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2012-10-31 7:59:46 PM  

LandOfChocolate: No one has posted the Fishy story? That one still gives me the creeps.

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Original post by Quexy:

When I was little, probably about four or five years old, I had an imaginary "friend" (I think.) It was yellow and about four feet tall (taller than me at the time), bipedal, and had oversized eyes that always looked straight ahead otherwise, relatively human and naked. I called the thing "Fishy." The wierdest thing, though, was it scared the hell out of me. I didn't want anything to do with it, and I couldn't imagine, as a child, that it was coming from inside my head.

It finally vanished when my sister was born in 1992. I was almost 8 years old by then, and I'd been ignoring Fishy for about a year, ...

 

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2012-10-31 7:59:56 PM  
Wow, I think I only post here for these threads. I looks like I joined last year, same day...

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2012-10-31 8:04:36 PM  
Couple of stories to contribute. A few come from my mom and family, only one from my personal experience.

The ones from mom and family are from when they lived in an older house. I would be lying if I tried to date the house because it had been remodeled and added on to over the years several times. The "original" part of the house is about 80 years old, with the added on rooms being built around 50 years old (not that old in the grand scheme of things). I tell you that to give an idea of how farking incoherent the layout of the house is. One very long narrow hallway that connected a few of the bathrooms and bedrooms on the left side of the house with the right side being a sort of open hodge-podge of rooms. I think the architect (probably a member or members of the family) must have been drunk when they drew it up, but I digress. Anyway, my mom is about 13 years old when she starts noticing a shadow that goes across the floor and kind of moves from the long hallway (which was usually dark due to very poor lighting) and would kind of dart underneath the furniture for a while, then go across the ground into the water-heater closet where she now feels it "lived". So she being the grand skeptic and logic minded one shrugs it off as a shadow caused by a bird flying by, or the light possibly hitting a wind chime in a specific way for the longest time. Not to mention being in a family with 7 other brothers and sisters that would ridicule you terribly and tease you for being a scaredy cat if they found out you started seeing things. So she brushes it off for months but continues to notice this shadow go across the floor from under furniture to closet doors, darkened halls etc... but keeps a look out for patterns in the meantime searching for a rational reason for the occurrence. It happened at all different times of the day and night, never on a set schedule, but begins to get really suspicious when she notices the family dog refuses to enter the room that the shadow was in. It was a treat for him to get to sit on the couch and would always eagerly oblige when you patted the couch giving him permission to be on it... but never would when the shadow was there. Dinnertime was always a big treat for him (table scraps from 8 kids? You can fill in those blanks), but the kitchen was attached to the living room (which is where the shadow spent most of his time as the water-heater closet was here), and when dinner was called he would run all the way down the long hallway and through the MC Escher layout making almost a complete circle to get to the kitchen instead of just walking through the living room to get there. Some weeks after mom realizes that it's becoming increasingly difficult to rationalize this away, she is on the back porch outside and hears her oldest brother and mother talking in a whisper. Being the "curious" little 13 year old she is, she listens in and hears them discussing this shadow. She was very excited about it because that meant she wasn't the only one that had noticed it. So she jumps out from around the corner and is stating that she had seen it too. They both shrugged it off and acted like that is absolutely not what they were discussing and immediately encouraged her to ignore it. (She later confirmed with her oldest brother that he had, in fact, been seeing and noticing the exact same things) Not long after that, her grandmother that was living with them was sitting in the living room watching t.v. and asked mom when they got a cat? Mom was confused and told her they didn't have one, and that the dog was outside. Her grandma proceeds to insist that they must then have a cat running loose in the house because she keeps feeling it brush by her legs. Here's the problem with that (and yes, while she was in her 80s at the time she was very lucid until the day she passed). Grandma was in a wheelchair with a blanket over her legs. Grandma was diabetic and had zero feeling in her legs due to the disease. Mom then saw the shadow retreat to it's "home" in the water-heater closet. Mom says that she never felt any ill-will or fear when it was around, it just became part of every day life. My mom's mom has gotten very uncomfortable and shut off when I've tried to talk to her about it in the past and unfortunately my mom's oldest brother is no longer with us, so her side is all I've got. (sorry so long!)

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My story. I was staying with my then boyfriend at his house one night and he had gotten up a few hours before me to leave and go to work. I didn't have to be at work until later that day so it was just me there by myself. I don't lend myself to being easily spooked and don't particularly fall into the "damsel in distress" category. I grew up in the country and spent countless nights by myself and was never spooked by anything (I suppose it doesn't hurt that, being from Texas many of us are shooting by the time we're old enough to walk, to which rule I'm no exception). So anyway, earlier that night, before he left for work, I woke up in the middle of the night with the dreaded sleep paralysis, managed to shake myself awake, felt momentarily creeped out, but this is something I've dealt with as long as I can remember so I just went back to sleep. I have no idea whether it's connected to my story or not, but figured it's worth mentioning at the least. A few hours later he leaves for work, I wake up to tell him bye and go back to sleep. About an hour before I needed to get up and get ready for work I hear what sounded like a door slamming. I immediately sat up and yelled out "Who is it?" because it really was not uncommon for people to come and go in that house. I know it seems strange to some, but like I said we were all fairly country and left the doors unlocked pretty much all the time so between his parents coming and going for random things (this was their rent house he lived in) and friends stopping by throughout the day often looking for lost objects from the party the night before, I didn't really think too much of it. Only problem was, no one answered back. The bedroom was attached to the kitchen but from the doorway of the bedroom all I could see was part of the living room, and I couldn't see anything. The other thing was that the house is old, rickety and on stilts so that a cat tiptoeing through there would sound like you had members of Stomp in your house. I didn't hear anyone walking. At this point I'm thinking that maybe the sound I heard was someone leaving, so I get out of bed and am checking my phone when I hear a crash come from the kitchen. Grabbing the baseball bat next to the bed I jump into the doorway to face whatever boogerbear is coming after me, I don't see anyone at all. At this point I feel like a very silly girl, put the bat back up and get dressed for work. When I come back into the kitchen I noticed plates, bowls and several of his model motorcycles/cars scattered all over the floor. This struck me as very odd because being an old house, several of the cabinets didn't have any doors and were more or less built in shelves but the bowls were never anywhere towards the edge (I know because I ALWAYS needed a damn step stool to reach them), the plates were decorative and had been leaned back up against the wall, as well as the motorcycles. The cars were also firmly planted on the shelves/cabinets. I wasn't sure what caused them to basically fly off the shelves but I figured today would be a very good day to get to work early and show them just how dedicated to my job I was. It wasn't until a few months later that I overheard his mom talking with another lady that lived there before my bf did (incidentally her daughter and I knew each other very well and has validated my story in addition to adding her own) about the guy that haunts the place. I had not said anything to the bf or anyone else about it for fear of coming off crazy or paranoid. When I heard them talking about it, I told them what happened to me and they just kind of laughed and said "Oh that's so-and-so, he visits all the houses on that back row from time to time". They said that they never had any got any malicious feelings from him, but he sure scared the hell out of me and I damn sure didn't appreciate it when he was running his hands or whatever other appendage down the outside paneling of the walls at night. The first time I heard that I thought it was some punk kids or something but after talking with other neighbors (we all hung out a lot), they said they got very similar visits and most started out as strong skeptics like I did, often rushing out into the night attempting to catch these so-called punk kids. Oddly enough, no one ever did, nor did they ever see anyone.

