a friend there. She had one of those little disposable cameras, so we spent some time taking pictures and hanging around. As we're leaving, both dogs keep nosing us forward impatiently. We get about halfway down the gravel road when my friend realizes that she forgot her camera. So we turn around, and the dogs start whining. I'm petting one of the dogs to calm him down, when my friend stops and starts swatting my arm to get my attention. She's got a look of terror plastered on her face and she's pointing. I follow her gaze and see a man walking down the road, away from us. Instantly, for some reason, I get that cold weight in the gut, and I can't move. He's dressed to the nines; fancy blue pinstriped suit, shiny shoes, perfect hair, the works. He's more sauntering than walking, like he was just out for a stroll. The dogs stop whining; in fact, they both stood in front of us and weren't even panting anymore, just staring right alongside us. We watch him stroll for a bit more, when he stops. He seemed to be lifting his face to the sky for a moment, then cocked his head. For a terrifying moment, I wondered if he was going to turn around and look at us. My friend must've been thinking the same thing, because she grabbed my arm and we tore out of there, the dogs close behind. We never looked back. I lost touch with my friend after high school, but she always refused to talk about it after that.

Bonus unintentionally amusing video of the place: Linky


2. Not so much scary as oddly comforting: one of my first jobs was helping out around the office of a landscaping company. The owner was a nice middle aged lady; I didn't know too much about her life, but there always seemed to be sadness about her. From the other workers, I'd learned that in the span of eight months, she lost her husband, her only brother, and both parents. Then one year after THAT, her son was killed by a drunk driver. She overheard a worker telling this story and came in to say that that's why she'd started a landscaping business, so that living things "would stop dying on her". I learned that her son's name had been Darren.
Around the time of Darren's birthday, she would seem more down than usual. One day around the kid's birthday, I was working with her in the office and another worker when one of the fake plants in the corner started shaking. Neither of us paid much mind, as such things happen because of the AC, etc. But suddenly it starts shaking violently. All three of us kind of look at each other, when the other worker says, "Hi, Darren", after which it stops. She seemed to cheer up considerably after that.
 
2012-10-31 7:18:51 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.


If you stop fighting it, you pretty much just go right to sleep. It's definitely the easiest way to get out of it. Of course, like everyone else, I've had my fair share of SP related spookiness. The really strange thing is that when it first started happening, I was in the middle of (somewhat successfully) learning how to lucid dream. Sleep paralysis is what would happen when I just barely missed the mark for lucid dreaming. I gave up trying after that, and it took a few years for the sleep paralysis to (mostly) stop.
 
2012-10-31 7:23:15 PM  

FTDA: 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 ...


Ha, ha, The course is "don't turn around" by Ace of Base. Those are the right words, and they are pretty much toneless and inflectionless....but they do sound female. The voice I heard was genderless. It never happened again, and it was real enough that I obayed it. But also my "ace of base" didn't hurt so I don't think it was the ol anal canal rape.
 
2012-10-31 7:32:39 PM  
Not related to the house I grew up in, just another odd story.

Bear in mind, I am a skeptic, atheist, rational person. I will always try to find the ordinary in the supernatural, so I guess most of these stories, and the reason I tell them is to point out how coincedes work.

Ok, Buckout road.