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Thank you fark for yet another very unproductive but entertaining day. I don't know what I would do without you sometimes!
 
2012-10-31 8:06:00 PM  
I don't have too many creepy stories, even though I've run into all sorts of wierd shiat. Most of it was more along the lines of "blink... blink... okay..." A cat of mine who was killed by a fisher followed me through multiple apartments; every so often I would feel a small cat curl up against the small of my back and purr while I was in bed. I saw a translucent woman in early 1900s garb walk about 5 feet in front of me in a brightly lit room (daylight, in fact). Then there was 4 years in Mallett Hall in Farmington, which is a post on its own.

But I do have two incidents that,at the time, freaked me right the fark out. One of them I'm now sure was just a really freaky coincidence, the other I blame on the severe storm that was getting ready to jump on our skulls.

Incident 1: I'm in my early teens and at a Old Town Days, getting ready to tour a lovely old farmhouse with my mother. (Yes, I have always enjoyed that sort of thing. I'm a nerd.) We walk into the house, and I immediately start feeling like somebody is glaring at me. Nobody is, of course, but I start feeling more and more freaked out. Within five minutes of walking in, I have to leave. I have never had anything like that happen before or since, and if that was where it ended, I doubt I'd remember it. But a few years later, I'm watching the news; the lead story is about a man who had just shot and killed hi estranged wife in that same town. They show a picture of the house, and three guesses where it was. Yeah, it's probably a coincidence, but still...

Incident 2: Fort Williams, in Cape Elizabeth. Disclaimer: I do NOT like thunderstorms. At all. On this day, we had one of those storms that turns the sky peachy-copper for quite a while before it explodes, so I was already on edge. My brother and I had agreed that we should get going, but Mom had wandered off with the only keys to the car. Brother and I decided to take shelter in an open bunker. Brother wanders around, but I stay at the front, keeping an eye on both the approaching storm and the parking lot. There is no wind at all at this point. So I'm standing there getting more and more tense as the thunder gets louder. Brother is over at the side, anywhere between 10 to 20 feet away, but definitely not arm's length. Still, a hand comes down on the back of my neck. Not just a light brush; I could feel my hair bending under the pressure. I took off running, and a few seconds later Brother follows. Good timing- Mom's at the car, we pile in and take off. Later, I ask my brother why he ran. "Well, if something could make you run into a storm, I wasn't sticking around to find out what."
 
2012-10-31 8:12:19 PM  
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2012-10-31 8:22:21 PM  

AgentKGB: Enjoy (scary korean comic in english)


Good god that freaked me out. I actually screamed like a little girl. Thank god no one heard it.
 
2012-10-31 8:29:04 PM  
I've thoroughly enjoyed this thread today, at the expense of all productivity and general adult responsibilities. Well done, FARK.
 
2012-10-31 8:31:01 PM  

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

I was driving a shortcut from...

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

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

If it is a really old urban legend it must be because the same group pulled it on lots of people before they pulled it on me.


Or maybe they were copy-cats? I've seen similar ambushes in movies/TV and I'd bet *those* were based on real-life incidents. It would not surprise me at all if those people you encountered thought "hey, this worked in that one movie, let's try it!"
 
2012-10-31 8:39:19 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.


This isn't a scary story, but it is true. When my husband was a PD down in Ft. Pierce, FL, he was mentored
by the office "old timer". He told my husband about this period of time where when police would arrest someone
for allegedly committing a violent crime - and it was only the violent crimes - they would ALWAYS, without fail
get a confession from the suspect. Always. Every single one of them.

And every single one of them would recant saying that they had been coerced. Coerced by whom, you ask?
By the Easter Bunny. I kid you not. Probably a dozen or more men, who had no knowledge of one another,
claiming that the Easter Bunny beat the crap out of them until they confessed.

So a couple of months go by and all these guys, who were all convicted, are still claiming the Easter Bunny
beat them up and made them fess up.

The police station where this went down finally gets cameras in the interrogation rooms. Pretty soon after,
the same thing happens - a suspect confesses and then recants, saying the Easter Bunny coerced him.

Now that they have video, they decide to review the interrogation just for shiats and giggles. So there they
are, watching the replay of the interrogation and damned if the interrogating officer didn't get up and leave
and a few minutes later someone dressed in a bunny suit comes in and starts pounding the crap out of
the suspect until he confesses.
 
2012-10-31 8:44:54 PM  
I believe this to be the fanciful imagination of a child because as a science loving adult I don't believe in such things.

However this story is as true from the memory of a then child as I can get...When I was 5 my mother and our neighbor used to be volunteer workers for a local cemetery. This included duties like removing wilting flowers left on tombstones and trimming weeds. While my mom and neighbor worked, I would run around the cemetery and play with the daughter of our neighbor throughout the various mausoleums and tombstones.

In one particular area there were large dedication tombs to a wealthy family in the area that died around the early 1900's. Our neighbor's daughter, let's call her Stacy, and I would routinely play tag, hide-and-go-seek around these tombs. On these tombs there were metal grates on the sides and as we played we heard something coming from them. I dismissed it at first, but then Stacy called my attention to it. We huddled around the grate and said "Hello?", and we heard a "Hello" whisper back to us. This scared the bejesus out of Stacy, being the older of the two of us, but I didn't know enough to be scared.

We ran away, but later on I convinced her to return. We said "Hello" again, and once again heard a "Hello". What happened from there was a conversation that lasted a couple minutes. I remember it to be non-threatening and kind, but it definitely was coming out of this grate on the side of the tomb.

Years later as a teenager I had dismissed the incidents as ridiculous, but the part I still can't figure out is when I was about 14 I asked Stacy if she remembered playing in the cemetery, and she did. I then dug deeper and asked if she remembered whispering to a metal grate on a tomb, and she looked at me with a stark expression and said "yes". I asked if she remembered whispering coming from the tomb, and again she said "yes". We sort of ended the conversation there because we didn't quite understand how two kids could have the same supposedly imaginary story remembered in the same way.

Maybe someone was hiding behind the tomb and talking, or maybe our parents were messing with us, but whatever the case we both remember eerie whispering coming from a small grate on the side of an 80 year old tomb.
 
2012-10-31 8:45:11 PM  
Okay, here's the best I can do.

First one is personal experience, and happened not that long ago. I was at an antique store with a friend. She decided to go back to a booth we'd already looked at, and I went on into another section. It was at the back of the store, filled with a lot of road signs, and metal objects. You could only get in from the front, or one door on the left (if you were facing the space). I walked in on the left, across the back, and back out to the front. I touched exactly one thing in that space. A coyote pelt that was hanging on the wall. I felt fine when I first touched it, but as I walked away, I started getting this cold feeling in my chest, almost like indigestion. By the time I got out of the section, I felt agitated, and like I couldn't breathe deeply (happens when I get anxious). I met up with my friend and immediately asked her for some hand sanitizer. All I could think about was getting away from that section, and washing my hand. She didn't have any. I thought I would feel better as I got further away from the section, and the pelt. I've had stuff like this happen in antique stores before, though not nearly this bad, and walking away always makes it better. Not this time. I could feel myself working up into a panic attack, and without realizing it, I was twisting the hand that had touched the pelt. Shaking it, like I was trying to get something off of it. I finally had to ask if there was a bathroom, because I couldn't stand the feeling any more, and somehow washing my hand seemed like the only thing to do. I found the bathroom and washed up, and immediately felt better. Not all the way; some level of the agitation and unease lasted all day. But I was able to calm down enough to seem normal.

Second one, also personal experience. I was in Edinburgh, at Edinburgh Castle. I went into one of the rooms in the dungeon and the second I stepped into the room I froze. I didn't want to move, and all I would tell my friend was that I couldn't move because "it" was watching me. Then, as abruptly as the feeling came on, it disappeared and I was fine. Went in a lot of old buildings and castles over there, but never had that feeling again.
 
2012-10-31 8:52:44 PM  

MayoSlather: I then dug deeper and asked if she remembered whispering to a metal grate on a tomb, and she looked at me with a stark expression and said "yes". I asked if she remembered whispering coming from having a conversation with the voice from the tomb, and again she said "yes". We sort of ended the conversation there because we didn't quite understand how two kids could have the same supposedly imaginary story remembered in the same way.


This is what I get for posting while drinking; a multitude of grammatical errors.
 
2012-10-31 9:07:01 PM  
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2012-10-31 9:12:04 PM  
My first contribution to fark! I have had several things in my life that are hard to explain and kind of creepy, so I will share a few.

The most recent thing that happened started one night as I was asleep in my apartment. I woke up around 1am when I felt something pushing on the opposite side of my bed (huge bed, no roommates etc). I thought maybe I was at that point in a dream where it seemed real and tried to go back to sleep only to feel it again and literally see the opposite side of my bed sink in a bit as if someone were sitting on it. Needless to say, I slept (or lay awake) on the couch afterwards. The following night I was staying at my wife's (then gf's) apt, when I woke up the next morning she told me that she woke up in the middle of the night and felt a presence at the end of the bed and that she had stayed up all night praying. Strange thing was, I didn't tell her about my previous nights encounter. The next night we both stayed at my apartment and she woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me she had just had a dream that she was watching us from the ceiling and that a dark figure was pulling her body over mine and out the door. She and I were both kind of freaked out by this sudden onset of events. The next day when I got back to my apt (we had a very early morning appointment), I decided to take a nap and I woke up to the sound of running water in my bathroom. I get up to check and my sink was running hot water wide open. I could understand if maybe I had left it trickling, but this was wide open. After that I would occasionally see things such as lights moving down my hallway, but that series just sticks out to me.

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I grew up in a small town in Alabama and we had a "haunted bridge" like most places apparently. One night close to halloween me and a few of my friends were going to check it out. Prior to going, the stories we heard were of noises, peoples cars being moved while in park (like a shaking, not driving), and shadows. We drove down to the bridge, idled on it for a few minutes, and got out and walked around to no avail. As we were driving off, I was in the passenger seat when all of the sudden something darted out in front of our car about 50 feet away. It was a patch of fog, about 6 feet tall and it moved in a quick straight line across the road. There was no other fog nor cloud cover that night. My friend tries to rationalize it and say that it was just fog, but the fluid and solid movement of it in a straight line kind of makes me think otherwise.

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2012-10-31 9:19:34 PM  
My father was a civil engineer. My mother was a spoiled rotten trophy wife. While I was still in the womb, they went and bought one of the largest houses in Plainfield, Wisconsin.

My father traveled a lot. And the house needed work. So my father hired this odd little man named Ed who used to spend most of his time hanging out at this mom and pop grocery store to maintain the house and yard. According to my mother's cousins, my mom used to work Ed almost to death, and then shortchange him on his wages.

One day, when my father was in town, it was snowing heavily, so he decided to drive to the farmhouse where Ed lived and pick him up. My father couldn't drive all the way up to the farmhouse because the road wasn't plowed, but he drove as far as he could, and then started honking his horn.

While my father was honking his car's horn, he noticed what he thought was a leg of venison hanging in the open door of Ed's barn. When Ed finally came out and got into the car, my father slapped him and told him that hunting deer was cruel. Ed meekly told him he never hunted deer.

A couple of weeks later, my father is far away working in Texas when he gets a phone call from my mother. She's in a panic. She tells my father that somebody was murdering women in Plainsfield, and that she was all alone, and she wanted my father to come home right now right away this instant .

My father couldn't do that. It was the fifties. It would've taken a week maybe. So he called up one of the neighbors instead, and asked that neighbor to over go to Ed's farmhouse and pick up Ed. Ed wasn't very much, my father explained, but at least he was something. Well, the neighbor drove over to Ed's farmhouse, and he was rather surprised to see very nearly every cop in Wisconsin there.

I was born a full month later. My mother had carried me for ten months. I guess I didn't want to come out until it was safe.

Ed's last name was Gein. He was Robert Bloch's real-life inspiration for his character Norman Bates. a generation ago at a book fair here in Las Vegas, I finally managed to talk to the late author Robert Bloch about my family's experience with Ed Gein.

He told me that while he was in Plainfield doing research for his book, he said that he had talked to my mother before the family moved out of Wisconsin.

"Oh God, I remember that woman," he said, "She thought the book was going to be about her"

And although he had never heard the leg of venison story before, he did tell me that as far as he knew, Ed never shot a deer in his life.