I grew up in the NYC suburbs of Westchester county. My firends had told me of a road in White palins, called "Buckout road" where there lived a secret society of albinos. No shiat, it seems albinos make everythign creepy. Anyways, there story was that there were X's drawn on the road, and if your car hit three of them, your car would break down, and albinos, or spirits or whatever would come out of the woods and get you. This had to be about 1992-93 or so. So, my friends are in one car, my GF and another friend in my car, and they are leading, I had never been there.
Immediatly upon hitting the road, I see them swerve. they were avoiding an X. I hit it, and laughed, and kept driving.
Thy're flying now, and i am trying to keep up (it;s a 2 lane, windy road with only like a few streetlights) I see them swerve again, and bam, I hit the next X, I laugh and announce the car is soon going to break down and we'll be consumed by albinos! All of a sudden, I see my friends car slam the brakes. I slam mie as well, to my horror, a car had pulled ou tof a driveway, and blocked th road. I pretty night guy, who I can only describe as a "guido" ( he was wearing those pajama type weightlifter pants that guidos wore int he 90's) jumps out of the car and runs to my friends window, Screaming "WHAT THE ^**(%^ are you doing driving down this road, where are you going, why are you here?" he then runs to my car, and I am at the point now, where I am like, oh snap, it looks like we have a confrontation I lower my window, same questions from him, I just told him I was lost, and following my friend. He then screams for us the "GET THE &*&$(*& OUT OF HERE" and we did.
We drove abotu 1/2 mile down the road, when I realized, the radio in my car wasn;t working, neither was the heat, or the turn signals. Lol, the X' got me! It was weird though, the car was 4 years old, and I had bnever had an issue like that. So, we went to a local diner and I was all set to satrt pulling fuses to check them, but immediately after resarting the car, everything worked.

I have another story about that road as well. It's forthcoming...
 
2012-10-31 7:34:18 PM  
 
2012-10-31 7:38:06 PM  
meh, any way to edit your posts after you post them, or are we relying on the "preview" button? I hate my typos.
 
2012-10-31 7:41:06 PM  

tripleseven: told me of a road in White palins...where there lived a secret society of albinos.


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2012-10-31 7:44:26 PM  

elev8meL8r: tripleseven: told me of a road in White palins...where there lived a secret society of albinos.

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2012-10-31 7:46:08 PM  
Not scary, but true and absolutely hilarious.

My aunt is a cat person, but my uncle is not. He hates the fur, the attitude and especially the cat box smell. As a compromise, my Aunt agreed that the cat was not allowed in the bedroom and that every morning, evening and night she would scoop the cat box. She kept a stock of plastic grocery sacks for this purpose, and thrice daily she would scoop the poop, dump it in a sack, tie the sack in a knot and deposit it in a box outside the front door, which was taken out with the trash every week (or three).

They had plans one Halloween night and they forgot to leave a bowl of candy out for the kiddos.

As they drove up their street that night, the headlamps played across indeterminate light colored debris in the yards and gutters surrounding their house. My aunt picked up one of the ...oh my god, bags of cat shiat... that the merry trick-or-treaters had picked up after knocking on the door ...left the farking porch light on and forgot the candy... and found that the absent occupants had left... homemade chocolate-rice-krispie treats?

Not exactly.
 
2012-10-31 7:47:37 PM  
Weird evening. No trick or treat due to the storm. Rescheduled for Sunday. It won't be the same...I've wasted an entire day reading this thread. Thank you. I took a break and went to the grocery store. I bought a whole bunch of stuff..my bill came to $66.66 very odd....
 
2012-10-31 7:58:13 PM  

Perlin Noise: True story:

I remember an incident when my wife and I moved to a new house. It had taken us a while to get used to sleeping there due to living "in town" where there were constant sirens and traffic noise. I remember how horribly quiet it was. The slightest noise sounded amplified.

One night I remember half waking up and feeling her next to me. This, of course was not unusual at all but just a few minutes later I started hearing something in the hall. It sounded like footsteps. It invoked that horrible panic you feel when you were a little kid. Surely that's not really what I heard.

So I remained still, eyes shut in the hopes that I was imagining it. Trying to hear if it would happen again. Then I heard another step.This time it was real, no doubt. In fact, it was getting closer. There was someone in my house that should not be there.

By the time I decided to find out what it was (one or two seconds) I could hear steps in the room right in front of me. I had to open my eyes and take a look.

In my rapidly diminishing half-sleep I opened my eyes to see the blurry shape of a woman standing next to the bed moving in what looked like a shambling motion toward me. I about shiat myself.

I was so startled that I sat up in bed screaming in terror. All my childhood fears of the dark suddenly came true. The woman started screaming in return as if she too what frightened silly.

Then I realized, it was my wife... she had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and in my half-asleep state did not know she had left the bed.

We laughed about that for weeks.


That was great! Had me smiling.
 
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