That was the story as I have been telling it. Mostly for entertainment value.

The truth is that Ed Gein was arrested almost a week after I was born (my mom still had carried me for ten months). At the time of the arrest, they did find the body of one of Ed's victims dressed out like a deer and hanging in a shed.

My parents had arrived in Plainfield in 1955. They had run afoul of the KKK in Louisiana and had moved away as far as they could without leaving the country. While they were in Wisconsin, they gave the KKK a final middle finger salute by helping the first black man get elected sheriff there.

In 1956, my father had started employing Ed Gein as a handyman. And it was that November when my father tried to drive up to Ed's farmhouse to pick up Ed.

In summer of 1957, the citizenry of Plainfield began to realize that something was very, very wrong in their community. They were acting like baby chicks in a barnyard being buzzed by a chickenhawk. The least little thing would set off a panic among them. People who had been friends since kindergarten had stopped trusting each other, doors and windows were being locked down, and even the paperboys were suspected of doing unholy things.

Mr. Bloch said that doing research in Plainfield was a little bit like investigating the Jack the Ripper murders. There was an official count of victims, and then there was the unofficial count of victims. Many of Plainfield's residents felt that they never caught the real murderer, and that people had kept on going missing, and that graves continued to be disturbed in the outlying cemeteries.

Some of the townies went as far as to tell Mr. Bloch that Ed Gein had to be somebody's Renfield.
 
2012-10-31 9:19:41 PM  
I'm catching up on questions now that I'm out of work. Damn lab is a black hole.

machoprogrammer: Did you call the police?


No. This was 1989 and a Marine Corporal couldn't afford a cell phone in those days. Also made it more scary. I was truly isolated. No pay phones until Kingman, AZ and by that time I just drove through to ABQ with stops in Flag and Gallup.

Galileo's Daughter: Reading this over, is it possible they were making a movie? And you happened to get in the way of their filming?


Nope. It was real. No equipment. No trucks. No light panels or star wagons. You had to be there.

StaceyNC:
Were you driving on Kelbaker Road or the National Trails Highway?


It happened on Kelbaker Rd part way between Nat Trails and I-40. When you get up in the highest elevation part of Kelbaker Rd before dropping down to meet I-40. One reason why I want to go back (with a bazooka) is to find the exact spot. Didn't have GPS back then. Didn't have a cellphone either.

SnoopDOhDubbaGee: 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.


Mostly whiteys from what I saw. I was doing lots of quick looking as the situation unfolded. Quite the "holy farking shiat" moment as you could imagine. I had to stop when I saw what was in the road ahead. I stopped the car but much farther away from the people and car than they anticipated. I stopped about 50 yards before the first person. I think they expected someone to pull right up and stop. I assessed the path to drive and then drove it without stopping. They broke cover as I went through and I could see them all out on the road in my review mirror after I passed. My view of them in the rearview was once I was 50+ yards past so I didn't have great detail. I know they weren't there to sell me lemonade. The genreal gist I got was hippies or scrubby looking people.


I think I got everyone's outstanding questions. I am off to a business dinner (lame on Halloween) but I'll answer more if there any any questions later on..

Happy Halloween everyone!
 
2012-10-31 9:24:18 PM  

Coelacanth: When Ed finally came out and got into the car, my father slapped him and told him that hunting deer was cruel.


THIS is the story I look for every year. The things living people are capable of doing to each other frightens me more than any ghostly tale.
 
2012-10-31 9:24:37 PM  
The house I lived in growing up was a new house (parents built it) and as far as I know the land has no real history to it other than my deceased great-grandparents previously owning it, but growing up I had several unexplainable incidents. When I was about 6 I shared a room with my oldest sister who was 8 at the time on the second story of our house. We were upstairs playing in our room when all of the sudden we hear this laughter come out of the corner of her room from behind her desk. We both froze, looked at each other and screamed at the top of our lungs. Our parents then came running up the stairs and dismissed it as being the "wind" or something. It wasn't like an evil laugh, and I sometimes think it might have been my grandfather just watching us play.

On another occasion, my youngest sister was at home alone when she was around 15, she had taken a shower and walked from the bathroom to her room to see all the items (pictures, jewelry box, etc) from her dresser sitting on her floor right in front of her door.......creepy thing was that they were all standing upright, so it wasn't that they had been blown or shaken off by any house movements or earthquake. Also, in that same room when she was a baby, me and my mom went to check on her and when we walked in she was standing in her crib and said "man go bye-bye". I literally just got chills from that.

In dealing with SP, I have had 2 experiences in my life. The first and worst of these was when I was living at home and ironically enough I had swapped rooms with my little sister so she could have more closet space (I had a walk in closet that she wanted and I didn't need). I woke up one night and while some of the room looked lighter, it was like a darkness was right over and in front of me. I couldn't move, scream, etc but I finally broke through and when I did I was singing a hymn from church.
 
2012-10-31 9:29:14 PM  

mmagdalene: THIS is the story I look for every year. The things living people are capable of doing to each other frightens me more than any ghostly tale.


You've just made my Halloween. Thank you so very much.
 
2012-10-31 9:42:08 PM  

Coelacanth:
Ed's last name was Gein. He was Robert Bloch's real-life inspiration for his character Norman Bate ...


Holy mother of God. I remember reading about the Gein case. That's terrifying.
 
2012-10-31 9:42:27 PM  
echo5juliet - Thanks for the response. I'm glad you made it, bro.
 
2012-10-31 9:47:52 PM  
Best Halloween thread in a long time. Thanks gang!
 
2012-10-31 9:55:57 PM  
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.

Hah. I'll try to remember to do that. I'm particularly interested in the feather thing. Looking back with some time to separate myself from the events, that might be the weirdest part of the whole night. If it had just been in the middle of the trail I would hardly have thought twice about it, but that particular spot was not easy access.
 
2012-10-31 9:57:37 PM  
This year's thread > last year's thread. Thanks everyone
 
2012-10-31 10:07:57 PM  
Jizz Master Zero


Back when I lived in Boise, ID, a friend of mine and I were both rabid insomniacs and


maybe it was a hobo hideout. maybe the hobo was HUGE.
 
2012-10-31 10:08:12 PM  

coolbreeze5547: My first contribution to fark! I have had several things in my life that are hard to explain and kind of creepy, so I will share a few.

The most recent thing that happened started one night as I was asleep in my apartment. I woke up around 1am when I felt something pushing on the opposite side of my bed (huge bed, no roommates etc). I thought maybe I was at that point in a dream where it seemed real and tried to go back to sleep only to feel it again and literally see the opposite side of my bed sink in a bit as if someone were sitting on it. Needless to say, I slept (or lay awake) on the couch afterwards. The following night I was staying at my wife's (then gf's) apt, when I woke up the next morning she told me that she woke up in the middle of the night and felt a presence at the end of the bed and that she had stayed up all night praying. Strange thing was, I didn't tell her about my previous nights encounter. The next night we both stayed at my apartment and she woke me up in the middle of the night to tell me she had just had a dream that she was watching us from the ceiling and that a dark figure was pulling her body over mine and out the door. She and I were both kind of freaked out by this sudden onset of events. The next day when I got back to my apt (we had a very early morning appointment), I decided to take a nap and I woke up to the sound of running water in my bathroom. I get up to check and my sink was running hot water wide open. I could understand if maybe I had left it trickling, but this was wide open. After that I would occasionally see things such as lights moving down my hallway, but that series just sticks out to me.

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I grew up in a small town in Alabama and we had a "haunted bridge" like most places apparently. One night close to halloween me and a few of my friends were going to check it out. Prior to going, the stories we heard were of noises, peoples cars being moved while in park (like a shaking, not driving), and shadows. We drove down to the bridge, idled on it for a few minutes, and got out and walked around to no avail. As we were driving off, I was in the passenger seat when all of the sudden something darted out in front of our car about 50 feet away. It was a patch of fog, about 6 feet tall and it moved in a quick straight line across the road. There was no other fog nor cloud cover that night. My friend tries to rationalize it and say that it was just fog, but the fluid and solid movement of it in a straight line kind of makes me think otherwise.

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Where in Alabama? I don't ever talk about this, not even here, but I grew up in Florence and had a similar experience. Woke up one night... went to the window... and there was this small pearlescent glowing foglike substance writhing outside my window. I watched it for a while and went back to sleep...
 
2012-10-31 10:11:08 PM  

MagSeven




Here's some theme music to play in another tab while reading the thread. Unsolved Mysteries!!


wow, that REALLY brings me back to when I was a kid. I used to watch that a lot. i could totally hear Robert Stack's narration too lol
 
2012-10-31 10:18:10 PM  
When growing up my parents always realized that I was special. It was something that I am very embarrassed about and I never tell anyone that I know.

Growing up my best friend was my dog dutchess. She and I would spend hours together, we were inseparable. This whole time I began to associate myself closer to the dog than I did to any other person. Dutchess was a special dog, she had a sense about her that would predict the future. When storms would draw near she would run out back to her cage and stay in her coop. We didn't have to walk her out and close the door, just any time it would lightning she would head out 30 minutes before it started to get bad. We were on a dirt road that didn't get traveled on and we had about five acres to ourselves. One night in summer when I was three my parents were cleaning up in the house after dinner and as an adventurous child I walked out the cedar screen door towards the road. Not a big deal at all except I started towards the road. Dutchess watched me the entire time and forced me to go back to the house by pushing my behind with her nose. I was within 20 yards of the road when she forced me back.My parents noticed this and watched as the good yellow lab lead me safely back away from the road. Just when I was back in the house a car driven by a teenage boy passed a slow moving car, lost control, dove into a ditch rolled and landed in the spot where I was heading.

Other situations growing up lead my family to believe that the dog had a sixth sense, laying at the front door of my neighbors house before he had a heart attack etc. Being young I never comprehended what the dog was able to do or the powers she had. My parents though noticed.

On January 4, 1990 when I was almost five I told my dad that I was going to miss Uncle Calvin, confused he thought I was referring to not seeing him after hanging out over the holidays he wrote it off. He died on January 7 of a stroke.

When I was in the second grade I asked my teacher why she lost her baby and she was told by her doctor that her baby was still born at her next appointment.

When I was 10 I inexplicably began to say over and over again that "Tim in the pot is a bad man" Tim was Timothy McVeigh, the pot was Oklahoma.

My parents noticed numerous non tragic non life impacting events that I made reference to throughout my childhood These references I had made began to stop around the age of twelve. I had met with therapists throughout this time that my parents sent me to see if they could determine what my issue was.

Unfortunately Dutchess died when I was 16. Damn good dog. She had seizures throughout the last four months we kept her. We finally decided that she had enough and should be put down.

After graduating high school I began to have these aura's and a sense of smell that I remembered remotely from about six years previously. These aura's would be a situation of deja vu. I felt like I had lived through the moment already and knew what was going to happen again. The thing about dutchess was that she had a very distinct smell. She smelled of old hay from her coop. This was my trigger for these aura's that I was having. Nothing would spur them but they would simply happen and I would go into an aura. It was later determined that I had temprol lobe seizures.I would breathe deeply in through my nose, smell that old hay, flutter my eyes to the back of my head and have these references While many people have deja vu, I felt I could literally see into the future. It was never an exact science but rather an illustration that was half completed. For example I would routinely pick 3 of the 4 final four teams in the NCAA tournament and the winner. It was a streak in second to sixth grade that I did every year.

At the end of the summer when I was 18 I was medicated to stop these seizures. The medications worked and I no longer have these aura's. I was able to determine that my past foresight was really simply seizures and I was able to somehow obtain a reference or vision into the future. While I miss the insight I was afforded, I look back to when we had dutchess and wonder what special connection was there.

The other day when I was rocking my sixth month old son I noticed him breathe deeply through his nose, his eyes fluttered to the back of his head and he simply smiled
 
2012-10-31 10:19:42 PM  

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

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

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

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

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

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

I passed the back of the Fierro without ...


Don't look now, but other websites are reposting our stories.
 
2012-10-31 10:29:47 PM  

CapeFearCadaver: 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


Thank you. To make it just a little bit sadder: He died suddenly exactly a month before my mom died suddenly. Very similar corcumstances. It was as if his going was preparing us for hers - kind of like a warm up. My kids were small, and it really did help that they had some experience with loss and grief before they had to face it with an important person in their lives. And it gave them peace that she and our dog were taking care of eachother in the afterlife, so neither of them would be lonely.

So a happy story of my dog to make up for the sad. I never wanted a dog...

I was in the shower one morning thinking of the hundred things I had to do that day. A voice said to me (no auditory halucination - it was purely an inside-my-own-head thing) "Heh, never mind any of that. You're getting none of it done. Today you're going to get your dog."
So I thought back, "But I don't have a dog."
"You do now." It said. "Now get dressed and go get him. He's at the shelter."
"But I don't want a dog. I don't even like dogs."
"You'll like this one. Now quit arguing and get going."

It was that real. All in my head, but just like I was talking to someone else.

Just so you know, I am not prone to these mental conversations. This was a first for me. But I was extremely curious, so I put my young daughter in the car and drove to the shelter. I thought maybe we had room for another cat, if we musy be adopting something. We got there, and looked in the cat room, but none of them stirred anything in me. Which is odd because I am a cat person and would take them all if I could. So I thought, I'll just walk through the dog area. Just to look. All the dogs started freaking out as soon as we walked in the door, which they do. Except one. This great big beast of a dog on the very end, as calm as could be, looking through the bars with this expression like, "Took you long enough." He was sooooooo big, though, and I had a little child. So I asked if there were any smaller, kid-friendly dogs. The shelter lady said, yes, we have the perfect dog. His owners left the country and couldn't take him. He's so sweet. She brought out this fuzzy mutt who looked right at my daughter and growled. The woman was shocked - he'd never done that to anyone. But back he went.

I tried to leave. I did. I didn't want a dog. I didn't like dogs. But when I went home that night, I couldn't think of anything but that big dog. I went back the next day, and left again. Same thing. And once more. Same thing. Only somehow over those days he had become my dog. So the fourth day when I went and saw a couple looking at him, instead of being happy that he was getting adopted and leaving it at that, I was pissed. "That's MY dog!" I told them. "I already filled out the paperwork. I'm taking him home today." (Total lie). But it worked. And I did fill out the paperwork that day.

So he was meant to be my dog. I always thought he was going to do something heroic like save my baby from drowning in the well or something, because of the way he came to us. He never did. He was a great dog, though. And if the only really heroic thing he ever did was leave us when he did so that we'd be ready for what was coming next, well, that's enough.
 
2012-10-31 10:30:50 PM  
Another animal tale...
When I was 6 months pregnant the hubby and I had to put down a cat I'd had nearly 14 years, the poor kitty was diabetic and it was getting to the point where his sugars were always out of control, he was peeing all over the house and we decided it was enough. So the husband took care of it while I was on a business trip (I couldn't handle it, I loved that cat and was already emotional what with being pregnant). I was a mess when I got back from my trip. A couple weeks after I get back I swear I keep feeling the cat jumping up on the bed and curling up behind my knees (his favorite spot). But every time I sit up to look...nothing is there. Then I start hearing meowing. We only had the one cat and a dog and the dog was never around when I would hear it. Never mentioned it to my husband cause I figured he would think I was nuts.
So I hear the meowing a dozen times or so before the husband randomly says to me one night while I'm giving our oldest a bath: "You know, I swear I keep hearing Jake (the cat) meowing".
It basically stopped after that.
 
2012-10-31 10:41:35 PM  

ModernPrimitive01: I supposed the weird animal behavior could be the animals sensing the hurricane, but the guy you saw sounds creepy


Yeah, behavior influenced by the storm is the first thing I had thought of, and unless one wants to entertain the paranormal theory it's really the only explanation. I'm not one to dismiss paranormal out of hand at all, but I also am a scientifically minded person and it's never the first thing I jump to.

I dunno though...it was really strange. We've had much worse storms than this (remember, it was only the very outer edge of Sandy) and these goats have never done anything like this. In fact they are generally in that barn in bad weather, with maybe just one or two at a time out eating. The other animals...man, I wish I could explain how they were acting a bit better. I hesitate to use the description 'trance-like' for an animal but...there it is. If they were escaping a sensed disaster (or whatever) I'd have expected them to just be getting out of there. The turkeys especially, those are typically pretty nervous birds. Maybe I'm wrong, but it was just totally the opposite of what I'd have expected.
 
2012-10-31 10:42:28 PM  
Animal Ghosts by Elliott O'Donnell (1913) Link
 
2012-10-31 10:54:24 PM  

Eddie Ate Dynamite: 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.


Haha, you're right. It does sound a lot like a character in a horror movie saying "Don't worry, I'll be right back."

I agree with the feathers thing. Looking back, that might honestly be the weirdest part of the whole night, even weirder than the dude in the trees. Although that was pretty damned weird. The thing is, you can't just stumble into the area where I found the feathers. It's fairly tough going, and there are many places in the immediate area that would be far easier to access. This is not something that was done casually, but what the fark motivation could there possibly be for sticking a bunch of feathers into the ground in the middle of a bramble thicket where no one would see them? I mean, I saw them, but the chances were a million to one.

The guy looking at the trees...I mean it was weird as heck and given the circumstances was kind of scary in a "what the frig is going on" sort of way, but I was never worried about being physically harmed...I had a rifle and I'm quite good with it. I'm also very aware of my surroundings when I'm hunting. It would be extraordinarily difficult for someone to sneak up on me. I half wish I had just gone and asked the guy what was up, but then I'm also glad I didn't. I get the feeling he may not have appreciated it, or worse he might have completely not have reacted to me even when I was right in front of him and talking to him. THAT would have been creepy.
 
2012-10-31 10:59:29 PM  
Lord Dimwit [TotalFark]

I'm going to post all my ghost stories that happened to me personally, and then two more that I heard from close friends:

2. Also in the Luxembourg apartment - my television would turn itself on randomly. I would go to the bathroom or the kitchen or something and come back and the TV would be on. One time I was just sitting there reading and the TV turned itself on right in front of me. The remote was across the room.


some more expensive older tvs from the 70's had old school remotes (before the infra red) with a "chime" type thing in them, where you hit the "power" button on the remote and it resonates something in the tv at a certain frequency and turns it on. not sure on the exact science of it. any one back me up on this?
 
2012-10-31 11:12:44 PM  

Tharkin: Eddie Ate Dynamite: 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.

Haha, you're right. It does sound a lot like a character in a horror movie saying "Don't worry, I'll be right back."

I agree with the feathers thing. Looking back, that might honestly be the weirdest part of the whole night, even weirder than the dude in the trees. Although that was pretty damned weird. The thing is, you can't just stumble into the area where I found the feathers. It's fairly tough going, and there are many places in the immediate area that would be far easier to access. This is not something that was done casually, but what the fark motivation could there possibly be for sticking a bunch of feathers into the ground in the middle of a bramble thicket where no one would see them? I mean, I ...


Was he very tall and thin? Because Slenderman. Who, yes, is a recent made-up urban legend whose origins are modern and traceable. Except tulpa.
 
2012-10-31 11:19:11 PM  

meat0918: AgentKGB: Enjoy (scary korean comic in english)

fark that shiat.

farkfarkfarkfark


You also owe me a beer KGB.

I looked at it at work, with noscript on, and still got freaked out.

I showed it to my wife at home, with the noscript on apparently, and not expecting what happened, spilled me beer EVERYWHERE!!!!
 
2012-10-31 11:20:44 PM  

meat0918: meat0918: AgentKGB: Enjoy (scary korean comic in english)

fark that shiat.

farkfarkfarkfark

You also owe me a beer KGB.

I looked at it at work, with noscript on, and still got freaked out.

I showed it to my wife at home, with the noscript NOT on apparently, and not expecting what happened, spilled me beer EVERYWHERE!!!!


FTFM
 
2012-10-31 11:41:41 PM  
And there was the one morning, some time when I was in high school... I was just waking up, and I moved my head a little, and could feel something underneath my pillow. Still more or less half-asleep, I slid my hand up under the pillow and found something that to my groggy mind felt kind of like a flashlight, or something about that size and shape. I grabbed ahold of it and pulled out a cold, dead human hand and forearm. I snapped awake of course, and let out a GAAHAAAHH JEEEHEEZZ, and had a bit of a personal freakout during the few horrible seconds it took me to realize that it was my own arm, which I'd slept on in such a way that it had gone to sleep. I freaked a little more for a minute or so after that while I frantically rubbed and shook and flopped my unresponsive appendage, because while this sort of thing had happened before on occasion, it has never resulted in such complete cold, numb paralysis before, and I wasn't sure my arm hadn't actually died. The devoured-by-ants sensation as my arm finally came back to life was not pleasant, but was more welcome than anything I could imagine.

So, the closet monster, and finding a dead human arm under my pillow.
 
2012-10-31 11:44:10 PM  
God I love these things. I don't get to hang out here as much as I'd like to any more. So yes, this is a bookmark and thank you.
 
2012-10-31 11:52:17 PM  

meat0918: meat0918: meat0918: AgentKGB: Enjoy (scary korean comic in english)

fark that shiat.

farkfarkfarkfark

You also owe me a beer KGB.

I looked at it at work, with noscript on, and still got freaked out.

I showed it to my wife at home, with the noscript NOT on apparently, and not expecting what happened, spilled me beer EVERYWHERE!!!!

FTFM


Sorry! If you're in my area sometime I'll buy you and your wife one each.
 
2012-10-31 11:52:17 PM  
why are the posts in this thread going in a loop? i swear that Alan Parsons Project album cover was way up the thread, now it's near the bottom
 
2012-11-01 12:05:01 AM  

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


That's weird. Something similar happened once with me and the wife. We were driving through our small town in the middle of the day, probably going to Kansas City or something. I started feeling really bad. Like dread and horrendous negativity. All at once too, because up until then I felt quite happy.

I told my wife that I wanted to pull over at a gas station for a second because I was feeling funny, and she said that she was feeling unwell in a kind of panicky voice.

After a few minutes we both felt fine. I chalked it up to fumes or something but traffic was light and we were going somewhat fast.

Anyway, just reminded me of that.
 
2012-11-01 12:22:26 AM  

Clockwork Kumquat: And there was the one morning, some time when I was in high school... I was just waking up, and I moved my head a little, and could feel something underneath my pillow. Still more or less half-asleep, I slid my hand up under the pillow and found something that to my groggy mind felt kind of like a flashlight, or something about that size and shape. I grabbed ahold of it and pulled out a cold, dead human hand and forearm. I snapped awake of course, and let out a GAAHAAAHH JEEEHEEZZ, and had a bit of a personal freakout during the few horrible seconds it took me to realize that it was my own arm, which I'd slept on in such a way that it had gone to sleep. I freaked a little more for a minute or so after that while I frantically rubbed and shook and flopped my unresponsive appendage, because while this sort of thing had happened before on occasion, it has never resulted in such complete cold, numb paralysis before, and I wasn't sure my arm hadn't actually died. The devoured-by-ants sensation as my arm finally came back to life was not pleasant, but was more welcome than anything I could imagine.

So, the closet monster, and finding a dead human arm under my pillow.


Hahaha. This is so good. The only way it could have been better is if you managed to smack yourself in the face with your own dead hand in the process of the freak-out.

I've slept on both my arms until they were dead as hell also. Made getting dressed quite difficult. I wonder if it's possible to cause permanent damage by sleeping on your arms wrong. Probably.
 
2012-11-01 12:41:39 AM  

urbanexotic: That's a fantastic story, but absolutely fake. There have been different versions of it floating around Reddit, 4Chan, etc. for years.


Absolutely 100% true.
 
2012-11-01 1:09:15 AM  
Were you to wander away from the clubs in Denver's LoDo - Lower Downtown that is (must every city's marketing dweebs make up hipster, "SoHo"-sounding acronyms for neighborhoods with decades, even centuries, of their own history?) - and head northwest, across the now-concrete-caged banks of the South Platte, across I-25 toward the (for Denver) somewhat eclectic cluster of coffee and wine shops, boutiques, and sour taverns on 32nd Street a few blocks from Highland Park, you will find yourself on quiet, shady streets lined with sturdy old bungalows, where to this day the lucky gardener might turn up an arrowhead (or even a coup-stick or bludgeon) left by the Pawnee and Arapahoe who for untold centuries encamped here on the sides of the bluffs overlooking the river.

You might, in fact, find yourself on the sidewalk facing the unassuming former home of Philip Peters.

It was less than seventy years ago - not a decade before Neal Cassady made himself a regular at My Brother's Bar (where you can still get a legendary hamburger) - that Mr. Peters, an elderly man at the time, was missed by a neighbor who had invited him to dinner. The neighbor, worried about Peters (whose wife was in the hospital) called the police. The police found Peters' house locked from the inside, all doors and windows secure.

With nobody answering their knocks and cries, they at last broke in the door.

There they found Peters' corpse, a bloody, horribly-beaten mess, and not a single clue as to who - or what - had savaged him.

His brave widow eventually returned from the hospital to live in the family home, cared for by her housekeeper. From time to time, however, they were troubled by peculiar, inexplicable noises. The terrified housekeeper at last resigned her position, and the Widow Philips moved away to live with family, leaving the haunted residence. Police officers repeatedly searched the home, finding nothing.

Months passed.

Neighbors whispered of strange sights and sounds at the empty home and of a pale, spindly form glimpsed fleetingly in the windows, comforting one another with dismissals and rationalizations. But the eerie noises and apparitions continued, and luckless lawmen were compelled to make their ever-more cursory and hastily-exited searches of the lightless place.

One day, finally, a patrolman, swinging open a closet door, saw what appeared to be a pair of legs disappearing through a trap door too small for any ordinary human. Heart pounding, he called his partner, and forced himself to push his head up into the pitch-black portal.

There, in the weak gleam of his tin flashlight, peered back a gaunt, spidery, pale, semi-human form...

The Spider Man of Denver died, so they say, in the Canon City Penitentiary a quarter of a century later, though his grave has never been examined.
 
2012-11-01 1:19:08 AM  

Third_Uncle_Eno: Jizz Master Zero


Back when I lived in Boise, ID, a friend of mine and I were both rabid insomniacs and

maybe it was a hobo hideout. maybe the hobo was HUGE.


That's what we were thinking at first, but there are a few problems with that:

1) It's about 20 miles out from the city and the hunting in that area is lousy. You'd need to go more over by Bogus on the other side of the range to get any sustainable living without having to go into town.

2) The way the cabin was down, there wasn't any shelter to be had. Nothing else in the area, either. Picture a house of cards that just fell over.

3) The hit would have to have come from straight on. I was looking straight out the window and would have seen whatever it was. Probably smelled it too, if it was a hobo.
 
2012-11-01 1:21:45 AM  

KatjaMouse: 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.


I think they assume that people who go on the site already know the legend. I found it more interesting that people visiting the bridge have become such a problem that the website's even necessary...
 
2012-11-01 1:47:40 AM  
I wrote a few times about things that happened to other people around here, but nothing really happens to me. And if anything does happen, I usually can find something that caused it. I'm chalking this one up to exhaustion.

The other night, I was sleeping away and mom comes knocking on my door. It was still dark out. One of my nephews was stuck in town so he called mom to go pick him up. She did, but it was too far for her to get back home without falling asleep. She swung by and asked me to go drop him off.

Nephew is snoring away in the passengers seat. I'm headed down to the rez and I'm barely awake. Wasn't worried bout meeting anybody along the road, it's pretty quiet that early. Nothing happened all the way down so I shake my nephew awake and drop him off at his house. Still tired, but I'm starting to get a sense of my surroundings.

On the way down, I kept checking the back seat. In the mirror I kept seeing a "shape" back there. Every time I'd look, it was just the head rest. It was just getting daylight so it was still kind of dark back there. shiat if I could shake that feeling like we weren't the only ones in there on the way down. Headed back up here, I thought it would get better since it was getting light out.

Nope, that feeling just stayed there. Maybe I accidentally forgot to drop somebody off my mind kept saying. Somebody who was still in the back. I'd turn my head just to make sure there wasn't somebody laying on the seats or maybe even behind the seats. I even reached back to make sure. Nope, nothing.

Then I felt the back of my seat moving. Like somebody was sitting behind me and I jammed the seat into their knees. For a couple minutes I kept leaning forward and looking again. I swore out loud and just pulled over. I got out and opened all the doors. Even the back to see if there was anybody. Nope, it was just me.

I closed all the doors and got back in. Was glad to get out when I got back home. Like I said, I can usually find explanations, but that was eerie. Only thing that came to mind was that I was tired.
 
2012-11-01 1:55:02 AM  
Ok after reading through the posts and deciding that sleeps is now something for other people who aren't me to do I've got a few to share:
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During college my friends and I made it a yearly tradition to retreat to the relative warmth of my families house back in Raleigh for Spring Break. The first trip was by far the weirdest vacation I have ever taken. Our first stop was to see an old friend in South Carolina where the best fireworks China can make are for sale at the biggest hell hole in all the world called South of the Border. We loaded up on the biggest badest fireworks college money can buy, and returned back to my house. I lived in a neighborhood that backed up to a nature park that has two small lakes you can walk out to. We planned to hike out there with a couple joints and the fireworks and set some of them off over the lake the second night we were home. We walked up to the parking lot of the nature park with the fireworks in a backpack. We were tresspassing with huge bottle rocket looking fireworks stikcing out of this backpack but didn't think much of it until into the parking lot pull up not one but two police cars. One at a time the crested the hill that leads to the parking lot put with their lights on us and turned to the left as the entered the parking lot. Aware that we were breaking the law and knowing there was no way they missed the near military grade explosives sticking out of this backpack I asked my friends as casually as I could manage if we should run. The cars proceeded into the parking lot and promptly dissappeared. I don't mean they went around a corner or something I mean they simple ceased to be. The parking lot has one entrance/exit and the cars after pulling in through it simply kept going till they reached what should be just dense North Carolina pine forest and promptly were no more. Everyone saw this and without a word we ran the 1/4 mile back to my house in a time that would have made any olympian proud. The worst was yet to come.
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We returned home and everyone was pretty amped up having just seen two cop cars vanish into thin air. We discussed the incident at length and deciding that we weren't gonna get a ton of sleep that night anyways, my girlfriend (now wife) suggested we head out to the back patio and smoke those joints and relax. My roommate at the time said he'd join us in a minute after he got something from the room he was occupyng upstairs. My girlfriend and I walked out the garage door planning to walk around a little path on the side of the house that leads to the back patio. passing the garage we turned the corner to start down the path. As I was walking I noticed it was somehow getting darker. It must have been 1 in the morning at the point but with each step I took it seemed more and more black. I was also starting to feel kind of odd and there was a buzzing kind of noise like an electrical transformer would make that seemed like it was getting louder. I noticed my girldfriend had stopped completely and looked as frightened as I've ever seen her. The look she had really scared me her mouth was open like a scream but there wasn't any sound other than that damn humming. I said something to her but to this day I can't recall what it was just that I spoke. She pointed at something behind me and I started to turn. At this point I was past that odd feeling and moving into honest to god terrified. still makes me tingly/shakey. I didn't get all the way turned to see what she was pointing at because at that point I knew I didn't want to look. I mean I knew for sure in that moment that looking back was the 100% wrong move. We instead ran back up to the garage. We burst in the house and the feeling was like breaking the surface of deep dark pool you almost drowned in. I wanted to cry I was so relieved. We went to find my roommate. He was upstairs asleep.

The whole incident from speaking with him to getting back into the house couldn't have take more than 2 minutes, but I had to shake him awake. Once he got up I tried to tell him what had just happened but he stopped me and insisted pretty pissed off at this point that we had been gone for at least 45 minutes. He'd come back downstairs and was gonna go out to join up with us but never saw us. He figured we snuck off for a quicky or something and didn't think anything of it till a 1/2 hour later when he still hadn't heard from us decided that we were jerks and went to bed. I asked my girlfriend what she had pointed at, but she had no recollection of doing any such thing. Just walking back with me getting scared and running back to the house.

It wasn't till later we started wondering if there was some connection between the two inicidents. I don't know what happened that night and I really really don't want to look into it. That was the most scared I've ever been and it left me pretty shaken up for a while. Like don't go to sleep alone and even then have the TV and maybe a few lights on.

/well.... goodnight.
 
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